a month or two ago, I made the prototype here, and this is the final result!
the stitching is a bit wobbly in places, and some of the teeth don't look too great, but im very proud of how it came out as my first plushie haha! next mission is to make a giant eel plushie hehe, like this one
tagging you guys who love my eel simpery @azulashengrottospiano @siren-serenity @officialdaydreamer00 @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb @silvers-numberonefan @fukashiin @hheun
Synopsis: you are just a fool in love, and he can so easily pull on your heartstrings
Tags: fluff, first date, festival, rambling, reader is a simp, self indulgent, slightly thirsty, reader wears a skirt, bot proofread
Word count: 1.1k+
Notes: this was purely self-indulgent and reader is kinda based on my own personality hehe
@v-anrouge and @azulashengrottospiano here is the awaited shoujo first date fic hahaha
You're acting like a fool in love.
You pace anxiously by the glistening fountain in the heart of the town square, your every movement a reflection of the swirling emotions within you. Your heart, like a fluttering bird trapped in a cage as the time ticked by relentlessly, each passing second heightening your nervousness.
Months of careful planning had led to this moment, the culmination of your hopes and dreams. It had taken courage, a delicate thread woven through your days, to gather the strength to ask Jade out on a date. And what better event for a first date than the annual festival on Sage Island?
The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the square in a warm, amber glow, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone pavement. The festival ambience enveloped you, teasing your senses with the tantalizing aromas of sizzling street food and the distant melodies of live performances.
You had meticulously planned your arrival, desperate not to keep Jade waiting and be punctual. The sheer eagerness within you had prompted you to arrive a whole 20 minutes early, despite the chaos it had caused in your preparations. You cast a scrutinizing gaze upon your reflection in one of the shop windows, running your eyes over your ensemble for what felt like the umpteenth time, ensuring that every element rested precisely in its intended place.
Hours upon hours were spent immersed in a whirlwind of stress where you attended to each minuscule aspect, from the intricate arrangement of your hair, artfully coaxed into place, to the careful application of makeup that accentuated your features with a touch of joyful charm. Right now, you can confidently say you look cute and worthy to stand next to Jade!
Lost in your frantic mind, you are suddenly jolted back to reality as you catch sight of those alluring teal locks. There he is, Jade, the magnetic force that holds your heart captive. With each step he takes, there is an effortless grace in his stride, as if he is moving in harmony with a hidden symphony only he could hear. The usual formal attire of his school or dorm uniform is replaced by a casual outfit, and you can't help but feel mesmerized by how handsome he looks, his sharp features illuminated by an ethereal, golden glow.
A soft, tender smile graces Jade's lips as he closes the distance between you, its warmth radiating towards you like a soothing sunbeam. It's a smile that holds a touch of mischief, yet carrying an air of sincerity, leaving you captivated by its charm.
"Prefect, I apologize for making you wait," Jade greets you with utmost politeness, his voice like a melody floating on a gentle breeze. His eyes, sparkling like sunlight on a clear day, meets yours with a glimmer of anticipation.
"N-No problem at all," you stammer, a blush blooming across your cheeks. The rush of nervousness makes your words stumble and falter. "I… uh… just got here a bit early."
Jade's soft chuckle dances in the air. "My, I didn't think you would be so eager," he remarks.
The blush deepes, and you find yourself fidgeting with the fabric of your skirt, feeling a sudden self-consciousness under his gaze. Your words spill out in a rush, as if trying to catch up with the flurry of emotions swirling within you. "Well, um… I just… I wanted to make sure I didn't keep you waiting."
He takes a deliberate step closer, and the air around you seems to crackle with shared energy. His presence sends shivers down your spine, intertwining with a tingling warmth. "How very considerate of you," he says, his voice a captivating blend of appreciation and mischief.
Your gaze can't help but wander over his frame, eagerly committing every detail to memory. Clad in a short-sleeved button-up shirt, he retains a gentlemanly air, but the outfit offers a glimpse of his surprisingly muscular arms, typically hidden beneath his polite and gentle facade. The sight catches you off guard, and you can feel all the heat in your body rising to your cheeks as you shake your head, attempting to dismiss those wayward thoughts and refocus your attention on talking to Jade, not staring blankly at him.
Sensing your flustered state, Jade's smile widens teasingly. "Are you okay, Prefect? You seem a little lost in thought."
You quickly regained your composure, replying shyly, "Oh, uhm, it's nothing, Jade. You… you look really handsome today. I mean, not that you don't always look good, but… uhm… Oh, you know what I mean."
Jade covers his mouth with his hand and laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I appreciate the compliment, Floyd helped me pick it out," he admits. “You look enchanting my dear, this outfit suits you incredibly well."
You dare yourself to entertain the thought that maybe Jade valued this date with you. Maybe he sees it as more than a mere passing fancy, an opportunity to spend time together and even put in effort in his appearance to the point of eliciting Floyd's help. And…
Oh.
He called you "enchanting".
As the realization settles in, your cheeks flush like the warm hues of the setting sun. The weight of his compliment sinks deep into your being. You can't help but sneak a peek at Jade's expression, hoping to catch any hint of his true feelings. Is he being sincere, or is he just being polite? You sincerely consider splashing water on your face to calm yourself, but ‘no’, you think to yourself, ‘that would just be foolish’.
At your turmoil, Jade simply observes your reaction. "Well, let's enjoy the festival together, shall we?" His smile widens as he reaches out his hand as an offer.
Dumbfounded by the rush of emotions coursing through your veins, you nod in a daze, your thoughts in disarray. With trembling fingers, you cautiously place your hand in his, as if awaiting a hidden trick or revelation. But instead, what you find is that his ungloved hand feels warm and strong, with callouses likely formed during his mountain excursions. And you hope you can join him on one of those those expeditions someday.
As if sensing your nervous energy, Jade's grip tightens ever so gently, offering solace and reassurance. It's a silent affirmation, a subtle gesture to quell your anxieties and snap you away from your reeling mind. The contact of his hand against yours infuses a sense of calm, a grounding force that anchored you amidst the flurry of emotions.
And so, hand in hand, you embark on your date through the lively festival, the world around you both fading into a blur of colours, sounds, and mesmerising aromas. Together, you navigate the crowded pathways with interlaced fingers, your heart racing as you wish for time to move slower, and if not, for there to be more moments you could be by his side in the future.
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