#and then go and be the biggest insecure dummie of them all

[adrift-in-thyme]

Classes weren’t quite as bad as usual yesterday…

[mangomingus]

Enhypen as Boyfriends (Fluffly HC)

WARNINGS: super fluffly?, brief mention of praise kink, otherwise none

Pictures credited to @ni-ki's protector on pinterest

Heeseung

•Heeseung would be absolutely whipped for you, and only you •Like whenever you feel slightly insecure, he's there •Assuring you with the sweetest words and kisses on you cheeks and shoulders •Or if there's someone flirting with him, he wouldn't even entertain the idea. •"Stop, I'm taken." or "My girlfriend is all I need." •he wouldn't be rude about it, but he's not exactly nice when he has an angel as his gf. •I don't see him as the biggest cuddlefest dude, but he enjoys the proximity •Like your thighs touching, or your shouders being pressed together •But he also likes being held by you, when you cling onto his arms or kiss him. •He likes when you initiate the affection •His love language is probably quality time, he loves spending time with you •Whenever they have to go on tour, he just has to call or text you at every given moment just to let you know that he misses you •He doesn't mind being called a simp by the rest of the band •PDA is a must with him, he'll get jealous if you're talking to a guy and not touching him •You'll be ordering a drink, but if it's a guy at the register, Heeseungs hands are on you •He wouldn't be afraid to do all the common couple stuff you with •Matching outfits, face masks, Matching manicures, Matching pfps on IG, etc. •The talks between you guys would always be kind of deep, with small jokes cracked by either one of o you if it's too heated or heavy •But, he just loves to see you laugh •He'd been such a solid bf,  I can't

Jay

•Jay's the kinda guy that you'd be best friends with for a while before getting into an actual relationship •Yall vibed so much, and the realized that you both wanted to kiss •He's definitely husband material I feel like •He'd also cook for you all the time •whether it's something he knows how to make, or your his test dummy for a new recipe •He'd also feed you too, like you can't feed yourself or like your incapable •He's the kinda guy that will buy you flowers everyday •even if the old ones haven't even died, he will have a whole new bouquet for you •Get ready for your house to look like a florist shop •He'd vent to you lik there's no tomorrow about anything and everything •He's pretty leader like just because he's one of the oldest and he often doesn't complain •But he's just so comfortable with you that'd he would just tell you about how his shoes got scuffed that day. •You'd be like his own personal journal •He'd be very protective of you. •Putting your seatbelt on himself, holding your hand to cross the road, keeping his hand on your elbow or lower back •His love language is definitely gift giving/receiving •He loves spoiling you, but he likes when you buy him stuff so he can show it off or never take it off •He has a habit of cupping your cheeks or squishing them together •He likes how cute you look with your face in his hands

Sunghoon

•S.I.M.P •He has such a huge soft spot for you •He is always laughing or smiling whenever you speak or do anything •His eyes are just always filled with admiration •Loves to tell corny dad jokes •He loves resting his hands on your head, or on your forearms, or hugging you from behind •He's a sucker for backhugs •He loves doing anything you like to do, like if you like to do yoga or draw that's his new favorite hobby •He loves when you express your love for him •Like whenever you say that you love him or do anything like a hug or a kiss randomly, his heart is melting •He's definitely an act of words of affirmation kind of guy •He likes when you tell him he looks good, or that your his soul mate and he loves to reciprocate that •"You're the love of my life." "You're gorgeous." "You're so cute when your mad." •when you're stressed, he'll run you a bath or buy you your favorite food •But he also likes to tease you when you're stressed for the sole purpose of pushing your buttons •He's just kinda so in love with you tho, obsessed with any reaction he can get out of you •His dog isn't a fan of you, but that's because your pretty •kinda opposed to change with you •Like there would be little disagreements I you changed your hair or got a random tattoo, but he would grow to love it •wants you to wear his clothes all the time •ice prince, but warm for you <3

Jake

•Puppy love in a nutshell •He's just so soft and cute and obsessed •He loves anything to do with your smile, your laugh, even just your voice •He's super touchy and always all over you •Expect hugs every second, kisses every second, compliments, too much •He likes the differences between you guys, height, personality etc. •He's the kinda guy who is definitely opposites attract •He's constantly doing aegyo to make you cringe out because he loves the look you give him •Loves PDA, physical touch is his love language for sure •He hates whe you get stressed or mad or even slightly upset •He wants to do everything he can to take care of you •He misses you all the time when he can't see you •constant texts and voice notes and calls •He'll show you off like his prized possession •He loves petnames, and sometimes they boarder ridiculous • Baby, angel, sugar cone, sweetie, lovemuffin.... •He loves when you compliment him tho (praise kink???) •Overall, he'd be precious and obsessed with you •He's so loyal •He'd be the kinda guy to write love letters to you if it was 1950

Sunoo

•Babygirl vibesss •Sunoo is so precious and you'd be doing a lot of the protecting, but he makes it so worth it •He's very sassy and opiniated but he won't be direct •You know he's judging you by the side eyes •He is just an emotional support animal though •You have the slightest worry and he's curled up by your side •He's ready to be the little spoon at all times •He loves to compliment you, but in Korean so you don't know he's complimenting you •Hand holder •yall are anywhere and he's attached to your hand, letting you lead him anywhere •He'll let you know when you're ever doing too much •You're being a jerk, he'll flick you and tell you off •But in that sweet little voice and those cute eyes •He loves eye contact •His love language is words of affirmation •He loves hearing that you love him, and he loves to say it back •His ideal way to see you is always no makeup and in a stupid outfit, he loves you naturally •Like Heeseung, he's into the couple stuff •But totally matching jewelry •He loves giving you piggyback rides, he likes you to know that he can support you •Loves when you run your fingers through his hair •A bit of a simp, but he would never let the boys see it •He experiences too much teasing on his own

Jungwon

•He's so evil •He loves to tease you, bully you, pinch you •whatever he can to grind your gears •He'll talk so sweetly behind your back though •Like to the other members, he'll go on and on about how perfect and angelic you are •But you come in the room and suddenly you’re a pain •All the while he'll be looking at you with those cute freaking dimples •Believe it or not, he loves physical touch •He likes when you poke his dimples, or kiss him •And he lovessss to kiss you •Everywhere •He does get a little shy when you guys have PDA, but he'd never push you away •Th other members don't tease him because they ship you guys so hard honestly •He loves to pout to you whenever he expenses any teasing (hypocrite) •You and Jungwon would have such good conversations •He always values your opinions and outlooks on everything •Keeps a very open mind with you •He struggles a little to express love through words, so when you say I love you hel hug or kiss you •He's not a fan of couple stuff at all •Completely opposed •He loves to take naps together tho •One of his favorite things is to cuddle under blankets and hug you too tight

Ni-Ki

•Ni-Ki is very active as a bf •He loves to go places with you, or just spend time with you (quality time) •Part of the thrill is to show you off •He loves to teach you their dances, and laugh at you for messing up •Definitely a teaser •He'll make fun of you, but it's just because he loves you so much •Ni-ki will say things like "Your pants are so ugly, love you tho" or dumb things similar to that •He also enjoys having petty argument with you •All the while, you'll be getting worked up and he'll just be smiling asyou try to get your point across •He's so pretty, he loves when you tell him that •He loves knowing that you would be with him over anyone else •He's very loyal as well, and he would purposely wear matching things or draw you around, attached at the hip so everyone can see he's taken •He loves when you tell him to do something, it makes him happy •It makes him feel super helpful and he likes making you happy •Even though he tease you a lot, he also isn't afraid to tell you how much he loves you. •He's a simp but doesn't mind being so, you're just so pretty that it doesn't matter •His habit with you is touching your waist a lot •Especially when his hands are cold, he'll just stick them under your shirt for warmth •A skin to skin contact kinda guy for sure

~hope yall engenes enjoy~

[cringelordofchaos]

top 3 of your biggest kins and why!!

Yayayay someone sent me an ask !!!

Sorry for my lack of response! Will get to it now!

Also I assume you mean fictionkin - sorry if you didn't!

Luz Noceda

Dvdhnfjdjd WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? I've been so fucking obsessed w her and could relate to her WAYY too much since I started watching. Just... Ugh. So much of it. Being "the weird kid", inconsistent and lackluster grades / performance, being overly obsessed with a specific franchise (though mine come and go and return every few weeks lol), having a mom who really cares about you and wants the best for you and has had similar experiences growing up and being isolated or cast out but accidentally made you feel like you had to conform because that's what she kinda had to do??? idk but still encourages her child's true self and feels super guilty Abt it all yada yada. having little to no friends (I have one! (Speaking of offline) before visiting the demon realm. Fanfic writer (I never have the patience or motivation to finish anything I start though), being impulsive, not knowing whay you wanna be, being into witchcraft, feeling like you're somewhere where you don't belong (the human realm) and would gladly escape into a whole different realm, Bisexual (I'm questioning this though), gender nonconforming, being told that you just have to "apply yourself", insecure, similar clothing style, considers herself a "dummy", poor attention span for things she's uninterested, indecisive, etc etc, THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS SCENE

(ps the way camilla hovered her hand above the screen / luz when she saw how sad she was 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

It's just. Everything.. I remember the first time I watched it I was like "Luz is so me in almost every single way. Except she makes a ton of eye contact, I don't rly do that" lmao... I would rewatch s1 and S2 on loop every day for the whole summer, I am NOT exaggerating. I rly love TOH I'm so.glad I got the opportunity to watch it and it means sm to me and I keep rewatching the scene from thanks to them and auhggjt.

"all I ever wanted... Was to be understood!" HEJDJFJDIDJRUJDJEKF DJJFFJNFB FIKF

AARON MITCHELL

oh my GOD when I saw this movie for a few days I'd cry sm just bc of how much I related.to him. He chews his shirt. I used to do the same when I was twelve and a bunch of my shirts had holes and still have holes but I stopped and now I just grid my teeth instead lmfao and they hurt ouch. a piece of gum is a lifesaver for.me. He's OBSESSED with dinosaurs - for me it's not dinosaurs specifically but like I've said earlier I tend to get OBSESSED with things way too much to the point everyone knows me for that thing. He's implied to have ZERO FRIENDS before meeting Abby who shares his obsession w dinosaurs (just like me and my one n only friend fr) (why do I keep getting attached to characters who previously had zero friends wtf.) LOVES to talk Abt his interest. Obsessive. Shy. Awful social skills. Takes things too literally sometimes. Calls his dad father sometimes cuz why not ("Thank you, father." after he gave him his phone back "just as promised" (except he broke it in pieces but he.kept his promise so aaron doesn't care lmao.) carries a notebook and pencil w him randomly?. his older sibling and parent argue abt the siblings college choices and you're just forced to watch and the tension is rising and you're feeling anxious and Uhm yeah. SOMETIMES KINDA ROBOTIC IN HIS SPEECH? I've noticed? Blunt. Has a TON of things related to his obsession. (For me I have primarily a tonshit of sonic themed things.) dislikes being alone. Dislikes admitting his feelings. Nerd. Uses obsession as a way to understand, contextualize and communicate with the world and his surroundings. Also chews his fingers. Always wearing sweatpants. Fidgety. Ect etc. Just lile arhghfhfng. HIM.

Things I don't relate to - wearing shoes in bed. What the actual fuck Aaron. Also he wears socks. I don't do that unless I'm nailed down to the floor until I succumb to their nonsensical rules. Ok they KINDA make sense but I don't like them. I don't care that my shoes or feet will smell afterwards get those fucking socks away from me.

. anyway sorry. There's probably more but yeah I forgot. I actually got the urge to cry when just thinking about him a couple of times. Like wowza dawg he's just like me fr and I mean it. I can really really relate to him and I act a lot like him and I acted even more like him when I was about his age and was obsessed with exclusively sonic for like a year straight. lol

Enderman

Ok this one's a short one but yeah I can relate to them. They're just minding their own business, in their own piece, picking random things off the ground (or ground itself..), DESPISE eye contact and will get really violent if you make eye contact with them (I am not exaggerating I actually get really angry and uncomfortable with uninitiated eye contact from ppl I'm not comfy with like don't look at me stop looking at me stop looking at me.) makes random sounds sometimes, such as screeches and hisses. Unlike them I DO like water and I LOVE rain HOWEVER I DO NOT LIKE touching smaller amounts of water on surfaces where I don't expect water to be and get really grossed out and uncomfortable from it. Unless they're with their own kin they're just kinda going around, alone, minding their peace unless provoked. Like most mobs - both hostile and peaceful - acknowledge your existence, hostile ones attack you, peaceful ones like horses and sheep and pigs and wolves and cats and whatnot may look at you if you look at it and pay attention to you and some can be befriended, enderman is neither like them, they're minding their own business, they don't initiate contact like, ever, and only engage w the player when having to defend themselves... when feeling threatened EVEN if the player didn't mean to scare them, like idk I'm.noy.really used to strangers having good intentions with me so I get defensive easily .... that is irl, on the internet I definitely don't get ever scared from social interactions ahaha 😎 yeah.

So yeah the only thing I KINDA can't relate to is not liking water - I only dislike water in a very specific context so yeah. And I do make eye contact w family members usually like I've mentioned earlier - I don't know, do endermen make eye contact with each other? I'm not sure, I don't remember. There might be more to them that I relate to but I can't recall anything at the moment

Everything I've mentioned about these characters in This post - I can relate to. These are just my feelings put imperfectly into words.... but I feel a lot about them and have felt a lot about them for quite some time.

Ducbfjrj there's also a list of characters I relate to (link in intro post) but these were the ones I related to the most

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Celestia: Celeste's was honestly pretty easy to do. Gave her some more red accents for flair and kept a bit of that gothic lolita look. She's in the stage of her life where she started her gambling escapades and escaping her old life as well as her old name. Also, she liked Disney princesses semi in secret because I say so. Though, in actuality, it's because in original Celeste's dorm, she's got these sort of Disney princess perfume's or shampoos. Not sure what they are exactly. They are in her dorm though! Here's an image and the source!

Wonder who her favorite princess is... I wanna say Aurora from Sleeping Beauty but I legit have nothing to back this up. Or... hmmm... Maybe Tiana due to her hard work and determination? Gosh. I love how I'm speculating this stuff when I barely even care for Disney! Ha! Hifumi: Really wanted him to look like a nerd in a sense but not the overly annoying and super obnoxious kind. Just a good amount mostly while trying not to go overboard. Though, he's giving so much "erm, actually" energy but in an endearing way. Like, he's a bit mild mannered and shy with his biggest interesting being his art and writing but he's still a nerd. Aw! Now I'm imagining him drawing everyone little doodles cus he wants to finally make some friends! That's kinda wholesome! Also, I gave him little pins that are probably/definitely Princess Piggles related. He's also got some merch on him at all times in his bag too in case he loses a pin! The bag is not merch itself though. Maybe he's still a bit shy to show his interest in full? Toko: She's kinda how one would expect a middle schooler version of her to look. Pretty scrawny, baggy clothes that she fidgets with, a pretty shy looking demeaner. An anxious noodle of a girl. She's still distrusting as hell towards people. Also, acne! I felt it really fit for Toko in particular. Also I kept her hair the same cus I just felt it would be weird to tear it down quiet yet. I like her hair specifically being not braided in UDG's. Kinda symbolizes her change in a sense. Like, the wildness of it showing she's more free. But, back to the kiddie design, one other thing I did was keep the idea of a longer skirt. Feel it fits her best cus Toko's just insecure about herself like that so she hides with the baggier clothes. They also bring her comfort and hide her scars. Syo: Not sure if Syo has done any murdering at this stage but Syo is here! The scissors hide under the sweater! Also, unrelated, i am now imagining her specifically not with her iconic scissors quite yet ONLY because the idea of her running around with some safety scissors and threating people with them for fun while an anxiety riddled Taka is trying his best to salvage the situation. Like, how could I pass that up?! Beautiful! Yasuhiro: Basically gave him less hair, shorts, and a slightly different shirt. Gave him sandals still too. Nothing else to really say after this besides the fact that he is still pretty chill but also a dummy.

[vilandel]

Silver Cats & Black Roses

Chapter 26 – Preparations

A/N In which Charlotte and Vanessa finally learn about each other's relationship 💙💜 I also described their ball gowns in this chapter and I'm rather proud of those descriptions^^

Ao3 link

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“Here is the masterpiece made especially for you, lady Charlotte.”

Soie Velours smiled at her before taking the blanket away from the dressmaker dummy, revealing her ball gown.

Charlotte was not much into fashion in general, but in this case, she was taken aback by work made by Soie Velours, her nephew and her workers.

“As you can see, the finest black silk was chosen, making the shine of the skirt really exceptional in every light you can imagine. Your shoulder and arms are free, only a small ringlet of a black and golden sleeve on your upper arms. Black is the main colour, but as you can see, there a few golden patterns on the fabric. Not much, which makes all the gold even more special and truly standing out of the black, without taking away the purpose of the main colour. Please admire those golden embroideries left and right on the bodice, leaving the front and the back just black, which will underline your fine waist. The same embroideries are found at the bottom, going up more or less to the height of your knees in a rather irregular way. Observe how those golden embroideries have the shape of golden leaves and golden vines with thorns, waved into each other, accenting the theme of the rose. Speaking of, you may have noticed those little black roses on the golden patterns, on the bodice and down the skirt. Those roses are made out of silk as well, for the shine of this particular fabric. We also took the liberty to add some subtle golden threads within those roses as well, to give them a small golden glow. And the cream of the cream, it is a wide skirt that will turn around you like a big black rose, the golden patterns are going to look like golden dew.“

“That last part was my idea,” Lin Velours timidly added, but his eyes were shining with pride.

“It’s a wonderful idea,” Charlotte whispered, slowly reaching her hand to touch her dress. The silk was incredibly soft under her fingers. She really hadn’t imagined concretely how her ball gown would look like, but this expected all of her expectations by far.

She could only hope that Yami would at least like this beautiful dress as well.

Somehow, Charlotte was glad that she came alone to Soie Velours’ shop today, without anyone from her girls and more importantly, no one from her family. Of course, she would have loved if her mother would have accompany her. But today, Orchidea had decided to give herself a mission and find some proper ball clothes for Asta, Magna and Luck.

Still, having no one with her in the private salon of the Roseleis, it made this moment really special for Charlotte.

“I… I have not enough words to say how happy and grateful I am.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, lady Charlotte,” the dressmaker replied, flicking her hand. “Your happiness is our biggest thanks. Besides, it’s better than the nitpicking, scared and stupid worries of some noble ladies who are only satisfied after a whole ocean of flattery.”

Charlotte could imagine that. A lot of nobles were actually more insecure than anyone would thought at first.

“Would you like to try your dress on, lady Charlotte?” Lin asked timidly.

Charlotte thought about refusing first, but she hold back. She had some free time and she knew that it was one thing to see a ball gown on a dummy, but something else entirely to wear it herself, looking in the mirror.

Besides, Lin Velours was way too cute to say no to him.

“Oh, gladly. But you don’t need to call one of your workers, I can put it on by myself.”

“This kind of dress is pretty easy to put on and you can go behind this paravent. It’s a bit heavy since it’s silk, but I believe this won’t be a problem for you, as a Magic Knight and a strong squad captain.“

Soie Velours handed Charlotte the black gown and the captain of the Blue Roses disappeared behind the paravent covered with pink clouds and dark green birds.

The dress was indeed easy to put on, but Charlotte still took her sweet time. Just enough to run her fingers over the silk, the golden embroideries, the silky little black roses.

Charlotte wondered again how Yami would feel seeing her wearing such a beautiful dress. Would he say again that she must being cold wearing it? Or would he actually subtly compliment her?

After all, it wasn’t like Yami cared if she was dressed elegantly or not. Sometimes, when lust clouded their minds, it happened that he ripped her clothes of her in the heat of the moment. Not something she appreciated, clothes weren’t always cheap and there were not eternally repairable. But at least he was trying to hold himself back and not destroy her clothes.

Most of the time.

Still, as surprising as it sounded, Yami had some art knowledge. He just didn’t care most of the time. But maybe he would see that this dress was a true work of art. And that it suited her. Hopefully.

When Charlotte finally put her ball gown on, she realized that it fit her perfectly. The bodice lied perfectly on her, but without feeling suffocating, underlining her frame perfectly. As for the skirt, it really flowed around her practically like a giant rose and the dress didn’t felt as heavy as when she hold in her arms, compared to wearing it.

Soie Velours and Lin had the most admirative glances when she finally appeared from behind the paravent.

The modiste said with a knowing smile, “That dress, which I decide to call Black Rose, is truly a masterpiece. But if I’m being honest, lady Charlotte… I think it’s actually you who accentuate this dress and not the other way around. It wouldn’t have the same effect on someone else. Well, of course not, it was made especially for you, after all.”

“You look like a true princess.”

Lins little awe compliment made Charlotte blush and she offered him her brightest smile. This was after all true admiration and not superficial flattery.

But before she could even reply, a little bell was heard. A little system Charlotte came to know during the days she was on duty here. When a new customer entered, even those who were in the atelier, in one of the offices or working in one of the private salons could hear it. Very practical when it happened that no one was in the shop, which apparently already happened before.

“Lin, my dear boy, would you please go see who it is and maybe, help poor Camilla and Iris if it’s a terrible noble lady? Thank you. And lady Charlotte, if you wanna get a better look at yourself, there’s a mirror behind you.“

While Lin left the private Salon of the Roseleis immediately, Charlotte turned around to take a look in the mirror, probably the largest mirror she ever saw.

Usually when she had to wear something elegant because of reasons, Charlotte usually didn’t recognized herself when she looked in a mirror. But in this case and despite her non-existent sense of fashion, she had no difficulties to see herself. And the dress was not even blue, her most usual colour.

She wondered if it was because it was the first time she wear a dress from Soie Velours, a modiste who built her reputation upon the fact of knowing exactly what people should wear to be look at her best.

Or is it because for the first time, she didn’t wear blue, but decided to wear the colours of the man she loved?

She turned again and now, she even see better in the reflection how much it looked like a big black rose with golden dew.

“You truly breath taking, lady Charlotte. You’re certainly going to be one of the true stars of this upcoming ball.”

Oh, yes. The ball…

She actually forgot it for a moment, given the how the dress amazed her. But this ball was also the reason why she got that dress in the first place.

And given what this ball was implying… Oh, she wished she could forget this again, but Charlotte just couldn’t. Not with everything that’s going to play that night.

The nearer the ball way, the more upsetting aunt Rosamund became and her endless talks about that betrothal with lord Reginald Évantail. It was now such a pain that Charlotte really wondered if Rosamund had something else in mind than just marry of her niece, the most eligible member of house Roselei, to someone who already had been married five times before.

But if there was indeed some conspiracy between Rosamund and Reginald, for what reason? What was the goal? Should she trust her feelings or her guts, like Yami said? Or was she just imagining things? It was true that with this ball and her secret relationship with Yami, she might get a bit worried more than she should. She would fight for him, to be with him and she was also scared to lose him in any way possible.

Charlotte remembered the coded letter they had found during their mission in the Common Realm, with Sol, Asta and Finral. She really hoped it was something that could help them put a hold on whoever was behind those thievery acts. As if the kingdom didn’t had enough to deal with since two years.

Charlotte found it frustrating because it was such a mystery still. They had no idea about the reasons, who could be behind it and assuming things in precipitation rarely lead to the right conclusions.

Not to mention this whole ball. How was it related to the thievery in the Common Realm? Was it really related? Charlotte was not sure, maybe it was only a coincidence. But given how nobility demanded it soon after the thievery acts started and given that in the background, that ball was that specific ball to trap innocent people into some betrothal behind their backs. In the past, it had been obvious, now it’s more subtle.

Which was somewhat worse.

“Miss Velours?”

“Yes, lady Charlotte?”

“Do… do you actually know… what this ball is implying?”

“Oh, that it’s basically a trap for trappy engagements? Yes, I do know that.”

Charlotte turned towards Soie Velours, very surprised by how casually she said those words. But the modiste just shrugged. “I learned about the Three Leaves Glory ball through history books, not the so-called official ones. I was a still a young apprentice back then and since I had to deal with nobles for this kind of business, I had to learn how nobility was ticking. History books, observations while making myself invisible, that kind of stuff. If you want to be successful in your business, you have to know how you customers tick in any, really any way possible, individually and in general. Why do you think I became this successful as a modiste? I had a lot to deal with, to came where I am today. Trust me, it wasn’t easy, even more so since I’m a commoner working in the Noble Realm.”

“So… you know-“

“That there’s something fishy with this ball, yes. I’m not an idiot and that fishy is something I really despise, trust me. But I’m also a business woman, responsible for many workers and indirectly also of their families and even more, I’m also responsible for my nephew. If I refuse to sold and sew dresses every time something fishy or an occurrence I don’t like shows up, all I can do is closing my business. As a business woman, I have learned to compromise in order to achieve all of this. To achieve my dream. Compromises aren’t so bad if they’re done right.”

Soie Velours sighed, looking more serious in a personal way than she ever was. “This atelier, this shop, creating dresses in any way possible… It was my dream since I was a little girl. It’s now also my nephews dream and I choose my workers not only for their craftmanship on this domain, but also because of how much they love what they do, what they create, what they’re realizing. No matter of their backgrounds, I’m also ready to welcome some nobles if they want to work here. I don’t want to give up on that. And besides,” a smug glimmer appeared in Soies green eyes, “in a way, I can also fight against unfairness in society with my shop and my dresses, even though I’m not a Magic Knight. I’m worthless against devils or terrorist groups, of course. But against bigot nobles who want to have more what they deserve, I’m weak to think that I’m rather an expert.“

Charlotte had come to appreciate Soie Velours during the mission for her. But after that speech, she came to respect her deeply.

Soie Velours might not be a Magic Knight, but that didn’t make her less a warrior in her own ways. A strong and independent woman with a business, which in a way was more to just to create pretty dresses.

“Thank you, Miss Velours.”

“Oh, no need to thank me, lady Charlotte. I’m sure you also one of those who need to be cautious during this ball of traps, given the odious rumours I heard about your future marriage.”

“Indeed, especially since I have a secret-“

Charlotte immediately put her hand on her mouth, afraid to have already said too much. She still didn’t want that her relationship with Yami would spread like wildfire in every circle. At least, not before the ball.

But Soie just smiled smugly and kindly. “Oh, you also have a secret lover who isn’t a noble, am I right? Goodness, is this a trend these days, to fall truly in love with someone from not the same circle? Well, if it is, I hope this trend never goes away.”

Charlotte frowned at those strange words. But before she could ask, Lin entered the private Salon again.

“Auntie, it’s lord Nozels secret lover, miss V… Oh, oopsie daisy.“

Lin Velours immediately put both his hands on his mouth, as he realized that Charlotte was still here.

His aunt gave him an affectionate scolding glance, but Charlotte understood immediately what all of this was implying.

So, Nozel had a secret lover as well. Someone who was neither a noble nor another royal. Charlotte smiled. He who was always so strict and loved discipline, allowed himself finally some happiness.

And if she understood correctly, Nozels beloved didn’t had any private salon to have some calm to try her dress. But was she able to afford such a ball gown?

Maybe she was another Magic Knight. Or maybe Nozel would pay for her, maybe he even opened an account here for his beloved.

“Miss Velours?”

“Yes, lady Charlotte?”

“You can tell Nozels beloved that she can use the Roseleis private Salon to try her dress on. Given that I’m in a similar situation, I won’t spill her secret in any way and I would love to support her.“

“You have a really noble heart, lady Charlotte. Come, Lin, let’s tell lord Nozels girlfriend to follow us here.“

As aunt and nephew left the room, Charlotte turned back to the mirror, but not really to admire her dress again. Her thoughts were now focused on who Nozel fell in love with.

Nozel wasn’t the easiest person to be around. But as a captain, he had some qualities that would be also welcomed as a lover. He was loyal, true to his words and even though it was only subtle in appearance, deep down he was also a very caring man. His beloved certainly was lucky to be with him.

Maybe he was more open with her, whoever she was? Lin almost spilled her name, starting with a V. Veronique, Virginia, Valérie, Valentina, Victoria, Vivian, Violet, Venus, Verena, Valencia, Verona, Verity? There were a lot of possibilities of names with V. It reminded her of her dolls when she was a very little girl and searching for the most rare names for them.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when the door opened again, revealing Soie Velours, her nephew and…

“Vanessa?”

“Oh, hello captain Charlotte. Thanks a lot for letting me use your private Salon. Oh my gosh, that dress looks dashing. I didn’t know that black was as much your colour as blue, it really suits you!”

“Wait… you… you’re…”

♣♣♣

“You’re Nozels secret lover?”

Vanessa immediately stopped to be in awe of captain Charlottes gorgeous black dress, as surprise and shock washed over her.

How did the captain of the Blue Roses know? Well, not really know, since her exclamation was definitely a question. But did she know that Nozel was secretly in love with someone out of his circles. Captain Charlotte was clever and not as dense as captain Yami. She might have saw some things and conclude others.

“Forgive my nephew, Vanessa,” Soie said with a sorry smile. “He half spilled the beans not even five minutes ago.”

Lin stood behind his aunt, timidly poking his two fingers against one another. Oh, he was so adorable and he certainly didn’t mean it bad.

His aunt continued, “But lady Charlotte is a kind hearted person, so she offered you private Salon of the Roseleis. And if we spilled some beans already, she also did it as a fellow who also has a secret lover.”

Wait, what?

“So, Lin and I will bring you your ball gown. We’ll be back in a minute.”

Aunt and nephew left, leaving Vanessa alone with the captain of the Blue Roses. A few seconds, there was some awkward silence between the two women.

Until Charlotte actually moved, taking Vanessas hand and leading to the couch, for her to sit down.

Vanessa was grateful for the gesture, because a lot of thoughts were currently racing in her mind. Captain Charlotte just learned about her and Nozel. And Vanessa understood Soie Velours’ words correctly, it would also mean that…

“Are you and captain Yami finally together?”

“My goodness, is it so obvious that we have to be a thing?”

“To be perfectly honest… yes. Only idiots and dense people would be unable to see the signs. And… I was right next to you when you confessed to captain Yami back in Spade, remember?”

“Oh, Heavens… I haven’t thought about that confession for a while,” Charlotte moaned, hiding her face behind her hands.

Well, Vanessa hasn’t thought about it for quite some time as well. The thing that first came to her mind every time she remembered Spade, was her very first talk with Nozel.

How everything between them started then…

But captain Charlottes confession to captain Yami in Spade also had somehow an impact on herself. Vanessa remembered that by hearing this desperate I love you, she finally realized and admitted that she had never been in love with her captain. That her lost duckling crush on Yami had actually disappeared a very long time ago.

She had a lot of thinking to do back then, which was why she had searched for a quiet place to think peacefully about her new realizations. To think, to decide to take her love life in a new direction, without delusions of a crush that she shouldn’t had cling into it in the first place.

And then, Nozel came to her spot.

Without his cold mask, looking more vulnerable and human to her, like she never dared to imagine before.

And probably without realizing it, Vanessas decision to take her love life onto a new path was already put into motion that day.

Looking at captain Charlotte, who still hiding her face with her hands, Vanessa believed that back in Spade, it was not only the start of what was between her and Nozel. But also between Charlotte and Yami.

What a small world…

“Since when are you and captain Yami a thing?”

“A thing? For a bit more than one month at this point.”

“Oh, same here for Nozel and me. And you kept the secret, even to us Bulls?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, but we wanted some peace before telling anyone. And with everything going on the kingdom… the ball, the boldness of nobles and everything that implied all those things… Yami and I thought it was better to keep it a secret at first.”

“Does anyone know?”

“Except you? Puli and Églantine, two of my knights, and Luck. But those three find out due to… reasons that I rather not explain further.”

Vanessa grinned. Given the deep blush on captain Charlottes face, Luck and the two Blue Roses must have surprised the two captains in a very sensual position. Kinda reminded Vanessa on how Noelle find out about Nozel and her, not so long ago.

“Oh, and my mother knows as well. She even gave us our blessing already.”

Ha, Vanessa always knew that auntie Dea was one of the best nobles in the whole kingdom of Clover!

“And does someone know about you and Nozel?” Charlotte asked, after taking a bit of her blush under control.

“Océane Vermillion knows, Nozels aunt. And besides Soie Velours and her nephew, it’s only Noelle. But in her case, she stumbled on us while we were… in a very sensual position and it took her some time to calm down from the shock.”

“Poor girl.”

Vanessa smiled, but it didn’t last long, as a more serious topic came to her mind. “We kept it a secret for similar reasons than you and captain Yami. Nobles are very determined to marry one of their own to Nozel. And learned recently that some noble ladies called Prudence Évantail and Athénaïs Vitrail are considered the top candidates for his future wife.”

Charlotte made a face at the sound of those names, which made Vanessa grin for a second.

“And… his father seems very determined to marry him of. He was the one who spread those rumours about Nozel wanting to get engaged during this ball and getting married shortly after. It’s not true, of course. But Nozel and I… we want to fight to be together, that goes without doubts. But there are heavy hurdles on this way.”

“I get that,” Charlotte said softly, before taking Vanessas hand again. It was a very comforting touch. “Lac Silva… Is not someone to take lightly, no matter how much you despise him. I don’t know the story between him and the Silva siblings, but I understand that there’s a big shift between them. And… I can’t say the details, it’s not my secret specifically and it’s very disgusting to think about. But Lac Silva had insulted my mother in way that I just can’t have any respect for him.”

Gosh, what did that jerk of Lac Silva did to auntie Dea? Vanessa was very close to ask, but given Charlottes stiff glance in her eyes, she preferred to hold back.

Besides, captain Charlotte continued, “As for Nozels situation with the kinds of lady Prudence and lady Athénaïs, I also can relate. You have to know, somehow I ended up being the most eligible match of house Roselei, despite my curse. The members of my house are trying very hard to find a suitable fiancé for me. Especially my aunt Rosamund.”

“The one who is more shambolic than me? Auntie Dea told me about her during her first visit at the Hideout.”

“If only she could be as shambolic by trying to marry me of. But sadly, Rosamund is stubborn and determined to a point that even being sick with the highest temperature can’t stop her for trying to get what she wants. And for some reason I still ignore, she seems to have only one specific lord in mind to be my future husband. But… lord Reginald is old enough to be either my father or my grandfather and he has been married five times before. He has children from each on his marriages and still wants to find a wife number 6. Which shall be me, according to Rosamund.”

“That’s sounds fucked up.”

“I wouldn’t choose such a crude word, but it’s fitting, I admit. Not to mention that lord Reginald is also the father of lady Prudence. But I don’t remember anymore if she’s a daughter from his first wife or from the second one.”

“Another Évantail?”

“Their family tree is pretty chaotic. Sometimes nephews and nieces happened to be older than their uncles and aunts, for example.“

Vanessa hold her snicker back. This was just so ridiculous. And this were JUST the legitimized Évantails. If they would add Grenadine and any other potential bastard to the bunch, it would surely be more complicated than it already was.

Nobles were for the most part really either complicated, stupid or arrogant, if not a mix of those three words and others.

Thank goodness there exceptions like Finesse, auntie Dea and Océane, Nozels adorable Vermillion aunt.

Speaking of…

“Do you and captain Yami have some plans to avoid the traps during the ball?”

“You mean except holding Yami and probably also myself back to beat up any of my suitors, because this would have consequences and it wouldn’t really help us in the end?”

“Oh, I can relate to that,” Vanessa chuckled, remembering how close she had been to slap Prudence Évantail and Athénaïs Vitrail because of how they talked about Nozel. But maybe it was also good that she didn’t slapped them. Yet.

Charlotte smiled, before continuing with a serious voice, “Honestly, I’m quite unsure. Even Yami isn’t that laidback about this whole ordeal. But he’s still more laidback than I am. My mother told me to avoid any of my suitors as much as I can and to listen between the lines, in case they invite me for that betrothal waltz.”

“Auntie Dea is right, this is already something to do. Nozels auntie, Océane Vermillion, also suggested us to only dance with each other, not with anyone else. Not only would it avoid any hidden betrothal with other nobles but at the same time, giving a clear message to the nobles and especially Lac Silva. Probably also to Prudence Évantail and Athénaïs Vitrail.”

“So… you want to come out of secrecy?”

“More or less, it won’t such a big announcement with trumpets and all the drama. But Nozel is sick of secrets of any kind and the more we are together, the more I see that he doesn’t want to hide me. It’s not like we were extra cautious before, but we were still pretty secretive. And given everything I learned about him since Spade… I understand that. And… I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I don’t know if I can fit into this life, of being a royal. It seems rather scary. But I can’t let insecurities be stronger than what I feel for Nozel.”

“I understand, Vanessa. Yami and I would love to come out of secrecy as well. We just… Well, we quite enjoy the peace we have now, but once we’re out in the open, the storm will 

come onto us. And I’m not talking about nobility only, but also about you Black Bulls. No offense.”

“None taken. You’re right, after all. We Black Bulls are nice people, but we tend to get a bit to wild, it doesn’t matter if we feel insulted or if we’re excited. Especially since my comrades are going to be overprotective over you against our captain, most certainly. Gosh, I haven’t thought how the Bulls are going to react to Nozel and me!”

She indeed hasn’t thought about that. At least, barely. The Black Bulls would indeed have the shock of their lives. Vanessa liked to think that at least half of them wouldn’t make too much of a drama. But the other half… and given Noelles past… Oh shoot, not only the Black Bulls would be shocked, but Nebra and Solid as well! Okay, with how she was today, Nebra might take it kinda good. But Solid maybe not so much.

Nozel might rubbed off on her, because now she almost started to overthink just like him.

“I’m actually glad that Noelle already knows about Nozel and me. She’s a bit like our biggest supporter today.”

“That’s good to know.”

Both women went silent, each of them lost in their thoughts.

Vanessa observed Charlotte. She wondered if the colour of her dress was a way to honour Yami. Black with some trimmer of gold, it was practically the colours of the Black Bulls. A bit like she choose Silva typical colours for her dress.

That dress truly suited her. Her porcelain skin was practically radiant against the black silk. Vanessa really hoped that captain Yami would at least be in awe once he would see captain Charlotte and that he would SHOW it for once. In her own case, Vanessa knew already that Nozel would show his appreciation. Hopefully he would love the dress.

Suddenly, an idea popped in her head.

“Wanna make a deal, captain Charlotte?”

“What? What kind of deal do you mean?”

“Just to support each other and our boyfriends during the ball, in any way possible. We’re kinda in the same boat with our love lives. So, why not support each other? Both our couples are going to need every help they can get in this situation, don’t you think?”

Charlotte hesitated just for not even one second before a bright smile appeared on her lips. “Agree, let’s help each other.”

“Pinky oath?”

“Pinky oath, if you insist.”

Soie Velours and her little nephew entered the private salon just when Vanessa and Charlotte let go of their pinky fingers.

“Sorry for the wait, lady Adelheid Sandler made a real fuss about one little embroidery on her Winter Apple dress,” Soie laughed, before opening a box right in front of Vanessa. “And here, lady witch of the Black Bull squad, is the masterpiece created especially for you.”

A purple dress came out of the box, professionally hold by both aunt and nephew. Vanessa was immediately amazed by her new dress.

“For this particular gown, we have opted for a sheath shape, which will not only accenting your gorgeous frame, but will also flow freely and gracefully around you. Unusual for the sheath, the shoulders are free with just a small, flowing ringlet of fabric around your upper arms, which you won’t even notice. We choose satin as the fabric, for its particular shine, as you can see here. Please notice how the satin slowly becomes more transparent starting from the knees. The transparency will not be fully, only subtle, but enough to show your legs in a small, timidly naughty way. Adding a bit of transparency is not an easy task with satin, since it’s not a fabric used for this kind of work, unlike chiffon, fine silk or georgette. But it is possible for my nephew and me, since we have fabric magic and learned how to do the most impossible things in our craftmanship with our magic. As you ordered, the main colour is a bright and metallic purple, adding more to the shine of the satin. Observe also those silver embroidery which delicately go around the bodice and the skirt, starting from your right shoulder and ending at the bottom left of your dress, without covering them and hiding the beautiful metallic purple. Those embroideries have the form of vines, covered with frost thanks to the silver threads. You may have noticed all those little rose blossoms scattered on the silver vine embroideries. Some in an immaculate white, the others in the palest pink possible. A bit of silver had been added on them as well, to give a subtle illusion of frost and winter. My dear nephew gave this dress the name of Rose In Winter, as a little delicacy. You certainly want to try it on, Vanessa dear, you can go behind the paravent.”

“This is the most beautiful dress I ever saw,” Vanessa whispered in awe, while taking her ball gown delicately from Soie and Lin. “I have no words, I… It definitely will inspire me for my own future needlework!”

“And this is the kind of compliment a dressmaker always loves to hear,” Soie Velours said with pride while Vanessa disappeared behind the paravent.

It was not difficult to put the dress on. In fact, it was pretty easy. But Vanessa had to stop every ten second to admire the shine of the satin, the subtle transparency, the white and pale pink roses, the silver embroidery, the softness of the fabric, just everything…

When Vanessa finally appeared from behind the paravent wearing her flowy dress, Lin Velours looked at her in awe, while Charlotte smiled with admiration, still wearing her own ball gown, and Soie Velours nodded with pride.

“Another masterpiece, indeed. Please, Vanessa, come admire you in the mirror.”

Seeing herself in the mirror was something else indeed. Vanessa was amazed how perfectly this dress fitted her and she couldn’t wait to see Nozels reaction seeing her like this, like a true princess.

Despite the fact that this ball was all bad news, there were still some things for Vanessa to look forward to. And that was somehow comforting.

After a while of silent admiration, Soie Velours spoke up again, “Ah, before I forgot, there is something else for you, for the upcoming ball.”

And from behind her back, she handed both Charlotte and Vanessa two little boxes. It looked like jewellery boxes or something, but Vanessa didn’t know enough about jewellery of nobles and royals to call herself an expert.

Charlotte took a closer look at hers, frowning. “But… I can’t remember to have ordered-“

“Oh, it’s not from you, lady Charlotte. Even though it is for you. But your mother, lady Orchidea, brought it to us earlier today. I think she had it ordered by one of the finest jewellers in the kingdom the moment she learned what you wanted for your dress.”

Vanessa couldn’t help but smile. Auntie Dea was definitely more than a good mother for Charlotte.

The captain of the Blue Roses still frowned, but opened the box still.

A diadem was in it. A golden diadem in the shape of thorny vines, with black gems, probably obsidians. Even better, those obsidians were formed in a way to look like roses. A black rose to the fullest.

“Oh… it’s… I…”

“Can I put it on your head, lady Charlotte?” Lin timidly asked. “It would be like to crown you.”

“Well, then crown me, little one.”

With a smile, Charlotte went softly on her knees to let Lin put the diadem on her head, doing it even like a professional.

Vanessa smiled at this adorable image – Charlotte Roselei would do a good mother as well, just like auntie Dea – before she focused on her box and opened it.

There was also a diadem, a small but also a very ancient one. Only that it was silver and the shape looked like leaves and water drops. The gemstones were probably crystals, in the palest shades of purple, pink and blue, also white.

Silver, purple, pink, blue, white… Some typical Silva colours.

The gems were also formed into flowers, but strangely enough not like roses, but like water lilies. The favourite flowers of lady Acier…

Vanessas eyes widened. Could this be a Silva diadem that once belonged to Acier Silva?

There was a little letter in the box and Vanessa quickly to took it read.

Dearest future niece-in-law

I suppose that miss Soie Velours gave this box to you once you have your surely breath taking ball gown. I wanna see Nozels face once you wear it.

This diadem belonged to my late sister, lady Acier Silva. I’m sure my dear nephew told you once that those were her favourite flowers. She wore that diadem on her wedding and when there was an occasion, she put it on her head again. It was her favourite jewellery and she didn’t lots of those. In her will, she stated that Nozel should have it until he gets married and gave it to his beloved.

I know you and Nozel aren’t married yet, but at this point it’s only a matter of time. Still, my nephew wanted you to have it now, not only for the ball, and I agree with him. You deserve to have it and from now on, this diadem is yours. Consider this as a gift from Nozel and from my dear sister, who would have loved you. It might not fit entirely with your dress, but I think this doesn’t matter, given the symbolism of this diadem.

Océane Vermillion, né Océane Silva.

Tears of joy filled Vanessas eyes. Nozel actually gifted her something that belonged to his mother, something of great emotional value. This was worth more than the silver and gems.

When Vanessa put the diadem on her head, she had the feeling for a second that it was Acier Silva who placed it delicately, as if she was giving Nozel and Vanessa her blessing from the afterlife.

[plaindangan]

SPA ask,let's go:

Desuhiko was always complexed by his...thing down there, barely bigger than a thumb even fully erect,that's why despite his womanizing ways,he is so ashamed to show himself naked.

But dummy thicc housewife wannabe Fubuki think his penis absolutely adorable!As she got enough of those "horse shaped servant" (who aren't even horse shaped!) constantly remodeling her dummy thicc ass!

A long wholesome missionary session with extra hand holding is of course what will follow.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

To be honest, Desuhiko thought he'd never get this far.

He, in his boxers, just a few inches away from Fubuki - the absolute knockout of the Nocturnal Detective Agency - who was completely naked, sitting on her bed, patiently waiting for him. Nervousness clear on his face.

All his life he's been struggling against himself leading up to his moment. His height, his personality, his not-so great music career - it was rough being Desuhiko. But he's made it now...right? Well, not quite either.

Truth is, even though he's at the finish line, there was another reason he looked so unsteady. It had to with...

"Desuhiko? Are you ready?" "Y-y-y-yeah!! Just....don't laugh, okay?" Slowly, he pulled down his boxers...and showed off his erect cock. A very fitting one for his size given how it was on the short side of things, to the point that some of the crueler lot might even mock it as being non-existant. His own insecurities being displayed out in the open. He was well aware that of the NDA guys, he had the small member.

Yakou's was naturally girthy, Vivia's was really tall whenever he could get himself going, and Yuma was a great balance of both worlds...but Desuhiko lagged behind all three. It was his greatest thorn and thought for sure upon seeing this Fubuki would instantly start to laugh. Or mock him. Or bo-

"Oooh, what a wonderful cock, Desuhiko!~"

...

Eh?

"Wh-what the Hell? What'dya mean 'wondeful cock' just look at this?!" he said incredulously, but to Fubuki she merely shook her head - eyes as genuine as ever.

"Is there a problem? I think it's a good size!! I fail to see the issue here."

"W-what?! The heck?! Wouldn't you rather that sexy ass body of yours to be fucked by someone...y-y-ya know, bigger down there?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm....no? Well, rather, not really?" Fubuki admitte head tilting back as she pondered for a bit. "I mean, they aren't bad!! But...I must admit I am somewhat tired of it. My mansion is filled with....what did mother call them. "Hung horse hunks'? Whatever that means, but they were always the ones available for me in need, so I'm a bit weary of finding another one with that feature." Ohhh...remind Desuhiko he needs to check in on that mansion sometime.

"Besides...hung cock or small cock, I want to have the sex with you, Desuhiko, regardless~"

But on the matter at hand, Desuhiko was stunned. Someone...really didn't think he was strange or inferior for having said cock? Who just wanted him alone? H-h-huh? God! No! No, no, no!! Wipe those tears Desuhiko!! A lady is eager for you to be the star!!! Time to show her what you got!~

"...Fine!~" Striking a pose, that old confidence from Desuhiko was rising - for his biggest fan!!! "If it's a good time you want, it's a good time, you'll get!! I'll rock your world, baby!!!"

"Yippeee!!! Then let us 'get our freak' on!!!" Fubuki said, before grabbing Desuhiko by the arm and yanking him forward.

"Wh-HEEEEY!!" Before he knew it, he was trapped dead center onto Fubuki's jiggly set of boobs, lying ontop of her as she laid back into bed. Those soft, warm, mounds, which begged for Desuhiko to sink in deep...while he was in the perfect spot to get to work~

Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap!!

With a fervor to match his name, Desuhiko began to fuck the breedable Clockford heiress, much to her giggly, squealy delight!

"Th-that's ittttt!! You're doing great so far, Desuhiko~ K-keep it up as you are, please~ You're wonderful!!" begged Fubuki, reaching out and clasping his hand.

And in turn, while Desuhiko couldn't quite respond/be heard, given his face's current situation - the fact of the matter that he clasped her hand back to, showed that he was deeply appreciative of her right back.

...Well that and, half an hour later, he showed his gratitude by pretty much filling up Fubuki to the point her bed was drenched in his cum. Turns out, while his cock may have been small, he was quite the hefty shooter~

(You can bet your ass he's bragging about that whenever he's hanging out with the guys again~)

[cupcakesandtv]

i would like you to expand on the idea that Paxton loves Devi, please?

The thing is that Paxton loves Devi.

I just don’t see any other reasonable explanation for his behavior over the two seasons. Even when I disagree with the writing, I still think the case can be made that he’s in love with Devi. Paxton has been around. We know now that Devi is his first real girlfriend, he said as much when he told her she’s going to do his homework. “I thought we were-” (We’ll come back to this later too) He thinks “labels are cheesy” or whatever. We know Devi is his first real girlfriend/ boyfriend interaction.

There’s no shame in that, but he has been around. He’s hooked up with lots of people and he thinks dates should involve friends and video games which is wild but clearly, this has worked for him.

When Devi asked him to have sex with her no strings attached in 1x01, he agrees and then in 1x02 he’s ready to go through with it, but by the end of 1x02 it’s clear he understands Devi likes him and if they have sex, there will be strings on her part, so he sets the boundary that they aren’t going to have sex. But we all know by the look back, he’s intrigued. He’s trying to figure her out. 

Their friendship grows, but then he finds out she’s lying about them having sex and he’s hurt. He thought they were friends. He trusted Devi but she was using him for clout. She apologizes and makes amends and Paxton starts to see her as somebody he actually likes. He also didn’t correct anyone who asks about him having sex with Devi which seems in direct opposition to him in s2 saying he’s embarrassed of her, but whatever. He goes to Ben Gross’ party because of Devi. He wants to go because she’ll be there. She invites him, he’s down to go. Devi at this point is back to thinking she has a chance and she’s not reading that signal wrong. She does have a chance, Paxton rescues her, they have a smokin hot kiss where I think it was sealed for Paxton that Devi is different from the other people he’s hooked up with and he LIKES THAT SHE’S DIFFERENT. He likes her. All her weird and awkward and he genuinely is concerned about her and her feelings and everything that happened to her. He’s invested.

That kiss was technically pretty tame, but the build up, the way they both acted, before and after, Paxton converted to the Church of Devi. (literally quoting my own fic but lmao it’s the vibe!!!!! “If you kiss me again, I’m gonna have to admit that I don’t like kissing anybody else.”) He did not expect the kiss to go like that and he was pleasantly surprised. Instead of seeing her Monday, this dummy took her dress that he’d definitely laundered to her house the next day to see her. OF COURSE her mom rips him to shreds for the second time despite him only ever being kind and polite to her. (he gives good parent) So he blows Devi off for a while. Nalini hit at his biggest insecurity, his intelligence. I think she likely didn’t do very well with the comment about knocking Devi up either because Paxton is generally Mr. Responsible so I feel like that definitely hit him in a point of pride, he’s having sex but he’s not stupid, he’s safe. He tries to rebut with “we only kissed” not knowing that was just as bad to Nalini. Paxton got roasted by an adult that he will have to spend more time with if he decides to keep seeing Devi so he blows her off. His sister calls out his douchery but she gets that Devi is different to Paxton too, I think that’s why she called him out like that. He told Becca they kissed (another point for Paxton really thinking that kiss was top shelf, new bar to meet, the gold standard. God is a woman, her name is Devi Vishwakumar) So he apologizes. He braves Nalini’s wrath and spends his whole afternoon/evening waiting for Devi to get back from Malibu so he can make good and ask her out. Because now he’s solid. He likes her. She’s different. He’s opening himself up to what could be with Devi. But the date is bad because he doesn’t know what a real date is and when she tells him she’s going to India, he’s like whoa I’m all in, this is happening, “gotta make it count.” However the show wants to backtrack, Paxton was clearly into Devi. He was dating her. He wasn’t embarrassed of her. And even if labels are cheesy or whatever, by the time he finds out what she’s done, he’s deeply hurt.

This is a big turning point. He opened himself up, he knew she was different and instead of doing the regular hookup, hang out, bail, he was with Devi. 

She hurts him. He is hurt because this was his moment knowing she’s different and he acted differently, but he got played. And to boot, he breaks his arm, meaning she’s spun his whole life out of control by putting his swim scholarship chances at risk. His whole future is at risk now.

It’s reasonable for him to want nothing to do with her. He’s hurt for a while over it. His friends mock him. His future is in limbo. Paxton is upset and done with Devi. Different or not, she’s not worth it. No matter how much he liked her. No matter how vulnerable he was. 

Paxton takes his homework to Devi and lets out a little of that anger at her, he slips and says “i thought we were-” but it doesn’t matter. He’s not going to let her in anymore. He’s not going to show her how deep he was to begin with because clearly she and people around her (her mom) are adept at hitting him where it hurts so he’s using her for his grades and he doesn’t give a shit. Except very quickly he does give a shit. He feels bad. She’s doing her best to make amends and he feels like a jerk and Becca reminds him again, he’s taking the easy way out. Nobody deserves to be treated how he’s treating Devi and the thing is, he knew that. He already knew it as he was doing it. It didn’t make him feel better to treat her like shit. (We can compare this to Ben enjoying tormenting her but that’s a different discussion.)

Paxton turns the corner. He’s going to learn this stuff. He’s going to ask Devi to actually help him. She’s running herself ragged trying to do it for him and he can’t let her do that. It’s messed up and if his mom knew, she’d be horrified not because he’s cheating, but because she’s more concerned about kindness and he’s being far from kind. 

OKAY SO NOW almost immediately, once he’s asked Devi to actually help him, he shifts entirely easily and quickly into friend mode. He loves hanging out with Devi. He’s reminded that he loves hanging out with her even if she’s weird or awkward or says whatever pops into her head. He enjoys spending time with her. She’s fun and oh no when he’s close to her she’s cute and he’s reminded he was all in and when she’s smiling at him he can forget that she cheated on him. He likes her that much. He even floats the idea. “Isn’t that weird because we used to hook up?” They have that sweet heart eyes exchange but Devi pulls back and this puts Paxton on the end of “I gave my best smolder and she rejected it. We’re just friends.”

So he doesn’t move forward. Even more, the next time a moment like that hangs, he tries the opposite float “we don’t make sense” and she agrees. 

She’s upset about it but I think from his POV, she’s agreeing and he’s remembering that she hurt him BAD. She hurt him bad and her mom hates him and thinks he’s an idiot and his friends still fuck with him about getting played and they’re debating his place in the group. Who cares if Devi is pretty and he never kissed anybody like her, all these things add up to being friends and not putting himself out there for her to hurt him again. But unlike in S1, Devi takes the information, takes the friend boundary and respects it. She’s not reading between the lines anymore because she’s busy with Aneesa and thinking she wants Ben because it seems like he wants Aneesa. (WHAT I WOULD HAVE KILLED FOR PAXTON TO DROP SOME LINE LIKE “she’s not devi 2.0, there’s only you, Aneesa’s her own thing and you’re not interchangeable, even if Ben thinks so.”) So Paxton is struggling because up to this point the thing that actually kept him academically interested was Devi. He was doing his own work but he got to hang out with Devi and he had a reasonable excuse to feed his friends and anyone else about why they were hanging out and he LOVES hanging out with her. He’s tied his academic success to Devi. He’s not wrong for being upset that she ditched him several times but she’s not wrong about holding his hand through this. He has to grow up and do it for himself. 

He’s mad at her again. And I wonder if she had come around to apologizing quicker or if it had only been one thing (Just being suspended because of the Aneesa thing or JUST being mad about Aneesa and Ben) he might have jumped to accept her apology quickly. But I think that even just the fact that it took her a minute to remember he existed hurt him again. He likes Devi. He likes hanging out with Devi. Loves hanging out with her. He loses his excuse to do it because she blows him off and he can’t possibly sink to just let that go easily because he likes hanging out with her. This is like the third or fourth or fifth time she’s hurt him and he’s not fucking around. He’s done. 

Until she’s crying and walking home and he LIKES DEVI.

He knows she doesn’t talk to people well when things go bad so he offers to drive her home and he gives her space to open up and talk about it and she doesn’t really but she at least takes interest in HIM again and that’s really enough to remind him that he really likes Devi. He doesn’t ice her out anymore, he’s back to being friends with her and he’s back to having an excuse to hang out with her. And along the way he learns something about his family history, his grandfather, he goes above and beyond and he likes the way it feels. Nobody thought he could do that, certainly Ben Gross isn’t out here suggesting anyone can study and do well. He’s just an asshole who wants other people around him to be stupid so he looks better. Devi isn’t the best peer tutor because she is that good at tutoring. It’s because she believes that everybody, if they work for it, can achieve it. Education/teacher language DEVI IS ALL ABOUT THE GROWTH MINDSET. This stuff doesn’t come naturally to her. And actually if we go back to that conversation in the Jeep about Paxton accidentally swimming to San Diego, it sounds like Devi doesn’t have much that comes to her naturally except maybe making messes. She works for everything. That attitude and experience makes her more equipped to believe in others. 

So no matter what his misgivings are about being hurt again, Paxton offers himself up all wet on a platter to Devi. Coming into her window because he likes her. He likes her so much he’s willing to risk Devi hurting him again, the wrath of her mom who hits him where it hurts and does not go easy, AND gravity because remember, Trent recently fell off that roof, Paxton barely got his cast off from breaking his arm! Paxton takes a page out of Steve’s book and crawls through her window ready to be hurt again. 

And he loves spending time with her. He’s spending all that time with her. He’s finally doing what he wants, without judgement from anyone else. He’s dating Devi on his terms, as safe as he can make it. And he likes her so much. 

But Devi is reading the signals and she’s like wait a second, I like you so much I wanna go to the dance. Because you like me, so that’s a reasonable expectation. Paxton hates turning her down and tbh I don’t even know if it would have gone as badly if Trent and Marcus weren’t just behind him ready to kick dirt in her face. She fucked up their guy and she’s “crazy” and they’re gonna publicly humiliate her because she did that to Paxton. (boys are so weird honestly like just go to therapy) 

Devi says she’s not gonna be a secret and that moment when she shakes his hand, he definitely did not think that was going to happen. Devi’s not obsessed with him anymore. She knows him and she likes him AND she’s not willing to be somebody’s secret and she wants more than he’s offering.

Instead of going to the dance, he stays home. All his bros went, he’s been to prom regularly since he was in 7th grade (YIKES) but he’s sitting this out because he’s not interested in hanging out at a dance with anybody else. Except Devi. But he can’t hang out with Devi because she’s asking too much of him and he turned her down. I refuse to believe he was sitting comfortably at home NOT thinking about Devi. The show makes it seem like the counselor calling him reminds him of Devi but he was definitely thinking about her all night. Everybody is at the dance and he’s at home because he didn’t want to open himself up to not just Devi hurting him again, but also to his friends fucking with him. He’s not embarrassed of Devi. He’s worried about his place in the social hierarchy of school and she’s hurt him a lot of times. This is where he decides that Devi’s worth it. Paxton loves Devi. She’s different from all the other hookups. She’s different from his friends. They make a good team and he WANTS to be with her. He wants to hang out with her and he doesn’t need an excuse. He can just open himself up to a relationship with her and that’s all he has to do to get to hang out with Devi. A very “i love josh” moment.

So right after being terrified that he might have hurt her (seriously, if you’re a driver, you’ve prob had that nightmare) she’s okay and she’s asking him to be clear. “Damn, you’re gonna make me say it?” is much less about him thinking he’s too good for her or embarrassed of her, he’s opening himself up to Devi again. Again. And he’s willing to put it all on the line for Devi because he loves her. But he can’t tell her that because he’s not an idiot. He knows he’s been around the block more than she has and he doesn’t want to spook her, so he says “as your boyfriend” and he kisses her and they go into that dance and Paxton looks nervous but I’m gonna say it, it’s less about being embarrassed. It’s absolutely about the fact that he sees this as a big step. This is someone important and he’s growing up. Devi is worth it. Devi is special. Devi is different. Because he loves her. 

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Okay! Can I ask for familial headcanons of Zenitsu with older sister that likes cheering for (translation: embarrassing) him?

Hi, Admin Anesthesia here! Yes of course you can! Thank you so much for requesting. Here it is and I hope you enjoy! -------------- Content Warnings: None

Trigger Warnings: None

Contents: Fluff --------------

You have always known that Zenitsu was a pessimist from the thousands of hours he complained to you.

To be honest, you believed the hours he spent complaining to you could've been used for training, but what do you know?

Zenitsu definitely throws the nearest object near him at you every time you mention that he could be training instead of complaining to you

But you know everything about his complaining comes from his insecurities of not being able to protect you (despite you being older and being able to defend yourself as another Demon Slayer)

So what you do instead of forcing him to train is: embarrass him whenever he does something small (just to get his self-esteem up)

It starts off small with you going "LET'S GO ZENITSU" at the top of your lungs whenever he eats food

If looks could kill, you'd be dead every time you scream it

Knowing how priceless his look is, you start to escalate it, making your cheers worse as the task gets harder

When he's walking, you act like you're his biggest fan

The way his cheeks turn so red is so amusing to you

He punched you in the arm once because of how embarrassed he got

However, he immediately apologized despite you not being hurt at all

You literally make a poster to hold up every time that he talks to Nezuko normally and without being a weirdo

The poster says "CONGRATS ON NOT INTERNALLY COMBUSTING WHEN A CUTE GIRL TALKS TO YOU"

He rips up the poster the day after you use it the first time

You make another one and hide it so he can't find it

Tanjiro and Inosuke catch on almost immediately after you make cheering for Zenitsu a thing

ZENITSU THINKS THE WAY THEY JOIN IN ON THE CHEERING ALMOST IMMEDIATELY IS FOUL

You and the two boys make a Zenitsu fan club and try to get every Demon Slayer in on the joke

Many of them join, even if they don't know who Zenitsu is

When Zenitsu's training on a rare occasion, guess who's there cheering for him every time he hits the stationary dummy

It's you, Tanjiro, and Inosuke (and sometimes even some other people of the fan club if they're not busy)

You scream the loudest out of the three of you because you really are proud of him (and also because you love seeing how embarrassed he gets)

At one point, he lashes out at you for being so annoying, but you know that even though Zenitsu's mad, it is increasing his self-esteem and you continue to do it

When Zenitsu goes on the mission to Mount Natagumo, you find yourself holding your breath over the possibility that he may not return, but Zenitsu's scared pessimism brings you back to reality because you're back to cheering for him

You tell him that you'll be waiting for him to come back so you can wave a sign in his face about how good of a job he did

While Zenitsu is fighting the spider demon, he finds himself saying he's going to die and that he wasn't worthy to be a Demon Slayer

However, he remembers what you've always done for him and why he even became a Demon Slayer in the first place and he perseveres

Despite all that happens, he calms himself by remembering what you've always done for him

He knows that you're counting on him to come back and he knows that the first reason you became a Demon Slayer was to protect you, so if he couldn't protect himself through the same training you were given to protect him, how could he expect to protect you?

He continues to breathe slowly for you, knowing that the longer he stays alive, the more time it gives for someone to save him and bring him back to his older sister

You hear about what happened to Zenitsu through Shinobu

When you rush to where he was staying, you stay by his side until he wakes up

When he does, you can't help but be all over him and tell him how much you were worried

He just smiles and goes "where's the sign you promised me?" and you know that things are amazing

You just laugh and hug him because of how worried you were

"Seriously though, where's the sign?"

"In my room."

"Great, because I don't think I can go a day without the Zenitsu fan club again. Especially since I'm gonna need to go through a lot of training to regain my strength and heal."

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[silk-heartss]

DATING ARMIN ARLERT

⤍ armin arlert x gn!reader

⤍ sfw , fluff fluff fluff , modern au

let me just say.

college bf armin college bf armin college bf armin.

starts off as the shyest angel boy and is the SWEETEST.

purposefully walks the long way around campus just to see you after your next class so he can walk with you.

if you tease him about it prepare for so much blushing cause he gets so flustered so fast.

offers to carry your books/bag for you, even if his arms are already full.

at first it seemed like a lovely coincidence but he kept showing up to walk with you, quickly memorizing your schedule.

so imagine the light in his eyes when YOU meet him after his class and walk him to class instead.

simp simp simp simp simp simp.

checking on you always, he’s got a water bottle or a snack if you need it. and he makes sure you’re doing your work but also taking care of yourself!

an avid cuddler.

he loves loves loves being with you, so don’t be surprised if he innocently presses his back against your chest or wraps his arms around you at any given moment.

i feel like armin is kinda insecure about pda?? i feel he worries about making you uncomfortable and making others uncomfortable too.

so i feel like yes he’ll hold your hand but he won’t be the type to be in a full makeout session in public.

but would give you a quick kiss goodbye if he had to leave without you during a public outing.

loves to play with your hands. that’s it. that’s the tweet. if you wear rings he fiddles with those too.

make sure you reassure him :( angel boy gets very insecure at times and make sure you take care of him!!

he’ll act like he doesn’t need it at first because he doesn’t want to be a burden but once you gain that trust, he’s taking all of your care.

will lay on you and rest his head on your chest if he’s feeling particularly stressed or anxious.

will love it if you play with his hair.

loves staying in dates!! cooking for each other/takeout, watching old movies or him reading to you!!

leaves you books with all his scribbles and highlights in them, perhaps you’ll find a lil love note inscribed on the first page <33

“to my darling, may you enjoy this read as much as i did! this story reminded me of you, as lovely as ever. i hope you enjoy :)”

once he gets past that initial stage of jitters (although they never truly go away), this man is SMOOTH AF.

very very romantic. sweet sweet gestures always.

wakes you up by brushing the hair out of your face with soft kisses or he’s already awake making you breakfast.

loves being with you but doing separate things.

like you two on the couch, you doing school work while he reads, but your legs are in his lap and he’s mindlessly rubbing his thumb against your thigh sweetly.

that sorta thing <3 just domestic bliss at its finest.

calls you “love”, “darling”, “angel”.

very very sweet endearments always!! will also call you “dummy” with the biggest amount of adoration occasionally.

angel boy armin <3.

© silk-heartss 2021

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Break.

Request by @lucywrites02 (If you find some time could you write a fic about reader being really stressed about their exams and Loki saying something mean and then they break down and Loki has no idea what's happening but then tries to help the reader? It can be a headcanon or a one shot)

N/A: It do be like that sometimes. Unfortunately I think we can all relate to this state of mind. Hope this helps alliviate the tension a bit. Remember to take care of yourself; health is more important than grades.

Warnings: anxious thoughts, mentions of suicide attempt (the Bifrost thing from Loki), angst. Happy ending.

Word count: 2.3 K

(Taglist: @lucywrites02, @louieboo87, @jesuswasnotawhiteman)

You organized your folders once again, hoping the cleaner desk would give you some motivation to keep going. It didn’t, but you stayed. Your stomach growled and it hinted you to look at the clock. Oh, no. Five in the morning? But you barely started. You still had so many things to do before dawn.

You got up and stretched your legs and back. Your eyelids, heavier than ever, were not helping at all. Your mind was still everywhere, and you had to keep your head distracted to not think in the thousand things you still couldn’t get done. The mere thought of that made you shiver, almost throwing you into a spiral of anxious thoughts. You shook your head off and walked to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water in your face, you stood in front of the mirror. Eyebags that made you more similar to a racoon gave you the idea of making some more coffee. At that time you'd already forgotten you were going to get some food; your head was so full it couldn't even retain basic information.

As silently as you could, you walked down to the kitchen of the compound. You brought your books with yourself. Couldn’t waste some other five or ten minutes, couldn’t you? Filling the kettle and putting it on the fire, you got distracted watching the shapes of the fire.

“Zoned out?”, inquired Loki behind you. You jumped, frightened.

“What are you doing up so early?”, you asked.

“What are you doing up so late?”. You pointed at the books and he nodded. “You’re still with those things”.

“Want some coffee?”.

“No, thanks. I think I’m gonna try to sleep on the couch”.

He moved to the living room area and opened a book, laying down on the nearest couch. It all looked so cozy, so comfortable. You redirected your gaze to your cup of coffee and academic books, waiting for you to fry your head a little (a lot) more. Oh, how much you would’ve loved to take a break, sit in there with a fiction book and a warm mug of hot cocoa, wrapped up in… no. Don’t do this. Don’t torture yourself like that.

You probably shouldn’t have been drinking coffee. Your heart was already going abnormally fast, product and cause of the anxiety you were accumulating. But you did, trying to get your eyes opened. The table you settled in was confronting the living room area, and Loki observed you read and write incessantly in those big piles of books and papers.

You didn’t hear his footsteps. Out of nowhere he appeared behind you, reading the pages that were troubling you so much. You jumped once again. He was distracting you, you were tired and stressed, and, as if it weren’t enough, your heart was going to explode with all those frightens he was giving you.

“Are you going on the next…?”.

“Loki, I can’t give you attention right now”, you cut him off as kindly as you could. Your voice was slightly broken, so you swallowed and hid it. You two weren’t close enough to actually explain to him you were about to drown if you kept getting distracted from the assignments.

“I don’t need your attention”, he scoffed, slightly offended. “Not a puppy you have to play with”.

“Alright. Can you leave?”.

He sighed and went back to the couch. After about half an hour, your head fell to the pages and gave your brain the pause it so hardly needed. About an hour later, everyone on the compound was up and having breakfast around you, waking you up with the noises.

“Y/n, what are you doing sleeping in here?”, asked Thor. “What are all those things you have in there?”.

“Those things, brother, are books. They are for reading and gaining knowledge, I’m certain you haven’t heard of them before”, mocked Loki, gaining a chuckle from you. “It’s not like you seem to be gaining much either, though”, told you, referring to your nap.

“I was exhausted, but I’m...”.

“Mortals are such weakies”, he said, getting up and serving himself a cup of tea. “They read three pages and already get tired of using their little brains”.

You knew he was kidding, for he had told you many times before he considered you one of the brightest youngsters he had ever encountered. But you couldn’t look at the big picture right now. Your head was still overwhelmingly loud with fears, tiredness, stress. The only sight of that pile of books made you shiver, realizing how little time you had to study. And Loki was right. You felt yourself so stupid, so weak. No matter how hard you worked and overworked yourself, you couldn’t get the damn things done right.

A knot in your throat gave you the hint to leave. The last thing you needed was to cry in front of them. You went back to your room, not without another cup of coffee before. So, you grabbed your things as fast as you could and ran to the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed Loki had followed you, thinking it was alright to mock; play around. You weren’t exactly friends, but enjoyed each other’s teasing every once in a while. He thought it’d cheer you up, or make you laugh.

“Hey”, he said behind you, and you jumped once again, dropping your mug to the floor. It got smashed to pieces. “Oh, what a clumsy little human”. You chuckled at his comment, containing a sob. He read it as if it was alright to keep teasing you, so he did. “I’d say you’re dumb because of not sleeping, but you generally just are like this”.

You didn’t answer, but your heart ached. You weren’t in the mood for his tough-love, so you rolled your eyes, sighed, and tried to pick up the pieces of broken ceramic. He didn't look satisfied with your silence. You'd usually insult him back, and laugh together.

“Your hair’s gross. Have you showered at all?” he said once again, touching the tip of one strand of your hair. You haven’t, you didn’t have time. You didn’t answer, and instead blushed. “Careful, don’t touch that sink, you might get a reaction”.

“What?”.

“Since you’re allergic to water”.

“Out of all the mean things you can say you go for my poor hygiene?”.

“Would you like me to stop insulting your appearance and instead go for anything else? I have a long list”.

“Just… leave me alone”.

“Oh, come on. You’re not gonna keep trying to understand what you so clearly can’t?”, he said while you were leaving with all your stuff, and you stood in place, facing the door. You were so, so glad you were backwards, because then he would’ve seen you tear up.

He was joking, he was just playing around. But going for that just in your worst moments? That was plain mean. You shook your head, he didn’t know, you’ve never said a thing about your stress, and he didn’t see how overworked and overwhelmed you were. He didn't know that was one of your biggest insecurities.

“I’d say you give up already. There are certain things dummies like you simply can’t achieve”, he continued. He had no idea, so he just kept going, hoping to get a reaction. A laugh, a chuckle or a “fuck you”. Even a punch. Any of the reactions he would usually get from you. But he didn’t expect what followed, at all.

You sobbed. One sob, just sharp and loud enough for him to have heard it. He stopped dead on his tracks. You didn’t turn around, but you didn’t move either. He saw how you tilted your head, facing the floor, and dropped a tear. He immediately walked to you and grabbed both of your hands, facing you.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of those things, dear”, he softened his voice. “I was just joking around”.

“Yes, I know. Don’t worry, it’s just that I’m very stressed”, was what you tried to say. Instead, your sobs turned into a full blown cry. Your face went red from embarrassment, and anger, and stress, and tiredness, and it all just became too much for you to bear alone. Loki sensed it and hugged you tightly, pressing your head against his chest and hushing you tenderly.

“What happened? Is someone ill?”, he whispered, and you felt even more stupid, because you were crying over grades and papers. Not real things, like you used to think to diminish your stress and pack up all your feelings in a tiny bottle. But the tiny bottle became too tiny for your big feelings, and it finally exploded. You still couldn’t talk. Tears running down your face, you were hugging Loki back, hiding your face on him.

“Nobody’s ill, don’t worry”, you managed to say after a while. He nodded.

“I worry about you. Come, let me get you comfortable”, he said in your ear, and lifted you up carefully. You chuckled in between sobs. An emotional roller coaster. He carried you to his bedroom (and ignored the weird looks and stares from everyone else, because, let’s be honest; that was an unusual sight), and made you sit in his bed, wrapping you up in a weighted blanket (oh, you loved those).

He left for less than a minute and came back with a steaming cup of tea, some chocolate, and a few CDs. He sat in the bed by your side and gave you the cup. You wiped some tears away, and with trembling hands left the tea carefully over the bedside table and went for another hug. He wrapped himself around you, as a second blanket, and caressed your hair and neck with his cold fingers until your sobs stopped and you finally calmed down.

After a while, he cupped your face and looked at you very closely. Too close, even. Gave you a comforting look, with a warmth on his eyes you have never seen on anyone before.

“Better?”, he whispered.

“A bit, yeah”.

“Want to talk it out? Movie marathon? Chocolate?”.

You smiled and blushed a bit, again.

“Sorry, I’m just… really stressed. I thought I could manage better, but… this is just not it”.

“School?”.

“You must think I’m an idiot”.

“No way”, he assured you, frowning. “You know what I think of you. You’re incredibly smart”.

“I’m not, I’m doing so poorly on my exams and assignments, and…” you tried to explain, and the overwhelming weight of everything fell on your chest again. Your eyes watered.

“You’re overworking yourself too much, darling. You need to take a day off, or two”.

“I have no time, I won’t get anything done”.

“Well, you certainly won’t get anything done in this breakdown state of mind”, he said as tenderly as he could. He was right, and you sighed. You started fidgeting nervously with your fingers, tearing your cuticles. Almost as a reflex act, he grabbed your hands and caressed them so you would stop hurting them. “You humans run around the entirety of your lives. You spend it all running, speeding, not taking time to feel enough, to be rested and fulfilled enough”, he started saying, rocking you back and forth “you think you don’t have enough time, but for what?”.

“To do all the things I want”.

“And those are…? Careers to do? Places to visit? They all come to the same thing, love”.

“Feeling well?”.

“Yes”, he nodded. Your throat tightened once again, but this time out of relief. You really needed to hear this. “If you feel well doing these things, you won’t feel you’re wasting time once you finally rest. I’ve lived a thousand years. Do you think I always wanted to spend my life doing the same things?”.

“Well, no”.

“But it all came to the same thing when I thought I died”.

“You... what?”.

“I was on the Bifrost, about to fall. I wanted to feel good, to feel accepted, to feel loved by the people I loved”.

“It’s all we want at the end. I guess I overwork myself to make them proud”.

“I did too. And at the end, even when I tried my hardest, I couldn’t make them proud”.

“Oh God”, you said. He was still hugging and caressing you, as if the story he was telling didn’t affect him anymore. “And you…”.

“I threw myself off it”, he stated. You stopped and looked at him.

“Oh”.

“But”, he brought back to your hands the cup of tea “I survived. Even then, I kept thinking through the fogged lenses of doing something big for a future purpose, not paying any mind to my actual motivations”.

“How do you feel now?”.

“You know, if I wouldn’t have survived, I wouldn’t taste this amazing cup of tea” he said, sipping a bit from the cup still in your hands and bringing it to his cheek, warming him up. “And I wouldn’t be able to watch all these movies with you. And I would’ve missed all the Midgardians books I’ve read on Earth. And I wouldn’t have met anyone on here. And maybe, even looking closer, I wouldn’t have pushed all your buttons to break down so you would still be bottling up your stress and maybe even have had a heart attack and died unhappy and unfulfilled”.

“Wow there”. You both laughed. You rested your head on his lap and he watched you with a glimpse of a smile.

“What I’m trying to say is, take it one step at a time. Look at the big picture. Enjoy the process. All those things you midgardians say so often, they have almost lost all meaning. They sound cliché. They shouldn’t; for they are very true”.

“Thank you, Loki”, you sighed and started braiding one strand of his hair.

“Now go take a bath or something, stinky”. You both laughed. It was all fine.

[barzzal]

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TYSON JOST

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babysitting for dummies: you and your boyfriend tyson figure out how to calm a crying baby.

blurbs.

fluff

first dance as husband and wife with josty

you pick out josty’s game day suit

angst

josty forgets an important date

seeing tys for the first time after breaking up

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

MATHEW BARZAL

imagines.

who’s the girl, barzy?: mat gets caught up and preyed by the press as he does a post-game exclusive with the boys.

four times you failed in seducing mat and the one time you succeeded: you were the biggest card tito was willing to play. and now that he has you around for help, he might just be the one two steps ahead of the game this time.*

when the ball drops: out of all the times you wanted to bail, for once you were certainly glad you didn’t ditch this year’s new year’s eve party. ♡

between halls and thin walls (completed): friends who fool around almost never work. almost.* [will edit]

→ multipart: one, two, three, four, five, final

close to you: there’s nothing more excruciating than to lose someone you’ve never imagined losing. but what happens when they’ve already left right before you can even acknowledge them leaving? mathew is yet to find out.

blurbs.

fluff

barzy taking care of a drunk you

barzy taking care of a sick you

soft airport moments with barzy

dad!mat puts his child in the stanley cup

you and mat take your twins to learn skating

barzy reassures a self-conscious y/n

domestic dad!mat with his daughters

barzy asks you to marry him

taking care of a sick mat after a game ♡

soft boyfriend mat cheats on a game

first dance as husband and wife with barzy

barzy giving you hickies

workout session with barzy

barzy takes you out to skate

barzy gets his 100th career goal

barzy cuddles his gloomy girlfriend

barzy reassures an insecure y/n

angst

you and mat get in your first big fight

you mistakenly break off things with mat

mat as an absent father, part two, part three

you’re mat’s booty call

mat watches you love someone else

smut

aftercare with mat*

dad!mat finally catches a break*

barzy with an ace!reader*

couch make out sesh with barzy

mat watches you strip for a cause ♡

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS

NOLAN PATRICK [retired]

imagines.

morning rituals: nolan fucks you from behind while you make him the classic ham and cheese sandwich.*

PITTSBURGH PENGUINS

SIDNEY CROSBY

imagines.

take me as i am: like he always does, sidney picks you up after work. the only thing he didn’t expect was to see you kissing one of your workmates. the one he’s been jealous of, to be exact.*

captain’s love language: sidney gets asked to answer a random question. ♡

call me crosby (on going): young, reckless, and rash, an unplanned pregnancy causes a massive rift in your relationship with then, cup-hungry 27 year-old sidney crosby. now with three cups and tons of awards at his disposal, sid is given a chance to right his wrongs and win what was once the biggest loss of his life.

blurbs.

soon! (have written a few pieces for him under wet weekends, you can check those out for now)

[sunshinesukuna]

just right

pairing: miya osamu x reader

tws: body insecurity, catcalling, self-starving

wc: 5.1k

prompt: Person A and B aren’t a couple, but A is crushing massively on B. A decides to change to get B’s attention, and while B doesn’t know about this crush, B starts to notice that A is starting to look and act differently... But B doesn’t like it and decides to confront A. What is the confrontation like? How does A react?

summary: the 6 things you want to avoid for him, and the 1 thing he wants you to avoid for him.

insp: GOT7′s Just Right, lovely - millz

special thanks to the betas that read over this @haikyuu-ink @fukuronani and @ardorwrites-hq-mha <33

this is a special love poem for all y’all that are going through something like this. psa: it gets better <3333

The lunch ladies were all flabbergasted when you skipped your usual side dishes and asked them to give you a piece smaller than your usual. 

“But you’ll go hungry!” one of them said. You shrugged and gave them an apologetic smile.  You turned your head to the side to avoid smelling even more of the scrumptious food in front of you. Instead, you focus your eyes on the small bowl in front of you. There’s some rice the size of a child’s fist coupled with a piece of fish smaller than an iPod shuffle.

Osamu pulls out his regular bento that he made himself after complaining that the ones you make weren’t enough to keep him fed throughout the day. There are three onigiris per usual. All three of them were meant to be for him, but you started nicking so much of them for yourself that he let you have one eventually.

So when you didn’t creep your hand from under his larger elbow to swipe at the snack, he stopped eating all at once. The onigiri hung suspended inches away from his ready mouth, locked in their place by your out of place habits. 

He holds it out so tantalizingly in front of you, the human personification of the devil on your left shoulder egging you to take the snack from the plastic bag in front of you. Osamu doesn’t say anything, but the nudge on your arm and the small raise of his chin asks you soundlessly: “You’re not going to eat it?”

You shake your head and continue nibbling on the fish to savor the flavor for longer. Osamu tilts his head.

“You’re not going to eat it?” Osamu says out loud. Atsumu stops his blabbering from across the table and puts his chopsticks down.

“Oh? What’s this? Our gluttonous (Y/N) isn’t eating that much anymore?” Atsumu asks. You wrinkle your nose at the other twin. Osamu’s still holding the onigiri. He makes it look like an object worthy of being your Holy Grail, perhaps even better than that. It takes all your resolve to hold back from running to the lunch ladies and demanding seconds.

“I figured that you would be tired of me stealing your food all this time, so,” you pushed his outstretched hand away from you, “you can have it this time.”

“But I don’t want it,” Osamu says. He slides the unwrapped onigiri back to you and opens another one.

“You can give it to Atsumu,” you say, sliding the snack to the other side of the table.

“Yeah, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, using your nickname for his twin. It drips in mock sweetness that would make anyone grimace. Atsumu mockingly opens and closes his hand, even though there’s a mountain of rice and enough vegetables to feed an unwasteful family for a month on his own plate. “Give it to Atsumu.”

Osamu rolls his eyes at his twin and looks back at you. Like he’s going to give the fruits of his hard work to his no-good twin. His eyes widen again as he taps your elbow with the onigiri like you’re a stray cat deprived of warmth.

“You don’t have to give it to me, ‘Samu. I’m fine.” The groaning of your stomach says otherwise. Osamu looks at you with his ‘I-told-you-so’ eyes. You bat your eyes and open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He holds out the piece of onigiri again.

You chew on the last mouthful of rice, sucking out all the flavor from the grains before swallowing it and putting down your chopsticks. Osamu keeps eye contact with you as you rise from the lunch table, looking like a puppy that had been kicked to the streets by its beloved owner.

“I’m on a diet,” you mutter, as you make your way back to class alone. “See you at practice later.”

Osamu stares at your retreating back, before finishing the onigiri that was meant to be yours.

Osamu forgot the name of the female idol a minute into the interview. The other boys in his class had been raving about her since class began. The minute the teacher left to go to the office, it was phones out and social norms out the window apparently, as they ogled the beauty giving the interviewer a way too good view of her legs.

He balances the pencil between his lips and nose as he eavesdrops on the conversation. He catches glimpses here and there of who they’re talking to, but they’re not enough to pique his interest. Truth be told, Osamu would much rather like it if the ones talking to each other in close proximity on a loveseat were you and him. 

“Yo Osamu!” one of his classmates, Osamu has better things to know than his name, calls out with a slap on his back. 

“Are you a fan of her too?” the classmates asks. Osamu twirls the pen around his fingers silently, not feeding into the question.

“There must have been something you liked about her,” one of the boys says, leaning on Osamu’s desk. Osamu has half the mind to tell him to move his arse to the dumpster where it belongs.

“She…” Osamu shrugs saying the first things that come to mind, “has a cute laugh, I guess. Doesn’t snort like those comedians on game shows,” he says. Of course, he doesn’t mean it, he just hopes that the boys will go away if he makes a dry comment.

The boys thought that Osamu couldn’t even digest the basic mechanisms of a laugh at the end of the day anyway, so they rolled their eyes and went back to happily watching. 

You stare at your hands as you listen to his words on the other side of the class.

“And then she slams into the wall, face first. When I saw her through the window, I thought she was Peppa Pig reincarnated as a human, without the pig,” Atsumu jokes later at practice.

A smile breaks out onto your lips, widening into a hearty laugh. You’re about to slap your thigh in mirth, but are suddenly jolted back to reality when you catch a glimpse of Osamu.

You laugh, but your signature snorts and chortles are gone, replaced with a tinkly giggle that makes Osamu want to punch people who laugh like that. And the wide smile on your face is hidden behind your hands, what’s up with that? But since you’re the one that’s laughing, he clenches his fist and squeezes his knee to redirect his excess tension.

You keep it up for the rest of practice as you continue with your duties as manager. The first-years that see you as their friendly senpai chat you up as usual. Osamu has more pressing appointments, like the ball hurtling towards his face at 75 miles per hour, so the face of the fella that’s making you cover up your pretty little laugh automatically stamped onto the ball in Osamu’s mind, as he spikes the ball back with a deathly force.

Osamu’s always been content with the circumstances he was born in, but right now, he wished that he was born with a superpower. Telekinesis, more specifically, so he can ward off the hands that cover your mouth and the vocal cords that constrict the laughter that is so uniquely you. 

Maybe that’s why he’s thinking about you much more than he usually does.

He doesn’t pay much attention to how much of it he’s giving you until Atsumu brings it up later on the way back home. 

“Ya’ was staring at her so hard I thought your eyes were ‘bout to pop outta your ugly face,” Atsumu says. Osamu isn’t fazed, having faced almost 17 years of the same insults over and over again from his twin that just never seems to learn any new ones. He keeps walking. 

“We have the same face, Einstein,” he retorts. There are a few minutes of silence between the twins as they pass the scenery of Hyogo. But curiosity gets the best of Osamu.

“Staring at who?” Osamu asks, finally getting his twin’s insult.

“Ya got the nerve to call me Einstein but can’t figure out something like that, eh?”

Osamu stops right in his tracks. Atsumu keeps on walking but stops as well when he realizes he’s left behind his twin. Osamu gives Atsumu a blank look. 

Atsumu clicks his tongue. “(Y/N), ya’ dummy. From the way you were lookin’ at her, I thought she ate one of your snacks or something.” Atsumu rests his head between his hands.

 “Not like ya’ would ever let anyone hurt her.”

You had anticipated what was going to come ever since the bus had dropped the team off at the beach. The boys of the volleyball team were overall respectful men, but they were teenage boys, at best. You caught their lingering stares and the way they would fight for the court nearest to the biggest gaggle of girls on the beach.

Which is why you had come prepared.

The boys rush into the sea one by one as they strip off their jerseys into the sand. You shake your head as you pick them up one by one. You roll up the sleeves of the crewneck to make it easier to reach below, but the sheer insulation it’s giving you is making it hard to take a step.

“Come on out (Y/N)! We’ll feed ya to the sharks!” Atsumu shouts from where he’s paddling in the surf. 

“How about I feed you sand and rocks in your rice later tonight?” you holler back. Atsumu instantly goes slack-jawed and camouflages himself amongst the sea foam and other beach-goers. 

There’s exactly one jersey missing from the bundle you have in your hand. Huh. All the boys should have finished practice by now. You scanned the beach line, looking for any black shirts in the distance. All of them were swimming in the ocean shirtless by now.

Except the one looming over your shoulder right now. You jump back at the sight of his shadow standing intimidatingly above you, but you reel back once you get a peep of his ash hair.

“Aren’t you going in the water, (Y/N)?” he asks. There’s a stick of fried squid in his hand. “You worked really hard back there, you know.” The combination of sudden confrontation and the crewneck’s heat-trapping material has you sweating a flood.

“I’m fine just sitting here, Osamu. You can go play with the boys if you want to,” you say. Osamu gazes at the water that reflects the sunlight so perfectly it mimics freshly polished diamonds. He rubs his chin in thought, before turning back to you.

“What are you going to do in the meantime?”

You settle back on the chair you had put in a shady spot before everyone else was even up. It took a little pocket money and some convincing, but the guy that owned the shaved ice stand right in front of the chair had saved it especially for you. You hold up the book on the table. 

“Calculus.”

“In this heat?”

“Just because we’re at the beach doesn’t mean I can slack off on my studies.” You flip open the book. “You can just leave me here. I’ll be alright.”

Osamu looks at the sea, then back at you. You’re praying to the heavens above that he’ll just go play, so you can get this damn thing off without having to worry about any of them— especially the twins— seeing. It’s the first time you would be exposed this much around them anyways. You really should have brought a lighter and looser shirt along with you.

“Then I’ll stay here with you,” Osamu says. Shoot. 

“Y-you will?” He nods. “Sure you don’t want to go cool off in the sea? Or get some food? You should really go out in the sun, you know. Everyone’s been asking me if you’re alright because you’re so pale.”

“Do they?” You curse at yourself as he pulls over an unused chair from an unoccupied table. Osamu sets it in the sun, inches away from where you’re sitting in the shade. He props up his leg. “This counts as tanning, right?”

“I guess,” you mutter.

Osamu puts his sunglasses on and goes back to eating the stick of fried squid. From time to time, he glances at your sweaty body. It was 30 degrees outside and you insisted on wearing the team’s winter crewneck? Some heat tolerance you had. Or probably it wasn’t your heat tolerance. Osamu wouldn’t know, seeing as he was interrupted by loud hooting.

“Nice bikini, sweetheart! Sure you don’t wanna share some of that with me?” 

“I would tap that!”

“Major babe at 10 o’clock!”

Surely that couldn’t be the team. They had been raised better than that after a whole school year spent drilling the Peeping Toms of the team harder than ever, courtesy of their kickass manager: you. 

Thank goodness it wasn’t. A group of boys around your age paraded around just a few meters from where you sat on the beach. Their noisy brags sent a young toddler screaming back to his mother and a poor dog back to the ocean. The crowd parted like the Red Sea for them as they made their way down.

“What about her, bro?” a scrawny one asked the tallest, most likely the leader of the group. They stopped just in front of the shaved ice stand you were lounging at, waiting at their friends to finish their transactions.

“Which one?” the leader asked.

“The one near the table.” You looked up. The boy was pointing a long, thin finger your way. There was no one around where you were sitting except for Osamu.

“Nah. Bet she’s not worth it. I wouldn’t go for her, and I feel sorry for the bros that do.” 

They were talking about you.

You fished around in your bag for your sunglasses. Shoot, you had left them at the inn this morning. You settled for putting a hand on your temple in hopes that they wouldn’t see your eyes. 

But you would be lying to say that it didn’t hurt. The one thing you were trying so hard to avoid during your stay at the beach now thrust on you when you didn’t even ask for it? After all you had taken to avoid it?

The lump in your throat was getting bigger and bigger by the moment. Maybe you should remove yourself from the situation. The boys already knew what time their curfews were and they were in good hands. You shut the book and put it back in your bag. Osamu pulls down his glasses to see you getting ready to go somewhere.

“Where are you going?” he asks. Osamu stands up again. Please don’t follow me, please don’t follow me.

“I’ll be—” your voice cracks. Shoot. “I’ll be back at the inn if you need me.” Before he can ask you any more questions, you turn on your heel and make your way back.

“Hey, say that again,” a voice says. It’s soft, but pillows used to suffocate people to death are also soft. It’s Osamu.

“Say what?” the leader asks. “You her boyfriend?” 

You freeze in your tracks and take a peep behind you. The boys are chest to chest, Osamu having the advantage of height by only a few inches. The boy isn’t fazed at all. He smiles at Osamu,but it’s poison honey that would make anyone want to slap him across the face. 

“I can hook you up with some chicks way out of her league. You could do it, man. Come on,” the boy says.

“Shut your trap,” Osamu retorts. 

“You’re just salty ‘cause you couldn’t find a chick hotter than her.”

Things are going to get worse. Without looking back, you make your way back to the safety of the inn.

Maybe Osamu was lying about the scars on his knuckles.

Osamu loses his sanity at the same pace the clock ticks. A few more minutes left. Maybe he should go get some fresh air out in the hallways. The hallways are almost empty, save for a few last-minute stragglers that rush to get to their classes on time. With everyone that passes, the feeling of dread eats him up as he worries that you’re not going to make it.

“Morning, ‘Samu!” someone greets from behind him. The early morning sunlight on your face made it look like you had a rosy tint on your cheeks. As you stepped closer, Osamu realized that if he stroked a finger across your cheek, it would definitely come back absolutely stained with blush.

There was also a light sheen of pigment on your lips. Not like the normal shade of your lips weren’t perfectly kissable. But Osamu would digress. 

“Are you wearing makeup?” Osamu asks. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You just…” Osamu gestures at your face, now caked on with makeup that you usually wouldn’t wear. “This is why you were late?” 

“No! I actually—” But then there’s a knocking on the table at the front, and everyone is back in their seats in an instant. The bespectacled teacher surveys the room. His eyes linger a bit longer on your bedazzled look, but they flit away just as quickly to the open book in hand.

“Today, we’re going to talk about ideal types,” the teacher says. A few people in the back snigger, but the teacher pays them no mind. 

“Miya Osamu! What are you looking for when it comes to a partner?” You roll your eyes at the classes jeering, but find yourself leaning back to hear Osamu’s answer. Osamu looks up at the ceiling.

“Someone… quiet? Maybe so I don’t have to deal with all their bull—” Osamu’s just bs-ing it of course, but there are people in the class that hand onto his every word like it’s the actual truth. Yourself included.

“Language!” the teacher snaps.

“In accordance with the reading material, does anyone know the reason why we have ideal types?” 

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“We have ideal partners whose natural defenses contradict with our own. If we’re shy and quiet, we tend to pursue people who are aggressive and pursuing, for example.”

“Good. Can anyone tell me how this would have protected us in the past?”

“Yes, (Y/N)?” the teacher asks again. The teacher sighs, even though you see no one behind you raising their hands. From your peripheral vision, you catch Osamu laying his head on his hands. He stares out the window like he’s bored with class… or perhaps bored with you? 

“I... was just stretching, sorry.”

“Very well then.” 

The second you put your hand down, Osamu looks back at the teacher. Did he not want to hear you yammer on again? He did say that he liked quiet girls. 

All the more reason for you to turn it down a notch.

So you do, during math, when you clearly have a final result of 25 written clearly on your paper. Yet when the teacher asks for answers, you fumble with the pencil on your desk to make it seem like you’re working.

And again, during science, when your group in lab has finished the experiment yards above everyone else. But you stall and crumple up the paper near your chest, and only hand in the result once another group has gone and given the teacher theirs.

And again during History, when you give another lame excuse that your report on Date Masamune isn’t finished, just so you wouldn’t be the only one presenting in class that day. Osamu clearly sees the papers with “One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu, Date Masamune,” on the title page, but says nothing. 

He doesn’t really do anything. It’s your life after all, why should he tell you how to live it? But he would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss your quick answers to the teacher’s questions, always summing up the points better than the teachers.

In the end, he leaves you be and ignores the feeling in his gut he gets whenever he sees you wearing more makeup than you usually do. That is until he’s passing by the teacher’s office on his way to practice and happens to spot you. It’s unlike him to care about other people’s business, much less snoop into them, but Osamu finds himself stalling at the water fountain next to the door even when his own bottle is still full.

“I just think I ought to hold back a bit. Everyone probably thinks I’m a bit overbearing, so i’ll just… tone it down a bit,” you say. Tone what down? 

“You don’t need to, (Y/N),” someone, probably your science teacher, replied.

“It’s alright, sir, I promise.”

“Really? You seem to have changed a little this past month.” Pure facts. Even though he never said it out loud, anyone would have noticed the way you put on more makeup and started to become quieter and quieter.

“I haven’t, really.”

“You’re also starting to become more tardy, (Y/N). Is everything alright back home?” You chuckled.

“Everything’s fine, sir, it really is.”

How believable.

The final straw that breaks the camel’s back comes a few weeks after that. Coach looks over at the boys that aren’t playing on water-refilling duty, their manager absent and nowhere to be found. 

“Where’s (Y/N)?” the coach barks at the second years. Aran shrugs and looks expectantly over to Atsumu and Osamu. 

“Sick. Stomach flu,” Atsumu says in the middle of his set. 

“And no one’s gone and checked up on her?”

“Her mom said that (Y/N)’s “not in the mood for entertaining guests,” or whatever excuse she has for missing that killer math test yesterday.” Atsumu puts in air quotes for emphasis. 

It’s Osamu’s turn to serve, but his legs don’t seem to want to move anywhere. They’re anchored down to the floor by the thought of none other than you. You were generally healthy, with no other severe conditions that would knock you out for a long time. And Osamu was with you for the past few days. You hadn’t eaten anything sketchy, albeit you did eat a lot less than your usual portions. 

He shrugs it off and slams the ball to the other side of the net. 

The bell screeches from up above, the savior melody of bored students who are aching to eat and spend some time away from the teachers.  

“Hey, (Y/N), wanna go get some…” You heed him no mind, the only acknowledgment of his presence a slight bump on his shoulder as you walk out into the hall. That’s odd. Osamu steps out of the classroom to call your name out into the hallways, but you’ve disappeared under the wave of students heading for lunch. Rather than embarrass himself, Osamu decides to go eat. 

He has half a mind to go get you from your other friends to go home when the sun starts to dip against the Hyogo sky. A raised eyebrow graces his face as he is told that neither your friends can be able to locate you, what with your bag and other possessions gone from your lockers. 

Practice is another pain in the back to deal with, harshened by a new realization. It’s been dawning on him for a long time now, but he’s hesitant to take any action without further proof. 

Osamu lays a hand on the doorknob of the locker rooms. There are whispers outside the door. Normally, he couldn’t care less for other people’s business—tea was where Atsumu truly shined— but of course, it just had to be your voice on the other side of the door.

“Why can’t you just give it to ‘em yourself?” Atsumu asks. If this was going to be a scene straight out of a cliche teen romance, Osamu would make a run for it. You click your tongue.

“Just because, Atsumu. Give it to him or I’m not leaking the answers to tomorrow’s chemistry quiz to you,” you reply back. 

“If this wasn’t my twin, I wouldda cast you out to the streets already, (Y/N).”

“He’s better off not seeing me, okay?”

Oh. Well, now all the puzzle pieces have fallen into place.

You’re cornered. Why does coach have to have this day of all days to direct his frustration at Osamu. Maybe coach’s anger wasn’t really that baseless though— Osamu constantly missing his serves and crooked spikes would be enough to irk any volleyball player enough to make him run laps around the gym. And since it was getting late and everyone wanted to go home, who else to better oversee Osamu’s punishment other than their sweet manager?

“And… 100,” you call from across the hall. Osamu crouches on his knees and pants. With heavy, laboured steps, Osamu trudges all the way to the wall next to the bench where you’re sitting. And promptly makes himself comfortable just a meter a way from you on the wooden tiles. You furrow your eyebrows at him from on the bench. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he asks almost lazily. You grip the bench seats. Please don’t drag this out, please don’t drag this out. Osamu turns his head slowly to fix his eyes on your shaking figure. You spy the door over at the edge of the gym, wondering if you can make it before Osamu’s athlete reflexes can catch up to you. 

But your neck moves on its own, turning your head around to make direct eye contact with your former best friend.

“Take ‘yer makeup off.” Osamu says it like a command, the tone of his voice alone enough to make you reach for your eyebrows that you had so painstakingly labored over this past morning to look presentable… for Osamu. 

“What?” you ask. With a click of his tongue, Osamu rises up from his position laying down on the floor and moves to where you’re sitting. He doesn’t break eye contact as he puts either hand on the sides of your hips, effectively caging you inside his arms. You can feel his heavy breaths on your forehead. 

Osamu looks up at you. For someone like him, he looks disoriented as can be. Pupils widened, breath turning shallower, and sweating even heavier.

“Why’re you doing this, (Y/N)?” he mumbles. “You’re clearly uncomfortable under all that makeup, and I can tell you wanna punch the daylights out of that girl for making fun of Isaac Newton’s wig.” 

He catches himself, realizing that the volume of his voice is growing steadily louder and louder, and that you’re shrinking in your seat. Osamu sighs and takes his hand off the bench. The air is now fresh, but Osamu’s musk is still enough to make you dizzy with images of his face only a hair’s width away from you. 

You’re not sure if you hate it.

“I-I’m sorry?” you ask Osamu, who has now taken a seat on the bench right next to you. He leans on the wall, only eyes moving to look at you. Osamu shrugs and takes a swig of the water bottle on the bench before dropping his head in between his legs. 

You scoff. Osamu, being the one to say all this? The nerve this boy has. The mental wall that is the dam to your emotions breaks. 

“You really are dumber than Atsumu, eh?” Osamu perks up at the sound of your voice. “You know why I didn’t go to school for those two days? I burned myself on my hair straightener, because I didn’t want to take a chance to let you see me like that!” 

You let the neckline of your sweater fall, the purple, rectangle burn still as clear as day on the skin of your neck. Osamu’s eyes widened. He raises a hand to touch it, but the likes of an invisible lasso hold him back from getting anywhere near you. 

There’s a burning behind your eyes. The ground under you felt like a waterbed, wobbling with each step you take. This was not how you planned your first confession would go, but here you were. 

“It’s because I like you, you dummy!” you cry, standing up.

Your words echo throughout the empty gym.  If it didn’t echo through Osamu’s mind, then you were—

“I’m the dummy here? Tch, yeah right.”

Osamu looks to the sides of the hall like he’s planning an escape route. Well, no way to escape this situation now. You’re both mice in a trap, lured by the cheese that is your feelings, and pinned down by the current circumstances. He locks eyes with you for a second, before his eyes find something more interesting to look at— your lips.  

“Only an airhead like you would go on to change themselves just so I would like them,” Osamu rises up to his full height, “when I already do in the first place.”

“You… what?” you ask. 

“I like you.” Osamu can’t seem to make a decision on wether to look at your eyes or not. “But fuck that, if ya think ya gotta change yourself for me, then I’d rather not date at all.”

You scoff. So all your efforts had been for nothing?

“But you said you liked quiet girls! And—” Osamu raises an eyebrow.

“You believed that?” 

“What else was I supposed to believe?” you screech.

There’s a large hand that’s harsh enough to send the hardest spikes across the net, yet gentle enough to toss the most careful sets and decorate the most delicate pieces of food in his bento. It’s on your cheek, wiping away tears that you didn’t know were there.

Hands lead up to muscular arms that greet you as you step inside his comforting embrace. There’s nothing except the sound of muffled crying through the halls. He does what he can, patting your back and offering his sweaty jersey as your handkerchief. If anyone walked in the gym right now, he would have given them a glare to send them running away for as long as they could run. 

“That I like you just the way you are.”

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[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Dating Mikey would include (slightly NSFW)

Did someone order a large cup of affection? No? Too bad, you’re getting it anyway

Mikey cannot keep his hands off of you, not even for a second

“honey bear, just come sit on my lap”

“come on, angelcakes. stay in bed a little bit longer”

did I mention pet names

cute ones

funny one

ridiculous ones

angelcakes is his go to tho

he’s amazed by you, truly

thinks you’re the best at everything

constant praise, just 24/7

Mikey is a boobs guy 110%

he loves to grab them and squeeze them and kiss them and leave love bites all over them

but he will also fall asleep on your butt when the chest isn’t available

you’re just chilling on the sofa on your phone or watching tv and Mikey will just plonk himself down with his face on your ass

and he’ll probs fall asleep like that, too

games game games

the boy cannot get enough

everything from dominoes to jenga to board games he wants to play and you bet your bottom dollar he gets competitive 

whenever things get too heated he always peppers kisses all over your face to ease the tension tho

giggling

we all know Mikey is an excitable lil bean all the time no matter what

the first time he sees you naked he’s practically laughing he can’t contain his excitement so much

King of affection, only to be rivalled with Raph for the title

love language is physical touch for sure

kind of words of affirmation, too

lots of movie nights with as many snacks as you can get hold of

popcorn fights

this normally ends with a scolding from Leo and a mess to clean up whoops

always doting on you and buying you presents

mainly lingerie 

which he delights in you modelling for him

he’s your biggest fan I s2g

you’re both the biggest goofballs when your together

i mean cry laughing and rolling around on the floor kind of goofy

he has been sent to the Hashi on a few occasions for breaking the rules to go be with you

would do it again in a heartbeat

you rarely fight 

but when you do…. oh boy here comes the waterworks 

kisses and reassurance that you don’t hate him are the only things that will calm him down

complements you all day everyday

you could fall flat on your face and he’d still tell you it was the most elegant thing he’s ever seen

Raph is your bff and helps you reign in Mikey when he gets a bit too wild

speaking of wild, all bets are off in the bedroom

Mikey is one hell of a wild card

easily excited, all you have to do is say his name in that sing song way

“Miiikkeeeyyy”

and he’s yours

loves showing you off

not that life in the sewers provides many guests for the boys but he’ll big you up to April and his brothers

surprisingly not the jealous type like the other boys

loves knowing he has someone that other men want

because he knows you’re loyal as hell 

occasionally gets insecure that you’ll leave him

but some gentle reassurance and a few kisses bring him back to this chirpy self 

hyperactive as fuck

it’s hard to believe he’s such a good sleeper the way he’s bouncing off the walls 3 seconds before you get into bed

a heavy sleeper too

one time you helped Donnie during their prank war

put shaving cream on his hand and tickled his nose with a feather

the dummy didn’t wake up until his alarm went off the next morning

so disappointing

Mikey isn’t just happy to be with you, he’s proud

he’d scream it from the rooftops if he could

more like if Leo would let him

overall, he is a smol bean that must be protected at all costs

[ciarahollands]

i love ur writing so much so i thought i would request something?! maybe you and peters first date and you walk through the city in the cold November air hehej and maybe confess your feels back at his apartment and u kiss him? <34

❥ 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 — p.p

summary: you and petey go on your first date

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: y/f/b = your favorite book and i’m so sorry i have no idea why this took so long! hope you like it 🥺 </3

warnings: none just fluff and some typos

it was your first date with peter and everything had gone well so far the two of you decided to go to a cute 50’s styled diner. may had dropped the two of you off and told peter to call when the night was over. you knew she would have no problem dropping you off even if your home was a little farther away but you weren’t ready for the night to end. it was your idea to walk back to peter’s apartment — you were surprised when he agreed because of the cold weather.

you and peter you walked side by side with an awkward space between the two of you both we’re still new with dating. peter could feel your body shivering and your teeth slightly chattering. peter spoke up, ❝y/n are you cold? i can call may to pick us up.❞

❝oh n-no i mean- yes! b-but i want to stay out here... with you.❞ you responded mumbling the last part. peter was partly confused by your say in his question but simply nodded. you and peter’s brushed and peter lightly flinched by the sudden touch but then grabbed your hand.

you saw something at the corner of your eye and it gave you an idea. peter watched as you took at your phone looking at the time — 8:40 perfect. you still had time. ❝i have an idea but we have to hurry.❞

❝what is it?❞

❝you’ll see.❞ you pulled him and ran into the middle of the street and then stopped in front of a used book store connected to a small business bakery. you lead peter inside and the two of you instantly got warm.

the lady at the front desk smiled to both of you. ❝just so you know kids we are closing at nine.❞ you nodded and she gave you and peter another soft smile before getting back to her reading.

the both of you walked to the back of the store where most of the books were. you weren’t huge on reading but something about this place made you feel peaceful and nostalgic — so it was one of your favorite places to go.

you tapped on peter’s shoulder to get his attention from looking at all the books on the shelf’s, ❝wait here, i’ll be right back.❞ he nodded and watched you walk away without questioning where you were going.

you came back with two cups in each hand and watched as peter mindlessly looked at the books on the selfs. you got peter’s attention and held out the warm drink for him to grab.

❝what is it?❞ peter looked at you confused then grabbed the cup.

you smiled and playfully rolled your eyes,

❝it’s hot chocolate you dummy.❞

peter took a sip and smiled as you did the same. ❝so this was my idea what if we find out favorite books and give it to each other to read!❞

you looked down are your shoes for a response embarrassed to see if peter thought your idea was dumb and weird. which was the opposite of what he thought — he thought it was such an adorable idea and wished he had came up with an idea like that. ❝that sounds like a perfect idea, all i need to do is find my book now.❞ peter watched as your eyes lit up and your smile go wide. god he thought you were the cutest human ever not to mention beautiful.

the two of you skimmed through the shelves quickly looking for your books. peter found his first and you not long after. you made peter hand over his book and promised not to look and paid for the both of them. peter tried to interject but you insisted to pay for the both because he had paid for dinner.

you and peter walked to his house hand and hand you definitely looked at each other awkwardly with blushed faces before your hands intertwined.

peter and you arrived at his apartment minutes after and walked to his room. you spoke first, ❝my favorite book is y/f/b, i hope you like it as much as i did.❞ holding out the book for him to grab. ❝it’s your turn now!❞ you excitedly held out the bag for him to grab.

peter lightly grabbed the bag from your hand and pulled out his book ‘the knife of never letting go’ peter suddenly didn’t know how to speak and stuttered every word. ❝it’s a b-book series called chaos walking. there’s three if you end up liking the first one...❞ maybe he was just nervous you wouldn’t like the book but he was to scared to admit that to himself knowing it would just make him more insecure.

you took the book from his hand and smiled and read the summary on the back — it seemed like the perfect book for you. your eyes met with his and forgot what you wanted to tell him. peter let out a shakily breath and smiled awkwardly, ❝what?❞

❝i never told you that i liked you the day you asked me out. so i just wanted for you to hear it from me since you told me...❞

you sighed and continued what you were telling him. ❝i know it sounds stupid and i wouldn’t have said yes if i didn’t like you. i- i like you... a lot. i just wanted for you to know...❞ mumbling the last part of your sentence — you just rambled on something he probably already know.

but you just saw him smile and his cheeks go from a rosy red as if they were outside again. ❝really?❞ peter’s breath hitched when he noticed you suddenly took a step closer. you nodded without hesitation and leaned in feeling his body heat every inch you got closer. you put your arms around his neck and kissed him. he was definitely caught of guard when you notice his eyes widen. you pull back enough to see is face and let out a playful laugh and slowly connected you lips once more to his in hopes of him being ready for this kiss — he was definitely this time when he gently placed his hands on your hips.

❝i should probably go... thanks for tonight.❞ walking backwards towards his door tripping over your own feet laughing at yourself from embarrassment. peter again, found it adorable. peter nodded and watched you leave his room and then his apartment. he gasped when he notice that you left your book on his desk and ran out the door meeting you in the hallway.

he tapped your shoulder and held out your book. ❝you- uhm you forgot your book...❞ you grabbed the book and pulled him into a hug wrapping your hands around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist.

when you pulled away, you had the biggest smile on your face. ❝thank you so much! i would have been so upset if i left it here. i was planning on reading it tonight and this weekend.❞

peter smiled, ❝well i’m glad i noticed that.❞

❝me too... uh- promise by monday we will have 100 pages read so we can geek out on our new books?!❞ you held your pinky out and linked his to yours. ❝promise.❞

❝yay! i m-mean good. see you on monday petey.❞ you responded trying not to sound to excited then gave him a chaste kiss walking away.

when peter walked into his apartment he was completely flustered from the nickname you just gave him. when may notice she asked how the date went and he simply replied, ❝perfect.❞

taglist:

@saturnpeter @blushypetey @fivxss

[shig-a-shig-ah]

(Part 1) Hey, Ghuleh! I want to tell you how much I love AtBI ! Honestly, after reading the couple of first chapters I had some ambivalent feelings, but not because of the work, I just tend to feel really uncomfortable about promiscuous people. But few chapters later I got really invested and now this work is definitely my favourite one! It brings so much comfort and emotions, and the way you depict Shiggy makes him even more seggsy than he is in canon

(Part 2) Your reader is so nice, too, and her couple with Shiggy brings me a bisexual panic. You said earlier that AtBI is an entirely self-indulgent exercise, but your reader is so realistic, she have no any "mary sue" lines. That's really appealing. Needless to say that all the sex scenes are hot af, and so various. You are a goddess of sexy things, it's a fact.

(Part 3) Also, on ao3 I saw that there are 40 chapters of AtBI planned. That's really promising! I wrote fanfiction myself some months ago, but I have never been sure when my inspiration, motivation, or ideas may leave me. That's why it has always been difficult for me to start something really huge. Do you have similar problems or you are sure you will finish your work anyway?

Thanks, friend! I’m gonna be charitable and assume you mean you have trouble imagining yourself being promiscuous, and not that you’re uncomfortable with the concept as a whole cuz we stan people being as slutty as they want to be here. Also just gonna throw out that despite writing a decent number of fem!readers, I’m nonbinary and prefer they/them pronouns and mostly prefer gender-neutral terms :) (I actually came real close to making Bad Ideas reader enby and then didn’t for a couple reasons mostly to do with convenience, like wanting her in skirts a lot so Shig could have easy access lmao. I know enby people can wear skirts, but I’d have felt weird branding it as an enby reader and then giving her a very defined gender presentation.)

But, I’m glad you like my Shig! I have so much fun writing those two dummies in that fic. I still feel like it’s self-indulgent, but that’s probably unavoidable when I’m basically just throwing my daydreams down on paper with a few minor tweaks. It just feels like basically a guilty pleasure trying to shove Shigaraki into a semi-realistic relationship with someone who doesn’t just accommodate all his weirdness (just some of it instead lol). To be honest, I don’t run into too many issues with motivation or inspiration, either. I already had a strong writing habit so if anything I err on the side of not taking a few days off from writing when maybe I should, but I usually write every day! Some days are still more productive than others, but I basically just sit down to write when it’s writing time!

And I had the major plot of the fic all planned out in advance, so it’s been pretty easy to keep it up so far. The biggest issues are just occasional insecurity, or anxiety over how I’m going to end it, because there is a little bit of a gap between plot points towards the end that I don’t know how I’ll fill in yet. But I tried to be pretty prepared before I started posting because I am lowkey terrified of abandoning a long fic partway through and disappointing people. And that fic is my baby!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the rambling. Thanks for the kind words 🖤

[wakaoujisenhime]

May I ask headcanons for Kiseki no Sedai, Kuroko and Kagami? Their reaction to their girl being cool and sexually dancing (something like k-pop girl group cover dance, if you know it) with her dance team at a school festival (or something like that).

A/N: I knew and loved k-pop back in 2013/14 when it wasn’t as popular as it is right now so I apologize if the songs I chose aren’t the latest ones, I went ahead and consulted my best friend on some so that the songs at least matched the boys’ characters even a little bit! Additionally, I tried to vary between the groups so I hope you don’t mind that it’s not just girl groups! 

Also a quick note concerning the setting: in all of these scenarios you - the reader - are going to be a little selfish and use that festival to your own advantage to either show your boyfriend something (aka. a hidden message) or simply surprise him with the dance, so I hope you won’t feel bad for the other ‘members’ of your group! Either way, I hope you’ll enjoy it! (*´ｰ`)

Tags: GoM/KnS and Kagami x reader ✅  SFW ✅  fluff ✅ k-pop ✅

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Kagami:

the song your group and you made a dance cover for was none other than Fire by BTS

not only did you guys put a lot of work into recreating the steps perfectly but you even went all out for the stage as well

I mean what’s that song without real fire?

it was quite a challenge for you to persuade the teachers to actually allow that, but you guys were quite convincing so the talk didn’t take long

of course, you wanted to keep that planned dance a surprise from your boyfriend Kagami

so when he asked you what your class was planning on doing for the festival you tried to answer as indifferently as possible 

“I think the majority wanted to do something with acting or dance, but I’m not sure“

the way his eyes sparkled as he heard the word ‘dance’ was so adorable and it made no effort to hide his excitement 

back when he was in America he had witnessed a lot of street artists that had dancing as their main program 

he was so impressed, that there were times when he imagined just how it would look like if you danced like that 

and you knew that, so in order for the surprise to be bigger you lied about being assigned to the backstage team

so imagine just what kind of surprised face he made when he saw you standing on stage, dancing with the biggest smile on your face

he was entranced by the way you managed to move your body so effortless and it made him fall in love with you all over again

but the moment those flames erupted from both corners of the stage his inner fireman almost got a heart attack

“(Y/N)! Are you ok?! You didn’t burn yourself, right??”

after your performance, you had to reassure your tall and bulky boyfriend that you were completely unharmed and well 

and when he had finally calmed down, the amount of praise you got from not only boosted your confidence to the max, but it also made you consider dancing for him more often

Kuroko:

this song was a special request coming from you and it contained a secret message, hidden for your wholesome yet insecure boyfriend: 100 Ways by Jackson Wang

there was no way Kuroko was ever going to miss out on your school festival, it was the least he could do, considering just how many times you had actually visited his school to watch his games, join their festivities or simply visit him

out of respect to you, he didn’t question what your class had planned so it was child’s play to hide it from him

you had actually planned to deliver him a secret message through the song you guys planned to dance for

now this song wasn’t your typical k-pop song  performed by a group nor was it sung by a Korean man, BUT he belonged to one of those famous groups and had many songs that dealt with the topic of love and heartbreak

Kuroko might not have seemed like the insecure type, but he most certainly was and it always broke your heart when he talked down on himself 

typical lines he always said in such moments were ‘why are you with someone as ordinary as me’, ‘you deserve someone better’, ‘maybe you should leave me’

it always made you mad to hear him say that and he apologized after you lectured him, but somewhere deep down he never accepted that fact

so this song was a perfect opportunity to convey those exact feelings you had for him 

the moment he heard the song mixed with the powerful and warrior-like moves it literally hit him like a truck

and as he saw you as the lead-dancer, permanently looking at him he actually shed some tears (you did as well, but luckily other spectators believed that it was a part of the performance)

after the roaring applause, you ran straight to where he was and engulfed him in a tight hug that knocked the air out of his lungs

“(Y/N), I-I’m sorr-”

“Shh Kuroko...it’s ok, I know. Just make sure to refrain from saying such things ever again, ok?”

“...and if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll just dance it for you once again...as many times as you need.”   

Kise:

your song of choice here was Lipstick by Orange Caramel

Kise is a secret k-pop fan no one can tell me otherwise 

he had told you multiple times that he’s had the pleasure of working with some inspiring Korean models that also happened to belong in a band

so the moment the teachers suggested your group to perform a dance for this year’s school festival you immediately suggested a dance cover of a k-pop song

there was a tiny bit of resistance amongst the members, but since they rarely saw you that fired up so they just had to agree 

now that one problem was out the way the next one was coming up

how were you going to keep that a secret from Kise?

he was quite clingy and thanks to his popularity he had a LOT of contacts, so lying or keeping it from him was almost impossible 

almost

“Your school wants me to come over for a photo shooting?“

“Yes, the photography club asked me to help them out. They wanted to make an entire photobook featuring you at our school festival!“

luckily Kise wasn’t that perceptive, so he believed that pretty obvious lie

when he arrived at your school, one of the backstage members lied that you a) were called by a teacher and that b) he’d have to wait close to the stage since that would mark the ‘beginning of the photo shooting’

as obedient as he was he did exactly that but for some reason, you weren't arriving and when the music started he figured he’d just watch the performance 

“(Y/N)-cchi?!”

with big sparkly eyes and a constant grin on his face, he watched as you danced a song he had once danced to as well

after the performance ended he wouldn’t stop cuddling you no matter how many times you told him that it was hard to walk 

from that day on every time he listened to a song from a Korean group he’d always come up to you and ask you to dance with him   

Midorima:

you guys intended to go for a more cheerful song, but since the weather forecast said that it’s going to rain on the day of the school festival you guys danced to NOT BY THE MOON by GOT7

now...Midorima was quite the problematic boyfriend since he listened to Oha Asa more than to anyone else

he needed quite some time to actually start and listen to you, but luckily you managed to show him just how important it was to not only rely on stars, but also on his own thoughts and judgment

you were lucky that Oha Asa predicted a great surprise for Cancer on the day the school festival was dated, so he agreed to your invitation reluctantly 

and boy he did not regret it

the way you and your group performed such a melancholic song under the rain made him hold his breath for quite some time

he even panicked a little when you looked at him and smiled

after the performance, he had to drag you away from your friends so that he could start drying your wet hair off

“You’re going to catch a cold like that dummy.”

you remained silent and smiled to yourself at just how cute this green-haired tsundere boy can actually be 

“Is the towel today’s lucky item?”

“That’s right...”, he pouted, “You’re lucky I still listen to Oha Asa or you could’ve ended up sick”

without answering, you just nodded and looked at his other belongings as another wide smile adorned your face

“Was the second umbrella also a lucky item for today?”

the blush that appeared on your boyfriend’s face was something you had never expected seeing, but you did    

Aomine:

after debating which song fitted the ‘sexy’ category the most, you guys ended up choosing Poison by Secret

having someone as simple-minded and purely guided by his desires as a boyfriend proved to be quite the advantage at times

your friends and you were planning to dance at the school festival for quite some time, the only problem had been the song you guys had to choose

but the moment you remembered how Aomine had once commented on how sexy and alluring most Korean girl groups looked like when dancing, you knew in which direction you guys should go

one problem was that there were tons of sexy songs and dances out there, so you needed some expert help

“Momoi, I need you to ask Aomine what his preferences are!“

after thoroughly explaining what you actually meant, she happily obliged

Momoi was his childhood friend and even if you hated admitting it, there were still some situations you couldn’t overcome without her knowledge and help

so the plan the two of you came up with was to lie to Aomine and claim that your school had invited one of his favorite gravure models

it pained you to see just how eager he was to come for another girl, but it made you the more determined to show him a breathtaking performance

and trust me when I say this, but this man was not only taken aback, but he almost swallowed a fly - that’s how long his mouth was agape

not only the dance moves impressed him, but the way you guys - you especially - had trained to have that alluring look is what almost had him drooling 

he had never seen you that sexy and for him, it was as if new possibilities had just been revealed to him (a lot of those go into the NSFW section ( ͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉))      

Murasakibara:

what other song fitted this man best but Candy Pop by TWICE

there were some difficulties in motivating him to come and visit and even if you said that there will be sweets there he was still reluctant (much to your surprise)

so you decided to leave that topic be for now

you and your dance group practiced, perfected the dance, designed the clothes and before you knew it the day of the performance had arrived 

“(Y/N), are you alright?“

“You don’t look so well...“

you hated admitting it, but the fact that Murasakibara wouldn’t come was slowly getting to you 

normally you weren’t that nervous, but now that you knew that there wouldn’t be a giant purple-haired man amongst the spectators, your heart was about to explode

BUT being the lead dancer you couldn’t back out now, so you took a few deep breaths and went to the stage, waiting for the spotlights to fall on you and for the music to start

the moment you lifted your head and saw one certain person above everyone else, your nervousness was instantly blown away

“(Y/N)-chin that was amazing! I loved everything!“

“Your clothes, as well as the candy requisites, look so yummy, I’d straight out eat them if I could.“

between all the laughter, you managed to ask him what his thoughts on the overall dancing were, since you planned that song for him especially

“You’re seriously asking me such obvious questions?“

he hugged and lifted you up, kissing your cheek

“It was all amazing. I was so captivated by your sweet smile that I didn’t really pay that much attention to the song.“

Akashi:

for him, you decided on a happy sounding song with a hidden and deep message aka. Wannabe by ITZY

so first and foremost: hiding a secret from this man was impossible like literally IMPOSSIBLE

but as stubborn as you were, you still attempted it 

the way you tried to hide the fact that you would participate in the dance performance made him realize, that you were actually planning on surprising him with it 

so as the gentleman he was, he pretended not noticing your obvious lie and agreed to come and watch

he himself almost became the main attraction so he sadly had to look for a place in the back row

luckily one of your classmates saw him and immediately realized what the situation was 

“Excuse me are you Akashi, (Y/N)’s boyfriend?”

he nodded with a surprised face

“Well then please follow me, she managed to reserve you a seat at the front row!” 

and there he was, directly looking at you and only you

he might have seen past your lie, but he was genuinely surprised at how perfect you had mastered this dance 

after you guys finished, he thanked everyone for the wonderful performance and when you guys were finally alone he praised you nonstop 

“It was wonderful to watch you dance like that. I hope you don’t mind me teaching you some of the basic dances.”

“Which ones did you have in mind?”

“Walz, or maybe some Tango, what do you say?”