#oh well who am i kidding aha

[killuaisaprincess]

KI IS TINY KI IS TINY

#personal #What’s that? Fandom doesn’t think so LOLL #LIKE I GIVE A FUCK FANDOM WHO I GOT EM ALL BLOCKED #GENETICS AHA LOLL ON FICTIONAL CHARS OH SHIT LEMME GO DO A DNA TEST ON THIS NOT REAL CHAR REAL FAST #BUT FINE GENETICS WELL THEN WHAT ABOUT ALL THE FUCKING TORTURE KI WENT THROUGH #People can also say needle man had it the worse all they want but Ki is the heir this kid was put through so much 🥲 I refuse to believe his #his growth would be stunted so much if we’re gonna use real world logic #Experiences? MY OWN #ADERALL AHAHA they tried that on me as a teen like around Ki’s age and I did not each as much as I should #Naturally I have a high metabolism but even thennn I was even more a stick than I usually am and I def could’ve grown more than I did #SO YEAH NOT EATING ENOUGH FOOD WHEN YOU ARE AT A CRITCAL POINT OF YOUR GROWING #CUTE LITTLE MUNCHKIN KI ONLY IN THIS HOUSE 😤😤😤😤😤

[loveinhawkins]

Barely ten minutes into the hike from Skull Rock to Lover’s Lake, Dustin heaves a sigh like he’s the most long suffering person in the world to ever exist. Steve rolls his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what?”

“I’m bored.”

“God, you’re such a whiner. No, you—you’re like a little kid on a road trip, like, are we there yet?”

Behind them, Max and Lucas snort in almost perfect unison.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees Eddie’s lips twitch into the faint semblance of a smile. It’s very quick, blink and you miss it, before he turns sombre again, looking down at the forest floor. Steve can’t blame the guy; he can’t imagine that he has all that much to smile about.

“I just meant,” Dustin says, “that we could use some entertainment.” He jerks his head meaningfully at Eddie—who thankfully still has his head down so he can’t witness this tremendous lack of subtlety—and mouths, You know, a distraction.

“And I’m the entertainment guy,” Steve says flatly.

“Well, we’ve gotta keep you around for some reason,” Lucas pipes up.

Steve turns around, walks backwards so he can point warningly at him. “Thin ice, Sinclair.”

But it’s all for show, and he keeps walking backwards, pretends to trip on a tree root and narrowly avoid a pratfall. Max actually giggles at that, which is a victory in and of itself, but Eddie’s looking down at his feet.

Hmm.

“If I wanted slapstick, I would’ve called Charlie Chaplin,” Dustin says.

“He’s dead,” Max points out.

Dustin quickly draws a hand over his neck, Cut it out. Which—yeah, that’s fair. Don’t want the conversation straying into stuff that’s too close to… everything.

“So you want education instead?” Steve says. “I think I can remember how to identify, like, some trees and shit from—”

“Forget Lover’s Lake,” Dustin says, “I’m walking you straight into a retirement home.”

Steve opens his mouth, ready to play up his outrage, and then he hears a very soft chuckle from the side. Eddie.

Steve catches Dustin’s eye, winks briefly in reassurance. Nice work.

“Oh, sorry, is that not entertaining enough for you?” Steve turns so he’s front facing again, kicking a few stray twigs as he thinks. “Uh… ooh, did I tell you about the affair? At work?”

“Someone’s having an affair at Family Video?” Lucas says, sounding disgusted.

Max cackles. “The scandal! At a family establishment, no less.”

Dustin points at her. “See, this is why you should play D&D!” he says, annoyingly sing-song. “You’ve got a flair for words.”

“How about I stick my flair right up your—”

“Uh, okay,” Eddie interrupts suddenly. “I need details.”

Aha, Steve thinks, smug. Got you.

“Fire away, Munson.”

“Did someone, like, confess to you while you were ringing them up?”

Steve scoffs. “No, it was—” He cups his mouth, calls, “Hey, Rob?”

Up ahead, Robin and Nancy turn.

“What?”

“The affair shift.”

“Oh!” Robin whacks Nancy on the arm in her enthusiasm. “This is such a good one. Okay, so am I gonna be her or—?”

“No!” Steve says. “You’ve gotta be me, you can’t do her voice right.”

“Ugh, fine, fine. Wait, I need to get into character.”

Robin makes a show of ruffling her hair, and Steve doesn’t even roll his eyes, can only grin as he hears Eddie cough a much stronger laugh into his elbow.

“Nance, count us in,” Robin says.

Nancy looks a mixture of surprised and amused. It only takes a moment of hesitance before she mimes holding a slate, mouths counting down. “Action!”

And they’re off.

It’s probably so stupid, Steve thinks, to be this loud right now, but he can’t bring himself to care—not when he can hear raucous laughter from all directions: Robin captures his flustered, wide-eyed look, while he dramatically re-enacts a woman storming into the store, demanding to see her husband’s account.

And he thinks Eddie actually laughs the loudest when he gets to the reveal: that said account was full of romantic movies the married couple had never seen together.

“Not one,” Steve echoes—and not to brag, but with this delivery? Juilliard, eat your heart out. “Not. One!”

The kids dissolve into more giggles; Robin fights to stay in character as Nancy jokingly calls, “And, scene!”

And Eddie throws back his head, and laughs and laughs.

Happiness is a good look on him, Steve thinks.

They all quieten eventually, but a lightness in mood still remains, as the kids huddle off together—“Hey, shitheads, not too far!” Steve says, far from the first time—and Eddie sidles up, fleetingly knocks their shoulders together.

“Steve Harrington. Who would’ve thought it, huh?”

“Thought what?”

Steve glances over at him, suddenly struck by the fact that the sun will go down soon; and he doesn’t really need to know what Mordor is to know that he’d rather not get there. That he’d rather freeze time, so they could all just walk in the woods forever.

Eddie shrugs. “You’re a good storyteller.” His eyes are soft, like that isn’t all that he’s saying. Like he’s saying Thank you.

Steve shrugs back. “I’m a man of many talents,” he says.

Eddie chuckles, and this time his smile doesn’t fade away.

Steve allows himself a moment or two to admire the scenery, and if that means looking less at the way the sun still shines through the gaps in the branches, and more the way that it illuminates Eddie’s lingering smile, well…

Well, so what?

Right now, we’re happy, Steve finds himself thinking.

They can stay in the Shire for a little while longer.

#oh missing scenes how i love you ❤️ #steddie #steddie ficlet #pre steddie #steve and the party #steve and dustin #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #let steve be silly and have fun agenda <3 #steve and robin

[2-dsimp]

if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

��Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

#yandere drabble #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yanderecore #yandere concept #yandere content #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x darling #dilf x reader #Quio the dilf #yandere dad

[emphistic]

"I'm Lactose Intolerant"

Things Reader Should Acknowledge: I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS ALREADY BECAUSE I FORGOT TO SAVE IT AS A DRAFT, i have yet to get the hang of tumblr, yuuji hasnt been born yet, the itadori parents neglect their children so grandpa takes care of them, waaaaaay later is when yuuji is born, sukuna gets his tattoos when he is older

Prologue: As summer nears its end, and autumn takes its place, you find yourself in quite the situation. A new family has arrived in the neighborhood, and your parents have tasked you with greeting your new neighbors. A wacky grandpa, a gloomy tween. Seriously, could things get any worse?

A/N: Sukuna is 10 years old, while reader is 9 years old. However, Sukuna was held back a grade, so guess who is joining your class this year? *cue the confetti*

Please REFRAIN from REPOSTING MY WORK (REBLOGS ARE EXEMPTED FROM THIS RULE)

PS: i know little kids shouldnt be walking the streets alone, but lets just pretend the world is a better place

Chores are boring. Errands, on the other hand? Well, not so much.

You shielded your eyes from the rays of the sun as you walked down the street, avoiding the cracks on the pavement. The sky bled as the sun set and the songs of the birds started to come to a halt. It was a typical Saturday, help get the groceries, head home, and assist with dinner as much as possible. However, what wasn't typical was the fact that there was a moving company's truck blocking your way home.

Wow, there's definitely a better way to go about this, you sigh. Mindlessly, you kick a pebble aside and tighten your grip on your tote bag as your stride continues.

Several men in navy colored uniforms carry boxes as another man, who you estimate is a septuagenarian, surveys the workers from the front lawn of his new house. The man, who you also assume is your new neighbor, has his hands clasped behind his back and wears a green wool sweater.

Deciding to be polite, you clear your throat, neaten up your braids, and slowly approach the man, cautious as you try not to give him a heart attack. At nine years old, one may not know much, but one might know that killing your elderly neighbor is a pretty wack first impression.

The man looks quite surprised to see you approach, and even raises a white brow.

Okay, maybe this is a bad idea, you think as your palms start to sweat. You go through several introductions through your mind just to go with the most lame one.

"Hello, sir. My name is Y/N L/N. I'm your . . . uhh, new neighbor," you cringed at yourself before holding out a hand to the man.

"Ah, wasn't expecting to meet my neighbors on the first day here. I am Mr. Itadori, pleasure to meet you," his voice sounded like that of an old man's, yet, it had such a warm, cozy feel to it. He took your hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Likewise," you say, after a few seconds of silence.

"Should a girl, — pardon my rudeness — as young as you, be walking out here alone at this time?"

"Aha, my parents trust this neighborhood enough. And anyway, I was only getting groceries from the store, it's not too far from this block actually." You pointed a finger in the direction of said store.

"Wow, you must be pretty responsible for your parents to be sending you out for groceries, huh? Good to know some children in this neighborhood help out their families," Mr. Itadori turned to face a boy, probably not much older than you, who was carrying boxes into the house when he put emphasis on the word "some".

The boy had pink unruly hair, that was slicked back and spiky. You held back a giggle at the sight.

"Grandpa, I'm literally moving furniture into the house. What are you looking at me for?" The boy grumbled, but he didn't stop as he moved the boxes.

"I never said you didn't help out. I was just simply telling Y/N here, about how some children help out their families. No need to get upset now, Sukuna." Mr. Itadori gave a small chuckle, before abruptly turning to face you.

"Oh, right! How rude of me, I haven't introduced you to my grandson."

"Oh, no worries. You guys are probably busy—" You began, before being cut off.

"Nonsense! Sukuna! Come here, boy."

Sukuna muttered something, and dropped off a box by the front of the house before moving over to you and his grandpa.

Now that the boy was closer, you could make out his red eyes, and the frown on his face. Looking back at Mr. Itadori, you noticed he did not share the same qualities as his grandson, and instead had brown eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Introduce yourself!" Mr. Itadori lightly pushed Sukuna closer to you.

The taller boy stared at you for what seemed like forever, before averting his eyes to the ground and keeping them there. "Name's Sukuna."

"Y/N. But I think your grandpa already mentioned that," you tried to lighten the mood.

You swear you heard him say something along the lines of "pretty name" under his breath, but before you could ask, Sukuna retreated to his boxes. His grandpa looked displeased at that. Actually, that's quite an understatement. He looked furious with Sukuna, but he didn't do anything other than sigh and bid you adieu and good night.

You slowly walked back to your house, your arrival being a little later than usual, which your parents questioned you about, to which you explained that there was a truck in your way.

When it was time for bed, you did as you usually did. Showered, changed into your pajamas and watched a movie before cleaning up and preparing to actually go to bed. As you moved to close your window blinds, you noticed something you hadn't seen in a long time — considering no one's occupied the house next door since it was put on sale — there was a window right across from yours, and the light was on.

You didn't plan on becoming a creep at such a young age, but due to curiosity, you didn't peel your eyes away from the window. It surprised you to see that the room across from yours was a bedroom belonging to none other then Sukuna. When you saw the pink spikes of his hair come near the window, you quickly shut the blinds.

The next morning, your mom shook you awake.

You groaned, "Mom. . . What is it?"

"We have new neighbors, honey! I've already started prepping for baking an apple pie for them—" You let her ramble on while you were still half-awake.

Oh, right . . . you never mentioned your meeting with the Itadoris. Now you have to introduce yourself to them, yet again.

"—I just need you to grab a few ingredients for me, if you don't mind."

"Sure, Mom. No problem." You stretched out your arms and yawned.

"Perfect! I'll let you get ready then. I'll give the list on your way out." Then, your mom got up, and shut the door.

You yawned again and rubbed your forehead. This was definitely going to be an interesting day, to say the least.

You met your mom downstairs and she instructed you on the ingredients you needed to purchase. "Uh huh, got it. Thanks. Bye, Mom!

Still half-asleep, you slowly slipped on your sneakers and headed out through the door. The sun warmed your face, yet sent a chill down your spine.

Apples and lemon.

Apples. . .

And lemons.

You hummed to yourself as you walked down the street, passing by the Itadori house.

Apples and lemons—

"Gah!" A little rock got in your way, and you were about to faceplant onto the sidewalk when you felt a firm hand on your shoulder reel you back upward.

You turned to see who your savior was, and cocked your head to the side in surprise.

"Sukuna? What are you doing out here?"

"No 'thanks for saving me, Sukuna'? Also, contrary to your belief, other people in this neighborhood get out the house too, y'know?"

You scoffed, jutting out your bottom lip, "Thanks."

Sukuna held a smug look on his face.

"So . . . you gonna take your hand off my shoulder, or should I do that tor you?"

He looked taken aback, and swiftly returned his hand to his hoodie pocket. "I have to go get groceries. My grandpa sent me, because our house is basically empty?" Sukuna acted as if that was common knowledge.

"What did you have for dinner last night, then?"

"Ordered in."

You mumbled, "Figured."

"Anyway, Grandpa told me you know where the closest grocery store is? I need . . . directions."

"Oh! Right," you scratched the back of your neck. "I'm actually heading there right now. You can come with." If Sukuna didn't want to go with you, he certainly didn't show it (surprisingly).

"So you're actually going to turn this way, down here, across this weird looking house or something — I actually don't even know if it has someone living in it — then go in front of this—"

"Stop talking, and maybe we'll get there faster," Sukuna muttered.

You turned around to face him; he had his hands in his pocket and wore a bored look on his face. You huffed.

"Go have someone else show you the way, then. Y'know, I was actually trying to be nice to you and all. I'm even showing you the shortcut. And now look at how you're treating me." You turned away from him.

"'Trying to be nice'? Please. You haven't asked me how day was going. 'Trying to be nice' my ass."

You ignored his use profanity at such a young age, and you came to a skidding halt; Sukuna even bumped into your back when you stopped abruptly.

"What is your problem!? So what if I haven't asked you how your day was going? SO WHAT? You haven't asked me either. If you don't like me just leave. me. alone!"

"People are so uptight these days," Sukuna shrugged.

"Uptight? UPTIGHT? Please, be my guest, and show me how I'm the uptight one here." You couldn't believe this dude. He's the only other kid in this neighborhood — besides your sibling — and he refuses to be cooperative, kind, nonetheless, a decent person.

The rest of the walk to the grocery store happened in silence. And believe me, the silence was loooouuuuddd. You wholeheartedly believed Sukuna would leave, but he didn't. Which made you even more mad.

The bell above the door chimed when you stepped in the store, out of pettiness, you didn't even hold the door for Sukuna. He scoffed at that, and you turned around to face him. "Well, here you are. The grocery store. Happy now?"

"I'm never happy."

Wow, he must've been dropped on the head as a baby, because he certainly did not get the personality from his grandpa.

You walked through the aisles one by one and searched for the items your mother requested.

Apples and lemons.

You didn't even bother placing them in a bag, insisting on carrying them yourself. Meanwhile, Sukuna was still trailing behind you, much like a lost puppy. His groceries were all in a bag, and he looked ready to pay, but he was still behind you.

Finally, you got sick of his weirdness, and peered over your shoulder to get a look of his face, which was frowning, "Why are you following me?"

He looked like he was pondering, thinking of a way to answer your question. "Girls shouldn't be walking around alone. Especially you."

"Ugh, there you go again. Always thinking you're better than everyone else. And, whaddya mean 'especially me,' huh? You don't think I can handle myself? Are you here to protect me or something? Swooping in to save the day, my knight in shining armor? Seriously, Sukuna."

He groaned, and dragged his free hand down his face, "I came from a not so safe neighborhood. Can't you see I'm just trying to look out for you? If some man came up and harassed you, and I was shopping in some other aisle, would you blame me too?" His voice softened on the last part.

"Forget it, you're right. I'm wrong," you sighed and walked to the register.

When you got home, your mom ushered you inside and hurried to start on the apple pie. You bit your nails as she worked, and she quickly took notice of that.

"Something wrong, sweetie?"

You shook your head, and mouthed a simple "no".

While you were upstairs reading a book, you heard the beeping of the oven, signaling the completion of the baking process. Before you could even put down your book, your mother called out to you from downstairs.

She welcomed you in the kitchen and took great care in wrapping the freshly baked pie in tinfoil and sending you off to the Itadori house. But before that happened, however, she made you memorize your speech, reminding you to inform your next door neighbors of who originally made the pie. And with a soft pat on the back from your mom, you were off.

It was a quarter past 12 o'clock when you finally found the courage to knock on your neighbor's front door. You heard a "coming!" from inside the house, and returned your hand to its side.

Loud footsteps came closer until finally the door was flung open. You were greeted by the sight of Mr. Itadori in a fluffy red robe, and equally fluffy slippers.

"Ah! Y/N. What a pleasant surprise to see you here."

You stuttered a bit, "Hi, Mr. Itadori. My mom and I wanted to formally introduce ourselves, and welcome you to the neighborhood — I didn't mention our very much brief meeting yesterday."

"Oh wow! You can tell your mother I appreciate her kind welcome." He turned his head into the house, and called for, "Sukuna! Come here, boy."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to be a bother—"

"Agh, you children. Always the same. Nonsense, Y/N. Utter nonsense."

Sukuna stood behind his grandpa in record time, his speed surprised you. "What's she doing here?" He sneered. You offered him a glare in return while Mr. Itadori was oblivious.

"Don't be rude to our kind neighbor. She's here to formally introduce herself."

"Again?"

"Yes. Again."

"Whatever."

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the Itadoris' banter. "I've brought some apple pie — my mom baked it."

Mr. Itadori's eyes lightened up as you presented the tinfoil covered dish to him. "It smells delicious! You really didn't have to, my dear."

"It was no big deal, I promise," you laughed (nervously).

"I will put this on the counter, one second," Mr. Itadori walked away, leaving you and Sukuna alone. The taller boy crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

"Apple pie? Really? Are you trying to kill me and my grandpa? I'm lactose intolerant. We're lactose intolerant. He just didn't want to seem rude, so he's putting it away."

"Oh. . . uhh, I didn't know that—"

"I can tell. You didn't think to ask first? How considerate of you, Y/N."

You stumbled on your words.

"I'm just messing with you. Apple pie is his absolute favorite."

Your jaw dropped six feet, before you came back to your senses and rolled your eyes, "Did you have to scare me like that?"

He laughed aloud, "Duh. Shoulda seen the look on your face. Priceless!" He continued to laugh, while your expression remained stoic, trying not to laugh as well. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was actually funny.

When his laughter subsided, he cocked his head to the side. "What's with the face? Girls don't know how to joke around or something?"

You frowned.

Mr. Itadori returned to the both of you and patted his grandson on the back. "Well! Thank you again, Y/N. Tell your family I say thanks and appreciate their kindness."

"Of course. I'll be going now." You waved to Mr. Itadori — feigning ignorance to Sukuna — and walked back to your house next door.

When Sukuna and his grandpa sat at their newly assembled dining table, they both couldn't believe how good the apple pie tasted. Sukuna even asked for a second slice.

Mr. Itadori broke the silence, "So, school starts tomorrow."

Sukuna glanced at his elder, and raised a brow.

"Since you don't know anyone else at your new school, you can ask Y/N for help. She'll be in your grade anyway."

Sukuna sighed, "Grandpa, why are girls so difficult?"

"Ohoho," Mr. Itadori's laughter boomed throughout the house. "You're a funny one, Sukuna," and he ruffled his grandson's unruly hair, messing it up more.

#sukuna x reader #jjk #sukuna fluff #idk how to tag sos #sukuna x you #jjk x you #ryomen x reader

[gnostiquette]

the satan: oh foolish mortal...i greet you, to reveal your desires unto you! me: ok hey what's up the satan: i have decided to test you, to-day, to discern your commitment to The Good me: sounds great! so, do i have to reject a kingdom of glory and riches or refuse to jump off a building and make God save me or— the satan: oh no none of that. this'll be much simpler. i am going to present you with a series of ethical situations! ahahaha! me: oh sweet i think about these all the time the satan: perfect...it is time for The First Situation! now, picture a city that is so perfect, everyone is happy and no one is ever sad and there's cakes and festivals and orgies and— me: is this Omelas the satan: me: like this is just gonna be the Le Guin story with the kid in the basement right the satan: ...yeah. ok so there's the kid and the basement and there's the torture, ok yeah you know this one. right. so anyway...you have just learned about the kid being tortured in the basement. what is your judgement here? me: well uh, i guess i walk away the satan: aha but i didn't ask you what you'd do, did i? me: oh come on you tricky little fuck. ok. yeah this situation sucks the satan: and why, pray tell, do you say that is, despite all the happiness and nonsadness and cakes and festivals and orgies and whatnot? me: i suppose it's just that none of that shit justifies torturing a kid in a basement forever. also all that shit sounds kinda gay when you put it like that. like some weird Dutch fag shit the satan: ah. well, moving on, you whimsy-hating homophobe— me: what, just because i say that sounds like Dutch fag shit makes me homophobic? i'm gay you know i can call shit fag shit if i want the satan: —moving on, you would agree with the statement that whatever the consequence, it is inherently wrong to torture a child, hmm? me: well yeah that sounds about right the satan: aha...! me: wait why'd you make that noise the satan: wh-what me: that clicking noise. that was you right the satan: oh no no noise of things clicking into place emanated from my nostrils me: you worded that pretty weirdly, you know the satan: it's time for The Second Situation! you have cro— me: damn you just straight up evaded what i was saying the satan: —you have crossed The First Situation, i was saying, so now it is time for round two. ahem. now, firstly, would you agree that, in general, lying and stealing and cheating are bad? me: well, yeah. i don't like lying, and in general it seems pretty fucked up to cheat and steal the satan: so now you have come across a man in the street who is starving and wounded. after one hour he will die if he is not fed and treated for his wound. there is a store nearby but you are flat broke and have no pocket money, and begging isn't an option. even if you ask your friends to PayPal you they will not be able to get back to you for another two hours. the ER is too far away and there's too much traffic for an ambulance to arrive and take him there in less than an hour and a half, but there is a clinic nearby able to take anyone immediately. however the clinic only accepts people with insurance, and neither of you have an insurance card. you are, however, fairly confident that you can make up fake details that they would be willing to accept. me: what are you trying to write a Jacobin article or something. i'm already a socialist, you don't need to lay out how fucked up our healthcare system or whatnot is, i already know— the satan: okok sure this would never happen under socialism blahblahblah the point is what would you do in this situation me: but in the last one the point was my judgement not what i do. this is getting confusing the satan: DIFFERENT SITUATIONS HAVE DIFFERENT RULES OK?? GOD JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW God: OH HEY SATAN DID YOU JUST CALL UPON ME the satan: HOLD ON I'M STILL TESTING THIS GUY GIVE ME A SECOND God: OH OK THAT'S YOUR JOB AFTER ALL. I SHALL LEAVE YOU TO IT. JUST DON'T BE TOO MEAN

the satan: FUCK. ok. ok. anyway here's the question. assuming you're also relatively confident you can shoplift without getting caught, do you steal a couple things from the store for the man to eat and do you present fake information to the clinic to get them to accept the guy and treat his wound me: yeah totally. i don't want him to die or anything. i'd gladly do just about anything to save someone's life the satan: so in other words, doing bad things like lying, stealing, and cheating in order to accomplish a good thing such as saving a life is good, right? me: sure, i'd say so the satan: AAAAAHH-HAA! i have TRAPPED you! for your response to the first situation implies that good inheres in the act itself, regardless of consequences, and your response to the second implies that good inheres in the consequences of an act, regardless of the means!

me: i mean...not necessarily? like— the satan: wh-what do you mean, mortal me: well, perhaps i think the negative consequences of torture for the child far outweigh the positive consequences for everyone else the satan: what the fuck is that you're doing me: oh i mean you're doing red text, i figure i do blue text, i figure this is like an Umineko thing or whatever the satan: fine. sure. you can do that. whatever. none of this matters to me. why did i pick this fucking job in the first place me: the satan: ...ok, the townspeople get far more happiness than the kid gets suffering me: but what if suffering itself is worth more in moral accounting than happiness, for instance the satan: then how about this? in the second example, you could have caused the shop to shut down due to lost trust with the distributor! you could have caused the clinic to lose their licence over insurance fraud! those could have easily caused far more suffering than if the man simply passed out and died after an hour! me: that's...that sounds far-fetched, but you said it in red, so. ok what if good actually inheres in the character of the person doing the act, so a virtuous person would refuse to sanction torturing a child for the greater good and gladly steal and cheat to save a man's life the satan: virtue ethics is unable to provide actionable guidance! me: oh? the satan: all you can do is imagine what a virtuous person would do, and different people have wildly different imaginations! me: well hmm. that's fair. i'm not sure i could personally live with that, especially in an age where we're getting ever closer to potentially misaligned AI. what if there's rules that say you must never do some things but then other rules can be broken if there's something more important the satan: if those rules exist, then list them off and justify them to me >: ) me: uh, don't torture, don't rape...don't kill is up there, but what if you're killing someone to defend someone else...wait fuck no, what about bombing civilians to end a war, that doesn't sound justifiable at all...god damn it... God: OH HELLO YES I'M BACK the satan: NO FUCK NO WAIT NO God: HELLO DEAR SWEET MORTAL CHILD. IS MY EMPLOYEE BEING TOO HARD ON YOU? OH DEAR I CAN GIVE YOU AN ANSWER IF THIS IS GOING TOO POORLY the satan: oh come on please just let me do my job like normal God: MY DEAR LITTLE CREATURE I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU CAN SIMPLY RELY ON MY EDICT AND ALL THESE DILEMMAS BECOME AS DUST IN THE BROOM OF AN OLD FAT LADY me: why thank you, my Lord, but no matter how perfect You are, it remains that divine command theory is a fundamentally subjectivist theory that cannot provide a truly objective and impersonal basis for ethics, and subjective morality is not a risk i'm really willing to take God: BUT AREN'T I PERFECT FOR YOU AND ALL THINGS MY PRECIOUS LITTLE CREATION me: why, yes, but there's a small but persistent chance You're a figment of my imagination, just like the satan over here, and— the satan: hhHHEYYY NOW me: —and i know that You love righteousness, so really i'd rather continue pleasing You even if You weren't around to tell me what righteousness is God: WHY THAT IS VERY SWEET OF YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M JUST GOING TO STRAIGHT UP LIFT YOU TO HEAVEN LIKE THAT MERRY OLD FELLOW FAUST me: wait huh the satan: w-wait Lord don't you think you're being a bit hasty in judgement a chorus of angels: [grabbing me and lifting me into the aether] ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*HE WHO STRIVES ON AND LIVES TO STRIVE CAN EARN REDEMPTION STILL*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ me: [rapidly disappearing into the sky, utterly bewildered] wait. hold on. hold up. wait,

#ethics #metaethics #philosophy #this is what's going on inside my head 24/7

[marrijaydeboo]

I saw you wanted requests for Hazbin so I have one for you Lucifer x platonic reader where the reader dies when they are really young and are in hell for unknown reasons and Lucifer finds them and maybe takes them in? I'm curious how the family would be with a new member in the family and how Lucifer would take the role of a dad figure to the reader

I just think it would be adorable honestly

𓍢ִ໋Lucifer MoronMorningstar x Reader (Platonic)

note: I'm assuming the reader here is a child because of the "really young" description

Note: day 3 sorry I was reading shameless smut anyways here's your food :3

˚ 𔓘𓍢ִ໋🐤

— This man was just going around in his own theme park, Lu Lu World.

— He was pretty much mindless walking around until his security was chasing some kid.

— He thought you were just some hellborn that snuck in, but hearing that you just spawned here was quite surprising.

— He walks over to the scene where you are, hiding behind a cart from one of his rides.

"This kids been going around the park for 3 hours." One of his securities chuckled. Lucifer walks over to you.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

He asks, kneeling down to your level. When you didn't respond, he snapped his finger and made a caramel apple and a rubber duckie that kind of looked like him.

After you took one of those, he smiled.

"You aren't from here, aren't you?" You shook your head. Lucifer felt a small tug in his heart— looking at your curious eyes reminded him of Charlie when she would listen to his stories.

"Oh? Well, why are you here? You're too young to be in... a place like this." The moment you couldn't give an answer, he felt a bit tense.

He just looks at you like this for a few seconds. It's either heavens shit vague morals, OR you did something criminal and horrendous to get you to hell at this age (very small flashbacks of Helluva Boss' first episode)

Either way, figuring out that you were alone when you came here, he decided to take you in for the meantime. He carries you back to his (not so) humble abode.

"Y'know you're lucky that my nicest security guard found you."

— Flash forward a few days later and OH MY GODDDDD.

— While you were in his study, he was making another rubber duckie.

— This man has at least made 30+ rubber duck versions of you based on seasons, holidays, activities—

— it's kind of easy taking care of you since all your needs could be provided with a snap of a finger (kind of. He's a bit rusty about standing up as a dad again, him a second—)

— No matter what, though, he promises to be better for you (and Charlie)

"Almost there..." he groaned, hunched over on his desk as he works on another one. He then presents you the finished product— "THE MAGIC-TASTICAL BACK FLIPPING RUBBER DUCK THAT SPITS FIRE!"

The duck successfully does its backflip and spits fire. Though the silence was deafening in the study, you clapped, and he chuckles at this.

"Aha, hold the applause, please, okay, thank you, thank you— WHO AM I KIDDING? THIS SUCKS."

He switches up and throws the rubber duckie to a family portrait. Before you could ask Lucifer who those people specifically are, his phone started ringinh

"Daughter? Daughter— DAUGHTER CALLING?!"

ah.

After watching him embarrassingly fumble his words and use you and his job as an excuse that he was busy, he decided to prepare to go to Charlie's hotel with YOU!!! YAY!!!

— The moment Charlie hears that her dad has taken a kid in, whe was a bit concerned mostly for you.

— Does her dad know what he's doing..

— aside that, she ADORES YOUUUU

— SHE'S AN OLDER SISTER NOW??? HELLO???

— has called you a cutie patootie more than your actual name

— wanted to carry you around the moment she saw you walk in with Luci

— Even asks you if you would want to be redeemed because you might have nice relatives in heaven (unless you wanna stay with Lucifer, of course)

Bonus that no one asked for:

— Alastor has eyes on you

— tried to charm you with any intriguing toy he could summon just for you

— not only does Alastor love seeing Lucifer pissed off, but you laughing with him? Keep smiling for him

— watch the two of them fill the hotel with toys while arguing who's gift you liked more

Note: dear god it's 3:24 am.

#hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #fucking loser #love em #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader

[tavina-writes]

MDZS Society! aka: there's a lot less killing than you'd expect

This follows from this post and also the recent translations of MXTX’s most recent interview (which I can now no longer bother to find bc this has been sitting in drafts for like, siiiix months? More? Oh god anyway.) which reminded me about my feelings regarding MDZS society and how different it is from the martial societies we see depicted in typical modern wuxia. (Small disclaimer, I am a wuxia genre fiend and I love like, thinking about fictional societies so this is like, “AHA! You’ve unlocked my trap card!”) 

For the purposes of this, I’m going to be looking at MDZS/CQL’s depiction of the jianghu (which I think is fairly similar! I don’t actually think the show writers made CQL’s jianghu/martial society more genre typical than it was in the book) and comparing that with modern classic wuxia (mostly Jin Yong and Gu Long works.) For this comparison, I’ll be looking at a Jin Yong book — Legend of the Condor Heroes (which is widely considered the starting point of modern wuxia as a genre) — and one Gu Long book — Dagger Li/Sentimental Swordsman, Ruthless Sword (widely considered his most popular work) — and seeing how their societies differ from MDZS society. 

This will likely come in two parts because this one was already getting long, and I don’t think we can fit “how often does nobility exist in a typical jianghu and what do bloodline sects look like normally versus what they look like in MDZS” in this post along with the main topic of “is MDZS society a particularly physically violent place?” 

This post discusses how often cultivators are socially expected to kill people. Like, actual living human beings instead of, say, monsters or ghosts which have been categorized differently than like, human beings. 

EDIT: I forgot to talk about Dagger Li but this was already much too long sorry. Feel free to hmu for more thoughts though.

Now, it might be easy to think that cultivators killing actual people is a really common thing in MDZS/CQL universe! After all, they do have martial arts training and one of the prominent things about the first life is just how many people die both in the Sunshot Campaign and the fallout afterwards. However, I would argue that a lot of the traumas and related issues and reactions that happen in MDZS happen because cultivators are, by training and education, not actually prepared for killing actual living breathing human beings! (And also that the morality of this world prevents it for the most part) 

Now, we do actually get a pretty good window into what the typical training is like for young cultivators in MDZS, because we get a fairly well defined schoolhouse scene where LQR is asking them questions about "how do you tell the difference between various different problems we have to solve?" and "how do you go about fixing this problem?" and none of those include the moral quandary of "if I, a young cultivator out in the Jianghu, see a guy who is doing something I morally disagree with, under what circumstances do I beat him up and/or kill him." This does not appear to enter the curriculum at any point, leading me to believe that the morally correct number of people not like, ghosts or ghouls or fierce corpses, a regular average MDZS cultivator is supposed to have killed is approximately 0.

Which. Is a thing you get in a normal martial arts wuxia jianghu. There is generally the threat of "oh yeah this that or the other faction will be doing shitty things and thereby try to murder you." Instead, in MDZS/CQL most of the heirs of sects are...attending school together. Doing teenage things like partying and gossiping and attending classes.

And sure yes, there was a case of WWX and JZX trying to beat each other up. But the sects did sure let their kids stay at Lan summer camp for months on end (sometimes repeatedly, see NHS) without fearing for their lives or that anyone would steal another sect's techniques or otherwise causing real havoc or intersect warfare etc.

Which is infeasible in any other sort of Jianghu situation. For example, contrast this scenario with this scene from LOCH where Guo Jing's shifus are giving him advice since he is newly 17 and about to set out by himself into the great big world:

Guo Jing therefore bid farewell to his teachers. They had witnessed his battle against the Four Demons of the Yellow River, and were not too greatly worried. The young man had proved that he knew how to use the skills that they taught him. Therefore they let him leave alone. On one hand, the meeting of outlaws in Yanjing worried them greatly, so that they could not ignore it; and on the other hand, a youngster always had to travel the jianghu alone, in order to learn lessons that no teacher could pass on. At the moment of parting, each made their last recommendations. As usual when the Six spoke after one another, Nan Xiren was the last one to express himself. "If you cannot defeat the enemy," he said. "Flee!" He knew that given Guo Jing's dogged character, he would prefer to die rather than to surrender, if he met a master, he would certainly fight to the bitter end, even at the risk of death. That was the reason Nan Xiren gave him this common sense warning. " Martial arts have no limits," added Zhu Cong. " As the proverb says, 'For every peak there is one yet higher', so for every man there is one stronger. Whatever your power, you will always one day meet a foe stronger than you. A true man knows to retreat when necessary, when facing grave danger, it is necessary to contain one's impatience and anger. This what is meant by the adage, « If one preserves the earth and its forests, one does not fear to lack firewood ». It is not therefore not cowardly to take good advice! When the enemy is too numerous and that you cannot face them there, it is especially necessary to avoid being too reckless. Keep in mind Fourth Shifu's advice!"

Does this seem like the sort of advice that any Young MDZS Cultivator would get? "You're a good kid, but when you go out into the world, there will be people who straight up want you dead even though they met you 15 minutes ago, you cannot persist in fighting with these people because they will want you dead and you are a baby cultivator who needs to learn to run away when shit gets rough or you will be dead."

And again I come back to how MDZS cultivators are more like occupational ghostbusters because this really does inform how their society functions and runs and how everyone reacts so badly to the Sunshot Campaign beginning and its aftermaths and possibly explains how JGS could get his way after Sunshot.

Because what happens when you get a society that does train heavily in martial arts and have Able To Kill Real People Weapons who spends most of their time solving very black and white situations of "okay is this ghost whose eating people's livers good or bad? y/n?" and a clear hierarchy of "how do we get rid of the ghost eating people's livers in town x" instead of say "is it morally correct to kill this group of bandits who's been threatening the town" or "is it morally correct to kill this shitty businessman who's been holding people hostage and threatening to hack off their limbs" you have a reduced level of philosophical musing on like, "what is the purpose of martial arts, which is designed to kill people and what do I use martial arts for?" and "under what circumstances and situations would I personally find it morally correct to kill a man?" Which are all questions that Wuxia coming of age stories typically have, and I think MDZS does have, but expressed differently.

Again, it appears that the number of Real Live Human Beings that it is morally acceptable to have stabbed in your life is approximately 0 in this universe, and the expectation that you, personally, might have to fend off people trying to stab you over brunch is also approximately 0.

This also leads to a situation where like, questions of vengeance have very difficult escape hatches! If your parents are murdered on the job by an evil rampaging ghost, this is very sad and tragic and now you're an orphan and of course that's not good, but this is a occupational job hazard, not like, "Yeah Joe Bob from the sect down the street murdered my dad because #Reasons~, and now it's my legacy to grow up to murder Job Bob from the sect down the street to avenge my dad."

(I have a whole essay about how this pertains to both of the Nie Brothers, and how it pertains to JGY and also Jin Ling, and how this seems to routinely fuck people up in MDZS in a very specific way we don't typically see in other wuxias, but this is getting SO long as it is).

But yeah "the socially acceptable number of real living people (instead of ghosts or demons or fierce corpses or whatever) to have killed in your lifetime as a cultivator is approximately 0" means that the Sunshot Generation gets really really fucked up by all of this "killing real people" they did.

Which! might be why JFM was so slow to move on "yeah the Wen are threatening to kill your heirs." <- socially inconceivable behavior. Why society in general is so shocked by Xue Yang and the murder of the Chang <- which would be bad normally but not quite like this. And why no one did anything specific about JGS even if they felt he wasn't entirely correct. What are they going to threaten him with? Death???? A trial of his peers? Social Shunning??? Public shame???

"But Tav how does this relate to CQL!Su She's morality?" I hear you ask. Well you see, the question of "he should've been ready to die for his sect!" is utterly baffling in a society where nobody is expected to be ready to die for their sect on a regular basis because the idea that you should be ready for someone trying to stab you before brunch is utterly nonsensical in a world where most people expect that the baseline number of murders a cultivator does in their lifetimes is 0. That's the world he lives in.

On this regard CQL!Su She is utterly blameless. Nobody handed him a rulebook or expectations sheet for "the sect down the street will try to kill you" nor SHOULD they expect he'd be ready to die at a drop of a hat when no part of the education or social expectations include "ready to die for your sect because it's routine for people to try to kill you."

If you don't even expect to be stabbed and possibly die at a discussion conference where there are lots of cultivators from many sects why on EARTH would you expect to be facing down death in your own home when there's. cultivators here to kill you, this situation is so out of left field?

#modao zushi #mdzs #meta #my meta #su she #this is not a society *without* violence to be clear #but it's not the sort of place where it'll have been acceptable to murder and maim before breakfast #and that's why traumas happen as they do #I've been sitting on this for ages #please don't discourse in my notes about if 'murder' is a good thing or a bad thing #this is just an observation on like #'is it societally common for cultivators to run around killing people?' #the answer to this question is no

[onceonafullmoon]

Happy Accidents

Sae x GN! Reader

Part 2 to Misunderstandings

No warnings, after school fluff, takes place before Spain. First date (kinda), Reader is GN but is described as being shorter than Sae and wearing ribbons in their hair. Reader is kinda a anxious mess. NGL this was kinda a pain to get thru, Suki and Naomi are my babies il them T^T

“So, uh… what’s… your favorite color?” You ask, before immediately scrunching up your eyes in disgust of how awkward that was. “...seriously?” His response isn’t exactly uncalled for, but you can’t help but pout anyways.

What does one do when they’ve accidentally scored a date with one of the most infamous boys at school?

Cry? Scream? Die on the spot? Everything listed before, all at once?

Well, first, before all of that, you tell your beloved friends in hope for advice or a comforting shoulder.

And instead you get relentlessly teased (Naomi) and interrogated (Suki).

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid.” Naomi cackles like a witch from your desk chair, wiping tears from her eyes (okay it wasn’t that funny). “Who the fuck says “thanks you too” when someone tells them they’re cute?”

“Nuhh– nice people?” You say trying to defend yourself, although it comes out as more of a question.

This sends Naomi into another laughing fit, making you grab one of your pillows and hurl it at her, scowling when she easily catches it and continues to laugh at you, now grumpy that you missed her and that you’re pillowless.

“Oh, stop it already you clown.” Suki scolds Naomi from where she’s sprawled on your bed, head tilting up to shake her head disapprovingly at the dark haired girl.

“Thank you Suki.” You say, flashing her a grateful smile, only to yelp when she suddenly flips around, looking at you with an intensely excited look in her eyes.

“Was his voice hot?” She eagerly questions, leaning in to hear your answer.

“Suki!” You squawk, feeling your face heat up. “What kinda question–?!”

Naomi snorts. “Oh, but I’m the clown, got it.”

“It’s an important question, thank you very much, we’re talking about our beloved (Name)’s partner here!” She pouts indignantly, ignoring the choked noise of surprise you make at her words.

“Yeah, no, I don’t approve of him either way. That kid has an attitude problem and (Name) deserves better.” Naomi scoffs.

“Oh, who would you approve of then? Fucking Maruki?”

“Yes, I would, and that’s Dr. Maruki to you, you bitch–”

You finally manage to find your voice during their mini squabble and snap in embarrassment. 

“I don’t need either of you to approve! That doesn’t matter anyways!” You exclaim. “I am not dating Itoshi Sae!”

Your brother pops his head into your room at this very inopportune time, and looks at you in shock.

“(Name) you’re dating Itoshi Sae?” He asks.

“Yes!” Suki squeals.

“Unfortunately.” Naomi sighs.

“No!” You snap, glaring at your friends before turning to him. “What are you doing here anyways?”

“I was just gonna ask you if I could have the last bag of chips.” He answers.

“Yeah, whatever, go for it.” You sigh.

“Cool, congrats on bagging a future pro athlete, I expect to see some money too.” He responds, leaving just as quickly as he came.

“You wouldn’t see anything even if we were dating!” You call out after him, both annoyed and flustered by his words.

Sighing you turn to your friends, who look at you somewhat expectantly.

“What?”

“I mean, I know I said I didn’t approve… but if he does happen to get rich…” Naomi trails off, as Suki eagerly nods.

“You materialistic jerks, what about his feelings?” You question, only to receive giggles from Suki.

“Interesting that you didn’t bring up your feelings.” She teases, making you startle in embarrassment. “Besides, I have a pretty good feeling, he wouldn’t mind spoiling you.”

Naomi laughs at this. “You’re making him sound like a sugar daddy.”

“Could be.” Suki innocently says, despite the smirk on her face.

“No! No sugar daddies!” You exclaim, face burning. “It’s an equal relationship!”

“Aha, so it is a relationship!” Suki grins victoriously.

“No! You know what I meant you ass!”

“Did we?” Naomi questions with a grin.

You let out a groan. “Don’t team up on me! I need help, not mockery.” 

“You got it boss.” Suki salutes mockingly before hopping off your bed to rummage through your closet. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a first date fit that’ll have him drooling over you as soon as he sees you.”

You give her a blank stare, the thought of Sae drooling over anyone sounding so unrealistic you can’t even begin to imagine it.

Naomi must share these sentiments with the way she rolls her eyes at Suki, at least, that's what you think until she opens her mouth.

“If you want him to drool, just make sure (Name) shows up naked.”

This time when you hurl a pillow at her it hits her square in the face.

Suki snickers both at the remark and the price that Naomi paid for it, watching as you proceed to pick up said pillow and proceed to beat Naomi with it in a flustered rage, much to her misfortune as she lets out muffled yelps.

“Unfortunately, public indecency is a crime Naomi, so I think we’ll do it my way.” Suki hums.

“That’s the only reason?!” You ask, alarmed, finally letting up on your attempt to murder your friend with a comforter.

“Of course not!” Suki reassures. “It’s also because I want to dress you up.”

You look down at the fluffy weapon in your hands and briefly consider changing targets before remembering that Suki would actually murder you for messing up her hair.

“...well, not that I don’t appreciate the help Suki, but when I asked for help, I meant how I should act.”

Naomi leans back on the chair, already recovered from the attempt on her life, and looks at you incredulously. 

“Just act like you always do, duh.” She states, as if obvious.

“...” You blink, taking in the advice before shaking your head. “That’s not– I mean, I’m just gonna make a fool of myself again.”

Suki pauses in her closet rifling to look back over at you.

“...You know (Name), we’re teasing you a lot, but this situation isn’t as bad as you think it is. It’s normal to embarrass yourself every once in a while.” Suki says soothingly.

“Yeah, you would know.” Naomi snorts, to which Suki shoots her a withering glare, making her backtrack. “I mean– yeah, Suki’s right. Besides, if you were to act differently, what’s the guarantee that you’d be able to keep it up? It’s better to just be yourself.”

“... I guess you guys have a point.” You concede, giving them both a small smile.

“Good, because I’m pretty sure the fact that you’re a walking L is endearing to him.” Naomi adds cheerfully, yelping as you swing your pillow down on her again.

Suki hums turning back to your closet as the sounds of Naomi’s muffled protests sound in the background. 

“Oooh, that top is cute.”

—

When you finally show up at his practice it’s halfway through being finished, and you feel a spark of guilt run through you, threading through the waves of anxiety already ebbing and flowing within.

You probably could have made it when practice actually started had Suki not insisted on spontaneously starting the most difficult hairdo known to man.

“No, trust me, this is gonna look so cute, I swear.” She mutters, yanking your hair. 

“There’s no point if it’s over by the time you’re finished!” You snap back.

In the end, she somehow did it, and it did look very pretty, especially with your signature ribbon tied around it, but you couldn’t help feeling slightly salty about it, regretting that you missed watching Sae play, even if only for a little bit.

…Not that it mattered anyways since now you were starting to feel the familiar sensation of nervousness well up within you.

“Breath, just breath, it's fine.” You mutter to yourself as you take a seat on the bleachers, trying to be as unintrusive as possible. 

Well, you say unintrusive, but what you really mean is unseen, feeling embarrassed about both being seen all dressed up and being seen by Sae in general.

And if you were a luckier person, you would’ve remained unseen for the rest of the practice, only until it was over and you would only have to bite the bullet of being seen by Sae.

But, you weren’t a lucky person, and as you had once thought before, the gods personally had it out for you, so instead, while you’re busy running through breathing exercises and overthinking, you immediately get pointed out by one of the players while they’re getting ready to leave.

Hirose, who sits in a few of your classes, isn’t quite a friend, but is fun to talk to with his friendly and extraverted nature. Unfortunately, due to that very nature, he is loud and never knows how to use his inside voice. 

So, essentially, what’s supposed to be a casual compliment, turns into a spotlight aimed directly at you.

“Damn, (Name), looking good!” He practically yells out.

Immediately, you feel almost everyone's attention shift towards you, and you feel yourself wanting to melt into the ground, cheeks heating up to a temperature almost feverish.

“Damn you Hirose!” You curse in your head, as you send him an awkward smile, praying that Sae just so happened to be distracted by literally anything else instead of you, despite the fact that most of the guys on the field are now starting to murmur to each other (most definitely about you, in a hopefully non-negative way).

He’s not, obviously and unfortunately, and when you look over at him, his teal eyes slowly taking in your figure, you can feel your soul slip out of your body.

“What’re you all dressed up for?” Hirose loudly asks with an oblivious smile, not quite understanding the fact that he’s drawing attention to you, much less the fact that you’re dying of embarrassment because of it.

You hesitate to answer, not quite wanting to say that you’re going on a date with Sae in worry that he’d take offense to having his personal affairs aired out like that (also because even still you could hardly believe he wanted to go out with you), but to your surprise, Sae ends up talking for you.

“They’re with me.” He states, simply, making you look at him in shock, as does everyone else on the field, albeit probably for different reasons.

Hirose openly gapes for a second, before turning to you in shock. “For real?!”

“...Well– yes.” You respond, figuring that there’s no reason in denying it, slightly confused that he’s confirming it with you rather than Sae, feeling that if anyone would lie about being in a relationship, (would this be considered that yet?) it would be you.

What you also aren’t expecting is for Hirose to give you an enthusiastic high five and a conspiratorial whisper to “run his pockets clean (Name)!” to which your cheeks flush in mortification.

(Seriously, what was with the running insistence of you being a gold digger?... or a future gold digger at the very least?)

Either way, the commotion dies down for the most part after a while, although you can’t help but dread returning to school knowing that this was going to be widespread knowledge soon enough… especially knowing Hirose.

Not that you have much time to worry about that anyways when you make your way off of the bleachers over to your supposed date (though, was calling it a “date” overstepping?). But Sae surprises you when he holds out his hand to help you off of them.

Obviously you accept his hand, and obviously it proves to be your downfall (literally) when as you reach for it your shoe hits the support beam on the seat and you end up tripping right into his arms.

“...You’re really clumsy.” He remarks coolly, effortlessly maneuvering you safely onto the ground with strength that leaves you briefly awed.

It’s the first thing that he’s directly said to you so far and you can’t help the flustered look that overtakes your face.

“I–I’m usually not.” You manage to say, mentally recalling how you effortlessly beat Naomi within an inch of her life with a pillow despite her attempts to run.

“So, it's just me then?” He asks, the teasing tone in his voice sending your cheeks on fire.

You decline to comment on that, but Sae doesn’t seem to mind, instead gently grasping your hand in his, (much to your shock) as he begins to lead you to the ice cream shop.

When you slightly stumble (because of course) he sends you a smirk that has you simultaneously wanting to die (usual) as well as the urge to trip him (new!). 

You don’t act on either impulse though, particularly the last one as you see the hint of the affectionate gleam in his eye.

The walk is relatively quiet for the most part, neither of you really being big talkers, but even still you can’t help but feel the familiar tinge of curiosity as you look at him, wanting to know a bit more about him.

“So, uh… what’s… your favorite color?” You ask, before immediately scrunching up your eyes in disgust of how awkward that was.

“...seriously?”

His response isn’t exactly uncalled for, but you can’t help but pout anyways.

“Listen, you try being in my shoes, this is hard.”

“Didn’t seem hard when you wrote that letter.”

You want to laugh at his remark, for many reasons that you’re not quite sure how to explain to him just yet, so instead you shift gears.

“Speaking of, how much of that did you read?”

He gives you his signature poker face, but the twinkle of amusement in his eyes has you regretting asking.

“Not too far, just enough to get to the part about the “shimmering teal” of my pupils that “sends your heart racing”, supposedly.”

You’re not sure if you want to curse out Suki for her fixation on physical appearance or punch yourself for your penchant for melodrama, but you have enough hatred within you to do both.

 “...is that so?” You question in a voice distinctly higher than your usual pitch.

He doesn’t even attempt to hold back the breathy laugh that escapes him.

“God, you’re cute.”

It’s a miracle that no one has notified the local fire department of the burning embarrassment that’s raging within you, strong enough to probably burn down half the neighborhood had it been able to escape from the confines of your cheeks.

At least this time you didn’t say “you too.”

“Is it fun for you? Torturing me?” You question rather bitterly.

“Most people would love to be “tortured”, as you say.” He says, more so matter of factly than arrogantly, but it still makes you raise a brow.

“..so why me?” You can’t help but ask.

He turns his head towards you, face unreadable like normal, which is still as intimidating as it was before he asked you out, and reaches his hand out to poke you in the forehead, to which you scrunch up your face on instinct.

“‘Told you already… you’re cute.”

“So are “most people” who approach you!” You protest, despite your face flushing.

“Maybe they were.” He says nonchalantly. “But I have my reasons.”

“Which are…?” 

He looks at you, seemingly considering, and you almost lean in to hear him speak, until he replies.

“... I’ll tell you next time.”

You gape at him slightly, both annoyed that he just curveballed you and flattered that he wanted to go out with you again.

“You’re too good at this.” You complain as you see the building of the ice cream shop.

“Or you’re just too receptive to me.” He shoots back, seemingly relishing in the way you stumble through the conversation.

“N–not to you, to everyone.” 

“Sure.” He replies, rather generously, dropping the subject in favor of grabbing onto the front door to the shop instead, allowing you to enter first as he holds it open for you.

The interior of the shop is actually rather cute, vintage in an American 50’s diner way, complete with the checkered floors, bright colors and non-functioning jukebox sitting in the corner collecting dust from its underutilization.  

“Thank you… and wow.” You whisper as you come inside, Sae trailing in after you. “This is so cool…”

“I had a feeling you’d like it.” He says, and you can’t help the smile that slides on your face when he says that.

“I didn’t realize you were so thoughtful.” 

“Probably because you were too busy getting lost in my shimmering–”

“Anyways! Is that ice cream? I love ice cream!” You fluster, moving over to stare at the glass counter and examine the flavors.

He laughs, and you can’t help but flush despite yourself, the low pitch of his voice sending your heart racing.

You elect to ignore him in favor of cooling your heated cheeks, stammering out your order to the amused older woman who looks fondly on the two of you, Sae following with his order close behind.

When he pulls out his wallet to pay however, you panic, voicing your objections.

“Wait, you don’t have to pay for me!” You protest.

“Aren’t you supposed to be running my pockets clean?”

He asks, raising a brow, ignoring your protests and handing over his yen to the cashier without a second thought.

“That’s not– I mean, I didn’t say–” 

“Besides,” He cuts your stuttering off smoothly. “I asked you out first, so it's only fair.”

“Then I’m paying for the next one.” You say determinedly before realizing what you’ve just implied, your face flushing yet again.

The lady behind the counter coughs in an attempt to cover up her laugh, but you can already feel a steam of embarrassment burst out your ears.

Sae just shoots you a smirk, smug that you’ve walked straight into his trap and you, for the first time, send him a glare, the type you would send Naomi.

To his credit, despite you not wanting to give him any, he takes it like a champ and the smug look stays on his face even through both of you receiving your orders and taking a seat.

You can’t help but perk up at the sight of your ice cream, a happy smile lighting up your face as you take a bite, an enthusiastic hum escaping your lips.

Although, you’re quick to stop your antics when you notice him eying you amusedly, deciding to avert your eyes to the table and act like a sane, rational human being.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He says, to which you shake your head, flustered.

“...stop looking at me and I’ll consider.”

“Easier said than done.” He remarks, to which you feel your cheeks warming.

“...you don’t need to exaggerate.” You murmur, taking another bite of your ice cream.

“I wouldn’t in the first place.” He says stoically. “You look good.”

Your heart excuses itself from its usual job pumping your blood to do an enthusiastic tap dance routine, complete with a hat tip and a cane pop.

“...too good.” He murmurs to himself, not noticing your flustered face. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question, moving past your own embarrassment.

He shakes his head, taking a bite of his ice cream. “Nothing, just dumb jocks.”

You raise a brow at him to which he scoffs, understanding your insinuation.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You say innocently before switching the topic to his earlier words. “Did your teammates do something?”

He sits there silently for a second swallowing his bite of ice cream before speaking. 

“They’re just… annoying; they need to keep their mouths shut.”

“Yeah? Did they say something about me?” You press slightly, both curious about what his teammates could have said to set him off as well as slightly insecure.

“...it’s not that they were talking badly about you.” He says, in what seems to be an attempt to comfort you. “It’s just…”

He trails off and you look at him, a hint of an idea on your mind on what he’s trying to get at, but you’re not sure if you have the confidence to actually say it.

“It’s fine…” You say, shooting him a reassuring smile. “I think I get it.”

“Do you?” He asks disbelievingly, but lets a small smile slip on his face. “...I’ll say that you definitely caught their attention.”

“That sounds even more anxiety including.” You reply with a small laugh.

“I’ll put it this way then.” Sae says, leaning in slightly, and you can catch the way the sunlight hits his eyes. “You caught my attention.” 

A warm feeling stirs up within you, and you have to fight to hide the flustered smile that threatens to break on your face.

“...you caught mine too.” You end up saying instead, watching as he blinks, the light hitting his lower lashes like sparkles.

A moment of silence settles around you both, although it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, only for it to burst so delicately as Sae opens his mouth again.

“Yeah I know.” He says, a smirk creeping up on his lips as he looks at you. “Something about how my blush red hair reminds you of roses–”

“Okay! That’s enough of that!” You fluster, panicked.

The conversation continues from there, ebbing and flowing in a way you would have never thought when tasked with the daunting prospect of talking to Itoshi Sae and you discover a few new sides to him too.

One that he’s awfully fond of his younger brother, two, he’s a bit of a sore loser, especially when it comes to tiny things and three, that he’s a lot more caring than you originally had him pegged for.

And after a few hours when the conversation comes to a comfortable lull you both leave the shop, you with the flustered knowledge of your newfound infatuation and him with a considerably more relaxed demeanor than when the date started.

“Should I walk you home?” He offers breezily, to which you shake your head vehemently a grimace pulling on your features.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say. “I don’t need you meeting my brother and having him embarrass me.” 

“You seem to do that enough on your own.” He points out, to which you shoot him a glare.

“And who’s the guy who likes me despite that?” You shoot back, to which he smirks.

“Me obviously.” He says, a hint of pride in his tone that leaves you feeling warm inside despite your want to stay annoyed with him.

You feel a smile pull on your lips as you turn to him with a sincere tone in your voice. “...I had a good time today, thanks for taking me here.”

He’s slightly taken aback by your shift in tone, and an unfamiliar flush blooms on his face, something that leaves you equal parts amused and amazed.

“...I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” He eventually says.

You have half a mind to tease him, but decided with the way the universe hates you that you should keep your mouth shut in fear of the wrathful vengeance of karma.

“Me neither.” You say instead, giving him a small smile, hesitating for a while before hopping on your tiptoes and planting a kiss on his cheek.

His face turns an interesting shade of pink at the gesture and you can’t help but laugh at the look on his face as you spin on your heel to leave.

“See you at school, Sae!” You call out with a wave as you start to make your way back home, a happy pep in your step even if he doesn’t respond, too preoccupied with his own embarrassment.

(And if you trip slightly on your way back, skinning your knees slightly… well you suppose you could live with that form of karma.)

#blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi #sae x reader fluff #itoshi sae x reader #gender neutral reader #Maruki is BACK #one day I'll write a persona 5 fic and my demons will be satiated #theres not gonna a part 3 though... respectfully

[softwebss]

top notch flirting . peter parker

♡ synopsis: peter parker flirting with his gf

♡ warnings: fluff, extreme teasing

♡ a/n: omg hihihihi loves!!! this is dedicated to naz aka the best writer ever @flecioues as a ty gift cos she gave me the best peter parker ff ever to exist and i love u naz sm ur the best!!!

a familiar voice called out from behind the door.

"hello? anybody home?"

peter said with a teasing grin, as he knocks, waiting patiently for an answer. "is one of you y/n, by any chance?"

you were reading a book, but you leapt out from your peaceful spot on the ground, yelping, "I'LL GET IT-" her father, tony stark, beat her to it, opening the door with a bemused expression. "peter? what are you doing here, kid?" he asked, slightly concerned. peter looked back at him with a smirk.

peter chuckles, blushing slightly, "oh, it’s you, tony. as for why i’m here, i’m here to see her…" he says with a sly grin, as he points to you.

tony raises an eyebrow, "is there something... going on here?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and your secret boyfriend.

peter looks over at tony with an amused grin, as he puts a finger up to his lips with a sly wink.

"don’t worry, i’ve got this." he whispers to you, as he gives you a wink, with a slight grin.

he puts a finger up next to his ear, signaling for her to not worry as he smiles at tony and gives him a slight wave. you facepalm. "I'm totally dead, man..." you murmur under your breath.

"wassup between you two?" tony says, chuckling as he leans over the counter to chat with pepper.

"just having a casual talk, mr. stark!" peter yelps, flushing, then turns back to you, "well, love, is this chat just friends?," he says, before he starts to tease her, "or is it something a bit more… romantic?" "pETER!" she yelps, flushing and swatting his arm away.

peter laughs at the comment, "what? i was just asking a simple question, sweetheart."

you snort, "a battle to see who does something stupider"

peter laughs. "oh, come on! have i really been that stupid?"

he says, as he gives you a teasing, playful push with a slight wink, "and besides, if we want to get in a competition about doing something stupidly..."

he says with a grin and a chuckle.

"...i'm sure i'd win easily." you smirk.

his eyes go from tony to you, as he puts his finger on his lips with a sly wink and a grin.

he leans close "and what makes you the master of stupid?"

he asks with a smirk as he crosses his arms with a slight grin as he gives you a small nudge with his shoulder. a flutter went through your stomache, as you leant towards him. "my utter charm and sexy idiocy," you grinned.

peter chuckles.

"oh, utter charm and idiocy, huh?"

he leans in close again "oh, but i have one thing you don't have, love."

he says with a sly wink, as he taps his chest, with a smirk.

"my looks."

you snort at the comment, raising your eyebrows. "by that you mean?" peter smirked at the comment.

"well, it means i definitely have more looks than you do, sweetheart."

he said with a tease, as he puts his hands on his hips and crosses his arms with a sly wink and a smug smile.

you gasp mockingly and puts a hand to your chest, flipping your hair and batting your eyelashes

"and what about moi? I am certainly more attractive than you. and anyway, I have a much hotter fashion sense!" "oh, you really think you should be showing off your fashion sense?", he says with a wink and a mock-pout.

"have you seen what you're wearing, y/n?"

"aha! there you are wrong. in fact, this is your hoodie," you tease, "so technically you own this. and that means this is your fashion sense!"

"you just had to remind me that i gave you my hoodie, didn't you?" he says with a teasing grin.

"peeeetetteeerrrrr- I wooooooonnnnn," you smirk, in a sing song voice.

"all right, you win." he said in a mockingly sarcastic tone. "happy? you're the master of stupid fashion sense, sweetheart."

he says with his hands on his hips with a slight grin.

"heavens, what are you two doing in my tv room!?!" tony yells from across the couch, grinning at the lovebirds.

you jolt up, realising you were so close to peter that your noses almost touched, your cheeks burning red.

peter chuckles at the comment. "oh, uh nothing, just having a talk with your favourite daughter, tony."

he says with a sly wink and a grin.

"why, what's it look like?"

"PETER!"

#peter parker x reader #fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel

[manjirot]

off limits // imaushi wakasa

— you were already off limits the moment he laid his eyes on you.

cw // reader is a bit of a airhead, sex worker and psychic, smut, drugs, murder, degradation, waka is jealous asf and tatteddd.

sn // reader is 21 and waka is in his middle 30s.

“FOR FUCK SAKES!!” Rinshiro screams out, “fucking whore scratched me up! My face is a bloody mess!”

“C- calm down, Rinshiro, sir! Mr. Imaushi is on his way as we speak!” Chino, the bartender says nervously.

Rinshiro, who’s face looked like a cat got a hold of him turned around and looked at Chino, making him gulp from how horrified his face was. “I should go back there and kill that stupid bitch.”

“No way!” Chino yelled, “I understand your frustration but you gotta understand you broke our number one rule Mr. Rinshiro… hands off all the girls.”

Rinshiro gritted his teeth.

“Boss, I think we should leave. Dude is right after all…” Rinshiro’s underling said.

Rinshiro clicked his tongue, “are you siding with this fucker??” He then reach behind his pants and pulled out his glock pointing it at Chino.

The girls that were out of their rooms witnessing the chaos ran back into their rooms in fear.

“Do you know who the hell you’re talking to?” Rinshiro shouted. “I’m fucking Rinshiro!!! Leader and Founder of Rage Hounds.”

“Yeah yeah, we get it..” a calm voice enters the building. Rinshiro turns around to see the owner, Wakasa. “can you be respectful and use your inside voice? I am running a business here… and stop aiming at my bartender, you’re gonna make em shit himself.” Wakasa says.

Rinshiro chuckled and lowered his gun, “I was just kidding,” he said, putting the gun away.

“I doubt you were kidding with how fucked up your face is,” Shinchiro says, who’s following behind Wakasa.

Rinshiro grunted but held his composure, “well, aha, one of your girls did this.”

“Tell me more.” Wakasa said, “why would one of my girls attack you so brutally Rinshiro?”

“You should ask that crazy bitch that!” Rinshiro replied.

Wakasa steps closer to Rinshiro, “but I’m asking you… why would my girl attack you?”

Rinshiro stepped backwards a bit, intimidating by Waka’s cold glare. Rinshiro took a deep breath, “I may have struck her first but I have a damn good reason for it Waka,” Rinshiro said.

There was silence for a least ten seconds.

“Oh okay,” Waka says with a smile, “since there was a good reason I’m sure we can work something out then.”

Rinshiro grinned and looked back at his nervous underling, “I’m just stressed about what ima tell me girl back home when she sees my face.”

Waka smiled softly, “tell her this…”

WHACK— and just that quick, Waka knee’d him in the face. Chino could’ve sworn he heard something crack. Waka then grabbed a fistful of Rinshiro’s hair, “tell her you were here trying to get your dick wet and got clawed I’m the process.” Waka then punched him in the gut, making him spit out.

Rinshiro fell to the floor and Waka stomped him harshly all over. Shinchiro stood behind watching the show and took out a cigarette to lit up. He found it amusing.

Waka stopped kicking and kneeled down to the now unconscious man, “you’re a disgrace… and if you ever come back disrespecting my business again, i will kill you.” Waka spat on him and glanced up at Rinshiro’s now terrified underling, “get your dog shit boss outta here..”

“Y-yes, yes sir!” The underling rushed to his boss and quickly got him up off the floor and exited the building.

Shinchiro chuckled, “you should’ve let me handled that youngin’.”

“Pft, as if…” Waka said. He took a cigarette out his pocket and walked up to Shin, letting him light it up.

“Chino.” Wakasa called. Chino was paralyzed from seeing his boss in action for the first time, “Chino!” Wakasa called again, “ah, yes sir?”

“Take us to the girl,” Waka said and Chino nodded, “follow me sir.”

Chino led Waka and Shinchiro through a dimly lit hallway in the back where the girls slept and did their business.

Some girls peeped out their rooms and was in awe. “It’s Mr. Imaushi; he’s so sexy; who’s that with him?;

Chino stopped at a door, “this is it,” and opened the door. Chino stepped aside and allowed Waka and Shin to enter. “So… this is her?” Waka asked.

The battered girl sat in a fetal position in the corner of her broke down bed and opened her eyes when she heard unfamiliar voices. You instantly grabbed the broken glass that was beside you and aimed it shakily at Waka.

“St- stay back!!” You said with a shaky voice, “I’ll carve out your face if you come any closer!”

Waka took a step forward… “I’m fucking warning you!” You screamed.

“Y/n, calm down!!” Chino said, “this is Mr. Imaushi, he owns this place.”

You looked at Chino then at Waka, “you’re… you’re the boss?”

“Sure am baby,” Waka said, “I heard what happened so I came to check on you.”

Your lips began to tremble and you slowly laid down the glass, Waka walked over and sat down on your bed. “There’s no need to cry, daddy’s here now.” His strong arms wrapped around you and you cling to him like your life depended on it.

“I was so scared… I couldn’t breathe, I- I thought I was going to die.” You sobbed into his silk button up shirt. He caressed your hair, “shhh, shhh. It’s alright now pretty girl.”

Waka examined the room and it was completely a mess. Broken glass everywhere, blood here and there, mainly on the bed, the bed was might as well say broke.

She has bruises all over her … busted nose and lip, defensive wounds on her arms. And even bruises around her neck. Bastard was trying to strangle her to death.

Waka held you closer to him at the thought of you being killed by the likes of Rinshiro.

He’ll come back for retaliation once he’s better… she’s not safe here. Hm, that leaves me no choice then.

“I’m taking her with me.” Waka says out loud.

Chino eyes widen, “pardon me sir.”

“I said she’s coming home with me, get all her belongings packed and meet me outside in five.”

“But sir, she’s our best girl! The ratings will go down for sure once everyone finds out she’s no longer here!” Chino protests.

“Fuck ratings. She’s coming back with me and that’s final, find the second best girl to replace her since you’re so worried.” Waka replied.

There’s no second best though — “yes sir, Mr. Imaushi.”

Wakasa then picks you up in his arms which startles you a little, “hope you don’t mind being carried around like this,” Waka says to you.

You’re dumbfounded for a bit then looks away, “I don’t mind,” you say shyly.

Waka softly smiles at you in his arms then looks back at Chino, “I don’t have all goddamn night, Chino!”

“Uh right sir! I apologize!” Chino rushes and packs all your things up as Waka walks out with you in his arms.

“So you girls wanna guess how big it is?” Shinchiro teases a few girls then suddenly sees Wakasa walk pass the room with you in tow.

“Shit, what are you doing Waka?” Shinchiro rushed out the room.

“What does it look like?” Waka asked.

Shinchiro grumbled and looked back at the girls that seemed to be waiting for him, “say Waka? You don’t mind if I-”

“Knock yourself out,” Waka said to Shin.

As Wakasa was carrying you, you were listening his heart beat. Nothing else, just his heart. So warm… he’s so warm. This warmth… is so calming.

Waka makes it outside where it’s ice cold drizzling. He looks down at you to see you’re fast asleep.

Seriously… she’s out cold. She’s an interesting one for sure.

#tokyo revengers #anime #tokrev smut #tokrev fic #tokrev wakasa #wakasa imaushi #imaushi wakasa #wakasa imaushi smut #fanfic #shinichiro sano #wakasa smut

[drpoisonoaky]

Whoa she has fallen deep

They realize how deep Katara has fallen for Azula. Because they simp for each other a lot.

Suki.

Suki needs to vent with someone. She loves her job, truly but sometimes…So when she saw Katara sitting there she knew she could help her. Katara is a great listener.

Even though it was weird she wasn’t looking at her at all. “I feel the new girls didn’t have discipline.”

“Aha” 

“Okay that sounds like she is answering in automatic and what she is looking at” As she followed Katara’s gaze she saw Azula and Ty lee talking. “Maybe it’s a coincidence”

Seeing Ty Lee there only reminded her why she was mad with the girls. “They only want to learn chi-blocking. And yes being able to chi-block is helpful but you have to train every day.”

“Absolutely” 

“She’s definitely answering in automatic but let’s check just in case”

“Where are they going to learn to fight mongoose dragons with their bare hands?”

“Right” Suki was astonished, Katara was really that disconnected. “Or how to fly.”

“Yep” Suki didn’t even know what else said to her. “Whoa she has fallen deep” 

“Absolutely” replied Katara without any question by Suki. 

“I had enough,” Suki thought. “TY LEE, AZULA COME HERE.” as she yelled that Katara broke her trance. 

“At your service boss” said Ty Lee as soon as she and Azula came close, while she made a military salute. 

“What do you want?” Azula replied slightly annoyed. 

“I want to have a conversation with Katara but she can’t. She only looks at you and answers in an auto pilot.”

As she heard Suki Katara blushed “Hey, that's not true. I-”

“Oh now she can say non affirmation sentences.” At least she wasn't mad with her girls anymore.

“Don’t blame her, I'm gorgeous.” declared Azula smirking.

“Kyoshi have mercy.”

Sokka.

Azula and Zuko were training for a while, well Azula was playing with Zuko because she already trained today and Zuko got along with it. 

Sokka knows nothing about firebending, but he knows he needs her sister’s help. The same sister who only looks at those without even noticing him. 

“Katara'' No reponse. “Maybe she didn’t hear me”

“Katara?” Nothing. 

“Earth calling Katara” Nope. 

Sokka looked at her closer. “Let’s taste the water’s” 

“I think I’m going to kill a bunch of kids just for fun.” And still, no response. Sokka was starting to worry but then, as Zuko hit the floor loudly, he realized she was focused on what Azula was doing “Whoa she has fallen deep” 

So he knew he had to bring the big guns.

“AUCH WHAT WAS THAT FOR??” 

“My old buddy never fails,” said Sokka after kissing his boomerang. “Stop looking at her, clean your droll and help me to move these boxes.”

“I wasn’t looking-… I was trying-…I WAS DROOLING.” Katara said, completely blushed.

“Your girlfriend lies way better.”

Toph.

Toph sensed Azula as soon as she entered the room, but what she sensed the most was the backflip Katara’s heart did.

“Sugar Queen, I think you’re having a heart attack.” 

“What? No. I’m cool, totally chill.” 

“Why are you talking like your brother?” questioned Toph. 

“I do not sound like Sokka”  

On the opposite side of the room Sokka was chatting with Zuko and Azula. 

“But I said to him “No bro, I’m cool, totally chill” and he believed it.” Call it perfect timing.

“I am blind not deaf.” As soon as she said that, Katara started to defend herself, as if Toph said anything to attack her. She was only worried.

“Well your “abilities” must be failing because I’m perfect.” 

“What is wrong with her”

Toph didn’t sense Azula approaching.

“Of course you are perfect” 

“Oh Hey- Hi- What’s up?” replied Katara blushing and like she had forgotten how to speak.  

“Is she really that bad? She was fine 5 seconds before Azula…” As she realized this Toph started to smile mischievously. 

“Are you plotting something against me?” Ask Azula joking.

“WHAT NO” Katara said quickly and loudly.

So Toph decided to play a little bit once she knew her friend wasn't going to die “Her sweetness here was doubting my “abilities”.”

Azula tilted her head while looking at Katara “And you said I am the weird one.” 

“Anyways I was talking to Zuzu and Sokka and they are making me go to the theater today so you are coming with me.” 

“It’s not optional, and we have to wear something nice.” added Azula quickly. After that she got close to Katara and kissed her cheek quickly. Toph senses how Katara’s heart gives a full gymnastic performance “Whoa she has fallen deep”  thought Toph.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Toph asks Azula knowing fully well that won’t happen.

“You should be even asking for one without taking a bath first.” 

“I girl have to try.”

After that Azula was out of the picture. Leaving a speechless Katara.

“Well at least I know why you are suffering a heart attack.” 

“I am no-” 

“Don’t even try.”

Zuko

Zuko was having a cup of tea with Azula and Katara in the gardens. Because it was a great day and Zuko needed advice. 

“And I know I am more approachable than the other Fire Lords, but I like to walk without being stopped all of the time. Mai doesn’t want to walk with me anywhere.” he stopped his rambling and looked at her sister “Are you even listening to me?” 

Azula was with her eyes closed enjoying the sun while Zuko spoke. She actually was paying attention but the sun felt great.

“Of course I am.” said Azula without opening her eyes or moving.

“So?” 

“Don’t stop with anyone anymore. Challenge some of them to Agni Kai.” 

Zuko looks annoyed at her not knowing if she really believes that or she simply wants to make fun of him.

So instead of picking a fight he decided to get a second opinion. 

“Katara?” 

Katara has been looking mesmerized at Azula enjoying the sun like she was the only thing that matters. But as Zuko asks her directly she knows she has to answer something.

“I am Katara.” Even after talking as if her brain didn’t work anymore at all she didn’t look away 

Zuko stared at her blankly. “Whoa she has fallen deep”.

“Great, your pity party broke my girlfriend.” complained Azula while she stopped to enjoy the sun and look at Zuko.

But in that moment, before Zuko could reply, they heard a loud “NO” from Katara when she saw Azula move from her previous position.

Knowing that he wouldn’t get the help he needed and being a little bit angry at these two, Zuko woke up to leave.

“Geez, I get it. I ask Aang. I don’t know why I even ask you two. One is mean and one is drooling over the mean one.”  He looked at them narrowing his eyes and left.

“Were you drooling?” said Azula smirking.

“I’m breaking up with you.” replied Katara, staring at her and pouting.

“Sure but first let’s keep enjoying the sun for a while”

Aang

When Aang asked Azula to teach him lightbending he knew it would be weird. But at the moment she saw Katara sitting near watching them, he confirmed it.

“You know when I asked you to teach me lightbending I didn’t visualize the audience.” 

Azula was finishing her arm wraps, almost ready to train and without looking at him said “It’s just Katara. She asked me to be here. Maybe she didn’t trust us with lightning. The last time we gave her a lot of work.” 

“Only Azula could describe like that killing me with lightning” 

“She also was my waterbender teacher, now I have double pressure” 

Azula was already done when he look at him “It’s just Katara”

“Yeah I know. But-”

“Is it because I’m dating her?” Ask Azula, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean yeah but more in- no- just- Agh.” 

“So for you it is weird that your ex-girlfriend, who still is your friend and now my girlfriend, is watching us training together when I killed you and she brought you back to life?” said Azula looking at Katara. As a response Katara gave them a thumbs up clearly not hearing what they were talking.

“It isn’t for you?” 

Azula looked at Aang for a second and shrugged 

“I have to deal with hallucinations of both of my parents. This is a walk in the park compared to that.” Aang stared at her, surprised that she talked about that with him. 

“Plus if you have lived in an Iceberg for a century you can deal with a bit of awkwardness. “ she added after that. Then she started to walk to the center of the training facility.

“I guess you’re right.” 

“I usually am. Let’s start.”

Azula turned out to be a good teacher and after a while he could create a little lightning.

“LOOK SIFU AZULA IS A LITTLE SPARK.” It was little and weak he made it. 

Azula looked at him with a little smile. Aang was happy and his happiness was contagious.

“If I was Ozai I would make you increase that until it wasn’t embarrassing to look at, even though it probably breaks you today. But I am not. So we shall continue tomorrow?” 

Aang looked at her slightly worried, “I can’t fathom what that man did to her…Wait, has she asked him to continue tomorrow?” 

“It  would be my honor sifu Azula”

As soon as Aang was done with her bow Katara appeared as she was in a hurry.  “Maybe she’s going to scold me”

“Hey Kata-” but when Aang looked at her he realized she never intended to talk to him. “Is she angry?” 

The good thing is Azula looked just as confused as him. But before he can ask her what’s wrong she starts to speak looking at Aang.

“So are you done? You are done. Good. Nice flame Aang.” 

“Did she just say nice flame? We don’t…what was she looking at?!” Aang was more confused at every moment.

Then Katara looked at Azula and the rambling started.

“Azula, you were great.. The best. Who would have thought you trying to help makes you look so h- makes you a great individual…makes you-”

Azula looked confused at first but then she was smirking. 

“Whoa she has fallen deep” Aang thought, looking at Katara when she stopped “speaking” and only stared at Azula .

“Azula, let's go now.” 

“Of course as a great individual it is my duty to help. See you tomorrow, Avatar.” Then they disappear from the Avatar line of sight. 

“Well at least I know how to produce a little lightning.”

Ty lee 

Ty Lee was walking around the palace going to see Suki. When she stopped and saw Azula was training. She was an ass sometimes but her fire was something beautiful. If it wasn’t against you obviously.

“Oh hey are you looking for Suki?” Katara was leaning against a pillar. “She probably was watching Azula,” concluded Ty Lee.

“Yes, well I know where she is, so I was going to” Ty Lee stopped herself when she saw a big blue flame surrounding Azula creating a circle.

“Even after all these years, watching her training is astonishing” said Ty Lee watching Azula, then she turned to Katara “It is crazy because I have seen her millions of times. For some time it was like a routine”.

Katara looked at her with a weird look. So Ty Lee thought “Shit I make it weird” 

“Not that I want to watch her like that anymore. It is just a memory. I mean her bending is still beautif-” As Ty Lee kept talking and Katara’s face was even weirder. “Okay maybe I should just shut up. Is it awkward? Of course it is I mean we dated and we have so good memorie- Nope I’m not talking anymore ”

“Agni please help me”

“Oh no Ty Lee is fine, it’s not awkward, quite the opposite. You know Azula, I love to hear more stories about her from an external source plus you two are friends, well you are my friend too. I mean not that clos-”

“Well at least she also is rambling. Is that part of Azula’s type?”

As if she was invoked by Ty Lee’s thoughts, Azula appears next to her. 

“So now I am a show? Maybe I should join the circus” she had a playful smile on her face.

“So I would get the chance to burn your safety net?” Honestly that was water under the bridge but teasing Azula is funny. Well, when she isn’t in a killer mood.

“I would never put one there at the first place, that’s for cowards”

As they started to bicker Katara only was staring at Azula with that expression. Ty Lee still hasn’t figured out what that gaze means until.

“She was looking at her as she was the best thing in the world, so that’s why she gave me that look she wasn’t jealous she was proud” So when Azula turned back to Katara, Ty Lee paid attention to Katara's gaze and only could think “Whoa she has fallen deep”.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #azula #katara #fire siblings #azutara #kazula #sokka #suki #ty lee #past tyzula #toph #zuko #aang

[jujumin-translates]

Sakuya Sakuma | [SSR] Mankai Crepe | A Crepe Bouquet

Citron: Good afternoon, Madam! You seem in a good blued today~!

Fukatsu: Ooh, I think you’re trying to say, “in a good mood”! You’re still as funny as ever Cito-chan.

Citron: Thank you!

Citron: By the way, Madam. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?

Fukatsu: Ah, right, right, I have an acquaintance who runs a crepe cart. They usually hire students to work, but…

Fukatsu: They’re having staffing issues because all those kids are going to be unavailable because of exams.

Citron: Oh, that sounds like a problem!

Fukatsu: That’s why they’re looking for people to help fill in for the time being.

Fukatsu: Hey, Cito-chan, do you know anyone who could help? You must have lots of friends and acquaintances, right?

Fukatsu: You’ll be paid for it, of course, and there’s a training period, so there’s no need to worry if you don’t have experience.

Citron: If you are the one asking me to do it, I must accept, Madam! I will talk to everyone at the dorms about it first.

Fukatsu: Thank you so much! By the way, the shop name is--.

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Sakuya: Ah, Citron-san!

Citron: Oh, Sakuya! I thought you were working until this evening.

Sakuya: It was pretty calm around the shop, so we closed up at lunch. That’s been happening a lot lately.

Sakuya: Where have you been, Citron-san?

Citron: Having tea with one of the madams I know! She was asking for some help.

Sakuya: Oh, really? I hope she can get that help soon…

Citron: I need to talk to everyone else about helping! I want to talk to you and the others when we get back.

Sakuya: Got it!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kazunari: Mh~, this pear crepe is supes tasty and good! The line in front of the cart was like, crazy long, but it was totes worth it~!

Banri: I usually just get stuff from the regular cafe, but this sweet potato chai latte is real good and spiced too.

Izumi: Wow, they all sound so good. I’ll have to go sometime.

Sakuya: We’re home.

Citron: We are home!

Izumi: Welcome back.

Sakuya: Waah, those crepes look really good!

Kazunari: They are! I swung by a crepe shop on my way home from uni and got ‘em~.

Kazunari: There was this super cute, inste-able cart and they all looked supes good! There was major hype around that place!

Sakuya: Now I kinda wanna go there too…!

Kazunari: BTDubs, the shop’s name is “Epoch de Crepe”--.

Citron: Aha! That is exactly the shop!

Izumi: Huh?

Banri: What is it?

Citron: I need to talk to you about that crepe shop!

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Kazunari: I getcha~, so that’s why there was a poster on the side of the cart looking for part-time workers.

Izumi: From what I’ve heard, that place is pretty popular, so being short-staffed is a big problem. I’d love to help out myself, but… could you guys do it?

Citron: It was one of the madams’ requests, so of course I will!

Citron: But I heard that they need around three people to help, so I am not enough.

Sakuya: Well then, let me help too!

Sakuya: My part-time jobs haven’t been very busy lately, so I think I should be able to do it.

Citron: Thank you, Sakuya. That will be much help!

Banri: That said, can you guys really help out at a crepe shop?

Citron: You can count on us! I will be able to handle anyone in line!

Sakuya: I do customer service and cashiering at some of my regular part-time jobs, and I’m sure I'll be able to adjust my shifts, so I’ll be fine.

Banri: Nah, it ain’t just about the customer service part…

Citron: Anyway, two is not enough. So I must find someone else!

Kazunari: Ah, wait a sec, RonRon!

Kazunari: I think Setzer said earlier that he’s relatively free right now. So maybe he could help out…!?

Citron: It would be berry helpful if you came, Banri! I would like it if you joined us!

Banri: Well, whatever. You ain’t gotta worry anymore.

Izumi: Well then, I guess we’ve got our three!

Banri: Yep.

Sakuya: I’ll do my best!

Citron: Now that it is decided, let us do our best to bring in even more customers than the usual workers~!

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Citron: Hello! We are the people Fukatsu-san sent to help.

Sakuya: We’ll do our best!

Banri: What he said.

Shop Owner: I’ve been waiting on this, so I’m really thankful for the help! Let me start by explaining the schedule.

Shop Owner: I don’t think you’ll be able to make the crepes right away, so you’ll just be in a training period for a while--.

Citron: Eh?

Sakuya: Make?

Banri: Ugh… I told you we wouldn’t be able to do this.

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Sakuya: …Alright, so, there’s a training period, but I wanna get good at baking the crepe batter as soon as possible.

Sakuya: So, that’s why I wanted to ask for your help with making the crepes, Omi-san. And also why I wanted your help with tasting them, Juza-kun…

Omi: I see. Well, how about we make them together then?

Juza: I’ll help as much as ya want if ya want me to.

Izumi: I can also help out!

Sakuya: Thank you so much, guys!

Sakuya: Anyway, I got this utensil for spreading the batter. They call it a rake.

Izumi: Wah, how professional!

Omi: Nice preparation. Well then, let me borrow that from you for a bit, Sakuya.

Sakuya: Yeah, of course!

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Omi: Hmm… it’s not quite up to the quality of something you’d sell, but how’s this for now?

Sakuya: It’s amazing! I never knew you could make something like that in such a short amount of time…!

Izumi: The thickness of the pastry is even and it’s at the level of something you’d find in a shop!

Omi: Haha, thanks. Now, finish this one off with some fruit and cream…

Omi: And, done. Here, try a bit of it.

Sakuya: Lemme try!

Juza: ! ‘S’incredible.

Izumi: It’s so fluffy and delicious!

Sakuya: It’s really tasty and it’s got a good balance of pastry and filling…!

Omi: Well then, you ready to try, Sakuya?

Sakuya: Sure! I’ll try my best to get the same outcome as you did!

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Sakuya: Whoa, it was too thin and I ripped it! And the other one was a little too thick… uuueh.

Omi: Seems like the rake is a little tricky to handle.

Juza: The thick ones are good ‘cause they’ve got more to ‘em, and the thin ones are good ‘cause they’ve got more fillin’.

Juza: But if you’re gonna sell ‘em, guess they’ve gotta have a consistent thickness.

Sakuya: Yeah…

Izumi: How about we look up some tips online? Maybe we’ll find a method that works well for you, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: Ah, no, I’m gonna call it here for today!

Omi: Already?

Juza: We can still help ya, y’know.

Sakuya: Thanks, but you guys have already done enough! I’m gonna go out and look for some crepe shops in town and study from pros.

Sakuya: I’d be glad to get your help again next time I practice!

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun’s enthusiasm is so admirable…!)

Izumi: Got it, good luck with your search. See you later!

Sakuya: See you!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Ah, seems like there’s another food truck crepe shop just like “Epoch de Crepe”…!

Sakuya: (It’s amazing how fast their hands are working. And the batter isn’t sticking to the rake at all.)

Shop Worker: Welcome, sir, would you like to order something? If so, the menu can be read there…

Sakuya: Ah, sorry for staring! Actually, I was just…

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Shop Worker: I see. So you want to see the making process?

Sakuya: Yeah, I was really impressed by how you were handling the rake. Sorry…

Shop Worker: No, I appreciate the compliment. I can give you a few tips if you’d like.

Sakuya: Eh, are you sure?

Shop Worker: We’re in a low-traffic time right now. Actually, I also struggled with this at first.

Sakuya: Really…!? Thank you so much, I’ll do my best to learn.

Shop Worker: No problem. Alright, first, for using the rake…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Shop Worker: …And make a point like this.

Sakuya: That was so helpful! I’ll definitely practice this again by myself. Thank you so much!

Shop Worker: It’s nothing. Good luck with making delicious crepes.

Sakuya: Thanks!

Shop Worker A: Thank you for waiting. Here you go.

Kid: Wah! This crepe looks like a really pretty flower!

Mother: Fufu, it does.

Sakuya: …

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Sakuya: …What do you think?

Omi: It’s very nicely baked.

Izumi: The pastry’s thickness is even all over!

Juza: Tastes just like somethin’ you’d get at a shop.

Sakuya: I’m glad…! The tips I got from that shop worker were really worth it!

Omi: I’m glad you found a technique that works for you, Sakuya.

Sakuya: Me too! But I still need to work even harder to make ones that are even more delicious!

Omi: Haha, make sure you don’t overdo it.

Juza: We’re supportin’ ya.

Izumi: And good luck with doing the real thing, too!

Sakuya: Thank you!

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun seems like he’s got some confidence now. I’m glad he got so good at making them.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Shop Owner: You’ve gotten so good that I don’t really have anything to say in terms of things to practice! It’s time for the real thing today, so let’s keep up the good work.

Sakuya: Yeah, let’s!

Customer A: Hello. Are you taking orders?

Sakuya: Yes, go ahead!

Customer A: Umm, then I’ll get a pear-apple mix and…

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Customer B: It’s so good~!

Customer C: The thickness of the pastry is perfect!

Sakuya: (I’m really glad the people who are eating the crepes I made are saying they’re delicious.)

Izumi: Are you taking orders, sir?

Sakuya: Yeah, of course!

Sakuya: …Huh, Director!? And Masumi-kun!

Izumi: Hehe. We came here to get something to eat as soon as we could.

Sakuya: Welcome!

Masumi: …Why’s Sakuya here?

Izumi: Huh!? I thought I told you we were coming here to eat because Sakuya’s working here part-time!?

Masumi: I only listened to the part about going on a crepe date with you.

Sakuya: Ahaha…

Izumi: Alright, which one do you want to get, Masumi-kun? I’m getting this one with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.

Masumi: I’ll have the same then.

Sakuya: Coming right up! I’ll get started on your order as soon as possible.

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Sakuya: Thanks for waiting. Your fresh strawberry and whipped cream crepe!

Izumi: Waah, it looks so good! …Wait, huh?

Izumi: The ingredients are the same, but is the shape of the toppings different from the sample…?

Sakuya: So you noticed? I tried arranging the strawberries to look like a flower.

Sakuya: When I was at the shop where I was given some tips, I saw a little girl who was super happy because her crepe looked cute like a flower--.

Sakuya: And since you came all the way here, I thought I’d arrange your crepe to look like a bouquet, Director!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choose!

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Option 1: It’s pretty.

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Izumi: It’s so pretty! Almost like a real bouquet.

Izumi: I’d better take a lot of pictures of it before I eat it. …Fufu, the pictures are so cute, I’m sure I’ll be looking at them again soon.

Sakuya: I’m glad I could make you smile with the crepe I made. I mean, you’re always lovely, but you look really, really cute right now, Director!

Sakuya: Ah…! Sorry, I didn’t mean to say you were cute!

Izumi: Ahaha, it’s a little embarrassing since I’m not used to being told that. But, I’m glad.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Option 2: It’s well-made.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: It’s really well-made. It almost seems like a shame to eat it.

Sakuya: The recipe wouldn’t be the same as the one from this shop, but if you ever want to eat one, I can always make something similar for you at the dorms, Director!

Izumi: Ahaha, really? Well then, I’ll eat this one freely.

Sakuya: …How is it?

Izumi: It’s really good! It has a gentle flavor.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Really? I’m glad then!

Masumi: …You’re talking to her too much.

Sakuya: Ah, s-sorry. I’ll go make one for you too, Masumi-kun!

Izumi: Ah, right! Do you want yours to be like a bouquet too, Masumi-kun? It’d be really cute and it’d match with mine!

Masumi: Matching with you… Sakuya, make me the same.

Sakuya: Hehe, coming right up!

#a3! #a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #citron #banri settsu #omi fushimi #juza hyodo #masumi usui #// so i only just realized yesterday that i never actually finished tl’ing this #i’ve deduced that it’s because i got into aitsf while tl’ing this causing my brain to be taken over by kaname date entirely #i apologize to both you guys and to sakuya for that

[movedmovedsoup]

I AM ON MY KNEES RN BRO PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER ROBIN FANFIC 🙏 Preferably one with like angst ykyk. Like where the reader likes Robin but he won’t admit he likes her too. But then in they end up together somehow 🫶

YOU KNOW IT BAE🫶🫶🙏🙏 YOU ASKED AND I DELIVERED🙏🙏

‘likewise’

Robin Arellano x gn! reader! PART 1!

it had always been you three, you, finney, and robin. well before finney had come into the picture, it was just you and robin. robin and you. the two of you were attached at the hip from the very beginning of time. you lived in the same neighborhood as him, just four houses down from his. your mothers were best friends and as children, you two would have play dates. because your father wasn’t exactly present in your life by choice, as a child who couldn’t be left alone when your mother went to work. you stayed the early mornings and late afternoons with either uncle arellano or ms arellano. and of course, with robin included. robin was in every class with you, from kindergarten to now. during elementary, he met a kid named ‘finney blake’ around the fourth grade. and from there on out, getting introduced to him the three of you were a trio. never to be broken or separated. you all never really seemed to clash together, finney being the peacekeeper, robin the protector, and you being a mixture of the both but mostly acting as the voice of reason between the two boys if one or both were in and out of their heads. it was 1978, the semi-end of the school year, splat in the middle of april. it was nothing but rain this month, at the time you were laying on the warm and comfortable bed. reading some novel you kept on pushing back to read for a while now. considering your bed was pushed against the wall you had the perfect view and sound of the rain doing its rhythm of pitter pattering against the sidewalk and window. it had seemed to definitely put you to a calm, curling into the knitted blanket you owned as you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier with every breath. it was like nothing could seem to disturb the peace you ha-

“thwack!”

immediately you shot right back up from the previously relaxed state of comfort you were in. fear quickly catching inside of your heart as you hurriedly whipped your head around the room to see if anything had fallen. until another thud was heard. it had finally hit you, it was at the window. grumbling curses under your breath, you slid open the window poking your head out only to get hit with a pebble to the corner of your mouth. “oh shit-“ you heard a voice say. immediately looking down the original patience you had immediately turned to irritation. “robin?!” you practically screamed out, hand reaching over to rub the slightly stinging spot of your mouth. right there, down below the window was none other than robin arellano. he gave you a crooked smile knowing he was definitely in for a scolding. “aha…yeah..it’s me..! er…the one ‘nd only..!” he sheepishly called out. as you were about to slam the window shut on him you noticed the red stains around his hands and arms. it didn’t take you long to yell at him to go over to the front door despite his protests for you to somehow magically throw him up to your bedroom, which was on the second floor.

running down the carpeted stairs, fumbling over your feet as you did so, mother was over at work doing some double time which left you alone. either way she didn’t mind robin at all, of course she didn’t. as you swung open the door as expected, the boy in the flesh was leaning on the door frame. balance getting slightly tilted as you swung the door open. looking at him and his open wounds with a scrutinizing look. before letting out a sigh and allowing to roll your eyes at the boy. he knew how much you hated him getting hurt. often flying into a semi-rage and cussing him out like there was no tomorrow whenever he got into a fist fight for some stupid reason, finney often of times having to shut the both of you up. but this time, you were silent, silent as you could be of course. pulling him into the living room he was so familiar with as you locked the door. directing him to sit down on the sofa, you quickly placed a towel down on the furniture as he was sopping wet. grabbing the supplies you needed, you sat across from him with a visible frown. the frown that made his heart sink almost. but of course only as a friend right? friends cared about each other like this right? yeah, yeah they did. “so.” you started off, giving him a sharp glance as you tended to a ugly looking cut on his shoulder. “so.” he mumbled back, mimicking the rolling eyes, only to be cut off by you giving him a harsh shove. as he yelped out in surprise you demanded a explanation to his wounds, of course you know how he got them, you just wanted to hear the conformation from robin himself. “robin you seriously need to quit with this shit! do you not understand?? you go to me because your own mother hates seeing you beat up and two inches close to de-“

“hey-!” he quickly cut you off furrowing his brows, “i wouldn’t say two inches close to death technically moose blacked out mid way so i won.” he explained with a proud smile on his face, but seeing the expression you had on your own made it quickly wash away. with a guilty sigh he lowered his head, reaching his uninjured hand over to your arm, rubbing the side of your shoulder as if to reassure you. he wasn’t sure why he did the things he did, well his actions and the way he acted with you to be exact. whenever the two of you walked home from school he’d always shove you to the, in his words: ‘safer part of the street’ and always judged harshly at the boys you liked or the boys that liked you. or did little actions that brought him comfort, so he did the same actions to you, in hopes it’ll bring you some sort of comfort as well. and much to his luck it always did. he noticed how your shoulders slumped from the tensity you were feeling about him originally, letting the soft spot you had for the boy show. you nodded slowly, trying to wrap your head around the boy’s thought process as per usual, he allowed his hand to move upwards just the smallest bit, tucking away a stray strand of hair you had, giving a slight smile to you in return. a few minutes passed and you were almost finished up with everything he busted. the last thing was the gash on his lip. for some reason you could practically hear your heart quicken as you inched closer to get a better look, and felt relief when your heart didn’t just jump out of your chest as you tilted his head closer with a gentle nudge. when you were younger doing these up and close wounds definitely weren’t as nerve racking and panic inducing as they now are.

it seemed like the both of you felt that way. as robin tried to keep his eyes from looking anywhere else but admiring you. from the lampshade, the tv that wasn’t even turned on, the tacky rug. anything really. he had felt relief for just a moment as you announced you were finished. he let out a breathy laugh, one of nervousness as he could feel his face heat up. as the two of you semi-pulled back from the close range it suddenly went awkward and silent as if you both were waiting for something. in a way, you had come to accept the feelings you had for robin, testing the waters as you slightly shifted yourself forward, closer to him. eyes closing in anticipation. robin on the other hand..he wasn’t exactly..the most open with his feelings. part of him wanted to reel himself away from you while the other wanted to stay put. it only took a few seconds to realize nothing was going on as embarrassment tackled you like a coat. quickly opening your eyes as robin lowered his gaze, shaking his head ever so slightly. “uh…i gotta go y/n..my ma is probably wondering where i am..” he mumbled quietly. not even able to look at you in the eyes as he got up, a flash of feelings just washed over you as you quickly sprung to your feet. following him with furrowed brows. but suddenly, just the look he gave you once he saw you going after him, it just made you stop. letting out a sigh, you nodded and sat back down on the couch, already trying to block him out of your mind as you cleaned up the place. once hearing the door shut, you couldn’t help but to be overcame with emotions. he’s lead you on for a whole year now, with the stolen glances from across the room, how he would carry you place to place whenever you complained the slightest about your legs hurting, grabbing your books and holding them for you without even asking, hell he even took care of you once when you were practically on your death bed sick. even though it was a flimsy job. not to mention every friday you’d go with him to the drive in, it alternated between the two of you choosing movies. those little gestures seemed more than bittersweet now.

he’s been leading you on and on and on and all the sudden you get this? this in return? you could practically feel your heart turn more and more into shambles as you just sat there, on the couch staring blankly across the room. trying to process whatever the hell just happened. it wasn’t long before your lip started to quiver and tears threatened to spill out. you really fucked up now.

that was six months ago.

hello!!! i hope you all enjoyed this little part one of a request !! because i know i did😭 it’s definitely refreshing to write something more on the sadder side. and once again I DONT PROOFREAD! we die like men💪

#the black phone 2022 #bruce yamada #the grabber #finney blake #robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #robin the black phone #finney the black phone #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #bruce yamada x reader #gwen blake #vance hopper x you #billy showalter #angst with a happy ending #wonton writings #two part fic

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Zelda: According to the ancient texts, the legendary hero has always appeared initially in as one of these roles; a knight, a farm hand or a blacksmith. He also usually resides in some kind of forest area, so that's where we're going to look next.

Gerudo Link: *Rolling his eyes* Going by that logic should we also check the skies as well if we're going for any hero sightings in the last... Oh I don't know, 100,000 years or so?!

.......Cut to a small village in the edge of a forgotten forest........

G!Link: You seriously think that one of your 'legendary heroes' is going to be here?

Zelda: Just shush and help me look...

Villager: *Approaches them on a chestnut mare with a white mane and tail* Are you two lost?

.....The villager is a young man around the age of the fabled hero with a sword strapped securely to his back....

G!Link: Got any heroes around here?

Villager: None who would be taken with any measure of seriousness, why?

Zelda: Aha! But there's one!

Villager: you're free to look around. Just don't cause trouble.

......The villager leaves leaving the two to look around....

G!Link: So I asked around and the villagers had some pretty interesting things to say about our friend with the horse.

Zelda: Go on...

G!Link: Well for starters he protects this village from the surrounding monsters.

Zelda: mhm...

G!Link: He works on the local ranch using his horse to help with the herding.

Zelda: mhm! Mhm!

G!Link: The sword he carries he forged himself.

Zelda: That's it! He has to be the legendary hero we're searching for!

G!Link:...the legendary hero YOU'RE searching for...

.......They approach the villager in question.....

Villager: can I he-

Zelda: *cutting him off* I do believe I have finally found one worthy of wielding the blade of evil's bane!

Villager: What are you-

Zelda: No no. There's no need to be modest about it. I've been searching for one with the hero's spirit for some time now! And out of everyone who I've encountered you fit the bill entirely!

Villager: Umm... *Looks to G!Link who offers no help*

Zelda: What's your name? Oh who am I kidding you're obviously named Link!

Villager: I'm not-

Zelda: Come, there's been enough time wasted already we must move to collect the Master Sword and awaken you to the powers that lie within the hero.

G!Link: Zelda... Maybe let the guy speak?

Zelda: Oh, right... Say your piece hero.

Villager: I don't think I'm who you're looking for...

Zelda: But you're the perfect match! A young warrior who protects the people with the spirit of courage!

Villager: What?

Zelda: Your name's Link... Is it not...?

Villager: No... My name's Daniel... If you want Link he's at the ranch.

....Zelda goes to the ranch....

Zelda: I'm here to see Link.

Ranch owner: Uhh.... Sure, he's over here.

....The ranch owner walks over to a blonde hylian boy who's brushing a goat...

Ranch hand: Well Link, you've got a visitor.

Zelda: *Rushing to the blonde* Link!? Oh this is great I knew visiting this village wasn't a complete loss.

Ranch owner: *Laughing* Your highness. The boy isn't Link.

Zelda: He... Isn't?

Ranch owner: No! Link's the goat.

Zelda: WHATT!?

....Cut to the inn....

Zelda: *wrapped up in a blanket sniffling* So far... So very far... A five day journey... FOR A GOAT!!

G!Link: you know... Link, The Goat of Legend has a nice ring to it.

Zelda: *Throws a pillow at him* Oh shut up you!

G!Link: You could always try convincing the other forest guy with the dog again.

Zelda: 🥲

-🦆

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AJFKSLJEIWOAJGKDLSAIHEOWTJFDKSAJFDLSAGKHDAS LINK'S THE GOAT I AM WHEEZING

"Link, The Goat of Legend has a nice ring to it" JFIWOAJTEKWAJFDSIOAJF I LOVE GERUDO LINK'S SASS

This is amazing XD XD XD Exactly the kind of chaos I'm looking for with these gremlins

#you ask skye answers #lovely duck anon #this made me laugh so freaking hard riewoajrkdslajfioe #thank you I needed that #forsaken au #skye time travels through the queue

[peachiecure]

Character introduction: Larissa/“Cure Jump”

~Basic info~

Name: Larissa Frausto

“Alter Ego”: Cure Jump

Age: 13

Birthday: September 22

Hair color: Brown (w/ red ombré as “Jump”)

Eye color: Brown (Blue as “Jump”)

Larissa is a girl from another world who happens to visit from time to time. She holds the ability to transform into a magical girl known as “Cure Jump”. She is a side character in Project: SFA.

Larissa is a very shy and awkward person. She often is seen to be either panicking, not able to put out words or trying her best to do what is asked of her. Coming from another world, her surroundings here seem to fascinate her in a way as if she has been observing from the outside for a long time. In her free time, she seems to like to draw and play video games.

Her “Alter Ego”, Cure Jump on the other hand is much different in personality. She is strong willed, brave, leader-like and overall a joy to be around… she fights with the power of fire, along with a few other new tricks up her sleeve that she learns from Mario as they protect the kingdom at times. Though… there seems to be something behind those blue eyes of hers.

For more information on Larissa & Cure Jump, including more details and voice claims, please visit the side blog @nintendoprecure for her intros there~

A Precure? What’s that?

For my non-precure fans here, it’s a magical girl franchise. If you’re familiar with the concepts Sailor Moon or Cardcaptor Sakura, it’s pretty similar. Hopefully you don’t need to know that much about the franchise to understand the concept. A lot of precure fans like to make OCs, and that is where Larissa is from. So yeah it’s another project of mine. Larissa transforms and fights for what’s good with the power of her transformation device! (Which is a 3DS aha) She pops into SFA every now and then. You don’t need to dive deep into my other project though to understand her role in SFA, so I hope she is still a fun character to SFA’s overall story and lore. Just know that she pops in every now and then, helping out the best she can!

~Relationships~

Mario: “O-oh— I need to talk about Mario? U-um— he… he talks much more than I imagined… I’m so used to hearing reused voice lin— I MEAN from what I’ve heard from others!! He’s very nice!! I’m… I’m not good at socializing… at all. He seems to care about me though… I-I just feel that I’m to… incompetent to be standing by his side. He always tells be how I do such a good job as Jump but… I’m n— I mean, yeah I’m… Jump… but— sigh, never mind.”

Peach: “I could cry. I gonna cry. I-I can’t just cry?… she’s everything to me… seeing her in front of me physically of course I’m going to cry!! SHE’S MY FAVORITTTEEEE…. MY QUEEN…. And she’s so nice to me too I’m crying. I-I’m sorry I’m crying. I can’t help it. Little kid me prayed for moments like this… oh my gosh—“ (the rest is incoherent, we cannot understand her through her sobbing)

Sweetheart: “Finding out that Peach and Mario were married was one thing… but finding out they have a child… was something else entirely. I didn’t know how to process that information— my ship— I mean I’m very happy for them!!! Sweetheart herself is a very sweet little girl… well… she’s currently 10 but her behavior is very pure. Sometimes I think she looks up to me like an older sister which… I-I am an older sister in my family but I— I don’t feel like one. I’m cowardly, but she somehow finds the good in me when I’m around and wants to do things with me… her parents have explained the… situation with her powers, so I do have to keep an eye on her just in case anything happens.”

Luigi: “… I like Luigi, he… he really understands me when I can’t really get words out of my mouth… or… or when Mario drags the two of us somewhere impulsively as we’re both worrying… it is also surreal seeing him talk in front of me… oh my good they’re real the Super Mario Bros. are real and they’re in front of my oh my god. I’m gonna explode….”

Daisy: “Daisy has so much energy that she really overwhelms me— but not in a bad way! I really like her I’m just… I-I just like to take things slower and stuff. She’s a wonderful princess! She really cares about her friends and she would definitely fistfight a god for them!…”

Rosalina: “Mario brought me to the Observatory once and… it felt very weird to be able to breathe in space— where I’m from you— you can’t do that you’ll die. I got to meet Rosalina and the Lumas, and I really had a nice time with her. She’s gentle and made sure I felt comfortable and safe in her home… even read me a few stories from her iconic storybook that surely the soundtrack— I mean the music that so happens to play around when she reads— has not made me cry! Not at all!—“

Flame: “Flame is a new face I met upon coming here. I’ve never heard of his Kingdom at all. He seems like a nice kid who just wants to have fun with his friends. He-he’s very panicky, like me, so I— I relate a lot with him. He seems to always fight with Aqua and… I can’t blame him on that. Aqua… is… something… I just find it a bit odd how he always does what Sweetheart says?… I-I hope he’s only doing that because he wants to be a good friend…”

Aqua: “… C-can I tell the truth?—I-I don’t currently like him. I hate sounding mean but— he reminds me of someone from school with his spoiled attitude and I just can’t stand how he constantly arguing with Flame… there’s still a-a lot I don’t know about him, so I am open to change my view on him. It just seems like he isn’t willing to tell anything besides what he wants us to hear… and I don’t want to pry… I won’t say it to his face though, that’s just mean… he hasn’t really DONE anything to hurt me yet so I wouldn’t talk back… not like I ever would in the first place… he’s royalty…”

Toadsworth: “Toadsworth started calling me Master Larissa after one battle and… I cannot get used to the title. I am no master at… anything. Unless it’s crying, I’m… very good at that… ahaha… ha….”

~Rumors~

“Yeah I’m… I’m not related to the Mario Bros… I-I don’t know why that’s such a popular rumor… I’m not even Italian… ahaha… w-wait who thinks I’m related to Mario—? Is it because of my brown hair?— o-or how I’m small?… I’m simply just learning alongside him… because of Ju— because I’m a magical girl!…”

And that’s it for Larissa’s intro! Next will be… well, a certain jester…

#project sfa #larissa frausto #cure jump #peachiecure art #intro post #super mario #smb #super mario bros #art #precure oc #pretty cure oc #fancure #nintendo precure!

[blackr23]

🐥💭[240302] 12:45 AM KST Oh right Seungminnie, for the first time went to a fashion show It looked really cool ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

🐥💭[240302] 12:47 AM KST Me and Hyunjinnie "What should I do there..." (Seungmin) asked us ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Do you know what I told him?

🐥💭[240302] 12:50 - 12:53 AM KST “Hey. Don't worry. You'll be fine, ung!" "Dance with your manager!" ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ There's music there, so ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏ In my head I imagined them dancing ᄏᄏㅋ Ung, Seungmin would never do that

🐥💭[240302] 12:55 AM KST With Jeonginnie we said 'Do you think the maknae would dance?' ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

🐥💭[240302] 12:57 AM KST I? Me Are you asking me? just by looking at me Don't you think I would? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

🐥💭[240302] 12:58 - 1:05 AM KST Yes, but Is essential ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I = Fel(ix/eel -feel-) Fel + Soo (Essential) = Essential It is not like this ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏ oh No Felixsoo (essential) ᅳ soo (essential) = Felsoo (Fel + essential) Ah! I wrote it wrong Felixsoo ᅳ Lix = Felsoo Ackㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Ignore that

🐥💭[240302] 1:06 - 1:10 AM KST y/n ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Ha.. Should I leave bubble? ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏ It's because I'm so embarrassed. ᅲᅲ I'm kidding Well not the first time Let me show you BaBokkie (pabo -dumb- + yongbokkie) ᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏ

🐥💭[240302] 1:11 - 1:13 AM KST Don't tell me oguoguogu, y/n Aha Really [Sticker] Sorry Who are you? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ It's fun?

🐥💭[240302] 1:14 - 1:15 AM KST y/n you are so pretty Do you like it? Is that so? Oguoguogu, our y/n Is that so?

#bubblefelix #felix #lee yongbok #stray kids #bystay