#tokyo-ballroom

[kenpachisbrat]

Ok! So I have been sitting on this for a while because I've had absolutely no motivation to write. Please enjoy me writing about annoying kokonoi

Kokonoi x reader/bonten.

Summary: you decided today was just a day to annoy Koko by pronouncing shit wrong. Ran, rindou and sanzu also join in.

Network @tokyo-ballroom

- being kokonois secretary/ you tend to go almost everywhere with him.

- From meetings to running errands.

-we all know kokonoi is boujee

- kokonoi: bring me a bottle of water, but one that doesn't have any of those minerals added to taste

Y/N: they only had spring water

Kokonoi: NO! Get out

Y/N: I got it... EXTRA MINERALS.... Mmmmm cave water

Kokonoi: NOOOOOO. No cave water!

- He's yelling so loud it causes Ran, Rindou and Sanzu to peak in his office and see what's going on.

- they see you "torturing" Koko with the water.

- the three then decide on annoying him too. Starting to pronounce things wrong through out the day.

- Ran *walking up to Koko*: I see you're wearing them gooses today

Kokonoi :...what.... You mean Gucci?

Sanzu: I believe it's pronounced gukki

Kokonoi *rubbing his face*: get... get out now

Rindou *barely holding it together*: gussies

Later in the day after running some more errands

Y/N: Koko they didn't have the bolognagas that you wanted.

Kokonoi: the...what?..

Ran: Y'know Bolognese. The shoe that looks like a sock

Y/N: soooo we decided to get you some Crocs instead

Ran *slams them down on table* look we even got them in red!

Sanzu: they had cute little things to clip on them

Kokonoi: First of all Balenciaga... BA..LEN..CIAGAS.... Second if you don't get those off my desk I will shoot you all.

[chaztalk]

My updated manga/LN collection. Pretty good company me thinks

[bellabestia]

[awkwardchick87]

My piece for the Heaven and Hell collab, put on by @benkeibear

a/n - LOVE this idea! Mitsuya is the loml. Hope you guys like this one!

w/c - 513

c/w - fingering. Just straight porn. No plot.

The door to the apartment slammed shut, your back meeting the cold surface as Mitsuya pushed you against it. One hand had your wrists pinned above your head while the other pulled your thigh to hook over his hip. “Oh fuck” you whispered. You were breathless, feeling his hard cock grind against your core. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking lightly on your pulsepoint. “Please, Taka, more” 

You heard him chuckle, “Patience baby. You know you always get what you want.” his free hand slid up your thigh, fingers ghosting across your panties. The wet patch causing him to growl in your ear. “Already so wet for me, hm? You’re practically dripping.”

You mewled, trying to free your wrists from his tight grip. Hands opening and closing, trying to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Your head was dizzy and your body felt hot as Mitsuya pulled your panties to the side, sliding his knuckles across your slit. Teasing you, he slowly slid his middle finger into your pussy. He began to pump his finger into your dripping hole with your hips matching his slow pace. His lips crashed into yours, tongues fighting for dominance. 

He finally released your wrists, grabbing you by the back of the neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands flew to his shirt, wringing the material and pulling his chest harder into you. Adding a second finger into your cunt, he felt it flutter around his digits. He curled his fingers towards the spongy spot on the inside of your walls, drinking in your moans. 

You could feel a tingling, starting low in your belly and expanding into your chest. Your thighs trembled and flexed as Mitsuya’s fingers picked up the pace, pounding into you at an unforgiving pace. The heel of his palm grinding into your clit. Any other time, you would have been embarrassed by the amount of your slick dripping off his hand and wrist, onto the floor. But your head was empty, only thoughts of how deep his fingers were reaching and how hard he was thrusting them into you. 

Feeling your orgasm wash over you. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as it thumped against the door. White flashing behind your eyes as your mouth opened in a silent scream. Your entire body was shaking and trembling, Mitsuya never stopping from twisting and thrusting into your cunt as it clamped down hard on his fingers.  Once you calmed down, and your body stopped shaking, Mitsuya pulled his fingers from between your legs, pulling them up to show you the silver strings glistening like a web as he scissored his fingers open and closed. Your cheeks tinted pink as embarrassment flooded you. “Fuck baby, look at the mess you made.” Mitsuya popped the fingers into his mouth, moaning as he sucked and licked them clean, “Not enough, I need more. I can’t wait to taste you” He pulled you away from the door and towards the bedroom, “I’m not even close to being done yet baby”

[thecategoryis]

The category is

Sex Siren....

Baby the battle down is real!

[cnnmairoll]

Night of Victory Pairing: Kozume Kenma x Reader Genre: Fluff, 1.8k words a/n: originally, this is an idea of my persona with Kenma, but I wanted to share it ! so hope you enjoy this :) PLS NOTE THEYRE DATING IN HERE!! IM SORRY IF ITS NOT OBVIOUS ENOUGH 💔

The Corporate Champions Gala was in full swing, the air buzzing with excitement and anticipation. The grand ballroom was adorned with sparkling chandeliers, opulent floral arrangements, and an array of finely dressed attendees. The evening was a dazzling display of Japan's business elite, each eager to see who would take home the coveted awards.

You stood near the entrance, soaking in the grandeur. Your company, known for its innovative solutions and rapid growth, had been a formidable contender against Bouncing Ball Corp. Tonight, the spotlight was shared between you and Kozume Kenma, Tokyo's youngest and one of the most enigmatic CEOs.

As you made your way through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and polite nods, you spotted him. Kenma stood by a tall window, his gaze fixed on the Tokyo skyline. He looked striking, his hair now a blend of his natural dark color and remnants of blonde, falling slightly over his eyes. His reserved demeanor only added to his mystique.

You approached him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Well, if it isn't Kozume Kenma, the gaming prodigy turned corporate mastermind," you teased lightly, your tone laced with friendly rivalry.

Kenma turned to you, a small smile forming on his lips. "And if it isn't the youngest female CEO in Japan, here to steal the show," he replied, his voice soft yet carrying a hint of amusement.

You chuckled, stepping closer. "I see you've been keeping tabs on me. Afraid I'll beat you tonight?"

Kenma's eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and admiration. "Maybe. But don't get too cocky. The night is still young."

You raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. "Oh, come on. Admit it, Kozume. You know I'm going to win that best CEO award. You might as well start planning how you'll fulfill your end of our bet."

Kenma's smile widened, a rare sight for most but something you had grown fond of. "Don't be so sure, [Y/N]. I might surprise you."

You crossed your arms, enjoying the playful banter. "Surprise me? The only surprise would be if you actually enjoyed the spotlight for once."

Kenma opened his mouth to retort, but the sound of the emcee tapping the microphone interrupted him. The room gradually hushed, and all eyes turned towards the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the emcee's voice boomed through the speakers, "we will soon begin the announcements for tonight's nominations. Please take your seats."

Kenma glanced at you, his playful smirk shifting to a more serious expression. "Looks like it's showtime," he said quietly, his eyes flickering with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

You nodded, feeling a similar swirl of emotions. "Yeah, time to see who takes home the prize."

You both made your way to the reserved seating area, your steps synchronized as you navigated through the crowd. As you sat down, you couldn't help but notice the palpable tension in the room, a testament to the importance of the awards being handed out tonight.

Kenma settled into the seat next to you, his presence a comforting contrast to the competitive atmosphere. "Good luck, [Y/N]," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd.

"Good luck to you too, Kenma," you replied, offering him a genuine smile. Despite the rivalry, there was a mutual respect and admiration that had grown between you, making this moment even more significant.

The lights dimmed slightly, and the emcee began listing the categories and nominees. Your heart raced as the moment drew closer, the anticipation almost tangible. Kenma sat beside you, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the nervous energy around you.

The emcee's voice echoed through the ballroom, "And now, for the category of Best CEO. The nominees are: Kozume Kenma of Bouncing Ball Corp, [Y/N] [L/N] of [Your Company Name], and…"

As the emcee continued to list the nominees, you glanced at Kenma. His eyes were fixed on the stage, but you noticed his fingers tapping lightly on his knee, a subtle sign of his own anticipation.

You leaned in slightly, whispering, "May the best CEO win."

Kenma turned to you, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. "May the best CEO win," he echoed softly.

"And the winner for the Best CEO of the year is…" the emcee paused for dramatic effect, his eyes scanning the room. The silence was almost deafening, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

"[Y/N] [L/N] of [Your Company Name]!"

The room erupted in applause, and you felt a surge of adrenaline and disbelief. You turned to Kenma, who was already looking at you with a mix of pride and something else that made your heart skip a beat.

"Congratulations," he said sincerely, his eyes reflecting genuine admiration.

You managed a smile, your mind still processing the announcement. "Thank you, Kenma."

As you stood up and made your way to the stage, the applause grew louder. The spotlight was on you now, and you felt a wave of emotions—pride, joy, and a touch of nervousness. You accepted the award, the weight of it a tangible reminder of your hard work and dedication.

After a brief speech thanking your team, your mentors, and the industry for the recognition, you made your way back to your seat. The applause gradually died down, and the emcee continued with the rest of the ceremony.

Kenma was waiting for you, his expression softening as you approached. "Looks like you won the bet," he said, his tone light and teasing.

The rest of the gala passed in a blur of congratulations and farewells. Before you knew it, you and Kenma were driving through the quiet streets of Tokyo, the city lights casting a warm glow on the car's interior. You couldn't help but keep glancing at the plaque resting on your lap, a proud smile playing on your lips.

Kenma noticed and smirked. "Enjoying your victory a bit too much, aren't you?" he teased, his eyes flicking towards you briefly before returning to the road.

You laughed, unable to hide your glee. "Can you blame me? It feels good to win. And to beat you, no less."

He shook his head, his smile widening. "You're really gloating over that plaque, huh? Don't get too comfortable."

You gave him a curious look. "What do you mean by that?"

Kenma didn't answer right away. Instead, he made an unexpected turn and soon pulled up to a small park, its pathways lit by soft, ambient lights. You looked around, confused. "Why are we stopping here?"

He turned off the engine and looked at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I have a trick up my sleeve," he said cryptically. "Come on, let's take a walk."

Intrigued, you followed him out of the car. The night air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the warmth inside the gala. Kenma led you down a winding path, the sounds of the city fading into the background as you walked further into the park.

After a few minutes, you arrived at a small pond. The water was calm, reflecting the soft moonlight beautifully. The scene was serene, almost magical, and you couldn't help but pause to take it all in.

Kenma stood beside you, his gaze also fixed on the pond. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said softly, his voice blending with the quiet sounds of the night.

You nodded, a content smile on your face. "It really is. I didn't know you knew about this place."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "I like to keep a few secrets."

You turned to look at him, curiosity evident in your eyes. "So, what's this all about? Why did you bring me here?"

Kenma's expression turned serious, but there was a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, you might have won the best CEO award tonight, but I still have my own ways of being the winner."

You stared at him, confused. "The awards have already ended, Kenma. What are you talking about?"

He smiled mysteriously. "Just trust me on this. Close your eyes."

Though perplexed, you obliged, closing your eyes and waiting, the anticipation building. You could hear Kenma moving slightly, the faint rustle of his clothes and the soft crunch of the grass beneath his feet.

"Okay, you can open them now," he said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you opened your eyes, you noticed that Kenma had dropped down onto one knee, looking up at you with a mixture of nervousness and determination in his eyes.

In his hand was a small velvet box, opened to reveal a simple yet beautiful ring. He took a deep breath and looked up at you, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke.

"I may have lost the award tonight, but I still feel like the winner. Because I have something far more valuable right here in front of me."

You felt a rush of emotions, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn't help but chuckle through the tears, shaking your head slightly. "You're such a jerk, you know that?"

Kenma chuckled softly, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw your teary smile. "Yeah, I know I am. But you love this jerk regardless, don't you?"

You laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes, and nodded. "Yes, I do. I love you, Kenma." His face lit up with joy, a smile spreading across his lips as he reached out to take your hand. "You've been my partner, my rival, and my inspiration. And now, I want you to be my everything. [Y/N], will you marry me?" Your heart soared with happiness as you answered, your voice steady despite the tears in your eyes. "Yes, Kenma. A thousand times yes."

Kenma's expression softened further, and he gently slipped the ring onto your finger, his touch tender and loving. He stood up, pulling you into a warm embrace. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, a comforting rhythm that echoed your own emotions.

"Looks like you were right," you whispered, your voice filled with love. "You really are the winner tonight."

Kenma chuckled softly, his breath warm against your ear as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind it. "I love you, you nerd."

You smiled through your tears, teasing back softly, "I love you too, jerk."

He laughed, the sound a symphony of joy and amusement. "You always know how to cut me down to size, don't you? Even when I steal your award and propose to you, I'm still a jerk."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling completely at peace in his arms. "But you're my jerk now," you whispered playfully.

Kenma tugged you closer, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And you're stuck with this jerk now, love. No take-backs."

[guitarstringed-scars]

how to lose a guy in 10 days- t. oikawa

masterlist

warnings/notes: mentions of throwing up, slight mention of drinking, angst

day eight

you spent most of the day searching for a suitable dress to wear. you’ve heard of the sports gala, a dinner put on with all of the athletes and alumni to fundraise for the sports programs in the university. tetsuro attended last year, with the reasoning of covering an important event in sports, when really he just wanted a free fancy meal. he’d be attending this year as well, again just hoping for a free meal.

the two of you stand now fighting over the countertop space in the small cramped bathroom. you are perfecting your outfit, and kuroo is struggling to make his hair look presentable.

“is this good?” he asks, turning to you with a panicked look on his face. you grimace slightly.

“i mean, it just looks how it does every day?” you aren’t sure if this is a good answer.

it clearly isn’t, because kuroo lets out a loud groan before collapsing dramatically over the counter.

“i can’t go!” he exclaims, bumping into your side.

“you literally begged akaashi to let you cover it.” you roll your eyes at him, before exiting the bathroom. kuroo follows you into the living room. his tie is a bit crooked, and koushi fixes it in passing. yui is sprawled out on the couch.

“i’m so jealous of you two! i wanna dress up and go to a gala!” she complains.

“you could go in my place. i feel like i’m gonna throw up.” you say, putting your shoes on.

“oh whatever, you’re gonna have fun.” koushi chimes in, getting himself a snack in the kitchen.

you and tetsuro wave your goodbyes and head to the gala. you meet up with toru in front of the building. he’s leaning on the wall of hotel, dressed in the same suit he wore to dinner with you, hitoka, and kiyoko. he looks just as good in it now as he did then. he greets you with a hug, and a handshake for tetsuro. then, the three of you enter the building.

tetsuro quickly splits off from the two of you, finding akaashi on the far side of the room. you and toru waltz around the ballroom, greeting alumni and other donors. toru then splits off from you to get some drinks, you are approached then by someone you approach a tall man, recognizing him as koutaro bokuto, one of torus team members.

“hi, i’m y/n, i write for the tokyo weekly.” you say, shaking his hand.

“oh! nice to meet you, i’m bokuto!” he greets cheerfully. “have you seen toru oikawa? we kind of have a bet going and i’m looking for him to check up on it.”

a bet. what kind of bet? you think, confused.

“oh? what’s the bet?” you ask, digging for information.

“well, he bet 30 bucks that he could make any girl fall in love with him in less than 10 days, and i bet him 30 bucks he couldn’t, so we picked out a girl, and he apparently brought-” you cut him off, gesturing toward the general direction you watched toru go.

“he’s somewhere over there.” you feel sick to your stomach as you escape the conversation, rushing into the bathroom.

tetsuro finds you outside of the bathroom, and the two of you escape from the hotel, standing out on the street.

“shit, i forgot my bag inside.” he says, clutching his head in his hands. “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna run and get it. wait here.”

he rushes back through the doors, and you sit down on the side of the building. you are wrapped in tetsuros suit jacket, staring off into space, when a pair of dress shoes approach you. its oikawa.

“are you leaving?” he asks. his voice is sharp. sharper than you’ve ever heard it.

“yes.” you look back down into your lap. you feel like a child being scolded.

“so what was i? some guinnea pig? that you could just, mess around with to see if i’d fall for it?”

you stand up now, facing him.

“yeah, and i was just some girl that your friends picked out in a bar.”

“well i guess now you can use it as a twist in your story.” he’s mad. your stomach aches. you let out a weak laugh.

“hey, that’s a great idea, maybe we should bet on it.”

it’s quiet now.

“you did your job y/n. you wanted to lose a guy in 10 days, well you just did it. in a record 8. congratulations, you just lost him.” he turns and walks away from you.

“no i didn’t toru.” he stops and turns around. “cause you can’t lose something you never had.”

toru shakes his head, and fully turns around again, walking away. you sit back down at the hotel, tears starting to form in your eyes. tetsuro comes out of the hotel, his bag in one hand and stolen food in the other.

“lets get home.” he says, helping you up from your seated position.

a/n: short and sweet!! lie of the century this is not sweet lol.

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[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Disney Parks Animatronic Tournament: FINALS

Hatbox Ghost: Haunted Mansion(2015/2023-current) - Disneyland and Magic Kingdom Disney world

Propaganda:

"His head disappearing affect is really well done. His also so dapper!"

Murphy/Fantasmic dragon: Fantasmic - Disneyland version

Propaganda:

"Listen. I know this dragon is famous for exploding. But also the sight of that head emerging from fog and a giant dragon looming over the stage I had walked on earlier that day did formative things to little me."

(go to 20:58 for good view of animatronic ) 

Ballroom dancers: Haunted Mansion - Magic Kingdom Disney World, Disneyland, Tokyo Disneyland, Disneyland Paris/Phantom Manor

Propaganda:

"Iconic. Legendary. Show stopping. The entire ballroom scene if I could, but the dancers are it baby!!!"

[unsociabletrash]

Emeto list

Thought I'd post this now. I've got quite the list building up, and frequently add to it. Enjoy!

Anime:

Tokyo Ghoul

S1, Ep 1 (15:20)

S1, Ep 2 (0:14, 13:29)

S1, Ep 3 (7:57)

S3, Ep 9 (17:57)

S3, Ep 15 (14:10)

Saiki K

S1, Ep 2 (5:18)

S1, Ep 12 (10:10)

S1, Ep 17 (20:10)

S2, Ep 6 (9:04)

S2, Ep 11 (2:47)

My Hero Academia

S1, Ep 3 (11:28)

S2, Ep 25 (37 - 6:53)

S5, Ep 20 (108 - 9:00)

S5, Ep 21 (109 - 17:49)

S5, Ep 23 (111 - 19:49)

Haikyuu

S1, Ep 3 (21:16)

S1, Ep 5 (22:15)

S2, Ep 12 (1:20)

OVA (vs Failing Marks - 21:16)

S2, Ep 17 (16:22)

Black Butler

S1, Ep 5 (7:32)

S2, Ep 5(29 - 18:37)

S3, Ep 5 (41 - 17:39)

S3, Ep 9 (45 - 19:51)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ep 23 (13:40)

Attack on Titan

S1, Ep 5 (11:04)

S3, Ep 39 (10:17)

S3, Ep 49 (15:17)

S3, Ep 56 (4:45)

S4, Ep 62 (10:38)

S4, Ep 83 (20:20)

Bungou Stray Dogs

S1, Ep 11 (15:17)

S4, Ep 37 (12:42)

S5, Ep 52 (4:58, 5:30)

Welcome To the Ballroom

Ep 22 (7:48)

Gintama

Ep 2 (5:53)

Ep 35 (16:48)

Ep 57 (9:09)

Ep 65 (15:35)

Ep 239 (4:54, 6:09, 7:19)

Ep 252 (9:17)

Naruto

S1, Ep 11 (9:15)

S2, Ep 2 (28 - 12:42)

S2, Ep 6 (32 - 2:40)

Re: Zero

Ep 5 (22:55)

Ep 8 (15:38)

Ep 15 (0:33)

Ep 37 (3:42)

Ep 38 (16:54)

Evangelion 3.0+1.0

(24:05, 30:23)

Black Lagoon

S1, Ep 1 (19:28)

S2, Ep1 (18:15)

Run with the Wind

Ep 7 (3:09)

Ep 12 (11:08)

Ep 16 (13:46)

Zombie Land Saga

S2 Ep 1 (11:56)

Deadman Wonderland

Ep 5 (19:28, 21:24)

Mob Psycho 100

S2 Ep 6 (17:48)

S3, Ep 8 (1:30)

Beyond the Boundary

Ep 6 (12:47)

The God of Highschool

Ep 5 (0:57)

Rent-a-Girlfriend

Ep 18 (16:54, 19:33)

The Eden of Grisaia

Ep 3 (4:43, 11:01, 13:34)

Chainsaw Man

Ep 7 (19:27)

Number24

Ep 11 (20:14)

One Piece (whump)

Zoro: Ep 402 (22:35), Ep 403 (22:50)

Luffy: Ep 393 (8:08) Live Action

Ep 2 (38:16)

Ep 4 (26:00, 33:56)

Ep 5 (37:50)

Kdrama & etc:

KinnPorsche

Ep 2 (37:45)

Ep 4 (47:34)

Ep 9 (4:42, 24:53)

Danger Zone: The Dark Night

Ep 1 (13:54, 19:30)

Live action/Sitcom:

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

S6, Ep 1 (18:02)

S6, Ep 4 (15:10)

S6, Ep 7 (18:00)

S7, Ep 2 (10:05)

S9, Ep 7 (14:56)

How I Met Your Mother

S1, Ep 15 (17:33)

S2, Ep 16 (10:07)

S5, Ep 17 (15:34)

S6, Ep 6 (6:49)

S9, Ep 1 (6:08)

S9, Ep 8 (12:57)

S9, Ep 17 (1:00)

Supernatural

S2, Ep 3 (6:30)

S2, Ep 11 (20:22)

S3, Ep 9 (21:30)

S4, Ep 8 (21:18)

S5, Ep 21 (9:37)

S6, Ep 5 (37:50)

S6, Ep 15 (7:38)

S8, Ep 12 (10:05)

S9, Ep 23 (2:52)

S11, Ep 10 (8:33)

S11, Ep 17 (30:52)

S15, Ep 10 (24:20)

The magicians

S3, Ep 3 (38:22)

[evilvillainapologist]

The thing I love about Mo Du is that Priest could have gone the exact way pretty much every other millionaire businessman X middle class worker story goes. Lavish dates where the poor worker is whisked away to Rome or Tokyo for authentic cuisine, ballroom dances, expensive clothes and jewellery or sports cars as gifts, maybe one scene where the businessman tries out a frugal lifestyle and realizes how vapid his life has been so far, but ultimately of course they both choose to live in luxury, because that's the dream, right? 

But then we have Fei Du, who moves into Luo Wenzhou's tiny house, starts driving his car, and within a day or two gets perfectly happy eating homecooked meals and living a simple lifestyle. There is no trying out the poor life and going back to riches; Fei Du is a working class housewife born into the body of a fuerdai. 

They have, like, one date where Fei Du takes Luo Wenzhou out to an expensive restaurant, and that date is not even described, because it is that irrelevant. 

What's important is that Fei Du finds a place that feels like home and a person who takes care of him and Priest is the one author who does not compromise on the message that those two things are more important than all the money in the world. 

[sunaluv]

BEST OUTSIDE HITTER- K.S

Event m.list

sakusa, ever the gentleman, held his arm out for you to take as the two of you made your first appearance at the tokyo awards night. you gracefully wrapped your manicured, jewellery-clad hand around his toned arm that was concealed by the crips suit he wore.

before you could even look up, the flashing lights of the photographers came crashing in. you stood up straight, gently running your hands down across the crystals of your dark mermaid dress. the sequins caught the reflection of the vigorous flashing causing a twinkling like affect on your dress.

your eyes met your husbands eventually after looking him over from the polished black shoes to the signature curl that rest against his forehead. for a moment, the sounds and shouts of the people around you stopped as your proudness and affection shone in your eyes.

you were very proud of kiyoomi.

the two of you walked down the red carpet, giving people time to admire the two of you, get good photos and whatnot until you finally entered the ballroom of the awards ceremony. quickly surveying, you caught the eye of the rest of the MSBY team, as well as players from other teams, some bringing their partners as plus ones, others bringing friends or going solo.

after you two made rounds, you pecked sakusa on the cheek before going to catch up with the friends you spotted earlier.

-

the awards ceremony had officially started. the volleyball teams were seated around their assigned tables meaning you could not sit with kiyoomi, but his frown was short lived as you he basically demanded you cheer the loudest for him if he won, to which you corrected him with when he won.

the black jackals had gotten used to their usually stoic teammate wearing a faint smile when around you, so they learned not to question it when kiyoomi returned with pink-dusted cheeks and a smile not so easily caught as his head was ducked down.

the announcer had finally made it to the athlete's awards after what felt like years of watching last year's volleyball highlights. you swore you saw all the players sit up straight when a man in a fine suit wheeled out numerous gold trophies that caught the spotlight as they travelled.

"...and now for the outside hitter's awards," the pretty lady announced as the slideshow behind her showed various outside hitters' highlights. you couldn't help but smile seeing numerous clips of sakusa on the screen.

"this year has been exploding with new talent. as we know, most of the teams have at least fifty percent of new players coming from the same tournament back in the high school days..."

her introduction to the category was great, but the anticipation was eating you up inside, making you a little antsy. meians fiancee chuckled from her place beside you at the roundtable as she watched your leg bump up and down restlessly.

"...and now to announce the winner of the best outside hitter award of 2023..." your leg stopped. the room was silent as she peeled open the envelope, matte red lips lifting at the name inside.

"...and your winner is... sakusa kiyoomi of the MSBY black jackals!"

the room erupted into applause as his teammates clapped him on the back all at once. though particular about who touches him, he didn't mind this time.

his onyx eyes met your excited ones from across the table and you clapped your hands, whispering a silent well done, I'm proud of you, as your cheeks started to ache from all the smiling.

the cameras followed as he ascended onto the stage, shaking hands with the announcer and the trophy guy before taking the slightly heavy trophy from his hands.

he then made his way to the microphone.

"thank you so much for this," he started still in shock, a smile of disbelief on his face. "I'm not sure i was expecting this, but i know one person was" he spoke teasingly, looking directly at you. "I'm beyond grateful to MSBY and my teammates for setting up an environment for me to show my skills because clearly, it paid off." the shouts of atsumu and bokuto could be heard, which made his smile grow wider. "ill continue to make you proud, thank you for believing in me, everyone."

the room again burst into congratulatory shouts as he made his way down the stage, receiving many more claps on the back from other teams.

on the way back to his seat, he passed your table, cupping your cheek with one hand, and briefly pressing his lips to yours. you ignored the wolf whistles from the people sitting at your table.

"i knew you would get it, mr best outside hitter sakusa kiyoomi."

he chuckled and nodded.

"i know, thank you, my number one fan."

[blueparadis]

→ writing rules & commission sheet.

+ occasionally writing for:–

tokyo revengers

demon slayer + my hero academia

genshin impact + honkai star rail .

jujutsu kaisen + chainsaw man

bleach + aot.

haikyuu + blue lock.

miscellaneous.

+ currently writing for :–

kaiju number eight.

wind breaker.

sakamoto days.

wuthering waves + love & deepspace.

SELF-EVENTS : CLOSED.

KINKTOBER : 2K22. / 2K23. / 2K24.

A TO Z PROFILE.

MILESTONE EVENT.

MUSICAL FICTION.

COLLABS — entries closed.

SIZZLING SEXTEMBER.

BEHIND THE BALLROOM.

[natrogersfics]

PREVIEW - Always Remember Us This Way (Romanogers AU)

Artwork by @faith2nyc Part III of the So It Goes... 'verse

“These are the occupancy numbers for the month?”

Natasha’s lips curl up into a smirk as Loki peruses the latest report on the tablet. “Try the entire Summer.”

Loki’s eyes dart to her. “You don’t say,” he says, a smile spreading across his face when she nods in confirmation. He hands the tablet back, and the pride that fills his expression is difficult to miss as he leans back against the couch cushions. “Seems our little experiment is working.”

“Maybe a little,” she says, causing them both to chuckle.

If working meant blowing projections out of the water, then that’s absolutely what their experiment – that is, throwing rolling, invitation-only events at each revamped Red Guardian property – is currently doing. Their Las Vegas property had benefited from a surge of bookings following the opening of the Red Room, and if there’s anything she’s gleaned from the sudden resurgence of their once ailing asset, it’s that there’s still cache in the hotels that her parents had built. The waning interest of their patrons in recent years had nothing to do with them tiring of their prime locations but with the predictable, cookie-cutter experiences they were offering. After all, luxury hotels on the Strip were a dime a dozen in Sin City. But crown one with an ultra-exclusive rooftop club and suddenly everyone is clamoring for an invitation.

Needless to say, they had taken that concept and ran with it, applying it next to Red Guardian’s hotel in Milan. Following the rebuild of its grand ballroom and the subsequent Masquerade Ball that Loki’s company had arranged with every celebrity and socialite in attendance, what was once considered a hemorrhaging outpost in their portfolio is now a go-to destination in the North of Italy – a fact she’ll happily highlight at her next meeting with the board.

“So, where to next?” Loki asks, spreading his arms across the back of the couch. “Tokyo? Dubai? Oh, what about Ibiza?” He sighs. “A couple of glasses of tinto de Verano under the Iberian sun sounds heavenly right about now.”

“Are we picking our next project or your next vacation?” she says with a scoff.

Loki rolls his eyes. “One day, darling, you will learn to play as hard as you work.”

“Who’s to say I don’t?”

Intrigue colors Loki’s face, but before he can ask one of the hundreds of questions she knows is already forming in his mind, a knock causes them both to look towards the doorway of her living room to see Steve standing there, a folder clutched between his fingers.

“Mr. Rogers,” Loki greets cheerfully. “How nice of you to join us.”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” Steve says, and she doesn’t miss the way his tone sounds more formal than usual. She offers him a little smile when he turns her way, but it does nothing to dislodge his humorless expression. “When you have a minute, I’d like to go over the preliminary background check for your potential client.”

“The one who requested to meet with us tomorrow?” Loki clarifies before she can respond, earning a nod from Steve. “Since when do we run background checks on clients?”

“Since it’s become clear that security’s been a little too lax as of late,” Steve says, to which Loki arches a brow at. “Safety isn’t something we’re going to trivialize.”

“We can go over that report right now,” she says before Loki can say anything more, tapping his foot with her own in an attempt to get the man to shut up. From her periphery, she catches the confused stare Loki sends her way, but she ignores it as she directs Steve’s attention back to her. “We’re just about done here anyway.”

Steve walks further into the living room at that, stopping just in front of her coffee table to hand her the folder. As she opens it up, Loki scoots closer to her, peering over her shoulder as they both study the picture clipped to the corner of the report. The woman in the image couldn’t be much older than she is, her striking features breathtaking. Everything from her flawless, porcelain skin to her gray eyes that are wide and piercing – a stark contrast to the dark curls cascading down her shoulders – made for an intriguing sight.

“Her name is Viper?” she asks as she unclips the photo to read the rest of the information on the page.

“Yes and no,” Steve says, prompting her arch a brow. “Viper is her online persona, but her real name is Ophelia Sarkissian.” He gestures towards the rest of the report. “If you turn a few pages, there are some screenshots from her social media profiles. She made a name for herself by reviewing cosmetics for the eleven million followers she has across all platforms.”

Loki lets out a low whistle. “That’s quite a following.”

“Which is why she may be looking to capitalize on it,” Steve says. “She recently filed an LLC for a company called Viper Cosmetics.”

“Finally putting her doctorate to use,” she notes, reading over Ophelia’s accomplishments that include multiple PhDs on top of being a board-certified chemist. “Filing for an LLC is literally step one in putting up a company, though. Why would she want to meet with us already?”

“Probably to secure a venue for her when she’s ready to launch,” Steve says. “Between Vegas and Milan, the uptick in your occupancy has been all over the news.”

She rolls her lips, considering the thought before looking at Loki. “She’s not our usual clientele.”

“True, but it could be a good way to get our hands into that industry,” Loki offers.

“I suppose,” she says. “What else do we know about her?”

“At the moment, not much more than what’s in that file,” Steve admits, a hint of frustration slipping into his voice. “But like I said, this is just a preliminary check. The team and I haven’t found anything online that’s raised any red flags either, so as long as the meeting is in our territory, we don’t see an issue with tomorrow’s meeting.”

“I trust you,” she says, watching the way the tension in his shoulders ease ever so slightly at her words.

The faintest of smiles cross his lips, and she’s glad when that softens his worry-hardened expression. “I’ve also reached out to my contact at the FBI to see if she can find anything. Just in case.”

“Well,” Loki says, “I, for one, already feel very safe.”

This time, she doesn’t even think twice about joining Steve in sending him a glare, shaking her head when Loki only whips out his phone in response, scrolling through it unbothered. She looks back at Steve. “You’ll let me know if she finds anything?”

“Of course,” he says, checking his watch. “I’m actually going to meet with her this evening. Sam’s right at the door, but I’ll be in first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, okay,” she says, feeling a sudden wave of disappointment at the idea. Even so, she musters a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Goodnight,” he says before turning to leave.

She watches his figure retreat down the hall until it disappears from her view as he turns the corner, and it’s only when the telltale sound of the front door opening and then clicking shut fills the room that Loki turns to her. “Has he always had that stick up his ass or did he put one up there today just for me?”

She leans her head back, sighing. “He’s been this way since we got back.”

“You’ve been back for weeks,” Loki says, smirking as he adds, “I thought he’d be a giant ball of sunshine after your little side trip.” She turns to him to send a glare his way. Needing someone to confide in after the events in Vegas, she’d told him about the true nature of her relationship with Steve. And while in hindsight, she should’ve known her best friend could not help but meddle, she was still a touch surprised when he’d admitted in return that he had some hand in setting things in motion. Nevertheless, she’s glad to have someone to talk to about all of this now – even if she is, at present, regretting the decision as she catches the mischievous glint that sparkles in Loki’s eyes. “Did you two have your first little domestic up in the mountains?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. Those three days…” she trails, reminiscing. “Well, they were perfect.”

She isn’t even being hyperbolic. Short as the trip they had decided to take after the event in Milan was, there really isn’t any other word to describe the days she and Steve spent alone together in her cabin in the Alps. With her phone forgotten in the deepest crevice of her luggage, it’s as though time spanned endlessly, allowing them to explore every nook and cranny of the little remote village they found themselves in. And with no one to recognize her, there hadn’t been a need for them to hide. They spent the days walking in and out of the quaint shops, sipping on mulled wine, and stealing kisses as they huddled for warmth. Then as the night rolled around, they would find themselves retiring by the fire, where they would talk and laugh and eventually find their way into each other’s arms again. Those days were nothing short of blissful, and she couldn’t think of a time where she’d felt so happy. So complete.

“What’s changed then?” Loki asks.

She sighs, recalling the exact moment in the car ride back home from the airport where she felt their euphoric little bubble burst right in the backseat of the SUV. “When we got home, his team told us that someone had sent me letters,” she says. “They were similar to the ones my stalker had sent me in the past.”

“Natasha,” Loki says, every trace of his upbeat mood gone as he sits up straighter, grabbing her hand. “Are you alright? If you’re in danger again-”

“I’m okay, Loki,” she says, finding that she truly does mean her words as she squeezes his hand back in reassurance. She’d been paralyzed with fear the first time she’d received those letters, and even more so when that maniac had found a way to corner her in the elevator bank way back when. But things are different now. She’s capable of fighting back, of protecting herself. And now she has Steve, who along with his team, she trusts whole-heartedly to never let anything like that happen to her again. “The guy’s been apprehended. Steve… well, he and his team made sure of it.”

“I’m relieved,” Loki says. “Though I suspect he isn’t.”

She shakes her head, running a hand tiredly over her face. “He’s been… distant?” she says, trying the word out for size. “He’s here, watching me and our surroundings like a hawk, but at the same time it feels like he’s a million miles away.”

“He cares about you. Deeply.”

“And I feel the same way about him,” she says, her answer coming to her almost instantly before she finds herself admitting the one thought that’s been weighing on her since the jet touched down in Teterboro last week. “I just wish we never came home.”

A beat of silence hangs over them before Loki sighs. “Natasha,” he says, “I understand why the two of you have been keeping things under the radar, but… would it really be the worst thing? The two of you out in the open?”

For a moment, she can only stare at her friend, contemplating his question. “I don’t know,” she says eventually.

Full chapter coming soon...

[crybabylisa]

trafalgar law is the type of partner who would never actually admit that he wants to cuddle with you or that he needs your attention but he will never say no to you if you need or want exactly that. in fact, he really enjoys it. he loves being near to you, holding you close, giving you small but loving kisses. he likes it when you need him and want to spend time with him even if you're just watching him work and he can't believe how lucky he got with you. sometimes you might even catch a light pink tint on his cheeks when you surprise him with physical affection but he will try to hide it from you as best as possible and deny it if you tease him about it. but he's quickly smiling when you make him look at you and gently caress his cheeks. this man is absolutely in love with you and even though he never thought it would come to this day, this man can't live without you and your attention.

happy birthday to my baby trafalgar law <3 he deserves all the love🤧

reblogs are always appreciated <3

network: @tokyo-ballroom

[awkwardchick87]

Slasher Fic - Class 1A

c/w - GORE, Swearing, Blood, graphic descriptions of death. no comfort, nudity, Dark Content, Seriously this is brutal

a/n - I wanted to try something new. This is the aftermath of a Halloween party in the A1 dorms. Please heed the warnings. I really had to push to get this out.

w/c - 1710

Not beta read. Please excuse any errors.

Dividers by the always talented @angels-aesthetic

Detective Tsukauchi walked toward the dorms of UA just as another officer ran out, holding his mouth trying not to puke. The call had come in this morning, mass homicide in the 1A dorm. He had no information other than that, but judging by the way his subordinate came running out, he knew it would be gruesome. 

Spotting Aizawa near the entrance to the dorm, Tsukauchi made his way over, noticing the glassy look in his eyes, “Can you tell me anything about what happened?”

Aizawa was whispering, “I just thought they wanted to celebrate Halloween. I didn't know… I didn’t know”

Tsukauchi put a hand on Azaiwa’s shoulder, “Eraser? Are you ok?” 

He just shook his head before burying it into his hands, still whispering to himself. 

Pulling the door open to the dorm, it seemed there was nothing out of the ordinary, aside from the obvious signs of a party, empty cups and beer bottles littered the floor. Plates and bowls from various snacks stacked up on the table. Tsukauchi walked around the common living area and turned towards the kitchen and his eyes widened. Blood was pooling on the ground, already starting to coagulate. The body would have been unrecognizable if it wasn’t for the Pro Heros unique skin color. ‘Mina Ashido’ One of the coroners had written on a small tag, placed on the body. Right beside her body the tag read ‘Kirishima Eijiro’ Both of them looked like they had been hacked with a butcher's knife. Flesh peeled away to reveal muscle and fat. Tsukauchi noted, it looked like the hero Pinky had been trying to protect Eijiro, thinking that it must have been a surprise attack. 

He turned, spotting another body just behind the counter, another pro hero from the same class as the other 2 heroes. He recognized the body right away, not many heroes have more than 2 arms. Pro hero Tentacole, ‘Shoji Mezo’ is all the tag said. 

Tsukauchi made his way back out of the dorm, spotting Aizawa, “What happened? Erasure, I need you to talk to me!” he grabbed his shoulders, forcing the hero to look at him.

Aizawas eyes were distant, “Halloween party. All my former students from that class. I didn’t go all the way in. I - I can’t go in”

An officer made his way over, “We need to get him to the precinct for questioning. Excuse me detective.”

Tsukauchi let go and stepped away from Aizawa and back towards the dorm. He took one last glance back, there was no way Aizawa murdered his former students? His quirk would have been the easiest.. No, there was no way. 

Stepping back into the dorm, the detective turned towards the living space. Blood painted the walls in an almost beautiful display of carnage. Following the hall, there were more bodies, the tags reading “Hagakure” and “Uraraka”. Hagakure’s face was hauntingly visible with blood splashed across it, bringing her features to life. The two were positioned in such a way, it looked like they were trying to escape whatever was hunting them down last night. It seemed they were running from the elevator. 

Tsukauchi decided to take the emergency stairwell to the second floor. As soon as he stepped beyond the door, the sight of the small “pop off” hero shocked him. It seemed his arms had been shielding his face, as they resembled ground meat. The rest of his small body was no better. Whoever, or whatever, had attacked him, seemed to hold no humanity. 

Coming out of the stairwell, the second floor of the dorms was no better than the first. The doors to all the bedrooms were open, he assumed for the party, but now to collect evidence. The first few rooms were empty. A few cups and bottles were the only things that seemed to be out of place in the otherwise clean rooms. The last room, furthest away from the elevator, held more bodies. A flash of bright blonde hair was the only recognizable feature of the pro hero ‘Chargebolt’ crumpled to the floor, face slashed to the bone. 

Beside him was the hero 'Cellophane’ the difference was that it seemed the tape hero had tried to fight back. The tape from his quirk had been shot out towards the windows, but it seemed to be wrapped around someone else. It was hard to determine who it was, the only thing the detective could see was blood seeping from the stab wounds embedded in the tape. Whoever did this, was smart. They seemed to use the hero’s quirk to their advantage, subduing the third person in the room to make it easier for themself. The tag on the wrapped body read “Bakugou Katsuki” and Tsukauchi gasped. He never expected to find a hero of such high caliber to be taken out in such a brutal way. Making notes in the small pad in his hands, he shook his head. Why? Was the only question in his mind. 

Making his way out of the room and towards the stairwell for the third food, Tsukauchi could not help but wonder who did this. Aizawa was his first suspect, as much as he did not want to believe it, there were very few people who could take out a hero like Dynamight. Maybe one or two others who could get close enough, but if his suspicions were right, and really hoped they were not, he did not want to find the bodies of them. 

The stairwell was, thankfully, empty of more bodies. The door to the third floor swung open, and Tsukauchi had to step around to avoid stepping into a pool of blood. Again, more heroes seemed to be hacked. The one thing Tsukauchi noticed, the heroes on the higher floors, seemed to have been fighting back more. There were scorch marks on the walls, which the detective could only assume came from the navel laser of the twinkling hero, slumped against the wall. His arms draped at his sides, face and neck slashed, his blood coating his chest. 

Close to Aoyama, another hero was splayed out on the ground. Her long tongue was stretched out as if defending herself. The color faded to a sickening unnatural pale pink contrasting the dark red of the blood pooling around her face and neck. ‘Asui Tsuyu’ Tsukauchi didn’t even need to read the tag to know who the body was. 

Down the hall, there was a larger body. There was no way to know who it was without looking at the tag, ‘Sato Rikido’ also known as ‘Sugarman’ His body was almost carved right through. His limbs were slashed to the bone, muscle and fat were spilling out between the cuts. Beside him, another large body, throat sliced clear open, but Tsukauchi recognized his beak-like face, ‘Koda Koji’ didn’t look like he had died from his injuries. He seemed to have choked on his own blood.

Detective Tsukauchi had never seen such a large amount of heroes taken out. Strong heroes seemed to have not stood a chance as much as the heroes known for surveillance. Whoever did this, seemed to hold a grudge against heroes. The sight was sickening. 

The stairwell to the 4th floor was painted with blood. It seemed there was more blood on the floors and walls than could be humanly possible. Tsukauchi rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, the sight was horrifying. The creation hero, Momo Yaoyorozu, was on the ground. A sticky puddle of blood surrounded her. Her top seemed to have torn open, revealing her chest, a half completed weapon was jutting out from between her breasts. He grabbed the sheet, laying at her feet, and pulled it up over the head, giving her some dignity in death. 

Inside the main area of the 4th floor, the scene mimicked the rest of the floors. 4 bodies were littered on the floor, various slashes were deemed the cause of death. Upon closer look, the body deemed to be ‘Tenya Iida’ was one of the worst bodies Tsukauchi had come across. It seemed his legs had been torn from their sockets, the skin stretched so far it had begun to split to show the torn muscle underneath. 

The body of Ojiro was covering the body of Tokoyami, as if to protect him from whatever was attacking them. His tail was almost cut off, rendering it useless. Dark Shadow was nowhere to be found. Tsukauchi presumed it to be dead along with the wielder. The mangled body of Jiro was right outside the door to the elevator. She seemed to be trying to escape. Her arms were twisted, bones shattered. 

Stepping around the bodies, the detective made his way to the last stairwell, to the last floor, hoping there would be no other dead heros he’d have to see. 

The door at the top of the stairwell was open already, a dresser seemed to have blocked it before officers opened it, like someone had barricaded themselves inside. Tsukauchi realized there were two more members of class 1A that he hadn’t seen bodies for. Expecting them to be on this floor. Stepping into the room, the detective realized there was no one here. There were bloody footsteps leading towards a window, which must have been where the killer made their escape. At that moment, an officer arrived at the room, “Sir, this was found in this room. We thought we mentioned it to you when you arrived” 

In his hand was a letter, dark red fingerprints lined the edges of the pages. It seemed to be written by the 2 heroes Tsukauchi had been looking for. Detailing how they planned the Halloween party, convincing Aizawa to let them use their former dorm. They had lured all their former classmates to the party with the intention of killing them all. They explained they were fleeing the country, abandoning the idea of heroes. Tsukauchi could do nothing but stand and stare out of the window the two had used for an escape. Their cell phones were smashed on the ground. 

Somewhere, in an unknown country, Shouto and Izuku were smiling, knowing the Japanese police could not chase them wherever they decided to go. 

Taglist - @dragons-and-skulls @trxshpandax

[tecchoussuperlady]

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Chuuya Nakahara X Osamu Dazai

Ballroom dancers AU

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Welcome to my new little series!

This is request by @gold0venice

I LOVE these themes so i obviously had to sign up! I also wanted to thank tjem for this amazing idea, cuz they gave me A LOT ideas and their way of imagining this story was so beautiful.

I tried my best to portrait this as best as possible, so i hope everyone will enjoy♡

(!I'm not a shipper, so I obviously don't ship them. Just a random reminder ig)

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After the Academy of dance and music in Tokyo started having financial problems their most talented duo of teenage ballroom dancers decided to win a near competition to bring their academy back to the light of fame and financial stability.

A/n: everything reminds me of economy exams atp (help)

Even after years when their journeys divided the ginger and brunette meet again in the dancing hall. One fighting for his victory and the other one for his love.

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｡↷𓀤♬☾⋆⁺links to chapters₊✩°｡

┊Most of them will be added later, cause of current amount of school work.

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Also big thank you for the love for my last post (Eat my love), I was honestly surprised, cuz I didn't think it's the best.

(I'm quiting the yapping now, dw.)

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