#almost nobody will get this so i will explain

[tarosunshine]

성훈 ﹕ ℱEELING⠀﹐

﹕⠀your bestfriend has been avoiding you.⠀✦

park sunghoon female reader ⊹ bestfriends to lovers misunderstandings﹙1158﹚ . . . shelf !

since a couple of days ago sunghoon, your best friend, has been not answering your calls, not reading your texts. and you don't even know what's going on.

you're starting to get anxious because his friends told you that he is going to college and his job as usual so that made you think that maybe you did something wrong.

today was saturday midnight, so you just put on your hoodie to go to the store to buy some snacks. you usually do this with sunghoon, but since the actual situation you two are in, you're on your own this time.

watching the clock on the wall. you sigh before shutting the door after you.

luckily, the grocery store was just one block away from your apartment, so you got there quickly, entering to grab some bags of random snacks. you are feeling kinda sad, so you just want to eat and watch a movie or something.

once you made your way to give the bags to the cashier, you heard the doorbell ring, and you never turn to look at it, but this time, you casually do, meeting nothing more than your lovely best friend who has been avoiding you.

right, he lived in the neighborhood, and you could have gone to his place to ask him what happened, but you wanted to give him some more days. and it seems like it was tonight. the final day.

he was wearing a black hoodie with the hood covering almost all of his face, bangs over his forehead, dark circles under his eyes, and a death stare. he looked awful.

you keep watching him, hoping he will notice you and explain, but he doesn't. he just entered without looking at nobody, going straight to the snacks section, and grabbing the same one as you.

you paid quickly and left the place, waiting for him outside. you didn't want to make a scene there.

biting the inside of your cheek, you wait another couple of minutes until you finally hear the door. immediately you turn your head and meet his gaze when he raises his head. sunghoon's eyes widened with surprise when he saw your face, blinking twice.

“park sunghoon, what a coincidence..” you say, raising both eyebrows. the anger all over your face is noticed by him.

“hey.. look, i can explain” he started, a smile trembling in his mouth as he approached you with slow steps. you frowned, crossing your arms.

“explain what? that you completely ghosted your best friend without saying a word or giving life signals at all in an entire week?” you pretend to think, staring at him. sunghoon sighed, looking now at the floor.

“you want to come over? i'll.. explain to you” meeting his dark and shiny eyes, your expression softened a little, losing the grip on your arms, making them fall on your sides with the bag in your left hand. you nodded in response.

. . .

ten minutes later, you were entering his apartment, which was all in order as always, the clean smell on the air and the tv on. after looking around his place, you looked at him. he made his way to the sofa, and then patted the spot next to him.

“okay, explain” sitting on the sofa by his side, you turn yourself a little to face him.

“actually i don't have an excuse..” his eyes were pinned on his interlocked hands over his thighs. “it was stupid to just ghost you. i just.. i was thinking..?”

“thinking? may i know about what?” you sighed, staring at his hands. he was nervous. “and why you can't look at me?” slightly tilting your head, you try to search for his eyes. sunghoon finally looks up, staring at you.

you had missed him.

“i.. i thought about this a lot, and i didn't want to come this way. i didn't want to happen either, but.. this is so stupid” he sighed, rolling his eyes, biting his bottom lip because he didn't know how to explain. the hood over his head didn't let you see his face properly.

“hoon..” you came closer to him, reaching his head to slowly take the hood off so you could see him. and he let you do it without looking at you.

once you're done, you rest that hand over his, trying to give him some comfort.

“what is it?”

“i like you.”

you stared at him, frozen in place, and he was giving you some eyes that you had never seen on him before.

starting to get more nervous, he tried to get away from your touch, feeling the coming rejection from you. but before he could get up, you grabbed him by his shoulders, keeping his body in place.

“that's why you have been avoiding me? that's the reason why you have those dark circles?” you looked at him with furrowed brows, still grabbing his shoulders. he stared at you in silence. “you're an idiot, y'know?”

“what?”

“why didn't you come to me and talk instead of avoiding me? sunghoon, i was worried. i thought i made something bad to bother you or hurt you, don't know. i was overthinking it all” his face went full of worry when he heard you saying that, and feeling guilty.

“i thought.. i was afraid. i still am” he chuckled, still looking nervous.

“hoon, i like you too. you're so dumb” you start laughing, slipping your hands until they both grab his hands again. sunghoon looked at you with surprise all over his face. “i had a crush on you for almost a year” you shake your head.

“you're kidding.”

“i'm not.”

a bright smile appeared on his face, almost illuminating the whole room. he interlocked his fingers with yours, and before you could talk again, he pounced on you, making you fall over your back, giggling about his sudden affection.

his hands hugged your waist, and his face went on the side of yours, feeling the warmth of it.

“sunghoon are you red?” still laughing, you caress his hair, and he immediately shakes his head, brushing his hair against your cheek. “yeah, you're hot” noticing your own words, you shut your mouth, making sunghoon rise his head, holding a laugh.

“i am?” a smirk appears on his lips, letting you see his fangs. you rolled your eyes, putting one of your hands on his cheek, feeling the heat of his skin.

you nod, smiling. “yeah.”

you finally noticed how close your face was to his and how shiny his eyes looked right now.

caressing his face, your fingers touched his cheeks. and when you were about to take off your hands, he stole you a quick kiss, surprising you.

“i like you,” he said, hiding his face on the crock of your neck again.

giving you a cuteness attack, you squeezed him against your body, hugging him by the neck.

“i like you too.”

[blythedolly]

let me hear you.

—♡ you’re a famous popstar and leon kennedy is your beloved bodyguard. between the public eye and having to keep your relationship private for your safety, leons professionalism is once again tested.

—♡ warnings: bodyguard!leon, jealous/possessive, men being gross, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected p in v, choking, size difference, pet names.

leon never used to be the possessive type until you landed in his grasp. even though he knew nobody could ever steal you from him, it was a quiet fear of his. the thing is, to the public eye, leon was nothing but your bodyguard. your protector. although, most people were afraid of him based on his physique. standing at 6ft tall with arm muscles the size of the average human head tends to scare off weak insecure men, he would constantly have to witness these men lusting over you. his girl, and it made him seethe. It was hard to continually remind himself that this was part of his job, and you were a famous popstar. obviously, you're going to get a lot of attention, and he was ashamed to admit that it still bothered him. 

like today. he overheard two men talking about you, he didn't recognize them. which was quite rare, considering most of the time these award show afterparties were full of other extremely popular musicians. but no matter who was in that room, and how famous they were, you always stole their attention and lustful gazes. 

“just look at her, god. the things i’d love to do to her…” the man says to his friend, shaking his head in what appeared to be disbelief as he watched you speak to one of your friends. 

“i know, did you see her new music video? leaves very little to the imagination for sure” the other man chuckled. before the two could say anything else, you finally spotted leon standing behind the two and a delicate smile graced your face. the boys then turned around, finally noticing leon standing there. they went pale in the face as you approached. knowing that he’d definitely heard every word they said based off the angry look leon was giving them. he could truly be terrifying when he wanted to. you’d seen that side of him many times, but never aimed at you of course. leon was a powerful man, able to get rid of them with a simple snap of his finger. you stood next to him, not realizing his displeased expression until you’d tilted your neck up to look into his eyes. he was still staring at them.

“leon, is everything ok?” you asked, tone worried as you followed his gaze and set your eyes on the two men you hadn’t even noticed before. he didn’t respond, his large hand wrapped around your arm as he led you away from the area. not questioning a single thing as it was crystal clear something was bothering him a significant amount. once the two of you had made it back to your hotel room, you turned to look at him as he closed the door.

“are you mad because they were looking at me? because you know i’d never even think to-” you began to explain.

“i know you wouldn’t.” leon interrupted, and your gaze softened.

“then what’s wrong?” you ask once again, approaching him slowly, looking into his eyes. he eventually met your eyes after a moment. “what were they saying?”

“nothing that you need to worry about, doll.” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours. never would you have imagined leon could be so soft.

“alright,” you say, a soft smile reappearing on your face. “i’m just gonna freshen up a little, ok?” you add, pressing a kiss to his lips before approaching the bathroom. leon sat down on the couch, hands rubbing his face as he tried to forget about what he’d heard earlier in the night. which was almost impossible, considering he heard those exact voices outside of the door. the familiar anger began to rise once again as he got up from the couch and passed towards the door, opening it quickly and immediately spotting the same smug faces he was mentally murdering moments ago.

they both gulped, eyes wide as they stood in front of the front door a meter from yours. they quickly entered the room to avoid confrontation. leon stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck they were doing in the room next to yours. before he could do anything else, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“was someone at the door?” you ask, he turned his head to face you. looking at you adorned in one of his large shirts. quietly admiring the way your body drowned in it.

“two boys just went into the room next door. I assumed they’d reserved this floor for… other famous people i guess.”

“the ones that you were giving the death stare to earlier?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face. “baby, they are famous.” you chuckle as you stared at your boyfriend. he shook his head, trying to hide his displeasure to the information he’d just heard.

“well, excuse me for not being up to date with pop culture, i dedicate all of my time to protecting you”

he says, you loved when he’d get sassy like this. their words from earlier kept repeating in his head as he approaches you, placing his large hands on your waist, kissing your lips delicately. “they don’t look like the famous type,” he says as he places his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his lips tickling your skin in the most delicious way. you whined softly. and that’s when he got the idea. the idea that would show those stupid guys who you belong to. who really gets to fuck you.

he smirked against you, lips abusing your skin and his hot tongue trailing over your sensitive spots. his hands found your ass, squeezing your cheeks sadistically which caused a sudden gasp to escape your throat. normally, leon would place his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet when you weren't at home, just in case people were around. the hotel was unreasonably fancy, but the walls still seemed paper thin, but this time he didn’t. you didn’t question it. you never questioned him.

“that’s it, let me hear your pretty sounds,” he says as he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the pristine king-sized bed. 

he dropped you onto the mattress and hovered his frame over yours. his lips found yours once again, and you whined as his tongue slipped between yours. he’s all too familiar with how vocal you can be. even with his hand over your mouth or your head buried into the pillow, he can hear you crystal clear. he knew anyone nearby would be able to hear if he didn’t hush you, and that’s exactly what he wanted. for those stupid little pricks to hear how good he makes you feel. over and over.

his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft skin. you whined louder this time. you were so goddamn submissive under his touch, it drove him crazy.

he raised his stolen t-shirt up your body, exposing your torso as he lowered his head. trailing kisses all over your soft skin. you were addicted to the feeling of his stubble against you, he’d barely done anything and you were already a whimpering mess. his head trailed lower and lower. licking the skin above your panty line as he hooks his fingers into the edges of the fabric. effortlessly peeling them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.

he began peppering kisses to your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath against your dripping cunt was driving you wild.

“leon…” you whimpered loudly, legs trembling in suspense of the act that he was about to do. you were expecting him to respond. something like “be patient” or “good girls know how to wait” but he didn’t, he latched his lips onto your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. your hand flew to your mouth, biting down on the side to muffle your moans. but leon stopped.

“no, baby girl. let me hear you,” you nodded your head, staring down at him between your legs. noticing the glistening shine of your wetness on his chin under the dull lighting of the room.

“good girl,” he said before diving back in. aggressively eating you out as he’s done many times before. your moans were quick to fill the room. your hands flew down to grasp at his blonde hair. you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access to you as possible. to say he was addicted to your sweet essence was an understatement. the way you shivered with every delicate swipe of his tongue against your sensitive crevices. his tongue studying each and every one, torturously slow, with enough force to send you into oblivion.

“l-leon, i’m about to… i can feel it-” you whine breathlessly as your orgasm approaches. hitting you fast before you could continue your stuttered sentence. loud whiny moans filling the room as you rode out your high.

he didn’t halt until your legs began twitching, licking up all of the cum you provided for him in exchange for an orgasm. he climbed back up your body slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach along the way.

he was proud of himself knowing how good he could make you feel with little to no effort. enamored by the way your body reacted to his touches. he know the boys would’ve heard everything he’d just done, but of course, he wasn’t satisfied just yet. his hand wrapped it’s way back around your throat once his face aligned with yours, his chin damp with your cum.

“all wet,” you said, smiling as your hand raised to his face. tracing along the wet area of his face. “wanna make somethin else wet too,” you added, moving the same hand between your bodies and palming his hardened cock over his pants.

“where did you ever learn to be such a dirty girl?” he grunted, a slight smile on his face as he moved your hand and pinned it beside your head.

“we both know the answer to that,” you bit your lip as his hand tightened around your wrist, looking up at him through squinted eyes. he moved back to remove his shirt, and you bit your lip as he did so. you followed his steps and removed your own. clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.

he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down, not bothering to completely remove the articles of clothing. he was getting impatient. he hovered over you once again, his large hands separating your thighs as far as they could go and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. he wasted no time, thrusting forward and impaling you with his cock with no warning. you screamed, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as he quickly set a brutal pace. your back arched off the mattress, pressing firmly against leons as he pounded into you. legs wrapping tightly around his muscular body.

“oh, f-fuck. leon!” you moaned, the head of the bed clunking against the wall with each of his intense thrusts. he grunts into your ear sadistically, fingers leaving crescent shapes on your thigh as they dig into your skin.

“wanna feel you cumming around me, baby. think you can do that for me?” he asks, you nodded your head. tears dripping down your cheeks as the pleasure because too much for your body to cope with. it didn’t take long for another orgasm to pulse through your body, legs trembling around leons torso as you chant his name. before you could process anything else, he’d flipped you onto your stomach. shoving his cock deep inside you once more as he held your hips to him. despite being extremely sensitive from your previous orgasms, you still craved more of him. your loud moans echoed off the walls as he took you from behind. clenching your walls around him to coax his orgasm out of him. craving the feeling of his cum flooding into you. 

you felt another orgasm approach as his thrusts became sloppy, indicating that he was also moments away from finishing.

“leon!” you moan, clutching the bedsheets below as the two of you came together. leon eventually stopped once your highs had subsided. he tiredly flipped you onto your back once more, tracing his rough fingers along your damp cheek.

“mm… leon… y’think anyone heard us?” you ask, voice breathy as your tired body rests comfortably beneath him.

“hard for em not to,” he replies, tracing his finger along your bottom lip before placing a soft kiss there.

and it was safe to say they’d definitely heard based on the looks they were giving the two of you the following morning. leon smirked proudly, hand resting on your waist as the two of you walked past them. and even if they'd somehow not heard leon fucking your brains out, your obvious limp would easily give it away.

[viperify]

drabbles | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⟢ late nights at the library.

All you crave is a break and sleep—but Tom Riddle being your tutor and boyfriend makes your life just a little bit more complicated.

“This is the third time you have gotten this wrong.”

You sighed, leaning back in the chair you were sitting in. “Tom, I know. I just— it’s late, okay? We have been here for what? Five hours?” 

He raised a brow, deep brown eyes meeting yours. “That’s right. So, any reason why you can’t remember? Do I need to explain it again?”

You wished you had known what you were signing up for when you started dating Tom. Endless hours of studying together. Him acting like your tutor when he was supposed to be your boyfriend. He had this never-ending ambition and motivation that you just couldn’t match in the slightest.

Yes, you were one of the better students as well, but nobody and nothing could match Tom Riddle—top student in every single class. Sometimes you wondered how he managed it all. How he could be so perfect. Studying, revising, prefect duties. It was almost like you needed an appointment to meet him, even as his girlfriend.

He seemed like a student as any other—though so special in his own way. The hunger for knowledge and power. The desire to become prefect, head boy, a professor. 

The softer side to him that only you would ever get to see—except when you were studying together, that is. 

“Please, can we just leave? I am so tired.”

You didn’t leave. Not until you finally got it right. Not until you were completely drained, eyelids fluttering closed every other minute.

“Come on, I will bring you to your dorm.” He said softly after returning the books to where you had taken them from. Taking your hand in his and helping you up, he led you out of the dark and empty library. There were no words needed when you arrived at your dorm. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Tom exhaled, deeply. “Fine. But just this once.”

He always said that.

A minute later, you entered his dorm instead, and it was as if his guard had dropped the second the door closed behind you both. He took off his and your robes, hanging them on the coat stand behind you. 

And then, without hesitation, he gently pulled you into his arms. He held you close, your head buried against his chest as his hand caressed your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Finally, your worries started to fade, exhaustion taking over. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he took in your expression, swiftly helping you out of your uniform and into your pyjamas. How he’d gotten them—you didn’t know, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

All you wanted was him—his kisses, his warmth, his support. 

Of course, he knew.

So that’s what he gave you—pulling you close as soon as the both of you lay down, pressing a gentle kiss to your soft lips before letting you cuddle into his side.

“I am proud of you, darling.” Tom whispered right before you drifted off to sleep, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I always am.”

You smiled softly in response, drawing soft patterns on his chest.

“I love you so much, Tommy.”

thank you for reading! feel free to reblog and leave feedback <3 — masterlist. | drabbles.

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A/N: Just a little fluffy drabble bc I crave this man’s love and support during exam season. Ugh. <- This is also why I will be posting a little less/shorter works due to me basically having no time to write for the coming two weeks! I love you guys and hope to be back to normal asap! <33

[blog-de-una-persona-bi]

Did I ever tell y'all how almost all my fanfic ideas are based on ZoSan being an official relationship, but nobody noticing?? I mean, it is kinda obvious, lol.

Idk why, but it kinda hits me. I asked myself a few days ago: why do celebrities always date other celebrities?. And think about it, almost every celebrity is married or has dated another celebrity, the world is not that small.

So, what if Zoro is married to Sanji, a chef who's very famous in the community (like the neighbourhood), but is not actually a celebrity, and nobody knows bc they didn't marry using a ring, instead they used Zoro's earrings to marry (Sanji cannot use rings frequently, and he, as a romantic, wants to use it everyday, so they just kinda put it like that) and is not new so people never think is weir that he has 2 golden earrings and a blue and golden one.

But yeah, they think Zoro is asexual bc of an interview where they ask him: "would you date Hiyori?" And he said "heck no". "WHAT about Luffy" "are you kidding me? I WOULD NEVER DATE A MAN NOR A WOMAN".

People were very angry at him, bc even if they didn't know his sexualidad, he didn't have any right to talk to the interviewer like that.

A few days later, Zoro posts a video saying "My husband explained that the interviewer had no mean intentions and that I just exagerated everything, I already talked with them a few days ago, and we even had dinner at my husband's restaurant, but my husband told me to post a public apology".

The internet blows, nobody know his husband. And nobody knew he was married, they just kinda assumed he was asexual, bc in all his carrier (did I write that right?) He never dated anyone.

Zoro and his husband finally go to a gala together and everything is history.

The end.

Don't know where I get that from, sorry person who drew this 😭

[somethingg5]

Chapter 6

8pm at Paige and Azzis house

“WHO'S READY TO PARTY!!! Of course with moderation we've got a baby on the way.” KK yells as she barges into their house. Azzi and Paige make eye contact knowing that tonight was going to be a long one. Paige helped KK bring in the food and drinks from KK’s car and they all were sitting watching a basketball game. Not too long after Nika and Jana walk through the door. “Where’s the momma?” Jana said excited to see Azzi. Caroline came in with Ice. “Hello! Its so good to see you all!” Azzi said, attempting her best to stand up from the couch. Paige noticed her struggle and helped her up. It was the small things that Azzi needed help with. Getting up, tying her shoes, and even zipping her pants. But Paige was always there to help. KK and Ice decided to go live. “HEY Y'ALL IT'S KK and Ice! We are here with Caroline and I think the rest are in the kitchen.” Paige rolled her eyes at KK because she was walking a fine line of the word knowing about Azzi. So, KK ended the concert early. 

“OOO I want to dance!” Nika said looking at Paige, her undefeated Just Dance partner. “I'm down,” Paige said, moving from next to Azzi. “Alright! We gonna beat you all nobody gets better scores than us!” Paige said fist bumping Nika as they loaded into the game. As they started dancing everyone around them was laughing and throwing pillows at them. Azzi laughed so hard that she had to run to the bathroom. Paige, not knowing what happened, dropped the remote and followed her. “Az- baby, it's me are you okay?” Paige said to the bathroom door hoping Azzi would open it and let her in. “Paige you can't dance… I literally peed my pants.” Azzi said, opening up the door. “NAH I can dance, you just caught me on a bad day.” Paige pleaded with Azzi who was still laughing. 

They all settled back on the floor and couches, they got into a rhythm of just talking with each other.

This is their conversation:

Nika: So Azzi, what's the plan for the birth? 

Azzi: Honestly, I don't really know. I just want Paige there and whatever else happens is what happens.

Caroline: So do you all have any names picked out? 

KK: YES do you? 

Paige: Not really it's been so busy that we haven't really had time. Why yall got suggestions? 

KK: Yeah KK Junior 

Paige: HA no KK i love you but no. 

KK: You are a grade A hater Paige Bueckers 

Ice: Maybe Haven? 

Azzi: Oh that's pretty I like it. Haven Bueckers. 

Nika: What's gonna happen with basketball when she comes? 

Paige: I talked with CD and Geno and I think I'll just take a game and a practice off but I'm home most of the time so I dont think it will be a huge issue. 

Caroline: Oh that's good!

They had just been talking about memories when Azzi started to feel uncomfortable. Her stomach started tightening and, “Ugh- UGH- OUCH!” Azzi exclaimed, grabbing her stomach. Everyone stopped and all faced Azzi who leaned forward in pain. “AZ! What's wrong? Talk to me.” Paige grabbed Azzis hand and talked to her. “I think I had a contraction? I'm so early though. It can't be labor. No. It can't be right?” Azzi worked herself into a panic and everyone around started doing something. Ice called a nurse hotline. KK and Caroline got water and food. Nika massaged Azzis back. “Shhh it's okay” Nika said. The pain had settled and the nurse picked up. She explained that it is normal to have contraction-like symptoms. They are called braxton hicks. Everyone took a deep breath knowing that their friend didn't just go into labor. “Damn that was crazy are you okay Azzi?” Ice said as she hung up the phone. “Yeah you had us scared there almost thought a baby was gonna pop out at any second.” KK said and Paige hit her head. “KK it dont work like that.” Paige said. As the team said their goodbyes, Azzi could help but think about labor. The pain. Was she able to do it? Paige could tell she was scared. It was only a matter of time. Paige knew how to cheer Azzi up so she went to the closet and got out their portable heart beat monitor. “You wanna listen to the baby?” Paige looked at Azzi who was curled on her side on the bed. “Yeah I do.” Azzi faced forward and laid on her back. She rolled up her shirt and Paige put the probe to her stomach. They searched for a little and found the heartbeat. It sounded like music to Azzis ears. Their baby. Their little girl. They listened to it for a while whenPaige cleaned Azzis stomach from the gel and they went to sleep.

This was a shorter chapter but Im excited for what is to come yay!!

[slasherslittlesimp]

Izuku Midoriya- Game Night

Mina came up with the great idea to have a class game night which pretty much everyone agreed to, including Bakugo, Tokoyami and Shoji who usually don't agree to this kind of stuff. You're all sat in a circle on the floor of the common room, the couches and tables pushed against the walls to make room. Sato sits to your left while Jirou sits to your right and Mina positioned directly across from you.

The pink girl smiles brightly as she claps her hands together. "I'm so excited! I think we should all write down different game ideas and put them in a bowl to draw from at random. That way everyone gets a chance at their game being chosen." Everyone nods in agreement, passing paper and pencils around the circle.

There's many different games to choose from- board games, physical games, daring games. It's almost impossible to choose one. You know for a fact that Mina will probably either choose something that has to do with dancing or truth or dare. There's a pretty good chance Hagakure will do the same. Todoroki will probably pick a more traditional game, same with Momo and Iida. Everyone else could be a toss up.

Sighing, you write down Pocky Game before folding it up and tossing it into the bowl. There's a low chance of your game getting chosen considering there's twenty one choices in total so you just wrote down the first game that came to mind. You're kind of hoping it doesn't get picked though since it's rather awkward and embarrassing- plus, playing that game with Mineta sounds like an actual nightmare.

"Alright!" Mina gathers everyone's attention as she pulls the bowl into her lap. "I'm gonna go ahead and pick the first game now!" Her hand dips into the bowl, digging her fingers around in the paper to mix it up. She smiles brightly as she pulls out her choice before opening it to reveal what was chosen- Twister. It's not exactly a game that can be played in a large group like this but if anyone can make it work Mina can.

Said girl hops up off the floor as she runs to grab the game. She lays out two different mats on the floor, one for the boys and one for the girls. Kaminari and Mineta complain about being split by genders but Mina refuses to change her mind. She explains the rules of the game before asking for volunteers to spin the wheels. Shoji volunteers since it'd be a bit unfair of him to play with his six hands. Hagakure also volunteers since nobody would really be able to see her that well to make sure she isn't cheating.

You're picked to go first along with Momo and Ochaco. You step up to the mat with the other girls, smiling at them as you get ready for the game to start. Momo goes first, her left foot landing on green with Ochaco going next with her right hand on red. Your right foot ends up on red so you take the one right next to Ochaco, blocking her slightly.

Minutes pass by and soon enough you're all a pile of limbs struggling to stay up. Your eyes drift over to the boys mat where Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari are in the same position as you guys. Kirishima makes eye contact with you which causes you to make a funny face at him. He laughs, his body shaking as he struggles to keep holding himself up. He fails and collapses on top of the other boys forcing them down to the ground. You laugh at that only to make the same mistake as you slip and collapse onto Momo. Ochaco manages to stay up somehow which makes her the winner of the match.

Multiple different groups go and soon there's a group of winners- Ochaco, Mina, Bakugo, and Tokoyami. Pleased with how the first game went you all settle back down into the circle as Mina draws the next game from the bowl. Your eyes widen slightly as she pulls out your suggested game, a few people blushing while others cheer.

Kaminari gets up to retrieve an empty soda bottle before returning to his spot on the other side of Jirou. The rules of the game are simple- spin the bottle to decide your partner, then each of you place one end of the pocky in your mouth before slowly biting pieces off. Whoever pulls away first loses or whoever gets the most wins. If you meet in the middle then it's a tie.

Hagakure goes first as she reaches forward to spin the bottle. You watch nervously as it spins around in circles, gradually going slower before finally stopping. Ojiro looks about ready to have a heart attack once he realizes it landed on him, his face bright red as his tail swishes awkwardly behind him. If you could see Hagakure's face you're sure she would be blushing too considering her crush on the boy. Everyone stares at the two as they start the game only to be disappointed when it ends rather quickly- Ojiro was so nervous he clenched his jaw which caused the pocky to snap, leaving him with the smaller side and making him the loser.

Midoriya is the next to spin the bottle, having been sitting directly to Hagakure's left. He looks extremely nervous as he spins the bottle, his eyes wide as he watches it. Your heart nearly beats out of your chest as the bottle stops spinning with the top of it pointing directly at you. You make eye contact with the boy, both of your faces burning bright red.

You both slowly move to sit in the middle of the circle as Mina hands the boy a piece of pocky. His hands are shaking as he puts one end between his lips, the chocolate end left for you to take. You can't help but to gulp at how nervous you feel as you slowly lean forward to take the treat between your lips. You've always had a crush on Midoriya so being this close to his face was sending your heart into overdrive.

Mina announces the start of the game which jolts you both slightly as you begin. You take small nibbles of the delicious treat, your eyes locked with his as the distance slowly closes. He surprisingly doesn't look away from your gaze as he keeps going, both of you only centimeters away now. The second your noses touch, however, he panics a little and pulls away which leaves you as the winner. You finish of the snack, feeling a little disappointed as you move back to your spot.

You're lost in thought as the game continues, everyone getting a chance to go (besides Mineta because everyone refused to do it with him). It doesn't take long until Mina is choosing the next game, shouting it out. Her loud voice pulls you back to reality as her words register in your mind. The game is seven minutes in heaven, and by the confident smile on Kaminari's face it's obvious he's the one who wrote it down.

The bottle remains in the middle as everyone takes turns spinning it before going into the hall closet with their chosen partner. Most people don't do anything, but others come back out with blushing cheeks. Some of the pairings are a little surprising to say the least- Bakugo and Kirishima, Sero and Mina, Ochaco and Tsu, even Kaminari and Jirou. After those two return it's your turn to spin the bottle.

You reach forward to spin it, holding your breath as you wait for it to stop. It seems to spin forever before finally slowing down enough to land on someone. Your eyes widen as you look up at your partner, both of you looking nervous once again. Midoriya. Just your luck to get partnered with your crush for two very awkward and intimate games.

"Have fun you two!" Mina shouts, waving her hand in the air as you enter the closet with him trailing behind.

It's dark with the only source of light coming from under the door. The closet is small which forces you both to be pressed against each other, your hot breath fanning across each other's faces. Even though it's dark you can his face is flushed red, and from how hot yours feels you're sure you look the same.

"What should we do?" Midoriya questions, his voice squeaking slightly.

"We could just stand here until time is up," you answer, not wanting to make him feel awkward by suggesting anything else. He remains silent for a moment as he stares at the door with his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

His voice is barely above a whisper when he finally speaks, his words surprising you slightly. "I don't want to do nothing."

"What to you mean?" You try to calm your beating heart as he looks into your eyes, his own shining brightly despite the darkness.

"I really like you (Y/N)." He admits, his voice steady and calm for once. "When we were playing that game earlier I wanted nothing more than to kiss you but I couldn't."

"Why not?" It's his turn to be shocked now. His eyes widen slightly as he looks at you, silently asking you to keep talking. "I would've been happy if we kissed in all honesty because I like you too Izuku." The use of his first name makes his heart skip a beat.

"You do?" His eyes are filled with hope but his words sound hesitant and disbelieving.

"Yes, so just kiss me already."

He slowly reaches up to cup your cheek, giving you time to change your mind. You hold steady, pressing your hands lightly against his chest as you look up at him. His eyes flutter close as he leans forward, gently pressing his lips to yours. You lean into it, deepening the kiss as you move your hands to his neck to pull him closer. Your lips move against each other quickly as he swipes his tongue out, letting it taste your bottom lip. They part slightly allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, your own tongue sliding against it.

Banging on the closet door forces you to jump apart, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. Everyone gives you knowing looks as you both return to the group, your eyes never leaving each other as you sit down.

Neither of you said anything about what that kiss meant, but you can only hope it means you both will be together.

[luv-mani3]

🎀More Than A Women!🎀

Featuring;

Black fem!reader

Rich Nanami

Gojo saturo 

Pining

Semi shy reader

Def shy  Kento lol

WORD COUNT; 7k

Summary;

Chapter 1.  Brighter than the sun

(Nanami Kento falls for you. HARD. The only problem is he doesn't know how to talk to you. You're the new hire after all, and he doesn’t wanna scare you away right when you’ve just arrived. So he puts a plan in action!) 

Warnings;

Fluff 

Spoil little princess🎀

Pining

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   Nanami had never seen something so gorgeous in his life. There stood the pretty little new hire, you, as you looked up at Gojo, listening intensely as he explained the job. Your big brown eyes were mesmerizing as you soaked up the information, and Nanami couldn't get enough.

    You looked nervous, eyes flitting about as you scanned the area, only to land on Nanami himself. 

   His breath caught in his throat, choking on the black coffee he had taken a sip of. Fuck was it hard to contain the warmth that spread across his body as you both locked eyes. What a pretty little thing you were… brown eyes as deep as chocolate, skin as radiant as the rays of sun. God and your nervous smile. He died right there and then.

    Nanami withdrew his gaze from yours, pretending to do some important task as he turned around. 

     Eventually Gojo had dragged you away to some other part of the school. Flapping his lips like he had all the time in the world. 

   The blond haired man let out a breath as he watched you walk away, mesmerized by the sway of your hips.  

Damn.

Now Kento is not one to hesitate. No, not at all. But when he saw you it was like time itself stopped to appreciate your beauty. 

 Nanami was quiet, reserved, not at all a fool who stumbled over his words and acted like a love sick puppy. 

Kento was calm, precise, organised.

And yet when he saw you... Fuck when he saw you all his common sense went out the fucking window.

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It had only been a week and your presence still had a choke hold on Nanami. He couldn't look away from you, couldn't stop thinking about you. Couldn't talk to you… Yes no matter how many times the blond haired man tried he could absolutely not muster up the courage to say a word to you. So lively and talkative, you flitted about the office like a bee. Everyone, and he means everyone liked you. You go out with coworkers on the weekends, discuss other plans with them during business hours. But no matter how much you did, you never managed to look his way. 

     Obviously he assumed that it was because you were too busy. Why else would you immediately find something else to do when you spotted him? And why else would you rush off, almost knocking yourself and him over when he approached? Why else would you blush like a madwoman, if not for the fact that you were tired from the stress?

  Perhaps you were shy…

  Regardless…

  Kento shook the thought out of his head as he looked down at the papers in his hand, not realizing he was gripping them so tightly. 

 He sighed as he entered the breakroom, immediately starting up a cup of boiling water. He said nothing as he sat down and waited, trying to clear his thoughts. He was so focused on ridding thoughts of you that he didn't notice you walk in.

  Didn't notice the way you pause as you spot him, the big breath of courage you take as you slowly make your way towards the pot of water, which has already done boiling by now.  

  You stand there awkwardly, hands fidgeting as you work the courage up to speak to him… before the excuses come… 

  He’s too busy, much too busy. He wouldn't want to talk to me, I'm practically nobody. He doesn't even know my name, much less that I work here. You hem and haw over yourself, startled when the man turns around. Both of you lock eyes, the moment seeming to last for eternity until you clear your throat. 

“Hi…” 

  He stares at you with wide eyes, not saying a word. 

  Mouth slightly agape because you spoke to him. Him! Finally…

  Nanami inhales a quick breath before smiling lightly. “Hi…” 

  You return his smile, blushing just slightly. You both stay in awkward silence before shifting on your feet. You introduce yourself, though there's no need, and Kento does the same. He reaches out to shake your hand, gripping it firmly. You  almost choked, eyes widening at his strength.

And his hand.

And his arms. His biceps…his … his everything. 

 Your small office crush turns into something more. You gently slide your hand from his, already missing the feel of it. Your smile widens as you grip the noodle packet in your hand, scanning the area for anything that could continue this conversation.

Eyes landing on the papers that are sat on the table, you lean your head over to get a better look. “Whatcha working on?” You ask, shifting once again. He withdraws his hand from yours, although, you note, more hesitantly. Glancing back at the papers he shrugs.

  “Just some documents, nothing too special..” 

  You hum, curling your lips in. The silence is killing you, but you're desperate to hold a decent conversation with him. Groaning internally, you search around the room frantically. 

  How dry can a man be?

Nanami notices the change in atmosphere, thank god, and takes it upon himself to speak up.

“S-so… how do you like working here so far? Everyone is treating you right?” 

He says it so nervously your heart melts, You offer him a warm smile, giggling. “Yeah! Everything has been going so well here. Honestly it's such a refresher from my last workplace. The hours are good and so is the pay. And the people here are amazing!-” You don't realize your rambling, and Nanami does not point it out. He could listen to you talk all day.

The man finds himself smiling, laughing, though not much, when you laugh. Nodding along and even offering some commentary. 

 He folds his arms across his chest,the sleeves of his dress shirt roll over his forearms and biceps, causing you to lose your train of thought.

  When you refocus you find him staring at you expectantly, arms still folded and expression unreadable.

  You feel the blush creep up your neck. 

 Clearing your throat you smile brightly, gathering your thoughts.

“Well I must get going! It was nice talking to you Nanami!” 

  You turn away, heart still racing at actually getting to talk to the man. As you reach the doorway you hear Nanami’s voice. “Wait a moment.” 

 You pause, slowly turning around to face him. You're a little nervous of what he's going to say, your interaction today with him already has your mind buzzing. He smiles, actually smiles! And nods his head slightly. “I hope you settle in alright. It was really nice talking with you, Ms. (reader).” 

  That sentence alone sends you reeling.

You smile one last time at him, trying not to explode with joy. 

  “And you as well, Mr.Nananim…”

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  Kento was screaming. He had barely managed to get through your small interaction, focusing on nodding along and adding some comments.

And watching your lips move.

 The way your smile reached your eyes. 

 The confident way you spoke to him, as though you had known him a whole lifetime. 

 Regardless. When it was just about to end he mustered up the courage to speak to you one last time. Leave on a positive note. 

 And the smile that graced your lips as you responded with such cheer. The privilege his ears had of hearing your wonderful voice speak to him?!  Oh Kento could just die. 

 Nothing but your little break room escapades played in his head over and over and over and over again. 

That stupid smile that crossed upon his lips as he thought of you just wouldn't disappear. And Gojo, Gojo of all people, had to be the one to catch him in the act.

He scowls as he sees the white haired man enter the room out of the corner of his eye. 

“Well well well.” He chuckles,standing uncomfortably close to Nananmi. “What do we have here?” Nanami huffs, going back to shuffling the papers on his desk. 

“What do you want?” He grumbles, winching as Gojo takes it upon himself to come even closer. 

 “Oh nothing~” The man sing-songs, coming to sit across from Kento.

 “Just noticed that dreamy look in your eyes~. Has someone caught the attention of our very own Nanamin~. Who could it possibly be?” 

Kento groans, trying to ignore the infuriating man. Trying and failing.

Where Kento turns there's Gojo, smiling like a complete fool. He sighs loudly, trying to scare the man away.

“It's nothing, just thinking about work…” 

Gojo raises a brow, clearly not believing the bullshit he just spewed. 

“Right. Work…”

Awkward silence ensues afterward, to which Gojo is still standing there smiling like an idiot. Giggling like there's shit to giggle about. 

“I’ll see you later Nanamin~”

Kento can’t help but roll his eyes, sighing as he went back to his paperwork. 

And as Kento shuffled the last bit of paperwork aimlessly, he heard a knock at the doorway. 

“What!” He snapped, already assuming it was his annoying coworker, back for more.

You stand there, a little shocked and brow lifted.

Nanami blushes slightly, fixing the glasses on his nose. He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter. “Ms. Y/N…?”  

You smile awkwardly, scooching past him to grab a small bottle of water from the fridge.

You bow politely before walking out of the break room.

Kento breaths a heavy sigh, leaning back against his chair, hands dragging down his face. 

Fuck.

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I feel as though for how long this took for me to edit, publish and find a perfect title/picture, the amount of words in the fic are not nearly enough... I apologize for taking so long!😔 Life has gotten busy and its taking me forever to get my shit together... But chapter 2 is def on the way! And I'll try to make the words exceed 10k, but no promises! Lol thank ya'll for being patient with me!!!🎀🎀

[stillthinkingaboutthatplant]

The story above is the reason I’ve felt nothing but disgust towards the 1st of May as a holiday, since my childhood. Which is objectively silly. It’s an international day for commemorating the fight for workers’ rights, a generally genuinely good cause, no matter how twisted it became in the ussr. I wasn’t personally affected by the holiday or the celebration of it; when I was growing up it was simply no longer a thing, at least not in the spaces I’ve spent time in. But every time the topic of the Chornobyl catastrophe would come up, my mom would tell the same story.

She was a child living with her family in Kyiv at that time. Her dad, who had some contacts a bit higher up in the party due to his work, got a call (early in the morning, I think) after the tragedy happened. They told him an accident happened, and the leaders weren’t gonna say anything for now, but that it was dangerous to stay up north of Ukraine. So he gathered his kids (including my mom) and sent them far away (to russia, ironically, but that’s where their relatives lived), because no matter how suspicious it might look, and no matter what trouble he might get in because of it, he was gonna try and protect his kids at the very least.

And my mom would always say that, of course, she wasn’t really that bothered about it all at that time. She was a kid, nobody explained anything to her, people had no fucking idea about what was happening themselves, they wouldn’t have been able to share it with others even if they wanted. But she remembers how later, the thing that people around her, her relatives, would talk about wasn’t even the catastrophe itself(again, there was no factual information available), but the 1st of May demonstration in Kyiv that year.

A demonstration that the communist party forbade to cancel. A demonstration that for many people was forced, and yeah, not many people seem to want to mention stuff like this nowadays, but a huge amount of those workers that were supposed to be “celebrated” had no choice but to participate in it, every single time. Because it’s an event organised by the party! Isn’t that lovely, look how they care for you! Nope, you can’t miss it, what, are you tired of your job/position? Are you not happy in this beautiful country of ours, the best place on earth for a worker like yourself?

120 THOUSAND people (residents and guests of the city) were walking the streets, 5 DAYS after a NUCLEAR CATASTROPHE that released an estimated 400 times more radioactive material into the environment than the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima. Those people put on their best clothes, they gathered their families, and with their elders and their small children they went around, holding the fucking red flags and the portraits of the fucking “leaders”, while the radiation levels in the city skyrocketed.

(a graph showing radiation levels in Kyiv. the peak is middle of the day, on the first of May)

Honestly, it IS almost poetic in its cruel absurdity. “The party of/for the workers” forcing the workers on the streets to get a good dose of radiation because it needs to maintain its image and power. That shit’s straight out of some anti utopian book.

So yeah, anyway. I dunno. Hearing this story since I was a kid is definitely one of the reasons I almost snorted out loud when we started to learn about ussr in school and the teacher was explaining the whole “workers’ revolution” bullshit to us. I feel like this kind of lesson almost every Ukrainian learns through one family story or another (I do also have a Holodomor story and oooohh boy. not sharing that), so it feels almost weird sharing it like this. Like, surely everyone knows. And I’m just making myself upset and angry for no reason, picking the scabs off of the wounds that aren’t even my own, but that I’ve just somehow inherited? But if the last few years have shown me anything, it’s that people continue to have hard-ons about the worst fucking cunts in history, and we have to be very, very vocal, CONSTANTLY, about whose boots exactly they are so eager to drool over.

today is the 39th anniversary of Chornobyl's Nuclear Disaster.

it is the biggest technological disaster ever experienced by humanity, but before that - it's a tragedy. it's a tragedy of thousands of people across Ukraine and neighbouring countries. it's a tragedy, caused by stubbornness, hypocrisy and stupidity of people in power in the USSR.

it was caused by negligence, flaws in the reactor's construction and criminal pride and secrecy of the USSR's government. it was civilians who paid the price -- more than five million people, most of whom weren't liquidators of the disaster's consequences.

my family was affected too. my great uncle, my grandfather's brother, was one of the firemen taking part in extinguishing the raging reactor. he worked in Pereyaslav's fire department and was sent to Pripyat the night of the disaster. a year later, on the second day of Easter, he died. the cause was written to be a "heart attack due to chemical changes in the blood".

my mother was a child back then, and wasn't too far from Pripyat. she had the ID of Chornobyl's Disaster victims.

Chornobyl is a scar on Ukraine's land and it's people. it's a scar that won't go out for a long, long time — if ever. nuclear fuel will decay, but the memories won't. and they shouldn't ever.

the memory of everyone who gave their life so we can still live here should be honoured. commemorating it is the least we can do.

bringing up the topic of Chornobyl shouldn't be followed by laughter -- it should be followed by a moment of silence.

[mohntilyet]

discovered the first other asian dragon age fans i’ve ever seen through ur asian dellamortes art (which i owe u my life for)!! ur doing the makers work. one silver lining to the Thing About Asians in thedas is that if they ‘don’t exist’ we can put them anywhere. i’ll start: every nevarran. no death rituals go harder than asian death rituals. plus emmrich was born to be chinese there is nothing we love more than longevity, gold, and academic prowess. 新年快乐！！sry for the ramble im just hype to see someone who has Same Thoughts 🤩🤩

AUGH OK. SORRY TO THROW ALL THESE ASKS TOGETHER BUT HIIII.!!!!! it's been so sweet to see so many asian fans in the tags and the reblogs, LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. gaider may never ever take away the ability to project from us

FULL DISCLOSURE i am south asian but grew up in east asia (yes. i did bomb every chinese dictation i ever participated in while at school) but yes omg!!!! happy new year!!!! i miss celebrating lunar new year so bad and the celebrations around it like if i don't get lai see i'll die (<- guy who is far too old to be receiving lai see anymore)

AND THE EMMRICH THING. ACTUALLY SCREAMED OUTLOUD LOL YOU ARE SO FUCKING REALLLLL. it does make me think of grave sweeping (qingming iirc) and i know bioware is obviously trying to invoke a somewhat egyptian thing (mummification, tombs, etc) but not if it's me. not if it's my asian dragon age

[puppppppppy]

footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia

[apocalypticdemon]

I am so beyond ready to quit this job. Wednesday cannot come fast enough.

[lemonmint-the-neko]

not allowed. just... no. /ref

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

[rileylastname]

extreme sensitivity and difficulty adapting to change is one of the most challenging parts of being autistic (to me, i am only speaking my for myself here, every single autistic person is different). small changes, even positive changes are liable to cause a meltdown. the world is such a scary place when you know that things changing, as all things do, could send you into a spiral. and it’s so difficult to explain to allistics why we’re reacting the way that we do, especially when you know it seems like an overreaction... but this is how i describe it:

you know that feeling when you got a haircut that you hated and were doing everything you could to hold back the tears? that “oh no oh no oh no” moment when you look in the mirror and realize you hate how it looks, and now there’s a sob bubbling up in your throat and you’re trying so hard to choke it back down so that you don’t cry in public but the more you look the harder it feels to bottle it all in?

i feel and often react that way to everyday situations and changes. i cut my nails a little bit shorter than I’m used to? meltdown. or we got a new toaster to replace the old one? meltdown. or my phone updated and everything is different? meltdown and now i can’t stop crying! (these are all real examples of real things from my real life that caused me to have real meltdowns btw.) and in the midst of my stress i can’t help but berate myself for losing it over something like that, and of course shame and self-loathing only exacerbate the meltdown.

i am constantly trying to work through my internalized ableism about this. I spent years being called dramatic and immature, confused about why i was unable to grapple with things my peers found entirely inconsequential. i wish that i didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed about the way that i naturally react to stressful situations (especially situations that are probably not nearly all that stressful to allistics) because I know that if I could hate myself into becoming someone I liked better, it would have worked by now.

[im-boned]

this is like the most niche thing ive ever imagined with an f/o but i like thinking that papyrus could call my bluffs really easily when no one else can. specifically UMM self care and health bluffs? i dont really lie about it. i just intentionally leave stuff out so people dont worry? like, if someone asks "have you eaten today?" ill be like "oh yea i ate before i came here! ^_^" but then i tactfully leave out the part where the only thing i ate was, like, a piece of candy i found on my floor or something and prior to that i hadnt eaten for a week, and things of that nature. and people never ever realize when im bluffing which is convenient for me but obviously Bad in general, but. i like imagining that paps of all people can just sort of innately Tell when im hiding something or skewing the truth just a little bit

[valeriehalla]

I am so utterly fascinated by “Saki”, the 18-year-running mahjong manga in which you, the reader, become gradually, frog-boilingly aware (over the course of nearly two decades’ worth of mahjong tournaments) that none of these girls are wearing underwear and most of their boobs are slowly expanding.

I need you to understand that I have, like, an anthropological level fascination with this comic. From the perspective of someone who is also a comic artist and writer, two things delight me about it:

the fact that I understand completely how an artist gets from “the fans can have a little hint of skirted asscheek” to “the pussy is completely out on center page” over the course of 18 years; and

the way in which the pussy being out is treated by the characters and diegesis as being utterly unremarkable.

Okay. Point 1. The frog-boiling.

Let me put this in perspective for you. There was already a meme about how the characters in “Saki” don’t wear underwear when I was in middle school. I am thirty now. Okay? And it’s still going.

In the time since, this has stopped being a joke. It is now indisputable canon. This is not because anyone outright says it at any point. It’s because the underwear ran out of places to hide. I’m obsessed with this thought: somewhere in the over 20 volumes of “Saki”, there is a panel in which underwear was objectively deconfirmed. And it would be so hard to figure out where that panel actually is. Maybe the artist didn’t even realize it when she drew it! The frog? Boiling!!

And of course there is also the breast expansion. I don’t know how to put a spin on this. They are just expanding. Like, this happens a lot with artists: you define a character as being, in your mind, “the one with the big boobs”, and over the years you emphasize that trait further and further so that the signal doesn’t get lost in the noise. It’s just that normally—in like a wildly popular manga series about mahjong published by literally Square Enix, for example—normally there would be a point at which the boobs stopped getting bigger. Like, an editor would step in or something. Or you would get to the point where you cannot draw the character in the same panel as her mahjong tiles without her breasts spilling over the tiles, and you’d go, “Well, this is now untenable.”

That did not happen. There is no ceiling. The frog is soup.

Point 2. The complete and utter mundanity of all of this.

It’s like this, okay: there’s no shortage of trashy ecchi manga out there. There’s a million other comics doing wildly bawdier things with wildly more improbable bishoujos.

The vibe with “Saki” is different.

It’s hard to explain this, but it feels like the world of the comic is fundamentally uninterested in the fanservice happening on the page. I cannot describe it as “leering”, because I cannot conceive of a person in the story from whose point of view one would leer. I think the artist is probably into it—I can’t imagine anyone is making her do this—but “Saki” the comic has no opinion on the matter.

There are essentially no male characters in “Saki”. Like, there was one guy? Kind of? At the very beginning? But he is gone now. They put him back in the toybox. He does not exist. It appears to be some level of canonical that in the world of “Saki”, almost all humans are women. Those women are sometimes romantically into each other. According to comments the artist has made on Twitter (which I cannot source), they have lesbian baby technology, so it’s no problem. It’s so much not a problem that the story is about mahjong, instead of any of that.

So, like, the fiction here appears to be this: this is the, like, meta-narrative of the fanservice of “Saki”, right: it’s just normal that they don’t wear underwear and their boobs are arbitrarily big. It’s been normal. It was normal before the story of the manga began. It’s just how things are. Nobody bats an eye about it, and if they do, it’s in sort of a lesbian kind of way so like what’s the problem, we love lesbians here. This is literally normal for girls.

The fanservice simply diffuses into this all-encompassing aura of disembodied, ambient sluttiness. The framing of the panels demands you acknowledge it, and the story demands you already be over it, because it’s mahjong time now, and we’re playing mahjong.

Do you get??? why I’m so fascinated??? Are you not a little enraptured???

Anyway, I have no idea how to end this weird post. I guess the conclusion is that women stay winning????

[mosspapi]

I'm realizing now that I think a big part of the reason I've felt so "mean" or "rude" or "disrespectful" the last few months is I'm simply not masking. I've almost forgotten I even 'should' be bcuz my brain is just not working the same anymore. And if I DO remember it's smth I 'should' be doing,I don't have the energy or mental capacity to try and figure out what tone to use or what people r wanting from me or what's socially acceptable, so I'm just using my normal tone. Which is flat and monotone and blunt and apparently a little aggressive. Which is. Not ideal