#momo's salon

[heifolkens]

yuki doing a sloppy bleach job of momo’s hair in their tiny shared apartment

[yandere-writer-momo]

Hi, Momo! I'm a long-time admirer of your work and humor! <3

The thought has been itching in my brain since I got my hair done, but how would the yarem (plus Pickle, I love stinky boy) react to their black s/o getting box braids/faux locs/etc.? They're waist-length, if that makes any difference. Sorry if you're not accepting any requests atm! ;_;

Thank you for being here and for the support! 💕💕

I can definitely make head canons on that! I will do my best 🥰

Baki Head Canons

Reaction to black s/o’s hair being done

Pickle

At first he had no idea who you were before he gave you a quick sniff. Then he goes right back to his giant, puppy self. The caveman playing with you locks/ braids in interest

Pickle will try to nibble on them so you will have to spray him with the handy dandy spray bottle you keep in your purse full of vinegar (Pickle learned to open his mouth to drink it’s original water content). Pickle doesn’t like vinegar, he thinks it sour (for now)

Pickle may try to show you that he’d like his hair braided after a week. His primitive brain wants to match with his partner’s (you). He’d be over the moon if you put beads in his hair (he would try to chew on them)

Biscuit Oliva

He paid for the bundles for your braids/ locks. He happy to treat you to something nice because he likes treating you like a princess. Oliva is the whole package

Oliva records your hair for you and takes pictures of you for your social media. He’s your biggest fan

Katsumi Orochi

He asks if it’s okay to touch them. He’s never seen you with a different hairstyle before so he’s fascinated.

Katsumi will ask you about it and he’ll educate himself on it. It will take a week for him to come up to you with his phone in hand to show off some hairstyles he likes (he wants you to try them)

Katsumi is another boyfriend that is willing to pay for you to get your hair done. He just needs more guidance on what hair to buy

Hanayama Kaoru

This control freak picked out the style, hair bundle color, and the stylist to do your hair. Only the best for his partner (and he will not settle for any less)

Kaoru would never let you get scammed for hair (or any beauty service). Kaoru will pay top dollar for anything involving you. He also looks at the reviews for salons before he books you an appointment

Kaoru will never let you have a bad hair day. You’ll always look and feel your best with him

[sleephyuns]

XX

“Your hair looks good like this! The partial-dye thing really suits you.”

That simple compliment should’ve been coming from Nayeon’s mouth, yet it wasn’t. Not that there would be any point to it when she was witness to the style change in the first place. But that wasn’t the issue. The issue was just about everything else.

She was being ignored, forgotten about, and quite frankly she couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing than that. Nayeon grumbled something awful from where she stood in the corner, gaining some unwanted stares and whispers from the men sitting nearby.

Ok, so maybe it could get more embarrassing.

She was the one matching with Momo right now. Sure, the streaks in her were only a subtle light brown (as she couldn’t do anything outrageous for work) but they had planned this out. They had gone to the hair salon together and it was their thing.

But here this person was… touching all over her hair, threading her fingers through blonde-streaked locks… her Momo’s hair.

Whatever. She was fine. That was enough lurking in the corner for one evening. More people were starting to stare.

She walked up to the counter, heels clicking with feigned confidence. It wasn’t her favorite spot like normal, but it would do. Her mind was too focussed on ignoring the sting left by Momo who still hadn’t noticed her.

But that was fine too. She would just wait for Momo to mention her to this mystery woman. To speak up after hearing her name mentioned and giddily boast about who she was and how much she was definitely not-Momo’s-girlfriend-though-they-might-as-well-be.

But… Momo kept talking, without a mention of her name or even looking her way. Which she found pretty unfortunate. Now Nayeon just felt silly. Even sillier when Momo’s coworker walked over to her, greeting her with a polite smile and asking if she’d like her usual.

She was turning 32 this year. Not old, but far too mature to be this childish. And over what? Momo talking to someone? Some, by all means, attractive someone who looked young, fit, well rested and not bogged down by a boring office job? Someone who Momo was now smiling brightly at and coming around the counter to hug and practically lifting her off her feet with her strength…

Ok, maybe she could feel just a little jealous. She could be allowed it just a bit.

To top it all off, it was Valentine’s Day too. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted a little love and affection sent her way. Not that they had made any plans in the first place. After all, seeing Momo wasn’t always set in stone on weekdays. They both had work, and it wasn’t as if Nayeon came into the store every day.

And again, Momo wasn’t even her girlfriend. Not technically. Just someone she went on dates with and had mindblowing sex with. As much as she wouldn’t like it to be the case, Momo hadn’t even mentioned or brought up the topic of them being an official couple. They weren’t that far in age, but Nayeon couldn’t always wrap her head around the way dating had changed over a measly few years. It took a long time to become a real thing, right? You did all the dating and sex and all that first, and later the relationship would come. If you were lucky. Maybe Momo was still testing her out, and all she could hope for was to be lucky.

She wanted to be lucky.

“Oh Nayeon!”

Finally she heard the voice she was longing to hear. Her head snapped back up to where the woman towered over the counter. She looked just as pretty as always, and the dyed streaks really did suit her. That was when it dawned on her that Momo’s companion had left. And only now was she paying attention to her.

Momo waltzed over with Nayeon’s order as happy as could be, placing the steaming bowl right in front of her. She watched the steam rise, letting it fog up her glasses a bit before removing them.

“Good job at work today, you’ve been working hard lately. I um…,” Momo scratched at her cheek, leaning over the counter, “I made it a little special for you today.”

It dawned on her that while it was her usual order, it was much more decorated. The portion was bigger than usual, to start. The narutomaki were shaved into little hearts, and sakura petals hooked over the edges of the bowl, just slightly gracing the broth. It looked incredibly picturesque, and Nayeon couldn’t prevent the warm buzz of happiness in her chest, no matter how hard she tried. Though it could only spread so far, with the prior events dampening her mood. She was grateful, however. Part of her wanted to stew in the negativity just a bit more so she could truly understand her feelings.

“Do you like it?” Momo asked, now busying herself with a scrap of paper stuck to the counter, scraping at it subconsciously. “It was hard to get the petals but I managed. They’re edible by the way! I wouldn’t just put flowers in your food without it having some sort of purpose. But also you don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to that’s ok-“

“I love it…,” Nayeon sighed gently. She found Momo’s rambling cute, as always. But she was already preparing to ask the question at the forefront of her mind, “did your friend from before like it too? I’m guessing you made her a bowl too.”

The scratching stopped. Momo’s head shot up. “Oh, you saw Seulgi?”

Of course she had. She was standing there for the longest.

“She comes in every once in a while. She actually still hosts at this one place I cooked at…” she trailed off for just a moment, a far away look in her eye. But then her shoulders perked up again.

“Oh but I didn’t do that! She did order one of the specials we have today, but this one is just for you Nayeon.”

And again, Nayeon felt silly. She should have just laughed off whatever bad feelings she was… feeling. Just let it go. Because clearly, she was overthinking. Maybe she just needed some rest.

She wondered if she should go right home after eating, before Momo continued.

“Um anyway…,” her face seemed to redden a bit, and not from the heated air of the restaurant, “I wanted to ask you something. I don’t know if I mentioned it but I worked this past Monday so I have off tomorrow….”

Nayeon nodded, remembering the text Momo had sent her earlier that week.

“-And I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night? I don’t have to close so I’m getting off in about an hour. I was thinking we swing by and pick up some of your things. I know you have work but I don’t have to be here at like 8 am or anything, so what if I woke up to make you breakfast instead? Send you off to work well rested and well fed. And have dinner waiting when you come back.”

In all honesty, Nayeon wanted to cry right then and there. Waking up and coming home to someone was something she dreamed about, but never voiced. She liked being alone, sure, but never for too long. Sometimes the emptiness of her living space got too much to bear. So this? This was…

“Bad idea?”

Nayeon blinked herself out of the grey drab of her living room until she was back seated in front of Momo.

“No. No! I want to, that sounds lovely Momo.” She meant that seriously and genuinely.

“Good, good,” Momo motioned to the bowl of food, “take your time eating of course, and I’ll let you know when we can head out!”

She gave a smile that left Nayeon feeling healed, even if it might just be temporary. She ate her meal eagerly (and wow, it really was delicious) and watched Momo work, being attentive to each customer she interacted with. Momo was just friendly, right. That’s how she always was. Even if she was a bit intimidating, the regulars all new how kinda and personable she was. And Nayeon knew it best.

The next hour went by in a blink, and soon Momo was all packed up, greeting Nayeon at the counter so they could head out together. The cool night air on the walk to Momo’s van was a good refresher, and Nayeon even chose to keep the windows down as they chatted on the drive over.

Momo pulled up to the apartment complex slowly.

“Don’t take too long,” she laughed, pulling her phone from her pocket, “I want a little snack when we get home. My dinner break was early.

Nayeon rolled her eyes, but leaned over to give Momo a peck on the cheek. “I promise I won’t…”

Her words trailed off as she looked down at Momo’s phone. Not too long, for it to be weird, but long enough that she could confirm what she was seeing, and it wasn’t just the fact that her glasses were not on and in her purse.

Rigidly, she pulled away, giving Momo a curt nod before leaving the van. She could practically see the question mark forming over the woman’s head, but she just wanted to leave for a bit. Just a moment to gain her bearings again. It felt like she was holding her breath as she ran up to the second floor, hastily pulling her keys from her purse to unlock her door. It took a her a few tries, and for a second, she thought she had the wrong apartment all together.

But eventually she, came tumbling in, letting out a loud sigh, choking the rest of her emotions back. If she did all that, who knew how long she would take.

She ignored how dull her apartment was. That would make her even sadder. Honestly, she didn’t know what was more upsetting. The fact that she got worked up again or the reasoning behind it all. She saw those messages, full of hearts and a sweet ‘see you tomorrow.’ And on today of all days.

Maybe she should be grateful that her contact was just her name. Just Seulgi and nothing else. Maybe it meant they were just in the beginning stages of flirting, and Nayeon could have a chance to-

“No!” she spat into the empty apartment. She was doing it again. Overthinking. There was an explanation for it, she knew. She was just being insecure again. And unnecessarily so. Friends sent messages like that sometimes. Hell, she’d sent messages like that before, back when she had lots of people like that to send messages to. It was fine. She would pack her things and be right back out in a second, like she was doing right now.

Packing her things did soothe her a bit. She took the time to breathe, to rationalize things. This was just a mix of jealousy and her usual hangups. She’d be ok. Right.

Now… she was calm.

Some Valentine’s Day this was. Though that sentiment wasn’t directed to herself. Some Valentine’s Day for Momo. The woman had to work and still found a way to make Nayeon feel special. And what had she done? Be jealous, take longer than expected when Momo was still sitting outside hungry and then have a breakdown of some sort. She’d make it up to her one way or another. Somehow…

An idea came to Nayeon after another moment of thought. A way for both of them to unwind and let out a little stress. And what better day for it than today. She felt better emotionally, and if she started to feel too bad again, she could just nix the idea. But for now…

She went to her closet and gathered the necessary things, hastily burying them under her work clothes. She didn’t want to leave Momo waiting any longer.

Though when she got back to the car, Momo seemed a little concerned.

“Are you ok?”

Nayeon nodded, the perfectly poised like the picture of maturity and levelheadedness. “I am. Why?”

“Well… you left kind of weirdly and then you took a long time. Are you sleepy? Or…,” Momo’s hands gripped the wheel tighter, “did you want to call it off?”

“No, no. I’m ok. Yeah, just a little sleepy. A lot of work and all that.” She smiled, hoping the flash of her teeth would be enough to assure Momo.

Even if it wasn’t, Momo went a long with it anyway. Though she watched Nayeon for a few more seconds before nodding and driving off. And she could swear she saw Momo giving her little glances the whole drive over.

Entering Momo’s apartment was an equally quiet affair. She offered to let Nayeon shower and change while she ate a little something, which Nayeon happily agreed to. That gave her a chance to fully and completely calm herself again. For real this time. If she was a smoker, she might have lit up a cigarette to help a bit more.

Instead she settled for this, and tried not to get stressed again when Momo walked past her quietly when she came into the living to, on the way to take her own shower.

She busied herself again, going to the kitchen to clean up the few dishes Momo had made. But she did so with almost too much time to spare.

That was where the tv came in handy, though that ended fast. A drama that she was paying next to no attention to, aside from its sex scene, reminded her of her plan. If she was going to surprise Momo, it’d be better to wait for her in her bedroom.

So that was where she headed off to, relaxing against bedsheets that seemed impossibly warm for no one laying in them. She would’ve fallen asleep if not for Momo appearing in the doorway. Her hair was freshly blowdried, fluffed up and not in a ponytail (which Nayeon loved). Her face was flushed, which Nayeon figured might be from the steamy heat of the bathroom. But Momo’s ears were also red, which usually only happened when she was crying or blushing. With her eyes trailing down, Nayeon realized it was most likely the latter, because Momo had waltzed in there wearing only her boxers.

“Oh… you look pretty,” Momo muttered, eyes darting away.

But did she really? Her hair was a mess from air drying, all her makeup was scrubbed away, and she was here in a silk button up that way too big for her.

Sure, if she really thought so.

“Come here,” she patted the spot next to her on the bed. It comforted her to know that, while Momo was being quiet right now, she wasn’t hesitant on being next to her. In only a few quick strides she was next to her, kneeling on the bed. She held onto the hand that Nayeon had outstretched.

“We can go to bed now if you want unnie. I know you’re tired today, and I just want us to relax and spend time together.” She moved to reach over to the dim light of bedside lamp. “Just let me turn out the-“

Without even thinking, really, Nayeon pulled Momo back around. Lips crashed against lips, and Momo was quick to reciprocate. Though she pulled away when she came to, realizing what was going on when Nayeon’s hand followed the path of wispy hairs down to her waistline.

“Eh?” Momo questioned after another peck to her lips, “Are you not tired?” Momo eyes were wide as one of Nayeon’s strong hands reached into her boxers and wrapped around her semi-hard cock.

“N-Nayeon.”

Nayeon found it amusing. Seeing Momo try to thrust her hips up, even with the iron grip currently on her dick. She wanted to be a little mean, within reason of course. She let Momo keep trying, pathetically whining all the while. Amazing coming from someone of her size and stature. She wondered just how needy she would get if she pulled her hand away.

So she did just that.

Momo’s reaction was immediate.

“Nayeon! You can’t leave me hanging like that!” she whined louder, eyes glistening.

“Needy baby,” Nayeon laughed. She got up from the bed, leaving Momo there teary and confused. But it wasn’t for long. She kept her head high as she waltzed over to her overnight bag, digging inside, but not saying a word. She wanted the anticipation to set in just a bit. Wanted the lust-laced tension to simmer deep in Momo’s stomach.

So by the time she pulled out the offending object, Momo’s favorite dildo already attached to Nayeon’s harness, Momo was on the verge of bubbling over.

It came in the form of another needy whine, squirming against the sheets and a visible pulse of her cock beneath her boxers. She could imagine what was going through her head right now. Right now, she was probably remembering every ridge on the faux cock. The way it always slipped inside her so smoothly. How it thickened up in the middle of the length, stretching her ass just the way she liked. And how she’d get to feel all of that again.

Nayeon kept her eyes on Momo as she stepped into the harness and tightened the buckles. The woman laid out for her looked good enough to eat. She licked her lips.

“Boxers off for me.”

Momo blinked once, twice, before she realized what was being asked of her. Then she scrambled to get her underwear off like her life depended on it. Nayeon laughed at her fumbling, walking back over to the bed (not forgetting to grab the small bottle of liquid they’d need). She sat at the end casually, like Momo wasn’t there hard and waiting.

But they wouldn’t get to the best part just yet.

From beneath hooded eyes, she watched Momo. Watched for every small, subtle reaction in her body with each button she undid on her nightshirt.

One. There was a hitched breath passed Momo’s lips.

Two. Her throat jerked as she swallowed.

Three. The heaving of her chest became more noticeable.

Four. Her abs tensed, going rigid.

Five. Precum pearled at the tip of her achingly hard cock.

The silk of Nayeon’s shirt spread apart like curtains.

“Here.”

Momo wasted no time doing as ordered, scampering over on her hands and knees, dick swinging back and forth in her loose boxers, to reach her prize in the form of Nayeon’s breasts.

They were modest in size. Momo’s chest was bigger than hers, in fact. But it sure felt good to get a wet, hot mouth there. And Momo was always happy to deliver.

She laved her tongue over the puffy nipple, earning a moan from Nayeon. One she really didn’t want to let out just yet. She wanted to appear unaffected and in control for as long as she could. The next moan was blocked by her bitten lips, but her body still twitched from the pleasure.

Her attention switched to the other, to which she gave a quick bite. Whatever little spark of brattiness there was quickly tamped out when Nayeon dug her long fingers through Momo’s hair. She was always so easy to soothe with the gentlest of pats to her hair, body melting like butter. Better het, dripping down like the messy drool from all the sucking she was doing to her bitten nipple. So messy, but it turned Nayeon on that much more.

She gave a gentle tug to Momo’s hair, gaining her attention. The woman pulled away, looking up into Nayeon’s eyes from where she was bent down.

In the process of that, she must’ve caught sight of the toy jutting from Nayeon’s lap again. Because she couldn’t help but give quick little glances downward, probably in hopes that Nayeon would ask her to address it next. Her own silent form of begging.

And Nayeon was obsessed with it.

“Want it?”

Momo nodded her head so aggressively Nayeon thought she might strain her neck. She put a stop to it by shifting her hips up, and pushing Momo’s head down.

“Then suck it.”

Nayeon watched as Momo opened her mouth wide, slowly sucking her way down the toy, filling her mouth inch by inch. She reveled in the wet sounds, clit pulsing when Momo started to choke a bit. It wasn’t the first time Momo had sucked off her strap before they fucked, but each time seemed better than the last. And this time, Momo put even more work into it, noisily slurping and gagging on the toy, eyes watery as she looked up at her.

She pulled away with a cough, a thin strand of spit snapping with the distance.

Part of her wanted to ask Momo if that was all or the best that she could do. But the side of her that wanted to have Momo bent over and begging won out.

“Turn around for me, pretty girl,” Nayeon commanded, both sweet and firm.

There was no surprise that Momo did so in a flash, so excitedly that she let a little chuckle leap from her chest.

Nayeon smiled to herself too, despite the dominating act she was putting on. She slicked reached for the bottle she brought over, lubing up a finger to warm Momo up.

“You can start with two,” Momo piped up, shifting back a little bit more.

She considered teasing Momo more for trying to call the shots, but instead she settled for gripping at her ass forcefully, spreading her open even more.

She let out a yelp that Nayeon found incredibly satisfying. Even more satisfying was the quivering moan Momo let out when Nayeon got closer, easing her fingers in as she adjusted her position.

She relished in the warm tightness around her fingers, in the way that Momo was always so quick to adjust to it. Not for her to sound dramatic or cringeworthy, but she really was amazed by Momo’s ability to take things the way she was. She fought against saying “it’s like you were made to take my fingers,” because she knew something better was in store. When she was satisfied with how loose Momo was, she smeared the rest of the lube onto her strap, stroking it off as she poured on more.

The sheets under Momo’s fists pulled in tighter. She knew what was coming next, Nayeon could tell. Just wanting and waiting to be ruined.

And ruin her she would. Momo was hers, after all.

“I hope you remember how big this one is,” a the smirk obvious in Nayeon’s tone, “if not well…”

‘You’re in for it.’ The words left unsaid. But Momo knew what she was up against. And Nayeon knew that she knew. It was her favorite one for a reason.

The head of the cock clicked wetly against Momo’s hole.

“I’m gonna start, ok?” Nayeon realized she sounded out of breath without doing anything yet. The excitement was getting to her too. She barely waited for Momo to finish nodding before wedging the head in with a slick pop.

The moan Momo let out in response was filthy. Already, her knees were trembling, making the mattress shake too. And she hadn’t even gotten to the thickest part of the toy yet.

She reached underneath Momo to grip her pulsing cock, something to warm her up as she kept pushing in.

“That’s it Momo,” Nayeon cooed, “take it like a good girl.”

Need dripped from the next clipped moan she got in response, heavy and hot. Nayeon could feel her clit throb in time with her pulse, the weight of everything making her head spin. Emotions came rushing back to her all at once.

Then something snapped.

She was at her desk, watching. Tired. But working. And watching. In the break room, off in the corner. Not joining in the conversation, but watching. Then to that damn dull apartment, staring outside the window. Lonely, but watching. Then she was back in the ramen shop, her sanctuary. Full of color and life. A bright smile, but not directed at her. So there she stood, just watching. Jealous, but not speaking up. Watching. Doing nothing but watching and never taking.

But now was her time to take, wasn’t it?

She pulled her hips back, then gave her first real thrust into Momo. A solid slam of her hips. Momo let out a noise that Nayeon’s heard many times before. That familiar whiny timbre that no stranger would never expect to come from her. Her own special way of saying ‘it feels good, keep going.’

And so Nayeon did.

She kept her first few movements short but fast, already setting the pace for the night. It was unlike her usual slow starts, but Momo seemed to enjoy it anyway. She took her hand off of Momo’s cock to grip both aides of her hips, leaving it to pitifully bounce and sling precum on the sheets with every thrust.

As she went on she started to put in more force, managing to push Momo forward despite her being the weaker of the two. She loved that she had the power to do that, to make Momo feel that good. It was something reserved just for her.

“Who’s the only one who can fuck your ass this good?” Nayeon rasped, gripping tightly, lest Momo slip away from her.

“Y-you Nayeon!”

That’s what Nayeon wanted to hear. She leaned onto Momo, hugging her waist tight. “That’s right, you’re all mine. Mine, mine, mine-“

A soft hiccup.

A noise unfamiliar to Nayeon. One that stopped her right in her tracks. Her heart dropped into her stomach, every part of her hoping she’d heard wrong. But Momo’s shoulders shook. In fact, her whole body was quaking now that they were still.

“Oh god.”

Nayeon pulled out of Momo, making her whimper. She was about to beg for forgiveness to throw everything away and just hold Momo in her arms until she could feel how sorry she was.

“I’m-“

“Wh-what? Why’d you stop?”

Ironically enough, Momo’s question made Nayeon freeze yet again.

“Unnie, why’d you stop?” She whispered, turning around just enough that Nayeon could see her tear stained face. It made her nothing but more confused.

“Are you… aren’t you crying?” Nayeon asked, trying not to tear up herself, “I thought…”

“Huh? I mean yeah but… it’s good, these are um…” Momo managed to push herself up, wiping away a few tears, “in a good way? It’s a lot but it feels amazing.”

She sounded certain, which shocked Nayeon.

“Really?” The airy relief evident in her voice.

She felt… a strange mix of emotions. Though most of them were positive. She took the chance to look at Momo. Really look at her. It was enough to bring the warm, tender feeling in her body back. Even with her mussed up hair and mess face. This was the woman she loved.

“Yeah really,” Momo pouted, those dreamy doe eyes begging Nayeon for more, before she turned again, back into position. “Now keep fucking me, I was really close.”

It danced in Nayeon’s head, the thought of making Momo cum just from going to town on her ass. Not so much a distraction as it was something that fueled her actions that much more. She quickly got back into the swing of things, even pushing Momo down onto her chest as she fucked into her once more. Slower this time, but just as deep and forceful.

She knew she probably looked silly, perched up on her toes to get a better angle. But it was worth it if it meant she could put that much more effort into her thrusts, to make Momo go crazy with what she was feeling.

“Unnie…” Momo whimpered into the wrinkled sheets, “unnie, please.”

Her muscles flexed with the arch of her back, and Nayeon couldn’t resist them. Her fingers danced across her back, worshipping each ridge, each hill. Her hand moved it’s was down until she came to the small of her back. Then it took its journey back around Momo’s body to take care of her neglected dick, still just as hard as when Nayeon had touched it before.

“Unnie…” Momo sighed, “go harder again, please?”

This time, she allowed herself to take. Made the conscious decision to do so, uncontrolled by any emotional whims that weren’t her love for Momo.

The base of her harness met the toned muscles of Momo’s ass, hard and fast. In seconds she was back to the pace she was before. But this time, she let herself truly appreciate every bit of the moment. There was nothing to prove, only love to make.

“So good, so good. Unnie… gonna cum.”

“Oh yeah?” she jerked Momo off faster, “gonna cum for me?”

“Unnie,” Momo sobbed, “ah- I- the tip please, you know-“

Momo couldn’t get the words out, but Nayeon knew. She knew exactly what she meant.

Her practiced hand shortened its motions, quickly fisting the sticky head of Momo’s cock, perfectly synched up with her thrusts.

“Fuck!” Momo cried out.

Nayeon let out a hum of approval as thicker, sticker warmth gathered in her fist, spilling through her fingers as Momo’s body tensed. Each thrust came gentler than the last, fucking Momo through her release until she was satisfied. Another minute passed, just both of their heavy breathing and the ringing in Nayeon’s ears and the beat of her heart. Then she pulled out of Momo, slow and steady.

Her first priority was easing Momo’s hips down, so she could relax. As soon as that was out if the way, she became hyperaware of just how good the pressure of the harness felt against her aching clit. She shifted it enough to slip a hand into her panties, gathering some wetness to fumble with her clit, all while she replayed everything in her mind. Momo’s moans, her neediness, her obedience. It didn’t take long for her to double over in pleasure, curling in on herself while her thighs tensed.

When the last waves of pleasure subsided, she sat back on her arms, her head lolling to the side as she relaxed.

“Did you just do it by yourself?” Momo panted out the question, still not quite done catching her breath, “Unnieeee, I could’ve done it for you.”

Nayeon wasn’t having it. She shook her head sternly, before leaning down to kiss Momo’s cheek. Then she slipped the harness off, tossing it on to the ground to worry about later.

Right now, she just wanted to cuddle her Momo. She laid back, scooting herself up while Momo moved herself down. Like they always did, Momo laid her head against Nayeon’s chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.

“Sorry I was so loud,” the apology came out rumbled against her chest.

Nayeon just laughed. “You’ve never been quiet during sex. Why are you apologizing now?”

“But I feel like I was worse this time,” she whined. She kicked her feet in complaint.

“Well maybe. Though if the sex hasn’t clouded your brain enough, you’ll remember we’re at your apartment, not mine.”

Momo shot up so quick the air around her whipped. “Dammit!”

“Really, how could you forget,” Nayeon snorted, sitting up as well, “this is your bed we’re in, and it looks nothing like mine.” She lifted up the pink and lavender sheets as to make her point.

“Ugh… I don’t know,” Momo hid her face in her hands before falling back against the bed, making Nayeon bounce up from the force. When she caught her balance again, she looked down at Momo. Her ears and nose were red, and her eyes swollen from the tears.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Nayeon asked, just to make sure.

“I am, I promise,” Momo grabbed Nayeon’s hand, “It’s not the first time I’ve done something that rough before.”

Nayeon raised an eyebrow at that “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve had experiences with it from time to time.”

‘With Seulgi?’ A voice in the back of Nayeon’s mind asked. But Nayeon’s mouth stayed shut. She decided to ask something more normal and sane instead.

“How was it?”

“Do you mean in the past or now?”

“The past.”

Momo closed her eyes to think, leaving the room in silence for just a few seconds.

“Well… it usually started out strange.” She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on Nayeon’s thigh. “Most people don’t assume I bottom, and then when I say it well… it chased a few away.” Her finger traced circles on Nayeon’s knee. “But others were into it. Though it sometimes ended on a bad note. Sometimes rougher than I like.”

“I’m sorry Momo.” Guilt started to run through Nayeon’s veins. Sure she hadn’t hurt Momo, but what if she had?

“Ah it’s ok. It’s the past,” Momo nodded. Then she turned onto her back, still treating Nayeon’s thigh like her personal pillow. “And you know what?”

“What?”

“I had a lot of fun doing this with you today. It wasn’t too much or too little. I enjoyed it…

even if it was out of nowhere.”

Her brown eyes were dazzling, looking up into Nayeon’s as if she was the only woman in the world.

Nayeon wanted to see if she was truly lucky.

“You should be my girlfriend,” she spoke, testing the waters. She tried to keep a straight face, not breaking Momo’s gaze. She feared if she looked away, whatever little chance she had would flitter away, and Momo would disappear. With how long it took, she expected rejection. But nothing could’ve prepared her for what Momo said next.

“Eh? I thought I was already your girlfriend.”

Nayeon’s mouth hung open, speechless.

“What?” Momo sat up quickly, “Are you really not my girlfriend? Well you’re saying weren’t before, but now you want to be? Eh? What?”

“Well! We never talked about it!” Nayeon sputtered, “I thought you might be seeing other people!” She flipped the bedsheets up, unsure who she was mad at when the true answer was herself.

“No! Of course not! I don’t want to date anybody else but you!”

Cool water poured over the raging fire inside of Nayeon, her face settling into a fine red shade as the steamy tension seeped out of her. What replaced it was laughter. Laughter from both of them that came in waves, all the way from the kiss they shared after their confessions, to the time they went to sleep.

It was the night Nayeon figured she could properly call herself lucky. Lucky and free of all regrets. Even as she woke up an hour later than intended, with Momo being no help and there being a very noticable lack of breakfast made. She eventually settled for begrudgingly calling in sick, though she guessed having a day in with Momo was well worth it.

They made breakfast together (more like lunch by the time they pulled themselves out of bed), showered, watched whatever they could find on tv, and wrapped it all up with a bow in the form of more sex. Nayeon went home that day very happy, very well rested and feeling less alone, even when she went home.

Things carried on as they usually did the next day. She went to work like she did every weekday, though she got up a bit earlier to take the train in, making the active choice to take in the sights. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was nice, in a way. At work, she got everything done as needed, and even chatted with a few of her coworkers on her break. It went by much quicker than usual, and in no time flat she was taking the train over to the ramen shop.

She stepped through the door way, moving the curtains aside, looking around for that special someone of hers.

And when she finally caught sight of her, she was talking to her friend again. Rather intensely, she might add. It was…

Cute.

She made her way over to her usual seat, which was thankfully free, while wondering what Momo was rambling about so excitedly.

She watched curiously as Seulgi put a hand up, stopping Momo from talking, before reaching into her bag. She handed Momo a folded cloth over the counter. She cradled it gently, as if it was some delicate material, which piqued Nayeon’s interest even more. She waited to see if she would unfold it, which she did, and all it was…

Was an apron.

“Man, this really brings back memories,” Momo laughed. She tied it around herself, over the one she normally wore.

“All I need to do is iron the logo on and perfect,” she twisted around looking down at if from every angle she could, “That’s what they do to all the cheap aprons here anyway and-“

In the middle of her movement, her eyes drifted over to the familiar seat on the right, seeing it occupied by a woman that Nayeon would describe as good looking, but a little flawed in personality. She had a tendency to overwork and overthink. But she always meant well. And that woman hoped her girlfriend new that.

Momo’s smile got ten times brighter, and Nayeon’s heart grew ten times bigger.

“Ah, by the way,” Momo motioned Seulgi over to Nayeon, “I never got a chance to introduce you to my girlfriend.“

Nayeon really was lucky after all.

[yourkimjaejin]

Golden Hour

From Coconut Noona Injunnie!!! Look Momo-ah didn’t come home last night. I know she passed out in the practice room. I was wondering if you could drop some clothes off for her to change into? I saw on the shared calendar that you we meeting with some producers for you cover. You’ll be at the company earlier than me. I’ll leave a bag in the kitchen for you to grab. Thanks!!!

These were the two messages Renjun woke up to. He kind of felt pathetic. All Hannah had to do was mention Migyeong’s name and he was making a detour to the AG dorm, picking up the aforementioned bag then heading down to his car.

The singers heart clenched when his fellow member said Moxy spent the night at the company. Probably passed out after too many run-throughs of tour choreo. All of the NCT members were worried about the rapper. Coming from one world tour and going straight into another was a lot for anyone. Just ask Haechan and Mark at the beginning of 2023.

But nobody could tell Moxy ‘no you can’t.’ or ‘maybe you should rest.’ By next year, any 127 promotions we’re gonna be on hold while most of their male members started military service. No way was Moxy not gonna give it her all.

Renjun sighed and shook his head as he pulled into one of the empty parking spaces. Sometimes he couldn’t help but admire people like Mark, Haechan, and the members of AG. Giving their 200% to two groups is a lot. But none of them would have it any other way.

The males mind shifted to his upcoming meeting. He’s been wracking his brain for days. Thinking of the perfect song for his next cover. Every song felt good but not good enough. Which lead to him changing his mind more times than he can count. The managers made the meeting today to finally nail down the song so they could get started rearranging and scheduling time to film the video.

In the middle of his overthinking, Renjun didn’t even register when he made it up the elevator to the door of 127’s practice room. I really need coffee is what he thought as he opened the door. He checked around the room for his g— the girls sleeping body.

The sight on front of him made all the thoughts moving around in his brain halt.

Sprawled across the leather couch was Moxy. Her prone body underneath the knitted blanket Jisung and Chenle bought for her birthday. One leg was dangling over the edge, a foot grazing the grey floor. Her left arm curled underneath her head, holding the pillow in place. The long curly hair spread out in a halo around her head. Waves of black and light brown cascading over the couch cushion.

Renjun remembered when she came back from the hair salon months ago. Moxy stood in the Dream dorm complaining about what the company decided to do with her hair for Fact Check. Black with light brown chunky highlights.

Honestly Renjun couldn’t help but laugh cause he, along with everyone in the K-pop industry, knew Moxy could pull off anything. It wasn’t any different with this look either. When 7dream watched the music video, Renjun choked on his drink when her face appeared first, curly hair and devastating eye makeup

The boys got a big kick out of that.

As quiet as he could, Renjun walked over to her side and set the bag down by her foot. His hand was inches away from her shoulder when the light of dawn filled the room. The orange and red sunrise illuminated every inch. Coating Moxy in a ethereal glow.

If Renjun could commit an image to memory, it would be Migyeong in the morning. The way the sun bounced off her caramel skin had him addicted. Any time she spent the night in his room, he’d wake up early just to get a glimpse of her in the morning.

And like lightbulb going off, Renjun knew the song he wanted to cover.

He watched Moxy's eyes flutter open, disoriented. Her mind registering who who was in front of her.

“Junnie-ah?” Her voice rough with sleep, “What are you doing here?” Moxy tried to sit up but her body wasn’t cooperating. So Renjun stepped in. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled Moxy upright. Her body curled into his side naturally, head nested in the crook of his neck. Somehow, even though she's taller, Moxy made herself smaller to fit in the male's arms.

Sometimes Renjun has a really hard time not squealing around her.

He felt more than he heard her mumble something, "What did you say?"

"I said....isn't your cover meeting today?" Moxy voice got clearer, stronger as she woke up fully.

Renjun moved the hand near her waist upward, taking a curl and tucking it behind the sleepy girl's ear, "Yeah. I've got ten minutes until it starts." With a groan Moxy sits up, stretching her torso out. A few bones cracking after her stay on the couch.

"Did you finally figure out the song you want to sing?" She asked, Moxy's eyes blinking slowly.

The sun finally showed its face, making the practice room ten times brighter. The light casting a white glow around Migyeong.

Beautiful he thought.

"Yeah. Yeah I did." He said was a smile.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I swear Renjun releases a cover and my MoxJun muse bangs on pots and pans until I wake up a write something for them.

I also wanna take the time to say sorry for the time between posts. Work really ramps up during this time of year but after a couple for weeks I'll be free to post and write as much as I want!! So just be patient with me. I'll post as I finish things but the bulk of the posts I plan to release during the December

Anyways, I hope you this MoxJun brain rot and see you later ~ Author Izzy

Also below is how I imagine Moxy hair looking but with her super curly hair.

Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[nikkiismywife]

Title: Shall We Dance?

Fandom: Shining Nikki

Pairing: Aeon/Loen

In the well-lit room full of grandeur chandelier and candles, where the high-profiled guests are clinking their glasses together and chatting amongst themselves with their highly-trained smiles and professionally monotoned manners, the classical music being played so beautifully like a fast windmill he swears the colorful waves look so much more colorful and glittering than usual, and the upper-class food cooked fresh and steamed in an overdone way, Aeon finds himself looking underdressed despite how proud he is with his lapis blue two pieces suit paired with a floral golden pattern and black shoes. Having never been in a party, much less a charity event where many of the guests are well-known, professional designers whom he knew of mostly because of the existence of their Designer's Reflections in their mirrors, he ends up looking like a stick out of the mud, specifically when it is clear he is invited by Nikki to be her plus one for the event.

Having becoming so famous due to the unexpected popularity of her nail salon, her designs having been taken off quite recently and passed around to so many of the inner circles of the fashion world (courtesy of her association with many of Miraland's most well-known figures such as Lolory, Zoey, and Dodora), and many of her actions and achievements being unexpectedly caught on camera, Nikki seemingly has become a beacon for Miraland and thus, she received lots of invitations in a short amount of time. Momo had excitedly grumbled his paws around these invitations, his eyes lit-up at the huge popularity Nikki had been getting and hoping for the chances of free BBQ.

The pink-haired undergraduate was cheerfully checking out the details of those invitations while aided by the God of Styling, offering her the pros and cons of attending them while Marina played around, her eyes sparkling in awe of the fancy designs and handwriting being displayed.

In the end, they all chose to attend a charity event being hosted in a five-star hotel’s decked ballroom from Apple Federation's Lodden. Apparently, it’s a charity for donating clothes for the children, disabled, and people in poverty. Nikki, bless her heart, wants to attend of her usual genuine goodness and even made clothes since she wanted to do her part. That seems to intrigued the Blue and Momo as well, both of them helping her in sewing the clothing and even made some input onto the design.

Marina bought all kinds of materials, from powdered dust to stickers, wanting to make the clothes pop out and fun as she puts it, decorating them into the plain t-shirts and skirts from all over the place, her hands messy with the dust and paints she grabbed with her tiny hands. Nikki lets the young child did her part, finding them to be super cute despite the messy constrast and she thought that the kids would really like it.

Aeon found it peaceful and comfy, as he sewn the clothes along with Nikki and Blue, cooking them food as the four become so enraptured that they forgot to take their meals, giving headpats and strokes around Momo’s fur, visibly pleasing him much to his overdramatic horror, and cleaning up Marina whenever she got herself too messy.

In all honesty from the day he was born, he barely gets to do stuff for the benefit of others and he’s surprised with how pleasant it makes him feel. The idea of seeing the relieved smiles and gratefulness displayed in the emotions of these people delights him to know that he’s doing his part to ensure their warmth and comfort. Having clean clothes that protects your body should be a basic necessity for everyone, which is why he’s so focused as she sews the fabric with the needle and ensures that the design looks as simple yet gorgeous to mesmerize at.

While he has no interest in attending the event, his duties in the Ark and personal interests being much more important to him, he is doing so for Nikki’s sake. That, and Marina is over excited at the prospect of joining a “fun and fulfilling” event where she could try many yummy foods and chat with so many amazing people. Aeon may forgo to mention the formalities of attending such an event, wanting her to learn responsibility and manners.

Aeon observes Nikki mingling with the crowd, wearing a puffy light pink dress with pearls surrounding the bottom, pink heels duller in color, rose bracelets made out of well-carved wood, and hair dried in reddish-brown as she styles part of the hair in a bun as the rest is clipped. She has a warm smile on her face that is just as natural as her sunny aura, accompanied by Blue, wearing a sparkling see-through white dress showing off parts of their androgynous body, vine-like gloves, and brown-and-gray sandals. Their and Nikki’s hands latch onto each other as if fearing to be apart, their gazes to one another scream longing and loving softness, and Blue lays their head on top of Nikki’s shoulder as the former contentedly, their shoulders now embracing Nikki’s hips while the poor guy they are both conversing with looking back and forth at the couple as to whether he should leave them to their sweet privacy or continue his conversation with them

Speaking of which, Marina and Momo already quit the ballroom, feeling immediately bored at the boringness of it all and he can hear their delighted screams at the chaotic commision they’re causing and the frantic yelps of whom he’s sure is the voice of a security guard trying to reign their temper to no avail. Aeon understands his responsibility of keeping these two in trouble, but he wants to have a quiet night for himself and he can scold Marina tomorrow on how to behave herself in a grand event and appear formal towards rich people.

He hears the announcement from the speaker, who thanks the guests for coming and speaks with a drawl tone of her gratefulness of the success of the charity. Aeon only listens to the orchestral music, witnessing archaic yet blooming waves springing to life and it gives him a huge smile on his face, witnessing how the music’s rhythm is so alive with the plain yet beautiful colors he’s witnessing.

He is snapped back to reality from a change of the music to see Nikki and Blue having a dance together, their love for each other so pure and intimate as they carefully lead each other’s steps to perfection. Their close embrace filled with so much affection, their gazes holding onto each other with such intimacy, and their slow movements showcasing the amount of care they hold onto one another just like so many of the couples he had when he occasionally checks on the Designer’s Reflections in their Personality Mirrors. They are the center of the stage, the prying eyes of the crowd captivated by their genuine love, as if their respective lovers couldn’t hold a handle as to what infatuation these two could hold.

The music leans to becoming more and more romantic, the chandelier lights shine bright like broken diamonds, the crowd stands erratic, feeling envious of the pure love coming from the gentle Nikki and the encouraging God of Styling, the appetizing food are left forgotten, awaiting to be eaten. Distant screams can be heard from the hallway, possibly coming from Marina and Momo and Aeon sees the waves of the music becoming as deep red as roses, carrying a sensual romantic connotation as he hears the sounds becoming slow yet melodic.

He finds himself captivated by the couple’s dance and at that moment, Aeon yearns to have the kind of love they both have. There seems to be an uplifting feeling you could get to be able to spend all of your devotion to someone who would willingly be with you for the rest of your life. He wonders what that would feel like, to share all of your deepest secrets and most precious memories with that someone. That someone who could become one’s soulmate. Forming personal connections is one thing he’s still getting used to and while he’s happy to say he managed to make some new ones after he and Marina are allowed to travel to Marina, he feels like an outsider out of his element after being cooped up in the Ark for so long.

Besides, there is only one person whom he truly wanted to be with…

The night blooms with shining glamor and sultry passion, the reasons for the hosting of the event now completely forgotten as people dance amongst each other as if the dawn is still new and it is their last moments together. While everyone is lost in the moment, Aeon drinks red wine so deep it looks black. Sharp, yet sweet, it reminds him of how nice it would have been to dance with someone. While he doesn’t mind the silence and the privacy that accompanies him in the Ark, with only Marina’s squeaks and theatrics serving to fill in the atmosphere…he thought about how sometimes companionship could be good.

The times where he joined into the adventures with Nikki, Blue, and Momo, the times when Yexiao finds her way to the Ark to provide him and Marina company with the peaceful and at times outrageous stories she had witnessed before forgetting it altogether, the times when Dodora gives him multiple cds of heavy metal…it all fills him with so much satisfaction he never felt before. He doesn’t just yearn to have the romance he always saw when witnessing the moments frozen in time from the Personality Mirrors, but also the companionship that comes with it. Whether platonic and romantic, Aeon finds himself wanting to have memories with the people he loves and be able to cherish the time he is able to have, no matter how long or short it is.

Despite the fact that he can freely talk with the Designer’s Reflections in the Personality Mirrors, they can never evolve unless gaining enough power or unknown forces allows them to leave their mirrors, granting them the ability to be capable of growth, in the case of Yexiao or Ashley, and even that, its such a rare occurrence. They will always live through those frozen moments and will always reset when their memories start a do-over once more. There’s always pain in his eyes when the Reflections he always wanted to talk with couldn’t remember who he is.

With how late in the evening, it still feels young, with the upper class people now getting themselves to enjoy the relaxation they get to have while it lasts, Nikki and Blue are still the idol of the night and Marina and Momo are nowhere in sight, possibly retreating to somewhere where they get to have fun. Before he knows it, his steps are departing from the ballroom, seeking the presence of the sparkling night sky and the fresh, cold wind. He finds himself surprised at the sudden action, but he doesn't defect, letting his inner desires do the work.

Before he knows it, he is standing alone at the balcony, filled with glassy and metallic railings and darkness enveloping the mood. Just like he wanted, he finds the warmth in the sparkling night sky gracing before his presence and the fresh, cold wind kissing his pale skin. It looks so beautiful, with the way the stars twinkle as if demanding his attention and the moon bringing its light onto the world. Having been so used to being cooped up in the Ark and observing the chaotic, threatening waves of the Ocean of Memories, Aeon longs to witness any new sights. The landscapes of the luscious growth of the environment, the shimmering dawn of a new day, the heavenly horror of abandoned locations, the futuristic, neon lights from humanity’s achievements…

For as long as he remembers, he wants to know what they all would be like in reality. He dreams of witnessing the aging frost, old, archaic buildings overcome by nature, the unbelievable auroras that conquer the sky, speakers playing heavy metal as the singers ram up the crowd in their concert…He witnesses so much thanks to his newfound friends and he couldn’t truly be much more grateful of their willingness to share everything with him.

Before he could wander more in his thoughts, loud steps could be heard. It sounds rough and hard, letting him know that the person producing these sounds, so it couldn’t be Nikki and Blue, who are gentle in their steps. For a second, he thought that it could be Marina, since she is always playful and loves to stomp on her feet. However, she’s wearing sandals today and they barely make sounds that have a hard edge to it, always light and occasionally noisy in its melody. And Momo never wears shoes.

Fluffs of blonde hair are illuminated by the moonlight, beaconing onto it as if blessing a god. Upon stepping closer, Aeon can see the person is wearing a blue two-piece suit complete with a black-and-white patterned tie, an emerald brooch wrapped by alloy metal, a gold metallic watch with silver linings and black engravings surrounding the clock, and black, shiny dress shoes. As the person steps out of the shadows, Aeon recognizes who he is.

“Loen, you’re here…” He can barely let out a whisper, finding himself in a daze at Loen’s pretty smirk and glistening eyes while his heartbeat slightly increases.

“Hey Aeon!” Loen greets cheerily. He smells of mint extract, refreshing and strong. “If you’re here, that means Nikki and everyone else is here, huh?”

“Nikki and Blue are dancing in the ballroom, seemingly the center of the stage. I am not sure where Marina and Momo are currently, but as far as I know, they are trying to have fun outside in what they call a “boring event”.”

Loen laughs, full of joy and warmth that Aeon finds himself captivated just how soothing the mercenary sounds like. “Haaah! That sounds like them!” The man then adopts a gentle smile, sparkling of radiant sincerity that Aeon can feel that his cheeks go pink. “Say, what are you doing here all by yourself, standing hollowly in your lonesome?”

A long moment of silence settles between the two. Aeon can’t help but still be dazed for just how beautifully attractive Loen looks. His features give him a mature, yet boyish look and he can’t marvel over what it would be like to marvel over his messy, yet soft-looking hair, and his suit grant him a gentleman-like aura that he never felt before towards the blonde man. Aeon continues to be in a gaze, losing himself in the thoughts of his longing crush until he can hear a serious cough. Aeon looks up, watching Loen gazing over him with a curious look all the while Aeon feels his blushing rising. “...I am merely how pretty the night looks…” Aeon answers after another long term of silence, feeling awkward and embarrassed over his ignorance.

“Don’t you want to dance back there?” Loen asks, the moonlight dancing all over him as if he is an emperor demanding respect.

“There is nobody that I have any interest in doing so…” Aeon barely lets out a whisper, but which Loen can hear just fine. “I find it more lightening to be here, admiring the stars and the sky than to be cooped up in a room. I know Nikki and Blue won’t mind my missing presence.”

Loen lets out a hum of agreement, turning his head up to watch the moonlit sky. There is a melancholic look settling around his features, his eyes downcast and his lips bitten as if dying in regret. “I miss these kinds of moments that I have with my moments…Ah!”

Loen shakes himself in surprise, grinning sheepishly as he scratches the left of his face. “Aeon, you won’t mind me reminiscing about those old days of war I used to participate in? Just want to make sure you feel comfortable…”

“It is not a problem with me,” Aeon reassures the mercenary, even gracing him with a soft smile for extra emphasis. “I have seen worse during my travels with Nikki and the stories I heard from the Designer’s Reflections. If you find it painful to continue further…I’m here…”

“...Thanks, you’re a good man, you know?” A pained expression crosses over Loen’s face that the admin thought to go over to offer him comfort, but upon witnessing the change of Loen adopting a more sorrowful, yet serious look, Aeon stops himself, wanting to let Loen go at his own pace.

Loen recalls to Aeon about how he and his comrades back in the Apple Independence War occasionally relax and just do nothing as they watch the skies and the landscapes of the places they traveled to. He talks about the times where they are drinking their sorrows away, pretending to be normal men who are just having a boys’ night out. Of the times they were listening to one of their friends who has a deep interest in astrology pointing out the names of the constellations. Of the times where they talk about their dreams and desires in life, wondering if they were ever gonna make out of this war alive and be able to have jobs and a family they always wanted. He offers silent comfort when Loen has to relieve the deaths of the comrades who aren’t aware they were coming closer to death’s door and whisper sorrowfully of realizing the reality of war and being forced to become a child soldier abiding by his father’s request.

Aeon knows all of this. The Ark contains all sorts of troves of knowledge and that includes personal information of the various people in Miraland, many of which comes from the Designer’s Reflections themselves, being an extension of someone whose deepest moments while they design an outfit forever frozen in time. Thus, he knows all sorts of trajectories the blonde has to overcome. However, it feels different hearing these of the Loen in the present. He developed a sense of maturity and peacefulness that his younger selves hadn’t had yet and even what he thinks now may be different from the self a month ago.

Aeon has always admired Aeon, being one of Miraland’s guardians, who despite witnessing the tragedy of life, decides to shoulder forward to help people. Ever since watching his first ever meeting with Nikki, he occasionally watches him out in the mirror, observing as he helps people out from commissions and serving Saviour for the betterment of mankind. Despite his cheerful demeanor, he shows a sense of maturity and seriousness that gets upfront when it comes to the people he loves. It’s what drew Aeon to Loen in the first place and he never regretted the chance of meeting him the very first time.

If anything, it developed into a romantic crush that caused Aeon’s heart to skip a beat and his cheeks to flush whenever the man steps way too close for him. He was confused at this new fluffy feeling that burns him alive, having asked Nikki of this new strange problem he enraptured himself in. The moment she explained what these feelings he might be having, he was at peace with it.

These are new inexplicable surroundings in his busy life, but everything can be inexplicable, especially dealing with the psychology of people’s feelings and reasonings. While sometimes it is hard for him to deal with this new love he feels for Loen, he doesn’t mind it. He is welcoming the heartwarming adoration and the tenderness of being with Loen.

“So Aeon…” He hears Loen speak as Aeon brings himself back to reality. “What does it feel like to attend a formal party for the first time?”

“Attending a party causes me a small level of embarrassment,” Aeon answers, all serious and almost never hesitating. “I am an outsider, because although I knew who these people are as I have watched the transpires of Miraland in the Ark and interacted with their Designer’s Reflection, they don’t have an idea as to who I was and I vow to stay silent as to not expose it.”

“You’d be a pretty good conversation starter,” Loen utters, his hand supporting his chin on the railings as he stares at Aeon strangely that the latter couldn’t identify as to what it is. “You know so many things not even the most dedicated of historians in this year would know about. I think lots of people would love to ramble in front of you.”

“That’s the advantage of being one of the admins of the Ark,” Aeon clarifies. “A lot of Designer’s Reflection had given me a much clearer version of events that had transpired through history. Thus, to an average person in Miraland, they would think I’m very much a scholar when that is not the case. Plus, the Ark has mysterious forces that store lots of information throughout the many occurrences among many worlds not even the most powerful forces of their world could have. I think many people would be able to discern it if they had something like the Ark.”

“I understand the advantage that comes with it, but I don’t think that anyone would have the willpower as you do to study all of it,” Loen preens, staring at Aeon as if he’s a grace from the gods. “Not everyone would have the patience to read through books or be willing to hear out the true versions of events as much as you do. I learned a lot of things from you despite only stepping one foot in Miraland and at points, I rely on you more on information about many things.”

“That’s high praise coming from you.”

“Hey, I’ll let you know I can compliment someone whenever they deserve it!” The blonde cheekily grins, not hurt from Aeon’s statement. “But…you’re pretty amazing, always amazing. I think you should know just how utterly amazing and smart you are! Always strong, brave, and empathetic and willing to lend a hand. You’re also fun to be around with and I love hearing you ramble about metal…Its just that…I don’t even know how to say it without making myself sound really embarrassing…”

The way Loen scratches the back of his chin while blushing so redly like cherries makes him sound so adorable. Aeon can’t identify why it is, but there’s something so intimate between the two of them…something so personal that he couldn’t tell as to what it is…But what if it is? However, he could be mistaken…he doesn’t want to say anything while being ascertain…

“It’s almost midnight now…” Loen whispers just enough for Aeon to hear him, taking a note on his watch. “I bet the party hasn’t even finished yet.”

“That reminds me…” Aeon fastens himself, already deciding to leave the balcony. “It should be Marina’s bedtime…I should not carry myself like this…”

As he moves past Loen, the latter takes his hand as swift as a bullet and spins him around so the two could take a look at each other. Aeon is surprised at the amount of force Loen displays, unsure of what the latter is thinking.

“Ummm…didn’t you say earlier that you haven’t danced yet?” Loen says softly, almost as if apologizing to Aeon for what he’s doing.

“Yeah…but Marina…”

“Aren’t Nikki and Blue here? Plus Momo is with her, he’s probably responsible enough to demand a child for her bedtime, even though I’m pretty sure he isn’t.”

“Loen…”

“I want to have this dance with you, if you want to…” Loen bows as he lends out his hand to the unaging immortal, his smile dazzling like the myriad of lights crowning the Pigeon Kingdom and he has an adoring expression that fumbles straight into Aeon’s heart. “I don’t like dancing, actually. In fact, the idea of having a romantic evening with someone in a ballroom makes me uncomfortable. However…if it's you, I actually find myself not minding the idea…So, will you give me the opportunity of having the pleasure of dancing with me tonight?”

Before Aeon can think clearly, he takes Loen’s hand and the two find themselves in the moon’s shine. There is nothing that accompanies them. No elegant classical music, no crowd to peer onto them, the wind is no longer swifting, and the stars aren’t twinkling anymore as if bored in this long party. Just the moonlight shining onto them as if only to be here for the spectacle. And yet, Aeon thinks that it is the most romantic thing that he had ever witnessed.

Loen sways him around slowly, taking good care of Aeon’s steps as he guides the latter around the place. The man’s rough yet delicate appearance is pleasant around Aeon’s soft and small ones. Loen moves in such expertise that Aeon finds it unbelievable that he gets to have this moment with him. It is clear to both of them that Aeon barely has any experience, despite having watched couples in the Personality Mirrors doing so, it doesn’t mean he has the practice. Yet, Loen carefully makes sure that Aeon doesn’t make any missteps and they make up for it for just how smooth everything is.

Aeon can feel the deep gaze Loen does onto him. His attractive features are more charming from the moon’s bright shine. His feelings are on the high rise, his pinkish face finding itself in a defensive stance as to hide the love he felt for this man. And Loen feels like a gallant man taking a woman on a special dance on the sunny meadows, except that special dance is for him.

“Enjoying yourself?” Loen teases half-jokingly, yet there is a cherished sense of sincerity to it.

Aeon nods with a smile, allowing himself to be lost in the moment as Loen continues to guide him gently, like he is special and he is only there for Loen’s eyes only. Only him that he gets to have this genuine moment of intimacy they have that no other person could have dared to touch.

They both laugh and cry with joy, their infectiousness brightening up so much more as they both look into each other’s eyes. They continue to dance and dance and dance, waiting for the perfect moment to end. At this very moment, they don’t care about anything but themselves. Their eyes only focused onto each other with so much heartache and yearning that the more they daze onto each other, the more they recognize the love they feel for one another.

As they stop onto the moon’s circle shine, Aeon feels the tremble of Loen’s hands, shaking as if fearing as to what comes next. Wanting to calm the man down, Aeon cups Loen’s face, smiling gently as if coaxing to give in to their temptations. Loen couldn’t help but feel he’s in a dreamful bliss of witnessing how much joy and selfishness Aeon gets to have in this moment of dance he gets to have. Seeing a side of the man he so rarely expresses and gosh, does the mercenary want Aeon to be more like this.

They can feel their gazes, the longingness of it all and how much it weighs them, the heaviness and the pining. It becomes so clear now that they wonder how the other fell so hard and how they only noticed it till now. However, It doesn’t matter now as they lips touch each other softly and intimately.

Bursting like fireworks in the night sky, they can only focus onto each other’s lips, sweet like sugar and fragrant like coffee on. It’s all they can taste all the while the weigh of their love can be felt by one another, begging to be kissed again and again and for all their love to be shared and spread.

As they part from one another, silence dawning onto them as they couldn’t help but gaze onto one another. Then, Loen asks another question. “Another?”

Aeon simply smiles as they partake onto one another once more.

At the household of Nikki, Momo, and Blue, they were all watching the popular animated action-drama, Legend of Rangers. However their binge-watching is all abandoned when everyone else is listening to Loen’s overdramatic, glorious recounting of his evening with Aeon as if they are gossiping office workers.

“No way you smooched with him!” Momo screeches, finding the thought of Loen getting a boyfriend to be mere impossible, much less with Aeon.

“Of course I did! I’m a charmer after all, what wouldn’t you expect from me?” Loen carefully took all the time to gloat in front of Momo, finding all of the not-cat’s disbelief to be simply hilarious.

“Ohhh!!! I’m so interested to hear all of it! My brother finally found a knight in shining armor!!!” Marine squeals dreamily, bouncing on the couch expected from someone her age. “It’s unfair though that he gets to dance with you, I wanna dance with you too!”

“Don’t worry, little miss, I’m sure that chance will come someday,” Loen tells her sweetly, a promise for him that he sincerely wants to keep, as much as he hates the thought of dancing with anybody but Aeon. However it's his adorable and chaotic lil sister, so he’ll let her have this moment. “However…there are conditions for me to fulfill, can you do all of them?”

Marina pouts cheekily, the man laughing for just how adorable she does it. She simply huffs, crossing her arms proudly. “Well, don’t worry! I’m Marina and I know I can do it, just you wait!”

“Seriously though, I thought that Loen would never get together with Aeon, cause he seems to be type to have relationships that are long-distance. You can’t blame me for thinking this way!”

“At least I have a boyfriend. How about you, little demon cat, surely can you be able to court someone with that cutely feline face of yours?”

“Why you- I told you I’m not a cat and I’ll let you know that I can definitely have a girlfriend…or a boyfriend…doesn’t matter! I’m here to prove you wrong you motherf-“

“Momo, Marina is here!” Nikki chastises her long-time companion as Loen howls with laughter, petting Momo’s head affectionately all the while the latter grumbles.

“I made snacks for you all,” Aeon enters into the fray, setting the tray onto the table as everyone’s face glow, partaking onto the feast.

Nikki observes as Aeon lays his face onto Loen’s left shoulder, the latter preening with delight as his left hand cradles around Aeon’s ribs.

“…You two really love each other…” Nikki speaks out loud. “I think its a long time coming…”

“We don’t know why we didn’t notice, but we could say we have no regrets…” Aeon answers while Loen nods his head in agreement. “Despite that how we act around each other is the same for the most part…it feels so different when we are together now…”

“That’s true,” Nikki smiles sincerely, observing the way they hold onto each other with such love and care that it melts her heart of how much they obviously love each other. “I mean, Blue and I pretty much still act the same for the most part, with all the handholding and gazes we have for each other. But yet, it all feels so different, because we now know there’s this level of love and trust that exists. Being a lover with those same actions brings another meaning in comparison when we did those without that attachment.”

“There’s this sort of intimacy that couldn’t exist back when we’re still just friends to each other,” Blue takes over the conversation, the wiseness and maturity they hold as the God of Styling evident in their eyes. “Suddenly, when I hold Nikki’s hand, it feels so romantic, just so intimate and this sort of level of desire that we want to hold onto it as long as we want to back when we didn’t confess to one another, it all feels so casual…You two feel the same way, right?”

Loen hums, simply staring at Aeon as they snuggle onto each other. Both Nikki and Blue chuckle wholeheartedly as they wish them good luck on their relationship. The entire group goes back into watch Legend of Rangers, already on its way to its finale when Loen interrupts.

“There’s a new movie coming out this month…Apparently, Lolory is the main actress,” Loen tells Aeon, his fingers cradling his boyfriend’s hair with tenderness. “I think its about how she is an assassin and is hired to protect a princess from a group of terrorists who had a vendetta against her.”

“Are you telling me that we should go out?”

“A date, Aeon!” Loen exasperatedly grins. “I thought you might enjoy it. Plus, its more fun watching movies in a theater.”

“I haven’t been to one before…are they a good place?” Aeon asks with such cuteness that it simply melts Loen’s heart and almost gives in to his desire to snuggle with him.

“Some are crappy…some are pristine, it all depends on the location. And I’ll let you know, if there’s anything you ask, I’ll take you there…I want you to experience everything Miraland has to offer and be able to gain so much joy and love from it. Everyone deserves to have those kinds of experiences and I want you to have all of it, as you deserve it. And its free of charge, of course!”

As Loen gives him a wink, Aeon smiles as he grants Loen a peck on the check. He keeps thinking of the places he wants to go. The soft white snow of icelands, the roaring waves of the ocean, the romantic scenery of Ninir, the unique, excellent culture of Wasteland, the blooming petals of the gardens…He wanted to experience it all for so long and two years ago, that chance was granted to him and Marina and he couldn’t be all grateful for it.

As long as the people he loved are there for him, he’s willing to experience all what this world can offer him.

[the-hell-event-ate-my-gems]

Good thing we can use DTS in the salon now

Bad thing some sets who are already dyeable in CN are not dyed here, like: Soyika, summer 2, dancer and archer, north set, Glow and Nikki.... Just copy and paste here momo, just do it and let us dye Nikki and Glow!!!!

[loupy-mongoose]

After the sticker ask, now I HAVE to know. Would Momo be the kid to try playing salon and give her brother a “haircut” after getting ahold of some scissors?

That would be promptly shut down, but yeah, she would. XD

[what-fandom-again]

A brief exchange

I really like the idea that Dabi and Kirishima bumped into each other while shopping for hair dye so I made what is possibly the shortest thing I'll ever write

"I wouldn't choose that one"

Kirishima was at the hair salon again. The girls wanted to get their hair done and he decided to tag along. Mostly because his roots were starting to show again.

Sure, he could have gotten a dye job there. Momo was paying after all. But he wanted to do it himself.

Than a sudden, deep voice spoke next to him.

When he turned to look, it was none other than the villain Dabi! He wore a hoodie in an attempt to hide himself, but there was no doubt it was him. He also appeared to have a mask which was currently pulled down

Kirishima was baffled and admittedly scared. This would be the perfect moment for the villain to get the jump on them. They weren't prepared and there were no heros nearby. But to his surprise, Dabi just took the box Kirishima was holding.

"That is, if you're looking for something long lasting. This shit washes out easily".

The villain put the box back on the shelf and turned to grab another one.

"this one's better. It'll stay in for months and is easy to clean if you make a mess".

Dabi handed the box over to Kirishima, who reluctantly took it.

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments.

"Th-thank you?".

"Don't mention it.' The other shrugged. After getting his own hair dye, Dabi pulled up his mask and walked out the store without properly purchasing. Kirishima could have sworn he saw the villain stop by the magazine rack and shop lift one where Hawkes modeled.

"Hey Kiri! You good over there?" called Mina, who held a handful of hair products . "we're almost ready to go"

"Yeah, coming!" Kirishima replied, hair dye in hand. He decided to not tell the others about his little encounter despite the best of him. It didn't seem worth the trouble. Not now anyway.

[megaera-of-pigeon]

✨March Manwhore Madness✨ Official Commentary—Day 5

Goooooood Morning, Nikkiblrs! This is your host, Megaera, coming at you live for your morning update. Yesterday’s polls finished as anticipated in last night’s update, with Gray Raven and Qin Yi advancing on in the competition, while Wenren Dian and Chloris ending their Manwhore Journey here. Interesting things ahead for our winners, as Qin Yi will move on to the quarter finals matched against reigning Manwhore, Caprico, whom he placed second to in the previous competition. Can he bring a different energy to the contest this time and secure his win? And Gray Raven will be paired off with an equally strong competitor, Zhu Yuxian. Two devilish smirks should make for one interesting round!

Up next in the Shining League, we have a very fun match that’s expected to be quite close—if only because the two gentleman on the voting block today are ones that the greater nikkiblr likely has no strong opinions about either way, if they remember who they are at all. That’s right, it’s the battle of the background men! We have Bass, a semi-famous musician in Miraland who has popped up as an occasional opponent in the main lore storyline as well as a few event stories. You may also recognize him as a sometimes customer of Nikki’s nail salon. Against him we have Shawn, a quarrelsome young man who has accomplished such things as trying to steal Momo from Nikki, and having a low rarity reflection (art featured in the competition!). He’s known for being rude and manipulative, although the maintains devoted to his girlfriend. Neither one is your typical Manwhore candidate—which should make deciding between them all the more difficult! We spoke with the individual in charge of setting the contestant list, and their reasoning for including such underdistinguished side characters in the running was summed up as “Bruh, I just couldn’t think of enough men from shining Nikki to fill the brackets”. Hard hitting stuff. Currently, both men are keeping even pace with each other. Will Nikkiblr pick a clear favorite, or will the matter come down to a handful of votes like it did on Day 2?

Over in the Love League, we have another interesting match up. Today is the day that brings Shade—the people’s general of Dawn Front, the beloved amnesiac assassin, the tragic winter soldier of our dress up game lore—onto the voting block. Shade tends to perform overwhelmingly well whenever it comes to a vote, and we’re expecting a strong showing for him today. But all is not decided yet! Competing against him is the infamous designer of the Apple Apparel Group, Joe Brownie! Joe supporters have been campaigning for him before the Playoffs perhaps the hardest out of any candidate, citing several instances in canon that would qualify him for the Manwhore title and pointing out the areas in which Shade falls short as a true Manwhore. Because we’re not picking our favorite man, here—we’re picking our favorite manwhore. Shade has established an early lead, but if Joe supporters rally in force, there just might be an upset as the day goes on.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Angel: Fancy Milk Tea

Designer's Reflection: Fancy Milk Tea

Obtained: Casual Drinks workshop

Rarity: SR

Attribute: Pink/Sweet

Awakened Suit: Black Sugar Milk Tea

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Boba Obsession

Chapter 2 - Hardships and Inspiration

Chapter 3 - Popular Channel

Story - summarized

Angel loves boba tea. She even has a channel online dedicated to boba tea: the many flavors, the various toppings, the secret menu, how to pick a flavor for your mood...

Despite how much hard work she puts in, her channel remains slow.

Nevertheless, she still maintains enthusiasm with every new shop and special. And one of her favorite shops just opened a new branch. Angel heads straight there, eagerly waiting in line behind a man who has a long, long, long list of drinks to order.

Finally, she has her own boba, as well as two more for Nikki and Momo. She goes to their nail salon and gives them their favorite teas. As the friends chat and do their nails, Angel brings up her struggle with the channel. She also mentions that she tried fashion designing, but nothing stood out to her as good.

Nikki suggests combining bubble tea with designing. After their meet-up, Angel gets a bolt of inspiration: not only add boba elements to her clothes, but model them on camera when she does her blogs.

Sure enough, within a couple weeks, her channel hits 10,000 fans. All of them adore her style, and some want to buy copies of her designs. All is going well for Angel... until she ends up in line behind a man who has a long, long, long list of drinks to order. Again.

Connections

-Angel continues to come to Nikki's nail salon. Even if you hire Chi Xiaoyu or Helz to take over business for a day, you can check your customers list, and you will always see Angel at least twice throughout the week.

-Momo loves the social media spotlight as you can tell, and he got his big break in Pumpkin Witch when he displayed his very first design online.

Fun Facts

-Another name for bubble tea is "boba tea" because of two things: the tapioca balls look like colorful bubbles in the tea, and also because the Chinese word for tapioca balls sounds like "boba." You can learn more about this Taiwanese drink here.

-While Angel is a regular customer at Nikki's salon, no nail art was released alongside this suit.

-One of Angel's fans commented that she had "tres-cool designs." Tres is French for "very" and it's pronounced "tray" or "treh." Some people think it's trendy to drop French words in their comments or dialogue.

-I personally like how a design based after a sugary-sweet drink gets the Sweet attribute. It's a play-on-words.

[yuukei-yikes]

Ok...kano and momo owning a nail salon together... Take my oddly specific hc NOW

[musingsinmountains]

Hold The Line Chapter 10

Synopsis: If you would have guessed, you peaked in middle school. It was when you were at your happiest and your best friend in the universe, Kazutora Hanemiya, was deeply involved in your life. And one day, he disappeared. Life went on, but he was gone. Part of your soul died without him. Just as easily as your life as you knew it ended, fate had plans this weekend for you and your estranged middle school bestie.

C/W: Some OOC, characters aged to 20+, depression, talk of suicide, violence, talk of blood, sexual tension, profanity, f!reader, nicknames, smut, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, oral (both parties giving and recieving), masturbation, pillow talk

Pairings: Kazutora x afab!reader, suggested Baji x afab!reader

Previous Next

Chapter 10: Kazutor’s got a feeling and that’s all he needs.

In your dream, you find yourself surrounded by a fuck ton of flowers, your friends, and warm sun on your skin. You’re in a perfectly tailored suit. Your tie is a lovely shade of yellow, standing out against the black of your jacket. The boutonniere on your lapel is a delicate sunflower bud and a vine of wisteria blossoms. 

To your left is Keisuke, followed by Chifuyu, Draken and Takemitchy. Both men are in suits, similar to yours. Across the way, you can see Emma, Hinata, and Mitsuya’s little sisters. And then soft music begins to play. There she is, draped in white lace and silk. Her hands are obscured by a mixture of sunflowers and wispy wisteria. “Momo,” you whisper as your eyes become misty. Even though she’s at a distance, you can see she is crying as Draken escorts her down the aisle.  

“Kazutora?” Momo calls your name, “Kazutora, wake up”. Her hands are cold and damp on your chest. 

“My wife,”  you mumble, not wanting to wake from your dream. 

“Hey, I gotta get going. I’ve got my shift at the salon,” she’s standing in your room, drying her hair. The fact that you called her your wife didn’t register to you. 

“Huh?” grogginess weighs down your eyelids.

“Tora,” she sighs, “It’s monday. I have to go to work. Pretty sure you’re due at the pet shop.”

“Fuck! I overslept,” you scramble to get free from the blanket. You dress quickly to get on your way. As you head out, you grab Momo by the wait and give her a deep kiss. “I gotta run love, I’ll text you at lunch.”

“Be safe, I’ll talk to you soon.“ she calls out as you run out the door and get on your way to the pet shop. Luckily, you were only a few minutes behind Keisuke who was already unloading the delivery truck.

The day was good. The morning went by quite fast. Business was steady and you couldn't be happier. At least until you remembered you closed the shop tomorrow and that you had a shift as bouncer tonight. Fuck, your thoughts went to your side hustle. Between customers, you check your phone. Nothing from Momo. She’s at work and her hands are busy. On your break, you click on your message app and open her contact. 

HK: Hey Momo. I hope your day is going well. Do you remember where I put that letter?

HK: I love you. 

Your shift ends at two. Just a couple more hours, you do some deep breathing and you remind yourself that your day ends soon. Sadly, the end of your shift takes forever to come. No customers had come in since right before you took your break. You and Keisuke reorganized the clearance shelf and the impulse buys near the register. 

You call out to Keisuke, “Hey, My shift is up in thirty minutes. ‘Fuyu should be here soon!”

“Yes, I’m finishing up my break,” Keisuke calls back from the office. He eventually comes to the front and hangs out with you for a few minutes. Once Chifuyu comes in and you count your drawer, you head to clock out. “Later Tora,” Keisuke yells as you are stepping out the door. You wave and hop on your bike. 

Gotta get home, shower, play a round of Fall Guys, nap, eat something, and then go turn in that letter.  You chant your schedule to yourself as you make your way back to the apartment. You make quick work of your shower so you can get more game time in. You had hoped that this round of Fall Guys was gonna go real nice, but you ended up losing real close to the end of the round. Which isn’t a bad thing, but there wasn’t time in the routine to go for another go. As you tried to nap, you desperately wanted to finish that dream you were having this morning. The nap ended up being disappointing as all you could think about was working at the club tonight. That disappointment disappears when you look at your phone.

Momo: Sorry I didn't write back sooner. I was overbooked and just finished my day. 

Momo: The letter should be in your desk drawer.

Momo:  I love you too. Good luck <3

A message from Momo always brings a smile to your face.  You grabbed some of the leftover pizza from the other day and one of the random sports drinks from the fridge. Maybe this shift at the club wouldn’t be too bad. Monday nights usually weren’t. 

The parking lot was mostly empty when you arrived. It was always perplexing how this club survived when it was open on days no one ever came in. That right there should have been a red flag. You made sure to arrive earlier than you normally would so you could talk to the boss. As you approach his office, one of the girls is behind the reception desk. 

“Hey handsome,” she giggles. Her face was flushed and sweaty, “whatcha doin here so early? Hiroto-san doesn't pass off to you for another half hour.”

“Hi Rini-san,” you sigh, “I’d like to see the owner if he’s free.”

“I dunno, he seemed pretty jazzed about something. You sure you wanna risk anotha beatin? Yous gonna lose that gorgeous face if you do,” she popped her bubble gum. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. My parole officer would lock me up if she knew I was here,” you shrug. 

“I always knew you had a naughty streak,” she grins as she presses the call button. “Saito-san, you have a visitor”.  A guff reply came across the intercom and she ushered you to the door. Rini was having a hell of a time pulling the thick, most likely bullet proof, door open. She did manage to succeed once she kicked off the ridiculous heels the dancers wore. 

A brief moment of panic struck you as you walked into the owner's office. The two thugs who beat the living crap out of you last time smirked as you approached the two leather chairs that sat in front of the mahogany desk. The owner was in his private room, but the door was open meaning that he probably just finished with Rini before you arrived. As he makes his way back to his leather chair, he grins and shakes his head. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my best door man. What brings you to my office, boy?” His voice sounded sinister this time around. 

“Well,” you took a deep breath and kept your gaze on Saito, “the last time I saw you, you said we’d talk Monday. So here I am. Letter in hand. Ready to talk.” You kept it polite, matter of fact, and quite succinct. Was it newly found confidence? Or was it that you had to fake it so that the tiny bit of fear that rose like bile in your throat was masked?

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Saito paused, stroking his stubbled chin. It was funny, in a cosmic sort of way, how the notary called out that this was probably Yakuza territory. Saito looked exactly like how one would picture a Yakuza. Not a boss, but definitely a low level executive. “Well, do you have what I asked for?” 

“Yessir,” you handed him a copy of the notarized letter. Surprisingly, he takes it from you gently. As he reads it, he mutters some sentences. He makes odd expressions, or at least they seem odd for someone in his position. 

“Well written, clear intent, a generous thank you, and notarized?” Saito seems to glow. “So why? Why leave? Is this not a lucrative enough gig for you?”

“I enjoy it,” you release the breath you had been holding for what seemed like forever, “but I can’t keep on working this if I want to keep my freedom. The money isn’t worth my parole.”  It was true. Those under the table wages were really nice, but it only takes one choice to ruin your life.

“I brought you on because of your history,” Saito said, “are you telling me that I made a mistake?”

“No, sir.”

“Then why are you leaving? Did one of the girls tell you she’d fuck you if you did?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you get recruited by another club?”

“No, sir.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Sir,” you breathe, “I don’t know anything about you. If my parole officer found out I was here and she suspected I was getting even remotely involved with gangs again, I’d get locked up again. Truth be told, I’m looking to get married and I don’t think my intended would want to get married in a visitation room at the jail.”

“Fair enough,” Saito smiled. The satisfaction of getting you to explain yourself was enough to make his body language relax. “You caught me in a good mood boy. I have a nephew looking to start making some money to save for his future. I think the doorman position would be great for him. You train him for the next month and then your contract is up.” He turned to his computer and made quick work of an intent form. As it prints off, his stubby fingers pushed the call button on his intercom. “Rini, send in Mitsuba from the bar.”

After a moment, the bartender walks in with a small bag. “You called sir?” 

“Yeah, notarize this letter,” Saito ordered. Mitsuba did as he was told, then he handed you the letter. It outlined the terms of your last month; training your replacement and that your contract would expire one month from today. 

“Thank you sir,” you bowed, waiting for Saito to release you to go to your shift. 

“My nephew will start tomorrow. You may go,” Saito huffed.

After that your shift went super smooth. As predicted it was a slow and quiet night. The tiny victory of being free from this job in a month was giving you all the dopamine you desired. Finally, to be able to be free and have time for the love of your life made you so giddy. Your night ended at 1 am, Rini handed you your payment envelope, and you hopped on your bike. 

First thing tomorrow, you thought as the wind rushed past your ears, I am setting up a wedding account. When you get home, you actually make it into the apartment without causing a ruckus. As you lay down, you send Momo a quick message.

HK: Hey love. I just got home. Everything went perfectly. 

HK:  I’m free of the club in a month and I have a couple things I want to discuss with you.

Rereading those messages, you shudder at how it felt like you had something bad to tell her. 

HK: Its nothing bad. Just want to get us on the same page.

Not expecting her to respond, you head to sleep. Tonight, you are a free man. Tomorrow, your life begins a new.

Dividers by @benkeibear

Part of @enchantedforest-network​

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[ochqko-kinnie]

more random mha headcannons:

!! SLIGHT MANGA SPOILER WARNINGS !!

-Momo is fluent in several languages including Spanish, her and sero have random conversations together to help her practice

-ojiro is a hopeless romantic and fell hard for hagakure but she's very oblivious and doesn't realize that he likes her (or that she likes him too)

-momo has an online shopping addiction, class 1A always has the most packages on mail day, aizawa is too lazy to step in but is so close to

-todoroki and momo have matching turtle necks, they didn't buy them together but just so happened to both have the exact same one so now they twin

-todoroki is scared of the dark, he hates not knowing who or what's in it (it also has to do with his trauma and endeavor)

-iida sometimes feels self conscious since he's the only one who wears glasses

-mirko and hawks try to have dinner together at least once a week to get away from hero work and feel like normal people, sometimes they'll invite other heroes but they try to keep it between them most of the time

-uraraka cuts her own hair so she doesn't have to spend money at the salon

-after the war, class 1a sleeps in the common room a lot more often, so kirishima and momo made/got a bunch of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals to keep in there for whenever someone comes downstairs to sleep, instead of having to drag all there things downstairs they can just grab what they need and then put it back in the morning

-momo made sure to make personalized plushies of everyone's favorite animals with the help of kirishima who knew what everyone liked

-kirishima knows so much stuff about his friends, he'll ask random questions and keep it in the back of his mind, so far he knows everyone's favorite animal, color, movie/show, song, and food, he never gets anyone's mixed up either

-a lot of stray animals end up on UA's campus, so koda leaves bowls of water and food out for them

-bakugo only lets sato, sero, uraraka and asui in the kitchen to help with dinner since they're the best cooks, he'll give his other classmates random jobs to do while they do the main cooking

-todoroki and kaminari are both banned from the kitchen however, kaminari is horrible with recipes and always manages to hurt himself, and todoroki cannot cook for the life of him

-kaminari lived alone most of his life, but even then he never could learn to cook so he would order food or go out to eat at a fancy restaurant with the money his mom left him

-jirou will teach anyone who asks how to play an instrument, so far she's taught momo the bass guitar, uraraka the drums, and todoroki the acoustic guitar

-natsuo knows how to play the guitar as well, so when shoto took an interest in it, natsu tried teaching him how to play but quickly discovered he was a terrible teacher, shoto went to jirou instead and now they can play together when they hang out

[hitomashi]

class 1a as asmrtists

so I rlly like asmr and I listen to it to fall asleep and I was trying to sleep one night but the autism brain is too strong yk? anyways here's my takes on class 1a doing asmr.

1. aoyama - personal attention 100% he knows how to pamper a viewer

2. Mina - she's insanely good at those squishy sounds that make some ppl uncomfortable buy she likes em

3. tsu - she does those calm and organized videos where there's soft rain sounds in the back, and nature sounds

4. uraraka - she does whisper + soft spoken rants along with mouth sounds n stuff, and eating the things satou bakes

5. iida - he's found he's bad when it comes to talking so he usually just uses objects so he won't yell

6. ojiro - he does brushing sounds and whispers, like salon roleplays (bc of the other headcanon I have for him lols)

7. kami - he does VERY fast paced stuff, like the one minute roleplays or "5 roleplays in 60 seconds" type of stuff

8. kiri - tapping! he hardens his fingers and makes lil tappy sounds

9. kouda - very good at whisper asmr!!

10. satou - cooking sounds! he does some eating videos too, but he prefers to bake and then feed uraraka (he's scared she doesn't feed herself enough bc he's best boy)

11. shouji - king of mouth sounds, he's got like 17 mouths he can do it all

12. jirou - does those soft music videos

13. sero - tearing and ripping sounds, writing sounds, typing sounds

14. tokoyami - reads poetry and novels in a soft spoken voice, viewers like how his beak clacks together when he talks + his deep voice is very soothing

15. todoroki - has no idea what he's doing, but has a calm voice so ppl like him anyways

16. hagakure - does a lot of fast paced stuff and glove noises

17. bakugou - he can't control his volume either so he's only allowed to do plain sounds

18. midoriya - has a crazy skill with this, has the most popular videos on the class channel, can literally do it all

19. shinsou - master of soft spoken and whispering rants. nobody's scared of his quirk through a video, so he talks all he wants about anything (🥹)

20. Momo - she's insanely good with objects and making weird ass shit sound good, queen of rare triggers

[lalignedujour]

Certains lieux me suivent. Quand j'entends une histoire, les pièces, les rues, les points cardinaux se composent devant moi. Sans le vouloir, sans le savoir. C'est comme les rêves : il y en a qui reviennent, et d'autres inédits.

Ils sont en moi et apparaissent en aléatoire.

Il y a le salon de quand j'étais petit. Immense. Plein de cabanes potentielles, la voix de Bruno Masure qui résonne dans les tubes cathodiques de la télé, le tapis noir aux carrés de couleurs vives qui marque mes tibias tendres, et l'interdiction de jouer avec le téléphone à cadran. C'est là qu'habite Philippe Delerm, il y reçoit ses amis, il tire un rideau pour surveiller son rosier, parfois il monte dans la chambre de mes parents pour tenter de faire une sieste mais le bruit du gravier sous les pneus de la voiture le réveille.

Un appartement loué à la mer avec mon ancienne amoureuse. Un weekend de kiff à deux. Très peu de meubles, pas de linge de maison. Beaucoup de nourriture, beaucoup de sexe. On riait d'autant de gourmandises. C'est là que se passent pour moi toutes les anecdotes de ma sœur. Sauf pour la cuisine parce qu'elle était toute petite. Si elle me parle de cuisine, c'est celle d'un appartement que j'ai visité Boulevard Rochechouart il y a 12 ans. Il y avait pas mal de vaisselle sale et il faisait sombre, mais elle était assez grande pour accueillir une scène. Si elle me donne un autre élément (l'heure, par exemple), ce sera peut-être la cuisine du dernier appartement avec mes parents qui viendra.

Un autre appartement loué à la mer avec mes parents. On commandait à emporter et on mangeait à l'intérieur. Je pense qu'il avait fait moche cette semaine. En fait, je ne suis pas sûr que ce soit à la mer. C'est là que se passent la plupart des scènes de sexe des personnages de Houellebecq.

Une maison dans laquelle on a été deux étés de suite en vacances quand j'étais petit. Une table dans le jardin. La nuit tombait, ça sentait l'herbe encore chaude et la citronnelle. C'est à cette table que la fille de la chanson remonte sa jambe et montre ses Piqûres d'araignées à Vincent Delerm. "Elle dit regarde là, et là". "Elle dit tu vois, je ne mens pas".

Cet appartement dans lequel j'ai passé 15 minutes. J'avais 2 fêtes ce soir-là, mais au lieu de passer d'une fête à l'autre au milieu de la soirée (et de ne profiter vraiment d'aucune des deux), j'ai préféré aller à la première fête avant la fête et profiter de mon pote (qui était la seule personne que je voulais vraiment voir), puis aller à la deuxième fête du début à la fin. Il venait d'emménager, il avait installé un sapin et avait fait imprimer sa tête d'ahuri sur les boules, ça m'a fait rire. C'est là qu'habite aussi Momo de La vie devant soi.

Mon premier appartement de couple est le premier appartement de tous les couples.

Mais la chambre de tous les enfants est en fait la chambre d'un copain chez qui j'ai dormi une seule fois vers 11 ans.

Toutes les scènes sur les aires d'autoroutes se déroulent pour moi sur la même aire d'autoroute.

Le discours de Fabrice Caro se passe chez ma sœur. En attendant Bojangles aussi, mais dans un ancien appartement à elle.

Quand Tesson nous raconte son amour impossible entre les pins des Landes, je les vois entre les pins oui mais près de mon lac en Suède.

Dans la chanson de Volo 17 ans, il se voit ado juger l'adulte qu'il est devenu, qui fait du vélo qui a des enfants. Ça se passe dans l'impasse du lôtissement péri-urbain où j'ai grandi. Alors que je n'y ai pas été ni ado, ni adulte. Je crois que ça symbolise l'âge adulte et le fameux combo maison, couple, voiture, enfants. Je n'avais pas de chien. S'il y a un chien, ça change la donne :

Dans Un soupçon légitime, Zweig décrit deux pavillons Anglais, côte à côte. Derrière, passe une rivière où joue le chien, et où se baladent les jeunes parents. Eh bien, pour moi c'est la Sèvre Nantaise. Les premières pages disent bien que c'est dans la campagne, non loin de Bath. J'aurais beau le relire, ça n'y changera rien : je vois la Sèvre Nantaise, en un point précis des quartiers sud de Nantes.

Si c'est dans la rue, c'est souvent à Berlin (je n'y ai vécu que de l'hiver à l'été). Mais dans L'étranger, c'est une rue de Tanger. Le dimanche qu'il passe à observer les allers et venues en fumant à sa fenêtre, c'est une rue qui descend vers le Détroit. La pente est douce, il y a une marche tous les trois mètres, mais entre les marches, les pavés sont aussi en pente. Ça donne une démarche sur la retenue, bassin en arrière, sauf chez les enfants (qui n'ont pas peur de tomber, et qui ont bien raison). Ce ne sont pas vraiment des pavés, c'est plutôt du béton quadrillé en relief. Le bord des marches est rouge et le reste est gris. En haut, il y a un arrêt de bus, c'est pour ça que les gens descendent la rue par flux discontinus. (Dans le livre, c'est parce qu'ils sortent d'une séance de cinéma.)

La scène de la laverie à Berlin dans Lève-toi et charme de Clément Bénech se passe en revanche dans une laverie à Utrecht. La fille qui lui donne son numéro en cornant les pages de son livre reste néanmoins Allemande.

Dans Par les routes, Sylvain Prudhomme a été vague, ça se passe dans une petite ville du sud-est de la France. C'est probablement Arles, mais je l'ai compris trop tard dans le bouquin. Pour moi, son appartement se trouve à Nice, la maison de son ami est en fait un Airbnb à Allassac, et les rues entre les deux sont à Montpellier.

Et les nouvelles de Marie Causse dans L'odeur de la ville mouillée sont toutes dans ma rue à Paris. La rue Mouton-Duvernet, celle de l'appartement de l'ami chez qui j'allais quand je n'habitais plus Paris. Il a lui même changé plusieurs fois d'appartement depuis. Parquet point de Hongrie parfaitement ciré. Un vieux meuble dans lequel il y avait des objets de guerre de 14 de son arrière-(arrière-?)grand-père. Des lettres, des photos et des médailles. Du coup, c'est aussi depuis cet appartement que parlent les vieux et vieilles quand la radio diffuse des témoignages de la rafle du Vel d'Hiv.

Dans ma dernière maison, j'accueille seulement Lila des Cerfs-Volants. Elle sèche ses vêtements près du poêle et attend que je rentre.

J'ai quitté certains lieux, ils ne m'ont plus quitté.

[nightmist-aria]

shining nikki ask game!

1. when did you start playing SN?

2. do you have a favorite suit in-game? which is it?

3. post your favorite styling you’ve done!

4. favorite SSR reflection art? UR reflection art?

5. do you have a wishlist?

6. if you could wear one suit in real life, which would you pick?

7. do you pay attention to the nail salon?

8. favorite hell event?

9. do you post on reverie moments?

10. what’s one minor change you’d make to the game?

11. what’s one major change you’d make to the game?

12. your favorite pose in the game? (post a styling of it if you have one on hand!)

13. what’s one collab you’d really like to see in SN?

14. who’s your favorite character?

15. which character do you wish we’d see more of?

16. post your favorite competition entry you’ve done!

17. have you ever won one of the twitter or discord competitions/giveaways?

18. what’s one piece of nikki merch you really want besides irl clothes?

19. do you read the reflection stories?

20. what’s your favorite concept we have so far?

21. what kind of makeup do you want to see SN add?

22. do you like momo, or are you a momo hater?

23. if you had to pick one SN character to marry, who would you pick?

24. what type of clothes do you wish SN would add more of?

25. what fantasy accessories do you wish SN had? (like vampire fangs, elf ears, etc)