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[ 🦈 ] — Reaching their favorite spot, Rin held Sousuke's hand as he escorted him inside the establishment and towards a table. A waitress came to hand them some menus while Rin smirked at his boyfriend. "Obviously, knowing how big of an appetite you have. After here, we can go to the movies or the mall. Whatever you want to go, it's your treat after all."

★ ━━━━━━ Excited to eat, he looked at the menu and nodded while Rin spoke. "Yeah, a movie after sounds good, we could sit in the back row and..." Grinning slyly, Sosuke leaned in closer to his boyfriend. "Maybe have some fun in the dark."

His treat, he'd probably order half the menu! That way they could take leftovers, and hide them at the movies. "Excuse me!" He flagged their waitress, and smiled at her as she took out a pad to write his order. "I'll take two orders of Egg Drop Soup, some Pepper Chicken, Brocolli and Beef, and Fried Rice!!"

Beaming at Rin, Sousuke was happy to get to eat what he wanted, depending on what Rin ordered, he'd share some of his food with the Shark, after all, Rin was paying for it.

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continued from here / @prophisied

"you would be a wonderful father one day," sousuke said casually and yes, he meant it, but that kind of included the thought that makoto would get himself a family, a lovely wife, 2 dogs, in laws and well, babies. that he would settle down the conventional way and it had sousuke purse his lips in distaste. not like he himself could say anything against it when he couldn't even bring himself to ask the male out on one simple date...

" i promise, but you can take me out any day. i would never say no to you." he couldn't help it, the subtle flirting. it always shone through everything he said or did because deep inside he harbored this crush for makoto that sousuke couldn't hold back all that easily. he was just downright bad at it, but still didn't manage to properly convene the fact, that he liked makoto, as a man first and foremost.

"i'll impress you with the uniform soon."

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continued from here / @strawberrycolaaa

it was still surprising to him, that nagisa willingly spread his legs for him. for too long he had pictured the blond to be nothing but innocent and pure... and straight. a small grin crossed his lips when nagisa's face eventually lightened up and that cute red blush was visible... he was truly adorable. sousuke could watch his face all day and not get tired of it.

sousuke was buried balls deep in nagisa when the other's words slowly hit him. where did he learn to talk like that? pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead, sousuke slowly leaned back up, hands grabbing the boy's slim hips before he started thrusting, slowly at first before gradually picking up the pace.

nagisa was just so nicely tight, he couldn't help moaning lowly whenever he pushed himself back inside---as deep as possible into nagisa. "tell me more about that, about how much you want this dick."

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he didn't mean to sound so rude, especially not to makoto. that boy was... the gentlest soul on earth. "i am sorry," he apologised immediately, eyes looking up curiously. makoto had always been too nice for his own good. it was admirable, honestly, sousuke was just a bundle of emotions that often turned entirely negative.

he nonetheless gladly accepted the snack and the drink, keeping himself occupied from staring at makoto. "nothing that important. i do want to get back into my a game, but i'll not pursue it in the same way our friends do."

there was a small moment of silence, sousuke's eyes locking onto makoto's face. "how do i pay you back? you always manage to calm me down." a breath he didn't know he was holding, passed past his lips.

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who : sousuke / @app3tence . where : great bear library / the cafe .

HE STOMPS FORWARD AND SLAMS HIS PALMS AGAINST THE TABLE , A CRACKLE OF MISPLACED THUNDER RIPPING THROUGH AN OTHERWISE CLEAR SKY . . .

" your favorite barista , my ass ! " face fastened into a scowl , half anger and half pout . heterochomatic eyes tear sousuke down from brow to straight - pressed lips , taking in the absolute audacity of the angel . ugh , fucking angels . at least witches eventually dropped the nice act . angels though ? bright smiles and faux niceties so convincing that it made their skin crawl . " i'm sick for a week , fighting for my life armed with cough syrup in one hand and benadryl in the other , and look at you . what's up with you angels ? aren't you all ' prayers for the needy ' ? or does god only help those that help themselves ?! typical . " he practically snatches the frosty glass off the table so fast that the ice cubes clink against the side . " i'll only drink matcha if you make it . don't lie in my fucking face ! i bet you were all up on mal while i was gone . did they make this for you ? huh ? HUH ?! " dramatics as he holds the glass in front of the angel's face . " what is this , anyway ?! "

[mamoritxi]

"not  cutie,  probably  not  handsome  either,  or  sexy.  yeah,  i  got  that."  he  could  call  him  kisumi,  alright,  then  he  would.  if  his  client  wished  for  that,  then  he  had  to  fulfill  his  wish,  that  much  was  his  job  and  he  valued  it  too  much  to  be  fire  again,  even  though  he  did  think  the  pink  head  was  quite  cute,  handsome  and  also  beautiful.  someone  like  sousuke  rarely  laid  eyes  on  someone  so  well  off,  someone  who  seemed  rather  pure  and  innocent,  even  though  he  supposed  kisumi  had  plenty  of  hook  ups,  he  seemed  to  be  the  type  for  that,  but  not  mindless  kinky  sex  that  knew  no  bounds,  the  one  sousuke  was  so  used  to.  he  was  also  used  to  buff  and  brawny  men  like  himself.  kisumi  was  a  sight  for  sore  eyes  and  a  welcome  change  to  his  usual  every  day.

"i  am  sorry  for  using  such  a  title  in  the  first  place."  it  would  set  him  straight  again,  that  was  good.  he  needed  to  be  told  to  back  off,  he  was  so  used  to  getting  involved  with  everyone  that  his  hyper  sexuality  became  a  bit  of  a  problem.  it  was  his  way  of  coping  with  loneliness  and  abandonment.  not  that  his  parents  knew  about  any  of  that,  but  they  didn't  need  to.  he  only  wanted  for  them  to  live  comfortably  and  now  he  could  make  it  possible  if  he  didn't  fuck  up.

"i'll  take  that  one..."  sousuke  played  with  his  thumbs,  both  hands  lying  on  his  lap.  "i  have  signed  a  contract.  i  am  supposed  to  watch  over  you  and  keep  you  safe.  i  have  clear  boundaries  of  what  i  am  allowed  to  do  and  what  i  am  not  to.  upon  breaching  even  one  of  these  rules  or  when  you  feel  uncomfortable,  then  please  feel  free  to  let  your  family  know  and  they  will  fire  me."  and  then  it  would  be  back  to  his  old  boring  and  cold  life.

"i  will  not  touch  you,  i  will  just  remain  in  the  back."  he  was  allowed  to  have  sex  with  kisumi  though.  he  did  think  it  was  odd.  not  being  able  to  have  a  proper  official  relationship  but  no  restrictions  on  intimacy?  did  they  either  think  this  lowly  of  sousuke  to  not  even  consider  that  or  did  they  not  care  about  kisumi  at  all,  actually?  such  families  were  way  too  complicated  to  sousuke.

"thank  you,  kisumi-san."

Kisumi usually kept a mask firmly in place. It wasn’t scary like you typically think of with masks. This one was for entertainment purposes. Usually he had a pleasant expression on even when he was annoyed or pissed off. It made him far more likable this way.

That mask dropped hearing the guard call him cutie.

Kisumi wanted to write it off at first because the man probably didn’t have manners. Yet if he was supposed to be working with him, he needed to set some precedence. “You are not to refer to me like that again.” His tone was steely as he stared back at this Sousuke. Then as suddenly as he shifted the mask went back up as if nothing happened. His features softened as he moved on to address the other issues.

For someone not trying to be rude Sousuke wasn’t great at it. Already judging his appearance as a party animal, referring to him as a cutie, what more could he do?

Now he was being extremely bold and asking for a place to stay? Kisumi wanted to say he could stay here at his office for all he cared. Yet if his Uncle found out it would cause more of a headache. He could already hear him bitching about the amount of money he was paying this guy for Kisumi not to treat him well.

“I have a spare bedroom.” He didn’t like this. Yet it wasn’t used.. currently. Hopefully this arrangement wouldn’t last long and he could get things in working order. Maybe Sousuke would stay for a short time, assess and see that he didn’t need to be monitored that closely. Or he could find an opening in his building to sublease an apartment for Sousuke to stay in completely. Wouldn’t that be nice, his Uncle should be proud for how accommodating he is.

“I’m not sure if I entirely believe you.” How could Kisumi simply not notice a hulking man looming behind him like a predator ready to pounce?

@mamoritxi

[venxomi]

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun Chapter 120 - Yugi Amane, Minamoto Kou & the Red House

This is my first time making this type of thread, so I hope you will bear with me ^^ I'll talk about the important bits.

Yugi Amane

Chapter 120 explains Yugi Amane's situation in the new present. Even though Nene tried denying it, Yugi Amane was incapable of finding happiness, even if he got to live a little longer. It confirmed he died in his late 20s, and that his soul is but a prisoner to the Red House, forced to obey its orders.

That he's been killing multiple people without him even realizing, as he is unable to defy the House...

And ultimately revealing that, while possessed, Amane had killed both Kou and Sousuke in the aftermath of chapter 118. The Kou we saw in chapters 119 and 120 is nothing but his now trapped soul.

As Kou explains everything, we come to realize the following: It's not just Yugi Amane who is a prisoner of the House, but Tsukasa, their parents and the souls who warned Mitsuba as well. That they're all unfortunate victims that were eaten alive by the House and forced into servitude.

Minamoto Kou

Kou is not immune from the Red House's possession- He is now one of its servants, just like Amane and the other people killed. Just like Amane who forcefully dragged Kou and Nene to the well through the black door, so did Kou lure Nene through the same door.

Finally possessed by the House, he tries to drag Nene down the well, to make her a victim just like the others.

It is then when Teru comes to rescue Nene, but not realizing that the Kou he sees is nothing but his soul, he accidentally exorcises him while snapping him out of the possession.

It is important to note that Kou didn't feel any sort of bitterness towards Amane killing him or towards Teru exorcising him.

After Amane killed him, he just lamented his fate.

Not only did he lament his fate, but also asked Nene to change the world back to how it was. Not only because he and Mitsuba are long dead, but because he now knows how truly messed up the new present is. How no one is truly "happy" here. How it goes against his motivation, which is to bring everyone actual happiness.

That's why he brought Nene to Amane in chapter 119. To make her see how this world actually looks like, to make her want to go back. To make her see that even if Amane lived longer, he was way more miserable than he ever was in the original timeline.

When his big brother exorcised him, he only felt glad. Glad that he couldn't harm Nene, and glad that he doesn't have to suffer the same fate as Amane. Glad that he hasn't succeeded in killing anyone against his will.

Even while disappearing right before her eyes, Kou tries to comfort her. If she succeeds in rewinding the world, they will be able to meet again.

He even compares this new world to a "bad dream", contrasting himself from chapter 118, who considered the old world to be the "dream", then not knowing how truly wicked the new present is.

His last words confirm that Mitsuba has died together with him.

The Well

Teru, shocked by the events, immediately heads over to the well and looks inside.

He falls limp, only supported by the well, in total disbelief. Due to the implications throughout chapter 120, it is safe to assume that in the well lies the corpses of all the Red House's victims, including Kou and Sousuke.

This is further evidenced by Akane's reaction, who is repulsed by whatever is seen inside.

It is then when Akane concludes that this timeline is not stable, as he was tasked to check. The well is enough evidence to back up how twisted the world is.

Conclusions

I'm not sure whether we will see the contents of the well. We see the series through Nene's eyes, and Nene being stopped from seeing what's inside the well meant the readers are stopped from seeing aswell. The implications are evident enough to prove that within it lie numerous corpses, including Kou and Sousuke's.

Akane ended the chapter with a resolution to change the world back to how it was, but they still aren't aware of when to go and what to change. So they will stay within the Red House for the next few chapters for sure.

I'm not sure if the Red House will let them leave. All 4 living humans are all right next to the well where the Red House supposedly eats them alive. It's too good of an opportunity for it not to ambush them in the next chapter.

Teru and Nene, but especially Teru, will 100% go some under serious character development. Not only does Teru exorcising Kou somewhat parallel Amane killing Tsukasa in the original timeline, but Teru sacrificed his entire childhood to protect Kou, only for it to end like this in the New Present. Truly tragic.

Amane reacted to Yashiro calling Hanako for help. It may be that in the future chapters, Amane will get his memories from the original timeline and help Nene and the others find out what to change. Though I have a feeling, given that he's susceptible to being possessed by the House, that he will take himself down along with the House in order to let them leave. Although again, this is just a random prediction of mine...

This is the first time Nene's hairclip slips from her hair. The shape of her hairclips symbolize good luck, and it was truly good luck. If it weren't for her hairclip falling off, Aoi wouldn't have found her and Teru wouldn't have saved her in time. Albeit this can be also interpreted as limited good luck, as it slipping off would mean that Nene won't benefit from the same luck again.

This was truly the most heartwrenching chapter in the series, but also one of the best written in my opinion, being a huge pay-off for the other chapters of the Alteration arc. However, I have a feeling we're only going downhill from here.

Kou was likely already doomed from chapter 116, when he was first possessed by little Tsukasa. Because he was then sent to the Red House with an envelope that had nothing inside and with circumstances he himself doesn't remember, and as per Kou's words in chapter 120, the Red House uses the souls it captured to bring new victims from the Near Shore. He was fated to die the moment he came into contact with Tsukasa. Mitsuba could've escaped, but he wanted to save Kou and died together with him instead.

I hope you enjoyed my post!

[momodita]

snapshots. [—hirako shinji]

TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, comfort,       reader does not like aizen (lmao), light angst WC: 1,000 NOTE: shinji u are everything to me...

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“Somethin’ interesting up there?”

It is not an insignificant thing for another division’s captain to invite another squad’s subordinate to their quarters. But Shinji was never one for convention and has even less love for etiquette.

“Say, don’t you think it’s time to change out the tatami?” you ask instead of acknowledging his question.

Your back is to him, crouched in a corner of the room—staring at the ceiling. He was penning some kind of letter to Hiyori up until a couple minutes ago, humming to himself every few brush strokes; probably imagining her reactions to the stupid jokes he’s undoubtedly including.

“The time to spring clean has long since passed, ya know,” he drawls. Your head bends. Index finger scratching at a frayed edge, coaxing out the light click and snap of it. Loud in the oppressive quiet of midnight.

“When was the last time these were replaced?” you ask. “They're all discolored and patchy. And look—it’s coming apart.” You flick up a broken thread.

“Don’t pull it apart!” Shinji’s protest falls on deaf ears.

“I bet there’s a bunch of dirt trapped under here, too. I’ve never seen you clean it once.”

“Aizen probably had it done when he was captain.” Shinji waves a hand.

Your lips purse. You pierce a fingernail into the woven mat, testing its durability. There’s no doubt Aizen Sousuke had indeed done some upkeep of this room. You’d once walked by while looking for Hinamori and had taken it upon yourself to peek in—just to see.

Aizen was out working, of course. But his presence was unmistakable in the neatly arranged bookshelves, the futon he kept plump and folded, the desk, the tea set. All of it so neat. Sterile. It was like Shinji had never even lived there at all.

“Well, now you can get it replaced to celebrate your reinstatement,” you say, trying to sound casual around the plucking snap of another ripping thread. “They get musty during the summer.”

“Are ya sayin’ I stink?” he lilts. “There’s better things for us to do than fuss over the floors.” He tosses a crumpled piece of paper at you. It bounces off your shoulder. “And stop wreckin’ the tatami—I really will have to get them replaced.”

“Captain Kuchiki has someone do his—I hear they’re good. Efficient. He probably wouldn’t mind passing their name along—y’could have it done in like, three days tops.”

A pause. Then, Shinji sighs. His footsteps are soft and rhythmic as he crosses the room to slide the shoji doors open. A chill crawls inside. You shiver as it caresses up your uniform.

The Seireitei is at its best under moonlight, when the barracks are quiet and the only chatter is from the cicadas.

But Shinji, at least, is suited for its warm afternoons, when the sun is at its highest and it brings out the color of his hair.

(This insight strikes a familiar memory you keep of him: decades ago, before his disappearance, you would catch him under cloudless summer skies, lounging on the roofs. Perched for friendly, passing small talk; or perhaps to strike one of Hiyori’s many easy nerves. He’d tilt his head to talk to you and the light would catch that sheet of hair, illuminating it into golden strands.

And you, caught by the tempting shape of his profile, would always be coaxed to join. Sitting less than a sword’s length apart, he’d no idea of the longing brewing in your chest—so potent it knocked against each of your ribs.

When you spoke, you wondered if he saw it pouring out of your mouth in vapors like you did; if he was keen enough to spot the lift of your cheeks as you smiled away from him.)

“Something’s on yer mind,” he says, taking a seat beside you. “Don’t even think of hidin’ it from me, either. Got it?”

Much has changed since his disappearance. Not all of it good. You weigh the truth against a white lie. Then settle for something in between.

“Nothing really,” you mumble, drawing your arms across your chest. An absence of birdsong makes you that much more aware of your breath. “Just thinking ahead.”

“Will I have to replace them for the New Year, too?” he jests, leaning back on his hands.

The nostalgia of his posturing and banter stirs an acute yearning in your chest. Dry air stings your sinuses. Moistens your eyes. You think of life in Seireitei before everything. Before rising the ranks. Before Shinji cut his hair. Before Aizen Sousuke.

Before Aizen, you and Shinji would enjoy tea together. Or talk. Or admire the gardens. Before Aizen, you’d stare and stare at Shinji to take your fill of him—to memorize the ugly scrunch of his face as he squinted and the tiny lines by his eyes when he laughed.

“I want every trace of him gone,” you whisper finally, face buried. “I don’t want even a single piece of him left behind. I don’t want to remember him wearing your haori, or sleeping on the same futon, or using your brushes.” The brushes you gifted Shinji to celebrate his promotion. “It makes me sick just thinking about it.” From the specks of dirt to the air in that room, Aizen lingers everywhere he shouldn’t.

Shinji’s gaze is a heavy entity. You feel it on your shoulders—his quips withheld as he considers your words.

“I never took ya for the sentimental type.”

You huff an agitated noise. “It’s revenge. Don’t confuse them. ”

“Revenge for me?” Shinji asks, sounding infuriatingly gleeful.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoff, nape prickling—caught. “Revenge for deceiving everyone.” Shinji merely hums. “You had your chance—Hinamori-chan deserves a turn to throttle him.” To that, Shinji doesn’t respond. But what is there to say? The wretched ghosts of your past bend to no one.

“Idiot,” he chides, achingly soft, “there’s nothin’ to worry about.”

(The tatami is replaced by the following week.)

[cpirits]

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Kisumi’s nose scrunched up slightly as he watched Sousuke’s arm appeared by his side and effortlessly grab the book he had been eyeing. Yes on his tiptoes he just was able to graze the cover. “You know, I’m only about 2 or 3 inches shorter than you.” He informed Sousuke. It had always been a little rivalry between the two of them about their height. When he had been younger Kisumi was much taller than Sousuke and Rin when they played soccer together. Sousuke had been so cute the way he would glare and somehow pout at the same time, vowing to grow taller. Yet Kisumi couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of envy to Sousuke’s few inches. Think about what that would do for his basketball skills. “I probably could have grabbed it. Do you need a reward now?” Kisumi smirked taking hold of the book’s binding.

★ ━━━━━━ "You're right about that, shorty." He teased as he grabbed the book with no effort.

Teal eyes went soft, as the other said he could have gotten it. "Well, you might have fallen over, that wouldn't be very nice, would it?" He chuckled.

"A reward?" He echoed in thought as he gave Kisumi the book, while still holding onto the other side of the pages. "Maybe." He leaned in and snagged a kiss from the other man, gauging his reaction.

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"alright, alright. always tell me when you don't like something." this wasn't the usual. he'd take the guy behind the gym, fuck him hard and never meet again. sousuke was very serious about aki and he knew aki had seen him there once, but he didn't ever mention it really but he also knew the boy wasn't very experienced. he didn't want to scare him off... he didn't want to hurt him. his aki was so precious, so wonderful, so beautiful.

he took a deep breath when he felt aki's hands on him, certainly not minding it at all. he loved it when aki took... charge, tried something without sousuke even telling him. they were still in the very beginning of the relationship, kissed a few times, touched each other, helped jerk off and sousuke hesitantly pushed himself inside, when aki asked him to, but it still felt foreign and new and exciting.

"it's good, don't worry..." sousuke smiled softly, moving a bit closer so he could place his lips right on top of the other's. "but if you get me hard, i might want to fuck you again, aki..." and this time around they were not at sousuke's... or aki's. "i am not good at holding back..." they could get into the showers, those could be closed for some privacy, but... people could always get dangerously close.

and sousuke was not one to finish in ten minutes.

            ❝  keep going . . .  ❞  ⸻  the kisses upon his skin is ticklish  ,  flinching when the other's tongue touched upon his nipple  .  it's such a strange sensation . . . but he's quickly distracted when sousuk'e hand wraps around his cock and his breathes STUTTERS for a moment  .  it's as if he just got shocked by the touch  ,  he can feel the other's eyes on him  .  moving his hands to pull sousuke's face closer  ,  akihisa presses kisses to the male's visage  ,  ❝  keep going  ,  ❞  he repeats  ,  he wants this  .  he wants sousuke to touch him . . .              feeling a bit bold  ,  his own hands move to traverse that of sousuke's figure . . . touching and feeling the man's warm skin beneath his hand  .  exploring sousuke's body as if this was the first time they've seen one another naked  .  as if to mirror sousuke's actions  ,  akihisa's fingers plays with the hem of sousuke's pants . . . hesitating  ,  should he continue  ??  will it be okay if he continues  ??               when sousuke doesn't stop him as lithe fingers dip beneath the waistband  ,  a surge of courage takes over as akihisa's hand wraps around the other's cock as well  .  hot  ,  heavy  ,  thick . . . he's seen it before  ,  felt it before . . . but it is always so SURREAL to feel sousuke in his hand or in him  .  a soft whine at his own imagination  ,  ❝  good  ??  ❞  he mumbles  ,  trying to follow sousuke's rhythm  ,  unsure of how he's doing . . . is this okay  ??  does sousuke feel good  ??

[bokutosbiceps]

‘tis the season | free!

haruka nanase/matsuoka rin/tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.2k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the free boys !! i would do anything to do anything domestic w rin like pls let me LEMME AT HIM. anyways, i left ikuya/kisumi/asahi outta this because i could NOT think of anything for them. AND ONCE AGAIN: REIGISA FOR LIFE, I AINT WRITING X READER FOR THEM. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

nanase haruka actually enjoys watching christmas movies. he likes to make you dinner (mackerel) beforehand and get cozy underneath the kotatsu while you debate which movie you should watch. 

haru always chooses to watch elf, for some reason. you don't know why and he won't say why. but you always end up watching it with haru’s head resting in your lap and your fingers threading through his hair.

“you're laughing.” haru points out during the snowball scene in the movie, a soft smile reaching his eyes and making them crinkle. you raise an eyebrow at him before looking back up at the screen.

“yeah, elf’s funny!”

“i know, that's why i chose it.”

“because you think it's funny? i haven't seen you laugh once, haru!” you ruffle his hair lightly, earning a small whine from him.

“no, because you laugh. and i like it when you laugh. it's nice.” haru says simply, not taking his attention away from the screen. you raise your eyebrows as you look down at your introverted, sometimes emotionally constipated boyfriend.

of course, he's said romantic and sweet things to you before, but it always catches you off guard. his blatant honesty always comes out of nowhere and squeezes your heart till you're breathless. 

you resume combing through his feather soft, raven black hair with your fingers and sigh happily. you're never exactly sure how to respond, but you knew that haru was never one for words anyways.

matsuoka rin believes he's a master at decorating christmas cookies. he stands behind you and tries  to make it romantic by placing his hands over yours while you try to draw cute little drawings on the cookies.

but it really just ends up in a petty argument, much to both your chagrin and your delight. riled up rin is one of your favorite types of rins.

“why are you fighting me so much? i'm literally steering you in the right direction.” rin points a finger at the lopsided christmas tree on one of the cookies. “what is that?”

“christmas tree.” you answer with a shrug, purposely acting with such simple resolve that it made rin exasperated almost immediately.

“why does it look like that, though? it's uneven!” 

“well, it has its own style!” a sly smile spreads across your lips. “looks like you could stand to have some, too.” you inch toward him with the piping bag in your hands, before quickly reaching up and swiping a glob of green frosting across rin’s cheek.

he narrows his eyes at you and grabs a piping bag from the counter, squeezing till some frosting squirts out and hits you in the nose.

this continues on for longer than the two of you would've liked, since now the kitchen and your bodies are covered in red, white, green, blue, and yellow frosting. 

“i'm sorry.” rin huffs stubbornly, taking a wet paper towel and starting to wipe down the counter. “i just wanted the cookies to be perfect.”

you chuckle at rin’s furrowed eyebrows and slide up to him, splaying your hands against his chest while you hug him from behind. “who says they have to be perfect?”

he turns around in your hold, a soft smile relaxing his features. he takes your face in his hands, and you can tell he's fighting the blush that is breaking out across his cheeks. “perfect cookies for a perfect girlfriend?” 

you smile and lean up to press a kiss to his blue frosting speckled cheek. “sweet.” you grin at him, licking your lips.  

“now, let's go get cleaned up, hmm?” rin flashes you a toothy grin before grabbing you, tossing you over his shoulder with ease, and carrying you off to the bathroom.

tachibana makoto is a master at decorating the christmas tree, since he's had tons of practice helping his younger siblings do it. you've not met another man with a better eye for design than makoto. there was one thing that he absolutely could not do, however, which would leave him totally depressed and helpless if he ever decorated a christmas tree by himself. the star.

sometimes he's tall enough to just stand on the tip of his toes and plop the star down, but he likes to get big and majestic trees. and he just can't do it.

he's afraid of the height. although it's a mere six feet up off the ground, which he already naturally is, it's something about getting up on a ladder and falling such a short distance onto the hard ground below that makes his stomach churn.

but, of course, he has you to do this for him!

“okay, ready?” makoto’s arms are encircling your knees and he's squatting below you, ready to lift you up whenever you’re ready. you've got the star in hand, all whites and yellows and gems and sparkles—it's makoto’s favorite thing. his weakness.

“ready whenever you are, mako!” you smile down at him and he hoists you up, holding steady while you situate the star on top of the tree until you're satisfied with the look. he carefully lowers you back down and holds you by the shoulders while you flip the switch to turn on the christmas tree.

the christmas tree glitters and shines in all of its white and gold glory while you and makoto look on in pure joy. he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and wraps his around around your shoulders, bringing you back to rest against his chest.

“couldn't have done it with you, y/n.” he sighs happily, eyes glowing with joy in the light of the tree you brought to life together.

yamazaki sousuke is way too good at ice skating, like, it should be illegal for someone to be so handsome, so good at swimming, have such a good heart, and be good at ice skating. no one’s good at ice skating! especially not you.

you couldn't really help it, though. you had seen all these ads of this new pop up ice skating rink with an attached rooftop hot chocolate bar in downtown tokyo and you knew you just had to take your boyfriend there. 

you thought it'd be cute to glide around the rink, fingers intertwined with sousuke’s, then stop for some delicious hot cocoa afterward. but instead, sousuke has to carry you back to your shared apartment on his back while you moan in pain. you'd taken a pretty nasty fall five minutes into ice skating, effectively twisting your ankle to hell and cutting the date night incredibly short. 

sousuke sets you up on the couch, a pack of ice underneath your ankle, a blanket spread across your legs, and pillows propping you up.

“here you go, daredevil.” you look up to see sousuke holding a mug out to you, and you take it with a smile. you peer down into the mug and smile up at sousuke with excitement in your eyes when you see what's inside.

“you made hot cocoa?” you asked excitedly. sousuke smiles at you and places a kiss to your forehead before placing his own mug on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“'course i did, you didn't get to have any downtown.” sousuke gently moves your legs out of the way so he can prop them up on his lap, holding the pack of ice against your ankle for you.

“how are you so perfect, sou?”

“perfect for you.” he gives your leg a gentle, what was supposed to be affectionate, squeeze. you hiss in pain and he grimaces. “sorry, sorry!”

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[ofoceansandtombsanew]

My Chapter 51 Thoughts and my thoughts around ShimaMitsu in general

So @mapoeggplant​ had a really cool discussion thread on twitter and I wanted to contribute to it. But I got very longwinded and now idk if the pics in my google doc even loaded... so I decided to share my thoughts here on tumblr as well!

Be warned, this post is littered with manga spoilers so if you are an anime-only or haven’t caught up to the most recent chapters, avoid this post so you don’t have the journey spoiled for yourself ^o^

Mika realizing something is up with Mitsumiー Mika is definitely a character that surprised me in how much I ended up liking her! Everyone in S&L I think is a subversion of popular tropes in manga’s past where on the surface they look like a trope and then boom, sensei hits us with a reality check and explanation as to how they are. Mika is clearly the ‘mean girl in shoujo who hates the protagonist by virtue of crushing on the male lead’. *Worry not, I’m aware S&L is a seinen*

But her maturity and growth over the series? Astounding. From reconciling with her envy of Mitsumi, Nao helping her come to terms with the idea of Mitsumi and Sousuke dating hypothetically in the future and becoming such a good friend? Love it.

So I love how Mika is the first to really notice that something is off with Mitsumi in regards to Sousuke.

Pretty sure that back in chapter 47 it was established that all of the girls have noticed something was off with Mitsumi. But they decided to respect her privacy because if she wants to tell them what’s wrong, she’ll tell them and they want to give her the chance to come to them first. Though they did express they were worried she wasn’t truly seeming like herself.

And the reason Mika starting to connect the dots this most recent chapter is so ‘big’ for me, for lack of a better word, is because it really puts into perspective how Mitsumi has been handling the breakup.

Mitsumi breaking things off with Sousuke was definitely a mature move. I’ve even been in the same position of breaking things off with a relationship because of feeling like the way we loved each other was different and it would be best to go back to friends. Then spending 2 years chatting with my ex as if nothing happened before having an emotional breakdown about it and needing two weeks of space from her before I could function around her. And it feels like Mitsumi is doing the same thing with Sousuke. But by virtue of Mika spotting Mitsumi’s discomfort in sitting next to Sousuke and starting to question things, it really solidifies how Mitsumi is processing things.

Like, Mitsumi telling Sousuke she can work on her own and such when he proposed the idea when she mentioned wanting to work to get Maharu a new wallet. She wasn’t just brushing it off and being all chill, kumbaya. She was more than likely trying to avoid him because she isn’t really ready to just be alone with him yet.

So I’m hoping in this arc that Mika is going to bring up what she’s noticed to Mitsumi. Because since she’s already processed her feelings, if Mitsumi were to admit to her that she and Sousuke dated briefly before she ended things it wouldn’t make Mika spiteful or anything weird like that. If anything, I think it would bring them closer together because if there is anyone who would understand the Sousuke-failed-relationship/rejection love pains Mitsumi is going through, it would be Mika.

Mitsumi & Sousuke (and Yasaka)ー

As for Mitsumi specifically, I think that her relationship with Sousuke as present is a ripple effect of Yasaka’s statement back during the chapter Mitsumi rightfully called Sousuke out for not standing up for her when she would definitely do it if the roles were reversed.

Immediately after that, we see Mitsumi beginning to contemplate what she said, her perspective of Sousuke and she doesn’t really know how Sousuke was raised, his relationships with his family etc. Like, she knows there is some drama there, based on the school festival arc with the play and running into Sousuke’s childhood friends and mother but she also acknowledges she doesn’t know the full story and how Sousuke came to be how he is today.

While Yasaka’s assessment did give Mitsumi the idea that she should keep in mind how she was raised and how others were raised paints how they become in the present, she is almost like… overly internalizing that and trying to be overly conscious of Sousuke’s feelings. And even the feelings of Maharu. I’m not sure I’d go as far as saying Mitsumi is blaming herself for what they are going through since so far I haven’t really seen anything that would indicate self-blame. The closest you can get to that is her scolding herself for expecting Sousuke to come to her defense just because they’re dating.

When, in reality, while Yasaka is right Mitsumi should keep in mind that Sousuke and her have different frames of reference and she should be considerate of that… Mitsumi was well within her right to be upset that her boyfriend was letting some mean girls shit talk in her face and made no effort to defend her.

Then the next time you see them interact in chapter 45, she essentially brushes that under the rug. She apologizes to Sousuke for getting upset, he says he is going to turn down their party invite and they go their separate ways… But Sousuke never actually apologizes for not standing up for her which, at least in Mitsumi’s eyes, would solidify the idea that she was in the wrong and was expecting too much of her at-the-time boyfriend.

This overly considerate behavior Mitsumi is now displaying even went as far as not wanting to tell her friends about the breakup and everything that led up to it because she was worried about how they would perceive Sousuke and possibly give him some sort of negative treatment in response to how things went. Not to mention, she’d rather just bottle up her feelings than cause a rift in their friend group they’ve had since first year.

When she breaks up with Sousuke, she goes above and beyond in reassuring him they have and always will be friends. Which while that is cool because the hiccups aside, they have a pretty great friendship, Mitsumi isn’t really allowing herself to feel hurt by the breakup and thinks that, while even if a large portion of it is that she and Sousuke’s ‘love’ is different her actions thus far would imply she thinks it is on her for expecting so much. (So I guess there actually is a good portion of self-blame from her, even if subconsciously!) 

And with the most recent chapter, Sousuke gets to see how Mitsumi is hiding how hurt she is by Maharu’s rejection of her gift and her outburst that Mitsumi is only thinking about herself and to me his expression is almost like a parallel to his expression in chapter 46 when Mitsumi broke up with him.

In chapter 46, Sousuke needed comfort. He’s worried about being abandoned or viewed as worthless because he wasn’t able to live up to the ‘use’ or ‘idea’ Mitsumi had of him.

This time, Mitsumi needs comfort and it’s like this moment has essentially confronted Sousuke with the fact that she isn’t as cheerful, mature and invulnerable as she has presented herself to him thus far. So while yes, Yasaka was right in how Mitsumi doesn’t know as much about Sousuke as she thought she did, the reverse is also very true in that Sousuke doesn’t really know Mitsumi as much as he thought he did.

Sprinkle all this into the fact that Sousuke is going through his own whirlwind of emotions regarding Mitsumi, their breakup and how he feels about her. He’s jealous of Ujiie and how close he is with Mitsumi, he feels left out that Mitsumi hasn’t really been including him in activities outside of school and he was pouty and perplexed in chapter 47 about her perspective of the breakup going far as to pout to Chris and Ririka:

And Chris rightfully being confused because he doesn’t get Sousuke’s reaction since back in chapter 42 he didn’t even really know if Sousuke really even liked Mitsumi romantically (as proven by how, when Sousuke told him about the breakup, he automatically assumed Sousuke was dumper and not the dumpee). Now he wants to be closer to her while Mitsumi is essentially going ‘I want to keep everything chill and normal but at the same time I’m still upset and trying not to be next to him for extended periods of time just yet’.

Fast forward to chapter 51 and Sousuke’s in Mitsumi’s childhood home and feeling out of place/out of his element. So this is all the recipe for him to confront his own misconceptions of Mitsumi and, hopefully, apologize for his part in the breakup and how he should have stood up for her. Which we do see him do later in chapter 50 when she isn’t present, but Sousuke has the self-awareness to know and bitterly accept that if Mitsumi hadn’t called him out before he likely would have let them continue talking poorly about her.

Maharu & Mitsumiー Now onto Maharu~ I’m fully looking forward to her part in this arc because it is very clear that she is dealing with insecurities regarding herself and her older sister. Mitsumi has been confirmed by multiple characters that she is essentially a prodigy in her hometown and her hometown is being hit with a very real-life problem the Japanese countryside faces. Like, it is to the point where schools in the countryside are shutting down because there aren’t enough students to justify keeping them open because the young people are leaving for the city, not returning and not raising their kids there (which most people aren’t doing anyway due to the decline in birthrates in recent years for Japan).

Mitsumi even went as far as telling Sousuke her thoughts that she might likely be the only one of her siblings to even leave their prefecture.

We don’t really know how much Mitsumi is discussed back in her hometown, but it must be enough to make Maharu feel the way she does. It is just unfortunately manifesting in taking things out on her sister rather than talking to her parents about how she feels or even trying to discuss it with Mitsumi. Hell, talking to Mitsumi about it first probably won’t even help things come to a positive conclusion. As it stands now, Maharu’s perception of her sister is that Mitsumi looks down on her for getting out of the prefecture and going to the holy grail that is the capital of their country for school.

She needs an outside perspective that isn’t ‘tainted’ by Mitsumi.

Mitsumi’s friends from Tokyo are out because 1) they are Mitsumi’s friends and 2) Maharu already is feeling insecure and putting them on a pedestal because they are Tokyonites and fancy people.

Her family is out because Mitsumi is essentially their pride and joy.

And the chapter end with Maharu running into Fumi and while I wanna say ‘Fumi, get in here and rescue this sibling relationship’-

Fumi would still fall under the category of ‘tainted by Mitsumi’ by virtue of being Mitsumi’s best friend, even if Fumi has been shown to be very close to the Iwakura family. So I honestly think it could go either way with Fumi trying to talk to Maharu and help her vent how she feels, but Maharu could easily do that and when Fumi tries to be reasonable Maharu could think that Fumi is trying to take Mitsumi’s side when she is just trying to help give Maharu some outside perspective.

So that would basically summarize all of スキロー thoughts with the most recent chapter sensei has delivered us. I’m loving it all so far and looking very forward to what happens next!

[kisumitenderly]

💕💡📷⌨🎭

💕 in-canon ship I love Sousuke paired with Kisumi. The grumpy/sunshine is something I really adore about their dynamic. Currently, with my threads the current ship that has the most leg-work so far I'm loving Nikki/Kisu with @bclasaeg It's so sad and delicious

💡 Already has been answered here

📷 he's just so cute

⌨ I just really enjoy writing slow-burns with interesting dynamics. I love watching Kisumi fall in and possibly out and back into love with someone.

🎭Kisumi and I are probably only similar in a handful of ways. I have resting bitch face lol and he's like total sunshine. We're both good with people but I need a break where he can't get enough. We share a love for cute stuff. But I hate basketball!! I'm sorry Kisumi I think the sport is the worst.

[mamoritxi]

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rules shortened   &   muse   list   for   mobile   users:

following & dupes: not highly selective. if you follow me first, i expect a wish to interact and for you to approach me. if i follow first, i will try the same. dupes do give me anxiety, but i will try my best to not let it hinder me from interacting.

replies: will try to match, but 2-3 paras is prefered. may take a day, or a month. full time worker with not much time. blog runs on queue with like 2 posts per day.

mains / exclusives: will gladly consider you a main after lots of interaction. don't do exclusives, but might for private muses, which you can btw always request. would prefer plotting beforehand.

aesthetics: all thanks to @/floragfx. my icons are all capped by me, please do not steal. also while i prefer to use them, you of course don't have to. in long threads i might forego using them, most private muses only have old icons.

shipping: absolute trash. nsfw will be present as stated. i love romantic stuff, will tag you and torment you with ideas. it's the reason i am here. friends/family and platonic is nice but no focus.

muse list.

zuko ( atla ), sousuke ( free ), atsumu ( haikyuu ), chiaki ( kamikaze kaitou jeanne ), izuku & dabi ( bnha ), naruto & obito ( naruto ), chifuyu ( tokyo revengers )

childe, alhaitham, wrio, thoma ( genpact ), blade, jingyuan, moze, gepard ( hsr ), jiyan, scar, xiangli yao ( wuwa )

artem wing, li zeyan / victor, sylus ( otome games )

biggs, rufus, reno, zack / clive & barnabas ( final fantasy )

sylvain & casper, diamant ( fire emblem ), nier, addam origo ( xenoblade ), axel & roxas ( kingdom hearts ), rem amamiya / joker ( persona 5 )

originals: tatsuya ; jongdae ; sungho ; myungsoo ; akio ; sanghoon ; hunter ; youngjae ; tian kuo & shui

[txnichtgut-archive]

"that.. is true, but the doctor told me it is quite alright, if i help relocate my friend's stuff." he really didn't mean to pout, but it washed over him like a tidal wave and before he knew it, he was absolutely acting like a spoiled child. he was happy about his shoulder surgery and how well everything was working out, he wasn't supposed to overexert himself, but... sousuke didn't like to be babied either.

sousuke was just about to complain until he heard the last remark. a smile brightened up his features and he nodded. "I'll help and i won't overdo it. You get to spend so much time with the both of them, ya'll could be some threesome fling thing or whatever."

@txnichtgut: i thought you'd choose me. (sousuke/haru)

"You're not supposed to strain your shoulder more than necessary."

Haruka's reply is curt and to the point, as he slings his swim bag over his shoulder looking at Sousuke. While having another heavy lifter to help him relocate apartments would make everything easier, it was by both Rin and Makoto's request that he doesn't. He doesn't understand the babying by them both, but he wouldn't say he doesn't care at all for reinjuring him right after a successful surgery.

"If you have a problem with it, talk to Rin."

Haru murmurs off-handedly waiting for Sousuke to walk along with, as per their quickly adjusting routine. Feeling a little too blunt though, he looks off to the side in quick thought.

"But if you're asking me, you can drop by to visit and offer to help. I won't stop you."

[godkilller]

HITMAN AU thread continued with @dokuhai from here.

BOLD OF RANGIKU TO EVER ASSUME GIN WASN'T WATCHING HER AKIN TO A CIRCLING HAWK, especially in the midst of her shows -- where the venue was packed tight, patrons were allowed up close and personal within arm's reach of her. He made some minor adjustments to the performance's allowance of crowds so close, putting up a railing barrier between them and the stage, but there was only so much allowed that could still offer everyone an unobstructed view of the Karakura City beauty. Ultimately... someone who was willing enough to commit by all means a suicide killing to send a message and spark further gang violence wouldn't mind scaling the 4-foot-tall barrier to knife her in the throat. Security guards spaced apart could react in time, ideally, but the opening still remained -- no matter how slim, it was one that Gin intended to focus upon outside of the various other ways Rangiku's heart could be stopped.

Needless to say, his own heart rate was elevated for more reasons than one during her performances. Perhaps one day, if the venue was smaller and more easily manageable, he'd have the time to truly appreciate her craft. For now, he seemed fully capable of appreciating her beyond the scripted dance and sway of her body upon the stage -- she needn't try, he was already entranced, though Gin did his damnest to not show the success of her allure. Did she know he thought of her endlessly?

He couldn't help but let out a single brief scoff of a chuckle, her words on his tattoo -- the brand of belonging to the corrupt nightlife of Karakura City, to the most dangerous and powerful man within the country no doubt -- of how it suited him, despite its negative connotation and often fear-inspiring realization it granted to any who caught a glimpse. He was not a person who brought on the feelings of 'safe' like Rangiku now experienced -- contradictory of her to glimpse upon a mark of ink that signified just how much of a killer he was and feel as though she was with a protector. How quick romance could wedge its way into murderous skill ---- there was a softness to the fact that he'd kill for her, wasn't there?

The serpentine slithering up his arm and over his shoulder, splaying into rolling coils onto his back, was extensive, and yet only those who knew Ichimaru Gin well enough to get his shirt off of him could ever know the full extent of his devotion toward killing in the name of Aizen Sousuke. Their discussion, her seeing more than a glimpse, was inherently intimate.

❝ Suits me, eh? ❞ A low murmur whilst pale fingers delved through stray wavy strands, the back of his knuckles brushing in a feather-light graze against the slender formation of her shoulder blade. His smile was tangible, spreading slow, easing into the playful purr of his voice. ❝ Why, Rangiku, are you admittin' you like a bad boy? ❞

For all of his dismissive and diverting ploys, Gin wasn't stupid; annoyingly so, he was aware of the fact that Rangiku seemed interested in him in return. She was accustomed to acting that way with her clients, no doubt, but the tells were there for this being a spark of mutual interest. So he flirted back, unrestrained, easing away from the futility of attempting to remain uninterested in her.

The space between them felt addled with yearning, as though tugging at the edges of themselves to step forth and close it -- a simple biting urge that could equally so speak of soul recognition; you know me, even if Aizen took everythin' away -- you'd still know me. At least, he hoped that was the case, as though banking the entirety of himself still existing based on the possibility that she could see what he could no longer recognize in himself. They were both stripped of armor here, her of her performer's outfit oddly used the same way Gin donned a bullet-proof vest.

He'd be an idiot if he ever tried to convince her or himself that this was merely part of his job. Did his gaze linger now, stealing away a glimpse of her as she dressed to engrain into his memory? Well, yes, and he didn't feel too terrible about the fact that he caught her topless from the bar portion of his attached kitchen -- considering she wasn't cowering to cover herself, he felt no guilt in enjoying a more human indulgence of checking her out, her breasts and curves silhouetted against the bright haze of the television screen behind her as she slid his shirt over her head. He'd not dart his eyes away if she looked toward him, he had a hunch she wouldn't protest the intrusion. Matsumoto Rangiku was a bombshell in whatever she was (or wasn't) wearing. The shirt was baggy on her frame as it wasn't snug on his, either, but she was still voluptuous enough for her figure to shine through.

That in and of itself was an oddly instinctual thing to feel pleased by -- the sight of the woman of his affections wearing his clothes, as though the deed left her scent-marked and claimed, scratching an itch he didn't know existed until now. He thought shamelessly of kissing her whilst pouring them both a drink, eager to return from the connected kitchen and be near her again. Gin approached and subsequently sat, placing their drinks on the coffee table a few feet in front of the couch she was now nested upon, looking comfortable and far more relaxed herself. His shoulders mirrored that sentiment, and Gin sank in his seat with a huffed breath as she clicked through the scrolling selection of action movies available to watch.

❝ I could go for somethin' mindless -- how 'bout one of those stupid racin' movies, y'know, there's one where they drive a car into space or some shit. ❞ His hand reached to skim atop hers, not quite snatching to take the remote and relieve Rangiku of her browsing duties, but playfully wriggling to slip the device from her grasp, leaning in to be more playful about the act. That, or he'd inspire her to demand she retained it and hijack their movie session away from some ridiculous car-themed action movie toward something of her tastes instead -- he wouldn't mind either way.