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Character ask game!
A classic character ask game lol, but with a little deeper digging into them
Send a character and a number/several numbers, and i'll answer:
My first impression of them
When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)
A song that reminds me of them
How many people I ship them with
My favorite ship of them
My least favorite ship of them
A quote of them that you remember
Your favorite outfit of them
Your least favorite outfit of them
Describe the character in one sentence
What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?
Sexuality hc!
Your favorite friendship they have
Best storyline they had
Worst storyline they had
A childhood headcanon
What do you think their first word was?
How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)
The most random ship you've seen people have with them
A weird headcanon
When do you think they were at their happiest?
When do you think they were at their lowest?
Future headcanon
What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?
When do you think they acted the most ooc
When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?
If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?
The most unnecessary thing they ever did?
How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)
The funniest scene they had?
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☆ a s m o party night! *˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.
warnings: alcohol mention | drunk mc | a party scene, ofc (horrific!!!!!!) | but gn reader as always >_<)7 and maybe some typos i dunno
♡ you had never actually considered going to one of those “asmo parties”—spending so much of your time exhausted from devildom antics, swamped with language homework you couldn’t make sense of, and the overall overwhelm of your exchange, you just couldn’t find the time or energy to look into it. this particular asmo party, however, was going to celebrate his birthday making this asmo party even more asmo themed: everyone should wear as much pink as possible and glam themselves up as much as their pretty little bodies could handle. something about that made you feel giddy and annoyed at the same time, not really knowing whether or not it was a good idea to go.
♡ that night had been filled with an electricity you hadn’t been used to as well. unconsciously, you really wanted to impress asmo, and wanted to make sure you looked good in front of all the guests he loosely called his friends. maybe his sin was peppered in the air, you hoped people would look at you and know that you knew asmo in ways that they would never think to imagine, that you had seen him really cry or that you had even seen him with a bandaid over a pimple on his forehead (thought you hadn’t ever seen the actual pimple). that your proximity to him would incite anything in them: anger, jealousy, awe, admiration. maybe that feeling was new, maybe it wasn’t. the venue was dark with varying shades of pink and white neon lights, all sorts of beings were pressed together in a way on alcohol could make cozy, the sound of the music drummed deep in your chest making your own heartbeat unrecognizable. you wondered is this the right idea? since you would, undoubtedly, see asmo again in the morning at home and would wish him happy birthday then, instead of watching him turn over a new year at midnight tonight. he thought himself to be the whole world like this, it made you smile how strange he truly was.
♡ the only worry you had was whether or not you would get to see asmo at all! the air was hot and sticky, the people around were singing and yelling and laughing and all of their faces were unrecognizable to you. there’s no earthly way someone could have actually known this many people, but then you supposed asmo had thousands of years to make friends. or maybe he hadn’t. there was also a surprising amount of humans at this party which lifted your spirits slightly: there would be something other than demonus here tonight. worming your way through the crowd, you found the bar, the bartenders all wearing paper masks with asmo’s smiling face on them. definitely weird, definitely on brand. asking asmo number five for something from the human realm, they poured you something pink and shimmery and you downed it in haste. it definitely was not champagne. but you couldn’t ignore the warmth and…..and confidence it was giving you. you asked for another.
♡ the ‘countdown to asmo day’ was projected on a screen behind the dj, ten minutes and fifty-four seconds. how long had you been here? this whole thing suddenly feels really funny. you start to giggle with a sparkly drink in your hand. hey when did you order this drink? hehe. it tasted sooooo good though maybe someone gave it to you with a smile because you looked sooo pretty tonight? hehe. well, you knew better than to drink an open drink anyway. you blinked slowly and staggered backwards bumping bodies with someone, not uncommon. giggling again you turned to apologize. oh! you found him! asmo! he had a wide eyed expression. “what’re you doing here? and like this too?” he gracefully stole the glass from your hand and smiled. “you look gorgeous” he added. hehe asmo was always so forward wasn’t he? you could smell demonus on him, but you really couldn’t tell he had been drinking at all. and what sort of question was that? what other reason could there be to go to an asmo party? that made him laugh in a way that made you swoon in a way you normally wouldn’t allow. maybe he hadn’t noticed maybe he had. asmo told you he was flattered you came this time after many many months of asking you to attend one. wishing you two had walked in together to turn heads and gain gasps from his audience. somehow you were just sober enough to roll your eyes at such a statement, but unable to tell if it was bass or butterflies in your stomach.
♡ the ‘asmo day’ timer ticked on minutes went by that he stood and talked with you. you don’t remember when he had taken your hand in the conversation, whether to steady or you because he liked doing so you didn’t have the mind to wonder. your drink still in his hand like an accessory. anger burned in your chest inexplicably—why was he down here talking with you? shouldn’t he have been on stage taking in the excitement when the asmo-faced ball dropped down the miniature tower? you had been shouting over the music all night, so maybe your tone hadn’t changed when you said this. asmo kept on smiling at you, but his eyes softened. “i really wish i would’ve known you were here tonight.” he had leaned into your ear to say that. something in your chest burned again. what the hell is that supposed to mean? and shouldn’t he be up there hosting his party. he leaned in again. as much as this is an asmo party, the majority of it is mostly, he said to you, for show—the humans; the incubi; the demons; those sneaky, sneaky angels; they weren’t here for asmodeus, but for what he represents: unadulterated and limitless access to their deepest desires. asmo always found himself being incredulously honest with you, and here he was telling you that it wasn’t him they desired, but the desire itself kept them drawn to him. you blinked hard and he laughed. “unfortunately there’s no one else in the devildom who can host a party like i can, after attending an asmo party every other party will feel like a five year old’s birthday,” he spoke while waving that glass on the air, the glitter in it spun but not a drop sloshed out. “and besides, i’ve already gotten everything i wanted out of this party about ten minutes ago.” his smile morphed into a smaller, more intimate one. you couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else got smiles like this or if it was just for you. that shimmery drink hadn’t given you the confidence to ask him that.
♡ asmo was impressive, maybe you were truly seeing it for the first time. the atmosphere was both lighthearted and intense. all the bodies around found ways to flirt with each other, touch each other, give each other knowing looks before sneaking out of the crowds. you had even noticed a larger amount of eyes on you than usual and, without meaning to humble or self deprecating, you knew it was an effect of the party: the secret wants of someone bubbling beneath the surface of their everyday life was brought beneath asmo’s moonlight, unclothed, inspected, and accepted. encouraged, even. he looked over his unruly crowd with a pleasure of his own, something almost paternal in his eyes. you called to him again. the countdown had begun from thirty. when asmo turned to look at you, you noticed the way he looked at you. innocent. not that he thought of you in that sense, but that he hadn’t looked at you with the intention of eating you up. maybe it was that drink, but this really annoyed you. the crowd calling numbers annoyed you, the way people came and went touching asmo’s arms and shoulders and waist annoyed you, the fact that he felt like babysitting you in the crowd instead of putting on a show on stage annoyed you. also the way he trusted you with his secrets was starting to annoy you. half teetering, you leaned into his chest hoping to press your lips against his and to your bewilderment, he pulled away biting his own intensely. “you don’t understand it,” he panted “but i’ve really, really been holding back. because it’s you.” the look in his eyes where the ones you had been longing for. the countdown concluded in a series of cheers and applause, the crowd all pulling the ones nearest to them into lust filled kisses. only you and asmo stood staring at each other. the energy, the smell, his hand in yours, the look on his face…you leaned once again and said “did you really think you were the only one?”
#let me explain 1) i think most importantly i hate to write something that is out of character for (reader) but unfortunately i don’t know u#so…you know. but 2) i like to imagine that the closer asmo is to you the more he’s just friends with you the more he’s boring and serious#and wants to talk meaningfully with you (bc he seems to be close w satan who is no nonsense same for solomon) so i like the serious asmo who#likes to speak on the need for desire and than he must be incredibly nonjudgmental to be the lord over such a sin to not only hear#the potentially rotten disgusting horrible desires of someone *and* have the power to bring them to life for them (for a price ofc <3) as he#is a demon in his own rite. i also depicted this as a party but imagine asmo parties are much more depraved and that he oversees them with#an enormous smile but then maybe mc just really really really like bad boy types#but this is veryyyy different than what i usually write it’s much longer too but ive been thinking abt it for a while now..godspeed#things written#obey me! shall we date?#obey me#obey me asmo#obey me asmo x reader#obey me asmodeus#obm asmodeus#obey me x mc#obey me asmo fluff#obey me x reader#obey me fanfic#obey me fluff
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i miss u very much.. but pls take your time <3 i love the way you write.. it is so magical. Thank u koga themed tumblr writing acc user nezumeanie
you are so incredibly kind…..ive been busy lately but i do have some things planned for later on!
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♡ a little of your t i m e (lucifer ver):
no warnings. gn!reader. not proofread godspeed
☆ 2:22 am:
the door to the guest room, no, your room, is slowly and carefully opened. lucifer had planned only to peak inside but noticed your phone screen was shining brightly in front of your sleeping face. he sighed and walked up to the bed, gently lifting the ddd and turning it off. he shook his head and smiled, “they really stayed up watching fabsnap? no wonder they complain of headaches in the morning.” he thought, shaking his head with a smile and readjusted the blankets over your shoulders.
☆ 11:46 pm:
you stand, lips pursed looking at the sight before you. lucifer had fallen asleep in his chair his arms were even crossed. if he was that tired shouldn’t he have just gone to bed? you let out a short chuckle and pull a spare blanket out of the closet. carefully, you tilt his head to the side hoping he won’t be sore in the morning and drape the blanket across his folded arms. after stepping back to admire your work lucifer’s eyes flutter open. you remind him to go to sleep in his bed if he’s feeling tired. “don’t be mistaken, i wasn’t sleeping nor am i tired. i was simply resting my eyes,” he says. regardless under your watchful eye he finds his way under the covers, hoping to persuade you to join him.
#swd pay me for promoting fabsnap sheesh#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#obm lucifer#obm lucifer x reader#obey me luci x reader#obey me fanfic#obey me headcanons#obey me x mc#hello
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obey me c a s u a l t o u c h ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
no warnings | gn!mc | not proofread <_<
♢ in the hustle and bustle of the devildom on the weekends, you always find yourself pushing through crowds in the street markets to buy groceries for the week. after being bumped into for the umpteenth time, you decide to let your step fall behind lucifer’s, that way if you were to be separated you could still see his large head above the crowd and make your way back to him. sensing your presence move from beside him, lucifer stops walking turning to look at you. “make sure not to get lost” he puts a light hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of him as to not lose sight of you. occasionally, you’ll feel his hands on your shoulders moving you forward without letting you stray from him.
♢ you and mammon sit shoulder to shoulder staring at the black screen of his ddd. there wasn’t any reason to be nervous, but mammon was anxiously awaiting to hear from his agent if he had booked a new gig—an small role in a new d-drama. the acclamation was one thing, the money another, mammon hadn’t stopped talking abt it since his audition. finally his screen lit up: an email notification. he opened it slowly and yelled “we did it!!! we did it! oh man, you’re my good luck charm we gonna be so rich!!!!” he threw his arms around you and jumped in a circle, mammon’s happiness is your happiness as well.
♢ in front of the computer screen, one hand on the mouse other on the keyboard, levi kept giving you directions on where to go and what to do even though he said he would let you play the game yourself. “wait, wait if you turn around and walk through tht wall there’s a secret cave full of ss grade items! no, no turn around argh” he puts his hand on your shoulder and points in the opposite direction in which you were moving “literally it’s a wall covered in vines. i found it on accident my seventeenth time playing through it hahahah that was the round i completed the fastest…” his story is much harder to follow when his voice is this close to you, but you never want to miss his words.
♢ many food ingredients in the devildom remind you of things you can find back home in the human realm, so you decide to try and recreate a meal you already know. while stirring the pot, you feel someone approach you from behind “hmm? what is it that you’re making?” it’s satan it’s his head titled to the side. he had placed his hand on the counter trapping your waist between himself and the stove, his other hand placed on his hip in curiosity. his fingers tapped on the marble, his eyebrows furrowed and unfurrowed. you dipped the spoon in and brought it to his lips to taste.
♢ there were so many formal events held at diavolo’s castle you began wondering if it really was so imperative that you and everyone had to attend every single one. racing down the hallway, you hear asmo’s voice “oii your tag is sticking out. sigh, come here, come here!” you stop in your tracks, your hands shooting to the back of your formal attire. you can hear asmo chuckling. “let me see〜” one hand gracefully touches your side, the other you feel down your collar tucking your tag back into place. “this is perfect timing,” he says from behind you, “i need someone to help me zip my dress♪”
♢ without you asking, beel takes bottle from you hand and twists the lid off for you. “humans are so fragile” he mentions and hands it back to you, not tht you needed his help to open a bottle of raspberry juice. with that thought in mind, you managed to spilled some down your chin. are you a child? beel chuckles to himself, putting one hand on the top of your head, the other takes out a handkerchief and wipes it off for you. punctuating his handiwork with a head rub he adds “humans are so clumsy, too.” you drink your juice more carefully this time.
♢ a new cafe was opening downtown! the first hundred patrons would receive a mystery prize and a free parfait topping! while scrolling devilgram you saw the post and called belphie over to look. he places his head on your shoulder to look over your shoulder at your phone. “ah, im pretty sure that’s the same place i was talking to you about last week? when i said we should eat a strawberry parfait together” he lazily drapes his arm around your shoulder. though, you’re sure he did not ask you to eat desert together, maybe he had dreamt about it.
#sheesh i think this took a long time?#things written#obey me#obey me! shall we date?#obm#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me headcanons#obm lucifer#obm mammon#obm leviathan#obm satan#obm asmodeus#obm beelzebub#obm belphegor#obey me! x reader#obey me fanfic#im not sure how 2 tag haha
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♡⃣ v a l k y r i e ’ s simple affection is shown by…𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ
….basking in your presence. mika is content anywhere as long as you’re the person beside him. running errands with you goes beyond being a favorite pastime of his, it’s a genuine honor of his to be allowed to spend the most mundane hours of life with you. holding your grocery bags while talking about the colors in the advertisements you’ve seen in store windows, making up names and stories for puppies seen tied to cafe tables outside, predicting the weather, discussing how intelligent humans are for inventing things for even the smallest of inconveniences—in the silence between topics mika thanks that god over and over again that someone could love a half broken product like him. he feels truly blessed by you, especially if you find the right time to rub his head or scratch under his chin. in the small times you spend together, he blushes so much around you that you begin to believe he really is just a cherry cheeked kind of boy
….pinching your cheek and clicking his teeth. only you can hear the care in shu’s nagging, the softness in his correction. only he can see the hair on your head that’s out of place, the tag sticking out of your shirt. brushing a hair out of your face while your hands are full, fastening your necklace for you after you’ve fumbled with the latch for a minutes or so, retying your shoes for you mumbling about how childish you truly are—shu can’t admit it but he really does enjoy just taking care of you. you’re a precious artifact to him, something that needs delicate hands and a proper home. taking note of the colors you wear often, the times of year you sneeze the most, the kind of drinks that you cringe at, whether or not you enjoy the guitar and if he should find ways to incorporate into his work..even in his own little world, there remains a spot for you. somehow you’re approval has also become vital to his projects, knowing you believe in his genius gives his a sense of pride like he’s never felt when he’s done this alone. after so many years of safe and cold porcelain skin, shu never realized how strong his craving was to feel something so warm and inviting until now
#hello……..not me having issues writing itsuki again 🥴 hi#but i said before itsuki’s affection is all corrective….well thts all i can find it in me to say rn#kagehira is both catlike & golden retriever-like in a way i can’t put into the right words#like ‘eager to please’ but ‘throughly enjoys parallel play’ hahah#idk i think he’s sweet is all#i think he’s a little stingy w money though i think he would turn bright red and ask to split the check hahhaha#but itsuki would pay even if he didn’t have the money bc he’s delusional (doesn’t know how money works) (or doesn’t care abt how money works#very very removed from reality….ah okay no more talking abt itsuki 😵💫#idk i don’t have anything else to say#things written#ensemble stars#enstars fanfic#valkyrie enstars#enstars fluff#mika kagehira#mika kagehira x reader#shu itsuki x reader#valkyrie x reader#shu itsuki#valkyrie ensemble stars#enstars#itsuki shu#kagehira mika#enstars headcanons#mika kagehira fluff#shu itsuki fluff#mika kagehira headcanon
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𓆸 s t i l l d o l l
no warnings. gn reader. not proofread ☆〜（ゝ。∂）
❝ you start to feel like you spent a lot of time taking care of mika when it came to the normal every day annoyances of being an idol—signing contracts, booking meetings, reminding him to set timers and mark calendars for said meetings—so much so that he finds the simplest ways to catch you off guard ❞
𖣯 mika had a gracefulness that always felt unearthly. when the stars would align for you to catch him in practice, secretly looking through the small window of the door, you could see him moving with his eyes closed to the rhythm of the violin. or maybe the violin followed his instructions, his fingertips drawing out the sound as he twisted and turned his facial expressions setting the mood. to call him mesmerizing was a violent understatement the world faded into nothing when you could witness him in that state
𖣯 the same could be said for the somber tone in his voice, the sound of standing in the rain waiting for someone to come home to you. hearing him sing clearly gave your heart reason to move, your head slowly leaning towards the side….are you swooning? there’s an air of confidence he inherits on stage you never get to see when he sits with you in the es cafeteria passing a jelly bean onto your plate, maybe it’s for your own benefit to see his blushing face everyday instead
𖣯 and you’re grateful for his skittish affection, because you do get to see his serious countenance on occasion. when you’re either lucky or unlucky enough (in your opinion) to become his mannequin for the weekend for a new commission, you get a glimpse of the intensity his eyes could hold. while he makes adjustments to the garment, biting the inside of his cheek, tilting his head to get the right angle, admiring or disapproving his work, all you can do is think of much he smells of peppermints and how easily he touches your waist without a second thought. you still burn hot underneath his gaze, even if it’s on his creation. between his singing, dancing, sewing, eyes, hands, prescence, maybe mika is a completely different person than you originally thought? well, the thought crossed your mind until you noticed mika had pricked his finger while threading the needle without noticing, now you’re going to have to get your first aid kit.
#it’s kind of rusty but#that kagehira is four dimensional he could hypnotize you if he wanted to but he’s too nice that’s what i think#(and what i think is law etc)#but im half asleep i won’t apologize if it’s bad though#enstars fluff#enstars fanfic#valkyrie enstars#ensemble stars#valkyrie ensemble stars#mika kagehira#mika kagehira x reader#valkyrie x reader#things written
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Hey Korka I saw a thing so of course I have to shu-ify it because it can fit this idiot who never says what he actually thinks unless it's strictly necessary.
Anyway thinking about something going wonky with some thing or other and being able to hear Shu's inner voice... Like getting to hear his actual feelings with a sort of echo effect after he says his usual harsh words... Maybe using that to your advantage to tease him a little bit and fluster him while making it not completely obvious so he doesn't evaporate on the spot
I think we don't have to really use any logic because "Well, we just want to see it happen!!" is enough. For the sake of an argument, let's imagine uhhhhhhh [checks notes] the time and space matter is falling apart because of the perpetual timeloop and it's showing in the fact that Shu's thoughts are now shared with whoever he's speaking to in the moment. We could bring up the idea of a soulmate AU, but I won't torture you tonight.
idk the word count i wrote it directly in post (so no spellchecker! should be fun!!) and i . didn't really plan on doing that.
Shu's usual biting remarks - something that takes lots of getting used to, and even then can hurt quite a lot. It's not like he wants to be mean, but that's how he comes across to most. To most, with a few notable exceptions, to most except to those who, after all, know him.
But it takes practice to know how to translate Shu's words, to know that his "Even a child could do it" doesn't necessarily mean you're stupid so you should be able to do it - it doesn't mean that he considers you on the level of the imaginary child he is mentioning, but that he expects someone of your skills and knowledge to be able to breeze through it. To know that his scoffs and "Don't bother me" and "I'm only doing this because it'd be an inconvenience to me otherwise" are just ways of masking his own care for you. That his scoffs are to hide his smiles, his shooing of you just a way to make sure he's not distracted by wanting to talk to you, that he just cannot come clean about his true intentions - it's not in his nature to show vulnerability.
And one day, all that practice, all that difficulty is just. Gone. And suddenly you have access to Shu's inner thoughts. How? Who knows. The author doesn't particularly care, either. But the reality is that you were left sitting in your seat, listening to Shu berating you for not bringing an umbrella, yet very much hearing the echo of, what would I do if you got sick? Why do you always insist on worrying me like this? And how were you supposed to pair it to "Are you a moron? Do you not check the weather like an adult before leaving the house?!"
Easily. By batting your eyelashes at him, by saying, "Sorry, did I worry you?"
He paused in his berating, mid-sentence, mid-calling-you-an-imbecile. Eyes widened, mouth still left half-open. Is that the faintest rosiness of a blush you see on his cheeks? "Don't be ridiculous. Whether you get sick or not is none of my business, but think about the work you'd be pushing onto others because of your lack of care. It is highly irresponsible."
Yet the echo was panicking. Panicking! Screaming, is it that obvious? Am I that obvious? I don't look worried, do I?
You may have just found your entertainment for today.
"Well, I just forgot my umbrella. I'm sorry, but I don't think I deserve to be called names for it," you defended yourself, just wanting to see if he'd think anything vaguely remorseful.
"I'm simply stating facts. Forgetting such a trivial thing makes you seem dumber than you are." - If you feel bad about being called names, then quit behaving so carelessly.
Well, Shu will always be Shu.
I hate making you feel bad, too. I wish you would smile at me."
And wasn't that your perfect sign? Your wonderful cue to shoot him the brightest, most blinding smile known to humanity, in such perfect timing. And as if an arrow had struck him, he froze. Even his thoughts - empty. But he was under your effect, that was certain, with that faint blush easily deepening, splashing his cheeks in a far more noticeable way. In a way that was, quite frankly, very taking-advantage-of-able.
"Are you okay? You're looking a bit red?"
Don't come closer, don't come closer, don't come closer, DON'T-
Of course you came closer. Of course you placed your hand on his forehead, pressing ever so lightly. "Do you have a fever?"
"NO! I'm fine. Don't touch me!" Though he attempted to swat your hand away, it was clearly rather low-effort, and your hand remained on his forehead. He almost leaned into it, and you could hear words so unfitting of Shu's voice, yet undeniably in his voice. Ah~ Your hand is so soft... I wish time would stop so you would never pull away... It's so warm...
What a capricious man.
"You're burning up, Shu! And you scolded me about getting sick..."
"I'm not sick, I told you! Let go this instant!" Please don't let go please don't let go please don't let go
"Why don't you move away? Nobody's holding you." Really, nobody was. You only kept your hand on his forehead, but he was free to even just take a single step backwards. But you knew the reason. And he knew the reason as well.
The blush spread to the tip of his ears, making him look nothing less than like a rose in bloom. Or an embarrassed tomato.
"You're not sick? So what's with your face? You're red all over. Could it be you're embarrassed?" You happily watched his composure crumble, his breathing turn uneven, his eyes trembling. What's happening?
Suddenly, his cheeks were cupped, squished until his mouth was stuck in a pout. A most undignified state that had him scrambling, trying to push your hands away, but ultimately it was a fruitless endeavor. What's happening!??!?!
"You're so cute."
"UNHAND ME!" But, like a puppy, his thoughts just repeated the compliment over and over. I'm cute... I'm cute...? He seemed to enjoy it, his heart pounding in his ears at the words, at your touch, at how close your faces were.
"You're adorable. Do you like it when I compliment you like that?"
I love it
"You do, don't you? So cute."
A loud smooch to his cheek. And his knees buckled. Pathetically.
"Wha-what is the meaning of this? You're behaving most inappropriately and-!"
"Are you crying?"
"I'm NOT!"
He was not... technically. The tears that collected in the corners of his eyes were those of frustration with himself, frustration with the situation. I would want for nothing more than to embrace you and kiss you, but... Even his thoughts hadn't a ready excuse. It was simply not something that would be in his nature. But I could never take the lead with such acts.
And isn't that all you needed to know to grab his face once more, albeit less like a fussy baby's and more gently now, to cup his jaw and press your lips against his? To cradle his face in your hands, to feel his body tensing up for a mere moment, before his arms caught hold of your shoulders, attempting to ground himself. His breathing evening once more, though his heart continued pounding hard enough that you could feel it against your own chest. And his inner monologue nothing but an unending scream of, what you assumed to be, excitement. It probably wouldn't be horror, else he wouldn't have been kissing back as fervently as he was. Pulling away was equally as entertaining as listening to his inner screaming throughout the kiss, rather, watching him quickly trying to mask his softened features back into a frown, getting ready to scold you, but... No words came out.
"You..! You..! You.....!" He tried his best, he really did. I cannot believe you did that i cannot believe we did that that was so good that was great i want to do that again i never want to be away from you i want to hug you more i want to kiss you more i want to
"Me? Me? Me?" You mocked, a victorious smile on your face, knowing you had one over him. Him, who was still out of breath, tried as he did to hide it. "You're that into me, huh?"
At this point, he had the bright idea to hide his face.
"I already saw how red you are, no use hiding it now. Come kiss me again."
Peeking through his fingers, no, glaring through his fingers. He pondered on a response for a second, face still heating up, embarrassment still evident. But, for once, his thoughts and words overlapped, "Can I?"
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𐐪𐑂 B a d H a b i t s 𐐪𐑂
no warnings | gn reader | fluff | uh...not proofread __φ(。。)
Shu Itsuki has a few bad habits, including the fact that he doesn’t realize how heart fluttering they can be
❝ Shu hasn’t quite realized it but he’s become attached to you in a strange way. Inadvertently, he’s made you a part of his daily routine, his dreams and ambitions…❞
…and his afternoon cafe runs.
ఌ Though his concentrated face while mulling over his stage designs are heart fluttering, the issue lies (as he would say) with y o u. ‘Ah, is there a hole in your chin? How did you get icing there? You’re this old already how haven’t you learned how to eat properly yet?’ Shu always presses your cheeks between his elegant fingers, takes his napkin, and wipes off the remains of your cinnamon bun while scolding you. His hands feel a little cold but soft and after knowing him for so long you can only hear the warmth in his voice. You can’t help but think it’s a little unfair—he’s already talking to you about something different while your heart is still pounding in your chest.
ఌ His bad habits also follow the both of you out in public. It looks like there’s a brand new craft store across the street from the cafe, though it’s wares look a little cheap it’s still worth a trip inside! You always have to walk a little faster to keep pace with Shu when he spots something interesting, smiling slightly while listening to him talk about how long lasting cashmere can be if you treat your clothing with care. When you can’t fast enough Shu finds himself sighing and grabbing your wrist to make sure you don’t fall behind. ‘It’s important for you to know these things! And you’re walking to slowly! How can you do your job properly if you can’t manage to make it from one end to the other without assistance?’ Because he’s still walking ahead of you, you can safely give him a lovelorn look, why does he hold your wrist but not your hand?
ఌ Possibly his worst habit rears it’s head in the small craft store aisles……besides openly criticizing the fabric and jewelry making supplies for being stiff and unmanageable. There’s many other customers looking for ways to begin their seamster journeys. Too many. Whether Shu is a repellent or you are a magnet—people just won’t stop bumping into you. The thread aisle, the button aisle, the velcro aisle…Shu begins to huff like it was your fault. Placing an arm around your side he pulls you out of the way of another shopper, bumping your shoulders together. ‘Won’t you pay a little more attention?’ As if you could in a situation like this. His soap has just the faintest scent of linen & peonies, even though he smells like laundry in an open field something about it reminds you of star gazing. The only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of his hand around your upper arm keeping you out of “harms way”. It might be a blessing that he has a bad habit of not noticing when he manages to make you feel so flustered. ‘Stand right next to me. Ah, I can’t take you anywhere.’ …..He really has a bad habit of saying that, too.
#not it being 3am TT_TT hello〜#sorry i didn’t realize ppl were following this blog…#but i got struck by lighting#no w inspo struck w inspo#aha#but ig i got over my weirdness abt writing abt itsuki but there’s just a specific kind of relationship u can have a him#bc he’s so……Like That hahaha or what i mean is#his casual intimacy is always in a corrective way but never in an affectionate way because he has a hard time with affection#which may b confusing but praise & affection are separate things so he may like it when ppl talk abt how intelligent and creative he is but#admiring someone looking up to someone is much much different than liking and loving those are scary concepts#so it takes a lot of years of this sort of ‘im dating him & he doesn’t know’ until he could even entertain the idea of liking u TT_TT like#maybe if u had been born a porcelain doll things could be different hahahah im kidding! it’s been so long now that he calls u and tells u#his unfinished works and that’s a big deal you know#uh…wait how do i tag again?#things written#ensemble stars#enstars fanfic#enstars fluff#valkyrie enstars#shu itsuki x reader#shu x reader#shu itsuki#enstars x reader#valkyrie ensemble stars#enstars headcanons
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✥ A u t u m n a l C h a n g e s ✥
fluff. no warnings. gender neutral reader. (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
how does itsuki shu change with the seasons?
Shu is someone who means what he says, and says what he means—that was your first impression of him was. It didnt take very long to realize you had on seen the dinged up hardcover of him and not the delicate pages that lie inside.
𓍯 He was cold in the wintertime, at least to you. It was the first time you had ever been told ‘shoo’ but another human being. Unbelievable!!! But you had watched him from across the road chasing after someone to return the wallet the dropped, hastily turning away from them mumbling about wasting his time and getting off schedule; you has seen him tying the scarf around his unit mate’s neck with care; you had felt his cool, gentle hand wrap a bandaid on your finger after pricking it on a needle. You couldn’t even hear him fussing at you over the sound of your own heartbeat.
𓍯 Your curiosity only bloomed brightly in the spring time, at least for him. Glimpses of his generosity weren’t enough anymore, you kept looking for him even if you didn’t mean to. The menu at the coffee shop, the stuffed pink bear on display at the mall, the violin playing in the museum…everything reminded you of that ever present scowl on his face. He began letting you ramble on about unnecessary things sitting with his chin in his hand. You couldn’t tell which one of you kept touching your pinky fingers together.
𓍯 His laugh boomed in the summertime, at least for you. You were lucky to watch his plans come into fruition, the watch his concepts come to life. He contacted you first, talking so quickly, and hanging up before you could even get a word in. It was so warm: when did you become the first person he needed to tell? He remembered your favorite iced drink and ordered for you before you arrived, complaining about how important it is to be on time. You tried to look as naive as possible while he asked you what your favorite summertime flower is, and if you had time to meet next week.
𓍯 You felt safe in the autumn hours, at least with him. Especially while wearing the dainty gold bracelet he bought for you on your birthday. Your handmade apple pastries always tasted better when you ate them with him. One of your hands always warmed by one of his. The world always seemed to slow down this time of year but you didn’t mind; the world could stop and you wouldn’t mind. “Stop letting your mind mind wander and pay attention to me!” He said to you. “It will be wintertime before you even realize! Ah time really does pass by so quickly…”
#eugh idk how i feel much abt this one#ensemble stars#enstars fanfic#enstars fluff#valkyrie enstars#shu itsuki x reader#shu x reader#valkyrie x reader#valkyrie fluff#valkyrie fanfic#things written
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D e s c r i p t i o n s *ੈ✩‧₊˚
fluff. no warnings. gender neutral reader. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o
how might one describe that elusive sakuma rei ?
⬧ If someone were to ask you how you might describe Rei, you would have to say f u n! His personality is sweeping even in his old age he still craves an unpredictable life, so your life becomes unpredictable by association. Your nights are filled to the brim with wonder and conversation, there’s new ways to understand this extraordinary world because you’re lucky enough to see it all through his eyes. When you let yourself listen carefully, he teaches you things you might not have even noticed you cared about; finding yourself in unknown places learning random cultural practices while taking the look in his eyes in small doses for your heart’s sake.
⬧ If someone were to ask you how you might describe Rei, you would have to say r e a s s u r i n g. When the hum of his comforting words ring in the ear you have pressed against his chest, it starts to become hard to remember what was even upsetting you. His embrace is always warm but never because of his body temperature. Something about him keeps reminding you of melted chocolate, maybe it’s his scent? The sweetness of him can’t stop you from feeling a little melancholy sometimes, if only he’d stop goofing around and let you comfort him in return.
⬧ If someone were to ask you how you might describe Rei, you would have to say b e a u t i f u l. Or rather you want to describe him as d a n g e r o u s. The emotion he has for you somedays don’t feel like they hold a candle to the trance you’re under when he’s around. His profile while playing the guitar…the way his fingers twist the hair tie to make a ponytail…when he yawns and lays his head on the conference table, eyelids slowly opening and closing…what was the point of all this again? Rei can sleep well during the day knowing just how tightly he has you wrapped around his finger.
⬧ If someone were to ask Rei how he might describe you, he would have to say you’ve managed to become someone he absolutely f e a r s. The way his heart stirs when you exhaust yourself staying awake on the phone at night with him, when you carelessly lean closer to him to point something out in his contracts, when he notices your adorable little nervous ticks and teases you just one more time to see them—he can’t help but feel sick with worry. His ever growing attachment to you only adds to his anxiety of letting you down someday…He knows that he should keep you at arm’s length for your sake, but he can’t help it when you both lean into each other while laughing— you just aren’t someone he can let go of. He’s always just as nervous and jittery as you are, but while drunk on the color of your eyes in the moonlight he still takes your hand in gentle confidence for his heart’s sake.
im kidding rei would never admit that aloud to anyone but holds all his emotions inside just like always～ happy halloween!
#ah rei…..stupid old man#ensemble stars#enstars fanfic#enstars fluff#undead enstars#undead ensemble stars#rei sakuma#rei sakuma x reader#rei x reader#undead x reader#things written
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baking with mika ｡.｡:∞♡*
fluff. no warnings. gender neutral reader (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
❝ It’s no secret, of course, that Mika is not that great at baking…❞
֍ It’s no secret, of course, that Mika is not that great at baking. When he looks at you with sparkling eyes and excited hands asking you if he could help you make cupcakes for your event you don’t have the heart to tell him no, you could use the help anyway!
֍ Working next to Mika in the kitchen gives you such a nostalgic feeling. He hums absent mindedly; and maybe he really is absent minded! The dough in his mixer is looking lumpy and stiff, rolling around the beater like a ball of dry clay. Maybe you should’ve asked him to make sure use level scoops of flour. And what are those black spots in the batter did he add chocolate chips? Or maybe they’re raisins? You’re starting to wonder if he read the recipe at all!
֍ But Mika is so kind and soft hearted, how can you tell him how concerned you are about the state of the desserts and the ES fanmeet that quickly approaches! You really hate to discourage him, especially when it’s taken this long for him to speak with you peacefully. With a weary smile you tell Mika that is cake batter is starting to look a little…interesting. He gives you an exaggerated sigh. “I was startin ta wonder why yer batter looks so silky smooth compared ta mine…ngah I just keep messin things up!”
֍ You shake your head gently and offer to help him through the recipe, step by step. Reading through each line and double checking the salt and sugar jars was time consuming, but Mika’s flour covered cheeks and hands is such an innocent and dreamy sight. He starts to hum again while softening the butter. The warmth in the room, was really only coming from the oven? His crooked smile inspires you to make a lavender colored icing to decorate with. And you can’t seem to find any chocolate chips or raisins on Mika’s work station.
#epilogue: somehow you’ve both only managed to make twelve cupcakes each and have to call hinata & ritsu after all it’s no secret that theyre#both better bakers than either of you are ehehhe#pardon the mid tierity of it all#ensemble stars#valkyrie enstars#mika kagehira#mika kagehira x reader#mika x reader#enstars fluff#enstars fanfic#mika kagehira fluff#things written
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omg i just saw this blog ! and while i am not in this particular fandom i’m so happy to see you getting into writing and developing your craft !
ah thank you! ^_^
#i just started getting bored and wanted a creative outlet so i picked something#always hope you’re doing well!!! really!#answered#yeehawvamp
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How valkyrie might hold you… ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*･:*:｡･:*:･ﾟ
No warnings? and g/n reader have fun
☾ Mika holds you with c a u t i o n. Not because he fears he may break or damage you, but because he’s still learning to trust in himself. His words, his thoughts, his actions…Mika worries day and night what’s wrong what’s right, what’s normal and what’s still doll-like. He could never hide the tremor in his hands while they’re in the small of your back, brushing hair out of your face, wondering aloud what kind of treats he might buy for the both of you at the convenience store later this afternoon. His caution will always inadvertently morph into a soft almost unnoticeable kind of possession, while he sways you back and forth he silently wishes that your mind never wanders away from him, and that he can always be the most important to you. Still secretly wishing finally he can become someone’s favorite doll.
☾ Shu holds you with r e l u c t a n c e. Not because he hates to be held, but he because is still learning to be loved. He had to be slowly introduced to your embrace—from fussing about you sticking to him to craving your subtle warmth when he feels frustrated and burnt out. He let’s you snake your arms around his abdomen with a straight face only turning to hold you back when his heart settles enough to speak properly. Shu may sigh often in the crook of your neck; maybe map out his schedule for the day. His touch is always light, you are precious to him after all, gentle brushes on your arms and running a comforting hand down your back as if you were the one who desperately needed him and not the other way around. That smile, the one without any airs, he gives you in a moment like this is always worth taking the initiative of taking him in your arms.
#hm…#well….kagehira’s hand tremors is a headcanon you’re going to literally have to pry out of my cold dead hands#but i imagine kagehira had a firm hand and itsuki a feathery one—like if you’re holding hands?#also i built the motif on accident but i love repeating lines and verses n things haha#enstars#ensemble stars#mika x reader#mika kagehira#mika kagehira x reader#shu itsuki#shu itsuki x reader#valkyrie enstars#valkyrie x reader#things written
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A Short Midnight Watlz
no warnings??????? actually one warning: shumika
idk how many words im sorry
“Ya put yer hand here, on ma shoulder like this,” Mika began, he didn’t try to hide the stars in his eyes. He had decided all on his own to teach Shu how to waltz, even though Shu already knew how to do so. Shu felt a little strange, he hadn’t been taught to follow in dance, only to lead it.
“Kagehira, I know how this works, haven't I told you this already? And don’t you think this position is a bit odd?”
“Eh? What’s wrong wit it? Oshi-san let’s dance together~” Before Shu could find the words to protest, the two began twirling around Mika’s empty bedroom.
They danced in a slow motion—one, two, two, three, one, two, three—not even the sound of their graceful footsteps could be heard between the hard wood floors and the decorative carpet near the beds. Their eyes stayed locked on each other as one does while partner dancing, but Mika had a sort of enchantment in his eyes…the magnetism that he usually saved for the stage created an atmosphere in the room that made Shu feel uneasy. Shu’s heart wavered while being led in what he felt was an entrancing dance. Mika had grown so much in such a short amount of time, he felt, where did he learn to gaze at someone with such allure? There was something Mika’s eyes were saying that Shu wasn’t entirely sure he understood; the act of it all seemed to make Shu feel slightly uncomfortable in ways he couldn’t explain. Shu stepped forward on instinct, stepping on Mika’s foot and causing them both to topple onto the ground.
Mika managed to land on all fours hovering over Shu, his shoulders shook slightly. Had he twisted his wrist trying to break the fall? Shu’s eyes widened with worry.
“K-Kagehira…?” He placed a hand on Mika’s shoulder. Mika raised his face, laughing.
“ ‘M sorry, Oshi-san, I shouldn’t’ve dropped ya like that,” he said. His smile relieved Shu, though none of it found a way to show on his face.
“Well, it was partly my fault too, I suppose I’m just not used to being led in a dance like this,” Shu explained sheepishly. Mika just shook his head.
“En, then it’s botha our faults,” he said. There was a pause, neither of them knew where to pick up from here. Their relationship to each other was always like this—they could never figure out the right steps. Though they both cared for and respected each other as equals, unitmates, even friends, they were consistently off kilter. Maybe that was just the charm they shared. Shu bit his lip, thinking carefully about how to word what he wanted to say.
“Kagehira…you know how we made a promise to not lie to each other anymore? To not keep any secrets from one another?” He started slowly, though he didn’t think Mika would be upset with him after confessing. Mika moved to sit next to Shu on the floor. He never gave Shu half of his attention, he never gave Shu half of anything. “I must apologize, I lied to you again recently. That day you held your solo live…I told you my flight got delayed and that I had missed the performance. I had disguised myself in the audience so that I could watch it in full without you knowing.”
Mika blinked at Shu. Shu was confident that Mika wouldn’t have been upset with him, but now he wasn’t so sure. At that time, Mika looked so shocked and embarrassed to see him after the performance, Shu lied to him thinking it would make him feel at ease. The date for the performance had coincided with a date for the show Shu was making costumes for, and the two had discussed multiple times how disappointed they were, while Shu had planned in secret to visit and watch the live anyway. He hadn’t expected Mika to make such an expression when seeing him afterwards. Shu now wanted to steer the conversation away from that night.
“Something else I noticed, however, is that you had kept a small keychain in the pocket of your costume as you wore it onstage—”
“Nnah ya weren’t s’pose ta see that!!” Mika interrupted, waving his hands in the air. Shu could only smile at him.
“This is something I can understand. I, too, carry reminders of the people I miss while I’m away. But the fact is that to carry something like that onstage is unprofessional, Kagehira! If it were to fall out of your pocket while dancing wouldn’t that ruin the performance? Valkyrie makes no mistakes, no stage can be any less than perfect.” Shu scolded his unit mate. Mika was always so close to getting it right. Mika sighed and murmured his agreements. “Though, while seeing you indiscreetly removing that toy from your coat pocket while putting your costume away I came up with an idea for you to carry a reminder with you the next time you decide to hold a solo live. As much as I would like to, I cannot manage to see them all.”
Shu pulled a small indigo velvet box from his pocket, and chuckled to himself as Mika’s eyes grew wide with stars. He opened it and pulled out a ring. A plain silver ring. The design itself was so boring, Shu couldn’t believe he would allow himself to present such a dull thing as a gift to someone he treasured as much as this, but the nightmare of Mika wearing jewelry that clashed with his outfit to every meeting, movie shooting, interview, and now live performance with Valkyrie’s name attached gave him shivers. So the safest option was to opt for something simple that could always compliment any outfit. Shu himself hoped that Mika would wear it at every occasion, a small little reminder that Mika could still be classified as his.
“Can…can I see it?” Starry eyed Mika tentatively reached his hand out to hold the ring. Shu only chuckled to himself again while handing it over. It was just a plain silver ring, but Mika held it like a delicate baby bird. “Uwah there’s somethin’ written on the inside? ‘S that french oshi-san? Ngah I can’t understand what it says?”
“You ought to study more, Kagehira, though you’re correct there is French written on the inside of that ring. It says ‘l’éternité’ do you know what that means?” Shu asked. Mika hummed in frustration and shook his head. “And to believe you said so boldly to me things like ‘Valkyrie is eternal’…hand me the ring back.”
“O-oshi-san!”
“Oh I’m not going to keep it! Hand it to me, I’ll put it on for you,” Shu sighed and held out his hand. Mika was always so noisy! He took Mika’s hand and gently placed the ring on Mika’s finger, trying to ignore how aware he had become of his own breathing. Mika couldn’t hold his awe for a random solid piece of metal. And Shu couldn’t hold in the pride he felt while Mika wore something that bound them together in such a quiet way.
“Oshi-san ‘s beautiful, really, but why’d ya write the word on tha inside? Then no one’ll be able ta read it, right?” Mika didn’t even take his eyes off the ring while asking. He held his hand out in front of his face, fingers fanned out, in admiration. Shu leaned back on his hands and let his head fall to the side.
“That way this is a special little secret just kept between the two of us. What do you think about it, Kagehira?”
“Eh? Why ‘s there a second ring in the box then?”
“………” Shu hesitated, then admitted. “That one is mine.”
Mika’s eyes grew stars again.
“Then….can I..?” Mika asked sheepishly. Shu looked at him, and handed him the ring. Mika’s tremored hands held Shu’s and carefully placed the ring on his finger. They both looked at their hands held together, a long silver ring on both of their hands. Shu suddenly felt embarrassed.
“Alright you don’t have to turn this into such a big deal, Kagehira. And you’re in no position to relax right now, clearly you need more practice on how to lead a proper waltz! No woman will want to dance with you if you let them fall to the ground like this!” Shu exclaimed. He was scolding Mika, but Mika smiled expectantly at him. “I shall have to teach you myself!”
#in the prev tags i meant to say#kagehira originally practiced his waltz with naruko-chan～#things written
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having even just one person around to understand you
can be a saving grace… 𑁍
lyn & im 25
standard dni applies!
this is just a sideblog & barely exist on this blog
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