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o-sachi · 21 days ago

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Blue Lock Filo! AU Headcanons

�� feat. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, barou, nagi, reo, sae, rin, karasu, otoya, hiori, shidou, oliver, yukimiya 𖤓 tags: college au, filo au, crack (kinda), sfw, written in Taglish because ???, not proofread lel

note: I'm sorry if your uni isn't here. My knowledge of universities in the country is limited to the big 4 and some others that participate in uaap sobbb

note 2: Send me your own hcs too plspls

note 3: filo moots sana magkaron haha what if

Isagi

He goes to UST and will correct you (nicely) about how to pronounce "Thomasian"

Goes to church with his family every Sunday without failure

He's close with his extended family too, especially the grandparents.

Golden child. Siya yung bata na example ng nanay mo na dapat gayahin mo raw.

A fan of indie Pinoy bands and watches indie Pinoy films.

Cup of Joe fan lol

Too shy to ask anyone out for the Christmas event sa UST (sorry limot ko na ano tawag).

Is in UST, but probably not taking up medicine. Parents were supportive of it though.

Mabilis mag-reply. He uses the 👍 and 😊 unironically

Friends with a lot of questionable/cancelable guys, but he's still genuinely the nice one among them

When he visits a friend's house, he's always chatting up their parents and helping around the house without being asked

Generic sinigang enjoyer :shrug:

Pretty much an average guy. Though he is definitely nicer than most. It shocks you.

(Sorry wala na ko maisip pero basta green flag siya).

Bachira

Goes to UP Diliman for fine arts

A manic pixie dream boy that girls gush about when they see him hanging out at the sunken gardens

Knows all the brainrot and even the Pinoy brainrot

Does the "Ha? Halaman" and says "Sinong nagtanong?"

Loves Jollibee because it's cheap and it tastes good

Spaghetti and Jollihotdog enjoyer

Social anxiety fears him. He'll do mostly everything you ask him for 20 pesos (sometimes for free)

Celebrated his 4th birthday at Jollibee and has a picture with the mascot lol

Bardagulan enjoyer

Has been casted in plays before and is genuinely good at acting

See him running in campus because he's always late to class

Puts too many songs in the karaoke but never finishes the songs because he gets bored halfway through

Runs a FB meme page...

Actually dresses nicely. Hindi mukhang pakboi

Not afraid sumabit sa jeep. Either sa tabi siya ni manong or sabit

Chigiri

Went to some fancy all boys like Brent, then is now in Ateneo

Could be studying business ??

Not conyo. Just straight up English with a really good accent

imessage lang daw mode of communication niya

Always wearing a button up, khaki pants, and loafers na Sperry or sandals from Birkenstock

Was featured in a commercial when he was younger

His mom was very active in the PTA. Their family was often the topic of chismis because yk maraming inggit sa paligid.

Does not listen to OPM or watch Filipino movies because 'corny' daw 'yun

Mabagal mag-reply since he's always busy doing something

Calls people 'baduy' or 'jologs' or 'jejemon' because he can

MATARAY SI ATE KO

Will never catch him on a dating app because, again, it's so baduy daw

Kunigami

I dunno but... UP Baguio vibes siya lol

Will always always always post on his story of him running along the campus

May post palagi ng gym progress at Strava stats niya

People think he's thirst trapping, but really, he's not

Also very close with family and they celebrate all holidays together no matter what

Karinderya food enjoyer (same)

Loves anything na lutong bahay tbh. He's not picky with food.

Mabagal din mag-reply pero that's because he's not chronically online

Does not get internet memes or references. Lolo po siya.

A really good kuya! The type to intimidate his sisters' boyfriends if they ever come to visit their house.

Probably also plays basketball too. They used to live near a gym/ring. He played a lot with the neighborhood kids.

Watches NBA and Manny's boxing matches

Shot puno. Red Horse. San Mig.

Pag nalasing nag-dadrama tapos kakanta ng malungkot na song sa karaoke

Laging naka sando LOL

Barou

UP DILIMAN TOO AND STUDYING ARCHITECTURE

Makes insanely good plates

Laging napapagalitan ni lola kasi nakasimangot palagi

Lola's boy by the way

Gets insane road rage because of the god awful traffic

"Putangina traffic na naman." / "Parang gago 'to mag-drive." / "Sige. Singit pa, hayop ka." (sa naka-motor)

Fan siya ng F1

Malutong magmura lmfaooo

Also a gym bro but doesn't care about sharing it on social media

Barely any social media presence

Tutors his younger siblings

Isn't ashamed of taking food from parties, stuffing it in a tupperware, and heading his merry way home

Argues with people on FB because he can

"Anong sinasabi mo. Bobo ka ba?"

Term of endearment niya ay "Tanga"

Nagi

Parents always get mad at him kasi nga tamad.

Also because he was a picky eater as a child. Would rather starve than eat that one ampalaya dish (was always served at his household which pissed him off)

Wanted to go to the same university as Reo but Ateneo is too serious for him. So he went with sports science in NU

They make sure to meet up still

Always misses his stops because he falls asleep or zones out

He's the guy in class who always has his airpods on no matter what

Hoodie, baggy pants, dunks

Mahilig umutang, pa-unti unti, pero madalas nalilimutan

"Ah. May utang ako? Sorry, nalimutan ko siguro."

COD player na palaging may battle pass no matter what. Nainis siya isang beses kasi sinabihan siya ng PC MASTER RACE. Eh cellphone gamer lang siya

Obviously, he had his ML phase

Trashtalker siguro. "Tulog ka na. Bata," type shi

Teachers always forced him to join the events in the sports fest

Reo

Siyempre, Ateneo 'yan. Management Engineering pa. 'Di niyo kinayaaaa

CONYO 'YAN FOR SURE

He's in a bunch of orgs and stuff because he's a social butterfly like that

May nanay na judgmental sa ibang pamilya lmfao

Was in one of those interviews on campus asking students about their daily baon

"Ah. Isn't 1k a day normal? It's kulang pa nga eh since I live sa condo."

Ayun. Nakatira sa condo pala.

Goes golfing with his dad and posts his swing on IG stories

Crypto bro. Shares his crypto stats(?) sa IG stories

Humble bragger kahit saan. Personal or on social media

Same porma with Chigiri pero mas madalas naka-polo shirt siya

Ralph Lauren and Lacoste boy

Laging VIP seats sa concerts. May napila sa SM tickets para sa kanya

Lowkey a D-list or C-list celebrity

Friends with Filo actors and actresses

Sae

Also Ateneo (Sorry ang daming Ateneo. Alam ko. Pero those are the vibes eh.)

Definitely went for medicine and is planning to study even more sa foreign country

The golden boy of their clan. Always receives the most praise and pasalubong from relatives

He hates hearing the "Ang laki mo na!" greeting

Never engaged in the pagmamano and saying of "po" and "opo"

SURPRISINGLY, he enjoys the dirty ice cream they sell on a cone (it's not actually dirty btw, it's what we call ice cream sold by carts on the street. it's edible dw)

Possibly a frat boy

Gets so many message requests on messenger and insta but he ignores them all

Strava enthusiast din

You'll see him running in all of the best gear

Not conyo. He actually speaks mostly Tagalog but there's that slight 'maarte' accent there

Hates being called 'rich kid' kesyo baduy din daw LMAO

They have a driver, so many yayas, a gardener... ay basta kumpleto staff nila

Ayaw nung staff sa kanya kasi suplado

Drives a BMW

Rin

Went to La Salle and got into LeapMed just to spite his older brother and prove to them that he is better

Relatives always compare them

Even though they're rich, he probably got a lot of hand-me-downs from kuya, which pissed him off SO MUCH

Not a fan of Filipino movies, but he likes the horror movies. He says some of them are really well-crafted and gives a good scare sometimes

Unlike Sae, Rin likes homemade food. I see him liking Menudo lol (I mean, who doesn't?)

Refuses to commute. He's driving or he's being driven. No buts.

Mas gusto siya ng staff sa bahay nila lol

He grew up with a specific yaya. They're actually still close now. He's closer to her than his parents.

The conyo one. Mahilig mag-mura pero exclusively English 'yan.

Takes the longest to reply kaya 'yan walang ka-talking stage lol

100% has beef with the younger members of his extended family. He has that annoying cousin that he tripped once because why not

He hates family reunions, of course

Karasu

UPLB. Fo sho.

Chemical engineering definitely.

Halimaw yarnnn (heart eyes heart eyes)

Bro pulls up to class in a shirt, basketball shorts, and flip flops

Not a fan of the nightlife there, but is a certified manginginom LMAO

Can outdrink his dad and titos. Kahit lambanog pa 'yan

Extra respectful to the ladies in his family. Gets ultra pissed off when someone jokes about getting with his mom or older sister

Malutong din magmura

His personal favorite is "gago" HAHAHA

Medyo dry mag-chat, walang emojis (pero 'yun ang gusto ng mga babae apparently)

Not a fan of Manila (smells weird daw there)

Secretly makes fun of conyo people lol

Street food enjoyer. His favorite is probably isaw or squid balls. Matamis and maasim sauce please !

He can cook, but his mom cooks better, so taga-saing na lang siya ng bigas lol

Mahilig siya sa tapsilog siguro.

Lives off of energy drinks to survive the semester

Crush ko siya. Hala headcanon ba yan HAHAHAHA

Otoya (Oh boy oh boy)

Engineering as well, but at Mapua. Probably electrical engineering or industrial

Gwapo na mabango HAHAHA

VAPES. Onti na lang naka-lanyard na vape niya

Listens to Zild and Hev abi...

Araw-araw may IG story ng car niya, ng music na pinapakinggan niya, or panibagong soft launch

Fan siya ng American Psycho at Blade Runner kasi he is him daw (akala niya siya si Ryan Gosling na may pinagdadaanan...)

Nasa Tinder at Bumble. Bio reads: "Let's see where it takes us."

Na-cancel na sa Twitter before pero wala siyang pakialam (unbothered king?!)

Favorite song ang FE!N

Rap fan 'yan eh

Nako... may Telegram 'yan

Valorant e-boy. Kailangan may duo palagi.

Says he's into cute chinitas probably

Laging may note sa IG or sa messenger lol

"Kumain ka na ba?" texts (hala siya)

Of course, good morning at good night texts din

Frat boy siguro (may frat ba sa Mapua? sorry hindi ko knows)

Drinks a lot, but he can't handle his liquor. Gigising na lang siya the next day may video siya sa boy's GC na kung anu-ano ginagawa.

Hiori

Computer Science probably. Also in UPLB. (Ang probinsyano?? HAHAHAHA)

Studying? Why study when he can be at the computer shop? He lives there, pretty much

Dorms because he wants to get away from his family

Can't be bothered with org/frat culture

Tambay sa forums like freedom walls/reddit/etc

Sumasali siya sa e-sports tournaments

LoL and DOTA player, of course

Also plays a bunch of stuff on Steam as well though. Pero babalik at babalik pa rin sa LoL

Also plays Valorant. Smurfs for fun because he likes crushing the hopes and dreams of people. "Sala ka pa. Haha, tanga," type shi.

Always down for the early morning runs to 7-11 or whatever's open at that hour

Puro pancit canton kinakain. Puro Mountain Dew iniinom.

He and his friends always talk about PC specs...

"Hindi, pre. Mas maayos pa rin 'yung ano..."

Shidou

Also from La Salle maybe? Not the Taft branch though. Hindi kasing yaman nung iba siguro.

Fine arts student! May art account siya sa IG

Napalabas siya sa McDo dati kasi masyadong maingay

Would probably vlog a day of his life at La Salle

Posts all the unhinged shit on their freedom wall and fucks with the people from the Taft branch lol

The reason why their group chat cannot be leaked under any circumstance AT ALL

Always has the weirdest nickname in their messenger group chat

Somehow I get the vibe that he enjoys inihaw lol (same)

Napunta rin minsan sa computer shop. But very rarely because he gets too heated and starts making a ruckus there (mapapalabas na naman)

Expert commuter. Baha has nothing on him. Waterproof siya.

Would probably engage in frat culture, but only for fun

A party animal. 10 seconds niya yung Cuervo ez

Oliver

Umm UP Manila Political Science? Maybe?

Always nominated for council positions or other important roles in university organizations lol

Major kuya vibes kasi

ANONG VAPE VAPE? DIRETSO MARLBORO RED NA

Which is giving out first? His liver or his lungs? Abangan.

Unlike Otoya, he doesn't really date girls at the same time, but more so, he moves faster than what you'd expect (may rebound palagi kumbaga)

Posts on his IG story always with the intention of capturing the attention of someone lol (lagi siya humahakot haha)

"It's not you. It's me."

Bro thinks he's the male lead of a Filipino indie romance film

Cannot shut up about I'm Drunk I Love You

Frequents BGC clubs as well. Aspired to be a DJ once

Lahat ng messaging apps meron 'yan. Replies very fast too.

Search up BGC Boy playlists on Spotify. That's what he does, at least.

Yukimiya

Maybe goes to Normal U. because he wants to be a teacher/professor

The typical softboi you see at a cafe reading a book or typing away on his MacBook

So many girls like him, but he's the type to be in a long-term relationship with a high school sweetheart or something

Most of his stories are of him studying (his notes, his coffee with his notes, his laptop screen)

Ben&Ben listener LMAOOO

Possibly also a lifestyle vlogger or podcaster

Keeps getting offers to model for local brands

Possibly religious (his whole family is)

He looks like he would like adobo. 'Yung may toyo, hindi ung tuyo (ANG RANDOM BAHAHAH)

Munimuni listener (he was sad when the vocalist left)

Wants to win a Carlos Palanca award eventually

Looks like the type to advocate for the local culture and is against colonial mentality

My brain ran out of ideas that's why some are shorter than the others lol

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evolnoomym · 1 month ago

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2. Million Dollar Man

Sugar-Daddy!Joel Miller x f!OC

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Summary: A look at your daily routine, a little friend gets introduced, 1st Date jitters and Joel Miller enters the game.

Rating: 18+ explicit content mdni!!!!

Word count: 3.5 k

Warnings: no y/n, f!reader, working out, pills (Silica), mentions of eating, struggles to eat in front of others, shaving, allusions to sa, Mommy issues, panic attack, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, flirting, bantering, Moon is not a blank slate (sorry)

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: Here we go Chapter 2 for y’all, I hope you enjoy 🩵

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Big thank you to @lady-bess for beta reading 🫂🌙

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 👌🏻

It was a normal day for you just the same as always. Waking up at around 9 am, you continue to roll around for another hour slowly getting more acclimated with being up, until you decide it’s time. Sitting on the edge for a moment you roll your shoulders and lightly stretch that aching back of yours, the most will be dealt with later.

The first thing after swapping your sleeping gown with a black cotton camisole and some black cozy shorts, is to make your bed. It's a routine, almost always exactly the same as a way to feel secure, it brings you comfort. You start by shaking out the three blankets, two regular sized and one large blanket. One after another, followed by all your pillows, which at this point must be in the double digits region. You like to practically swaddle yourself. Next you meticulously put the pillows at their designated places and after folding the blankets those get the same treatment. One final sweep of your hand to even out some creases and it’s on to the next step.

Every night before going to sleep you prepare a tall glass of water alongside two Silica supplement pills on your dresser across from your bed, downing them is the next step of the routine. Afterwards it’s time for some plant caretaking which consists of checking if any of your baby’s produced a new leaf or need some water. Since you spent the entirety of yesterday, from morning to evening watering all of them, they are in perfectly healthy condition.

Though your most treasured plant, the monstera deliciosa, gets a little extra attention, you take her out onto the tiny balcony attached to the bedroom and generously spray each leaf with water. Maybe it does nothing but you’d like to believe that the effort is appreciated and repaid by continually birthing bigger and bigger sliced leafs. She gets to soak up the water, enjoy the fresh air as you leave the door open to also get some air flowing throughout the room and once the bedroom opens the rest of the tiny apartment.

You slip on your black loafers, take the empty glass, your iPhone and go to the kitchen which is situated outside your bedroom on the left. You have one of those pearl curtains attached to the wood panel above the walkthrough. It's oldschool and sometimes a little inconvenient but you like the beautiful blue colors it adds. You reach up into the cupboard for a shot glass which gets filled with a horrific tasting immune shot, a concoction of turmeric, ginger, lemon, orange and apple juice - burns like hell on the way down but at least it’s supposed to be good for you.

You down another glass of water immediately after which soothes your esophagus, it washes away any bitter taste left and when you brush your teeth the overpowering minty taste does the rest.

Karl Jr. -your beautiful black fur baby- would then get his breakfast served. Followed by some more morning stretches as well as a watered down version of your usual evening workout routine to help your back pain be less severe. Once your done it’s quite calming to just sit on the rolled out yoga mat placed in front of the open balcony door, you enjoy to feel the breeze passing over your face along with the early morning sun rays, it’s peaceful.

If it would be just an ordinary day you would now sit at the tiny desk in your living room with your grinder and long papers, preparing a morning j, which after smoking would be followed by breakfast.

But today is different. You have a “Date”. Well it might not be the right word to describe the occasion but a business meeting sounds too formal for a walk through the nearby park.

“Joel Miller wants to meet you”, that’s what the message read that was atomically sent by the Sugar-Daddy website and after some rather tame exchange of words with him it was decided to meet up in person. He suggested a restaurant but you declined that offer quickly, eating in front of him and most of all eating with so many people surrounding you, watching you, judging you? No that would be uncomfortable, so you pitched the idea of walking through the park just a short 15 min walk from your apartment. The two of you decided to meet at 3 pm, at the entrance of the park and go from there.

Through some weird intuition you luckily had taken a “everything” shower yesterday, before going to bed. You spend 2 hours scrubbing every nook and cranny on your body, shaving your legs and armpits. It was just a meet up so there was no reason to go crazy on your downstairs area, you didn’t plan on taking him home. Besides you were never one for taking the other person to bed on the first meeting, not that you didn’t try, you did. Seeing everyone around you having those casual encounters with no trouble, made you think you had to do the same and be like them. To feel like you fit in that’s what you tried, but it never went past some awkward kisses, they would try for more which you always brushed off as it just didn’t feel right and that’s where it would end.

You wondered why casual hookups never worked out until one day you did. Dating became less important after those discoveries, you could not open up that way anymore, it always felt like playing a character, pretending to be something you’re not.

A facade can only be kept for so long until it all falls apart or they discover the truth and they always do. The last date you went on was almost 2 years ago and the last time you had sex was at 17 which was losing your virginity to him. Now looking back it makes sense why you couldn’t be like the others.

Even in the 8 months of living here you did not make moves to really meet anyone on a romantic or platonic level. Well except Theresa your neighbor, she’s the only friend you made since moving here. She is 34 years old, single -which you don’t understand as she’s very gorgeous- and has two cats.Theresa takes care of you in the form of making sure you get up, eat and don’t succumb to the pressure in your mind. Almost like a Mother would.

Sitting at your make up table you decided on a simple makeup look, just a bit concealer, blush, bronzer, mascara and peach gloss. Of course you also wear your favorite jewelry set containing moon shaped earrings and a necklace with a moon pendant. Gifted by Theresa after she learned of your fondness for the moon and the story surrounding your name.

Next up was the outfit, which again, was not anything special. A black tank top, flowy black pants and well worn black converse. Before leaving you put on your vanilla perfume and mango scented body spray.

After locking your own door you stop at Theresa��s apartment door, raise your right hand, knock and wait. She opens up appearing to have just woken up.

“Do I look okay?”

You do a twirl on wobbly knees.

“You look more than okay sweetheart,” she gives you one of her rare soft smiles “I know you’re nervous but you got this,yeah?”

“I got this,” deep breath in and out “I’m okay and I got this.” You reaffirm.

“Atta girl, if he does anything weird I’ll come get you and rip his balls off.” She’s joking but you know she would do it for you.

“I’m sure one day you’ll get the chance to live out this little dreams of yours, but this guy actually seems nice.”

You quickly glance down at your phone, realizing you have to get going you say goodbye to Theresa.

“Shit, I gotta go or else I’ll be late. I’ll talk to you later okay?”

“Of ‘course go get him kiddo, you better tell me everything later. Be careful, yeah?”

As you are already almost halfway down the stairs you exclaim a loud affirmative yes.

Off you go.

The park is unusually crowded for a Sunday afternoon. A bunch of kids are loudly playing on the playground near by and there’s a baby crying in its stroller alongside the mother trying to quickly soothe her baby. People are walking by having their own conversations. You can hear cars driving around and occasionally a honk. It’s overwhelming, so many things happening at once and you’re immediately reminded of why you avoid going outside.

Today however all these people are also a protection shield in case something goes wrong. You’re more careful these days than back then, you learned from what happened.

To say you’re nervous would be an understatement,no, not even smoking before leaving helped to calm you down. These tricks may have helped you then but now it’s a different story.

You remember that day years ago vividly, it was supposed to be the second date with the significantly older police apprentice which inevitably would also be the last time seeing him. The plan beforehand was to meet friends at the park, there you would hang out, smoke weed and drink cherry liqueur to make yourself more pliant before getting picked up by that man. It was so stupid, he drove so far away to a lake and by the time you got there it was already dark. So much could’ve happened. He set up a Picnic, with strawberries and a whole bottle of wine for you to finish on your own, which you did. Back then you fortunately still had your luck, nothing bad happened and he just drove you back home after not getting into your pants.

Sitting on this bench now feels just like 6 years ago. Even though now it might be worse you’re shaking and the air leaves you in panicked little huffs. The ringing in your ears gets steadily louder, black spots are clouding your vision and the pressure forces you to close your eyes. That’s when you hear it, a voice, a deep octave fighting its way through the ringing.

“S’cuse me, Hello Darlin’ I thin…-“ he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you immediately shoot up from the bench coming to a halt right before him. That spurt of energy however didn’t last long, almost immediately you feel your legs giving out and you would’ve collapsed weren’t it for those big strong hands gripping your shoulders to keep you from falling.

“Woahh hold ‘ya horses darlin easy, breathe ‘kay, in an out…can you do tha’ for me?” his voice makes you open your eyes to see nothing but a very nice lookin yellow Lakers shirt. You couldn’t lift your head up just yet. Instead you wanted to try to make this less embarrassing “I-I…I’m okay, ughh” a wheezing sound left you, breathing so much after basically slowly suffocating was a bit derailing. You wanted to open your mouth again to say something but he cut you off “No, Shhh, just breathe don’t worry but anythin’ right now.”

And that you did, after approximately 5 minutes which felt like lifetime you felt good enough to finally look at him. Now you felt breathless for an entirely different reason, that being the tall Texas glass of water right in front of you. His hair was nicely combed back, he wore thick black glasses, a gorgeous smile peeking at you from under his mustache and the best thing, his hands were still on your shoulders even though his grip got softer.

After looking him up and down you just stared at his face and probably looked like a fish out of water with your gasping at a rapid speed. The whole situation caught up with you, making you take a step back. His hands slide down your arms till he no longer touches you. Shanking your head you started to apologize “I’m so sorry, this so embarrassing..-fuck I’m really sorry you had to witness this.”

He just looks at you like you said something ridiculous “Darlin’ you don’t need to apologize for havin a panic attack or anythin. Alright?”

“Yeah you’re right, thank you, for helping with the breathing and stuff.” You nod

“Don’t mention it, you wanna sit down again or-?”

“No need to sit down again, moving around is probably the best, there’s a pond just a short walk from here. It’s a little more secluded,” you look around “, than here.”

He nods “You lead the way M’lady,” giving you a cheeky smile.

“Keep up Mr.Miller,” you retort and swivel past him with a cheeky smile of your own.

It was a quick 5 minute walk, which was spent in comfortable silence, allowing you to recover from the panic attack. Luckily your favorite spot is free, a wooden bench placed only a few feet away from a cute little pond surrounded by trees and lushes green bushes.

“There we go, please have a seat,” you motion for him to sit down.

You can’t help but watch him get comfortable and spread his meaty thighs. It’s an invitation for your gaze to go directly to his crotch. Images of what a guy like him must be packing flood your brain, most of all what he could do with that.

“Darlin’ did ya not learn that staring is impolite,” that certainly snaps you back into reality quickly, eyes going back to his face. You can feel your cheeks get warm at being caught, you surely must be looking like a tomato.

You sit down next to him and start to apologize “I..I am so so..sorry,” you don’t even dare to look at him.

“Hey sweetheart,” two of his thick fingers tip your chin up “look at me, s’ all good okay?” the look in his eyes is expecting. “Yes it’s all okay,” you nod and his expression turns into a pleased smile.

“That’s a good girl,” those specific words, in that deep molasses tone momentarily stun you. Is he doing this on purpose or is it just who he is?

His deep chuckle let’s you know that he’s well aware of the effect those words have on you. Cheeky.

The short silence is broken by you first.

“Sooo, have you done this before?” What a stupid question, he most likely has done this before, he’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t want him as their Sugar-Daddy ?

“Yes, I have done this before, have you?”

Now this makes you let out a genuine laugh.

“What’s so funny sweet girl, huh?” He inquires.

“Look at me, do I seem like the kinda girl that catches the attention of a Sugar-Daddy?” Pointing at yourself, completely ignoring what he just called you.

“You got my attention, don’t ya?” The smile he gives you makes you realize that this is one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen and those cute dimples will never leave your mind. “Also let’s not kid ourselves you're breathtaking, pretty girl.” The final nail in your coffin is the wink he sends you.

For a moment you just stare at him.

“Anyway,” you have to look away from his smug face towards the pond to hide your reaction, you try hard to contain your blush “i have never done this before. Though I have thought about trying this.”

He appears to process that answer.

“What’dya want out of this arrangement?”

A good question, but calling this an arrangement sounds so clinical and cold. Shouldn’t it be more than that? Isn’t your body part of this deal?

“Best case scenario I get a genuine connection out of it, someone to call home, to rely on, something real you know?” He nods in understanding.

“Obviously the money is an aspect too, it’s security, it means not having to worry about making ends meet and just living carefree.”

A shaky breath leaves you after dumping everything on him.

He scratches his scruffy jaw looking deep in thought “What would that carefree life look like?”

You know exactly how to answer, maybe you shouldn’t be so honest but you feel like that will get you plus points. Besides you got not much to lose.

“I’d like to travel, see a bit of the world, take photos of all the majestic sights I’ll come across. Live in a secluded house, close to the nature. I’d wake up paint, take care of my plants, try out delicious recipes and I’d be happy.” It might sound simple to him but that’s all you’d need. A safe warm home.

“I can make that happen for ya sweetheart,” he sounds serious, too serious and you don’t want to get your hope’s up, so you switch the topic.

“Why didn’t it work out with the previous two women?” You interested why neither worked out, how could you fumble a man like Joel.

“The expectations in the arrangement didn’t align, they wanted a quick dime, not really interested in interpersonal relations and I got bored.” He says it with such a nonchalance.

“Where they my age?”

“No, they were both older than you,” you are not sure how to feel about that answer, is it better or is it worse?

“Why don’t you just try normal dating, you’re clearly attractive so it shouldn’t be hard, right?” He could have anyone in the world, yet he sits here on this old bench with you.

“ ‘s harder than it might seem darlin’, the company keeps me busy, the people I interact with most are business acquaintances and that’s not a good mix.” Yeah don’t mix business with pleasure, but isn’t that what you two will do?

“What do you expect of me, what do i have to do to make this work. I..I mean in case you want me,” the nervous stuttering will definitely be something you’ll think about for the next couple days. Why must you sound so desperate for anything?

You’re relieved that he doesn’t acknowledges your nervous word salad.

“ ‘s not a whole lot I expect, but I need flexibility” your eyebrows shoot up “not that kind of, time-wise I need ya to be…bendable,” he can’t help but laugh now “ I’m not making it any better am i?”

“No you’re not, but that’s fine i know what you are trying to say”

“Could you live with that, sometimes there’s gonna be a short notice to go somewhere which might mean flying and I want ya with me,” He explains the conditions.

“I could, it’s okay” you nod confidently “do you also want me to play your eye-candy at those fancy functions rich people have?” Again honest curiosity, you’ve never done this before.

He shakes his head “I don’t want ya to play eye-candy, you would be my partner and my equal.” His goddamn smile will be your downfall. You are about to open your mouth when a loud ring cuts you off, it’s not your phone, it’s his.

He looks apologetic and mouths a “sorry” before picking up the call.

You only get bits and pieces.

“Yes - Tommy ya know I’m busy - hmm - seriously how could that happen - yeah I’m on my way.” His voice took on an angry tone and his smile disappeared.

After hanging up he closes his eyes, squeezes the bridge of his strong nose in annoyance and takes one deep breath.

“Everything alright?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, no,” he opens his eyes and the tense expression switches to an apologetic one “something at our current construction site must’ve gone absolutely wrong and I need to fix it.” He sighs loudly.

“I’m sorry darlin’, this is why I need ya to be -“

“Flexible,” you finish for him and he nods.

“I’m real sorry that our conversation gets cut short,” he leans in and his hand lands just above your knee squeezing lightly “I’d like to continue this “getting to know each other” perhaps when ya visit my office, then you see me looking more professional.” Adding another wink to finish off.

“I’d like that too, Mr. Miller.” You note how his pupils dilate when you call him by that name, already loving the effect you have on him.

When the two of you get up, you immediately start to miss his hand on your leg, but as you walk to the entrance of the park he places said hand on your lower back, to guide you.

“Well here we are, I had a -” he speaks up first but gets cut off yet again by a loud honking.

The source is a black Mercedes Benz.

“Uh, that’s my driver,” he pulls you in for a hug and a quick peg on the cheek “listen I had a great time and can’t wait to see ya again. Please text me when ya get home, okay?”

When he pulls away you nod “I will,” you almost promise and off he goes. Quick strides towards the car, slipping in and taking off with squealing tires that make you think it might be more serious than he let on.

Your phone chiming takes you out of your stupor, a message from Joel, something sweet yet simple.

J: Get home safely, Moon Girl ;)

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normansnt · 1 year ago

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The tailor (sanji x male tailor! Reader)

Warnings: the reader cuts himself with scissors. I don't know if thats a warning but yeah.

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The strawhats docked at another island for the logpose to reset. As usual everyone went their way. And Sanji obviously went with Robin and Nami clothe shopping to carry their bags.

They were walking around town when they spotted a shop standing alone. It wasn't too big nor small. The first thing that someone felt when they saw it was calmness. It was a cozy little store. First Nami wanted to ignore it due to its simple looks. But Robin felt like the little shop had great things to offer.

"I find it rather adorable, I wouldn't mind going in" said Robin in a calm voice.

"Well all right we have time after all" gave in Nami looking at the log pose. Sanji didn't say anything but he had a little cheer in his mind that the girls decided to go in.

It was a small shop with unique and beautiful clothes put on display. The closer they got the clearer they could see how amazing the clothes put on display in the shop window were.

When they stepped into the shop the little bell over the door gave a light "ting" sound letting whoever was in there know that they had entered. The smell of lavender greeted them. The shop was only slightly bigger on the inside then it looked from outside, but it was not too small as though not having enough space.

Two clothing racks stood in the middle and if you walked to the other side of the store three mirrors greeted you with a small stage in front and a table besides them. The walls, which had clothes hanging on racks neatly organized, had a comforting light blue color. There was also a staircase leading to a door, a closed door so they had no idea what was behind it.

"Aughh damn it" came from behind the closed door.

"I will be down in a minute" yelled a mans voice.

Nami and Robin started looking around while waiting for whoever it was behind that door to come down, Sanji kept analyzing the place. All though he had to lie if he said that the clothed there didn't catch even his attention.

They seem to have been made with utmost care due to every stitch being very clean and the pieces of fabric complimented each other well very well.

The door opened suddenly and a man not much younger then Sanji stepped out. He had a big smile on his face and glasses on his nose which were held together by duct tape.

The man had h/c h/l hair and e/c eyes. These looked lovely with his s/c skin. He was a handsome man by the looks of it and based on his outfit he knew his way around clothing as well. He was wearing a white button up shirt with brown suit pants which had red squares detailed on it, around his neck was a tape measure and on his middle finger a thimble showing that he in fact made these clothes with his own hands. To top it off on his feet were black loafers, he looked very sheik.

"Oh hello" greeted Robin politely "are you alright we heard cursing before?" Asked the raven haired women kindly.

"Oh, I apologize for that, I was just cutting some fabric and the bell startled me so I cut into my finger a bit" smiled the man sheepishly while holding up his index finger which was bandaged all the way.

"Must have been a deep cut" muttered Sanji.

"Anyway I apologize again, what can I help you with ladies and gentleman?" Said the man while flashing a big smile. 'Adorable' thought Sanji, his smile had a child like innocence to it and the glint in his e/c eyes made it all the more sweeter- what? Since when did Sanji think like this about a man? He admits when a man is handsome, of course, but he never went into detail describing his attraction towards one- attraction? What is going on today?

"And for you sir?" Asked the man who he still didn't know the name of because he wasn't paying attention to the conversation he was having with the girls, who, disappeared,now realized Sanji. The man must have noticed his confusion so he said hastily

"The ladies went to try one some pieces" said the clothing shop owner while pointing at a door beside the three mirrors on the opposite side to the little table.

"And my previous question was if you are looking for any clothing?" Said the man smiling kindly. Sanji didn't want to be rude he wanted to get the handsome mans name at least.

"Please excuse me but I seem to have zoned out previously, do you mind telling me your name?" Asked Sanji red in the face.

"Oh no problem, of course, my name is Y/N L/N it is a pleasure to meet you" smiled Y/N while putting his hand out for Sanji to shake. He did just that while introducing himself as well.

"So are you looking for any clothing? I can tell by what you are wearing that you know a thing or too about fashion" he flashed his handsome smile again.

It was true Sanji did put a bit more care into what he was wearing than oder man but compared to Y/N he probably couldn't tell the difference between velvet and chiffon.

"Oh no, thank you, Im just here to carry the ladies shopping bags and assist them any way they need" smiled back Sanji. All though he liked the clothes in this shop, he didn't want to waste money, not to mention it was hard to find something that fit him because of his build, he was skinny but very muscular at the same time.

"Are you sure? I can tailor something for you as well" said the man hopefully.

Sanji saw the glint in his eyes, it looked similar to when he was about to cook a new meal or try a new recipe. Passion, passion for ones work. Sanji liked that about Y/N he seemed very eager to work, just like him. Also the thought of having his own tailored suit sounded lovely for Sanji. Finally something that fits perfectly.

"I actually think that's a really good idea Sanji you have been wearing the same suit for forever" Said Nami suddenly standing beside Sanji. She walked out of the fitting room with the clothes she wants to buy in her hand just a minute ago. Sanji didn't notice her walking out. But how could that happen? Sanji not noticing Nami? Its true he was focusing on Y/N but not this hard! Right?

"Yes, getting a new suit might actually be useful but I don't want to waste money that could be spent on food Nami-san" said Sanji.

"Its not a waste of money its clothes, we have enough money for food, its just one suit it cant even be that much money" said Nami looking at Y/N hopefully.

"Oh no its 50 berry" Said Y/N hoping they are ok with that price. Nami's eyes turned into berry icons showing how happy she is that she will be saving this much money.

Y/Ns clothes had amazing quality and were cheap as well. This showed how kind the male was he never thought much of money. He just sold his clothes to make people happy and of course he needed to eat something.

"Very well," gave in Sanji "I would love to have you tailor me suit" finished Sanji smiling at Y/N.

"All right we will leave you to it then" said Robin also coming out of the fitting rooms. And with that the girls paid for the clothes they wanted and left. Weirdly enough, Sanji didn't mind this, of course it would be amazing to spend more time with the lovely ladies of the strawhat crew but staying alone with Y/N was an idea he didn't oppose of.

While Y/N was taking his measurements Sanji could feel his hands touching his body slightly. Y/Ns feather light touch left goosebumps on Sanjis skin for some reason even though it was only through fabric.

Naw, Sanji was no fool. He has noticed in the past that Ladies are not the only ones who capture his attention, he wanted to sleep with man as well in fact.

However what Y/N was doing to him was completely new. The man made Sanji flustered and now he understood those butterflies in the stomach everyone was talking about. They had just met but Sanji was smitten. Even more so when they started talking, while Y/N was making his suit.

"Yeah, I love cooking Im not really good at it though" said Y/N a little red in the face. "The last time I tried to make breakfast I left the omelette on the stove because I got distracted and well lats just say I had to get a new kitchen." Smiled the e/c eyed male sheepishly. Sanji loved when he smiled like that it was rather adorable.

"I can teach you if you like" said Sanji perhaps a little fast. Y/N stopped his movements and looked at Sanji with a slightly red face and a small smile

"You would do that? Thats so kind but you guys will only be on this island for so long Im afraid we don't have time, I mean pirates have to move right?"

The interesting thing about this sentence is that Sanji never mentioned that they were pirates. That means Y/N must have known the entire time. And yet... and yet he was this nice to them showing nothing but kindness. Thats it, he had to have you, at least on the crew.

"Well... we don't have a tailor on our ship yet..." started Sanji hopefully. At this point he didn't care if you couldn't fight he would protect you, he didn't care he has to clear things with Luffy he will threaten to not give him food for a week.

"Oh, Im sorry, I would not be a good pirate, I hate fighting..."

"You don't have to I'll protect you" Y/N smirked a little bit. "I didn't say I couldn't protect myself I just said I hate fighting, lets just say me and fighting have a...problematic past." Y/N was searching for the right words. "You see if I were to be a pirate they would find me and well I do not fancy that" smiled Y/N embarrassed hoping Sanji wouldn't question him further.

"They? Who is they is someone after you?" Sanji was shocked. You, an innocent angel, had a past with fighting? Not to mention someone was after you?

Y/N was contemplating what to do. On one hand he trusted Sanji even though they had just met he took a liking to the blond. But he is risking a great deal if he finds out about his past.

Oh what the hell he has been in hiding till now even if Sanji decides to hold this against him he can just flee.

"Sanji have you heard about Ciper pol?" What? Yes he had he fought them not long ago...where is this going?

"More specifically Cp9?" Oh no, what is Y/N about to say?

"I was part of them" there it is, exactly what Sanji feared. "Im not anymore, I fled, they raised me to be a monster who knows nothing outside of fighting, but thats not me, I hate fighting, I decided to flee not long after an old lady showed me how to sow" a sad smile spread on Y/Ns face. "She thought me in thanks for not killing her family, I was supposed to kill them. Thats why after I stayed with them for a long time and she thought me how to make clothes I ran away and lived in hiding since then"

There it was, out in the open. Now Sanji can run away, make a disgusted face, curse him. These are the reactions he got before this.

But instead Sanji took out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a drag and then said

"My crew just fought Cp9 not long ago" Y/Ns eyes widened 'and they are still alive??' "In fact we declared a war against the government, then won the fight against them." Sanji looked at Y/N who's expression showed absolute shock.

"Listen it doesn't matter how your story begins you had no say in that, your decision afterwards matter. And you fled, you ran away from that horrible life and that was your decision and that shows the person you really are--" before Sanji could finish his sentence Y/N was clinging to him, hugging him with almost unbearable strength, almost. "Thank you..." whispered the slightly shorter male.

He meant thank you for them defeating his past comrades, Sanji knew that. He hugged back. It was a very comfortable hug, Y/N smelled like clean clothes and lavender, just like his shop.

After hugging for a good two minutes Y/N pulled away.

"I'm sorry its just... they deserved it" chuckled Y/N slightly "they needed an ass whopping to get them in the right mind just a little" continued Y/N while taking the cigarette from Sanjis hands and taking a drag. "Fuck I needed that".

Sanji got tomato read. The way Y/N inhaled the deadly chemical and then tilted his had back to blow it out. His adams apple visible and his neck exposed.

"Anyway where is this pirate crew who declared a war on the government? The handsome cook said they needed a tailor I would like to check it out" smiled Y/N kindly again. Sanji got even redder. This is going to be interesting

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WHAAAAA- two posts on one day😗

I told you my next fic is gonna be a Sanji fic😍

I tried to not like this man due to his pervert behavior but I just have to end up falling for him🙃

ANYWAYS I love how this fic turned out I tried to make it longer now, and I successfully did so, Im happy🥳

I hope you guys like it Im sorry for any grammatical mistakes I made if I did please correct me🙏

Well, I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies gentlemen and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

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black-suns-rim · 5 months ago

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Days of color IAP commissions

Prices, available items and what it will get you

$2.99 - chibi

rainbow earrings

$9.99 - headshot render

rainbow hat

Double rainbow pack

Rainbow headphones

Dark rainbow pack

$14.99 - halfbody render

Dark rainbow tunic

Color bubble machine

$19.99 - fullbody render

Dark rainbow loafers

Art examples

Rules and regulations

i will help with unlocking the friendship tree to fist-bump (ascended/eden candle)

DM me with what item you want to pay for, a friendship code and preferred name. we can discuss further what art you want done

i will not start working on a piece until it has been paid

provide me an email if you want your finished piece to be sent to it (optional)

I WILL NOT draw depictions of SA, SH, suicide, fetishes, pro-shipping or abuse

you can see my commission list here (trello)

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if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me!

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harveyguilleniconodelamoda · 5 months ago

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Effortless Spring Style: Calm Blues

Harvey attended the Disney Upfronts in mid-May looking cute and breezy in this aqua green crochet camp shirt from Target worn with black slacks and a pair of turquoise Dr. Martens loafers.

The loafers are sadly discontinued, though you can sometimes find them secondhand on sites like eBay or Depop. There is also a version of this style available in a much less vibrant blue available via Zappos.

The shirt is still available and comes in sizes up to U.S. men's XXL.

Harvey accessorized with an elegant pearl pendant necklace, possibly the same one he wore to the Garfield movie premiere. Though it's hard to be sure in these photos, it looks very similar to this 18 karat white gold pearl pendant from Tiffany & Co.

Mixing Simplicity & Luxury

Sarah of @taylorswiftstyle (one of the major inspirations for me starting this blog in the first place) often talks about the ways in which Taylor mixes "high" and "low" fashion, pairing expensive designer items with things that are more within an average middle-class person's budget. This is one of the many ways she forges a stronger connection with her fanbase, balancing the aspirational with the accessible.

I believe Harvey does something similar, though perhaps with a slightly different motivation. He has spoken in the past about the lack of size inclusivity in fashion, and how difficult it can be to find nice clothing if you're over a certain size. Luxury and designer fashion are often even less inclusive, and these factors led to Harvey styling himself for red carpets and media events until just a couple of years ago.

He's also talked about his approach to finding pieces he likes by looking in random places, leaning on accessories such as shoes and hats, and not getting attached to only one style or store. He has said he invests in pieces he really likes when he finds them, and wears the things he loves until they fall apart.

These are familiar strategies for those of us who love fashion but don't fit the mainstream fashion world's physical ideal. I've always loved shoes, scarves, hats, and jewelry because it's much easier to go into any store that sells those things and have a reasonable expectation that something will fit me. And when I love an item, I really love it, and wear it until I can't anymore. Truth be told, most of the sewing skills I've learned have just been a desperate attempt to prolong the life of a favorite dress or pair of pants after they begin to show wear and tear.

Though Harvey now has access to stylists and at least one talented designer who's more than happy to dress him for big events (and I'm tapping my watch at the rest of them, why aren't you absolutely begging to get your clothes on this beautiful man?), it's clear he still holds to those tenets that served him well when nobody was styling or dressing him. He will still pair an affordable shirt with a luxury accessory, and look amazing doing so. Because who cares where the items came from if they look good and make you feel good wearing them?

So while I do believe Harvey aims to be a style inspiration to other plus sized people--he has said as much after all--I also believe this grew initially out of his own struggles with having a lack of such style inspirations and icons for himself. This has shaped his relationship to fashion and how he presents himself in that space. There is a dimension of representation and advocacy to his style that grew out of his own frustration with the fashion world's lack of inclusivity.

Affordable Options

While the Target shirt already falls into the realm of affordable, the rest of the outfit might be another story. So I've come up with some options for anyone interested in recreating this look on a budget!

You can find beautiful and affordable pearl pendant necklaces on Etsy. Here are just a few examples!

Genuine Akoya White Pearl Pendant from TADragon, $89.95

Sterling Silver Minimalist Pearl Necklace from MrsQCreation, $19.56 (currently on sale)

Natural Pearl Simple Necklace from BeadHouseCo, $23

These black athletic dress pants from Old Navy are currently on sale for $25. If you're more comfortable with fitting women's pants, these high-waisted OGC chinos also from Old Navy are a great option and on sale for $24.

The turquoise loafers were a bit harder, but these $60 Minnetonka slip-ons from Shoe Station are a decent option if you can't find the Dr. Martens on eBay for a reasonable price.

#harvey guillén #plus size fashion #fashion #menswear #media event looks #disney upfronts #disney upfronts 2024 #target #dr martens #tiffany and co

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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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To The Grave

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Your brother doesn't like you dating around in general, but he has a particularly bad feeling about the guy from work who takes you to the Memphis fair.

Word count: 5,5K

Warning(s): brother!Elvis, angsty, Elvis is not famous (he could be since there's no indication if he is or not, i just wrote it in mind that he's not), mentions of Anita, some sexism, hints of SA!! (not detailed), violence, mentions of/possible murder, strong language.

Author's note: this was supposed to be a "overprotective brother!elvis follows his sister when she goes on a date" kinda vibe but ofcourse, i got carried away and it turned into much more. also, the ending is absolute shit HA! just pretend it isn't. hope y'all enjoy nonetheless. <3

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Tonight was an exciting night for you. Finally the guy you had been crushing on for the past year asked you out on an official date and you had been over the moon for entirety of the day. You had become fast friends with your co-worker Dean when you started your job and it was impossible not to fall for him – he had a charming smile, beautiful brown eyes and golden locks and he always said all the right things.

You were smitten and in a state of dreaming about the man the second you saw him, but leave it up to your older brother to rain on your parade.

“He’s probably expectin’ to get under your skirt,” the blue eyed monster on your bed mumbled, flipping through one of your magazine’s he had picked up from your nightstand.

“Shut up. Not all men are like you,” you spat at your brother as you stood in front of your full length mirror, applying a red tint to your lips. You had made an effort tonight – the evenings were still warm in mid September, so you had decided on a short black and white mod dress, matching them with a pair of faux leather loafers. Your hair and make-up took you way longer than usual but you looked good. You felt pretty.

“And you ain’t gonna wear that,” Elvis said as his eyes found your silhouette in front of the mirror, his head leaning lazily in the palm of his hand. His fingers were still flipping pages even though his attention was fully on you.

Your dress was short. Not scandalously short, but with the way it stopped at the mid of your thighs, you’d probably have to sneak out of the house before your father woke up from his pre-dinner nap. You wouldn’t listen to your fathers’ protests and you definitely were not going to listen to those of your brother.

“You know, if you wanna boss someone around and act like Dad, go to Anita’s house and convince her to get knocked up or something,” you rolled your eyes at him, dropping your lipstick in your purse before you walked over to your vanity table and sprayed some perfume in your neck. He narrowed his eyes at you in annoyance, watching how you happily rubbed your wrists together to spread the sweet scent around.

“We broke up,” he mumbled softly, ruffling the pages of the magazine a little so his words were less audible. But you heard them.

“What? El, you’re an ass. Call her and make things right,” you told him as you placed a hand on your hip, looking at him like a mother would when scolding her child.

Elvis was three years older than you, and loved to remind you of it, but you liked to tease him and act like you were the oldest sibling instead.

He scoffed, throwing the magazine to the pillows as he sat up on the edge of your bed. “Who said I did anythin’ wrong?!”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed, giving you a roll of his eyes now as he got up and walked to your wardrobe, taking a cardigan from a hanger. “It ain’t your business, anyways. Put this on,” he said as he held out the piece of clothing to you and you just laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s September, Elvis. And it doesn’t go with my outfit, I’m not wearing that,” you told him as you grasped the cardigan out of his hand, flinging it onto your bed as you walked out of your bedroom. He followed immediately, slowing down in pace as well as you tiptoed through the hall, peeking around the corner to see if your father was in his chair in front of the TV. He was – head falling back as he was drifting off into a slumber, not bothered by the noise of the news he put on as soon as he came home.

“How old is this Dean figure again?” Elvis whispered as he placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning down on you to prevent you from moving as he looked into the living room as well. You sighed as you dug your elbow in his stomach, making him back off but not without earning a flat handed slap against your upper arm. You squealed softly, rubbing your arm as you shot him a glare. “He’s old enough. None of your business,” you threw his own words back at him, slowly walking out of the hall and through the living room to the front door.

Elvis couldn’t stop you from leaving and he stood there for a few seconds, contemplating on what to do. He walked to the door where you stood, reaching for his carkeys so he could drop you off at the Memphis fairgrounds but as you opened the door and he heard the running engine of the baby blue Ford Thunderbird that stood by the side of the road, he was too starstruck by the car to notice you making moves to leave the house.

“The fool has nice taste,” he mumbled to himself, eyes widening as you were about to close the door in his face. He pulled it back open and grabbed your arm, pulling you back inside.

“Dad! Y/N is going out!” He barked at Vernon who immediately opened his eyes at his son’s loud voice, grumbling softly as he looked at you and Elvis standing by the door. Vernon sighed in annoyance, waving Elvis off as he put his head back against the chair and you laughed at your brother, digging your nails in his forearm so he’d let you go. His grip tightened instead. “Look at what she’s wearing. You’re gonna let her leave the house like this?” Elvis yelled again and you gasped, trying to tug your arm out of his grip.

Your mother came out of the kitchen and walked over to you two, slapping Elvis’ arm with a kitchen towel. The fabric was damp, making the smack harder than he expected and he let go of your arm, pouting at Gladys as he grabbed onto his own arm.

“Leave your sister alone and come help me in the kitchen if you want to eat,” she told him and you grinned tauntingly at him, pressing a kiss on Gladys’ cheek before you quickly ran out of the door. Your father was too sleepy to be interested in your evening plans – thank God.

Elvis sighed in annoyance as he moved to the window, watching you get into Dean’s car before it drove off and turned the corner at the end of the street.

You had been on dates before and while he never liked the guys that you went out with or brought home, he had never been this bothered to see you leaving with someone. You were his younger and only sister and while he loved driving you up the wall most hours of the day, you were the bestest friend he could ever have.

He’d die if something would happen to you and for some reason, he had a bad feeling about your date tonight. He had a bad feeling about Dean.

“I’m leaving!” he announced to his mother as he was already stepping into his shoes by the front door, slipping his comb in his back pocket. His mother came rushing back out of the kitchen once more with a deep sigh blown out in the air – she could already guess what he was about to do.

“Make sure she doesn’t see you,” she told him as he opened the door and he smiled softly, nodding. “Oh, and baby? You’re doin’ the dishes when you come back,” she pointed out to him before she turned around and went back into the kitchen to start on a dinner for two instead.

“We’re not here for candy apples, pay attention,” Elvis hissed at Scotty, keeping his voice low as he tugged his friend back by the neck of his shirt. Scotty nearly choked as he stumbled back on his feet, sighing as he was dragged further away from one of the dozen snack stands the fair had to offer. The blonde male slapped Elvis’ arm off and fixed his collar, following his friend through the crowd in a slow pace. You were a few feet ahead of them, your arm linked through Dean’s and you seemed like you were having a good time.

Scotty thought he’d be having a good time as well when Elvis picked him up and told him they were going to the fairgrounds. Go on a couple of rides, get a few drinks, pick up a pretty lady or two. But no, he was expected to play an amateur detective.

“You don’t have to whisper. She can’t hear us!” Scotty yelled on purpose, laughing as he startled Elvis who immediately looked your way to see if you heard. Impossible with all the noises around them, but you’d have a fit if you knew he was here.

“Just keep walkin’, Moore,” he ordered, shoving Scotty ahead of him with a soft laugh.

You were having the time of your life. Dean was a gentleman and tried to win you prizes at nearly every game you walked past. He bought you any food you wanted and you two talked about work and shared interests. It felt different than when you’d have a conversation with him during shifts and you were still floating high on that pink cloud… until Dean decided to have a couple of beers after you came out of the haunted house and things were starting to take an ugly turn.

He was getting handsy – hand dipping a little lower to your ass every time he’d slip his arm around your waist, trying to kiss you even when you politely told him off. He was tall and strong, too strong for you to stop him when he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the crowds. You were roughly pushed against a couple of stacked up crowd control fences, the metal coming in contact with your back roughly due to the force of Dean’s strength.

Your date was all over you as soon as he had you trapped between him and the fences. You planted your hands against his chest to push him off but failed miserably, not able to gather enough strength in your weak arms. He could already sense your next move coming as you raised your knee to kick him in the balls and he quickly placed his leg in between your legs, the alcohol on his breath overwhelming you as he forced his tongue into your mouth.

Your body froze for a second. Your mother had always prepared you for something like this. She always told you to be careful and here you were, dressing up in your shortest dresses to go out with men who probably didn’t care about anything else other than your body. They’d take what they wanted and that was that. Elvis was right and Dean wasn't better than the others. He might even be worse.

You had to scream. Yell. Call for help.

Your mother told you to scream at the top of your lungs when you’d be in danger, no matter if it made you look crazy or not.

You grabbed onto Dean’s hair as you bit down on his tongue as hard as you could. When he pulled back with a painful yelp, you pulled on his hair as hard as you could to get him off of you. Yet again, you failed and before you knew it a large hand grabbed onto your jaw and you were once more trapped.

Elvis was in near hysterics when he lost you out of his sight, that gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach growing and growing as the seconds ticked by on the clock. Scotty tried to calm him down, tell him that you were probably in one of the rides, but as he saw the state Elvis was in he figured this was serious. This was more than Elvis just being an overprotective brother. Scotty didn’t protest as he followed Elvis to the back of the snack stands and rides, looking for you and your date.

Aside from some couples making out in the darkest spots on the fairgrounds, no one was back here and Scotty was about to suggest to go back and see if you were among the crowd again, until they both heard a scream. And another. And another. Elvis followed the sound like a police dog on duty with Scotty hot on his tail.

You screamed at the top of your lungs when Dean’s hands slipped under your dress. The screaming and struggle didn’t stop him at first but he was getting annoyed, looking at you with drunk angry eyes as he raised his hand. You closed your mouth, bracing for the impact of his flat hand but it never came. Instead, Dean was pulled off of you and when you opened your eyes, you saw Elvis landing a punch against your date’s jaw.

Scotty was by your side immediately, gently tugging you further away from Dean and Elvis who had now made their way to the ground. Elvis was on top, repeatedly punching the other man in the face and he didn’t stop until Dean’s nose cracked, blood staining his face and your brother’s knuckles.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ touch my sister again,” Elvis growled in the other man’s face as he grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him up before he slammed his head back on the ground. Luckily for Dean they were on grass, or his skull would’ve been probably cracked by now. “If I see you around her again, I’ll break more than just your nose,” Elvis leaned in closer to Dean’s face, grabbing his face to dig his fingertips into his cheeks harshly. Your date couldn’t do anything but look up at the man above him with wide eyes, soft whimpers getting stuck in his throat. “And if you start runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth of yours, I’ll rip your goddamn tongue out. Understood?”

You ripped yourself out of Scotty’s weak grip and ran over to your brother, grabbing onto his shirt to pull him off of your asshole of a date. Elvis knew the best thing to do here was to let go and get off of Dean, but he couldn’t stop himself from ramming his head into the dirt and grass once more.

“ELVIS! ENOUGH!” You screeched in panic as you saw Dean’s eyes roll into the back of his head, pulling your brother off of him with all your might. Scotty rushed over to help and as Elvis got back up to his feet, he immediately wrapped an arm around you. As you noticed some people coming closer to see what was going on, you grabbed onto Scotty’s arm and started dragging them along with you as you made your way back to fairgrounds. They got the hint as soon as they saw the couple creeping closer to Dean and when one of the girls let out a panicked scream, panic settled in not only your stomach but also that of Elvis and Scotty.

“We have to split up,” Scotty called out as he stopped running, looking at you and Elvis. A duo of police officers on patrol walked right by you and you quickly covered Elvis’ bloody knuckles with your hand as his arm was still wrapped around your shoulder.

Scotty was right. With your brother’s hair looking so ruffled and the tiny splatters of blood on his shirt, he looked suspicious. But you couldn’t leave him alone and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave your side.

“Go home,” Elvis told Scotty, giving his friend a little nod. “Take my car and go home. We’ll get out of here, go!”

Scotty didn’t want to leave, but as more police men got a whiff of what happened at the back of the damned bumping cars attraction, he knew he didn’t have a choice. He sighed as he took Elvis’ carkeys from him, telling you two to be careful before he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

“Take my hand and act normal,” Elvis whispered to you as a police man made eye contact with him. Elvis didn’t shy away, instead giving the man that was looking at him through the heads in the crowd a friendly nod as he slipped his hand into yours. He winced softly as your fingers came in contact with the cracked skin on his knuckles and you apologised softly, walking along with him as he gently tugged you through the sea of people. You were both trying to act as normal as you could, but it seemed like that one officer was suspicious of your brother and you.

“He’s following us,” you whispered as you walked closely to Elvis’ side, looking over your shoulder. Elvis tugged on your arm.

“Don’t look,” he warned through gritted teeth and you immediately looked in front of you again. The officer wasn’t giving up, pushing people out of his way with quick apologies rolling off of his tongue to get closer to you and Elvis.

Elvis could sense the man coming closer and closer again and when another officer popped up a few feet ahead of you, your brother quickly pulled you along to the ferris wheel. He ignored the protests of the people waiting in line as he roughly shoved them aside while striding forward.

“You have to buy a ticket!” The employee at the attraction barked in annoyance, but Elvis ignored him and quickly pushed you into the cart when the previous people were out of it. Elvis sat next to you, trying to pull the safety bar down but the employee kept his foot down.

“Ticket first or out!”

“Look, man. This is my lady, I’m kind of proposing,” Elvis whispered, sending the man an overexaggerated wink and a feigned smirk. The man narrowed his eyes in suspicion, noticing the blood on your brother’s hands as he once again told you two to get lost.

You learned forward to look at the man, raising your hand to grab onto the bar as well. “Listen here, mister. Put this goddamn bar down right now or I’ll shove that little girl’s cotton candy so far up your a-“

The employee was distracted by your foul mouth as you pointed at the little girl in the front of the line and Elvis took the opportunity to pull down the safety bar as hard as he could, clicking it into place. The operator of the ferris wheel shrugged and with lack of interest for his job, he got the attraction running again, sending you and Elvis further away from his co-worker and higher in the air.

“What if he’s dead?” You broke the silence as the ferris wheel stopped again to let people out and you were half way at the top. Elvis sighed as he ran his hands over his face and into his hair to slick back the darkened locks before he looked at you.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if he is. What happened out there?”

Now it was your turn to sigh and you clenched your hands around the safety bar as you thought back about Dean and how he forced himself onto you.

“Did he… did.. d-did.. something happen?”

You looked at your brother as tears clouded your vision and he immediately wrapped his arm around you, pushing you into his side. You hid your face in his chest, biting back more tears as you slowly shook your head.

“He tried… but he didn’t. He kissed me and grabbed me, but you were there before things could get that far,” you whispered and he placed his hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

“I knew it, I fuckin’ knew it. Didn’t trust him from the moment I saw his smug face. Didn’t I tell you?”

When you lifted your head out of his chest and he saw the look in your eyes, the muscles in his face softened and he sighed deeply. Now was not the time for “I told you so’s”.

“Shit, I’m sorry, little one,” he quickly apologised as he hung his arm around your shoulder again, hand rubbing your arm. “I hope he’s fuckin’ dead,” he mumbled under his breathe as he looked down, immediately noticing some cops that were still lingering around. That one cop who had followed you was waiting by the entrance of the ferris wheel, for God knows what. Elvis should’ve never nodded at him the way he did.

Elvis gasped softly as you smacked his chest and he looked at you with wide eyes, placing his hand on the spot you just hit him.

“How can you say that?!” you cried out, hiding your face in your hands. You didn’t care about Dean, not in the slightest, but if he really was dead… that would make your brother a murderer. And murderers went to jail. For a very very long time. Before Elvis could speak again, you already beat him to it, words coming out muffled and broken.

“You’ll g-go to p-prison and I w-won’t see.. see.. y-you anymore. H-how can you d-do this to me?”

“Hey, c’mere,” he sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. He pressed his chin on the top of your head, his stomach dropping for a second. He hated seeing you cry and while he had made you cry countless of times before when you were younger, that was all fun and games. They had never experienced anything as serious as this and he had absolutely no idea what would happen to them as soon as they would get off this ferris wheel, but he was going to make sure you’d be safe.

Maybe the words that he spoke next were nothing but empty promises, but he needed you to calm down. An idea popped in his head and perhaps it was dumb and wouldn’t work at all, but he did not want to go to jail nor did he want to put that burden on your shoulders.

“Look at me,” he whispered as he grabbed your face in his hands, thumbs wiping your tears away as the ferris wheel stopped at the top. “I ain’t going to prison, silly. I know you want my room, but you won’t get rid of me so soon,” he laughed softly and you looked at him with a pout, not laughing at his joke. You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you were still terrified of losing your brother and feeling guilty of having him become a criminal because of you.

“Listen, little one,” he said as he looked down again, quickly turning back to face you as he noticed the officer looking up. He let go of your face and wiped your tears away, trying to remove a mascara stain from your cheekbone. “Once we get down, we’ll pretend we’re a couple. Remember Valentine’s Day two years ago when you were single and Anita was out of town and we went to see a movie with couple discount?”

You nodded as you sniffled, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to fix it and make yourself look a bit more presentable again. “Okay, good. Pretend we had a fight up here. I’ll think of something to tell him once we get down,” he said as he grabbed your hand, inspecting your nails for a second. Long and sharp enough.

“Scratch my face or slap me… something that’ll leave a mark,”

You widened your eyes as you looked at him. You pulled your hand out of his grip as you opened your mouth to protest but as you noticed cops were still lingering, you knew this was your only option.

Maybe you two would fail horribly and the cop would see right through you, but it was worth trying.

“Count it down,” you told him and he nodded, but you didn’t give him the chance to finish counting, smacking him across the face before he could get to number three. You made sure to scratch him along the way, your nails scraping his cheekbones and he grunted softly, wiggling his jaw a little as he glared at you.

He didn’t miss the small grin on your face.

“You enjoyed that way too much,”

“Shut up, Elvis, this is serious!” you told him as you dug a handkerchief out of your purse and he allowed you to wipe away as much of the blood on his knuckles as you could.

“You were the one who was smilin’,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes but you ignored him as you shoved the handkerchief to the bottom of your purse.

As the ferris wheel started moving again, you looked at him and he gave you a small nod and smile. You sighed and tried not to think about your nerves too much, acting as casual as you could as the attraction came to a stop and the still annoyed employee let you two out.

“Guess her answer was no, huh?” he yelled after Elvis, pointing at the scratch on his cheek with a grin and Elvis pulled a mocking face at him before he tugged you along with him.

“Keep your arm behind me,” you whispered quickly to him. He slipped his arm around your waist and you put your hand on top of his, lacing your fingers together so his knuckles were hidden behind your palm.

“Let me do the talkin’,” he told you as he noticed the cop coming closer.

The officer’s lips curled into a smug grin as he stood in front of you two, eyeing you both up and down as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Seemed like you two were in a rush. Everything all right?”

The cop had no reason to stop you two at all. He never noticed the blood on Elvis’ hands or the hint of panic in your eyes. He just wanted to have a closer look at your brother.

Elvis plastered his most friendly smile on his face, nodding as he looked at you, squeezing you closer to him. “The lady wanted to get on the wheel before she had to go home. You know how impatient these females can get,”

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from gagging with the way your brother and the officer were laughing about that comment. You knew it was feigned from your brother’s side, but to know it was probably real from the cop’s side made your skin crawl.

“I see. Must be a feisty one, claws out and all,” the cop grinned as he nodded at Elvis’ cheek and Elvis felt you tensing up next to him, squeezing your fingers that were laced with his in warning.

“You bet. Got my hands full with this one,” Elvis laughed loudly before he turned to you, pressing a kiss on your temple as he whispered a quick apology. You just nodded and laughed along, pretending it was the funniest thing you heard.

The cop didn’t see the small blood spatters on Elvis’ shirt and hummed softly, looking at you for a second before he returned his attention back to your brother.

“Someone was attacked about fifteen minutes ago, so just be careful out there, all right?”

You both feigned shock and you took it a step further by placing your hand on Elvis’ chest and playing the part of ‘scared girlfriend’ as you hugged into his side. Elvis had to bite his tongue to hold back a laugh and kept his other hand out of the cop’s view as much as he could, nodding.

“Don’t worry, miss. You look like you know how to stand your ground and your boyfriend here seems like a good protector,” he smiled, looking at Elvis a little too long. Elvis didn’t notice, but you had to hide your face in your brother’s chest as you felt a laugh tickling in your throat.

The officer let you go and you couldn’t believe he actually bought the poor act you and Elvis just performed. You thought it was weird that the cop had followed you all the way to the ferris wheel and waited for you to get off, but as you and Elvis were off the fairgrounds, the puzzle pieces were all falling together.

“H-He was t-totally flirting with you!” You hiccuped with laughter as you and Elvis walked to downtown Memphis, your brother a few feet ahead of you because you had been laughing non stop and yelling out in the open how a cop was coming on to him.

He was annoyed, but not really. He didn’t give a shit about the cop nor about the fact that he flirted with him. It seemed to have gotten Dean and what happened off of your mind for a little bit and you were laughing, and that was all he wanted.

“Shut your face or I’m tellin’ Mom that you took money out of her purse last week,”

You stopped laughing as you gasped, jogging up to him. He grinned as you narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing onto his arm. “One word to Mom and I’ll tell Anita you sleep with that one eyed stinky teddy bear when she’s not there,” you told him, a grin appearing on your face as you let go of his arm and crossed your arms as you walked. “Oh wait, that’s right. She doesn’t stay over anymore, because she dumped you,”

He stopped in his tracks as he glared angrily at you. You stopped walking too and laughed, not bothered by the murderous look he was giving you.

“She didn’t dump me. It was mutual,”

“If that’s what you want to believe, suit yourself,”

“I’m telling Mom about the money,” he said, giving you a sarcastic smile as he started walking again.

You were quick to follow him with a soft whine and he grinned as he swung his arm around your shoulder, nodding to the diner across the street.

“I can be persuaded to keep my mouth shut,” he smiled as he was already pulling you along, raising his hand at a car that stopped for you two to cross. You already knew what he was hinting at and rolled your eyes, following him inside the restaurant nonetheless.

“Thank you, El,” you told him as you sipped on your milkshake, watching him pop a french fry in his mouth. “For tonight. I.. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you wouldn’t have been there,”

He looked up at you as he grabbed a napkin, wiping some salt off of his fingers as he smiled softly. He reached an arm out across the table and placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing it softly.

“I would say listen to your older brother, but I get it. You’re young and you want to find love, but not everyone can be trusted. Not everyone is… good,”

“You’re only three years older and besides, I don’t think I will take dating advice from someone who had a bombshell girlfriend and then probably did something shitty to get dumped by her,”

“Really? You’re goin’ to ruin this moment? Now?”

He pulled his hand back as he rolled his eyes and you threw your head back with a laugh, watching with a grin on your face as he continued eating his food with a shake of his head. He couldn’t hold back a laugh of his own though, flicking a french fry your way.

“I was kiddin’,” you grinned as you took the fry out of your milkshake where it landed and popped it into your mouth. “I promise I’ll listen to you next time. You’re better at reading people, anyways,”

He nodded in agreement, wiping the corner of his mouth as he smiled at you. “The only man you can trust is me,”

“What about Dad?” you questioned with a laugh, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Fine, he can be number two,” he chuckled, looking at you. He raised his arm and reached it out to you again, sticking his ringed pinky out to you.

“Not a word to Mom and Dad. We’re takin’ this to the grave,”

You sighed softly, nodding as you hooked your own pinky around his. You kissed the back of your hand and allowed him to pull your hands to his face, kissing the back of his own. You let go of his pinky and sipped on your milkshake, watching other patrons in the diner.

“To the grave,” you mumbled, not having another choice than to agree. Your parents would be in hysterics if they found out what happened, especially your mother.

You had no idea if Dean was still alive or not and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. Even if you would feel bad, you would always stick by your brother’s side. Neither of you had ever broken a pinky promise, not silly ones and not serious ones.

This promise was an extreme one. Someone might have died by your brother’s hands tonight and you were part of it. You felt somewhat of an accomplice.

Like it was your fault even.

But you’d be damned to let your brother end up behind bars, even if it meant keeping someone's death a secret.

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📢 CRUNCHYROLL: NUOVE SERIE CONFERMATE PER L'ESTATE, L'AUTUNNO E ANCHE UN PO' PIÙ IN LÀ

In arrivo Witch Hat Atelier, Alya, Narenare, l'isekai con Dazai e le nuove stagioni di MF Ghost e After School Hanako-kun!

A luglio non solo inizierà la nuova stagione simulcast, ma ci sarà l'Anime Expo 2024 e questo vuol dire che Crunchyroll si deve portare già avanti, altrimenti non ce la farà ad annunciarci mille serie tutte assieme 😂

Ce ne hanno già anticipate un bel po', ma eccocene altre sei, niente male fra l'altro, in arrivo sempre nel corso dei prossimi mesi.

🔶🔸ALYA SOMETIMES HIDES HER FEELINGS IN RUSSIAN - In arrivo dal 3 luglio

Una delle commedie romantiche forse più attese di quest'anno, non poteva di certo mancare fra le nuove proposta estive!

Come vi avevo già accennato in altre occasioni, la serie è tratta dall'omonima light novel firmata da Sunsunsun, che ha ovviamente ispirato anche una versione manga.

L'adattamento è targato Doga Kobo (Oshi no Ko, La medusa non sa nuotare nella notte) ed è diretto da Ryota Itoh (My Senpai Is Annoying, Shikimori’s Not Just a Cutie).

Trama: Alya è una studentessa da poco arrivata che si gode la popolarità nel suo nuovo liceo, mostrando spesso un atteggiamento freddo mentre accumula ottimi voti. Ignora costantemente il suo compagno di classe nerd, Kuze Masachika, tranne quando si lascia scappare frasi sdolcinate riferite a lui in russo. Anche se lei non lo sa, Kuze capisce il russo malgrado non lo ammetta. Guardiamo dove li porterà questa bizzarra storia d'amore!

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🔶��NARENARE -CHEER FOR YOU!- - In arrivo da luglio

Estate bella piena per P.A. Works (Buddy Daddies, Skip and Loafer), che non solo sta lavorando all'anime di Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin, ma ha in caldo per noi ben due commedie originali tutte al femminile: Mayonaka Punch e questa scritta e diretta da Kodai Kakimoto (Katana Maidens: Toji no Miko, BanG Dream!), con protagoniste delle cheerleader. I will be there!

Trama: Misora Kanata è una studentessa del primo anno del liceo Takanosaki e fa parte della sua squadra di cheerleader. Ha vinto un campionato nazionale alle medie, ma dopo un errore durante una gara non può più saltare. Diventa amica di Suzuha, Shion, Anna, Onka e Megumi e formano le PoMPoMs. La loro nuova squadra va ben oltre il cheerleading e raggiunge il cuore delle persone per cui le ragazze fanno il tifo. Potrebbero persino cambiare il mondo!

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🔶🔸NO LONGER ALLOWED IN ANOTHER WORLD - In arrivo da luglio

La storica (s)fortuna di Osamu Dazai nel non riuscire mai a togliersi veramente la vita in pace è diventata talmente meme da arrivare fino in territorio isekai, grazie al nuovo manga di Hiroshi Noda e Takahiro Wakamatsu, i creatori di Love After World Domination e de La Sirena Cannibale.

La commedia è fatta in casa Atelier Pontdarc (Uncle From Another World, Ganbare Douki-chan) e ha come regista Shigeki Kawai (Uncle From Another World).

Trama: Trascinato in avventure in un altro mondo con aiutanti carine e con dei superpoteri, penserai che Osamu abbia fatto tombola. Per niente! Direttamente da un epoca precedente i pixel, il tetro autore di inizio 20° secolo vorrebbe solo un posto tranquillo per poter incontrare il suo creatore, non per accumulare XP. Sadicamente, la sua poetica dipartita è costantemente ritardata da atti di eroismo involontari. Gettati nella esilarante e tragica vita dell'eroe più riluttante!

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🔶🔸AFTER SCHOOL HANAKO-KUN (Stagione 2) - In arrivo da ottobre

Torna anche la miniserie spinoff di Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun, che su sulla piattaforma trovate anche con il titolo localizzato Hanako-kun: il doposcuola dell'Accademia Kamome.

Quello che non è ancora tradotto, purtroppo, è la serie principale, realizzata sempre da Lerche (Asobi Asobase, Given), che è anch'essa stata rinnovata per una seconda stagione, attualmente senza una finestra di debutto precisa, però.

Sia il manga originale, che la side story in chiave comica dello scolastico sovrannaturale firmato da Iro Aida, sono editi in Italia da J-Pop Manga.

Trama: Lo spirito Hanako-kun e la sua assistente umana, l'alunna del primo anno Nene Yashiro, mantiene l'equilibrio tra le forze sovrannaturali e gli studenti dell'accademia Kamome. Quando non lottano per mantenere l'equilibrio tra il mondo degli spiriti e quello dei vivi, come passeranno il loro tempo? Unisciti a Hanako-kun e Nene mentre vivono le loro avventure del doposcuola!

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🔶🔸MF GHOST (Stagione 2) - In arrivo nel corso del 2024

Seconda stagione all'orizzonte anche per la serie sul racing basata sul nuovo manga di Shuuichi Shigeno, il mitico autore di Initial D.

I primi 12 episodi diretti da Tomohito Naka (Initial D Legend 2: Racer, Initial D Legend 3: Dream), presso lo studio Felix Film (Aharen-san wa Hakarenai, Otherside Picnic), sono già tutti disponibili sottotitolati in italiano.

Trama: Il Giappone inizia a utilizzare le macchine elettriche auto-pilotate e rende obsolete le macchine a combustibili fossili, nel 202X. Le più veloci automobili trovano nuova vita con il MFG, un circuito di corse automobilistiche tenuto su piste giapponesi. Gareggiano i piloti di tutto il mondo nel tentativo di vincere il titolo. Kanata Rivington torna in Giappone dal Regno Uniti per gareggiare nel MFG e per trovare suo padre. Riuscirà a vincere il titolo e a trovare le risposte che cerca? Premi sull'acceleratore e corri oltre ogni limite!

🔶🔸WITCH HAT ATELIER - In arrivo 🔜

Dulcis in fundo, annunciato anche il simulcast dell’attesissimo adattamento animato di Atelier of Witch Hat, il nuovo manga fantasy firmato da Kamome Shirahama (Enidewi - Eniale & Dewiela), che possiamo trovare sui nostri scaffali assieme allo spinoff culinario Kitchen of Witch Hat, grazie a Panini Comics.

Ancora non si sa nulla sul progetto, ma se trattato con tutti i crismi del caso, potrebbe rivelarsi un must watch al pari di Frieren - Oltre la Fine del Viaggio e Dungeon Food. Il 4 luglio si terrà un panel con il probabile reveal della serie. Da tenere assolutamente d'occhio.

Trama: In un mondo in cui chiunque dà per scontati prodigi come la magia e i draghi, Coco è una ragazza con un sogno davvero semplice: vuole diventare una strega. Ma tutti sanno che maghi si nasce, non si diventa, e Coco non ha ricevuto in dono tali poteri. Rassegnata a una vita priva d magia, Coco sta per rinunciare al suo sogno di diventare una strega…finché non incontra Qifrey, un misterioso mago girovago. Dopo aver visto di nascosto Qifrey eseguire una magia, in un modo che non aveva mai visto prima, Coco comprende che le verità che tutti “sanno” potrebbero non essere tanto certe, e scopre che i suoi sogni legati alla magia potrebbero non essere tanto lontani quanto li vedeva…

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