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«The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury.»

🎶 — Summary: Jaynie just wanted to enjoy the party, not play bartender in heels. Between dodging partygoers, exchanging jokes with Tristan, and dealing with James’ last-minute crisis management, the night takes a turn when Avery shows up, looking unfairly good. Jaynie's heart stutters, her breath hitches, and suddenly, serving drinks isn’t the most dangerous thing happening tonight.

📜— Word count: 5030.

Jaynie hadn’t thought she would resort back to needing her waitress skills so quickly. With the budget given to her by the school administration and the sum she’d saved up over the summer (thanks to the jobs she’d taken), she had hoped for a rest — a well deserved rest if she may so add! But here she stood now, balancing drinks on plates, sweat descending a trail on her face till it reached the edge of her chin, all while trying not to stumble across the barricades of tables in the living room. In a ballgown. Surrounded by drunk and sweaty college students. Could it get any more ridiculous?

When Logan had asked for her help, she didn’t think she’d be chained to work instead of hanging out with Lilian all night like they had organized. Not even in her designed fantasies could she get away from their mess! The guys had planned yet another party — the last one’s remains still lingered in a corner somewhere in the kitchen —and the theme was ‘ballroom ballads and artists’ — whatever that meant. She had spent the day sitting on Lilian’s bed, going through the latter’s closet to pick the perfect gown to adorn her body. With such short notice, she had started to panic — but that was the advantage of knowing her, Lilian had said! Jaynie had chuckled, watching her talk about what kind of colour palette looked the best on her and where to get sustainable materials for dresses (turns out, the fibres of pineapple leaves could be used to make piñatex! Lilian took her hand and pulled her straight down the rabbit hole of this topic), while also offering her a crash course in sewing. Where Tristan – at times – was duplicitous and cunning, Lilian’s movements spoke of her idolatry for fashion with her fountain-like love for life itself — unbounded and free flowing. If the older was the cloud, picking when and how to spawn, she was the sunlight that filtered through every gap. And where Jaynie held her cards tight to her chest, Lillian’s laid open for her to see; a museum of sorts. 

Two hours later, and many, many outfit changes later, she’d been ready for the storm (aka — the party, as Lillian jokingly called it because of its quick unnoticed arrival). As they walked over to the Rosewood House, the light of the moon was entrapped, rotated and mirrored by the jewels on her neck. She felt powerful. Her vanilla-like ballgown perfectly matched the light yellow diamonds, drawing attention to her chest, where a sweetheart neckline revealed just enough to draw the matches of desire. In short, she looked beautiful, titillating, and she loved it. She made a quick mental note to thank Lillian again after the party, as they would probably lose sight of each other in the sea of people. When they entered, they were immediately met with the fog, courtesy of the machine bought by Jasper. Logan had once again been tasked with the role of bodyguard, and so he stood there, smiling as usual. He had complimented both of the girls’ gowns, admiring the trail of flowers on Jaynie’s gown and the way Lillian’s sparkled when she twirled. Jaynie had thanked him and taken Lillian’s hands so as to not lose each other, and with a laugh, Lillian had called her ‘captain’. She’d rolled her eyes, smiling as she pushed through bodies of people. Seriously, how could so many come with such short notice? If she didn’t live here, she probably wouldn’t have heard about it till it was too late to start panicking about the dress code. Having mastered the art of dancing around drunk custom people (she silently thanked her experience as a waitress, never thinking her old off-putting workplace could ever be breathed in the same air as a compliment — she would have to tell Ray later about this miracle) her and Lillian had reserved a place in the corner for themselves. After they’d finished talking about their days, groaning about how they’d both underestimated biology class, Jaynie had gotten a few texts from Logan.

Logan: Jaynie!!!

Logan: Are you still here??

Jaynie: Yes.

Jaynie: Why?

Logan: Oh thank God!! I need your help

Jaynie: ?

Logan: Kaeo is sick and we are a few hands short…

Logan: I need to stay here to watch who enters, and Grant is still sick from the flu

Logan: James is stressed out, saying this will ruin his reputation and Jasper….you know how he is

Jaynie: Too high to care?

Logan: Yup

Logan: Tristan is already on duty :(

She had sighed, only then noticing that Kaeo, the new girl that was hired, wasn’t there. Her eyes had scanned their way through the crowd till they met the tall — unmistakable even in his tuxedo — figure of Logan typing nervously on his phone. Another ping later, followed by praying emojis, and she had accepted to help him. She could never say no to Logan, and perhaps that was a problem of its own she had to untangle later. 

Now though, she was balancing seven drinks on two plated, all while walking through the crowd. In heels. If this wasn’t a cassandran sign telling her this had been a bad idea, then she didn’t know what it was. But alas, trojan spirit must have resided in her, for she simply ignored the discomfort hatching on her ankles and kept walking, complaining all the while to Tristan, who too was upset that his plans had been changed so abruptly. When asked, though, he glanced away for a second, as if fearing his face might give away the answer. Mh, interesting, she thought with a smirk. She didn’t know whether it was the reflections of the party light, but she could’ve sworn sweet dahlias had bloomed on his face, pink contrasting the pale skin. He quickly remarked, ‘I was upstairs, with Grant. His flu has gotten worse, he’s already thrown up twice, and I was watching over him’, and then rolled his eyes, ‘that was until James came knocking on his door, telling me to help him out. He almost woke up Grant’. She let out a theatrical gasp, ‘James? Our James? Asking for help? What a scandal!’. Tristan laughed, icy eyes melting into snowflakes as he shook his head, ‘You should’ve seen him. You’d think the president would’ve been at our doorstep by how angry he was’. Jaynie laughed, offering another drink to a student; Eliya, who was part of her biology class. ‘If the president were to enter that door right now, would you help me throw these drinks at him?’, she asked, while handing him a plate, and he nodded solemnly, as if vowing at an altar. ‘If the president were anywhere near me, would you?’, he threw the question back, to which Jaynie mirrored his face, causing a laughter to be evicted from his lips, ‘I do not look like that!’, ‘yes — yes you do and yes I would’.

Before he could reply, she felt warm hands covering her eyes, and a deep voice behind her, ‘Guess who?’. Long fingers moved across her eyes, tickling her eyelashes and in between chuckles she declared, ‘oh, it’s obviously my favourite golf player; Jack Nicklaus’. She could hear him scoff behind her, and soon she regained her eyesight. ‘You know, I can’t even be mad; Nicklaus is a badass, so I’ll take it as a compliment.’ She laughed as Avery’s figure finally was revealed to her and …Oh. His curls were tussled, as if the wind itself had decided to come down and stroke it, giving him that boyish look she rarely saw. A tight, beige coloured vest fit onto his body like it was made for him, and the trail of flowers that started from the hem trailing up his chest till it reached the collar gave a sneak peek of the body beneath it, and her breath hitched. God, that body. She knew he was athletic, a trophy from his professional golf days, but she would be committing perjury in the trial of her own mind if she said she hadn’t spent nights imagining what laid beneath it, what could lay beneath her. Tristan noticed her look, flushed cheeks matching the pink of her lips, and smirked, taking enjoyment in the knowing look Jaynie shot him. ‘Tristan, are you alright?’, she asked, suddenly grabbing his arm, ‘You look kinda pale…perhaps Grant has infected you!’. At that, Avery took a step back, holding up his hands, as if excusing himself from Tristan’s presence. Tristan looked at her for a second and then nodded, ‘Yes. I’m feeling sick. But the party and James…’. Avery watched the two conversing, and then said, ‘If this is about the catering situation, I can step in. I need to move anyway.’ Not needing more information, Tristan turned around, facing only Jaynie, who smiled at him, ‘Go take care of….yourself. I know you want to’. With a nod and grateful smile, Tristan walked past her, till he disappeared behind the crowd, as if the darkness had swallowed him. Huh, that was interesting, she would have to interrogate Grant when he felt better, she thought with a smile as she looked back at Avery, who now stood closer to her.

‘So, who got you?’, he asked, walking with her down the room, stopping occasionally to smile at people. She hadn’t noticed how popular he was, although, could one really count polite smiles as fully fleshed bonds? Perhaps not, or perhaps she told that to herself because of the small green creature growing in her chest when he saw him stop to talk to some cheerleaders. ‘Who roped me into this cult? It was Logan’, she answered, smiling as she watched Lillian and Chloe (in a costume, as usual) in a corner. Ever since she’d accidentally introduced them, they’d been hitting it off. It was Avery’s chuckle that brought back her attention onto him, and he’d been studying her expression. ‘And here I thought the first step of the cult was entering this house. Turns out it’s working’. She smirked at him, replying with ‘Working being propaganda for cults? Now this is finally getting interesting!’. 

They were so engrossed in their banter that she hadn’t noticed a guy coming closer, till his elbow hit her stomach and Kentucky bourbon decided to have a vacation on her bodice. ‘Hey! Look at where you’re going’, Avery said, stepping in front of Jaynie, staring down at the guy, who now looked afraid — or well, as afraid a drunk man could look. He slurred some words, talking about how the sun was vanishing from the world and he couldn’t see anything. Ah, strike two — the man was high too. Jaynie sighed, shaking her head at Avery, resentment filling her lungs as she imagined how pricey his drunk mistake was. She’d borrowed this from Lillian, who in return had stitched this together with her stylist, so she felt guilty. Avery, on the other hand, didn’t let it go, and stopped the guy from walking off. The not so sane part of her mind, the one not preoccupied with the dress, took the chance to glance at his broad shoulders, the fuzzy hair at his nape and the way that vest only showed off his back muscles, as if she wasn’t being tortured enough tonight. ‘Thomas, was it? You owe the lady an apology’; the sentence in itself was calm and if one hadn’t seen the way his eyes squinted and how he crossed his arms, standing unwavering, perhaps even too polite. Thomas shook the drink in his hand, raised it up and declared loudly, ‘To Lady Jaynie! I herebbby apologiizzze to youuuu’. His words were slurred and dragged, but that would be the best they’d get from him tonight. Thankfully, the noise of the party was enough to suppress his sudden burst and Avery glanced back at Jaynie, who smiled at him and nodded. His shoulders relaxed, and he told the man to go away, which he gladly did. Thomas’s back bid them farewell and then, it was just them again.

‘You didn’t need to interrogate him’, she said, a smirk growing on her face as she watched the annoyance dissipate from his eyes, being replaced by something else, something she couldn’t name, something that made her pulse quicken. He leaned in closer, ‘I know. I know you’re capable of standing up for yourself. I was there when you first entered this house, after all. That doesn’t mean I won’t allow some intoxicated tippler to just trip all over you and think he can blame it away on his inebriation. I despise such people.’ She nodded, watching how his face relaxed now that she stood closer to him, as if the mere presence grew lavender on the knots of his chest. Wishful thinking, she reprimanded herself. He noticed the stain on her bodice, and she felt her cheeks flush at the gaze. It wasn’t sexual, nor was it imposing, he simply assessed the ‘damage’ left behind. She could almost see the neurons in his mind running to find a solution. She liked that about Avery; he was solution oriented, even if the solution was ethically questionable. Perhaps that’s what had attracted her to him in the first place. Spymasters’ webs bound them together. ‘Come on, I know how to remove stains’, he laid down the plates on a near-by table, took out his phone and sent a quick few texts. ‘But James and the party–’, she argued before he interrupted her, ‘Yes. That’s why I asked someone else to come here’. She smirked, putting down the drinks and the plates, relief slipping from her lips as her shoulders finally felt lighter. ‘You really do think of everything, don’t you?’, she teased, watching him look over the crowd, probably searching for his back-up plan. ‘Mh’, he hummed, and then he looked back at her, ‘Let’s go?’, he asked, to which she nodded. Together, they made their way through to the kitchen, judging the dresses worn by others, and once the brown walls of the scullery greeted them, he took a bar of soap and a bottle of Dawn Soap. ‘So…We could do this two different ways; we can try the normal traditional route’, he pointed at the dish soap, ‘or we can try a bar of Fels Naptha. I’ve read somewhere online that it goes well for erasing stains’. Jaynie pondered for a second, admiring how his hands held both things, imagining how it would feel to be touched by him, to have the tip of his fingers explore the valleys of her body. He’d surely take his time and …. She noticed his curious look and snapped herself out of these thoughts. Seriously, what was up with her? He was just a man. A really, really infuriatingly good-looking one. She pointed at the dish soap, ‘We don’t have the luxury of risking’. A fleeting smirk appeared on Avery’s face and he nodded. A part of him was feeling a déjà vu, transported back to the conversation they’d had weeks ago about not fitting into the precious, luxurious society of this college. He swept the thoughts away, took a bowl and filled it with water. He pointed to the door and soon, they were back into the living room.

She could’ve sworn that more people had joined since they’d first left. Walking through the crowd turned out to be a challenge, and soon, she was pushed straight into Avery’s chest, as he had turned around to check on her. Oh. They were close, too close. She shivered, instantly responding to the newfound proximity of his body’s warmth. From here, Avery could watch every eyelash on her eyes – how they rose quickly, and laid to rest softly; the way a petal would open itself for spring. His perfume was intoxicating, cologne wrapping itself around her as he wrapped his hand around her. ‘Come on, it’s easier this way’, he argued, stepping closer to her ear so she could hear him better. He was closer, so much closer. She could feel his breath on her neck, and when he looked at her, awaiting an answer, he was almost at eye level with her chest. His breath, on her neck, her chest; his hands around her own, his eyes searching something in her own. This was a bad idea, a really, really bad idea. But she nodded, bereft of words. She held his hand as he led her through the crowd, fingers fitting into the gaps of her own perfectly, and then up the stairs, till they arrived in the hallway. He hesitated for a moment, and she pointed at her own room, teasing him with a smirk, ‘Do I need to invite you in, vampire dearest?’, which stole a laugh from him. She felt the waves of it hit her, warming her chest; what an aliferous feeling a simple sound could give her. ‘How did you know?’, he asked as she opened the door, leading him in. 

He took in her room, carefully observing the walls, the decorations, taking a closer look at the posters on the wall and the photos printed out in a collage, depicting her, Tristan’s sister and Simon hanging around; sometimes on the floor, some in the kitchen. ‘Me, Simon and Lillian made those! We scrapped and glued everything together’, Jaynie exclaimed, smiling softly at the memory. Avery almost thought the memory somehow turned into a needle and injected happiness straight into her body by the way she was smiling; so warmly, so freely, in a way he wasn’t used to seeing. Something tugged at his chest, something rising, faster and faster. He wondered how she’d felt that day, what had led her to seek Simon of all brothers. Where had he been? Why had she not texted him? But he bit back the words and sat on the bed, patting the space next to him. The scene was quite funny to Jaynie, it reminded her of when Ray had bought a new mattress and grunted like a father and patted it to test it out. ‘Is there anything else you need?’, she asked, to which he replied that he needed a clean towel. She nodded, walking over to the bathroom. In there, she took a quick glance at herself, asserting how she looked. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her hair had gotten frizzy, but she still looked beautiful. If there was one thing she was confident in, it was her beauty. Jaynie was a fountain of allure, her every line a masterstroke only comparable to the beauty depicted by artists. So she reapplied her makeup, bubblegum pink replacing the fading stains, and she told herself to stop worrying. Or perhaps worrying was the wrong word; it was like standing in a pool of water but not being allowed to drink it. That was how being so close to Avery felt. 

It wasn’t easier for him either. The man left behind let out a sigh as he wondered just how the hell he had gotten himself in this situation. He was in her room, on her bed, surrounded by her things, her smell, her pillow dented still remembering her figure and her black glasses on a stack of books on the drawer. If he closed his eyes, squinted enough, he could almost sense her, watch her life progress in front of his eyes; from the trails of night to the waves of the morning. The wind escaped from the garden into the room, and wrapped its cold around his, and for a second it felt like her. He shouldn’t be here, he really shouldn’t. But there were so many things he should and shouldn’t be doing; couldn’t he be Eve for one night? Before he could let his inner monologue erode his mind, she stepped out of the bathroom, cloth in hand. Her lips shone brighter, he noticed. She sat next to him, handing it to him. He nodded, dropping some of the soap into the water, and then onto the towel. He raised the cloth till he realized what he was supposed to do next. 

Dab at the stain. 

Dab at Jaynie. 

Dab at Jaynie’s bodice. 

Dab at her chest. 

Oh.

Oh.

He saw the realization bloom in Jaynie’s eyes too, cheeks flushed and eyes darting back and forth on his own face, as if seeking an answer. Almost daringly, she sat upright, and asked, ‘So? Have you forgotten what to do, Marks?’. He looked at her, analysing her face, as if the flutter of her eyelashes and the way her lips parted could somehow make him unscramble his brain and finds words. What to do… Yes. Avery remembered. Of course, he did. Dab the dress, take different corners, do it again. Yes, it was easy. This should be easy. ‘I’ve never failed a chemistry class before, nor have I never lost against a stain before. I know what to do, Monroe.’, he remarked, watching as her smirk grew wider, like the fire in his own chest. Dull it, erase it, he told himself. But what was he meant to do when she stood so close, so dangerously close? So he raised the cloth, and hesitantly, reached for her dress. He started with the lower stains, and cursed himself. He could’ve just asked her to take the dress off, and then explained what to do. He could’ve left, could’ve gone down and forgotten this. Pretended nothing had been ignited in his chest, pretended that the words locked inside the vault of his mouth hand’t been dangerously close to being spoken. What could have possibly warranted this? His own selfish desires — of course he knew that. Before he could mess up, he started explaining the chemistry behind it to her, ‘Dawn contains surfactants that help break down oils and grease, making it pretty effective for stain removal. Surfactants work by reducing the surface tension of water, allowing it to more effectively dissolve and lift substances like oils or dirt.’ He expected her to be weirded out, to ask him what the hell he meant, but she simply nodded, looking down at him. ‘That makes sense’, at which he nodded. His hands graced the dress over her abdominal area, and she shivered, the contact being too much, not enough. She unconsciously pressed against him, the friction not enough. God, this was so wrong. So, so wrong. She was supposed to be down, lost in a crowd, till Lillian found her and got drunk with her. Not whatever this was. But just the thought of it pulled at the strings of her mind, cursing her. So she watched him continue, hands shaking as the cloth trailed up the flowers, inching closer and closer.

‘Do you know what these are?’, he asked, words coming out strained, almost breathless. Jaynie nodded, ‘Well, you clearly recognize the red roses, and these,’ she said, while pointing somewhere in the middle of her abdomen, ‘these are red baby breath, and those…higher are pink peonies’. He nodded, carefully looking at each of the flowers, as if missing even a simple petal could ruin something. The way he was studying her, like a treasure unveiled by sand, only made her want this to stop, want him to do more. He folded the towel over, using a fresh corner, and raised it again. It was a constant pull and push that they were playing, the arsonist and the douse, the king making his steps and the queen with the power to change the course of the game. When his hand reached the bodice’s upper hem, fingers slightly grazing the area near her chest, she let out a soft moan, unconsciously. It wasn’t until she noticed the look in his eyes that she’d realized she hadn’t been quiet enough. Her face felt on fire, gasoline poured on her eyes and swimming in her lips, unable to move. He parted his lips, ready to speak, but before he could say anything, she leaned in closer, till the only thing separating them was his arm, still resting on her bodice. ‘Jaynie… what are we doing here?’, he whispered, breathlessly, eyes dropping from her own to her lips, and lower. ‘God, I have no idea’, she breathed softly, so close he could feel it on his lips. Brown eyes, dripping honey, golden rays; the trap was laid.

One.

Two.

Three.

And the dam broke.

Suddenly, his lips were on hers, and his hand, god his hand, squeezed her closer, inching higher and higher, till it found its desired objective. He squeezed her breast, soliciting a sweet moan out of her, and with the other hand he pulled her closer and closer, till she now saw on top of him, legs at each side of his waist. Still straddling him, she kissed him back, stronger, harder, as if this was the last kiss she was allowed to have on this earth, as if she could never taste heaven again until her death. She’d gladly kill for this taste. It wasn’t her first kiss, but it was the first to ever make her feel so much. He was an artist, and her body his canvas. He kissed her as if he knew the blueprints of her desire, as if he had studied for months, a mastermind of her life. She closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of him. His toned body fit perfectly against her softer one, and she cursed herself for not doing this earlier. God, it felt so good. He brought his hand up to touch the hair at the nape of her neck, caressing it, just to then drop it again, lower, and slower, like a snake discovering the body of its prey. He was reading her lines, the moles on her cheek, the secrets behind her neck, the salvation on her lips. The altar of her body, he had discovered, was a religion he could stand behind. There was divinity in her taste, enough to undo him.

He held her tighter, as if she could disappear if he didn’t, as if this was a mirage of water and he, a parched soul. His fingers dipped into her waist, thumbs moving up and down, rotating in treacherous temptation. His mouth caressed her collarbone, leaving fleeting kisses causing her to giggle, interrupted when he bit her neck. God, her moans, he thought, how could one hear them and don’t want them as morning alarm? His hands travelled lower down her spine, cupping her into him, and she dragged her fingers across his neck, his collarbone, watching him shiver beneath him. Checkmate, she thought with a smirk, as her lips dropped lower, already feeling the absence of his, kissing his neck. He moaned softly, leaning further back, allowing her easier access. Pink petals stained his neck, and she whispered, ‘Now you have a necklace of your own’. He laughed, grabbing her again by the waist, hands still exploring her body.

Her soft legs against his drove him insane, her hips moving against his, as if daring, bidding. She pushed him on his back onto the bed, one hand on the back of his head, as if her mattress could somehow hurt her. He let out a breathless chuckle, eyes widened slightly in surprise, admiring how she stood over him, how her lips were smeared, an artifact of his kisses. Gathering himself on his elbows he watched her come closer, and closer, her lips finding his again, the stain on the dress long forgotten, the cloth abandoned on the floor. He played with them of her skirt, barely holding back as his fingers circled her nipples, squeezing ever so slightly, watching her arch in pleasure, coming even closer, as if wanting to melt their bodies together. There, he thought with a smile as another sigh left her lips. He loved watching how she reacted to him, finding the map of her body and discovering her likes and dislikes, finding the tassels that made her slump into him. His hand found its way behind her neck again, pulling her in for another kiss. He couldn’t have enough of her taste. Fuck, how could he ever have her now and never again? ‘God’, he moaned as she tormented his neck with more kisses, sucking till she couldn’t tell if the pink marks were hickeys blooming or stains of her lips. ‘Are you praying to me, Avery?’, she teased, and he simply nodded, unable to think properly. How cute, she thought, before leaning back to look at him. His hair was tousled, locks falling freely onto his front head, the way pleas fell from his lips. Once the flames of desire had been stoked, she didn’t know how she could ever stop them. She remembered the theme of the party — ballroom ballads and artists, and the way he looked now, lips apart, hands digging into her waist, glitter from her lip gloss on his chest, a necklace of pink and purple petals on his neck, she thought she had truly nailed it. He was her canvas, just as much as she was his. 

She leaned in again, but a loud noise stopped them, freezing them in their tracks. Avery took the opportunity to study her face, her gaze, her smile. She looked gorgeous; even with her hair messily standing on her shoulders, half of her lipstick gone, and the dress too wrinkled by their actions, she was the most beautiful he’d ever seen. Had he been a sculptor, he’d have made her immortal. 

Somewhere outside, in the alleyway, Jaynie could hear James’ voice, loud as usual, demanding Tristan to tell him where they’d gone. Jaynie looked down at Avery and chuckled, falling softly against his chest. He held her closer, smiling to himself. ‘Capitalism wants its workers back’, she whispered against his chest, stealing another kiss from him. He ran his hands through her hair, fingers playing with her locks, and he nodded. ‘We don’t have the luxury of risking’, he muttered against her shoulder, leaving one last kiss.

Perhaps risking wasn’t so bad after all.

[sashiavi]

Just wanted to say whenever I'm reading your hybrid bachelors posts I can't help but read with a completely normal human reader in mind and it's kinda funny bcs I imagine that only Stardew Valley has hybrid people so the reader didn't know about the existence of hybrids before moving there and is just this big supernatural revelation to her that she just has to deal with now.

Not only that but she also somehow started dating one of the hybrids (idk who would be more surprised here, she that is dating an hybrid person or the bachelor who somehow got a human for a mate) and doesn't know shit about them so when her lover is talking about common stuff about hybrids like it's basic knowledge she is just like "yes honey I totally knew that and didn't just learn about it right now��"

And OMG when she first hears about ruts and is just like "what...��" mildly stunned, possibly turned on, perhaps intrigued. Girly is going through emotions and is definetly enjoying them. Her being curious and getting used to the hybrid bits of their body, ears, tails, etc. Getting used to their stamina and libido too bcs omg..

The uncertainty if she can have his kids or not, and if yes would they be hybrids or fully humans? Would there be any complications? Can you imagine how much more protective they would get over their human lover😮‍💨

Also exploring a bit the angst, imagine her being insecure/anxious about not being a good mate since she is a human and doesn't know what the fuck she is doing, so she goes to the bachelorettes for advice on how to be a good mate and tries to act on their advice. And when he notices it he just reassures her that she doesn't need to pretend like that with him bcs he chose her as a human<3

Sorry for rambling too much I just couldn't help it😣

Ahh! Never apologize for rambling! I thoroughly enjoyed reading your thoughts ♡♡

Gosh I got carried away- maybe I ought to write up some headcannons sometime... tysm for talking to me :3

Yes to all of this oh my goodness.. Truthfully I haven't properly sat down and thought of the SDV Hybrid world~ I totally agree with all of this!

I usually write with either a Human or some ambiguous Hybrid reader in mind (as open ended as I can be haha)

I can imagine in the big city like Zuzu there's a bit of a mix and mingle of Hybrids and Humans alike, maybe even Humans outweighing the population by a lot but Hybrids do definitely exist somewhere within the world. I also feel like there could be some semi-recent political issues about Hybrids and their place in society... and maybe a lack of education surrounding them - Heat/Rut cycles and such.

Pelican Town is a very Hybrid-Dense area in the Valley, I can imagine the townsfolk being a little weary initially with the new Human Farmer move-in.

I can imagine some shocks~

Cat!Sebastian has quite a rough tongue..

Puppy!Sam shows his emotions through his ears and tail.

Goat!Harvey has a nervous warbling "bahh" and sometimes gets the urge to headbutt things.

Or the fact that many seem to have a very keen sense of smell is something you have to get used to.

One thing for sure is they're all fiercely protective and doting if you're with child. I think there would be a 50/50 chance of inheriting Hybrid!Features.

I usually imagine them to have human bodies with added ears, tails, horns etc and maybe a change with their cocks hehe.. especially if they're a Wolf or Puppy- Knot! Knot! Knot!

Regardless- Doting, nesting, protecting, guarding- gosh all of it!

Even if it may be a little unconventional to you.. Cat!Seb or Bear!Shane licking you as a form of comfort- maybe a little weird at first but maybe you grow to like it.

Puppy!Sam or Bunny!Elliott making a comfy nest of blankets and pillows for you to snuggle up in- nice, safe, quiet and cozy for you.

Goat!Harvey and Bull!Alex always on top of feeding you, keeping you happy and nourished. Maybe even gently, playfully nudging a little headbutt into your belly while your baby kicks you.

Head full... rotted...

[bakugoushotwife]

Headcanons for boyfriend Sasuke please ?

a/n: sure thing, we love feeding the sasuke girlies round these parts

tenderly and with all the love in my heart, sasuke is a horrible boyfriend if you're dating as teens

it's honestly hard to even imagine him as a boyfriend as a teen, so i won't linger here long

here's what i will say, if you manage to go official with him in his teen rogue nin years, you're either the baddest bitch on the planet or the most powerful person he's ever seen or both

assuming you're also some sort of rogue nin/akatsuki member you would help closely with his revenge tour and he would find it easier to talk to you than others

that being said he still doesn't talk very much, his emotions were hard to put into words

he can very rarely show you affection, but he doesn't allow anyone to disrespect you in any way n it's very easy for him to stand up for you to other akatsuki or anyone that feels so bold

and by affection i mean he occasionally holds your hand, and blushes violently every time i love this war criminal

he doesn't stop you from touching him though, he's just touch starved of course and doesn't rlly know how to touch you in a romantic but appropriate way

very defensive so you pretty much always have to agree w him or...nvm u saw how many times he tried to kill sakura

he does value your insight in planning though, let's you give opinions when his head is level

is surprised that anyone even wants to stick by him at all, much less in his crazee era!

but appreciates it by keeping you safe and training w you <3

listen to your favorite dress by lil peep i think that summarizes teen boyfriend sasuke

now young adult sasuke would be much easier to deal with, definitely not walking around on eggshells with him

he still is very awkward and unsure how to flirt or romance you

just like teen sasuke he blushes every time he holds your hand or gives you a sweet kiss

tells you about his brother more openly, a sign he's let you in

constantly asking the boyz for help with dates or gifts for you and always coming home with some goofy ass trinket that shikamaru jokingly told him to get or buying the ugliest dress in konoha because naruto said that hinata said that you would like it

a+ for effort though, king

eventually he just starts asking you for the things you like and you freely tell him all your favorite colors and patterns and scents, all the things you had your eye on or had thought were nice

the adorable thing about sasuke is he has a fantastic memory, so he's able to memorize all the things you told him and slowly acquire them for you

when y'all leave the leaf for his missions, he's protective as always, but trusts in your abilities

#travelgoals

exploring together is so fun because he really is so smart and knows all kinds of fun facts about the different villages and locations you visit

always reups on snacks at the big stops because he knows you'll get cranky

cute starwatching and picnic dates while hunting otsutsuki? yes!

picks flowers for you <3 crying

definitely lets you use the cloak as a blanket during the night

always pretends to be annoyed when you whine that you're still cold

cue the *sigh* into cuddles, like he isn't grinning to himself and super relieved and lucky to have you with him

can oddly write? like not sonnets or anything mf crazy but maybe a slight poem when his heart is just about to burst if he doesn't figure out how to put his love for you into words

doesn't give them to you though, too embarrassed

you find them anyway hehe

they're so sweet and well written that you're shocked but also melting at all of his comparisons of your beauty to the sun and the sound of your voice to music

you're touched

snatches said poems when he notices lol like you're not his partner?

you pout and thank him and he's a bit surprised that you like it but hey he'll give you whatever he writes now

he's so babygirl

your honor i know he's a terrorist but i love him

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

#5

Friday

Info-Chan: If you managed to poison Raibaru’s food with a headache or emetic poison, she would be weak enough to eliminate.

Yan-Chan: If that was really the case, then why couldn’t I have done that any other time?

Info-Chan: I give you helpful tips daily. This is just your helpful tip of the day.

Yan-Chan: A helpful tip that amounted to nothing in the end.

Info-Chan: Don’t worry, this one is probably the most helpful one! :)

Yan-Chan: Why are you stalling?

Yan-Chan: I only have so much of the day left before everything is ruined

Info-Chan: Don’t worry ^^

Info-Chan: I wouldn’t unintentionally allow my client to fail. :3

That, of course, hinted that she would allow her to fail intentionally if she so pleased. Ayano sighs as she gets one last text from her crappy informant.

Info-Chan: Toga Tabara seems to need a little help. :)

Ayano frowns, but pockets her phone and searches the halls for Toga.

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“Oh, Ayano.” Toga’s eyes widen in slight surprise at Ayano approaching him. He puts a hand on his hip with a curious frown. “I’m surprised you’re asking. I admit, I didn’t entirely see you as the ‘favor-doing’ type.” He shakes his head with a hand on his hip. “Before I answer, though, can I ask why you want to do a favor for me?”

Ayano didn’t know any more about Toga than he knew about her, but from what Info-Chan had told her, he wasn’t exactly as impressionable as other students. Regardless, the less Toga was able to say for certain about her, the safer she was from being doubted based on her actions.

With that thought in mind, Ayano subtly began swaying back and forth in a girly manner. She smiled in faux confusion. “Well, I can’t say that I help others because I want sunshine and rainbows raining on Academi, but I can say for certain that doing favors makes me feel helpful.” Shrugging, she claims, “Maybe it just feeds my ego, hehe..”

Toga raises his eyebrows briefly, his gaze and overall posture hinting that she had didn’t quite believe her. He simply shrugged and continued, though. “Well, to each their own. Not like I can say what you do and why you do it.” He claims, folding his arms. “As for my favor…” He hums in thought. “Well, I’m sure you know I’m quite notorious for not being able to pick a club. It would help me if you asked each club leader their thoughts of me- regarding my performance, of course.”

Ayano nods with a bright smile, “I can do that! No problem!” She says, and begins walking to speak to the first club leader on her list.

“One moment.” Toga calls out again. He hesitates as Ayano turns back to him but eventually gets his statement out. “Could you also ask Kuroko what she thinks would be best for me?” He asks, “I value her opinion a lot, and I’m sure she could give me great advice.”

After pondering for a moment, Ayano eventually nods. Kuroko seemed to be the more… normal of the student council. Akane always seemed to be breathing down her neck, awaiting Ayano’s eventual screw up. Aoi spent more time accusing her of things instead of actually catching her doing anything. And Shiromi was just… weird.

Unlike her fellow student council members, Kuroko was more humble and respectful to everyone while still knowing how to use her authority. If Toga hadn’t asked for Kuroko specifically, Ayano likely would have gone for her herself.

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“Ah, Ayano.” Shoku smiles at her, although his awkward expression hinted that he hadn’t forgotten their previous encounter.

“Shoku.” Ayano nods, “Toga’s having trouble picking a club… as per usual. He asked me to ask you and the other club leaders what your thoughts on his performance in this club was.” She explained briefly, continuing her petite body movements, but keeping her face normal. When she first interacted with Shoku, she showed no changes in her persona or facial expressions, so perhaps changing how she presented herself slowly wouldn’t stand out to him as much.

Shoku raises his eyebrows in slight shock. “Oh, really?” He lifts a hand up to his chin in thought. “Well, he certainly was talented. He was an incredible learner, and apparently often had to cook for himself at home. He didn’t know everything, of course, but knew a lot despite being a novice.” He hesistates for a moment, however, before saying. “I guess if I had to complain it would be his lack of…enthusiasm? He claimed several times that he wouldn’t want to ‘waste time’ cooking for others, or even himself. I guess after spending so much time cooking for himself, it got kind of boring?”

Ayano hummed in silent thought, but nodded. “Right. Is that all? Did any of your clubmates have anything to say about him?”

“Well, Aija didn’t really like him. Thought he was lazy, which he really wasn’t.” Shoku explained. He turned to his tray, grabbing a bag of powdered sugar and sprinkling some on top of his brownies. “Honestly Aija… doesn’t like a lot of people. At all. I think what she didn’t like about him was the fact that Toga saw cooking as more of a hobby instead of anything he would consider ‘important’.”

Once again, Shoku turned to Ayano with a brownie on a napkin. “Do you still not like brownies?” He asks, smiling hopefully at Ayano.

After a moment of thought, Ayano takes the brownie. “Thanks.” She said briefly, taking a bite of it. She then nods, “It’s good, but a little cakey. And I’m not a fan of powdered sugar.”

“Not everyone is.” Shoku says with a casual smile. “I appreciate your feedback, though!” He says, picking up the serving tray. “If other students say the same then maybe I’ll use a little less flour and more butter?” He says, although more so to himself. He nods to Ayano as a goodbye and goes on about his usual routine.

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“Hi, Yan-Chan!” Kokona waves happily at Ayano as she enters the gymnasium. Ayano waves briefly, not quite knowing if Kokona knew that the “Yan” nickname was meant to be a joke name or not.

Kokona and her club were on the stage, all holding their own script. Tokuko was clearing her throat and excersizing her voice as she was often the singer or vocalizer during performances. Shozo was comparing the script to a book he was holding on the “History of American Tragedies”. Tsuruzo usually got the main role, only second to their leader. Kokona was usually the narrator due to her passion and overall joy of being dramatic, and Riku was usually everything else. Technician, stage set-up, back-up, and so on and so forth. Basically a jack-of-all-trades.

“Ayano! There’s my favorite drama-club-to-be!” Tsuruzo claims, flipping his curled ponytail over his shoulder. He smiles brightly as Kokona walks over to Ayano as well.

“Look! I’ve got the narrator role again!” Kokona cheered to her, jumping a bit in excitement. “Isn’t it so cool?!” She asked excitedly, looking down to Ayano.

Ayano nods. “That’s nice.” She says calmly.

“Did you come to beg me to join, yet?” Tsuruzo asks with a hopeful grin. It immediately fell, however as Ayano shook her head. “Well, we can’t all be bursting with potential, I suppose.” He huffs, but smiles once again. “So, what brings you here, darling?”

Folding her hands behind her back, Ayano responds, “I came to ask you about Toga.” She claims. “He wanted to know about what you thought of his performance during his time here.”

Tsuruzo immediately scoffs, looking offended at the mere mention of Toga. “Performance?! I think you mean lack thereof!” He snapped, placing a hand on his hip with a scowl.

Ayano raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Really? What did he do?”

“What he didn’t do is put in an effort!” Tsuruzo grumbled, before sighing and deciding to calm down. “He had all the time in the world to learn scripts or help with setups or run errands, but all he did was ask questions!” He looks to his hand, counting on his fingers, “‘Why this play?’, ‘Is there any meaning behind it?’, ‘Why is Kizana even the leader?’, ‘Why does anyone listen to her?’, ‘Shouldn’t we do something more unique?’, ‘What’s the point of this line?’, ‘Does this have anything to do with-’ and nothing else!”

“He’s just mad that Toga was honest about disliking Kizana.” Tokuko chuckles, although her voice was a little weaker that usual.

Riku spoke up, tilting his head to the side in thought. “Well, he was pretty talkative.” He commented, “It was only a matter of time before his questions switched from what the play was to asking if it was related to some…obscene murder case or something or other.”

Kokona hesitantly agrees, folding her hands together awkwardly. “Yeah… he did ask some weird questions. Which wasn’t exactly the problem, it was more so that he asked us these questions while we worked in front of him.”

“He wasn’t really an actor. All of us have our own… amount of talent when it comes to acting, but he either didn’t bother or just… couldn’t.” Shozo added. “Honestly, I just don’t think that he joined the drama club to act at all. Of course, I don’t know what he joined for, but my point still stands.”

“He left before I could kick him out.” Tsuruzo smacks his teeth, his arms folded in pure irritation. “He didn’t bother going to a single club activity. It was Monday through Thursday, and he left Friday morning.”

Ayano frowned in thought. She wondered a bit about what exactly Toga’s goal was if not to actually act, but brushed it off. In the end, that wasn’t entirely her business. If he ended up being as weird as the Drama Club saw him then Info-Chan would have provided her with that information. Or maybe “might have” is more accurate.

“I…see.” Ayano nods in understanding. “So, in general?” She asked, turning to Kokona this time for a more fair judgement.

Kokona smiles wrly. “He just, ah… didn’t seem very interested in the first place. I’m sure he could have performed well if he actually wanted to, but he… didn’t.”

Ayano nods. “I see. Thank you for the information.” She says.

“If we were so helpful don’t you think it’s only fair that you help uuus?” Tsuruzo hums, walking behind Ayano and placing his hands on her shoulders.

“...not today. But what do you need help with?” Ayano asks him, taking a step away and turning to face him.

Kokona bounces up next to respond instead. “With setting up the play in a couple of weeks!” She says, peering down at Ayano with an excited smile. “Our leader, Kizana, is coming back to Academi next week, so we want to put in as much work as possible!”

Ayano ponders that and hears Tokuko mutter something like “unfortunately” under her breath. Ayano didn’t particularly care about this Kizana character, but it might do her reputation good if she helps out. Even more so without being in the club. “I’d be happy to help, but like I said I’m pretty occupied today.” She responded.

“Well, whenever you’re ready, we’ll be waiting!” Kokona chirps, waving Ayano goodbye cheerily.

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“Toga?” Shin seemed to frown at the thought of him. Well, he was already frowning, but it seemed more so out of disdain than being generally gloomy. “Well, he was… very interested in our studies.” He said, quietly. “He asked a lot of questions, but in the end, um…”

Shin looks around the club briefly, as if trying to collect his thoughts, before Supana spoke up. “He debunked all of our studies with ‘science’, and whatever.” She grumbles, clearly not holding a very fond memory of Toga.

“I recall that Chojo was quite fond of him.” Shin said, moving his tall figure from in front of Ayano to reveal the lankier boy sitting in a chair.

Chojo peeked up from his upside-down book, but immediately looked away from Ayano. He mumbled something that Ayano couldn’t quite here, and after noticing that he spoke up. “He listened to me a lot!” He said, much louder.

“Be quiet!” Supana hissed, making Chojo recoil back into his chair.

“Sorry..” He mumbled.

Shin turns back to Ayano. “Chojo is quite talkative if you’re patient enough. Toga was very patient, and listened to everything that he had to say. Though..” The taller boy paused in thought, but slowly continued, “..I feel like he was looking for something whenever he listened to Chojo. And perhaps that was the same reason he spoke to us and asked us questions so often?”

“I heard something similar.” Ayano said, averting her gaze in thought. She didn’t particularly think that Toga was suspicious or meant any harm. If anything, he just seemed like he sat with a club for a week and left if it wasn’t up to his standards, regardless of how high those standards might be.

“I could be imagining things.” Shin claimed, shaking his head, “He did seem to be a very positive influence on the club. He never bothered listening to rumours and didn’t judge any of us via how we appeared. If anything, he seemed to have joined for knowledge rather that drama, which can be respected.”

Ayano nods, “I think so, too.” She agrees, folding her arms behind her back and taking a step back. “Thank you for the information, I’m going to continue asking around.”

“I hope what we’ve said was helpful to you.” Shin says, bowing his head as Ayano takes her leave.

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“I guess he was alright.” Gema shrugged, immediately straightening his back when Ayano came in. “He was interested in every aspect of every game. Hell, he asked me so many questions even I started questioning what I was playing. I didn’t like it!” He sighed, sitting in one of the chairs at the desk. “If a game I’m playing has secret contreversial lore I’d honestly rather ignore it and keep playing. But then Toga had to keep, like, doing background checks on the developers and stuff?”

Mai spoke up. “Toga looked into a favorite developer of mine and learned that he was… well, a freak to be honest. I still play the game, sometimes, but… it doesn’t feel the same anymore.” She sighs, “I’m at least thaknful that he told me the difference of a good and bad developer. I see why so many of my friends hate that game now. It really hasn't grown much in the last… what, ten years?”

“He was suuuuuper smart!” Midori said, cheerily, trotting over to Ayano. “He sorta did that thing that your mom would do! Like, he would watch us play and then point everything that didn’t make sense! Do you remember that?”

Ayano nods. When she was a kid, Midori would bring over her game system and all of her games. She recalled Kuu saying that if she won against Midori than they all would have a book night. That alone probably made Midori better at video games.

“How’s your mom, anyway, Ayano?” Midori asks, but is interrupted by Gema.

“Don’t get distracted, Midori, you still have grinding to do!” He says, sitting her back down. “Anyway, Toga left pretty quickly. He finished all of our games in two days and then left! I guess he didn’t feel like farming XP for me anymore.” Gema shrugs, once again having to straighten his posture, clearly not yet used to standing up straight just yet.

Gema seems to remember something and smiles at Ayano. Quietly, he says, “Thanks again for those tips, Ayano. Musume and I are on, like, talking terms right now! Girls don’t usually talk to me! You know, unless they’re..” He looks at Midori, and then back to Ayano and shrugs, “..a loser.”

“I’m happy to have helped.” Ayano says, “And thank you for the info. Toga will be happy to have heard your opinion. I think.” She says. “I’m going to continue asking around now.”

“Sure, sure. Tell him that if he feels like grinding more XP he’s totally welcome!” Gema calls, although Ayano didn’t think that she would bother telling him that.

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“Ayano! We’ve been seeing more of you, haven’t we?” Budo says, thankfully remembering to keep his voice quiet this time. “What can I do for you?”

Ayano pulls her hands in front of herself, intertwining her fingers. “Toga asked me to do a favor for him. He wanted to hear what the club leaders thought of him. Apparently, it will help him decide which one to stay in for good. Or something or other.”

Budo gives a wry smile. “Toga, huh?” He crosses his arms, thinking. “Well, he certainly put in an effort. But.. you know, he’s a pretty thin guy. He only stayed with us for the week and eventually left us for the light music club.”

“Did he do a lot of research on martial arts?” Ayano guesses, causing Budo to smile in surprise.

“How’d you know?” He asks, “I honestly think that Toga just used being in our club as an excuse to do research about martial arts.”

Ayano nods. From what she’s hearing, Toga was just the type to research anything he could.

“He’s a pretty smart guy, though. Some stuff he told me even I didn’t know about.” Budo laughs, “Not that anyone taught me anything. But anyway, if Toga worked out, he could probably properly get into Martial Arts, but I don’t think it’s his strong suit at the moment.”

Ayano nods. “I understand. That’s all I needed.” She bows lightly, “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Budo beams as Ayano moves onto the Light Music Club.

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“Oh, he was an absolute riot!” Miyuji says, pumping her fist with a big grin. Her smile immediately falls into something more sheepish as she thinks about it more, though. “Well… his skills were. Despite how absolutely a-MAZ-ing he was with instruments… his skills didn’t exactly match his energy.”

Tilting her head to the side, Ayano asks, “What do you mean by that?” She got the general idea, but maybe Miyuji could provide an example.

“Well..” Miyuji flopped back down on her seat, casual picking at some strings of her guitar. “...he stayed here literally from Monday to Wednesday. We did a performance on Tuesday, and he honestly rocked the whole time! But, during the performance, he was, like… completely still! It’s like he only moved the necessary parts of his body to perform the song well, but didn’t enjoy the song at all!”

Myuji lowers her voice and continues. “Between you and me, he was sort of a drag. He was super serious about everything. Hell, the most expression he showed the whole time he was here was when Kiba let him dissect and fix up her keyboard!”

“Sounds like he preferred learning about the instruments more than playing them.” Ayano says, and Myuji shrugs.

“Maybe. I mean- he was only here for three days. I don’t really have much else to say about him.” She says, looking down to her guitar. “Except that he was pretty good-looking. Would’ve been our hottest member if he let me dye his hair.” She chuckles.

Ayano bows her head briefly. “Got it. Thanks for the information.”

“Anytime! Except next time I’m gonna make you play with us!” Myuji called as Ayano left.

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“Hm.” Geiju hummed briefly, turning his head away from Ayano to paint as he thought. “Very inquisitive.”

Ayano folds her hands together in front of her. “So I’ve heard. Were there any pros or cons with working with him?” She asked, realizing that she would probably have to do most of the talking.

“Very smart.” Geiju said, nodding, but then shook his head as he said, “Not active.”

Ayano pauses in thought, slowly putting Geiju’s words together. It would be helpful if he could provide some examples, but Geiju was strictly a two-word-sentence speaker. As if hearing their conversation, Enpitsu walks in and leans on the doorway.

“He was kind of a drag, I won’t lie.” The orange-haired fellow claimed, although him saying something like that wasn’t too surprising when it came to most people. “He said he never painted in his life, but aced every beginner and intermediate-level training on his first day here. And then he left.”

Geiju speaks up, “Studied plenty.”

“Yeah, that too, I guess.” Enpitsu shrugs, “He came to all of the members of the club and studied our individual tastes to the T. But he still left the very next day.”

Ayano looked to Geiju. “Did he happen to join on Thursday?” She asked, to which he nodded to. Maybe he was following a schedule or had some sort of goal? “I see…”

Enpitsu spoke again, “I think he enjoyed painting, and he was really good at it, but when he left, he just said that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay.”

“He might have been testing out each club, then. Most of the other club leaders say the same.” Ayano said before turning to Geiju again. “Thank you for answering.”

Scoffing, Enpitsu mumbles, “To the best of his abilities.”

Geiju didn’t react to Enpitsu’s remark and nodded to Ayano as she exited the room.

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“Well, he was definitely a good photographer.” Furredo claims, leaning back in his chair. “He didn’t seem too bothered when he learned that we only really photograph for fun.”

Dafuni smiles sheepishly and comments, “I do think it’s worth mentioning that he didn’t let us see the photos he took.”

Furredo nods, snapping his fingers, “Right, right!” He looks back up to Ayano, “He even brought his own camera. Probably so we wouldn’t have a right to look at the pictures he took.”

“Certainly didn’t help those ‘pervert’ allegations.” Beruma comments. As she does, Rojasu flinches and leans up. He sniffs, looking half-asleep.

“He’s a pervert?” He asks, blinking slowly, before slowly laying his head back on the table.

Furredo chuckles awkwardly and raises his hands to his club. “Let’s not encourage those rumors, you guys. Those are only rumors that really stemmed from nothing. I don’t know why he kept his pictures private, though. He could just be a private guy. Or maybe he was embarrassed.”

“Toga?” Sukubi asked, slipping Rojasu’s bento out of his bag. “He didn’t seem like the embarrassed type. He was super confident and, like, straightforward and stuff.”

Beruma snatches Rojasu’s bento away from Sukubi, but not in agreement. “Right, I think his candid personality shocked people into listening to him.” She says, putting the bento into her own bag for safe keeping. “I say that, of course, because other students hate it when we take pictures of them if it isn’t some happy celebration or event. But they did the opposite for him.”

“So he approached the people he was taking a picture of?” Ayano asked, to which the club agreed to, whether that be a murmured ‘yeah, pretty much’ or a simple nod.

Dafuni giggles, “Maybe you were right about the embarrassed bit, then. Pictures taken face-to-camera probably don’t look too good anyway.”

Rojasu sits up again suddenly with a gasp. “Like that one cat meme!” He said, causing a wave of laughter amongst the group.

Not only was Ayano not a meme person, but she recalls there being several different cat memes. Whatever it was Rojasu was talking about before he went back to sleep was somehow something that the whole club recalled. Or maybe it was completely different, who knows? They didn’t seem like the smartest bunch anyway.

“Well, thank you for the information.” Ayano says, bowing her head politely.

“No need to be so polite, Yan-Chan! Ayano!” Furredo quickly corrects himself and smiles, “Drop by anytime!”

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“Oh, Toga! Yes, yes.. Very smart, that one, very smart.” Kaga nods his head. “Or, uh… obedient, at the very least. You don’t meet many people willing to sacrifice their lives for science. I would know. I wouldn’t either. Not when there are other people around!”

Ayano pulls her mouth into a straight line before speaking up. “Right… so, is there anything significant that he did during his time here?”

“Uh, no. Er- yes, maybe. I don’t know, you should ask Homu. Toga seemed incredibly interested in her.” The scientist claimed, walking over and peeking underneath the tarp in the corner of the room before walking back to his usual spot and typing something. “A-As a matter of fact, the two of them seemed incredibly close throughout his time here! Ate lunch together, spoke on the roof, and… whatever friends do, I suppose.”

“He was pretty smart, though.” Horo spoke up, messing with a small device that lit up pictures of random students occassionally. He smacks his teeth, tapping on it with a sigh. “Toga, right? He really did his research. He looked into everyone in the club and helped us with all of our separate projects. If anything, he was just an assistant to everyone.”

Nodding, Ayano joins Horo’s side as he works. “And what about Homu?” She asked, watching as Maka’s picture came up on the hologram device. It stayed there for a moment before Horo finished putting a couple of pieces together and pocketed the device.

“Right, um… I’m pretty sure they spoke the most outside of the clubroom.” Horo lifts a hand to his chin in thought. “I wouldn’t call them friends. I don’t think Homu would consider anyone a friend, but I do know that she talks to people who have something she needs. I think.” Horo shrugs a bit, “In fact, I think that was all. They had some common objective and extracted as much as they could before he left for the next club.”

“Do you know what that objective is?” Ayano asks, but Horo shakes his head.

“I don’t. Homu doesn’t really talk about private stuff to any of us. Or anyone, for that matter. I guess Toga was just something special.” Horo said, “I wouldn’t recommend asking Homu, either. She talks to people less the less she knows them. Meka says she doesn’t even bother responding to people on the street.”

Ayano frowns in thought and steps back. Bowing her head, she says, “Right. Thank you for the information.”

“Sure.” Horo said, waving briefly as Ayano left.

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“Didn’t stay here long.” Itachi shook his head. “I won’t say he easily gave up, I just think he easily lost interest.”

Ayano tilts her head to the side, “You say that as if he was looking for something.”

Itachi nods. “If not a reason to stay then something else. That something is probably why he worked out with each of us for a period of time.” He says briefly. “Whatever the reason, he surely won’t be welcomed back if he pulls that ‘losing interest’ bit on me again.”

“What did he talk to you about?” Ayano asks, tailing him as he walked back into the gymnasium to stretch.

“The club leader, past members. And I think how we interact.” Itachi said, pausing between each example to thoroughly stretch his muscles. “Like I said, nothing much.”

Ayano hums quietly in thought. It was just Uekiya and Kuroko that she had left to ask. “Right, thank you.”

Itachi merely hums, running back out of the gymnasium to return to the track.

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“Ah, well, he was certainly a great worker!” Uekiya smiles fondly at the memory of Toga. “We really needed a guy like him here. He was sort of the muscle we needed to deal with tougher plants and weeds. Himari couldn’t do all of it herself, haha..” She brushes off a bit of dirt and stands up from her plant to properly face Ayano. “I think the girls just liked having a guy around, hehe.”

Toga seemed to have made an overall positive mark on this club, but that was probably because Ayano only asked Uekiya one question. Anything negative at all she feared would cause rumours to spread. “So you don’t have any complaints? That would be a first.”

Uekiya hesitates, but sheepishly twirls a piece of her hair around between her fingers. “W-Well, uh… He was a great worker whenever I asked, but he and Sakura would usually run off together to go talk about… well… something?” She gasps and quickly says, “Oh! But they aren’t dating! Please, don’t take that out of context. Sakura’s already in a relationship, so she’s not interested in Toga. Plus, it’s been quite a while since the two spoke.”

“I understand, Uekiya.” Ayano nods reassuringly. She didn’t doubt that Sakura wasn’t interested in Toga, as before classed she often blabbed about her boyfriend to her friends. Although they still have yet to meet him.

“Thank goodness..” Uekiya sighs, but smiles again and returns to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure what those two spoke about, but I do know that they went to the Occult Club to grab books sometimes. Toga spoke to all of us individually often, but with Sakura I just assumed they had a similar interest.”

That was strange. Near the end, Ayano’s interests are steered back to the Occult Club. Shin didn’t tell her much except that Toga spoke with Chojo often. “Did she speak with Chojo at all?” Ayano asks.

Uekiya hums, shrugging, “I’m not too sure. I’m sure I’ve seen them talk at some point, but not for any significant reason. Sakura talks to her peers often so it’s not exactly strange to me. Why do you ask?”

“No reason, really. I was just… wondering.” Ayano bows her head briefly. “But thank you for answering my questions.”

Smiling, Uekiya waves cheerfully at Ayano. “Of course! Don’t you worry about it!”

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It was 7:49 now. Ayano had wasted all of her time doing the task that Info-Chan had given her, that she’d completely forgotten that the whole reason she might lose Taro is because of Info-Chan’s unreliability. She didn’t even know what Osana was doing right now. Hell, she could’ve decided to confess early and she and Taro could’ve been on their merry way to a honeymoon or something.

As Ayano blindly stormed towards the student council room, Kuroko, who was walking out, suddenly bumped into her and instinctively shoved her back with one hand. “Ah. I apologize, Ayano. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Ayano stiffens up, which she learned was a habit of hers whenever she’s confronted by the Student Council. Or more precisely shoved by them. “..neither was I. Sorry.” She says, taking a generous step back. “I wanted to ask you something, Kuroko.”

Kuroko pulls up her sleeve, looking at the time briefly on a watch Ayano hadn’t noticed she had before. “Alright, we have about ten minutes before we should head to class.” She says, nodding at Ayano as a way of hinting to her to continue.

Ayano folds her hands in front of her, almost subtly copying Kuroko’s movements as she continued. “Toga asked me to go to each club leader and question what their opinions on his performance was during his time there, and I’ve finished that. He also asked me to come to you and ask you the same thing.” She pauses for a second. “You two are in the same class, right? Maybe he wants you to give his opinion on his performance durring class, then?”

“I know what he means.” Kuroko says, nodding briefly. “He often runs errands for me and includes himself in the work I do as the leader of the student council president. He’s a fine worker and has his head in the right place. Even more so than that, he’s a very efficient worker.”

Somewhat like the others, Kuroko pauses in thought. Slowly, she continues. “If he wants criticism, then his only issue is socializing. Or perhaps a better way to word that is… he needs to learn about what the people he interacts with wants. His goal is to finish the objective he’s given, but his swiftness is often misinterpreted as indifference or him having an unfeeling personality.”

Ayano nods. That certainly sounded like Toga. According to the majority of his past club leaders, that was something he struggled with. “So I’ve heard. I’m sure that if he hears that the majority of his peers think that, then he’ll consider acting otherwise.”

“I hope so. I fear he may become disliked simply because of his own habits.” Kuroko agrees, folding her arms back behind her back. “If that’s all, I’d like to continue my routine before classes.”

“Right.” Ayano, for the last time, hopefully, bows her head politely and parts ways with Kuroko.

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Ayano couldn’t find where Toga was for a while, and considered just going to classes and forgetting the task for today, but finally found him outside of the faculty room window. When she walked over, he noticed that he was reading a book, and had the famous stray kitten perched on his shoulder. “Ayano.” He looks up to her. “I’m glad you found me.”

“It took some time. What are you doing out here?” Ayano asks, kneeling down next to him. The cat subtly switches from Toga’s left shoulder to his right as Ayano approaches, seemingly avoiding her.

“I like the cat.” Toga said, tilting his head to the right and urging the cat to sit in his lap instead. “He’s very quiet and polite. For a stray, that is.” He shrugs, looking back down to his book. “I take it you’re here because you finished my favor?”

Ayano suddenly remembers that she approached Toga with a polite and girly persona, and decides to smile in order to keep that much efficient. “That’s right! In general, everyone agreed that you were very talented. Albeit…” She puckers her lips in thought and hums, “...a bit distant. Aloof even. But a good listener, if that’s any consolation.”

Toga nods, his eyes raising from his book to the grass in front of him in thought. “Right, I expected that.” He mumbles. Despite his clear-spoken acceptance of that fact, he seemed conflicted now that it was confirmed. “And Kuroko said the same, I’m guessing?”

“That’s right.” Ayano says, noticing that Toga’s expression remained as still as it was previously despite her answer. “She also said that she thinks you’re a very efficient worker…. But, in addition to that, she’s also concerned that the way people percieve you might ruin your relationships in the future if not corrected.”

Humming, Toga nods briefly. He sat and thought for a moment, before sighing and standing up. “Right. I’ve been told all of this before.” The cat hops onto the grass and sits in its signature spot as it looks up to Toga. “I guess it’s just something I still need to work on.” He nodded again, more so telling this to himself than responding to Ayano.

Ayano stands up after him, but pauses when Toga speaks up again. “Perhaps like your expressions.”

“Huh?” Ayano blinks, a bit shocked at the sudden comment.

“You seem to not be very used to showing emotion, so I’ll say this. The more invested you get into a conversation, the more bored your expression looks.” Toga said. He continued when Ayano stayed silent, clearly not knowing how to respond. “I know that because I’ve seen you interact with others in many different ways. You pretty obviously switch from looking uninterested to some… flavor or a personality.”

Ayano presses her lips together and furrows her eyebrows, somehow feeling embarrassed and frustrated that someone pointed her out. “...I see.”

Toga stares at Ayano’s expression for a moment, but smiles. “Regardless of how your face look, I’m happy that there are helpful people like you in school.” He puts a hand on his hip, “Your ability to change how you appear is impressive, but I hope you don’t feel pressured to do so around me after this.” He pats her shoulder and walks past her to get to class.

Despite Toga’s kind words, Ayano only feels herself feeling more irritated. Was it that obvious to everyone? What could she change to make it less so?

God, this day was nothing but stress. After class it will be lunch time, which means it was way closer than needed to the end of the day. To 5:00 PM. To Ayano’s inevitable doom.

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Once lunch time hit, Ayano slowly tailed Osana and Raibaru up to the rooftop. Osana was showing off some sort of playlist to Taro, and Raibaru- ever the obsessive friend- was watching, leaving her lunch pleasantly unattended. How is someone so unecessarily strong so sloppy with their food? Well, regardless of the reason, it certainly made Ayano’s job easier.

As Ayano discreetly slipped some of the stomach poison into her, she heard of how Taro seemed to apparently be a fan of whatever the hell Osana had showed him. Ayano steps back quietly, and steps aside to sit on a nearby bench that happened to be empty. She didn’t want to look as if she was doing nothing, as Toga and another student were sitting somewhere nearby. God knows Toga will notice if she’s being suspicious.

Ayano pulls out her phone as she waits for the stomach medicine to set in for Raibaru. At the same time, she coincidentally gets a message from Info-Chan.

Info-Chan: Are you sure this is going to work?

Yan-Chan: Don’t try to make me doubt myself now.

Info-Chan: I’m not ^^

Info-Chan: I’m just making sure you know the risks of what you’re doing.

Yan-Chan: What do you mean?

Info-Chan: Well, for starters, what do you plan to do exactly to elminate her?

Ayano pauses for a moment, realizing that she didn’t bring any sort of weapon with her. God, of course as soon as she forgets something like that Info-Chan has to call her out on it. No matter, Ayano could just drown her. Surely, she’ll be caught off guard by that.

Yan-Chan: Drowning.

Info-Chan: Right, of course.

Info-Chan: So, hypothetically- considering she’s such a strong student- what if she’s able to overpower you? I don’t recall you training your body this week.

Ayano pauses, balling her fists.

Yan-Chan: Can she then?

Info-Chan: I don’t know :)

Info-Chan: I’VE never tried to drown her.

Yan-Chan: Regardless, what good are you as an informant if you don’t KNOW anything?

Info-Chan: No need to be so rude, Yan-Chan :(

Info-Chan: I at least know that Raibaru’s already left.

Ayano stiffens, looking up to find that Raibaru was already on her way to the bathroom. Without another remark, Ayano rushes down to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, she could hear the evidence that Raibaru was still occupying the stall.

As her heart raced, Ayano quickly walked into the bathroom. But she paused.

“Jeez, Raibaru. What did you eat?” Amise asks, filling up a water bottle, presumably for Raibaru to drink from.

Ayano quickly ducks back out of the bathroom, her heart thumping, but likely for all the wrong reasons. Why was nothing going as planned? Why have all of these days been a failure? Why didn’t she have the strength, the plans, the knowledge to get any of this done? Even with whatever help Info-Chan was giving her, these past couple days have only been a failure for Ayano. What has she accomplished? Socializing??

Ayano turns her head as she hears Raibaru’s voice approaching the bathroom entrance. “I don’t… god… I don’t need your help, Amise.” She hisses, acting unnaturally rude to the girl.

Amise sighs, exiting the bathroom as Raibaru rushes downstairs, likely to go to the nurses office. “Oh, hey, Ayano.” She says, turning and smiling to the girl. “What are you doing out here?” She asks, folding her arms behind her back.

“...” Ayano hesitates, but manages to squeeze out, “...I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Ah, well.. I was heading to class since I’d finished lunch, and then I saw Raibaru heading to the bathroom looking absolutely terrible!” Amise said, pulling a hand up to her chin with a concerned frown. “She doesn’t really like me that much, so she didn’t tell me what exactly caused such an upset stomach, unfortunately.”

Ayano falls silent again, looking away instead of responding. If she said anything else she might actually end up saying somthing she shouldn’t. Asmise stands there for a second, before smiling and walking off. “Well, enjoy the rest of you lunch!” She said, walking downstairs to her classroom.

Ayano waits to hear Amise’s footsteps get far enough before she pulls out her phone. Rather than texting Info-Chan, she just blankly stares at the blank screen, unsure of what exactly to do.

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Ayano went to class, but found herself watching Osana intently afterwards. During cleaning time she stood outside of the door, still just… watching. What was she supposed to do? If she were to get caught or apprehended, it was over for her.

When Osana walked down to put the note in Taro’s locker, Ayano followed her then, too. Her heart beated fast- almost as fast as when she first ran into Taro.

It didn’t matter anymore. Taro would love Ayano regardless. All it took was some threatening, right? Better yet, why not hold Osana hostage, since she was just… so much better than Ayano could be? Right. Right… Not Raibaru or Taro or the student countil or the staff would dare come forward if that were the case, right? Since Osana was so important to everyone.

The running didn’t help Ayano’s beating heart, and she found herself panting and almost feeling lightheaded as she ran up to the base of the hill. Before she could put her… plan into affect, however, someone suddenly grabbed her by the wrist.

In a poorly chosen split-second decision, Ayano swung the knife at whoever it was, but her wrist was caught.

Amise smiles at her. “Put that away, Ayano. There are people around, you know.” She hissed, her voice colder than the kind expression on her face. Slowly, she urges Ayano to slip the knife back into her pocket. “Now watch.” She says.

Maybe it was because Ayano felt so lightheaded and disoriented, but she stood there. She allowed Amise to grab her shoulders and turn her to the sakura tree. That’s when she noticed something. It wasn’t Osana up there waiting for Taro. It was Osana running up to meet Kyuji. “...huh?”

“I guess maybe you were too anxious to notice, hehe.” Amise chuckles.

Ayano struggles to calm down, but does eventually, and recalls the previous events in her head. No, Osana didn’t put a letter in a locker… she took a letter out of hers. That’s why she was running. Was she not planning on confessing after all? What had happened? “...what..?” Was all Ayano managed to mumble out before Amise continued.

“I’m sorry that Info-Chan was messing with you so much.” Amise hums, folding her arms behind her back. “It was only because I insisted on helping you.” She holds a hand up to Osana and Kyuji, who were certainly having a pleasant conversation. “While you were unfortunately struggling, I was able to get the two together. Or at least make Osana choose between someone who showed no interest in her and someone who did.”

Ayano furrows her eyebrows. Was it that easy? Wait, why did she do that? She knew Info-Chan? Insisted on helping??? “You… you work for Info-Chan?”

Amise makes a slightly offended face. “Meh. I’d call us business partners if we were on good terms, but somewhat.” She replied, shrugging. “I’m sorry again for the trouble. Info-Chan didn’t want your victory simply handed to you, so she insisted on giving you a hard time in exchange.”

“...and… and where’s Taro?” Ayano asks, bunching up her skirt in her hands anxiously.

“On his merry way home. He didn’t recieve a letter for him to stay, after all.” Amise said, putting a hand on her hip with a smile. “But anyway, congratulations, Ayano.”

Amise folds her hands behind her back. “You’ve… eliminated Osana-Chan. Taro is now free for the taking!”

[silverslates]

@pokemon-oc-tournament Submission!!

Nebula, the Umbreon

PERSONALITY+TRAITS:

Nebula is normally seen by themselves, and is normal to feel cold- not just personality-wise, but also to the touch. They normally will stick with one or two others at most, preferring not the be in a crowd. Nebula is an introverted character btw :3

TYPING?:

As Nebula is an umbreon, they would need to keep Dark typing, but I wanted to move a bit closer to a spacey character, so I decided on more of a Ghost or Water typing for them!

NOUNS+OTHER:

Nebula commonly uses if they were gendered; She and Them most commonly, but well, that doesn't matter too much right now- also silly girlie fren >:3

LIFE:

Back when Nebula was an eevee, they commonly went by Nebu, or Leia. (Star Wars reference hehe) Also, they lived in a group with all of the families working together to help everyone, so all of them would help out, all of them would have a mouth to feed, and all of them would stay busy- keeping everything together.

Nebula's siblings Zora and Mink were both very dear to her, and they were all commonly together, until Zora- he evolved into a Vaporeon and left the group to adventure in the seas, and Mink was caught, and unknown to all, became a Flareon. That really doesn't work name-wise lol-

As both of Nebula's sibling left- she was alone with nobody their age to talk with- so she was left to her own devices when it came to tasks, and the free time that felt so boring and long.

This for the most part changed when Nebula evolved to an Umbreon, and she was finally able to leave the family home, going off on their own to visit the world, meeting her one and only, Golden, a strangely colored Leafeon. They would both journey the region together, and end up falling in love over time.

ABILITIES:

As shown in her design, Nebula has wings!! They are on the smaller side, but still work, letter her fly across areas, and glide easily- also being feathered for less weight/being less heavy.

Her tail also happens to be wisping away, which is a part of her ghastly self, making her able to slightly make herself see-through or unable to be hit, like a reflect, but it goes though you!

As in a normal umbreon too, it's rings/markings on their body will glow under moonlight, also filling it with a mysterious power.

MOVESET:

All Pokémon have four/4 moves, so this is Nebula's moveset below:

Moonlight

Confuse ray

Curse

Shadow ball

Those are the four I chose, but any others they could learn would probably be Hyper voice or wish.

REFRENCES:

SPRITE EDIT:

It's unfinished, but I edited a sprite to fit her too! :D (haha lol)

INSPO AND OTHER:

A lot of my inspiration was already with shiny Umbreon, as they were already one of my favorite both Pokémon-wise and by variants. I also was inspired by the songs below!:

[hiraethwrote]

my dearest hea, would you match my freak for the month of october?

i think i got sidetracked and haven't had the time to rb your kento fic yet but!! OH MY GOD THAT FIC IS SO YUM!! you broke my heart into pieces and put it back together, oh gods that felt so gooooooood kento pinning for her from the start, the hurt he felt throughout the years as she thinks they're just friends, just for her to also realize that she loves him, but being unsure if him liking her back was just her imagination?? PURE ART AAA and their lines just so faintly blurred that it's not so obvious that they're more than just friends, and just enough that they could only be friends???

i'm not a kento girlie but HEA THAT FIC TOOK MY HEART AND GAVE IT TO HIM >:( you wrote it so beautifully, it was so very well paced and kept my heart hurting all the way until the end <//3 ohhhh hurt/comfort i love the trope sooo

i am politely looking forward to your tobio fic <33

my sweetest ave, i will happily match your freak for october ꨄ

i’ll start of by saying how much i love this even concept. exactly what we all need atm with how the state of tumblr interactions are

funny think actually, i am not really a kento girlie either hehe. i mean, i long for the man as much as any sane person would. he is still the greenest flag to ever grace any fiction if you ask me!

thank you so much though ꨄ as any other writer, i obviously feed off of reception, but it really does mean a lot to me when someone takes the time to read what i create and give their thoughts

it’s full throttle for my kageyama fic atm because he is so heavy on my mind it is embarrassing (me who very impulsively bought a kageyama look up figure that gazes at when i’m at my desk ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა ). especially when i started rewatching hq as quickly as i finished, and he has me giggling

and tbh, you lowkey linger in my mind when i’m writing for him bc you know. so as self indulgent as it’ll be (ops), it will also be dedicated to you mwah ꨄ

now, i considered gushing over you while answering, but remembered what kind of event this is, so i’m just letting you know right now you’ll see me in your inbox very soon bby ꨄ

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

NEW GAME ALERT 🫡 Assign a song to each of your tumblr friends?? 💪

IM SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER W THIS AOUGHGHGHHGHGH im rlly bad at answering asks on time 🤡 anyways without further ado (buckle up for mostly kpop)

@pernonix: cliche but it has to be cast me a spell by mili! perno is like The mahoyaku mutual for me so it's only natural that i associate the mhyk theme song w them AHAHAHA if i had to give a non-mhyk song, it'd be in&out by red velvet!

@pocasu: AOUGHGHGH ion my beloved 🫶 suit dance by onlyoneof is the song i'd give them! it's got the suave elegant #swag that i associate with them <3 keep serving all that cunt bestie bae we love to see it

@ai-kan1: (grips ai) i give you boy by the boyz! it's super cheerful and fun, which is genuinely the vibe u give off hehe i also think the song is super ace-core which works perfectly well for one of our resident acekissers xoxo

@anzepanpan/@venushotline: i'm giving you new by yves (loona)! this is actually my favorite loona solo and i stand by it when i say yves only makes music for hot girls <3 it's classy, it's girly, it's got the pretty girl energy dia embodies perfectly!

@senqv: your song is sunny side up by red velvet! i kinda associate you with a sweet, lackadaisical energy, and i think this is the perfect kaiserkisser enemies to lovers thing (pov im delusional) im thinking of <3 we love to see it nyehe

@tartppola: im giving you by other ace anthem, which is we must love by onf! our taste is impeccable and our shady smut peddling dms are even more tasteful. keep kissing adeuce and letting me beat u up w love &lt;3 also liar liar by oh my girl is my deuce anthem so im tacking that onto u as well

@scornelious: hello tv :] my song for you is meddle about by chase atlantic! this is what u get for being my resident aikukisser. im sorry i have to. i didnt want to assign you a machine gun kelly song, so ur getting chase atlantic instead. love u to pieces muah hehe

@pearly-elain: elain my bbg (fuckboy lipbite /j) i'd be doing u dirty if i didnt give u a girlboss anthem! so im giving you snapping by chungha <3 please dont grill kaiser too hard i still need him sort of alive if i wanna continue by whiteboykissing

@sophiethewitch1: im assigning you villain by stella jang! it's so preppy and mature, and i think that suits you very well! i love seeing u in pitlock, and i think the nuanced nature of the song is very sophiecore in my opinion :]

@takumipineapplexd: taku babe u are love o'clock by wjsn! it's the perfect teenage-girl daydream heartthrob crush song, and it fits your vibe to a T! love seeing u being delulu and love smacking u into the ground with said delulu

@spadecentral: im giving you hula hoop by loona! it's such a cute, fast-paced bubblegum song, and that's generally the vibes i always get from you when we talk! thanks for always being supportive of my interests, and keep brightening my day lovely!!

@antiv3nom: POPPET <3 you are getting wow by loona! it's another banger song, very cute very fun very dancey! i wanted to give u smth more creative than slapping on some videogame-themed kpop song, so loona it is 🫡

@yaakultt: aough anyone who has been on my blog for like . longer than 3 seconds knows that i am Not the biggest fan of newjeans but i truly mean this when u give me immaculate hype boy by newjeans vibes! it's the girlypop, chillax big sis vibes yanno? only the cool girls get assigned newjeans songs by mac :]

@katasstrophy: ur song is so what by loona (can u tell im an orbit ADKGKJSD)! it's so loud and unapologetic and layered, it's the perfect bad bitch song for none other than the baddest of them all <3 thank u for feeding me so well w kaiser thoughts always hehe

@leiqi: ur getting superhuman by nct! idk why but i keep associating nct with u 💀 and this song for some reason but its ok!! its a super fun song that fits a super fun person, and i love how u always indulge in my delulu ass tbz x bllk thoughts HAHA

@kruinka: hello kaiserkisser :) you're getting picassO by onlyoneof! it's such a beautiful sensual artsy song, which is perfect for The kaiserartist of tumblr dot com! i love seeing ur art, and i cant wait till i get to commission u again!

@torufilms: im giving u the One and Only heart attack by chuu! it's cutesy and fun and so so so huggable, which sums up everything about you so well! even ur acc theme is adorable, so i think heart attack rlly is the cherry on top <3

@gloriium: your song is to heart by fromis9! it's a super heartfelt coming-of-age song and i cant help but think abt how well it'd fit ur yumeship w sebek :] it's so pure and catchy and innocent, and it's definitely a song i associate with you!

@earthtooz: my song for you is change up by seventeen! you're like a spark of joy to see, so naturally, my song for u is something that matches that high-tension energy! you never fail to make me crack up, so i adore having u around!

@aanobrain: every time i see u, all i can think abt is the tag u left abt me almost making u like kaiser, so i just Have to give u gaslighting by onlyoneof! the enemies to lovesr arc before becoming a fullfledged kaiserkisser is a rite of passage <3 u'll become like us soon enough

@hammannii: man there's like . a bajillion songs i cld give u, but i am assigning you with begin by jungkook! i think it's a good testimonial song to our . unconventional friendship, and i hope we continue indulging (read: bullying) each other!

@notaliarr: hello kaiserkisser :) your song is the stealer by the boyz! it's such a slutty yet like . oddly yearnful song? and if that doesnt sum up kaiser–and by association, you–then i dont know what does <3 i love seeing ur art, and i always gobble it up

@hyomaluvr: my song for u is rococo by iz*one! i remember u mentioning them being ur ults, and rococo is one of my favorite songs by the group :) have fun with ur dangans and ronpas or whatever, and ill be back to smack u over the head w kuroo at some point

@chaosinanutshell: your song is dkdk by fromis9! can u tell im a sucker for cutesy pop? it's so whimsical yet endearing, and that's the sorta vibe i get from you! i love seeing u pop into my inbox and im so so sorry for being so bad at answering ur asks, but ur effort doesnt go unnoticed here!!!

@itshis: i'm assigning you get it by pristin v! it's such a good song, and it's so pussyslay just like u <3 i look up to u a lot, so im always excited to see u on my dash and to see whatever it is ur up to! im cheering u on zari!!

@by-moonflower: i salute to the backbone of kaisernation 🫡 my pick is velvet by exid! it's such a chill, sensual grown-woman-ass song (im so sorry i wish i cld be more elegant) which is genuinely the kind of vibes i always get from u. like the red-wine-rich-aunt-poetry-night sort of aesthetic, yanno?

@aiixen: your art is sOOOO cute!! i love seeing ur oc smmmmm im giving u flash by rocket punch! ur art is always so smooth n yummy n i wanna shove it into my mouth like taffy (pov i have the impulse control of a toddler)

@echarie: your assigned song is orbit by jonghyun! your bllk takes are so big brained (like u deadass predicted lorenzo being a major character before any of us did, and im excited to see what role drago might play!), and i love hearing ur input!

@daiseukiis: my pick for you is eve, psyche, and bluebeard's wife by lesserafim! it's the "it girl" song, the boss bitch song, the hot girl summer song if u will :3c keep doing ur thing and slaying, cuz we love to see it!

@00fabulous/@doki-doki-imagines: your song is love on the floor by nct! our dms are . A HOT MESS so to say, and it's uncanny how well our thoughts match up HAHAHA it's real genius to genius (read: clown to clown) communication up in this bitch

last but not least @ayushipop: my sharty bae, my babagrill, my mark to my lee <3 your song is irreplaceable by nct! it'd be illegal of me to give u any other song after ive heard u going apeshit over teehee go drown oingo boingo in a vat of water for me <3 hope u get unbanned from twt soon and have a safe trip <3

if i missed anyone, pls dont take it personally! as u can tell, this was a longass list, so im bound to accidentally let a few people fall thru the cracks 🤡

[primdaisy]

Hi! How have you been? Miss seeing your posts on my feed ♥

awwww hi girlie ive been great hehe ive been occupied w irl things! <3 i miss hanging arnd here but also truthfully speaking i didnt enjoy the new EP so i havent opened up the game in a while :(

[crguang]

if i may weasel my way into ur brain (yet again) to ask about shalom (yet again)……. where does she fall on ur ptn character tierlist and where does she fall on ur overall blorbo rankings, now that u have completed rb+fu? funnily enough for me zoya used to be my no. 1 ptn girlie but she was so heavily dethroned by shalom i feel a little bad for her alshdhsjchdj anyway i hope this ask isn’t too invasive, feel free to ignore it if so. looking forward to ur shalom work !!! thank you for feeding shalom nation (me) <333

omggg it’s so hard to rank them im trying not to let recency bias get to me but i literally woke up thinking about shalom today and that just does not happen unless a character has gotten into my brain so i say it’s safe to say she’s up there with garo….. hamel is in another tier entirely just because she brings me comfort in a way fucked up characters cant but it’d be something like

1. hamel

2. shalom, garo (cannotttt choose)

3. coquelic, cabernet, chameleon

4. oak casket

5. adela

it’s so hard to pick one character for each ranking i love them all so much 😭 zoya was also my favorite when i started the game and now shes not even top 5 omg i need to keep going with the story because i miss her bad. on my overall blorbo ranking i’ll be honest i genuinely think she altered my brain chemistry because she’s kinda just below kafka. and that’s because ive known kafka longer…

it wasn’t an invasive question at all dont worry about it!! and i’m about to post the shalom drabble in a minute so i can finally focus on studying so hope u enjoy hehe

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari!! it’s been way too long since i last dropped by!! i’ve missed you!! how are you?? 

now that spring’s here, i’m lugging in a GIANT basket of flowers of all kinds for you 💐🌷🪻🌹🌻🌸🌺!! + a curious sel question!!! — what’s your favourite thing to do during spring? what do you think bokuto's is? (or whoever is your hq fave!! tho i think i remember bokuto!) 🥺 

SELLLLLLL HI THERE MY ANGEL <33333 pls never worry abt when u drop by hehe, i’m always happy to chat w u whenever!!!! :33 BUT I MISSED U TOOO and ofc i missed ur lovely sel questions …..

i’m putting allll the flowers in pretty vases and sending u a giant heap right back 🌸🌸💐💐🌷🌷🌹🌹🌻🌻🌼🌼 anddd some fruit 🍊🍓🍎🍐 !!

as for the question !!!!! hm hm HMM i honestly think i just loveee going on walks…. nothing beats spring walks imo (autumn walks r a close second tho >:3) it’s just so lovely to stroll around a bright green park…. grab a milkshake from any cute stores i pass…… and seeing the flowers and the bees and everything is always so lovely hhh i can’t wait for everything to bloom :’3

AND AS FOR HQ … bokuto is a cutie but not one of my faves sadly 😞😞 MAYBE ONE DAY THO i’m a big fan of suncoded men so there’s a big chance honestly….. BUT for this question i’m just gonna go w nishinoya bc he feels like a very springcoded boy compared to my other faves !!

i think . :3 he ALSO loves spring walks…… loves to run around like a neglected golden retriever and explore cute little nearby towns <33 would love to pet any dogs he meets and maybe feed a couple duckies <333 i just feel like he LOVES the warmer seasons and gets sm extra energy that he needs to release….. he rlly is like a little puppy i love him sm :((( ANDDD i know he loves ice pops so i think he would just be FEASTING on those and i would be right there w him . we would have a popsicle eating competition and both end up w stomach aches <33 yeah. just fun little spring things!!

but with that being said... as protocol (and my curiosity) demands ….. what abt u sel 🎤🎤🎤 u very much strike me as a spring girlie so i need to know allll ur favorite activities <3 anddd for the hq guys … what spring activities do iwa and oikawa like ?? what would u all do together ??? :3

sel i am sending u all my sunniest vibes ☀️☀️☀️🍊🍊🍊🌻🌻🌻 i hope it’s starting to get a lil warmer and brighter where u are !! ty for checking in as always <333 and have a cute lil picture of ur boys as a treat… look how cute they are aaaa 🥺🥺

[popponn]

hehe popon !!! i'm like trying my best to keep my eyes open bc i am v tired 😞 so i am apologising in advance if there are any grammatical mistakes in this chunk of text 🤞🏻😸 but hi lovely:

WISHING U A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPON !!!! i not sure whether it's like ur birth date where u live yet, but it is for me, so i hope this mssg is on time ! but happy birthday to one of the cutest, cleverest and sweetest yoichi kissers in the world 🫶🏻😽 isagi loves u sm and giggles and kicks his legs when u post him on ur blog (real. bro told me and i was "damn yoichi 🤨")

on my friends' birthdays, i usually write a letter and give them my thanks for a number of things. and i think the number one thing i wanna say "thank u" to u for is definitely our interactions <3 u have always been friendly to everyone who interacts w u, including me, and i reckon i'm rly lucky to met u this year !!! u're a kind soul w a lot of love to give, and i think that's why we all love u sm !!! and i'm super thankful for all the times u've visited my inbox/mssges 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it makes me happy hehe

i must also mention that i am so thankful that i was able to find "coincidences and flickers" one fateful day,, like that series has the potential to forever change me as a person and even make me become a temporary isagi kisser (never forgetting who i am 😤) <33 it was that series that helped me find ur blog and realise the insane amount of talent u have for writing !! my favourite writers on this platform often changes (sometimes it's a, or sometimes it's b), but i think u have a fixed position up there <3 i truly adore u and the way u write, so thank u for all the works u post 🫂 it's such an honour to be mutuals w a v skilled writer

i also wanna thank u for all the reblogs u make on everyone's works <3 when u reblog my fics w a bunch of tags, it truly makes me feel like that the effort i have put in didn't go to waste bc there was someone who appreciated what i wrote. also like,, the quality of my writing often fluctuates (😞💔), but u reblog them anyways, and i will ALWAYS thank u for that !! i love uuu (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ🫂💞

oh, and, thank u for constantly feeding my reo delusions 😸😸 not sure if i'd love him the same without u telling me that reo loves me too lol 😽🧎🏻‍♀️

i do hope that everything will treat u nicely today !!! and every other day bc u deserve it <33 eat cake, laugh w friends and mb be silly for a little while—u're not a grandma yet, so have fun being in ur twenties, popon !!!!

love u always 🫶🏻☹️

(i hope u like words bc this was a bit of a read lmao)

SAKI IM SOBBINGGG???????? WHATT????? D: JESUS I WILL BE WORDY TOO!! HOW DARE U MAKE ME ALL SOFTTTT thank u so much for typing all this despite being very tired omg ;;;; im gonna bawl mom im so glad i meet saki the sweetest adgudk (also...my grammar is also a mess i hope this shall be forgiven as i am sincere ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡))

it already is!! :">> thank u for remembering it bae :""" and omg yoichi did all that? i get even more in love :(( pls tell yoichi i also kick and giggle when he breathes :(( AND HEY YOU ARE OVERPRAISING ME WHAT IF MY HEAD GET BIG [ahjussi voice]

saki :(((( im also very thankful i get to meet you this year ue ue ue ;;; i never thought i will ever talk to you (or anyone here at all tbh sksk) like i was very shy and hesitate a lot, but then you are there?? being so sweet friendly and welcoming ;;; like you are one of the reasons i'm here and i mean it??? like you are one of the person who gave me courage to be more friendly here too hehe <3 im so glad i meet someone as kind you saki <3

im gonna start blushing and bawling fr now. IM SO GLAD I MAKE THAT SERIESS ;;;;; (CHAPTER WILL COME SOON TRUST!!) hdfkdj idk what to say here before sounding like a madman so uh ;;;; pls know that i was so happy too when u commented and reblogged so positively ;;;;;;; ghjk saki your praises i think i read them over and over girly u r too sweet for me sometimes ;;;;;; ♡( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

okay channeling my coolness energy a bit, saki 🫵i like your writing GENUINELY!!! okay! so im glad you like the madman ramblings in the tags :>> and come on buddy fic writer to fic writer, it would be impossible to like everything we write SKSKSK remember that one time i immediately lose it after posting that rin studying fic. sigh. stupid ass me. BUT YOU AND EVERYONE WERE THERE AND IT SERVED ITS PURPOSE HOHOHO SO I TOO FEEL IT WASNT A WASTE HEHEHEHE

and i will keep feeding ur delusion get ready (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ also quick mention real quick your cats are cool sunglasses or not

THANK YOU FOR THE WISHES SAKIII!!! omg :((( thank you so much for?? writing all these gosh uhuhuu i will reread this over and over again a lot of times today hehe (no matter how busy and hard it is to open tumblr today!!!) this make my day so much ;;;;;; uhuhuhu and aw <3 i will!!! i wanna make a grandma joke again but for today i will spare saki uwu

i love you always too!!!! 🫶🏻😤

[freshxsturniolo]

800 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU SM BBYS ILY ALL

theres gonna be 2 more parts the 4th july and then im gonna end it hehe thank you sm for all the love.

im good feed my matt girlies next i promise <3

[moonrisecoeur]

I KNOW I JUST SENT A DISGUSTINGLY LONG ASK BUT i also just want to think u for. feeding my delusions. like. ive had a ficlet idea ive been playing around with for awhile--and yes its for pegging leon--and i actually got like. 2k words in and im so happy ?! delulus supporting fellow delulus who want to ruin leons ass 2k23

-🐕

ITS MY PLEASURE BBY i literally write little fanfic scenarios so girlies like me (and non-girlies alike 🫡) can indulge in our little fantasies safely with a fictional character who 1) is not real 2) does not care if you objectify him, humiliate him, etc bc again he is not real 3) can be morphed to fit any situation we want to imagine.

this is literally just a safe space for us to be kinky and horny together so i’m glad you share ur thoughts with me i truthfully want to hear all of them!! i literally keep rereading through that ask being turned on the whole time hehe

and when you’re done with it post it !! pls!! delulus support delulus!!!

[gloivy]

current things tag game

thank u for tagging me @felixantares <3

current time: 18:10

current activity: i just did a bunch of chores so i’m currently rewarding myself with a face mask and a lil glass of wine hehe

currently thinking about: food to feed my lil rumbly tummy!!!

current favourite song: Snow Angel by Reneé Rapp, i’ve been listening to it on repeat for dayssssssss

currently reading: not reading anything at the moment but i just finished Fourth Wing and loved it!! i’m gonna start This is How You Lose the Time War next and i’m v excited bc i’ve heard great things about it

currently watching: rewatching the first season of Yellowjackets hehehe i love those crazy bitches

current favourite character: sigh everyone knows i’m a Hermione girlie through and through

current wips: ……..too many to list but i’ll give it a shot ig. Draco Malfoy Must Not Die, The Light on a Starless Night, How to Catch Snitches & Get Witches, Don’t Cry Over Spilled Blood, untagged fest, soulmates fest, dramione auror training fic, crack tomione, uhhhhhhh and more that i can’t name off the top of my head!

tagging: @virdianatnight @annanother-thing @patriceavril @sandervansunshine @hawthornandwine

[autisticempathydaemon]

i love these little match ups!! you're such an angel for doing them they're literally adorable <3

song im fixated on: Persephone in the Garden by Aidoneus. first off i'm a sucker for hades and persephone and this song is written as if it's from his point of view sooo. but the part "you assumed that i could make you feel it was worth it/but all i ever did was drag you down" it's so powerful it makes me want to scream

my enneagram 4w5 hehe (also an INFJ which is... predictable)

childhood imaginary friend: omg i had a lot of imaginary friends growing up but my main one was this girl named alison and we would do everythinggg together. she was everything i wanted to be and more, kind, sweet, pretty, and just such a cool girly

go to sleepy time routine: i'm the kinda person who needs to make up a little scenario in my head. it helps me to get my mind off the day and to stop overthinking everything bc i'm thinking about my lil story hehe

changing my name: i think my name suits me really well tbh i don't think i would change it

fav audio: i <3 comfy cozy easy videos so like davids hoodie video or literally any sleep aid from any of them, i love the domestic boys

boy that doesn't hold appeal: tbh i love every single boy in their own way, truly i don't have a least favorite. but i probably get the least hype about vincents audios, i still love him dearly though, i'm just not AS attached

book/movie/tv show i know the words to: the hunger games omg i was so obsessed when i was younger and i've recently been rereading/rewatching and i really do know every. single. word.

which boy do you wanna be besties with: i would give anything to be best friends with ash he is such a cool dude. i feed off his energy so easily and he just creates such a safe space to be silly and laugh and i love him for it

sleepy ramble: my ramble is also definitely space. when i'm tired i start thinking about the logistics of existence and space and science and the world and i just go off on tangents

gas station combo: raspberry iced tea, bbq chips, and reeses hehe

fav playlist: one i made with one of my close friends, its perfection and i get new music out of it all the time

guilty pleasure media: idk if it counts but i do unironically love hallmark movies which usually gets a reaction out of ppl lol, i'm a hopeless romantic and they're horribly cheesy its a perfect combo

other info: my love language is physical touch, i looove reading and writing, and i rotate my stuffed animals so they all feel loved (toy story really did a number on me ajsdkfl)

i hope you're having a wonderful day, take all the time you need to get to this <33

A lot about you- your enneagram, your MBTI, the types of audios you like- gives me the impression of someone very sweet and thoughtful, someone who spends a lot of time in their head and dreams. I think Anton would be a lovely partner for you in the way he complements that.

What I love about both these personality types is that they are introverted but in no way subdued; in that way, I feel you and Anton would be similar. There’s so much more beneath his surface than he lets on, but I think you bring that out in him, call out to the soft, gooey, loving parts of him no one else sees-

-and he would be SO adorably gooey and sweet. His voice would be the most perfect thing for you, given your preference for comfy, sleepy audios. I bet it’d be killing him to not be there to hug you or give you affection the way you’d prefer, so I can imagine him doing something really thoughtful like recording himself reading your favorite books to keep you company while he’s at ETS.

Song:

Even when we're miles apart, I have your voice but feel no touch/ You are so close to my heart, but we're far from flesh and blood/ See, in a world so full of dissonance, our harmony's a flood/ Inside my heart, I don't need cards or flying doves to feel our magic

I can’t get a read on what kind of music he would listen to, I’m not gonna lie, so I don’t know if he’d necessarily like this song, but the lyrics feel right, you know? I like how it’s formatted like an audio love letter, one he could send while he’s away.

Runner-Ups:

Morgan strikes me as similar to Anton in a lot of ways- they’ve both got this quiet, pensive nature that’s very appealing. If we were as intense and expressive as Anton, it would have been a closer call. Now, here’s the long shot. Someone sweet and charming like you would have gorgeous, dragged to the underworld, spouse of Hades vibes with Vega, okay? Just imagine it.

Note: as always, much thanks for your patience and understanding! I hope you see this and really like it (and Vega. You can imagine Imp!Vega instead if you prefer!)

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[subskz]

NOW. LEE FUCKING MINHO….WHEN I GET YR FUCKEN ASS

ohhhhh this mf had me FUMING HSJSNS had 2 take several breaks before i punched a hole thru my monitor,,, when he made the “joke” about asking for forgiveness on yr knees i was ready to pummel him in his beautiful fucking face he got me FAWKED UP!!!!!! but it’s p sexy when him and y/n fight ngl like my petty scorpio ass gets it and it kinda hurts too bcuz he’s just tryna protect chan 🥹 missus rin out here creating complex layered characters ikdfr

y/n feeding chan when he’s sick,,, and their convo about the binary stars DAWG. that’s gotta b the most romantic shit i ever heard in my life stfu 🥲 CHAN CRYING WHILE EATING HER OUT GOT ME BY THE THROAT BTW SAWRY LIKE IT PROB ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOT BUT IT WAS SCRUMPTIOUS 2 ME,,, then everything that came after,,, girl i ain’t even gonna pretend 2 b a bad bitch i fucking cried. idk how but you fr have this amazing talent for writing emotions beautifully but not like romanticized yanno?!?! it just feels so raw

the last line of this part hit like a truck btw 🫡 i’m literally in love wit you and this series thx for another banger chappie girlie queen i gotta feeling tht things are gonna get even crazier in the next one

LMFAOOO the way i just knew ur next ask would be abt a certain lee minho…i’m not saying i encourage you to bodyslam him but i will conveniently look away if you do 😽

i did definitely make lino nastier than he needed to be hehe despite how infuriating he is it’s admittedly pretty fun to write >:) the scene where he tries to stop the reader from checking on channie was actually the first snippet i ever wrote of bb! but i’m so glad that his intentions are coming across properly despite his terrible methods haha i had a few misgivings abt portraying minho that way so it’s a relief that his reasoning seems to be understood!

PLEASE that makes me so happy to hear 😸 the binary stars part was a bit of a guilty pleasure u know i just couldn’t resist some corny lovey dovey space talk…it is channie after all! and don’t worry abt that HAHA i understand you on a fundamental lvl…probably not the most appropriate time to be a dacryphiliac but smth abt that emotional openness in moments of intimacy is just so good <3

and what a high compliment thank you so much babe!! i’m so touched you think so, esp since evoking emotion is one of my biggest struggles when it comes to writing ㅠ i don’t really see it as my strong suit so it means the world to me that bb3 could stir those feelings in you! i’m also very sorry if it caused some tears i think this entire series has turned out a bit heavier than i’d intended…i hope the happier parts balance it out 😭 thank you so much for always being so enthusiastic in ur msgs, it’s such a joy to read what u have to say and you’ve encouraged me so much w ur kind words! i love u right back my dear ♡