#enstars fanfiction

[whats-it-mean]

Hey, sorry for not putting that important detail! Can it be a normal request please?

Can I have a few hcs for Tsukasa with a long distance s/o, like Europe distance away?

I hope that that's alright with you.

Have a nice day or night!

Distanced Romantics ☆

A/N - not really headcannons bc i am not at all confident in my ability to write headcannons, so im sorry about that, but i hope you enjoy!! this was very cute to write <3

C/W - None !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You loved Tsukasa. Really, it was hard not to, the way his cheeks went red at every compliment, the way he tried his very best to please you, the way he was the best gentleman he could be for you. He was adorable in every sense of the word, from his hair to his eyes, even to the way he carried himself with so much class. It was all so, so endearing.

And words couldn’t describe how hopelessly in love with you he was. 

Everything about you was perfect to him- you were his best prize, his most precious jewel, and this knight would do anything and everything in his power to keep it that way.

Your phone buzzed, and you found yourself grinning at the illuminated screen as it displayed Tsukasa’s contact name under your notifications. You brought the phone up next to your face, and smiled at the sound of his voice greeting you.

“Darling! How are you?” You could feel his excitement through the screen, and giggled at the pet name he’d always address you with.

“I’m good- How’s everything on your end? I hope that it hasn’t been too busy over at Yumenosaki…”

“All is good, don’t worry! The king has been a bit if a handful, as always, but we’ve been managing- but, that’s beside the point. I called you for something else.”

“What is it?” You tilted your head, playing with the strands of your hoodie as you waited.

“I managed to get my hands on some tickets to see you for the holidays.” He sounded so proud as he said that, and even without seeing it you could imagine his grin. “Sena’s going to be in your area for a modeling job, and Narukami insisted I go with to see you. The trips in about a week- Does that sound okay to you?”

You smiled, eyes sparkling as you nodded fervently despite him not being able to see you. “That’s great, Tsukasa! It’s been forever since I’ve been able to hug you…”

Butterflies started in Tsukasa’s chest as he heard your excitement, but he tried his best to ignore it, and you could hear the faint call from his side of the call urging him to return to practice.

“I’ve got to get back to practice, but I’ll text you after, okay, darling?”

“Of course- tell your unit-mates I said thank you?”

Tsukasa let out a hum of approval. “Right. I’ll see you soon, darling!”

You giggled to yourself as he hung up, smiling and kicking your feet at the prospect of a holiday visit from Tsukasa like some sort of schoolgirl. It wasn’t long until you were up and about, already making preparations for him to be able to stay a few nights with you and scribbling out a shopping list of his favorite sweets, smiling to yourself as you did so.

“This’ll be a good holiday season~”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End.

[summers-even]

my fic is flopping so badly i'm going to try and promo it on tumb. anyway this chapter is full of eccentrics and i went through every emotion at once trying to write wataru pov so if you like the eccentrics this might be your thing :3 the fic as a whole is a ra*bits and trickstar-centric fantasy au like the ! era plot but with magical animals. anyways please read it please please please pl

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

NEW WONDERLAND DREAM DANCE CHAPTER

BAG OF LASAGNA

(okay thats probably a very silly tag for a chapter that i found legitimately touching and sweet, Rei was such a good guy here, best big brother) Sorry for the long Haitus on this one I didint realize a new chapter was wanted but ill try to keep it updated now that I know you guys still like it :') sorry for doubting it for so long! (well that and the people I knew who liked it most had acess to the early acess chapters so they wouldnt really be getting much new content with the updates-)

[manias-wordcount]

Hi. Can you write a story where Hokuto Hidaka is wrestling against two muscular mob characters. The duo mob characters is having a grudge against him. The duo use the Full Nelson hold a lot on him. Also, this take place at a secluded place at a water theme park so, Hidaka is wearing his Direct Splash outfit.

Fight Scene (Hokuto Hidaka)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲. 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Sweat drips down his brow as he finally gets a chance to step back and breathe. 

His chest heaves up and down and up and down as he takes greedy gulps of air with a mind that half wonders if this will be his last. The thought is dramatic- that much he knows. But when his eyes shift around, looking and examining everything before him, he can’t help but feel like it’s appropriate in this context. It seems like everywhere he looks, there is no chance of an escape. It seems like everywhere he looks, the path to freedom starts to get cloudier and cloudier. And worst of all?

He doesn’t know how he got here in the first place.

One minute, he’s out with his friends. Enjoying the start of a shorter than short summer break during idol sessions and trying to beat the heat of the current heatwave sweeping all across Japan. Somehow it started with Subaru convincing Mao to pick up a water gun and to have a battle in the corners of the park. It didn’t take long for Makoto to be wrapped up in the battle too- despite his overall reluctance to take the foul shots of water to the face, Subaru seemed to be a little too good at. And him? He was more than content with just watching his members run around with childlike happiness adorning their faces. He said nothing- except for the occasional joke at one of his members' expenses. And a few remarks of concern too. 

But for the most part, he stood there watching.  A small smile plastered on his face as he took in such an encouraging sight. Maloto, Subaru, and Mao all ducking and weaving behind pushes and benches- armed with their water guns. Looks of concentration fill their eyes as their smiles reach wider and wider. For a moment, it’s like they could all pretend that they’re not idols. That they’re just a normal group of friends, doing normal friends things. But they’re not. And that’s okay.

 He and his friends came so far. He and his friends work so hard. As their leader, he knows that there’s still work to be done. Stairs to climb, goals to reach. But for now, he’s more than happy with just sitting on the sidelines. Hearing the carefree laughter of his friends. Enjoying the weather. Appreciating the moment. Living his life in peace. 

That was- until Makoto managed to spray Hokuto right dead in the face when he missed a shot and an all too tricky Mao who was quick to move out of the way. For a second, the laughter stopped and suddenly Subura is snickering over Makoto’s heartfelt apologies. Even Mao couldn’t keep his contained for too long before he’s also laughing at Makoto’s new predicament. But the second Hokuto opens his eyes and lays his hand on the one, last spare water gun the four of them brought- all hell breaks loose.

Suddenly, he’s trusted into the battle. All the running around and the laughter that Hokuto saw from the sidelines was suddenly his reality. Bumping into his friends just to try to land the first shot. Doing his best to refill his gun in all the nearby fountains and pools without getting hit. Even the occasional team-up with someone here and there. 

This time, it was being chased by Subaru- a formidable opponent. His temporary ally, Makoto had already fallen and shouted for Hokuto to go on without him. All while Mao couldn’t help but laugh at the dramatics once more. But for him? His only focus was beating his friend at his own game. Besting the best of the best. And so he took another turn as he ran faster- still through one of the quiet areas of the park. But the voices around him faded away as he focused on running and running and running. And for a second, he decided to take a look. Taking that chance to sure that Subaru’s footsteps were no longer behind him was a risky one. But he was able to let out a sigh of relief when he turned to look over his shoulder and saw nothing there.

Though when he turned back, he was met with a fist flying towards his face- aiming right for his nose.

By some sheer amount of luck, Hokuto was able to see it in time. He stumbles, but he managed to jump back and to the side, avoiding the fist entirely. Unfortunately for him, wasn’t the best place to land. In an instant, his back connects with something hard and solid and completely human. Before he can even blink, arms are coming up by his sides and someone is grabbing him. It’s an odd hold. Arms come up to wrap around him by coming up and circling his shoulders before lacing their hands together behind his neck, forcing his head down hard. Immediately, Hokuto his vision blurs from moving around so fast. He feels restricted and the strain on his body grows and grows as the panic truly starts to set in.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spots a figure moving toward him. The person behind him shifts and suddenly’s being lifted up while in the same hold to face the stranger who just tried to punch him. For a second, Hokuto flails. He doesn’t know what to do in a fight. He’s not a fighter. Not like this. Never like this. But in his panicked struggle, he managed to land a firm kick on one of the legs of the guy behind him. A grunt sounds. And while it’s more in surprise than it is in pain, Hokuto is more than happy to pull out of the guy’s grip and scramble away- missing the other guy’s fist by a hair.

He breaks out into a sprint but there’s nowhere for him to go but into a corner. It’s further away from the two others, but just barely. A couple of long strides and he’s back in grabbing distance. And with no one around to hear or see his struggle- Hokuto feels more cornered now than ever. So that leads him to here. Wide blue eyes trying to look at the face of his attackers and seeing nothing but fear clouding his vision. Chest hurting with no real pain to behold yet- just looming anxiety of what will happen. Of what’s going to happen if he doesn’t find a way out of this place.

But as he looks and looks and looks he still has no answers. Only questions.  So, so many questions. His heart hasn’t stopped beating a mile a minute for a second since the attack started and he doesn’t know what to do. Nothing at all within this encounter could point him to the reason why these nameless, faceless strangers would have gone out of their way to attack him. He feels so lost in this situation. He can’t help but wonder just how he got into this situation. How could he have gone from running around and having fun with friends to this?

But as Hokuto looks into the cruel eyes of his two assailants, already gearing up for another attack, he realizes two things: The first is that the question that keeps circling his brain in his moment might be one that he’ll never know the answer to.  Even if he makes it out of that place unarmed. And second?’

It’s that he should have never picked up that water gun today at all.

[thelakeofnimue]

Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht (AO3 Fic) - Complete

Fandom: Ensemble Stars Characters: Sena Izumi , Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Orriginal Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Sena Izumi's Mother (Ensemble Stars!), Sakuma Ritsu, Tsukinaga Leo, Narukami Arashi, Suou Tsukasa, Sakasaki Natsume, Harukawa Sora, Kagehira Mika Pairing: Sena Izumi/Original Characters Language: English (with bits of German) Words: 81,971

If you enjoy my work, I would appreciate a reblog so it can get out there!

The only long fic I 100%ed so far. I want to promote it a little more. Apologies if it gets annoying, I really want to get it out there is all.

[musicalfanfiction99]

Ensemble Stars Main Story Information

Story will be in (kinda)present day.

I think this story is mainly going to be during or before the war but I might make some things after the war because why not.

The reader(you) is enrolled as a producer in the Production course at Yumenosaki but also in the Idol course.

A sibling has gone to Yumenosaki academy but only for the Idol course

That is all of the information I am giving out for the story.

[neolxzr]

you know aira as a mixed race character could have been made SO much more interesting with this story if it was written. like the exact opposite of how it was written

so aira in japan was often assumed to be a foreigner because he's blonde and (supposedly) racially ambiguous looking. this bothered him because he didn't like people assuming that he was so much different from them when, in reality, he had pretty much the same childhood as any other japanese kid.

but imagine for this story, they travel to france but instead of immediately being mistaken for a local for some reason (how white is this boy supposed to look), he's instead ALSO assumed to be a foreigner while in france. he doesn't dress like a local, he's not speaking french, and his group of friends is a lot more obviously not white than he is. this should make him happy, right? since they're not assuming he's something he isn't, like they did at home. but it makes him instead just feel really... othered. if he doesn't fit in japan and he doesn't fit in in france, then where does he fit in? why is he too much of something for one group of people, but not enough of it for the other?

but does this not make him even more fit to stand at the side of alkaloid, the unit who's united by their shared experience of being othered? so maybe its alright if a lot of the people around him don't make him feel like he belongs. because he's already found where he's supposed to be.

[poetryandfluffycats]

OKAY. since reqs are open uhm would you write madara cucking kuro plz...

like literally fucking fem!reader getting fucked, kuro's clothed boner pressed to her cheek while he kinda js sits back in shock and doesn't know what to do while mama is fucking her rrroughhhh and is like "you like my cock that much? kuros right there you'll make him angry" and shit. idk DOES THIS MAKE SENSE but yeah 🫶🏻

-🍓anon

A/N: I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE PLOT OMG SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I hope it's too ur liking I may have gone off the rails a little bit....

Pairing: Kuro Kiryu x fem!reader x Madara Mikejima

Content: Madaras into you, everyone and their dog knows that. Only problem is, you have a boyfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, dub-con, slut-shaming, oral sex(f receiving), cuckolding, dry humping, sexual harassment(?), mentions of cheating, established relationship with kuro, ooc madara(?), they're both ooc tbh💀, porn with plot

Words: 2.1k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Have Him Watch?~

It was no secret that Madara had a thing for you. He had made his advances-both romantic and sexual alike-very obvious to you and everyone else, not even hesitating to flirt with you right in front of your own boyfriend, Kuro.

Kuro wasn't the type to let himself fall into petty jealousy, he knew you loved him and that nothing would never change that. Therefore, he hardly batted an eye whenever Madara made another stuipd comment about your body, or when his hands would linger for just a bit too long. It was better to simply ignore him and wait for Madara to get the hint. Kuro knew he was strong, but to pick a fight with Madara? Death wish.

So, he didn't aggravate him in any way, letting the bigger man do this thing until he realised he had no chance with you. Which is why he was confused when Madara cornered him in the gym one day, his teeth gleaming in his signature smirk.

"Kuro! My friend, my pal! Got a minute?" He beamed, slinging his arm around Kuros shoulders and pulling him in close, squeezing so hard you'd think he was trying to suffocate him.

"Uh, I'm a bit busy right now" Kuro pushed him off, dusting himself off and returning his attention to the weights he had been lifting. "Maybe later"

Madara smile didn't waver, if anything it only grew in size. Clearly, he had no interest in leaving anytime soon, not even when Kuro desperately wanted him too. Whatever Madara wanted from him, he didn't have the time for it. Not now, hopefully not ever.

"Ah, cmon! It'll only take a second!" He chirped, plopping down on the bench beside Kuro, crossing his legs and watching as the redhead started his reps. "Hey, working hard or hardly working, am I right? Hahaha~"

"Out with it, Mikejima" Kuro grunted, resisting the urge to smash his weights straight in the mans face. All he wanted was a peaceful workout, was that too much to ask for?

Madara laughed, waving his hand dismissively as if to clear the tension. "Always so blunt, I've always liked that about you y'know!" He grinned, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "So, you and (name), huh? How serious have you gotten with her? Is it marriage?"

Now he was just starting to piss him off. How was this any of his business? Sure, you and Madara were friends, but where did he get off asking for details about your relationship?

"She's my girl, yeah" Kuro answered, praying that his short replies would deter him from the conversation. If that was even possible.

"Right, right. And just hypothetically, if she were to cheat on you, would you be mad?"

Kuro tighten his grip on the weights, his knuckles turning white at the strain. "What are you getting at? You trying to start something?" He said through gritted teeth, shooting a glare in the brunettes direction.

Madara chuckled, putting one hand up in defence and using the other to playfully slap Kuro on the shoulder-a gesture that he did not appreciate, might I add. "Woah! Easy, I don't wanna fight ya! I'm just curious. Hey, maybe you'd let her cheat on you, I don't know what you're into!"

Kuro dropped the weights, the metal making a loud 'clunk' sound as they hit the floor, causing the other members of the gym to look over and stare at the two. Not that he gave a damn, oh no. Not when this clown was making a scene. How dare he suggest you would have an affair? Was he out of his mind?

"What's wrong with you? Of course I'd be mad, what makes you think I'd be cool with that? Get lost man" He spat, shoving him aside as he rose to his feet. The blood rushing through his veins felt as if it was burning as he sped away, not wanting to spend another second with such a fool.

What even was that? Kuro had gotten used to Madaras teasing and loud personality. Hell, he'd even grown to enjoy it to an extent. But this was just insulting. Why was he even saying those things? Did he know something Kuro didn't? Had you....

No, that was silly. You would never be unfaithful, that just wasn't you at all. Yet here he was, images flooding his mind of you tangled in Madaras arms, both of your bodies sticky with sweat and cum as you screamed his name. It was disgusting.

But so, so hot.

Shit.

/-----

You and Madara were friends. It was normal for friends to hang out alone in each other's bedrooms, even if they were the opposite gender, right?

Yeah, of course it was fine! Who were you kidding, it was perfectly acceptable.

You two were good friends, the best of friends! So it was normal for him to hug you, to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and pull you closer. He was a touchy person, after all. It was totally okay for him to nuzzle into your neck and inhale the smell of your perfume, to pepper kisses all over your jawline, to grind his erection against your ass-

Wait a minute.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" You yelped, squirming around in his grasp in a feeble attempt to escape his hold. It didn't matter how close you were, there was no way you'd be comfortable with this!

"What's wrong?" He cooed, your wiggling only seeming to excite him further as he continued his humping. "Friends cuddle all the time! Or are we not friends anymore?"

"This isn't cuddling! This is-ah! This is, oh fuck! This is sexual harassment, you perverted fuck!" You cursed yourself for allowing your voice to crack, letting those dreaded moans spill out like you were some whore who enjoyed this. Which, of course, you didn't! You didn't like it, right? Dammit!

"Sexual harassment, huh? If that's what floats your boat" Madara chuckled, pushing his hands past the hem of your skirt, groping the soft flesh of your thighs.

You squirmed around, hitting at his chest and clawing at his arms. It was no use, damn him and his muscles! In this position all you could do was stand there and take it, because in all honesty, you knew that no amount of protesting would get him to stop. Even of you did get away, it wouldn't be for long, Madara was as stubborn as ever and you knew for a fact that he wasn't afraid to use force to get his way.

You just didn't realize that part of him would ever show itself to you.

"Kuro. Kuro will be home soon, and he'll-ah! He'll kick your ass!" You threatened, snapping your head around to glare at the man behind you. Using Kuro as a form of defence probably wasn't the best idea, but it was your last resort. Begging and trying to fight back certainly didn't work against Madara.

He just laughed. "Maybe we can have him watch"

"What do you-"

A sudden knock at the door cut you off, the familiar voice of your beloved boyfriend coming from behind it. "Uh, (name)? Do you have someone over? Why's the door shut? Can I come in?"

Oh fuck. No!

It suddenly dawned on you just how horrible this would look to Kuro, you pinned against another man with his hands up your skirt? Anyone would think you were a cheating whore! No matter how much you tried to explain the situation, it would still look the same. You had dug your own grave by even letting Madara come over!

Madara pressed his lips to your earlobe, nipping on the soft flesh and whispering lowly, "Do you want me to stop?"

Yes! No! Maybe?

God, why did it have to feel so fucking good?

"Babe? I'm coming in"

"Wait-ah-no! Don't-"

Too late.

The door swung open, the face of your wide-eyed and shocked boyfriend sending a wave of guilt down your spine. He looked at you, then Madara, then you again, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out, only surprised mumbles and stutters.

You honestly couldn't tell if he was angry, sad, confused, aroused, maybe a mix of all three? And it didn't help that you were unaware of what emotions you should have been feeling either. Should you scream for help, or moan in pleasure? Push Madara away or pull him closer?

"Kuro... this isn't..." You started, trailing off when you glanced over the very obvious tent in the redheads jeans. Oh. Oh shit.

So he was aroused by this? What even was this? Some twisted form of roleplay? A fetish that the two men discussed that you didn't know about? Did Kuro actually like this, or was his body reacting subconsciously?

Either way, you didn't have much time to think about it before Madara picked you up from under your thighs and tossed you onto the bed like a ragdoll, wasting no time in climbing in between your thighs and nuzzling his nose into your panties.

"Mm~ You smell so good" He purred, the vibrations of his voice sending a wave of pleasure to your core, a gasp mixed with a whorey moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

The redhead in the doorway cleared his throat, footsteps echoing in the room as he made his way over to where you lay on the bed. He sat down beside you, a hand coming out to gently stroke your cheek. It was a soothing action. One that might have made your heart melt if there wasn't another man currently lapping at your panties like a starved dog.

"Is this okay? I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first.." He apologised, his face flushed pink and his lips turned upwards into a small smile. "Just tell me if your not enjoying it and I'll kick him out, alright? That's okay?"

You gulped, then nodded, bringing your own hand up to hold his as you squirmed around on the mattress, your mind slowly but surely becoming goo at the pleasure spreading through your veins.

"Ah!- I don't know"- Madara looked up at you with those big brown eyes, choosing that moment to flatten his tongue against your clothed clit, making a show of slurping and smacking his lips together -"f-fuck yes! Oh god, please!"

With consent finally granted, Madara hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in a second and diving straight into the heat of your pussy. He flicked his tongue up and down, side to side, round in circles and everywhere he could possibly reach inside of you.

Anything to make you scream his name, and scream his name you did. You threw your head to the side, falling into Kuros lap, as he brushed over that one spot, a spot that not even Kuro had reached before.

"Shit! Right there! Ah-ha~ Madara" You cried out, wrapping your legs around his head in a death grip, shoving his tongue even further inside you. "So good!"

He pulled his tounge out of your wet hole, opting to swirl and flick it over your clit. You withered and squirmed around on the bed, griping onto the sheets as hard as possible. The knot in your lower belly was starting to build, and both Madara and Kuro could tell. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire under Madaras touch, every inch of your body begging for release.

It just felt so good. So, so, so good-

"Ah-gonna cum!"

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your lips parted and you were panting so heavy you barely had enough breath left in your lungs to moan or even scream. Juices splattered all over the face of the man in between your legs, dripping down his chin as he drank it up like it was the finest wine in the world.

Madara pulled away from your swollen cunt, climbing up onto the bed and hovering above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

"Aren't you a little slut, huh? Getting off on my tongue while your boyfriend watched? You came so quickly, does he not treat you right?" He cooed, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

Kuro, who had been dead quiet the whole time, finally spoke up. "You didn't have to be so rough with her" He grumbled, stroking the top of your head.

Madara huffed, a grin tugging at his lips. "She loves it! Don't you know what your own girlfriend likes?" He rolled his eyes before returning his attention back to your blissed-out form. "Ready for more, sweetheart?"

[knightzp]

“The day when I first started putting my songs on your iPod, of course! You remember it, don’t you?”

“Oh, that.” That wasn’t the first thing that came to his mind when he thought about his iPod -it was closed doors, sand slipping inside his shoes, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the ocean ruffling his hair and sticking to his skin. And a heart full of regret and complicated feelings-, but he guessed that was also important. The reason why it had become such an important item to him. “Okay, I’ll tell it.”

Or: a memory of Izumi and Leo's early days at Yumenosaki resurfaces and brings back feelings deep buried in old songs.

this is my @enstars-secret-santa gift for my friend @heatwa-ves !!!! a lil fic full of lionheart feelings starring izumi���s ipod. i was very happy to write this for you tia <33

[cl0ckworkpuppet]

Kerfluffle - an Ensemble Stars Fan Story

Directory

Prologue

Yasagi-chan’s Double Life

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Midori-kun's Catastrophic Discussion Panel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Epilogue

Author Notes

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A questionable inventor dies attempting to create a doll that could replace all her social interactions, only to awaken instead, as a doll who's job is helping a deeply unwell Pinkette with his social interactions and generally trying to help him readjust to the outside world! Awoken as a little antique doll, Mademoiselle will take the best care possible of her two new beloved 'sons' and no amount of being a porceilain, pocket sized, and potentially horrifying due to being a literal haunted doll, is going to stop her. Mostly wholesome but she's got some deviousness she intends to unleash. A little cracky but as always I take it far too seriously because what's the fun if I don't really explore it hm?

Author: @silentstaresfanficandfanart

Submitter: @anotheraverageotaku

Note from submitter: i support women who are evil and unapologetic about it <3

[issacballsac]

Shu would be insufferable watching any show/movie fashion ingrained. Whether he’s oggling and admiring or bickering and criticising you will NEVER get the full enjoyment of a fashionable film with him nearby.

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

NEW MAGICAL BOY KEITO HASUMI CHAPTER OUT! PLEASE ENJOY!

[setsuntamew]

OHHHHHHH my new phone camera has a macro mode and holy SHIT it's lovely; I can finally take close ups of fancy ink!!!!! it's so nice and crisp and actually focuses on things that are suuuuuper close up OwO

pen: Kaweco Collection Light Lavender, double broad nib ink: Diamine Rainbows End journal: Leuchtturm1917

[sadlynotthevoid]

Not Eichi and Keito writing a 10k words Rinne/Chiaki fic at backstage.

I'd like to ask them: where is the fic?

[jaaaaaae]

"Sob, sob..." it Reikaobbed. Dainty Reikaotears fell, drop by drop, like dews on a petal upon the rough pavement. Slowly but Reikaoly, the Reikaotears were Reikaoed into the pavement and formed a perfect Reikao. "Reikaoma..." it Reikaoned, letting lose a giant, rippling Reik(f)art. The sensation Reikaoppled through the earth.

It died. it had achieved the ultimate Reikao.

*USA by unded and crazy bee begins to play in a reikaoly way* "....c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cum on.... c-c-c-c-ccum on... bb... amurica...." "cmon bb Amurika sakusesu no mikata organizer..."

RIP.

“because reikao killed my grandprents, okay…?!”

*silence*

“my uncle broke his neck reikao-ing once”