This Is Still To Me One Of The Funniest Chapters In The Entire Manga. Loid Sees Yor Looking A Little

HERE COMES THE BOYYYY

confessions (part two)

ft. kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, ayato, itto, & dainsleif.

with gender-neutral reader.

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part one

it’s very obvious that there is something going on with KAZUHA. he seems more relaxed than he usually is, always seeming like he was in a daze. if anyone were to come up to him and strike a conversation, it was almost as though you were snapping him out of a daydream. there was always this tiny smile on his face, cheeks visibly pink. in his free time, kazuha’s writing heartfelt poems about you, every word he can’t say out loud written on paper. he later decides—this is the perfect way to confess to you. compiling all the poems he’s made into one pile and carefully tying string around the small pile of papers to keep it together, kazuha hopes that you could sense each feeling between the lines.

SCARAMOUCHE has never despised anyone so much in his life. he hated how you made him feel this way, like there were butterflies in his stomach or this awkward warmth in his chest that bloomed every time you were around. he hated how you made him feel vulnerable, like his walls were finally coming down and there was finally someone in his life he can open up to. he hated how you were just so perfect, with your stupidly perfect hair and stupidly perfect eyes. and don’t even get him started with your smile. scaramouche would rather die than admit his attraction towards you, but all of this longing he’d felt wasn’t about to go to waste. it was now or never, he tells himself. as he’s coming up to you, you can only ask yourself what seemed so urgent with the way he was walking in his stride, hands balled into fists, lips pursed in a thin line, and face red. quickly, he ushered you to the side, stammering through his confession: “y/n…i…i really, really like you. in a way that’s more than what we have right now. i really need you to tell me if you feel the same way.”

THOMA cannot wrap his head around the concept of feelings. what do you even do in this situation, he’d ask himself. it’s clear that he has something for you, because any time someone would mention your name, his face will immediately turn bright red and he’d start stuttering as he spoke. “what? y-y/n? what do you mean, haha…ha…” he confides in the kamisato siblings with these things, and they both tell him the same thing: why not write a letter of confession? so, he does, spending nearly the entire night trying to write The Perfect Letter. the next day, with his letter sealed in an envelope, thoma meets you under a large sakura tree, handing you the letter and praying to the archons that this’ll come out in his favor.

ITTO cannot keep feelings subtle even if his life depended on it. he’s very open with how he feels about you, and it’s pretty much heard around inazuma at this point. with how it’s basically become a known thing now, it eventually reached back to you, but you enjoyed seeing how oblivious itto can be. you would give him hints to show your interest, like making flirtatious comments or holding eye contact to the point where itto would start getting flustered and his gaze would falter. still, he had no clue and you were just waiting patiently for him, wanting to hear his feelings come out from his own mouth and not just from someone in inazuma who happened to hear. honestly, you couldn’t help but melt and laugh when he finally does, getting the entire arataki gang to individually hold up signs that formed a short sentence: | PLEASE | DATE | ME? | → | with itto standing by the arrow, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a special onikabuto he thought you’d especially like.

AYATO gets teased endlessly by his sister as he brought up how you made him feel a particular way that he didn’t quite understand. she still gives him sisterly advice, to just go for it and court you like how he’d been taught growing up. but, the first step to that was taking you out—and ayato didn’t know how to do that. no one has ever made him feel like this before, and he was afraid of messing up everything somehow. one way or another, he has to do it. he settles on doing it at night, with the moonlight casting over inazuma and when the ambience feels calmer, when it’s more quiet and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world. gingerly, ayato takes your hands into his, holding them as he looked down into your eyes, saying, “y/n…you make me feel things i’ve never felt before, and you’re so…special to me. if i may, i would really love to take you on a date.”

DAINSLEIF doesn’t waste his time dwelling and doubting his feelings: he’s certain with what he feels about you and he has to tell you, because life is so short and you can only do so many things before it’s over. and with years of wandering and feeling so alone, dain’s finally found someone that’s made him feel at home, like he can forget about every terrible thing that’s happened in his past. although he’s sure, he’s nervous when he’s actually standing in front of you, staring into your eyes where it’s unclear if you’re about to accept or deny his feelings. dain clears his head swallows back the anxiety. “y/n, you’re…amazing in every single way possible, and you’ve made me feel so alive and not completely lost in the world. i would love for you to be by my side, and i want to be able to call you mine.”

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I CANNOT KINIKILIG NAKO QHAHAHAHH

"ikaw at ikaw means you," you softly tap his nose, "and you."

shoto's lips met the finger that answered his question. the chorus of a song repeated those unfamiliar tagalog words, and for the past week, it's the one stuck in your mind. there wasn't a day where he didn't hear the tune either from you humming or having it play on your phone.

today was a free day. cuddled up in your dorm, unoccupied by nothing but each other's company, he presumed this is the perfect time to cure his curiosity. perhaps shoto can understand and like it as well.

"what's with the repetition though?" he asks.

"hmm." you face him, intrigued with his interest. "guess."

"i don't know the rest of the words," he cautions, staring blankly, "... or what they mean."

to which you only respond stating— "that's the fun part."

for the next few minutes, your lover had his fair share of guesses. from chosen heroes or picking friends from a big group, his answers somehow made sense.

this seemed more difficult than any exam he had to answer. though the process was a lot more fun. especially as he sees your face light up when it sounds like he's about to get it right. when it goes far, the way you keep a chuckle and intend to hear his explanation has him going further to eventually make you laugh. it was a cycle he'd be willing to get stuck in for as long as time permits.

you gave him a clue which was the title of the song, but it may have made his answers go a longer distance.

"...so it's not about their dog?"

"no, Pasilyo is not a tagalog pet name, " you sheepishly answer, holding a grin. his eyes narrow, still confused but determined.

"but you know, maybe a kiss could get me to answer." you tease but it's a win-win, so how would he resist? he cups your face and nods, taking your offer seriously— catching you a bit off guard. he starts with peppering kisses on your face before eventually meeting your lips.

you pause in between, gazing adoringly as you sway a bit of his disheveled hair. "it's just a cliche love song, dummy."

he still doesn't understand most of the lyrics or the main context of the song. but one thing for sure, whatever he feels is probably close— shoto has heart that screams you, and only you.

୨୧ this is,,, vv self-indulgent hehe aLSO I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG TITLED PASILYO TOO MUCH HELP ME

by happy accident I finished this on xiao’s bday

soft loidyor doodles from this week 💖

I think nilou trying to teach her s/o how to dance would be nice

Nilou teaching you how to dance

Characters: Nilou x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: God damnit, I’m down bad for Nilou. I’m gonna triple crown her no matter if she’s good or not, and not even the gods will be able to stop me from doing it /hj.

That being said, this is my first time writing for her and she hasn’t been released yet, so I’m very sorry if I got something wrong about her.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Nilou

You had always been a big fan of seeing Nilou dance, was it before you had gotten to know her or even now, and while watching her performances was already enough to make any day a good one, you still wanted to learn how to dance yourself.

When you eventually got the courage to ask Nilou to give you dancing lessons, she immediately became excited. And while she’d be happy to teach justa about anyone who showed an interest in the arts, the fact that it was you who asked her made the opportunity even more appealing.

“How about we take a small break? You have to be tired after repeating this one sequence over and over again”, Nilou suggested in her usual gentle tone, not showing any kind of frustration or other negative emotions after repeatedly seeing you mess up the same part, and while you were thankful for her kindness and patience, the same thing couldn’t be said about you. You neither could, nor wished to remember how often you had failed already, but as the number of attempts grew larger, your patience with yourself started to vanish, causing you to enter a hopeless death spiral.

At first, you wanted to say no to her idea, not wanting to stop until you succeeded at least once, only to eventually admit to yourself that it wasn’t going to work until you calmed down, causing you to plop down on the bench next to Nilou before letting out a sigh. “You’re right. It’s just that this one part keeps bothering me… I have to admit that you make it look like a walk in the park whenever you’re on stage”, you admitted, the last part of your statement causing you to think of her performances as a small smile found its way onto your face, only for your thoughts to be interrupted when you felt Nilou grab your hand.

“That’s nice of you to say, but that’s only because I practise a lot, so I have no doubt that you’ll get just as good if you invest enough of your time into it”, she assured you before turning her head towards you, causing the two of you to briefly make eye contact. “Let’s try to relax for a bit and then you can try the part one last time, maybe it’ll work better this time, maybe not, but it that’s the case we’ll have time to work on it next time”, she followed up, only for you to nod your head in response.

And exactly that was what you did. After continuing to sit there for a few more minutes, you stood up once again before making one last attempt, only to surprise yourself when you easily succeeded, immediately glancing over to Nilou, who looked just as happy as you did.

“I did it”, you mumbled to yourself, still somewhat in disbelief.

“See? I told you, you’d succeed eventually”, Nilou stated with a smile bright enough to not only make your heart skip a beat, but to also make you space out, only returning back to the present after a few seconds, causing you to pray to the Dendro Archon that she hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s return home, you can be proud of yourself.”

Love Language

♡ Thoma’s love language is physical touch, and he cannot bear not having skin to skin contact with you!

A/N: Pure fluff with gender neutral reader! My first post on here hehehe~

Lovestruck Thoma who can’t keep his hands off you; oftentimes he doesn’t even realize it himself, but anytime the two of you are out, at the very least you can expect a hand on your lower back or your arms intertwined together. It’s just his love language, always gravitating to show his appreciation for you in gentle caresses of your cheek, a nuzzle of your noses, a sweet squeeze of your arm. 

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#spy x family #now this is what you call development

This is absolutely not important, but I admire how every time we get a glimpse of the Forger’s hallway we see *new* - and increasingly real - family pictures.

When the series first started, there was that lone Forger Family portrait where Yor and Anya both look like they need the bathroom.

And then we got the cringe and doctored photos that were part of the lovey-dovey package when Yuri first visits.

After that we see the cringest photos removed - it's now all Family Forger, all the time. But at this point in the story - right after the Doggy Crisis - the photos are still all 'staged'.

But by the time Nightfall visits, we see a new photo of the Forgers, this time, with Bond too! And that does not look like they are in a photo studio. More like Bond trying to take a selfie in a park somewhere. (Yes, if Bond can see the future, he can take selfies.)

When we get a good glimpse of the Forger's hallway again in the manga after Nightfall's visit, when Bond sees a vision of him possibly dying from eating Yor's cooking, there are now more new photos: Bond licking Anya like she's made of peanut butter (she's had so much peanuts that...maybe?), and another of the whole Forger family together, smiling and acting natural.

I hope this becomes a recurring thing in the series - every time we see the top of that cabinet there will be new pictures of the Forger family, until the end of the series when it's just creaking under the weight of all the photos.

Because they are the memories Loid, Yor, Anya and Bond have made together. They are evidence that it happened, and that all of it was real.

My contribution to the SpyFam brainrot! Afternoon nap with Forgers 💚