#his little ta-dah!! is so cute and i love it so much

[greycaelum]

Indulgence Collections 🪷: Touch

Satoru has been sporting his hair longer than usual. He's been so busy he never got the time to drop off his barber shop and get his trim.

"What'cha doing pretty?" Satoru hums from the bathroom sink while he shaved his day-old stubbles, keeping his face flawless. He's wearing a cotton short while unbothered going topless displaying his well-defined muscles.

"Nothing much wanna try something after you're done." You held a small bag and plopped down the couch of your bedroom to wait for your beau.

You heard the running water and him rummaging through the cabinets. He finally emerged from the bathroom with a black shirt on that hangs loosely on his body but didn't hide his damn enticing collarbone.

"What did you wanna do?" Satoru climbs onto the bed but you stop him and you open the bag.

"I got you~ this! ta-dah!" You excitedly presented him with a razor you found while strolling around the shopping district.

Satoru took a few human seconds to understand the meaning behind your words.

"Oh?" A wide grin appears on his lips and takes the razor from your hands. "Are you gonna be my personal barber now?"

You shrug and go to the bathroom to spread out some newspaper on the floor and a chair from your dresser for him to sit on.

"You've been complaining about your hair lately, but you don't go to your barber anyway. So you'll have to make do with me."

Satoru leaned on the doorframe and chuckled as you prepared your make-do salon in the bathroom. True, his nape has been itchy with the amount of thick hair brushing his skin when he removes his blindfold. He doesn't know where you got the guts to try this stuff with him moreover he knows you've never done this before. But he didn't stop you when you pulled him to sit on the stool and put a towel around him.

"Woah, woah, don't start with the razor, Baby." Satoru held your wrist and gave you the scissors you got with the razor. "You have to section my hair first. Like this..." He shows you where his undercut starts. "You cut it like, vertically, okay?"

"O-Okay." You nodded and remembered how his barber did it when you went together to get his haircut. "Like this, right? Is it too short?"

Satoru watches your eyes so focused on his hair that it's too cute to look away from the mirror. 

"Cut a little longer... Yeah just like that." Satoru chuckled when you almost cut a thick chunk of his hair and your face went pale. "Awww, you have no reward if I come out bald, Baby."

"Shut up, I'm trying my best here." You huffed and finally finished trimming down his hair. "It looks good?" You look in the mirror and can't help but laugh at how he looks like the teenager he was in 2006 it's just that his jaws are now more pronounced and a screaming masculinity exudes from his large build.

"Mnnn, go get the razor Baby, you do it like this..." Satoru shows you how to shade his side cut and gives you the razor. You look so obedient as he teaches you how to do it that he can't help but pinch your nose making you yelp.

"I should just follow the hairline, right?"

"Kind of, you start here then curve it here." Satoru directs your hands while you mimic his hand gestures before nodding. "Scared?"

You shook your head and held the razor. Slowly you shaved the excess hair from his hairline, the artic locks were soft against your hand as they fell down leaving a clean line on his nape. It feels ticklish as you shave the back of his neck making that undercut you love so much more defined now. There's just something about Satoru's undercut that makes it so irresistible to your touch. A few more runs of the razor and you're finished. Brushing off the hair from his neck you stared at his clean undercut intently.

Satoru looked at the mirror and whistled.

"At this rate, I'm never going to my barber again." Satoru ran his finger through his hair, feeling it a lot lighter as he ruffled it to a mess.

Without warning he swept you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder, trudging our of the bathroom to the bedroom.

"Satoru!"

He throws you on the bed and climbs over you, peppering you with ticklish kisses all over your face while you try to shield yourself from the onslaught. Instinctively your hands wrap around his neck making contact with his fresh undercut, tickling your palm. Satoru groaned in pleasure when you ran your fingers up to his neck and down to his spine.

"That feels so good, Baby." He purred, drowning you in his weight with his face pressed between your chest. "Do it again, pleaseee~" He mumbled and wrapped an arm around your waist. "My head feels so light."

He didn't have to tell you twice as you ran your hand over and over until his breathing gradually slowed down.

"Y'know... 'm glad you cut my hair." Satoru opened one eye and looked up at you.

"Why?" You hummed and kissed the tip of his nose making Satoru purr.

 "I feel safe when it's you holding my head."

Your eyes softened and nodded. You understand how vulnerable he is regarding his neck up to his head.

"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours and sleep. We got the whole day for ourselves."

Satoru smiles and nuzzles his face even deeper into the valley of your chest and sighs in relief as your fingers thread through his hair, lulling him to a peaceful slumber. The sweet gentle way you tug on the roots of his hair and the scrape of your fingernails against his scalp is the kind of friction his body longs to feel all the time.

"Never let me go, Baby, please..." He murmured between his dreams and your touch.

[@lexiene] happiest birthday dearrrr sunshine~🪷 I hope you like this small gift I prepared~✨🫶🏻

General Taglist: @ice-icebaby  @aeanya @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld @loml-riri @pelicanpizza @emichou-chan

—Grey,

#[grey writes: indulgence collections🪷] #[grey writes: happiest birthday to my sunshineeee] #[grey writes: coping with 236] #gojo satoru #jkk gojo fluff #jjk gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagines #greycaelum #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru fanfic #jjk fluff

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Late Night Talking| Timothee Chalamet x Fem! Reader

summary: Timothee decides to have a cozy night in for Valentine’s Day with his lovely girlfriend warnings: fluff, English is not my main language so ignore any errors. a/n: day two of the Cupid fourteen love stories series!! I hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I do. Love to hear your feedback and thank you for all the love!

previous imagine.

Cupid Fourteen Love Stories Masterlist

Y/n looked at herself in the mirror fixing herself as best as she could. Her body adorned with the cozy pajamas Timothee had gotten her for Christmas specifically for Valentine’s Day. Y/n slowly traced her fingers across the cute little dinosaur shapes that were covered all over with hearts. She smiled softly when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/n quickly opened it to face her lovely boyfriend that was wearing the exact same thing as her.

“Hi! Come in, come in” She responded by taking him by the arm and pulling him into her living room.

“You look beautiful. I’m so glad we bought the dinosaur one’s instead of the conversational hearts one” Timothee said while hugging her frame and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Whatever you say, I’m just glad you didn’t get the fur one” She responded trying to hold in her laughs.

“First of all, it wasn’t a fur one. It’s a bear pants and you didn’t understand the complicity it takes to look good in those pants”

“You know what since you love those pants so much I might have gotten you a pair for v-day" Y/n said throwing herself onto the couch full of cozy blankets.

" Did you ask Cupid for those pants?" he asked with a cocky little smile while throwing his body on top of hers. Y/n quickly laughs while pushing him softly making him move to the side not squishing her completely.

“Maybe, it’s my little secret" She grinned while leaning towards the table and handing him a hot chocolate. Timothee smiled and took in the surroundings in front of them.

The living room that was always bare and dark was now covered in all sorts of Valentine’s Day decor. Every part of the living room that was originally empty was covered with Valentine’s Day banners, flower petals and the beautiful arrangement Timothee had gotten her earlier in the day. The coffee table was covered with different snacks and a stack of the best corny romance movies known to mankind.

"You outdid yourself this year, hun. I love what you did to the place, it looks like Cupid threw up in your living room." He said while taking a sip of his hot cocoa, making him close his eyes to savor the taste.

“I'Il take that as a compliment, just so you know." She said, rolling her eyes jokingly while taking the tv controller looking for a movie. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in concentration and muttered the movie titles trying to pick one. Timothee atched her in admiration trying to guess how lucky he was to have her.

“I really mean it" He responded while laying his hand on her thigh while drinking another sip with the other one.

"Well, since it was my turn to decorate I decided that the vibe that would match these dinosaur pants was Cupid puking in the living room. So ta dah” She said laughing. Timothee chuckled, leaning over her and taking the controller out of her hand, quickly turning off the tv, throwing it to the other side of the room.

Before she could react he leaned into her softly kissing her lips. When he pulled away he noticed his girlfriend's red face.

"What was that for?" Y/n asked, blushing, hiding herself behind the conversational hearts mug she was holding.

"I was thinking we should see movies later, let's just enjoy the moment. " He grinned, taking her mug and placing it on the coffee table.

"Well, I like that too," She said, imitating his expression.

"I love you so much, you have no idea" He said softly while leaning towards his face near her ear. He took in her vanilla perfume and kissed softly behind her ear making her shiver.

"I love you too" She turned around to look at him, settling down the mug she was holding.S he held onto his cheek stroking it with her thumb.

"You know what.” Timothee got up quickly taking your hands in his pulling you up from the couch.

He got his phone out of his back pocket typing something. Soft song started playing from his phone.

“M'lady" He said, faking British actions. Timothee extends his hand and bowes quite dramatically making Y/n cover her mouth to laugh.

"Kind sir” She responded with the same accent taking his hands.

Timothee ulled her towards him, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. He stared at her eyes taking in the beauty that came with them. He smiled softly making Y/n follow his actions. He spun her softly watching her beautiful hair flow. Timothee leaned in resting his forehead on hers.

"It's times like these that make me love our late night talks" he said finally breaking the distance between the two locking their lips together.

[MASTERLIST]

request are open, xoxo

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[catb-fics]

It’s my birthday and I’m feeling a bit indulgent! What would Van be like on his gf / wife’s birthday 😍

Happy Birthday lovely! Sorry if I’ve missed it as I think you sent this last night but I hope you’ve had/are having the best day 🥳

Sorry I got a bit carried away with this ha ha I really don’t think he’d be anywhere near this perfect irl but I just wanted to write something cute for you xxx

🎁 You think Van hasn’t remembered your birthday, despite you dropping multiple hints he’d not really responded and you swore he wasn’t actually listening to you when you talked about that pretty birthstone necklace that you’d had your eye on for ages…

🎁 So when your birthday finally rolls around you aren’t expecting much… he’s not the most organised of people and you’re sure you’ll get something eventually… it’ll just probably be late.

🎁 Van’s up at the crack of dawn on the day as per usual but you don’t rush to get out of bed, even though his clattering around in the kitchen is much louder and more dramatic than normal.

🎁 You’re feeling grumpy that he’s not woken you up with a card and gift, you’ve not even had a birthday kiss or a cuddle… so when you hear his footsteps on the stairs you bury your face in the pillow, feigning sleep.

🎁 “Y/N?” You hear him whisper, close to your ear as he gently brushes your hair back from your face. “You awake love?”

🎁 You pretend you’re fast asleep to see what he’ll do, expecting him to give up and leave you sleeping, but he’s insistent this morning, showering your face with little kisses until you can’t fake it any more and you crack open an eye to see him beaming down on you.

🎁 “Ta-dah!” He announces loudly and proudly, producing a plate from behind his back with a huge birthday cake on it, decked out with candles and “LOVE YOU” scrawled across the top in scruffily applied pink icing.

🎁 It’s quite possibly the most shit looking cake you’ve ever seen, it looks like he’s quite literally thrown it together with his eyes closed, but you’re not complaining. You’re so overwhelmed that he’s gone to all that trouble for you.

🎁 “Bet ya thought I’d forgotten, didn’t ya?” He smirks at your shocked expression, urging you to blow out the candles as he bursts into song, serenading you with a daft version of ‘happy birthday to you’.

🎁 Van won’t let you leave the bed all morning, he’s on tea duty, bringing up cup after cup of tea and you both sit there scoffing a sickly breakfast of chocolate cake, laughing at the mess you’re making, chocolate smeared lips which you both take great delight in licking off each other.

🎁 Which inevitably leads to birthday sex, Van announcing that he’s going to give you an orgasm for every year of your life… you give up after three despite his enthusiasm to keep going. You’re starting to feel a little faint.

🎁 Then it’s showering together where he washes your hair as you discuss your plans for the day. There’s things you want to do but Van is insistent that he’s already got plans in place, he’s just very tight-lipped about what they are.

🎁 When you finally make it downstairs he surprises you again with a bunch of flowers, all your favourite spring blooms (which look suspiciously like they might have been pinched out your neighbours front garden but you don’t say anything… it’s the thought that counts, right?)

🎁 You spend a lazy morning on the sofa cuddling and watching a movie… your choice of course… then Van announces that he’s taking you out for lunch at your favourite restaurant.

🎁 You both don’t manage to eat much after gorging on cake all morning, but you have a lovely time. Van announces to anyone who’ll listen that it’s your special day and your cheeks are glowing pink with all the attention.

🎁 When you arrive back home you’re ready to flop down on the sofa again after your over-indulgences but you realise something’s going on as Van dashes into the house before you, acting all suspicious and telling you to wait outside for five minutes before going in.

🎁 You’ve no idea what to expect but you practically pass out from shock when you enter the living room to find a small group of your close friends and family there, all cheering birthday wishes and raising their glasses.

🎁 Van’s really outdone himself and you feel guilty for ever doubting him. You’re already starting to plan how you can pay him back for his birthday later in the year.

🎁 The party carries on into the evening and you’re having the best time. You can’t help snatching glances across the room to your boyfriend every so often to find him grinning back at you adoringly.

🎁 When the last of the party guests have filtered out the door you’re feeling happy but exhausted, slumping down on the sofa all sleepy and content… but the surprises aren’t over yet.

🎁 “Now for the special surprise,” Van says mysteriously before darting out of the room.

🎁 “What… there’s more?” You cry, feeling a little overwhelmed but not wanting to seem ungrateful. You’ve had a fantastic day but you’re shattered now and you just want to go to bed.

🎁 When he returns he presents you with a little box, all tied up fancy with a pretty bow. “Yeah… got Larry to wrap it for me!” He chuckles at your stunned expression.

🎁 It’s the beautiful birthstone necklace you’ve been hankering after and you’re so touched you feel a lump form in your throat, throwing yourself into your boyfriend’s arms, thanking him for such a perfect day.

🎁 “Just wanted to make it a special day for ya babe, that’s all,” he murmurs, holding you tight. “You mean the world to me, ya really do.”

#vanfic

[gamebunny-advance]

Grab Bag Doodle Dump

Some more bad doodles for y’all to gawk at.

1) “What is there to say?” I hunger for post-revolution Kliff/B2J situations. I started writing a comic script, but it was gettin’ a little sappy XP. At least too sappy for this goofy art style.

2) Superfan!AU. I wanna do something with them, but I’m not sure what. I had a comic idea about how during a fight with Tatiana, her time powers accidentally summoned the other Kliffs and they have to round them all up and send them back to their own timelines. Basically it just got into how they’re all terrible fans in their own way, but I thought the funniest joke was that DJSS really likes his Kliff, so he’s the hardest one to get back because he’s being protected. Anyway, that whole thing is scrapped for being too much work and generally just stupid XP.

3-7) Scrapped Comic: “Language”. I might come back and finish this up. I think it’s funny, but I can’t quite get Tatiana punching White to look right. The last panel is supposed to be an extra and doesn’t actually follow the fourth panel.

Neon J: Ta-dah! The improved 1010 MKIII!

White: Hey there pretty mama!

Tatiana: Firstly, do not call me, “Mama,” “Auntie,” “Babygirl,” “Chica,” or any variation therof. Do you understand?

White: ...

White: Yes, Daddy.

Neon J: 1010!!!

Neon J: What is your malfunction soldier?!

White: But, I don’t know what I did wrong...

8) Original strawberry!White concept. It was just gonna be a pink!White, but that made me think “strawberry milkshake” and that made me think “malt shop” and thus that series is now a thing. Originally it was just gonna be White and Green together, to give me a little catharsis after writing them with such a terrible relationship in Desynchronized, but I decided to expand it into the full set. I dunno, I might still do something cute with them after the key visuals are done.

9-10) Pac and R.O.B. I wanna start drawing my OG bois again. I hardly draw them at all nowadays, but I still love them very much. I’ve decided to stop drawing Pac with his weirdly thin limbs. I did that to replicate his original design, but I’m coming to terms with the fact that it just doesn’t work as well when he’s a human. It’s also been so long since I’ve drawn human!R.O.B. that I forgot the fine details of his suit. Actually, did he even wear a full bodysuit? He wore shorts, didn’t he? Regardless, I think this looks cool.

#gbunny draws #no straight roads #kliff #mayday #zuke #1010 #white 1010 #tatiana #neon j #pac man #pacman #r.o.b. #super smash bros #nintendo

[nightscafe]

Dungeons & Dragons

Eddie Munson x reader

Rating: 18+

Trigger Warnings: fluff, smut, slight daddy kink, light role play, fingering.

Your time with Hawkins High’s ‘freak’ had always brought moments of joy to the both of you. Thus, prepared for the next step, Eddie promised a much more memorable date with his tone and words, which you caught up on.

It wasn’t long until the moon rose and you were standing outside the school’s locked doors.

“Psst!” You heard a noise coming from the bushes near the stairs. Curiously, there was no one around once you checked it out. Before turning back, two hands surprised you by holding onto your waist. “Got ya,” Eddie whispered in your ear.

“Come on, babe, someone could have seen us,” you said with a light chuckle. Shifting to admire his gaze, your lips interlocked with his. “As much as I’d like to stay here like this, we better get to our anniversary gift.”

Entering the building through a loose window in the backside, Eddie led you to the Hellfire Club’s room, where his game of D&D was set on the table. “Ta-dah!” His arms extended sideways, demonstrating his life’s passion.

“Wait, wait. I thought you meant something else…”

“Oh, princess, you’ll see that I wasn’t lying…” he said, sending you a playful wink. “We’ll be playing right here on the floor.”

That was enough for you to understand as you sat on the mattress he had laid out. “Don’t wanna give the janitor much trouble, Munson?” The air grew tense with him taken away by your devious smirk.

“You’re the only one who’s getting in trouble when you’re screaming my name late at night, Y/N.”

That was when the game began.

“So our princess has come to a dead end, facing the powerful, yet charming dragon…” he began to narrate. “What action will our precious heroine take?”

“I use my love spell to out-charm the charming dragon.” The 20-sided die fell to the floor, giving you an 18.

“Way to go, Y/N!” He seemed more exited for some reason with the grin he showed.

With a high hit rate, you rolled a 4-sided die, which consequently granted a 3 for damage. “The spell worked! But what’s this? The dragon seems to have taken his human form, moving slowly toward his magical lover…” Eddie, who was on one end of the stained mattress, cleared out any dice and cards in front of him, crawling in your direction.

You were feeling butterflies flutter inside of you.

Your eyes followed the man make his way on top of you. He hovered over you, carefully laying you down. He held your wrists above your head and pressed his mouth against your ear. “The dragon-man asked the heroine: Are you mine to feast upon, little girl?” Eddie’s voice was lower, enticing you to become his prey. “You cannot out-charm the charmer…”

“I’m yours to take.”

Eddie reached for your breasts and roughly groped them, gaining a gasp from you. Pleased by your position, he buried his head into your temple, biting your neck softly only to suck on the place he marked. You mewled as your eyes felt like rolling to the back. He stopped to look at you and laugh. “You’re so cute when you squirm…” He cupped your chin and traced his fingers down to the end of your top. “I’ll be playing you like my guitar, sweetheart.”

It was as if the sun had come crashing down. The heat and impatience that came with wondering what this game master would do to you took over. Already breathless, you waited as Eddie lifted your top upwards, revealing your soft bra that was hidden underneath. He licked his lips at the view before leaving you half naked beneath him. “Are you ready for the final level, Mr. Munson?” You wrapped your legs around his neck and thick hair, pulling him closer.

“Whoever said I’d give up on you?”

The race to undress you and himself had started. Eddie pulled down your skirt and panty, proceeding to lower his pants and remain in his boxers. Getting rid of his usual jacket, you were left with the sight of him in his Hellfire Club tee that highlighted his arms. His rings were intact, meaning…

Eddie surely was eager about this by stretching your hole wider and sliding one finger inside, making you moan. He quickly covered your mouth with his other hand. “Oh, princess. Daddy will let you be as loud as you want as soon as you’re used to it. Tell me if it hurts,” he reassured, then holding your cheek while you nodded and panted.

“It’s okay.” You rose up to steal a kiss from him before lying flat once again.

“That’s my girl, have to tune you up if I want you to sound nice.” He glided his free hand around your chest, feeling every inch of it. The cold silver rings sent shivers to your core and urged you to mewl again, rocking your hips.

He inserted his second finger as you shook and tried to suppress your own whimper. “I think you’re gonna love this one…” he said. His third finger made its way into your cavity, and for your pleasure, with a hard silver ring attached to it.

“Fuck!” you panted. “I’m ready…”

“Then, I guess it’s time for my solo.”

Eddie Munson was many things. But one thing that was near impossible to outshine him on was his finger strumming on the guitar…

You were gasping for air while the guitarist nearly destroyed you from the inside. He trusted and moved his fingers in ways you’d never discover, ways that made you dizzy from how Eddie had you in his control.

He lowered your bra straps with one hand to leave your tits vulnerable to his hunger and you arched your back with the sudden sucking and nibbling. Not resisting all the passion at once, you gripped his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin underneath the shirt just enough to hear him grunt and moan as loud as you.

Satiated from fingering you, he needed something else.

He took off the rest of his clothes and pinned your wrists to the mattress that had been soaked from all the sweat and drool. His body left you in a dangerous trance, unable to keep your eyes off of him. Although, the same could be said for Eddie.

Hard and almost erupting, he slid his member into your hole with a promising smile. The thrusting commenced immediately, the atmosphere now dense and heavy. “How about I make you my lead singer, Y/N?”

“Yes!” The incessant friction made it even more difficult to speak.

“Yes, what?!” he growled.

“Yes, daddy!”

The warm precum warned you of what would happen next, so you raised your head to hold a kiss with him, which made Eddie press his lips harder and trap you back down. He trailed his kisses down to the side of your neck, each one sloppier and messier than the last one.

“I…need…you,” you said in between thrusts.

“And I want you, sweetheart,” he mumbled on your skin.

He studied your face, his mouth slightly open and wet. You returned the gaze, captured by his breathtaking eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Ed.”

He fastened and toughened his pace while raining kisses over your mouth and sliding his tongue in, tasting you in the heat of the moment. You both forgot the time and place only to mewl, squirm, grunt, moan and—

“Eddie!” you exclaimed from the abrupt burst of pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he did not hesitate and moaned even deeper and louder as he came inside you, decorating your hole with his seed.

Alas, the game had reached its end.

Resting above you, Eddie tried recollecting his breath while you played with his hair. “Think I won’t be forgetting this date of ours for sure,” you affirmed, smiling in complete bliss.

“Glad you liked it, sweetheart.” He reciprocated with a light chuckle. “Hey…” He sat upright. “How about we go to the theater to watch that horror movie you wanted to see?”

“Wait, now?”

“Yeah, already bought the tickets and brought along some of my clothes for you to wear. Hope you like Ozzy Osbourne.”

You laughed. “Eddie, how did—You know what? Never mind. You’re too perfect.” Sitting in front of him, you hung your arms around his neck and leaned in. “Thanks for always being too perfect, no matter what.”

Eddie’s heart accelerated, but this time, out of pure love. He kissed you and you kissed him back with romance dominating your sentiments.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #steve harrington #joseph quinn #st4 #dungeons and dragons #d&d #d and d

[mllky-way-galaxy]

HIHIHHIHIHI !!! see this and just say, MK, AND MAGICAL GIRL, sooo, One shot? MK with a Magical girl s/o :333

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��� 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰✦ Mk x Female reader

✦ 𝓡𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱✦ with Magical Girl S/o

✦ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼-𝓾𝓹✦ Fluff, spelling errors

✦ 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼✦ MY FIRST ANON ON THE LIST

꒰ ✦ ꒱   ──𝓜𝓚 "𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭"

“Whoa!! Can you show me  again?"Mk gleamed at you with stars in his eyes while holding your creation in you, which was a glass ball with an ice flower inside. It was basic, but he loved it; he loved everything about your powers.

“sure!” You smile, holding your hand close to your mouth and blowing out cold, the pieces of snowdrops being to form and rose in your hand. Once done, it looked like a real-life rose, making Mk crazy over it.

You hand it to him while he gently holds it in his hands, scared to break something that means so much to him.

He held it carefully in his warm palms, looking at every angle of it. Then he looked up at you, smiling brightly. He looked back to the flower, but it had already melted without him realizing it since creations like these are used with thin ice to make details like that.

The sad look on his face says, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to melt it.” He gives you a small guilty smile with sort of a sad look before you shake your head and say, “I’ve got something better! close your eyes,” and he does as you ask, leaning in a little and giving him a light kiss.

which, when you pulled back, he had a flustered look on his face, one deep breath, and flowers came out of his mouth: “Ta dah!.” You smile proudly at yourself for doing something so simple, but he just made it better by being cute.

“FLOWERS ARE COMING OUT FROM MY MOUTH.” He freaks out in joy, clapping his hands together happily, and you smile.

“So would you like to see another trick, Mk?"

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#✦ Mllky-way writings ✦ #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x y/n #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk mk #mk x reader #lmk mk x you #lmk mk x reader

[everyfranky]

i love this panel so much

#one piece #franky #cyborg franky #everyfranky #enies lobby #chapter 429 #his little ta-dah!! is so cute and i love it so much #ft.nami

[erensproudsimp]

Celestial

Armin Arlert x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings: sort of public sex?, Cunnilingus, vanilla sex, masturbation, a lil bit of fluff too

Summary: A date with Armin at his family owned theater, Armin makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. *cough*y'all bang too*cough*

word count:3.4k

Also, fanart is by atosaido on insta.

Gazing at the sunset at the horizon spreading its rich hues of red blended with orange, purple and cimsons into the grateful sky when you heard your phone chime. The name on the notification itself was enough to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile. Gently you placed the book that you were reading on the table to grab your phone and unlocked it to see the message. It was from your boyfriend, Armin. Your heart swelled reading the contents. Armin requested you to get ready for a date that he was coming to fetch you in like an hour, however he didn't mention where he'd be taking you. Not giving yourself a chance to try to assume the location, you looked at the time. It was currently six in the afternoon, plenty of time to dress up until seven.

Clothes thrown all over your room, scavenging the closet you were having trouble settling on an aesthetic for your outfit. Since Armin was the type of person to take you to places that could be either cosy or extravagant or both, you made up your mind to a dark academia getup. A brown checkered mini skirt complimented with a beige sweater seemed to be quite perfect for the date. Your hair straightener was heating up while you were doing a light make up. Ten minutes later you were ready. It was almost seven as you went outside to wait for Armin's car to pull up to your apartment.

A fresh chilly wind brushed against your face pickling your nostrils but it brought you out of your daydreams to your senses as you felt alive and connected to reality. You rubbed your nose for warmth with your sleeve when right at that moment a white BMW. You swore your heart leaped in your chest upon seeing him. Like a happy puppy running to its owner, that's how Armin saw you when you were running in your boots to him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you jumped for a hug. Armin being quite well-built was able to handle your weight as he lifted you up to spin you around.

"Ahaha y/n I'm so glad to see you," Armin's voice muffled against your hair.

"Me too Armin, me too," you replied pulling back to make eye contact with him.

You had no idea how Armin liked you saying his name, especially when you were screaming it.

"Let's get in the car shall we? It's getting a little chilly," Armin said opening your door to let you in. You gave him a light smile for his chivalry. Closing it after you sat, he went to take his place in the driver's seat.

"So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" you asked him.

"Hmmm, nope," Armin answered bopping your nose with his index finger, "I'm keeping as a surprise till we reach it, besides I think you'd probably guess it with the route we're taking."

"Well then, let's see if I guess it right. Let's go!" you excitedly shouted.

Analysing the passing buildings and blocks, a light bulb went off in your head.

"Wait, are we going to your family owned theater?" crossing your fingers you questioned.

"Heh, you've got a good memory," Armin smiled over to you one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh rubbing small circles.

Shrieking in happiness, you couldn't help it as that theater was nothing but a comfort place for you. Pressing the button to pull down the transparent glass, you let the cold wind hit your face making your hair fly, a smile stretching your mouth aware that this was going to be a good night well spent. Across the seat, Armin admired you for a while before pulling into the parking. How he wished he could keep looking at you forever. You were like drugs to him, no matter how much he consumed of your presence or just you in general, he's never satisfied.

Before you could get out, Armin came to your door to open it, extending his hand. Taking it, he pulled you closer to him, faces millimeters away. Smiling against his mouth but you didn't kiss him. Instead, you placed your finger between your lips, "Quite a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Only for you my love," Armin replied dragging you to the theater's entrance.

Hand in hand, you both ran to the magnificent creation that was the building. Nobody was in sight signaling you that you two were the only beings present in that place. The only sounds that could be heard were you and Armin's giggling and the rustling of the trees with the wind. The moon was shining so bright in the sky lit up by thousands of stars. It's brightness was the same as the one Armin brought in your life. He was your sole source of joy alongside the reason why you adored being alive so much.

"You really like the night sky, don't you?" Armin asked as he looked at you staring at the moon.

"A lot. The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I could die happy."

Your heart felt lighter than air at his answer.

"Before we go inside, mind if I blindfold you? I don't want to ruin the surprise," Armin requested holding up a black cloth.

"Sure thing," you replied as he tied it lightly so as not to hurt you.

Rather than taking your hands to guide you inside, Armin choose an easier method which was to carry you in his arms. At first you were bewildered but then when it hit you, it didn't really faze you as he was always doing sweet unexpected actions like this. He treated you as though you were the most precious thing to him, which you in all honesty were.

While he was walking to take you to the destined spot, he couldn't stop himself to gaze at you. You gave so much meaning to his life and to every little thing to him. From the feeling of the first sunlight hitting his skin, he was reminded of your warm smile to the moonlight illuminating the dark sky, he thinks of the way you bring him positivity even in the toughest of situations. He couldn't be in anymore bliss as this was the definition of heaven to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck for support, he was carrying his literal embodiment of happiness.

Gently putting you down, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"I'm more than ready!" mirthfully you exclaimed.

"Okay then", Armin said removing your blindfold, "Ta-dah."

At that moment, you couldn't decide whether you were more likely to smile because of what you were seeing or more likely to cry because of what you were seeing. Your mind chose the later as tears started to run down your cheeks.

"He-Hey, don't cry, why are you crying?" Armin confoundedly wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"Did you do all of this... for me?" sniffing you looked at him.

"For who else did I do this stupid? Of course it's for you y/n", he beamed.

Apart from the usual dark room with a dark vibe like a traditional theater has, for this date, Armin had set up projections on the ceiling. And it wasn't any type of projection, it was the space scattered all across the white roof.

In awe, your eyes widen at the celestial beauty in front of you. Stars twinkling like little fairy lights, even a nebula in vivid details. It doesn't stop at that as there were loads of other spatial phenomenons occurring. Not only did Armin set up a picnic on the stage but beside it was also a mattress big enough to accommodate both of you to 'stargaze'. The fabric set with Ratatouille in a bowl, a bottle of red wine glimmering under the light and various pastries sat in soliditary splendor in the middle of the wide open space which was the stage.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you Armin", you said sitting on the cloth spread on the wooden floor.

"No, I feel like the luckiest man to have the most perfect woman," he corrected you as he was pouring some wine into your glass.

Red tinted your cheeks.

"Cheers ?"

"Cheers," you raised your glass to clink with his.

This night couldn't be any more flawless.

A nice dinner in your favorite place with your favorite person, what else could you ask more?

As soft as clouds, the mattress sunk in with both of your weights. The wine coursing through your veins served as intoxication transporting you into this realm of abstractional interstellar.

Still mesmerised by the exquisite visual that resembled as though some heavenly artist had crushed crystals into his paint and then colored the cosmos with the finest of brushes, it didn't even compare to the beautiful man on whom you were laying on. Your hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, Armin held you so close to him as though you were going to disappear if he looked away. The blues and purples of the projection caressed his face.

Moving strands of your hair away with his finger, Armin asked, "What's the matter y/n?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering how pretty you are."

"I-I thank you," Armin blushed.

Gosh he was so cute.

Lifting yourself up, a frown on Armin's face at your action but then replaced by a astonishing look when he realised that you were straddling him. You had no clue of what you were doing, maybe it's was the wine or maybe it was just your desire for him, nonetheless, you craved his touch.

Your soft skin reflecting the light of the led made his fingers curl with the urge to stroke it. To his surprise, you grabbed his hands and placed it on your thighs revealed with your skirt lifted up. A light squeeze was given to them as Armin began stroking with his thumb waiting for your next move. The light illuminating from your behind aligned your figure making you appear as an angel in Armin's sight. Running your index finger from his cheekbones to his lips, you neared your bodies to press your boobs on his chest as you kissed him. His left hand dragged up your flesh to grab your ass while the right one entangled itself in your hair pulling your faces closer. Lips overlapping each other as you fought for dominance with him. Though Armin seems like a very sweet guy but looks may deceive, well, not completely. In bed he's like a cocktail, a combination of gentleness like flavored syrup or juice and of roughness like the alcohol in the drink.

Pushing your hips to his pelvis area, a groan leaving his lips cued you to further tease him. Up and down you grinded on him. Breaking the kiss to pull back, Armin went lower to your neck to pepper small kisses all over your sensitive skin, all the way to your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth to back on your neck to suck on your sweet spot. A light pain accompanied with pleasure made a tiny 'ah' leave your lips as he was marking your body. This only turned Armin more than he already was the moment he saw you.

Bringing his face back up , you collided your lips to his, more passionate than before. Sloppily you unbuttoned his shirt.

Abruptly he grabbed your back to switch positions with you. His chest now exposed was in front of your eyes. Removing the fabric off his body, his muscles shined in the light. This man was built like an art piece, his chest sculptured like the Greek soldiers.

"Allow me to be the one to please you," Armin's breath tickled your ear.

Feather like touches brushed your throat down to between your breasts to your stomach through your clothes. He took all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you were with him and for him. You've probably never experienced such tenderness before meeting Armin. While making out with you, he his hands underneath your sweater to cup your boobs unaware of the dampness pooling between your legs.

With a swift motion, Armin took off your sweater and threw it across the stage. Black laced bra covering your breasts made you look more lustful. Armin's breath hitched in his throat.

"I don't think I'd ever get enough on beautiful you are y/n, everytime I undress you, it always feel as though it's the first time", he breathed.

You tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

"Then show me how much you want me," you swiped your thumb over his lips.

Armin smirked. If looks could kill, you'd probably be dead by that.

"As you wish my lady."

Armin's big hands stroke your curves, brushing his lips from your collarbones slowly down your bellybutton but he didn't kiss your skin until he pulled down your skirt for your damp fabric to come in view to him. His soft lips didn't hesitate to press against your core.

"Ah- Armin-"

"You look so hot making that face, baby," Armin replied mouth still on you, you felt the vibrations of his voice through your underwear giving you goosebumps.

Armin dragged his tongue from the buttom to your clitoris, sucking on it making your underwear even wetter.

"Does this feel good?"

"Hmmm yes~," you reached out to grab his hair.

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to remove your last piece of garment. Your entrance dripping with anticipation, Armin gulped hard.

Like a wild animal out of cage, Armin attacked your pussy with his mouth. You leaped at his rough action and gripped on his hair for dear life as it seemed like this man wasn't going to leave you until he's had every part of you. Out of nowhere, Armin stuck his tongue into you making you arch your back. Thrusting it in and out of you, he gripped your hips in place so that you wouldn't squirm away.

"Gosh you have no idea how good you taste y/n," Armin panted sending chills down your spine.

Your tiny little pants and moans only fueled him to gain speed as he flicked your pearl in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh-ah-Armin- Don't stop I'm close ~"

Taking your words into command, Armin didn't cease until you gasped and released everything in his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of you as though it was his last time drinking any sort of liquid. While he was licking his lips to consumed everything he removed his pants as you were catching your breath. His dick sprung free from his cage, tip leaking with precum.

"May I?"lining his dick in front of your cunt he asked for consent.

"Just fuck me already Armin."

Slowly, Armin stoked it on your wet folds to lubricate it for it to enter more smoothly. Wet sounds of both of your excrements mixing filled the theater.

"Fuck you're so tight,"Armin groaned in his first thrust into you,"Are you okay baby? Do you want time to adjust? "

Still panting over his big size you nodded your head, your arm covering your eyes.

"It's okay love, take your time," Armin gently moved your hand away from your face to stroke your cheeks.

"Okay, you can move now," a minute later you told him.

Intertwining your fingers, Armin held your hand while the other held for support on the bed, Armin began to move.

With the projector in the background, this moment seemed so magical.

"You feel so good y/n arg-"

You hummed still doused in this dreamy state. The world around you blurred as the only thing visible in your peripheral vision was paradise. You could feel him moving so slowly between your walls, each of his popping veins so clearly. With time passing, your need for him grew bigger.

"Please go faster Armin."

"Anything for you," he replied as he picked up speed, this time more rougher on you.

Skin slapping, you arched your back, this time Armin slipping his hand on your back to make your bodies touch each other. Chests rising and falling rapidly, you brushed Armin's hair from his face to see his expressions better.Face twisted with pleasure, this man was so attractive.

It wasn't long until you felt the knot building up in your stomach.

"Y/n I'm-I'm close"

"Me too Armin, please cum with me"

Eyes boring into yours, Armin didn't hesitate to go even more rough with you.

Bending down Armin kissed you as he released his hot fluids into you.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you my lady," Armin moved your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"No Armin, I know you could never hurt me, that's why I love you."

"I love you too y/n," Armin kissed your nose.

Helping you to get up, he took some tissues from the straw bag in which he carried all the food in. While you were tying your hair into a ponytail, Armin wiped his cum from your body.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess on your beautiful skin y/n."

"Armin, why are you even appologising for this, please don't ," you giggled then grabbed his hands and kissed them.

Inhaling a deep breath, Armin got up to fetch your clothes and helped you wear them.

"Let me drop you home okay?" he carried you in bridal style to the car due to your legs shaking and being unstable. Throughout the whole voyage back, you just wished this night could last forever but alas reality is a bitch. His hands warming your thighs till his car reached your house and he took you to your bathroom to help you get into the bathtub.

Not wanting to hold him any longer, you reassured him that you were now okay and that he could take care of the theater to clean it for business the next day. The thought of people coming to a place where you and Armin banged without them being aware of it brought all the blood to rise up in your cheeks.

Parking the car, Armin entered the building with the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Taking care of all the stuff on the stage and cleaning it, he went to remove the projectors. Out of the blue it clicked in his head. Security cameras. Heaving a sigh of relief that he recalled this crucial detail, he rushed into the surveillance room to discard of the recordings for the night. However, before he did that, he did in fact consider to watch it. Debating in his head like attorneys in a courtroom he finally yielded to looking at them. He didn't even play the video that he was already blushing redder than his blood. Pressing the play button, he sat down on the wheelchair.

Holy shit did he not regret watching it. Even in bad lighting, you looked so hot on camera. It felt illegal for Armin to be doing whatever he was doing then.

"Ah-ah Armin-" you moaned his name and that awakened something in him or more like that hardened something in him.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

From his pants, he could see the lining of his growing erection but he tried to ignore it. Eventually it began to feel a little painful from the restriction of release. Giving in into his urges, he unzipped his pants to let his dick breath from its suffocation.

He hissed as he spread the oozing precum across the tip looking himself eating you out. With his face buried between your legs, at that moment he couldn't clearly see your facial expressions compared to now.

The way your breath got stuck in your throat, your mouth made an 'o' when you tried to control your moans. The next time he was going to make love to you, he's keeping in mind to prevent you from holding back the sounds you make as he wants to hear each and every one of them.

Stroking his shaft up and down just like he's thrusting in and out of you, his motions rhythmic, he threw his head back on the chair hearing your sweet voice resonating the room.

Sinful.

To his shock, he came at the exact timing he came within you in the recording. Letting his actions absorb, still drown into the cloudiness of his mind, Armin couldn't wait for the day he could at last marry you.

Without further ado, he deleted the clips after he sent them to his phone as a token.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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[alicemitch09writes]

(un)loving miya atsumu

twelve.

you’re my sunflower.

You didn’t like zoos.

It’s not like you didn’t like animals, there were a whole lot of fascinating creatures that lurked and filled the earth. Coming in different shapes and sizes - some rule the land, some soar the skies, and some are masters of the ocean, they can even be as large as a mountain or as small as your fingernail. Truly, they are humble dwellers on the face of the earth. It’s just that humanity, since their evolution, has learned to dominate the land thanks to their superior intelligence.

Thus, animalia that once ruled the earth were now cut down while humanity increased.

Once they roamed free, now, they are caged and put on display for all of mankind to see. Isolated from the freedom forever.

Hence, why you didn’t like zoos.

Watching animals on display, not being able to run wild and free just didn’t sit right with you.

“Wah!!!! Look, look, look at it, (Y/N)!” Atsumu held on to the railing, leaning down to look at the nearing creature – it looked like a giraffe, but fluffier, lankier, almost floppy.

Sadly, it was mandatory – being a school event and all. It was your first school trip, since moving to Hyogo. It should be exciting if it weren’t for helpless animals put on display.

“It looks like a giraffe and a sheep had a baby,” Osamu said, nearly voicing out your thoughts.

Laughing into your muffler, you eyed the approaching creature warily. “It’s an alpaca.”

“Oh!!!!” Atsumu was shaking with excitement, hand reaching out to touch it.

Very speedily – almost a quick reflex, you pulled Atsumu back at the creature spat, its slimy spit landing just inches from Atsumu’s feet.

“HEY! WHAT THE HECK!”

“Careful, they spit.” You warn, letting him go cautiously. Osamu laughs behind you.

“Ha, not even they like you,”

“’SAMU, SHUT UP!”

A caretaker, who was guiding the gentle creature, looked at the boy in shock, appalled by his language and tone. You had to bow in apology for Atsumu, prompting him to quiet as the three of you continued to roam the outside area of the zoo.

Passing the kangaroo farm, just across it was the penguin walk, where you could hear your schoolmates cooing at the sight of waddling flightless birds.

A collective gasp once the birds appeared, followed by cooing of the girls, some of the boys were clapping their hands to get their attention. Sure, they were cute. But not even that could ease your unease.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Osamu turns to you, seemingly having enough of flightless birds.

“Yeah,” Atsumu rounds you, honey-brown eyes watching. “you barely said a thing since we came here!”

Feeling bad about your lack of response, you could only bow your head in shame. Muttering an apology under your breath, nose digging into your muffler. Cold winds blew in, winter must be approaching.

“Are you hungry?” Osamu asks.

“Do you want to take a dump?” Atsumu asks next.

Shaking your head, head still hung low. They both glance at each other, then to you.

Fiddling with your gloved hands, you wondered if the twins would leave you then and there. Eyes staring down on the concrete ground, focusing on the material that came to view.

You shouldn't have come.

At first, there was a hand – two hands, holding your own. Then a tug.

Suddenly, you weren’t seeing animals on display, allowing yourself to be whisked away.

Veering northeast from where you were.

“Where are we-“

And then, there was a burst of color in different shapes and sizes.

Flowers.

Reading the sign, blinking, the twins brought you to the ‘Flower Garden’.

“Girls like flowers, right?” says Atsumu with a smile, Osamu smiling next to him.

Feeling a smile coming on, a gentle tugging at your heart, slowly you nodded.

“…zoos are just weird,” you say finally, walking down the path, the twins on each of your sides, matching your pace. It shouldn’t be hard, since you were inches taller than them.

“Weird how?” Osamu asks, nose wrinkling as he sniffs around.

Shrugging, you thought of your next words carefully. “Maybe I just don’t like the idea of animals in cages?”

“Well, that’s what zoos are for!” Atsumu says, almost helpfully.

“And that’s where the problem lies.” You point out, drinking in the many flowers, far as the eyes can see.

Walking along the pebbled path, several schoolmates were in the area, gushing and watching at the flowers in interest. There were even some adults, two teachers leaning towards each other, whispering and giggling. Atsumu wrinkled his nose at the sight, Osamu just walked on quietly.

Having rounded the Flower Garden, the three of you leave, your eyes looking around until your eyes fell on the bricked flowerbed by the exit. An array of flowers were on full display, but your eyes on a particular flower. Little pieces of the sun, sprouting brightly against the rest of the equally bright, blossoming, and elegantly arranged flowers. The little sun was peeking up, proud and tall.

Osamu was busy watching some butterfly while Atsumu turned to you, curiously following after your gaze.

Out of nowhere, a bark sounded off. From the corner of her eye - where you vaguely read a sign that said 'Dog Stage' a blur of white and a bright pink tongue came rushing your way.

Quickly, you hid behind the boys, holding on to Atsumu's shirt. Osamu turned to you in shock, then at the dog, a smile spreading across his face. "Hey, a dog!"

Laughing, the caretaker approached you three. "He's just excited to meet you lot!" Kneeling, he gently ruffles the dog's head. "Why don't you come say 'hi'?"

White in color with splotches of brown littering his face and body, the dog had an oddly-shaped head, almost shaped like an inverted egg, its triangular brown eyes were bright.

Furiously shaking your head, a yelp left your mouth when the dog broke away from Osamu, walking up to you. Despite its obvious friendliness, the dog was half your size. Seeing your fear, Atsumu puffs his chest, holding his guard against the sweet boy.

"Sorry mister," Looking down at the gentle creature, Atsumu then pats the dog. "doggy, but (Y/N)-chan here isn't up for it."

His reply was a bark, causing you to yelp again.

"Okay then, guess we'll have to go now." Pushing himself to stand, the caretaker whistles for the dog. "Come on, Bowser."

From behind Atsumu shoulder, still holding on to his shirt, you watched the dog happily wagging its tail as it walked behind its caretaker, leaving adoring glances from everyone on the path.

The two brothers exchanged glances.

"Well, looks like you don't want to meet our granny's dog, huh?"

When it was time to leave, everyone settled in the bus. With a total of four classes, two classes had to share a bus, meaning, to your luck, you and the twins sat together.

"Atsumu," you berate at the boy, rushing towards your seat. "where have you been?"

Osamu, who was sitting by the window, was forced out by Atsumu, who sat on top of him, wiggling until he moved in disgust. 

"You'll see!" he grins ear to ear, excitedly clutching on to his backpack. Noting his dirtied nails, Osamu frowns and mutters something under his breath.

"Okay, everyone here?" Your teacher asked, his response was a chorus of 'yes'. Nodding, he turns to the driver, and the bus slowly careened off the road.

Once the bus was miles away, instantly, Atsumu perked up and turned to you. “(Y/N)-chan, I have something for you!”

Ducking down low, very carefully, he zipped open his bag, produced a paper bag, which was covered in dirt for some reason.

Bright yellow, as though the sun's rays solidified itself, came to view. The very sun shrank to the size of a child's hand, sprouting out from the same child's bag as though in greeting. Mouth parting, you stared at the flower before you.

“Ta-dah! I got you a sunflower!”

“’Tsumu," Osamu frowns, hating that he was in the middle. "that’s stealing, ya know.”

Swiping the underside of his nose, you saw dirt under his fingernails. “They’ll never know!” he says rather proudly. "And hey, (Y/N), did you know?" he scuttles closer, voice low. "When it rains, and the sun's gone, sunflowers face each other to harness each other's energy?" He puffs his chest out, all smug. "Pretty cool, huh?"

You took a moment to appreciate the tiny sun in his bag, that he got. For you. Registering Atsumu's words, it was kind of endearing, and he looked really proud of the information he shared. 

However, "That's a misconception." You tell him, he guffaws, Osamu cackles between the both of you.

Fingering the smooth yellow petal, seeing the dirt cumulate in his bag, which will probably earn an earful from his mom, the fact that he did this for you was enough. Smiling, you tell him, “Thank you so much, Atsumu.”

(Atsumu swore, your smile rivaled the sunflower he got for you.)

Hiroshima was surprisingly calm.

Proclaimed early on as the 'City of Peace' postwar, the city was only fours hour away by bus, the prefecture was known majorly for being one of the first to suffer the nuclear attack from the first world war that devastated the island. And yet, it feels peaceful, calm.

Like all the years ago, those past sins, have all but wavered into the wind, forgiving the many generations to come.

A strange sense of calm washed over you, gazing at the structure before you, feeling for the victims - direct and indirect victims of the bombing. Even the very ground you stood on, was once covered in casualties unimaginable today, a traumatic experience impossible to dismiss. Truly, after the war comes peace. But that peace comes with sacrifice, bloodshed, and tears.

"(L/N)-san?" a voice calls, cutting you of your stupor. Turning, you met Kusakabe's kind face. "Are you okay? I've been calling your name for a while now."

Feeling your hand holding on to the itinerary plan, your other hand on the railing, hearing students murmur all around you brought you back - you were having a class excursion. In Hiroshima. For three days.

"Um," putting the booklet down, you gave a weak nod. "yes. Yes, I am. Sorry. I was just" you peek back at the monument. "awe, for lack of a better word."

He smiles, pushing his glasses back. "I understand what you mean. Coming to these monuments just makes you appreciate the history behind it."

You nod again, looking at the map - it would be a long walk, considering the park's grand area and the monuments you'll visit along the way.

"Anyway, I just came to inform you that we can roam around the park for an hour. Then we'll meet up by the parking area for lunch."

"I see. Thank you so much, Kusakabe."

He nods, smiling.

"Kusakabe!" from behind him, a group calls, waving.

Turning to you, Kusakabe asks. "And ow about you, (L/N)? Do you have a group?" the wind blows, you wrinkle your nose at the cold. "If you want, you can join us."

Before you could even reply, someone walks up to you - well, four someones that is.

"...That's why I told you, if we strike that bell hard enough, it could probably echo throughout the park!"

"Idiot, you want to ruin the sanctity of the bell? It's called 'Peace Park' for a reason!"

"Woah," Suna deadpans, eyes on his phone. "'sanctity', that's a big word, even for you, Osamu."

"Now, now, let's just enjoy the trip, yeah?" Ginjima, ever the peacemaker, tries to settle things, smiling apologetically when he meets your eyes.

Heaving a sigh, wearing a smile on, you gestured to the boys with an open hand. "As you can see, I have a group of my own."

Nodding at the trouble children, Kusakabe breathes a laugh. "I can see that. Well, I'll see you around, (L/N)."

Osamu asks, watching said boy meet up with his group. "Wasn't that the student council prez?"

"That is him."

The rest of the boys watch Kusakabe approach his group in joint interest, especially from the way they move - all good posture and all, neatly pressed uniform, not a hair out of place, all of them were pretty as a picture.

"Elites, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at Suna's words. "Just because Kusakabe and I belong in a college preparatory class does not mean we're elites."

"Well, your class does give off some sort of vibe," Ginjima explains helpfully.

That was a strange way of putting it, you thought. After all, you've been classmates with them all of three years, with the occasional new classmate last year. Other than that, it was just like any other class, filled with different personalities on different faces, except everyone in your class was outstanding students with equally outstanding grades. 

Cold wind gushed, (h/c) strands of hair flying in your face.

"It's gotten cold, huh?"

"We're just a week off nationals and we're greeted by cold," Suna mutters.

"At least it's not hot anymore," Osamu grumbles, remembering the unforgiving summer that passed.

Busily working on your hair, your muffler ended up loosening to the sides in the process. Letting out a sigh, you undid your muffle, ready to fix it when large hands took the ends of your muffler.

"Not to mention the culture festival next month!" Atsumu gushes excitedly, making quick work on your muffler. Next month, being November. Time sure flies when you least expect it.

"Oi, 'Tsumu, step away from (Y/N)," says Osamu, walking towards you both. "you might end up choking her."

"Will not!" he yells, yet his hands carefully folding around your neck, tying in front. "I know how to fix a scarf, idiot!"

Wincing slightly at the volume of his voice, you suddenly found yourself unable to look away, frozen in your spot, watching Atsumu busy himself on fixing your muffler.

"On your own, maybe."

"U-Uh, guys...?" Ginjima fumbled, Suna just watching in veiled interest.

Doing some finishing touches, ever so gently looping and pulling the ends, Atsumu nods, clearly pleased, before he steps back to admire his finished work. "There, see!"

Osamu steps in, eyes on Atsumu's work, face neutral, eyes laughing. "Sloppy."

"HAH!?"

Glancing down at Atsumu's work, it was a bit sloppy, but it seemed to hold up just right. 

"You should be ashamed, now (Y/N) will lose face."

"From a fucking scarf!?"

"You've ruined her, idiot."

"You're ruined!"

Exhaling, you just walk ahead letting them argue amongst themselves. Ginjima and Suna were quick to follow after you.

"Um, should we-"

"You've been with them for three years now, Ginjima. They'll be fine. They'll just follow after." Suna nods at your words, randomly taking photos of the area.

For the next few minutes, relative calm washed over your group walking along the path, watching ancient buildings. What's left of it, a skeletal piece with absent windows, floors, or life, covered in scars from years past. Each of the boys carefully regarding each monument in awed whispers.

Although, time to time, someone would comment about how creepy it was to be up close to it, then would be called disrespectful by someone. You'd only have to turn and then they'd be silenced. Every now and then, you'd write down about the monuments on a small notepad, so you could use it later for your essay after the trip.

Furiously writing, a vibration went off in your coat pocket. Putting your notepad away, you flipped your phone open to read the text.

"Who're you texting, (Y/N)?" Osamu asked beside you.

"Aran-san."

“Eh? What about Aran-kun?” Atsumu asked, suddenly appearing by your shoulder. Suna and Ginjima looked up, at the mention of the senior.

“Well, he tried out for Tachibana Red Falcons a few weeks ago." You tell them, seeing no harm in it. Hitting send, you waited until the confirmation popped up before pocketing your phone away. "He’s going to get a call of his results sometime this week.”

Nearly all of them raised their eyes in shock, amazed by the news. It was the same reaction you had when he told you.

"Hear that, 'Samu?" Atsumu laughs at his twin, pride and unbridled happiness. "Aran-kun!"

"I heard, idiot." Not even Osamu can hide his joy and pride, like that of his twins', over the news.

"It's nice that you've still kept contact with Ojiro-san and the others." Ginjima noted with a smile.

Suna, appearing beside you, gently guided you towards the next destination as your group converged with some tourists, some girls giggling at Suna. "It's so you to keep in contacts with the seniors,"

"Because I respect them?" Burying your nose into your muffler, at the chilly wind that blew past.

"Because you fit right in with them."

Reaching the Peace Bell, just at the heart of the park, you were told that you can ring a bell and make a wish.

"Normally people wish for world peace here," Ginjima says aloud, reading from the booklet.

"Maybe we should wish for Ojiro-san?"

"I believe we can do that."

So you rang the bell, a soft gong echoing out, clapped your hands twice, palms pressing together, then lowered your head. Offering a quick prayer. For Aran-san. For Kita-san. For Akagi-san. For Oomimi-san. For Reiki. For Mika.

Following after you were the Ginjima, then Suna, and then finally, the twins, which you had to stay and watch over, lest they try to really smash the bell so loud it'll echo throughout the park. Thankfully, they behaved under your watch.

Later, while having lunch at a nearby restaurant, your phone vibrated.

“Ah.”

“What is it?”

The four boys turned to you - Osamu sneakily taking a meatball from Atsumu's bowl, Suna was putting mushrooms and carrots into a small plate, Ginjima was blowing into his bowl.

“He got in.”

At first, there was silence. Then, you ever so calmly turned your phone in your hands, showing Aran's text, for further confirmation. And then, the trouble children burst out in joy - all hoots and cheers, happy for their senior, uncaring at the spectacle that they've caused. And Suna caught it all on camera.

(Aran cried when he received the video)

“Something’s different about you,” Atsumu says to you. You blinked twice, surprised.

“…I’m wearing my winter uniform?” You say, almost consciously, gesturing to the blazer you now donned on your uniform, contrasting the summer uniform, which was just a shirt, a sweater, a skirt, and shorter socks. School-issued brown blazer shirt, shirt, maroon tie, black skirt. Your socks were knee-length because of the seasonal change.

Even with the culture festival going about, students were encouraged to wear their uniforms - well, students of Inarizaki High School that is.

With October long past, students were all to wear their winter uniforms to anticipate the cold weather ahead.

In spite of the season dropping a few degrees though, the culture festival at your school rolls easily. The school was filled to the brim with life coming from its students, visitors from different schools, and supporting families.

Yet for some reason, amidst the fanfare going around, Atsumu keyed on you.

Something was shining, hitting Atsumu in the eye.

“Wait a minute,” Atsumu closed in, too close for comfort, tucking bangs and some strands of hair behind your ear. “You got a piercing!”

There was a stud by the inside of your right ear cartilage, just by the inner middle rim.

Suna whistles. “Wow, never thought you had it in you, (L/N).”

“Uwah, it looks cool, but does it hurt?”

“More importantly, when did you get it done?” Osamu asks with a frown.

Atsumu’s thumb was tracing along the shape of your ear, staring at your conch piercing in fascination, standing way too close. Gulping you took a step back, fixing your bangs as you explained. “I, uh, did this on a whim. And yes, it did hurt, because it was on my cartilage, but nothing I can't handle.”

The four look at you, eyes wide.

It kind of ruins the image of the perfect role model people has cooked you up to be. Then again, you were never perfect, to begin with, it was nice to ruin that image and shatter people's expectations.

“Woah.” Ginjima's eyes shined at the stud on your ear.

“Badass,” muttered Suna.

"When did you get so rebellious?" Osamu teased, as though reading your thoughts, pinching your nose with his knuckles.

Atsumu couldn't look away at the new addition in your body. "But when did you-"

"(L/N)-senpai!" a voice cheerily called you from behind, green from the torso up - green wig, green coat, ruffled white undershirt, black pants, with black shoes. Oh, and there was some sort of contraption strapped on their arm.

Atsumu stared in confusion as the person happily greeted you, holding your hands and full of smiles, he just about to burst when Osamu elbowed him.

"It's Yoshimichi," Suna explained, admiring the costume. "y'know, one of the kits."

"Or the managers-in-training," Ginjima added, enjoying the interaction between you and the younger girl.

"Yoshimichi!" you greeted, taking her in. "Wow, you look amazing!"

The younger girl flushed, her usual dark brown eyes were replaced with light blues - contacts, it seems, gripping your hands tighter. "Thank you so much! I worked hard on it! But senpai, your hair looks great!"

"Ah, thank you," you say with a faint blush. "Asano worked on it." More like, she worked on them while you busily sat on your booth, studying the papers from all the attendees who came to the volleyball club's gig. Asano took advantage of your preoccupation to work on your hair. You couldn't hate her for it, since the style proved to be helpful from keeping your hair from your face.

"It's times like these where (L/N) can really be a girl, huh," Ginjama said.

"You're making it sound like she's not." Suna deadpans.

Sputtering, Ginjima tries to defend herself. "Y-You know what I mean!"

Atsumu sort of does, having known you all his life. You weren't the girliest girl around, but you dressed like one, but it was average at best and formal, compared to Mika, who loved wearing frills, brightly colored dresses, and all. Plus, you didn't have many female friends because you had the twins. Most of the time, you were surrounded by boys, so you had to toughen up.

"But who're you supposed to be?" Osamu couldn't help but ask.

"Lyserg from Shaman King!" Yoshimichi says excitedly.

"Your class is doing a cosplay cafe, huh?"

"Right on! Senpai, you should visit!" remembering that you weren't alone, she looked at the four boys behind you. "Ah, you senpais can come, too!"

"I feel like she's extended the invitation to (L/N), though," Suna mutters, Ginjima laughs.

From the end of the hall, someone, with an equally elaborated costume, holding a sign, calls out to her. 

"Ah, that's my cue! I have to go now!" Before she leaves, she turns to you. "Senpai, I'll be waiting!"

Smiling, you wave off as she runs towards her classmate, watching them stroll down the hall.

Once the younger girl left, you turned to the boys. "Yoshimichi's family owns a tattoo and piercing shop. I had it done there." Their reactions were instantaneous - multitudes of shock.

"Yeah, but when?" Atsumu asked. He can't even fathom the idea of Yoshimichi - bright, bubbly, cosplayer Yoshimichi Ryoko to come from a family of punks!

"Um," uncharacteristically on the spot, you rubbed at your elbow. "A day after we came back from Hiroshima."

"Who would've thought that our kit comes from a ragtag fam."

"That's a rather crude way of saying it,"

"Yeah, but the flip side of getting a tattoo is you can't go to onsens,"

Ginjima hisses, eyes suddenly sad and dim. "Ah, that is sad and true."

"On the contrary, there are onsens that allow tattoos, so long as it's not visible or in an innocuous location," you say helpfully, automatically bringing backlight in Ginjima's eyes.

"(Y/N) have mercy on us with your words," Osamu cries. "the lot of us are idiots here!"

You'd expect Atsumu to retort, absolutely refusing to be called an idiot, or likening to one. But he was quiet, right by your side, smiling.

"Heh, I'm thinking of getting a piercing myself!"

Three eyes turn to him, doubtfully.

"What?"

"Everyone knows you're likely to cry getting one."

"HAH!?" And there he was. His aura was emanating warm and gentle, like his usual vibe from before. What's weird was, you were there, yet he was smile was genuine, probably brighter than everyone in school.

"(L/N)-san, are you alright?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Um," Asano's eyes went from your face to the mechanical pencil in your hand. "y-your pencil lead…it’s run out." You stopped writing, or what you thought you've been doing. "For a minute now." Oh.

Pushing your pencil, seeing the lead pop out, you write again.

"Thank you, Asano."

"You're welcome," she smiles, but her lip turns up, eyes filled with worry. "But are you okay?"

"I've just got a lot on my mind."

Asano's face fell, eyes not leaving your face, noting the heavy intake of breath, followed by the sag of your shoulders. Even your eyes seemed lost, sad.

The feared and great 'Inarizaki's Fox Keeper' was known for her uptightness, her stoic and cold aura - intimidating by name, more so in person. Highly respected and feared, even the coaches held her to a high regard. With a reputation like hers, it was no wonder she was able to manage the team on her own for years, even aiding them to nationals, and holding her ground against Miya Atsumu. (L/N) (Y/N) was the perfect manager, a standard for all club managers. A reputation that definitely lived up to her expectations.

However, Asano Miki, found that you were actually just a really reliable person, extremely kind, and a saint-like patience. Under your guidance, she eventually got out of her shell - she and Yoshimichi, and easily adjusted to the club thanks to your guidance. And behind closed doors, especially during those nights at training camps, you were practical, uptight like a mother, and almost always preoccupied.

And yet, underneath it all, there was always this sort of sadness in you. 

She couldn't help but think of the iceberg theory, that's there's always more to a person.

With her and Yoshimichi, you could open up more about yourself. With the rest of her seniors, you could, too. But Asano could feel like it was to a certain degree, there was something you'd like to keep within. The more she thinks about it, the more it scares her of what's underneath it all, of how long before the truth just freezes her over.

A flash of yellow appears from the corner of her eye, when she turns, it was the captain - Miya Atsumu.

Just a year ago, you and him were not on good terms, having been childhood friends for a long time. The team's dynamic changed drastically, but you remained as manager, only colder and more robotic, as the rumors say. It was said you supposedly resigned, only to wordless come back. Magically, the team's dynamic changed for the better. Even your dynamic with the now, blond-dyed, setter-captain.

"Oiiii, As-a-no~" Yoshimichi calls in a sing-song, her fellow manager-in-training nudges her shoulder. The girl turns to her. "C'mon, I'll pass the bibs to the opposite team, you fetch the cart from the storage room. Okay?"

"O-Okay!" she starts for the storage room. However, unable to help herself, she looks over her shoulder, to where you were, with the captain standing close, the two of you seem to be discussing something. You were doing the talking, pointing with your mechanical pencil, talking a mile. And then there was the captain, eyes soft and warm...watching you.

Atsumu - known for his smug smirk, likened to that of a fox, filled with general mischief and mayhem, wore a true smile. A smile that softened his features, that made him (and his twin, because they were identical) admired by many, a smile that brightened him more, one that reached his eyes - one that Asano knew was reserved for you and you alone.

Of all the things Asano knows about you, one thing is for sure: Miya Atsumu was the cause for the sadness in your eyes.

“You know, I worry about you,” Osamu says to you, echoing questions that have been thrown to you for days - mostly indirectly, at your usual convenience store over a shared sashimi set.

Something's bothering you, has been bothering you, from the looks of it. Osamu knows it.

From the dim moonlight that hung up in the sky, contrasting against all unnatural light, you blinked at him. When your eyes met, his grey-brown eyes took you out of your stupor, making you feel bare and open, without even saying anything.

“I’ve been worrying about you." Osamu adds, voice thick. "For a long time, you felt this need to put others before yourselves. Don’t get me wrong, it’s admirable and honorable at best. It's what many of us love about you, (Y/N). But," his shoulders sag, gray-brown eyes softening "if you keep putting them over you, one day, you’ll forget yourself altogether and just crush from the weight of keeping everyone first.”

You feel the need to defend yourself, to make a statement rebutting all his claims. Yet, your tongue feels heavy, mouth clamped shut. Looking up at him reluctantly, you were met by his unwavering kindness - so, so kind, and worry. Worry growing, seeing as your eyes turned glossy, neutral expression cracking.

Osamu reached an arm, pulling you over. You wanted to pull away, but his warmth washed over you.

Quietly, eventually, you leaned against Osamu, crying softly.

Strong as they were last year, it wasn't enough to satiate the hunger of your foxes, led by Atsumu, that brought them to victory. Still, Karasuno's presence was felt, establishing themselves in the national scene now that they've made a resurgence in the past year with an invaluable set of players. One of them, being your dear childhood friend.

"Sho-chan!" you called out after the match ended, seeing as you had time.

The redhead turned, eyes widening and brightening at the sight of you. "(Nickname)!"

Running to him excitedly, he did the same and the two of you met by the sides.

"Oh wow, your hair's getting shaggy!" you laugh, ruffling at his hair. "By the way, great game, today. You guys are as tenacious as always."

Noticeably, some people were looking your way - still surprised that by some twist of faith, you and the spry middle blocker were acquainted, let alone childhood friends! Too busy being in your friend's presence, you hadn't realized the attention you were receiving. Too busy catching up to the ball of sunshine before you, going on and on about the feats they did today, freely smiling about with your childhood friend.

"Inarizaki is crazy strong this year! Especially with Miya-san's serves!"

"Which Miya?" you laughed with a cock of your head.

"Oh, uh...the blonde dyed one??"

"Ah, Atsumu."

"Are you close?" Hinata asked, sensing the familiarity when you said the setter's name.

"Um," tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you were unsure how to answer. "kind of." That seemed like a good answer. "He and his twin brother live next door and were my first few friends when I moved to Hyogo." Behind him, his captain was calling for him. "Neh, let's continue our chat later, okay?"

"A-Ah," he sputtered, short-circuiting.

"You're here until tomorrow, right? Better make it worth your while. After all, we haven't talked much in a while. Well," you take his hand in yours, squeezing. "face-to-face, that is."

At the prospect of seeing more games, and maybe spending more time with you, he brightened. "Sure thing, (Nickname)!"

Unable to help yourself, you ruffled his hair playfully. "Then, wait for my text later, okay?"

Later that day, dinner, a bath, a short meeting later, you were slipping on an oversized hoodie over your pajamas, and took off. Despite it being a rather exciting day, you still had enough energy to go about, carefully making your way to meet your childhood friend.

Meeting Hinata just a block away from your hotel, the two of you walked a few more blocks until you reached a neighborhood playground, chatting aimlessly as you sat by the railings framing the park.

"Since it's your last year of high school, do you have any plans, (Nickname)?"

"To be honest? Not really." Wrinkling your nose at your answer, you tried again. "Maybe nothing special. How about you, Sho-chan?" you ask, despite him being a second year.

To your surprise, he readily answered. "I wanna do beach volleyball!" 

"Beach volleyball? Why?"

Something sets off in his eyes, almost like excitement, assurance, burning compassion. "I want to try and learn a lot of things!" It even showed off from his voice, no longer quivering, strong and firm, with a hint of childish excitement. "I want to try and get better to be able to play more volleyball!"

That was a rather interesting take into his career, choosing to play outside court. Plus, you've heard beach volleyball can be demanding with just two players.

"You're really set on it, huh?"

"Yes!"

You felt warm.

"Well, good luck with that, Sho-chan. I'll be rootin' for ya~"

Extremely, pleasantly warm, despite the January cold.

“(Nickname), you’re really a lot different, huh?” Before you could ask what he means, he furthers. “I mean, from all our texting, you seem…kinda…on hold? Like you’re holding back? But in person, you seem more relaxed now.”

You blink, remembering bright lights, head against another warm body, a shared sashimi set.

“Maybe it’s because I’m with my Sho-chan.” you smile, forcing the thoughts away. “A lot’s happened in my life. I’m not ready to unpack them all to you, but Sho-chan, you just really have a way with making people feel relaxed about themselves, of making them feel like it's okay, y'know?”

He flushes at that.

“I’m really jealous of that part of you.”

“W-Well, I’m jealous of how smart you are, (Nickname)!”

The two of you laugh into the night before you randomly blurted out wanting something sweet to eat.

"Want ice cream?" Hinata asks, gesturing to stand.

Peering out at him in the dark, the park was a bit dim, your childhood friend shined bright. "Nah, maybe I should head back."

"But you said you wanted something sweet!"

Chuckling, breath coming out in puffs, you stand. "Alright, but you're buying, okay?"

"Aren't you older?"

Playfully frowning at the younger teen’s argument - because yes, you are the older one by a year, you just link your arm around his. "Yeah, but you lost to us!" you threw back.

"How mean, (Nickname)!"

On the way, you realized how eating something cold during a cold season wasn't feasible, which made the younger boy panic. Laughingly, you assured him that it was probably because it was so cold that you wanted something sweet, for a boost of insulin or that happy feelings rush.

At the nearest convenience store the two of you could find, which was a few blocks away from your hotel, the two of you make idle chat over ice cream despite the January weather, explaining further on sweetness, boost of insulin or that happy feelings rush.

"O-Oh! I see!"

Seeing the look on his face, you guessed that the mini-biology plus chemistry lecture made his head spin. "Do you really, Sho-chan?" you tease, handing him a plastic spoon. "It's okay to say you don't."

That caused his nose to scrunch up, brows furrowing together. "I understand, (Nickname)! Sheesh, I passed biology!"

Laughing again, both of you opened up the small pack of ice cream to share. It was in salted caramel.

One bite full and comically, both of you felt warm inside, moaning in absolute delight at the sweetness and saltiness.

The conversation started anew from there with topics that flew from fun plays, his sister, Natsu, taking an interest in volleyball, your sister and her boyfriend, Kaoru and his soccer, talks of the new Karasuno captain.

"Hey, Sho-chan," you asked, watching him chew. "if we didn't move..." if her dad wasn't an asshole "...do you think...?" you mulled, thinking of all the people you've met since moving. Weakly, you leaned against the younger boy, much to his surprise. 

"(Nickname)-"

"...do you think things would be different?"

Hinata falls silent at that.

Who knows what your life would have turned out had your family stayed in Miyagi, or your uncle didn't forcibly bring your mom out of her depression and move the family all the way to Hyogo? Would you be happier? Would you have turned out better? Who would you even be?

"Does it matter? What's happened, happened. And whether we like it or not, it's for the best!"

Ah, such a simple-minded sweet boy. "That's true."

"But," you push yourself off, watching him. "had (Nickname) remained, maybe I would've had a boost up with my skills! I would be at maximum level now!"

Snorting, you broke out laughing. "Maximum level!?"

It was a shared moment of nostalgia between two childhood friends over a tub of ice cream, all smiles and laughter.

...which is how Miya Atsumu found you.

"Miya-san!" came Hinata's energetic cry, you look up in shock.

"Shoyou-kun..." the setter says quietly.

Was he looking for someone, you thought, spooning a chunk into your mouth. Or maybe he was out for a late night snack?

Chewing, you didn't notice your captain walking towards you. "(Y/N), if you wanted a late night snack, you shoulda counted me in!" Huh?

Before you could react, he took your spoon and fed himself the last chunk, moaning dramatically at the burst of flavors in his mouth.

"Mi-Miya-san!" shrieked the younger boy, cheeks flushing for some reason.

"You could have gotten your own spoon, you know," you frown, grabbing the spoon from him, he whines. "Besides, you shouldn't be eating sugar before your bedtime."

"Speak for yourself, (Y/N)."

Thinning your lips, you put away the spoon. Your captain turns to the redheaded boy. "Anyway, it's getting late and we should all get back." Turning to your childhood friend, the setter asks. "Shouyo-kun, you're here until tomorrow, right?"

Recovering from whatever it was earlier, the younger boy nods. "Ah, y-yes, n-no!"

"Which is it?" you ask worriedly.

"That's cool!" without warning, he stands next to you "Be sure to watch our game, 'aight?"

"Of course!"

"We should probably head back now," you announce as you stood up, taking your trash with you. "You need a full rest of sleep. Both of you." At the last part, both athletes felt chills run down their spine. 

When all three of you were at the door, Hinata assuring you that he can walk back to his hotel just fine, you suddenly remembered something and called out to your friend. "Sho-chan!” the younger boy turns to you. “Actually,” seeing you uncharacteristically sheepish, he keeps his eyes on you, waiting. “I'm on the fence with what I really want."

Offering you a smile, you feel warm all over. "That's okay, (Nickname)! You still have time!"

"We're months away from graduation," you reply, a small smirk at his crestfallen face. "but I think I'm settled."

Instantly, he recovers. "That's good to hear! Well then, good night, (Nickname), Miya-san!"

“What? What? What?” Atsumu turned to you curiously, picking up on the conversation with Hinata. “What were you two talking about?”

Burying your hands into your pocket, you debated. Osamu, Hinata, and Mika were the only people you’ve shared with, the ones you could trust with. The career form fresh in your mind.

“C’mon, (Y/N)!” he whines. “You can tell me!”

And for some reason, you opened your mouth and told him. “We were talking about future careers after high school,”

“Ah, really?” Before your third year even started, you were already thinking and dreading life after high school. “It’s strange that you don’t have a plan after high school.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean," he shrugs easily, carefully steering you to his side, his other side to the open street. "you’re so well organized and value order above anything else. Not to mention, you’re one of the smartest people in our year-“

“Just because I’m part of the top students doesn’t mean I’m guaranteed success,” you tell him, bluntly. Despite the cold, Atsumu feels even more chillier at your pointed words.

But he chips at the ice.

“Still! It makes a world of a difference because it’s you!”

You stopped at that, his words sinking in.

“It’s…me.”

“Yeah!" He continues to chip at the ice, mouth opening, as though reminding you of the most obvious thing on earth. "Plus, I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine wherever or whatever you end up choosing. I’ll be rooting for ya!”

Despite yourself, you smiled, warmed by his words. “Thanks…I kind of needed that.”

Atsumu glanced at you, the two of you carefully taking a turn. “So, what did you write in your career forms?”

“Um…nutritionist, psychologist, or probably something related to sports.”

“Wow,” he thinks back to your background, awed at how much your past impacted your future. “That’s amazing, (Y/N)!”

"Nowhere as amazing as you," you tell him, with utmost sincerity and honesty. He was, after all, a nationally recognized athlete for a high schooler. With his impressive reputation, he'll definitely go far and have the best teams at his disposal.

He barked a laugh, happily. "But of course! Sucks that 'Samu won't be with me, but I'll work for the both of us. No," he thrusts three fingers in the air as he declares "the three of us!"

For some reason, that was a moment of calm for you, filling you with the assurance you'll need. No matter how many years passed, even with his hair dyed lighter than his natural dark roots, he was still that same self-assured, cocky boy you know. You get the feeling he'll always stay like this, which you find you don't mind either way.

Much like Hinata, this boy right here, made you feel inexplicably warm. "That's surprisingly mature of you, Atsumu."

His name came out surprisingly easy. And to Atsumu, who stares at you as though he discovered a snowflake's design at a microscopic level, it was the sweetest thing he's ever heard.

Snow gently falls down, your breaths coming out in puffs, Atsumu's unable to look away.

"We should really head back to the hotel now."

"Y-Yeah!" Atsumu takes hold of your hand, much to your surprise, tugging you forward.

Inarizaki, unfortunately, made it to the top 3 after losing to Kamomedai – who, under the captaincy of Hirugami, were relentless as always – you and your team found yourself with heavy, weary hearts. There were regrets here and there, but the fact that the team maintained its spot as the top 5 made the pain of losing less. Also, you kept your promise to Aran and the rest, who were over the moon (and probably in tears) from watching in the benches.

Speaking of Aran and the rest, you had met up with the rest of your former seniors. Ever the emotional man that he was, Aran was tearing up at how proud he was of how well the team played, and how much the trio – the twins plus you, held the team up.

Being captain in his final year, with his brother as vice-captain, and you as manager, was definitely a highlight in Atsumu's high school career. Smiling at the camera, arms hooked around you and Osamu, Atsumu will forever cherish this amazing high all his life.

Now that you think about it, when did you first start liking Atsumu? What was the instance that made you fall in love with your best friend?

It's been almost ten years - 9 years, to be exact once the cherry blossoms bloom. It's been that long since you met the twins, met Atsumu, and loved him. 

But for however long you loved him, a most precious feeling for your young heart, never had you expected it to be inferior in the eyes of many. You may never have said it out loud, but when Atsumu read your love letters out loud in front of the whole team - seeing the looks in their eyes, you felt so cheap. Maybe your feelings were cheap, a joke. Even after the incident, even after a new year and the new faces, that scar was still there - the unavoidable scar that lingered on the fearless, 'Inarizaki's Fox Keeper'. 

If people knew the actual reason for the dispute between you and Atsumu, would people think of you differently? It never bothered you, but the knowledge of your feelings for someone as perfect, unattainable, unreachable, and out of your league?

It only made sense.

In a sense, it was like an old toy - one you loved so much as a kid, but once you've played with it too much, it gets worn out, broken, and useless, you'd have to throw it away.

The whole time you held on, foolishly you were also holding on to the possibility that maybe one day Atsumu would come to return your feelings. In a cliche way, he'd think of you as more than a friend, see you as something more, then come around to love you. Again, you were foolish. 

It was wishful thinking.

Atsumu's eyes and heart were set on your perfect big sister, Mika.

And who wouldn't? She was perfect, beautiful, smart, kind - everything you're not.

You? You were boring, plain, an afterthought.

Annoyed at the person staring back at you, you childishly flicked water at it - as if it would magically dispel the ugly. Nope.

All you found was a splotchy view of you, strings of water running over.

For all your feats - or whatever people thought of you, you had one terrible weakness: you gave your heart way too easily.

Your asshole of a father was one.

He was your father, of course it was only natural to love him. Until he broke it in a million pieces.

Miya Atsumu was second.

You gave your heart to him since he took you by the hand, never getting the courage to take it back. Atsumu can do whatever he wanted with your heart, just so long as it's still with him at the end of the day.

You had to wonder though, much of your heart was left in his hands?

The human body was composed of atoms – millions and billions of them in the form of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and oxygen. It also contains much smaller amounts of the other elements that are essential for life.

The human body is also composed of love. Now, compared to atoms, its amount was infinite, endless.

Atoms burn out and die each day, easily replicated the next second, but not love. Love was something that you give but never runs out.

How much was a single person capable of loving?

How much of their fill until eventually, it runs out?

You might never know.

Scientifically speaking, love was just…unexplainable.

Law of attraction or serotonin can do very little in explaining the amount and power of love.

It was infinite in quality and quantity, yet it's also finite in a way.

"Nee-san?"

Lately, you've noticed that Kaoru tends to call you 'nee-chan' behind your back. You heard it once when you were sick. Normally, he just calls you 'nee-san', Mika was 'nee-chan'. It was just an honorific, with subtle tones when using.

"What."

His brows furrow, arms folded against his chest. "Why are you lying on the floor?"

"Because of gravity," you reply, staring into nothing, maybe at the ceiling, maybe at cracks, maybe at the ceiling fan, maybe at the spaces in between composed of billions and billions of atoms. Inhaling through your nose, exhaling the same way. Some days, it was just getting harder to think...to be, to seem.

Kaoru frowns harder, always hated how cryptic your replies tend to be, whenever he was genuinely worried for you. Then his expression wipes clean into worry.

"Nee-san," you could hear the franticness in his voice. "are you crying?"

Alarmed, you didn't move to hide your eyes, lest you worry him or make it worse. Instead, you sigh and close your eyes. "No. It's just dust."

You didn't see the slight panic in Kaoru's eyes, his big (e/c) eyes on you - his big sister.

“…nee-chan?”

You hummed, not daring to open your mouth at the sudden wave of emotion.

Kaoru was silent, for a while, and then. “I love you.”

Smiling at your brother, opening (e/c) eyes met lighter (e/c) ones, saying it back. “I love you, too.”

masterlist • thirteen

#(un)loving miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fic #miya atsumu angst #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! fic #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu!! angst fic #hq #hq x reader #hq fanfic #hq angst #hq angst fic #inarizaki #countdown to the end begins

[yespolkadotkitty]

A little Clark Kent/reader fic for the outstandingly lovely @raspberrydreamclouds​

You see him most mornings. He’s usually ahead of you in the queue, so you can admire the way his hair curls at the base of his neck, thick and dark. He usually wears a suit jacket over a pale pastel button-down and smart jeans. If his suit jacket is shorter than usual, you can see the way his ass fills out the Levis.

But today, you’re ahead of him. You only see him because you turn at someone’s overly loud laugh, curious, and you catch his gaze, blue eyes crinkled with amusement, and one eyebrow quirked.

Then it’s about to be your turn, and your phone rings loud in your pocket.

You gesture to the hot stranger. “Hey - I’ve got to take this. You go.”

“It’s cool - I’ll add yours. Caramel macchiato, right?”

You grin in surprise. “Yes. No sugar-”

“Because you’re sweet enough. And they say men don’t listen.” He shakes his head in mock dismay, then draws his lower lip between his teeth in a move that is too cute.

You move away and take your call. It’s for a gallery uptown that want to host some of your art at a showing next week. You have a really positive discussion with the owner and when you drop your phone back in your bag, Cute Coffee Guy Who Listens is waiting, two go-cups in his hands.

No rings, you notice.

“Here.”

“Thanks so much.” You take the macchiato from him, the syrup scent of caramel drifts up towards your face and you inhale greedily. “Would the world continue turning without caffeine?”

Coffee Guy shrugs in an exaggerated manner. “Let’s hope we never, ever have to find out.”

You both sip in silence.

“So..I’m-” You offer your name.

“I’m Clark,” he replies. “Work at the Daily Planet.”

“Ah, the only half decent paper in town.”

He laughs out loud. The black glasses he wears really suit his face, make his blue eyes a deeper aqua, somehow. You could dive into them and never need to come up for air. “Sometimes it’s half decent. And what about you, how do you feed your caffeine habit?”

“I’m an artist - well, half the time. The other half, I run a website for other, more popular artists.”

Clark raises a brow, seeming genuinely interested. “Can I see some of your work?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I-” He shoots his cuff, checks his digital watch. “I gotta get to work. Maybe.. See you tomorrow? I really do want to see your work.”

He holds the coffee shop door open for you. The day outside is overcast, but it’s sunny in your heart.

***

The next morning, you arrive at the coffee shop twenty minutes early. Clark’s sitting in a booth by the window and he waves you over. Curious, you cross to him and he makes a “ta-dah” gesture, to reveal your macchiato and a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting in a little to-go box.

“What-”

“I’ve noticed you order it a time or too. Oh God, I’m not stalking you!” he adds, and the blush on his face is so adorable that your heart flips.

“I’m just amazed at how well you listen. You know. Being a man and all.”

“Funny,” he groans.

You slide into the seat opposite him, the leather soft and cool. “Thank you. Really.” You place a tote bag on the formica tabletop. “I brought some art.”

Clark leans forward slightly as you slip out three a4 pieces inside clear wallets. They’re collage pieces you’ve created from multimedia. One reminds you of starlight on a winter evening, the second you created after the death of a loved one - it’s all layered words, the texture of dead leaves, and eyes that look but don’t see - and the third you made last night. Soft touches, fabrics, cuddles, stardust and hope.

“Wow,” Clark says after a long moment. “Thank you. For sharing.” He strokes his finger over the dark piece. “I feel like you leave pieces of yourself in these.”

You blink. “I ...do.” He sees you, somehow, this stranger who listens to your coffee and cake orders. “Thank you. For noticing.”

Clark smiles, and when you meet his gaze, you fancy that you see your future in those baby blue eyes. “Same time again tomorrow?”

----- I hope you like this boo! I wrote a different fic first but it was poop.

Tagging the cavillry: @henrythickcavill​ @scorpionchild81​ @littlefreya​ @ly-canthropewrites​ @mrsaugustwalker​ @iloveyouyen​ @geralt-of-baevia​ @princess-of-riviaa​ @constip8merm8​ @cavillhavoc​ @thethirstyarchive​ @summersong69​ @luna-aestas​ @chamomilebottom​ @ohjules​ @dancingwendigo​ @build-a-bucky​ @mary-ann84​ @promptandpros​ @gamingaquarius​ @onlyhenrys​ @onlyhenrys​

#clark kent x reader #henry cavill fic

[mammons-sugarbaby]

Hmmmm... What about a hc about the brothers visiting a zoo?

(I'm also going to reference the paws and claws event which was when I started playing....at the tail end of it lol)

MC's begging finally paid off and Lucifer cracked, agreeing to go on an outing to a human world zoo for the day, and of course the other brothers wanted to go where MC was going!

(this got suuuuuper long so I put most under a read more)

Lucifer

⦁ At first he would see it as something that cut into his busy scedule running errands and doing paperwork for Diavolo, but after getting there and seeing MC so excited, of course he'd soften up.

⦁ He'd tease them about acting like one of the kids running around but would 100% enjoy their enthusiasm. He'd take an interest in the wolf exibit, reading the information plaque about wolves and their familial bonds and feel a sort of kinship.

⦁ Of course he's also heard stories casting wolves in a negative light, in one case humans killing many in a particular area to protect their livestock, and an experiment reintroducing them to the area. The experiment went on to show how vital wolves were to the ecosystem and public opinion changed. They were misunderstood, Lucifer knew that feeling well.

⦁ At the end of the visit, Lucifer and MC were in the gift shop and MC picked up a stuffed wolf and showed Lucifer, saying how it reminded them of him. When they put it down and went to look at something else, Lucifer picked it up and bought it, surprising MC with it on the way home.

⦁ "So you'll have something to remind you of me when we're apart." He told MC, giving them a sly smile and causing them to blush. But Lucifer didn't fail to notice how they clutched the stuffed toy to their chest the whole way back, as well as noticing it sitting on MC's bed whenever he would pay them a visit. He'd never admit it, but it made him happy as well as a little jealous that MC slept with it every night. At some point he'd suggest MC could sleep in his room if cuddling the wolf plush wasn't enough.

Mammon

⦁ He wouldn't get why MC would want to walk around in the hot sun and look at animals all day, but once they get there, he gets just as excited as they do.

⦁ He'd ask all sorts of questions about every animal, and make plans on how to steal some and bring back to the devildom, surely they'd sell for a ton of grim!

⦁ Satan has to remind him human world animals wouldn't survive long in the devildom, and Mammon would dismiss him saying as long as he made a profit, who cares about some dumb animal.

⦁ This upsets MC and they scold him and tell him all about exotic animal smuggling, circuses, and other places that used animals for entertainment even if it caused the animal distress. Mammon feels bad and apologizes for upsetting MC.

⦁ But as soon as he sees the tiger, he is once again thinking of ways to get one, not for profit this time, but for himself. He admired the way they excluded a sort of quiet power, a regality, something beautiful and dangerous. He wondered if he could find the devildom equivalent and just how he'd be able to smuggle it into the house of lamentation.

⦁ At the gift shop he sees MC admiring a tiger keychain and when they walk away he pockets it, planning to give it to them later. While leaving he hands it to MC. "I saw you checking this out and I thought you'd like it." He says, cheeks flushing red as he tried to act nonchalant.

⦁ MC is surprised and brings out a matching one and gives it to him, explaining that they saw HIM looking at it and thought how nice it would be to give him a souvenir. MC laughs and says they have a matching set now, causing Mammon to lose what little control he had and he turns into a blushing, stammering mess. He starts rambling about how they shouldn't have spent so much money on something like that, but inside he was over the moon that MC had thought of him and that they now shared matching keychains.

Levi

⦁ He complains about having to go to such a "normie" activity, he has game events going on! And anime to review!

⦁ He's pouty through the first half hour of being there, until MC's constant attempts to include him in their fun finally win him over. He focuses on enjoying his time with MC, taking note of everything they find particularly interesting.

⦁ They reach the exhibit with the zebras, elephants, gazelles, and giraffes and he notes MC's smile drops when they don't see the long-necked herbevore. However he notices a sign that says "Feed the Giraffes!" with times underneath, he checks his limited edition Ruri watch and sees that it's feeding time.

⦁ "Hey, follow me MC." He says quickly, not wanting them to notice the sign. MC gives him a confused look but follows. The crowd gets thicker and MC falls a little behind, and when Levi notices, he grabs their hand and pulls them along, not wanting to miss surprising MC with feeding the giraffes. ⦁ Thankfully they're able to get there before the line got too long, and the take their place. While standing in line, Levi realizes he was still holding MC's hand and quickly lets go, blushing and stuttering out an apology. MC tells him they don't mind and if it's okay with him, they would like to keep holding hands. This makes Levi blush even harder and he holds out his hand for MC to grab.

⦁ "So what are we in line for?" MC asks, bringing Levi back from his inner thoughts about how it was just like that dating sim 'I took my crush to the zoo and we got separated so when I found them I didn't let go of their hand for the rest of the trip and eventually they kissed me in front of the panda exhibit'. Levi tells MC it's a surprise and they'll see in a little bit.

⦁ When they get to the front of the line, a park worker gives them a large cup of feed and explained how to feed the giraffes and ushered them up the platform. MC looked excitedly at Levi and was practically bouncing with excitement.

⦁ After feeding the giraffes, MC throws their arms around Levi and hugs them tight, jumping up and down and squealing about how he was the best and how it was such an awesome surprise.

⦁ Levi thought it would be the perfect chance to kiss MC like the protagonist in that anime, but MC beats him to it and plants an enthusiastic kiss on his cheek, making the shut-in otaku completely lose his composure and become a blushing, stuttering mess.

Satan

⦁ He actually is interested in going to the zoo, he reads a few books about zoos, what makes them good or bad, and about some of the animals that the zoo may keep.

⦁ As soon as he clears the gate, he grabs a pamphlet for himself and one for MC. He starts pointing to places on the map, explaining what order they should view the exhibits so that they would have time to see them all.

⦁ Halfway through MC's stomach growls and they apologize and ask Satan if he minded grabbing a bite to eat at the cafe with them. ⦁ He agrees and they head into the cafe, and to Satan's delight it was big cat themed. The barista was wearing tiger ears, their coworker wearing cheetah ears and when they turned around, MC notice they also wore a matching tail.

⦁ MC and Satan got their food and drinks and sat at a nearby table, while MC ate, Satan filled them in on various facts about the animals they'd seen that day.

⦁ When they get up to leave, Satan notices a souvenir stand and goes to investigate. MC points at a shirt that reads "Big Cat Cafe" with an image of various large cats curling around a mug below, and tells Satan they think it would be fun to get matching shirts. ⦁ Satan happily agrees and buys the shirts, then he suggests MC should try theirs on and MC tells him they both should change and wear the shirts for the remainder of the visit. So they change, and for the rest of the trip Satan can't stop smiling and thinking how cute MC looks and feels slightly smug thinking about how his brothers would react, especially Lucifer.

Asmo

⦁ He didn't really want to go, walking around in the sun for long periods of time was so bad for his skin. Not to mention the smells, he told MC he'd never be able to get it out of his clothes.

⦁ Nonetheless, MC convinced him and being Asmo, he's pulled out all the stops, wearing a gaudy explorer outfit to "fit in", as well as carrying an umbrella.

⦁ He cooed over various animals, saying how cute they were. Not as cute as him of course, but they had their charm.

⦁ It was then they came to the black bear exhibit, the massive creature lumbering over to the edge of its enclosure before flopping down. I seemed to look up then at Asmo and MC did a wave motion with it's paw.

⦁ Asmo went wild, pointing and dramatically exclaiming that "It recognizes my beauty!! No other animal here acknowledged me! This is obviously a creature of intelligence, class, and culture!"

⦁ MC couldn't help but laugh and after Asmo gave them an offended look, they explained that bears sometimes mimic people in that fashion, usually to get treats. ⦁ Asmo waved them off and continued to fawn over the bear. Eventually the bear wandered back inside, presumably to get out of the heat, and Asmo blew it kisses and waved until it was out of site.

⦁ On their way out, Asmo insisted on stopping at the gift shop, where MC bought Asmo a small teddy bear, since "he loved the bear so much". Within the week, a huge box arrived from akuzon addressed to MC and when they opened it, they were surprised to see a gigantic pink teddy bear that was covered in ribbons and bows. Asmo waltzed in and dramatically called "Ta-dah~~!!! Just a little thank you present for my favorite human~"

Beel

⦁ Beel was happy MC asked him to go to the zoo with them, he enjoyed hanging out with them.

⦁ Once through the gate they picked up (more) snacks so Beel wouldn't get too hungry while walking around.

⦁ Beel asked tons of questions about the animals they saw, and what kinds of animals MC liked best.

⦁ When they came to the lion exhibit, the lions were being fed and MC could hear Beel's stomach growl. He apologized and Mc told him not to worry about it, that if he'd like, they could go grab so more food.

⦁ Beel nodded but told MC he wanted to watch the lions for just a while longer. After a few minutes, his stomach growled again, even louder this time. The male lion's head turned towards them and he let out a bellowing roar.

⦁ They both burst into laughter and had to find a quiet area to calm down. Wiping tears from their eyes, MC asked Beel if he wanted to go to the restaurant now, Beel nodded and took MC's hand and they headed off to find out where the restaurant was.

⦁ While they waited for their food to arrive, Beel chatted excitedly about the various animals they had seen and MC asked if there was a devildom equivalent to a human zoo, Beel replied he was unsure. MC asked what his favorite exhibit was and Beel eagerly replied the lions, because of the moment they shared together.

Belphie

⦁ This boy complained the whole time MC was trying to convince him. At first he was extremely opposed to going to the human world in the first place. Besides, animals usually didn't like demons, unless it was the kind they were connected with.

⦁ Then he'd complain and ask what the big fuss was about looking at some animals in cages, it sounded pretty miserable for the animals. It's just like humans to not care about something unless they got entertainment out of it, even at the expense of what ever was entertaining them.

⦁ He complained even while walking around, though did secretly enjoy seeing MC happy. ⦁ After another round of complaining, he saw MC's smile slip ever so slightly, become a little more forced, it not quite reaching their eyes. 'Damn it, I went too far and now their upset.'

⦁ From then on he tried to keep his bitching to a minimum, though he was getting so sleepy. He didn't see how MC thought he could make it through the whole trip without falling asleep.

⦁ Eventually they came to a sort of petting area where various employees showed off various animals and let visitors touch them while explaining about the animal.

⦁ Belphie saw a bench in the corner and made a beeline for it, he sat down and leaned against the wall, promptly falling asleep.

⦁ He woke up to MC's voice calling his name and he reluctantly opened his eyes before he noticed a weight in his lap. Looking down, a fox had curled up on his lap, sleeping soundly. He was surprised and accidentally moved, causing the fox to wake up and look at him.

⦁ But it just sat there, staring at him as if saying "Why did you wake me up?" He knew that feeling all to well. "Sorry for waking you..." Belphie muttered, then slowly brought his hand up and gave it head scritches. The fox seemed to enjoy this and Belphie ran his hand along it's soft fur, noting a kind of harness on it.

⦁ He was so content he didn't realize a zoo employee come up and apologize for the fox's behaviour, that one was always slipping off somewhere. Belphie shook his head and told them it was no problem, but then the employee brought out a leash and clipped it to the fox's harness and clicked their tongue, causing the fox to jump down.

⦁ MC was bubbling over with excitement and envy on their way out of the park, saying how lucky he was that he got to pet the cute fox. Belphie only heard half of what they said before a fox plush outside of the gift shop caught his eye. He turned and headed towards the shop without warning, catching MC off guard. They soon followed after him and saw him looking intently at a row of fox stuffed animals, he seemed to find one he liked more than the other identical ones and picked it up.

⦁ He then asked MC if they could buy it for him, since he didn't have "human money". The laughed and agreed, buying it for him and smiling at how cute he was clutching at the stuffed fox.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #answered #sorry this took so long! #msb writes

[angst-fairygodmother]

Inspiration (Nathan Young x Reader)

A/N: I’ve been thinking more about my headcanon that Nathan has some sort of secret artistic talent. And then I had a flash of inspiration. Word Count: 1902 Content Warnings: drinking/alcohol, criminal activity, mention of animal abuse Cross-posted to AO3: here

“Hey,” Nathan said, waving his hand in front of your face, making you jump. “Earth to Y/N!”

“Sorry, what?” you said, slightly embarrassed that you had been zoning out.

“Am I borin’ ye?” he asked, pretending to pout. 

“No of course not,” you were quick to assure him, before pausing a moment. “Well…”

He gasped.

“No! You’re not boring me. It’s just…we are just sitting around drinking stolen, bad, vodka,” you took a swig of the bottle in question and grimaced at its rubbing alcohol aftertaste.

“We could do somethin’ else,” he said, smirking and waggling his eyebrows before plucking the vodka out of your hands and chugging some. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes, leaning over to punch him lightly in the shoulder.

“I was thinking more like...how do you feel about petty crime and vandalism?”

He gave you a curious look. “I’d say I’m a fan.”

“Good,” you said, taking out your phone to send a quick text to your friend to see if they could drop you some supplies. “Because I noticed a lovely barren expanse of walls on my walk over here that are just begging to be graffitied.”

“I’ve never done it,” he said with a shrug, “but I’m game.”

~

“Well,” you said, digging through the shopping bag you had found in the open boot of an abandoned car, right where you were expecting it, “El really came through with the supplies and the world is our canvas.”

You threw your hands in a broad gesture, before planting your fist on your hip. “And by that, I mean these two walls are our canvas.”

Nathan laughed, shaking his head wryly at you. “Lovely. So, what d’ we do?”

“Oh.” Your face fell slightly. You didn’t really know how to explain it to him. You had been painting street art for so long that it just came naturally to you. “Um...I guess you just, pick a can of paint and go for it. Paint whatever you’re feeling or thinking about. Or just your initials or something in a cool way. Whatever you want.”

“Hmm. Maybe I should watch ya for a bit, get some inspiration,” he drawled, giving you a cocky half-smile.

“I...uh...sure, if you want.” You shifted awkwardly, trying to ignore his gaze that felt like it was burning into the back of your neck as you riffled through the options to find the color you wanted. Stepping back, you looked critically at the wall, calculating it’s dimensions and what to start with. Satisfied that you had everything mapped out in your head, you set to work on the outline.

Nathan watched you work, your whole body moving fluidly in a way that sent his thoughts racing (not there was much you could do that didn’t), your brow knitted in fierce concentration. Once you had a vague outline of whatever you were designing, which he couldn’t even begin to guess, you shifted your focus to each individual section and detail. Occasionally, you would take a step back to see how the whole thing was coming together, tilting your head one way or the other, tongue poking out between your teeth slightly. He had never seen you so free and relaxed.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him and he practically dove into the shopping bag, rooting about for what he’d need. Taking a couple of the cans, he ducked around the corner to get started, a strange creative fire lighting in him. 

“Finally come up with something?” you called softly, teasing. 

“Yeah, yeah I did,” he said, almost absently. “But it’s a surprise, so no peekin’.”

“Ooh, mysterious.”

“Ye gotta promise ye won’t look til I say, Y/N,” he insisted.

“Alright,” you frowned, surprised he was getting so tetchy. “Cross my heart, I won’t peek. I’m pretty busy over here anyway.”

~

About an hour later, you put the final touch on your piece, your artist’s mark at the bottom so that anyone who knew anything would know who painted it. Stepping back, you smiled, wiping the slight sheen of sweat from your brow, formed by your exertion despite the cool night.

“You almost done, Nathan?” you called, surprised that he had been practically silent since he started working. 

“Oh, yeah,” he called back distractedly. “Nearly. But I’ll come over there.”

“Sure,” you answered, puzzled by his odd behavior. 

While you waited, you started gathering up the spray paints, putting any cans that still had paint in them back in the bag and tossing the empties in a nearby bin. 

“Wow,” you heard Nathan say, making you jump as he appeared behind your back. 

He was looking up at your art piece in awe. You had painted one of your signature designs: a laughing skull with flowers spilling from its open mouth. This time, the flowers were marigolds and foxgloves, and you had added a twist in the form of literal emerald eyes. You were quite proud of it, and Nathan seemed impressed. 

“You like it?” you asked sheepishly, the heat of a blush creeping across your face.

“I love it,” he exclaimed, pulling out his phone to snap a grainy picture of it. “Make a cool shirt or somethin’. Or a pirate tattoo. Very punk.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him. “It’s been an...evolving design since I was like 14. Leave me alone.”

“I’m not messin with ya, Y/N. I really like it.”

“Well, thank you.” You smiled and he grinned back, and for a moment you were lost in that. And then you remembered his very secret work.

“So Hotshot, do I get to see yours now?” you asked.

He jumped, startled and then shrugged, mumbling. “‘F you want ta.”

“Of course I do,” you said, taking a step toward the corner.

“No wait! If it’s a surprise, I should cover your eyes and lead you to it.”

Knowing him, you were suspicious that he had some prank or ulterior motive in mind, but you nodded your ascent. He moved up behind you, pressing his chest against your back and curling his long fingers over your eyes. 

“Can ya see anything?” he asked. 

“Nope. Totally blind.” 

Slowly he walked you across the gravel ground. Once you stopped, he started shifting you around by little steps in one direction or another, as if trying to get you into exactly the right spot. 

“Alright,” he said, a nervous tick to his voice. “Ta-dah!”

He dramatically uncovered your eyes to show what he'd been working on.

“Oh,” you breathed, stunned.

Staring back at you from the wall were a pair of eyes caught in mid-wink. Your eyes. Captured in exquisite detail, right down to the scar in your brow, earned as a child trying to stop a group of older boys from dropping a paper sack full of kittens into the drainage ditch during a downpour. 

“Nathan.” You felt your heart swell at the level of dedication, the obvious emotion he’d put into this, and tried to keep your voice from breaking. 

He scuffed the toe of his dirty sneakers in the gravel, looking down and away sheepishly. 

“I know. It ain't very good and it's jus' yer eyes instead o’ yer whole face but I thought this way you wouldn't get busted. And ye said t' paint what I was thinkin of…”

You turned to face him, reluctantly pulling your eyes away from the work of art before you. Tucking a hand gently under his chin, you drew his gaze back to you.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, making sure he could see the sincerity in your expression. 

He blushed, barely noticeable under the dim lights. “Ya think?”

You nodded, snaking your arm around his neck and stepping closer. His hand dropped to your waist as if on instinct.

“And very sweet. Some might say romantic even.”

“Hey, don’t go spreading those lies! I have a reputation to maintain ya know,” he joked, obviously trying to hide his discomfort at your praise.

“Nah, I like keeping that secret all to myself better anyway,” you teased, smirking before stretching up on your toes to press a teasing kiss to his lips. 

He groaned, pulling you closer and kissing you back, tongue trailing over your lip almost immediately. You parted to let him explore your mouth, toying with an errant curl at the nape of his neck. Slowly he guided you backward, only to suddenly jerk you to the side, accidentally biting your lip in the process. 

“Ow,” you whined, pulling back and bringing a finger to your lip to see if you were bleeding. “What was that?”

“Didn’t want to mess up the art,” he explained. “Or my jacket.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

He looked at you incredulously. You glanced down, realizing that in your haste to get ready, you had indeed pulled on his signature plaid-lined black garment.  

“Oh,” you said softly before turning your face back up toward his with a smirk and a shrug to rival his most unapologetic expressions. “Oops.”

“Ye’re lucky ye’re so damn cute, or I might be mad at ya,” he teased. 

“I’m sure I can think of some way to make it up to you,” you hummed, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned at you, and you stretched up to kiss him again, but just as your lips met, a strong, chill wind cut whistling through, causing you both to shiver. 

“Maybe we should take this back to my place?” he asked, breath ghosting across your face. 

“I like the sound of that,” you smiled back.

Quickly, slid the bag of remaining paint cans under the nearby dumpster for your friend to pick up later. All traces of your presence in the area (except of course the now much more beautiful wall) removed, you turned back to Nathan, ready to head out. He draped an arm around your shoulders and you happily leaned in to the gesture, tucking yourself against his side. As you walked back toward the community center, your head resting on his shoulder, you thought of something. 

“Nathan,” you asked, slightly hesitant, fearful that he might put up walls against you again. “I thought you said you’d never done this before?”

“I haven’t,” he answered casually.

“Then how were you so good at it? The level of detail and real, genuine artistry…”

He shrugged, taking his arm from around you to fumble in his pockets for a cigarette and a lighter, the latter of which he couldn’t seem to find. You reached into the pocket of your jeans, holding out yours and letting him light the end of the cig with it. The distraction passed, you looked back at him as he looked pointedly away and took a long drag. 

“I dunno. I mean it’s not that different from doodlin’ on paper with a pen or whatever, right?” he said finally with another shrug. 

“That was more than ‘doodling’, Nathan,” you said, plucking the cigarette from his lips and placing it between your own.

He pouted at you as you took a drag and offered it back. His lips brushed against your fingers as he took it back, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Guess I’m just a man of mystery,” he said vaguely, draping his arm back around your shoulder. 

“I guess so,” you murmured, not voicing how much you look forward to finding them all out.

#I think street art is really cool and I envy the artists' talent #so I made the reader one #because I can live vicariously #it is not however what she was busted for that got her put on community service #also let's assume that this is far enough from the center that they won't be assigned to clean it up in the morning #Nathan Young x Reader #Misfits fic

[thiswasinevitableid]

Prompt #15 Danbrey if you're feeling up to it! (NSFW or SFW! Your choice!) Hope you're having a nice day :)

Thank you! I went with SFW

Prompt 15: Nymph

Normally, Aubrey would obey the “no fires” warning sign at the edge of the woods. Both because she’s all about respecting nature and also she doesn’t want another safety lecture from Duck. Her roommate needs to study in their dorm, and she really, really needs to practice this set of tricks for her show in a few weeks. 

The card and sleight of hand tricks go well, but when she segues into her fire illusions it all goes wrong. All her flash paper gets tangled in a vine that swears wasn’t there a minute ago and any time she generates so much as a spark a bunch of leaves fly into her face.

“Ugh, come on, work with me here.”

“No.”

She spins around and discovers a tree is talking to her.

“Please work with me here?”

Golden eyes appear in the trunk, “No. You’re using fire. In the woods. The very flammable woods. So, sorry, but as long as I’m around you don’t get to run around throwing sparks.” The voice moves closer and Aubrey understands her eyes were playing tricks on her; it’s a young woman about her age who, up until a moment ago, was camouflage against the tree trunk. Her hair fades from speckled brown to blonde, and her skin is broken up in markings of different colors. Aubrey vaguely remembers Duck telling her that was how some predators avoid being seen in the forest, and wonders if she should be worried rather than noticing how her audience of one looks cute even with her arms crossed in annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, I just really need to practice for my magic show because if I bomb it’s gonna suck and no one will ever book me again. So like, what if I promise to keep the sparks small?”

The woman shakes her head. Before Aubrey can react, branches reach down and pick up all her supplies, dangling them out of reach. 

“Hey!”

“I’m not giving them back unless you say you’ll stop with the fire.”

“It’s flash paper, it barely produces any sparks at all!” She jumps, misses her deck of cards, jumps again and promptly collides with her tormentor, sending them both to the ground.

“Oops.” She tries on her best smile as the woman blinks up at her. Pink flowers bloom up her arms, which is just so fucking cool.

“Are you, like, a wood nymph or something?”

“I’m a dryad, but I think humans just call anyone who lives in the trees nymphs, so that works too.”

“That’s amazing. I wish I could do real magic. Maybe not plant magic because of my whole persona, but any kind would be super rad. Oh!” she sits up, allowing the nymph to do the same, “I know, what if you stayed and watched me practice? That way if the sparks land somewhere they shouldn’t, you can just smoosh them out like you have been. Or we could take turns doing tricks? Not that, like, your magic is like a parlor trick, but more like we could each take turns showing off? What do you think?”

“I think…” the nymph toys with a strand of hair, which shimmers to light green as she walks past a new stand of shrubs, “I think I’m not doing a great job chasing you off. But I also don’t think I want to?” She gives Aubrey a shy smile, “will you do that trick with the rings again?”

Aubrey does a mental fist-pump as her supplies are once again within reach, “You got it.”

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“Dani, look!” Aubrey holds the pet carrier up to the tree, “I brought my assistant to meet you.”

“Wrong tree, Aubrey.” The nymph appears to her right.

“Dang. I thought I was getting better at spotting you.”

“You’ve done it on the first try twice this week, which is better than basically any other human has ever done.” They sit on the grass, which thanks to Dani’s intervention no longer irritates Aubrey’s skin or has unwanted bugs in it. She reaches into the carrier, rubbing the white rabbit’s nose “this is Dr. Harris Bonkers, right?”

“Yep! Thank you for using his full name; he worked hard for the diploma.” 

Dani laughs in a way that suggests she understands this is a joke but not what the joke is. 

“Do you want to let him out? He could nibble grass while we talk.”

“Um, I mean, he’d love that. Right up until something ate him.”

“Here, I have an idea.” Dani twirls a finger, sending up walls and ceilings out of woven branches until she, Aubrey, and the rabbit are in a beautiful gazebo of greenery.

“Wow.” Aubrey whispers as Dr. Harris Bonkers leaves his carrier to happily munch the grass and clover. 

Dani scoots closer, “Hey, Aubrey, what’s your favorite flower?”

“I like, um, I think they’re called Penstemons? I also really like cherry blossoms but they’re not in-” The entire roof of the gazebo explodes in pink petals, “season.”

Dani winks, sending the walls into bloom with bright red and deep orange flowers, “they are now.”

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“Can I open my eyes yet?” The nymph sits on a tree-stump, fingernails still painted deep green from two nights ago. She and Aubrey spent until about two in the morning in the nymphs’ house, since she wanted to see how human sleepovers differed from dryad ones. Aubrey suspects they both played up how much cuddling between attendees was normal for the sake of being closer. 

“Not yet, lemme just get this--hah, okay, you can look now!”

Dani uncovers her face and daffodils burst through the ground at her feet. 

Aubrey smirks, spins in her new stage outfit: a satin, flame red top, black jacket, black skirt, sparkly red fishnets, and her Doc Martens, “ta dah!”

“Wow.” Dani sighs, but says nothing else, making Aubrey a little self-conscious

“It really looks good?”

“It looks amazing, fireblossom. No one will be able to take their eyes off you.”

The nickname makes Aubrey’s face match her shirt, “Are you sure you don’t want to come? We could, like, get you a seat in a corner or something so no one would notice you look a little plant-like.”

“I wish I could, Aubrey. But I’ve got work to tend to out here. Plus, I’d be so excited to see you up there, impressing everyone, that I’d fill the whole theater with roses before I knew what I was doing.”

“Good point.” Aubrey sags a little; she’s so pumped for the show, but all she can think about is proving to Dani that all her time practicing in front of her paid off. 

“Hey” Dani hops up from her seat, cups one of Aubrey’s cheeks and kisses the other one. It tingles, like rubbing a mint leaf between her fingertips, “good luck tonight.”

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The show goes better than expected. There are some hiccups in her first two tricks, but her friends are in the front row and cheer her on as she gets the hang of things. By the time she hits her fiery finale, she has the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand like they’re Dr. Harris Bonkers. 

“You did great!” Duck bear hugs her in the green room as Barclay hands her flowers. 

“Glad you think so! And, um, thanks you guys. It means a lot that you gave up your Saturday night to come see my act.”

“You know we’d never miss it” Mama hugs her, “we;re so proud of you kiddo, forging your own path like this.”

“And it seems we are not the only ones who enjoyed the show. Look.” Indrid holds up a second bouquet. Tucked among the pink blooms is a card reading “fireblossom.”

“That from the gal you were tellin me about?”

“Yeah” Aubrey cradles the bunch of cherry blossom stems, “she couldn’t make it tonight but, um, I hope she can meet you guys soon. I think you’ll like her. Especially you, Duck, she’s super into plants.”

“Right on. Now, who’s up for some celebratoryholyshit” Duck stops abruptly in the door, “y’all, come look at this.”

The venue has several windows, since during the day it’s a cafe. One of these windows, with a clear view of the stage, is wreathed in honeysuckle. Stranger still is the path of flowers and leaves trailing from the crosswalk, down the opposite sidewalk, and into one of the pedestrian only paths that leads to the green belt around campus. 

“Barclay?”

“Yeah, Aubrey?”

“Please put these in a vase for me.” Aubrey hands him her bouquets and sprints out the door, a rainbow of petals coating her shoes as she runs. Soon there are no streetlights to help her navigate, just the starlight and the river of greenery beneath her feet.

“Dani!” 

The nymph, coaxing an ailing Elm back to health, turns in surprise. Aubrey throws her arms around her, ever changing hair catching in her face and mottled green dress soft under her hands. 

“You came.”

Dani snickers, “what gave it away? The fact it looked like a meadow exploded downtown?”

Aubrey giggles, pulling back to bump their noses together, “Yeah. Just...what made you change your mind.”

The nymph caresses her cheek, fingers coming away glittering from her make-up, “I couldn’t stay away. I saw all the work that went into your act and, and I, uh, I’m also just so into you, fireblossom. I wanted to be there for you, even if I wasn’t in the room.”

Aubrey’s heart threatens to burst out of her chest. To keep that from happening, she pulls Dani into a kiss. The nymph laughs against her mouth, cups the back of her head and holds her there, teasing her tongue between her lips when Aubrey parts them. By the time they separate to breathe, the taste of orange blossoms is on her tongue and her fingers are tangled in gold-green strands of hair. 

“Um, you can totally say no to this, but my friends and I are meeting at Mama’s place to celebrate the show going well. There would only be a few of us, and they’re all pretty chill.”

Dani tucks a flower behind Aubreys ear, “I’d love too, fireblossom. But first…” she grabs Aubrey, spinning and dipping her into another kiss, so deep that the stars in her eyes outshine the ones in the sky. 

When the nymph guides her back up, both of them laughing in their embrace and all Aubrey can think to say is, “wow.”

#danbrey #aubrey little/dani #monster march #taz amnesty

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Laito Heaven [03]

ー The scene starts in Laito’s bedroom

Yui: ...Laito-kun...What’s the meaning behind this?

Laito: Hm? What do you mean?

Yui: You know, you suddenly pinned me down...

Laito: Nfu~ That is pretty much daily fare, don’t you think?

Yui: ( In your head it might be, yeah... )

Uhm, but I was thinking of taking a bath, you see...Could you move aside?

Laito: Let’s do something fun with me before that.

Yui: Something fun?

*Rustle*

Laito: Ta-dah! What’s this?

Yui: Eh...? That’s a...stethoscope?

Laito: Ping-pong! Correct!

Nfu~ I found it while rummaging through the stuff in my room.

Yui: ( Why does he have such a thing...? )

Laito: Seeing this, I suddenly felt in the mood to play doctor with you!

So I pushed you down on instict~

Yui: ( ...! )

Laito: Well then, I’ll be the doctor, and you’ll play the role of the patient, okay?

Yui: Uhm...

Laito: Nfu~ You have no right to refuse, Bitch-chan. I simply do what I feel like after all.

Yui: W-Wait, Laito-kun!

Laito: Okay~! Let’s press this against your chestー

Yui: Hyah!

( It’s cold! )

Laito: Uhm, the heart’s...There we go.

Ah, found it. It’s here, isn’t it?

Yui: !

*Thump*

Laito: Nfu~ Such a delicious sound ringing in my ears...

But isn’t your heartbeat a little too relaxed?

Yui: Eh? Y-You think so? I’m sure it’s normal...

Laito: But you’re doing something which isn’t normal, remember?

It’s boring if you don’t get a little more excited...

I wonder if your heartbeat will increase if I do this...?

*Rustle*

ー Laito blows in her ear

Laito: Phewー...

*Thump*

Yui: Ah!

Laito: Nfu~ All I did was blow some air in your ear, yet your heart skipped a beat at once.

You’re so sensitive, Bitch-chan. Nfu~

Yui: I’m no...

Laito: Haah...Listening to this sound has gotten me a little frisky...

Yui: ...

Laito: But sucking you regularly would be dull. Today we’re playing doctor and patient as well...

Aah, I know! Hold on for a second, Bitch-chan.

Yui: ...?

*Rustle*

Laito: Ah, there it is!

*Rustle*

Laito: Sorry for the wait, Bitch-chan.

Well then, let’s continue our doctor’s play. Come on, lift both arms into the air...

Yui: Eh? Eeh!?

Laito: I’ll wrap the bandage around both wrists like this...There.

Nfu~ The bandages go great with your wrists, you know? You look adorable, Bitch-chan.

Yui: ( ...! Don’t tell me, did he restrain both my hands!? )

...! I don’t like this! Laito-kun, take off the bandages!

Laito: No can do~ Today we’re playing doctor and patient after all.

Yui: Those two aren’t related in the slightest...!

Laito: They totally inseparableー!

After all, you hate medicine, don’t you?

Yui: Eh...?

( What is he holding...? )

( Pills...? )

Laito: Nfu~ It’s a medicine which will give you energy (1), made by none other than Reiji.

I’ll give you these, okay?

Yui: !

N-No! Stop...!

( Who knows what’ll happen to me if I ingest those suspicious tablets... )

Laito: Ahー Geez. Don’t make a fuss!

Nfu~ It’ll be fine...Nn.

ー Laito kisses her

Yui: ( M-Mouth-to-mouth...!? )

...Nguh!

Laito: Nnー...

Yui: ( H-He won’t let go of my lips until I swallow it... )

...Nkuh...Nn.

Laito: ...Okay! All good! You really did well, not even shedding tears.

Yui: Ah...

( I took the medicine... )

( Oh no...For some reason...I feel a little faint... )

Laito: Nfu~ Seems like it has started working right away. Your eyes are watering.

Yui: Laito-ku...What...is this...?

Laito: Who knows?

Yui: ‘Who knows’...!?

Laito: All I know is that those should help you feel more energized.

Well then, I wonder where this ‘energetic’ Bitch-chan wants my fangs?

*Rustle*

Laito: Right here, perhaps?

Yui: !

Laito: Ah, or maybe...You’d prefer them around here?

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Ah...

Laito: Nfu~ If you twist your body that much while your hands are restrained, you’ll hurt yourself, you know?

Yui: But...

Laito: Nfu~ So cute...Making an expression that tells me you can barely hold it anymore...

I love your face when you’re drowning in pleasure...Makes me want to mess you up right here, right now...

Yui: ...

( No good...I want to deny his claims, but I can barely think straight, the words won’t come out... )

Laito: Haah...I can’t quite decide where to bite you but...

Nfu~ I guess this place would be fitting for today, huh?

Yui: ( Ah...His fangs are pressing against my cleavage... )

Laito: I have to check whether the medicine’s properly working after all...

ー Laito bites her

Yui: ーー !

Laito: Nn...Hah...Nkuh...

Phew...Giving me such a reaction...Does it feel that good...?

Yui: Ah, Laito-kun...!

Laito: Nn~? ...You’ve really become a natural at tempting me, Bitch-chan...

Yui: That’s not...!

Laito: Nfu~ I don’t mind...Treating you is my duty as a doctor after all...

Nn...Hah...Nkuh...Nn...Phew...

Yui: Ah...!!

Laito: Come on...Lean back more. Show me all places which need a little treatment.

I’ll heal you with these fangs of mine, okay...?

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 元気 or ‘genki’ can mean either ‘healthy’ or ‘energetic’. However, since Yui was never sick to begin with, it didn’t feel right to translate it as’will make you feel better’, so I went with the latter. 

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#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #more blood #diabolik lovers translation #mblaitoheaven3

[silverlightqueen]

May I provide a (not so) official SKZ intimidating rank:

1. Minho (man needs to just look in my direction and I would lose all sense of confidence. One of those guys you know CAN be soft but you still don’t wanna take things lightly bc you KNOW just because he’s nice to cats doesn’t mean he’s gonna be nice to you. unless you’re a cat. or han jisung)

2. Seungmin (seungmo is adorable but he’s got a resting bitch face going on and he looks like he’s capable of murder if you annoy him enough ((chan i’m looking at you)). Plus he’s got this... stare. Yeah, no. If I saw him outside I would not be able to walk up to him and ask for directions. And he always looks and sounds so serious outside of the group. Like that time he convinced a blindfolded park jisung that he was touching his cheek when really he was poking the air. Seungmin is lowkey evil and I wouldn’t wanna test him)

3. Changbin (okay so rich people already intimidate me bc wtf you doing with all that money?? But also he’s such an intense rapper and he’s got a really intense stare. I would die. But then he’ll call himself dwaekki and do the “ta ta ta” aegyo and I’ll just never be nervous around him ever again. Not to mention he’s shorter than me 😶)

4. Hyunjin (we all know hj is a major softie and is super cute but imagine if you didn’t know him. If he was just some random guy and he just give you that blank stare... yeah. I would die on the spot. BUT there’s a chance he’d smile or say hi so the moment you speak to him, the delusion of intimidation is gone bc he’s just cute ❤️)

5. Chan (alright as visiblemisfit as established, dude is tiny but likes acting like he’s freaking rowoon sf9. And yeah he’s super approachable and cute and sweet. bUT tell me that man’s 6’5 attitude ain’t gonna make you think 2-3 times before approaching him. Especially if he’s working oof. Yeah... Christopher may be a cutie but I feel like if he wants to, he can be real scary and intimidating. BUT he’s still super soft and sweet and is friends with literally everybody that it’s hard for people to NOT wanna approach him and say hi. But I would still think twice before I do)

6. Jeongin (BABY BREADDDD!! ngl id put him higher bc his stare is quite intense but he’s still a baby and constantly calls himself different variations of bread. And he’s still a teen :’) so yeah no... soz innie I ain’t scared of you)

7. Han (ahh my fav shy introvert :’) Jisung is so intense when he’s rapping but he also never shuts up around his friends and is always noisy as hell. Imagine seeing him laugh for 1 min straight and cry about his stomach hurting and STILL be intimidated by him. pls ✋🏻 he’s cute, funny and a lil awkward and we LOVE HIM 😤❤️)

8. Felix (okay felix’s voice is intimidating as hell. Honestly if we were judging by voices he’d be #1 BUT we’re not. And honestly I don’t think it’s possible to be intimidated of a man who smiles as much as he does and walks around giving brownies to people. Like pls. HOW is felix not automatically exuding bestie energy?? Id do anything I can to try and be friends with him and talk to him he seems so cool a sweet. A gamer nerd who bakes and is into makeup?? Sounds like the superior human being to me 🥰)

omg okay I love your ranking and it’s definitely justified, like your reasoning makes a lot of sense BUT my ranking would be a little different like yes minho is first but I wouldn’t put seungmin second bc as savage as he is, he’s also a total cutie with his avocado filter and his little ‘dah’ noises that he makes 😭

I would have to rank them:

1) lee know, our intimidating and stunningly handsome dance king

2) hyunjin bc he’s tall(er than the rest of skz and me) and drop dead gorgeous

3) changbin bc yes his constant aegyo isn’t intimidating but his rapping and muscles for days are

4) jeongin - may I present this picture as evidence

I would shake like a leaf under that gaze 😳

5) jisung bc despite his introvertedness and anime girl feet, he’s very hot, and his rapping and biceps are v v intimidating

6) chan but he’s only intimidating in producer mode, otherwise he’s a cute short dimple boy

7) seungmin, the avocado filter just makes me melt like yes he’s hot but he’s not super intimidating (ik what you mean about the resting bitch face but I have it too and it makes me so sad when people say I’m intimidating, I promise us rbf virgos seem bitchy but WE’RE NICE I PROMISE 😭😭😭)

8) felix, we’re in agreement bestie, his voice is intimidating but everything else about him is cute and endearing as hell 🥺🥺

#skz are crazy but I forget that they’re idols who are also amazing performers and v v intimidating #lovely anon #silverlightqueen asks

[plasticnightmaredoll]

Ok, so, maybe it’s just me (and maybe it really is), but the Riddlerbots are...really cute, you know? The first time I saw them, I thought they were some of the most adorable killing machines I’d ever seen, and I wanted to take them home and have them as my bbs.

Why do I think they’re cute? Well, the just ARE. There’s no real explanation other than they exist as they are, and they way they are is adorable af. 

I got to thinking, since I self-ship with Riddler from the Arkham games, how much of PITA I’d be to poor Arkham Knight!Eddie if I was his girlfriend 😂😂😂😂

AK!Riddler: *excited* “And you, My Dear, shall be the first to lay eyes on my latest creations, the very creations that will finally allow me to defeat that bothersome Batman!” AK!Riddler: *reveals some of the first -- and functional --Riddlerbots* “Ta-dah!” Me: *stunned* “Oh my, God....” AK!Riddler: *quite proud of himself* “Ah, yes, I know, these malicious metallic menaces are quite intimidating to gaze upon. Batman won’t know what to--” Me: *smiling sweetly* “They’re so fucking cute!” AK!Riddler: “Wait, what? Cute? Cute?! These robots aren’t cute! They’re highly advanced, fully mobile killing machines!” Me: *turns to Eddie, looking all giddy* “Did you name them? Oh, tell me you named them!” AK!Riddler: “Name them...? What...? No!” Me: “Can I name them! Can I? Can I, can I, can I?” AK!Riddler: “They’re--They’re not puppies!” Me: “Oh, please, please, please, Eddie, can I name them? Just these few? Pretty please? Please, please?”  AK!Riddler: “They’re not...!” Me:  ( ﾟ∀ ﾟ) ( ﾟ∀ ﾟ) ( ﾟ∀ ﾟ) *cutesy faces* AK!Riddler: “Why must you...? This is insane...” Me: ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ *cutesy faces + cutesy poses* AK!Riddler: “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to convince me to let you have your way by acting sweet and precious. Well, it won’t work! Not this time!” Me: (ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू )(ू• ౪•ू ) *dials the cute up to over 9000* AK!Riddler: *starting to cave a little* “Noooo....” Me: “I love you ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙” AK!Riddler: “I love you, too, but that’s not --” Me: ～(^з^)-♡～(^з^)-♡～(^з^)-♡～(^з^)-♡～(^з^)-♡ *sending them love vibes to my Riddler Man* AK!Riddler: “............Ok, fine, but you can name ONLY these ones!” Me: “OMG THANK YOU, EDDIE!” Me: *practically knocks Eddie over by jumping at him and hugging him.* AK!Riddler: *blushes but smiles*

#riddler #arkham riddler #edward nigma #riddlerbots #programmer dad #self insert #self ship #the riddler #arkham knight riddler