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Welcome

Hiya! Welcome to my blog. You can call me Moon. Here you will a series of reblogs from multiple fandoms that i’m interested in.

I’m female and go by she/her!

Fandoms you’ll find here:

• Haikyuu!
• FNAF: Security Breach
• MHA
• Twisted Wonderland
• Twisted Wonderland Pt. 2

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And i made a second one!

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Made my first TWST edit, wanted to share

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[azulashengrottospiano]

love me (for a while)

Genre/Tropes: Fluffy!! Fake dating, friends to lovers.

Summary: Deuce asks a favor of you. Date him to get Ace off his back, just for a week. Won't you love him, just for a little while?

Author's Comments: I wanted to write some fake dating stuff for Deuce plus Ace shenanigans, and it turned out to be really long. I also wrote this a week before I officially started playing Twisted Wonderland, and it's my first really long piece. It holds a special place in my heart. This was cross-posted on AO3 and Quotev!!

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“Can I ask a favor of you?” he asked, eyes shining in the darkness of your dorm.

“Sure.” you answered, awaiting a request to assist him with some scheme to get Ace out of trouble again.

A pause.

“Can you pretend to date me?” he blurted, the words smashed together like crushed raspberries (which would have been the same shade as his face.)

Silence.

Neither one of you spoke for a moment—Deuce, too anxious about your reaction, and you, too shocked to make sense of his words for a moment.

“What did you do this time?” you straightened up, amusement in your voice.

“I told Ace I wasn’t that inexperienced when he was teasing me about my lack of romantic relationships and he asked what I meant by that and I told him that I was dating you just to rub it in his face and he laughed at me and said there was no way and that he’d ask you about it tomorrow so I want to—”

“I’ll do it.” you patted him on the shoulder, successfully stopping his rambling.

“Really? You don’t have, I’m serious, this is my fault and I—”

“Deuce.”

“Huh?”

“It’s no problem. Really. Besides, I can’t wait to see the look on Ace’s face.” you snickered.

That was Sunday. Today was another day, the day when you put your plan into action and officially became Deuce’s fake partner.

Monday.

Monday is when it was announced.

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period comfort with katsuki!

you were walking home with your boyfriend. babbling on about your school day.

“and then kirishima got knocked on his ass by mina! he didn’t even see it coming!” you laughed.

“that’s what he gets for not paying attention.” he says, grabbing your hand.

“honestly, you’ve told him a mil-“ you grasp your stomach, hand slipping from katsuki’s grasp.

“mmmfh ow.” you groan.

katsuki freezes. he’s in protection mode now, eyes scanning over your body to asses any damages so he can make sure it’s okay to touch you.

“yn? what’s goin on?” he grabs your shoulders lightly before his hands slide up to your cheeks to try to make you look at him.

when you don’t respond with more than another groan he crouches down.

“hey. tell katsuki what’s wrong.” he’s trying to lightly pry your hands from your stomach so he can make sure there’s no wound.

“c-cramps. katsuki i cant- they’ve never- ow. they’ve never been this bad.” your hands fly back to your stomach.

“can you walk?” he says, rubbing the sides of your thighs, still crouched on the ground.

so unlike him. practically kneeling down and your feet, at your beck in call. in public.

you look at him, desperation evident in your stare.

“no i can’t- can’t move. katsuki please make it go away, please please please.” you whimper.

katsuki’s heart breaks a little at your words. he wants to take away your pain so bad.

“come on. it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he says, scooping you up.

you whine, but he knows you’ll feel better in bed.

he practically runs through the common room and into his dorm, with you, safe in his arms.

“there you go.” he says while laying you down on his sheets.

“what do you need?”

you sigh, pain alleviating slightly.

if you’re being completely honest katsuki putting aside his vulnerability issues because you’re in pain helps immensely.

“can you get me water, and one of your sweaters?” you pause.

“…and you please?” you smile sheepishly at him.

“anythin” he says, standing up to get you what you need.

while he’s occupied with that you slip into the bathroom to clean yourself with the products katsuki keeps under his bathroom sink for you.

when you get back you see katsuki holding exactly what you need, plus an ibuprofen.

“i know you didn’t ask for this but it should help.” he says handing you your water with the pill.

“thanks kats.” you say, swallowing the pill and downing your water.

“good. now get settled.” he says after handing you the sweater he gave you, it’s big, even when it’s on him. just what the doctor ordered.

he steps away from you to change into comfortable clothes and you strip into your underwear before throwing on the soft sweater.

sighing, you hop into bed, cramps returning. you find curling into a ball makes the pain bearable.

katsuki slips into his bed, sitting up against the headboard.

“c’mere.” he speaks, patting his lap.

you look up at him before sitting up and straddling him.

you whine from the pain of a new position and he rubs his warm hands up and down your bare thighs.

“still hurts?” he whispers.

“mhm- ow ow.” you clutch your stomach.

“i have an idea, move your hands.”

you look at him pointedly but move your hands anyway.

he lifts the sweater up and places one of his hands on your stomach.

it starts to heat up and your cramps start to ease off.

you sigh in content.

“you’re a genius.” you say, leaning forward to rest your forehead again his chest.

“damn right.” he grins and you laugh through your nose.

“thank you for taking care of me today.” you say, getting comfy on his lap.

“it’s my job.”

“still. you’re my favourite.” you look at him.

he turns his head away, pink dusting his cheeks.

“shut it.”

you giggle, eyes closing.

“mmm… goodnight.” you say, drifting off.

“it’s still daytime, sweets.”

“smart ass.” you mumble.

katsuki smiles.

“goodnight then.”

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—"IT WAS JUST TWO LOVERS" various

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⊹ [ tags ] — hurt/comfort fluff, insecurities, mentions of overthinking, past relationship, they are down bad◞

HE LEISURELY PEPPERS KISSES against your cheek, hands dragging up and down your sides as you giggle at his saccharine affections. Both of you were entangled in bed, legs and arms drawn together as you had fleeting conversations about whatever came to mind. 

"First love? Is that a term back in your world?" He murmurs, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. Your lover wraps his arms tight around you, pulling your body flush against his.

A tender laugh leaves your lips as you thread your fingers through his hair. "Yes, that's a term. It's the first person you've ever loved. That one person that you will never forget. It's special since their love will leave an imprint on your heart, which will be there for all of eternity."

"I see." He hums, a forthright tone settling onto his tongue. "Well, in all honesty, you certainly wouldn't be my first love."

Oh.

Hand halting its ministrations in his hair, a bitter and agonizing feeling creeps up your chest as you force out a laugh. "I-Is that so?"

Well...perhaps you should have expected this. It was a thought you didn't want to admit to for the longest time. It only fueled your insecurities and left you feeling vulnerable, spiralling into a dishevelled mess of crying and overthinking.

Perhaps it was not so surprising, you lament.

He was a prince straight out of a fairy tale. Surely he has loved and has been loved by many other before? An uncomfortable silence followed soon after as you tried to muster up a response but couldn't. Your voice lodged itself in your throat, words failing you. 

"I think the term has no merit to it, anyway." He murmurs, a soft smile gracing his lips. Your lover gazed at you affectionately as you blinked down at him and tilted your head in confusion. His love tinted stare pours over every detail of your face, observing how strands of hair fell over your cheeks, how your eyebrows drew together or how your lips pulled itself into a frown—he delighted in all of it. 

"If I had love so impactful and grand as the first, why would I need another love?" Brushing his thumb against the corners of your lips, he eased your frown away. "First love, hm? That would be you then, dearest. Though, it would be far more fitting to say that you're my only one true love."

✩— MALLEUS, JADE, Lilia, VIL, ROOK, Jamil

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I’m the Enemy, You’re the Lover.

Ever tired of you being the one to hate the other in the ‘enemies to lovers’ trope? Congratulations, you get to be the annoyance of a certain boy instead!

gn!reader (you/your), floyd leech x reader, enemies to lovers (except floyd is the one that gets annoyed with you), uhh you get called ‘fish’ because it came to me in a dream (and it’s pretty broad giggles), the card game UNO exists in this world bc why not?

notes; i’ve never seen somebody write an enemies to lovers except it’s one-sided and YOU’RE the ‘enemy’ so here ya go.

notes2; 2.3k+ WORDS OH MY GOD. have fun readong ig

1. TRY HARDER

There had been a certain boy that was bothering you lately — teal hair with a black streak to the right paired with mismatched tired, heterochromatic eyes, and a tall figure — and you didn’t know what to do about it. In fact, you were so unsure what to do that the problem eventually resolved itself.

You sat beside that certain boy in class, and saw him nearly everyday; for some reason, he’d been trying to poke fun at you. Of course, being the bigger person, you don’t let your anger get to the best of you. Actually, you didn’t feel annoyed at all, let alone angry. So what if he kept throwing paper balls at the back of your head in class? He’d eventually stop midway when the professor told him off, or he’d stop himself when he got bored.

The most memorable moment of his antics though, was when he decided to talk to you directly. It wasn’t long before he tried to have a word with you, because you captivated his interest.

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1:56 𝐀𝐌 — 「 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 」

flexible au. you can think if you're royalty, an influencer, a famous artist, etc. mostly...thirsts...

bodyguard!rook whose reflexes are fast enough to immediately shield you from any perpetrators or push/grab any person who'd dare come near you no matter how fast they approach you. a confident man when it comes to his physique and abilities to protect.

bodyguard!rook who'd easily and swiftly hide you from unwanted attention using his body and coat. pulling you close to him while he fast walks speedily enough for you to be able to follow him while he protectively keeps an eye out on all corners.

bodyguard!rook who's your close friend behind closed doors. someone who'd hold his palm out under some papers you're writing on when there's no table to flat platform closeby for you to write on. someone who'd hold the edge of a table, cabinet door, vehicle ceiling, etc. when you climb or stand up so you won't hit your head.

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HOT THINGS ACE TRAPPOLA DOES

ACE TRAPPOLA quite literally doesn’t care about your personal space, in a way that makes your heart flutter. even long before you start dating, he takes every opportunity to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against him or onto his lap. the way he touches you is casual and subtle — an arm around your shoulders or his chin on your shoulder — but it’s obvious enough that the new students at nrc automatically assume the two of you are dating when they first see you together.

ACE TRAPPOLA grins whenever he sees you. no matter how bad his rbf may be, it’s always resolved with a simple look at you. his lips pull into a lopsided grin when your eyes meet across the room, and he always offers you a two-finger salute in greeting. sometimes, when he feels extra playful, his grin becomes eerily similar to a smirk, and instead of giving you a salute, he’ll wink at you. it’s ridiculous, but it makes your cheeks warm anyway. you’re convinced that everything he does in life is to get a reaction out of you, one way or another.

ACE TRAPPOLA gossips with you, a lot. the way he whispers into your ear without taking his eyes off the person he’s talking about is uncannily similar to the mean girls you see on tv, which is why you’re embarrassed to admit that the way his breath brushes against your skin as he leans close to talk about that guy’s horrible sense of colour coordination makes your heart flutter. it’s even worse when he decides to go an extra mile for whatever reason and wrap his arm around your waist rather than simply leaning to you, pulling you closer and make your heart do all sorts of flips in your chest.

ACE TRAPPOLA slaps your butt. it’s stupid and immature and he literally has no reason to do it? but he does it anyway. he does it when you’re picking something up in front of him, or when he passes by you, or even just as a greeting. it’s a quick smack that is only loud enough for the people in close proximity to notice, but it’s still embarrassing. it doesn’t help that he has no shame, simply smirking whenever you turn to give him a look.

ACE TRAPPOLA has a fixation with your lips. whenever he zones out around you, his eyes always end up on your lips— though, you’re not quite sure if he’s actually zoning out. whenever he realises that you’ve caught him staring, he simply gives you a lopsided smile and continues on with his day. he’s also the type of guy who carries the type of lip balm that you dip your finger in to apply it, and there’s nothing to stop him from applying it on you when he notices that your lips are dry or chapped. his eyes are focused as he drags his finger across your lips, and he has an odd habit of dragging your bottom lip down slightly as a finishing touch. you end up being the one staring, and when he notices, he simply quirks a brow with a smirk and asks, “what? d’you want a kiss?”

@dexpairs-blog ciel this is for you my fellow ace kisser <3

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HOT THINGS DEUCE SPADE DOES

DEUCE SPADE runs a hand through his hair and curses like a sailor when an algebra problem has been bothering him for too long. it messes up all his hard work in maintaining his appearance from this morning, but he’s far too upset to give a shit. this goes for any moment of frustration for him too. sometimes his hair is so messy, you can catch the few strands of faded blond that he had failed to cover up, like the hints of his delinquent past are peeking through in more ways than one. there’s a frustrated look in his eyes that you’re a little guilty to admit you’re attracted to, and the way he spits out words definitely unexpected from an honour student makes your heart race in the strangest way … though, if you try catch his attention, he’s back to the deuce you know. wide doe eyes and a little lost. it makes your head spin, in the best way.

DEUCE SPADE takes your bags or anything that looks like it weighs more than necessary and carries them from you without even asking. most of the time this happens mid-conversation, or when he catches up with you at the hallway on your way to your next class. you’d engage in casual conversation, and suddenly he’s gently taking the straps of your bag and tugging it out of your hands, holding it in your stead while never breaking eye contact as he listens to you ramble about your last class. and if you hold out your hand for him to give back your bag, he might just flush a little bit red and move your bag to his other side hastily, intertwining your fingers with his as he tugs you along gently to continue your journey.

DEUCE SPADE always asks if it’s okay to kiss you. you’re sure than a decade could pass by, and he’d still be just as shy when it comes to kissing you. even when you give him your permission, he starts off with a shy brush of his lips against your own, a little peck or two, before diving back for more. he’ll ask every single time too. are you sure? is it okay? can i really kiss you? you’re not sure if your heart is pounding because of his lovely consideration of you or the fact that he can never find it in himself to stop asking for more once you let him have it the first time.

DEUCE SPADE starts bringing along his old leather jacket for you when you visit his hometown in the early spring or autumn. he says he brings it just in case you get cold, but you’re not oblivious enough that you don’t notice how the street punks keep their distance after doing a double take when they see you clad in the deuce spade’s leather jacket– some of them even offer their help with your groceries without being asked. it’s sort of funny and actually rather helpful in keeping out of trouble, but at the end of the day, you realise that deuce doesn’t see draping his old leather jacket over your shoulders as an act of possessiveness, but rather a way to keep you safe and protected in a subtle way. somehow, that sends your heart racing even more than the thought of him being possessive over you.

DEUCE SPADE has an entire section of notes in his phone dedicated to you. it’s like his regular school notes, messy and disorganised, but they’re filled with everything you could imagine. general things you like, little details of his day that reminded him of you, songs to put in playlists for you, and even pictures of stuff that you looked at while you were grocery shopping together. it’s complete with little observations and notes like they like to have the window seat but don’t want to bother people by asking, so let them board first so they can take it for themselves or they seem to like this type of snacks. maybe ask mom to send some of that one brand from the store back home in her neck package. it’s the little but dedicated actions that show how much he really cares for you.

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the long way home

in which. you come to a few realisations during a detour with jamil.

genre. romance, pining, god when is it my turn to be happy.

tw//cw. none.

“do you wanna take the long way home?”

you’ve never really been in love before. not really, at least. maybe the usual puppy live sometimes experienced by little kids who were lucky (or unlucky?) enough to meet the first ever person they could say they loved with their whole heart so early on in life. but not love, love— like the one jane austen described so ardently in the books the ramshackle prefect let you borrow when you grew tired of the libraries in nrc.

correction: you hadn’t experienced love, love till now.

it goes like this. you’re sitting at a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge and swinging back and forth without care. the sun is setting over the horizon— only, you can’t see the deserts that it’s actually disappearing into. the building you’re on isn’t tall enough to see that far, so you can only see the great sun descending on the rooftops of the other buildings, casting everything in a warm orange glow.

another correction: you don’t see the deserts because the building isn’t too far away. you don’t see the sun setting at all, actually. instead, you stare at jamil viper in silent wonder as he stands a little bit behind you, watching the sunset with the smallest smile upon his lips.

it is such a simple scene, such a cliche setting. and yet, it seems too good to be true. to be watching the sunset with jamil? to still feel the warmth of his palm where it was held against yours as he dragged you up the stairs with the kind of excitement a regular person would have only ever expected from kalim? to be loved by him? and not to add how ethereal he looked in the light of the sun as she kissed him goodbye with her dying colours on his skin.

“you know i can see you staring, right?” jamil suddenly asks in that tone laced with the barest hint of sarcasm, enough to be implied but not enough for you to be able to call him out. but that is not the reason why you don’t shoot back with a retort of your own. rather, it’s because of that smile on jamil’s face; the way he turns away from the setting sun to stare at you with eyes filled with bemusement and love, love, love. you hadn’t known it was possible, but his gaze becomes infinitely softer when he directs it at you.

you open your mouth, speechless for a moment, before you manage to say, “huh?”

jamil scoffs out a little laugh, shaking his head in fond exasperation.

“did you hear my question?”

“whether you could see me staring?” you feign casualness as you recall his words, not wanting to admit your embarrassment of having gotten caught, but the warmth of your cheeks betrays you. you cough, “of course, i knew…”

jamil rolls his eyes at you, then offers a hand. you reach out to take it, only for him to flick your forehead at the last minute. you yelp.

“hey!”

“wrong,” he tells you, “i asked whether or not you wanted to take the long way home today.”

“what?”

and jamil does take your hand then, using his free one to tuck his hair behind his ear when the breeze brushes it out of place. you’re struck with that thought again: he is so, so pretty, and you are so, so, so in love.

“i still have more i want to show you,” he beams, and it knocks the breath out of you because jamil is beautiful, always has been, but there is something so ethereal when he lets himself shine without restraint, showing off his happiness and pride and all that made jamil viper who he was.

your hand squeezes his, and you reply breathlessly, “then show me.”

you’d let him drag you off anywhere, as long as you could see him smile like that again.