Something About College Bf ! Kenma Has Me Giggling N Twirling My Hair

something about college bf ! kenma has me giggling n twirling my hair🤭

kenma that has his hair in a claw clip that you got him, now being a pro and twirling it into said clip

kenma that gives you a key to his apartment and isn’t surprised when he feels you behind him, hands on his shoulders as he works on another last minute assignment

kenma who holds your hands all the time, because “they’re really soft, i dunno, i just find them comforting”

kenma who’s known widely around campus as ‘that one box dyed quiet guy’ but to you, is your chaotic, beautiful boyfriend

kenma who stays up til odd hours with you, doing stupid things and screaming at eachother while you game

kenma who only laughs at your jokes because “we have the same humor , obviously. we’re just better than everyone else.”

kenma who refuses to give back anything you lend him. clothes, clips, books, pens, he keeps everything of yours. he also wears your clothes half the time to campus, but no one really knows that it’s yours. they just assume he has a very spontaneous dressing style.

kenma who cannot go a day without you scratching his under cut, running your nails over it and massaging all his worries away.

kenma who looks at you with heart eyes whenever you talk about your course, because “you just light up when you talk sometimes, it’s really cute to look at”

kenma who sends you the sweetest ‘hey, i know you’re asleep but..’ paragraphs at ungodly times, so you wake up happy

kenma who confessed by pulling up to your house with a boom box playing ‘pluto projector’ and waiting for you to let him in. he sat down on the couch and made you listen to him recall every moment that led up to him falling inlove with you.

“and then there was that time when you made me coffee when i was working, even though i told you to fuck off and..” he looks at you with shiny, gleaming eyes,” you sat on the floor next to me, and waited, and when i was done you said you were proud-,” he stops himself from raising his voice, hands finding your own as stray strands of bleach- blond hair fall into his eyes at the aggression of his movement,” i can’t remember the last time someone saw me, my work, my effort. they always thought i wasn’t trying or that i didn’t care to try but you, yn,” your best friend got close, so close that you couldn’t breathe, so close that if he was any closer - you think he’d kiss you,

kenma was breathless trying to explain- trying to get his point across as he continued,“you always saw me. who i am and who i’m not. and i realised that the reason you never got tired of me is because you couldn’t get enough of me and god,” a loud sigh left his lips as a wide smile etched across his face ,” i’ve never felt more wanted in my life. “

I wanna give Luci a lil break from being tortured lol Can I ask for him and the letter c? Congrats on 3k!!

🎉3k celebration 🎉

c - courtship, what do they do to hint at wanting to get together? is it obvious they’re courting you or subtle? 

Lucifer thinks the smaller gestures are subtle enough for no one to notice. He thinks no one bats an eye when he stays back to walk you to RAD after breakfast, or how often he tries to eat lunch with you, or how quick he is to make you coffee in the morning (he’s memorized how you like it down to what your favourite mug is), or if he has to scold you the threats are so weak behind his words that you wonder why he bothered at all. 

But everyone notices. Asmodeus, who asks if Lucifer wants to know your shoe size or clothing sizes or what style of clothes you want to wear. Leviathan, who casually drops in sentences the type of movies you like, in case Lucifer somehow manages to find himself trying to buy 2 tickets to a movie. Mammon, who starts making gagging noises when you and Lucifer stare at each other for too long, begging for you both to get a room. He stops when Lucifer glares. 

It’s worse when Lucifer attempts to be coy, where everyone in the group chat that excludes you calls him out on how he clearly likes you. Only for him to say he doesn’t know what any of them are talking about. Belphegor, Satan and even Solomon have receipts to prove him wrong. “Oh yeah explain these.” Photos of Lucifer giving you his coat to stay warm, Lucifer pulling you close under an umbrella as you both walk in the rain, Lucifer listening to you tell a story with his chin resting in his hand with a warm smile on his face and Lucifer is not impressed. 

“Where do you get those photos? Delete them now.” Lucifer audibly groans when Diavolo comments on how happy you both seem together, and remarks that he cannot wait until Lucifer finally confesses as you’d both make a great couple. It’s then followed by a spam of stickers nodding in agreement. 

Belphegor 💜

No warnings, just light angst with a happy ending. 

Kita x reader

Kita liked you, a lot. You were sweet, funny, and so so pretty. But he was also pragmatic. He knew he shouldn’t start a relationship with you. He was about to graduate high school and you had another year to go. Kita was always meticulous and did what he thought would be best. However, that went out the window when it came to you.

It wasn’t best for him to fall over himself when he saw you. It wasn’t best for him to blush anytime one of his teammates even said your name. It wasn’t best for him to think about you while doing any and every task. He was getting sloppy, distracted, and lenient. 

He wasn’t pushing his players as much as he should’ve. His gaze would linger to you in the library rather than staying on his books. During cleaning, his mind would drift to thoughts of you, making him miss spots he would never have missed before. The worst was him leaving practice as soon as he could because if he stayed, like he should to keep his team in line, he would miss walking home with you.

Of course, Aran was the first to notice the change in his friend. The rest of the team could tell something may be up but Aran saw the complete shift in Kita’s behavior. No one knew the reason though.

No one knew Kita was falling in love with you. He was texting you nonstop, going so far as to even check his phone during class in case you had sent him something. He was hanging out with you any moment he could outside of school. No one knew, because Kita didn’t want them to know because he didn’t want to do be doing any of it. He wasn’t in control of himself with you. He was desperate with you. 

But no one knew until one day after practice. It was cold and windy, everyone bundling up to keep from getting sick. Everyone except Kita. 

“Kita, where is your coat?” Aran was the first to ask, everyone else surrounding them to hear why their perfect captain was missing a vital article of clothing.

Kita felt like a cornered animal, you had his coat. Last night you two went on a late night walk and you’d shivered so of course he draped his track suit zip up over your shoulders. Kita couldn’t find it in himself to fully regret his mistake in not taking it back when he thought of how you’d beamed at him for letting you wear something of his. 

“I left it at home,” Kita said curtly. He turned to walk towards the door to ignore the Miya twins’ looks. 

They were all loving this. Kita making a mistake? Suna’s phone was already out recording the whole thing. The team had waited their entire lives to see this.

Unfortunately for Kita, things were going to get worse today. Normally Kita loved how thoughtful of others you were, but today he cursed it as he saw you waiting outside the boys’ gym for him with his coat in hand. He did not want the other boys to see you. None of them were supposed to know about Kita’s girlfriend because he wasn’t supposed to have a girlfriend. Were you his girlfriend? Did you want to be? 

You smiled as you saw him come out of the doors. Kita forgot his predicament for a moment as his heart stuttered at your reaction to him. 

Kita couldn’t blame you for revealing yourself to his teammates because he’d never told you he didn’t want them to know about you, but you were good at reading situations. Your eyes widened as you saw the other boys tumble out of the gym after Kita and gawk at you. Kita blanched at them seeing you, alerting you to the fact that he didn’t want this meetup to happen. You knew he was private with his team but you didn’t think they had no idea about you. He talked about them constantly to you so it hadn’t felt stupid to assume he’d talked to them about you.

Kita hated the way sorry came out of your mouth the moment he got to you. He also hated the embarrassment written over your face.

“I just figured you’d need your coat, well uh here it is, sorry for bothering you at practice,” You said too quickly.

You shoved his coat into his hands, trying to ignore the comments and questions being yelled by his teammates. As you turned to go, Kita grabbed your arm. He was more concerned about your feelings than his teammate’s opinion of him. Another way you turned his world upside down.

“Wait, no. It’s no bother at all. Thank you for your returning it. I’m sorry about my teammates,” Kita wanted to reassure you more than anything right now.

“It’s ok Kita. I just didn’t know they had no idea about us.”

“I just didn’t want them to bother us,” the excuse was lame but it was the first thing he could think of. Kita never just blurted the first thing that came to mind but talking to you always made his mind go blank. 

You looked up at him, doubt in your eyes. Kita felt awful. He didn’t want you to think he was ashamed of being with you. Well, he was, but not because of you. Never because of you. It was him and how off-kilter he was with you.

“Sorry to embarrass you in front of your team,” You bowed to him, something you never did with him, and turned to leave quickly. 

There was hurt in your voice and something clicked in Kita’s brain. All his overthinking was hurting you. He knew you felt his inner turmoil when you were together. You always consoled him and told him he didn’t have to be perfect all the time, he could just be happy. And he was happy when he was with you. 

Whatever the future held for you two, it didn’t change that right now he didn’t want to hurt you. He was committed to you whether he liked it or not. You had him wrapped around your finger. It was time to own it. 

He gently grabbed your hand to prevent your leaving. 

“Wait, I want to introduce you to them. If you’re comfortable. I’d also like if you’d come to our practices to wait for me instead after your club ends,” He said, thanking whatever gods he could remember his grandma telling him about that his voice remained even. 

It was a question he’d been dying to ask you but was too nervous about the implications. He wanted you to see him practice and now the other people in his life. Even if they were idiots. 

A small smile played on your lips making his heart stutter.

“I’d love that, but do I look OK?” You asked, nervous as you hadn’t meant for this to be such a big day. 

Kita reached out and stroked your cheek gently with the back of his hand as he said with the utmost tenderness in his voice, “You look perfect, always.”

Without giving you time to properly react to this, he turned and started walking towards the gym while still holding your hand. He stopped in front of the gym, Aran keeping all the boys from pouncing on you two. 

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). She will be coming to practice after her club ends and I expect you all to be polite to her,” Kita commanded, his captain voice switching on. 

Atsumu was of course the first to speak as he blurted, “Hey you’re in my year! So you’ll go out with a human robot but not me?” 

Kita was going to kill him. He wasn’t embarrassed by you, but he sure as hell was embarrassed by his team. 

For Forever With You - Pt 1

***It's been a looooong time since I've written and I deeply apologize! However I'm back with our favourite wizard man! A long time ago, I wrote a little fic called "A Magical Bond" and now, after at least a year and a half, we go back to that MC and Solomon and discover their story. This is going to be a series with a new part for each era of their life that I cover. Thanks @jxcyt for the inspiration! I hope you enjoy 😊 -B ***

Summary: Two humans — one plain and dreadfully average, the other an immortal who thought he had seen an experienced it all. In any other world, they would go most of their lives without ever meeting and be destined for another, but not in this one.

1920s

Trumpets and saxophones swelled around Solomon as he sipped on a martini, observing the dazzling lights and sparkling dresses at the dive bar he had found on his way home.

Despite all the noise and glamour, he couldn't help but smile.

This was what he loved about humanity. The vibrancy. The life.

The last few decades had been so drab in comparison with all the dark colours and constricting societal rules but now ...

He laughed as a woman squealed as her partner twirled her before extending her out away from him. The two giggled before continuing to do the Charleston around each other with their arms waving about.

It looked fun. Solomon made a mental note to try and learn it before it went out of style.

"Pardon me, sir. Did you want a refill on your drink?"

He glanced down at the now-empty glass, before looking up. He felt his eyes widen as he took in your face. "It's you!" He couldn't help but shout in surprise, taking a second to take in your appearance — the serving uniform you were wearing looked exquisite on you. It was quite different from the modest, neck-high garbs that he had last seen you in, though he supposed that was due in part to the change in times. He glanced around from you to the rambunctious crowd around the two of you. "What are you doing in a place like this? Last I checked, it was 1910 and you were a cute, quiet librarian making a modest living."

You cracked a smile, pouring his drink with the same delicate, professional touch that he remembered you carrying even as you shelved books. "The war, for starters. Library couldn't afford to stay open."

Solomon huffed, taking a hearty gulp of his drink. "Shame. I quite like your little collection of books. It was a quiet haven. I'll miss it."

"I'm aware," you responded with a teasing lilt in your voice that caught the wizard's attention. "You swung by nearly every day. To be honest, I'm as surprised to see you here as you are to see me."

Solomon paused taking a moment to observe the situation. Both of you, not quiet strangers but not quiet friends, find yourselves at the same woefully tasteless speakeasy and happen to find each other. The smile on your face told him that's a good thing. And maybe it was the alcohol, but while he usually doesn't allow himself to get too close to mortals, there was something about the sparkle in your eyes that was drawing him in like a moth to the flame.

It had always been that way with you. He still vividly remembered the first time he ran into your quaint library to escape the rain, and there you were, warm and light, offering him a towel to dry off with and tea. He was hardly one to say no to such welcoming company. When he returned a second time, he had told you it was for the books, and that was true in part — you had quite the collection of vintage scripts he hadn't had the opportunity to read in some time — but he wanted to observe the compassionate creature that had taken him in. It wasn't long before coming to the library, perusing your stock, and people-watching became a hobby of his.

There was a strange ache in his chest when he went to visit you again one day, only to find the door boarded up and windows darkened.

He smiled and leaned in closer to you, "Perhaps I'm more than just the bookworm you thought I was. You seem well aware that a person can have several facets to themselves," he tilted his head, eyes flickering towards the door before returning to yours once more. "Would you care to learn mine?"

Your eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel his smile grow as an adorably flustered look fretted across your expression. "I- I um-" you chuckled nervously, "You're more sly than I thought. I didn't take you for a cake-eater, mr ...." You blinked in sudden confusion. "Oh. All those visits to the library and I never caught your name."

"Solomon," he explained with a smirk. "And I meant no harm with my offer. Just a walk together on this lovely night and a bit of good conversation. It's been a while. I'm sure there's a story of how you ended up here."

You hummed, fiddling with the cocktail mixer still in your hands. "That don't sound too bad, I suppose," you glanced back at the clock over the bar. "My shift ends in about an hour and a half. Think you can wait?"

"Time is fickle and good company is rare and far between," your breath caught at his words as his knowing silver eyes locked onto yours. "Get back to work. I'll be back here when you're done ... though maybe a name to associate with my new companion before you leave."

"MC," you quickly offered, almost too quickly. "M-My name is MC. I-I um, yes. Back to work!"

He watched you go, his chest warm with the promise of something new, something exciting, something fun.

Gods, he hadn't felt this alive in centuries. He set down his drink and leaned back, simply enjoying the thriving atmosphere once more.

Nearly two hours later, the two of you were laughing as you walked through the empty city streets.

"There's no way," you cackled, fanning your face with your hand as your shoulders hitched. "There is no possible way that 's true."

"Well it is," Solomon teasingly reassured. "I presented his lordship with cookies that I spent at least a day preparing and they were so delightful, the man fainted on the spot. I am an excellent cook, I'll have you know."

He soaked in the sight of your head thrown back in laughter, the moon casting you in its mysterious glow and glittering off the embellishments of your uniform — a natural masterpiece. He had always been an admirer of humanity and the strange yet fascinating quirks it possessed but with you there was something drawing him in like the strongest undertow. As though the pulls of your charisma and beauty were the deadly tide and he was a sailor lost at sea. How tempting it was to let himself drown.

It was a draw he hadn't experienced since he tasted his first licks of magic.

"Solomon," he blinked himself out of his thoughts to see your hand waving in front of his face. A soft smile eased onto your face as you met eyes. "Thought you were lost there for a moment. Am I boring you that much?"

Warmth filled his chest as he smiled in return and took one of your hands into his own. "Quite the contrary."

The lovely flustered expression returned to your face once more. "Aren't you quite the flatterer," you chuckled staring at your two hands interlocked.

He hummed, never once taking his eyes off you. "Is that an issue?"

Sparks run up his spine as he felt you gently squeeze his hand. "Not so long as I'm the one you're flirting with."

A smile split across his face, "That can be arranged."

The night was one Solomon wouldn't forget. It was the first night he got to know you, really know you. You took turns asking each other questions, hands glued together, completely oblivious to the hours slipping by. The only care the two of you had was what would happen after it was time to say goodbye.

Turns out it didn't need to be a concern.

Solomon visited you in and outside of work frequently. The two of you would sneak away and Solomon would take you to all of his favourite places — little pieces of paradise that he liked to escape to when the world became too much. It wasn't something that he shared often but, as with anything related to you, you were the exception.

It was almost frightening how easy it was to open up to you. Solomon wouldn't describe himself as a particularly guarded person, but he appreciated some distance, it was safer that way. There were moments were he considered the thought that maybe you were a trap sent by someone he had annoyed. That you were charmed specifically for him to fall for.

He did research. He ran tests as subtly as he could without your clever mind catching on. The conclusion he came to was not one he had ever anticipated.

You weren't a trap designed for his destruction.

You were his soulmate.

He had heard of the concept before. They were rare and more of a child's tale than anything else. He had never actually met anyone with a genuine soulmate and as such, thought them to be nothing by horsefeathers.

But he couldn't deny it. There was a connection he felt to you the second he met you. You understood him in a way he had never encountered before. You were brilliant, and oh-so curious about everything around you. You grounded him and made him high all at once.

You were his other half.

It was a one in a million chance. One that he wasn't so keen to let go of.

The same day that Solomon made his realization, he bought a bouquet of flowers and took you to the same street the two of you had walked down until dawn.

"MC," he questioned softly as you swung your joined hands and looked at the bustling streets around you.

"Hm?" You hummed in acknowledgment, taking a second to sniff the white chrysanthemums and red primroses that he had gifted you.

"Will you allow me to court you?"

He expected sputtering, or that adorable bashful expression you get when he teases you, or perhaps laughter from shock. But he got none of that.

Instead, you cocked your eyebrow at him as you glanced over to him from the side of your eye. "Are we not already courting?"

Solomon felt his cheeks grow red as he stopped in his tracks and looked at you. "I beg your pardon?"

You snorted as gathered his arm with yours and pulled him back into pace alongside you once more. "We've been flirting with one another, going on unsupervised dates, and exchanging gifts for months now. I thought we were courting this whole time, you fool," you paused as realization struck you. "B-But um, if you didn't, then I ... I apologize if I was too forward or-"

"NO!" Solomon loudly amended, earning strange looks from the passerbys on the street around you. He waved at them in apologies before dragging you into a nearby ally. "No. That's not the case at all! I just thought we were being friendly and teasing one another!"

Your face only grew more flush at his words. "What? If that's friendly to you, then what in the world would courting mean to you?!"

He smirked as he leaned down close into your space, your back quickly finding the surface of the brick building behind you. "With any luck, and your permission, perhaps a kiss or two," your breath hitched as his hand came up to cup your cheek. "Telling you how when I see you, the sun ceases to exist as your light and radience is enough to warm me in even the cruelest of winters. Expressing that each time your eyes find mine, I'm taken back to that rainy little book shop and the sincere librarian who lived within it. Being sure that everyone knows exactly how much I love you."

"Solomon," you breathed, your voice threaded with utter awe that pooled in your eyes.

"I'll ask you again," he took another step closer. Your chests brushed against one another as the toes your shoes met. He could practically feel the frantic beating of your heart thrashing under your skin. "Will you allow me to court you? To love you and have you love me in turn?"

The bouquet that had been in your hands met the ground as you wound your arms around his neck and dragged his face down to meet yours.

A thousand lifetimes crashed into this one single moment, and for a second, Solomon felt so heartachingly mortal and timeless all at once. Your lips were richer than the oldest wines and equally addicting. They wrapped him with a powerful passion that he hadn't known he was missing. It was as though your souls had finally intertwined and were now waltzing the in the intimacy of your embrace.

He pressed his forehead against yours as you both pulled away. Your breath painted his shoulder as he felt your chest heave against him.

"Wow."

He couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, pulling you closer to him. "Is it safe for me to take this as an acceptance of my courting?"

You giggled, pecking his lips once more before bending down to pick up your discarded bouquet. "Of course it's a yes," you smirked as you batted his chest with the flowers. "It would've been a yes if you asked me properly months ago."

The smile that decorated his face was bigger and brighter than any smile he had ever worn before. He shook his head to himself took after you, ready chase after what little time with you had for every drop it was worth.

***And that's the first part of this Prequel! From here we'll be jumping to the 1930s for some pre-WW2 and then go from there! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much for your love and support!***

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In The Middle of the Night Pt 3

Part 3 Featuring: Barbatos, Diavolo, Simeon, and Solomon

Part 1, 2

-After falling asleep in their arms, you realize that they don't want to let you go.

Barbatos~

An all powerful demon like Barbatos never seems to have a moment of weakness. Every day he works through his seemingly endless list of tasks for the Young Lord with a pleasant smile on his face as he overcomes impossible feats as if they were nothing but house work to him.

But as you share the bed with him, you notice that the day does take a toll on him. His usual composure can falter behind closed door and he allows himself to sink into a very deep sleep. 

He holds you tightly, never hurting you. It’s almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, the special thing in his arms will leave him forever.

you almost feel bad having to get up to get yourself a glass of water. But it’s necessary.

Through careful shifting you were able to slip away from the Butler’s arms. Immediately you see his brow furrow and his arms stretch out on the bed trying to find you.

Gently you cup his face and whisper to the waking Demon that you i’m just fetching yourself a glass of water and that you’ll be back very  soon.

His brilliantly beautiful green eyes shoot open and he nuzzles into your touch with a silly smile. 

“You… have a request?” He mumbles “ why didn’t you tell me, I can fetch it for you my dear.” 

He starts to get up from the bed and you have to gently coax him back underneath the sheets with the promise that you’ll be back in a minute. You don’t leave until his head is back against the pillow.

Diavolo~

There is no safer place to sleep in the Devildom than the arms of it’s prince. He is so powerful, not even bad dreams dare approach you. 

But his embrace is strong,  warm, and comfortable. 

Too strong…

Thinking back to dinner, you remember how much Demonius you had drank. Since it is juice to you, the only thing you thought you had to worry about was possible sugar high. But you were wrong.

You had to go to the bathroom, very very badly. You try to squirm your way out of Diavolo’s hold with no success. He still holds you as if you were his own personal teddy bear.

With a sigh, you shake him awake with as much strength as you have. At first you’re worried, he is such a heavy sleeper, and such a strong demon that you are unsure if you are able to wake him up at all.

But his eyes eventually crack open and he looks at you with concern.

“Mc, my darling. Is something the matter?” he asks, sitting the two of you up in his massive bed.

You explain to him that you just have to go to the bathroom, but you couldn’t get out of his arms. His cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and he hangs his head to apologize.

“ i’m sorry, I shouldn’t hold you so tight. I’d hate to ever cause you discomfort.”

You feel so bad, but you assure him that it’s just that you had too much to drink and you will be right back after you complete your business.

He gives you a warm smile and sits up in bed until you come back, his arms ready to once again find the rightful place around you.

Simeon~

A nightmare pulls you from your slumber cruelly. .

It makes your breath hitch as you jolt awake.

For a moment, you wonder if your movements have awakened Simeon. Although he’s right next to you in the bed, the two of you aren’t holding each other like you usually do. 

He feels far too far away for your comfort. 

If he were awake, he would agree.

Glancing over at The sleeping angel next to you, you’re almost glad that your little nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Simeon’s angelic features are 10 times more alluring in the moonlight that reflects off of his Silk pillowcases. You find yourself staring at him and adoration and you gently raise your hand to brush a strand of his hair from his handsome face.

Before you make contact, his hand shoots up and grabs your wrist. His eyes shoot open as he scans the room. But when they land on you he smiles.

“Have you been staring at me long My Love?” He teases bringing your captured wrist to his lips placing gentle kisses on his knuckle.

It’s enough to Fluster you in your tired state. Your skin heats up and you have to tear your eyes away from the beautiful being next to you. To tell him that you  had woken up and found yourself unable to go back to sleep.

His chest heaves and laughter as he pulls you into his arms. “You are just so cut MC, how about I help you fall back asleep?”

You nod he begins to hum some sort of lullaby. It’s familiar and beautiful and you already feel yourself relaxing deeper in his hold.

Just as you drift off you feel the light touch of his lips on your forehead as you sleep through the night.

Solomon~

Your magic training lessons with Solomon can go pretty late. It isn’t uncommon that you decide to stay with him instead of taking the walk back to the House of Lamination.

One thing you have learned from spending nights in Solomon's arms is that the Sorcerer is a bit of a sleep talker.

Sometimes he murmurs harmless enchantments that fill the room with multicolored bubbles or flower petals. you never have to worry about him casting something dangerous though, he made sure to fix that problem years ago.

Tonight, you were pulled from your sleep by a bright light that shines over your face. Tearing your eyes open you are shocked to see an enchanted river of light flowing above the bed. It looks almost like the northern lights. Colors blending and fading before being replaced with another equally as beautiful.

All the while Solomon sleeps, unaware of the beauty that he has created. 

Gently you shake him awake. He blinks away in his sleep being able to catch the last of the lights before they fade away. 

“Heh,” he laughs embarrassedly. “ I did it again, didn’t I?“.