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#waaah i’m soft now ._.
ticklish-n-stuff · 22 days
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Heya!^^ How about something with ler mitsuya and lee takemitchy with the scenario we discussed in discord where he's being measured for his toman uniform? You can include your favorite boi mikey too if you like, really just go nuts with it and do whatever you like! Also, just wanted to say I really love talking to you and you're one of my favorite people to chat with! You're so freaking sweet and I'm really glad we're friends! 💖
Measurements
WAAAH IM FINALLY DONE MWAHAHAHA!
Mitsuya was very fun to write, I hope you likey :3
RAAH I LOVE TALKING TO YOU TOO, YOURE GONNA MAKE ME SOB WITH YOUR SWEETNESS💖💖💖
VIRTUALLY TACKLING AND HUGGING YOU
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Takemitchy x Mitsuya (interpret as you wish)
Lee: Takemitchy
Ler: Mitsuya
Warnings: Tickles!
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It was finally time, Takemitchy could explode from excitement. Today Mitsuya would take his meassurements for his very own Toman uniform!
“Okay, now stay still and stretch your arms out a bit” 
“Hai!!!” Okay maybe he was a bit too excited, but it’s not everyday one becomes an official member of one of the lost well known gangs.
Mitsuya rolled his eyes fondly as he got to work, taking out the tape meassurer and bringing it across Takemitchy’s waist. 
“Eep?!” a squeaked escaped the blondie, his body almost tumbling. 
“Hmm? Something wrong?” Mitsuya asked with his usual eerily calm nature, but this wasn’t the first time he’s gotten such a reaction. Still, he played it cool for now.
“No!! Not at all. Sorry, continue!” with newfound determination, Takemitchy vowed himself to stay as still as a rock. Despite how much it might tickle… maybe he didn’t think it through.
Everytime Mitsuya’s fingers would stray a wee bit too close to one of his sensitive spots, he’d squirm and giggle like a kid. Careless fingers caressing his side, poking under his arm, brushing down his spine. His defense almost faltered when he felt a sharp squeeze at his hip. 
“WAH?! M-Mitsuya!” that one was definitely on purpose, the ‘younger’ boy thought as he cried out to his senior. 
“What? Don’t tell me you're ticklish” the older boy gave a playful smirk, making Takemitchy’s face flush.
“Maybe a bit…” the blonde mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“Just a bit? Seems pretty bad to me” Mitsuya teased as he quickly scribbled up and down Mitchy’s sides. As an older brother, and just a calm menace in general, he was practically a pro when it came to tickling.
“Huh?! Wait! Wahahait! Nohoho! Mitsuya!!” Takemitchy shrieked, arms trying to desperately protect his sides. Sometimes he’d switch to try batting Mitsuya’s hands away. Either way, it wasn’t that hard for the older teen to maneuver around him. Evil fingers latching onto the blonde’s ribs and vibrating vigorously. 
“EEK! STOAHAHAP!” Takemitchy all but screeched, his brain going haywire with how overwhelmingly flustered he felt.
“Does Mikey know about this? I’m sure he’d be pleased to learn about this weakness of yours~”
The way Takemitchy’s face dropped in pure fear was absolutely golden. It took some willpower on Mitsuya's part to not laugh at him. Oh how fun it always was to mess with the new kid. 
“PLEHEHEASE DON’T TELL HIM- GYAH! MITSUYA, NOT THEHEHERE!” poor Takemitchy’s knees gave out as Mitsuya found the soft spot at his belly. His fingers kneading at the sides, scribbling along his lower belly, even poking at his navel that would never fail to make him squeal each time. 
“Pff- Okay, fine you crybaby” Mitsuya held back a snicker as his tickly fingers stopped, watching in amusement as Takemitchy curled up on the floor like a kitten. Gasping for air as if he went through the most intense workout of his lifetime. 
Once the blonde caught his breath, he looked up at Mitsuya with pleading eyes “For the love of God, please don’t tell Mikey”
Before Mitsuya could respond, they heard the click of a phone, prompting both of them to look for the source of the sound. 
“Too late, CryMitchy~” Mikey was peeking through the door, phone in hand, having recorded the whole ordeal. He stuck his tongue out before running off, Takemitchy’s laughter echoing from his phone.
“Wait! Mikey, come back!” The blonde desperately went after his leader, not like he’d ever catch up to him but hey, one can dream. 
Mitsuya smiled fondly to himself and the silliness of the situation, that was until he realized, he never finished getting his measurements… Oh well, maybe next time. Hopefully with less distractions. Well… he wasn’t making any promises. 
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Been looping Mitsuya's character song while writing this, his voice is very 👌
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robotsamirite · 6 months
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CHINESE PHILOSOPHER CLONES MY BELOVED
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IVE HAD THE CONCEPT FOR THIS GUY SINCE J U N E AND NEVER DID ANYTHING, YET HES SOOOO SILLY AND I LOVE ALL THE CHINESE PHILOSOPHER CLONES WEVE BEEN GETTING SO I JUST HAD TOO
I don’t like his clothing colors yet waaah I’m too tired to think abt that rn
so pretty much this is Lao Tzu!! He’s a Gen 1 clone who was friends w/ the og Confucius clone, yet once they all got unfrozen and found out that that clone seemingly was nonexistent, he instantly was all “you’re my friend now, we’re having soft tacos later” to Confucius, to which obviously that idiot dying for friendship immediately was fine with it!! I just thought it was silly cause
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Lao Tzu and Confucius met on several occasions actually! And I thought that was pretty neat :]
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(^Concept art for anyone who cares lmaoo)
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unofficialmuilover · 8 months
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ONCE IN A LIFETIME
Once in a Lifetime by One Direction
Another One Shot based on One Direction Song. I was a huge fan of One Direction back in old days. waaah.
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SANEMI X KANAE 
Once in a lifetime It's just right We make no mistakes Not even a landslide or riptide Could take it all the way
“You’re so strong Sanemi” Kanae cooed at the now blushing white haired Hashira, as much as the wind pillar tried to keep his cold exterior, Kanae’s soft and gentle voice has always make his knees buckled. 
She giggled at the sight of Wind Hashira who tried hiding his tomato red face but failed miserably. “You’re so cute Sanemi” She compliments him, smiling brightly as she gazed upon him from where she is sitting. 
They always meet up to spend time together. Today was their off duty and decided to bond at Wind Pillar’s Estate. They have been sword sparring for a little while before Sanemi told her to rest while he continue to train by himself.
She couldn’t help but sat in awe as she watches the Wind Pillar trained. Very impressed and proud to what he had became now.
“Shut up” Sanemi grumbled, looking anywhere but her adorable face. Her smile has an effect on him. ‘You make me weak’ Sanemi said in his thought. Though, he’s not going to admit that. He was happy and contented to what they have right now and nothing could take it all away.
Somehow, it feels like nothing has changed Right now, my heart is beating the same Out loud, someone's calling my name
It sounds like you
When I close my eyes All the stars align And you are by my side You are by my side
“Sanemi!” Kanae yelled as she rushes to his side after decapitating the lower moon head. He took a blow for her, his chest was bleeding profusely and at the sight of his blood flowing has driven Kanae crazy. Repremanding him for being not thinking. “You shoudn’t have done that” she scolded him while she tend to his wounds, Her pale purple eyes gazed on his wounded chest with worry as she gently dab the wet clothe on his skin to wash off the blood. 
“It doesn’t hurt” Sanemi mumbled, keeping a strong façade as to not make the Flower Pillar worry more but Kanae can see through him, she knows the throbbing pain he was feeling right now and it sent a pang in her heart, her love is in pain because of her. “It should have been me” She whispered softly, she doesn’t want to see him in any pain specially because of her. 
“No!” Sanemi objected, pale purple eyes narrowed at the girl he loves though she wouldn’t look at him, her head hang low. How could she face someone who heroically and unselfishly got hurt because of her.  
Sighing, he gently pull her chin up to face him. He gave her a sweetest smile, a smile that he rarely show, making her heart skip a bit “If I’m going to make a choice, I would do it all over again. Even if I’m putting my life in line for you” He murmured softly, he wouldn’t hesitate to lay his life down for you.
Once in a lifetime It's just right And we are always safe
Not even the bad guys in the dark night Could take it all away
“I.. uh.. “ Kanae couldn’t muster a word, her heart is beating fast, she tried to hide her flustered face from Sanemi but hold her still, not letting her get away from his grasp. He didn’t want to hide his feelings anymore, he wanted to be with her, where it just feels right being in each other’s arm.
Seeing Kanae loss for words, Sanemi cupped her face, stroking her delicate cheek before tucking her hair behind her ears and smiling softly at her “I love you Kanae and as long as I can have you by my side, I’ll always protect you with my life” Nothing could ever come in between for his love for her not even a demon and he promised her that.
“Kanae” Sanemi gently nudge the red-face flower pillar who seems to be still in shock, who would have thought that Sanemi would finally confessed to her. His heart is pounding as he anxiously anticipate for her to speak. Seconds feels like eternity before she recover from her initial shock, she smiled widely at him throwing her arms around his neck to pull him for their first kiss. A soft quick kiss yet a sweet loving one that weakened the Wind Pillar. 
“I love you too Sanemi, you know I’d do the same to you” Kanae Murmured softly.
Somehow, it feels like nothing has changed Right now, my heart is beating the same Out loud, someone's calling my name
And it sounds like you
“KANAE!” Sanemi shouts, bewilderedly wide eyes upon seeing his lover’s body who was laying in her own pool of blood. Heart beating fast as he rushes to her side, pulling her cold body close to his chest, blood was spilling everywhere. Everything in his surrounding have muffled. Nothing else matters except his preciously lover in his arms and he had lost her.
When I close my eyes All the stars align And you are by my side You are by my side (you are by my side) You are by my side
He let out a gut-wrenching wail as he hold her close. Tears streaming down his face as let he out another strangled sob, his shoulder is trembling, lips were quivering as he try to form as word “W...hy?!” 
Nothing seems to make sense as he held her close to him, He struggled to breathe as another sob broke out. No amount of tears can ease up the excruciating pain he is feeling now. How could she?! Why must she stay true to her words? Why save him?
Once in a lifetime you were mine
Kanae Kocho, Once in a lifetime, you were mine. I love you
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“I can be me around you” for the fluff prompts….. :D
waaah thank you for sending in!!! i actually meant for this to be shorter but got carried away.... mainly bc i enjoyed writing matt's no good bad little day. but thank u again for sending in!! i had fun :] | prompts here (feel free the send in still!)
pairing: matt/val
word count: 1500 (exact!)
summary: every small thing has made matt's day suck. val reminds him of the small things that make it better.
It’d been a real shit day. The type of shit day where everything that could go wrong will, where it makes a person feel like God’s got it out for ’em with every single inconvenience thrown their way.
Matt had run way later than usual to work, getting caught up in traffic and people walking far too slow on the sidewalks. He’d forgotten the lunch Val had so kindly packed up for him the night before. They were out of coffee in the office, and he wasn’t about to pay for one today no matter how tired he was, whether it was with his own money or Foggy’s (who he knew would have been willing to get him one, no payback required). He’d misplaced a few documents, which typically wouldn’t bother him, but they were in none of the usual places Matt occasionally decided to misplace one. Then he had to search far longer than usual for them, only to find them in a desk drawer he never placed paper documents in, and couldn’t begin to fathom how or why he had put them there. 
Eventually, the clients for the day started to roll in, and one of them wore such a strong perfume it made Matt’s head hurt before she had even gotten through the door. Even Foggy complained of a mild headache long after the lady had left. And for the rest of the day, of course, that made every little sensory issue flare up. The construction blocks away that he’d been filtering out for weeks made his headache worse, and seemed just strong enough to make it feel like his teeth were being rattled. His suit felt too tight as he hunched over his desk, and the suit underneath that one made him feel hot and sweat-sticky. With all of that going on, Matt didn’t even want to think about touching the snacks he kept at his desk, leaving him to go the rest of his afternoon without anything but water and a painfully empty stomach. He had been nearing his limit, and he knew he had been getting audibly snappy and irritable to the others around him. Once he heard himself sneer in response to an inoffensive question Foggy had asked about an important date coming up, Matt decided it was time to quit for the day.
And the bad day just seemed to keep going on into his evening. Despite the amount of cars around, it took Matt ages to successfully flag down a cab, which felt like an extremely unfunny cosmic joke. He didn’t want to take the subway if he didn’t have to, and he was too achey and bothered at that moment to go swing back home on his billy club or run across rooftops, especially when he needed to save his energy to go on patrol later that night. Everything was still too loud in the car– the arguably soft music, the quiet voice of the driver with far too many failed attempts at conversation before it became clear to him Matt was not going to talk, the hush of the heat blowing out of the vents.
The real cherry on top had been stumbling on the sidewalk he had walked over thousands of times and knew like the back of his hand when walking up to his apartment. He didn’t even fall, but the mildly hurt pride on top of all previous frustrations left him digging his fingernails into his palms as he entered the building.
To sum it up once more, if it hadn’t been clear already, Matt’s day had just been shit.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Val says, eir fingers gently tracing and running over Matt’s chest. “Sounds real rough.”
Matt nods his head, sighing quietly. He was now lying down with Val in bed, having just finished recounting his day to xyr. He still felt crumby, especially after he had snapped at Val earlier in the evening over something small and stupid. It was so dumb, and he hated hearing the displeasure in their voice when they told him to go cool off by himself for a few minutes. Still, Val had asked Matt to tell em what was up after he settled, and now he was being held in their arms and being allowed to complain.
“Yeah,” Matt replies. “I’m sorry again for being so short with you.”
“S’okay, you already apologized to me. No need to a second time.” 
“I know, but I still wanted to say it again.” Matt turns so he can properly face Val, moving his hand up to cup eir face. “I’m glad you like me enough to stick by my side, Val. How’d I manage to be so lucky?” he says, a small grin creeping onto his face. 
It was honestly a thoughtless, sweet, throwaway compliment, so Matt’s ears perk up when he hears Val make a small hum in reply, thinking of an answer.
“Well, if you want me to be truthful,” Val starts, taking a small breath in then laughing. “Sorry, sometimes I get shy when it comes to sincerity. Well,” they take another pause, then force themself to continue, “I can be me around you.”
All Matt can do is let out a gentle oh when he hears that.
“You know how to put up with me. You put up with a lot of me. I know you’re sorry you got snappy, but you know how snappy and bite-y and mad I can be about dumb stuff too, even without being tired or something. I– Not that I think I’m only that, mind you… I like to think I’ve got more to me than that, too,” Val jokes, but their voice becomes more coy as they continue. “But… You really do let me be myself. You respect my personhood. You let me have all those stuffed toys without makin’ fun of me for it, and you even let some of them spill over into your apartment… You like my style, even if you can’t see it on me.”
Matt’s lips quirk up into a smile again, “With all that jewelry you wear, I can certainly hear it. Sounds like it looks pretty good to me.”
Val laughs loudly, “God. Well, what else… You like to hear about all the things I can never shut up about, and even dare to ask me more about them. You like the music I listen to. You like listening to music with me. You let me pause movies five hundred times when we watch them together. You let me read books I wanna read out loud to you. You let me tell you about all the stuff I write and illustrate. You listen to me on the radio. You let me rant and rave about insane shit. You laugh at my dumb jokes. And…” Val stops, chewing on their lip as they take a moment to consider their next words.
“You let me be sad, Matt. You let me be useless. And upset, and angry, and depressed, and anxious, and terrified, and irrational, unable to just function sometimes– all types of crazy. But you don’t leave me. I know you haven’t been around long enough to see just how bad it– how bad I– can be, it’s only been several months, but… It hasn’t been all that great anyways, and you still put up with all my bullshit and problems, and you’re still here, somehow.”
Matt stays quiet as he feels Val pull his face closer to em, placing his forehead against eirs.
“You take care of me, Matty. I think I’m luckier than you are by a mile.”
For a moment, everything is still.
“I don’t put up with you, just so you know,” Matt says softly. “I care about all of you. Of course I’m still here– I’m not so shallow. You’re gonna break my heart if you keep saying things like that, angel.”
Matt can’t bring himself to chuckle along when he hears Val giggle at his last words.
“I mean it. I don’t think you know just how much I care about you– how much I want to take care of you. Because you take such good care of me.” 
Matt can feel as Val’s body language shifts, how they start to shy away from his touch, how they try to become small. Matt refuses to let em and pulls xyr back close to his chest, circling his arms around them.
“Please believe me on that one. You do so much more for me than you realize, darling.”
Matt brushes a few strands of hair away from Val’s face, letting his hand wander down their cheek, then under their chin. He listens to them breathe softly, each breath slow and steady. 
“Do you believe me, sweetheart?”
“… I do.”
“Good,” Matt whispers. He smiles again as he places a kiss on their lips. “I love you, Val.”
He only smiles wider as he hears em say it back.
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jujumin-translates · 4 months
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Event | Ayakashi Summer Festival | Chapter 10
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Izumi: Well then, next up is the awards ceremony.
Izumi: (Since GOD-za is participating in the contest, Guy-san, Hisoka-san, and Omi-kun will be handling the awards ceremony.)
Guy: Understood.
Hisoka: I’ve got the progress notes from Haruto and the others.
Omi: Got the mic over here.
Azuma: We’ll go take our seats then.
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Shift: Good work today, guys!
Azuma: Good work.
Masumi: Nice job.
Misumi: Madoka, what’d you think of our play?
Madoka: It was really good. I could really feel the daidarabotchi’s mysteriousness and his kindness…
Madoka: It gave me some really nice warm feelings.
Misumi: Ehehe, thanks~!
Shift: It was a really great and touching story that made ya smile!
Haruto: It was really MANKAI Company-like too. Overall, it wasn’t too shabby.
Madoka: I knew Minagi-san’s script would be interesting and that his lines would be fascinating and amazing. I’ve really learned a lot from him.
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Masumi: …I’ll pass the message on to Tsuzuru.
Madoka: Yukishiro-san’s performance was also very soft and lovely. I liked it a lot.
Madoka: Masumi’s character was pretty comical, and his interactions with Mikage-san’s kogitsune were really lively and fun too.
Azuma: Fufu, thank you. It’s nice to get feedback like that.
Masumi: …Well, if it was interesting, I guess that’s good.
Misumi: Ah! Omi and the other’s just came out on stage!
Guy: Everyone, thank you for waiting. We will now begin the awards ceremony for the Ayakashi Summer Festival Theater Contest.
Hisoka: The award for making everyone smile goes to… Troupe Peppermint Candy.
*Applause*
Guy: Can the representative for Troupe Peppermint Candy please make their way to the podium?
Omi: Congratulations! Here’s your trophy and prize meal ticket.
Omi: Your performance was very funny and heartwarming.
Peppermint Candy Representative: Thank you so much! We’ll keep up the good work from now on!
*Applause*
Guy: Next up is the script award.
Hisoka: The script award goes to… GOD-za.
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Madoka: Eh…!
Misumi: Yaaay~! That’s amazing, Madoka! Congrats~!
Shift: Wooo!
Haruto: Hmph, well, it’s only obvious.
Masumi: Congrats, Madoka.
Azuma: Congratulations.
Madoka: T-Thank you so much…!
Guy: Can the representative for GOD-za please make their way to the stage?
Madoka: Well then, Haruto-san or Shift…
Haruto: What are you talking about? You’re the one who won the award, so you should go up on stage, Madoka.
Shift: Yeah, yeah! Here, off you go!
Madoka: W-Wah… you don’t have to push so hard…
Madoka: Okay then, I’ll go.
Omi: Congrats on winning the script award! You had a very good and touching story.
Omi: Here’s your trophy and prize bookstore gift card.
Madoka: T-Thank you so much…
Masumi: Madoka seems nervous on stage.
Azuma: Fufu, but he seems happy too.
Misumi: Yeah!
Misumi: (Congratulations, Madoka…!)
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Misumi: Patrolling, patrolling~. Hmm, everything seems fine over here!
Azuma: Well then, please take care of this man for me.
Summer Festival Staff: Yes, leave it to me. I’ll make sure he gets back safe and sound.
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Misumi: Thaaanks.
Azuma: Now that it’s night, more and more people have started drinking, which has made more and more incidents happen.
Misumi: Yeah. But at least the guy who got drunk and fell asleep on the ground earlier was a friend of one of the staff members~.
Azuma: True. Still, we couldn’t just leave him laying there like that…
Azuma: Ah, it’s nearly time for the fireworks to start, so how about we make our way over there while patrolling?
Misumi: Watching the fireworks with everyone sounds fun! I wonder if Director-san and the others are seated already~?
Azuma: I’m sure they are.
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Misumi: Oh, right, Azuma! Thanks for finding the mother and father of those two lost kids earlier!
Azuma: No need to thank me. Did you have a good time with Madoka, Misumi?
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Misumi: Yeah! It was short, but I had a lotta fun! And it was all thanks to you, Azuma!
Azuma: Good, I’m glad.
*Fireworks*
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Misumi: Waaah! Fireworks~!
Azuma: They’re quite beautiful.
Misumi: Yeah, but too bad they started before we could find seats~.
Misumi: Ah, a triangle firework!
Azuma: Fufu, what a rare shape for a firework. I wonder if they’re for you, Misumi.
Misumi: Yaaay, triangle, triangle~!
Azuma: Everyone’s waiting for us, we should get going,
Misumi: Yeah, let’s go~!
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meowzfordayz · 2 years
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OKAYYY HELLOOOO SO I HAVE A REQUEST!! That you could totally ignore if it’s too much! (Cause I genuinely care about you and your health so please take your time cause I’ll be very patient ily /gen)
Maybe some hcs of the Kamaboko trio like coming home from a mission and reader goes to greet them? Or even, they come home to reader sleeping!! :0000 But also, take this into your own interpretation! I’d like to see what you think of this! (Can be fem reader if you’d like I really don’t mind) if this is too confusing my bad I’m horrible at explaining things, also I genuinely had this on my mind every now and then and it’s always like in my imagines before I go to bed 🤩! (Really hoping tumblr doesn’t crop out anything I have trust issues gn)
Anyway, I really love your hcs/oneshots and they always help me go to bed! I want you to know that 💓💓💓 /gen
Hiya: tyvm for your request. 😁 I absolutely couldn’t ignore it: it’s too cute 🤗 — I enjoyed writing it !! Also, your prompt wasn’t at all confusing, nor are you horrible at explaining things !! I’m grateful that you really love my hcs/one shots, and hope this helps you go to bed as well. 🥺 Love, T. 💝
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Author’s Note: requests are PERMANENTLY CLOSED !! Suggestions/thirsts and emergency requests are still very much OPEN. 💗
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kamaboko coming home to you
Kamaboko x Reader
Word Count: ~2,400
CW: canonical violence, explicit language
~faqs~
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Is lowkey disappointed that you’re not immediately rushing out to greet him
He’s tired and lonely and Waaah where’s my warm huuuggg ?!?!?!
“[y/n]-chaaan?”
Not that he expects ✨traditionality✨
You aren’t his house spouse or whatever 😤
Unless you’d like to be a house spouse ?? — he’d obvi be cool w/ that too 🤗
I meeean, having warm food and hot tea awaiting his arrival… 😍
But that’s unfair, bc, like, it’s hard to estimate length of missions ??
Are you just magically supposed to know when he’ll show up again ??
Plus, I hc Zenitsu to be awful about keeping in touch 😆
Not on purpose !!
He’s a total sap
As well as anxious, yanno, so if his partner wanted/needed reassurance during his absence(s), then he’d def empathize w/ them and attempt to barrage them—daily—w/ letters
Buuut he’s also got a lot to process what w/ his consistent state of panic and trying to stay alive
So despite his intent, he often forgets to uhh, barrage you—daily—w/ letters 😅
Thus, you don’t really have any way of anticipating/preparing for him
“[y/n]-chan? I’m hooome,” he shouts again, eyes narrowing at your lack of response
He knows you can protect yourself, knows you might not even be home, but damn it I miss you, “Where are you? [y/n]-chaaan!”
Cold dread sets in when he realizes
Whenever either of you are away for an extended duration, whoever’s home always leaves a note when they go out — just so the other knows not to worry if they return in that gap of going out
There is no note
He can hear someone’s heart beating
Slowly
Too slowly
“[y/n]?!” his voice reverberates harder
The fear in his veins isn’t shocking or thrilling; doesn’t have the same anger or determination as slaying demons; isn’t something he can be coerced, shamed, or inspired into tackling head on
It’s a desperate, treacherous, fogging suffocation
He’s never cared about being on time—about being late—until now
Surely there’d be some semblance of carnage if they’d been attacked ?!
He knows you don’t go down easily, and certainly not cleanly
So Why are the walls intact? he’s running, a soundless pace in case evil—the demon—lingers
And Where is the blood? he swallows nauseously
Who the hell is breathing?
Who the fuck’s alive?
There aren’t many rooms to scout, the faint pulsation guiding him swiftly toward the bedroom
How cruel he sucks in a sharp breath Sacrilegious
Vignettes—moments—of you, of him, together, snag on the edges of his vision
Welcoming the sunrise: soft giggles, fingers intertwined; his eyes open just wide enough to appreciate how effervescent you look caressed by morning’s glow; What’re you staring at, Zeni? “Everything.”
Eating on the futon: you scolding him as he gets crumbs on the kakebuton, him teasing you when you inevitably do the same; piling the dishes haphazardly on the floor soon after; tucking yourself into him for post lunchtime cuddles
Screaming into consciousness: sometimes you, sometimes him; grabbing onto the nearest physical tether, wordless dampness spreading; barely visible, drowning in the presence of moonlight; It wasn’t real, shh, it wasn’t real  “And you?” I’m real “Promise?” Promise, I’m real. I’m right here
He slams into the bedroom, hand on his katana’s hilt, eyes darting frantically
ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?!?!?! 😵‍💫🤬🤯
“Zeni, you’re home,” you mumble, three quarters asleep, one eye gazing blearily at his disheveled form, “C’mere, kept your side warm.”
“YOUR HEARTBEAT.”
You wince at his volume, tiredness dissipating slightly, “Hm?”
“WHY WAS IT SO SLOOOWWW ?!?!?!” 😭
“Mmm, dunno, am zzz, less whine, more snuggle,” you shrug, lifting the kakebuton, entirely oblivious to the tension draining from his stance
Bruuuh Zenitsu’s FUMING rn
Like, you have the audacity to point out his whining when hE THOUGHT YOU WERE SRSLY INJURED/DEAD ?! 💀
*sigh*
“Fine, don’t snug-”
Zenitsu promptly plops himself onto the futon, interrupting you
“Sword,” you grunt
*double sigh*
Zenitsu places his sword beside the futon, crawls under the kakebuton, and clings to your sleepiness: hands molding to your collarbones, elbows, ribs, hips, thighs — checking the small of your back
“What’s gotten into you?” you mutter fondly, your fingers carding through his surprisingly sweaty hair
“I love you,” he whispers
With an endeared chuckle, you kiss his forehead, humming in agreement, “Love you too, Zeni. Must be tired, yeah? S’okay, you’re home. Rest.”
“Alright, [y/n]-chan,” he nods into your shoulder, hands settling on your chest, relinquishing the final sliver of adrenaline from his anticlimactic discovery, yawning, “Rest.”
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I usually hc Inosuke to be a himbo 😇
BUT I ALSO—for this request especially—HC HIM TO BE A PRANKSTER
He def does not announce his arrival, bc that would ruin the opportunity to scare the crap out of you 😈
Tbf, I don’t think he schemes anything elaborate
Mostly entirely just jump scares
Lowkey prob times his returns for morning or afternoon, bc he can’t really scare you if you’re asleep
He’s still a himbo, so he certainly wouldn’t wake you up via scaring
But you’re not an idiot lmao
So you catch on quickly
Now, Ik some ppl develop immunity to jump scares
—My childhood friend jump scared me all the time… he can no longer scare me lol
—Not necessarily bc Ik he’s there, but bc I’m desensitized regardless
Aaand if that’s your case, then hehehe you bet your ass Inosuke tries even harder to scare you
Like, you’ve basically challenged him to a Can-I-Scare-[y/n]-? contest
A one sided contest that you did not consent to participating in 🙃
Again tho, he doesn’t conjure mastermind plans
Nah-
More like he finds shittier and shittier hiding spots 😌
Behind the potted plant in the hallway? “Inosuke. I can literally see you. All of you. Welcome home, by the way”
Under the futon? “You realize your body makes a blatantly obvious Insouke shaped lump? I know you’re there.”
In the washroom? “Oh. You're back! If you wanted to bathe with me, then you could’ve asked? No reason to creep around like a perv. We’re partners, remember?”
Your smoothness absolutely ~infuriates him
Ffs dude 😓
What’s a man gotta do to get a rise outta you ?! 😵
NOT TO MENTION
Ohmygosh ahaha
The one time you decide to hide instead? Perhaps you were at the opposite end of the estate, so you happened to hear/see him coming before he realized you were home ?? BRUH YOU TOTALLY MADE HIM SQUEAL LIKE A BOAR
Poor Inosuke, just minding his own business brainstorming new hiding spots
But he swears something—someone?—is following him
And you’d assume w/ his spectacular awareness and senses that he’d put two and two together
But he admittedly lets his guard down a tad whenever he’s home
Neglecting to consider that, if there’s one place you have an equal advantage of awareness/sense in, it’d be the house that y’all share
So you’re able to shadow him w/o him ever connecting the dots
Until it’s too late 🤭
“ARRRRGHHHdwgifybhvobnsgb !!!!!”
—Bc I feel that keyboard smashing accurately represents his curdling scream 😂
“YOU!” Inosuke jabs an accusatory finger at your forehead, “YOU AREN’T HOME ?!?!?!”
You raise an amused eyebrow
“Nonono, like, you’re home, bUT YOU’RE NOT HOME?!” he’s simultaneously facepalming, willing himself to shut up, and attempting to even out his breath quietly
Ofc, you aren’t fooled in the slightest after his visceral reaction
“I missed you,” you grin triumphantly, thoroughly pleased w/ yourself
“You suck,” he growls
Huffing playfully, you roll your eyes, “Was just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
“But I don’t ever scare you ?!” 😒
Dayum — right into your trap
“You’re not wrong,” you smirk meanwhile, insert Inosuke’s face w/ that maths equation meme as he struggles to understand your double negative
“So it’s one to zero,” he scoffs, arms crossing, “I’m not giving up!”
“IT’S NOT A COMPETITION!”
“IT IS A COMPETITION !!!!!”
🥴
You begrudgingly tug Inosuke into a hug — a compromise and an indulgence
“Does this mean you surrender?” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his hands grasping gently at your hips
“If it does, then you just reciprocated, so that would make this a tie,” you murmur
His grip tightens as he nips at your earlobe, glowering, “Never mind,” he closes his eyes, “You aren’t surrendering,” savoring your proximity, “And neither am I.”
ON THE OTHER HAND
If you don’t develop immunity to jump scares
Then Inosuke actually stops pretty soon after he starts
Yes, it’s hilarious how comically wide your eyes get
How you shriek so loudly that Inosuke swears he hears birds scattering
Your cheeks flushed, fingertips almost trembling, amusingly creative strings of curses aimed at his smug expression
100% the jump scare he was going for 🎯
But no, Inosuke doesn’t enjoy torturing you
Feels just as hurt, if not more, by the fear that flickers momentarily through your stare
So he silently vows to never prank—at least, to never jump scare—you again
Maaaybe he doesn’t tell you about his vow tho… just to keep you on your toes 😉
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Tanjirou doesn’t intentionally have awful timing
He just perpetually seems to return home from missions at ass o’ clock in the morning ?? ⭐️🌙
Prob bc he rushes home as soon as possible
Bc: why wouldn’t he ??
Why would he extend his time spent w/o you ?????
Does it really matter if he gets back at midnight? 2am? 5am?
Regardless of the time: if he’s home, then he’s w/ you 💘
Tanjirou’s an absolute and utter sweetheart, so the first thing he always does is make sure the house is tidy
Not in a passive aggressive way !!!!! 
In a he-wants-you-to-wake-up-to-a-comfy-cozy-neat-living-space way
He’s mastered the art of washing dishes practically noiselessly, sweeping’s pretty quiet, and he’s mindful to wait until his eyes adjust to the soft darkness of being indoors so he doesn’t accidentally knock over/trip on anything while putting away clutter
Buuut #plot twist 😁
You know that Tanjirou’s an absolute and utter sweetheart, so you rarely neglect dirty dishes, usually sweep before heading to bed, and keep clutter to a minimum whether he’s home or not
Bc damn it !!
Just as he feels that you deserve to wake up to an organized household; you feel that he deserves to return from missions w/o having to worry about even more work
—FYI: you both deserve the world 🥺
Not that he ever feels like he has to worry about the house, nor does he ever consider it work to do so
Sometimes you’ll leave him a plate to wash, or a random book to shelve
Bc you also understand that just as you derive joy and pleasure from getting to take care of him, he too derives joy and pleasure from getting to take care of you
“Thank you for finishing the dishes!” you’ll exclaim later, pecking his nose
“It was just one-” he’ll smile brightly, blushing at your adoration
But your gesture—thoughtfulness—never escapes him
The second thing
He always does is walk carefully, soundlessly, to the bedroom
I hc that Tanjirou strips before he lets himself in
Bc he knows how loud undressing can be — gosh forbid his katana slip and clatter to the floor !!
So he removes his outer layers, lays them in a folded pile, triple checks that he’s holding his katana securely obvi shouldn’t leave it completely unattended, and finally permits himself to enter the bedroom
There’s a high likelihood Tanjirou’s addicted to your scent
Specifically: your scent as you sleep
BUT NOT IN A WEIRD WAY ?? 😫
Like, you know that feeling of burying your face in your favorite blanket? Favorite pillow?
The scent of coming home?
Of melting into walls of familiarity? Of knowing precisely which floorboards creak? Or where all the stains on the carpets are? Of safety? Belonging?
—Important tangent: I recognize many ppl may not know that feeling
—And I don’t mean to be insensitive or ignorant to such a reality
Sure, Tanjirou’s grateful to be home
Physically in one piece, sheltered, breathing
And he’s grateful to be home
Emotionally
You are—your scent is—that feeling
Reassuring as spring’s floral notes; sweet as summer’s vibrant tang; promising as autumn’s complex palette; grounding as winter’s clarity
The third thing he always does (after putting his sword down lol) is tuck himself delicately, tenderly, around your inviting warmth
Unless you’re an extremely light sleeper, Tanjirou’s def able to snuggle into you w/o rousing you
If you hog the kakebuton, then that’s fine too, bc he runs hot anyway
Plus, you’re likely to shift subconsciously to accommodate the newfound ~obstacle, creating an opportunity for him to wiggle under the kakebuton ☺️
What he does from here depends on how exhausted he is
If he’s exhausted, then he conks out before he knows he’s conking out 😴
But that’s okay! Bc he’s made it home, and is contently spooning you
What more could he ask for ?? 🥰
If he’s not quite tired yet, then he talks to you in a hushed, affectionate tone
About his mission — duh
About how much he missed you — duh x 2
About how much he loves you — duh x 1,000
Will he tell you everything again when you’re actually awake?
Yup
There’s just something about talking to a loved one as they sleep that’s… calming? Soothing?
A fragile, precious secret between home and the heart
He can totally talk himself to sleep, btw 🤪
Like, he’s the meditation instructor AND the meditator
And, as secret implies
Tanjirou has no way of knowing that, when the roles are reversed, you talk to him too
“You just… you make me happy, Tan,” as you smooth his eyebrows with your thumb, “Stupid, giddy, pure happy,” tracing the curve of his cheekbones, “And… I…” you bite at your lip, confession teetering nervously despite his clearly sleeping form—like telling someone I love you when you know for sure that they can’t, won’t, hear you—“I think I deserve it?”
He squeezes your hip, an involuntarily, gentle touch
And somehow
You just know
If he was awake, then his only response would be
“I know you deserve it.”
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yukina-otome · 2 years
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The two of us wet in the summer: Chevalier 2.0
This is Chevalier's story from JP app summer collection event rewritten in my own sauce. It has the same base but I changed parts of it, because I felt the original was a bit lacking.
You can read the original here: Two of us wet in the summer Chevalier translation
Pls do tell me what do you think of my version of this event.
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On a hot sweltering summer day, Chevalier and I took a holiday from our official duties and visited a beautiful lake on the outskirts of the city.
MC: Wow! This feels so great!!
Cheva: ……..
Unlike me, who stepped into the lake as soon as we arrived, Chevalier sat under the shade of the tree and started reading silently.
(This is yet another proof of his love. Even though he had no interest in playing in the water he took me here. I’m so happy.)
MC: Thank you for coming with me, Chevalier.
The second I said that, my foot slipped and my body tilted backward.
MC: waaah!
A big splash echoed with my scream as I fell on my back into the water.
(I can’t believe I showed Chevalier such a shameful sight.)
(It didn’t hurt at all but my whole body is wet. He must be exasperated with me.)
Just as I was about to look up toward where he was sitting under the tree, a shadow fell over my head.
I looked up, and saw him standing there.
Chevalier: We're going back to the carriage, you simpleton.
MC: huh?
Chevalier leaned down and tried lifting me in his arms but I had something else in mind.
I quickly put my arms around his neck and pulled him down with all my weight.
Chevalier lost his balance and we tumbled together into the water with a loud splash.
(I can’t believe I did that.)
Chevalier sat in the water, soaked, eyes wide open in bewilderment.
A long silence settled between us. 
Chev: Did you just dare to pull me into the water? Are you not afraid of the wrath of the brutal beast?
MC: You are not the brutal beast, you are my fiancee. And yes, I did pull you into the water.
I stared at him, as if I was daring him to get back at me.
He stood and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. 
(I had hoped to see him react. I know he is not the type to play in the water but still….)
Suddenly, I felt him lifting me and I thought he was carrying me back to the carriage.
MC: Chevalier, I’m fine. I can stand by-wah!
Before I could finish my sentence, he threw me into deeper water.
My body sank into the cool water before I felt strong arms pulling me into a firm embrace and pulling me out of the water.
It took me a while to come back to my senses.
(Just now…..did he just….)
A rough hand wiped the water from my face.
Chev: That shall teach you not to play games with me.
He looked at me with a mean smirk on his face.
He got out of the water and silently carried me to the carriage.
We were riding back toward the royal palace and I stared at Chevalier who was sitting next to me.
(Because of me, he is dripping wet.)
(I did pull him into the water but now I feel bad.)
I kept staring at him and our eyes met.
Cheva: I don’t mind. It was a novel experience. I had never played like this before.
MC: Really? Not even as a kid.
Chev: What do you think?
MC: Yeah, I really can’t see that happening.
Chev: But you always make me do things I would never have done otherwise.
MC: Then I shall make you experience all kinds of new things in the future!
He looked away and snorted.
MC: But…..Achou!. 
Cheva: ……..
MC: I-I’m sorry.
(Now that the sun has gone down, I feel a bit cold.)
(Is Chevalier okay?)
Suddenly a warm hand landed on my shoulder and hugged me tightly.
MC: Chevalier?
(He is hugging me so that i don’t feel cold.)
I can feel his heat seeping through our wet clothes and my body warmed up.
I wanted to give some heat back to him and I gently rested my head on his shoulder.
Chevalier’s soft platinum hair was dripping wet.
And that only added to his usual effortless sexiness.
The second I thought that, my face instantly became hot.
Chevalier: Your facial expression keeps changing a lot today.
MC: Eh? Mh…
With a merciless smile on his face, Chevalier kissed me like a predator devouring it’s prey.
(Maybe it’s because we're all wet but his kiss feels hotter than usual.)
As if we shared the same thought, we hugged each other tighter and devoured each other’s lips.
As I pulled Chevalier’s body against mine I could feel his hot skin through the cold clothes and my heart started racing.
(What should I do? My heart is pounding even faster than usual.)
MC: Mh…ah!
We parted for less than a second to get some breath, but Chevalier’s hand touched my skin and I could not hold back a moan.
Cheva: The coachman will hear you.
MC: Well…I….don’t want that.
But Chevalier kept touching all the right spots while giving me a teasing smile.
Then his hand reached under my skirt and he touched my most sensitive spot.
That alone made me feel as if lightning had struck my body.
MC: Ah!
(Oh no! My voice! I can’t hold it back!)
My body started trembling and Chevalier blocked my voice with a brutal kiss.
Tears fell from my eyes, my heartbeats kept speeding up and my breathing became unstable.
Our lips parted and Chevalier clumsily stroked my wet hair.
MC: Chevalier…..
I leaned down on Chevalier’s chest and as I gradually calmed down I realized.
(Before I knew it, my body was warm…)
I looked up toward Chevalier and his Icy eyes stared back at me.
Cheva: We came to the lake to cool down but ended up getting warm and sweaty, so foolish.
(It’s true that I wanted to go to the lake because I wanted to cool off but…)
(Right now, I want to get hotter.)
As if reading my mind, Chevalier put his palm on my cheek.
Cheva: Once we get to the castle, I’ll warm you as much as you want. Until you get a fever.
Cheva: Be prepared.
(The heat I want is Chevalier’s “love”.)
(Chevalier understood that and said “I’ll give it to you.”, right?)
MC: Okay.
My heart fluttered in anticipation of a burning hot summer night.
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rainbowiris-world · 2 years
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Gray x Fem!Reader
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Summary: Exhaustion is hard to escape even on the best days so when it gets too much its nice to have your husband by your side
Tags: Modern AU, Established relationship, domestic, comfort, tooth rotting fluff, angst if you squint?, just us, she/her + female reader, one shot, uhh cringe probably
Note: Wow first fic on here I’m so tired and i miss my wife tails, enjoy even though i wrote this for myself. I hope this is ok waaah maybe i’ll do more if uni doesnt kill me first
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Dragging her feet as she ascended the steps to her house, all she wanted was nothing more than to relax. She forced her way through the front door and sighed deeply. “I’m home,” Y/N called into the house and slowly made her way to the couch. 
“Gray?!” She plopped down onto her side on the soft furniture. Right, he’s working late today... All she could think about was how awful her day was, it made it even harder when Gray wasn’t there to help. She could feel her eyes well up at the thought of her stubborn clients, rude coworkers and dismissing boss. 
She cried softly on the couch, but knowing her love would be home soon just wasn’t comfort enough. She eventually fell asleep as she waited for Gray to come home. 
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Gray huffed as he opened the door to his and Y/N’s shared home. “Baby, I’m home where are ya?” The man asked aloud as he took off his shoes and bag. His eyes wandered around the living room, kissed by the sunset beaming through the window. He caught a glimpse of his wife’s figure on the couch and he smiled as he walked towards her. She lifted her head from the couch, eyes red and puffy from the tears she previously shed. Gray stopped in his tracks and kneeled next to the couch quickly. “Hey hey hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He cupped her face and searched her soft eyes for answers. “Tired.” She mumbled as her gaze dropped to the floor. Gray frowned at her answer and stood up. 
“Gray? What are-” The woman was cut off by her husband lifting her from the couch. “Cmere, we’re going to our room.” He told as he began to walk, leaving her no room to argue. All Gray wanted was to give his wife the love she deserves. He gently tossed her on their bed. “Gr-Gray!” Her cheeks heated up as he climbed on top of her. “Tell me what’s wrong, love.” He peppered her face in kisses, awaiting her answer. Y/N took a deep breath before expressing how hard her day was, the trials and tribulations she faced at work. She teared up as recalled her day to her husband, he hovered over her on the bed. “I’m so sorry baby, you deserve so much better than those assholes.” He gritted his teeth at the thought but quickly turned his attention back to the love of his life laying under him. 
He wrapped his arms around the woman and rolled onto his side while pulling her into his chest. “You’re ok now, I’m here for you...and I swear I’ll give those clowns an ass kickin’ if ya want me to.” He smirked down at his partner and she raised her head from his chest. “Graaay you’d get me fired.” She whined with a giggle. “Mmm you’re better off working somewhere they appreciate you anyway.” He spoke matter-of-factly, knowing it was light hearted and that she was strong enough to get through it all. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be ok though, just glad to have you here with me. And NOT beating people up on the street for my sake.” Y/N joked and nuzzled into her lover. Gray began to rub her back in a soothing motion, “Always here for you, darlin’,” he kissed the crown of her head. “no matter what.”
Gray moved to hold her face in his hands. He caressed her cheeks and kissed her passionately on her sweet lips. He pulled away and looked at her with soft eyes. “What?” She whispered as her mouth crept into a smile. “Just admiring my smart, strong and beautiful wife, the best thing that ever happened to me.” Gray spoke in a hushed tone back and gave his angel a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He then pulled her closer to him. “Graysie you’re such a softy.” Y/N just cuddled closer to his comfortable chest, realizing he had stripped his shirt at some point as well but decided not to comment on it. Gray blushed, he didn’t know if it was more from the nickname or the statement. He huffed, “Yeah only for you.” They started to drift off to sleep in each others arms.
“Love you.” Y/N mumbled before she dozed off. “I love you too.” Gray whisper and fell into a deep sleep.
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Word count: 729
Published: Sept. 10th 2022
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shiningwonderland · 1 year
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Otoya Ittoki (Repeat)
Translator: Lady Lancer (twitter: utatranslations), Raz (twitter: agnadance) Proofreader: Belen (twitter: reiharus), Nadie (twitter: NmoniaG) Editor: Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)
April — The Beginning is Andante
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The classroom door opens, and the teacher comes in.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Ok. Is everyone here?
Woah... What a beautiful person... Beautiful fingers. Thin legs.
Sheer white skin, moist lips. Her long hair looks very soft.
This gorgeous person will be our homeroom teacher.
Ringo Tsukimiya: From today forward I will be A Class's homeroom teacher. I'm Ringo Tsukimiya. Feel free to call me Ringo-sensei.
She laughs "hehe!" and winks. She looks amazing.
Huh? But, if I recall this school's teachers are all...
Tomochika Shibuya: Woah. It's the real Ringo Tsukimiya! Amazing. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a girl. Sensei, are you really not a girl?
The girl in the seat next to me says this jokingly.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Hahaha. Do I look like one?
Tomochika Shibuya: Yeah. You do, you do. You don't look like a man at all. Hn, I see that your pictures weren't edited.
That's right... The teachers at this school... are all currently active male idols.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Thank you, I'll accept that as a compliment.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Ok then, since this is a brand new class, to start off we'll do some self-introductions. Let's see... might as well start with you.
Ringo Tsukimiya: If you please, Tomochika Shibuya-san.
The teacher points to the girl sitting next to me.
Tomochika Shibuya: M-Me? I thought these things were usually done by seat number. Oh well, it's fine.
Tomochika Shibuya: I'm Tomochika Shibuya, 15 years old. I'm aiming to become an amazing talent that's perfect in both song and performance!
Tomochika Shibuya: I live by the motto "no pain, no gain." My catchphrase is "Bloom, good woman." That's it, looking forward to this year!
Shibuya-san sits down and gives me a bright smile when our eyes meet.
Waaah.... The last time a girl gave me such a smile.... It must have been at least 6 years.... Wow. A good person.... This class is great.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Yes, thank you. So, in the next seat over, you. If you'd be so kind.
Haruka Nanami: Y-yes! I'm... Haruka... Nanami. Aspiring composer. Looking forward to working wiffyu—
I messed up.... I had to go and stumble over my words during my introduction.
Otoya Ittoki: Ahaha. Being first to go really is nerve-wracking.
Haruka Nanami: Y-yes. I'm very sorry..
Otoya Ittoki: It's ok. Nobody here minds.
Otoya Ittoki: You're so cute, after all. Try to lift your face and smile!
Otoya Ittoki: Come on, once more.
Select the phrase!
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Ringo Tsukimiya: So next will be... you, the one spacing out by the window!
Natsuki Shinomiya: ………
Ringo Tsukimiya: Hello. Natsuki Shinomiya-san. Can’t you hear when the teacher is calling you?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, Sensei. What is it?
Ringo Tsukimiya: What do you mean "What is it?" We're doing self-introductions. Now, stand up and introduce yourself to everyone.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes~ Ah, I’m Natsuki Shinomiya. 17 years old. My skill is cooking.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I really wanted to have everyone try my cooking, but… I was too busy to make anything yesterday. Sorry.
Natsuki Shinomiya: I’ll make something next time, so please try it then.
Once he finishes, Shinomiya-san smiles and sits down.
Ringo Tsukimiya: He goes at his own pace, huh… It doesn’t matter. Next will be… I’ve decided on you!
With his pointer finger, he points at Hijirikawa-sama.
Masato Hijirikawa: Yes.
Masato Hijirikawa: I’m Masato Hijirikawa... That’s all.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Eh… Ah… That’s all? No special skills or anything of the sort?
Masato Hijirikawa: I play the piano a little…
Ringo Tsukimiya: Ah, is that so. Boys who play the piano are so cool! Let me hear you play something next time.
Masato Hijirikawa: Yes.
Hijirikawa-sama… He’s so stoic.
Ringo Tsukimiya: So, the next person…
And so the teacher calls on different people to do their self-introductions. And then….
Ringo Tsukimiya: Last but not least, the one with the most energy. Let’s hear it!
Otoya Ittoki: Yes! Alright, here I go! I'm Otoya Ittoki, 15 years old. Aries born April 11, my blood type is O. My hobby is singing. Please listen!
Ittoki-kun glances at me, smiles, and begins to sing.
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His guitar playing is unsteady, but in contrast, his voice is relaxed and strong.
His bright, energetic voice reflects his kind demeanor.
This is the first time I've ever heard a voice that held such deep love and kindness....
And…. He looks so happy singing…. So there are people who sing like this….
Ringo Tsukimiya: That was so great! Though you still need to work on your technique, you have a very sincere singing voice.
While Sensei praises him, Ittoki-kun gives an embarrassed smile as he sits down.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Now then, since everyone has introduced themselves, I’ll explain a little bit about the school. As everyone here knows, this Saotome Academy was established in order to train idols.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Depending on your grades when you graduate, you may be able to enter Shining Agency.
Ringo Tsukimiya: In addition to idols, this school teaches composers as well. A singer can’t sing without a song. You start with a melody and then add lyrics… Once there is a “song,” a singer can sing it.
Ringo Tsukimiya: To sing… of course, technique is important, but I think the most important part is to have “heart.” Shiny... No, the principal also thinks that way.
Ringo Tsukimiya: When an idol and a composer pair up and work towards the same goal and create a song together, they can surely create something wonderful.
Ringo Tsukimiya: In doing so, the composer must know the idol they are writing for, and the idol must know what feelings the composer put into writing the song.
Ringo Tsukimiya: We have planned to raise outstanding talent that can do more than just compose and sing songs.
Ringo Tsukimiya: For that reason, for this coming year, an idol and composer will team up as pairs and aim to work as professionals.
Ringo Tsukimiya: So, your partner will be decided by lottery! You can’t change your partner, so pull with all you got!
Male Student A: Whaaat!
Otoya Ittoki: Sensei! I have a question.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Ah, what is it, Oto-kun.
Otoya Ittoki: Why are we choosing through a lottery?
Otoya Ittoki: If we’re going to be together for a year, wouldn't it be better to have a partner that you get along well with?
Ringo Tsukimiya: True. One would normally think that way. Ah, you, over there!
The teacher suddenly points his finger at me.
Haruka Nanami: "Huh? Do you mean… me?"
Ringo Tsukimiya: In the world of show business, what do you think is the most important thing to remember?
Select the phrase!
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Ringo Tsukimiya: Of course, it’s not all about “luck.” It is naive to believe that you can rise in the ranks just depending on luck without lifting a finger.
Ringo Tsukimiya: But remember. Because this job is easily swayed by luck, there will be good luck and bad luck.
Ringo Tsukimiya: How to deal with that situation is also part of your job. If you can learn to respond flexibly to any situation, the possibility of surviving in this world goes up.
Ringo Tsukimiya: So this is why, whether you will end up getting along with your partner or not, we decided that pairs will be decided by lottery.
Ringo Tsukimiya: This also is another test of luck. Pray that you’ll get a good partner as you pull out the paper.
Everyone pulls their lottery, the aspiring composers pulling from the red box while the aspiring idols pull from the blue box… Here we go…! Number 7….
Otoya Ittoki: Yes! Lucky seven! Who’s the person with number seven?
Eh? Number seven….
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Ringo Tsukimiya: Everyone, have you found your partners? I’m going to show you around the school, so don’t fall behind.
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Being led by the teacher, we're shown many places around the campus. The first place we're shown is of course…
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Otoya Ittoki: Hey, Nanami. Want to sneak away for a bit?
Haruka Nanami: Eh…?
Otoya Ittoki: Even though the teacher is showing us around, do you want to come explore other places with me while he's not looking? It'll be fun!
Haruka Nanami: It, it might be fun but….
W-will it be ok…?
Otoya Ittoki: Look, he isn’t looking at us right now. Come on, let's go!
Suddenly, Ittoki-kun grabs my hand and, while I'm still confused, begins running...
Otoya Ittoki: We’ve arrived! This is the roof, huh. This feels great!
Otoya Ittoki: Hey, Nanami. Wanna sing?
Haruka Nanami: Sing, right here, right now? What song…?
Otoya Ittoki: Hm… Whatever we like!
Once he says that, Ittoki-kun begins to sing.
The melody and the lyrics are all over the place, but he looks like he's having fun.
I also sing along. Sometimes we sing switching off, but other times I sing together with Ittoki-kun.
The sound and rhythm are totally off, yet for some reason, it's a really enjoyable time.
Otoya Ittoki: Aaah…. That was fun!
As he says that, he drops to the ground and begins looking at the sky.
His hair, wet from sweat, sparkles brilliantly in the sunlight. He truly is suited for the sun.
Haruka Nanami: For me, it was also fun. A lot of fun!
Ittoki-kun, sitting next to me, smiles.
It really was a lot of fun. This is the first time I’ve ever had such a good time.
Our singing was so terrible and yet, I feel like we connected and I feel so happy.
Otoya Ittoki: I see. That’s good. For me, I like to sing this way from time to time. I just get into the moment.
Otoya Ittoki: I feel like singing even over seemingly trivial things like when the sky is pretty or the wind feels nice.
Haruka Nanami: Ah… I know that feeling. When I feel moved by something, I can hear a melody floating through my head.
Haruka Nanami: I write down that melody on paper and make a composition....
Haruka Nanami: Ittoki-kun, you just sing on the spot.
Otoya Ittoki: Yeah. There are times when I feel like I want to just get something off my chest, y’know? I can’t describe it with just words.
Otoya Ittoki: I just suddenly start singing. When I was little, everyone called me the weird kid. But….
Ittoki-kun puts his hand gently on mine.
Otoya Ittoki: You didn’t laugh at me. You sang with me. That’s why…
Otoya Ittoki: I kinda felt like I met somebody like-minded and that made me really happy.
His hand grips mine tightly. Then, Ittoki-kun looks at me with a big smile on his face.
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After that, we nonchalantly rejoin the rest of the class without them noticing and tour the rest of the school...
We pass a library, an audio-visual room, the staff room and other places before returning to the classroom.
Ringo Tsukimiya: ... Well then. I think I introduced you to nearly all the places around school. Ah, that’s right.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Everything that you saw today, and whatever you do in this class, I’m afraid you are not allowed to tell anything about it to your family and friends from outside the school.
Female Student: Eh, why not?
Ringo Tsukimiya: We have what’s called "confidentiality" when it comes to content creator jobs.
Ringo Tsukimiya: For an example scenario, if there is a leak about a new CD’s information or a drama’s script before the air date, it would cause a great deal of damage.
Ringo Tsukimiya: That’s why people who are involved in creating content must not leak information to the outside.
Ringo Tsukimiya: All of you here, as singers and entertainers, will be in a variety of productions in the future.
Ringo Tsukimiya: For that reason, I want you to learn how to deal with sensitive information now. Also, there are secrets within the school facilities that must be kept confidential.
Ringo Tsukimiya: And, one more thing. This is the one rule that you must never break. That is….
At that moment, the classroom door flies open.
Shining Saotome: As an idol, romance is AAAAAABSOLUTELY forbidden.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Ah, Shiny!
Shining Saotome: Everyooone. Love is important, BUT romance is an absolute no, no, NO!
Otoya Ittoki: Why is it so bad? You even said that love is important. Yet, romance is banned…?
Shining Saotome: That is….
Otoya Ittoki: That is…?
Shining Saotome: Confidential!
Otoya Ittoki: What?
Shining Saotome: There are many adult matters, and just as many dreams! MOVING ON! Anyway… romance is absolutely forbidden. If you break this rule, you will be expelled. Keep that in miiind.
With that, he had nothing more to say, and the principal left the classroom.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Well, it’s as he said. Having a crush is fine but don’t even try to secretly date each other!
Ringo Tsukimiya: Well then, I hope that was enough of an explanation for you? When you get back to your dorms, please read the school handbook.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Everybody is required to stay in the dorms and we don’t allow moving out. You have to get along with your roommate. Bullying is not allowed!
The Class: Okay~
Ringo Tsukimiya: Then, see you tomorrow!
Tomochika Shibuya: Hey, Haruka. Earlier, you said you were an aspiring composer, right?
Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes.
Tomochika Shibuya: That’s amazing. How do you create a song?
Tomochika Shibuya: I love singing, but I could never write a song, so I have a great respect for composers. And you’re a girl the same age as me.
Tomochika Shibuya: Maybe it’s the difference between the talents we’re born with? Ah, that’s right, what floor of the dorm are you on? Which room?
Haruka Nanami: Ah… Room number 303.
Tomochika Shibuya: Eh? Really!? Hooray! We’re roommates!
Haruka Nanami: Ah… um… nice to meet you. Shibuya… san.
Tomochika Shibuya: Ahaha, you don’t have to be so formal, call me Tomochika!
Haruka Nanami: Ah… Ok… Tomo… chan.
Tomochika Shibuya: "Tomo-chan." I like it. Yeah, let's go with that.
Tomochika Shibuya: Let’s have a good year together!
Otoya Ittoki: What? Whatcha talking about? Let me in!
Tomochika Shibuya: Ok. Ah, you’re Ittoki-kun, right?
Otoya Ittoki: Otoya's fine. I prefer people to call me by my given name.
Tomochika Shibuya: Really? Then I’ll call you that. Right, Haruka?
Haruka Nanami: Eh… Ah….
His given name….
Otoya Ittoki: Can you also call me by my given name?
Ittoki-kun asks me with a smile. I’m sure he’ll be happier if I call him that, but…
Haruka Nanami: Eh… Well… that is….
Otoya Ittoki: You don’t want to?
Haruka Nanami: Um… I’m not saying it’s not possible, it's just….
Haruka Nanami: To suddenly call a boy by his given name is a little embarrassing to me….
Masato Hijirikawa: Ittoki, stop pestering her. Can't you see she's troubled?
Otoya Ittoki: Eh? Ah! I see. My bad, I didn’t realize. Sorry about that.
Haruka Nanami: No… I wasn’t….
Tomochika Shibuya: Woah. That was Masato Hijirikawa. The heir to the Hijirikawa Group. You’re friends with Otoya…?
Masato Hijirikawa: And you are…?
Tomochika Shibuya: Tomochika Shibuya. I introduced myself to the class earlier.
Masato Hijirikawa: Ah, that’s right. Sorry. I don't remember everyone in the class yet.
Tomochika Shibuya: That’s ok, even I haven’t fully memorized everyone in here either. Ah, but I remember Natsuki Shinomiya-kun.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Do you mean me…?
Tomochika Shibuya: Wha- That surprised me. When did you get there? I didn’t notice you at all.
Shinomiya-san is standing right behind us. We didn’t notice him this entire time…
Natsuki Shinomiya: You all looked like you were having fun. Would you mind if I joined you?
Tomochika Shibuya: Nope, not at all. Right, everyone?
Haruka Nanami: … Not at all.
Otoya Ittoki: Of course you can.
Masato Hijirikawa: I don’t really mind either.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Anyway, what were you all talking about?
Tomochika Shibuya: We weren’t talking about anything in particular… I was just asking around if everybody wants to become friends while we have the chance.
Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, that’s a nice thought. Right, Otoya-kun, Masato-kun?
Tomochika Shibuya: Huh? Could it be, the three of you are already friends?
Otoya Ittoki: Ah, kinda. Masa, Natsuki, and I met during the school orientation and got along well.
Tomochika Shibuya: Ah, so that’s how it is. So let us join in as well. That’s fine, right?
Otoya Ittoki: Sounds good to me. What do you two think?
Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes… I give you a warm welcome.
Masato Hijirikawa: … I don’t think “friendship” is something you obtain just by asking for it.
Tomochika Shibuya: Wow, so stiff!
Masato Hijirikawa: … Since you have requested this of me, I will do my best to become friends with you.
Haruka Nanami: Ah… Um…. Is it really fine that a person like me is in this group?
It’s just that everyone here seems really nice. So much so, that I feel out of place.
Otoya Ittoki: What are you saying, Nanami? We’re all friends already, so you can stay here.
Friends… What a nice sound that word gives…
Until now, I couldn’t even make one friend. But suddenly I've easily made four friends. Aaah, I’m so thankful!
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My school life here has only just begun, but somehow I feel like I can turn a new leaf around these people.
A new me, starting from today. Along with that, I will definitely become a composer. I make my decision on this spring day.
Mini Game
Ringo Tsukimiya: Well then, I'd like to start the private lesson now!
Oh, that’s right. Before we start, I think we should test your sense of rhythm.
Your sense of rhythm comes as a natural thing, of course, but it is something that you can improve on depending on how much effort you put into it. Therefore, don't be discouraged if the result is poor.
From now on, let’s practice more and more to raise your level.
First, I will give an example; after that, I’ll have you try.
Well, go ahead and begin.
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Otoya Ittoki: Wow, you have a good sense of rhythm! I’m so jealous! I go offbeat so often.
It's the morning after the test and he's taking a look at the scores on the board.
Um… well, I got better just because I kept practicing, so I wasn’t that good from the beginning….
Well… let’s work hard together!
From that day forward, Ittoki-kun and I do rhythm practice together every day.
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bluiex · 1 year
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I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, It was done but never did anything with it. So it’s now for that one anon who was talking about Fluff Because I fucking love it!
This is a Continuation of Scar And Cub being married!
“You’re radiant My Love.” Cub whispers into Scars Skin, allowing his hand to greedily roam his husband.
Scar laughs, “please My Dear there is no need, I’m not deserving of such compliments.”
Cub continues to kiss,and whisper sweet nothings into his skin and scars. “My love, you are the strongest most beautiful person I have met. You deserve more than just compliments.” Cub kisses and sucks on Scar’s neck. Quiet moans leaves Scar's mouth for only Cub's ears to hear.
“My Dear, I don’t deserve you” Scar whispers back. “I think it’s the other way around” Cub brushes through Scar's hair, Scar's eyes closed a soft smile on his face.
Cub loved this man, to see him smile meant the world to him each time.
From The Antisocial AroAce anon
WAAAH Theyre so cute qoq god i love them so much *clutches my heart* my dear.. my love.. I love your convex sm
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1004tyun-archive · 11 months
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my crystal gem 💎🥺🫶🩷 i’m hoping you’re having the greatest sleep right now 🤗
thank you so much for being there for me i love you so much, you’re the sweetest, the shiniest, brightest crystal in the world 🥰
i always feel like i’m sending you love letters like a schoolgirl because our asks are getting longer and longer FHSBFBDBF but i love you so much you’re so precious to me 🥹🩷
my life feels so much better thanks to you 🥺 we share so much in common and i really needed to meet someone like that in my life to feel more understood 🥺
you’re my favorite writer 🥺🩷 i still can’t believe you said i’m yours
like waaah can you imagine your favorite writer tells you you’re their favorite writer too? apparently i don’t have to imagine and neither do you?!!!! 😖🫣🩷
i’m fine haha 🤭 once i get more ideas again (i’d like to focus on the other members a little too ;;) i shall share them with you crystal 🫶💎🩷
love you so much!! (the cake looked tastyyyyy want a slice 🥰)
my baby bear 🥺🥺🥺 i slept so well but i wish i had another vivid dream!! i havent seen taehyun or any of the tubatu members in my dreams since the one i told you about where i got lost in nyc 😭😭 so kinda miss them showing up
but not nearly as much as i miss you on the daily 🤭 i gave you the nickname of cherry bear at first bc i thought it was cute but the more we talk, the more i realize you’re like a teddy bear come to life (a teddy bear who just happens to write filthy smut 😳😳) you’re so soft and cute and comforting 🥺🩷🩷
it’s so crazy how much we have in common!! i was surprised to see just how many experiences we share despite being so far away from each other talking things through with you feels so comforting and natural and it just feels,,, right. 🥹 like you said, it feels like i’m being truly understood <3
also it’s such a privilege to have my fave writer jump into my inbox and write such cute little letters 🥺🥺 like yes guys my fave fic writer cherry cherrypeaking is my best friend and we talk to each other all the time, just a minor flex 🤭🤭
looking forward to hearing your ideas as always! love you to the moon and back <33
(my dad’s heating up the cake rn and eating it for breakfast lmaoo 😭😭😭 so mission accomplished!)
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NON SPOILER reaction: Power of the Doctor was really good! I was worried it would be crowded and frenetic and full of cameos that added nothing to the plot, but it was actually a solid story that made great use of bringing back old characters! It had pretty good pacing and a nice mix of excitement and quieter character moments. I think it was a little much to bring in the Daleks and the Cybermen and the Master, but it worked well enough.
Now for the spoilers. I kept a running commentary as I watched, so here you go if you want to see my thoughts:
Space train! Space train heist! Who doesn’t want a space train heist?
Why did they unroll the ladder all the way from the console when they could have attached it closer to the door and had enough length to reach the train without jumping the last bit?
Whoa, close call Dan! I appreciate how shaken he looks once they get inside. Legitimate danger to our good boy is far scarier than melodramatic Cybermen.
Ok, kid in the box...didn’t see that coming. I am intrigued. And glad it wasn’t something predictable like a weapon. (I mean, she could be a weapon, but not a big-red-button-blow-up-the-universe weapon.)
ACE! ACE ACE ACE! Even from behind she’s so identifiable! And she still sounds just like herself! I mean, I know she’s continued playing Ace, but never such a mature Ace. I think she’s nailed how the character grew up!
TEGAN! I’ve never loved her as much as Ace, but it’s still great to see her again. Her appearance has changed more, it was a little weird seeing her in the promo pics, but she sounds just the same. And I love it that she’s working with Ace. What a pair...God forbid anybody try to get in their way. I can just see Tegan ripping them a new one while Ace stands smirking off to the side, ready to get physical if Tegan can’t talk them into submission.
Oh my god that look on Ace’s face, just for an instant, when Tegan says the note is from the Doctor. (I mean, obviously it’s not really from her, but still.) There was so much in that one flicker of expression.
Ah she’s so kind to Dan about wanting to leave! Just that one brief second of sadness, then just gentle understanding. For all her harsh moments toward enemies, for all her emotional distance, Thirteen has so much kindness and love.
“See you again Doctor.” That look she gives him in reply...she doesn’t think he will.
And here’s the feral Doctor. Eleven and Twelve were both able to accept the possibility of a good (or at least disillusioned) Dalek, but Thirteen is just done tormenting herself with that. I really think Missy had an impact on him as much as he did on her. She would kill that Dalek without hesitation.
Waaah Rasputin Master! It’s so nice to see him back in his traditional black with white cuffs. And such a soft, gentle voice. It sent chills down my back! And somehow his eyes look reassuring and insane at the same time. Wait he’s hypnotizing her! It’s about time he brought back that talent! Ha they even brought back the line -- you are the Master and I will obey you. :D
Oh look it’s the Death Star. No hang on, it’s Apokalips, but blue.
Lol did he really copy the inside of her TARDIS as well as the outside? “I feel like we’re being taunted!” Um...yeah. That’s pretty obvious.
I’m a little disappointed that the little girl is an energy critter hiding behind a projection. I kind of thought she might be the Timeless Child and the Master might have been wrong about the Doctor’s origins and found the real Child and gone after her...
Kate! Wait didn’t UNIT get shut down? I guess Kate got it up and running again.
The reunion! Poor Doctor doesn’t know how to process emotional reunions in the middle of solving a deadly mystery. And Ace definitely thinks she’s hot, with the “Oh, wow!” and the “That’s a good look on you, Professor!” And Tegan wouldn’t be Tegan if she didn’t give the Doctor a tongue-lashing within ten seconds of reuniting with her.
Ha, their simultaneous “WHAT?!” when she IDs the Master. And how does he manage to make an invitation to a seismology conference sound sexy?
Oh, good, she got over her awkward surprise and gave them a proper greeting. Lol Tegan yeah, you did handle it quite well, for you.
His warning about leaving earth before she dies sounds like he can’t decide if he wants her to stay or run. And he sounds positively delighted about the Doctor bringing soldiers for him. I wonder if he’s jealous of Kate now though. The Master gave her an army of Cybermen and she wouldn’t take it, but Kate gave her commandos and she accepted?
Lol he was so smug and confident and then two seconds later he’s freaking out. “W-why is she getting messages from Daleks?!” Twelve steps ahead, are you really?
He just had to make a dig about Aunt Vanessa, but Ace got him back good! I love that brief look of dismay and embarrassment when she brings up him being half-cat.
Of course the Daleks are already here. Did you really think it could be unconnected?
Yeah, obviously the package was from the Master. Not sure how I feel about the TCE suddenly working in reverse. It was always pretty clear that killed people. Though it looks more like he compressed and then decompressed a transmat point shaped like a Cyberman...
Gold bullets! Pity it didn’t work. I wonder how long Ace and Tegan have been working together. They’re totally on the same page. Also, are the Cybermen using stasers? The sound isn’t right, but the flash looks more like staser fire than Cyber-weapons.
Sticking her in a Dalek casing is an interesting method of capture...I wonder if it’ll cause the same issues Clara had when Missy put her in one.
Of course Yaz has been keeping notes on what all the TARDIS controls do! I wonder if the fast return system is working; that would get her back to UNIT at least.
Master’s Dalek Plan, hahah! No way that was an accident, they’ve got to be referencing the Daleks’ Master Plan. Hang on, though, isn’t the ultimate punishment dissolution? Like they tried to do to Five in Arc of Infinity?
He’s got a “killing the Doctor” playlist now? Feels a little much, but ok. And the dancing? Really? Channeling Simm pretty hard here... though I have to say I laughed at the Dalek and Cyberman exchanging a “Boss is crazy” look.
Whoa whoa wait did he just bodyswap them? Did not see that coming! But it makes sense, he’s always wanted immortality, he’s always stolen people’s bodies. And yet he looks stricken at the idea that she’s really truly gone.
Oh my god that girly little shriek when the TARDIS zapped him!
The recorder and everything! He’s trying so hard...
OH MY GOD FIVE AND SIX AND SEVEN AND EIGHT!!! Especially Eight! Though I’d have pegged Seven as the one who would refuse to wear a robe. I only wish they had more than a couple minutes on screen!
Tegan and Ace are so perfect! Of course Tegan is the one who ends up staying to solve the problem at its root, while Ace jumps off a building and chases Daleks.
Of course she’s thinking about Adric. Why didn’t that occur to me sooner? Brave heart, Tegan! I’m so glad they get to see their Doctors! Those moments between them are absolutely wonderful. And what has Ace been up to, that she felt the need to make new and improved types of Nitro-9? She’s still a little pyro. :D
Wait where did Graham come from? And are you guys really flirting in the middle of a Dalek invasion?
Not sure what I think of reversing a regeneration before it settles in properly...but in this case I’ll accept it, since it was more of a body theft than a real regeneration. And it’s really fun to see Thirteen in that mish-mash of old costume pieces.
Ace and Graham and Nitro-9! I can get behind this team-up. I still want to know how Graham got there though.
The fixing-things goggles! And using the Cyber-tech to save the day! Turning lava into steel is stupid and makes no sense at all, but in the right sort of Doctor Who fashion where you can laugh at it and move on. Using the energy critter to destroy it when you’re done, good.
I’m disappointed with the Master redirecting the energy beam at the Doctor. It seems kind of impersonal and incidental. He should have pulled a gun on her instead. The whole passing out, then waking up seeming fine for a minute, then starting to regenerate, then pausing at that point long enough to eat an ice cream with Yaz is a bit odd too. I guess she went into a state of grace? You know, I think I like that actually. It wouldn’t work every time, but it’s nice to see a regeneration scene that plays out quietly and calmly instead of all in a crazy rush. I don’t see why Yaz has to leave, though. It would make more sense for the Doctor to insist she’ll still be the same person and still care about Yaz after she changes.
Oh my goodness Mel and Ian! (Clearly the rumors of Ian and Barbara not aging have been exaggerated.) I love the idea of a companion support group or whatever this is. And of course Graham would be the one to come up with it.
Such warm, hopeful final words. Better than a dramatic speech; just acceptance and welcoming in the new Doctor. 
Not keen on David Tennant showing up at the end, but it’s clear it wasn’t a normal regeneration, since the clothing changed as well. I hope they do something clever with it instead of just bringing him back for nostalgia’s sake.
Overall I’m really happy with how this episode went, and for the first time in several years I’m truly excited to see what they do with the next story arc.
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I have literally read your touya fic three times . I just- it was so beautiful and I really have no words to describe how perfect it was. You wrote Touya’s character so well and yet also showed that rare, soft, domestic side to him perfectly too; and that, despite what people think, he really just wanted a family to love him like he loved them. I also love how you didn’t make him run off, that he owned up to help raising Kaiyo even with the little rational of “be a bad dad and stay or be a bad dad and leave.” It was just so perfect for his character imo.
Then Kaiyo’s character was just absolutely adorable and I think he is what Touya could have been had he not be dealt such a bad hand. Showing the sweet interactions between Touya’s two families was absolutely heartwarming but also heartbreaking in knowing the one person that connected them all wasn’t there. And it hurts but hurts so good 😭 (also making the kids name Kaiyo which means forgiveness, was so smart pls I love that)
There were so many things I could point out about this fic that were amazing but legit I would be quoting the whole entire thing. I’m sorry if this was a muddled mess I just really loved this dang fic.
THREEE times!? god bless u oml thank you so so much. I've ruminated on him as a father and how he would deal with parenthood for a long time and I'm incredibly happy with how it has been received.
"Kaiyo’s character was just absolutely adorable and I think he is what Touya could have been" <- precisely what I was going for! I said it to bun too, that the family were likely looking at him with the everlooming reality that this is what could have been. but that is also why I made a point of saying that you can't use kids as a tool for your own redemption! kaiyo is not touya, and he isn't an opportunity for the family to 'start again'! waaah now I'm rambling lmao. just know I'm sending u a lot of kisses rn <3
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This is Your Story
Juzo weeps for his brother, over the lost life as Hanji continues fending off the lambs– they had their own tomorrow to protect too, after all. Satisfied with everyone successfully making it out, they can finish up here and get out themselves. But they have to go back, to make sure Juzo isn’t left here to burn away.
Although their actions were critical, making their way towards Juzo as quickly as possible, they know not to interrupt a moment when they see one. For once, they stay in their lane. There was a time to have surprise and a time to celebrate but this wasn’t it.
Juzo knows he can’t stay here forever…Juzo can lay Jinpachi’s body down…he can lean over, still in mind numbing pain to give his brother a final kiss on the forehead. This was the last time that he’d ever see Jinpachi’s real body. From this day on, just like before, he will always see Jinpachi staring back at him in the mirror. He will always hear his voice every time that he speaks. He will never be able to not be with him. 
It was now that Hanji decided to come get Juzo with a sense of urgency, though the way they brought Juzo to their embrace was far from frantic. Gingerly holding him, helping him up, with a smile just as soft, voice even softer.
“Knew you’d live. Ain’t no way you’d let yerself die here. C’mon, kid, let’s go home.”
“Yeah…let’s…get goin'…”
Juzo reaches his hand to hold his own chest, he can almost feel himself about to pass back out just from pain alone. 
“W-Wait…wait…Hanji-kun…”
Juzo turned back to where Jinpachi lay and he shouted into the fire. They had to still be there…scared and not knowing what to do. Juzo opened his arms and shouted again.
“Angeline!! Diabelle!! To me! C’mere!!”
His shouting was excruciating but his pain was nothing close to the pain the others felt so he will bear it. From the flames come the two bunnies, tears in their eyes and whining and a hamster ball in their arms.
“Unkie Juzo!! Help!! Get us outta here!”
They leap together into his arms and he holds the two close along with the little ball they held.
“…Umm…yucky!! Unkie Juzo you’re all bloody!”
Angeline whines out and he gets the smallest and most painful laugh in.
“I know…just bear…with it for a moment…I’m glad…you’re both safe…We’re…we’re…”
Finally, with them in his arms, Juzo’s body begins to give out.
Hanji feels Juzo go limp in their arms, and rather than panicking, their heart stays in place with no drop in sight nor sense. Because they believed in him, because they knew. They knew he was alive, and he would continue to be alive.
No matter what, they just knew that Juzo Miyazaki will always be so full of life. So full of life, and so full of hope for the future… of course he would live to see it all. To have fought so hard to see it all.
In the end, Juzo Miyazaki ended up becoming the miracle he was hoping for.
He still breathed but the pain was far too much. He needed immediate medical care. Hanji quickly wraps Juzo’s wound with their coat before turning to run from this trial room that was starting to cave in on itself…Juzo is able to give one final look to the room as they leave…All of the Saints were gathering around Jinpachi. The edges of their robes catching and running up to burn them all. This was Hajime Hitsuji’s fate…and Juzo wishes he could’ve done more for him…He wishes he could’ve done more to save all of them from what they became…
Jinpachi Otsuka was left behind…Juzo hoped…that the fire would cleanse him…it was better to burn than have a corpse that could be desecrated. With that last thought, he passes out in Hanji’s arms.
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“Waaah! I’ve got blood on my paws…”
“This is NOT fun anymore… I wanna go home!”
“Sacre bleu…”
As you all make it out of the room of your final trial, you hear some familiar whines. Following the voices of the twin rabbits and your french captain, you turn to see Hanji running to catch up with the rest of you with someone in their arms.
It’s Juzo.
But now wasn’t the time to think about this. The lights above you flicker and burst with a shower of sparks and glass like a warning shot. There was no going back. You can only continue to run to your freedom. 
As you all run, you pass through recollections of those who were lost. Within them lay fragments of those you all can’t forget. You gather them on your way. They were important enough to risk. You carry these trinkets in the place of those you must leave behind, as the fire within the facility spreads behind you. 
This place of forgotten memories… This place where this whole tragedy began.
It shall all be cleansed in the burning blaze. 
None shall remain.
As the flames roared ever closer, nearly licking at your heels, all you could hear was the blood pounding in your ears. But as you feared it would all but consume you, you suddenly feel a hint of winter’s chill across your skin as you run. You’d made it to the lobby.
Almost there.
You’re almost there…!!
With one more step, one last final push, you burst out of those doors into the unforgiving frigid air.
There is a final crash of lumber and rubble as the flames roared on behind you. Embers fly after you only to fizzle and falter in the cold mountain air. Though some of you are singed and your lungs still burned with the sting of acrid smoke, you’ve made it.
You made it out alive…
You have finally reached the end of this tragedy.
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inkykeiji · 3 years
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I just want a whole like tattooed dabi thing, I’m just gonna gush real quick- don’t mind me.
Dabi probably has a very calm motherly s/o, honestly. Someone who can take his attitude and mood swings with a grain of salt. No matter how angry and loud he is no matter the threats he yells at he she still talks very very soft and careful to him like:
“Dabi, you’re okay. I understand you are upset but yelling at me won’t solve this issue, all it’s going to do is give yourself a headache or make your throat sore, okay? How about we sit down and just talk things out, yeah?”
He low key (high key) really enjoys being babied sometimes and won’t admit it. I feel like he has PTSD or something around those lines and when he’s coming down from an episode his sweet girlfriend will hold his head to her chest and let him listen to her soft calm heart beat while she runs her hand through his soft hair and trace his tattoos. He would be hiding his face deep in her chest as broken ugly sobs shake out of him and those boney large hand would be gripping onto her like a life line.
I feel like he will trigger his episodes from like him yelling at her and she will make a face that reminds him of his mother. Like she will have like a shocked kind of upset face and it reminds him of how his father use to yell at his mother and treat her so horribly and he’s like “oh fuck, I’m turning into him” and it would just make him more upset. There’s definitely been times she’s had to restrain him from breaking something or leaving. Just her holding his wrist together in one hand and bringing him close to her. No matter how much he pulls at her hair like some spoiled child or screams at her she would keep holding him until he just- let’s it out and curls his Long lanky body around her smaller one 🥺
I feel like a girl he would go after- or this “s/o” would be keigos younger sister. She is use to being the motherly type with him even though she’s the youngest. He had a tendency of just losing himself at times and she would take care of him. Keigo is 100% not okay nor happy with his little sister going with his dangerous “friend”/drug dealer! It’s also that selfish side to him where he doesn’t want to share his little sister or want her taking care of anyone but him. She’s just so lovely and motherly, he just doesn’t want her to be used by anyone even though technically he’s using her?
Dabi is 100000000000% overprotective. If one person stares at her too long he takes it as a personal threat and she’s constantly trying to keep him at bay as if she’s pulling a wild angry dog by its leash.
“Honey enough, he didn’t mean no harm. It’s a busy street, he didn’t mean-“
“He KnOcKeD yOu dOwN-“
“Todoroki Touya, e n o u g h”
They would probably break up at some point because he got busted with drugs and murder charges and when he had to go to prison she knows she needs to move on. Keigo won’t stop complaining for her to move on but she can’t. She’s never loved anyone like how she’s loves Dabi. Maybe they had a kid together right before he gets locked up so when he gets bailed early and shows up at her door and she opens it he’s greeted to a whiny little toddler that looks oddly just like him in her arms.
She tells him that he got her knocked up and if he wants to be in their life he has to go to rehab and stop all this mess. Of course he goes radio silent for months and it breaks the now ex s/o heart because she really thought dabi loved her and would do anything for her. Fast forward a few more months and.. dabi’s at her door step???! She would be so shocked and was about to lecture him but he’s standing there awkwardly holding a few papers and she reads it. He’s been sober and clean for the past few months and even went to rehab like she said! Now they can be a little family! He still smokes cigarettes and what not but it’s a start.
She was glad he was getting his life somewhat together. He was still a asshole at times and seemed like he always had a cigarette or blunt in between his lips but she can tell he’s trying. He even gained a little weight from not doing any hard core stuff anymore! Not too much but now he has a cute little plush belly. He’s still very boney and lanky but now just with a little plush belly! How sweet! She’s so proud of him, she really is.
There’s times he has withdraws and she’s there to comfort him. Hold him closely like she use to and gently sing to him while rocking him back and forth to get his mind off of it.
Don’t tell him he’s gone soft some, he’ll still murder you. That asshole-y scary vibe is still in him and he’ll still beat anyone who fucks with him to a pulp but he just has a soft spot now for his little family 🥺😔
Okay I’m done gushing. I just hate it seems like he never has a happy ending with like any fic I read and this has been plaguing my mind ever since I read your little sister keigo fic where he was on the track team and I was so upset that there wasn’t more to it so i just thought of that. He’s still an asshole, don’t get me wrong and the sister should still totally dump him and never speak to him or keigo because they are hella toxic, but she still loves her brother and her boyfriend and just can’t get herself to do it! I’m sorry, I’m just gonna be on my way now. 🥺😌💓
anon babie 🥺🥺 this was so beautiful and cute thank you so very much for sharing it with me!!! i agree with most of your headcanons for him here 🥺 also, just a tiny lil side note, there WILL be more of little bit of poison in me (the fic you’re talking about!!); a part two and a part three!!! <3
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twisted-jamil · 2 years
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Hellooo! May I request prompt #19 “. . . sorry, I talked too much” “No no no not at all. Keep talking” with our best boy Jamil?
Waaah my inbox is full of Jamil asks (*´ー`*) I’m so proud of this community we lov Jamil here
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“Sorry, I talk too much.” “No, no, no, not at all. Keep talking.” w/ Jamil
GN reader
,, CW: None 。゚(゚´ω`゚)゚。
Mutual crushing/pining
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You and Jamil had spent countless hours together by that point, you sitting on a cushion while he cooked away for another feast that Kalim had thrown on top of him at random. It was still bright and warm outside when he started but, looking toward the sky now, you could see the filtering of the sun’s ray pushing over the edges of the world. Have you really been there for that long?
The two of you had been in silence the majority of the time. Your eyes would follow every task Jamil worked toward, unconsciously focusing on how skillfully he cut up different vegetables, the way he threw spices into pots without even checking how much he was putting in, him giving you a glance every so often to see if you were still with him.
“Do you want to taste test this?” he suddenly asked, and you only realized then that he was standing in front of you, his hand hovering under a spoon that had some type of soup in it. He was watching you intently. You must have started daydreaming without even realizing it.
After coming back to the real world, you nodded. Jamil slowly brought the spoon to your lips, tilting it a little so you could drink up the warm soup, and it was almost like a light went off in your eyes.
“Woooow!” you exclaimed, basically gushing over the tasty food. “You’re really so good at cooking, Jamil! What is this?”
“Vermicelli soup,” he responded before moving away, going back to continuing the cooking for the feast. You couldn’t let him get away so easily though. It was almost against your will, but you continued to shower him with compliments. At some point they moved on from just complimenting his food.
“And you’re so good at basketball too! I love watching you play, especially when I can cheer you on at games,” you said. Were you daydreaming again? You didn’t even realize what you were saying. “You work so hard- I admire everything that you do. I wish someone would take care of me as well as you take care of Kal-” You had cut yourself off finally, gaze locking with Jamil’s, a look in his eyes that you couldn’t explain. Was he mad at your unintentional rambling?
“Sorry, I talk too much,” you said suddenly, looking away, panic setting in as you began to think over everything you’d said. It was such an embarrassing situation.
Until you felt Jamil’s hand under your chin, pushing it up a little so that you could stare him directly in the eyes once again. “No no, not at all. Keep talking.” You could see the ghost of a smirk on his face, tips of soft fangs peeking from his slightly opened lips. You felt yourself short circuiting. Where had this sudden boldness come from??
Taking a deep breath, you decided that it was finally time to reveal all the compliments and admirations you kept hidden. Now he was the one short circuiting.
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