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[forthepleasureofmylife]

Paris

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[frost-queen]

The moment I knew // part 7 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: The social season goes on continuing with another ball. Yet this ball holds some surprises. Will it make a change for the better? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 8 & part 9 & part 10 ]

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Tewkesbury tapped his finger mindlessly against the hard glass. His mind somewhere else, vision unclear. The upmost bored expression on his face. He heard his grandmother tsk loud for him to change his posture. – “Sit up straight boy!” – she called out as the carriage took a turn, riding on a gravely road. When Tewkesbury wouldn’t move she revealed her fan, giving him a hard slap against the hand with it.

“Au!” – Tewkesbury snapped awake, startled by the sudden whip on his fingers. His grandmother hummed loudly with a glance that it was his own fault. He exhaled deep rubbing his poor fingers. He straightened his posture, leaning back against the fabric as the carriage toggled a bit. His grandmother gave him a look for off judgement. Tsking her tongue again.

Tewkesbury tilted his head slightly knowing she just had a comment burning on her tongue. – “It’s the third ball already. When are you going to show any REAL interest in a young woman.” – she emphasized on the matter of real. – “I sure hope you don’t thinking to form an alliance with that wild girl.”

Tewkesbury knew she was referring to Enola. – “She was quite nice to return my child back to me, but good heavens her features aren’t standard. She has a heart too wild. Marrying a girl like that will only give you trouble, I’ll give you that.” – she spoke glancing out of the window. The skies light dimming out. A greyness colouring all that was bright away for the night to take over.

Tewkesbury turned to look out of the window. Watching the street lights being lighted up with their bright fires. Two men standing on a ladder to give the lantern light. A couple walking arm in arm just passing them by. – “What about the season’s diamond? She isn’t the fairest…” – his grandmother brushed her skirt with her gloves.

“Whatever possessed the queen to chose her. No foul words to her majesty.” – she quickly added as if speaking ill of the queen would cause her harm. – “Yet, she would be a good match. Marrying the season’s diamond always hyphen’s up once’s status.”

Tewkesbury sighed deep as a sign of protest. He wasn’t at all interested in the season’s diamond. There was only one calling his heart, yet she no longer wishes to commit herself to him. Perhaps it was partly his fault. He still didn’t know what possessed him that faithful night at the first ball. He had been exciting all day eager to see you again. A year. An entire year he hadn’t seen you. Only making him yearn for your presence more. It was nice to have you around. His feelings still a bit unclear at that moment. In the beginning it was merely out of boredom.

That was how it all started at the opera. The moment he found a willingly victim to laugh with him. To make the dreadful opera bearable. At first he teased a lot. Playing in on the signals you were sending him. A young girl gushing over a boy. Probably the first boy around her age she had met. As girls at that age were, falling hopelessly in love with each boy that flashed them a smile. Then he started to get to know you better. See more sides of you.

It was perhaps then that he had already started to fall for you, yet it wasn’t known to him yet. A bundle of feelings he couldn’t name yet, tumbling in his stomach. Spiralling and tumbling. It became clear to him the moment you returned the acorn to him. That stupid thing he foolishly had given to you in exchange for his ring. His father’s ring he should’ve never parted from.

Holding the acorn in his hand and watching you dance with someone else made him realize what he was losing. How much nights he had wasted with not being near you. It had created a drift between the two of you. – “No foolish sauntering this time. I expect you to be married off by the end of the season. It is my dying wish.” – she had clasped her hands together, looking up to the ceiling. Tewkesbury scoffed silently.

“To have me out of the house.” – he mumbled to himself. – “What was that boy?” – she snapped at him. – “Nothing grandmother.” – he responded quickly avoiding her stern eyes. – “Thought so.” – she flapped out needing to have the last word. Tewkesbury turned to look out of the window again seeing how much the sky had darkened already. The blinding estate of the next ball coming up in sight.

You had followed your siblings inside. Hand on Anthony’s arm. He sighed loud upon entering. You quirked your lips teasingly up. – “Oh how dreadful it is.” – you acted out dramatically with the back of your hand against your forehead. Your little act made Anthony look at you, puzzled. – “Another ball I have to keep my sisters save from. God forbid they find a match and leave from under my wings.” – you added sounding as silly as you could.

Anthony stared in shock at you as Francesca laughed loud. – “It isn’t funny.” – Anthony told you sternly. It made you press your lips together to withhold yourself from laughing at him. – “Oh come on Anthony.” – Benedict pitched in grabbing him by the shoulder. – “I thought Y/n did a great performance of you.” – he chuckled afterwards squeezing his fingers in Anthony’s shoulder. You let go of him arm, standing in front of him to curtsy as if being applauded.

Anthony brushed Benedict’s hand off him with annoyance. – “Poor Anthony being so teased by his younger siblings.” – Colin interfered wanting to have a say in it. Anthony turned to look at Mother. Violet tried her best to hide her smile, yet failed miserably. To Anthony’s annoyance as he stormed off. – “Oh Anthony don’t be so… it was a mere tease.” – Violet called out going after him.

Benedict came to your side, holding his palm up to you. You pressed your palm against him, snickering at your own tease. Arms locked in you followed mother who tried to reach Anthony. Anthony took halt by a set of vases. Half filled with flowers and peacock feathers. Francesca came running up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. – “You are so easily teased.” – she said with a smile. Anthony looked up to the ceiling not wanting to give in, but when you joined her.

Wrapping your arms around him at his other side, he couldn’t withhold himself anymore. Holding both of you for a warmful hug. The moment was ruined when Benedict decided to join in from behind, giving him a good squeeze. Nearly making him fall forwards. He nudged his elbow back at Benedict to get him off his back. Benedict let go of him, winking at you. Benedict stretched out making Anthony roll his eyes at him.

“I thought you had learned manner yet.” – Anthony spoke. Benedict lowered his arms from stretching up. – “Oh brother you must know me.” – he chuckled out giving him a hard slap against his back. A gentleman came over around Colin’s age. He invited him for a game of cards. Colin accepted dragging Benedict with him.

You stood with Francesca and mama, watching the dancers. A girl you had met before once came running over. – “They have peacocks in the garden!” – she called out unable to control her enthusiasm. Francesca and you looked at each other with delight and shock. – “Girls!” – Mama called out the moment the two of you started to run. Wanting to get to the gardens and see a peacock for real. – “Oh I wish it would open it’s feathers.” – Francesca huffed out pressing herself between people to get across.

Holding onto her hand tightly, you were behind her, trying to squeeze through those your sister just went passed. You were near the glass doors that lead up to the stone pedestal with steps downwards into the gardens. Many people wished to gaze upon the peacocks to be found in the garden. Francesca and you came to a brief halt as you locked eyes with a certain girl on your right.

The one who had danced with Tewkesbury. Her expression neutral. She went on going through the glass doors as Francesca followed taking the doors on the left. You had remained still, allowing your hand to slip out of hers as she got swept up in the crowd. Somehow the moment seemed ruined. No longer you contained any excitement for the animals. Moving a bit backwards, you went back further in.

Yet you didn’t wish to return to your mother who was clearly searching for Francesca and you. Neither did you wish to return to your brothers. Not even being allowed in the rooms where they played cards and gambled on the side. It was a secret, a hush-hush but everybody knew about it anyways. You decided to leave the ballroom for what it was. The music fading out when you went into the corridor. Most of the doors were closed. Others were open.

A group of people chattering and laughing loud with drinks in their hands. You passed them all feeling no need of entering a room full of strangers without the presence of your brothers. By the end of the corridor you were intrigued by a door partly opened. Not enough to peer inside, but wide enough to see a warmth glow come from inside of it. You neared the door staring through the creak to have a look inside.

Eyes widening at the sight of Tewkesbury. You gasped loud when he suddenly turned around spotting you. It had startled you, making you bump your shoulder against the door and trying to make a run for it. Tewkesbury hastened himself to the door, opening it more. – “Y/n!” – he called out. It made you stop. – “I mean Miss Y/n.” – he corrected himself. You took a step forwards not sure if you wanted to be around him. A second step was impossible as you felt a force keep you in place by your skirt.

Looking over your shoulder down, you saw Tewkesbury’s grip on your skirt. Your gaze went up to meet his. Full of sadness his eyes were. Perhaps yours were too. – “Please…” – he whispered, a hush almost unheard. Taking a deep breath, your shoulders slouched down. Unspoken you followed him back into the room, not sure why you did. The room was not that grand. Rather small. An armchair and small table positioned in the room.

White curtains with patterns on them. Here and there some trinkets. You went to sit down on the armchair, hands folded in your skirt. Tewkesbury stood up straight looking down at a small table. It contained a perfume bottle and a fan. It felt weird. Awkward to say the least. As if you were strangers again. Tewkesbury cleared his throat picking up the perfume bottle. You turned your head to look around the room.

Tewkesbury leaned forwards trying to sniff the smell. Accidently spraying in his face. He coughed loud, waving a hand in front of his face. Setting the perfume bottle back. – “I saw that girl head outside to see the peacocks.” – you said having the urge to cut through the silence. – “Enola.” – Tewkesbury replied as it made you hum confused.

“Oh…” – hearing him say her name made you turn your head away. It felt strange. Strange how your heart still yearned for him. Even in this moment. You wanted to run over to him, leap in his arms and hear him say how much he wants you. Tewkesbury understood the notion of your reaction, looking down at the table. He picked up the fan to occupy himself. – “Where is your suitor?” – he asked. You hummed confused looking up to him. Tewkesbury looked back at you opening the fan with a smooth movement.

It made you blink startled. – “That boy you danced with.” – Tewkesbury flapped the fan at himself keeping his eyes on you. – “I’m sure he has proposed by now.” – He went on unable to stop himself from yearning for you. For hoping you’d contradict his words. As a response you snorted loud. It made him curl up a smile not fully understanding what was this amusingly. – “I’ve danced with him once. Let’s not get too far ahead.” – you responded with a smile.

Tewkesbury’s smile got brighter feeling the tense atmosphere from before falter. – “Besides he’s not a prince.” – you added with a smile. – “Or a Viscount.” – Tewkesbury whispered out of ears reach. – “Enola seems nice.” – you told him. Tewkesbury flashed the fan in front of him again near his cheek. To you unknown, but to him full of words.

“She’s a terrible dancer.” – he commented making you laugh. – “Laugh all you want, I have the bruised toes to speak for me.” – he added as you started to laugh even harder. Hearing your laugh made him smile widely. In this moment it felt like heaven to him. He drew the fan down his cheek again to you. – “What are you doing?” – you questioned seeing it was the third time he had performed it. – “Fanning.” – he responded with a cheeky smile. – “It is hardly warm here… unless you are doing something else…” – you answered.

“Nothing else.” – he muttered out, looking away. Having a sense of time, you got up. Tewkesbury hasting him to your side. – “My siblings must wonder where I am.” – you spoke hearing your heart thump louder in his presence. – “Of course.” – he answered staring smitten down at you. You wanted to open the door as Tewkesbury was ahead of you. Opening it for you and allowing you to walk out. You went on, looking briefly over your shoulder back to him.

Unable to hide the fact you still much desired him. Your plans of marrying him still present, never buried away. You entered the ballroom once more. You watched a few more dances with mama at your side. Then there was a sudden announcement. Maken everyone hasten outside. The sky full dark now. Starless and cloudless. A blank canvas ready to be painted in with delights.

You neared the already standing crowd. Mama spotted Francesca going over to her. Not far from her you noticed Enola. Getting on the tips of your toes, you couldn’t help but see if Tewkesbury was near her. A part of you hoping he wasn’t. Your brothers were coming outside too, laughing loud. Colin holding a little sack in his hands. Probably the coins he had won with gambling.

They were getting behind some people to wait for what was to come. Setting your heels back down, you felt a presence near your right. Slowly letting your gaze go to your right to see who it was. Your heart leaped, expression softening when he stood beside you. Tewkesbury. Staring right back at you. Half a smile on his lips.

A whistle went off followed by a loud blow. It startled you and Tewkesbury as the night sky busted with colours. First a bright red. Then a bright blue. Tewkesbury and you looked up to the sky as the fireworks exploded. Bright yellow, green and red filled the night sky. Colours popping in the air. People were pointing and reacting startled with laughter.

You were amazed by the colours, watching them with excitement. A gentle nudge against your knuckles made you dim your enthusiasm. Trying to figure out what it was doing to you. Another nudge against the back of your hand. Pressing gently against your hand. A tingle went up your spine as you continued to watch the fireworks.

Slowly turning your palm and stretching your fingers out. Fingers glided over yours as they caught your hand. Another firework popped as the green colours reflected on your faces. Two hands intertwined for no one to see. Standing together in a heaven of bright colours.

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[six-eyed-samurai]

I succumbed to temptation and wrote a lil something for our Geto Junior and big bro Suguru-nii once more...

"Hey, Satoru, can I ask a question?"

"Make it quick, I'm grinding right now." Gojo's fingers smacked the phone so hard and so many times it was a miracle it hadn't broken... but seeing how rich he was he'd probably replace it within a day with a newer, better model. "SHOO, TJ UNDERSCORE 010, THAT WAS MY KILL!"

Geto pinches the bridge of his nose. "Does my hair really look that weird?"

"HAR?!"

Gojo actually slams down his phone. Geto breathes a sigh of relief; it can't be that bad if Gojo is stunned he's asking the question, right? Maybe those bangs weren't as bad of a decision as he had thought yesterday.

"HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Never mind.

Geto threw a cushion off the couch at him, ears reddening against his will. "Stop laughing! What's wrong with them, boke?"

"Everything! Shoko told me not to say anything because it'd be embarrassing if you thought they were cool, but if you're asking...ha! Hahahaha! Who told you they were ugly?" Gojo pounded his fist on the floor, writing around like a gasping fish full of mirth.

"Mhm..."

***

The day before..:

"AAAAH! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Your house?" Geto self-consciously reaches a hand to his hair. What on earth had gotten into his brother, digging his head under the pillow and yelling blue murder? Granted, kids at this age of not yet double digits were kinda...yeah, but he'd never seen him act this way before, throwing a literal fit the moment he opened the door. "Are you - are you mad at me for going out without you or something? I already told you I was just going to the salon, you would've been bored, and I thought that show you were watching only airs at 2."

The younger kid's mouth fell open and hung there, suspicion and terror immediately creeping into his widened eyes. "How do you know all that, you imposter! You must've been spying on Suguru-nii! Stop pretending to be him!"

Is he seriously continuing the spy game from this morning?

Geto plopped himself down next to him on the couch, throwing off the pillow and grabbing his legs before his idiot brother could roll off and away; he clapped a hand over his mouth, causing the boy to cease his accusing mumbles of trying to take the "real Suguru-nii's place". If eye rolling was a sport Geto would've won gold, silver and bronze.

"First off, I'm not an imposter, and second, stop squirming around. And don't you lick my hand."

"It was one time! When I was five!" His eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Wait, how do you know that? I'm calling my mom, you fake Suguru!"

Geto actually slapped a hand to his forehead. "Because I AM the real Suguru, idiot!"

"Huh? But the real Suguru wouldn't have gotten such ugly bangs!" The kid wailed in reply.

"..." Unbelievabe. Geto could hear his pride, dignity and all self confidence shattering into a million pieces. "Say that again, you little punk."

"It's true! Suguru-nii is super cool! He wouldn't get this kinda haircut on purpose!" He gasped, nearly falling off Suguru's legs, where he was currently being held hostage. "Someone must have - uh - uh - mailed black him!"

"Blackmail? No, what - what - I got this haircut myself?" Geto groaned loudly, letting his head fall back and tilt towards the ceiling. "How can it be so bad you think I'm an imposter?!"

"It is! And the only way to prove you're the real Suguru is...tell me something only the real Suguru will know!" This kid and his demands...

Geto pretended to think hard, tapping his free hand that wasn't locking his brother in place on his chin. "Well, let's see, remember that time you told everyone you were a big kid and you could sleep without a mattress protector now? And that night you immediately wet the bed even though I told you to go use the bathroom before sleeping? And you made me promise not to tell mom and dad?"

"And it was all because you thought there was a cockroach in your room?" Geto continued, smirking at his brother's crestfallen expression. He began to secretly inch his fingers closer towards his side, preparing for an attack. "Then the next few nights you kept barging into mine to sleep because you were too scared to be alone?"

He gasped. "No, I didn't! I only slept in your room because you took my- HAHAHAHA, STOP! STOP, PLEASE!"

"Never."

Geto couldn't help but chuckle as he went on flattening his baby brother into a pancake on the sofa, digging tickling fingers into all his weak spots and stirring up a racket shrill enough to annoy the neighbours. His brother's writhing and futile attempts to get away were all literally quashed by Geto's irritatingly long limbs.

"STOP! ST-ST-STOP, I'M BE-GI-GIN-GING YOU! O - O - OKAY, OKAY, YOU'RE THE REAL SUGURU! BECAUSE ON - ONLY - ONLY SUGURU-NII IS THIS MEAN TO ME!"

"I'm hurt," Geto whined, finally lifting himself off his squealing younger brother. "Just because my hair's ugly, why wouldn't I be the real Suguru?"

His brother scrunches up his nose in thought, trying to come up with ways to appease Geto and avoid another tickle attack. "Hmmm...you do sound like him and act like him, so you are Suguru! My bad!"

"Dummy." Geto fondly pulls at the kid's own hair. "You gotta stop playing Among Us."

***

"You do sound like him and act like him, so you are Suguru!"

But whoever was using his body wasn't Suguru. Not for the first time he wondered if this was the wisest of decisions, aligning himself with that... entity, despite his desperate sisters Mimi-chan and Nana-chan's attempts to stop him, bring him back, pleading there was a better way to avenge Geto. Regretfully he had to go as far as to disappearing without a trace or a word to Jujutsu High, where they'd have no way to find him.

It was all for a good cause.

A very good, good cause.

To kill Gojo Satoru.

A thought crosses his mind as he fakes a smile at Fushiguro and Itadori, coughing out a fairly convincing boisterous laugh. Kind of ironic now I'm the one playing imposter as well.

[crazystargirl]

jealous? i don't get jealous! ♥

NONE OF THESE LINKS BELOW ARE UPDATED!

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt.3

pairing ♥: spider soccoro x reader, spider soccoro x human!reader, jealous!spider soccoro x reader

word count ♥: 0.6k!

author's note ♥: i'm so sorry this took so long to write, but here is part 2! i took a bit of a hiatus but im back, i'll still be a bit inactive but i promise i'm writing, and currently working on some requests!

When you guys reached the girls, Tuk ran up and gave you both bug hugs.

"Y/n/n!!! I missed you so much!"

"So did I Tuk, hey Kiri!!"

When you got out of Tuk's death grip, you made your way to Kiri and gave her a hug. Spider watched as he gave a hug to Tuk. You came back to him and started to drag him to go greet Neytiri and Jake. 

"Y/n/n…do I have to go greet Neytiri?"

"You skxawng!!! Of course you fucking do, for Eywas sake! Honestly Spider I thought you had more manners than this"

Spider looked down at the ground, embarrassed. You notice this and lift his head up, even though you're shorter, to have him look into your eyes.

"Spider…I was joking, but I'm also serious about greeting Neytiri and Jake."

"I know y/n and I'm sorry for trying to avoid it"

Spider gives you a hug and kisses you on the head, you guys stay like that for a bit until you hear a voice.

"Love birdssssss"

You guys hear Tuk purposely drag out the word and pull away, embarrassed. You take Spider’s hand and start to take him to greet Jake and Neytiri. When you guys reach them, you exchange your hellos and you can't help but notice not only Spider is stiff but Neytiri is too. Jake seems to notice this and shrugs at you.  

You four stood there in an awkward silence until Tuk comes running up to Neytiri

"Mommmmmm!!! My feet are hurting and Lo’ak keeps annoying me!"

"Lo’ak! Stop bothering your sister and don't worry Tuk, we're leaving soon" Jake says, looking in the direction of the other Sully kids

"Alright since we’re obviously not hiking up there i think how are we gonna get up there?" you asked confused

All at once everyone opened their mouths to speak which caused a jumbled conversation and a very confused you

Neteyam leaned over while everyone was talking and told you that they'd be riding the ikran to get up there.

"Wait if we're riding ikran whose going with who? I know all of yall except Tuk have your own so who will me and Spider be riding with?"

"I can take y/n!" Lo’ak said from out of nowhere

"Alright if you’re taking y/n then Neteyam take Spider…alright yeah let's grab our stuff and go" Jake said looking around 

After everyone got their stuff loaded onto the ikrans, you mounted it with the help of Jake since there was no way you'd be able to get on it without some help

"Alright let's hope we can get there before sunset at least"

After not even 5 minutes of flying, you got bored. Lo’ak was fidgeting not making any conversation so unless you were going to yell to talk to Spider, there wasn't anything to do.

"You ok? You're awfully quiet and your fidgeting." you asked Lo’ak after anothef 5 minutes had passed

"Huh? Oh uh yeah I'm fine…just thinking"

"You mind me asking about what?

"Uh ummm"

"HEY Y/N/N!" You both whipped your heads around to see Neteyam and Spider 

"What's upp?" you yelled back since it was hard to hear each other over the wind

"You just seem a bit tense! You good?"

"Yeah and so do you spider boy!"

You and Neteyam laugh as Spider sticks his tongue out but of course it hits the exopack

"Ewww spider! You just licked the exopack" you yell, bursting into laughter at his disgusted face

Neteyam watched as you laughed and saw Lo’ak and Spider looking at you with the same kind of happiness.

Oh my Eywa, you were caught in a love triangle and you didn't even know it!

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[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Eight

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. boring chapter (I swear the next one is better), Stu being an idiot, Billy being an idiot, Billy in love, mention of Sidney’s attack}

Part Seven | Part Nine || Word Count ~ 1.07k words

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There was no doubt about it anymore. Billy was completely in love with you. It was like a sickness, spreading from his heart to his head, poisoning his mind. After that night when you’d shown that you were truly as messed up as they were, Stu and Billy had been spending as much time as they could with you.

It was because of this that you were currently smiling to yourself, still riding the high of the other night. The school had been buzzing with fear and anticipation of who the next murder would be. The boys had filled you in on their plan and you had to laugh every time you thought about it. They had no idea what was coming.

Lunch was fairly uneventful, and Sidney didn’t seem to notice the fact that Billy kept scooting the two of them closer to you. Stu, being his usual touchy self had been practically attached to you at the hip, and Tatum didn’t even care. Randy was going off about some new movie he’d seen a thousand times already, and for a moment everything seemed almost normal.

Normal, at least until the bell for fourth period rang and Billy jumped up to walk with you a little too quickly, drawing a strange look from Sid. She shook her head and moved on, interlocking hands with Tatum and leading her to their math class.

You laughed to yourself. “You realize that in order for your plan to work, you have to make sure Sid doesn’t break up with you first, right?”

“She‘s too caught up with her attack last night to even notice,” Billy rolled your eyes.

“She was attacked last night!?” You hissed out the question. For a moment Billy wondered why you didn’t say something more along the lines of ‘you attacked her last night?’ But then he realized that you were just being more careful than him and smarter than him in case anyone was listening.

Billy nodded hesitantly, not knowing where this conversation was going.

“You guys are moving faster than I thought you were. What’s next?”

He shrugged. “I figured that if she gets attacked in the bathroom, school would get cancelled and Stu would throw a party. And that’s where we’d… well you know.” He cast a furtive glance around them.

You hit him. “Stop being so loud! So what, you want me to do it? Since you can’t go into the bathroom?”

Billy shook his head and scoffed at you right as Stu came up behind the two of you, draping an arm around both of your shoulders. “Watcha talking about?”

You shrugged. “We’re just discussing Billy’s brilliant plan to sneak into the girls’ bathroom after Sidney.”

“Billy,” Stu looked affronted. “You can’t just do that. There’s rules, you know. And they might scream if they see you.”

You nodded happily, proud that Stu had taken your side.

“I actually have a better idea,” the gleam in Billy’s eyes scared you, and you hesitantly looked towards Stu for reassurance. You were rewarded with the same look from him. Clearly he’d caught on faster than you had.

*divider (this is the best divider guys)*

Crushed into the tiny bathroom stall, the wall at your back and Stu at your front, you grumbled about the “plan” for the thousandth time. “No one is going to buy it, Stu,” you whisper-yelled, but you couldn’t fight off the shiver that sprinted down your spine at the lack of space between the two of you.

“We don’t have to do anything, Val. It’s just a cover.”

You shrugged. “You have a girlfriend for now and you want to be on your best behavior for what comes next.” You winked.

Stu smiled down at you mischievously. “Don’t worry, I’ll won’t get distracted.”

“I’m more worried about you getting carried away,” you snorted, shoving his shoulder as best you could in the tiny space.

You heard the door open and then two stall doors slammed shut. A discussion about Sidney faking the whole thing ensued and you pressed your hand against Stu’s mouth. He batted it away and cocked his head questioningly. You nodded and leaned up to meet his lips. It’s all part of the plan. His fingers were tangled in your hair and he bit your bottom lip, clearly trying to sell the act. Selling it to you or the people outside?

You heard the door open again, and peeked through the crack in the stall. Once you saw that it was Sidney, you tapped Stu’s shoulder twice.

“You’re pathetic,” one of the girls from earlier said with a lilting tone. You could hear as they exited the bathroom, and then Sidney leaving her stall. Stu pulled away, and you couldn’t help the disappointment shining in your eyes. You watched as Stu changed into the Ghostface robe and slipped the mask on, and then waited for Billy to whisper Sid’s name through the vents. (You’d laughed out loud when they’d told you this part of the plan.)

But you could see through the stall that it was working and Sidney was looking around frantically. You saw her get down on the ground to look under the stalls and you gestured for Stu to stand up on the toilet seat lid with you.

He waited another beat until he stepped slowly off of the lid, his cloak coming down next. Another moment and he burst out of the stall, lunging for her. You cringed when you heard a literal sink fall off of the wall. You heard her run out of the bathroom and quickly made your way towards Stu, practically ripping off his robe and mask.

“Damn, girl. If only you were always this eager to get my clothes off.”

“Shut up. We can’t let anyone see you like this.”

“Like what? Hot and steamy?”

“If you don’t shut your mouth I’m gonna cut your fucking tongue out.”

“Hmmm,” Stu winked. “Feisty.”

You glared at him, finally able to stuff the costume in your backpack and rush out of the bathroom right as the the intercoms came on, announcing the new curfew and cancellation of school.

You and Stu grinned at each other, the adrenaline rush of what was to come coursing through both your veins.

He swung an arm around your shoulder, whispering the next words right next to your ear. “Show time.”

[bowandcurtsey]

congrats on 1.7k!

i was wondering if you could to Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Iwaizumi Hajime w/ a Gn! reader whos not easily flustered with a Royal au where the boys are princes and the reader is the royal librarian? (no specific trope in mind but you can add one if you wish :3)

hope you have a wonderful day/night!

p.s. love your writing 💕 keep up the amazing work!

{1700 event}

Helluuu Ryker, firstly apologies on the spam of the reblogs because ze cat was on the keyboard while I was away. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Next, thank you for sending your request in and I'm happy that you love my writing huehue o(≧▽≦)o

Lastly, I'm sorry that you had to wait so long for this! But here it is, happy 2023!

AU: royal AU Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Iwaizumi x gn! reader

Hinata Shoyo

Hinata came in one day, looking for a book on anatomy. His "boke" friend, Prince Kageyama told him he needed to know how a human body works in order to play volleyball well.

So, he asked you to find the books for him. And you were just so unfazed and chatty with him, it felt like a friend instead of a subordinate.

And my, did you know a lot about the books, Hinata found himself being fascinated about the library and it's books instead.

Once Hinata fixates on something, he'll be full on focused. He came daily, asking you to show and recommend more books of different variety. Some had different types of paper, some had hard covers, some were read from right to left, up to down. The books itself had a story and they all held different knowledge within them.

Hinata thought that you were super smart. You seemed to know about every book in the royal library, while hinata would doze off once he started reading a boring book.

Hinata enjoyed spending his time with you because firstly, it felt like he didn't need to read the book to know what it's about. you would tell the story in such a fascinating way anyway. And secondly, you didn't treat him like the royal prince. For once, he didn't feel lonely in the castle, and had a companion with him.

It was as though you could talk about any topic under the sun. Once, he invited his friends over and they were all very amazed by you, which made Hinata swell with pride.

"y/n's our trusty librarian with superpowers! They know so much!" he exclaimed proudly.

Hinata has always been a happy go lucky boy, and he lived his days from day to day, making everyday to the fullest. Thus, he seldom sat down to think about what you really meant to him. He only knew that he was looking forward to see you everyday.

Until one day you were scheduled to leave the royal library. And Hinata straight out refused. "NO! you can't move y/n out of the royal castle!!"

And when the queen asked why, Hinata found himself thinking. For once he thought about what you really meant to him. He thought all night about it.

He thought about not being able to see you anymore, to chat with you anymore, and that made him really upset. He wanted to bring you to many places on your day off, show you many more things in the royal castle.

Hinata ran. Ran to the library to grab you, and dragged you half way across the castle to meet the queen.

"MOM! I'M MARRYING Y/N!!"

The rest was history.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama hated books. He hated reading. He was forced every single time he went to the library.

In order to encourage him to read books more often, she hired you, a librarian plus someone to read with him and discuss the books' contents.

Initially he was cool and quiet. He just sat there to read and sometimes you could tell he was dozing off. But you were chirpy and jovial, and you kept asking him random questions like how was his day, what did he eat, what was the rest of the castle like.. Slowly you asked him about the genre of books he liked and you started introducing books to him.

You realised he like books that weren't too draggy, some that had shorter storyline, books that captivated it's reader with every page.

Tobio found himself not dreading to go to the library daily now. Sometimes when you found the right book for him, he even brought the book out of the library, so he could read whenever he had free time.

Afterwards, Kageyama was representing the country to play volleyball, there was a lot of pressure on him, seeing that he was the prince of the country, he had to work extra hard to ensure he performed well in every game.

The queen cut down his daily library sessions to a few times per week. But because you always found good books for him and that he kinda enjoyed reading now, he always looked forward to library days, so he could share with you about the book he was reading.

somehow, he was also looking forward to sharing about his day and his life with you. From a librarian, you became his confidant and his friend.

Similar to Hinata, when he turned 18 and the king and queen started introducing partners to him, but soon, he realised he didn't want to be with those princesses / princes and neither could he see himself being with anyone else other than you.

Tobio was a straightforward boy, so he just told his mom one night: "I want to marry y/n in the future."

The queen knew that once this boy was set on something, he was never going to change his mind. You were a lovely person anyway, so the queen had no complains.

He asked for your hand on your 18th birthday.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Oikawa had his eyes set on you the moment he met you. He dragged his brother, Iwaizumi to the library everyday "to do work" so he could chat with you.

He tried all ways to flirt with you; pick up lines, gifts, flowers, chatting with you, everything to get your attention.

But you were so unfazed and your nonchalant reaction always made Iwaizumi laugh at Oikawa.

One day, Oikawa officially confessed to you, asking for your hand. Nobody could understand where did Oikawa find courage to do so, but he really made an entire event out of it.

You had no choice but to apologise to Oikawa and reject him. You told him that you already had someone else in mind. But you refused to tell him who.

Somehow, Iwaizumi was curious to find out who was the person you had your eyes set on. Oikawa has never been rejected in his life, people usually drool and faze over Oikawa so Iwaizumi wanted to know who you thought was better than him.

Somehow, the idea of you being with someone made Iwaizumi unsettled as well. He felt that you deserved to be with someone that was nothing short of amazing, like you were.

No matter how much Oikawa pressed on, you refused to tell him who it was.

One day, Oikawa had to accompany the queen for a lunch meeting and Iwaizumi had nothing to do, so he visited the library.

"so... I'm really curious who you rejected Oikawa for?" he found himself asking. "I have to make sure the person is worthy to be with you."

You laughed, which made Iwaizumi even more confused. Did you just make things up so Oikawa would give up?

"It's you," you said shyly.

The burst of emotions Iwaizumi suddenly felt that day was indescribable. Shock, surprise, happiness, relief, embarrassment, shy...

He didn't know how to react except blush madly. "oh." was all he could manage.

After he regained his composure, he said, "I like you very much as well y/n."

[talentforlying]

@normaltothemax: how about something angsty? something to do with failure or something idk

the ashen taste of failure. novelists love that shit. they'll sit in the dark of their rooms or the gaudy yellow lights of a coffee shop for hours trying to put it in their own words, rolling their tongues along the ridges of their teeth to stir up a taste more poetic than the acid of their own spit, to really feel what they say their protagonists do. prettying up misery to package and sell, because who the fuck would want to read it if they were to come right out and say "some seventy year old git who just boked in the station toilet has been riding a train with no destination for hours, and if you ask him, he's pretty sure he's been on that train his whole fucking life"?

( yeah. he wouldn't read it either. )

if there is someone writing his life, trying to feed 'failure' into the flavor grinder, they don't have to try hard to come up with the 'ashen' part. it clings to him like a lover, like a second skin, like film stretched over leftovers you've already forgotten about and won't find again until the stench of rot starts to leak out the gaps around the door of the fridge. ash on his fingers, on his tongue, on his coat. ash in his wake, a long, slithering trail — bridges and lives and bodies and rules. cigarette stubs in the windowsill. every car's a non-smoking car these days, but since when has that ever stopped a determined enough wheezing working man from lighting up? never stopped him. there's precious little that does.

and that's the fucking problem right there, isn't it? nothing stopping him. people too shit-scared to get in his way. plenty of high-and-mighty fuckers to tell him off after he's done, oh sure; parades of angry scoffs and disapproving looks, fingers stuck in his face and punches to be thrown. but not a single fucker to hold him back when the tide is rising and he's still charging down the beach to kick sand in someone else's face. no one who can change his mind once it's been made up. no one who wants to make the plan, break the rules, take the dive, push the big red button. to fail. fucking sycophants and cowards with 20/20 hindsight, dooming him to lose again and again and again.

( sure, make it about everyone else but you, constantine. make it anyone else's fault but yours.

pretend like the only reason you're still shoveling the shit is because the nasty mean world won't take the spade away from you, pretend like being the only one for the job isn't exactly what you fucking wanted all along.

congratulations, con job: you're special. now fucking live with it. )

the ashen taste of failure. does failure leave the taste behind, or does the ash come first? does fate rub his nose in it once they've learned he's shat the carpet, or does it sprinkle down across his shoulders like powdery snow as soon as he steps outside, marking him for an inevitable fuck-up?

would it be easier to know that there really is someone writing his life, and that every ounce of burning shame sent to sear the back of his throat with each new drag on that ashen taste serves a purpose, eventually? it's all in the plot, you didn't get another friend killed for nothing. just the plot, putting your family into early graves and sinking your mind like a stone down the throat of your own titanic ego, until it chokes on unreality and the new god penance ascends the throne. a mechanism to get you from point A to B with narrative swiftness so the audience won't get fucking bored, so you'll find that next convenient little nugget of resolve and grow up a bit just as you were meant to, just in time to pull yourself together for the next big event.

except, he doesn't know what point B looks like. skipped the briefing, missed the stop. left all the resolve behind. someone else can go pan for it, find him a reason to change, hoard it or sell it or turn it into something worth keeping, something that might change the text on his tombstone from THAT BASTARD CONSTANTINE into SOMEONE WHO HAD SOMETHING TO GIVE, but for now, there's nowhere to go: there's only the act of going. only him and this train, and the fact that inevitably, eventually, it will stop. it has to, right? he can't continue like this forever. like chewing gum, he can't maintain the taste.

( why not? nothing stopping him. )

pull the e-brake. let him off here. something's burning, and he's pretty sure it's his life: going up in smoke, like every good thing he's ever touched. like bridges, and bodies, and rules.

hey, writer up there. do you taste that, when you roll your tongue around, stinging where you cracked open that split lip? tastes like seventy years of salt, doesn't it? when you press your hands to your eyes, can you feel ridges and scars doing the same, squeezing vitreous fluid up against your optic nerve? when you breathe, does your heart beat so fucking fast, so fucking hungry for that stolen air, that it feels like dying? does it feel like you've been losing for decades, yourself and other people, hopes and compassion and desperate fucking dreams clawing up out of your lungs in bits and pieces, and you can never spare the time to pick any of them up because the next one's already on its way?

failure doesn't taste like ash. novelists love that shit because it's easy, pre-packaged. failure tastes like this: salt his pride won't name as tears, and acid spit, and the last gasp of a low-tar cigarette on a train to nowhere, in a life maintained on the knowledge that as sad and sorry as he feels for himself now, he is probably yet to do his worst.

. . . yeah. you're right. he doesn't fucking like that ending either.

( nothing stopping him from changing it. )

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

It’s so hard for me to explain what makes Ethan in pokemashe interesting to me because the way he operates requires him to appear sort of boring at first glance. Like a lot of him is just reacting to the world. It requires him to be the normal guy in a sea of abnormality. He’s almost operated as a vessel for other characters to tell their story through.

Despite Ethan being the protagonist he’s not the main focus. Instead the journey being focused on the strange people Ethan meets along the way and how he interacts with them.

He isn’t very remarkable, doesn’t really have a backstory, the world is working against him but not in a tragic way and instead is mostly just slapstick, and is the tsukkomi to everyone’s boke. But he also cares a lot, lacks self preservation instincts, down to earth, and weirdly wise for his age. His habit of getting involved accidentally, before further involving himself on purpose when all signs say not to, is part of his character.

Like he’s not supposed to be a self insert and completely flat but he’s not meant to be the most complex character by a long shot. What’s supposed to make him compelling is how he interacts and involves himself with the rest of the cast.

Does that make sense. Idk if this should be changed or if people thinks this doesn’t work but like. The way he sounds in my head. Does.

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch2 [1~5]

Previously on Ch1! Liz, who finally officially became a Prefect, got to lead the first dance of the party! Remb's request and a suspicious killer doll… What will happen next?!

stolen goods… what does that mean exactly

ooh… long time no see Professor Schuyler

As class ended, familiar faces began to appear one by one at Liz's seat.

this kind of guy is undoubtedly perfect as classmates if you have him in your class, no matter whether it's a field trip or a class activity, it can't be boring at all

but personally, I think Luca is I that looks like E he seem to like introverted activities? like drawing pictures or something

hello Yukiki well the S6 comrades are introduced in Ch1, and the original trio are introduced in Ch2 if she works as a Prefect, she'll have a lot to do with S6 comrades… let me suck these guys now here

oh… good it's been a while since I've intaken this quartet Luca the troublemaker, Liz the boke, Eli the tsukkomi, Yukiki the observer; what an ideal combination

but now that I think about it, the Headmaster summoned her if it's not a big deal, I'll break his horns in half

With that, she left them and ran to the Headmaster's office. chikoku chikoku

oof

hello Mr. Brundle I wish you walked a little slower…

no she's not alright and Liz what are you doing, stop chatting and just pick it up already

As she quickly began gathering up her scattered papers, Hiro stepped in to lend a hand.

woah… I'm touched I thought he wouldn't give a shit in this and would just ignore it oi Hiro I'm touched! thank you!!

hah an advice enriched with the experience of someone who has been caring for Zeus for 2n years listen carefully!! take a note right now

Anyway, Liz explained to Zeus that Remb wanted to see her and that she had to hurry because she was late.

huh have they already heard the story and are on their way home now?

whut how can you be so laid back when you didn't even visit there,,,,,, put yourself together you guys…

Hiro wasn't a normal guy either alas, are there any normal people among this S6 comrades Al is also definitely not normal, considering that he has a bizarre tastes…

what's wrong with them……… Eli Luca Yukiki I miss you guys so much right now I'm losing my sanity here

please it's natural for people to be active during the day and sleep at night, you want to throw your health into the gutter? I always think it's absurd that Night Class is a literally real night school, why the heck…

Anyway, she headed to the office, pushing Zeus in front of her down the hallway.

…wink. but! she's not the only one who's late, so the scolding quota is reduced by a third. bearable!

you you said you'll change your mind…………

[forthepleasureofmylife]

Bordeaux France

Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

[aelita-kitsune]

The orange flower and butterfly hashira

So this is a demon slayer and haikyuu crossover so please bear with me on this especially since I'm not very good with beginnings hope you enjoy

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backstory time:

Little shoyo about 10- year old was walking on the snow to sell charcoal so he can help provide his family, "shoyo" his mother called "yes" replied shoyo "please be careful you should take some rest" " okay just I have to sell this charcoal and I'll get back" " shoyo" said his little sister natsu who came hurriedly to them " please take me with you onii-Chan" she said " sorry natsu but you can't" said their mother "why" " because you might get tired of walking and then your brother would have to carry you" " its okay natsu you can come with me when your a bit older" said shoyo " okay" said natsu.

With that shoyo went of to sell the charcoal to the villagers " hello shoyo" said one of the villagers greeting him "hello there" replied shoyo "hey shoyo, could you give us some coal" said another villager "sure" he replied so he spent the day giving out charcoal and helping everyone.

Soon it was night and shoyo was running hurriedly to go back to his home " hey" he heard someone yell and looked to see it was one of the villagers " yes" replied hinata going closer to him " you shouldn't be out here demons might come and kill you" " what are you talking about" said hinata " the demons come out at night they might kill you as they also killed my family"

Out of words hinata ran back to his house thinking " no no no no no I need to go back quick before my family is killed" soon he reached his house but the he saw a demon and his family all dead with blood splattered " oh there's another meal" said the demon hinata was scared he then ran away from the demon while the demon was chasing him until a sword appeared and killed the demon.

He looked up to see a very nice lady with beautiful eyes

" ara ara~ are you okay little boy" she asked " I-" hinata began while trying to hold back teers " the demon killed my family" he said all of a sudden she wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a hug " there there let it all out" she said with a soft and sad voice and with that hinata cried clenching onto her.

When hinata calmed down the women asked " what's your name" " hinata shoyo" he replied " you have such a pretty name ara ara~ my name is kanae kocho" " you have a pretty name too" said shoyo

Kanae then asked " do you want to become a demon slayer?" " what's that" hinata asked confused " its an organization where we kill demons that dare to hurt humans" after hearing that hinata quickly said yes and with that kanae takes hinata to the butterfly estate and hinata met shinobu and kanao he is like 3 years older than her and aoi he is just a year older than her ad he managed to have a happy life with his new family also visiting his parents grave once in a while giving some flowers on there grave.

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onto the real story:

Hinata was sleeping soundly until he heard an annoying beeping noise it was the sound of his alarm clock as hinata gotten out of bed he checked the time and it was 6:20 that when hinata realized he was late for school. He hurriedly gotten dressed and quickly got out of his house ( yes shinobu and kanae bought him a house to stay in) locking the door behind him he was running until he found his best friend/lover waiting for him " oi boke why are you late" " I am not late kageyama" "yeah sure" kageyama said with a non-believing tone.

now the two boys are racing each other to the gym " ha I win bakayama" shouted hinata breathless from the running "I will win next time boke" said kaGAYama "it means you get to buy me meat buns" said hinata happily and with that both of them entered the gym meeting with the team and going to morning practice.

( Time skip: brought to you by school being boring as ever)

So when they finished their classes it was their afternoon practice and hinata was happy for it that he screamed " kageyama toss to me" " ok" said kaGAYama but when hinata was running to spike the ball he bumped it to someone " oi shrimp what where your going" someone said as he looked up he saw it was tsukkishima his second lover.

Hinata blushed "it's not my fault" he said standing up " yeah right shrimp" " tsukki don't be mean to hinata" then both of them looked to the green haired boy who his name is yamaguchi hinata third lover ( for those who think they are all dating then no they're not it's Just for introduction for the people who didn't or skipped reading the prologue and hinata's description in the first two parts) then they all went to practice volleyball.

After 1 hour of practice they took a break while hinata and kageyama went to get some meat buns while they were walking hinata saw a black crow nearby " hey bakayama" "yes" " could you go get the meat buns while I call my dad" " sure" hinata then went to an alleyway he checked to see if anyone was there and thank goodness there wasn't anyone there, hinata then reached his arm upward as the crow came to sit on his arm " what is it kurugai" he asked the crow " there has been sightings of demons around your school * caw caw * there are three marechis in your school find them and protect them * caw caw*" the crow said while also holding his sword.

"Kurugai keep my sword and put it in my house" the crow nodded and with that he went flying to hinata's house, and with that hinata went back to kageyama who has already bought the meat buns " what took you so long boke" " I told you I was calling my dad" " yeah right" then they headed back to the gym since the break was almost over, as their afternoon practice went on and hinata was on edge because of the demons and the sun was starting to set, which means the demons were starting to come out and finally at 5:20 the afternoon practice was over and thank goodness the sun still hasn't set down fully.

Kageyama who noticed how hinata was on edge ever since he came back from the call from his 'dad' so he asked hinata " oi boke let's stay and practice a bit more" " sorry kageyama but I have to go home since there's a problem with my family maybe next time" kageyama stared in shock it was the first time hinata ever declined something that had to do with volleyball " ok" he answered trying to hide the questioning tone he had, and in the shadows tsukkishima and Yamaguchi were there overhearing ( they were actually eavesdropping on them ) the conversation " do you think there is something wrong with hinata" Yamaguchi asked tsukkishima curiosity filled his tone " I don't know it's depends on the shrimp since today he has Ben acting on edge lately" tsukkishima answered Yamaguchi still trying to figure out what's going on with him " hey hinata are you okay" asked the third year with silver hair to hinata" yes I am fine Suga-San" " ok but if there is anything you wrong you can talk to us" " ok".

Next thing you know they were all walking back home when hinata came home he saw his sword and uniform then he got dressed up in his demon slayer uniform and took his sword and went out through the window ready to kill any Demons on sight.

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whoever reads this i hope you enjoy and be entertained by this

[yukarishoodie]

I have been given the honors to also answer this question so:

Favorite Song

My answer hasn't changed for nearly a decade (it's gonna have its 10th bday in December!) and it's Yokomin - Where Is My Voice. The 2022 remaster is what I would introduce people to since it's definitely the more polished version of the two, but the 2013 version has a place in my heart for the extra breathiness, some of the ways the lines were articulated, and also my hot take is that Yukari's scream before the final verse improves the song.

Since my answer to this question hasn't changed and it's getting kinda boring I'd also like to spotlight some of my other Yukari faves I keep coming back to: Clean Tears - Itsumo Issho ni (Sixth Star Remix) and KagomeP - 1095 Kaime no Koukai

Ship

My stance with vsynth ships is that if they have a good song together and not adultxminor-coded you can get me to ship them. Yukaria is the obvious option here since they have a lot of great songs and even entire albums. Yukamaki was (and maybe still is? Idk) pretty popular in the talkloid youtuber circles and because of the Hagane Orchestra anime and I do love the boke Yukari and tsukkomi Maki on that. My niche-r faves are YukariVY2 (two of my faves together!), Yukafu (thanks sheeno mirin), and YukariaVY2 thanks to this one Imitation Black cover, but if you give me a good song with her and someone else I can be convinced.

Favorite Part about Design

Oh what do I even put here. The purple/pink color scheme? The short hair? The base design's hidden holographic bunny tail (idk how to link to the wiki so I hope that worked)? Onn's sakura theme? Lin's yellow accents and badass hoodie-coat? Rei's formal blacktie-tier looks? Racing Yukari's black rabbit mask? 4th anniv's translucent hair? Saki getting a baseball hat? Anyway I can go on but this is getting into incoherent simping territory so I'll can it. As you can see from my username I like their hoodie :)

Random Headcanon

I'm a she/they Yukari truther. Also since she doesn't have a character item yet I think it should be mochi.

Enjoy my fave official Yukari images of all time, one of her line stamps:

yukari!!! 👐

coucouuuuu :D 💜

Name a Vocaloid in my askbox! I will tell you...

My favorite song of theirs

basic moment but Chururira Chururira Daddadda! by Kurage-P. He is so good at the guitar and at creating exaggerated situations that can still echo with real life. Once again this song feels cathartic to me because when i was in high school i was at my lowest so Yukari indirectly killing her classmates on a crazy rock track felt good 😺 no one can blame me we all had those moments

Who I ship them with

IA. because of producer nejishiki. fr they're so beautiful together and have a soft dynamic in my mind (ofc this is in a setting where IA is an adult)

My favorite part about their design

everything about her Lin version honestly 😭

A random headcanon I have of them

she is a gamer girl who sits on her chair like that and puts on her hood in ranked games for maximum focus

[thechatteringshrike]

Absolutely losing my mind at the fact that the fandom is being so supportive of Mumbo Jumbo's return to cycling.

[kaiser-s-bitch]

request your requests you coward 🤣 i’m bored when you’re working

you got some balls comin at me like that right after announcing you won’t read the manga anytime soon, stupid-😆😆🔪

[sunflowersandmirage]

what your favorite proseka ship says about you

ichisaki: you will fight everyone who says leo/need is boring. JUST LOOK AT THESE TWO? THE POTENTIAL FOR DRAMA AND FLUFF? UNRIVALLED

shihonami: you melt everytime shiho compliments honami’s abilities. you know when you have them together in lives and shiho says something and honami squeals? you do, too

polyneed: you’re very smart you love these girls and think they deserve to be happy (and also three girlfriends) also you probably think going from a four-way divorce to all dating is really funny

minoharu: your favorite kind of dynamic is goddess x mess of a lesbian. also ships where they both admire one another but one of them thinks they’re unworthy and/or the other doesn’t think as highly of them but in reality they adore them as much, if not more >>>>>>>>

shizuai: your favorite dynamic is boke x tsukkomi with a healthy dose of drama 

minoshizu: you think the lack of braincells is what makes this ship so good. also the one who felt like she had to lie to be liked and the one who does her best but no one seems to support her? mwah

polyjump: SCANDALOUS! these four idol girls are IN LOVE AND THRIVING!

anhane: you want a relationship like theirs SO BAD, you’re so ready to hype the hell out of your potential s/o SO BAD!!! that or you just like galpals who are actually girlfriends

akitoya: you either hate when people call toya “blue todoroki” or you not only keep doing it, but also cackle everytime anyone does it. the romantic “bro” “bro...” exchange is where love peaked, actually

akian/toyahane/akikoha/antoya: holy shit you have a ton of willpower good luck going on tiktok dude

ruikasa: hee hee they make the nb flag- you think there’s an inherent romantic aspect of blowing stuff together (even though that “stuff” tends to be one of you...)

emunene: opposites attract and funky hair colors are your SHIT you probably also fall asleep reading fluff

emurui: you firmly believe there’s an inherent romantic aspect in causing chaos and the downfall of all human beings... probably

ruinene: say it with me, folks! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS! also, you never fail to notice that voice rui uses when talking to her

polyshow: you saw all these candy coloured idiots and went “you know what’s the best outcome to this? all of them kissing each other”

sakurako/literally anyone in wxs: you think sakurako deserves a banner. and you’re right. special mention to sakunene (they sing love songs together claiming its “practice”) and sakukasa (they scream each other’s names and then kiss)

kanamafu: you kin mafuyu. i have not seen a person who loves kanamafu and doesn’t kin mafuyu. what’s up with you guys. are you okay (no you aren’t you kin mafuyu. my best wishes)

mizuena: WHY DOESN’T MIZUKI TELL HER THEIR SECRET WHY DOESN’T MIZUKI TELL HER THEIR SECRET WHY DOE-

kanaena: remember what i said at shihonami with the lives? you, but when ena uses The Kanade Voice. also, like anhane, you’re ready to support your s/o, if you want one!

mizumafu: just think of it for a minute... the one who’s  ostracized because they stick to their real self and the one who’s praised for a fake and doesn’t know who she is... IT’S POETRY! ROMANCE!

kanamizu: kinda like kanaena, you love how supportive they are of one another. carnation recollection is most likely your favorite event as well.

mafuena: you like rivals to lovers but in the sense that one of them wants to rip the other’s throat and said other is just chilling, busy with their own problems (and then they come to understand one another and kiss)

mizurui: you’re SO SAD for middle school them. they were IN LOVE damn IT they’re so PRECIOUS LOOK AT HOW MUCH THEY’VE GROWN...!

mizuruikasa: why should mizurui and ruikasa fight, when they can all kiss each other?

anharu: you saw that one 1koma that was like “friends and rivals!” and you went oh. oh i can make something out of this HEHEHEHEHE

kohamino: you believe in the inherent romanticism of taking care of little animals together

anhaneminoharu: listen. they go on double dates a lot, that is canon, we’re all sure, but what if... what if they took the double out of double dates?

mafukasa: have they met? no. does it matter? also no. you will whip out the analysis-es or type an entire essay yourself LOOK AT THEM, EVEN THEIR PALETTES ARE OPPOSITES? WHY ISN’T COLOPALE LETTING THEM ME-

kanahona: you believe in the inherent romanticism of being married before even dating

akikasa: you think the key to a good ship is making sure one of the parts is suffering every second because WHY THIS IDIOT I’M GONNA CRY IT COULD BE ANYONE, LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE, BUT NOOOO... and the other part is just. existing

mizumino: you think minoharu’s invalanced because minori is... minori, so maybe she’d be better off with a fan who’s as excited as she is that she has a fan like that

aisakiemu: well, they got the valentine’s event! must’ve been for a reason! also they’re so pink and so cute and so precious... they would be so adorable together, listen!

mizuakikasa: well, they got the white day event! must’ve been for a reason! you hate akito shinonome. (you say this in the most loving way possible)

polyleader: you don’t care anymore, you just want them to interact again, like, i swear, they interact once IN A YEAR, you’ll take ANYTHING. PLEASE

ichinene: their little singing lessons are so cute. when ichika compliments nene and she blushes! and when nene compliments ichika and she blushes!

kanaichi: they’re soulmates. yes, just because they both like miku and each other’s hair. that “i’ve heard that voice before...!” thing they have going on is so soulmatey, woah

mafushizu: you think shizuku would love mafuyu even after revealing who she really is to her. and she would. she understands her struggle and sympatizes with her. and then they kiss

kanamino: “she’s shining...!” and that’s all you needed to want them to kiss. kanade’s been trying to save people for too long. minori’s been trying to spread hope for too long. they can let the other rest. they can be the help they need

mizusaki: they’re both interested in fashion and they’d dress each other up in their styles! they’re soft pink gfs (gender neutral (?) and that’s what true love looks like. also, you’ve probably read that one akikasa fanfiction

toyakasa/sakitoya: ... good luck.

enairi: there’s something really beautiful in watching your friend grow into someone important, and being so proud, but noticing they don’t like what they’re doing, supporting them through it, and seeing them rise and do what they love again

shizukasa: you have colopale on a STRONGHOLD why don’t they interact more often they’re childhood friends they go to their sisters’ concerts together everytime they hang out and someone comes to bother shizuku tsukasa acts as if they’re looking for him until they leave them alone and then-

polypicnic: Mizuki’s Many Many Beautiful Girlfriends. it’s what they deserve, honestly!

polyfantasista: iranai, subete wa iranai ojike (ojike) dzuita yabo no try manzoku nante soko ni nai menimieru awarena miraiomoidori ni dekiru life-te ni dekiru ka wa anata shidai kakushi tari nanka wa shinai dare yori mo hokorashige ni dekiru maindohora kono sakai no naka hoka ni wanai tashikana mono jibun igai wa kaimu

[kenthoescore]

Kitten

Kenma Kozume × f!reader

cw : nsfw,name calling (kitten, pet, etc.), cockwarming, slight exhibitionism

wc: 1.1k

All characters are aged up!

Kenma’s gaming room was dark, his LED lights were dark purple and only the light of the large television was illuminating a bright light.

“Let’s go!” Hinata shrieked while jumping up and down and almost dropping the controller.

It was a mess; mess was merely an understatement. Cans and boxes of pizza were sprawled on the floor. You barely managed to dodge Kenma’s GFuel on the floor.

“Careful, Kitten.” He said, taking his eyes off the TV for a second to watch your steps, before averting his attention back to the game.

He spent most of his days playing. It was lucky that you knew how to play most of his games before you started dating, or else you would’ve most likely gone unnoticed or ignored most of your relationship.

You sat contentedly by his side, and nestled your head on his shoulder, he stole a quick glance at you again before playing.

“Nice kill!” Hinata shouted.

Boy, he was loud. You sometimes wondered how Hinata can make Kenma somewhat, non-introverted like he usually is.

You rested your legs on top of his before stealing a slice of pizza from a box littered on the floor. Hinata was literally in front of the TV, sitting and occasionally jumping when he kills an enemy.

“Kenma.” You whined, drawing out the last letter of his name.

“Yes, kitten?” He answered, his voice just above a whisper.

You didn’t hear him.

Normally, you would’ve heard him clear and loud but Hinata was screaming, and talking deafeningly loud.

They had been going at it since morning. You suddenly remember Kageyama, entering the apartment to the gaming room looking like the earth’s weight has dropped on his shoulders, and his face was dark while Hinata grabbed him.

Kageyama refused to play, even just one game. He ended up becoming Hinata’s personal cheerleader.

“BOKE HINATA BOKE!” His scolding was heard throughout the whole apartment whenever he missed a shot.

It was a nice change; the apartment was loud with Hinata and Kageyama’s scream echoing through the whole apartment but it wasn’t long before Kageyama left, and Hinata stayed.

“Right side, Shoyo.”

You huffed. You were fine with your boyfriend playing with his friend the whole night. Hell, you would even join them but you weren’t feeling it today.

Few more hours passed, and you were getting needy each minute passed.

“Kenma.” You whined, softly beside his ear. He ignored you. He didn’t even spare a glance at your way.

The heat between your thighs, gradually increasing every second. He was probably too focused on his game, you thought.

You were wrong. Your boyfriend was the most observant person you had ever met. He didn’t miss your fingers discreetly dancing on the valley of your breasts or the subtle movement of your thighs rubbing together to create friction.

He enjoyed seeing his girl needy for him.

“Kenma!” You whisper-shouted. A thin sheen of sweat on your forehead despite the cold room.

He glanced at you, his eyes focused and cat-like, your body heated more under his intense look. His face looks uninterested but the tent in his sweatpants contradicts his demeanor.

You raised yourself up and straddled his hips, your heat directly on his bulge.

A shocked gasp left both of your lips. Your clit making contact with it, sending a euphoric sense of pleasure through your body.

You had removed your underwear, a while ago in desperation of finding relief.

Kenma’s eyes trailed your body covered with only his oversized sweatshirt before concentrating on the game, again.

You were about to complain when he suddenly put his arms around you and pushing you closer to his body, his controller still on his hands, and still focused on the TV.

A moan left your lips when your dripping cunt made contact with his clothed cock.

“Nice!” For a second, you were grateful for Hinata.

“Needy, little pet, aren’t you?” Kenma whispered his eyes, once again bore into yours.

“Kenma, please, I need your cock.” You stuttered, meeting his eyes filled with lust and desperation.

You have been neglected since this morning, you didn’t even get the lazy morning sex that you and Kenma loved.

Normally, Kenma would let tease you first, or worse, ignore you and wait for Hinata to leave and leave you alone to fend for yourself.

“Lift your shirt up kitten.” You quickly obliged. Kenma’s fingers swiftly rubbed your clit.

You bit the cloth of his sweatshirt to hopefully muffle your moans. Kenma looked up at you amusement dancing in his golden eyes.

“Quiet, kitten. You wouldn’t want Shoyo to hear you now, would you?” A smirk was now plastered on his face as you struggled to keep in your moans when he inserted two fingers, stretching you out.

“Kenma?” Hinata asked.

Kenma didn’t pull his fingers out, only one hand was now holding the controller. He probably didn’t look back, you thought.

He did.

Kenma’s eyes were focused on Hinata. Kenma slowly watched as Hinata’s eyes shifted from him to your back, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Sorry, got distracted.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll guard you for a minute.”

“Take my slide my pants off, kitten.” His cock, fully hard and erected, sprung out from his sweats. He grabbed your waist and made you sit on his cock.

A loud gasp from your lips escaped, and Hinata heard it loud and clear.

You tried moving your hips, but Kenma looked at you dead in the eye.

“Don’t move or I will not make you cum, until Shoyo goes home.” He whispered.

You were too needy, enough to disobey him but you were sure that he was true to his word and would not make you cum.

You begrudgingly stopped moving your hips and embraced him.

He returned his focus on the game after all of that and occasionally thrusts whenever he feels like it.

“Fuck, Kenma!” You exclaimed when he delivered a hard thrust.

“Take my cock like a good kitten, and maybe I’ll fuck you in front of Shoyo.”

A deafening silence fell in the room. Both of you unaware that Hinata was eavesdropping on your conversation, and his patience snapped after hearing what Kenma said.

“Kitten, huh?”

You gasped, looking back at Hinata. The game was finished, and a large text appeared on the screen, Victory.

“Wanna join, Shoyo?”