#Reigen gets affection

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

[mothric]

for two seasons of mp100 i've been going 'who does reigen remind me of' and i've finally figured it out. jon arbuckle

[biasomnia]

Happy birthday Reigen I hope you know that you have gotten me through so much. Not as a figure to follow ofc, but I know when in a rut he’s been there and worse :)

[dandelion--darling]

I need to sleep but adult same age mobrei is haunting me again... Reigen applies to Minori’s company in a desperate bid to escape his current job, and by some miracle, actually lands the job. It's much higher class than he's ever had to deal with, but he adapts and survives, as he always has. Maybe... Mob’s and Reigen’s first meeting is by complete chance, out of the office as Reigen smokes a cigarette all by himself in the night. He's having second thoughts, maybe this isn't what he actually wants, he should just quit while he's ahead and use up the money he's saved from both jobs to find something else- maybe even his own office. Reigen can't stop thinking and that's when Mob wanders into his line of sight and his life, snuffing out the cigarette still dangling from his lips with a curious look.

Reigen doesn't realize just who Mob is and ends up talking to Mob for a good long while, the both of them slowly easing into each other the entire time. Mob says that he should give the job more time, to come in the next day, that he's sure he'll find something worth it for him. Reigen doesn't even know it's the end for him already as Mob watches him go, his eyes focusing on his every movement.

Reigen comes in the next day to Minori introducing him to Kageyama Shigeo, the oldest son of the infamous Kageyama family. Mob is already smitten and is absolutely Terrifying looking as he just stands so damn tall over Reigen’s questioning, slight uneased form. Reigen can't even meet Mob's eyes and he thinks that it's so very cute and endearing. Reigen is practically a little piece of sunlight, and Mob decides to keep him close because his kindness, wit, expressiveness, and goodness alone is more than enough to burn the embers of possessiveness alive in his chest. Reigen’s sure he's already made a fool of himself already and that Mob is just being a smug asshole by stringing him along until he finally fires him. Why else does Mob ask for his presence so often? From meetings to everyday work, Reigen is always called at least once or twice per day.

Mob just is so fascinated and endeared by Reigen... and wants to keep him so close and all to himself ^-^ and Reigen is so overwhelmed because this is so much attention that he's never had before. Not only that, but it's Kageyama Shigeo, how can he not be anything but a ridiculous fool around him? It doesn't help that Reigen truly cannot tell if what Mob is thinking, but he always listens whenever Mob calls for him once again...

[aria0fgold]

I woke up and had a split second thought of going back to sleep but was immediately hit with the: "I need to get up so I can see Reigen (on my pc cuz my phone is low battery)." So I sat up, completely went silent, and was like: "What if I start changing myself (like, my horrid sleep sched)." And had to bury my face in the pillows at the ridiculous effect Reigen has on my life.

[kelbinajim]

uhhh heyyyy!! Im alive!!!! I finally got to draw for myself between schoolwork so i doodled the sillies having a smooch!!! Hope you like. It was good for my soul lol

uhhhh also reigen is all talk he gets stupid flustered over literally any sign of affection he has no idea how to deal with someone actually liking him for him ^^

[candyskiez]

Do you ever think about how the show emphasizes Reigen and food constantly. All the time. He's constantly eating and it's how he shows affection to Mob, and it's how he apologizes to Mob for prioritizing clients over him, and it's how he desperately tries to win Mob back over when he crosses the line with him. He's practically begging him not to be mad despite the fact he dug his own grave. And when he's at his lowest it's very clearly emphasized that he's not eating. Hunger is used to constantly emphasize Reigen's need for connection and how he connects with people and it always makes me insane. The first time we see Reigen being an actually pretty good mentor to Mob is when he's eating, so many of the times we see Reigen do the right thing is related to trying to provide for people the only way he knows how to do without messing it up. I don't know where I'm going with this because I haven't analyzed it nearly enough, but god is it so interesting. One day I'm gonna sit down and study food symbolism in mp100 but for now I am just trying to get my Thoughts together. What is up there. I love this show

[inkling-talks]

Uuuugh okay kinda late mer may au here we go

Au information under the cut

I've been sitting on this for a hot minute cause I don't think I'm going to do anything with this aside from a few doodles here and there (I got other fanfics to write currently, maybe one day)

So, mer au where all the espers are mermaids and Seasoning City has a bay. Reigen is a son of a fisher man, he's always hated fishing but doesn't have much else for him. However his father got sick and can no longer go out with him, so most of the time he is alone on the open water.

Tome is still obsessed with aliens but she also loves all sorts of supernatural stuff. Seasoning Bay has rumors of mermaid sightings but they're very rare. She likes to sneak onto Reigen's boat, because he's the only person that hasn't turned around to drop her back at the docks, even though he yells at her every time and puts her to work, he lets her stay. Plus the longer they know each other, the kinder to her he is, and they often talk about the supernatural stuff even though Reigen doesn't believe in it at first. It's also the summer so she's not missing any class.

There's not a lot of fellow fishermen on the water, because most have been pushed out by the fishing company Sun Union (with the same people we know from Sun Union in canon). Reigen has beef with the head guy, like canon, but often ignores what they're doing unless it affects him directly.

I haven't decided if I should give them esper powers or not yet, but they do have some abilities. They can see ghosts (just so Dimple won't be forgotten), they can create bubbles underwater that can go around heads and help humans breathe underwater temporarily. And if they kiss a normal human, that human can see ghosts and be able to breathe underwater permanently.

Mermaids are well known creatures in the world, but they're extremely rare to find, as they often hide from humans. Some countries have laws against hunting them, but they are classfied as animals (despite their human intelligence) and some are kept in aquariums (this is looked down upon though), or research labs. If you're able to catch one alive, that can go for a lot of money. If you poach one, that can also go for a lot of money if you know the right people.

So at first there are only three mers in the bay. Shigeo, Ritsu, and Teruki. Teru likes to go to the surface often and people watch, but he's super careful to not get caught. He often sees Reigen alone, or with Tome, and decided that out of all of them Reigen is less likely to hurt them, mostly because if it comes down to a fight the three of them could take him together.

When Reigen meets Mob for the first time, it's because he comes to him to help Ritsu, who gets stuck in a net that is tied attatched to a sunken old ship far out into the bay. He brings Reigen underwater to him, and thankfully Reigen has a knife on him at the time so he's able to free him.

After that, Mob and Teru decide to visit Reigen a little more frequently when it's just him on the water. It's not often that he's by himself, but he's curious, so he starts setting sail earlier in the morning to meet them more often.

Eventually he does bring Tome along to meet them. She's super excited and gets along with Teru instantly, the two of them asking questions about each other's species.

At some point, Serizawa and Shou move to the bay. They used to live farther into the ocean, but their old coral reef was dying. Serizawa has taken it upon himself to care for Shou, as his mother died when he was young by humans, and his father died when he was a little older after deciding to get revenge on humans against smaller ships (this is just me getting him out of the way for this au).

Shou and Serizawa are very untrusting of Reigen and Tome, obviously, but over time they watch their interactions with the other three and decide they're not so bad. (Or maybe there's an event that gets them to trust them). Serizawa is a little easier to presuade than Shou.

Ritsu kinda doesn't like Reigen, but he just doesn't trust humans in general. Considering his first interaction with Reigen is when he saved him, he's not hostile, but he does make jokes at Reigen's expense. Shou joins in on this when he's more willing to be around Reigen.

And ofc because I'm a serirei lover, they do eventually fall in love. However because of their powers (and also his anxiety), he doesn't want to kiss Reigen until he has to to save his life. After that, Reigen is able to breathe underwater and see ghosts.

Or ghost. Really. Dimple is the only ghost that haunts the bay. Most ghosts stay on land, but Dimple likes talking to the living and has befriended a lot of mers in his afterlife. And because the mers of the bay flock to Reigen's ship the most, he haunts his ship.

I may come up with more for this au, because I think it's really fun, but if I ever do write about it, it won't be until I finish my current fic on ao3. Which will be after May, sadly, but oh well

[normal-person-i-promise]

burning hot

yandere! jealous reigen x reader

"Reigen? Everything okay?"

No. No no no no. Not you. Don't talk to him.

And you're worrying about him. Again. Why must you be so... Caring?

♡ ♡ ♡

God, how Arataka hates that he hired you.

Okay, not— not to say that he regrets hiring you, per se, it's just that... He hates the job he gave you. He hates that everyday, you have to talk to so, so many people all the time, just because of his idiocy — just because he hired you for a job without thinking of the consequences.

He just... Hates how genuine your smiles always seem, how warm and inviting your words are. He hates how nice you always are to all the clients.

They should be for him. Only him. God, how he hates that he hired you.

Realistically speaking, you're the perfect employee: polite, patient, understanding, hardworking — you're flawless. If you were another employee, if you weren't... You, your behaviour would be rewarded on the daily.

Not that he isn't already doing that, though.

He'd take you out to dinner. He'd get you expensive clothes and shoes, high-end perfumes and the newest phones. He'd take care of you when you're sick and when you're well, he'd give you all the affection you could ever ask for. He could love you so, so dearly and so, so well, and yet... He... Can't.

See, that's why Arataka hates having hired you.

...Though it's more of a... Bittersweet relationship with it, really. On one hand, he's overjoyed that he considered you and took you as an employee — he got to meet you, get close to you, talk to you, spend time with you. He got an absolutely amazing employee and even better company! What's not to like about that? You're funny, caring, charming, attentive... He could go on forever.

He's really, really grateful, too, that you wanted the job in the first place. Just thinking of a life without you, a life where you never applied and he never hired you... God, it makes him sick to the stomach.

It'd be so... So dull without you.

On the other hand, though... Oh, how he hates that he gave you, you, a job in customer service, with— with him, of all people, as your boss. Your attention shouldn't be on anyone else. It should just be him. Only him.

And he can't... Be with you, either, because you're not supposed to be in relationships with your boss; it's highly, highly inappropriate — and quite frankly scandalous — behaviour. It results in nothing more than a broken, chaotic workplace, and horrid relationships between employees and employers.

...Best to avoid that, yes?

And, for the record, yes, Arataka's aware. He's fully, totally aware that these feelings, these rampant butterflies in his stomach and these racing thoughts, are all bad; they're too intense, too much. He's aware, fully aware, that he shouldn't have any of these feelings for you in the first place. He hates them, he hates you, he hates himself more than you could ever imagine.

An employee. You're an employee. You're below him, in other words — he's your boss, for god's sake. It is not good in any way, shape, or form, for him to have any kind of romantic— y'know, scratch that, any kind of relationship in general, with you.

It's hard to act normal when you're being so awfully loving to him all the time.

You're addicting, you. A sweet, sugary drug Arataka can't get enough of; the way you'd smile so radiantly, the way you'd talk so sweetly, the way you'd laugh so melodiously...

Oh, it's hard to keep himself together. You're just so... Perfect, god...

There's scant a thought that isn't about you. His hands shake, his head spins, his heart races— and it all feels so, so bad. It feels like he's disobeying rules he can't break, it feels like he's doing something illegal. He feels sick in the head for being this... This in love with you, he feels like he's going mad.

He is, in a way. That's another reason why he hates you so much.

Your... God, your intoxicating words, your tender touch, your god forsaken smile— he hates it. He hates how much he wants you. He hates how much he likes spending time with you, he hates how wanted he feels in your presence, he hates how you'd always make him laugh. He hates how much he thinks about you, how often he'd find his cheeks flushing, how often he'd find himself stumbling over his words.

He hates how much... How much of a mess you make him into. You could reduce him to nothing more than a flustered heap on the floor if you just said something in a different tone that usual.

An absentminded touch. A little smile. A half giggle.

It's enough to drive him insane.

All for you. You, you, you, you, you—

Arataka crushes the cigarette in his hand. The smoke fizzles through his tense, white-knuckled fingers, his brows creased low over his eyes and his mouth set in a hard scowl.

His eyes follow the weak trail of smoke as it slithers lazily out the window, the sweet, smoky smell of tobacco hanging in the air, his hand coated with the ash. The blinds are pulled up, letting the golden sunset's rays spill into the room and casting deep, dark blue shadows.

It makes you look even prettier than usual.

"Reigen? Everything okay?"

No. No no no no. Not you. Don't talk to him.

Your sweet, honeyed voice, your concerned tone, your worried eyes — you'd definitely noticed him white-knuckling his god forsaken desk, and you'd also definitely noticed his icy cold gaze as he stared intently, blankly into the wood, lost in his mind.

And you're worrying about him. Again. Why must you be so... Caring?

"Mm?" He hums in a tight, clipped tone, his teeth clenched tightly together. His eyes move too fast to meet yours, his gaze... Unnaturally intent, scarily intense.

You clear your throat in discomfort, shifting your eyes away.

No no no no. Look at him.

"You, uh..."

You gesture to the cigarette dish on his desk, full.

"...You've been smoking a lot more often. Drinking, too."

Well, how's he supposed to cope?

He can't hold you, he can't talk to you all the time. he can't run his hands through your hair, he can't call or text you, he can't hold your hand — he can't be with you, for god's sake. How's he supposed to deal with that intense burning, burning yearning in his chest, hotter than the earth's core?

He drowns out the voices. He smokes out the thoughts. He goes insane with every second he spends with you, and loses his mind every second he isn't. How's he supposed to deal with that?

Arataka's reply takes too long, with too much thought for such a simple sentence.

"...Stressed."

He gives you a tight smile, one you return reluctantly— and, god, does that make his chest tighten.

"...Do you need to talk about it?" You ask cautiously, carefully, like you're testing the waters. Are you even close enough to him to confide in you? He's your boss, after all. An acquaintance.

You care about him. About Arataka. You care enough about him to notice his... Behaviours, notice his stress and worry. That must mean you were staring at him, too! Oh, to have your attention... You care about him enough to ask what's wrong, and to offer help, enough to have that sweet concern in your voice and that crease in your brow.

God, does that feel good.

He leans on his desk. He stares at you, stares right through you; doesn't blink, doesn't break eye contact once. He doesn't seem to breathe, either.

It's enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Mm?" Arataka hums, missing what you'd said — he'd gotten lost in your eyes again. He finally blinks, snapping out of it.

Again, not paying attention. He mentally scolds himself.

Before you can repeat yourself, he cuts you off.

"Ah, no, no, it's alright, really."

It's not. It's really not.

He's got a wide, fake smile that doesn't reach his eyes, his posture unnaturally stiff and rigid.

You hum, uncertain.

"...You wanna..."

...You trail off. What are you even supposed to do? You doubt there's anything you can really help him with.

"...You want some green tea?" You ask awkwardly, a hesitant smile on your face.

God.

Arataka clenches his hands, crumpling the cigarette and crushing it into ashes in the palm of his tight fist. His vision blurs, his head spins.

You. You are making green tea. With your hands. For him. Him? Just for him? Oh, he's getting a little light-headed.

And he's taking too long to reply.

He smiles; this one crinkles his eyes, though the mouth is open much, much too wide, and his gaze is too intense for such a simple interaction.

"Ah, um, yeah, sure. Thanks."

You can feel that sensation of being watched — that cold, creeping shiver crawling beneath your clothes and slithering up your spine as you get up from your chair to go and heat the water.

Arataka is... Watching you intently, intensely, all his attention on you. He sighs dreamily as he watches you go to the sink and get water, watches as your fingers turn the dial and turn on the flame. He almost... Studies you.

He observes the way your hair shines and moves, commits to memory the way your eyes flit here and there as you walk about hurriedly. He watches your careful hands as you prepare the pot, counts the seconds it takes for your fingers reach inside and out to place the leaves.

Nothing else. Nothing else to do other than wait. Are you thinking of anything?

What are you thinking of? Him?

It's... Awkward, to say the least. It's going to take at least five minutes, and it doesn't seem right to go back and sit down while the water boils.

So you stand there in silence with Arataka's eyes trained on you. He listens attentively to the sound of your fingers drum, drum, drumming on the counter, staring at the way your eyes reflect the sunlight and the way you'd shift your weight from one leg to the other.

Those are self-soothing behaviours, he notes. Little things people do when they're anxious, or worried, or stressed. Are you alright? Are you impatient? He could hug you. He could hold you, too, if you'd like. Anything to make you feel better.

You should take your time, too. You shouldn't rush things. He finds it really sweet and caring that you're getting so worked up for him, but you really shouldn't be. Calm down, please? Slow down a bit, too. Don't worry about taking up his time, either — he could watch you forever...

Oh. The whistling. Right, he forgot about that.

You're quick to take the kettle off the flame the moment you hear a sliver of that whistling, taking it off the heat and pouring it into the pot.

And, of course, Arataka watches you.

You stir it for a moment before taking out two cups and placing them on a tray. You bring everything back to where he lounges on the couch, leaning back with his suit unbuttoned.

His eyes follow you as you set the tray down on the table and pour a cup, then another.

You smile reluctantly.

"Here... You go," you say, gingerly holding out the green tea to him.

Oh...

He stares at you. Stares so, so intensely, sending waves of butterflies raging through his stomach and causing that same chill to creep up your spine. He stares at you in a way that can only be described as focused. His eyes flit from your hands to your face, then back again, tracing the contours of your arms and observing the way your fingers curl around the cup and hold it so, so delicately, all for him.

You're so cute, being all worried and caring about him. You sound so scared, too, like you're afraid whatever adorable act you're pulling could ever possibly make him worse — when all you do is make his heart beat wildly in his chest and his stomach twist painfully into knots.

He's taking too long, he realises.

Arataka reaches out slowly. It takes all his willpower to rip his eyes from your perfect, perfect face, your shining hair and your sparkling eyes. It takes so, so much of him to tear his gaze from yours.

He could die a happy man if you so much as looked at him the same way he looked at you, you know. If you so much as felt his golden hair between your fingers or held his face, if you so much as laughed at his jokes or entertained his conversations.

Deliberately brushing his hand against yours when he takes it from you, his fingers graze yours as he grips the porcelain cup in shaky, trembling hands, getting high off your touch. Can you believe that? You poured him a cup!

And, god, your hands are so— so soft, and so, so delicate, and, oh— oh, they're so warm, too, and—!

He nearly drops the cup.

You take sip after wary sip of the hot drink, the warm liquid rolling down your throat in a way that soothes your nerves and calms your mind. It gets your thoughts back on track, at least.

Oh, and Arataka? No, no, it'd be foolish to think that any of this is helping. That any of this — all your caring, all your worry, all your attention — is helping. It does nothing more than make that fire burn hotter and hotter.

His stomach twists into even tighter knots when you look at him.

"Do you feel better?" You ask carefully, warily, in the same manner as you take your small sips.

Relax. He has to relax. What will you think? He's getting all worked up over nothing. No use worrying about something that isn't relevant.

He takes a long, deep breath, slowing his heart and loosening his stomach.

He smiles gently, normally — as normal he can be right now. He looks calmer to you.

"A lot better, thanks."

You smile back, and, god, does that makes his chest ache. His heart rate skyrockets as his fingers tighten around the hot cup of green tea, nearly tight enough to break the ceramic.

He curses under his breath, loosening his grip.

It's this moment when his phone rings, and Arataka lets out a grumble of annoyance as he digs it out of his pocket, flipping it open.

Mob.

He answers.

"Ah, what is it, Mob?"

It's quiet for a while as you strain to hear the conversation, though you get the general gist from the way Arataka acts.

"Oh, come on! It's just a little club activity, isn't it? Isn't helping out your mentor and learning from him more important than some..." He gestures carefully with the cup of tea. "...Squats?"

There's another pause, followed by Arataka's annoyed groan.

"Fine, fine," he admits reluctantly, flipping the phone shut.

Secretly, Arataka is overjoyed with Mob's absence. If he's gone, then that means all your attention will be on him. It means you'll be talking with him to pass the time, and that means you'll let out those little aspects of your life that always seem to slip out. He'll remember everything you tell him.

He fakes an annoyed huff, slouching back in his seat, though he's careful not to spill his green tea.

"Mob's got some..." Again, those cup gestures. "...Useless club stuff today."

Arataka leans back in the couch, sipping his warm drink as he fakes a scowl. You stare as he gets comfortable, and he relishes in the attention.

"It'll be just you and me in the office today."

Your gaze flits to the clock in the corner.

Not like you're going to be here long. It's just one more hour until closing.

Arataka points his cup precariously, almost accusingly in your direction, the tea sloshing against the porcelain walls.

"So you'll help me with any exorcism. Got it?"

You hum, as though in thought — and Arataka just knows you're going to shoot back with something of your own.

"Mmm," you hum, sipping on your tea, "I'm not sure. Nothing's really forcing me, and c'mon — aren't you enough of a psychic to deal with them yourself?"

You—!

He kicks your foot from under the table, and you fake a dramatic wince.

"Ow!" You cry out in mock pain.

Arataka just rolls his eyes, grinning as he sips his drink. There's a long pause, too, full of nothing but silence and Arataka's shallow, quickened breathing that he hopes you can't hear.

He tries small talk.

"Where are you off to after this?"

He crosses his legs, draping an arm over the chair and leaning back, getting comfortable and giving you a nice view of his body. He watches carefully for your reaction.

You don't react, much to Arataka's dismay. You just pause for a moment before shrugging. "Just home."

He hums, though still thinking bitterly about your lack of reaction. "And are you taking the train, or...?"

You shake your head. "Walking. Y'know—" you mime the motion of the arms of a runner, grinning —"gotta get some exercise."

He lets out a half-scoff at your little motion, amused and more than smitten. You're so cute...

"Mind if I walk with you?" He offers, struggling to keep his voice even. "I'm probably better at it than you, though."

You kick his foot, now, offended but not mad. He fakes a wince. Your touch...

You halfheartedly scoff, rolling your eyes.

"Sure, sure, yeah. Whatever."

Arataka's heartbeat skyrockets. That warm lump of muscle feels like it's being rattled in a cage too small to house it, and it wants out. It wants you.

He can feel his stomach twist again, the butterflies all getting crushed in the tight knots his stomach twists into. His chest tightens enough to restrict his breathing, his breaths coming out shallow and quickened.

He'll finally know where you live. He'll finally know where you live.

You finish your cup of tea, and the sound of the porcelain clinking on the table as you put it down gets him out of his thoughts.

He's impatient. He's really, really impatient. He wants to go now. Now.

But he has a job. He can't just close shop early all because of some employee he's unhealthily obsessed with.

So Arataka just nods at you, though the reaction is really, really delayed.

He smiles.

"And the weekend?" He probes. "Anything going on?"

He pauses. He has to say something about himself too, right?

"For me, I've got nothing much. I just want to catch up on a series I've been missing a lot of recently."

...And you shrug again. Why are you so uncertain about your routine? That isn't good. He could fix that so, so easily if you just let him.

"...I just wanna rest, I think. Watch some movies, go somewhere fancy... Y'know." You make jazz hands, grinning adorably.

"Self care!"

He laughs a little at your motions, finding it so, so endearing. He commits it to memory.

"I see, I see. And where are you going?"

You hum. "I dunno. Anywhere, I guess? What are some places you suggest?"

Good. That's good. If you go to the place he suggests, that means he knows where you are. He can go there, too, and pretend it was an accident, then he can eat with you. He can eat with you!

"Hmm," he hums, thinking. "There's a nice ramen shop near here. Wanna go tonight?"

Smooth, Arataka. Very smooth, asking you out on a date like that. He mentally pats himself on the back.

...And you shake your head. What? You aren't supposed to do that. Do you even realise that it's a date, or do you just think it's a friend meetup? He has invited you out to dinner as friends more than a few times...

"I'm a bit tired," you say regretfully, giving him a smile that makes his head spin. "Maybe on the weekend?"

Weekend. On the weekend. On the weekend. You and him. Together. On the weekend. Really?

He smiles as normally as he can, nodding.

"Great! I'll see you then," he replies, winking at you.

The clock ticks to 6 PM, slowly but surely. The tea thing and the conversation had easily lasted longer than intended, and now an hour has passed and it's time for closing.

Arataka gets up from his chair, buttoning up his suit and taking the tray of tea and cups to the sink before you get a chance to, just to pay you back for the drinks you'd made. He washes them with trembling hands, his mind reeling.

Can you imagine?! He's going to walk back to your house! Your house! And it'll just be the two of you! Just the two of you, walking during a nice sunset, conversing as the sun dips lower and lower on the horizon... Oh, god, the light cast will look oh so pretty on your perfect, perfect face...

Your voice, your voice— god, god, god, your attention, all on him. You, your attention, you—!

He nearly drops the cup again.

He finishes washing the dishes quickly, doing a rather sloppy job at it.

Opening the door and ushering you out, he locks the front door and jogs a little to get beside you as the two of you walk down the stairs.

The warm summer air almost assaults you as you leave the S&S building, the scent of hot concrete and smokey car exhaust hanging heavy in the air.

You don't really talk to him as you walk. You more... Listen to the sounds of the city — the people in the shops eating, talking, laughing; the cars and trains bustling busily along their tar roads and metal rails, the click-click-click of Arataka's expensive dress shoes on the pavement.

He memorises the walk to your house. He remembers every shop, every walkway, every sign he passes by. He memorises the amount of turns and direction changes you go through, and he memorises the way you walk so casually and so close to him.

This is nice. He hates that this isn't a regular occurrence, but it will become one. He'll make sure of it.

He nearly walks into traffic light poles and potholes more than once. He's just so... Distracted, with the way you'd hum so sweetly to yourself, the way your hair frames your face, your god forsaken smile as you wave to passerbys and children.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop.

Everyone else is out to cheat, lie, steal, use you. You're not smart enough to avoid them. Please, please, let him protect you, and please stop giving them your time of day! Your smiles, your songs, your time and your care and your love should only be for him. Why in the world do you like everyone but him?!

Arataka clenches his hands tightly in his pockets, his posture stiffening as you wave to a baby held tenderly by their mother.

No. No. God, for god's sake—

He walks a little ahead, forcing you to keep up the pace. He quickens his walking speed more and more until he's almost jogging.

Don't look at people. Just look at him. He's enough for you, isn't he?

"Hey, hey! Slow down!"

You break into a slight jog as you struggle to keep up with his long strides, his shoes clicking loudly against the hot concrete. Once you get close enough to see him, you notice that his posture is unnaturally straight and stiff, and his eyes are focused, almost burning behind the darker-than-usual brown irises.

Touch him. Touch him on his shoulder. He won't respond unless you touch him. He won't give you his attention unless you touch. Him. Show him that you love him, too, just like how you love every other person.

It's not fair. It's not fair at all.

You clap a hand on his shoulder, and Arataka jolts, a sharp bolt of lighting searing his skin from where your hand rests heavily on him and spreading through his body until it's thoroughly hot. He's almost embarrassed. Is he blushing?

"Wait! Up!" You exclaim tiredly, shaking him a little. He scoffs, and you can almost see him roll his eyes from where you stand, staring at the back of his head.

"Told you I'd be better at it then you," he says, a grin lacing his voice heavily.

You huff, shoving him a bit as you let go. He mourns your touch. Please, for god's sake—

"You were the one who wanted to follow me," you say accusingly, enough to make Arataka scoff again. It's clear you're both joking.

"Let me rest. For the sake of all that is good and holy, walk slower. I'm so tired from working today in your office, you know."

Tired from what, lounging about? There were no customers.

He scoffs, shaking his head in the same way an amused caretaker would.

"Fine, fine, okay," he says with a smitten look on his face, though his eyes are so... Dark.

He walks besides you, now. He adjusts his pace every time you'd slow down to look at a window with cool things inside or speed up when you'd see a cat or something that looks like one in the distance.

He smiles in an unhealthy amount of amusement and watches you intently as you bend down or kneel to pet every furry little kitty you see, and Arataka would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little bit jealous of them. Your hands are so gentle on their small heads and bodies, and your coos and fawns are endearing enough for him to feel that burning hotness flare up in his chest again.

He prefers dogs, honestly — and he'd love you like one.

His shadow looms almost menacingly over your hunched-over form, his eyes glued to every little movement and adjustment you make to yourself. He notes down anything and everything he can.

You talk to the cat in baby talk, like it's even near as intelligent as it needs to be to understand language. Arataka can understand language easily, but you never seem to talk to him so sweetly and lovingly.

Your hands look so soft and gentle as you scratch the little cat, and your little exclamations of surprise and what you've called "aggressive cuteness", which is basically just a bunch of mumbled words said through tightly clenched teeth which are almost addicting to hear. You also press kisses to its dirty head about once every ten seconds, and you demeanor is so relaxed and calm that Arataka almost pulls you away from the cat if it meant you'd act a fraction of how you're treating this god forsaken animal, when he is the one that should have your attention.

God, you're so gentle with that thing... Your hands are careful and loving, your words sincere and tender...

He swallows thickly, averting his gaze — and it only makes his mind wander even further, bothering him even more.

You hands. Your hands are so soft. They'd feel great on his cheeks, wouldn't they? Cradling his face with that same tenderness that you exhibit right now, using those same gentle movements to lull him slowly to bed.

And your words. Your words, your words, your words, said with such endearment, such love... They'd feel great to hear when they're directed to him instead, wouldn't they? Compliment after compliment after compliment after compliment. Empty or not, he'd eat it all right up like a starving man.

You're really, really fun to talk to, too. Your speech, as he's noted, varies in both speed and pitch, which makes it interesting to listen to; your body language is always relaxed and at ease when you're talking to him, and your eye contact is on-point and direct with appropriate breaks in between. You know the rules, but follow them loosely and relaxedly. It's admirable.

Right now, though, the cat is going round and round your body, nuzzling you and leaving a trail of fur on your clothes.

Let him do that with you, too. Let him lean on you and hold you and kiss you and hug you. Let him touch you.

This is not fair. This is not fair. All he wants is attention. This kind of attention, please, please, please—

And yet, here you are, giving all your precious, precious attention to a ball of fur when he's right there behind you.

Arataka scowls, clearing his throat loudly.

"You're going to make this walk take twice as long," Arataka says in a half-joking, biting tone as you continue to pet the fifth cat you've seen on your walk.

"You'd better hurry up if you don't want to get home late."

You hum in mild annoyance, watching as the cat tilts her head to lean into your scratches. She's really soft, and her purrs are awfully loud. "Last one, last one, I promise."

He sighs.

"And that's the fourth time you're saying that."

Oh, wait. A lesson could be taught.

"And you have to work according to your words — you can't just say you'll do something and end up not actually good at it."

He kicks your leg, gently and carefully.

"You have to learn to keep your promises."

He pauses.

"And I'm going to be late for my bus."

Oh. Oh, crud—

You get up off the floor in a hurried panic, almost falling over. Arataka reaches his hands out for a moment, almost like he was going to catch you — all for the prospect of being able to touch something so beautiful.

"What—" you cough awkwardly, dusting off your hands —"what time is your bus leaving?"

He flips open his phone, half-lidded eyes scanning the screen and reading the time.

"...Ten minutes."

"Ah! Ah, sorry, sorry—!"

He smiles, cutting you off. He struggles to keep it looking sane.

"It's okay, just... Stop delaying us with the cats, alright? I offered to walk you. I can afford being a little late for a bus."

You adjust yourself uneasily on your feet, fiddling with your shirt's sleeves. "Okay," you reply reluctantly.

Good, that's... That's good. That's good. You promised you wouldn't be distracted, but you keep smiling at people... Arataka huffs, shoving his hands firmly into his pockets.

And the walk continues on in silence.

When he follows you up the stairs and to the your front door, he lingers for too long. His hands are fidgeting and sweaty as he smiles that same, toothy smile.

"Thanks for walking me back home!" You thank him as you fumble with the key and lock. "I really appreciate it."

You insert the key into the lock, and he watches as you twist it and push open the door.

"Any time," he replies.

"See you on the weekend?"

"See you on the weekend!"

Arataka waves a shaky goodbye to you, and you shut the door.

Once you're out of view, he nearly falls flat on his face. His knees threaten to buckle under his weight, his vision going blurry.

You are so— so cute, it's so hard to not—

He stumbles backwards, his arms flailing about to steady him.

You're teasing him! You're teasing him, you're teasing him, you're teasing him, it's almost certain! You keep smiling, and laughing, and talking, and— god, god, it's hard to resist the urge to crush you in his arms every second he spends in your presence. Every moment he spends breathing the same air as you, he feels his heart nearly burst out of his ribcage and his chest tightening enough to constrict his breathing. His head pounds, and he winces.

His eyes are blown wide and white, sweat beading down his forehead. His hands grip his hair in a shaky, trembling grip, combing through it in a futile attempt to calm himself.

He misses you. He wants you. Your attention, your care, your time, your energy, your love. Anything and everything he could give you has already been given, so why can't you return the favour? It's just a few words, or some gentle touches.

...Can you believe him? It hasn't even been five seconds, and he already yearns to see you again. There's a gaping emptiness where his heart should be in his chest, his breathing growing ragged and shallow, his hands trembling just to hold you again, just to touch you for a fraction of a second.

But he'll see you on the weekend. Oh, how he's looking forward to that.

[luffyvace]

✌︎ Sitting in Reigen’s lap hcs ✌︎

This mini series of mine + a character/anime I haven’t written for yet 😎

I love Reigen. I love him <3 and I know his fans are THIRSTY so come get some water ⛲️

Honestly?

Reigen looooves when you sit on his lap!

but only in private <3

it strokes his ego and makes him feel superior

not necessarily to you just in general

like he’s a somebody 😭

idk it just makes him feel proud

his mom loves him but…..she never thought he would settle down with someone

more like someone would settle down with him

so now that he has you here and now, sitting on his lap?

yeah he feels like some sort of sigma 🗿

brags to practically everyone he’s knows and shows you off

but that’s off topic

back to the part where he doesn’t like pda

He just doesn’t like it because he feels vulnerable

And it embarrasses him

especially in front of mob

thats his successor!!

and whenever he arrives it’s time to get to work!

don’t sit on his lap now he’s got work!

- Reigen

at home it’s completely okay for you to sit on his lap at any time!

Eating, at the computer, reading, whatever!

as long as he’s alone and trying to do something it’s 100% a go

if you try to sit on him in public he’ll ease you off and put a hand around your waist instead

that way you still get the affection you seek and your close but it’s not a big gesture for everyone to see

he’s the “Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century!” - Reigen

he cant be seen being open and affectionate!

the first time you sat on him he was very caught off guard and choked on his water

he was blushing but trying to be smooth about it

he quickly put on his cool persona and started flirting to counter his previous reaction

”I’m sure your grateful! Because your certainly lucky to be sitting on the World’s Greatest Psychic’s lap!” 😉

he also prefers it if you sit facing opposite of him oddly enough

i feel this because then we he sits up to his desk he can pull up to it more

but that’s mostly when he’s working

otherwise he lets you decide

he’s never really the one to offer either

not because he doesn’t want you to

he just doesn’t think about it

plus he just lets you come and go as you please :)

he figures when you want to—you will

although I will say if you stop doing it for a while he’ll freak out a bit and wonder if you guys are drifting apart 🤦‍♀️

anyway

he also prefers if you sit on both legs

yeah that was kinda random but i just wanted to say it

if you ever sit on just one though, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist

—And do note that he’s very prone to bouncing his leg while working

so if you get annoyed by that then yeah your better off sitting on both

*evil scientist cackle*

hope you enjoyed my hcs! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

[da-janela-lateral]

MP100 Soap Opera AU - AKA "Mob o Psíquico"

On the next friday, on 8 PM... Shigeo Kageyama, a meek and hardworking 18 year old, is forced to move to Seasoning City with his brother Ritsu after a tragic housefire kills their parents. They stay with their godfather Reigen, a good-hearted man, but with serious financial issues. Because he doesn't want Ritsu's studies to be interrupted, Shigeo decides to help with the bills by working as a butler for the influential Hanazawa family. He quickly becomes a target for his bosses' only son, Teruki, and their strange rivalry slowly turns into something unexpected.

With a main cast of:

Shigeo Kageyama - the protagonist of this soap opera, a timid young man who becomes a butler on the Hanazawa manor. He receives the mockery and the nickname "Mob" from the manor's old crew, yet gets to win their hearts with his kind personality. When Teruki starts to show him romantic interest, Shigeo is unsure if he should listen to his emotions or to his reason, as he knows he depends on this job and can't risk people purposely interpreting his intentions in the wrong way...

Ritsu Kageyama - his smart and talented younger brother, and his only family. Ritsu is doing his best to exceed academically and get a scholarship on a prestigious university. However, nobody suspects he is also sneaking out with his friend Shou to fight the Claw criminal syndicate, which he believes to be responsible for his parents' deaths...

Arataka Reigen - an esoteric itens seller and Shigeo and Ritsu's godfather. Reigen offers support and advice for the siblings while they're under his wing, despite being unprepared for this new role. What neither of them know, though, is that Reigen is dating older men to pay off their debts, including a member of the very organization Ritsu wants to destroy...

Teruki Hanazawa - the Hanazawas' only son and their future heir, an arrogant youth who rules the manor while his parents are overseas. He tries to annoy and boss Shigeo around like he does with his lackeys, but ends falling in love with him. His affection is forbidden, because his parents want him to marry Minori, the daughter of the powerful Asagiri family, as soon as they return...

Master Dimple - a priest turned capoeira instructor, he is the middle-aged friend of Shigeo and Reigen. Dimple is almost always on Shigeo and Ritsu's side and keeps giving them terrible ideas. When he is mistaken for another priest and confessed a shocking reveal to, Dimple doesn't know whether he tells Shigeo of what is to come, or if he keeps the promise of "being honest" he had made with him (not actually)...

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Have you ever thought your action shounen needed more ridiculously melodramatic intrigue? There is a solution! For some reason, I really wanted to make a overdramatic soap opera parody and this AU has been very fun to write. I hope I can share more of whatever this is with you guys soon!

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

What I love about Mob Psycho 100 is how we have a kind-hearted protagonist but he is still very human and flawed. And it is meant to scare you and throw you of guard but never is it framed as a moral failing.

He is crushed when he is confronted with betraying his moral by killing in order to save those he loves and listening to his master and running away.

And Mob did hurt people with his powers, intentionally, even when we already knew that he was taught NOT to do that and he is very adamant about not to use his powers in order to hurt people! But instead of being angry or reprimanding, Reigen is pissed at the Claw members who cornered him so much that he felt like he HAD to, that there was no other way.

There are a few times where Mob is on the very edge of 'Murderous Intent' and it is other people who pull him out of it.

And they do it because they know how much it would hurt Mob in the end. Because Mob is a good person! Even when he has these moments!

Mogami's trap did take affect on him, he was pushed beyond the limits and he wanted to cause pain because these people have done nothing but hurt him even though he didn't do anything. And he doesn't understand why people are so cruel without any reason.

Mob was not above Mogami, Mogami's plan had succeeded. And Dimple just takes it in as casual as possible. He quickly realises that this is not the real world, that he isn't alone. But it still allowed him to gain a new view on life.

Mob felt ecstatic and fueled by his powers, how strong they made him feel for a hot second during his fight with Toichiro. Until he sees how scared Ritsu is and he gets thrown back to That Day™

Mob is allowed to not be perfect, this icon of purity how you should always be kind AND pacifistic. Not that he doesn't believe that, but he isn't unwilling to bend if the situation really calls for it. It makes him human and all the more relatable in return

[gumy-shark]

ritsu and the divine tree

ok so we mock ritsu for his “i need to raise my blood sugar” moment where he got brainwashed. and we’re right it’s really funny. but also im going to zoom in on it a little- especially since i think he was already partially brainwashed before even meeting up with mob and reigen (or, at the very least, would’ve never made it to the tree, blood sugar or not).

first off, look at his reaction to being asked to help them destroy the Tree (well, we don’t see the question itself, but i think we can very safely assume that’s what mob and reigen asked)

^ on the surface level, ritsu seems Very apprehensive about getting rid of the divine tree because of the magnitude of the task- there’s no way even his brother could lift something that big! and on the surface level, that’s probably what it is- but also, considering what he JUST saw psychic powers do in the s2 finale, and factoring in his otherwise unshakable faith in Mob’s abilities… let’s just mark this one down as a yellow flag.

^ then we see ritsu distracted by someone handing out divine tree candy across the street. neither mob nor reigen notice that interaction, but it catches ritsu’s attention. even when reigen directly talks to him, ritsu is still looking at the people talking about the divine tree.

^ he is also noticeably defensive when reigen gets in his face, but considering his past interactions with reigen i’d say this has a chance of being normal. mostly only just putting this bc it’s ritsu once again reacting defensively to someone aiming to destroy the divine tree, and because it’s a funny screenshot.

^ next, we see ritsu thinking back to his student council meeting, and his confusion at everyone voting for a prayer time. things to note here: the psycho helmet religion is on ritsu’s mind, ritsu asks mob his opinion on the psycho helmet religion (which is how reigen’s brainwashing was revealed/cemented later on), and ritsu was exposed to (and confused by) “the faith of the masses”- one of the vectors of the Divine Tree’s brainwashing. (and looking back, we see this vector affecting him earlier in this scene as well)

AND THEN. reigen thinks about thinks, and concludes that the best course of action is to immediately destroy the divine tree.

^ it is NO ACCIDENT that ritsu’s headache hits right at that moment. reigen says “let’s harm the divine tree”, and the passive brainwashing that ritsu is already falling into reacts to that idea. there is a struggle here, between Dimple, ritsu’s desire to help his brother (and the little bits of respect he has for reigen), and whatever psychic immune system (<- gumy specific term that i will elaborate on if asked) ritsu has at that point, and it’s all happening in his brain.

^ this is the bit. ritsu has a headache, decides, “i need to raise my blood sugar,” and eats the divine tree candy.

Blood sugar? really? as far as i remember, ritsu’s blood sugar has never been a thing before. something’s not right here- especially not with the timing of that headache. not when his first response is to think to eat the divine tree candy.

on a meta level, ritsu’s blood sugar is an excuse for him to eat the divine tree candy and get brainwashed. in-universe, it is still exactly that.

(after all, ritsu’s headache is happening because he’s fighting the divine tree, and the second he gives in to that pressure is the second his headache stops.)

^ after ritsu eats the candy, he immediately seems happier, and hands some to mob and reigen. freaky as hell i love this arc man

[cowardlybean]

the reason I like to put Reigen into Situations is not because he’s my favorite character (my favorite character is the office building)

it’s because pushing him over makes a domino effect where Everyone Else gets involved or is affected in some way. I could write a story where Reigen goes missing and literally JUST focus on the 7th division and it would still be plausible. A situation involving Reigen two cities away could lead to some drastic character development somewhere else just because they saw it on the news and was like “hey I know that guy”

Reigen forgets to water his plants and minegishi goes through some self discovery arc because they were having a chat with the Plant Network.

am I deranged or is it that easy

[bestest-brackets]

Round 3

Most in Need of a Hug Bracket

Who is Most in Need of a Hug?

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Propaganda below the cut

The Princess:

Princess propaganda (light Slay the Princess spoilers and. Please appreciate it is very hard to talk about the princess spoiler free haha)

You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path, is a cabin. And at the basement of that cabin, is a Princess.

You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

...so says the narrator watching over your every actions. He will emphasise again and again to you that you are the slayer of the princess, that she is an evil, deceptive creature, and she must die at your hands. The world itself seems to tell her she deserves to be locked away and await her death. She doesn't know what she's locked away for. She doesn't even know her own name.

Whether you defy your fate, explore it, or accept it as truth: the Princess is as chained as you are to this story. Only you and her seem to exist in this world; her only company in the span of forever seems to be you, her killer. You can see her as a victim, a danger, a beast, a witch, and she will be forced to accept how you see her and lash out accordingly. The relationship between you drives the tragedies you weave together.

As your choices reveal more of the story, some things seem to stay constant. She yearns for freedom. She is drawn to you. And there is always a pristine blade at the ready, for you to drive into her heart.

This is a love story.

Serizawa:

(slight spoilers for mob psycho 100)

Serizawa is a shut-in for most of his life out of fear of his supernatural psychic powers and not wanting to hurt others. He thinks he’s only capable of hurting people, including his single mother who supported him through his struggles but was afraid to allow affection because if his emotions spurred out of control he might end up hurting her. He was a shut-in in his room for 20(‼️‼️) years until another psychic approached him to join his company that turned out to be a terrorist organization hell bent on taking over the world (awkward…). The leader of the company who helped him out of his room openly used him for his powerful psychic abilities and made him reliant on him to be able to navigate the outside world.

Serizawa also relied on an umbrella as his safe space when he wasnt inside his room because it gave him such incredible anxiety. He ends up meeting the protagonist (mob) who connects with him over their shared struggles with spiritual powers, socialization, neurodivergency and fitting in. Mob tells serizawa that all his friends at the organization are only using him and that he can be his first real friend. When confronted with this truth serizawa decides to be brave and help mob fight the organization leader and protect mob’s boss. He ends up getting hired at the place mob works (spirits and such) and does exorcisms for them. But he’s still navigating how to exist outside his room or outside the close watch of someone’s authority so hes generally very anxious and even nervous just talking to people. Plus his boss is reigen now and that twink is a lot to handle (affectionate).

Anyways he deserves a hug!!! It would make him feel more comfortable and also to make up for all the hugs he didnt get while living as a hikikomori!!!

[ekuboswife]

A big defining factor of my passion for Ekubo's character stems from the idea that he's pretty reminiscent and representative of the disabled experience (I'm speaking as someone who is) and the dehumanization that can come with it.

His entire character is centered around the desperation to be seen and treated as a person despite his appearance and his state of existence as a spirit, but there's a broad majority interpretation of him in both canon and fandom as something like an animal or a pet despite his reacting angrily and violently to being treated as anything inferior to a human.

(It's part of why, as much as I love his character, I can't help but get a bad taste in my mouth at the way Reigen treats Ekubo throughout the whole series and into the spinoff. Oops.)

A lot of this is understandably because, for the majority of the series, Ekubo is a little green floating gelatinous blob– but this isn't necessarily where he wants to be. Like he said in the beginning, he doesn’t "plan on living out the rest of [his] life as some spirit blob," and he's been struggling to regain enough energy to keep himself fully formed as anything but that throughout the entire series.

I've had a shocking amount of people argue against this, but it's established before we even meet Ekubo (in classic fashion of the rest of the writing style of the series) that the smaller, whispy forms are weakened versions of spirits' True Forms. It seems like they turn small and unstable when they only have just enough energy to keep existing.

His True Form is called that for a reason, I doubt it uses up a bunch of energy like some temporary power-up or his God Form, and I think it's safe to say that he wants to be comfortable in his own figurative skin.

Although it can be convenient at times (like when he was trying to convince mob to join him in the divine tree arc), being smaller frustrates him, this being something he voices very clearly. It affects his own self-esteem and his physical ability, and it obviously affects the way other people view and treat him. It makes him feel less human, less connected to the world.

The series subtly addresses the debate of the humanity of spirits through Matsuo's character collecting spirits as pets, and chapter 58 when Mob starts to consider the moral differences between exorcizing spirits versus killing living people.

As established in volume 5's Omake chapter. He's a spirit, but even though that makes him fundamentally different and his body has different rules and properties, that doesn't make him less of the spirit of a human. He's still here– conscious, sentient, and feeling.

Ekubo is still a person, no matter what state he's in.