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kurocamille · 4 months

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❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

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erika-xero · 8 months

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My obsession with Yennefer (long post!)

Yennefer was ALWAYS my favourite character from an entire Witcher franchise and easily my favourite character from any fictional story. I drew her, sketched her, wrote about her obsessively since I first read the Witcher in 2013.

Let's give it a try and gather all of the Yennefer pieces and sketches I ever did, because I had a Witcher brainrot for many, many years. Spoler alert: all of my Yens are totally different!

This one from 2014 was probably inspired by the The Bounds of Reason.

The one that was inspired by the very first Yennefer render from CDProjektRed.

The weird one. I don't really like her.

2015! The Shard of Ice Yennefer:

Don't have much to say about this one either, I guess it was an experiment.

The one I don't remember drawing. Somehow I predicted the Netflix!Yen having these exact eyeshadows.

Oh I love this one! This is a mix of game!Yen and book!Yen:

The next one is pure game!Yennefer, even though I never liked her in-game design (especially the bangs, the small nose and the lips):

Basically, this is how I saw it: game!Yen meeting the book!Yen.

Late 2015/early 2016 traditional sketches (yes, the second one is Yen from the Hexer):

THE FAVOURITE ONE. I haven't watched Farscape until 2018 and when I first saw Claudia Black I GASPED, because to me she looked exactly like this Yen version I drew back in 2016 and still is madly in love with.

Apparently there was an infinished second piece of this exact Yen design but I never posted the high resolution of it which is kinda sad.

2017! I saw early game!Yen designs and did a sketchy portrait of her. And then I decided to make the second version with the book!Yen:

Finally, Yennefer from 2022 (original sketch and the colored sketch). This design seems the most book accurate to me, but I still love all the previous ones I did (except the weird one, she is creepy).

And the last, but not the least: my own Thanedd ball outfit for Netflix!Yen, portrayed by Anya Chalotra.

And a small bonus! The very first Yennefer sketch I ever did (2013!)

#fantasy #yennefer #the witcher #yennefer z vengerbergu #yennefer the witcher #netflix yennefer #game!yennefer #book!yennefer #traditional art #digital art #art progress #sketch #favourite character #i was fucking obsessed with this woman #I wanted to be her #witcher brainrot

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hydrobunny · 1 year

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jump then fall (into me)

tags: fluff, established relationship, insecure reader, comfort, reo reo reo reo reo reo, lots of dialogue actually, they're drinking age, listen to jump then fall !! word count: 1.2k

“do you ever regret us?”

reo mikage jolts from his seat at his computer. the expression he fixes you with as he turns around is almost comical, all wide eyes and horror.

you can’t find it in yourself to laugh.

“what?”

you shift nervously. the satin sheets underneath you bunch awkwardly. “you know. getting together- staying together.”

he rises immediately, emails left for a later time. “what happened.” the words themselves should be a question, but his stiff tone doesn’t make it one.

you sigh, falling back on to the bed. although it’s only been two nights since the two of you checked in to this particular hotel, the bed already smells of reo’s expensive shampoo. “i dont know. sometimes i feel like i’m holding you back.”

his weight sinks into the mattress. “how the hell would you hold me back?”

you drag your hands over your face. “you’re just- you’re so you. heir to billions of yen, future ceo, hotshot football player, and you’re just barely in your twenties. shouldn’t you be out there in the wild getting into scandals every week? but you’re always just... here.”

“y/n.” even through tightly shut eyes, you can feel reo’s intense gaze on you. “is this really because you think i want to be out there making a fool of myself?” his hand gently brushes over your hair. “also, why would i get into scandals when i have you?”

you roll away with a groan. “it's not that. just- shouldn't you have had more relationships than just me? you know, all the first meetings and awkward flirting and shit. you were popular as all hell in high school, but somehow you’re still with me? isn’t it boring?”

his hand freezes, and you feel a small inkling of guilt bleed through your heart.

after a long moment, reo rises from the bed without another word. He grabs his jacket from the chair as he pads out of the room, away from you.

you shove a pillow over your face and fight the urge to scream, sigh in relief, suffocate yourself, anything.

twenty minutes later, when you’ve reached a point of contemplating if those roses in the hotel vase are fake- (they’re in water, but you swear they smell exactly like those essential oils in scented candles)- your phone vibrates from its place on the desk.

you reluctantly lift yourself up, sliding your feet into your waiting fluffy slippers. reo’s computer is still turned on from before he left, some fancy computer program steadily running. you spot a hint of a message thread with nagi before you tear your eyes away.

the notification is from your messages, from none other than reo 🦎💜 himself.

the message itself is pretty short, unlike the usually wordy messages reo sends you consistently throughout the day.

come down to hotel bar. look nice

it takes you some time to actually comprehend the message, more than a few seconds spent blinking at it blankly.

and then you’re immediately digging into your suitcase for anything considered “nice.” honestly, did reo expect you to be able to procure outfits without any hint of the dress code? was he expecting family dinner or clubbing?

and what the hell was even with this request anyway? you were pretty sure your boyfriend had a business meeting in barely forty minutes, and it’s not like you two had ended your conversation on good terms.

either way, you settle on something in between wholesome and provocative, a pretty flattering cocktail dress you hadn’t really even planned on bringing. after a moment of contemplation, you leave your hair down, sliding in a pair of glittering earrings.

honestly, you weren’t even sure why you were trying so hard.

but when you arrive at the bar some minutes later, reo isn’t there. in fact, there’s no one there except for a stiff bartender slowly wiping down a glass. you hesitate from your place by the doorway, shooting off a here. dont see you? message.

he leaves you on read.

it takes you another six minutes of disbelief before you finally walk into the bar, and then it’s a short two minutes of fuming before you call for your first drink.

throughout it all, you see no hint of anyone; no reo, no drunk couples, no rich guests, no one. it would actually be kind of creepy if you had it in yourself to look around or care, but you really don’t.

ten minutes later, it’s when you’re nursing your second drink of the night ( a daiquiri that honestly is not getting you drunk fast enough ) that you hear another human voice.

“haven’t seen you before, pretty. can i pay for that drink?”

your mood immediately plummets as you turn with a scowl, ready to tell whoever it is enough curses to- oh.

reo smirks at you, flashing his card towards the bartender. you stare at him in disbelief. he’s in a completely new outfit from when you saw him last, something that is definitely not appropriate for his upcoming meeting. he has a leather jacket on, for gods’ sake!

“what the fuck are you doing?” you manage to say, realizing that you’re supposed to be mad at him. “do you realize how long i’ve been waiting?”

he pointedly doesn’t respond. “another round please, for me and the lonely lady!” he says before turning back to you. “so. what brings a girl like you here?”

you literally have no idea what he’s doing. you open your mouth to respond - with what, you couldn’t say- but then reo winks at you, quick enough that you barely notice.

the words fall out of your mouth without you even realizing. “what’s it to you?”

he hums, looking you up and down. “is it wrong to want to comfort a clearly sad stranger? come on, spill out all your secrets.”

you fight the urge to smile. “well, if you say it like that…i guess i’m trying to heal my broken heart.”

he responds a beat too late. “really? what idiot broke your heart?”

“no, i was the idiot,” you sigh, looking back towards your glass. “i was a bitch for no reason. got too caught up in my head, you know?”

his hands fly to yours. “i do know. and i’m sure your idiot knows as well. in fact, if i was the guy in question, i would have told you that nothing you can do would hurt me. that any time spent with you is infinitely better than time spent with any other women.”

you meet his eyes and smile. “and if you happened to be that guy, i would probably kiss you right then and there.”

reo swallows, hard. “yeah?”

you lean toward him. “too bad you’re not him.” you stand from your seat, grinning at how your boyfriend sputters instantly, almost knocking over his cup.

your shoes click clack a rhythmic beat onto the hotel floor as you head back toward the elevator.

seconds later, reo’s familiar form bumps into you, arm linking around your waist.

“i think that was first date was awkward enough, yeah?” he says breathlessly.

you lean further into him. “it was perfect. but i think i prefer my boyfriend.”

“good thing you’re looking at him. which means..”

you laugh, stopping. “which means this.”

you tiptoe upward and finally kiss reo. he tastes like watermelon chapstick and expensive rum.

// bonus//

“hey, reo?”

“yes?”

“did you rent out that entire bar so we would be alone?”

his silence is response enough.

I loveee reblogs and comments !! <33

#reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #hydrobunny #ngl this was supposed to be sae again LOL

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cursingtoji · 9 months

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I'm crying these cliches are so cute!! I think Denji with kissing under the rain + wet transparent shirt (he'd totally stare) + taking care of him while sick, would be very cute!!

𝑾𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 ✧ 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 ✧ 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ┊the perfect combo so far?? thank so much for joining 🧡 The Clichés ™

Denji stood outside the Public Safety building where you were supposed to meet him for a mission assigned by your superiors, Denji was totally fine by your delay, it gave him time to psychologically prepare for being alone with his crush.

The forecast said it would rain but Tokyo was under a downpour since morning.

“Denji!” you came running and waving, no umbrella, nothing to cover you except your own hand above your forehead so you could see your path.

Denji waved back but he froze when you got closer and he could see how the white shirt of your uniform was glued to your skin, precisely to your boobs and the way it bounced with your seemly simple pink bra as you jogged in his direction. Did he just die? Are you an angel?

He could hear your voice and something about having your umbrella stolen when you went to a public bathroom, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off your chest, it looked to soft and he wondered what would be like laying down on them.

“…Denji?” you snapped your fingers on his face, “What’s wrong?”

Denji limited himself to just point down at your chest.

“Oh, good thing I’m wearing a bra today” you whispered like a secret and Denji felt steam was about to blow out of his ears like a cartoon, “Let’s go, there’s a convenient store on the other side of the avenue, we just need to cross that bridge. You’re okay with taking some rain, right Denji?” you laced your arm with his and he gasped feeling your plump chest against his arm.

Teasing Denji was very fun, but when you were in the middle of the uncovered bridge drenched to the skin and spotted your superior Kishibe coming from the opposite side you dropped your act.

“Uhm Denji? Maybe we should go back…” you crossed your arms to cover your chest.

Denji got confused at your sudden behaviour change and then he spotted the old man approaching under his umbrella while the two of you looked like abandoned dogs. Denji had more than just hots for you, and that meant he wanted to protect you from embarrassment, so he quickly moved to be in front of you, shielding your body.

“You kids are going to get sick” Kishibe declared looking down at the two of you.

“Her umbrella was stolen” Denji explained and you looked at your superior from above Denji’s shoulder.

“In the metro station toilet” you added.

“What about you, Denji?” Kishibe asked.

“I never had one, I usually just put a jacket on my head” the young boy confessed without any embarrassment scratching his neck.

“Gosh, here” Kishibe pulled his wallet and a thousand yen bill of it handing it to Denji, “Buy yourselves an umbrella and a warm drink” he resumed his path as you thanked him and watched as he disappeared on the corner.

“Hey, wanna buy fried chicken instead?” Denji held the sides of the bill excited, “Oh it’s getting wet” he noticed and put away in his pocket.

You were still at a lost of words for how quick the blond was to read the situation and protect your honour, so you didn’t hesitate in pulling him down by his tie and lock lips.

Denji only realized what was happening when your warm wet lips were already pressing on his cold ones. The rain keep falling around you as you nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Thank you, Denji, you’re really sweet” you whispered with the tips of your noses touching, Denji slowly opened his eyes noticing the droplets sitting on your eyelashes, “Let’s get fried chicken… and a coffee, you could use it” you took his hand holding it in hopes to warm it up a bit.

Maybe he did die and this was what heaven was like.

“We have a problem” Aki said when you answered his call. Twenty minutes later you were in his apartment knocking and asking if everyone was okay since he didn’t give you much information. “He’s your problem now, there’s medicine in the bathroom cabinet” Aki opened the door in his uniform already leaving for work as Power followed him.

“I made soup” she informed.

“That’s boiled egg water, please throw it away” Aki yelled climbing down the stairs.

“Denji?” you called softly finding him in the couch with a heavy blanket and a very red nose.

“I’m dying, help” he mumbled and you leaned to touch his forehead.

“Oh my god, you’re burning” you squatted to be on his eye level, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you walk under the rain with me.”

“It was worth it” he admitted with a nasal voice due to his stuffed nose.

“Come on, let’s remove those blankets before you combust” you started to pull but he held to them whining about feeling cold, “You had the fever meds already?” he nodded, “Then how about that: you lose the blankets and I let you lay down on my chest.” Denji pretended to think, but in reality it took him less than five seconds to kick out his blankets.

“Totally worth it” he murmured having his hair played with on top of the softest pillow ever.

See also: Sexual Tension — Aki 🔞

#denji x reader #csm x reader #denji x you #denji x y/n #chainsaw man x reader #— the cliches ™

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sleepybbie · 11 months

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SNOOZY… zZz | nagi x reader

summary: you decided to visit your boyfriend in order to show him a small present you found when shopping…when upon arrival it started to pour down.

nagi seishiro x fem!reader

a/n: just a random fic i decided to write while i was doing my school work ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ it’s been raining a lot recently here in my country so :3

it wasn’t really planned, you just randomly decided to visit nagi on this particular day after you asked reo if they had practice. it was a saturday, there really wasn’t much going on except the fact you saw a something while going out shopping.

a cactus.

you laughed.

it was something as similar as choki, which is nagi’s cactus that keeps him company at his home.

however, this cactus you saw was a little bit smaller, just a half centimeter short. its pot was wrapped in a pretty pink ribbon along with a tiny fake flower that made it look appealing to the eyes.

so…you bought it.

it didn’t cost much, only around a hundred yen. you bought some snacks, drinks (along with the cactus you decided to buy out of nowhere) and made your way towards nagi’s place. you had an innocent smile on, humming as you walked.

it was…a good day.

you woke up early, did your morning routine, and then decided to go out. not to mention the sun was out and shining, and the air was fresh. there were a lot of children out on parks, too. owners walking their pets, and street performers asking for a few change.

this day was beautiful. you just wished you were with your lazy boyfriend right now.

oh how you wished you never said any of that..

you were close to the street where nagi lives, when all of a sudden, you felt a drop of water fall on top of your head. you looked up and realized…ah crap, it was starting to rain. you didn’t have an umbrella.

“ah, this is bad, this is bad..!” you murmured to yourself, immediately running as quick as you can while avoiding puddles that were forming on the sidewalk. thank goodness you were already close to nagi’s place.

the rain began to pour heavier and heavier, however lady luck was on your side today…and you had finally made it to his front door, a little drenched. you wrung the liquid out from your hair, doing the same to your clothes before letting out a breath of relief that you made it there just in time.

checking your phone, it was 9:21am.

maybe…you came here too early? you were sure nagi was still asleep at this hour. you feel your face heat up from realizing you’re probably missing him too much. were you clingy? you heard from your friends that being too clingy can be annoying sometimes. but you missed him…gah, think straight.

you were already here, what else can you do? besides, it was raining and you don’t have an umbrella with you. it’s now or never.

raising your hand, you pressed on his doorbell, hearing the noise ring from inside his home.

“hello? is anybody home?” you called. you rung the doorbell once more.

twice

third

still no answer. you nervously scratched your cheek with your finger, a small frown on your lips. the rain was still pouring down…you can’t just wait here forever.

the moment you were about to ring for the fourth time, the door opened, causing you to wince in surprise. “yes, who is it…?”

ah, there he is.

his voice was deep. standing tall as ever, messy white hair sticking on his face, still wearing his pajamas and eyes lidded close as he let out a small yawn. there was also a blanket draped over his shoulders…he looked so adorable. when he opened them back, doe eyes staring back at him, he almost froze. you chuckled anxiously, giving him a wave. “morning..” you greeted.

now the male was almost fully awake.

“y/n..? what are you doing here? it’s so early..”

“sei, it’s 9 in the morning..”

“eh…still far too early..and it’s cold.”

“s-sorry for coming here unannounced…i just texted reo and he told me you guys don’t have any practice today…so i decided to pay you a visit…mind if i come in? i bought something for us..also it’s uhh..raining, i don’t have an umbrella with me..” you questioned, a sheepish smile on your lips. nagi was silent for a few seconds, just looking at you and your cute face, until he answered, “..sure, come on in.”

“pardon the intrusion..”

you politely followed nagi inside his home, taking your shoes off before entering his bedroom where your boyfriend hurriedly went back to bed, covering himself in the blanket he brought along with him. you put your stuff on his desk, taking out the items you bought one by one.

“i bought some ingredients i can use to make you some breakfast. how does miso soup sound along with eggs and bacon?” you asked, looking over his figure that was watching you as you did your work.

“digesting’s a pain..but thanks..that will do. ‘m tired of eating the pouches i have on my fridge..”

“that’s because you should try cooking a homemade meal for once, sei. it’s not hard,” you tell him, laughing a bit. he shrugs, “cooking’s such a hassle. besides, eating a meal made by you is better..” he says, you blushed a little from that comment.

the rain poured even more when you started making the rice. you asked permission from nagi if you could turn on his tv to see the weather report, and he just said to go on ahead. as expected, the rain was going to pour for the entire day, and you weren’t sure what time you’ll be heading home.

“just as i thought the weather would be good for an outing..” you said with a sigh before turning the television off to continue cooking. the miso soup tasted great, you knew you could trust yourself when it comes to your cooking skills. as for the eggs and bacon, one of the bacon came out a little burnt, but you did ok. you quickly grabbed two bowls and a plate, and served rice and miso soup on the two before the eggs and bacon on the plate.

there, the perfect breakfast. you had to slap yourself after you almost whispered how you felt like a housewife.

when you made it back to nagi’s room with the tray of food, he was already up, looking out the window while mumbling a few words. possibly talking to his cactus.

oh right..!

the cactus you bought earlier. better if you tell after he ate.

“sei, i made you breakfast..!” you say, happily walking towards him to sit beside on the bed. nagi turned his head to meet his eyes with you, and you swore you saw a small sparkle in his dull grey pupils. “yay..”

“here, eat up.” you gently handed him the tray and watched him deliver his thanks before digging in. he felt like he was hit by an angel when he first tasted the miso soup, how he missed eating it. “it’s been a while since i ate miso…yummy..”

“i’m glad you liked it. i used my mom’s recipe while making that.”

“taste good. the bacon is a little burnt though..”

“ahaha…sorry, i was watching the weather report..”

he swallowed the rice down his throat before looking at you, shaking his head, “nah, is fine. thanks again for making me breakfast..” a simple kiss on the forehead made your heart skip two beats. you looked down, feeling bashful. nagi wasn’t even trying when it comes to making you flustered…he’s not a genius for no reason after all.

once he’s finished with his breakfast, the snowy haired boy groans as he stretched his arms up while you take the tray out from his lap. “that was so good…but i’m full. why do humans eat then get full? such a bother..” he mumbles, scratching his still messy head.

“ah, sei i almost forgot..! wait here..”

“hm?”

nagi watches as you walk out his room only later on to walk back inside, this time both of your arms hiding behind your back and an excited smile plastered over your lips. he rose a brow up…a surprise?

“what’s that?”

giggling, you showed nagi what was behind your back, flashing a small cactus on your palms. nagi blinked twice.

“ta-da! it’s just like choki, right? i saw it earlier while i was out shopping…!” you say, and nagi sat there, blanket over his lap…puzzled.

“oh…cool.”

you pouted, “c’mon is that all you have to say? it’s really pretty..!”

“yeah, sure..”

another sigh escapes your lips. although he acted like that, you still couldn’t help but laugh as you made your way towards his side, sitting down, and placed the cactus next to choki, a huge smile on your lips. it was a lovely sight, while the pouring rain didn’t make any difference.

“so cute, they look like a couple..!”

nagi hums, “mm…yeah.”

“what do you think i should name the one i got?”

“they look the same..just in a pink pot and wrapped in a ribbon..”

“t-there’s a difference..how about i name it guu? guu-chan, right? this time instead of scissors, guu-chan looks like a rock..!” a soft chuckle erupts you lips, laying your head on his shoulder as you did. the rain began to faint down…casting a relaxing yet still cold atmosphere inside his house.

nagi looked over at the two plants that were sitting next to each other, mind empty, the only sound of your laugh and the rain echoing his home. he also sees the reflection on the window of you with him, your head on his shoulder, laughing like an angel next to him.

it was a different scenery to glance at. every morning when he wakes up, all he had was choki and his lonely figure on the reflection. fate came colliding, then he met reo and then he met you..

choki and guu-chan..hmm..

they remind nagi of him and you.

“rock beats scissors though…no fair..”

“would you like to name it something else then, sei?” you paused your laugh when you asked him that.

nagi was back to being silent, not long as his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in.

“eh…no is alright. it was named by you after all..” and then he pulls you down on his bed, letting you take in his warmth.

your hair smelled like lavender, he loves it. it was comfy like this. cuddling with you in the pouring rain, no noises whatsoever. he wished he could stay this way forever. pulling over the blanket to take in you both, your hands grip over his arms that was wrapped around you. “s-sei..! hey, we have to get up now. it’s almost 10am..”

“ehh…it’s too much of a hassle..just stay with me in bed…feels so comfortable..” he mutters over your neck. he hugs you even tighter, feeling the warmth engulf around you both. it was a little dark in his room, only the covered sun as the only source of light entering from his window despite having his curtains a closed shut. he tangles his legs with yours, pulling you even closer when he hears you gasp.

“sei…”

“i’m here..” he whispers.

the rain didn’t seem to stop falling down above the heavens. the clock began to tick from outside his room.

you blushed (thanking that he couldn’t see your face right now since you look like a lovesick idiot, his lovesick idiot), hiding your face on his shoulder, hands now on his chest, hearing his heart beat mixed with yours. for a few moments, you feel nagi pull away, eyes staring into yours. he looks handsome. drop dead handsome.

“y/n..”

“yes..?”

another swarm of tranquil silence.

“promise to always stay with me..?”

pour, pour, pour…

one drop, two drops, a million drops.

your beautiful eyes sometimes make him caught off guard, they’re like an ocean. he doesn’t mind getting lost in them. and you feel the same towards his as well.

with a chuckle, you smiled, caressing both of his cheeks with your hands, “i promise, sei..”

“your hands are cold..”

“ah…sorry.”

“eh, i don’t mind..”

‘i don’t mind.’ those words. coming from the same person who says how everything is such a pain in the ass, the same person who has no motivation whatsoever in life. the same person who you fell in love with.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment, before nagi pulls you in for a sweet long kiss. it was electric. and cozy. just like him. he was a big baby. nagi loves the taste of your lips, it was addicting to kiss. that’s what he thinks when he kissed you for the first time.

when you pulled away, your eyes darted down, cheeks heating up and palm covering half of your face. cute, he thinks. is it perverted if he thinks how he likes when you’re all flustered?

“y/n…look at me.”

you obliged. the view in front of you, shocked you a little.

nagi seishiro…was smiling.

it was a faint smile, however it was a rare sight to see indeed. reo was right. you felt a cupid shooting another arrow through your chest.

“y/n..”

‘i love you. i breathe for you. i will strike everyone down for you even if it’s a bother.’

nagi lets his head fall down on your shoulder, pressing small pecks on your neck, hearing small gasps erupt from your lips. “s-sei..”

“being with you..isn’t a pain..or a bother..or either a hassle.”

that line

you heard it before

reo mentioned it once.

but you didn’t mind not answering back. nagi already knows your answer.

just like his best friend said..

it’s just how nagi seishiro says ‘i love you.’

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #lily’s.blog🌸#bllk x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock nagi

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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty-eight — maybe

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.7k content. swearing, sadness

You fell in love with Suna on a Tuesday morning. And he broke your heart on a Wednesday afternoon.

You woke up in his bed for the first time. Things between the two of you were new… and also not. You’d known him for more than half a year already, having met him in an elective you took the first semester of your freshman year.

Things were going well between the two of you, or at least you thought they were.

You stood up and made your way over to the bathroom where you found him, hair all messy and face all groggy as he brushed his teeth. He looked at you through the mirror and nodded.

“Hey,” he said, rinsing his mouth out. He put his toothbrush in the holder and opened a drawer, rummaging through it for a while before he pulled something out and handed it to you. “Here.”

You stared at it. “What’s that?” you asked even if you obviously knew what it was.

“A toothbrush. Duh.”

You rolled your eyes at him, gingerly taking the package. You tried to ignore the way your heart was beating out of your chest at the gesture (he bought you a fucking toothbrush for crying out loud), but there was only so much you could do. You looked completely stunned.

“W-why?” you managed to get out. Fuck, you sounded so pathetic. What did he expect? He blindsided you, did something entirely unexpected.

“Because,” he fidgeted nervously, turning away from you and back at the bathroom mirror, “I don’t wanna make out with someone with morning breath—you owe me 500 yen for that.”

That helped you find your bearings a little. At least he was being playful about it.

“Rin, this is for five-year-olds,” you pointed out, smiling as you noticed the Winnie the Pooh design on the toothbrush.

“Are you five?” he shot back teasingly.

You nudged his shoulder, opening the package and pulling the toothbrush out. “Out of the way, weirdo,” you said, trying to hide the way your smile was growing on your face as you grabbed the tube of toothpaste and squeezed some out onto the bristles.

Before you could even put the toothbrush in your mouth, Suna gently took your face into his hand, pulling you towards him and kissing you.

Somehow, being in that bathroom, barefoot with your face still puffy from sleep, lips pressed against Suna’s, you felt more at peace than you’d ever been.

And maybe you had fallen in love. Just a little.

You wondered if Suna had too.

Maybe things were changing between the two of you. Becoming realer than they were before. Maybe.

The two of you parted ways as you both went to class and resumed your public existence of not really knowing one another. You took notes, talked to friends, ate terrible food, and went to sleep. You lived your life the you always had—except with the little hope growing in you that Suna would one day be a part of it.

He texted you the next morning, asking if you wanted to go out for coffee. You’d never gone out for coffee before. You'd never gone out together.

Of course you had to say yes.

Kiyoko wondered why you were being so weird about picking your clothes that morning. You only had one class anyway, it wasn’t like you had anything special planned. And you wanted to tell her. You wanted to tell her, but you still didn’t know if you could.

When the afternoon came around, you sprinted out of the library and made your way to the coffee shop that Suna had told you about. It was new, he’d been dying to try it out but he never had the chance to.

Now he did.

Now he had the chance to… with you.

You showed up at four o’clock. Just in time.

Just in time.

Just in time—

to see him kissing a girl from the tennis team, his arm wrapped around her waist, the way he always held you.

You watched as the girl walked away. Watched as Suna kept his eyes on her ass as she swayed, her mini skirt leaving nothing to the imagination. Watched as he sat down, pulled out his phone, texted you to ask where you were.

You walked up to him. Smiling as you felt your heart splinter. Smiling as he waved at you. Smiling as he stood up to kiss you.

You could still taste the girl’s sweet cherry lip gloss on him. He hadn’t even bothered to wipe it off.

And maybe your heart had broken. Just a little.

Maybe things were never going to change.

Maybe this was all the two of you would ever be.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess,” Ayame says, frantically going around her room to put her things away. “The past few days haven’t exactly been the best.”

You chuckle. “I figured,” you tell her, picking up a few wrappers from the ground and placing them in the trash can. You sit down on her bed—you know it’s her bed because it’s the only one that’s unmade—and you pat the spot beside you. “Come sit.”

She shakes her head, collecting the notebooks on her desk. “No, Y/N, it’s really a mess—”

“Sit.”

She glances at you, clearly nervous, and swallows, nodding as she sits down beside you. “W-what is it?” she asks. “Did I do something wrong?”

You frown. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, I don’t know, the whole campus seems to think you’re a slut because of me,” she says. Then she slaps a hand to her mouth. “Oh fuck! I didn’t mean—you’re not a slut! I’m just saying it’s what people have been—wrongfully—saying. Which isn’t true! I know it isn’t! You aren’t. A slut, I mean.”

You watch with an amused expression as she tries to calm herself down. You open the bottle of wine in your hand and hold it out to her. “Here. I think you might need it.”

Ayame’s eyes dart between the bottle and you, the bottle and you, the bottle and—there she goes, taking it and guzzling down as much as she can apparently.

You’re more than glad you stole it from Iwaizumi, even if you know you’re going to pay for it later.

“I really just came to check up on you,” you say when she drops the bottle and holds it out for you. You tip some wine into your mouth and offer her a reassuring smile as you hand the bottle back to her. “How have you been?”

“Oh,” she says, taken aback by your concern. “I’ve—I’ve been okay. I guess.”

You furrow your brows. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are.” You laugh lightly. “Come on. I know people are being horrible.”

Ayame purses her lips and sighs, downing more wine. “Not as horrible as they’re being to you.”

“Yeah. But I’m used to it.”

“But why?”

You shrug. “I stopped caring a while ago.”

“When?”

“A while ago.”

She gives you a look like she doesn’t believe you then grimaces. “Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” She gestures vaguely towards you. “So fucking unbothered. And perfect.”

You snort. “I’m neither of those things.”

“Sure, but you seem like you are.”

You watch as she stares at you, studying you, trying to figure you out. You know because you’ve done that before, countless times, staring at upperclassmen that you admired, celebrities that you thought were cool, even characters in books and movies that could never possibly be real—trying so hard to be like them.

Unbothered. Perfect. The best that anyone could ever have.

The kind of person you’d always wanted to be. But never were.

“Have you spoken to Suna?” you ask, fiddling with the rings on your fingers.

“No,” she tells you. “Have you?”

“No.”

Ayame nods and pulls her legs up on her bed, leaning against her mountain of pillows. “He really loves you, you know.”

“I know,” you say, looking down. “Do you—”

“No,” she says. “I don’t even like him that way. He just… needed someone and I was the only one around.”

You nod. You figured it was something like that. As much as it pained you to see them together, Suna’s confession had tainted the whole image you had of the two of them.

If anyone’s unbothered and perfect, it’s Ayame, not you. You don’t know if you would have been able to do what she’s done for Suna, been as detached and supportive as she’s been. You probably wouldn’t have even tried.

But you know it’s bound to fuck with her somehow, underneath her cool exterior. All this mess that’s suddenly fallen on her head. It can’t be doing her any good.

That’s why you’re here, offering what little you can.

“What are you going to do?” Ayame asks, frowning. “I wouldn't know what to do if I were you.”

You sigh. “I don’t know either,” you tell her.

The past few days have been bad. As much as you would like to just hole up in Iwaizumi’s apartment, you have classes to go to and training to attend. You don’t have the luxury of time and space—everything is just coming at you in waves.

You wanted to talk to Atsumu, but after you heard about the fight, you didn’t know if that was such a good idea. He was mad, and as mad as you were too, you knew he had his reasons. He wasn’t wrong in believing that Suna’s confession would change something. Maybe if he hadn’t asked Suna to hide it, you wouldn’t have left right then and there, but maybe you would have left eventually.

Maybe.

You won’t ever get the chance to know what you would’ve done. The fact is that the two of you aren’t talking right now, because of Suna or because of Atsumu, you’ll never know for sure. And maybe you deserve that.

“I’m not here to talk about me,” you say eventually, turning to Ayame.

She raises a brow. “Well, you definitely don’t wanna talk about me.”

“Yeah, I do,” you say earnestly. Ignoring the bewildered look on her face, you reach over and place your hand on top of hers. “So, how have you been?”

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fic

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i called saiteru 'unconventional' but that doesn't even begin to describe them. like. saiki is ace (textual evidence: guy literally made it impossible for marilyn monroes to happen) or at least on that spectrum. teruhashi? as the prettiest girl?? who can charm anyone out of their knickers (pardon my language) if she wanted to??? the act would lose all meaning. no way physical intimacy is her love language.

teruhashi's love language is "does he see me for who i truly am" coded but subverted in an empowered "i know exactly who i am and i've proved it effortlessly thus far but saiki is the greatest challenge i've ever encountered and he might actually be trumping my worldviews". it's the 'i want a guy whose net worth is five million yen' BUT 'i like saiki' and that's more important than everything else. i don't think he ever actually changes her mind about things. but he DOES become one of her most important people, and that implies a compromise. a change in the approach, not necessarily in the attitude.

you see this with saiki as well. he never really shakes off the 'romance is a no go' attitude, but his approach to teruhashi definitely DOES change. it's still 'trying to get involved with me is a waste of time', which never really changes, except that now 'i can't give her to any of you' becomes the priority, the way he deals with her.

saiteru is unconventional in that the characters themselves never, at their core, really change; it's not an "i can fix them/heal them/change them" story, it's a "there's someone just as important to me, if not more important to me, than what i think/say/do."

it's the way they push each other's comfort zones, break/exceed each other's expectations, and in the process not only solidify who they they are, but also crack the valuation of these identities just enough for development to happen. saiteru is the process, not the ending. i daresay all the best relationships are.

#saiteru #unpexpected analysis at 1am #saiki k #saiki no psi nan #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo #teruhashi kokomi #analysis.vtf

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skelliko · 2 months

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Hiiii I really like the one you wrote where y/n's identity is found out, so I was wondering if you could do the same prompt- but this time she's a valhalla member instead. Maybe there was an accident that happened in the valhalla hq (a slot machine falling over her??) Which caused her to pass out,, and the rest is up to you! If you want to write this ofc

a/n: thank you for liking the first one, I hope this one is okay :) I quite enjoyed writing it

★- Kazutora hanemiya

๑- context: y/n is a member of walhalla but she hides her identity as a girl to be seen as a boy - until she is then discovered

having to hide who you really are just to try and fit is basically the norm anywhere, however if you're in valhalla's territory and wearing their jacket then it's a different story. no other females in sight, some scary looking guys walking about like they know that they belong there, a few chatty people and so many more.

being the only girl in the territory can only be done with certain skill and being able to maintain your emotions since there a whole lot going on. gender doesn't really matter but a gang full of guys only, that some have criminal history isn't exactly the most pleasant place to be at, some may say atleast.

though y/n has always been a look out for certain excitement, some small some large it doesn't matter if it means to feel free and be able to express herself and be able to leave behind certain thoughts or situations even if it's for a short moment. though that freedom isn't exactly the most freeing in the situation because an exchange had to happen, in order for her to have that excitement she has to hide her true identity and needs to hide herself from being a girl to instead be seen as a boy.

wearing a mask over her mouth and nose, styling her hair in a specific way, not being all that verbal to avoid attention and going by a fake name. ever since then it's been working perfectly that a slight ego has grown... well that was until a certain incident happened.

2 idiots were trying to break open a slot machine thinking that there would be a ton of money on the Inside to take for themselves, they had a small crow bar and kept trying to open the compartment where the money is supposedly kept. however there was another guy next to them that kept talking about how dumb that idea is because they're not doing it right and instead their making too much noise, "even if you dipshits manage to open it i bet youll only find about 3 yen"

y/n was aware of what the guys were doing, smacking the machine out of anger for it not opening up making the whole thing to wobble by how unstable it is being propped up on a small brick so that its more elevated, they really are idiots. choosing not to get involved in it she walked past the scene to head out however the pathway she chose was right behind the dusted, old machine.

there was no other choice than to walk near it because there were people sat on the side furthest from it and being too lazy to turn around and take a different path, plus it was only going to be for a second or two so nothing bad could have happened in that time. right?

no not right. because once she took a step forward to walk behind and past the machine the whole thing suddenly tumbled backwards and came down on top of y/n, she couldn't register the moment fully before passing out due to the heavy box falling down leading to dramatically being squished against the hard floor and hitting the side of her head against it.

the loud crash echoed throughout the whole building causing everyone inside to scan their eyes around just to see y/n on the floor with a big slot machine over her. except they go by her fake name = f/n.

on the sidelines, kazutora saw the whole thing play out, he watched the two guys try to pry open the machine out of boredom knowing that Hanna and kisaki had probably already done that when they discovered the hideout, or someone else has before this whole place decided to shut down.

he only blinked when the machine came down on top of f/n but instead of getting up and getting himself involved he chose to let the others around there to deal with it themselves. he has a perfectly good view from where he is to watch them struggle to get the machine off, it was quite entertaining watching them panic.

though when he looked away briefly and looked back at the scene it was hard to ignore that there has grown to be quite a crowd. it's only a slot machine that fell making one person to fall weak and go to sleep, so what's the big fuss?

curiosity has gotten to him and deciding to get up from his comfortable position he went right over there to see why no one is moving and why half the building is whispering. though once he did he noticed that someone had taken f/n's mask off.

now the whispers of 'that's some feminine looking guy' make sense. lips glossed as if he's put lipgloss on and being aware of his whole features now makes everything to have more sense. from the way he acts in certain situations as if he's never been in a crowd full of guys before and the body features too.

that. right there. is a girl.

kazutora's immediate thought was 'what the fuck' but after a few more seconds he's realised that he needs to get her out of here before anyone else catches on. sure there's a lot of idiots here but there's also idiots that can differentiate between a girl and a boy, mainly by thinking with their dicks.

he scans around the closest person next to her to find who has the black mask and upon finding it he snatched it into his hand as if it belonged to him. he would have ordered someone to put the mask back on but realising what the situation is he doesn't trust anyone here to even briefly brush their hand again her face.

he clicked his tongue before speaking up and complaining about how no one knows how to do anything and how he has to take it into his own hands. almost like a mother who complains that no one helps around the house but then declines the help but still gets mad. though in this case he was doing it on purpose.

kazutora had her left arm wrapped over his shoulder but to still try and maintain his status he had to try and not show much remorse for her. if she were a guy he would have kicked him awake or simply left him there but this is clearly much different.

he eventually had dragged her in an empty area away from everyone but still in the premise of the valhalla hideout, if someone ends up stumbling upon the two of them he would immediately get them sent away. plus it's not like kazutora has much of a choice other than to stay with her until she wakes up, even tho technically he does have a choice but leaving a girl around an area such as this is just straight up disrespectful... even though she had hid herself to be here in the first place.

it just doesn't make sense to kazutora, he keeps thinking through on different what if's of this and that while also thinking on protecting her but then also getting out of that though because he also realises that she's been here for a long while being able to blend in and be perfectly fine while also contributing in the gang.

he had sat her down carefully on the floor with her back against the wall but while doing so she kept sliding sideways or leaning hunched over and despite kazutora trying so hard not to care as much he chose to just lay her down on her side because seeing her sat up like that looked straight up uncomfortable despite her being dead asleep.

like that kazutora couldn't help but stare at her. her hair that had been tied up a little had gone loose making some loose strands to fall over her face, he kept looking away from her and staring off at a wall but his eyes kept falling down to her no matter how hard he tried not to.

he grew impatient not being able to stand the continuous minutes of silence and was about to nudge her but then he saw her hand twitch a little, she's bound to wake up pretty soon and that soon was now.

y/n briefly opened her eyes half way but closed them as if she wanted to go back to sleep before jolting up like she remembered where she was and that sleeping was probably not the best thing to do currently. sitting up, the first thing she noticed was the new room that she hasn't seen or been in before but the walls and floor are close to be the same as the main room of the valhalla hideout.

but that observation got cut down short because the next thing she noticed was the number three leaning against the wall with his eyes right on top of her. a shiver ran down her spine and goosebumps ran across her arms underneath the jacket. not sure if it was from the cold building or being alone with him. it's not like he's a major, cold celebrity in Valhalla along side with kisaki and Hanna but kazutora has broken bones of his best men before so being alone with him grew some anxious feelings.

though that coldness that ran around her made her realise that something was missing, her cheeks felt bare and her breathing felt smooth and open. the mask is off.

"what happened?" panic rushed through her as she shuffled and slid her body away from kazutora while also placing her fingertips to her jaw to make sure that it was gone and sure enough it was.

discomfort grew for her head as hair became loose from the hair tie and bobby pins but she was too stuck in thought to remove them or fix it, it probably got loose when the slot machine fell.

"oh good, princes is awake" he sarcastically spoke, the name has no intentions other than to cause annoyance "a slot machine fell on you and you passed out" he simply answered after

"no don't call me that" she shook her head and grimaced a little hearing him call her that. brief memories of the incident had played out in her mind "I mean after, why am i here? what happened after?"

"well... I took you here, you were passed out for a few minutes and by now most know you're a girl"

silence filled the space around them, y/n looked away from him and ran her hand through her hair while also managing to catch one boby pin while In a trace of thought.

what is she supposed to do now? everyone probably knows that she doesn't belong here now and if she does still somehow manage to stay it wouldn't be the best option anyway, a singular girl in the middle of 300 guys can't guarantee to be safe. especially when there's a mix of Tokyo manji' haters and enemies. there's a different between being unnoticed and noticed whilst in the same area.

"can I have the mask back?" out of everything she could have said/ asked

"what good is the mask gonna do when your little persona is out?" he couldn't stop staring at her, still trying to figure her out and more or less on what her reason is for hiding away.

"you think I'm walking out of here without it?"

"didn't take you to be a leaver, does your identity matter that much?" he was slowly trying to get her warm up, or if not warm up maybe twist her emotions to forcefully open up. he's seen her performances before and at that point she was like everyone else, being revealed that she's a girl doesn't immediately make her to be the top, it just means she was able to keep up.

"do I have an option?"

"do you want options?"

y/n didn't expect that answer, it could mean she may be able to stay but kazutora may just be bluffing, he's still a tough person to read sometimes.

"let me quickly ask you this though, the hell are you doing in a gang? and why Valhalla out of all of them?" he crouched down comfortably on the floor to be at eye level with y/n but still leaving a gap between them.

"would my answer matter?"

"I wouldn't be asking if it didn't matter, I could take you out of this room and showcase you to everyone and they make the decisions..." that itself left an unsettling feeling for her "...or its just me and you here talking it out peacefully" doesn't seem all that peaceful from the way hes talking.

'just cause she's a girl doesn't mean I have to be soft on her. and I know she's not all that sensitive due to her being here in the first place' -kazu

with a few seconds of thinking and a given up sigh she finally spoke up about her reasoning. "just needed some distractions, something fun to do that gives off adrenaline"

it's not the full story, and Kazutora knows that much but it's still enough.

"there's plenty of people like that" people that join gangs just to find some sort of purpose or excitement. Hanma being one of them, he remembers him having a conversation about that.

"but for you why Valhalla? I'm no exception out of everyone here so I can't talk much but this gang is full of guys that won't hesitate to do anything without feeling sorry" he's self aware at least.

"cause anywhere else felt dull, half of the gangs now merely have a purpose other than to 'be better than the others' I want something more than that not just some half assed group"

"you're quite an interesting girl" one that does what she wants and is smart about how she does it, he'll give her that but not say it.

a decision is to be decided, either she stays or she goes. but her staying will leave certain marks that can't be erased such as everyone seeing what's under the mask, whispers are probably already exhilarating of her being a girl and that will cause some trouble, for herself. but being the first girl into Valhalla could also cause some brief changes, such as an ego for y/n but also maybe some disagreement for the others which will take time to get them to warm up. which one?

-- on the side lines/ bonus --

kazutora walking past choji but stops and stares at him for a brief moment, "your not wearing a mask because your secretly girl right?" after he asked that it just hit him how stupid that sounded without any context.

"what?" choji's eyes squinted a little and his eyebrows furrowed out of confusion by what kazu may be indicating

"never mind shut up, I didn't ask you anything"

♡----

#tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers kazutora #tokyo revengers x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader

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Trigun Maximum Chugai Grace Cafe Collaboration - I Translated the Website :3

Hi I saw someone on twt wanting this to be translated and that's literally all it takes to get me moving anymore so!

Anyways I translated all the food and drinks, I found the references they chose really cute except for the evil one lmao and I also included the unbelievably small print drink ingredients if you wanna try mixing them yourself!! 🫶

Also also, if you know how to use a proxy, there is actually some stuff here that overseas fans can get our hands on!! Under the cut to keep the dash clean!! Hope it helps!!!!!

Edit my dumbass forgot the original announcement link sjshsk IT’S HERE!!!

So, the menu

Going from left to right we've got

"Battle Sausage Spaghetti"

"As Many Salmon Sandwiches You Want"

"Love&Peace Donuts"

"Banana Sundae"

and on the bottom row

"The Perfect Meal Plate: Vash's Handmade Fried Rice and Salad" ((´༎ຶོω༎ຶོ`) o k )

"Particularly Wonderful Udon"

"Mille-feuille with Ceylon Tea" (i believe the first part specifies gateau mille-feuille but I went to episode one and checked the subs for what they had her say officially and they left the gateau off so I did too)

"Latte with a random character art"

Character Drinks!!!

The Bride Soda, which comes with a double-sided postcard of the sworn friends (very common nickname for Vash and Wolfwood in JP fandom and ig official uses it too)

So the soda is their proprietary thing, it doesn't say what flavor it is or if it has one, but the shotglasses come with a little bit of smoked oak syrup and black ceylon tea and you're meant to fill the rest of the glass with soda and drink it that way. And then the rest of the text is just information and disclaimers for customers that plan on taking the bottle home (I guess it breaks really easily that’s So. lmao).

Vash's Drink <3

strawberry syrup

carbonated water and lemon juice

yellow candied cherries (drained cherries) and ice

Wolfwood's Drink

crushed coffee jelly and cafe ice (ice made and flavored with concentrated coffee and fruit juice)

brewed iced coffee and gum syrup

blue curaçao syrup and carbonated water

experimental ampules filled with blue soda

the cigarette is full of light brown sugar you're meant to mix in before drinking

Knives's Drink

apple juice and round sliced apples

mint and ice (it looks like mint leaves but full disclosure they have blurred that kanji to all hell I have no idea)

Legato's Drink

blue curaçao syrup

grapefruit juice

carbonated water and a mint cherry

a lemon and ice

Collab Merch

(Overseas pay attention here!!!!!! ChugaiOnline is opening these to online orders so we can get them with a proxy, I'll leave their link at the end of this section!!!!!!)

I've also listed all the prices in yen here so you can convert them to your currency, and all of these are the prices including the listed Japanese sales tax. If you want to see the price without it, it’s just the other number on the image!

So they've got

Two way acrylic figure stands (the main stand comes with a ball chain, you can reference these on Amiami for what this kind of product looks like I'm prettyyyyy sure like they're called different but it looks like they go together the same way). Anyways this is a set of 6 and 1650 yen each, it looks like you get to choose which one you want but they don't have a deal listed for getting all of them.

Next to it are the buttons (also called can badges idk which one is more common over here), set of 12 (6 are regular and 6 are glittery variety). They are 550 yen per button AT RANDOM, THEY WILL GIVE YOU A RANDOM ONE, or a box with one of each all 12 for 6600 yen.

Below that is the polaroid collection, it's also a 12 piece set and you can get A RANDOM ONE, THEY DO NOT LET YOU PICK for 330 yen each or a box with all of them for 3960 yen.

The same exact deal with the plastic (like a vinyl material) postcards underneath, they're double-sided and come one for 660 yen each at random or the whole set for 7920 yen.

The calendar is for 2025 and is 1980 yen probably obvious but y'know

I would be so shocked if a proxy actually let you ship the Kuroneko sama cookie discs lmao but hey wtf they're 1080 yen.

The Bride soda is listed here because this is the same merch that will be sold in the shop but they specify elsewhere that it's not available for online order even in Japan you have to go to the cafe ;-;

Also this is just personal experience but a lot of proxies will not let you get like blind or random stuff like the buttons they don't let you pick which one, some of them will only let you get it if you're getting the whole box.

Annnnnnd online order special gifts!!

For every 3000 yen spent in merch (including tax) you will get a random postcard from this set!! There are 15 to collect, they are NOT divided into halves of the event, you can get any of them at any time or all at once!! However, you can't combine orders made at different times/by different people to get more and if they run out that's it. Altho fwiw I have never seen an event run out of these lol

The online order period will be from Friday, May 24th at 11 am to Sunday, June 16th at 11:59 pm (both JST) and items will begin to arrive (within Japan, proxies will have to handle our own shipping ofc) from August 2024 on a first ordered first shipped basis.

CHUGAIONLINE STORE (JAPAN)

Ok, this last bit is relevant to the in-person cafe experience so it's just for if you're curious about other cool things going on or you have a hobby of watching JP mercari like a hawk and wanna know what to expect!

Guests who reserve places at the cafe online will get copies of some of Nightow sensei's most prized sketch pages, they'll get 3 random ones! Like with the special gift postcards, there are a limited amount and this event will end when they're all gone.

And these are the coasters, guests will get one with every item they order off the food or drink menu at random (while supplies last)! The variety you can get is split between the former and latter halves of the event so there's something new to come back for even if you've already been once! (The first 12 days is on top and the last 12 days is on bottom)

They're also doing a wallscroll campaign!

They'll have these decorating the venue, and when the event is over a raffle will be held where the winners get to pick out a scroll of their choice!

OK I THINK THAT'S EVERYTHING RELEVANT HAPPY TRIGUN MANGA CAFE EVENT!!!!!

#trigun #trigun maximum #english translation #chugai has honestly been so fucking good to us yknow theyre the ones responsible for the mochi plushies and nendroids too??#yeah i genuinely hope you guys use this as a guide to make them make a billion dollars this is now a mutually beneficial trigun relationshi #i hope that person on twitter finds this anyways sdflkj #leaving in the tags but yall know this is a very small blog so. its not in my requests but if any of you ever need help finding something o #or help with a proxy genuinely just hmu i gotchu #ok goodnight

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[4:52 PM] — ୨୧

tags. isagi x gn!reader, 596 words, fluff, established relationship, writing this made me feel bad for all the plants i’ve accidentally drowned, not proofread :’(

the chinese evergreen that’s present in the periphery of his vision seemed to be shooting isagi a look that meant it was in desperate need for someone to hydrate it.

everyone knows that plants can’t shoot anyone looks, but with a single glance at the yellowed leaves that were supposed to be viridescent, and its posture that resembled a very weary-looking person, isagi assumed that you have not been watering the plant you promised to care for.

even in the beginning, isagi knew that you had little to no capability of caring for plants, yet you were insistent on purchasing the chinese evergreen because you believed it was a fitting adornment for the entrance of the house. you even promised isagi that you would do everything in your ability to keep it flourishing if you bought it.

except, it’s been two months since you and isagi moved into this house as newlyweds, and you’ve already broken your promise. now, it was isagi who knelt against the floorboards, hydrating the plant with the watering can that had collected a month's worth of dust. he’s hoping that it’ll survive, because hell, this seemingly trivial house plant costed isagi almost six thousand yen.

“[name]? have you been checking on the plant?” he asks, tone gentle yet interrogating. as he’s gingerly pouring water over the loose soil, the sounds of your footsteps coming from your study were growing louder.

“what?”

a sigh leaves isagi’s lips as he tilts the spout away from the soil. “have you been checking on the plant? it looks kinda dead lately.”

seconds later, you’re kneeling on the ground besides your husband as your eyes settled on the house plant that has at last, caught your attention after four weeks of plain negligence. upon seeing how the tips of the leaves have lost its vibrant hues of green, your lips parted, followed by a grimacing smile.

“honey, if you want me to be honest... then no. i haven’t been checking on the plant,” you confessed, clearly disappointed at yourself.

it’s no surprise to isagi that you admitted your ignorance towards the chinese evergreen because there was no possible way that the plant could have died two months after purchase.

“you promised that you'd take care of it really well.”

with your head hung low to display your remorse, you and isagi's sighs synchronised. “i know.”

“it looks so sad.” as isagi's palm supports a leaf to stand, you’re beginning to realise the consequences of your mistake. “with the leaves drooping, it looks like it’s crying.”

“stop giving it human emotions.”

“i'm not!”

“then stop making me feel bad for the plant.”

averting his gaze at the plant to you, isagi pulls his hand away from the leaf. “you should though. you promised to take good care of it—i mean, you did, for about a week, and then you forgot about it.”

“i didn’t mean to...”

“i know you didn’t,” isagi says, fingertips gliding over your earlobe as he tucks your hair back. “but you had responsibility over it, because you were the one who urged me to buy it.”

another sigh escapes from your lips. “maybe we should just buy fake plants next time.”

“maybe. but that doesn't mean that we can’t buy another real plant. we just gotta make sure that we take better care of it, so it doesn’t die.”

there’s a frown etched onto your face as you bowed your head at the plant. “sorry... jiro.”

“jiro?”

“i don’t know. doesn’t the plant look like a ‘jiro’ though?”

“a bit.”

#૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა — ୨୧ by saki #blue lock #bllk #blue lock isagi #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi imagines #isagi fluff #isagi yoichi fluff #yoichi isagi x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines

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Onto 0-3!

The first thing I wonder when I start reading this chapter is… why does Saiki repeat himself every chapter? Just to drill it in? I guess this was a serialized manga.

And he includes the same nose joke again… except it isn’t as funny as the original. (“If that applies to you, then please just forget about this conversation” had me in hysterics the first time I read it.)

Unrelated to anything in particular, I like the large screen tone used on Saiki’s eyes in vol 0. It’s visually interesting. I think Asou sensei could have kept using this to indicate when Saiki was using his powers.

Here we go! Actually important details to the saikiverse (if you will.) One second of staring at a target is enough to get a glance, but three seconds of staring removes clothing and five seconds removes muscles as well as skin (maybe four seconds removes just skin, revealing muscle.)

No guarantee of how true this is, but I like to think it’s more or less accurate, thinking forward to the Kusuo’s birthday challenge chapter, where he has to spend a lot of time staring at an object so that he can see through it.

I had forgotten that Chuono makes his first appearance in this chapter. Yay! Chuono san is so cute.

“At moments like these, what sort of face should I be making?” is another iconic Saiki quote. This gag still manages to be pretty funny in its rough form, imo. *Now* what sort of face does one make?? The kind of face Chuono is making, perhaps. I just love the idea of Saiki meeting an illusionist in the first place. The fake “magician” versus the real psychic who can alter the laws of reality. It’s one of the genius bits in Saiki k.

I also love the intentional misunderstanding that Saiki is an illusionist. It leads to so many funny situations down the line. Why does this random middle aged man call Saiki “master”? Who knows. In this case, Saiki’s habit of letting people make assumptions really came back to bite him in the ass. (Well, that and trying to out-magic and discourage him.)

Another detail I like: Saiki missing social cues (in this case, the dip in the conversation where an average stranger would be like, ok, see you, good luck. That’s not very neurotypical of him…

I really do find this weird stunt hilarious. Saiki’s logic is so off because he inevitably ends up dealing with weirdos expecting normal behavior. C’mon Saiki.

Also, Saiki says here that he can teleport (called apport in the comic proper I believe) not just things, but people into a specific place… crazy

Saiki doesn’t understand the (reasoning behind the) eyelash/long hair simile? Continuing to build my ND Saiki case material…

Also enjoying this little panel of Ike-san holding the 500 yen coin, which Saiki definitely gave him.

Well, I think that does it for volume 0 Chapter 3….

see you all soon. 💫

#read-saiki #read-saiki 0-3 #this is a scheduled post!#Also: my replies feature doesn’t work!#fyi #i cant reply. it’s very annoying #so if you wanna add on and you want me to reply feel free to reblog #👍🏼✨

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Small Yuno Rant

CW: Abortion, mentions of sexual activity, mentions of suicide

Why Yuno Kashiki is NOT just “a girlboss”, as she has been mischaracterized by the Milgram fandom for who knows how long.

Oh boy.

I think most of you are already aware of the treatment Yuno gets by the fandom.

“Yeah girl, you abort that baby!”

“She did nothing wrong, she’s a girlboss!”

“She doesn’t regret anything!”

Well, to that, I say:

Do you know ANYTHING about Yuno, really?

These are all highly watered-down statements that prove that people see Yuno merely as some sort of feminine icon who did what was right for her body. And, that is right to an extent. I am pro-choice. But I don’t think they realize how unhealthy Yuno’s cravings were, how messed up her mindset is, and just how jaded she is.

I will debunk these statements one by one, so without further ado, let’s go.

Abortion in Japan, and Yuno’s Family

I’ve done my research on this, and I can easily say that getting a proper abortion in Japan is absolute hell. Taken from this article, an excerpt reads:

In Japan, abortion is essentially a crime except for certain indications. These indications have to do with mental illness, hereditary disease, leprosy, threat to the health of the mother, and pregnancy resulting from rape or threat. These indications entered into force under the eugenic protection law of 1948. On January 1, 1991, a new regulation became effective that shortened the duration of pregnancy termination from 23 weeks of gestation to 21 weeks in view of the advancement of medicine that made it possible for prematurely born children to survive outside the uterus.

Despite the limited availability for abortion, it is definitely seen as a crime by Japanese people. It is known that women are supposed to be held responsible for the death of the baby, not the doctors or pills that may be taken.

And even then, the chance of a proper abortion is slim. For example, birth control pills. The pill is not covered by Japanese Health Insurance, and the cost is approximately 3,000 yen per month. That is about $20 USD. Yuno is not struggling for money, either, as revealed by her T2 VD:

“I'm not pitiable. My family gets along super well. And I'm not particularly struggling for money. I decided, of my own free will, to do it because I felt that it was necessary for me.”

This adds evidence to my theory that Yuno did not want to be publicly shamed for having an abortion at such a young age, and as such, went to more extreme, private methods to rid of the baby; the latter of which I will get to later.

As I previously mentioned, abortion is looked down on in Japan. A few reasons for this include cultural influences, societal expectations, and historical factors, which contribute to a certain level of stigma. Traditional values emphasizing family continuity and societal norms may influence perceptions.

In a previous theory I had, I stated that Yuno had a highly religious family, and her own morals went against theirs. However, she loved her family, so she tried to seek a “cure” to her depression through sex. Many interrogation questions can add to this theory:

Question 4: Do you believe that god exists?

Answer: Obviously not.

(Note: The original TL had just said “no”, but Yuno has でしょ at the end of her sentence, and this can be used to emphasize a phrase or question, to my knowledge. As such, I changed it to be more fitting!)

Question 9: What do you think of your family?

Answer: I love them.

Perhaps she did everything behind their backs not only due to possible religious/traditional views, but because she wouldn’t want to be seen as someone who is “bad” for chasing after her ideals. On a slightly seperate note, this theme is fairly prominent in Umbilical:

Am I a bad girl? Please don’t answer What do you want to do? Please tell me

There are like more examples from the second trial interrogation, so if there are any let me know!

What Yuno Did + Her Regret

I think everyone has a general consensus as to what Yuno’s “murder” is. She participated in compensated dating, got pregnant at some point, and had an abortion, most likely by jumping off a set of stairs to kill the baby and herself.

This can be inferred by her Undercover shot, where she is standing at the end of her apartment balcony, seemingly holding her stomach from behind:

And not just this photo, but this brief shot from Umbilical:

(Fun little detail, but the whole aesthetic part of her MV is designed to be pink like a uterus and the balloons/white specs flying around may be sperm? Which implies she was “drowning” in warmth. Interesting.)

But wait, why would Yuno take herself as well as the baby? I like to think of it this way.

During her compensated dating, she met a man that she liked. One man who saw her for her, and not a complete facade. These dates, where she seems more like herself, are with said man—

The school uniform Yuno, as well as yellow Yuno.

It’s known that Yuno does look less happy in her other two personas by the second bridge, so I think she was more comfortable playing a lively character with this client because it felt more close to how Yuno wanted to represent herself.

So, progressing to Tear Drop, this man wears a gray coat. I saw a theory that I agree with once but forgot the source of it, so I’ll simply state it. I think that the Yuno in lingerie is representative of herself, and the Yuno in her uniform is the client. They keep and having sex and loving each other, but Yuno is betrayed when she finds out the man was using her for money and left her due to the pregnancy and then her life comes crashing down after. I’m kinda shortening this because this was supposed to be short but ended up long instead.

Does Yuno regret what she did? Yes, to an extent.

And anyone who doesn’t read into her character should really reconsider it!

#box talks #milgram #milgram theory #milgram project #yuno kashiki

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