#it’s just part of his routine at this point to wear them tbh

[ilatians]

I love Miles Edgeworth and his brain sososo much but like…. he’s so much sillier than people give him credit for and I feel like we need to appreciate this… like sure he dresses and speaks like a Victorian man but he’s also just a BIG SILLY NERD. Miles Edgeworth canonically doesn’t know anything about flowers, the music he listens to ISNT classical, it’s more like Japanese early disco, and he probably writes OERs on law for fun (and bc he’s a nice person). Not to mention ofc the whole Steel Samurai obsession, which btw I BET he was a huge Doctor Who fan and goes crazy over sci-fi stuff in general. Yes yes yes he’s super smart but he’s not PRETENTIOUS he’s just a closeted autistic nerd who likes cows and reading up on evidence law. I just feel like I see a lot of fics with Edgeworth being knowledgeable about everything and being in general very upper-class in his knowledge and preferences but I just believe that’s Not True; at home he snuggles with his dog and rewatches his favorite Steel Samurai episode for the 200th time that night while studying up on his case for tomorrow.

[dracosbabygirl8]

I loved your fic with Draco sm! Is there any way you can do head canons of dating him with the same reader in the fic pls!(If that makes sense)

thank you so much for the request and sorry for the delay in writing it, i was lacking inspiration, and tbh i’m not particularly fond of this one, but anyway. i did a little moodboard to accompany it, bc why not. hope you like it ♡

WARNING : slightly toxic (possessive) but nothing crazy, there’s a nsfw part at the end.

moodboard & headcanon of dating draco malfoy based on this fic

• with cedric out of the picture, draco and you resumed hanging out together as much as before, recreating your old routines from when you were friends.

• however, you needed some weeks to appropriately get over your messy breakup and completely move on from your past relationship.

• during this time, draco was patient bc he knew soon enough you would be all his. he provided comfort, listened to you, and reassured any insecurities caused by the cheating

• a month after your break-up, draco asked you out on a proper date to your favorite restaurant in town, followed by a night drive, knowing you loved driving around at night.

• he used this opportunity to once again admit his feelings to you in a less messy way than the first time, and you exchanged a sweet and soft kiss that lasted for endless minutes because neither of you were ready to pull away from this sweet feeling.

• at the beginning of your relationship, you feared that your friendship might not survive the transition into a romantic relationship. however, draco’s persistent and genuine efforts to win you over gradually erode your doubts.

• after a few months of dating, he was completely infatuated with you, feeling like you had him wrapped around your little finger.

• sometimes he silently wonders to himself « how tf did I manage to make this girl mine? »

• regularly catch him staring at you like you were one of the 7 wonders of the world

• he can’t help but think you’re his greatest blessing and secretly feels very grateful that cedric messed up with you, so he could’ve his chance.

• he’s very affectionate in public, holding your hand or placing his hand on your thighs, waist, or shoulders. always craving to touch you.

• you resume attending every one of his quidditch matches, eventually wearing his jersey with his name written on the back. he couldn’t be prouder.

• if he scored good points or grabbed the golden snitch he would immediately look at you or blow a kiss in your direction.

• you now attend every malfoy’s ball as his date, dancing and sipping fancy champagne all night together (narcissa eventually made a comment that she ‘knews from the very beginning they would end together’).

• literally nobody could make you laugh like him. he loves the sound of your laughter so much that he would try to be as funny as possible. not at the point of making a fool of himself, but just little silly jokes or sarcastic remarks here and then.

• spoil you rotten with whatever you want, if you pass in front of a store window and say you like this, you will have it tomorrow morning.

• he buys you expensive gifts as well, but most of time meaning presents. like he would buy a book for you and leave a little note on the inside, telling you why he thinks you would like it.

• take you on date in a fancy dinner, he reserved the whole rooftop of the restaurant just to be in calm place with you, giving you a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

• write you love letters time to time when his feelings are overwhelming and he don’t know how to express them out loud. just to remind you how grateful he is to have you in his life and how you are his safe place.

• he could be very territorial and easily jealous.

• you’re his and he needs to showing that to anyone that seemed to forget.

• he treats you like royalty, always making sure you feel like a princess.

• he sleeps poorly if he isn’t next to you, so he would literally beg you to stay sleeping with him in his dorm. not that you are complaining because, being a prefect, he has an individual and very comforting dormitory. so, after a couple of weeks, his dorm becomes your dorm too.

• first time you made love, you were so nervous about not being experienced enough, but draco was reassuring, affirming that you’d ‘always be so perfect for me, darling’. he approached the moment with gentleness and care, ensuring you felt comfortable and safe.

• as you both grew more comfortable with each other’s bodies, draco’s confidence grew too, showing his cocky and dominant self. leading to more playful and occasionally rough sex session.

• he never gets enough of you. very insatiable.

• could have a boner in public just by looking too long at you or thinking too much about you.

• could be horny anywhere and anytime. and if you’re too, could fuck you anywhere and anytime.

• never pressures you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.

• he enjoys rough (but not harsh) and soft dom sex the most (and fortunately, you’re into it too).

• however, there are times when he just wants to make love to you very slowly and lazy. he adores lazy sex on sundays afternoons.

• receiving oral sex is a must, he loves it but it's not necessary (except after a quidditch loss, he needs to fuck your throat to relieve his nerves). BUT giving you head such an hobbie for him. eating you out like a starving man.

• he makes you wear his shirt after sex.

• he literally worships your body and he's the king of aftercare. brings you snacks if you’re starving, makes you a bath to relax the both of you, and whatever you want, because you were ‘just too good for me, my precious little angel’.

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[ashisgreedy]

König with a non-gender specific S/O

Headcannons

SFW & NSFW🔞 ⬇️ Below

Under 18, DNI

SFW

When he plans the dates it's usually some form of activity.

He'd take you on a hike or a long walk any day (and any weather to your dismay at times 🤣).

He loves to get to the end of the trial and see the view with you. His cheeks would be pink but he wouldn't be out of breath at all.

I think the only PDA he's comfortable with is hand holding. He would steal a kiss when no one was looking, but hand holding is 100% up his alley.

Also, he doesn't care who's around, you always get a big hug goodbye when you part ways.

Food! Loves to try new food with you! He loves showing you different food from all over the world.

Cooks exclusively with pre-prepared ingredients (like pre chopped onions, shredded lettuce, graded cheese and so on) to take some short cuts because he loves eating more than cooking tbh. The recipe always comes out fabulous anyway!

Learned how to style your hair for you as a form an intimacy. He said he was just learning incase you ever got sick and needed help with your daily routine. But he seems to do it to show you how much a cares.

He takes his time taking care of your hair and styling it the way you taught him. It always comes out so perfect. (You're kinda of jealous how consistently good he makes your hair style come out)

In bed = in his arms

Physical touch and time spent together are his top love languages. But he also loves gift giving/receiving.

He falls asleep instantly when it's time for bed. He says "Goodnight, I love you." And he's out before you can reply.

He's a super quiet sleeper. You've woken up many times to feel around his side of the bed to make sure he's still there. He doesn't move or snore. Literally silent all night long.

NSFW

Little too eager sometimes and has definitely stretched or ripped your clothes to the point where you can't wear them again.

Kind of ferral?! Once the relationship is established and he's comfortable, be ready for serious and instinctually driven sex.

He knows what you like and he uses that 'against' you everytime. He goes fast sometimes but is skillful and thorough.

Hugs from behind> turn to kisses on the neck> turn to his hands roaming your body> to his hands sneaking inside your clothes> to him pressing you up against the wall> wrapping your legs around his waist> and him whispering praises into your ear when you moan.

Afterwards is usually just him wanting to gaze into your eyes and cuddle you close while naked for as long as you'll let him. He's kinda cheesy but stupidly-adorable. Ahhhhh

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This was fun to write!

I love thinking about him ❤️

[rodem]

Ok I did it I finally set out what I promised myself I'd do. I'm free! (Now I just need to stop stalling on the Cyrus scenario draft....................)

Here is my translation of the leaked rough sketches for the remake Rocket executives. These images are attributed to Takao Unno, the art director for HGSS. It was already known that he was the artist behind Proton and Petrel, because of the TCG, but it is nice to have confirmation that he designed all of them!

As you can see, because these are formally unreleased, wip concept sketches, I wouldn't take any of the "new" information here as gospel regarding their final game selves. Though getting to see the initial ideas behind their designs and personalities is a big treat in and of itself!

Also this probably doesn't need to be said here, but please respect the Gamefreak employees and don't bother them with anything related to leaks in any capacity.

If you want to share my translation of this leak on another site, please only do so by linking to this Tumblr post and don't repost the images directly. (This also probably isn't something to worry about, but I'm saying it just in case.....)

Under the read more is my translation notes and personal thoughts:

Archer: Archer's notes were the big bottleneck for this, ngl. I was unsure what the nuance was with "he wants to become Giovanni," so I spent a decent amount of time looking into it. Based on that, I can infer that the nuance here is that Archer's feelings of admiration for Giovanni are so strong that he either wants to straight up be Giovanni, or exactly like him. Either way, it implies a desire to be just like the other person so strong that you lose your own sense of self. So take of that what you will I guess…..

Ariana: I translated the last bullet point under the assumption that it was referring to the plot point where Ariana and her subordinate go after the player character in the TR HQ. Japanese doesn't have plurals so when I first read it I thought it said they routinely attack children together, but I am going to assume that that wasn't what Mr. Unno was going for here.

Petrel: Petrel and Proton's names being switched around here is not a mistake on my part, btw. Petrel's arrogant way of talking is present in the final game! I have no idea how obvious it is in the English version tbh, so I'm pointing it out here!

(Example: he uses "ore-sama" in HGSS like twice ok. He's so cute and I love him so so much.)

Based on the wording, I'm still kinda unsure if the mole was intended to also be fake. (I'm leaning towards yes rn.) So I will just leave this convo I had with a friend here:

Also in relation to lack of plurals, you could interpret the hat line as him hating hats in general, but based on the context it's most likely just referring to the TR hat.

Proton: I don't really have much to say here except that I've stared at his cleavage for longer than necessary.

There is another leaked image that shows Proton from the front (definitely made as an internal reference image). It is interesting that this reference gives him a grey undershirt while his official depictions from the front (Hitoshi Ariga's 3ds theme and Masters) have him wearing a white one!

[freelancearsonist]

✨ wip wednesday ✨

thank you to my love @covetyou for the tag <3 this is actually perfect bc i've been stumped on what to work on so i need y'all to decide for me

free falling love addict [dieter bravo]

this was supposed to be a porn w/o plot one-shot and is now a 5-part series full of feelings 💀 basically dieter falls hard and fast for a non-binary co-star who just so happens to be playing his daughter. there's a lot of drama and uncertainty and angst and it's a whole roller coaster ride (thank u to @beskarandblasters for the title and an absolutely STUNNING graphic that y'all will see later)

You wake up from your four hours of sleep with a little clearer mind, surprisingly. Dieter’s hot and he’d be a once-in-a-lifetime lay, but you’re playing his daughter in this show. How seriously do you want to be taken in this industry? Because banging the actor who plays your father in your first serious project is decidedly not the route to being taken seriously as a moviestar; in fact, it’s the kind of scandal that could end your career before it even starts. You shower, do your basic morning skincare routine, get dressed, and head to set. All the while, you chant your new mantra: Dieter Bravo is off limits no matter how badly you want to play right into his hands. His big hands. His big meaty hands that you want all over your–

(untitled) dad's best friend wedding joel [no outbreak joel miller]

BILL X FRANK SUPREMACY. this is bill x frank's world and we are just living in it. but anyway it's 2013, no outbreak, we're fixing the timeline, reader is frank's adopted daughter and maid of honor, joel is bill's best friend and best man. there's an age gap and a lot of trying to deny attraction until it all comes to a head and they work out their frustrations in the coat room after the wedding

You would’ve sworn, when you first met him, that an elaborate wedding would be the very last thing Bill would want. And yet this has been as much his planning as it has been your dad’s. It brings so much joy to your heart that your dad has found someone who matches him so completely. You couldn’t be happier for them; and at the same time, you couldn’t be more miserable for yourself. Because, as dedicated as you are to making this day perfect for them, Bill’s best man and long-time friend is maybe even more dedicated. He’s been turning this wedding into a friendly competition between the two of you, trying to one-up you at every opportunity he gets. It’s infuriating—especially when he wears that smug grin that’s become his signature expression around you. It’s torture, too, because all you want to do is kiss that stupid smirk right off his handsome face.

(untitled) blind date [dieter bravo]

basically dieter goes on a blind date with someone who has no clue who he is (you) and falls in love so hard

He never should’ve agreed to this—and really, it’s not even his fault that he did. His assistant should know better than to ask him questions when he’s a joint and a half in.  Maybe it’s a sense of obligation after he pushed her into the pool last week—in his defense, she really needed to loosen up—or maybe he’s just plain lonely. Whatever it is, he’s here, the champagne is good, and there’s no point backing out now. He takes another peek at his watch and lets out a slightly-too-loud groan. You aren’t supposed to be here for another ten minutes, and he’s already been seated and drinking for fifteen. How Jennifer—the aforementioned assistant—managed to get him here early, he’ll never know. But he does know it’s the first and last time he’ll ever be early for an engagement; the anxiety of anticipation is far too stressful. Plus, he’s worried it makes him look desperate—too eager to meet a complete and utter stranger.

(untitled) dieter crashing your graduation party (consensually) [dieter bravo]

this is my baby 🥹 probably the most self-insert thing i will ever write tbh. yet another series that was supposed to just be a one-shot, i haven't actually planned how many chapters this is going to be yet but i know what i'm doing with the story line lol. basically your family throws you a graduation party when you finish cosmetology school, and because you're antisocial and don't want a huge crowd you tag people that won't/can't come on your invite post--but the one person you thought for sure wouldn't come actually shows up and it sets off the craziest series of events

The crowd has lulled a bit, and you’re just about to go find that bar you’ve been so excited about when someone you do recognize walks up the brick path to the gate. And god help you, your jaw actually visibly, physically drops. You blink once, twice, and then once again for good measure. But he’s still there–not wishful thinking, not a mirage. He’s real and solid and here. Dieter Bravo stands on your garden path with all the air of a god amongst men. He’s dressed in black from head to toe–perfectly tailored black suit pants and an open suit jacket over a silk button-up shirt. If it was anyone else, he would be overdressed; but he manages to make it look like the perfect mix of messy and put together.  There’s a part of you that still thinks maybe it’s not him, that the dark sunglasses he wears hide the eyes of someone who has an uncanny resemblance to your favorite actor. But the other, larger part of you knows. You’re face to face with Dieter fucking Bravo.

(untitled) joel x hairdresser [jackson era joel miller]

i think this is going to be a 2-3 parter bc god forbid i write anything short. basically you're the resident hair stylist in jackson, and joel has hair that needs to be cut. he does you little favors in turn bc that's how jackson runs, but he ends up falling for you in the process

He starts to see traces of you everywhere, and he’d be bothered by it if thoughts of you weren’t so soothing.  He sees wildflowers while he’s out on patrol and thinks they would be perfect to replenish the vase on your counter. He finds hair gel in a nearby drugstore and wonders if it’s something you could use. He pulls anatomy textbooks from a shelf in an abandoned library because he remembers you mentioning that you’d like to expand your services to include massage. He has to remind himself that he shouldn’t be thinking so much about someone who’s half his age–that it’s borderline creepy to see so many things and want to bring them to you as offerings. But then again, that’s how Jackson operates. If he wants a service, he has to be able to give something in return. And he wants your services most of all.

(untitled) shotgunning filth [lucien flores]

the doc title pretty much says it with this one 😂 i've only just started this one but here's what i have:

You see his car in your driveway when you get home and it makes you shiver.  That stupid mint-condition hot-rod red 2003 Ford Thunderbird activates the most ridiculous Pavlovian response–your heart rate quickens, your stomach tightens with anticipation, your pussy starts preparing itself for the inevitable delicious torture you’re about to endure.

and if you want to hear more about any of these options, pls send me an ask i love talking about my stories :)

[filurig]

💔 and 💄 for arvo, since his face technically isnt his

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

OHHH tbh for this one it requires all of the categories . and more

physically: well every vätte he's killing at jägarlyan KJFDSKJFSD and also arvo (human) and juhani. although i think the most brutal deaths were actually the humans, since arvo couldnt have shot them then (so his means of kill are..... Primal and driven by a meltdown). emotionally during pt 1 he does hurt a lot of people someone quite significantly indirectly. one of them is selma ofc. he doesn't really think about what he's doing at this point because of repressing any doubts/feelings of wrongness so at the moment he doesn't feel guilt about it - especially because he legitimately viewed bäckahästar as animals (not even only in his fucked up brain way but literally, bcs he didn't actually know that they were sapient). and of course he sees what he does as survival and an exacting of justice later on during pt 2. and post story he does deal with a lot of guilt/shame over what he's done to warrant selma's ire, but i think at first that guilt is actually misplaced and kind of selfish, and more concerned with how bad he feels that he hurt folke through that (who was also really hurt- you could probably on a similar level to selma, but part of that is maybe that folke is a bit more fragile tbh, it depends on how you look at 'hurt'). through pt 2. i think he experiences things which causes him to shift that perspective a bit, but he has very ill thought patterns which are hard to unlearn for him. i think he has very complicated feelings about regrets at this point, because he probably never really stops believing that the world is fundementally cruel, its moreso his perspective of him trying to survive by living in accordance to that might change

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

OHHH THIS IS INTERESTING FOR HIMMM.

i think he, at first, deeply loathes it actually. he hates it because he can see that it didn't end up looking like human arvo much at all, since the illusion doesn't work for him - he sees his feathers, skin, claws etc. its a constant reminder of what he is, and somehow even more humiliating because its a shoddy (in his view) imitation of the position that he is trying to survive as (as a human that is). he feels alienated from it and it just reminds him of the fact that he is never really safe unless he does his utmost best to secure a good place among humans, to the point where they wouldn't suspect him of being anything else

later on in his life i think his opinion mellows a bit about it and begins to identify with it more than his basilisk form, but they are both him to him. his humanoid forms "not quite human not quite basilisk" appearence is something that he finds identification with a lot too because he struggles with feeling alienated/not really belonging in either with humans or in sartrill during pt 2 and post story and i dont think that ever really goes away.

this became more general than just face but thats because well i dont think that arvo thinks of his face as much other than just a face JKFDJKSFD. human attractiveness doesn't really register to him as he isn't human so he doesn't have much of an opinion on that front. funnily enough i think that he probably believes he looks "more mature" than other humans because he is visibly feathered (to himself) - basilisks tend to think that the sparse filaments on humans look kind of "cute"/neotonous because basilisk chicks are featherless when hatched and are sparsely feathered in early life. i think that he finds his lips really weird though, he gets used to having them (and teeth) but part of why he isn't very expressive is just that he thinks moving his lips too much is weird.

[fallinfl0wers]

oh gosh as a fat woman nothing has made me feel quite as warm and fluffy as those headcanons of xiao, albedo, and scara wearing reader's clothing :')) first time I ever related to that trope and I'm not ashamed to admit I almost cried LOL

if it's not too much trouble, could I request that same prompt for tighnari, venti, and childe as well? thank you so so much 💗

fandom: genshin impact character: tighnari, venti, childe reader type: female, either taller or chubbier than the boys depending on you! <3 summary: they've heard of the custome of borrowing clothes from your significant other, usually, a girlfriend borrowing from her boyfriend. since their clothes wouldn't exactly fit on you, they decided to try yours instead... (part two of this post) genre: fluff warnings: none notes: i'm glad you liked the first headcanons! tbh it gets very tiring when most posts explicitly state reader as being petite in every sense, it can really make someone feel bad from time to time HAHA, here it is <3 ambiguous enough for both the tall and chubby gang! like most things i write, really... i try to make as much as i can about the reader ambiguous for everyone to enjoy. hope you enjoy these as well!

Tighnari

He knows about this thing couples do, and he doesn't find it too weird. It's just another way for people to show affection to each other, but not one he ever paid much thought to.

In the particular case of you and him, though... he can see clearly how it's not really working, at least not in the typical "girlfriend steals boyfriend's shirt and looks diminutely cute on it"

If you ask Tighnari, he'd tell you that idea is just overrated lmao

It's a concept so engrained in the world of relationships that the woman has to be small and the man has to be towering over her and making her look tiny in every possible way, but that's simply not how things are in the real world a lot of the time.

Like between him and you? He's not the shortest person he knows, but he looks very small next to you no matter where you look at it.

No, dear, his clothes aren't going to fit you, and that's okay. You have your own, you don't need his.

If he sees you getting upset at yourself because you can't fit on his clothes, now there he's going to do something.

First of all remind you that he loves you because you're you, and you being you includes you not fitting on his clothes, so please don't feel sad.

You don't have to fit on his clothes to be cute, adorable, and beautiful in his eyes!

Besides, it's not like sharing clothes is a big deal, at least not in his eyes, honestly.

They're just clothes... the only special thing about them is who owns them.

Tighnari will pick up any random shirt of yours one morning without thinking about it too much and put it on to prove a point. Once you wake up and see him in your clothes just going about his morning routine without much thought, he's going to look at you with a smile and look that say 'Told you so'.

He likes wearing your shirts from time to time, but it's not practical for his job in the forest, so he mostly borrows them as pyjamas.

If you insist that you want to wear something that is his, he will get something like a hair accessory or a visor to cover his eyes from the sun, wear it in front of you a couple times, then tell you you can borrow those instead, they'll be more useful and more comfortable for you anyway.

"Whaaat? You... think you're missing out... because you can't fit on my clothes? [name], they're just pieces of fabric cut out and stitched together, it really isn't a big deal. Plus, it's not like you chose to have the body type you have, and even then, you're already beautiful. Now come here, let me put this visor on your head... mm, that's good. Now you're wearing something of mine and protecting your eyes at the same time. See how easy that was? Now come on, we have a long day ahead."

Venti

He picks up quickly on how you look on at the couples where the girlfriend is wearing something of the boyfriend and how you get sulky about it.

He has the easiest solution out of everyone, he drapes his cape over your shoulders while you're sitting down one day and gives you a big smile.

Sure, the cape doesn't suit you the same way that it suits him, but it's fine, right? It's his, and you're wearing it!

Now, now, he won't stand for you being sad! You're his beautiful muse, a smile is what suits you better than anything!

If none of his other clothes will fit you no matter what, he's not against somehow getting you a matching outfit that looks exactly like his own but is your size.

And if that fails, well, who ever said that it had to be you the one who steals his clothes?

So you shouldn't feel surprised when you find him in your room one day, trying on your clothes and modeling them on the fullbody mirror.

He looks back at you and smiles, hurrying to hug you and sing praises about you and your fashion sense.

Yup, you're going to see him wearing your shirts and hoodies and sweaters every now and then, only that because your pants, dresses and skirts are just hard for him to style on himself lmao, plus you look so cute on them he doesn't want to damage them in his day to day shenanigans!

He's going to reassure you that he loves you the way you are, that it's okay if you're bigger than him, it's just another thing he likes about you.

As long as you're healthy, all that matters is how happy you are.

So he will do his everything to make you smile more often!

Something he does a lot is sitting on your lap while wearing your shirt, and hugs you like a koala while drinking wine and telling you how lovely you are.

"Ah, it's you! My sweet dandelion, look at this! I always knew you were good at picking out clothes, but this? This sweater is so soft! It's not my color though, so I was thinking maybe this other shirt would be nice for today... Oh? Ehe, why, of course, my muse, I'm trying on your clothes! It gives me a soft and special feeling... It feels just like being around you!"

Childe

He's also very much aware of this custome of couples exchanging clothes, and in truth, he felt a little sad for a second that he couldn't have that with you.

But you know what? Fuck that concept, if you like his clothes, like, say, his coats, he'll get you one of the finest quality tailored to fit you perfectly!

That's something he always does tbh, when you see a cute dress, blouse or skirt that you want, but they don't have it in your size, he brings out his wallet and gets a professional seamstress to make one for you!

His beloved will NOT have to be sad over something so easily attainable like clothes, not on his watch!

Childe heard you getting upset because you couldn't fit on his clothes, and felt like you were missing out on something...

Again, if he hears you liking a certain piece of his clothing, he'll get one done for you, but he'll keep thinking.

Like, sure, it's a cute thing to borrow your lover's clothes but hey? He really doesn't think that his usual outfits would be flattering on you even if they fitted you tbh.

He just thinks they're too stiff... and he can still see where blood was splattered on them even after they're all squeaky clean, and he definitely does NOT want to see you in bloody clothes.

One night, he will insist on wearing something of yours to bed, and he will, even if you say he shouldn't.

He's like ??? Gasps, babe, it's my duty as boyfriend to make sure your clothes are comfy!

Which it really isn't but you let him anyway.

Your oversized long-sleeved blouse is airy and comfortable on him, he lets out a sigh of relief as he lays down on the bed, looking up at you with a grin.

He really likes this arrangement. It's homely and cozy, he wears your clothes when he's free, it's relaxing.

"You know, I think I'm going to keep this one. Kidding, kidding! It's just soft and it smells of you... I like it. What, you're blushing? That's adorable of you! Come here, if you want to wear something mine so much, let me give you this scarf I made. There, now we're both wearing something of the other!"

fallinfl0wers. 2023.

[courtofmatchups]

ooo could i possibly get an obey me matchup? :) i’m an aries, entp, bi, she/they pronouns

i’m about 5’8 with shoulder length hair that’s relatively straight. i like to wear crop tops and high waisted stuff, my fashion taste is pretty androgynous overall and is kind of an 80s/90s vibe. i almost never wear makeup or do my hair. and i’m always bumping into things so i have several bruises at any given time

i make comics and i’m a grad student TA. i have a caffeine addiction and the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy. i’m known for my ability to remain calm and optimistic, and also for being relatively quiet but when i do speak it’s always something out of pocket. i’m not shy i just don’t got shit to say. i love to help people and also make them laugh and/or cry with my art

hobbies/interests/likes: gossiping, funny movies, making playlists, singing/karaoke, acting, writing screenplays and songs, drawing/animating, traveling, going on walks/hikes, sending cursed images in the groupchat, and every animal in the world except dogs and spiders. love any excuse to wear some sort of costume or goofy outfit

dislikes: i hateeee cooking it’s so boring. also hate being dirty i can’t function when i feel gross. not a fan of loud music or weed/cig smell either so i don’t go to parties/clubs often. i have massive sensory issues when it comes to bad smells. i dislike routine too i love change and challenging norms. i couldn’t be with someone who gets secondhand embarrassment easily cuz i’ll be weird in public and not care. in fact i’d hope that my partner would join me

my red flags are i’m terrified of aging and being undesirable and there is not a single body part that i haven’t been insecure about at some point. i’m stubborn and i’m a complainer i love kvetching about random shit. i am rather skittish and look scared/confused all the time like a wild rabbit. i don’t bring much to the table tbh but i can make you laugh i am always eager to try new things and my heart is true. i imagine i’d be pretty low maintenance in a relationship, as long as u are nice to me and don’t cheat on me we’re good

It seems to me you have captured the heart of...

The Scummy Second-Born,

Mammon!

:0

Someone who is chaotic as he is?? And smart as hell?? He's already interested. And as he learns more about you, that interest soon spirals into infatuation. But Mammon, being the tsundere he is, will try to deny these feelings, and ultimately fail. You're just *that* charming

Your sense of humour is what stands out to him the most. It's a little juvenile, but that's what he likes (Lucifer, prepare yourself for some bad joke induced migraines). And your calm and optimistic nature is something he can get behind. And when you say something completely unhinged, it might take him aback at first, but it'll grow on him

A lot of his interests line up with yours, like karaoke and movies, so you can expect him to take you to karaoke palours and to movie theatres. If it ever gets to crowded or too noisy, he'll get you someplace calmer and quieter as soon as possible. He'll notice it pretty quickly, as he's pretty observant, especially when it comes to you (in a wholesome way that doesn't make you feel like you're being viewed under a microscope, that is)

Whenever the two of you are apart, you can expect him to send you lots of cursed images to you also. Of course, you cannot forget about the unhinged yet wholesome texts you send to each other

You draw comics? Mammon LOVES that about you too, so please, draw a silly little comic about your misadventures. He's not gonna sell them though. You made those comics especially for him. As money-hungry as he is, those comics hold a special place in his heart.

He can understand your distaste for being dirty (he lives with Asmo after all), so he'll send you care packages with cute little soaps, shampoos, and different body lotions

You don't have to worry about Mammon ever cheating on you, as he's clingy as hell

If you ever overwork yourself from a caffeine-induced high (being a grad student TA is no walk in the park), he's gonna drag you to sleep. Please do not resist

In a nutshell, your relationship would look like this:

[direwombat]

47 and 43 for syb and jacob!

thank you so much~!

43. What do they like to see each other in?

semi joke answer: absolutely nothing, but covered in blood.

real answer, i genuinely don't think they're terribly concerned with things like that, BUT, i think syb managed to dig up a photo of jacob in his dress uniform and found it absurdly sexy. he doesn't have it anymore tho (burned it after being discharged), so she's not gonna see him wearing them in person . :( other than that, tbh i think she just likes seeing him dressed down. Like, just an undershirt/tank and a pair of sweats? girl, she WILL be undressing him with her eyes/staring at his dick until he gets the memo. bonus points if it's post!shower and he has a towel hanging around his neck, and he's just damp enough that everything is clinging just right.

and jacob likes it whenever syb wears his clothes. it really strokes the whole "she's his" part of his brain if she's wearing something he knows smells like him. the first time he saw her wearing just his field jacket and her panties he got worked up enough for incredibly rare Round 2. also a collar. he thinks she looks damn good in a leather collar.

47. Who still gets butterflies after years of dating?

in one of the aus where they do end up together for a long time, they both do, but it's rare. they're the type who would fall into a somehow un-discussed, but mutually agreed upon routine and find comfort in that. but every now and then, one would do something "sweet" (by their considerations) and it would be enough to disrupt that routine and cause the little butterflies.

but in syb's canon/the new dawn au? oh boy all the butterflies they had when they first started catching feelings come back after they reunite in the World After. Things have changed. They've changed. but the feelings they had for each other all those years ago haven't, so they get to have the wonderfully adorable experience of being in their mid 40s/50s and finding that love they had thought was lost again :)

questions from this ask meme!

[vacantgodling]

bless u @muddshadow cuz ur tags give me a reason to Be Alive

to answer some of this bc brain worms:

LITERALLY YEAH. the reason their irritation at best -> fuck buddies -> full blown emotional & physical affair -> husbands pipeline actually works is bc they’re both extremely honest with their bodies; i’d argue as their Parent(tm) that it’s the only way the two of them are truly honest. “your words may say one thing but your actions another” type of thing. and tbh, they’ve neither of them really have met anyone who speaks in that same “language” of sorts until they meet each other. and i think that’s kind of why they work—they speak each other’s language. words are a defensive and offensive mechanism for both of them, so to find someone who sees past that into their true feelings through their actions is uncomfortably revealing AND good for them. like later in life they’ve lowkey really mellowed out lmao. they still bitch at each other (this will never change) but it’s much more of a married couple bickering lovingly than the actual barbs of yesteryear. but that’s just me waxing poetic about how much i love them speaking each other’s body lingo — ANYWAY-

hya 100% has a 16 step skin care routine, which he usually does in the bathtub which doubles as him steaming his face. the thing about hya is he Really dislikes showers (childhood trauma) but he usually takes baths because he enjoys the leisure of the whole thing. therefore, what better time to pamper his face too? he’s quite methodical and it’s kind of soothing to him in a way lmao.

YEAH THE MATCHING RINGS EMOTIONAL DAMAGE x9000000. the other interesting thing about their matching rings is that they are actually super plain gold bands. it was a compromise of sorts (which is surprising that the two of them were capable of cough) but amon likes simpler things and hya refuses any jewelry that isn’t gold so they found a nice middle ground. amon does usually wear his ring on a chain around his neck though bc he prefers having his hands free of jewelry (old fighting ring habits; the only jewelry you need in a brawl are brass knuckles ya feel) but you can definitely tell the rings match :3c

OUGH NO I HAVENT WRITTEN IT YET BUT I KNOW EXACTLY WHEN IT HAPPENS—not to give too much away but hya saying amon’s name plays a huge role in the big ass climax scene so 👀 i’m damn emo about it i can’t wait until i Actually write it so i can not be normal for the rest of my life.

talking about their feelings Would help and amon isn’t against it; it’s really just hya “i have a stick shoved so far up my ass that it’s a permanent part of my bone structure” who’s the problem. i think if they Do ever talk about their feelings it’s definitely at least a year or two removed from the end of paramour and it’s probably while they’re fucking bc lbr that’s the only time vulnerable honesty exists with these two. so it’s definitely an “off camera” moment but i should write it at some point so i can weep about it

finally, on a long road trip that would depend. they’re both pretty introverted tbh so they don’t always Need to fill the space with words and they both enjoy travel in their own ways. if they were taking a journey that they paid for and didn’t have to make decisions about i think it’d be actually pleasant but if they were driving in like a modern au or something Good Fucking Luck. they would bitch about directions ALL THE TIME and the radio would become a battle unless they decided to listen to audio books. the problem is that amon would get distracted during an audio book and hya would kill him if he interrupted so like tbh modern day road trip is So Much Squabbling would not recommend.

16, 27, 48 for Hya and Amon :v

thank you :v!!

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

god no lmao. hya refuses to mark his skin with anything; tattoos, scars, etc. if you’re thinking what about when he has acne and lemme tell you my guy loses his fucking mind when he has pimples even. amon already has enough marks (the scars) on his body so even if it’s art he’s not really keen to have more happen to his skin. both of them are jewelry people anyway so they’re more likely to get matching rings and stuff cuz they’re fucking married lol.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

hya never says i love you verbally so LMAO. basically a lot of it boils down to reading between the lines of his actions; the things he does that he doesn’t usually do say a LOT. hya saying amon’s actual name instead of just “butler” is a huge one; letting touches linger, reading together and seeking amon out; actually LISTENING to amon’s opinions LMAO, letting amon touch his hair, or top (i know that’s a huge gasp but it happens after the end of paramour so it’s technically never seen however i’ve thought a lot about it and i cried about it once bc they make me emo), etc. basically, for hya it’s letting amon become a part of his life and that’s one of the biggest ways he can show he loves him

ugh i’m emo about these two

anyway, when it comes to amon, he’s more verbose about telling hya he loves him yeah but he also gets extremely comfortable being Himself around hya—which, for amon, a man of many masks and faces, is unusual and says a lot. he can’t help but want to be honest with hya about who he is, what he’s about, his intentions, desires, etc. so i think that’s probably the biggest way he shows his love.

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

they don’t really “talk” about it in the traditional sense. i mean, they never sit down and talk about their feelings in general because that would just be a massive clusterfuck and not in a good way LMAO. but they do… infer a lot? they’re bad with their emotions but they are better with being straightforward with their actions. so, realistically after the Huge Climax happens and the finale tm, they just. they already know that they aren’t going anywhere. that they’re stuck with each other. i mean, they even go tie the knot which lol i wonder how that ceremony went cuz they didn’t tell ANYONE about it lol. but they just kind of make a decision and neither one of them contradict moving in together or becoming husbands and shit so. yeah lol.

[t4rt4gl14]

,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ before we drift off to sleep.. :: genshin impact [ 🐝 ]

!! featuring : kaeya. diluc. zhongli.

-> ☆ pt.2 ☆ = childe. xiao

¡!warnings : none tbh!! hella fluff + doing zhongli and xiaos eyeliner + childe being annoying af + diluc washing your hair +[ use of pet names such as darling, dear, snowflake, bby etc ]

requests -> open

a/n -> this was just an idea of how you and [ character ] are preparing for bed but you both get distracted <33 however for xiao and zhonglis part you’re both getting ready in the morning !! -> also tagging @ravenina14

kaeya.♡

you and kaeya were both brushing your teeth before going to bed, until you noticed a colourful small container in the corner of your eye. “wait kaeya look! it’s my face products!”. he looked at you, slightly confused but then you had explained how you use to have a skin care routine but eventually got too lazy to do it regularly 💀. just as you were about to it store it away, “hey why don’t you try it on me instead hm?~”, he suggest before pulling you to the bedroom: lying down whilst taking off his eyepatch. you admire his beauty.

you push his bangs away from his forehead before returning with a towel and bowl of water. he pats his lap, “sit here snowflake”, you sit on his lap and he coos, “ohh~ hahaa might as well grind on me too”, you roll your eyes, along with a chuckle. but soon after you start by wiping his face with water, then applying a numerous amount of face cleansing and softening soaps/creams before washing them off. and patting his face dry.

his cold hand reaches to touch his cheek “woah. so this is how your face is so soft all the time!”

diluc.♡

you huffed and puffed whilst brushing your hair, you just couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong! you put shampoo on it, you condition it and brush thru it thoroughly- why does it feel so damaged. you then thought of a brilliant idea. you walked over to your boyfriend who was leaning in bed, waiting for you to cuddle with him. “diluc bby?”, he hums in response, “my hair is damaged and dry, i shampoo and condition it but it’s still weird ! i was wondering if you could help?”, you question, running your fingers through his soft hair, “of course dove.”

soon you’re both in a bathroom and you’re wearing nothing but a towel. it was so relaxing, diluc was giving a step by step tutorial of what he does to maintain his smooth and silky locks. “do you use hot water?”, you nod, “well from now own use cold water, lukewarm at best.”, he gave a deep scalp massage and made sure to properly condition your hair, especially at the ends since they were most important. [ if you have long hair he’d trim it just slightly! so it can look much neater ! ]

he smiled with a slight tint on his face, “i’m glad you’re happy dove.”

zhongli.♡

you walk back to your bedroom, “zhongli? honey it’s time to go- oh? what’re you doing?”, he only picks a small container of what seems to be red eyeliner along with a brush that has a thin point. you observe his eyes without the strokes of red, “you look so beautiful like this”, you claim whilst kissing his cheek. although you are caught off guard when he cups your face, “stay still dearest”, he orders. carefully drawing on think lines of vibrant red just below your eyelid. when he was done you look in the mirror and swirl in happiness. “oh! zhongli this is beautiful so so beautiful!! do you mind if i try!! then we can match!”, he only chuckles whilst handing you the brush. “ofc my love.”

you carefully draw on his signature look whilst holding your breath, you can’t remember the last time you concentrated so hard. he done it so well for you and you wanted to do the same !! “aaaalmoooostttt done aaaand yup! i’m all done ! how did i do?!”, he looks in the mirror tilting his head, left and right, up and down…and then smiles, wrapping his arms around waist as kisses you deeply, “it’s beautiful my love! you done so well.”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again dearest”, he chuckles, whilst holding your hand.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello! How have you been? I have noticed that requests are opening so i hope it's okay for me to request Pomefiore(+Neige) with a reader who doesnt really look after their skincare. And when they do, they do it all wrong like forgetting to wash their face or scratching their face?

Hello, thank you for the ask!

Pomefiore + Neige with an s/o who doesn't really do skincare

Vil

What? Excuse me?! He's surprised because to him you're more than just a potato (elevated potato? jkjk) but you tell him you can't tell the difference between face and body lotion

He basically makes it his goal to teach you how to properly take care of your skin not just for your looks but also your health. He'll go through his super long routine with you if he needs

He does it for you the first time, it's a nice bonding moment. You feel like your skin's radiating by the end of it! Until, that is, you already scratch your face after a few minutes (cue Vil screaming at you to not).

Overall he'll try to get you to look after your skin, even just a little bit. Soon enough you'll have him asking if you did it or not almost every day haha.

Rook

He's more chill than Vil is in terms of skincare. As long as you don't have any major issues, you should be fine is what he thinks.

He won't force you to stick to a routine, but he might show you his. It's fairly simple compared to some of the other Pomefiore students', and he offers to do skincare for you as well at some point. He's super gentle btw!

Rook might tell you show some interest in skincare and you two go shopping for some products, he'll keep in mind which brands you mostly choose from so he can get you some as a gift!

Overall I feel like he won't worry too much. If you scratch your face, he won't mind very much, maybe just a warning that you shouldn't because your face is too beautiful haha

Epel

Does not give a shit, probably happy you don't really care that much about it. He's sort of like you, though he might make sure to take care of himself, he isn't like Vil where he needs to be sparkling.

The two of you might make it a bonding moment to learn how to properly apply certain lotions or wash your face, sort of like you guys are learning together.

You two probably buy those weird face masks with different patterns on them to scare Vil haha. Like at first Epel and you don't like the feeling of those masks, but then you guys find funny looking ones to scare Vil with and it becomes a favorite activity.

Overall he doesn't care as long as you remember to take care of yourself, skincare or not. He might actively rebel against 15+ step skincare routines with you haha.

Neige

He's a mix of everyone tbh. He remembers to take care of his face and all, but he also doesn't really care (his skin is just that good). If you don't like skincare, then he won't force you to do it.

Neige might offer to do some self-care on certain occasions though, just as a fun date. The two of you could be hanging out while wearing face masks or something anyways haha.

If you ever show you want to learn from him however, he won't hesitate to go through his routine step by step. He'll explain each part too so you understand why he does it.

I feel like he's similar to Rook, he'll respect your decisions on how much you want to do skincare. As long as you're healthy and taking care of yourself, he'll be fine. To him, you sparkle either way!

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

So I've decided to do some ✨Mike Wheeler Headcanons✨

I'm apparently in a very big Mike Wheeler appreciation mood right now, so here y'all go

-He tends to move around a lot. If he's sitting, then it's things like the crossing and uncrossing of his legs, taps of his fingers or toes, brushing his hands on his knees, etc. If he's standing or leaning, then it's rocking slightly back and forth or tapping his shoes on the ground or sometimes even pacing. He does it without thinking a lot of the time and sometimes someone else in the room ends up pointing it out to him or asking if he's alright

-Mike has ADHD/ADD. I have this headcanon for both him and Robin and I've seen it talked about with Robin a few times, but I have no idea if this is a thing people really relate to Mike or not, tbh. His isn't quite the same as Robin's, but it's definitely there, in my opinion

-He moves around a lot more and gets really fidgety when he's super excited or happy about something. Like, I keep thinking about that little wiggle he does in the pizza scene with El when she tells him that she missed him, like there's a lot of things like that when he's super hyped about something. It's not the same as his usual moving around a lot thing. It's more like little wiggles and random hand motions and drumming on random objects

-His favorite color is either green or orange

-He actually really likes flowers, though he doesn't really admit it to anyone. His favorites are roses and peonies

-He prefers bacon over sausage

-His favorite pizza topping is just cheese. Just plain cheese pizza

-He really likes coffee

-His favorite chocolate is white chocolate

-His favorite book genres are fantasy, mystery, and romance

-He's actually a very clean and organized person the majority of the time (and it improves with age)

-I feel like this is already kinda canon, but he doesn't like having his picture taken, it makes him feel all weird and a big part of it is definitely his insecurities

-He's more or a pie person than a cake person

-His favorite animals are cats, ferrets, elephants, and horses

-He absolutely loves creative writing, it's one of the reasons he's such a good DM for the party, and he eventually goes into writing for his career

-He really likes odd numbers (And El just so happens to be one as well 😂💀)

-One time when he was 8, he fell off of his bike and his arm landed on a shard of broken glass that was on the ground. He had to get stitches and he still has a scar from it right below the outside of his right elbow

-He likes to doodle a lot. He's not really that good at it, not nearly as talented as Will, but he thinks its really fun

-He doesn't really like swimming. I mean, he'll chill at the shallow end of the pool, but he doesn't really do much beyond that, it just isn't really his thing

-Lemonade is one of his favorite drinks. Especially raspberry or strawberry lemonade

-Whenever he starts drinking alcohol, he tends to go more for wine and liquor. Drinking in general isn't really something he does a lot, though, and it's mainly a social activity for him

-He has an absolute fascination with moths. He studies them and thinks they're so cool. He knows so much random shit about them. He could sit and tell you about them all day and do it happily

-He really loves spicy food

-He loves decorating his personal spaces. It's all very eccentric and random

-He hates plaid patterning. It's fine if other people have it or wear it, but he personally would never

-He's a workout runner. He really enjoys going out in the early morning right before the sun starts rising. Then he comes home and sits in the silence as everything is waking up and he thinks it's really nice. A lot of the time by the time he gets back, El is awake and has two cups of coffee in hand so they can sit and drink them together

-He's actually an early riser. He love his sleep, but he loves his routine more

-His least favorite colors are black and red, but he doesn't have like, a super big hatred for them or anything like that

-Once he's old enough and has the money to pay for it, he gets El's 011 tattoo on himself as well in the same exact spot as hers, so that they can match, and so that she doesn't feel as self conscious about it anymore

-He dyed his hair orange once on a dare. We don't speak of that time

-He thinks soda is kinda overrated, he doesn't drink a lot of it, it all depends on the kind. He's a sucker for peach flavored sodas, though

-And just peach flavored things in general. It's his favorite fruit

-He's a little more afraid of the dark than he'd like to admit to anyone, including himself

-He actually kinda likes spiders, but they also kinda freak him out at the same time

-His favorite nuts are pistachios

-He has a collection of magnifying glasses that he absolutely loves

-He's a beanie boy

So, in conclusion, I absolutely love Michael Wheeler and he is such a beautiful person. I hope you enjoyed all my random ass headcanons for him!!!! I was hanging out in the kitchen while typing this post out so that's why there's so many food and drink related ones, I'm sorry 💀💀 But seriously, lemme know what you think!!!! I love talking about these kinds of things with y'all, as I'm sure you've noticed 💜💜💜

[elysianslove]

the little things ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; the little things he does that show just how much he loves you

pairings; karasuno x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, nekoma x reader, shiratorizawa x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; will make u hate being single <3

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; whenever your hair gets caught in anything, he’s so gentle yet quick at fixing it. if your hair is long, and you pull a bag or a shirt and your hair gets tucked in, he’ll wordlessly pull it out. if your hair is short and a bracelet or zipper gets caught he just continues whatever he was doing (talking to someone else for e.g.) while helping you out. also always makes sure your hair isn’t bothering you; if you’re leaning over writing something, he’ll always tuck it behind your ear so lovingly ahhh

daichi sawamura; massages. he’s descended from heaven for this purpose only. his hands are rough and like hard on your muscles, but it’s so perfect. he’ll approach you when you’re in school sitting anywhere, from behind, and just knead his hands into your muscles for a few seconds. euphoric. or if you live together, he always greets you with back/shoulder/neck massages in the bathtub hvjkwkd.

nishinoya yuu; always makes you try his food. always. whether it’s with a group of people or just you two, he just goes “hey babe open ur mouth” with this face 😏 bc he’s cheeky, and just shoves a mouthful of food. spoiler alert, it’s always way too hot. but it’s just tradition at this point. he takes a bite of his food, decides if it’s worthy enough for your mouth or not, then just. yeah.

kageyama tobio; buys you a snack whenever he gets his milk. if you’re special special, he’ll buy you your own carton of milk. he goes up to the vending machine and automatically thinks of you when he sees your fave snack, and it’s like mindless at this point he just routinely does it. it still surprises you to this day, even when he’s so nonchalant about it.

tsukishima kei; kisses your forehead. tsukki is not too big on pda, and even privately he’s not very touchy feely either tbh. but just a simple peck on your forehead grounds you, and it’s a small reminder of the fact that despite his outward coldness, he really does love you. he rarely does it in front of others, but sometimes, he’ll indulge both you and him, and settle a small kiss on your temple just randomly.

asahi azumane; anime jesus always has a hair tie/clip carried around for you on his wrist/in his pockets. i mean he’s always needing them, he just stocks up when he starts dating you. somehow he’s always there when you’re frustrated with your hair all over the place what a savior. later on it evolves to him carrying around your scrunchie and yes the boys make fun yes he blushes but no he does not take it off.

tanaka ryunosuke; carries you on his back, or your things, when you’re too tired to walk. whether that be if you’re too tired because of your heels or you’re just lazy, he just loves helping you out what a respectful gentleman. honestly it just becomes that every time he sees you he like barricades over to you so quick and flips you onto his shoulder or spins you around. anyways. walking with tanaka means walking empty handed bc he will never let you carry anything. ( shifts pile of bags on one arm just to hold your hand ).

hinata shoyo; learns hairstyles to try on you. whether it be short hair or long hair, expect his youtube search history to look a lot like “how to make a french braid” or “cute hairstyles for short hair for your cute girlfriend”. he’s always so entranced by you and watches so carefully whenever you do anything on your hair, and he gets do excited whenever you let him try and he gets it right. also !!! a lot of the times you’ll sit between his legs and he’ll just softly card his fingers through your hair or lightly braid it.

yamaguchi tadashi; buys you flowers a lot. he doesn’t overdo it, just so it doesn’t lose its value and worth. but for example, mondays suck ass and he knows how much you hate them, so he always makes sure to either leave a single rose on your desk/in your locker or give it to you himself if he can. it’s so endearing and motivating honestly, and the constant reminder every once in a while is so cute. continues to do it even like 3 years in, which is so fkn sweet honestly.

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; plans the best dates. seriously. like not one moment spent with him is dull. i don’t think being with kuroo entails a high energy relationship, i just mean that even a walk in the park is fun with him. he also always knows when to plan a fancy dinner and when it’s just something casual. like he always puts in so much effort, gives 120%, for every date with you. is your favorite band/singer/artist in town? he’s got tickets. the weather is amazing? you’re going to the beach. you’re sleep deprived? nap dates. 10/10

kozume kenma; he teaches you how to play his games. the fact that he’s letting you touch the console in itself says enough, but whenever he buys a new one, and learns it thoroughly enough, he will always sit by you and teach you its ways. picture you sitting in his lap while he guides your hands <333 if you’re not a gamer, he’s actually v flattered by the fact you’re willing to sit through this w him. but if you are a gamer, expect daily competitions. oh and if you beat him? you’re dead to him :).

haiba lev; instead of reaching for things that you’re too short for to grab it himself, he just lifts you up lmfao. i mean w the way he teases yaku, i can imagine he’d be v teasing with you as well if you’re even an inch shorter than him. but fret not! it’s all in the name of love. he’s very loving though, and if he sees you struggling he’ll just wordlessly hoist you up from your waist or something. at first it’s terrifying, but later on it just makes you giggle cause he’s like so willing to do it and it’s effortless for him hehe.

yaku morisuke; always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, but kinda aggressively? lmao anyways. like he’s always “babe have u eaten” and if u say no expect him to start yelling like “what do you mean no??? are you insane???” v dramatic but honestly <333 he’s always texting you after parting ways “did you get home safe” or on weekends where he cant meet you, he’s asking how it was, if you indulged yourself a bit, relaxed. it’s very sweet and he makes sure it’s not overbearing. he just wants his baby to be healthy and happy.

yamamoto taketora; walks on the side with the cars. it’s not a very noticeable thing, but you see it, and you recognize it. he makes sure he’s always walking where cars are speeding by, a hand on the small of your back guiding you away and to the other side of him. it’s the little notions of protectiveness like if he’s driving and stops suddenly, he’ll put a hand out to keep you from lurching forward, he pushes you gently out of the way before you bump into someone. things like that.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; he doodles in your notebooks, or on your skin. if you have class with him, and sit next to him, he’ll always be doodling on your notebook like little hearts or stupid, cute things like your initials + his in a heart. or if you’re at a study date together, and you’re focused on your laptop screen, he’ll leave little encouraging messages on your notes for you to notice when you’re revising. sometimes you’ll be sitting with him at lunch or even if you’re out w him and a bunch of other people, and he happens to have a pen. expect a little smiley face on your inner wrist, or a heart plus his initials ( o.t. )

iwaizumi hajime; he helps you take off your make up/takes it off for you. if you’re too sleepy, he’ll just take the products he’s used to seeing you use and start following it step by step after he props you up next to the sink. while he stands between your thighs he just so gently starts rubbing at your skin and washing away the make up. if you’re already asleep, he’ll have to like google the steps oh my god im gonna cry hes so cute. if you don’t necessarily wear make up, then he’ll just help you do your nightly routine, or even your shower routine, like using a body scrub or a face mask or, bruh, even shaving lmfao.

hanamaki takahiro; saves everything you buy/send/make him. i mean everything. has literally over two thousand photos of you, all the polaroids or postcards are saved in a little box he has under his bed. anything you make him (unless it’s edible) he has. if you make him a small embroidery thing he will literally attach it to his sports bag or something. any chain you make him is automatically added to his keychain. that flower crown you made with him on one of your first dates? he still has it. the flowers are dead but the memory loves babyyyy

matsukawa issei; carries extra clothes of his for you to borrow. hey have i mentioned that mattsun is big? 😃 because he is 😃. meaning regardless of your size or height or whatever, his clothes will drown you <3 i see him as preferring more oversized or just loose shirts rather than tight ones, so yk. on you???? if y’all are just hanging out and you even think about being slightly cold — here have five options of mattsun’s clothes to choose from. he always makes sure they smell like him too. it’s self indulgent really, because he loves the way they look on you, and he loves that it leaves a trace of his scent on you. territorial? i think yes.

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; always hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. sometimes, even if he doesn’t know it, you need his hugs badly. y’all are gonna try and tell me bokuto doesn’t give the best fkn hugs??? yeah get outta here with that bs. he SO does. he either kneels down and wraps his arms around your waist, picks you up, and spins you around, like he hasn’t seen you in 3 years, or he’ll just wrap his arms around your neck and pull your head to his chest, cradling it, and just sighing like he won’t see you for the next 3 years. his hugs always make you feel so much better, even if you weren’t feeling down to begin with.  

akaashi keiji; plays with your hands and caresses them. it’s the delicate feel and gentleness of it all. akaashi’s generally an anxious person, leaving him very fidgety. but once you two get together, and he starts being comfortable with you, expect to find your hand always between the two of his, just fondling with him. he’ll trace random figurines on the back of your hand, or have his fingers ghost over your wrist and up to your fingertips. if his hands are especially shaky, expect him to just grab one of your yours and hold it tightly between the grasp of two of his. it conveys trust, and all you have to do is kiss his knuckles gently and he’s melting.

konoha akinori; he has your reminders app linked with his, and sneaks in small, motivating messages. every once in a while you’ll get a notification from the app that tells you to drink water or have a snack (or text konoha he’s bored and he misses you). also always sends you pictures to distract you from stress. like it could literally just be a picture of him smiling with a thumbs up and you’d just ,,, melt bc you love him so much.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; he has so many plants that are named after you, or your nicknames, and he’s like so gentle with them too. like strokes their petals and speaks to them so softly, the same way he does with you. you’re honestly so curious how he hasn’t run out of names, but he’s just a genius like that. whenever you go over to his place, and he’s bought a new one, he’ll take your hand and guide you to where it’s growing and just be like “look it’s baby y/n” and you just 🥺🥺🥺

semi eita; he has a playlist on his phone, that’s constantly being updated, for you and him to listen to. the first time he showed it to you, you were stargazing and he took out his phone and headphones and was like “i made a playlist for you wanna list” and every part of your body lit up in flames im not joking. now, a lot of the times, you’re coming back home on a train, and your head is on his shoulder and you’re sharing headphones listening to the playlist. when either one of you is driving you’re blasting it (a lot of the playlist is the hsm soundtrack)

satori tendō; tendo reads people so well, and being in a relationship with him means he will read you so well. so a lot of the times, in social situations, he’ll recognize the signs of you wanting to leave, for example, or if someone’s bothering you, he’ll know exactly how to approach it too. this also entails having a lotta inside jokes hehe, and also just like. talking with your eyes. yk that thing. yeah. all you have to do is look at him a certain way, and he just knows exactly what you just said.

goshiki tsutomu; he buys the both of you this small plushie, and whenever you’re missing each other you just. squish it. and he squishes his. he would rather die than let anyone know this, but you’re not too keen on letting anyone know yourself tbh. it’s just this little thing you have, and it means a lot more to you than just this. when he first bought it he was like “look we have matching plushies” and you passed away on the spot ❤️

shirabu kenjirō; loves trying out new recipes with you. he’s not too big on cooking or baking, but there’s just something about doing it with you that really — hits the spot yk. nowadays, whenever he comes across a new recipe on social media that he thinks you’ll like he just automatically sends it to you like with no words no texts just the post and you’re like “OMG CAN WE DO THIS” and he’s like “why else would i send it. yes we can :)” hvskwkeke

end note;  thank you sm for the love on my last two posts!! i’m glad you guys enjoyed them sm. if you have any requests, they’re open and i’m happy to deliver, mwah!

[sukirichi]

fall from grace

“If you were in love,” he began, voice barely above a whisper, “What would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?”

“Your name.”

REQUEST/WARNINGS. (royal au, mutual pining, praise kink ) fake dating au, mirror sex, slight manhandling, fingering, body marking, prejudice, mentions of abuse, injustice, and inequality + unedited (I’m so lazy to edit tbh, I’m so sorry, just bear with me if there are typos or grammatical errors)

NOTES. I LOVE AND HATE THIS STORY

WC. 7k+

SONG INSPO. Ashes (Celine Dion)

The prince himself lifted his chin up higher; long, slender fingers deftly grazing against the pad of your knuckles that were pressed on his chest. 

The tips of your ears burned at the sight of people pausing from their conversations all to witness the scene – one that was so rare to have come from the infamous Crown Prince known to have bedded more women than he could count.

“Your Highness,” you pinched your brows together, leaning closer into him to bring you the least bit of comfort. The dress you had to wear today had nothing but itchy lace; albeit elegant, you preferred the loose materials of your dance clothes, painted red lips fighting back a grimace. “Must we really do this in public?”

The Crown Prince laughs, his white hair fluttering against the soft kisses of the wind. Beautiful, you think, beautiful, you are reminded, prompting you to dig your free hand deeper into the flesh of your thighs.

“What would be the point of our ruse if we are not a little flashy, My Lady?”

You frowned at his words, head ducked down as you avoided everyone’s prying eyes. You supposed you should be used to this – you are a performer, after all – but the attention was terribly unwelcomed yet expected from your previous agreements.

The said agreement, however, did not affect your standing as a person, something you had to remind the happy-go-lucky Prince. “I am not of that title.”

“People regard you of it,” he commented at an off-beat, his crystalline eyes sweeping over the crowd with a chilling command, a slight bite of a challenge that asked his people to dare him. When they shifted away, scurrying behind fluffed up skirts and pressed down suits, the Crown Prince snickered, smiling down at you with a flash of his pearly whites. “You are, after all, hanging prettily off my arm.”

“Because you asked me to, Your Highness.”

“Ah, are you forgetting already?” he paused, his long and elegant stature towering over yours. “I’m doing this for the both of us. The agreement was clear – you steered me away from my arranged marriage, redeem my nettling reputation, and in turn, I shall pick you up from where you’ve fallen,” your lips parted in protest, finger raised to correct that no, you had not fallen, that was not the situation at all, but he silenced you when he leaned down close enough that his eyes twinkled before you, lips turned at the side arrogantly. “In fact, I am more than capable of providing you more than that.”

“I am well aware of that, Your Highness. I truly am indebted to you.”

Should you be humiliated? Forming an agreement with the Crown Prince would be the last thing that would ever arrive even in your craziest dreams, yet there you were, in the middle of the town square, leisurely strolling with the Kingdom’s heir as if it was but a daily occurrence.

Thoughts running back to your latest predicament – which he just had to bear witness to – you winced, swallowing the resigned sigh that threatened to spill.

You did not have enough shame in you to be humiliated, not when he was right. It was a mutually beneficial agreement.

“You do not have to be,” Prince Satoru blinked at you, gray lashes fluttered against the pads of his cheeks. “I take extreme pleasure in saving a damsel in distress,” Your lips puckered out, tireless with the need to tell him it wasn’t like that, and the Prince easily read through you, tugging you back into his arm as he laughed. “Even when I know you are not. Still, it does feel nice to take a walk in this fine day, don’t you think?”

You snorted at the heavy sarcasm under his sweet tone, “It feels a little embarrassing.”

“You feel embarrassed that you’re with me?”

“Yes,” you gritted at your teeth, the lace of your gloves digging into your flesh. You wanted nothing more than to rip it off, the material a silent reminder of the requirement that must be met to fool the crowd. “You’re a prince and I am—”

“I thought we already established titles mean nothing when we both mutually benefit from one another,” he cut you off, hands coming up to caress at your cheeks. You immediately froze at his touch, the iciness behind those eyes doing nothing to soothe you until he spoke, the Prince’s words oddly gentle and warm like the sun that shone down on you that fine day. “Worry not about that. I do not care what people think of you. All I care is that you do well and I shall do my part gracefully in return,” he declared for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

Back then, you never believed that people had power just because they were born with it. Power had to be manifested, trained, earned – yet Prince Satoru wielded it with his lips so effortlessly that in that moment, you believed magic really wasn’t a myth.

“Kiss me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Everyone is looking,” his eyes darted over the on looking crowd, his bare hand still caressing your warm cheeks, hot enough that it put the sun to shame. “Lest you want this plan to fail, I suggest you kiss me, darling. Passionately.”

The Crown Prince was right. Everyone was looking.

Your body’s response was instantaneous. A hiss of a breath, muscles tensed and fingers curled into a fist at your side; you could feel bile rising from your throat out of panic.

Then Prince Satoru leaned forwards, eyes snapped shut and his lips colliding with yours. The single touch had all the tension flooding away as you kissed the Prince, his lips tasting of cinnamon and sugar, vanilla and spice wafting off of him delicately that you had to fist at the collar of his shirt to prevent yourself from gobbling him up whole.

He would find that rather displeasing, claiming that you had little to no table manners, so you forced yourself to relax as he breathed air into your mouth, large hands cradled around your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled between kisses, the mere scent of royalty and forbidden elegance dripping off of him making you fearful to open your eyes. It felt illegal to touch the most wanted bachelor in your Kingdom this way, felt wrong to have his hands roaming down the slopes of your body while everyone looked at your shameless public display of faux romance. But if it was wrong, then why did he hold you so tenderly, not moving to push you away even as you nipped at his lips once more?

“You’re alright – I’ve got you.”

It was not easy being a no-name ballerina. You’ve crafted your skill for what seemed like your whole life, yet getting even a step closer to your dreams proved to be a daunting task. Even as your toes bruised and your muscles ached, pants heaved from your chest while you bended your body at will, you couldn’t stop thinking about how no one told you it was never easy to reach your dreams.

The fairytales had lied to you. They made it seem to easy to grab a star, never really explaining on how to be a star.

It felt so far away – the galaxy and universe you’d longer your entire life to be a part of – yet the Crown Prince stood at the corner of your studio, eyes dark as he watched you sway to the music.

A few weeks prior to your spontaneous arrangement, you were foolish enough to believe you could become that star easily. You were the lowest of ranks when it came to other girls; orphaned, no-named, broke, and loveless. 

Unlike your peers that were bred of the finest titles and fed with silver spoons, nannies and courts running after them in their growing years, you had to survive on scraps, taking three jobs at the young age of thirteen just to get into dance school and afford the fees.

You believed title or ranking shouldn’t have had to do anything with talent and worth, but then again, you were foolish beyond your years.

The moment you heard you were chosen to be the Black Swan of this season, allowing you to debut, you squealed behind your skirt, training day and night to the point you’ve skipped your meals just to perfect your routine.

That was until your classmates’ parents had come inside the school, twirling their moustaches behind soft fingers that had never known a day’s worth of work, belly round with cupcakes and all the delicacies only they were privileged enough to eat, the nervous laughter of your ballet master enough to let you know what it all meant.

Your classmate – the prettiest and the richest one – came rushing past you as she giggled over the announcement that she would be the Black Swan.

She was far many years younger than you, spoiled and with an attitude that tasted as bad as your leftovers, and definitely not skilled enough to debut – but of course, nothing was ever impossible enough with money, right? Before you could even defend yourself, your ballet master had cleaned out your quarters, your skirts and shoes thrown onto the muddy dirt while you cried under the rain, begging for another chance.

Second chances? You wanted to laugh.

Only people who did wrong should ask for it, and yet you sat there on your knees, hands clasped in a prayer that should only be reserved for wish bearers, desperate pleads of please don’t do this to me echoing into the empty night.

Was it fate then that the Crown Prince was half drunk inside his vehicle, shades slipping off his nose as he turned your way, your cries rudely interrupting the music blaring inside his car?

Perhaps it was – a cruel or a wonderful fate; no one could tell – the only thing that mattered now was that the Crown Prince had yet again found interest in a woman.

Only this time he didn’t lust after their body, wished nothing to do with their hands on his, completely sober around your presence as he watched you train endlessly in your studio, your sweat making your clothes stick like a second skin.

Prince Satoru leaned back against the walls then.

He should’ve brought a drink with him. Had he known that watching you dance sensually with such a blissed out expression he was mostly familiar with when he had his legs wrapped around another warm body would set his body alight, sober, then he would’ve left long ago.

Still, the Prince is rendered frozen at the edge, eyes trailing over your graceful form as you bended, legs flying out into the air while you arms dipped and curved into the most graceful of arcs and bows that put his combat figures into shame.

You weren’t even trying to seduce him and yet he was wholly captivated.

He wants to say that the woman he saw that rainy night and the woman stood before him now, figure bathed in the small slivers of sunlight that peeked through the blinds and stockings hugging each and every curve and dip of your body were entirely two different people, but the longer he looked, there was no mistaking it was still the same person. The passion burned through your eyes, the soft melodious tunes of the music guiding you – or rather you guiding the beat before you fluttered to another.

Prince Satoru smiled.

It first came off as a joke that he wanted to know more about you – his pretend lover – because everyone knew the Crown Prince was too frivolous to ever settle down and find interest in a woman beyond her looks. The confused pout you gave him as he followed you inside your studio burned at the back of his brain, a silent warning that you were different; that you were not someone he could touch lest he wished to burn and break you, though that would be a lie, it seemed.

For every strong ripple of your muscles and flowy movement of your body as you completely delved into the space of your own home and comfort, the Prince knew – you were not someone he could crush into the palm of his hands.

He came here out of boredom.

He left the studio with a confused heart, cheeks resting on his palm as he asked his chauffer, when is the next show?

The birds chirped above you, your fingers stretched out as you peeked from under it, lips pressed into a flat line. You were in the royal garden after persistent invitation from the Crown Prince himself. Speaking of, said Crown Prince had his limbs sprawled out beneath you, the edges of his hands slightly playing with the frills of your dress as he took his afternoon nap, a youthful smile on his face.

“Your Highness,” you huffed out, “What are we doing here? No one is looking. There is no need for us to continue our act.”

“I know,” he cheered a little too brightly for someone that looked to be deep in dreamland, “I just wanted to hang out with you without worrying about others. Not that I ever did, but it’s nice to be alone with you every once in a while. The prying eyes can get a bit too much.”

You hummed at the thought; he did have a point. This arrangement turned out to be a lot smoother than expected. The Crown Prince wasn’t lying about his intentions and not once had he laid a hand on you – without your permission, anyway – and he turned out to be…a lot more docile and easy going than what you originally thought of him. Not that you had much thoughts to begin with anyway, the Prince was a celebrity and therefore not someone that concerned you.

In your mind, he was merely your leader, more often than a not a name spoken between hushed whispers and dreamy moans.

This side of him was different, and all the time you’d spent him with was filled with nothing but ridiculed stares and taunts. The Crown Prince was a hilarious man who never feared trying out new things, always happy and eager to try exotic foods with you in the night markets or joining you in your spontaneous dancing during midnight ‘dates.’

He was the closest you could consider as a friend, and you relaxed against him, laying down on the flowery fields right next to him as you sighed in content. “I will miss this, Your Highness.”

“Miss what?”

“You and I – hanging out,” you mumbled a little dreamily, “I have a strong feeling things will finally get better for me. When I get scouted by a better company, I won’t be able to hang out with you anymore,” Silence befell the both upon you, the rustling of the wind against the flowers sounding like a far off memory. Soon, it would be. “I will miss this.”

“You could always call me. Or who knows, maybe I’d even drop by to watch your performances sometime.”

You snapped your eyes open, chuckling when the Prince had now sat up halfway, his regal face cradled in his hands while his elbow laid flat under him. He blinked innocently at you, and that’s when you realized – he was serious. That had you bursting into laughter, hands clutched at your stomach. “Please, you? You do not even enjoy ballerina!”

“I enjoy watching you,” he confessed in a heartbeat, his gaze falling from your crinkled eyes and all the way down to the silhouette of your body. “There’s something about the way you move that’s just so graceful and...phenomenal.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his heated gaze, the mere trails of his sight enough to warm your entire skin despite the cool wind. This was the Prince concerned though, and you had to guard your heart, eyes narrowed playfully at him while you desperately ignored the need to rub your thighs together.

“Are you flirting with me, Your Highness?”

The Prince snorted, “Flirt with you? My pretend girlfriend?” he clutched a hand at his chest as if the assumption offended him, “What makes you come to that conclusion?”

You chucked your handkerchief at him, still a little in disbelief that you were greeted by his laughter when it hit him right in the face.

You would miss this indeed.

Your gaze softened as you sat up, thighs pressed to your chest as you directed your gaze up in the sky. Prince Satoru may not always be around when the time came, but at least you still had the sky to remind you of this brazen and unexpected friendship that helped you grow.

“Thank you, though,” you squished your cheeks onto your knees, a lilted smile plastered on your face. “Dancing has always been a passion of mine. I can’t ever imagine a time of my life where I wasn’t moving with music. It almost feels as if I was destined with it; it speaks to me and deeper than the recesses of my bones, guides me until I’m one and entangled with it,” you ended with a dreamy sigh, turning your head to the side to look His Highness in the eye, stilling for a moment when you’re met with his solemn gaze.

Your throat parched dry. “Have you ever fallen in love with something like that before?”

“I don’t think so,” one of his shoulders lifted up in a lame shrug, voice turning deep and husky as he asked, “How do you know when you lack something or not?”

“If it comes to love...” you tapped your chin with a finger, “I think a life lived without one would feel quite empty. Hollow, I would say, and the skies would just be a plain blue instead of a calming yet mesmerizing one,” the courage that soared within you was an unexpected one, but it was enough to let you look him in the eye, form vulnerable and words slipping past your lips before you could control them. “If I were incapable of love, I’d say your eyes are nothing but gleams of sapphire.”

“And if you were capable of it? What would my eyes be?”

“Like cerulean galaxies crashing against one another,” you whispered, “Stardust sprinkled and heavens birthed out of passion and the desire to be something more. You’d be azure and brazen instead of crestfallen; the magnificence of the universe’s creation attesting to itself that it is wholly capable of designing divine beings.”

“Hmm,” he tipped his head to the side as he mulled over your words. His jacket was discarded somewhere along the grass, top three buttons of his shirt left opened and hair rustling with the wind. Beautiful, the image etched into your skin. “Are you sure you are a dancer and not a poet?”

“People say all sorts of beautiful things when they’re in love.”

The Prince straightened up, lips pursed. For a moment, you grew fearful, your heart frantically thumping in your chest as you thought, this is it – this is when he pushes you away. He does nothing of this as he scoots closer to you, using his rough thumb to tilt your chin until you were looking up at him, wide eyes sparkling – the sight of you vulnerable like this making the Crown Prince lick his lips.

“If you were in love,” he began, voice barely above a whisper, “What would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?” You shivered as his thumb moved up to graze at your bottom lip, almost prompting it to jut out, to which you happily complied with a shaky breath. “What would you say then?”

“Your name.”

The Prince smiled to himself at your hearty answer. To hide both of your nervous chuckles, the Prince took it upon himself to ease both your worries as he kissed you, nothing but the warmth and fluttering of butterflies rampaging in your stomach mixing at his sweet taste.

Beautiful, you hummed into his mouth. You could fall for as long as you wanted, but would the Prince ever fall from grace as he moaned into your mouth, tugging you until you were situated in his lap, arms wrapped tight enough around you in refusal to let you go? Maybe, your mind sighed, hands tugging at his hair when the Prince kissed you fervently, murmuring one word that made you melt right then and there.

Beautiful, he finds you.

Both your loud laughter echoed in his training grounds, the horses’ hooves padding against the firm earth. “Not fast enough, my Lady,” he taunts, his smile bright and wide as he sat perched atop his white stallion. “How would you catch my heart if you cannot ride faster?”

“I will catch up to you, just wait and see! Not everyone grew up riding horses, you know?”

“I bet a fine coin you do ride well, though, my Lady,” he remarked with a wink, his statement enough to tap the sides of your feet harder against your horse to catch after him.

“Your Highness!”

As you two chased around each other the wide field, carefree laughter and clothes swaying against the wind, skin warm from the flush of the sun, the Crown Prince’s servants stood at the side.

A particular woman – the servant that had been loyal long before the Prince was born – remained under a parasol, her wrinkled face tight with a frown.

“How nauseating,” she scrunched her nose, arms crossed on her chest. “To think I dedicated my life into raising the little prince to be a fine king someday, and his future would be tainted by a lowly performer who cannot even make a name for herself,” turning to one of the young boy servants, she narrowed her eyes at you. “Where does she work again? Is she of name?”

“She is an orphan, Madam, taken in at a young age in a dance school before she had to pay the fees herself, if the rumors are correct. I heard that she and His Highness met when she was kicked out by her own ballet master due to her stealing the original Black Swan spot for this season’s show.”

His old nanny’s face grew more gruesome. “Wasn’t the Black Swan supposed to be one of the Earl’s daughters?”

“Yes. Rumours had it that His Highness’ new plaything seized the spot to prove herself. Look at how that plan backfired.”

“How repulsive,” she spat out, venom laced in her tongue.

The roles had reversed, the Crown Prince insistent in catching you this time around, and you rode after him with panicked laughter, hands clutched tight on the reins. Although you’d only swished past the small group of servants that always seemed to be around, you’d heard enough.

“We must protect His Highness at all costs before this wretched woman rips his future away from him. The fate of the kingdom lies on his shoulders; we cannot afford him making mistakes.”

“Indeed, Madam.”

You stopped in your tracks until the horse slowed down with confused huffs, your Prince following behind you not long afterwards. Looking back at him again, you were no longer able to smile at him genuinely, not when discomfort, and most of all shame, had to be forced down deep into your system. Beautiful, you resigned, he was too beautiful.

His servants were right. Maybe you really were ruining everything for him. His reputation was frowned upon to begin with for his less than infamous sexual endeavors, that he was more often sighted in casinos and bars instead of his study room.

The barrack guards had grown tired and weary of trying to stop the Crown Prince from leaving the royal grounds. No matter what they did, he always found a way to escape.

The only difference this time around was that their Prince no longer frequented such sinful places and met with women of all titles and backgrounds. No, this time, the Prince leapt from the tall walls that had never been much of a challenge considering his tall frame, not bothering to get a car or even a horse as he dashed straight to your studio.

Sweat dripped down from your face as you slammed a fist on the floor, tears about to erupt. You couldn’t complete this routine that you were so close into perfecting.

Your mind was simply just in a mess.

There was a conflicting war inside you – one with your heart that yearned to stay longer in His Highness’ presence out of mere selfishness, and one with your mind that told you it was dishnoroubale to taint his name like this. The last thing you wanted was to destroy and push both of you even further into falling from grace; both reputations and name already tarnished.

You’d truly be heartless if you kept going on.

But that didn’t change the fact that you were feeling comfortable with him, having found home in the Crown Prince’s warm arms and spontaneous kisses of all places.

Was it absurd? Undoubtedly so.

Could it be helped? You certainly could try.

And you’d been doing a great job so far; quite a daunting task you patted yourself in the back for. Avoiding the Prince when he’d made it clear he also enjoyed your company proved a lot harder than reaching your dreams, but you pushed through, locking yourself in the unused studio and training day and night.

It wasn’t working well – not on your part, anyway. You’d been here for hours, your clothes uncomfortably sticking to your skin and your water bottles were all emptied.

You’d never felt this tired.

You fell on your knees, palms flat on the floor and sweat salty as it trailed down to your lips. With a groan, you untied your shoes off and stared at the bruised and blued toes, a witness to the countless years of hard work. Your lip quivered as you massaged the sore muscles, tears about to spill as you remembered the Prince.

Beautiful, he was, flawless and porcelain in each movement and breath.

But you? You were battered, scarred, broken and bruised – why would he want you of all people? It was clear he’s had multiple lovers before you. No, scratch that, you were never a lover to begin with. It was all a sham, an agreement formed out of lame survival. There was no beauty in a lie.

The music playing from your stereo kept repeating on loop, this time the tune no longer unrecognizable as your soft cries echoed around the studio. You weren’t beautiful – not enough for him, at least – everyone made that very clear to you.

Just as you wiped your tears away at the back of your hand, standing up to continue another set as you refused to come back home without completing one perfect routine, the doors slammed open. Heavy breathing entered afterwards and you scowled – you worked tooth and bone to claim this place as yours, who dared enter? “This studio is private—” your words fell dry on your skin when a tuft of white hair trudged over to you, his usual placid face replaced with a firm sneer. “Y-Your Highness?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

His voice was nothing but demanding, the authority behind them only natural and befitting for someone like him. Each step he took forwards equated to a step backward until your back hit the mirrors, eyes wide as you gazed up at him.

Your voice came out weak. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t act like I’m stupid,” he pointed a finger at you, then scoffed, hands running through the soft locks of his air while he shook his head. You stood there grasping at your tights; having never seen the Prince lose his composure before. “I know you’ve been avoiding me. Every time I try to contact you, you never respond. When I ask your friends where you’ve been, they all tell me you’re busy practicing.”

Somehow, you managed to find your voice again, tone heavy and biting. “I am busy practicing, do you not see that?”

“It’s not the only thing you’re occupied with. Clearly, you are quite determined to stay away from me too,” he bellowed, his loud voice bouncing back from the emptiness of the room. The booming sound must’ve snapped him back to consciousness because Prince Satoru sighed, stepping closer until his warm hand cupped your cheek, starry blue eyes filled with worry and anguish. Had you caused this?

Beautiful, you frowned, that even in his demise he managed to look like fine art. “Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” he softened, breath warm on your lips. “If yes, then tell me and I’ll do everything it takes to make up for it.”

You fisted his shirt; cheek faced his way because you couldn’t look him in the eye right now. There was no way you’d let him see you cry.

“I don’t understand you, Your Highness,” you murmured, “You’re about to be King – why do you bother yourself with someone like me? I’m nothing compared to you, and I detest being compared to you for I am more than worthy despite not being born of a high ranking like yours.”

Prince Satoru froze. “Is this what this is about? My title bothers you?”

“We should stop whatever we’re doing,” was all you said, pushing him away as gently as you could, ignoring the gnawing pain that grew inside of you when your palms landed on his chest. “It is lowly of me to take advantage of the Crown Prince’s kindness anyway. My success should be paved out of my own hard work and not because of my lame connections to the Crown Prince.”

“Lame connections? Is that all I am to you?”

“You are my Crown Prince, Your Highness,” you reminded him of the stark difference firmly, “You mean a lot to your people, but I do not mean anything to you. I am just another nameless performer lost in the crowd of a thousand other girls who wish to reach their dreams, even if such a star is far beyond our reach,” Tears had now fallen until they formed into crystals on your cheeks, and he blinked back, unsure of what to do. “Could you ever understand what that feels like? To yearn for something you know you could never have but hope for anyway?”

“It would be a lie if I said I did,” he admitted quietly, “But I think I’m beginning to understand. It would make sense to me now – if you keep pushing me away, that is.”

You shook your head begrudgingly. “Your Highness...we shouldn’t.”

“And why not? Who said we couldn’t?”

You don’t stop him this time when he stepped closer once more, trapping you between his arms until you clutched desperately at his shirt, his erratic heartbeat pulsing under your touch. “It’s just you and I – neither a prince nor a performer – simply man and woman who crave each other’s touch. What could be so wrong into giving into one’s desires?” you gasped when his lips fell at the juncture of your neck, your head immediately tilting to the side as you allowed him to ravage you. “You still haven’t given me the chance to let you know what I feel,” he cradled your jaw, caressing your skin as he breathed you’re your ear, voice low and sultry, begging even, “Would you really deny me the pleasure of showing you how beautiful you are to me right now?”

“Satoru,” you keened at his teeth tugging at your skin, fists clenched on shirt. “Touch me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted to do, darling.”

Satoru swept down to capture your lips in his, his grip firm on the swell of your ass he kept you close to him, pressed hip to hip and his hardened front grazing your core through the tights. He pulled a moan from you as he flipped your body over, lips finding home in your neck while his large hand cupped your breast, the other trailing down to finger at your clothed, damp pussy.

In this angle, you could see the despondent way you easily spread your legs for him, your pants like music to ears.

“Do you still not believe me when I say you are worth more than a pound of gold? Look at you – your dripping cunt shines harder than the diamonds I keep in my room,” the both of you groaned when he pushed a finger through your hole, your tights stretching and sucked in by your walls enough to outline the arousal that seeped through. “Maybe I should keep you instead, hmm, don’t you think? You’d be a far grander treasure than all those riches.”

“I am a woman,” you tugged at his hair, panting heavily as he kept fingering into you, his thumb grazing at the sensitive bundle of nerves that swelled under your tight clothes. “I am not to be reduced to a possession you acquire.”

“No, of course not. Nothing could ever replace you in this world,” he growled, harsh in his movements as he tore your clothes with minimal effort.

You yelped when your precious tights had been ripped to the sides, a hole revealing your core and your breasts barely covered with the flimsy fabric. Satoru shuffled his pants down before placing you right on his cock, swallowing your moans with each inch of his length that slid inside you.

Hands dug painfully into his hair, Satoru hissed at the pain, grinning to himself at how wet you were through just light touches and a sloppy kiss. You’ve been good for him, though, you were always good for him that he had to reward you, show you how beautiful you were, and he spread his legs apart, relishing in the sight of you being fucked onto his cock.

“Nothing feels better than your tight pussy, huh? Take a good look at yourself, you’re so fucking precious, taking me so well,” you could only moan in response, unable to take your eyes off the way his length disappeared inside you, a shiver chilling your spine when he grasped at your breasts, nipples tweaked between his fingers. “Nothing, nothing, nothing could compare to this. You feel like heaven, taste like bliss and forgiveness,” he licked at the salty sweat that drowned your body, one of his hands now rolling your clit between his fingers. You screamed, bouncing yourself harder on him with your nails dug deep into his thighs. “You will be the redemption of my darkened soul, are you not?”

“Maybe I will be,” you cried out, head lolled onto his shoulder.

Satoru hummed, his eyes dark and coated with lust when your breasts bounced in front of the mirror. Thanks to years of dancing, you barely felt a stretch when Satoru suddenly lifted your legs up until your thighs were embarrassingly squished against your chest. You knew why he did this; it wasn’t that hard to understand why when he narrowed his focus on the way your juices slipped down his cock, the sounds of your pussy squelching drowning out the operatic music.

Satoru kissed your cheeks to wipe your previous tears away, his hands nothing but grabby and possessive as he gripped the flesh of your thigh. “You already are, sweet thing.”

Pleasure had completely taken over you at this point, that familiar heat building up in your stomach until it snapped into two. Pupils blown wide open, you gasped as you came all over him, your cum creaming down onto his cock until it lined with a thick ring of cum.

It was filthy to say the least, and your body burned at the thought that you were disrespecting him, defiling him with the mess you’ve made. But the Prince only fucked into you harder, his teeth grazing at your already abused skin with relentless and merciless thrusts. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d show you how beautiful he found you, going hell and beyond because you felt nothing but worshipped when he kissed you feverishly, his moans romantic as he came. “S-Satoru!”

“That’s right,” he slipped a finger, the stretch adding a slight tinge of pain that had your hips rutting out in sensitivity, your hole clenching around his everything. “Cum for me. Come on, I know you can do it for me. You’re so good, sweetheart, come for me.”

You were mindlessly babbling his name as both of you came down from your highs. Satoru doesn’t stop once from running hands everywhere, gripping your hips, flicking your nipples, rubbing your clit, and running a finger down your slit to wipe your juices everywhere. It had become too much that you had to push his hand away, legs locking around his arms that refused to stop cupping your pussy.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he cooed, shameless and teasing when he brought his hands up to your face, fingers stretched to show the webbing of your arousal between them. “We made such a mess,” he chuckled, his kisses a lot softer now on your neck.

Beautiful, you whimpered internally as you fluttered around nothing.

Satoru must’ve grown an addiction to kissing your lips for he dived in one last time, murmuring the word you always tied him with until they felt printed, tattooed, on your skin. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in this, your kisses slow and sensual as you both enjoyed this serene moment.

He came to this studio to prove you something.

He left the studio with a swelling heart, cheeks resting on your breast as he wrapped his arms around you in the comfort of your worn-out mattress as he asked, can I stay here longer with you?

The cheers and applause directed your way were deafening, the spotlight blinding as you bowed. You gasped for air, every muscle in your body screaming both with delight and exhaustion.

You could barely fathom the crowd hidden in darkness before you, the sight like a black sea, but instead of feeling like you were drowning, you don’t think you’d ever been able to breathe this well before. The smile on your face was bright – brighter than the star you’ve become and bigger than the galaxy and universe you’ve made for yourself – and you waved your arm gracefully, toes pointed outwards while the roses and flowers thrown your way came flooding like a waterfall.

You’d made it.

And through the crowd, at the back where someone the likes of him wasn’t supposed to be, His Majesty’s white hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His draperies were replaced with finer ornaments of gold embroidery, those large hands that had grown accustomed to holding yours and marking handprints on your delicate skin covered with gloves as he applauded, following the crowd from where they all stood.

Your smile directed him was nothing less of a beam, the stars he’d hung for you reflecting back in your eyes. Tears blurred the vision of him for a moment until you saw him again – crystal clear – his expression both proud and longing.

The memory of you and him had been a beautiful one, but it was distant and with each passing day, it blurred until it became nothing like swirls of I love you’s and good luck’s whispered onto one another’s skin. Your heart still soared and broke each time at the sight of him, the majestic Queen hanging off the arm that was locked with yours just years ago a painful reminder that there would always be an invisible divide between you and the Prince you’d fallen in love with.

There was no regret, however, in where things had led. You knew he loved his kind wife as much as he loved you, and he knew you loved him as much as you loved your career, and things were simply just…meant to be this way, you concluded.

It was never supposed to be a great love story that told of breaking traditions. Not all stories were meant to go against the odds; some were told to show that people could be capable of change without having to change anything. You were thankful, still so extremely grateful you met your beloved Prince even as he left the theatre before people crowded around him, leaving you to your devices until you retired back into the changing room, a set of rare flowers only a certain person could afford.

Beautiful, you cried as you picked up the card, his once messy scrawls improved into a neater cursive befitting for the new King.

And so it was that you parted ways, with him leading his country into further prosperity while you moved away and stole people’s hearts with each phenomenal show, one after the other.

Your summer rendezvous with the Prince was not meant to be a love story that went against all odds; you were there to save each other from reaching damnation, loving one another as passionately as your souls were able to until you picked each other back up.

Once the other stood firm, tall, and ready to take on the world with their bare hands, you pushed one another in your respective directions.

Beautiful, you smiled as you clutched at his present close to your heart where he’d built a garden out of itself, that we’d saved each other from falling from grace.

[jadeee]

Nicky Valentino Reverse AU

def one of my favorites 💫 enjoy

His head would prob explode within the first 10 mins of being in our timeline. The technology alone would make his head spin.

Speaking of technology, you’d have to give him a crash course every day of the week. I like to think he’s a fast learner but when it’s come to tech, there's just sm stuff: youtube, google, instagram, podcasts, audiobooks, netflix.

Nicky leans over your shoulder and glances at your screen.

“Oh is that chapcat? Or tweeter??”

You turned around and scrunched your brows at him.

“Is it the goo- what was it called? Gootube?”

Eventually, he gets a phone but he doesn’t know how to work the damn thing. You're the only contact he has atm. Tbh he prob takes a selfie with you as soon as he gets it. Well.. after you teach him what a selfie is. He’d only take selfies for you but most of his camera roll would be things he saw when he was out and made him think of you.

You told him about texting before but, one step at a time lol. He’d prob develop the habit of calling instead of texting you bc it’s a lot easier and omg he loves facetime. Always greets you with some romantic Italian before saying anything else and always compliments you.

Sometimes he won't say anything but he'll just look at you and admire your beauty. Say it’s golden hour and you’re walking to your car and the sunlight is shining on you. He'll just stare at his phone like 🥰🥺 "ti amo, amore mio"

Phone case would prob be clear or black tbh, iPhone all day long {sorry samsung and android} and it’d be that gold color.. I just know it. Lock screen would be a picture of you two and his home screen would be an off guard picture he took of you.

He’d def need a pair of blue light glasses bc his eyes aren’t used to sm screen exposure. If you have a thing for ppl who wears glasses, he’d wear em all the time lmbo. All jokes aside, I think he would have a routine where he only sets aside x amount of hrs for screen time so he doesn’t strain his eyes too much. He might try to put you on it too.

Omg he’s so old fashioned he’d have a picture of you in his wallet. Which leads me to his ID ahahaha - the day you take him to get his ID is unforgettable. He prob woke up hella early, made breakfast, and spent an hr on his hair and outfit.

Idk the technicalities behind how that would work logistically. Granted we’d have access to his birth certificate and all that but ppl would just look at him like “... when did you say you were born again?! 😳🤨” then ask what cream he uses lmbo.

Teaching him to drive HAHAHA do I really need to go into this? He’d be so nervous at first. I can imagine you two sitting in an empty parking lot and he’s just in the driver’s seat like “uhh… why are there so many buttons?”

He wouldn’t listen to the radio at first. He literally just needs to learn the bare minimum. No need to teach him the horn. He’s from New York, they know how to work those.

Wherever he goes ppl are just drawn to him. So he’ll often make friends without trying bc he has that magnetic pull. Ofc he’ll get the occasional, random “you’re so attractive” compliments but if they flirt a bit too much he’ll automatically go into “i’m taken” mode.

He’d def join a social club whether it’s for jazz lovers, old souls, or pre-boomers {is that a thing?} he’d be a part of it and never miss a meeting. This really helps him to connect with his life from the 1920s, especially with Rocky and Chris in a way.

The world is huge and he’d def meet a few ppl who remind him of his family and friends. When that happens, he’s just so captivated and almost stunned. He’ll ask them a few questions only they would know but when the doppelgangers can’t give a straight answer, he’s sort of saddened. He’d make it a point to tell them they remind him of someone back home though.

I know for a fact if he found someone from Italy - or with Italian roots - in your neighborhood, he’d freak out! If they spoke Italian?!?! He’s got a friend for life now and he prob feels so at home around them {depending on where they’re from and all that, i’m guessing}

Side note, Nicky would roast tf out of restaurants that call themselves Italian but don’t serve genuine Italian food. Speaking of food, he’d prob cook all the time for the two of you. Omg if he had a lil cookbook 😭💖💕

I really feel like he’d be best friends with an old Italian lady. I know this in my soul and you cannot tell me diff. She would remind him of his mother and that’s why he’s so drawn to her. Especially considering the only thing missing that would make his life perfect is having his family with him alongside yours. He’d invite her over for dinner and she’d def bring food for you two.

She wants to hear every detail about how ya’ll meet and she gushes over the two of you once she sees you side by side. She’ll put her hand over her heart and swoon. Her name’s either Carlotta, Giana, or Florentina.

Shopping with this guy?!?!?!?!! Ugh, sm fun. He’ll prob be really frustrated since fashion is diff now from the 1920s but still you would have sm fun. I can tell you rn though, he doesn’t like skinny jeans.

“Toots,” he struggled to pull the fabric up past his knees.

“How the hell do you wear these things?” He grunted in between his words.

Before you could respond, the door to his fitting room flung open.

He looked at you disapprovingly.

You tried to keep a straight face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t move.”

You let out a laugh and Nicky smirked.

“I’m serious! How am I supposed to walk in these?!?!”

“I think you look good!” You tried to affirm him.

He waved his hand at the air as you continued to laugh.

“You’re just trynna get on my good side.”

He gave you a smile before shutting the door.

After a moment, he opened it and peeped his head out.

“Uh.. amore?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t get ‘em off.”

His cheeks turned pink as you stood up and walked towards him.

His style is v professional/light academia. He’ll prob try and find suits closest to his, like the blue and brown one for instance. Besides, I know he has his favorite outfits from the 1920s and he’d prob try to mimic them as much as possible.

Doesn’t own the first pair of shorts or any jeans at all. He hates the fabric of jeans bc they’re so dense and heavy, unlike his slacks. Shorts? Why would he wanna show his legs if he’s not at the beach/pool or playing find the cannoli? The only modern, laidback things you’ll really see him in are sweatpants {yes, the gray ones 👀}

He would be an absolute music and film lover 100%. If you don’t have one already, he’d get a record player and find some vinyls of his favorite singers from back then. Whenever you two have downtime, he’ll put on the records. He has music on his phone too but “it’s not the same” lol.

We already know he loves movies and he’d be fascinated by some of the modern ones. I think streaming platforms, like Netflix, would be like a goldmine for him bc they have such a huge collection of diff genres. This might be selfish of me but I’d make him watch at least one Robert DeNiro film… just one {but then there’s Martin Scorsese, Joe Pesci, and Al Pacino 🤷🏾‍♀️ one of each ig}

It’s not gonna be a walk in the park but you’re by his side and that’s the most beautiful walk he could ever take. He’ll ease into modern living but he’d def bring some 1920s style with him. I think your home would be a happy one that manages to blend the beauties of both.

He would def go down the rabbit hole searching for documents about everyone back home: Rocky, Chris, Floyd, Ralph. He would look for smthn on everyone. I think most of all he just wants to know what their life was like. If Chris ever got married and if Rocky ever stayed married lmbo.

He’d want to know how it ended too but he’d save that for last. He’d really want you by his side, even if he doesn’t say it. If he came across pictures, he’d pick his favorite ones and put them in his wallet and maybe frame a few.

⭐ BONUS: Right… money. I feel like his crew would save it for him bc he didn’t leave without saying goodbye. However, money from back then isn’t worth equal value now. So I think he would consider investing it in the stock market. Emphasis on 'consider' bc it’s like a rollercoaster sometimes. I can see him working in an office setting being part of upper management. Yeah, you need a degree for most, if not all of these, but I know for a fact somehow he’d get up there. Be it charisma, working his way up to the top. Someone somewhere is gonna call him boss.

~~~ A/N: This was v much spur of the moment writing. Thank you for reading/reblogging/liking/commenting!