#apologies for the wait I genuinely wasn't certain of how to answer

[ionthevoid]

Just gotta say, I love your vibe!

aaaaaAAAAAA

Thank you...

[eee-lordy]

Hiiii! Can you write about jacob elordi x fem reader who is in charge of the makeup and outfits on saltburn or elvis?

Maybe there is a video going viral where he is looking at her (WITH THOSE PUPPY DOG EYES HAHSHAJDVDSJ IM GONNA EAT HIM) while she is doing his make up and she is clueless, yk those videos where the music is lana del rey and the caption is like "me when im literaly obsessed with her" or "when hes completely in love with u>>>>>"

And when that goes viral, the cast teases him and they go on a date?

Idk i think its cute :3

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You were never one to get star struck. In the year and a half you'd been professionally applying makeup to the mugs of many stars, you'd been unfazed by celebrities captivating auras. You hardly blushed when Chris Pine tried asking you out as he sat in your makeup chair. You'd laughed in understandable assurance as Billie Eilish apologized for almost knocking your powder kit from your grasp; when her brother burst in the room to surprise her. You saw your clients as just that, people who trusted you to properly apply blush and fake scars.

But all the composure you'd been proud to claim went out the window when you'd been assigned to work with the cast of Sofia Coppola new film. You hadn't expected to lose your cool. In fact, you'd been rolling your eyes as the hair stylist that shared your caravan had droned on and on about this new Elordi fellow and how dreamy he was. Some of the other workers in the hair and makeup department parroted her yearning for the guy. But you were certain you'd remain calm and cool in this supposed deities presence.

And then he sat down in your chair. And he looked up to you with an intriguing set of droopy dark eyes. And you knew Jacob Elordi was about to be a real problem for you.

It wasn't his fame. You weren't swept up by his essence because of the collective crowd on the internet drooling over the guy. It wasn't even his magnetism. Because he did have a lot of that, you wavered it was necessary to survive fame. But it was more the way he would look up at you from that make up chair. With those dumb stupid big beautiful eyes.  And his smile that followed. And then the infuriating way he'd start conversations with you, those first few days on set.

"What'd you have for breakfast this morning?" Jacob would wonder, watching as you readied a sponge. You would answer and ask for his in return. He would mention stopping by a cafe earlier and go on to ask you where you grew up and if you liked it there and what the best book you've ever read was called. 

"You've got to stop chatting away, makes it hard to do your touch up's." You'd smile, reaching out to adjust Jacobs perfect fucking face so you could work on his brows. 

"Sorry." He breathed out, seemingly genuinely guilty. He went on explaining himself still, slowly as you continued to do your job. "Don't like awkward silence. Or bullshit small talk. Getting to know you seemed like the safest route. Since you'll be covering the dark circles under my eye's this whole shoot."

You laughed in understanding before announcing that you got it, and waved over the hairdresser on site today. 

"Wait, before you go, that book you mentioned..." Jacob pointed your way as you turned for closing up your kit of brushes. Then you watched as the guy wrestled his cellphone from his jacket pocket. "Here," Jacob said, extending the device your way. "Write the title in my notes app. I will forget, but I don't want too. It sounded properly readable."

"Oh." You turned your lips down in a twisted grin of surprise. As you took the device from Jacob's grasp, you felt a surge of gratification that the guy trusted you enough with his phone let alone wanted to read a book you mention not having read since uni. 

Not missing the way the hairdresser rolled her eyes, you grinned and found Jacobs notes app with ease, straining not to glance beyond your means. With the press of a few buttons you wrote down the title, and fought off the impulsive urge to include your very own phone number as well. That would be embarrassing, knowing full well this man would never call or text or probably even dare to glance your way beyond the makeup chair. 

///

The next few weeks went by the same. Jacob would yammer away until you almost had to hold his mouth shut to finish his makeup. And you would fill the silence by telling stories of your own, because he'd mentioned he wasn't fond of silence and you knew your job went beyond applying lip liner, it was also to keep celebrities happy as royalty.

And all the while you blinked away thoughts of how funny he was. How beautiful Jacob was. You wouldn't let yourself realize he was exactly your type. You wouldn't let yourself dream that you might be his. You simply relished the times you made him laugh. Once you made him laugh so hard he cried, tear tracks ruining the powder you'd only just applied. 

The hairdresser who was the leader of fawning over Jacob as soon as he left the room had taken to frowning in your direction most days. You reckoned it was because she'd never been able to make him laugh that hard, or at all, ever. And the stories she told him when he asked her to seemed to lose his interest halfway through every time. Try as Jacob might, you saw his eyes glaze over as the hairstylist droned on about her retirement plan or the grocery list she'd put together that day.

After acknowledging her sorry excuse for conversation Jacob would stop you from packing up and heading to lunch so he could ask you for more books to read, more films to watch, more stories from you. Then his assistant would interrupt, or he'd be called to set and you'd be left to head to the craft table with dangerous feelings of lust and intrigue to push away. You would not let this boy break you of your career long streak of professionalism, damn it.

///

One night, in the middle of a week break from set, you spent an evening scrolling mindlessly. When a tiktok with Jacob's name in the tags popped up, you scrolled away at the speed of light. You didn't let yourself linger too long on posts with him there, not wanting to know anything good bad or otherwise so long as you were assigned to work with him on this project. But it wasn't long before another tiktok popped up featuring the guy in a very familiar setting. He was too famous at this point. You watched as you saw leaked footage from behind the scenes of Priscilla, but weren't too shocked. The stars of the film were occasionally being interviewed by publicists between takes to document their experience, beginning to promote the film.

And maybe you let yourself keep watching out of a sense of entitlement, you'd been working on this set. You could watch a video of Jacob from work, right? You couldn't tear your eyes from him no matter how hard you tried now anyway. You watched as the person holding the camera zoomed in on the guy while he adjusted his suit jacket. You watched as he seemed to talk to the costars at his side. You watched as he looked up and smiled. And you couldn't help but melt a little at the sight, he seemed so happy, so at ease. And then you watched as Jacob's grin widened as he waved someone closer. And much to your horror, you saw yourself step into frame. 

You remembered that day, where you waited on the side lines to fix Cailee's eyeliner. While the director was storming up a new camera angle, Jacob waved you over to mention the last chapter of your favorite book he'd almost finished reading. He was laughing over a bit that you'd warned him about the week before. And you were laughing over how excited he was about it, finally having someone to gush over your favorite plot with.

Now, huddled beneath the blankets of your bed, you slammed your phone down at your side, bewildered to know someone had caught your interaction on camera. Raddled to have just seen Jacob lighting up at the sight of you. Angry at yourself for hopping you'd read his body language in a way that suggested he really liked you that much.

When you picked your phone back up, you watched the candid moment over and over, trying to debunk Jacob's smile. Trying to convince yourself he was only being friendly, only cared because he had to find someone to mingle with during down beats. 

And then you read the comments. 

"If Jacob smiled at me like that, I would die."

"Imagine making him laugh like that she's so lucky."

"Who is she??" One comment read. "Her last name will be Elordi if he hasn't married her already, calling it." Someone replied.

You shouldn't have read the comments.

///

When you were due back on set you swallowed away the excitement bubbling up in you at the prospect of seeing Jacob again. This was so unlike you, to be awaiting the arrival of your client with an embarrassing giddiness. As you reminded yourself that this was your job and Jacob was simply a guest in your makeup chair- the man himself eased into the caravan, ready to get ready for the day.

"Hey, you! I had a bunch of points earned up to get two free coffees so I brought you one. I remember you said you like almond milk so I asked for that." Jacob was all smiles as he extended a latte to you. Awe fuck. 

"Thank you, Jacob." You struggled not to sigh with angst as you accepted his very generous surprise. Luckily, he seemed none the wiser that you'd answered through gritted teeth. He just kept smiling as he headed to your chair.

"Oh, me first today lovie. Need to start your dye straight off, you're little makeup girlfriend will have to wait." The hairdresser announced, daring to grab Jacob by his sleeve, yanking him toward her end of the trailer. The other workers around rolled their eyes, sick of her endless commentary. You bit your tongue as you leaned against the counter, shaking your head when a coworker scoffed in the hairdresser's direction. Luckily, Cailee waltz in, ready for you before anyone else. You thanked God for the distraction, readying your brow pencil and chatted to the girl about her break from set. 

All the while, your least favorite coworkers voice demanded to be the loudest in the room. She made everyone listen to some boring ass story and practically whinnied when Jacob got up to trade Cailee places. 

"No offence, you're fine and all, just don't have hair as silky smooth as Jacob's." The hairdresser told Cailee but made sure her comment was loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh wait, silly me," 

As Jacob settled in the makeup chair and began to ask if the drink he'd brought you was good, the hairdresser of your nightmares shoved her way between you and the person you were meant to be working on. 

"I left of a bobby pin, how'd I forget," She droned in an annoying pitch, nearly shoving you over in her attempt to get closer to Jacob. 

"Can you please get out of my space?" You called, annoyed that she was pushing you away from your station without a single polite excuse.

"Can you please stop being such a jealous bitch?" The hairdresser whipped to face you with a manic smile.

"Oh my God?" You almost laughed in shock at her comment when another coworker dared to reach out and pulled her away, and out of the trailer. Another hairdresser apologized to the room for the previous girl's behavior and stepped up to lead charge of Cailee's wig.

With no time to shake the rage that had been born in you, you pushed it down, biting your lip hard as you went about finding the right sponge for Jacob's foundation. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, seemingly worried. And that pissed you off too. Why'd he have to act like he cared so much? Why'd he have to be so damn wonderful?

"I'm fine. Thank you again for the coffee, it...is kind of bitter but it was a really sweet gesture, I swear. Close your eye's please." You responded as calm and cool as possible.

"Bitter... sweet..." Jacob winked, just for you to see. It was the best thing you'd ever witness. And the worst all the same. You were sure you blushed. You tilted his chin and struggling to suppress how much you'd miss when you didn't get to be this close to him. He stayed quiet as you finished his face, and so did you. When his makeup was done, almost everyone else had left the trailer. The last remaining beautician was walking out as you'd closed the case to your kit. 

"I thought you didn't like awkward silence." You dared to mention, as Jacob stood to leave. It wasn't like you'd thought to ask. It was just a thought that ended up blurted out. And then you were bold enough still to look up and right at the guy with those perfectly shaped eyes to find he'd already been staring right at you. 

"S'not so awkward with you."

You really wish he hadn't said that. You really wished you'd never prompted him too. You really wished he wasn't still standing there looking across the features of your face like he was waiting on you to respond. There was a knock on the door just in time, and a voice calling for Jacob to hurry to set. 

"I'll see you after lunch, right?" Jacob wondered as he moved toward the door. You muttered something like "Yeah sure," as you turned to start collecting your things. As far as Jacob knew you were headed to the craft table. But as your feet started marching out of the trailer, you found yourself headed toward the manager of the crew you'd been hired in with. You explained to her that you really thought it was best you turned in your resignation. 

You'd never dared yourself to tread the line during work. Never been so enamored with someone you were meant to be professional with. It wasn't in your best interest to see how far this went. And it wasn't in Jacobs best interest that you kept lingering around distracting him with stories and novel suggestions.

So, on a decided whim, you packed your things, swallowed frustrated tears, and headed home for good.

///

You let yourself be mad once your front door was shut and locked. You threw away the stupid coffee Jacob bought you. You turned the telly off and tossed the remote toward the hardwood when Euphoria came on. You muttered and cursed and slammed cabinets as you made a carb heavy comfort meal and called your best friend. 

The day went on and turned to night as you tried to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You began getting ready for bed, talking yourself into sleeping off all the weird feelings and events that had transpired today. Tomorrow, you'd find a new job and make sure to decline any with that one awful hairdressers name on the list of beauticians. 

As you sat on the edge of your bed and set a reminder for yourself to job hunt tomorrow afternoon, a notification interrupted your typing. 

Instagram was alerting you that one certain Jacob Elordi was sending you a fucking message. He'd followed you a couple weeks ago, when you handed him your phone to show him a picture of your beloved childhood pet. He scrolled away from it and found your handle to promptly pull up on his very own Instagram, following you with a smile.

Your eyes widened and your thumb worked faster than your brain, clicking the popup before you could talk yourself out of it. Oh, shit now he was going to know you opened his fucking stupid ass message. You really wished you hadn't met this boy. He wasn't even here and he was torturing your every thought. 

"You were NOT there after lunch as promised. Call me? xx"

Before your eyes displayed a row of numbers that if pressed would call Jacob Elordi's cell phone. You tried really hard to talk yourself out of it. But being away from him for the last ten hours had really done a number on your heart. It missed him more than your brain was afraid to admit. Your thumb clicked the numbers. Your phone started to ring. 

After one buzz he answered. 

"I got off set to hear you'd quit and left me to bear that horrid hairdresser without you? Was the coffee really that bad?" Jacob's voice crackled through the line, soft and saccharine. You chuckled morosely at his coffee joke before responding.

"No pleasant greeting. What if it wasn't me calling? What if it was some crazy fan girl?" You dared to venture. 

"Are you saying you're not a fan of mine?"

You wanted to assure him that you were probably his biggest, but sighed in place of a response, struggling to choose your words. 

"What happened? That hairdresser should be fired. You shouldn't've left." Jacob spoke, as you watched the traffic out your window and relished the sound of his voice in your ear. 

"It..." You couldn't help it. You couldn't hide it any longer. "It wasn't really her. I quit because of you, Jacob."

"Me? I- I'm sorry I thought we-" He sounded too worried, and you realized you'd spoken a little too cryptically.

"Not because you did anything wrong." You hurried to explain, interrupting his unnecessary apology. "It's me, not you." 

"Is this a break up? I never even got to ask you on a proper date." He laughed a humorless laugh.

"That's the thing." You said. "I like you way more than I should've ever let myself. It's too unprofessional for me to work with you and have these feelings. I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be telling you this. Everyone treats you like a piece of meat, I hate that I-"

"So... what I'm hearing..." Jacob's voice rose a bit as he interrupted you, catching your attention off guard. "Is that I can actually ask you on a proper date? And this doesn't have to be a break up at all."

"Oh! I- wait are you joking?" You blurted, shocked by the tone of his voice and the fact that it seemed like Jacob Elordi was asking you out. 

"I like you too, dummy. I've been doing my damnedest to make that clear. You know I don't just follow every wardrobe artist on Instagram and bring camera men cafe treats. I used my free coffee on you! I'm so sorry it was no good though." 

"It wasn't the worst coffee ever." You smiled, feeling a calm and hopeful buzz wash over you. 

"Well, let me take you on a proper date, for a proper cup of coffee, and talk you back on set." 

"I can date you, or be your makeup artist, but I will not allow myself to do both. I have a very strict moral compass as a working lady." 

"I'll choose the first option then by a long shot." You could hear Jacob's smile in the tone of his voice. You let him ramble a little longer about the day he'd had and how bad he felt that you'd been moved to quit. He asked you to meet him at the cafe across from the set during lunch tomorrow, and you promised you would in fact show up without a doubt this time. 

Fuck finding a new job tomorrow. You were going on an absolute dream date with Jacob. But you were most definitely ordering your own coffee.

[saffron0v0]

How did you discover your love for TanAoi? I can't remember how I exactly fell in love with InoNezu, so can you remember your OTP calling?

Okay so I first started watching kny last year, it was amazing, but I'm the type of person who'd try to figure out who will end up with who while watching. I like action but I love romance even more if yk what I mean 😁😁.

At first I loved all the Canon ships because I didn't read too much into it, but when I looked closer, I realized how rushed and mid (mid doesn't mean bad, it's just average) tankana actually is. It has very little build up and then people say things like "he saved her from muzan's attack!" hunny any sane person, especially tanjiro, would jump in to help a friend, that's not romantic. "she jumped in to give him the antidote, she knew she could die and go fully blind!" same thing as the last answer. God I'm sorry if this sounds like hate it's not! I'm just adding proof to my argument. I'm apologizing to keep any hardcore tankana shippers and kanao stans in check, they can become pretty aggressive. Especially to any fanart of a roleswap au of aoi as kanao.

We're going off topic! I kinda ranted sorry, anyyyyywaaaayssss.

I then saw tanaoi fanart then realization hit me like a bus. They are perfect!! They have a good amount of scenes together and stuff, he literally said he'd think of her and that she's a part of him, LIKE HOW CAN HE BE SO CHILL WHEN HE SAYS THAT? I'M GENUINELY CONFUSED ON HOW AOI DIDN'T BLUSH AT ALL AT THAT. She was probably internally screaming though lol. The more I saw fanarts the more I got immersed in the ship and it slowly but surely became my favorite.

After a while, I got more into rare pairs and realized I liked giyuumitsu, inonezu, zenkana, zenaoi and renmitsu alot too! The lack of content is killing me inside though.

So, my calling was just the realization that tankana just wasn't all that great and that aoi would've been a great partner for tanjiro. No hate I think all ships are great!

(except for a certain few)

Hope this was a satisfactory answer! I wasn't at home so I had to wait till I got home to answer.

[livredebelle]

Eight.

HIS SMILE WAS GENTLE BUT BAFFLING; for a regular customer, this was a very arrogant thing to say, but his face expression didn't seem arrogant at all. Everything about this man seemed genuine--his smile, his air of sophistication, his curiosity all seemed legitimate. 

Wait. Curious? Of what? What was I assuming?

"Hello again, sir," I greeted him.

He chuckled. "Please. You're making me feel ancient, when in fact I'm only slightly older than you." 

"Right. You're twenty-one, you said, right?"

"Correct, Miss Irina."

"Wait." I shook my head in disdain. "If I can't call you 'sir,' you certainly can't call me 'miss.' How is that fair?"

"I never said I played fair." He grinned wholeheartedly, and my chest tightened a little. What. Why. "To answer your question: Heath Ashford. Pleased to meet you." He did a little fake polite bow.

"Irina Everly." I blushed in embarrassment. Why had I provided him with my last name? It wasn't like he'd asked. 

"Thank you for solving the other piece of the mystery. Now, may I order that flat white?" 

"Oh, yeah." Dumbfounded. That was how I was feeling. Was this solely from the impact of his smile? The guy just looked so nice that a part of me felt seriously repulsed. It was like there was this angelic aura radiating from him, and for some reason I automatically felt inferior to him. Reeling, and wishing Megumi would hurry the hell up to save me from this awkwardness, I felt impatient. In my haste, I poured the steamed milk directly onto my left hand, and I jumped from the pain, cursing. "Ow. Shit." 

Obviously panicked, Heath hurried behind the counter and took me by the hand, dragging me over to the sink. 

"Hey--wait! Sir--er, Heath! You're not allowed back here!"

I was panicking at this point, too. Megumi, Seth, or someone else I knew, was going to witness this scene if they arrived at any moment. Over my dead body. How would I ever explain this situation?

"You need to rinse your hand under cold water right away. Where do you keep the ice?"

"I'll get it; just relax. Like I said, you're really not supposed to be back here--"

"That's not important. You got burned by scalding hot milk. It could leave a mark on your dainty hands."

I frowned. Dainty? I resented that a little. But now was not the time to get into that. "Okay, it's rinsing, see? And I'll get an ice pack once my coworker comes out. Just--will you--please just get the hell out of here!"

Pause. We both stared at each other for a few seconds. Heath looked startled, and then he seemed to understand. His expression became unfathomable. "I was only trying to help you. However... I'm sorry, it seems I've overstepped my boundaries." His voice sounded abashed, contrary to his nonchalant face; I vaguely wondered why my chest was starting to feel tight, and why there was a certain lump in my throat. He promptly stepped out; I finished making his flat white, all the while looking down and refusing to meet his eyes, and he left right after picking it up. When Megumi finally stumbled out of the locker room, apologizing profusely for being late--she had gotten an urgent phone call from her sister, who was having a crisis--I was feeling pretty crappy about myself. Heath had been nothing but nice to me, and I had done nothing but treat him like shit. In fact, I had effectively chased him out when he'd been perfectly polite.

Oh well. Wasn't that fine? I thought I had already accepted the fact that I was severely socially impaired. It wasn't like he was overreacting, either, so why should I be concerned? 

Maybe I was bothered because I felt guilty that I had yelled at a stranger and customer. Actually, that was just bad customer service, to be honest. But I had freaked out from the way he had grabbed hold of my injured hand like it was nothing, when I wasn't used to being touched that way... 

It wasn't like I was afraid of other people's touch, per se, but it did  make me quite anxious. I felt sweaty just at the thought of it. Physical contact felt like an intimate activity, no matter how minimal the interaction. Or, at least, for me it was like that. 

So, in summary, I was afraid. A coward. 

I shook my head as I grabbed my things, nearly running out of the cafe. I didn't care if Seth was still waiting. I never told him to wait, and I couldn't stand another conversation with him right now.

My mind felt cloudy. I didn't feel so good. I was starting to have a panic attack. 

I hadn't had one in so long, I'd forgotten how terrifying it felt. How bizarrely crippling it could be. I was racing home to my apartment as fast as my legs could carry me. I was going to have a meltdown, and I didn't want to have one in public out in the streets where I could be seen. That would be the worst.

I'd had panic attacks since I was in elementary school. My very first one was when I was in the third grade, and I had heard that my grandpa from my dad's side, my favorite at the time, had fallen down the stairs of his apartment complex and suffered a stroke, eventually dying from the impact of the fall. I was in school when my homeroom teacher broke the news, urgently ushering me to the principal's office. I had a horror novel in one hand that I had been previously reading that I gripped so tightly my knuckles turned white. I remember I couldn't breathe, and feeling like I was free-falling from the sky, and my adrenaline was spiking. I felt afraid of everything and everyone around me. The sky and the environment turned red. Somehow, we reached the principal's office, and I was seated. I started shaking. And I curled up into a ball. I would stay that way for a while, refusing to talk to anyone, until my panic attack subsided. The situation was so bad that my parents were called in, and I remember Mother walking into the office in her Gucci heels, staring incredulously at me. 

No. Stop. Refusing to fall down that rabbit hole, I decided to keep my mind busy with tasks. I had to register for the upcoming fall term at the university sometime soon anyway, so I decided to take care of that today. However, when I got there, I found the university admissions office was already closed for the day; I was depressed. Right. It was past 5 PM. There was no way any office would be open at this time. I was too hasty. I needed to breathe, not mentally berate myself like this. 

On a crappy day like this, it might be nice to have someone to talk to... was what I thought, but the thought quickly dissipated from my head. No, that wasn't right. That was a dangerous thought to have. 

As I trudged back to the apartment, I felt a drop of water land on my forehead. I looked up grudgingly to the sky. Sure enough, the sky was grey and starting to drizzle rain. Disliking anything related to the cold, I hated rain. It seemed like even the gods were cursing me with this awful weather. Of course, rain hadn't been in the forecast, so I didn't have an umbrella with me. Cursing under my breath, I hurried back to my apartment. When I reached the front door, my shaky hands fumbled for the keys in my bag, but I couldn't find it no matter how much I dug. Because my hands weren't stable, I ended up dropping the bag, and I stared down at my feet, dripping wet from the rain. 

Everything was going to be all right. I desperately needed to believe that--that everything I had done up to this point wasn't a mistake. I had just been so optimistic about my newfound independence the day before; my life was just beginning. I wanted to prove everyone in my family wrong and validate my self-worth. I wanted to see them groveling at my feet, apologizing for the way they treated me. I so desperately wanted that form of revenge. Or did I really?

I was going to lose my mind trying to convince myself one way or the other...

"Irina? What are you doing, just standing there? Did you get locked out or something?" 

A familiar voice. One I didn't actually dread hearing. I spun around and saw a puzzled Quinn, who looked like he had just stepped out from a fresh hot shower. He stopped and stared as he realized how miserable and pathetic I probably looked.

"Wait--are you okay? Were you out in the rain all day or something...? What happened to you, say something."

I couldn't; no words came out. I wanted to vocalize my feelings, to let them all come pouring out, but it was impossible. Instead, I decided to bottle it up. Instead, I simply walked up to him and hugged him. I needed some human warmth to thaw my frozen heart. He didn't say anything for a long time; he just hugged me back and patted me on the head, and we stayed that way for a while, until a cold breeze blew by us and I shivered. He then ushered me into his apartment, his eyes full of concern. 

"I'm going to make you some hot tea and then draw you a hot bath. Wait here." 

As I waited on the couch in his living room, I checked my iPhone to see three missed calls and two texts, one from Maria and one from Seth. The missed calls were all from the latter, and I felt myself getting angry all over again. I chucked the phone across the room, and it hit the wall with a bang--I'm pretty sure I heard it crack. That was fine. Quinn returned with my tea just at the opportune moment, as my phone flew across the room. One of his eyebrows went up. 

"I get that you're mad, but wanna try talking about it before you break anything in my apartment?"

"Sorry."

"Nah, no need to apologize. I was just trying to make you laugh, but I guess that didn't work." 

"No, really, you're fine. I'm the one who's sorry. I know I'm always kind of a jerk to you, yet you're nothing but nice to me." 

He looked confused. "You hit your head or something out there?"

"I'm being serious. I dunno, I'm just having the shittiest day..." Sighing, I closed my eyes. "I feel exhausted with it all... So much happened in one day." 

"What happened? Tell me everything."

***

Once I had finished explaining everything that had transpired earlier in the afternoon, I took a sip of the now lukewarm tea. It was the perfect temperature to drink. Mmm, earl grey.

"So why do you hate your cousin so much to begin with?" Quinn managed to ask. His mind was probably still boggled with all the information I had given him.

"He's a sketchy guy who hit on my sister in the past, so... yeah."

"Oh. Blech, what a sicko. What's the back story on that?"

"My family history's messy." It would probably be best to leave it at that for now. "Thanks for the tea. Don't worry about the bath; my apartment's right next to yours, after all, so I won't have a problem from here on out."

He frowned. "But y'see, now I have a problem with that. I witnessed how much of an emotional wreck you were out there when I discovered you earlier tonight. I don't exactly feel comfortable leaving someone like you alone right now."

I glared at him. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

He bursted out laughing. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't take advantage of a poor little lamb like you. Besides, I told you, I'll mostly behave from now on--scout's honor, so rest assured. I'm being serious, though. As your friend, I am genuinely concerned for your well-being and insist you stay over. I have some games or books if you don't feel like sleeping. And oh, I insist you get in the hot bath. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Quinn rose from his seat to take the empty teacup from me. "Better wash this along with the rest of the dishes." He whistled and headed towards the kitchen.

"Quinn... I've been wondering since before... why the hell are you so nice to me?" I mumbled, half-hoping he wouldn't hear me. 

"Huh? Is there a reason I can't be nice to you or something?" 

"It's not that. I'm just not used to people being nice unless they want something, so I guess it's hard to believe you're being kind because you want to, without an ulterior motive."

He smiled, but on the contrary, he seemed somewhat sad. "You must have been fucked over really bad if you're saying that. Believe me, I get it. But it won't really do you any good to shut people out like that all the time. Doesn't it get exhausting, always having to be on guard and doubting everything? Can't imagine how it wouldn't put a strain on your heart. That's no way to live." 

I felt rather touched that he would go so far as to feel sad for me. I wasn't sure if anyone had ever done that on my behalf before. A smile crept on my face as I started feeling a little warmer inside. "Thanks. You're a good friend, Quinn."

Startled, his eyes widened a bit. Then, he frowned, and ran a hand through his messy ebony hair.

"Ahh... Fuck." 

"Huh? What's wrong?"

I was sitting on the righthand side of his couch, and he was standing up across from me, still holding my used teacup. He set it down on the counter beside him near the entrance to the kitchen, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"I take it back. I don't know if I can keep my promise to behave myself."

"Why you..." I was speechless. How perverted could this guy get? "It's my fault for trusting you, I suppose."

"No, you're misunderstanding me. Not like that--I meant to say that I think I'm going to get serious about you."

[weaselbrownie]

could i request draco fucking the reader while she’s on the phone with a friend and draco doesn’t let her hang up and forces her to answer in full sentences 😔😔

don’t feel pressured to do this :)

warning : smut

MASTERLIST

"C'mon baby louder"

The bed shakes with every hard thrust Draco gives you. The moonlight shimmering on your face as you were trying hard to keep the upper part of your chill-covered body steady while still arching your back out for him. His large hands keeping you in place, grabbing your waist to jam you back– meeting his thursts. You were numb, on your way to your third orgasm of the night and he's still determined to give you more.

Everything was a euphoric blur, his voice ringing in the back of your head... until you heard actual rings. Your head snapped to find the source of the noise, to your left where your phone lies face down, vibrating on the comforter. You didn't make an effort to move, pushing it to the back of your mind, you'll just call them back later, but it seems like Draco had a different idea.

You felt the grip of his hand lightened on your waist and his trust slowing down, making you look up to be more aware of what's happening. "Pick it up" His tender hand gave your bum a tap. You did as he said and slowly gathered balance to reach out for your phone. It vibrates in your hand as the bright screen lit up.

"It's just Pansy, I'll call her ba–"

"I said pick it up" His voice deepened, by now his movement has come to a complete halt, waiting for you to pick up the phone. You pushed yourself up slightly with your free palm, looking back at him your brows furrowed and bottom lips pushing slightly forward, painting a frown on your face. He didn't show even a glimpse of humor, he slowly nodded his head to silently tell you to continue.

A soft sigh left your lips, you turned back to your original position before swiping the bright screen and bringing it to your ear. "Hey, are you free right now?" You looked back to get approval from your boyfriend who was already nodding for you to continue the conversation as if he wasn't lodged deep inside you.

"I– Um, Y-Yeah I'm free," You said through gritted teeth, Pansy started speaking again, telling you about a certain golden-haired boy she met at Diagon Alley the past day. Her voice seems to drone in your ear and you couldn't comprehend what she was saying as Draco started to rake his nails on your lower back and your thighs, forming goosebumps on your delicate skin.

The scrape from his nails left a hot trail down your body, mixed with the cooling temperature of the silver rings that clung onto his fingers. He was still, his hands roaming your body, spreading the blissful chills through your glowing skin. You felt his hand going lower and lower, eventually inwards towards your sopping cunt where he rests, deep inside the embrace of your tightening walls.

His finger lingers, tracing the outer lips of your cunt, teasing you. His fingers slid in circles, going higher until he nudges the little button at the top of your cunt that made you jerk. He hissed in pleasure as your walls tighten around him, his fingers working themselves to trace lazy circles on your engorged clit.

"So, how are you and Draco doing?" Pansy asked, her voice seems to hold a genuine interest in your life.  You opened your mouth to speak, yet no words came out, resulting in mumbling a few pathetic words. "Huh? Y/N talk louder I can't hear you" She said one more time as you mentally groan for what's about to come.

"I– Uh, F-Fine..." You mumbled again, just louder. You were going to let Pansy speak again but before you could even tell her a brief pain shot through your body, Draco pinching your clit and moving forward to place his mouth on your free ear.

"Do you want me to do that again or are you gonna speak clearly, hm?" His breath, hot in your ear as his voice rings to the back of your head. "Apologize to her and try again" His lips lingering on the shell of your ear before moving to nip your jugular.

"U-Um, sorry it's f–fine really..." Your breath came in short as his fingers trailed back down to attached themselves to your clit once more "...b-but this isn't about me, y–you said you have a date t–tomorrow?" The stuttering doesn't help. His fingers work to draw faster circles on you as he began thrusting his hips again. His lips still attaching themselves to the nape of your neck, sucking in colorful hues.

Pansy didn't think much of it, continuing to talk about her upcoming date as she buzzed your ear off on the other end. Your lips rolled in between the girth of your teeth, trying to take control of your body to not let a whimper or a moan slip past. Draco didn't help by fastening his pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot in every thrust making you bury your face onto the thick comforter under you.

"Should I wear purple or green?" The raven-haired girl asked through the phone.

"G-Green, it makes your eye p-pop" Your high was fast approaching and you needed her to talk so you wouldn't let slip of anything. Draco's finger was in sync with his thrusts, making that heavy feeling on the pit of your stomach appear again, ripping through you– begging to be released.

"You're close aren't you..." Draco bit your shoulder, dragging his teeth up your neck and the lobe of your ear, placing kisses on the smooth skin. "... y'wanna show me how you cum?" You furiously nodded your head, not being able to get a single word out as you started to clench around him.

"Fuck" You cursed under your breath, letting it past through your lips as you hit your orgasm. Draco's fingers didn't stop, only continuing to draw rougher circles as he lifted the hood of your clit with one hand and rubbing it down with the other.

"You okay?" Pansy asked, stopping her talk as you shook on Draco's cock.

"Mhmm" Your eye shut completely as you tried gathering the energy to answer your question. Like you predicted, Draco pinched your clit again– whispering in your ear to speak clearly even in your highest state. "M'Fine Pans" You breathed out as Draco helped you ride out your high. The fingers on your clit started to slow down and so did he.

"If you say so, I gotta go get my dress, call me again later?" Pansy asked through the phone.

"Y-Yea okay" You opened your eyes to see stars dancing in the corner of your vision, your breath started to hitch as Draco didn't entirely stop his movement– the overstimulation started to take over you.

"Alright, bye!" Pansy said before the line went out. You tossed your phone back to its original place on the end of your bed before resting your head on the comforter, breathing heavily.

"Good job angel..." Draco praised as he kissed your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you to roll you on your back. The moon shone on you, your eyes glittering with tears on the bottom on your lash from having to hold everything in, "...such a good girl" He continued as his lips drew further up to meet your lips in a sweet lock.

Your hand slithered up the side of his torso, past his shoulder and neck to cup his face as you deepened the kiss. The tip of your fingers circled back to the nape of his neck, toying with the strands of hair as you whimpered out his name before Draco broke the kiss, slowly pulling away from you as your lips chase his,

"Now I'm gonna need you to give me one more, okay?"

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[creonininkwell]

With Creon's adventures being tied to the cuphead show series, I wonder how she's gonna react to the boys being in jail (and in what looks like an adult prison) and how she's gonna get them out...let alone deal with Chalice for getting them in that mess.

Creon had been outside of the Inkwell Isles, finalizing details to work with the Cartographer's Society of discovery & science. This would help her get extra money and her efforts wouldn't be wasted.

When she tried to phone home about coming a bit later than expected, nobody answered. Creon tried a few more times and tried not to panic.

As soon as she got home, she witnessed poor Elder Kettle freaking out over 2 buckets on the floor and a messy house. As soon as she calmed EK down and helped clean the mess, she started asking people around about the boys. All she got were accounts of the boys hanging around with a certain Chalice. She's not too surprised that Chalice was still grifting people. This wasn't the first time she's met Chalice.

She picked up Elder Kettle's glasses on the way back. And then goes to the Inkwell police to see if she can pay the boys' bail. Why this island is okay with sentencing juveniles to adult prison, she'll never know. Especially for something trivial as breaking into a cookie factory and stealing cookies!

Since this world works on cartoon logic, I'd say it took a simple phonecall to get the boys shipped back to Inkwell. This was around the time that the episode "Jail Broken" was about to start. The boys were really ecstatic to be freed and Cuphead didn't even have to resort to breaking out. When they arrived to the harbor, their relief turned to fear at the sight of Creon waiting. And she was simmering with anger. The expression on her face was enough to shut the boys up. They knew they screwed up big time.

Needless to say, the ride back home was tensely quiet. When they got home, Creon gave one of the biggest scoldings yet. The boys are used to Elder Kettle being mad. And Creon has had to scold the boys plenty when they do something bone-headed. But this is the first time they've seen her genuinely upset. Worse, she's extremely disappointed. She thought the boys wouldn't be this reckless. This has proven her wrong and now it scares her how reckless the boys can get.

She expressed how irresponsible and reckless it was to worry her and Elder Kettle, and they couldn't expect Elder Kettle to fix everything. She mentioned that she won't be there all the time to save them from trouble, especially when she finally finds a way home.

With emotions running high, a shouting match ensues, lots of hurtful words were exchanged, until EK finally told everyone that it was late and they should rest. He thinks the boys are punished enough. Mugman is really upset at himself for not being cautious when it really mattered and how much he's worried both EK and Creon. Cuphead is angry, hurt, and equally upset over the situation and is struggling with the fact that his recklessness put both him and Mugman in prison and hurt EK and Creon.

Creon is extremely worried that prolonged absence during expeditions is the reason for the boys stepping way out of line. EK doesn't blame Creon for the efforts she goes through to finding a way home. Just as she had said, she can't be there for them forever and they need a reminder of that fact. He thinks Creon is doing the best she can as a surrogate older sister so she shouldn't be too hard on herself. This experience was scary, but probably a hard lesson the boys needed to learn, and they should be grateful that it didn't get worse.

The next morning they do have a good discussion after being somewhat rested. Lots of apologies and hugs were exchanged. Creon takes some time off before preparing for the next expedition. One evening after finishing one of her temp jobs, she goes home to an angry mob. Seeing that they're here for Chalice and they didn't listen to poor Mugman's attempts of reasoning, she confronted the mob.

She does her best to remain calm and polite while she tries to diffuse the situation. While Chalice was practically scamming people through her charms, some should honestly know better. The hot dog vendor really overdid it with giving away so many hotdogs. The ticket person shouldn't have let anyone in without a ticket. The eyeglass lady shouldn't have given away shades for free. Etc etc. Also, things could've been a lot worse if Chalice was far more malicious with her intents; like scamming people out of far more money or ruining their businesses.

Then she warns the mob that she won't lie down and let them essentially beat up a bunch of kids. HER kids particularly. Seeing that Creon makes some harsh sense (and that warning; they don't want to tangle with someone who chucks a piano at the Devil), the mob disperses. Creon at least offers to help a few out in some way to help recoup their losses. She doesn't want everyone to leave completely sour, especially people she's familiar with.

When Chalice reveals herself to be a ghost(?), Creon still scolds her. Chalice shouldn't have enabled the boys to trespassing, thus resulting in them being jailed. The boys are not entirely innocent, but Creon is a bit pissed at Chalice as well. She at least pleads to Chalice that she be more considerate in the future. But she still thanks Chalice for hanging out with the boys without getting them in trouble for a change (she doesn't know about the truck though). Also Creon is a bit weirded out with Chalice revealing to be a ghost...essentially a dead kid. She doesn't want to think of how this kid possibly died.

[gubler-me-up]

I think I might be genuinely addicted to sending you asks but how do you think Spencer would apologize and show that he's sorry to his s/o during the cat Adams situation in season 15 like I must know

It's like you read my mind because I was thinking how this situation would have played out in a ✨fanfic✨ world. This is how I think it would go down:

As you both walked towards the elevator after a tumultuous night, you couldn't get the image of Spencer's tongue deep in another woman's mouth, especially an unsubs. You knew how horrible he felt and that he had no choice, but to appease her. However, jealousy was one hell of a sickness that you couldn't entirely break through.

You pressed the elevator button and waited in silence. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye and saw he was doing the same. It was hard to ignore the amount of guilt in his eyes. He probably thought you were on the verge of breaking up with him. You set your temporary jealousy aside to lighten the mood a bit. You knew how desperately you both needed it.

"So, you're into bad girls now? If I knew, I would have worn my best bad girl outfit," you joked.

You managed to crack a little smile on his face. You smiled as well. As if you both were synced, you turned your heads to look at each other face to face. He shook his head at your question.

"You don't have to do that. I usually like the good girl more," he said.

"Oh, really? How much more do you like the good girl over the bad girl?" You asked.

The elevator door opened before he could answer. You expected him to leave your question behind as you two entered the elevator, however, he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him. You were thrown off yet delighted he had you close to him. After having to act as if he wasn't yours during the mini conversation you had with Cat, it was great having his face just inches away from yours.

"I'd do anything for the good girl to forgive me," he said.

The low, somber tone in his voice sped your heart up to new speeds. The way he looked at you demanded you to command him on how to navigate his way towards your forgiveness.

"What's your definition of anything?" You asked.

He pressed the elevator button to go down as he pondered on your question. He didn't break eye contact with you even for a split second. Well, there was a split second where he did glance down at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

You didn't let that glance go unnoticed. You bet he was unsure about a lot of things at the moment but you nodded slightly to give him some certainty. That's the booster he needed to cup your face with his hands and pull you in for a passion-filled kiss you desperately needed after everything.

"I can get a bubble bath ready for you with your favourite scent as I read you your favourite poems from your favourite poetry book. I know how much you like that," he said through the kiss.

"Mhm," you hummed.

"And then I'd put on your favourite movie with lots of pillows and blankets laid out on the living room floor, so you're comfortable," he continued.

"Mhm," you hummed.

"And then I'd make you your favourite quick meal before joining you for cuddles to keep you close and warm. After the movie, we can have any dessert you want," he continued.

"Oh, baby, I think we should start off with dessert," you said.

He pulled away from you. From the look on his face, he thought he was doing pretty well with offering you all your favourite things in the exact order of how they should be.

"What do you want for dessert?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't know, a certain Spencer á la mode would be nice," you giggled.

He was briefly taken aback by what you said, but soon beamed a humble smirk. He leaned in to peck you on the lips a few more times. He then pulled your hand close to his lips and kissed it.

"Anything for the good girl," he said.

"So does this mean I'm dating a bad boy with a soft spot for me?" You joked.

"More like you're dating a really sorry guy with only the best intentions of making you feel how sorry he is," he said.

"Now that's my type of guy," you said as you pecked him on the lips.

[the-original-skipps]

Fluffy Alphabet A-Z

Sano Manjiro aka Mikey

Note: Thank you so much for 100+ followers. I wouldn't have been able to get his far without your support. I'm super overjoyed and glad that you guys take the time to read my writing. I love you all very much as promised I hope you enjoy the fluffy alphabet! 💗

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.

[bluejaem]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

↳ PAIRING | enemy!donghyuck × fem!reader

↳ GENRE | fluff, e2l!au (ig?)

↳ WARNING/s | cursing, they robbed a grocery store ;-; a kiss? cringey af, NOT PROOFREAD!!

↳ WORD COUNT | 957

↳ SYNOPSIS | it's just a rushed e2l oneshot sjfnsnfns

↳ AUTHOR'S NOTE | Thank you so much for 400 followers!! I wrote a little something in celebration of this milestone fshfhdhf. It may not be that great, and there may be a lot of grammar or vocabulary mistakes, my apologies! TYSM FOR THIS MILESTONE! Honestly, idk what I've written here lmao. Is this rushed? Yes. Yes, it is. Enjoy the shit I whipped up instead of studying for my math exam—

“Is he gone?” you turn back for the last time to check whether that certain someone was still chasing you both. “Come this way,” Donghyuck interlocked his hands with yours and pulled you towards a small alley at the corner of the street. You both leaned against the wall trying your best to hide yourselves and your shadows. You get this massive adrenaline rush, a feeling like you're flying or on fire. This may have been the most rebellious thing you’ve done in your whole life. And by this, I mean, you and donghyuck stealing from a grocery store. Sure, you must’ve done some other such things before too, and it may not be such a big deal, but in this case, the person who was your accomplice made it all the more a new experience for you. It was a wholly new and rare experience for you.

These past few hours with Donghyuck have made you realize that he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was. Yeah, he was kind of annoying and irksome at some point in time, but he was actually a pretty fun person to be around. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you both hated each other or were enemies. But you weren’t going to lie, even bickering with him just for fun was amusing for you. Funny how you both wouldn’t have anything else to talk to each other about other than bantering with each other. The way he would roll his eyes at all your comments, or the way he would poke his cheek with his tongue when he didn’t know how to get back at you, you found it all to be so intriguing.

You snapped out of your trance when you heard his voice again, “it looks like he left,”

he turned back to look at you, and that's when you both realised how close you were standing to each other. you could feel his warm breath hitting your face, the invigorating smell of his cologne intoxicating all your senses. a blush crept up his cheeks when he noticed how close you guys were. he decided to stand towards the other side, but he was abruptly stopped from doing so.

And that's when you both realised that you guys had been holding each other's hands the whole time. you only realised this when it was time for one of you to let go.

“should we—”

“let's—”

before one of you would try to speak, the other would want to say something too, and the both of you would suddenly become quiet. it wasn't supposed to be this awkward—

“should we head back?” donghyuck finally broke the silence, not being able to handle the awkwardness in the air between the two of you. “yeah, it's getting dark,”

you both quietly made your way out the dark alley, and onto the street. there was almost nobody outside, just the two of you and some stray dogs and cats.

Words were few and failing between the two as though the silence that sat with them had laid its old lips on theirs and sucked them dry of speech.

“so...” your voice trailed off, leading to donghyuck looking back up at you, his gaze now leaving the ground. “mhm?”

“why do you hate me?” lord knows what made you ask him that and how you actually got the courage to do so. You look at him to see if he'd answer your question, but after about a minute of silence, you didn't think you'd get one.

However, you did.

“I don't, actually,” he halted, and so did you. “wait, what?”

he continued. his eyes fixed on the ground, with him lost in his thoughts. “I just loved getting a reaction out of you. The way every time I'd tease you, your face would get a little red with annoyance, and the little lip bite that you do to suppress your laughter when I crack a joke or the genuine laughter that I get out of you when I do something stupid.”

A smile was formed on his lips as he went on, “the way you smile whenever you see kids, and the way your eyes would immediately crinkle when you'd see pets, and the amount of love and affection you have for your close ones,”

“perhaps, I don't hate you, y/n,” he said. This time, making direct eye contact with you. His dark brown orbs piercing through yours.

Stars light the sky like snowflakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Haechan smiles, feeling the wind blow his hair into a tousled mane.

“you– like me?” his sudden confession left you astounded. “I know, it's hard to believe, I can't really believe it myself,” he chuckled. but his aura soon changed, “I tried to deny it for so long, but I don't want to anymore.”

the next thing he knew, you had crashed your lips on his. With a thousand emotions taking over you. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses.You felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling your toes, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your knees gave in, intoxicated in the moonlight.

How the stars would move, the galaxies tumble and dart, the starlight kept its familiar pattern. The constellations, who'd witnessed centuries and millennia just the same, watched over you both— as he kissed you under the moonlight.

© BLUEJAEM, 2021

[equizona]

Shielding Embrace

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters: Mammon

Format: Drabble

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse(?) Angst(with a happy ending), crying, swearing, calling Lucifer a stuck up little bitch, OOC.

Summary: MC is tired of hearing Mammon get picked on so often, by his own brothers no less. As the second-born demon has always protected them, they think it's their turn to protect him.

Note: I wrote this a while ago, since I'm tIRED of Mammon getting bullied all the time. He deserves better-

"Diavolo, stop being such a scumbag Mammon-"

It wasn't uncommon that the brothers would call the second-born mean words. Scumbag was their favorite, along with dumb or stupid. You agreed that he didn't always make the best choices, but they were always so cruel about it. It never gave off the vibes that they were only joking either. It was like they meant every word.

You hated it with your whole being. Mammon had been the nicest to you, and he had been the one who had been there with you since the start, ever since Lucifer made him your 'guardian' in a way. He wasn't the best at showing his emotions, but you could tell he cared. Sometimes, it felt like he was the only one who cared.

You wanted to shout, or scream at them, for all the cruel things they would say to him. He deserved better than that. He was their brother, so why were they always so mean to him?

"MC? Are you okay?" You were forced out of your mind by Satan's annoyingly Loud question that brought the attention of everyone at the table to the two of you.

You remember when he tried to kill you. You remember when all of them tried to kill you. You remembered when Belphie actually killed you.

All those times never quite left your mind, and you could still feel the fear you felt in each of those situations. Mammon was the only one of them you felt completely comfortable with anymore, as he was the only one who never seemed to lose control and attempt to harm you.

You decided you wanted to stand up for him like he stood up for you all the time.

"Actually, no, I'm not. What's wrong with you guys?"

Satan's eye twitched, and it was oddly satisfying. You could see all of the brothers about to speak up about what you'd said, though you didn't give them that chance.

"I don't understand why all of you keep calling Mammon a scumbag. Is it because he's greedy? 'Cause if that is the case, then I want to remind you that greed is his sin. He's the avatar of greed. And I mean, why get mad about him for that? As far as I remember, all of you don't ever try to deny your sins."

You didn't feel satisfied just yet, so you decided to continue. You wanted to make them feel just as horrible as you assumed Mammon felt each time they threw those words at him.

"I mean, Lucifer is a stuck-up little bitch with too much pride and he can't ever seem to apologize or see that it's his fault no matter how obvious it is. Leviathan is constantly envious of everything to the point it can be fucking unbearable. Satan has extreme anger issues, and gets angry at the smallest things and Asmo is constantly flirting with people and usually not stopping until he's in their pants. And please, don't even get me started on Beel. Then of course, Belphie just seems to never bother lifting a finger to help anyone. But I never see anyone complaining about all of that, do I? It's not like any of you do anything to deny the sin you are assigned to, so why do you expect Mammon to do it, hmm?"

You raised your eyebrow in a judgemental way, just to add that extra spite. You could clearly see Mammon's shocked expression.

You preferred watching the reactions of the others more though. Beel looked guilty to some degree, Asmo looked offended, Levi and Belphie looked annoyed at the whole thing while Satan and Lucifer looked downright pissed.

You could see that Mammon was about to say something, probably about how he was okay and you should calm down, and Satan looked ready to snap and attack you, again. Though neither of them had the chance to react before Lucifer stood up while slamming his hands down on the table, glaring at you.

"Excuse me? Run that by me again, won't you?"

You'd normally apologize and leave the room to do something else, but you were tired with their bullshit and this just seemed like yet another way you could call them out on it.

So, you gathered up all of your courage and looked Lucifer straight in the eye, glaring at him as well, despite the fact you knew it would have little to no use.

"Or what? Are you going to try and kill me again? Because let me remind you that all of you have attacked me before, except Mammon. Oh, and of course, one of you actually managed to kill me. Remember that, Belphie?" You shot him a mean look, and at least he seemed to have some guilt over the situation.

"And you know, Lucifer probably would have killed me before as well, hadn't it been for Lord Diavolo. Oh, but you never quite did apologize for that, did you? You never apologized to Luke for attacking him either, did you? And it's because you have so much pride. Because you're so high and mighty and you can never do anything wrong, can you? Ah, but nobody ever tells you that, do they? Because they know it's the sin you represent and they know it's a part of who you are."

Lucifer blinked at you, shocked, and nobody else seemed like they were going to say anything either.

"Actually, in my opinion, I think Mammon is the least 'scummy' and 'lowlife' person in this room. And he somehow managed to be the one with the most control. Seriously, at this point I'm certain that you all only ever say those things to him because you all know you're the real lowlives and you're just too pathetic to admit it."

You didn't want to stay there anymore, and since they all seemed to shocked to say or do anything, you stood up and quickly made your way to your room, though it wasn't long until someone was knocking on your door.

"Uh, human..?"

Mammon's voice.

You almost wanted to cry. He didn't usually knock, he preferred to just barge in with his stupidly cheerful attitude that never failed to make you smile.

"You can come in."

You voiced it quietly, a small part of you hoping that he wouldn't hear you and just leave instead, but seconds after he opened the door and let himself in.

He didn't say anything as he sat down next to you on your bed though, most likely trying to figure out what he should say in a situation like this.

What you weren't expecting was to hear the sounds of sobbing.

Worriedly, you say up and moved next to him, concern filling your entire body as you gently put your arms around his shoulders and made him lean on your chest.

"Hey, hey, shh, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

You tried to make your voice as gentle as possible. You weren't entirely sure what to do, but you never liked it when he was sad. His negative expressions and tears always layed heavy on your heart, so much that it was almost unbearable.

"Did- did you mea-mean it-?"

He stuttered out after a few minutes of you running your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You frowned, not entirely sure which part he was asking about.

"Which part are we talking about specifically?" You questioned him, though you made sure that your voice was soft.

"All of it." As soon as he answered your question, he got out of your embrace only to put his hands around your neck for a hug. You grinned, hugging him back.

"Of course I was. You're the one that's been there for me since I came here, and while I can agree that you don't always make the best decisions, they don't always make the best decisions either. They are your brothers, and they should never be saying things like that to you. Actually, from now on, each and every time they say something mean towards you, I want you to come to me so I can smother you in my love and affection."

Oh shit, fuck, did you just-

"Wait- like- uh- no- uhm- like in a-a, uh-"

He moved away from you, and you wondered if he regretted that considering how red his face was. You'd probably burn your hand if you touched his face at this point.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to say that again."

You gave him a patient smile, wanting him to feel comfortable. You were almost certain that he liked you back, since he wasn't exactly very good at hiding it, but you hadn't wanted to act on it before now incase you made him uncomfortable or that you were wrong.

Though his reaction only made you more certain.

He took a few moments to collect himself, before trying to speak up again, though he didn't seem able to look you in the eyes.

"Do, uh- do you mean like- like in a, uh, a rom-uhm.."

"Romantic?"

You inquired softly, and to your delight he nodded, still not looking at you.

This wasn't exactly a side of him you saw often, since he would usually try and deny anything, but you were happy about it.

You moved to hold his face in your hands, though he still refused to look you in the eyes.

"If you want to. I'm not sure how you feel, since nobody but you can be certain about that, but I know I like you, and wouldn't mind smothering your face in kisses each day."

Your tone was playful, be genuine. You felt his face heat up even more, if that was even possible. He changed the direction of his gaze to look directly into your eyes, and you felt like you would get lost in the ocean his eyes had.

He leaned forward for another hug, and you grinned, barely taking a single second to process it before you were moving your hands to hug him back.

"I like ya too."

You grinned even brighter, squeezing him tighter. You didn't ever want to leave his embrace, and while you knew that you would have to face both his brothers and the world later, it would be a lot easier with him by your side.

[elriell]

The Seer of Shadows

Chapter One—  A Fateful Return

It came once more, cold and forceful as it so often did, ripping open her thoughts and bleeding through her unconscious mind. It surged like a powerful river, the running rapids numbed her hearing completely, the soft dreamworld fading to a dark loveless expanse. The terror would only continue to grow inside her, though asleep her whole body seizing with dread, spilling over into reality and it would end how it inevitably always did.

Feyre had thought to comfort her throughout many months, speaking of how the nightmares would get easier and with time the dark clouds that settled over her during sleep would slowly grow weaker and would eventually go away all together. However what she had not told her sister, nor anyone for that matter was that the opposite was true. For her nightmares where only growing stronger, and her sleep shorter each day.

Elain’s scream clawed itself out her throat violently, weaved its way through the night settling in the air, chilling her own blood.  

As she attempted to calm her racing heart which could be heard pounding in her ear like war drums, she knew she could not go on like this for much longer the short bursts of sleep scarcely got her through the day and she grew paler and frailer by the day. It was infinitely frustrating feeling powerless, the backpeddling of her recovery since that terrifying day at the Cauldron, but try as she might she was wilting away like one of her favorite flowers during the winter season.

Disturbing her from her musings a sharp crisp knock sounded at the door. It was during these moments she became most afraid, because the truth was, she never quite knew whether she was dreaming whilst asleep or drifting whilst awake, her visions felt so real, so true, it confused even her own mind. As dread heighten once again, she tugged at the sheets, submerging herself beneath them willing the horrible images that flickered in front of her eyes though her lids remained closed.  

Gentle but firm, the voice called out, “Elain?” At first it was dulled by the ringing in her ears until it came again, louder, clearer, finally breaching her murky thoughts.  

At that her heart felt like it came to a stop momentarily, though it made her feel better to hear his comforting voice, the male on the other side of the door did little to slow the rhythm of her heart.

Taking a deep breath, once then twice more, she vocalized her internal thoughts. “Azriel, what are you doing awake so late?” Or early she supposed, depending on how you looked at it. She hadn’t been aware he had returned after so many weeks away; the shadow-singer had been gone on an important task with the Illyrians, alongside her sister and Cassian. Rhysand had casually informed her over dinner one night after she couldn’t bear to wonder any longer and perked up the nerve to ask, she had not realized quite how accustomed she had become to his quiet strength and companionship. Ordinarily she might not have noticed his absence quite so much, however with Nesta ‘s departure to the mountains as well it had left quite the notable hole in her life.  

“I was returning from the mountains when I thought I heard a scream from the other end of the house, I thought I would seek out the source of the sound. Are you alright?” Azriel paused, he seemed apprehensious to continue but his voice picked back up again, just as clear as before. “May I come in if it is not an imposition.”

Casting a glance down herself she was relieved to see she appeared relatively decent, though sweat lined her temple and her hair was a tangled mess from thrashing about, she supposed he had seen her in far worse states throughout the years. Smoothing her hand through the tendrils in a half-hearted attempt to separate the sweat plastered hair lining her face, and righting the nightwear from off her shoulder.

“Of course.” She replied with a confidence she did not truly feel though the quiver in her voice almost certainly betrayed her.

The door released gently and as it unlocked the candlelight from the hall trickled in slowly, the glow framed his shape casting the rest of him in shadows but there was no doubt who the tall figure with broad wings belonged too, sapphire syphons glimmering across his torso, they seemed to thump steadily almost in unison with her own heart.

There was a stillness in him that set her on edge, though it had only been a few weeks it seemed like a lifetime ago as he stood quietly in the doorframe, whatever calm understanding had grown between them over months prior seemed to be absent. Tonight, he was tenser than usual she could read it in the creases of his forehead, in the tension of his torso, his whole being was screaming out for release. Not to mention his shadows rippled around him, very unusual for him to allow them such free range around her.

"I apologize for disturbing you, I did not realize I was quite so loud.”  

He remained far from her by the now shut door, keeping his eyes downcast probably in some chivalrous attempt to allow her to maintain some modicum of privacy. He was always like that Azriel, gentlemanly to the core.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” His siphons glowing vividly in the dim room.

She knew he was only being kind to her as he always was, nonetheless she appreciated the gesture, did not have the energy to sustain any sort of façade she had been prolonging for Feyre. She had so much to worry over already, what with being pregnant. It certainly wasn't the time for her to fret about her again, so she kept her rising demons to yourself.

“How often has this been happening?” He queried gently, it was so low she had barely heard him, almost as if he had been speaking to himself.

“Not frequently.” Only constantly.

He searched her face for any trace of a lie and she knew with his experience, and intelligence he was likely to see the lie for what it was, if he did, he made no comment on the deception, allowing her this secret. And for that she was infinitely grateful.

He did not speak for a while the silence between them louder than the usual tranquility she was accustomed to when it came to the shadow-singer. Tonight, was different. Perhaps whatever happened in Illyria had put him on edge, at the verge of his control, because the silence between them was anything but serene.

“There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear. I suppose we should count ourselves lucky ours are the former.”  

“You get night-terrors too?” She guessed.

No hesitation. “Of course.”

It was hard to imagine such a strong and stoic man being capable of being rendered powerless by a mere dream, more likely he was trying to make her feel better about her weaknesses, for the fragility of her mind some days. She wondered if going mad might be easier, if she simply let it pull her under, perhaps she could finally get some much needed rest.  

Elain implored genuinely, “And how do you cope with them?” He took his time to ponder her words, carefully picking the ones he would use.

“I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.”    

“That seems inordinately sad.”

A soft chuckle, and then, “Never.” Pause. “Have you spoken to Feyre about your nightmares? From the look of your eyes, I am guessing she knows...”

“No, no... I do not wish to worry her, what with everything going on and all, it would be unfair. Anyway, it is all under control so there will be no need to lose sleep over it.” The god of Irony was looking down upon her she was sure. However, it was her best bet at making sure he did not seek Feyre out and tell her, so she would reason with him, certain he was aware of her sister's delicate condition.

"Mhm.” He fiddled with his rings. “Would you like me to do anything? I could bring you a sweat tea...” Azriel was looking around the room as if it would divulge all the answers to him, or mayhap to avoid looking at her. As the thought manifested, she considered how improper this was, how intimate this room was to her and even further still as she lay in short silk underthings with only a thin sheet covering her lean form.  

“I can wait for you to fall asleep before leaving, if you'd like?” Damn— She had not realized how long her musings had gone on for, taking her silence as a refusal he had persevered on.  

“Oh no, that's quite alright. I am sure I have a tonic around here Madja gifted me.” She refused to tell anyone she had ran out quite some weeks ago, believing she could regain control of her nightmares, perhaps that was ill-advised on her part. Continuing on, “Truly, I was not expecting such a rough sleep or I would have had some before laying to rest.”

A lie, regrettably. Elain felt a heap of shame envelop her but it was no more than she would feel at the look of pity she was sure to receive if anyone knew the truth of it.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Azriel was anything but at ease tonight himself, so at odds with his usually calm steady demeanor. He appeared to be contemplating his next words carefully but settled—

“Well should you need me at any point I'm in the West Wing. Day or Night.”

She offered him a appreciate smile, again it was out of kindness he offered, but it was no matter why as she knew with absolute certainty that she would never take him up on that offer. She watched him take his leave and some part of her rebelled and she murmured, “Oh, Azriel... I am glad you are back home.” A blush rose to the surface quick and hot.

He paused abruptly; his hand was paused wrapped around the doorknob and stayed so as if glued to it, though frustratingly, she could not make out his face with his back towards her, the air within the room seemed to vibrate over her skin, raising goosebumps along the length of her arms. The tension that he had been holding in since he arrived seemed to reach its crescendo, his shadows growing and rising higher up his body swiftly covering him as if safely tucking away whatever was eating away at him.  

She could not be certain as the shadows pooled around them and pulled the room deeper in to darkness but she caught the slight movement as he ducked his head in a nod, a poor attempt to acknowledge that he heard her.

Elain wasn't even sure if that was just her imagination playing tricks because as quickly as she could think it, he regained himself and pulled the door open wide and fast, causing a rush of air to flow over her cheeks, Azriel was through the doorway and a mere shadow before she could even blink.  

All that remained was the fading light from the halls as her door gradually closed on its own accord.

She would lay there for many hours to come, eventually falling back in to dreamland, though this time when she returned her thoughts were filled less of a frigid baren land and replaced by visions of dark mountains scattered with wild-flowers, gentle wind chimes sounding through the trees and a small but beautiful cabin lay ahead.  

Although the inky sky should have filled her with fear there was no such unease here, the shadows seemed blanket her, appeared to comfort her in this foreign land, welcoming her home, even though she was certain she had never visited such a place before.

Elain was not able to identify anything familiar but its presence loomed over her in a intimate embrace and the soft smell of roses soothed her soul and coxed her in to a deep sleep.

The respite would not remain so for long, as the cold abyss would return on her next sleep as the sun set beyond the hills, summoning her to the icy void where reality was far from her reach.

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[nerdy-talks]

Ok i have a couple of questions regarding the mangas you’ve read:

1.)for AoharuxMachinegun, what do you think of the last chapter? For me I didn’t like it bc it felt rushed especially how the blond dude and the green haired dude relationship problem got resolved. Also who do you ship from there?

2.)for Tokyo ghoul/re, what do think about the anime? A lot of Tokyo ghoul fans didn’t like the anime bc it detour away from the manga and the plot became odd… also what’s your thoughts on the manga and how it end?

3.)Black butler, what was your reaction when you found out that ciel has a twin brother? And what was your reaction when Agni ( the servant of the Indian prince) death? For me, everything was too much🥲… also what’s your thoughts on the anime?

4.)for Karneval, whose your favourite ship? Also I wish the English finish updating the manga bc the Japanese version is finish ad I’ve been waiting a long time for the translation.

5.)for vampire knight , ok so what’s your opinion on yuki, kaname, and zero weird ass and disappointing ending? Like I’m I the only one that was in disbelief that she chooses both of them and have kids with both them and that their children are lovers? Like why?

6.)for magi, what’s your thoughts on alibaba and morgianna relationship? For me I didn’t like how someone had to tell alibaba that morgiana likes him for him to start dating her. I don’t know it just didn’t seem fleshed out compare to morigana and hakyuu relationship.

7.)for Kiss him not me, did you see the side story with nanashima (blond haired dude) and shinomiya (brown haired dude that shows bottom vibes)? What’s your thoughts on it?

Ok that’s it! Sorry I wrote to long it’s just hard to find people who reads a lot of the same mangas as I’ve read.

Please don't apologize, anon! I genuinely appreciate your question(s), so thank you very much for sending this to me (:

Before I begin... Unfortunately, I have not finished/caught up with Magi or Kiss Him, Not Me! so I cannot properly answer those specific questions at this moment in time. So I seriously apologize for that ):

I also haven't caught up with the Karneval manga (I need to soooo badly, though!) But I have watched the anime a few times already. So I can at least answer that question lol

Karneval : I always liked Gareki X Nai in a "brotherly" sort of way. Like... the adorable little brother who unintentionally annoys their moody older brother lol And from what I've read (and watched), I do like Nai and Karoku together. But again, not in a "romantic" way. Note : Yogi is my favorite character <3

Aoharu X Machinegun : I wish this series was longer purely because I like it so much lol I didn't necessarily mind the last few chapters. But with any manga or story in general, I'm not a fan of rushed endings or rushed reconciliations. As far as ships... If Hotaru was not a minor, I would ship her with Matsuoka. I still do in an innocent/friendly way, but definitely not romantic. So honestly, I think I have to say Matsuoka and Yukimura. Note : Yukimura is my top favorite character :3

Tokyo Ghoul Re: : Overall, I really enjoyed the Tokyo Ghoul/Tokyo Ghoul Re: anime. But I definitely do wish they made Tokyo Ghoul Re: longer and stuck with the manga. The best way I can put it = I watched Tokyo Ghoul Re: before I read it, and I was a bit confused at certain parts because it was rushed and I felt like important information wasn't included. Which was confirmed after I read Tokyo Ghoul Re:. So in that regard... Yep, I prefer the manga. As far as how it ended, my one "complaint" is that I wish there was more solid information regarding Takizawa. Just leaving it at "his whereabouts are unknown" was very disappointing to me. He deserved better than that, in my opinion ^^"

Black Butler : I hope you don't mind, anon... but I'm gonna go on a little tangent here. I still love Black Butler and I always will, but I used to be a huge Black Butler fangirl back in the day (not the obnoxiously cringey kind, just the "silently fangirl irl and then go online to act out terribly OOC roleplays with close friends and write borderline trash fanfics" kind lol). So I have a lot to say, especially regarding the anime xD

When it was revealed that Ciel actually has a twin, a lot of things came together and made sense. Especially with different scenes that were depicted throughout the series. Like in Book of Circus/Noah's Arc Circus when "Ciel" was shown inside the cage, yet it looked like Ciel was also up on the altar being sacrificed. That's obviously just one example, but you get my point lol

Agni's death was sooooooo sad ): I liked Agni for several reasons, two of the biggest reasons being : 1. his utter devotion and extreme care for Soma and 2. The fact that Sebastian seemed to genuinely respect Agni. I mean... If you get a demon's respect, then I'm pretty sure you're golden haha xD But in all seriousness... The fact that Agni died protecting Soma really says it all. To borrow Sebastian's catchphrase : Agni was simply one Hell of a khansama </3

Regarding the anime : I really, truly wish they would make more seasons or OVAs or movies or something that follow the manga. I think Book of the Atlantic was animated beautifully, and I also loved Book of Circus and Book of Murder. Oh, and of course I loved the OG Black Butler, good ol' Season One. I remember there was a lot of controversy and hatred towards Season Two... But I honestly enjoyed it lol Yes, it did stray completely away from the manga and yes, it wasn't as good as the main storyline. But I felt a lot of feels when watching Season Two. I also had a lot of fun roleplaying with friends back then and writing fanfics and crack headcanons for Claude, Alois, and the others.

But yes... If I can have one wish, I would wish for more Black Butler in anime form that follows the manga c:

Vampire Knight : yeahhhhh..... Please excuse my language lovely anon and anyone else who may be reading this, but that is all kinds of fucked up, in my humble opinion lol I know people are into lots of different things, and that's great. Absolutely zero judgement here, you do whatever makes you happy. I also completely understand that Vampire Knight is a work of fiction, that Yuki and Kaname aren't real so they can't actually be related, and that the children Yuki had with Zero and Kaname are also fictional characters who don't exist in the real world so that makes their relationship non-existent. But come on, man.... Really? Why?? Lol

For context : I was probably around 14ish when I first started watching Vampire Knight. Yes, I'm an old geezer ;n; (not really, but I feel that way sometimes haha xD) It's a series I stumbled upon after I had finished Death Note, because I was looking for cheap anime DVDs I could purchase on Amazon. After reading the synopsis, I figured "why not". So for less than $10, I was able to pick up the first Volume of Vampire Knight (I own the complete collection of Vampire Knight and Vampire Knight Guilty on DVD, and there's a total of 6 Volumes/cases. If that doesn't make sense, please let me know and I'll just post a picture of them since that would probably be easier lol)

Anyway! Once it arrived, I got pulled into the story fairly quickly. That lead me to purchase the other DVDs until I slowly accumulated the entire series. In between, I had also started collecting the manga too. And even though it was quite a long time ago, I specifically remember ordering the boxset for the last part of the manga right before I finished the anime. Because I thought "I've enjoyed the anime so much, I need all of the manga too!"

But when I saw the scene where Kaname locks lips with Yuki, and it's revealed that they're siblings... The disappointment and disgust I felt was immeasurable xD

Personally, I preferred Yuki and Zero together anyway. But I would have been able to fully accept Kaname and Yuki ending up together.... Just... Why make them relatives?

Even though I own the manga, I honestly never finished reading it because of that. But I did read the wiki pages extensively and I certainly heard a fair share of rumors/spoilers lol (I actually heard the familial ties between Kaname and Yuki are even worse in the manga, so I'm kinda glad I didn't finish it) I know YukiXKaname's kid and YukiXZero's kid are a "thing", but didn't YukiXKaname's kid also have the hots for Zero at some point, too? I think I remember reading that somewhere before? Either way.... Not my cup of tea ^^"

Again, thank you so much for sending in this ask, anon! I really enjoyed replying to it, so please feel free to send more in-depth asks any time <3

[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 12:

All the girls had at least one bag in their hand. Momo had eight (some big but most of them medium sized that only contained one or two things each), Mina four, Hagakure two, Jirou one, Uraraka one, Tsuyu two, and Aoyama five. The only one without any bags was Bakugou since he hasn’t bought anything. So far— and he will rather die than admit it out loud— hanging out with his classmates wasn’t the most terrible thing that has happened to him these past three days. He was actually kinda having a good time.

"You should have come with us to get your nails painted too, Bakugou-kun" Hagakure placed an invisible hand on his shoulder where he saw some glittery blue polish.

"Yeah! I think a nice /green/ would look great on you" Uraraka smiled, giving a wink to Tsuyu who shook her head.

“Actually, I think Bakubabe would prefer a firetruck /red/ ” Mina nudged Jirou who gave her friend a knowing look.

"On the contrary, I believe a nice dark color like black or purple would suit Bakugou-san best" Momo suggested, oblivious to what her other friends were hinting at. "Perhaps Bakugou would like to join us on our next trip?" she turned to look at him and he looked back at her then the rest who were waiting for his answer like they were insane.

"But I won't be a girl then" he replied like they'd forgotten. 

"We know that, kero, but Bakugou-chan is fun when he is not yelling," Tsuyu responded, a finger to her cheek.

"You joining us again would be très bien, monsieur" Aoyama smiled over at him, wiggling his fingers in front of his face to show off simplistic french tipped fingernails. 

Bakugou didn't really respond but he did smile a little on the inside. Not that they needed to know that though.

The conversation was dropped to start another one about what they've bought so far, cuticle care (via Aoyama), and what they wanted to do tomorrow in their free day. That somehow turned into Momo recalling a restaurant she visited with her parents where the food was magnificent and that led to Bakugou claiming he can make the best damn breakfast they've ever had and Jirou challenging him to cook breakfast for them tomorrow to prove it. He agreed of course and the girls couldn't wait. They already knew Bakugou was a great cook but challenging him was always fun for both them and for Bakugou since he liked to prove he was the best.

After walking around for a bit, the girls decided that they wanted to go into a store that just recently opened. It was one similar to Victoria Secret that sold lingerie and other intimate clothing that Bakugou didn’t feel comfortable in so the blonde stayed outside on his phone. 

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki I'm seeing? Or do my eyes deceive me" Bakugou could practically hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping from the words. Looking up, he saw Emo Deku 2.0 walking over to where he was standing, the smug bastard. 

"Is that the human vibrator I'm seeing? Or is it just a big pile of dog shit" he countered back, baring his teeth up at the guy. Shindou Yo always rubbed him the wrong way and just the sound of his voice and that dumb way he patronized and looked down at him like he was better was enough to make his blood boil. He thought he’d seen the end of him after their provisional hero license exam when he was a first year and Shindou was a third year, but fate has a funny way of working and Bakugou seems to run into the guy more often than he'd like when he's out doing public service hero work or at internships. 

"No need for insults, Bakugou. I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I heard about what happened over at the agency but I didn't believe it. I mean, you /are/ supposed to be the best, right? So how on earth was I to believe that a small time thug got the upper hand on the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight?" Shindou tilted his head, looking down at Bakugou with fake curiosity and concern. "I could see I was mistaken though. Maybe you're just not as amazing as they say you are /just/ yet. That's okay though. It took me all three years at Ketsubutsu Academy to fully learn how to be a great hero but I guess some people need more time. It's okay being a late bloomer. Isn't that right, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was positively fuming and it took everything in him not to launch at him right then and there. He wasn't the same explosive boy from his first year that couldn't control his impulses. Besides, making him lose his composure is what that asshole wanted and he won't give him the satisfaction. He won't compromise his perfect record and possibly endanger someone by using his quirk in a public setting. Clenching his fist as hard as he could, he let the sparks threatening to ignite die in his palms.

"What? You've got nothing to say, Katsuki? How very unlike you" the black haired boy teased. It's been two years since Shindou Yo graduated from Ketsubutsu Academy High School and half a year since he's been working as a rookie pro hero. He was assigned to this mall by the agency he works at and imagine his surprise when he saw Bakugou just standing there in the open like that. Really, he just couldn't resist coming over and saying hi. The blonde was always so entertaining. 

"Pro-hero Grand! May we have your autograph?" a small girl and boy ran over to them, each holding a pen and notebook in their hands up to Shindou's face. The man's condescending smile changed into a friendly one at the flip of a switch. "Of course! It'd be an honor" he laughed and gave them both his signature. Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you for your support!" he waved them goodbye and the children waved back with a 'thank you', running off back to a woman who they guessed was their mother.

"Does it ever get tiring being a two-faced bitch?" Bakugou growled and Shindou turned back to him, letting out an amused laugh.

"See? There he is. Or should I say she now?" he made a thinking face and laughed when Bakugou audibly growled like a dog. "That's what I like about you, Bakugou. Always so feisty" he cooed before stepping a bit closer. Bakugou kept his ground so they were almost chest to chest, Bakugou glaring up at the guy because of his new height. If he was smaller by one or two inches before, he is now nearly half a foot shorter than the bastard. "You know, this look actually kinda suits you. It makes you look cute when you're angry so really I can't even take you seriously. Not that I did before, but now I get the sudden urge to hug you. Isn't that funny?" he smirked.

"Well take a good long look, perv, because I'll be turning back to normal tomorrow morning," Bakugou spat. Shindou looked genuinely confused for a split second and it made Bakugou get a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Tomorrow morning? Are you sure? Did Eraser tell you that?" the pro hero raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"What the hell are you getting at?" Bakugou frowned. 

"Oh nothing, don't mind me. If that's what your teacher said then it must be true" he shrugged.

"Is there something you're not telling me? If there is, spit it out already."

"Like I said, it's nothing. Anyway, I must be getting back to work. The streets don't keep themselves safe, you know?" Shindou smiled and turned to leave but Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, spinning him around to face him and gripping onto the black and gold top piece of his hero costume to pull him down to his eye level.

"Woah there Bakugou. Aren't we moving just a bit too fast?" the older of the two chuckled.

"Listen up, dumbass. I swear if there's something you're not telling me I'll—" he growled out before getting interrupted by a stern voice.

"Bakugou! What is going on here? Let go of him immediately" Iida stepped up to both of them. Midoriya, Todoroki, and the other three standing behind the tall, navy haired male were all ready to intervene if need be, Midoriya and Todoroki more so than the rest.

Bakugou unclenched his hands from Shindou's hero costume with a huff and Shindou smoothed it out with a throaty laugh.

"Thanks for that. Iida Tenya, right? Ingenium's younger brother?" Shindou smiled. 

The class rep nodded and answered 'yes, I am' before putting his hands together. "Pro-hero Grand," Iida gave a deep bow, "I apologize in advance for my classmate's despicable behavior. As class rep it is my responsibility to ensure everyone acts their best in order to better represent the name of U.A. My apologies again, sir!" Iida was practically yelling and it caused a few heads to turn their way in curiosity to what was happening, but they all looked away with a sharp glare from a certain ash blonde that basically told them to mind their own fucking business. "Is everything okay? Was Bakugou bothering you?"

Bakugou could have laughed. Of course they'd think that so he wasn’t even surprised.

"What?" Shindou laughed before the black haired hero began maneuvering the younger so that he had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and his other hand was holding one of Bakugou's wrists like they were the best of pals. "Oh no, not at all. Bakugou-kun and I were just talking about old times. I was giving him a few words of my experience so far and some advice as a pro hero" the male gave a bright smile. "What you saw just now was a new move Bakugou was demonstrating to me. There is no problem here, right Katsuki?"

"Whatever."

Midoriya's eyes flickered over to Kacchan. Honestly, he doesn't think that that was what happened at all. He thinks Shindou said or did something that made Bakugou react that way. He's known the blonde for a long time now and while his childhood friend might be a hot head, he wasn't the type to start fights without reason. Todoroki, Shoji, and Koda thought the same but didn't say anything. They didn’t get good vibes from Shindou either.

Todoroki didn't like the interaction between those two one bit and Izuku felt the need to go up and pull his Kacchan away from him.

"Well, that's a relief" Iida answered with a bit of hesitance. He was still a bit suspicious but let the matter slide.

"I hope to see you all out in the field in a few years. Work hard" Shindou said his goodbyes to all of them individually before turning to Bakugou. "It was nice bumping into you, Katsuki-chan. And I meant what I said earlier too. You look good" he winked and Bakugou growled. "Take care, guys" he smiled, waving goodbye. 

They all watched the hero go before Iida was turning to Bakugou. "What happened between you two, Bakugou?" he frowned and Bakugou grumbled.

"Nothin' that concerns any of you. Now quit buggin me."

Iida tried not to take offense. After a few years of being classmates, he should be used to the blonde's somewhat hostile way of speaking. “As you wish. Why were you alone? Where are the girls and Aoyama?” he asked.

“In the store” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Almost as if by magic, Bakugou’s group started walking out of the store, some carrying new small bags. 

“Deku-kun! Iida-kun!” Uraraka grinned, going up to them excitedly.

“Uraraka-san. It’s good to see you” Izuku smiled. The rest of them caught up before Iida started lecturing the girls about leaving Bakugou alone.

“I can take care of myself, four eyes!” he yelled but Iida paid no attention to him as he continued talking to the rest about what he saw happening with Bakugou and Shindou earlier to make a point about why we should all be in groups or in pairs at all times. Mina gasped loudly and Momo turned around to look at Bakugou with sympathy.

“Did he do something to you, Bakugou?" the pink girl was stomping over to him, a furious look on her face. "Where is he? I’ll beat him up I swear” Mina frowned, looking around to see if she can spot the black haired hero around. For his sake, he better pray she doesn't. Apparently she thought the same thing Midoriya did.

"Bakugou-kun! I am terribly sorry we left you alone. I should have known better and stayed behind with you. I am so sorry for your troubles" she apologized.

"Hah? Do you think I'm some type of damsel in distress now or something? It's fine, ponytail. Quit apologizing" he grumbled, looking away. “You too, Pinky.”

Momo gave him a soft smile and went in for a hug. She was sure he'd most likely push her off so when he didn't, she was very surprised. He didn't hug back but Momo didn't expect him to and she hugged him a bit tighter, the rest of the girls going in for a group hug as well. The boys were unsure what to do (even though some of them really wanted to join) so they stood to the side and watched how Bakugou started telling them to quit being "sentimental fucks" and let go already. They could tell he didn’t really mind it when he didn't immediately threaten to blow them up though.

Bakugou couldn’t wait until he went back to normal tomorrow.

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(the shindou and bakugou inspiration for this chapter was these two pieces of fanart!)

[whats-wild-to-you]

ALL IN (Jay Park fiction)

[Chapter 6]

When Realization Hits

Jay

... "If I had known you had such a short fuse, I would've never let you go near Kim!" ...

I replayed her words in my head over and over again. The way her voice sent chills down my spine. And then her eyes! She looked like she could kill me with her bare hands. How could a petite and sweet human being be so scary?

"Jay? Hey, are you even listening?"

"No, I'm sorry. I-"

"Okay, what is it? Or should I ask, who is it?" Chase knew about my dinner date, even if he was the only one who called it that. I had always referred to it as a business dinner.

"Was dinner that good, or...?"

"You think I've been like this since Friday? I'm not 12."

What Chase didn't know was where I had been this morning. Silently he waited for me to sort out my thoughts.

"I was with her earlier. She insisted on taking me to the deposition. It was a huge mistake!"

"What happened? Oh no! Did you cause any trouble?"

"No, although I should've. The way these dickheads were talking to Min Ah. Oh I would've loved to punch them in the nose!"

"But?"

"But she stopped me." I deliberately didn't mention how. Thinking back to how casually she had placed her hand on my thigh still made me quiver. I was certain that her hand on my thigh would leave a permanent mark on my skin.

"Wait! How did she stop you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh, no. It does! I've seen you getting riled up, and there's no stopping you. How did she do it?"

Without breaking eye contact, I walked over to Chase and placed my hand on his thigh. "Like this."

"Bold!"

Chase looked at me forcefully. No matter how hard I tried to hide it, for Chase, I was an open book.

"You liked it!"

"Shut up!"

"No, I won't. You did. You liked it that she calmed you down!"

"It doesn't matter anyway."

"Ah, she won't cross the line because you're her client? That makes sense, she seems very professional."

Silence spread over the room, and it wasn't until my phone rang that Chase exclaimed in delight. "I have an idea! Give me your phone."

"What are you doing?"

"I need Min Ah's number so I can call her and ask her to go get coffee with me. Don't worry, it's going to be strictly platonic." He added, when he saw that my expression had hardened.

"I don't see how that's going to help me!"

"Leave it to me." Chase answered, while dialing Min Ah's number on his phone. He only put the call on speaker after I gave him the death stare.

"Hello, Song Min Ah's assistant speaking. How may I help you?"

Slightly taken aback by the male voice answering, Chase stuttered when he spoke up. "Could I s-speak to Ms. Song please?"

"What's this about?"

"Something personal."

"You've reached Ms. Song's business number. That number is for business only." The assistant said as a matter of fact. In the distance we heard Min Ah talk.

"Just put her on the phone!"

"Hello?"

"Min Ah, it's me, Chase."

"Oh hey! How did you get this number?"

"Jaebeom."

"OMG, you didn't tell him who I am, did you?" I could practically feel the panic in her voice.

"No, I told him I needed some legal advice. Hey, listen, do you have time to go grab coffee?"

"Sure. Can I call you back? I'm kinda busy right now."

"Yeah, of course. Sorry for interrupting you. I'll talk to you later!"

Chase ended the call and looked at me. "Why doesn't she want me to know who she is?" I said in frustration.

At that, Chase's eyes lit up. "That's what I'm going to find out later."

Min Ah

"So, how's life been?" He asked, after taking a sip of his Iced Americano.

"Hectic. Boring."

I saw Chase genuinely questioning my sanity, so I elaborated.

"Work is hectic, but aside from work there's nothing going on in my life."

So, she's single. That's good.

"I'm sure it'll get better."

"You sound like my sister."

"How is Ji Hyun?"

"She's..... mad at you!"

"Still? But I apologized a million times. How's working with Jay like?"

"We don't really work together, you know!"

"Min Ah!"

"Chase..."

"You know he recognized you, right?" Chase initially didn't want to reveal Jay's secret but he saw that things between Jay and myself weren't speeding up.

"I wish you wouldn't have told me that." I sincerely replied.

So he's just playing with me!

"But I did. Listen, Min Ah, I've known Jay for a really long time. Since that day you went to his office, he hasn't been the same."

"That's crazy! We didn't know each other back in high school. I mean, I knew his name, but I'm pretty sure he had no idea who I was."

"He did! He knew your name, everything. He had a huge crush on you back in high school."

"Are you sure? Maybe you're mistaken?"

"He told me himself! Back then and over the years! You know he actually had only one relationship so far? I mean, the media and fans must think he's had dozens of girlfriends, but he's actually a monk."

"Chase..." I said apologetically not really keen on hearing about Jaebeom's love life.

"I know. I've already told him you're way too professional to allow yourself to start something with a client. But do you want to know what his response to that was? He said, and I quote, 'she's not going to be my lawyer forever!' "

"Do me a favor. Don't mention this conversation to him."

Chase grinned devilishly. "You got it!"

[yaimlight]

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader

Summary: For months now Shoto has been coming to the small café you work at, the two of you flirting and getting to know one another as you waiting for him to ask you out. With another visit due to end and the man still hasn't made his move you decide to take thing into your own hands.

A/N: I wasn't sure what to write today but as its almost Valentines day I though why the hell not get a little romantic and this is what happened.

Unlike what the title suggests there is no coffee in this. As far as I am concerned that dirt water can go straight down the drain where it belongs. You may then be asking yourself, why then, if I hate coffee so much is it in the titles and the simple answer to that darlings is that it sounds better. Tea and kisses just doesn't have the same ring to it. Any way, enough rambling, here is my fluffily little thing. Enjoy!

Shoto is staring, has been for a while and he knows he should stop but he can’t seem to get his eyes to move. He should be paying attention to Izuku, the man happily chatting away about his plans with Uraraka later that evening but his voice was just washing over him and blending into the background, Shoto’s eyes fixed on a point just beyond his friends left ear.

He watched you as you moved behind the counter intently, your smile bright as you spoke happily to the couple you were currently serving. You were beautiful. Well Shoto thought you were anyway. With your welcoming smile, bright eyes and friendly personality how could people think you were anything but?

You had started working here almost six months ago and Shoto had been taken by you from the start. You were always here whenever they came in, always greeting them white a wide smile and what felt like genuine happiness to see them.

As a result they came here often, the small cafe situated an equal distance between his and Izuku’s agencies. The food was good, the tea was freshly made and the service was always friendly regardless of who it was. None of that really matters though but Shoto was certain he would come back regardless of how good the place was, just as long as he got to see you.

You laughed at something the couple had said, your smile bright and infectious and though it wasn’t directed at him Shoto felt himself smiling softly, a warmth settling in his chest. He had made you laugh like that a few times and it alway left him smiling, feeling like he had accomplished something that day. Silly really, considering what he did for a living but it didn’t change the way he felt. He really did love it when you smiled.

The couple moved on, the cafe falling into a gentle calmness and Shoto became suddenly aware of the fact that Izuku was no longer talking. With effort he dragged his eyes back to his friend only to find him sipping at his tea and smiling knowingly. Shoto blushed at having been caught out, his eyes darting down to his cup as he picked it up. “Sorry,” he mumbled before taking a sip of his now lukewarm tea. He hadn’t seen Izuku in just over two weeks, both of them having been busy with a spate of robberies. He should be paying attention to his friend not staring creepily at a girl five years his junior that he didn’t stand a chance with.

“Don’t worry about it,” Izuku brushed his apology off, smiling across at him brightly. “Though I don’t understand why you haven’t asked her out yet,” Shoto almost choked on his tea, Izuku’s question catching him off guard. The greenet frowned, clearly concerned as he leant over to pat him on the back but Shoto waved him off, wiping off the tea he could feel dripping down his chin with a napkin. Feeling embarrassed he looked back up, his eyes automatically shifting to look behind Izuku and towards the counter but thankfully you weren't there to see him like this and some of the embarrassment eased. He already came off as awkward and stiff; he didn't want you thinking he was a complete disaster of a human being as well.

Izuku is still looking at him with concern when he finally manages to shift his gaze back to his friend and Shoto manages a small quirk of his lips that could pass as a smile in hopes of reassuring his friend. Izuku sighed loudly and clearly, not convinced by Shoto’s feeble attempt but went back to his tea anyway. Shoto followed suit, taking small sips and hoping that the direction the conversation had been going had suitably been derailed but as Izuku placed his cup down and looked up at him as if he was a particularly complete puzzle Shoto knew that today he was not going to be that lucky.

“I mean you have been coming here at least twice a week for the last five months, I just don’t understand what’s taking so long,” he prodded, still giving him that look and Shoto found himself sighing, his eyes once again moving past Izuku and back to the girl who had returned to her spot behind the counter. Uraraka had asked him the same thing last week and Yaoyorozu the week before when he had insisted on meeting her and Iida here for lunch instead of the fancy restaurant she had wanted to go to. He had given them all the same answer but he didn’t think it would work on Izuku. The man was perceptive, noticing more than people gave him credit for and Shoto knew that lying to him would just be a waste of both their time.

The truth was you made Shoto nervous.

Not in a bad way just, you were so bright and friendly, charismatic even, able to draw anyone in and make them feel at ease and well, that wasn’t Shoto. He was distant, cold and a little oblivious about social situations though he was a lot better than he had been as a teenager. He made people feel uncomfortable and though you had never seemed to mind his bluntness and aloof appearance he couldn’t see someone that outgoing being interested in someone like him. Then there was the age gap to think of. He already felt a little creepy every time he came in and found you with all your text books spread out over a table, pen between your teeth as you tried to make some sort of sense of your notes. You were just trying to put yourself through university and Shoto was being a weirdo who couldn’t keep his inappropriate feelings to himself.

Shoto’s biggest problem though was that despite every reason he shouldn’t he did actually think you wanted him to ask you out, he just didn’t know how.

There had been quite a few conversations over the months, especially when he stopped by after a late shift and the place was practically empty apart from the two of you. You spoke about everything and anything and Shoto felt like he truly knew you at this point so you would think it would have been easy for him to ask you out to dinner considering you had already spent so much time talking over steaming cups of tea and plates of sweet treats. There was just one problem.Shoto had never once asked anyone out on a date before.

His previous partners had always been the ones to approach him and all Shoto had to do was say yes or no. That had been fine, up until the point he wanted to be the one asking and he realised he didn’t know how to go about it. He had thought these things were supposed to get easier as you got older but his lack of experience was showing and it left him feeling like an awkward teenager again. Something that he really wasn’t enjoying.

Whenever he thinks about it, and he thinks about it an embarrassing amount for an adult, there just seem to be a lot of reasons why not to ask you out and with every chance to ask passing him by, Shoto was starting to think he would be better off just finding somewhere else to go on his breaks.

The girl next to you at the counter nudged your arm, whispering something into your ear and suddenly your eyes were snapping up to his, a wide smile spreading across your lips. You looked happy about catching him looking and despite knowing he shouldn't, Shoto finds himself smiling back. A genuine one this time and it just seems to make yours even brighter.

Suddenly all his reasons not to try don’t seem all that convincing any more.

Izuku’s amused huff of laughter snaps Shoto out of his thoughts, his smile faltering as his mismatched eyes go back to his friend. He’s giving him that knowing smile again and Shoto doesn’t know what to make of it but before he can ask Izuku is pushing up from his chair, pulling his jacket off the back of it and slipping it on. “We should probably start heading back. Could you get the drinks whilst I run to the restroom?” he jerked his thumb behind him towards the counter but before Shoto could offer to wait Izuku was gone, weaving through the tables and disappearing through a door in the corner.

He doesn’t panic, though he does entertain the idea of just leaving and texting Izuku later to apologise for his sudden departure. Maybe any other day he would have but his eyes automatically go back over to the counter, drawn back to you like you're surrounded by some sort of magnetic field. You're already looking at him, a determined glint in your eyes. You smile invitingly, making a come here gesture and Shoto finds himself on his feet before he really knows what’s happening, only just remembering to grab his jacket off the back of his chair at the last moment.

You watch him the whole time, your attention entirely focused on him and Shoto feels it like a weight on his chest, pressing in against his lungs and his rapidly beating heart. He’s nervous again, his palms sweating and the collar of his shirt feeling like it’s trying to strangle him. It’s infuriating. He has faced down villains, looked certain death in the eye and come out the other side yet the prospect of talking to a girl he likes terrifies him more than all that combined. He was a hero, a good one at that, he should be able to face these kinds of situations head on and confidently like he did his job but he was not very good with people or social interactions and his desire to do better was just making him worse.

His utter lack of people skills became apparent when he finally made it to the counter and just stood there awkwardly, staring at you and not saying a single word. You let out a small huff of amusement, your smile softening and just like all the times before you led the conversation, not seeming to be bothered by his incapability to talk around you. “Hey hot shot, you want your usual?” You kept your eyes on him, blindly reaching across for the takeaway cups as you waited for his answer. “Yes. Please,” the words come out awkward sounding, stilted and Shoto only just suppresses the urge to grimace. You nodded at him, your soft smile still in place as you grabbed the marker pen off the desk, already writing on the cup as you walked away from him.

Groaning Shoto let his head tip forward, staring down at his hands that lay flat against the wooden counter. The cafe wasn’t busy and there was no one else behind him in the queue, he should have taken the opportunity to talk to you, to make small talk about your school work or the weather. Anything would have been better than what had just happened. Maybe Bakugou was right and he should just give up. He couldn’t even get the words out to ask how you were, so how was he ever going to be able to ask you out on a date? “Don’t suppose I can tempt you to a kiss?”

Shoto’s eyes went wide, head snapping up at the familiar voice. “What?” he managed to choke out. You were smiling at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes that Shoto was weary off and yet somehow completely fascinated by. Slowly you leant forward, elbows resting on the counter. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips and Shoto just stood there, frozen to the spot and words failing him yet again as he watched the appendage leave your lips wet and glossy. “A kiss,” you said again, as if that made any more sense then your previous statement. You couldn’t mean an actual kiss, could you? Even he wasn’t that stupid to think that was what you were actually offering but the temptation was there, especially with you closer than you normally would be and your lips glistening, practically begging to feel his against them.

Your lips quivered in a smirk, your head tipping to the side slightly as you inclined your head towards the display case next to you. Shoto’s eyes flickered towards the display, despite how much he wanted to continue staring at your lips and imagining how they feel against his. The glass stand that sat in front of the cash register was full of little white chocolates, shaped like a teardrop but the rounded bottom flattened off and the whole thing lightly dusted with a red shimmer. A handwritten sign in front identified them as kisses and Shoto felt stupid for even thinking for a second that you had meant anything else. Of course you wouldn’t actually want to kiss him.

“It’s a lemon and rosemary shortbread base with a light and fluffy marshmallow topping, then the whole thing is dipped in white chocolate,” you rattled off, the description rolling off your tongue with a well practised ease that only came from having to say the same thing again and again. A part of Shoto deflates at the realisation that you had probably said the same thing a hundred times over to many different people, your opening line probably designed to get people's attention. It worked. You definitely had all of Shoto’s attention.

You shifted slightly and Shoto’s eyes instantly snapped back to you. You were still smiling, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you watched his reaction. “Sweet yet moreish, just like kisses,” you teased softly, your eyes dropping from his and Shoto would have sworn you were looking at his mouth. Were you flirting with him? Izuku and the others were insistent that you did flirt with him but Shoto had remained adamant that you were just being friendly, especially when it was just the two of you and there wasn’t anyone else for you to talk to. This definitely felt like flirting though and he wasn’t quite sure how to proceed from here.

He licked at his suddenly dried lips, your eyes sure enough tracking the movement. You were getting closer, one or both of them leaning forward and Shoto knew he shouldn’t but you were like a magnet, drawing him in and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop. His eyes stayed fixed on your mouth, your lips slightly parted and he couldn’t wait to feel them under his. His breath hitched, your eyelashes fluttering as you began to close your eyes, his own following suit as anticipation began to build inside of him. This was it, this was really happening. After all these months Shoto was finally going to kiss you.

Someone cleared their throat and Shoto jerked back at the sound, startled out of his trance. You groaned in annoyance, pushing yourself up straighter and turning to thank you smirking colleague as she took the two take away cups off of her. Shoto could feel himself blushing, his whole face and neck feeling like it was on fire. What had just happened? He had to be dreaming, still sitting at the table and fantasising about what could possibly happen because there wasn’t any other explanation for the almost kiss.

You placed the cups down in front of him, your own cheeks rosy as you spoke. “So would you like one? A kiss that is,” you looked up at him shyly, nibbling on her bottom lip as you gestured towards the display. “Yes,” he answered quickly, not sure if he meant the confection or an actual kiss. Your nervousness seems to ease at his rushed answer, your teeth finally letting go of your bottom lip as you went about getting him one of the confections. He retrieves his wallet, glad to be getting back to something normal even though he is feeling slightly dejected that the interaction is coming to an end. You seem to have other ideas, your hand curling over his as he goes to open the wallet.

Your hand is warm against his cold skin, feeling like a brand as you gently push his hand back towards him. “This ones on me,” you stated softly and Shoto found himself nodding, your hand slipping off his as he went to put his wallet back. They had brushed fingers before, delicate and fleeting moments that had always left him blushing and feeling both embarrassed and excited but there had never been anything like this. Purposeful and deliberate. It left Shoto’s hand tingling and his pulse racing, the blush that had been fading back in full force.

Unsure what to do next, Shoto started to pick everything up, placing the small bag on top of his cup before taking one cup in each hand. He nodded sharply at you before quickly tuning away and heading towards the door. He could hear your gentle laughter behind him, his blush deepening as his pace quickened. He felt like a teenager again, getting all flustered after talking to his crush, except he had never felt like that when he had been in his teens and that just left him feeling even more embarrassed by the whole exchange.

He found Izuku waiting for him out the front of the store, smiling at Shoto like he had just been named Japan's number one hero. Shoto quickly handed over the greennets cup, hoping to say a quick goodbye so he didn’t have to explain himself to his friend but Izuku just stood there grinning at him. “That looked intense,” he finally said and Shoto wanted nothing more than to spin on his heels and leave but Izuku was fast and he wouldn’t get far before he had caught up to him. “It was nothing,” he deadpanned, gently putting the small bag into his jacket pocket as he tried to regain his composure and brush the whole thing off in hopes that Izuku would drop it.

To his surprise Izuku laughed, shaking his head and smiling at Shoto fondly. “Look at your cup Sho,” green eyes darted down to it briefly before returning to Shoto’s, his grin just getting that much bigger. Frowning Shoto turned his cup round in his hands, staring down at the words scrawled across the side that he hadn’t even noticed had been there. ‘Hey hot shot, if you ever get bored of staring at me from across the cafe and want to try it across a table at a restaurant over dinner instead give me a call’. Shoto stared at the words, eyebrows furrowed and his heart slamming away in his chest. He reread it, then read it again as if it would somehow change or disappear but it didn’t, the black ink of your invite and phone number standing out against the white of the cup.

Slowly he turned to look through the large window and back at you. You were serving someone else now, a takeaway cup held in hand as you filled out the order but your eyes were on him, a wide smile across your tempting lips. As soon as you noticed he was looking you winked, smile getting just that much bigger as Shoto felt himself blush again and quickly snapped his head back round. Oh. So it had been flirting then.

Izuku laughed at him, patting him on the shoulder as he said goodbye and headed back towards his agency, wishing Shoto luck as he went. Shoto stole a quick glance back inside the cafe finding you busy talking to a customer but your smile was still wide, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes sparkling. You looked happy and Shoto felt a warmth in his chest at the fact he was part of the reason for that.

The walk back to the agency seemed both too long and not long enough as he tried to work out if it was too soon to see if you would like to go out for dinner tonight or if he should wait till the end of the week. The thought of waiting now he had her number and knew you were interested seemed unnecessary and pointless but he didn’t want to come off as too eager. Mina said that was unattractive in a man but then again she also said that the last five months had been a long time to court someone and though he hadn’t thought that was what had been happening maybe you did. And if so would you be disappointed if he left it any longer?

Deciding that he was done waiting, Shoto text you there and then as he waited for the lift up to his floor. Your reply came before he even made it to his desk and if he spent the whole afternoon smiling it was no one else’s business but his.

Shoto had a date and he couldn’t be happier.

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Name: Mikan Tsumiki

Age: 25

Do you like to cuddle?: y-yes!

Can we make-out?: w-well… if y-you w-want to…

A night in or dinner out?: oh, either is f-fine

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: b-both are good, but it’s ch-chilly in February… chocolate might b-be better

What makes you a good Valentine?: I… I don’t… I don’t know…. I’m sorry!

Would you cook for me?: y-yes!! I’m not the best at it b-but I like to cook!

Would you let me cook for you?: oh! Yes, if y-you wanted to!

Valentines Day Application || Still Accepting until Valentines Day.

@hxpelessnurse

Minato had only just started getting to know Mikan, and there was still much more about her to learn. But from what he knew so far, she was a very shy and soft-spoken kind of person, easily rattled about things and constantly worried she was doing something wrong when she wasn't from the number of times she had apologized to him for a simple misunderstanding that she thought, was her fault, when she never did anything in the first place.

Minato never judged her though, and he most certainly did not hate her or think she was annoying -- he genuinely wanted to get to know her for the person she was, and maybe, if possible, help her out with her self-confidence if he could. She was so much more than what she thought of herself, that much was clear. And her amazing, vast knowledge of medicine, treatments, and medical expertise, in general, proved that.

That was all he could really gather from the bits and pieces he knew about her. Valentine's day, sounded like a great opportunity to get to know her more. There were lots about her he didn't know, and he was hoping to change that, of course, it wouldn't come all at once considering how apprehensive she was to certain things, she probably had a reason for why she was like this.

The past often had a way of shaping people to how they would be, he knew from experience, as in his past, he wanted nothing to do with anyone, he never let anyone get close to him. Life back then for him, didn't really matter. It was his friends who changed him, helped shape him up to become the person he was today. And he wanted to do the same for her.

He was pretty surprised when he saw this waiting for him, but Minato was real glad to see it. He wasn't sure she'd want to go out with him again, but this told him otherwise, he was glad, and happily read each answer.

Despite not knowing her that much, he had to admit, she was very cute, and such thoughts of cuddles or a make-out with her did idly cross his mind a few times. But he was more focused on getting to know her properly first, that was the best thing to do first. Her comfort with him, was his top priority.

[{ 🦋 }] - "I have to admit, the thought of those first two are tempting, but I'd want to properly date you first."

They had a night out last time, but this would only be the second time they did something together, so he figured it would be much too soon to have a night in, though that was something he'd definitely be up for another time.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Maybe we can go see a movie? Maybe a mid-evening one. And then after the movie we can talk a walk through a park? I know a great open spot where we can see the moon and the stars."

Both chocolate covered strawberries and ice cream were both delicacies and he enjoyed both, but she had a good point, February was quite cold, even in Japan.

[{ 🦋 }] - "I love both too, but you're right. It has been pretty chilly this month, so the former sounds like a better choice."

Minato liked food in general, so he was open to trying her food, she didnt need to be some professional chef, he'd gladly try it if she wanted to cook.

When it came to the question about possibly made her a great Valentine, and as expected, she didn't sound too confident, but he gives his head a small shake and gives her a smile.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Tsumiki-San, I'm sure you're a great Valentine." He reassures her with a smile.

[{ 🦋 }] - "I'd be happy to cook for you sometime, I'm a pretty good cook actually. We'll have a great time Tsumiki-San, I'm looking forward to it!"