#its not like they are really hiding anything from us

[neeeooon]

Harooo

Really love ur writing so I wanna see this idea of mine written down by u

Since the boys basically never skip leg day, (barou, rin, chigiri, Nagi, kunigami, hiori, bachira, yukimiya, karasu and kurona) I have a feeling they'd be strong enough to lift reader and place them on their feet when they ballroom dance with her.

So basically I just want ballroom dancing shenanigans or just romance with the above boys when reader cannot dance and they place her atop their shoes and dance XP (if there's too many boyos you can remove some of them off the above list)

🍭

thank youuuu (i’m sorry it took so long my brain was dead for half the boys 😭)

ballroom dancing with them

bf bllk x fem!reader who can’t dance. crack, fluff, cussing

barou shoei

-> “here,” barou’s grip tightened around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his shoes. you paled. “what are you doing?”

-> his sisters’ school was having an event, and all the families were invited. the problem was, it was a ballroom dancing event, and you cannot dance for the life of you

-> “i’m helping,” he said in reply as he took a step to the side. your leg followed, feet still standing on his. and you were off, gliding across the floor with the other couples, who were completely oblivious as to why you were suddenly a few inches taller

-> you tried not to giggle as he led you around the room, looking very serious as you wiggled around every time he took a step slightly too long for your legs. “we look ridiculous.” “so?” “… nothing. let’s make your sisters proud.”

itoshi rin

-> gets frustrated with you when you step on his shoes for the third time

-> “i’m sorry!” you gasped, thankful for the low lighting and its efforts to hide your embarrassment. without comment, rin picked you up and set you to stand on his feet. “r—what are—hello?”

-> he looked at you through his bangs. “follow my steps.” “i can’t not follow when i’m standing on your—“ he didn’t let you finish before dancing, forcing you to follow

-> it was surprisingly easier than you thought, and rin didn’t look pained to have you standing on his feet. “okay?” he asked, and you nodded. “okay. let’s hope your brother doesn’t catch us. he won’t ever let us live it down.”

chigiri hyoma

-> you panicked when chigiri asked you to stand on his feet. “i’m sorry?” “just do it. people are staring.”

-> he wasn’t wrong. the fancy ballroom event was for your mom’s work, and apparently you were the only one who didn’t know how to waltz. even your boyfriend, who never mentioned anything to you about dancing, knew how

-> you listened to save yourself from any future embarrassment. “how do you even know how to do this?” you asked as chigiri swept an arm around your waist. he gave you a deadpanned look. “i have an older sister.” “ah.”

-> you made a mental note to thank koyuki (his sister) as chigiri made you look like you knew what you were doing, your dress covering your feet

nagi seishiro

-> “what the fuck?” “don’t ask.” “but how do you—“ his eyes looked almost pleading, so you shut your lips and let your question die in your head

-> you didn’t know anything about nagi’s family, and he never talked about them until asking you to the ballroom event. you’d never seen him so hesitant and felt bad turning him down, even though you can’t dance

-> “here,” nagi softly said before guiding you onto his feet. his movements were a little sloppy, a little lazy, but he didn’t let you fall as he danced you around the room

-> you let him, continuing to keep your questions to yourself as you followed along the best you could. “you’re good. i’m surprised.” “it’s a hassle…”

kunigami rensuke

-> “wait, your—what about your feet?!”

-> kunigami’s lips pulled into a sweet smile at the concern in your voice. “leg day, babe. trust the process.”

-> and you were in his arms, his feet carrying you to the ballroom music playing from the speaker. “you said you wanted to learn, so… i took a few classes for you. so i can teach you.”

-> you nearly melted in his arms. “you learned?” “mmh.” “and you want to teach me?” “mmh.” you beamed and snuggled against his chest as his feet continued guiding you. “okay. teach me, then.”

hiori yo

-> hiori always looked princely to you, so the fact that he knew how to ballroom dance wasn’t a surprise

-> “i’m sorry about this,” he sighed while pulling you into his chest. his mom was having an event where guests were expecting to ballroom dance and invited you knowing you had no experience

-> you shook his apology off and smiled. “it’s okay. i can leave if you—“ a gasp left your lips when hiori pulled you up onto his feet. “yo—“ “trust me. i won’t let her embarrass you, okay?”

-> your dress covered your shoes as he led you around the room. you made sure to flash his mother a sickly sweet smirk when you caught her eyes mid-twirl. the glare she shot at you made it all worth it

bachira meguru

-> “i do!” “no, you don’t.” “watch me.”

-> you and bachira were arguing, him in his suit and you in your dress, over his claim that he knew how to ballroom dance. “i really do!” he said while taking your hands in his. “my mom and i used to dance around the house all the time!”

-> you hummed. sounds plausible. “show me, then.” “fine!” you gasped when bachira suddenly picked you up and dropped you onto his feet before taking your hand in his and dancing around the room

-> “okay!” you laughed. “i was wrong—you can dance!” “exactly. i’ll accept my apology in kisses!”

yukimiya kenyu

-> you were tired from work and school and missed your boyfriend. when you got home, he quickly noticed your slumped shoulders and jumped into action

-> “here.” he held a hand out for you and pulled you into his chest when you accepted it. “dance with me.”

-> you smiled softly. “you know i can’t…” yukimiya pulled you close. “come here, then.” he lifted you just enough to balance you on his feet and kissed the corner of your mouth before you could protest

-> he swept you around the room, smiling when you laughed. he held you close and shook his head when you asked if it hurt. “we should dance like this more. i like it.” “mmm, i like you.”

karasu tabito

-> “yer crazy,” karasu said with a grin when you suggested sneaking into a rich people party. the signs suggested ballroom dancing and the outfits were so gorgeous you wanted nothing more than to attend

-> you and karasu thrifted some appropriate clothing and hid behind masquerade masks for easy entry. you’d been so excited about the idea of dressing up and breaking in that you forgot you can’t dance

-> “tabi,” you tugged his tux sleeve. “our cover’s blown. i can’t dance.” he casually slipped a hand around your waist, settling on the small of your back. “i got this, darling.”

-> you nearly laughed when he explained the plan, but you couldn’t think of anything better. with you on karasu’s shoes, you took to the center of the room and let him lead you around until you were blushing and giggling like a madman. “where did you learn to dance like this?” his only response was to smile and kiss you

kurona ranze

-> “let’s dance!” you cheered when the only ballroom song on your playlist randomly came on. “i don’t know how to ballroom dance, so we can just—“

-> “got it, got it,” kurona hummed as he pulled you onto his feet. “i can dance.”

-> your eyes widened. “you what?” he hummed again and began swaying you to the beat, laughing when you squealed in excitement. “since when?!”

-> kurona twirled you. “jin.” you laughed. of course. “teach me, too.” “‘k, ‘k.”

[winterishopefvl]

warnings: amab caitlyn, afab reader, mean caitlyn (kinda), public sex, reader is wearing a dress and heels, bratty reader, unprotected sex, throat fucking (r receiving), spanking, cheating, lmk if i forgot anything. mdni!!!!!

caitlyn keeps you up at night.

not in the sense that she talks too much, or that she's busy between your legs to let you sleep. though, you can't see yourself minding either of those reasons.

it's in the sense that you can't stop thinking about the woman you can't have.

she's so perfect to you, in the way she moves and in the way she exists, just everything about her.

there's a permanent throbbing between your legs when you're around her. you know she's seeing someone, and you know it's wrong, you'd never sabotage her relationship.

but if that's true, then, how did you end up here? how did you end up face down, ass-up in her bed? why is her cum spilling out of your hole?

to be fair, it wasn't your fault. it was caitlyn's.

turns out she's been wanting you just as bad as you've been wanting her. she's been using maddie to stop thinking about you.

you're both scions of noble families, you've seen each other almost every weekend for your entire lives, but you've never really gotten along. maybe it was the lust or the tension between you two, but you were constantly on edge around each other.

a while ago on a spring morning, at a luncheon thrown by your family, both you and caitlyn had been left alone in the study when your parents were giving her family a tour of your home. it was just lingering glances and small touches at first, but now, right there on your father's desk, it'd gone from small touches to messy kisses. messy kisses led to you sitting on the edge of the desk, skirt bunched around your waist and caitlyn's hands on your hips, fucking you impatiently and sloppily.

it was messy, rushed, and never spoken about, but you found your mind wandering back to that memory every time someone touched you. you wanted that moment again, you wanted to feel her cock stretching you and filling you just right again.

at every single event, every single time caitlyn caught sight of you in your perfect outfits, she had to grab the urge to rip every bit of fabric off your body and drown it. you weren't any better, not at all. tonight was at its worst though.

it was an event hosted by caitlyn's family, so it was really, really fancy. caitlyn was wearing this beautiful purple dress that hugged her figure just right, and you found your fucking mouth watering.

you had to stuff hors d'oeuvres in your mouth just to hide the drool that threatened to dribble out of your mouth. you've never downed champagne quicker in your fucking life, either.

and at the right moment, in the middle of a conversation you were having with a woman you couldn't care less about, you must've been lucky or something, because you looked over in caitlyn's direction, and she was already staring at you with the hungriest look you've ever seen before. she didn't look away when your eyes met hers this time, she just took a slow sip of her champagne, not even ashamed of the way her eyes were fixed on the dip in the neckline of your dress. it was just a bit too tight around your chest, so the tops of your boobs were threatening to spill out, straining against the silk.

her fingers twitched around the glass, like she was resisting the urge to touch. you don't know what the fuck is wrong with you tonight, but you smirked when you caught her eyes on your chest, acting smug rather than how you were really feeling. the sight of that smirk made caitlyn's eyes narrow, and she had to resist the drag you up to her bedroom and shove her cock down your throat to wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

now that you knew she was staring, you'd stupidly decided to tease her some more. you turned your head back to the woman you were talking to, letting your fingers linger a bit too long on her wrist when complimenting her bracelet. caitlyn just scoffed at first, but then you leaned in to whisper some comment to the woman, making her laugh and blush. now that caught her attention.

it annoyed her to no end, even if she didn't want to admit it. she wanted to be the one you were whispering to, she wanted to be the one who blushed at a comment you made.

there was only so much this poor girl could take before she dragged you away, and you knew that, you wanted her to drag you away. your hand found it's place on the woman's waist, nodding along and feigning interest to every little thing she said.

but then you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you only hoped it was caitlyn. you swore janna fucking finally blessed you or some shit, this truly was your lucky night because it was caitlyn. there was a slight twitch of her fingers that stemmed from annoyance, and you noticed. instead of being kind- being good- you decided to be a little shit, “can i help you, caitlyn? i'm a bit busy.”

caitlyn scoffed at your disinterested tone, wrapping her fingers around your wrist, “yes, you can help me. i need your opinion on something in the other room.” she didn't even let you make up your mind before she started to lead you away, making you a bit more than annoyed, “what the fuck, caitlyn? i was busy-”

“i can't exactly find it in me to care that you were busy.” she shot back, pushing you back against the wall of a random hallway you've yet to find yourself in, despite the many times you've been to her home. caitlyn's finger pressed against your chest, an annoyed look on her face, “you've been teasing me all night.”

you huffed at the accusation, batting her hand away from your chest and denying the claim immediately, “have not!” you defended, making her respond with “you have. don't be difficult when we both know you were being a brat.”

your jaw tightened at the use of the word brat, pushing her back away from you, “i was not being a brat. don't call me that as if it has some sort of weight coming from you.”

caitlyn's lips parted in surprise at the shove, a surprised scoff leaving her. she clicked her tongue, before extending her hand to grab your chin, “do not push me around again, or i will punish you.”

you couldn't deny the way your clit throbbed between your legs from how firm she was being, but you also just loved being a brat, “you don't have the balls to punish me if you can't even hold fucking eye contact with me after fucking me in my dad's study.”

there was a moment of silence after your comment, but you could see every emotion in her eyes. the embarrassment, the anger, the arousal. caitlyn's hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just barely, “would you like to test that theory?” it wasn't a question, not a real one, at least. your answer was in the form of a squeak when she pushed you down onto your knees, making you frown and swat at her knee like a child, “the fuck's your problem?!”

caitlyn had to resist the urge to snap at you, instead pinching your cheeks in her hand, forcing you to look up at her. you were so fixated on her face, you didn't even notice her other hand hiking up the skirt of her dress, “shut up, and suck.” it was a demand, one that became very real very fast when she pushed your face against her panties, your mouth pressing against her half hard cock through the fabric.

there's a muffled squeal against her panties, and you wanna protest so bad, but you can't when your mouth is watering at the thought of having your throat fucked by her. you look up at her once she's let go of your cheeks, swallowing another bratty comment that threatened to leave your throat. your fingers came up to tug her panties down, freeing her cock and you gasped softly.

caitlyn was almost surprised at how quickly you gave in, but she also expected it, you were all talk, you just needed someone to put you in your place, “stop staring at it. this is what you've been asking for, isn't it?” she chided you for not immediately getting to work, moving her hand to the top of your head and pushing you towards her leaking cock.

“fuck you, caitlyn.” you shot back, but caitlyn took the opportunity to push your head down onto her cock. her tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, slapping her thigh in protest.

caitlyn just stifled a moan at both the slap and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around her. you whimpered every time her balls slapped against your chin, grasping her thighs even as tears filled your eyes. she fucked your throat like she'd die if she stopped, nails digging into your scalp, burying her entire, throbbing cock into your throat, looking down to see your nose buried in the trimmed blue hair at the base of her cock.

she made you take her entire length, making you gag over and over again around her. you weren't entirely sure you weren't dreaming, you'd been wanting this for weeks, months even. and now here you were, having your throat fucked by the one woman you'd been craving for years.

it was embarrassing feeling your panties stick uncomfortably to your skin, completely drenched with your arousal, you loved hated that you liked being used like this. drool dribbled from the corners of your mouth, doing your best to breathe through your nose, the twitch of her cock being the only indicator that she was close.

you whimpered when she buried herself in your mouth to the hilt, holding your head in place as her cum down your throat. her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “swallow it.” she gritted out, and you listened like it was an instinct, greedily swallowing every little drop of her load.

caitlyn pulled you off her cock with little grace, fixed her dress and panties, and wrapped her long fingers around your chin to pull you up to your feet. your knees wobbled at the sudden change from being on the floor, grasping her waist to steady yourself, but it proved to be almost useless when her lips slammed against your own.

you could only gasp into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her so your hands settled on the small of her back. she cupped your face in her hands– gently– a stark contrast to how rough she was before, pulling away after a long while just to breathe. her eyes softened a fraction when she saw how wrecked you looked, but immediately hardened again, “come with me.” she said, a little bit softer though, tugging your hand and leading you through her house.

you sucked in a sharp breath when she started to drag you around again, your body jerking forward, “where are we going?“ you rasped out, your throat hurting from how roughly she'd fucked your throat.

“my room.” caitlyn answered simply, pulling you through a random set of double doors, and pushing you onto her bed. she waved a finger, gesturing to your dress, “off. now.”

all your earlier smugness and confidence had just vanished in caitlyn's presence, now you were almost shy as you undressed yourself. caitlyn kneeled down by the edge of the bed, unclasping your heels and tossing them at a random point in her bedroom. caitlyn wanted you so bad, but she was determined to be patient, to wait.

once your shoes were off, she felt your eyes on her, she felt you staring as her slender fingers unzipped her dress, then hooked under the straps, and slowly– teasingly– pulled it down and to the floor. you were laying on her bed, wide eyed and only in your underwear, “caitlyn–” you gasped softly when she turned around, seeing her perfect breasts for the first time. you wanted to touch, to wrap your lips around her nipples and make her moan.

you reached for her hand, pulling her down onto the bed, but she just pushed your hand away, “someone's getting impatient.” caitlyn observed mockingly, her fingers on your shoulders to turn you around.

she shimmied her panties off to leave her bare, her cock slapping against her stomach, coming up behind you to press a kiss to your shoulder, a faux sense of comfort. but it worked, in some way, some of the tension in your shoulders drained, letting her unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor. her hands were soft, but the way she touched you wasn't. caitlyn moved you to the middle of her mattress, pushing your face down into the pillows, keeping your ass high in the air.

you squeaked in surprise from the way she handled you, turning your head to look at her, but stopping halfway when two of her long fingers slid into your pussy. when did she even get your panties off? how did you not notice?

you moaned out at the feeling, pushing back against the digits, “fuck, caitlyn–” you whimpered when she started to move her fingers, her pace brutal, “you really shouldn't have teased me, love. and using that poor girl to make me mad? shameful.” caitlyn cooed mockingly in your ear, her free hand pushing your face down into the mattress again, “just stop talking, sweetheart. you'll only get yourself into more trouble.”

the sheets bunched up in your grip underneath you, having no choice but to take the rough treatment, muffling moans and cries into her soft pillows.

you could feel the coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any given moment. caitlyn could feel it, your walls rhythmically squeezing her fingers, but she didn't want you to cum yet. she lowered her head beside your ear, her voice soft, but no less firm, “don't you dare cum right now.”

a whine tumbled from your throat at the denial, lifting your head so she could see the teary, desperate eyes peering back at her. caitlyn just hummed, cupping your cheek to swipe a fallen tear from your cheek, pulling her fingers out of you when she saw your eyes start to roll back. you cried out when she abruptly pulled away, letting out a weak sob into the sheets.

she couldn't help but laugh, it was so pathetic, almost comical. but then, caitlyn positioned herself behind you, lining her cock with your entrance. but you were too busy wallowing in your self pity to really notice her moving, a pout fixed on your lips, but quickly formed into an ‘o’ when caitlyn pushed the tip of her cock inside you.

caitlyn stretched you out slowly, carefully, but that didn't mean she wasn't actively fighting her own desire to ram into you with reckless abandon, “so pathetic. just needed cock to shut you up, hm? that's all you needed to behave?” she punctuated the last word with a rough thrust, making you gasp and your body jerk forward with every inch that stretched your pussy.

you nodded mindlessly to her question, biting down on your bottom lip as you adjusted to her size. after you assured her you were fine, caitlyn's hips started to move against yours in a way that couldn't be described with hateful. but did she hate you? or did she hate the way you made her feel?

“such– such a cockslut, aren't you, love?” caitlyn said through clenched teeth, her head falling back as she continued to rut into you from behind. you could only moan in response, your ass pressing back against her, as if to take her deeper.

caitlyn brought her hand down on one of your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pain, “w-what was that for?” you stuttered pathetically, earning another slap from the girl behind you.

“i told you to stop talking, didn't i?” she asked rhetorically, bringing her hand down to spank you one more time, “take my cock, but don't talk. just lay there and take it like a good girl."

a whimper slipped out between your lips from the sting, simply nodding again when her hips started to move even faster against yours. the front of her thighs slapping against the backs of yours, her balls hitting your clit with every thrust. you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching again, walls squeezing her cock tighter and tighter,

“you're close, aren't you? gonna cum for me, love?” she panted out, clearly close to her own orgasm as well. you nodded your head rapidly, her hand winding in your hair and pulling so your back was stuck in a deep arch. you gasped at the switch, her cock impossibly deep inside you. her free hand came around you to rub your clit in messy circles, burying her face in the crook of your neck, “cum for me. you can cum now, sweetheart, cum for me.”

it was like your body was waiting for her to give you permission, because almost immediately after she gave you the greenlight, you found yourself gushing around her cock, a white ring forming at the base of her cock. her hips stuttered and she let go of your hair to hold your hips, fucking into your willing hole with so much force it made you fall forward, and the bed start to shake.

caitlyn positioned you to fuck you as deeply as she could, burying her throbbing cock to the base inside you, spilling her cum into your womb with little regard of the potential consequences.

so i guess that's how you found yourself face down in caitlyn's bed.

i have like the worst caitlyn brainrot right now 😭😭

[ce1estiall]

flowers

summary paige x teammate!reader

paige became bold and flirty with you at practice. that was just the start.

warnings slight making out, some sexual tension, mostly fluff

word count 0.7k

celestial notes hey! first fic ever postedd i hope you guys like it! sorry its so short, im not used to writing a lot. ill make a part 2 probably of them being freakyyy. also feel free to leave me any requests you have!

“one two three, a secret awakening, the night in full bloom, a blooming joy.

just like a fantasy in my garden, show me your flowers.” aespa - flowers

the practice facility was brezzy and cool, a relieving place to be due to the heat outside. you went to the locker room to get ready for practice. you were grabbing your shoes and practice jersey when you noticed paige in the corner of your eye.

“someone looks a little too beautiful just for practice. you got a date or something?” paige asked, being a tease. two can play that game, you thought to yourself. “no, why? jealous if i did have one because it wasn’t you?” you smirked

“i dont know. would i? time can only tell.” she left the locker room as she winked at you. paige was a lot of things. annoying, childish, and bold. but she was never this flirty.

only the team knew paige was gay, and they promised to hide it from the media. however, as paige teased you in that short moment, a fire ignited in your body.

you walked out and onto the court doing the norm. laps, stretching, then layups. when you were doing drills, you would catch paige staribg at you. or when she handed you the ball, she would brush her hand across yours. it caught you off guard, which caused you to mess up and coach geno got angry, but you brushed it off.

after practice, you headed to the locker room to get your stuff, then headed to your apartment.

you entered your apartment and immediately dropped your items down. you felt exhausted. dealing with paige, running on 5 hours of sleep, and practice. it was all catching up to you. you were sweaty and decided to take a shower.

post-everything shower, as you were combing your hair, a knock came from your front door.

you whispered under your breath. “what the fuck.”

you opened the door when you say paige infront of you. “look who came to hunt me down. dont you have a psych test tomorrow you should be studying for?”

“it can wait.” she replied, standing there in a black hoodie, grey sweats and slides. “can i come in?”

you reached out an arm, signaling her to come in. she entered and went to your room and plopped on your bed. you weren’t bothered, just confused.

you followed, standing at the door frame. she patted next to her, telling you to sit down.

you obeyed, sitting down next to her as her arm rested around your shoulders. you broke the silence as she was looking for something to watch with you.

“someone was really bold today in the locker room, i wonder why.” you spoke. paige rolled her eyes in defense. “you know you love it when im bold with you.” she replied. “just wanted to see your reaction.”

“who said i didn’t?” you scoot closer to her, looking at her. “it caught me off guard.”

“you did look really beautiful.” she turned to look at you. you became flushed at her sudden comment.

“during the whole practice, i couldn’t stop looking at you. i couldn’t pay attention to anything to save my life. you were distracting me.” things were becoming crystal clear. paige was falling for you. you didn’t know what to say or how to reply.

“am i just that magnetic towards you?” you teased her. you wanted to see how much it took until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“mmm maybe.” she said with a smirk.

“your eyes looked like you wanted to kiss me right there. why didn’t you?” you were having too much fun. adrenaline was flowing through your body.

she chuckled. “i was waiting for the right time.”

“is that why you came to my dorm?” you got up too close to her face. you then whispered in her ear. “you just can’t resist me.”

it was the turning point for her. she couldn’t stop herself.

she leaned in, cupping your face. her soft lips touching yours, tasting each other, then leaving. soft moans in between. she then leaned in your neck, smelling your fragrance. “are you wearing the one i got for you? the floral one for your birthday?”

“mhm.” you replied.

“no wonder you have me on this effect today.” she placed sweet kisses on your neck while also inhaling the floral fragrance. you had her under a spell, in her garden. and you were a special flower with a special scent she came back to, needing, craving more.

“you’re making this so fucking hard for me.”

[flowery-mess]

Different Anon, but ever since you brought up nerd!Noah, I can't stop thinking about Noah asking you to do a couple's cosplay with him to an anime convention 🥺 he's so nervous to ask you! What if you think it's weird and cringe? What if u leave him because if it?

Finally he get the courage to ask you. He's so nervous and and stumbling over his words with a huge red blush on his face.

"Hey... y/n... so um... I wanted to ask you s-something..."

You look up at him, confused. What could he possibly be asking you that has him so nervous?

"S-so the con this weekend... um... people like to dress up as their favorite character to these things, its called cosplay a-and um... I-I was wondering if m-maybe you'd want to dress up as Sasuke and Sakura from Naurto with me." Noah looks away, scared of your answer. You smile at him, that's what he was nervous about? He's such a dork. You use your hand to gently turn his head towards you. His face is warm from how hard he's blushing. You give him a a kiss on the cheek.

"I'd love too." You say before smiling up at him. Noah almost jumped out of his skin cuz of excitement. He quickly jumps on his phone and starts looking for the cosplays.

hey anon, thank you for sending your ask and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it💕

Oh Imagine the nerves, this poor boy is sweating hours before he gets to see you at work and ask you.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d write down what he wants to say, practice it at home so he knows what to say when he’s talking with you.

He already has the idea of characters he’d like to go as in his head, thinking of what clothes and accessories you could wear so you don’t have to have too much work with it, it will be enough if you go, he’ll get everything else solved.

The convention is happening on Saturday, so he has to ask you on Monday, the earliest the better.

He parks his car and before he gets out he repeats what he wants to say one more time.

He leaves his things in his office and then goes to make coffee for both of you, but instead of bringing to your desk he texts you to meet him outside (because he’s shy to ask in front of others).

“Good morning.” you say cheerfully when you approach him.

“Good morning.” he says back and hands you your coffee.

“Thank you.” you kiss his cheek and sit down on the bench, enjoying the warm spring morning. “Why are we here? Did you need anything?”

“I, well, yes. I-” he tries to hide behind his mug, already feeling the warmth in his cheeks.

You look at him, but he’s avoiding eye contact with you. Your eyes soften a bit when you see him struggle with whatever he wants to say, so you sit closer to him and put your hand on his bouncing leg.

“What is it baby? It’s just me.” but that’s exactly the problem, it’s you.

“Remember how I told you about the convention?” he asks and meets your eyes for a brief moment, then looks away again.

“Yes.” how could you forget, he was talking about it for an hour.

“So I was wondering, I’m going with my friend and he’s taking his girlfriend, so I, uhm, wanted to ask, maybe, if you’d like to go with us?” his eyes meet yours for a second again, but he doesn’t have a chance to see your face and reaction to his question properly. “But you can say no! You can say no. I know you’re not really into anime so it’s fine if you don-”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Of course Noah. I’m not really into anime, but it’s your interest that I want to explore more, it’s part of you. And I’m excited to finally meet some of your friends.”

“Okay.” he doesn’t know what else to say, because he was sure you’re going to say no, he’s not prepared for this scenario.

“Are we going to dress up?” you ask, because he spent at least 30 minutes talking about the costumes and showing you pictures of his old ones from previous years. You see his cheeks turn red again after you ask your question.

“I was thinking that we could, if you want to. You don’t have to, it’s not required.” he’s looking at his feet, too shy to look at you, thinking that you’re going to find it funny and change your mind about going, change your mind about him.

So you reach out to grab his chin and turn his head to face you, his eyes still avoiding you.

“Hey, look at me.” you lean to the side a little so you can meet him halfway. “I want to, okay? I just hope you’ll come up with the characters and tell me what clothes to get, because I don’t think I know anything about it.”

And in that moment Noah is sure that he’s the happiest man alive.

He gives you kisses and tells you that he loves you and that he already thought about the characters and costumes, showing you pictures from the anime and then costume inspiration. He’s telling you that you don’t need to dress up too much, it’s your first time and he wants you to be comfortable.

You spend the night at his place, thinking about your costumes and also watching the anime, which you asked him to, because you want to get to know the characters more.

The convention is more fun than you thought it would be. His friend and his girlfriend are so nice to you, everyone at the event is, complimenting each other’s costumes and stuff.

You end up having the best time and with full gallery of pictures of Noah staring at someone with cool costume or something that caught his attention, and of you two together, looking cute in your costumes.

[you-wanna-save-the-corn-nuts]

TaiVan Scene Analysis!!

!!Yellowjackets s3 spoilers!!

*cracks knuckles*

So, I was rewatching Yellowjackets instead of paying attention to homework again and got to that lovely scene where Tai approaches Van and goes "Hey if we go back we can't be together anymore can we?" and I was thinking about it in the context of what Liv said about Van making up stories to get herself through things- and while yes, this episode is Van's turning point to realising her little stories could be entirely wrong, she's not quiittteee at that point yet. Before Kodi dies, she's still fine with her self-gaslighting. So, looking at this scene with that lense.....it breaks me, a little bit.

First off:

Look me in the eyes and tell me this ain't other Tai. I'm like 99% certain this conversation is Other Tai which almost makes it more interesting- (bro wrote this before i finished rewatching the scene it was explicitly other tai because the eyeless man is there i forgor) Anyways, Tai and Van are talking:

"Do you really think the world has changed that much?"

"I'm optimistic."

"Why?"

"Because.........me."

When Van says the initial "I'm optimistic" her voice is low, she's sounds a little annoyed, its more of a demand than it is an answer. "this is okay, it has to be okay, we're okay" If she can convince Tai, she's done her job, she's kept everyone happy and positive and safe, and she can believe it too. But when it comes to the "Because......Me" there is a noticeable shift from this stern, demanding tone into something a little softer. You can see her search for a moment, trying to find a reason she can latch onto- but she can't find one, she can't find any reason to think the world is suddenly all good with people like herself and Tai, so she pretty much blatantly says the only reason she has going for her: "Me." because that's what she does. She picks whatever "truths" keep her and everyone else going and doesn't even consider an alternative. The "Me" statement is both a moment of introspect almost, and a callout for the audience to her habits. She's picked her story, that they can go back, and everyone will be fine with them being together, or they can just hide like they did before, and it'll be all good.

And then there's Tai. Standing there, telling her all the reasons, that this inaccurate! She's breaking the illusion! Back off, other Tai! We like denial in this household!! But here's Tai telling her why her stories are wrong and I find Van's reactions incredibly interesting (especially in contrast with their card scene in episode 10)

She's sitting there looking at the invisible camera in the office like "guys are you seeing this-" and at one point, even looks slightly amused. Given what we already know about Van, and how she uses humour as a coping mechanism, I would not put it past her to be a nervous laugher (speaking from personal experience). Van's reaction is akin to if Tai had just said something like "oh btw misty just turned into a squirrel"- she's in disbelief, finds it a little amusing, and slightly stupid. Because to her, the answer is obvious- It's not a problem, its never going to be a problem, we're going home and its all fine.

"Why is nobody thinking about this?"

"Because getting rescued. And going home. Outweighs- all of that."

"So just...go get a bag, and lets put some shit in it!"

Van's line here is pretty reminiscent of how she talks to Travis about eating Javi. It's authoritative, almost rehearsed, like she's said it to herself a million times. "We're getting rescued. We're going home. And don't worry about anything else because this is the only important thing." It's a statement that she could easily tell herself and likely has been telling herself to keep her going. And it's the same thing she'll tell Tai because she's the storyteller, she is the one who keeps them all calm, and that's her job. Just wanted to point out how this plays into my previous Vanalysis about her gaslighting herself with narratives of how everything is justified and will play out fine. Van then directly contrasts this rehearsed, demanding tone with a more lighthearted "go get a bag, lets pack". She's trying to shift the conversation back to "yayyy rescue!!!" because that is the narrative she's decided on and that is the narrative everyone else is gonna hear from her.

And yet, when Tai "walks away" and Van thinks she's alone?

She's pretty distressed (this screenshot doesn't capture it super well but you get the idea). Because Tai is, technically, right. The like....yearish they've been here so far? It's not gonna make a difference to everyone suddenly accepting gay people. Not to mention everything Tai said is technically right- they are all gonna have to be on the same page. They probably will have to kill Kodi and Hannah- And I think this scene overall says a lot about Van as a character and the whole path she's about to go down. The entire time, she's been picking her narrative and sticking to it, she's being firm with others and making sure they're all on the same page, they're all in the same story, so nothing can break the illusion. But that doesn't mean she doesn't hear what the others are saying. She definitely hears it- and then crafts a new story, directly on top of it, and keeps going.

[elbiotipo]

Going back in time to introduce pastoralism and horses to ancient America. Imagine what the alternate Pampas and Great Plains would look like

I feel horrible because I really should have more sources than this, but in one of Bret Devereaux's articles about the historical inspirations for the Dothraki in ASOIAF (which prove not to be based in anything historical) he remarks on how incredibly fast North American natives adapted to life in horseback.

I'm quoting the relevant here:

A skilled Native American hunter on a horse, armed with a bow, could hunt bison wildly more effectively than on foot. They could be found more rapidly, followed at speed and shot in relative safety. It is striking that while pedestrian bison hunting was clearly a team effort, a hunter on a horse could potentially hunt effectively alone or in much smaller groups. In turn, that massively increased effectiveness in hunting allowed the Native Americans of the region, once they got enough horses, to go ‘full nomad’ and build a subsistence system focused entirely on hunting bison, supplemented by trading the hides and other products of the bison with the (increasingly sedentary and agrarian) peoples around the edges of the Plains. Many of the common visual markers of Plains Native Americans – the tipi, the travois, the short bow for use from horseback – had existed before among the hunter-gathering peoples, but now spread wore widely as tribes took to horse nomadism and hunting bison full time. At the same time, Isenberg (op. cit. 50-52) has some fascinating paragraphs on all sorts of little material culture changes in terms of clothing, home-wares, tools and so on that changed to accommodate this new lifestyle. The speed of the shift is quite frankly stunning.

And to me something that is more interesting; the fact that this was a very, very new lifestyle for them (based on hunting rather than herding), and historically we didn't see its full development because of colonization:

At the same time, as Isenberg (op. cit. 70ff) makes clear that this pure-hunting nomadism still existed in a narrow edge of subsistence. From his description, it is hard not to conclude that the margin or survival was quite a bit narrower than the Eurasian Steppe subsistence system and it is also clear that group-size and population density were quite a bit lower. It’s also not clear that this system was fully sustainable in the long run; Pekka Hämäläinen argues in The Comanche Empire (2008) that Comanche bison hunting was potentially already unsustainable in the very long term by the 1830s. It worked well enough in wet years, but an extended drought (which the Plains are subjected to every so often) could cause catastrophic decline in bison numbers, as seems to have happened the 1840s and 1850s. A sequence of such events might have created a receding wave phenomenon among bison numbers – recovering after each dry spell, but a little less each time. Isenberg (op. cit., 83ff) also hints at this, pointing out that once one factors for things like natural predators, illness and so on, estimates of Native American bison hunting look to come dangerously close to tipping over sustainability, although Isenberg does not offer an opinion as to if they did tip over that line. Remember: complete reliance on bison hunting was new, not a centuries tested form of subsistence – if there was an equilibrium to be reached, it had not yet been reached. In any event, the arrival of commercial bison hunting along with increasing markets for bison goods drove the entire system into a tailspin much faster than the Plains population would have alone. Bison numbers begin to collapse in the 1860s, wrecking the entire system about a century and a half after it had started. I find myself wondering if, given a longer time frame to experiment and adapt the new horses to the Great Plains if Native American society on the plains would have increasingly resembled the pastoral societies of the Eurasian Steppe, perhaps even domesticating and herding bison (as is now sometimes done!) or other animals. In any event, the westward expansion of the United States did not leave time for that system to emerge.

And the citation itself is here: A.C. Isenberg, The Destruction of the Bison: An Environmental History, 1750-1920 (2020). Though I believe that Deveraux here underestimate the effect of bison hunting by settlers; then again, I am no expert.

I WISH I HAD THE SAME FOR THE PAMPAS, AND ALSO FOR THE GREAT CHACO, those two places are the other ones where this kind of nomadic culture arose incredibly quickly after the adoption of the horse and the introduction of European cattle. Needless to say the culture that arose in the Pampas is completely unique, and you can get a sense of this by reading contemporary literature like Don Segundo Sombra, it is a whole life at horseback that the Mongols would be probably be proud of.

I hope I can do a better post to do this justice with regards to South America, but here's ACOUP's take on nomadic Native (North) Americans and Steppe peoples. The premise might be to debunk the worldbuilding (or lack of it) of ASOIAF, but don't be fooled, the historical information here about the nomadic way of life is amazing:

[the-s1lly-corner]

fluff alphabet: cuddling, kisses, question with razzle & dazzle (dandy's world)

(i promise it isnt all rnd stuff i swear)

C K Q w/ Razzle and Dazzle (fluff alphabet)

chowing down on goldfish crackers between setting up the openers for asks yipiie (i need to be restrained im eating so many) prompts: cuddling, kisses, question notes: gn toon reader, pre game, short and sweet, rnd are divided and get their own sections since theyre literally two dudes with one body, written on computer cws: none

RAZZLE:

CUDDLING

looooooves cuddling, he loves having engaging in all sorts of physical affection with you! its not his main form of affection... but its definitely one of his favorites!

tends to be big spoon, and he likes it that way! uses his arm to wrap around you and bring you closer... and if dazzle wants it, both arms are used... though laying on the side can be weird... have fun laying across their chest!

he doesnt really run his hand along you... doesnt want to wake you up if you drift off to sleep

KISSES

always sneaks in a kiss on your cheek whenever he can.. though dazzle doesnt kiss you as much, that awkwardness and feeling like hes lacking passes quick. communication, people! communication!

loves peppering you with passing affections, and smothering you in longer term moments

likes being kissed on the cheek. if you wear lipstick he wears it like a badge of honor

QUESTION

lots and lots of questions. never really anything specific. he just wants to get to know you as much as he can and find out what you like and hate- and what you'd do in x situation if y but also z- and and-

all in good fun of course, hardly ever asks anything out of insecurity. hes pretty well assured that youre not hiding anything from him and that you adore him as much as he adores you

DAZZLE:

CUDDLING

words of affirmation are his main love language... but he usually wont turn you down if you want to lay down and cuddle. being little spoon with how theyre built- with the two heads- can be weird... but you both try to make it work on his half of the body

contrary to the above point... he likes running his hand through... whatever you have- fur, feathers, fuzz, ect. and if you dont have anything his hand rubs gentle circles into your arm.. back.. side. anywhere it rests

cuddling is odd to him but he.. thinks he likes it

KISSES

he likes kissing you on the back of your hands... something about it feels... nice. extra romantic. like in the books he sometimes reads in the book club

funnily enough he doesnt much care for kisses. so its best to save them for occasions, not that he thinks youre bad at kissing or anything- its just not his thing...

QUESTION

doesnt like asking questions. he doesnt want to come off as pushy or annoying or insecure or- razzle tends to be the one asking if theres something going on, or worse- razzle tries to push him to open up

hes not the most assured. he tends to get stuck in his head so of course some of his questions are a little tougher. its best to treat him with kindness and patience

[libbys-braincell-loss]

I love you silly non plot related smg4 videos they could never make me hate you

[cosmocove]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[tripleskxawng]

as someone who was briefly a woman of color in stem (im now a man of color in a pink collar job #thriving) i often wonderrrr if the avatar was empowering to alma in the workplace. when i was a stem fem my superiors didn't take me seriously when i met with them in person, and their treatment of me noticeably shifted when i started meeting with them through zoom during covid and was no longer physically a foot below them and when my asian features were somewhat obscured by a shitty webcam. also i have an anecdote from a friend whose racist family member was IN LOVE with netytiri until he realized she was portrayed by a black woman. when he realized she was zoe saldana under the blue cgi he reacted like he'd been catfished.

in a meta sense i think white guys see black woman characters very differently through the lens of a na'vi or avatar body and i wonder if that might extend in-universe.

obviously spending all her time in the avatar was an unhealthy way of coping with identity issues but i wonder if those identity issues had anything to do with how she was treated in the RDA as a black woman. plus we don't know how tall alma is because this is a video game but i think she's extremely 5 foot coded and regardless physically towering over men who metaphorically look down on you i think would probably be an ego boost.

i'd like to believe Human racism and sexism aren't as big of a problem by 2154 but if they werent ingrained into the fabric of the culture i think they wouldnt be doing any of that shit to pandora in the first place like i have no evidence but i imagine an antiracist culture probably would not genocide and colonize a species of indigenous-coded blue alien people. also the way mercer talks about the humanities reeks of scott yenorism

[yanderespamton78]

the current state of the arg

sorry guys the art isnt arting D:

(btw if youre confused on why i drew turnip like that i was referencing the picrew he did ages ago bc idk it looked fun to draw anddd i dont like taking reference off real life images)

[cinnabeat]

literally what was the point of hiding brains face in the beginning

[narwhalandchill]

ANYWAY now that ive gotten my firefly rant off my chest and on a more positive note about the story overall; i Really liked it!!!! and character-wise specifically the biggest surprise for me in a huge W way was actually acheron??

& given i was actually somewhat committed to pulling her anyway (well. initially as kafka replacement to pull my first lightning carry after losing 50-50 but. Well. she had mercy on me at the v last moment thank goodness 😭😭) so actually ending up liking her character this much just cemented that resolve for good too. cant wait for her!!! like i am still meh on her base design not bc its that bad by itself but simply bc seeles existence just cheapens it so much like. Why are they so similar. but its not bad lmao

anyway to her actual characterization. first of all. the VAs delivery omg yall beidous english voice is already one of my all time favorites in genshin and shes doing an amazing job as acheron like. she started talking and im just INSTANTLY warmed up to her just from that KDJSKDKJK i love love love her attitude and energy!!!!!

n personality wise too??? like ive seen others mention a similar sentiment but its just the way how. even after getting the warnings from now Two separate characters that shes up to no good. im just like. "nah id win" abt it SHSKDKSI like throughout the story she comes off as so damn likeable and grounded and realistically friendly (as in not like. too open n aligned w the player from the get-go to feel believable for the character as opposed to a plot contrivance) that i just. even if shes bad news im team acheron truly.

she has genuinely funny one liners too ??? like not necessarily jokes outright but the kinda comments she says are just . very realistic in that dry witty way that comes off as natural and entertaining shes so charming!!! i love her. the more contemplative stuff she says too

but also like. girl whats up w the ominous red text ily but are we cool 😭😭 and the whole shredding us into thin slices on first encounter in the dreamscape like. Ok uhhhhhhhh ik i said nah id win and team acheron forever but this is kinda. worrisome

BUT that just means im so fucking excited to see her go apeshit too lmao like. oh shes an emanator here to do murder and spread death? COOL i hope she has fun!!

(and ik i said firefly rant over but. what the actual hell is that post firefly merk dialogue option where the games like very heavy handedly implying ur supposed to be blaming ACHERON for "letting it happen" in some emotional frenzy???? bro what 💀💀 0/5 moment i would never. n even if she plausibly did im just. dude her being cold towards firefly is just a plus for me when the narrative has just railroaded the TB into being sooo charmed by her magical presence lmao i Liked that acheron was suspicious n cold)

overall Definitely wasnt expecting acheron to establish herself as such an instant favorite for sure but. shes here now and im v happy abt it im super looking forward to seeing those more dubious goals of her come to the forefront in the future like. im so curious about whats up w her and her memory and that red text and everything

[the0ther-side0f-dawn]

should i just become a Phan trash blog??

[xoxojisu]

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

can you tell im a sucker for the just friends/unofficial bf trope...