michi.xxx

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DNI homophobes, racists, bigots,

i write one shots, scenarios, headcanons, imagines and small stuff like that. please try to be mindful about how much you're asking for especially when it comes to twst (2-3 dorm requests are fine)

i do nsfw but nothing morally disgusting (incest, pedophilia, non-con, beastiality, necrophilia) or just disgusting to me (scat, flatulence, inflation, etc.)

speaking of non-con, i can do writing touching on said subjects but won't write an nsfw post about it. harder topics are alright for me to write (cutting, anorexia, suicide, abuse, etc.)

nothing romantic or nsfw for orthro, cheka, grim flower/illuna/arraka, amane, or any kids in general

with nsfw requests, if asking for a specific pronoun, also include the sex as well (he/him, afab). if not, i'll just do what I assume it is (he/him, amab)

please try to be nice. if you don't like the way I wrote a request, you can ask for a redo. but only like once or twice depending on the length of the writing. and if I want to ofc.

do not rush me.

MASTERLIST

FANDOMS! (that i know of and am intrested in writing)

Disney Twisted Wonderland (twst)

unOrdinary (unO)

Dead plate

Milgram

Magium

Lord of the Mysteries (LOTM)

Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko (based on the manga, not the drama series.)

Arlo

idk i feel like he's some kind of service top

like i genuinely don't imagine him as a selfish lover but rather the opposite

he's holding on to you gently by the waist while going 200mph inside you lol

and that man is canonically strong so he got you in 90 different positions twisting you around like a pretzel from auntie anne

not flexible? don't worry. he'll make you flexible.

all you hear is your joints cracking as your bed becomes a twister match

while that's hot af, he's so pretty when your on top

he might even like it better that way, not having to be so proactive all the time. sit back, relax, get his dick wet 👍

CERTIFIED MUNCH

he was who ice spice was talkin bout fr.

might be his favorite thing to do besides fucking. like imagine, he's kneeling down on the bed with your legs dangling off his shoulders. your thighs and hips aren't even touching the sheets, he's supporting you with one hand on your back.

his pretty eyes staring at you as all you can feel is his tongue inside you. also he's fucking amazing at it too bc i said so.

i'm tempted to say that he's an ass guy but it feels so wrong but also so right. maybe he and john have something in common and he's a boob guy, that feels correct in my soul.

ok john likes boobs. isen is either ass or thigh. blyke is either thigh or boob. and the only way balance can be achieved is if arlo is an ass guy

either way, he's not the type of guy to get hung up on that anyway so it's not like he cares. he loves your body just how it is.

on kinker notes, i subscribe to the arlo being daddy agenda.

he may not ask you to call him it, but he sure as hell won't tell you to stop. and if you don't like the whole daddy thing and think its weird, that's cool too, he loves hearing you scream his name anyway.

ALSO him calling you mommy/daddy??????????????????

John

shows love through quality time and acts of service

he would spend a lot of time with his s/o simply hanging out together while doing stupid shit lol

he isn't so easy to trust, so it takes a lot of bonding together for him to really open up towards you.

once he does like you, doing things for you is sort of a way to show his worth, since he's used to people overlooking him.

abandoning him...

though he's not the best cook, nor a good tutor, and is more likely a patient than a caregiver... he really does try for you.

anything from tidying up or carrying your bag for you is a gesture of love to him. making your day just a bit brighter is an achievement in his books.

who knows? he might even teach you some of his secret boxing techniques. you're welcome, honey!

personally, i think he's an anxious attachment style that shifts towards disorganized attachment as the story progresses. especially when analyzing his relationship with seraphina.

he puts you on to a pedestal and can only pray he doesn't ruin it all due to his... everything. it's been so long since he felt like this about someone. he can't destroy it.

even if destruction is all he knows how to do.

he's extremely hyper vigilant of your needs. it's sometimes a good thing, when he's so observant of your likes, dislikes, and what makes you comfortable or uncomfortable.

but, as we saw in the webtoon, if his perspective shows you getting distant from him or getting closer to others, or god forbid both...

...yeah he's ripping his hair out and foaming at the mouth.

therefore, he receives love best through words of affirmation.

he quite literally needs you to tell him he's doing okay and that everything will be alright. he often gets lost in a hell of his own creation, spiraling down into it.

your words make it better. you make him better. that's why he loves you.

Seraphina

shows her love through quality time and words of affirmation

by analyzing her relationship with john, it all starts with just a chance given.

just the chance of having a conversation, or being next to one another, or understanding each other's mindsets.

she doesn't fall in love easily, not by any standards, but that's really all it takes. just a chance.

she isn't one to do all the mushy pet names and "I love you"s, but she's also not shy about her love for you, making sure that you know that, especially when you're feeling down.

whenever you're feeling sad, she'll be the one to take you out of that mindset. need her to solve the problem? she's got you. need to just vent and have her listen? she's all ears. just need someone to cry on? to tell you it'll be okay? she's there for you.

that being said, in my book, she's a secure attachment style with avoidant tendencies.

for starters, she isn't codependent by any means, actually, she's rather hyper independent. she's always done things by herself, solved her own problems, wiped her own tears. her self reliance and negative view of others is best illustrated during her perfect era flashbacks. (why does this sound like my apush essays...)

but, from the beginning of the webtoon till now, she's been able to settle into a secure attachment style.

she isn't insecure, but not dismissive. she's adamant about her own feelings, but doesn't disregard others. she doesn't like conflict, but won't run from it.

overall, she's a very healthy girlfriend. despite dealing with her own problems, she tries not to let that affect you and your relationship.

however, she isn't perfect, and sometimes she spirals. and when that happens, she receives love best through quality time.

actions speak louder than words and knowing that you're there for her makes whatever she's going through that much more manageable. she finds, over your relationship, that you've become her peace of mind.

Arlo

guys dw i know my man from personal experience

he shows love through acts of service and giving gifts.

first of all, don't tell me this man wouldn't be lowkey spoiling his partner, whether they need it or not. he smells of rich people and he most definitely is spending it on you. not in a sugar daddy way, but in a "i love you, and this is how you know it," sort of way.

in a way, we can see this behavior from him in the comics, but very subtly. its less that he's doing something for someone to make them happy, and more in a way that the actions he takes shows that he cares about others.

after his ambush of john in season one, he tells elaine to heal melli and ventus first before him, the designated king. he warns seraphina about the authorities looking for her, allowing her to escape their grasp. when the siege of wellston happens, it's blyke and him that sacrifice themselves to help isen, remi, and john.

helping you, whether directly or indirectly, is how he shows how much he cares about you. besides that, i think he would give you lots of gifts.

i don't have any analyses to back this up, i'm just pushing my sugar daddy arlo agenda.

okay, walk with me, imagine you and arlo, on a date, at the mall. you look around and people carry shopping bags in their hands with joyous smiles on their faces. you look through your wallet and... a fly buzzes out. you feel your eyes start to sting as embarrassment and disappointment swell deep inside. suddenly, you feel a hand at your waist. "don't worry, baby [girl/boy/boss baby]. i got you.", arlo says, handing you his black card.

seeeee? you get it.

he's definitely an avoidant personality style. hyper independent? check. avoid emotional intimacy? check. hides or suppresses feelings? check.

we see this throughout the webtoon and can even just infer it. the moment we're introduced to him, arlo is king. he's the one people go to when they don't know what to do. he's the one that leads the turf wars and keeps wellston's ranking high. he's the one that put the school back together after rei's graduation and who kept it together once seraphina exited the hierarchy.

when everyone is relying on you, who do you lean back on? that's right, no one. he keeps almost everyone at a distance, even those he cares about such as holden and elaine(i guess?). he doesn't listen to isen's warning in season one, why should he? in his mind, at the time, the only person who he could listen to was himself.

and look at what happened. yikes. wouldn't want that on my conscious. but arlo does, he regrets and regrets, and asks "what if?" so much that it no longer sounds like a real sentence. just syllables bouncing off the edges of his mind. sometimes, he just needs to hear you say he'll be alright.

"i told you!", you almost can't fucking believe it. "i told you, and you didn't listen. now look!", he rolls his eyes, groaning as he tangles his hand in his hair. you follow him as he walks down his apartment corridor and takes out his keys. he practically shoves the thing inside the lock, "i knew you'd be like this.", he mutters under his breath.

he opens the door with more force than necessary, leaving it banging against the wall as it flies open. you step into the apartment after him and slam the door shut behind you. "why wouldn't i? after i told you, i told you, not to fuck with john!" he groans feeling a headache coming on already. sure, you were right. you did tell him not to. when you questioned him about why he, of all people, was hanging out with the "cripple" and he told you his plan, you told him not to do it. that it wasn't fair to john, that it was cruel, that the undue damage he'd cause wasn't worth putting john "in his place". did he listen? no, obviously. and now—

"—now we have a fucking joker running around the school brutalizing people! are you proud of yourself?!" no, he wasn't, but that doesn't mean he's in the mood to listen to you berate him as if he doesn't already regret his actions. "you think this is what i wanted? what i expected? god, you act like i knew he was some kind of ticking time bomb."

you can't fucking believe it. he always does this. always dismissing your concerns and acting as if everything is just fucking peachy, just all a part of his plans, when it's not.

you remember stumbling into doc's office, needing a tonic or something for a bruise you got over the weekend. there, you see your boyfriend, the king, sitting behind the curtain of one of the patient beds with scratches and dirt marks on his face. the vague outline of a shoe imprinted on his cheek is still burned into your memory. a turf war gone wrong? maybe a fight that got out of hand? at least, that's what you thought. and that's what he told you, brushing your concerns under a rug. but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a small voice in your head that told you there was something deeper going on.

it was only until you got a hold of elaine that you were able to figure out what happened. the girl was practically dodging you, well, after news of you and arlo's relationship came out, it wasn't like that was an uncommon occurrence. either way, once she told you that arlo called her to heal ventus, meili, and him in a turf war arena, it was like the dots connected themselves.

"what the hell is wrong with you?!" you shout, watching as he fills up a coffee cup with his back turned to you. "are you some kind of psycho? is that it? are you just so blind to the feelings of others?" you hear him scoff as he sips his coffee. he turns to you with a sharpness to his tone, "since when did you start caring about others? huh? acting like the patron saint of all cripples. or fake cripples, now that we know he isn't one. if i'm a psycho, then you're a wannabe low tier activist who's little more than a loud bystander."

you grit your teeth, "go fuck yourself, arlo." you turn around, the click of your shoes on his hardwood floor makes you feel smaller, stupider than ever before. you whisper, voice shaking, "fuck me too for ever caring about you."

the sound of his mug against the marble counter precedes the grip of his hand around your wrist as he stops you in your track. his steel like skin serves as an odd contrast to the flesh of your hand. "babe, wait, I just— I—" he sighs, glancing away from your glare as he takes a moment to rearrange his words. "listen... i know, i was wrong. i didn't listen to you when i should have. and now... now i've lost everything." he looks back at you, "i don't want to lose you too."

you stare at him for a moment and, like melting ice, your gaze gradually softens. you let out a shaky breath, "you know how easy it is for people to die, don't you? god-tiers have so much strength... just one wrong move, and he could've killed you.", your breath hitches, "do you even know what i would've felt if that had happened? if i lost you?"

he pulls you in gently by your wrist into a hug from behind, his arms wrapping around your torso and his face settling into the crook of your neck. he mutters against your skin, "i'm sorry." you sigh, wiping away unshed tears. your hand moves to rest against the back of his palm, your fingers stretching to interlock his and yours.

John

differences in status. whether low tier or high tier, you can never quite understand him. even he can't understand himself.

because of his fluctuation through the hierarchy, his experiences can't always be evenly matched one to one unless you've gone through the same exact thing he has.

as a low tier, you can't understand the pressure he faced as king, nor can you understand his aversion to using his ability.

as a high tier, you don't understand the pain he's been through as a cripple. you never can, not from your privileged seat in the hierarchy.

this can make having deep conversation with him about topics surrounding ability usage very frustrating for both you and him.

you want to relate with him, you want to be aware of the experiences in his life that shaped him as a person. you want to hold a golden key to his heart and unlock that guarded door with little more than your love.

it hurts, more than you thought it would, when you realize you can't.

for him, he'd rather pull his own teeth.

imagine, for your entire life, you've been suffering. you've been crying out in vain and trying to protect yourself against a society that serves to grind you down into ash. your entire life you've witnessed people like you struggling to survive. your own father, struggling to survive.

and then, for someone to come and ask you, with a tilt of their head, "what's been going on your entire life? why have you been so angry for so long?"

you try to keep conversations like these to a minimum, as they can get more than a bit heated, especially on his end. you both have your own opinions, which can lead to hurtful comments being made.

at the very least, most of your arguments come to a resolution in the span of a few hours or at most a few days.

Sera

secretive. if you can't already read her mind, you can forget about ever being able to figure out what's going on inside.

she's always been reserved. she's not one to tell her business to anyone who doesn't ask, and you know this. however, you'd be lying if you said you weren't bothered by it.

when she lost her ability, you, along with the rest of the student body, only found out through juni's newspaper.

horrified doesn't even begin to describe what you were as you saw your girlfriend's crumpled up body on the wellston weekly, picture perfect for everyone to gawk at.

she doesn't have bad intentions, in fact, she does it to protect you. she doesn't want to worry you and doesn't want to feel like a burden.

yet, you still feel a pang in your heart as the thought that she doesn't trust you sneaks its way into your mind like a venomous little snake, planting a seed in your mind that at some point, has no choice but to sprout.

your arguments aren't loud or explosive. they're tiny, belittling comments made under exasperated breaths. or its in the silence of the room as she shuts you out, pretending you're invisible as she dismisses your complaints.

you feel like you're going crazy. are you the problem? are you freaking out over something so small? why are you demanding she tell you things? what's wrong with you?

it's not common you win an argument against sera as you feel like you're always fighting two battles. one with her, and one with yourself.

your "arguments" can last for days, but maybe not weeks. it's only until someone, usually you, breaks and apologizes first that you both can reach a compromise and forgive and forget.

Arlo

so manipulative. at times, he doesn't even have bad intentions. but being led astray for his own personal goals is a frankly miserable position you find yourself in all too often.

more often than not, he's had to prove himself to people he's met. in this world, those without talent or achievements get lost in the crowd or worse, beaten until an inch of their lives.

ordering someone that doesn't respect you to do something can end much worse than simply... guiding them in the right direction.

but you're not just someone. you're his significant other. so are you really in the wrong for not wanting to be treated like a pig with a carrot stick by someone who's supposed to love you?

every time it happens, you feel so stupid. so idiotic for even thinking for a second you could trust him.

feeling like a puppet dangling at his fingers, there's a sense of violation the moment you realize you're behaving exactly as he wants you to.

it isn't to say he doesn't trust you to do the "right" thing. however, no one can truly be trusted, can they? that includes him. that includes you.

you can't help yourself from having an emotional outburst the second you notice. similar to sera's s/o, you feel like you're going crazy. he acts calm, giving limited reactions past just furrowing his brows.

you feel more like you're wasting his time than a victim of his relentless ambition and drive. desperate for a reaction, desperate for him to feel the same angry way you do, you begin making biting comments at him. "liar" is just one of the derogatory terms you spit out. not like it isn't true.

your arguments can last days, maybe ranging onto a week or so depending on how mad you get. in the end, once you're both more level headed, you have a conversation that ends with an apology from him, leading the conflict to be resolved.

not to say he isn't going to do it again...

Remi

people pleasing to the point she forgets that you're her priority, or supposed to be at least.

you get it. she's a kind-hearted person. you wouldn't want her to be any other way. it's one of the reasons you love her so much. but not like this.

you wonder if it was a curse in disguise once remi became proactive about her duties as queen at the school. you know it was the best thing for wellston at the time, especially with john running the place.

you feel so selfish. wanting her time all to yourself. she's busy, much busier than you. and she's helping so many people. you feel childish for asking "what about me?"

and what about you? while your girlfriend is off rescuing the first person she sees, what are you doing? it makes you feel... inadequate. like you're only holding her down every second you spend with her.

you feel a piece of your heart break every time you ask her to hang out with you, or go on a date, or just sit and stare at you as you try and burn the color of her eyes into your memory, and she says no. with those pretty eyelashes that still have a hint of blossom pink beneath her mascara, she says no.

you wish a strong breeze would carry you away with the petals of a cherry blossom tree.

instead, you're left standing there as your girlfriend goes off to tend to the needs of other people. while you sit and lick your wounds.

bottled up emotions will eventually come out and when they do, your grievances explode onto her like the water of a broken dam.

if this was her before, she would've cried and apologized. but this is her now, and even with tears in her eyes, she stands before you and stares at you with determination.

there are some things more important than others.

Blyke

stubborn beyond belief. despite his heart of gold, he can be quite argumentative when he believes something is right or wrong. he's prone to not hearing you out.

this shows itself through slight acts every day. in which he won't eat a different brand of instant ramen apart from his favorite. and you could pry it out of his cold dead hands if you wish to part him from it.

in less humorous situations, it's beyond frustrating to get him to do something or stop doing something that he doesn't want to.

you begged him to stop the vigilante work. you really, truly did.

he said he couldn't. that he couldn't just leave the residents of those towns to rot as they face injustice at the hands of power hungry people wishing to exploit them.

he asked if you even cared for the people. you told him that you didn't. that he was your priority. that his life wasn't worth the strangers of those towns who weren't always so grateful for his help. he couldn't believe you.

you turn the question back on him. does he care about those people? or does he just want to play hero?

his short temper begins to show and it's not long until an energy draining, loud, screaming match of an argument ensues.

during a break between your argument, you begin to cry. noticing this, his expression changes into one of concern and worry as he goes over to sit on the couch with you. he rubs circles into your hand.

you can't lose him. not like how remi lost rei. you'd give anything for him to value his life as much as you value him.

no matter how much you cry, you know you're fighting a losing match.

Isen

judgmental at times. he can have an analytical and critical approach to inspecting things that leaves you wanting to tear your hair out. the most frustrating part is that he believes he's helping you.

he's not trying to be a dick about it, except for when he is, but he can't stop his journalist's eye from pointing out flaws in your thinking.

it can leave you feeling unheard and criticized and relatively stupid as he lists off the holes in your plan.

even when there aren't any, you can still find him coming up with different plans that can be both better and worse than your previous idea.

in reality, he just doesn't want you to fail at something you're so obviously trying hard at. he's not the most talented individual, so there have been times where his passion for something was extinguished after a devastating setback, leading him to not try it again.

he doesn't want that for you. so, his criticism is not to put you down or belittle you, but to keep you from making the same stupid mistakes he's been guilty of time and time again.

this miscommunication has you shouting at him out of irritation one day.

less this. more of that. how would that even work? how would this not work? you demand to know what it is he even wants from you.

stunned into silence, he can't help but feel more than a little embarrassed. he didn't even notice he was being such a... jerk. and to you of all people? god, he's an idiot.

but that doesn't mean his own sense of pride won't have him defending his criticisms, it's not like anything he's said is wrong now is it? this leads you to share your own opinions about isen to him.

one hurtful comment leads to another and before you know it you're out of breath and you and him start screaming at each other with tears welling in either eyes.

is this how he sees you? is that how you see him? so be it then.

it takes a while, a week or so for you guys to come back and apologize to one another. it takes weeks and a few more honest conversations for the things you said during the arguments to be cleared up and confirmed as untrue things you both said in the moment.

despite this, it's not above him or even you to call back to the comments during future arguments.

nothing is below the belt when it's no longer about proving your point, but about hurting the other person the most.

John

has shame but is also a menace

first time it happens you're at the mall, much to his abhor.

you practically had to drag him with you to every store and literally dragged him into the fitting rooms.

"ughhh, are we done yet?", he says, leaning against the closed door, acting as a sort of guard dog and an effective one at that.

"hng... can you— john, can you help me?", he hums slightly in confusion. help? with what? but he doesn't voice his concerns as he swings open the wooden door and—

oh. oh fuck.

you have your back turned towards him, facing the mirror as you look at the mini skirt/short that is just a bit too small. so small, that he can see every outline of your bottom, including your cute panties/boxers.

he stands like a deer in headlights, having half the mind to shut the door as quickly as he can. "can you help me take it off?", you say. he gulps nervously.

he does, like any good boyfriend. and don't mind how his fingers linger at certain areas that have you gasping and moaning and trembling for him. "john...~"

fuck, when you say his name like that, how can he resist?

"c-can—fuck— can I, babe?"

people hear you, but you're worth all the disgusted faces. don't worry, he'll glare at everyone while supporting your limping body.

Sera

no shame but also has common sense

you're at school (nasties) when it happens.

its around the end of school, when all the clubs get together before starting their meets. neither of you feel like going home/dorms at the moment so you sit up at the rooftop together simply chatting.

underneath the surface, you're half fucking pissed. she's here with you, yet she's glued to her screen like a maniac. and who's she chatting? john fucking doe. your last straw is when he sends her a post workout picture, shirtless. you can see the corners of her lips tick up. oh? is that what gets her riled up? hm.

petty, you take off your own shirt. her widened eyes lock onto yours then to your torso, your bra/pecs on display. a confused smirk graces her pretty lips.

"what the hell? i mean, not complaining but—", you press your hand down on her phone, lowering it.

"sera... pay attention to me.", you say, eyes looking down at hers as you almost pout. you press a kiss onto her neck. then another. then another.

"wait... anyone could come up here, I heard Arlo gave permission to the martial arts club to use the roof...", she says, hands already tangling in your hair and across your nape.

"you should be quiet then.", you whisper into her neck, sending electric tingles down her very spine.

a few students hear, due to a few thuds pounded against the ceilings of the lower floor, but it also doesn't take a genius to find out what happened after looking at you two's messed up uniforms, her bra strap visible from the drooping white uniform.

Arlo

has common sense, shame, and a reputation to uphold

he's not one to indulge in PDA, let alone initiate physical contact and maintain it. so, it obviously gets rough when you want to be close to him and he turns into a glorified brick wall.

you understand his love language isn't touch, but would it kill him to compromise for you? you sigh, then steel your nerves as you look at the classroom's clock. today, you're throwing a Hail Mary!

the bell rings and you practically drag him from his classroom. "something wrong?", he says, as you drag him by his tie towards the abandoned janitor's closet that has quickly turned into the school's make out spot.

"did i do something?", he ask, tilting his head as he's "pressed", because he could easily fling you to mars, against the wall. you press a finger to his soft lips. "shush.", your hands run down his torso slowly as you maintain eye contact.

its only when you begin unbuckling his belt, still looking at him with those pretty fucking eyes, that he hurriedly says something. "are you crazy? there's a million people passing by. they'll hear. fuck, we're at school for christ's sake—", he has half the mind to try and stop you as you get down on your knees, unzipping his trousers.

"so? i bet they'd all love to hear you, arlo, getting the best head of his life.", he groans, feeling your breath on him. he doesn't realize when his hand presses against your head, soft on each of your follicles. "you're gonna be the death of me.", he sighs, you smirk.

"don't just wrap your lips around it, you know what to do, don't you?"

passing students are mortified at what they hear, not knowing who's inside. you lose your voice and arlo pays cecile hush money, she being the only one to figure it out.

Remi

too pure for this cruel world.

you're both the first ones to the safe house meeting. you walked together since both isen and blyke were too busy dealing with plot-convenient-shenanigans to come along.

she slumps down on a nearby beanbag while you lean against the wall near her. "ahh... its nice to relax every once in a while. i hope everyone can feel this way when they step inside."

that's sweet, but relaxing is the last thing you're doing. not when your eyes are focused on the way her thighs rub together in pursuit of warmth. not when you can see her absolute territory, barely hidden by the skirt of her uniform.

you wouldn't call yourself a freak, nor would you say you're excessively horny. but you'd be lying if you said remi didn't bring out that side of you.

you check your phone, there's at least 10 minutes until the safe house meeting officially starts. it's dangerous, but...

"remi?", "huh?" she hums, her eyes focused on you as you kneel in front of her and rest your head on her thighs. she suddenly becomes acutely aware of the blush creeping up her neck. even more aware of the kisses creeping up her thigh.

"what are you—?!" she exclaims, her hands reaching out to cover her face, though her fingers part so she can still look at you with morbid curiosity. you whisper over her fleshy skin, "blyke and isen won't be here any time soon. neither will the rest of the members." you say, implications obvious.

"y-you don't know that. anyone can walk in soon!", she says, watching as you get closer towards the hidden core beneath her skirt. despite her words, her legs part ever so gently to make way for you.

"then we should be fast, yeah? i'll take good care of you~" you say, batting your eyelashes innocently as your hands find purchase on her milky thighs.

she glances away, biting at her finger demurely. she then looks back at you with sort of glimmer in her eyes.

"make it quick okay.."

when blyke and isen get there, they ask

Blyke

very shameful, common sense, but also weak to temptation.

a couple that gyms together, stays together. or at least, you hope so, as you do a video workout while blyke benches to the side.

you spend a good two hours or so on your little gym date before you decide to call it a wrap. you head over to him and—

the sweat on his muscles arms and dripping down his forehead backs you stumble slightly, as if you forgot how handsome your boyfriend is.

his v-neck tank top lets your imagination run wild as the sweat drips down from his jaw, to his neck, to his collar bone, and then down where your eyes can't see.

you're brought back to your senses when he says your name.

"y/n? you alright?" he says, blushing slightly as he no doubt saw your eyes raking over him like a prized piece of meat.

you nod, feeling the last of your restraint slip away. your mind begins turning as you wonder how in the world you're gonna get this man on top, below, or beside you in every position.

both of you live in the dorms and you aren't carrying any cash on you, making a hotel room on both of your debit cards rather suspicious. but, you do think of one thing...

"you are insane!" you shush him to keep quiet. sure, entering the men's locker room with him might not be the wisest idea. but it's late at night and you're positive no one will intrude.

you drag him into an individual shower and close the curtain behind you both. you hold him by the sides of his head, fingers tangling in red hair, and kiss him.

"we're gonna get caught!", he whispers, you kiss.

"ngh, this is unsanitary y'know..." he points out, you kiss.

"...", "oh? someone's quiet—!" you try to finish your sentence, but he interrupts by pushing you up against the tiled walls. you giggle, turning on the shower with your free hand.

the chill water runs down your heated skin...

while no one notices you while you're going at it, nor when you walk out with more flushed faces than when you came in, you are never step back into the establishment again. whether that be because of blyke's embarrassment, or that they checked the cameras and you are no longer welcome...

Isen

evenly matched with shame and common sense. both, he has little...

apparently, the press club has gotten some new renovations. well, it's as renovated as a school club deserves to be...

one of the new additions is a teacher's old desk and chair that they so happened to give to the newspaper club. a desk where the bottom half of the seated person can't be seen...

now, you watch as your man child of a boyfriend spins around with a decisively evil grin, reminiscent of the Grinch, as he spins a pen in his hand.

"enjoying yourself?", you ask with a tilt of your head as you sit on the wooden desk. "it might be the only good thing about becoming the head of the press." he says matter-of-factly, before his expression freezes and he then solemnly hangs his head in his hand.

"my freedom..." it seems he remembered how badly he doesn't want this position...

"cheer up," you say, using your foot to pull the chair closer to you. you pat his head, "everyone's gonna be following your orders now. looking up to the best member of the press. doesn't that make you happy?" you try to comfort.

"no. why would it?" ...okay, don't know what you expected...

"...I guess you being the head benefits me more than you." he looks up at you, "what do you mean?" you giggle, "i'll get all my articles approved by my very own boyfriend. is this what nepotism feels like? am i nepo baby?"

he leans back in his chair with a pssh. "as if. rather than nepo baby, they'll just say you're sleeping your way to the top." he adds with a playful roll of his eyes.

suddenly, you're feeling a little playful yourself.

you get off the desk, standing in the slim gap between you and his chair. then, with a hand on his thigh, you kneel down.

he blushes, taken aback, "what're you doing?" you open your mouth to explain when someone opens the door to the press room.

you hide beneath the desk, the only light coming from the gaps in between where isen is seating. the person seems to have a question and an article to turn in, but that isn't your priority. not as you're unbuttoning and zipping your boyfriend's pants down.

"o-oh— y-you wanted to ask about whether you can make an a-a—! ahem, article about cecile being replaced...?" your giggles are muffled as you laugh at how isen struggles with keeping his attention on the other press member while your mouth envelops him.

"h-hm. it's a little too—hm! um, soon. yes, yes— yes, too soon. we should have some c-consideration for cecile, shouldn't we? yes, fuck yes— yes, we should!" it only takes another minute for the person to leave, and the moment they do, you feel as isen paints your throat white.

while you're certain the person definitely thinks isen has some issues now, all's well that ends well when nobody else finds out.

you remember the first time arlo said he loved you.

you had just moved in with him, all your stuff moved into his apartment. not only did you get to be with your handsome boyfriend, but you got to live off campus without being forced into the dorms and live with a complete stranger. you were a bit hesitant at first, not wanting to be a bother, especially after only a few months of dating. but he reassured you, saying that he didn't mind you staying with him. that you were always welcome. that you could rely on him.

he wasn't one for words, but everything he said still came out so charming. so, with the help of your boyfriend, you moved in.

...

"please get out of my kitchen." ...

...as you mop the floors with a blank look on your face, you can only be thankful he said "please" at least. how were you supposed to know which glass containers were microwave safe and which weren't?! you sigh, mopping diligently as he cooks dinner. were your days as a future rich house-spouse numbered?!?

by the time you're done mopping the floors, the scent of something delicious permeates through the apartment while tickling at your nostrils. you don't have to be instructed as you set the table on your own accord.

wearing an uncharacteristically cute pair of kitten muffins, arlo brings a tray of hot dishes that would make gordon ramsey himself shed a tear. "...are you a master chef..?", "no, i'm just good at everything." you stick out your tongue at him playfully as you then thank him for the meal with a kiss on the cheek.

the food is as delicious as it looks, every taste bud on your tongue moaning in beautiful synchrony as you chew. you look up from your food towards arlo, and you find him already looking at you. your eyes meet his and, even for just a second, you find yourself in them. you see yourself through his eyes and you look more beautiful than any mirror would ever show. you then re-focus, looking at arlo himself. and he looks at you. and you wonder if he sees you like that everyday.

...

you spend the next hour taking turns showering and brushing your teeth, ending up back together on the couch in your pajamas. you scroll through netflix, picking out a movie to watch while wearing an over sized shirt of his that he gave you. you still smell his cologne on it.

you spend the next two hours with your hand running through his hair as he lays his head on your lap, his legs resting on the couch arms. "is this really a critically acclaimed movie?", he asks, his eyes closed as he merely focuses on listening to it. "nah, i saw a reddit post talking about it and figured why not?", you confess, "what the? then why'd you tell me it was?", you give him a dead pan expression, "if I told you then you wouldn't have even given it another look, you'd do your annoyed face and roll over and go to bed.", he opens his eyes just to roll them, "my annoyed face?", you raise a finger, smirking, "it's like your normal face, but your eyebrows are furrowed by approximately one centimeter.", "fuck off." you take the next 10 seconds to laugh your ass off.

...

the movie wasn't that good, but it at least worked as a lullaby as you drifted off into a light sleep. the next time you open your eyes, you're in arlo's bed and facing the wall on your side. you hear a faint talking sound along with the feeling of arlo's arm around your waist and his head pressed against the back of your shoulder. you close your eyes as you listen closer.

"...i wish i knew how to be who you see me as..."

"when i looked into your eyes, i saw my reflection... and it was someone you loved." he stops for a second, as if hesitating. you open your mouth to say something when his voice stops you.

"I love you..."

"...and i want to live life like this with you everyday." you feel your heart beating faster to the sound of the ticking clock. everyday? forever? you wonder if this is what forever feels like. a beating heart so fast it rivals time himself. unwilling to bend, or break, or—

"fuck, that was cringe.", "PFFT—"

you feel him sit up like a bolt of lighting as your hand reaches to cover your mouth. you slowly turn your head, looking at his pale face with the color drained.

"...you... heard that?", you give a sheepish smile. "...maybe~?" a silence hangs above you both.

John

put on your sunscreen! cuz you're going the fuck outside

takes you to a carnival in town for your first date.

he instantly wants to get you every single prize there is, doing multiple games, all rigged against him, and his frustration gets progressively higher.

until, the fated claw machine.

it was your mistake to mention that you'd love the cute pig plushie, because he spends quarter after quarter determined to get you it.

it gets to the point that you end up leaving to go get you both a soda, seeing how he won't even move from the machine.

with his last failed attempt, he slams his fist against the side of the machine, impossibly frustrated and out of quarters.

but, fate seems to be on his side, as the metal panel guarding the inside of the machine falls as a result of his punch.

can you really blame him for reaching his arm inside and taking a plush or two? or three? or... all of them?

he carries as much as he can, excited to show you. he can see you in the distance, only a little bit more, just a little—

"freeze! you're under arrest!", aw shit.

"you are being charged with destruction of property and theft. anything you say can be used against you in court.", he feels shame and embarrassment pool in his stomach as the altercation draws your attention, your hands covering your mouth in shock as he's cuffed.

as he is put into the carnival police car, he hangs his head low. i'm such a screw up. how could i be so fucking idiotic? they hate me, don't they? i fucking hate mysel—

"john!", your voice rings out even in the police car. he sees you, standing in the middle of the mountain of plushies. he sees as you pick up the prized pig plush, holding it in your arms.

"thank you!", you shout, smiling at him and waving. he tries to wave back, but resorts to shaking his head left and right, indulging in the laugh it pried from you.

even as the police car starts to move, his feelings are replaced with more welcomed ones: feelings for you.

he would take you mostly on casual dates when you start dating. you would go to places like arcades, fairs, and the like. cute picnic dates with each other, just talking and loving each other's company.

cute couple that ends up getting kicked out of every establishment they go to.

Sera

takes you to woaba boba for your first date.

what? it's not romantic? welp, that's rough buddy.

honestly, she doesn't feel the need to overly impress you. of course, she wants you to have a good time and have a good impression of her, but she isn't gonna stress herself out.

also uses it as a sort of test. she's had people, if they're brave enough, try to befriend her in order to benefit off her family's wealth, connections, and power.

so, if you don't like it, then you can happily take your business elsewher—? oh? you love boba? you always wanted to go here? you're thanking her?

hm. well, she may have been a bit rash. maybe you aren't like other people...

you blink slightly as she sips her boba, looking strangely pleased. did something happen..?

takes you to different hang out spots.

you'd go shopping together at the mall or spend time at a skating ring, whether or not either of you can skate is entirely irrelevant.

similar to john, you both get into a lot of trouble on your dates, though your chances of being caught are now halved 👍

badass couple that get progressively dumber the longer they are around each other.

Arlo

first date on the moon

okay not actually but its still exuberantly fancy

french restaurant in the heart of Wellston that has three michilen stars and a price range that would make the average man cry.

you're not surprised when you show up and he's wearing a suit that's the cost of the same man's salary.

classic candlelit dinner, the chef personally comes to serve you both. you pray that he doesn't believe in 50/50

not nervous at all. in fact, bro thinks he's the shit. (and he is but don't tell him that)

he knows he outdid himself with this one, and he knows that it's gonna impress you. still... you look sort of... bored—? well, no matter. he didn't pay the chef just for them not to have any tricks up their sleeve.

date goes well, because of course it did. still, as he walks you to your home, you look... less impressed than he hoped for.

did he do something wrong? did you not like the food? did you hate the restaurant—?,

"arlo!", huh? "there's a cat in the tree!", what did you want him to do about it? you stare at him with those pretty eyes, looking up at him. don't you remember that this suit costs a fortune? why not just call the fire department— "please, arlo..?"

...so what? he got a few twigs caught in his hair. and sure, maybe his suit is completely stained and torn from kitten claws and branches. but that sweet smile of yours, the impossibly bright light in that dim alley, is more than enough to make up for it.

takes you to expensive, classic dates. dinner dates are always a favorite, but you also go to nice lounges and country clubs to play golf or drink champagne.

elitist couple that thinks they are better than everyone and technically is.

Remi

first date is bowling, 90s style

she's very excited for the date, isen and blyke? not so much.

she had to practically chain them to a street lamp to be able to go with you on the date, and still, two guys in employee uniforms seem to be glaring at you an awful lot huh...

but anyways! the date is great! you both spend time with each other and take turns bowling. a fun sort of competition evolves from every passing round. she's... happy. she's really, really happy with you. and it's like she never wants it to end.

alas, a rumble of her stomach catches you both off-guard, resulting in a light chuckle from you and an embarrassed blush from her.

enjoying a burger, fries, and coke, you both sit together playing footsies in the food court. except, no good thing lasts for long.

a stray fry passes by your table, hitting someone behind you on the head. yet, despite doing something about it, the person simply cowers further in fear.

then, another fry. and another. and then a soda cup splatters hard and fast against them, covering them in a sticky, brown liquid. it's disgusting. it's revolting. and remi can barely stand to see it.

yet, for some reason, you grip tightly onto your own soda cup and stand up, your face obscured by the overhead light.

there's no way. no way you're gonna join in this, right? you were better than this, right? you wouldn't stoop to their level. no. no, how could you—?

your own soda cup slams against the face of the perpetrator, a sticky, orange fluid plastered all over them.

after the shock, remi's face almost shines. maybe, maybe you aren't like everyone else. she was right about you. and she's so happy she was.

takes you on classic dates. sharing a milkshake or pasta in a small diner is only one of her many ideas for you both. also likes going to fairs and carnivals, she'll win you so many plushies.

sweet couple that gives everyone diabetes with how cute you are.

Blyke

tries to do something similar to arlo and fails miserably.

first date at a fancy restaurant but he shows up 15 minutes late covered in dirt and mud on his suit.

ask him what happened and he'll brush off the fact that he lost his phone in the sewer drain and bought a fishing rod to get it out and it worked until he accidentally flung both fishing rod and phone into a tree that he had to climb but didn't realize was being actively cut down and got stuck on a semi-truck as he fell and terrifyingly slid off until he bounced and bumped and conveniently landed right in front of the restaurant.

but don't worry! just a few scratches and stains and oh, is there a bird in his hair?

sits down and— "pfft, do you see them?", huh?

"please, what an embarrassment. people like that shouldn't be here, they ruin it for everyone."

...y'know what? fuck them. it doesn't matter. he's here with you, and he won't ruin it by getting angry. he shouldn't be mad. don't get mad—

and suddenly, a cup of water is thrown at the talking man.

"hey! keep your ass out of our business! what makes you think you can talk about us when you're balding at, what, 30?"

after a few more comments comparing the man to mr. clean and a couple profanities later, you're both thrown out of the restaurant with nothing but the clothes on your back.

"psh, assholes. let's go, blyke.", "go? what do you mean?", you smile at him, standing up and offering your hand. "our date isn't over just yet."

he might just love you.

takes you on gym dates. just gym dates. only gym dates. and maybe a few coffee dates or dates at the beach.

superhero couple with all the energy of a shonen anime and the bad decisions to show for it.

Isen

first date at the mall

think about it, it's casual enough to not be taken too seriously but also enough activities to make it seem like he's putting in more effort than he really is.

he's a genius, isn't he?

sometime during the date, you both go inside a stationary store. there, he might've just met the love of his life.

a pen, no, the pen. everything from the smell, to the sleek style, to the vibrant red and black accents. it's beautiful. but he'll be damned if he's spending $300 on a singular pen, even he has his limits.

so, after staring longingly at it, he leaves along with you to the next place. it's fine, surely nothing wrong could happen now—

"hey! you there with the bad haircut!", huh? first of all, rude—

the security guard yells at him, telling him that he apparently stole the valued pen at the stationary store. that the cameras saw him looking at it and they know it was him.

not only is the dude embarrassing him in front of you, but his integrity is being called into question.

why is it always him? can't he have a simple day without things going wrong? he didn't even do anything! why is it always his fault—?

you step in front of isen, almost to protect him. "he wouldn't do that, he isn't like that. just because he was looking at it doesn't mean he did it. you don't even know him, not like how i do."

..? you're taking his side? even after what the security guard said?

his thoughts are stopped as the store owner comes up to the security guard, saying that after checking the cameras, someone with invisibility probably took it.

the security guard stops, looking rightfully embarrassed. "s-sorry, then. my mistake." what an—

"asshole. you think we're forgiving you that easily. you better start groveling right now, you pig."

... you're worse than him... which is kinda hot.

instead of taking you on dates, you both just do everything together. if he needs help with the press team, then you're the first person he's going to. if he needs to share a secret that's been weighing him down, then you're always there to lend an ear.

annoying couple that pisses everyone off in 0.420 seconds.

based on the values i think the main cast would appreciate/need in a partner:

john: forgiveness

sera: authenticity

arlo: kindness

remi: righteousness

blyke: courage