#and sometimes it makes them want to go back to Japan and never come back here

[doberbutts]

If I had a nickel for every time I helped a Japanese client at my job, and in helping revealed that I speak [some, limited] Japanese, and in doing so their entire demeanor changed and they began to smile and gesture excitedly as we had a [relatively short] conversation in Japanese, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

[medicinemane]

You know, looking at a diet soda can it occurs to me that it might not be so wretched to me if the cans weren't so unpleasant

Like we know that things like color play a role in how our brain perceives things, and I realized looking at the can that they're always this bland but at the same time nasty looking silver and it just... it looks foul and I think that compounds with the fact that I also just plain don't like diet soda

My point here isn't to say anyone else shouldn't like diet soda, just how I never realized how much of an impact the can has on me not liking it... there's just something offputting about it to me

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about Isagi Yoichi, the hero of Japan and biggest egoist on the field, being a complete loser when it comes to the girl he likes.

Like, he may insult the opposing team's players (and even his own teammates sometimes!) in the field, but gets all red and stutters when he needs to talk to you.

Isagi Yoichi who is absolutely delusional. If he holds a conversation with you for more than 5 minutes, you can bet he's gonna think about it during THE WHOLE WEEK. His friends can't escape his feelings either: he's always talking about you or associating things with you. Like: "Oh, she would like this!" Or "You guys won't believe it: we talked for almost 10 minutes today!" Please save Hiori and Bachira. They can't take it anymore. (Well, Bachira doesn't really care, but Hiori is really almost losing his shit.)

This absolute dork would listen to love songs while thinking about you and then get all blushy after, hugging a pillow while stuffing his red face on it and everything. And heaven forbids anyone enters his room after you compliment him! He's kicking his feet, screaming, crying and laughing all at the same time. SPECIALLY if it's a compliment regarding his football abilities. Say something along the lines of "That goal today was amazing, Yoichi! It was such a smart play!" and he's melting and thinking about it through the whole month.

Speaking of football, he'd LOVE to see you in his soccer games/practices cheering loudly for him. I mean, he's already absolutely smitten for you, but seeing you there screaming because of his goal or smiling because of a play he made just makes his obsession love for you grow 10 times bigger!!

He'd even ask his mom for advice on what to say to you! She thinks it's cute her little boy is growing up (even though he's already 17), so she tries to help him the best she can. But there's just so much mama can do. He tries to follow her teachings, but, as I said before, always stutters and trips over his words, which makes him feel really stupid and almost give up on love, since it's a "very hard and painful feeling that just hurts people" (his words).

When he finally musters up the courage to ask you out on a date (after a lot of insistence from Hiori, who is just really tired from all of this), he wants it all to go perfect. He has it all pictured in his head: he'll ask you to meet him in the back of the school after extracurricular activities so he can ask you out. He'll have flowers and everything, and then he'll say that speech he spent the last 14 days memorizing. You'll say yes with a smile in you face (he's already blushing just from imagining your smile, he really is down bad) and then you'll live your happilly ever after together.

Spoiler alert: nothing went as planned. First, the letter he wrote asking you to meet him in the back of the school got wet because he accidentally spilt water on it. So, he had to make a half-assed substitute letter to put in your desk.

Second, he forgot soccer leaves people all stinky. So, at the end of practice, he had to choose between taking a shower and showing up all drenched and late and showing up sweaty and smelly. He choose the former, after all, showing up late but presentable is better than showing up early but looking like you got shit on by a racoon.

Third, when he finally got there (you were almost leaving, thank God he caught you just in time!) and apologized for being late, he gave you the flowers. He thought nothing else could go wrong, but things can always get worse than they already are. But I don't blame him for not knowing that things could, in fact, get worse: how was he supposed to guess there were literally bees in the flowers? To get rid of them, he tried to shook the bouquet, but accidentally ended up throwing it at your face. With bees and all.

You screamed. He screamed. He grabbed the bouquet and shoved it away, looking at the ground and wishing it'd just swallow him whole. He messed up his chance, you'd never ever even look at his way again. You hated him, absolutely hated him. You wish he was dead, you were going to change schools just to never see him again, he's the worse person ever-

Huh? What is that sound? You're laughing...? You're seriously laughing?

You laughed. He got confused.

He looked up. You were throwing your head back while wiping away the tears that got out of your eyes. You were clutching your stomach because you were laughing so hard it was starting to hurt.

You laughed. He laughed.

You both looked like maniacs. Lunatics. Laughing alone in the middle of nowhere. You looked crazy he WAS crazy. Crazy for you. Not that you knew it at that time

He then decided to just shoot his shot and finally asked you out, without flowers or memorized speech. He didn't even think you'd accept, he just thought it wouldn't hurt to try.

Imagine his face when you said yes. Even with the shitty proposal and embarassing moments, you said yes. And he was absolutely delighted. You gave him your number so he could text you the details about the date, and he was seriously shaking. I'm being for real, his pupils were blown wide and he was almost crying from happiness.

He went home jumping and skipping from happiness. Now, he wasn't just a loser. He was a loser with a date, so that makes him less loserly (at least that's what he thinks).

You accepting his proposal didn't make him talk less about you. Actually, he was now talking about you more than before, if it's even possible. Hiori felt like killing himself (he was happy for his friend, of course, he just didn't want to admit it).

This fic has a "sequel", it's this one

Masterlist

[cheezritsu]

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

The myth of Sae Itoshi is that he is uncaring. His blank face, coveted by brands for being unreadable, is plastered on billboards and shrunk down into magazine ads, the 2 dimensions unable to capture the tempest of emotions that passes through his turquoise eyes. Sae is in fact readable; predictable, transparent--sea foam that washes back up on the same shores it’s always known. You look at Itoshi Sae and you know your answer before the inevitable part of his lips, so you’re never surprised. Not anymore.

Sae has no pleasure in this. He hates being seen, wishes he could close the curtains to you again, but it’s too late.

So he says the first thing that comes to mind. Sometimes it’s witty. Other times is a lame excuse for lashing banter, but you laugh anyways. A little amused snort and the roll of your eyes he knows well. So maybe you’re just as see through as him.

You ask him hard questions. Questions that have surface level, preprogrammed answers, the first thing he regurgitates to sate everyone else. But you’re not everyone else. Never have been.

“Do you miss home?” Yes. More than anything Sae misses home. He doesn’t miss Japan, doesn’t miss Kamakura or his street-- he misses the capsule of when he lived there, floating in his memory before he left for Spain the very first time. That home, those people are gone and lost to time and Sae would smash the universe to pieces to get back there. (And yes, Sae thinks, even with you in it.)

But that’s impossible. And insane. Yet when he simply says yes, you tilt your chin down and make a little shoving gesture with your outstretched hand, like you’re opening the floor for him. (He likes that about you. You give him space, like now, or when you open your legs to let him stand between them, or letting the room air out between words so he can gather his thoughts,)

“Have you ever seen Chibi Maruko-Chan?” He relishes the blank look on your face. You correct your confusion quickly, snapping your head back at the correct axis, then saying “No I haven’t,” very softly, like your voice will shatter the reticent bubble he’s created. “What’s it about?”

Sae shrugs. “It’s just about this girl who lives in Shizuoka City. It’s autobiographical, the Momoko Sakura in the show is probably the author. And she just like,” Sae doesn’t know why he’s at a loss for words. Why there’s an empty space in his chest where the words should be.

And then there’s not: that empty space around him floods as your hand idly slides into his open palm, fingers lacing and thumb rubbing a soothing stripe under the second knuckle of his thumb. You don’t look away for a second, something syrupy honey sweet reflecting in your eyes as he finds the words he rarely doesn’t have.

“She has little mundane adventures. Gets into trouble. has a sibling, and of course everything resets. Nothings ever wrong permanently in an episodic slice of life.”

“Isn’t that the dream,” you remark off handedly, and it strikes Sae that for all the time you’ve been together he doesn’t think you’ve ever gone home. Which admittedly isn’t much, but it feels significant. Feels like you know, somehow, about the time bubble he cast on his home, how he can only ever go to the home he wants to in his dreams, how those locations of home are warped from time and memory and no matter how many times he goes "home," he will never be back there.

It’s in your eyes, the same ones squinting with a smile. “Sounds cute,” you say, and nothing more. Your body shifts, leaning down and finally taking that space for yourself, slotting against Sae’s side, where you ought to be.

Sae’s arm snakes around you without unlacing your fingers. He presses your side flush against his. A solid reminder that he can't crush space and time, but he can have something. Something he's proud to call home. “It is cute. It’s old, probably as old as I am.”

“Wow, so ancient,” you say, and Sae kisses the top of your head. It smells like you put perfume in your hair, not the one he buys you, but the one he smelled the first time he met you. He likes that one better anyways.

The conversation drifts, because you’re some sort of encyclopedia and you start filling the space with your voice he never tires of. And perhaps because you were born of the same seafoam, or because he just knows you by now, Sae is unsurprised when a few weeks later, you serve him tea in a Chibi Maruko-chan mug. Unsurprised, but still filled with some tumultuous mixture of yearning and gratitude. Something akin to a smile wobbles across his lower lip, and he sniffs when he asks

“Can I keep this?”

“It’s yours, baby.”

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

Sae's favorite show is Chibi Maruko-Chan, an autobiographical slice of anime about a young girl who lives in Shizuoka. I think it’s an odd fact about someone who hates their home country so much lol, but then I thought about this.

This is also inspired by this song, namely the lyric “I see you, my same eyes,” and how I think Sae will need to be with someone who feels the same way he does.

[leah-lover]

Crossover. Leah Williamson x reader.

Based off this request. Thank you.

Exiting, that's how you would describe your life as a model. Yes there were the occasional hiccups but you mostly got to do very cool stuff and hang out with cool people. Your work took you everywhere but your home base was London. You started your career there and a large number of your followers come from there too.

The thing you loved the most about your job was the parties. They allow you to meet very interesting people, pick their brain and develop interesting g friendships.

Today was no different. Nike had a pretty high budget launch party for their new show line and you were invited. These parties were a little less formal than what you were used to going to, so you decided against a suit or a dress and settled for a black strapless and backless jumpsuit, a pair of black heels and some gold accessories. Your make up was elegant and your signature red lip was at its center.

Nike as always sent you a car to your house and you headed to the location of the event on time.

Upon arriving there you said hi to some people, talked to others, took some pictures at the event with some guests and drank champagne. The night was as regular as most of most launch parties were. Suddenly you were approached by one of the managers of the event.

“ Hey, so I wanted to introduce you to one of the faces of this launch. Miss Leah Williamson.” he says.

“ hi, nice to meet you, Miss williamson.” you say offering her your hand.

“ Hey, just Leah please.” she answers, shaking your hand

.” a fellow Brit I see. I haven't seen many of those tonight.”

“ glad i was among the few.” she answers. You two talked for a little while over a small table, each one of you nursing a drink. You both were making jokes trying to get one another to laugh or at least smile. There was definitely tension in the air and you both were flirtatious with one another.

“So Leah this has been one of the best nights I have had for a while. Thank you “ you say, squeezing her hand gently.

“Yeah it was fun for me too.” she responds with a disappointed tone. “Let me walk you to your car.”

While leaving the venue you hear a photographer say “ Miss Williamson would you like a picture?”. She looks over to you and you get into your usual pose instantly. While getting ready her hand slips perfectly on the small of your back applying the right amount of pressure.

While the photographer's flash was blinding you, you looked over to Leah and she did the same to you. You stood there getting your picture taken with a hot blonde after flirting with her all night. She made you feel safe with her hand on your back which you appreciated.She then walls you too you car.

“Tonight was fun.” You say leaning on the door.

“We should do this again sometime soon.” She replies with a small smile on her face.

“House about you come to one of our games. We will play in the Emirates soon. I think it would be a good experience.” She added.

“ Maybe.” You respond before getting in your car.

This night was gonna be unforgettable.

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Fact forward a few weeks you were back in England after being in Milan, Paris, and Japan for work. Well there first two were work , the last one was for fun since the F1 Japan grand prix was one of your favorites on the race calendar. You could say that that weekend was well spent. You hung out on the Ferrari paddock and did a lot of social media work. This work backfired on you because all people were talking about the whole weekend we're done moment that happened between you and a driver. Romers never bothered you, now it was different. Leah had followed you on Instagram after the event and you worried that she would believe them. As a result you decided to go to the arsenal game she talked about. Getting tickets was a Hassle because they were all sold out. But you managed to find a seat right next to the bench, very close to the field.

You showed up to the Stadium early. You hair was down, your makeup was simple, you wore jeans, a black button down and a Jersey over it, one that says Leah Williamson on the back, and you added a few gold accessories again.

Like Leah said the atmosphere was electric. You went to the VIP section first, got some food and a drink then you headed down to your seat. Leah didn't know you were coming; you wanted it to stay a surprise.

As soon as the players appeared on the pitch the whole strain erupted into cheers and chants. Those cheers only got louder when Arsenal scored 3 goals in 20 minutes which you were told was impressive.

After the half time break some players were running up and down the field. That's when she saw you. She held eye contact with you for a long time, a wide smile planted across her face. She had a look of pride, joy, and reassurance. You smiled back at her, clapped as she came on and sang and chanted loudly.

After the game was done the players were doing a lap around the pitch and when she saw you again. Another wide smile was painted on her face. She looked happy to be there and happy that you were there too.

She was then signing autographs, taking pictures and genuinely talking to people. She grew immensely in your eyes because of her thankful and humble demeanor. She then asked for you to follow her inside the stadium which you did.

“You clean up nice. I like your shirt “ she said with a cocky expression on her face.

“Well I saw a charming young lady at an event a few weeks ago and she hadn't left my mind ever since. I missed her and I thought I would come and see her. Turns out she is the best person in the world.” You respond.

“ Well I hope this girl gets to go have dinner with you because you two sound formidable.” She added

“ Maybe.” You respond

You wait for her to get ready and get out of the locker room. When she gets out, a few girls follow her and appear to be teasing her.

“ I swear if I hear from anyone you shit heads you won't like practice anymore.” She said to them. You simply wave to them as you two walk by then to Leah's car too which she opens the door.

“ Such a gentleman.” You exclaim.

“Well I have competition. That girl you were talking about is a catch.” She joked.

Leah was fun. She made you feel at ease and safe.

This was going to be a fun adventure.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Can I request "The red string theory" with 2012 Leo x Reader? It's basically when two people are connected and bound to meet when the time is right, regardless of the place or circumstance. (Could be platonic or romantic!)

I've been craving 2012 stuff for so longgg!

(I love and adore your work a bunch you have no idea💗!!! this is actually my first time requesting something. I've been so freaking nervous 😿)

-🦈💙

The Red Thread of Fate (Fluff)

2012!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Soulmate stuff! I love it! I’ve always loved reading other people’s soulmate fanfics, so I’m happy to finally make one of my own. And I hope that you find this fitting for your first request😊 Love ya bunches!💙

Warning: Most likely spelling💙

East Asian folklore explains that everybody is tied to their future partner, by a small invisible red string. Chinese mythology has the string tied around the destiny partners’ ankles, while in Japan it was often shown with the string tied around the woman’s little finger and the man’s thumb, even though nowadays it was usually shown only around the little finger on each person. And that was just the versions you were aware of.

You guessed that you had a string too. Sometimes you could feel it, and sometimes you couldn’t. Small, sometimes tightening a little around your pinky, pulling ever so slightly at you until you would move, but nothing would come of it. No one would be standing there and waiting for you when you walked into the other room, and well, suddenly you couldn’t feel the pull on your finger anymore, leaving you standing with a strange empty feeling inside.

Other times you swear you saw it. For a split second you could swear that you saw something small and red tied around your little finger, with a thread like string trailing off from it. However, with the blink of an eye, it was gone, or pinky once again looking as plain as ever.

As time progressed, you find yourself wondering more and more, your searching for answers becoming more and more prevalent. You had long longed to find that special someone, that you could share your life with. The one that could make you feel like the world's prettiest and luckiest person, and that you in turn would make feel the same. The one that you would be willing to work through ups and downs with, knowing there could be no highs without any lows. The one that you would find at the end of this invisible red string you found at the end of your pinky finger, every now and again teasing you with its elusive existens, and the knowledge that your future partner was out there somewhere, probably looking and thinking about you, the same way you were looking and thinking about for them.

But no matter how many times you found yourself dreaming and wondering about your soulmate, you had never thought that he would be close by. So close that he would be under your feet, literally.

One day you found yourself sitting in your bedroom, lost in thoughts, dreaming about that face you hadn’t seen yet. With all of your responsibilities laid out on your bed before you in paper form, you simply could not concentrate, your thoughts continuously wandering off to better places, only to find yourself back in your bedroom, with your work and homework laying out in front of you, just waiting for you to get them done.

You let out a frustrated sigh, letting your eyes scan over the paper in your hand. What was the point of sitting here and dreaming? Dreaming wasn’t going to bring your soulmate to you any faster. If this red string around your finger was as true as you wanted to believe it was, then you couldn’t force it. Your soulmate wouldn’t come around before time is ready for it, so spending too much time dwelling on it was not helping it. It was better to get going with your life and let it come to you along the way. So with yet another sigh, you took a hold of your pen, looking down over the paper one more time.

Then, as if the universe heard your thoughts as they ran through your head, your window smashed, sending someone hurling into your bedroom, landing directly on your floor, glass shards flying everywhere. You let out an ear piercing scream, standing up on your bed, looking down at the guy on your floor, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his head with green three fingered hand… Green three fingered hand!?

You stared in a mixture of awe, shock and a little fear at the green figure on your floor. Green, with a darker green colored shell on his back, his torso enclosed with a light brown plastron, his eyes wrapped with a blue bandana, with eye holes making his blue eyes visible, when he looked up at you. A turtle? A humanoid turtle?

Silence fell between the two of you, both of you staring at each other on high alert, unsure of what to do. After what felt like an eternity of looking into his light blue eyes, the turtles slowly lifted his hands, trying to signal to you that he had no intentions to harm you. But that was not what you noticed. Instead you noticed something thin and red, tied around his pinky finger. A red thread.

You took in a sharp breath when you saw the thread continue off his finger in a small line, your eyes slowly following it until you saw it coming to an end at your finger - tied around your pinky. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, your gaze shaking as you looked back at the turtle man on your bedroom floor. No way.

The turtle seemed just as shocked as you, his eyes flickering between you and his hand, before slowly taking a hold of his tied hand, looking at it like he couldn’t believe what he saw. Whatever he and his brothers had been fighting out on the other roof was long forgotten, with the sight in front of him being the only thing he could think of. He had always dreamed of this moment, but never dared believing it could actually happen. Him, a mutant turtle living in the sewers, actually meeting his soulmate, a human.

Still standing on your bed, just shoulders slowly came down from the tens positions, your lungs letting go of the breath you had been holding. His round, yet strangely handsome face calmed something in you. Something before now, had never noticed, was so turbulent, slowly coming to a calming halt.

“I- I’m (Y/N)”, you said in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, his mouth slowly coming agape. “W- who are you?”

“L- Leo”, he answered, with a stammer letting you know that he was just as nervous as you. “Leonardo”.

“Leonardo”, you repeated with a small nod, not noticing the shiver he felt when he said your name. “Cool name”.

“T- thank you”, he said, slowly coming to a stand on your bedroom floor, coming to his full height, making a butterfly burst to life somewhere deep within your stomach. “Uhm…”, he continued, unsure on how to proceed. “H- have you heard of, uhm… the red thread of fate?”, he asked, holding up his hand with the red threat.

“Yes”, you answered, holding up your own.

Silence fell over the two of you once more, this time with small nervous smiles, both of you wreaking and turning your minds, finding something to say, that didn’t involve just smiling at each other like two idiots that were slowly falling in love. That was when you were interrupted by the sound of Leo’s brothers, calling out for him to help them with what threw him into your room in the first place.

“Shit, I have to go”, Leo said, looking from the broken window to you. “Listen, I- I will be back, I promise! But me and my brothers have a little, uh, problem to take care of”.

“Brothers?”, you asked, your unsurety washing away by the moment as you stepped down from your bed. “There are more of you?”

“There is”, Leo smiled, seeming to calm down when you stepped closer to him, getting lost in the thought of your once again, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Was he so lucky? So lucky that not only would he meet his soulmate, but get to kiss his soulmate the same day. By your close proximity and your awestruck face it seemed like it. He could just lean forward and do it. He could just kiss you right now, while you smiled at him, seeming to just be waiting for him to do it-.

“Dammit, Leo! We’re losing our shells out here!”

“Oh! Yeah! Shit! Sorry, Raph!”, Leo said, before quickly running for the window, stepping one foot on the window ledge before turning towards you one last time. “I will be back, I promise… And sorry about the window, I’ll get that fixed for you”.

“Thank you, Leo. I’ll be waiting for you”, you smiled, causing the turtle's heart to skip. He stared at you for a moment, feeling his heart jump around inside his chest, wondering if all of this was a dream.

“See you soon, (Y/N)”, Leo said, dwelling in the fuzzy feeling he felt when he spoke your name.

“LEO! AARRRRGH!! HE GOT DONNIE��S ANKLE! HE GOT DONNIE’S ANKLE!”

“I’m coming, Mikey!”, Leo yelled before hurrying up the fire escape. You quickly ran to the window, wishing to see him one last time, only to find him already on your roof, in the last second before he leaped over the alleyway below with ease, running to whatever situation his brothers were in. You stood back in awe, a chuckle of disbelief pushing past your lips. You had just met your soulmate - the man that had been waiting at the red of your red thread - and he was a turtle. A humanoid turtle with the ability to jump over alleyways. If you decided to tell anyone, they would never believe you. And even you wondered for a moment if you had made the whole thing up. That was until you realized you no longer felt a tug in your little finger, but instead a storm of butterflies in your stomach.

[fluff-n-cookies]

more dad dabi head content?! you write it so welllll🥺🥺🥺

*sighs.* It's been a long day for me so im coping by speedrunign this. thanks for requesting, I appreciate you interacting with me more so than the usual like or comment.

Author notes under the cut as well as links

Warnings: FLUFF (mostly, 90%), not proof read, SPOILERS, minor swearing.

reader has blue eyes like Dabi's (she's a toddler, 3-4 years old)

Dabi calls reader bunny, Dabi is addressed as "Daddy"

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Dabi would be such a good dad you cannot tell me otherwise.

I mean sure, some times he forgets things, that you have school the next morning, and most days he feels like shit for not being able to rent a proper apartment to house you in; forcing you to live in this tiny cupboard of drywall and rotten carpet because he simply can’t afford better. Yeah sure, he sometimes loses his temper and tells you to go wait in your room when he has his "coworkers" over or when the bad man is on TV. But the moment he sees discomfort, prickles of tears in your eyes

He will shut the ever loving fucking up and back away.

But I think what makes him the best dad is his undying will to protect you, usually from himself. He'll lock himself in his own room or take it out on civilians and other villains before even thinking about coming to you in such a god awful state.

however it's also important to note that he'd do just as heinous things if he finds something that's more of a threat then himself. AKA, Endeavor.

(I just realized that by typing the rest of this paragraph, I'd be spoiling the plot of part three, forget I ever said anything.)

So rather than speaking of the devil we'll talk about how much of a worrywart Dabi actually is at heart.

He spends every single waking minute, and every unconscious second, to worry about you. This man lives in constant paranoia. Truly, deep down in his heart he wants to bundle you up in bubble wrap and tuck you under 10 blankets so you'll never be cold. So it's quite unfortunate that he can never quite express these feelings to you or anyone for that matter, trauma and internalized fear of emotional vulnerability and all that.

As a result, he will often express this through odd gestures of- I'm not quite sure what exactly it is.

What he'll do is he'll stare at you for prolonged periods of time, memorize your every schedule, demand to know all your friends, he emails your teachers once a week at least to ask them about your academic and social whereabouts. Everyone thinks he's a helicopter parent, no, he's a fucking psychopath.

he might as well have a GPS tracker on you. of course you barely get a say in this. he's your darling father, he's been like this since you were born, he only does it because he loves you and wants to keep you safe. he doesn't want to hurt you, even if he does, he's always apologized right after.

Dabi is also a cheapskate. the world's greatest in fact. despite the IRS never collecting his taxes he will forever never have enough money, he spends most of his "paycheck" the money stolen from innocent civilians on your college funds. He fully plans on starting a new life in Europe after All For One takes over and enrolling you into a top college so you can get your education (that is if the educational system is still intact.)

this is also why he is a Dumpster Diver and Pro Thriftier on the weekends! Everything, and I mean everything, is probably vintage and from goodwill. I have nothing else to say about that.

However, this did cause you to be heavily bullied and ostracized at school. A school in the pretty subarubs of japan where everyone's parent were either middle class or above, where you, you came from a different district, with the worn down shoes and the badly done hair, so excited to meet your new classmates. And it's quite sad really, never having many friends and all that. Especially if you aren't fully Japanese and were of color. (shout out to all my POC readers!)

and of course this wouldn’t be a proper story without Dabi being a little shit, but that's the thing about Dad Dabi, he is never a little shit in front of his child. never had been and probably never will be. It primarily roots from this need of an acutal father figure that he never had (endeavor was more so a mentor and teacher and, of course, abuser rather rthan an actual father to him).

he's nothing but serious around you, hell, he barely even talks, only ever grunts and hums in response to whatever you're saying so you know that he's listening to you. you may think he doesn't care, but he remembers it all as best he can, scribbles it down in broken grammar on the back of newspapers because he can’t afford a proper phone nor nice clean printerpaper.

Honestly, Dabi's a good father. But he's heavily insecure about it, he truly wants to lock you up in a castle like the princess you are to him and keep you there until the ends of time.

And on a simmilair note, he refuses to let you became a "bad" person.

AKA, someone who doesn't respect others, someone who cusses a lot, someone that doesn't show gratidute when given something good in their life. the reason he does it is because he refuses to see the current version of himself in you, he refuses to even think about you being tainted. Refuses. In his deluded mind that version of you can never exist lest they kill him.

He's genuinely the most strict helicopter parent to ever parent.

I'm talking monitors you 24/7, enrolls you in every after school club with even the tiniest bit of academic advancement (chess club, book club, math team), and he sits down with you every night to work through homework, he only ever buys nutritious meals for you; even though they take up the majority of his budget, and he only eats after you've eaten, drowning himself in the shitty dollar menu fast food.

Of course, he rewards you heavily for your hard work. Every day, he praises you for all that you’ve accomplished,

“Aww, good job honey.”

“A+, very nice.”

“You got a B? Oh, you thought you’d get an A? It’s okay, I know you tried. a B is good too.”

It not the most encouraging thing in the world but he wants your to know that he cares, he’ll takes you out for ice cream at the end of every month and give you an allowance to spend 10 dollars for every A on your report card. (This takes a huge bite out of his budget, but he made you a promise… he can skip out on dinner a couple nights, it’ll be fine.)

so far, you've been doing so well in school, one of the best students in your school, one of the more kind and respectful too. it's just that... you're so shy, you practically cower in fear when you have to talk to your classmates, especially after the incident. (Part 3, anyone?)

Dabi also puts this persona on for you, this persona of a kind man who is just a tad bit odd looking. he puts on the facade of being a normal civilian with a stable job and okay-ish income just so you don't worry. With you, he’s soft and trustworthy and only wants the best for you. Even if he does make you upset, he says sorry afterwards, always. He loves you, at least, that’s what he tells you.

And though it's not something he really worries about now, he dreads the day you become a teenager, then you'll know why he spends his nights out when there's criminals on the lose, who fears the day you'll understand what the news means, the day you'll take the hero's side. He just doesn't have the resources to keep you hidden from the outside world long enough for this wretched war he's fighting to be over. For the mean time, he denies you of much context on what he actually does all day, it's quite easy to do such a thing; he only ever needs to divert your attention to something shiny or pretty, like those little unicorn toys that he bought you for your second birthday, bought them brand new unlike many of the other things he's gotten you over the years. But he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up for, you’re smart, incredibly so, it’s only a matter of time until you know who he actually is,

another thing that he fears is of you growing up, caring for a small child is one thing, but he fears the day that you'll become a complex human being capable of properly understanding your emotions and failing to understanding that he truly wants the best for you.

he'll sit in the darkness of the living room some nights, you tucked neatly away on the other side of the couch, fast asleep, you never could finish a movie night without falling asleep half way through. his breathing's heavy as he runs his mind through the thousands upon thousands of theoretical fights you two'll have when you get older. How you’ll want to distance yourself, how you’ll cry yourself to sleep some nights because you think he doesn’t love you. he can't handle it, he won't stand to be your enemy.

because one day, you'll be an adult, you'll want to leave him, and you'll never come back. he can't live with that, he simply won't. he sometimes thinks about killing himself so he won't live to see the day you no longer want him in your life.

OR, OR, ALTERNATIVELY.

ProHero Dad Dabi.

I have been thinking about Dabi's ProHero Au since forever now. think teenage father Dabi but he got a girl pregnant the moment he's out of high school. (those after graduation parties be crazyyyy) and now he genuinely doesn't know how to balance his home life and his career and his daughter.

and obviously, just obviously, he CANNOT tell his father, he's already worse than Shoto, he's not gonna go lower on the scale.

so despite being the highest climbing amateur Hero in the past 7 years, he takes the longest hiatus of his life just to figure all this father shit out. his first plan was to but the girl up for adoption, and then he realized it would fail the moment the media find out, then he thought maybe he could tell one of his friends to take care of her, one of the ladies who'd fallen head over heels for him back in high school, he'd charm them, marry them, and then make em' into a house wife to take care of his mistake child.

honestly, it was a pretty good idea until he truly did start to love his child. similar to the main timeline, ProHero Dabi realizes he wants to be a better father than the one he grew up with, he decides to keep the child and raise her as his own, etc.

But in this timeline, literally everything is reversed.

Dabi's loaded with that money that the government gives him or fighting off a couple measly thugs, pair that with the brand deals he gets offered every other minute, and the trust fund his daddy gave him to get him through the "rough years" as he called it, he's practically rolling in cash.

oh God, you are going to be such a brat growing up. Life handed to you on a silver spoon is nice. I'm talking luxury clothes, top private schools, an allowance bigger than the gods. and Dabi did It all cuz' he loves you.

and the media goes HAM over a teenage ProHero that already looks like a villain having a daughter with a stranger! the press goes wild over it, but the whole time, Dabi covers your little tiny face with his hand so the flashes of the cameras don't frighten you and calmly explains that he will not be taking any questions. he holds you tight to his chest the whole time.

But you know who as the most furious? ENJI. big guy cussed out Touya for 3 hours straight all while holding you, at first the refused to give his son any right to hold you let alone raise you! In Enji's eyes, his son is the most malicious thing to ever grace this planet, he drinks, he smokes, he has ten thousand tattoos and piercings along his burn marks to match, Dabi's essentially the devil, and he's not going to let him get anywhere close to his first ever grandchild and possible child prodigy that he can turn into his puppet! Rei and Fuyumi had to step in and try and convince Enji to let Dabi have you rather than file to take full custody of you with the promise if Dabi even showed hints of negligence towards you, he can take his son to court.

okay that the end of my rant. and please let me know if you want to know more about pro hero Dabi from me.

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For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

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Note: YA'LL READ MY RULES FOR REQUESTING DAMN. I GOT 2 ANONS (more than my usual of 0) AND BOTH OF THEM ASKED FOR ROMANTICS (I DO NOT WRITE ROMANTICS)

please, please, read a writers rules, please follow them, and thank you to this anon who decided to be reasonable BECAUSE MAYBE THEY READ THE RULES BEFORE DECIDING TO ASK LIKE YOU"RE SUPPOSED TO THIS HAS HAPPENED NEARLY EVERY TIME I GET AN ASK.

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[icarusredwings]

I don't know if kurt's baby bamfs can eat or not, but im thinking about what would happen if Logan found out they did, and suddenly, a LOT of things about him make sense.

He noticed that the first day or so here, he practically scarfed down anything he could find but also took some extra with him. He figured that he just got hungry in the middle of the night or it was normal food truama.

Look, Logan has been in the trenches. He's experienced imprisonment, starvation, and understands fully about resource gaurding food(something that he's gotten a lot better about since living with the professor because the table is never empty here) so he shrugs it off at first and sometimes offers him a little extra.

Well, it's not until he follows him (ninja shit he probably learned in Japan) and sees him feeding them, shushing them, telling them to be quiet and eat that Logans chest hurts.

Suddenly, it makes sense why he was starving in the circus, why he was so quick not to waste any food, and to immediately own up to any leftovers. Why countless time's hes taken a whole plate of food to his room only to come back a few minutes later. He remembered telling him that eating that quickly would only make it worse, and now it made sense why he was confused about it when mentioned.

It made sense why he could hear him talking or reading passages to "himself" and why sometimes he would frantically look around the mansion as if he's lost something.

"...You gave them the only food you had.."

At first, Kurts is a bit surprised but quickly calms down because, let's face it. You can't hide anything from Logan. He could smell the lies, smell his baby Bamfs from miles away.

"Mary Magdalene fed her dear son before herself, even if it meant her hunger would go on, no?"

"I suppose... Hey uhm... Kurt. You know you don't have to sneak food up here, right?"

"I don't want to take too much..."

"You won't. You're too kind for that. Just... stop taking too little.. okay? Mary who ever-"

"Mary Magdalene."

"Yeah yeah what ever. She lived in the dawn ages. This is a mansion bub. Eat until you can't anymore. And if anyone gives you shit for it, you tell them I got 6 reasons to let you. Got it?"

He clamps a hand on his shoulder only to be hugged, his tail flickering with delight. "Thank you mien freund... You are much kinder then you wish to let be known."

"Uh-huh. What ever.... just..." he goes to remember the last time someone called him this and smirks, feeling ironic as he puts a dinner roll into his hand. "..Last time someone called me that I was the one being given bread.."

"Perhaps it made you kind."

"The bread??"

"Ha! Nein. The kindess of another. It is most contagious you know."

Logan just grunts but by the end of the night, he's on the couch with a half empty beer and a full, extended stomach kurt curled up next to him, purring and dreaming of his new found life with endless possibilities.

He was told by the Professor that he would make friends. But no one ever suspected it to be the Wolverine..

Though Kurt would have it no other way.

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ oikawa as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: kinda long i think. star trek bc my dad loves star trek and yk oikawa likes space and aliens and stuff.

⟡ best friend series: hanamaki, matsukawa, iwaizumi, || masterlist

best friend oikawa who you met in middle school when you saw him throwing a tantrum outside the boys volleyball gym.

best friend oikawa who screamed when you sat next to him because he was startled. you were just there to give him a juice pouch to try to cheer him up.

best friend oikawa who you got closer to when he felt better afterwords and found out that you were in the gym next door with the girls volleyball team and only came out to get a drink from the vending mchine.

best friend oikawa who always snuck into the girls practice every chance he could so he could watch you play. you did the same with the boys team. iwaizumi would yell at you guys for this.

best friend oikawa who didn't talk to you for a week after you saw him scold kageyama for the first time and lectured him. you guys didn't bring it up again until high school.

best friend oikawa who quickly gained a fanclub during first year of high school and quickly told them that you were not to be messed with (some of them were already ruthless hence why he brought it up)

best friend oikawa who somehow convinced your volleyball coaches to practice together sometimes during practices so one day he'd be with your team and another day you would be with his team.

best friend oikawa who got bullied by you and iwaizumi constantly because he was a dumb goof who was just so...punchable. all love though.

best friend oikawa who was shocked when you told him you didn't want to play volleyball anymore in you second year because you weren't feeling it anymore and wanted to focus on your studies. he tried to convince you otherwise but he supported your decision.

best friend oikawa who also said he would only accept your decision as long as you became manager for his team. they needed one after all and his fangirls were too crazy according to iwaizumi.

best friend oikawa who in your third year told you about his feud with kageyama and shocked you because he never told you any of this. it only came out because of the practice match with aoba jihsai and karasuno was coming up.

best friend oikawa who was acting like a baby when you said that he needed to make up with kageyama. he listened and it kind of worked?

best friend oikawa who forced you to watch every star trek season in existence with him.

best friend oikawa who broke bough you, iwa, and himself matching bear onesies for his birthday because it was his one wish. you both did it for him but forbid him from posting any pictures.

best friend oikawa who ran crying to you the first thing after they lost semifinals for nationals.

best friend oikawa who slept over at your house for a few days after because he didn't want to be around all his volleyball stuff for the moment.

best friend oikawa who cheered up when he found out he was going to be able to go to argentina after graduation to pursue his dreams. you both celebrated along with the other third years.

best friend oikawa who realized his feelings for you when he realized he would have to leave you behind alone since iwaizumi was also leaving japan.

best friend oikawa who was about to tell you how he loved you but before he could you told him to shut up and to listen to you.

best friend oikawa who was in shock for like five minutes when you told him you were in love with him and surprised him saying that you were also going to argentina with him.

best friend oikawa who reassured you that he didn't think you were cray or weird for wanting to follow him to argentina because he loved you back.

best friend oikawa who is now boyfriend oikawa who is now telling everyone how amazing of a girlfriend you are and how you both are going to live your best lives in another country.

[project-sekai-facts]

Wait An/Kohane have outright stated romantic interest?

poor wording on my end bc they never actually say "an and kohane like each other romantically" but the evidence it very much there and it is clearly depicted and phrased in other ways. for example: the shoujo sparkle effect that is used for An from Kohane's POV.

This effect is often used on Haruka in Minori's imagination, which, well, let's just say it doesn't disprove that Kohane is attracted to An. While the effect is also used to show a character being cute or having a strong "idol" aura without any attraction attached, it's prettly clear the intent was to show Kohane's attraction. Also she was blushing.

Bonus points to the fact the wedding event has a underlying message (they say it on screen) about how marriage should be equal regardless of the genders of the couple [because gay marriage currently isn't legal in Japan].

There's also literally everything in Buddy Funny Spend Time. While almost all of the interactions in that event can be read as platonic if you really want to, they're written so you can interpret it as romantic if you choose to. And considering the featured pairs in this event were Minori/Haruka, An/Kohane, and (briefly) Shizuku/Airi, it's not like that reading isn't supported by the writers lol. There's one part where Minori and Kohane get jealous of how close Haruka and An are as childhood friends and aren't sure if they can amount to that, but they want to try. Doesn't necessarily have to be romantic but can be if you choose to read it as such.

When Kohane is visibly attracted to Haruka, An gets slightly jealous and says that her singing should be the only thing that makes Kohane react that way.

Haruka also points out that although An has always been super friendly she's never been like this with anyone until Kohane came into her life, and still keeps this behaviour Kohane-exclusive. An says it's because they're partners, which, kinda friendzones them, but kinda doesn't.

The word for partner used in the story - "aibou" - means, to put it in incredibly basic terms, coworkers. It's like the cowboy or detective word for partner, though I believe it comes up in shounen every so often (the genre vbs story is based on). In itself, aibou has no romantic connotation. But 3 of the partnerships we see in VBS' story have lots of interactions that easily read as having romantic undertones, so basically in the context of VBS story the nature of said partnerships becomes a little more ambiguous. The word is still platonic and that doesn't change, but you get the idea. Oh and VBS has recurring romantic soulmate imagery more on that later.

continuing on BFST, yeah they went on a date. which is strongly suggested to be a romantic date unlike how it's sometimes used platonically. like the other characters say An is "seeing someone", at least in the English translation, which is very much associated with romantic interest. Also the original Japanese for the "do you know who she's going out with" line uses the phrase デートの相手 which is the Japanese equivalent for the word "date" (as in a person/your date), so it's not really any different. they go on another one in Kick it up a notch and An's card story for the event. their relationship is never labelled or anything (probably bc this genre avoids that sorta thing for fan-related reasons) but this very much was a thing that happened.

(also when ken says partner he says aibou. so not partner /r but anyway it does clarify that this date is to do with their relationship on a different level to partners /p. ie: an's going on a date with kohane because she's cute not because she's her partner. language is fun)

Lastly back on that thing I said I'd come back to. The Walk on and on costumes have romantic soulmate symbolism included on them. The wings on the backs of the outfits are based on the mythical hiyoku bird, a one-winged bird that could only fly after meeting its other half. Kohane's costume has pink accents, one of the variants has accents in An's image color and the wings on the backs of those variants match up to each other. The card illstrations themselves also feature crows, which mate for life. While the symbolism is mostly associated with Toya, the Whip the Wimp Girl! cards take place in the same location as the woao cards which is pretty neat, and makes sense given the themes of both events. I've put both their gacha logos above as well. Oh and An's card for wtwg was. Something.

And Kohane got the valentine event this year and it was about her entering a contest to win limited edition chocolates for An I forgot about that until just now.

Have fun with that.

[appleblueberry-pie]

Vampire Geto Suguru

A/N: Ok so this entire writing makes zero sense because it sounds like i'm making this a short story, but I realized like halfway through that there is no way for me to finish this unless it becomes a short story and I felt every single patient bone in my body disappear at the realization. So...it's gonna sound unfinished. But if you ask questions about Vampire Suguru x Half-Vampire Reader, I will answer questions. I want to answer all possible questions that can't be answered in this 'supposed-to-be-a-short-story.' Cuz it has amazing potential that my hands can't fulfill.

Suguru almost has everything he's ever wanted. Power. Local fame. And control over the city he could call his. His followers, devotees, were nothing but scum on the bottom of his shoe that he could scrape off anytime he wanted. In the heart of Tokyo, he owns a corporate building meant to attract wealthy families in hopes of healing them of their pains and sins. Almost like what a place of worship would be.

Near-wealthy men and women sit in the largest room the floor below the top floor, meant to sit there in honor of Geto blessing their eyes with his presence. He is all they need and nothing more. He often convinces the people who make an appointment with him that it's the same thing for them, as well. But he's good at manipulating.

Filthy rich men and women, sometimes entire families, come crawling to him to fix family problems, their perverted minds, their souls, their bodies, in hopes they'd be pure at the end of the night. Instead, they become his next meal. Peasant human blood tastes a little too rotten for his liking. So, he sticks to the next best thing. The poor should be thanking him for taking the load for them.

The only problem was that nowhere in Japan was there vampires. At least, not anyone past his bloodline. But he already erased them entirely. Human women reek of selfish desires, tainted iron in their blood, and sex. It's so clear what they want and he can never get past the smell. So, as far as the seas go, he's never seen someone he could busy his mind with for the next couple thousand of years. If not, eternity. But who knows how long his patience will last until then...?

His nose was guiding him somewhere, currently.

His feet following the invisible trail of the scent. The smell he's only picked up back when his bloodline was still alive. When they were in their prime. When they were farthest from their human counterparts. There's no way he could find what he's thinking of, right?

His nose led him into a small grocery store. Somewhere around the alleyways and crooked backstreets in between the tall buildings in Tokyo at 2 in the morning. Only his kind would be out at this time of night.

He walks in, the fluorescent light accentuating his pale skin and muscular figure. His black hair and clothing makes him stick out in the midst of the colorful food choices surrounding him. And in between the different smells of fresh ripe fruit and disinfectant chemicals, he could catch the natural musk of another him.

Another him.

Another vampire.

He ignores the cashier asking if he needed help and nearly speed-walked through one of the aisles, the scent only getting stronger. He grows more determined and turns the corner only to run into a shorter girl, dressed in black like he was. You both make eye contact.

You two share a very silent and quick understanding of who was in front of who. And who was what.

"Excuse me," You mutter.

You attempt to side-step him and ignore him like nothing ever happened, and he mirrors your movement, effectively blocking you.

You look back up at him, your eyes more piercing than the first time you made eye contact. He could see the color difference the moment you moved to look up at him. Now that he was close enough, he could also smell your irritation. You're not dead.....you're half-human. No wonder.

He clenches his jaw. He knows himself enough to understand that he wouldn't even consider letting you go, knowing he just found the first non-relative vampire in Japan since- he doesn't even know how long. Black coat, a neat white turtleneck and skirt underneath the coat. Leggings, socks, and shoes follow the black and white pattern. Original skin color being paler than usual. Somewhat of muscle definition hidden. He was scaring you. He can smell it. And your fangs are beginning to poke out. And can he hear you growling at him?

He finds himself smiling, pleased with how his night was now going. "I apologize for bumping into you. Please, allow me to pay for your-" You shoulder him hard enough to almost knock him into the stand of chips behind him. No one's showed him that amount of strength in a while. He follows close behind you, not letting the moment phase him.

You place your things on the front desk, and the cashier matches your pace, scared of the, now two, taller figures watching him do his job. Both you and Geto seemed to tower over him from across the counter, eyes unfaltering in their predatory stare. You just want to get the hell out of the store and Geto....he just doesn't like the guy. He squeaks out the total, and before you could dig in your purse fast enough to grab your wallet, Geto places his card on the counter. You don't even bother to turn around and just wait silently for the cashier to finish up. When the transaction is over, Geto moves to grab his card again and you're already halfway out the door, things in hand.

You don't look back, hoping he would finally stop pursuing you. Once you turn the corner, Geto's already there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. You let out a nasty hiss, nearly snarling at him and he raises his hands up. "I know. I'm not here to hurt you. I just...wanted to introduce myself." "I don't need your introduction. I know pretty clearly who you are. And what you are. Leave me the hell alone."

Geto's face dropped slightly when you tried to brush him off again and turned the other way with your groceries in hand. Once again, he's reminded of centuries of loneliness and his hand is already grabbing your arm. "Wait." You grunt in annoyance and slight fear. His man was a full vampire. You moved to Japan to avoid any kind of vampires. You wanted silence in your life from all kinds of people that would be after you to court you and kill you just because you're a half-breed. And the one time you thought you could finally have silence, there's a rich and powerful man in Japan who's almost like a Monk who can solve all problems of the modern man. And he's acting as if he's one of them, but turns out to be a pure blood. You didn't care if he told you sweet words.

You didn't want to die.

"Aren't you lonely? Being the only vampire in the city? I just want a companion. Someone who's like me. I don't want to sound desperate, but you're the only vampire I've meet in Japan in ages. Is friendship too much to ask for?"

You turn around, thankful for him letting go of you. "I left my hometown to escape all of the vampires coming after me. You being here is the only issue I have in Japan. Everything else is a blessing to come across. As much as I would like to help someone in need, all I want is to be alone."

Suguru wish he cared about your past as much as he cared for his own mental sanity.

For a half-blood, you were stronger than you let on. Getting you into the, very well decorated and furnished, basement was a hassle. You gave him a few nasty scars and ruined his shirt. But once you were thrown back through the heavy doors for the 4th time, you finally settled with the realization that you can't get past this man. Your ear piercing screams and bites turned into whimpers and cries as you attempted to comfort yourself in the corner of the cold room.

He felt bad. He didn't want you to be so...scared of him. But there's no other way for you to accept him. You tired yourself out and even broke one of your nails(it was already almost fully back) trying to escape.

Suguru sighed, discarding his tattered shirt. "I'm sorry things had to be this way. I do wish we can get along a little better when the time comes. But for now, it's just going to have to be like this." He sits on his old couch and sighs when one of his servants comes in with a pouch of blood. You watch her eye your captor down before smiling at him with the blood on a serving tray. "Good evening, Master-" Her voice obviously pitched to try and please him, when it did the exact opposite. You snarl and before she can finish her sentence, you tackle her to the ground, landing on the opposite side of the room.

She screams bloody murder as your nails dig into her skin, your mouth reaching for the crevice. She's never seen another one of you. Another vampire. She thought her master was the only one in the world, the only one meant to be considered and known. But here you were, ruining her ideologies. Killing her with your selfish nature. She wishes she could hurt you back, but you were bigger, stronger, and would haunt her in her worst nightmares in ways only Suguru said he could. You were everything he said he was. And she hated it.

Not like it mattered when your teeth breached her skin, sucking her unworthy blood for all she's known for. You groan at the taste of good blood for the first time in over 100 years. You stopped drinking blood back at home when you knew it'd get you nowhere, trying to hide. But you had a reason now. You had to leave this place.

Each swallow of warm iron made you feel brand new. You felt lighter. You felt energized. You felt angry that you stopped for so long. How stupid were you to give up something so good? Your outfit started to feel too tight. You were growing back to your natural height.

Suguru got up, watching you tear into his servant. He got a whiff of your scent once more, it was more potent, almost entirely different. He almost felt ashamed being turned on by it, but this is exactly what he wanted. Someone to indulge his fantasies in. You were perfect for him.

When you finished, you detached yourself from the girl's neck and stared at the dehydrated corpse underneath you. Suguru's voice was enhanced now that your hearing is back to how it's supposed to be. "I'll have someone discard the body." You ripped off the tight shoes on your feet and stood, meeting his eyes. You were a probably a couple of inches shorter than him. Definitely taller than you used to be.

"Let me go." You watched his eyes trail to your lips covered in blood and wanted to swipe him so bad. But you knew he was still stronger than you, even at full strength. You can smell it. (You would never admit he smelled so good.) Suguru smiles at your words. "I can't, Princess."

You step closer, almost attempting to size him up. "At least let me shower. Are you gonna neglect me of that, too?" "Only if I can't have the honors of doing it myself." You scoff, shouldering him on your way to the couch. He actually rubs his shoulder in pain this time. "If I let you bathe, you have to promise me that you won't try to escape. My home can only take so much damage." Suguru realizes he likes teasing you. "I'll let you prove yourself to me this one time. I hate that human scent lingering on you."

"I'm a half-breed." "You know that's different." You sigh this time, rubbing your face.

It's gonna be a while before you find a way to escape this lunatic.

[justwinginglife]

Operation Rescue Hoshina aka The Runaway Boyfriend

Inspired by ideas from @adaizel based off of a fic that I wrote where Hoshina tries to avoid reader by running off doing other missions with other divisions and the reader says she'll drag his ass back if she finds him doing it again. Thanks again for the ideas and the enthusiasm. Also this will be NSFW as fuck and this will be longer than my usual fics so buckle up!

When you find the office of the Vice Captain is empty yet again, his stupid chair swiveling like he just had the idea to up and run, you groan. Hoshina loved doing this to you. He loved picking a Division, any division at all, and running away to them under the guise of helping with their missions. He loved to see how long it would take you to find him and come running, yelling profanities at him. He thought it was sexy. And he loved to see just how far he could push you.

It was a little game the two of you would play, and sometimes you were amused and sometimes you weren't.

Today you weren't. You were supposed to be having a meeting with him to talk about new training protocols for the Third Division and here he was fucking around god knows where on a random ass Tuesday, knowing damn well he has loads of paperwork to do. You knew you should have told him Captain Ashiro would be at the meeting too, he'd never mess around if it was the Captain. You were his sole target for teasing.

"Which fucking division are you in now Soshiro??" You grumble to yourself, flipping through papers on his desk, and opening drawers trying to see if he left you some sort of clue. You found nothing and you thought you might have to journey all over Japan to find him, when you got a text on your phone.

Come pick up my idiot brother, please. He's driving me crazy.

You scoff at your phone. Well this was a new one. Looks like he was in the Sixth Division today.

When I get there, I'm going to kick his ass so hard he lands in America.

You suit up and take your motorcycle. He hates when you make him ride on the back of your bike (he claims you drive like a crazy person and his sensitive stomach can't take it) but you don't give a shit right now. You just want the fastest way to get to him, and with this mode of transport you can duck and weave in between cars.

You arrive at the scene of Hoshina's soon to be murder, revving your engine as you spin in circles making donuts on the pavement and sputtering smoke into the air.

You pull out your megaphone from your bag. You had to buy a megaphone at this point.

"SOSHIRO FUCKING HOSHINA! IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOURSELF IN TWO SECONDS I WILL SNAP YOUR SWORDS IN HALF AND SHOVE THEM WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!" You bellow loudly through the speaker.

The onlooking officers wince and move aside, making way for a very embarrassed Soshiro to step through.

"Hi baby." He says, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as he slowly walks towards you.

"PICK UP THE PACE SOLDIER!" You yell as though he doesn't outrank you.

He sighs and starts jogging to you.

"Little much today, don't you think, love?" He asks as he approaches you.

You raise an eyebrow, daring him to challenge you, and he holds both his hands up in surrender.

He grins. "I mean, it was sexy and all." Then he cocks his head at your ride. "But did you have to bring the damn bike?"

You smirk at that. "If you didn't want to ride on my bike you shouldn't have run away, dumbass."

He groans, already clutching at his stomach. "Please don't drive crazy."

You wink at him. "Shall we do some off-roading? Just for you baby?"

He rolls his eyes and hops on the back of the bike, wrapping his arms around your waist. Then he leans in closer and presses a kiss to your neck. "Hey. We haven't had a date this week yet, and I saw this cute lil diner on the way in. Dinner on me, baby?"

You bite your lip to keep from smiling. This was the one thing you liked about his stupid, wild antics. He'd treat you to anything in whatever city you found yourselves in. "Dinner... and I saw a shopping mall on the way over. Buy me something nice."

He chuckles and snuggles up against you. "Deal baby."

And that was Tuesday. But then came Saturday and Saturday was a whole different beast. It was you and Hoshina's day off and you had been snuggled up in bed with him when he said he wanted to go for a walk, you were still sleepy so you waved him off and he said he'd be back soon. That was three hours ago.

Ughhhh, why's he doing this to me on a Saturday? You groan and throw on your combat suit. You've got your knives tucked in place all over your suit and guns prepared when you hear a knock at the door. That better be him, you think to yourself.

You open the door and it's a woman. You blink. She blinks.

"I'm looking for Soshiro?" She asks.

Your eyes narrow. "Who wants to know?" And who the fuck is using his first name so comfortably.

"I'm his girlfriend." She says snootily.

You throw your head back and laugh once, then you stand up straight, cracking your shoulders and your knuckles. You glare down at her. "That's funny. Because I'm his girlfriend."

She clears her throat. "Well I'm his ex-girlfriend," She corrects herself like it's a simple mistake.

Bitch. You didn't just misspeak, you were trying to have something over me, you think to yourself. "And what the fuck are you doing visiting his place, ex-girlfriend?" You emphasize ex as you step closer to her, towering over her and causing her to back up one step. But she holds her ground and refuses to back up any further.

"Just wanted to see if he missed me, that's all." She says simply and you're pissed off by her honesty. Like she's not threatened by you.

"Be a good girl and tell him I said hi, yeah?" She smirks.

Your fists clench. "Darling, I don't know if you know this, but these apartments are owned by the Defense Force and I'm the Third Division's Platoon Leader so I say you're trespassing. If I see you around here one more time, if you even breathe anywhere near my boyfriend, I will personally grab you by your shitty extensions and drag you off the grounds myself. Is that crystal fucking clear?" You make a point of pulling your gun out, though you know it's an immature move.

She raises an eyebrow but then rolls her eyes and backs off. "I see Soshiro still likes them crazy." Then she walks off and leaves you alone with your thoughts. You watch as her figure recedes, biting into your lip until it bleeds.

What a fucking awful way to spend your Saturday.

You need to shoot something. You open your phone to find the tracking app (you'd finally decided you needed to install some way to trace Soshiro easier), and find he's in the First Division today.

"Sorry Narumi, I'm about to break your fucking door down." You snatch your keys (honestly- you almost rip the whole ass hook off the wall trying to grab them) and get in your car (you think it might be too dangerous to be driving pissed off on a motorcycle). You slam on the gas, the smell of burning rubber filling the air, and you speed off.

When you arrive, you thank god there's an actual kaiju attack. If you didn't have something to kill, you might've strangled Soshiro himself. In fact, you might kill the kaiju and strangle him anyway.

Now the First Division officers see you pull up and they start to groan, looking around at each other nervously. Soshiro runs away to the First Division more than any other division because he knows it'll annoy the shit out of Narumi to have the two of you causing chaos in his city (kill two birds with one stone right?), so these officers know you almost as well as the Third Division at this point. Or at least they thought they did, but today you were a whole different level of frenzied and furious and they were not immune to the fear that followed.

You don't even look at them, and they start to breathe again, thinking they're safe. Then you jump on the head of the nearest kaiju and start pummeling it with your fists until it's pulp. The officers gulp. You usually use your gun and give the kaiju's a quick death- less chance of them hurting anyone else if they die quicker, you'd say. But apparently today you weren't thinking about mercy or efficiency.

When your fists finally start to get tired, you pull out your gun and start rapidly blasting any beast that dares come near you. Then, once you've cleared out most of the kaiju, you start to go for the big one. That's where Narumi and Soshiro are currently held up. Narumi rolls his eyes as you jog up to them and Soshiro grins.

"Hey baby!" He calls to you.

"A fucking walk? Huh, Soshiro? A walk?" You spit out.

He shrugs, still grinning from ear to ear. "It was a long walk, what can I say?"

"You went for a walk in your goddamn combat suit? To the First Fucking Division??" You demand, punching him in the arm.

He senses you're a different kind of mad today but he can't quite figure out why. He watches you intently, trying to piece it together.

You know he's trying to figure you out so you make it easy for him. "Met your bitch ass ex girlfriend today. You know, the one you failed to mention you had."

He coughs. "You met Tsumi?"

Hearing her name, knowing that he knows who you're talking about, pisses you off even more. You punch his other arm and he winces.

"You ladies wanna take this conversation elsewhere? I'm kinda busy here." Narumi says, still shooting at the Honju.

"Actually, I think I'm good right where I'm at." You charge headfirst towards the Honju, while Narumi and Soshiro gape at you. You run at it, shooting anywhere that looks like a soft spot but to no avail. You're glad the Honju isn't easy to kill though- you don't want it to be.

"Guess I'll have to use these." You pull out Soshiro's swords and he spins around wondering when you took them from him. You slash at the beasts legs, arms, chest, neck. You just want to slash at something, anything at this point.

Be a good girl and tell him I said hi, yeah?

You hear her stupid fucking voice in your head and you keep slashing and slashing until you you realize the Honju has been long dead and the officers of the First Division are gathered around you, staring.

You wipe the blood from your face. "Soshiro. We're going home. NOW." You drop his swords to the floor with a clang and he winces at the sound. He collects them quickly and follows you to the car, waving bye to the other officers before he gets in.

You drive home, intending to spend the time in silence but Soshiro has other ideas.

"Does it help if I say you were really sexy back there?"

You're silent.

"Hey, I saw this really cool movie theater we could try. It's got luxury seats and a full bar."

Still silent.

"Baby. Come on. Are you really mad at me? For real? I don't even get a date?"

You glare at him and then turn back to face the road. "Why don't you take Tsumi on a date?"

You can almost hear his stupid cheeky grin. "Ahhh. I see. Someone's jealous. So sexy."

You punch his arm again in the same spot you'd hit earlier. "Hey! You're gonna bruise my beautiful arms, ya know!"

"I'm aiming to."

He scoffs. He's quiet for a moment. Then he daringly says, "I bet Tsumi wouldn't do this to me."

You slam on the brakes.

You peer out the window and it looks like you're near a motel. You drag his ass out of the car and book the two of you a room at the front desk before dragging him to said room.

He smirks. "Little mini vacation? Is that what's going on right now?"

"Get undressed." You demand.

He licks his lips at the sudden order. Though caught off guard by this random excursion of yours, he goes along with it. "Yes ma'am." He starts to strip and for a moment, you get distracted by the ripple of his muscles tight against his body. Then when he's fully naked in front of you, you back him towards the bed. He allows you to, thinking you're here to reward his bad behavior. You're not.

You pull out some handcuffs and shackle him to the bed frame, to his surprise. You start to walk away and the smirk drops from his face as he starts to think that maybe you're going to leave him here in some random motel on the side of the road.

"Hey! Hey wait! Baby, where are you going? Baby, talk to me! You can't leave me here!"

You tsk at him, waving a finger in front of his face. "Be a good boy and sit still, I'll be right back." You tighten his cuffs, sending a slight jolt of pain into his wrists. He gulps.

You leave the room and go grab some things from the car.

When you come back you wrap a blindfold around him and he flinches.

"Wh-what's going on? Baby?" He asks, uncertain for the first time all day.

You nuzzle against his ear and bite the lobe, pulling slightly. He inhales sharply. "I'm going to teach you to behave yourself." You say in a low growl. He shivers.

You pull your whip out and start running it up one of his calves. His breath hitches in his throat. You wrap a hand around his throat, applying slight pressure around it. Before he can get used to the sensation, you drag the whip up and slap it down on his thigh. He gasps at the little taste of pain that's searing his leg, but you know he loves it.

"Tell me... does Tsumi make you feel like this?" You whisper in his ear, this time licking up the curve of it.

He swallows. "N-no baby... only you do." His words are meek and they sound so delicious to you.

"That's a good boy." You whip his other thigh and he groans this time, his cock engorging at the feeling. You lightly drag the whip across his dick, causing it to twitch. He lifts his hips and arches into it, wanting more.

"You want this baby?" You start to drag the whip up his defined abdomen and across his chest. He nods quickly. You smirk at his eagerness. You run the whip down the length of his arm and flick it hard against his forearm.

He groans and bites his lip.

You pull on his bottom lip, and his teeth release it. "No biting, love. That's just for me." You lean forward and bite his lower lip, tugging on it gently before releasing.

"Fuck." He whispers.

"Watch your language baby. I might just have to punish you for that."

"So punish me," He says, breathless.

You lick your lips at his pleading. The sight of him laid bare for you, desperate for your attention, was such a pretty picture. The Vice Captain of the Third Division, all flushed and panting, precum seeping from his throbbing cock. All because you touched him a little.

You thought you'd reward him a little. You trace your tongue up his thigh, lapping at the red welt on his skin. He throws his head back against the bedframe, soaking in the feeling of your wetness on his skin. You grab his balls in one hand and squeeze as you drag your tongue up the length of his bulging erection. You nip at his tip a little and then, before he can react, you deep throat him.

He hits the back of your throat and he inhales sharply. Your mouth tightens around him, coating him thoroughly in your saliva as you suck harder. Then, right as he thinks he might cum, you pull back. He swears and you almost laugh. His legs are shaking now and he bucks at the air, trying to get some relief. You press two hands down tightly on his thighs, shoving him back into the mattress.

"Not yet. You cum when I say you can. Got that?"

He whimpers as more precum trickles out of him.

You place a cock ring at his base and he groans. "You're going to tease the shit out of me until I'm begging for it, huh?"

"You got that right baby."

You click a leash around his neck and uncuff him from the bed. You tug on the leash, pulling him towards you and meeting his lips for a sloppy kiss. Then you withdraw from him, leaving him hungry for more, and you push him down flat against the bedsheets.

He tries to get up, reaching for your face to snag another kiss, but you shove him back down. "Such a bad boy. You only do what I tell you to, got that?" You flick the whip at his thigh again.

He shudders. "Yes baby. Anything you say baby."

Then you pull out your prostate massager and, after lubing it up thoroughly, you slowly side it inside him causing him to gasp. Then you turn it on to a low setting and watch as he twitches, moans escaping his beautiful lips.

"I'm not done with you yet love." While that's running, you grab a vibrating wand and turn it on. It rumbles against the base of his cock, causing him to tremble.

"Fuck." He whimpers.

"What did I say about your language baby? Seems someone hasn't learned their lesson." You turn the settings up on the wand and trace it up his length, earning another groan from him. His precum starts to pump ferociously as the wand reaches his tip. He's starting to overload, unable to keep up with the vibrations coming from both ends of him. He can't tell if he should focus more on the delicious pressure up against his prostate or the rumbling across his dripping tip.

"Now, tell me again. What is Tsumi to you?"

"Nothing. She's nothing." He gasps out.

"And what am I?"

"Everything. You're everything baby." His moans come out low and guttural.

"Good boy. Now tell me, are you going to run away from me again? You know we've got important work to be doing at the Third Division."

He bites his lip.

You sigh. "I see. Still haven't learned your lesson then. Alright, I can go at this all night, let's see how much you can take."

You turn the settings up to max on both devices.

He jolts so quickly he chokes on his spit, the saliva drizzling down his chin, as he clenches the sheets hard. "B-baby! B-baby, p-please!" His words are frantic as they stumble out of his mouth. He chokes back a sob as you press the wand harder against him.

"Th-that's t-too m-much... ah fuck!"

He ejaculates wildly, his hips bucking from the sheer force of it, as hot milky cum spurts out of him in erratic bursts, dousing you. He's still shuddering from his violent orgasm when you've finally turned off the toys and pulled them away from him.

His breathing is ragged and shaky, and sweat from his forehead starts to trickle down and cloud his view.

"S-so we're all good now, r-right?" He asks weakly.

You smirk at him, feeling smug.

"For now."

[mononijikayu]

chapter (6) — white christmas.

GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au!

WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, actors/singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;

WORD COUNT: 5k words.

NOTE: i wrote too much stuff and now i have to deal with having to format them the way i want,,,,honestly i like making it look nice that i end up staring at it and asking, is this enough??? is this pretty enough??? anyway, i hope you love it anyway!!! i love you all!!! 🫶

TAGLIST: @kunasthiast, @midnight-138, @v3nd3ttal3on, @r0ckst4rjk, @theshxaverse, @cheescakebroom, @kariatenoh, @ggukfikz, @sukunadckrider ;

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IT WAS THE MOMENT YOU WAITED FOR. Everything about this moment was nothing short of surreal. New York was alive that evening, with golden streetlights reflecting off icy cobblestones and the soft glow of shop windows illuminating bustling passersby.

That was when he arrived. Ryomen Sukuna, effortlessly imposing and enigmatic, stepping into the theater with his usual air of otherworldly power.

His presence was magnetic, and it only took moments before cell phones came out, capturing the sight of the infamous veteran actor as he entered the venue.

You’d already felt your heart flutter when you spotted him backstage earlier that week. He had promised you that he would see your first show on Broadway a while back, since you told him how excited you were about this role. It's why you auditioned.

He was much busier than you this time around. And that concerned you, because you didn't want him to overwhem himself. After all, he was your senpai, a star beloved by the masses. That's why he was so sought after. That's why he was booked day after day.

He still has shows to rehearse for, since he'll be performing for the Christmas special back in Japan and then after that, the New Year countdown live show. And then after that, he was going to start filming for his new limited TV show.

But he kept reassuring you that he'll come over and see your opening night. One way or another, he will show up. That's what he said. And so, it immediately relieved your nerves when your co-star and fellow lead rushed to you at the make up chair.

"Sukuna's here." He grinned at you, fixing his hair.

You looked at him, eyes widened. "Are you sure? You......you saw him?"

"Yeah! He's just about to get into his audience box!"

You looked away from him, feeling your cheeks flustered.

You have to do your best more than ever now.

Ryomen Sukuna had come to see your play— for the play debut you had worked tirelessly to bring to life. And that made you happy. You were happy to give him a good story, a good play.

The weeks leading up to this night had been a whirlwind of rehearsals, final script revisions, costume fittings, and late nights spent memorizing lines and perfecting every movement.

There had barely been a moment to breathe as you pushed yourself through every obstacle in preparation for your debut on Broadway. Every night, without fail, you found yourself texting him about it.

The stress, the excitement, the fear of not being enough—it all spilled out in small, quick messages. He never left you on read, not one single time. Every single night, without fail, he’d reply.

Sometimes it was just a simple word, an encouragement, or a reminder that you were more than capable. But by the end of every night, his voice would come through the phone, calm and steady, grounding you like nothing else could.

His calls became a kind of ritual. You could feel his presence even through the static, even through the miles that separated you. His voice was always soft, always tender, and when he spoke, you could feel the weight of his words settling into your chest like a promise.

“You’ll do great,” he told you on one of those nights, his voice smooth and low, a soothing balm to your restless thoughts. “Don’t worry, they’ll end up loving it.”

You let his words linger for a moment, the warmth in his voice washing away the tension in your shoulders.

“Will you love it?” you asked, your voice so small, so uncertain, that it felt vulnerable even as you spoke.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. His laugh came then—low, soft, and effortlessly sweet. You could hear the smile in his voice, even through the distance.

“Doll, I love everything you put your heart in.” he said, his words wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “I don’t think I’ll end up with any other outcome.”

You huffed, a mixture of frustration and shyness. “Ugh, you’re only saying that because you’ve become biased about me, darling.”

Another chuckle from him. It sent a wave of ease through you, despite your nerves. “Who cares about that, doll? I know you got the talent for me to even be biased about it in the first place.”

His words hit you harder than you thought they would. There was no judgment, no expectation, just faith. Faith in you, in your work, in your effort. The confidence in his voice made you feel a little stronger, a little braver, like maybe you could pull this off.

It felt so simple, yet so profound.

You stayed on the line for a few minutes, the two of you talking about everything and nothing at all. His laughter, his voice, and his words swam in your mind as you lay in bed.

And just like that, you had his faith, his belief, his warmth. You knew that no matter how this night unfolded, you’d remember his words.

Because that’s how he always made you feel—seen, supported, and capable. And as you prepared for tonight, you knew you could trust him. His voice stayed with you, that tender reassurance playing on repeat:

You’ll do great. You always will.

You had imagined every possibility for your opening night: the applause, the critics, the satisfaction of stepping into the spotlight after years of dedication. But nothing could have prepared you for him. Nothing prepares you when it comes to Ryomen Sukuna.

When you spotted his figure standing in the theater lobby just before the show, you felt an electric jolt run through you. Ryomen Sukuna sat there with his sharp features, his crimson eyes gleaming under the soft theater lights.

His presence was as commanding as expected, but there was something about the way he stood, observing, that sent an unfamiliar, inexplicable thrill through you.

You could only guess at his expectations. Had he come to witness the performance with a critical eye? Or was it curiosity that brought him here? Perhaps both. His expression was unreadable, and that only made your curiosity deepen.

He wasn’t just here for the play, you were sure of that. There was something in his gaze, something unspoken, that lingered in the air between the two of you. The moment your eyes met, a wave of something intangible passed through you.

It was too fleeting to name, but powerful all the same. It was a kind of tension that wasn’t rooted in animosity or fear, but in unspoken understanding, something far more subtle and layered.

When you had met him for the first time, you’d thought you could predict his actions, analyze him as easily as anyone else. But standing there, mere steps from him, you found that he eluded even your sharpest instincts.

His presence wasn’t merely intimidating or menacing; it was magnetic, and the pull was unexpected. He took your breath away. He was just....he was too much. He was an enigma you that overwhelmed you like the echo of heavy waves in the seas.

You’d tried to brush it off as nerves, but it lingered: the sharp way he looked at you, the casual smirk he gave as he adjusted the sleeve of his jacket, the way his crimson eyes seemed to pierce through you without effort.

Every interaction felt layered with weight—too much history, too many unspoken questions. That was just what it was between the two of you. Too much knowledge and too much left unknown.

You wondered if he could sense your hesitancy, your curiosity, the way your mind struggled to put him into a box that simply didn’t fit. But what was it? You weren’t sure.

Sukuna watched the play with unwavering focus, his crimson eyes sharp and piercing as they followed every movement, every word, every moment of your performance.

His gaze was intense, never wavering, and it felt like an invisible thread connecting him to you. Each time you caught his eyes from across the stage, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, sending goosebumps across your skin.

The way his gaze seemed to follow you, darting from every movement to every line, made your heart twist in your chest. You could feel it—his attention, deliberate and unyielding.

It was like an unspoken connection only the two of you shared. And every time you noticed, that cold, tingling feeling ran down your spine, sending a shiver you couldn’t control.

By the time the final scene closed and the applause roared through the theater, you found yourself trying to shake off the lingering sensation of his scarlet gaze.

You stepped off the stage, your heart pounding as you navigated through the backstage chaos. It was surreal—the lights, the cheers, the voices, and yet, there was only one thing on your mind: him.

You headed toward your dressing room, the sound of footsteps behind you pulling you from your thoughts. And there he was—waiting for you, casually leaning against the wall just a few steps from your door.

His tall frame was a commanding presence in the dim light, his crimson eyes glinting faintly as they met yours. A grin tugged at his lips as soon as he saw you. His smirk was sharp, confident, and unmistakably him.

“You did well, doll.” he said smoothly, his voice low and warm, cutting through the noise of your swirling thoughts.

Your chest tightened at the sound of his words. There was no teasing, no hidden edge in his tone. Just pure acknowledgment. You felt the weight of his gaze as he looked at you, and all the tension you didn’t even realize you were holding melted away.

“Thank you, darling.” you managed to say, your voice softer than you intended. Your hands clutched at your coat nervously as you tried to steady your breath. "Happy that you could make it."

"You know I would have always come." He snickers at you.

You sighed. "I know, I know but with you schedule—"

"Heh, like that would have prevented me from coming here, doll."

"Yeah, yeah. You've proven yourself." You roll your eyes playfully, a smile playing at your lips.

His grin widened, a flicker of pride and satisfaction in his expression. He walks over to you and stands in front of you, his height overtaking you with the air of his existence occupying your space.

“You’ve got the kind of presence that can steal a crowd, doll.” he added, taking a step closer. “I knew you’d pull through, but… now I’m glad to see you proved it for yourself.”

His words lingered, and you could feel his warmth beside you, so close and steady. His presence felt grounding, familiar. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, a genuine one this time.

“Thank you, really.” you said again, your voice a little stronger, a little lighter.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t say much else as he stood there, but you didn’t mind. His grin, his words, and his quiet presence said everything you needed to hear.

The way he looked at you, completely assured, confident, and proud— it had made you feel like maybe you could do this again, every night, without hesitation.

He pushed himself off the wall, taking a step back as you unlocked the door to your dressing room, his grin still lingering on his lips.

“Rest for a bit, doll.” he said, his voice one last whisper as you stepped inside. "I'll pick you up in a bit, so I could treat you to dinner."

"Hm, okay." You say bashfully in reply.

He smiles at you, patting your head. You protest, but he didn't care about that. With that, he turns around and soon was gone, leaving you standing in the soft glow of your dressing room lights. You took a deep breath, replaying his words in your mind.

You did well, doll.

It felt like more than just a compliment. It felt like trust, belief, and connection. And as you settled into your post-performance routine, you let his words settle into your bones.

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YOU HAD GOTTEN OUT A FEW MINUTES LATER. He waited for you discreetly, just by his rental car. The beautifully sleek black vehicle glistened under the glow of the nearby streetlights as he leaned casually against it.

His hands buried in his coat pockets, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He looked effortlessly composed, a sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotions still tugging at you from the night’s performance.

When you and your co-star approached out the back doors, Ryomen Sukuna had come towards you and offered a simple, smooth smile, his presence as striking as ever.

“You did well out there.” he said, his voice low but clear. His words carried an air of finality, confidence, and understanding.

Your co-star nodded in agreement, smiling warmly. “You really did. Congratulations.”

You exchanged farewells with your co-star, who headed off toward the direction of the subway, leaving only you and Sukuna in the quiet of the night.

His gaze flicked toward you as you approached the car, his smirk growing a little wider as he followed you. You waited before he opened the door. You climbed into the passenger seat as he closed the door behind you. He soon followed soon after you.

The sound of the engine hummed to life as he pressed the key into the slot. You carefully buckled your seatbelt, the vibration of the car giving you an unexpected sense of comfort. Sukuna’s voice broke the stillness, smooth and casual, as he glanced at you briefly.

“What does our new rising Broadway star want for dinner?” he asked, his tone playful as he shifted the gear into drive.

You raised a sly brow at him, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Is the famed veteran star of Japan willing to pay for it, no matter how expensive?”

He let out a sharp, amused snicker, his confidence as steady as his grip on the wheel. “Doll, my black card demands that. Especially for you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his confidence, the sound light and warm as it filled the cabin of the car. His smirk grew as he caught your reaction, and you knew he enjoyed your teasing just as much as you enjoyed his effortless charm.

“Alright, alright.” you said, leaning back against your seat. “Let’s go for steak, darling.”

His grin widened as he glanced at you once more, his voice dropping into a playful purr. “Good choice, doll. I know the perfect spot.”

With that, the car sped off into the soft glow of the New York streets, the hum of the engine and the city lights weaving into the rhythm of the marvelous echo of the evening.

The two of you, alone together, felt oddly peaceful amidst the excitement of the night. And as you settled into the smooth, quiet ride, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something thrilling.

The city passed by in streaks of light as the car glided over the smooth pavement. The glow of streetlights, the headlights of other cars, and the occasional silhouette of a passerby added to the rhythm of the city.

The air outside was crisp and cool, but inside the car, there was only the low hum of the engine and the sound of Ryomen Sukuna’s steady voice as he drove with expert ease.

You found yourself stealing glances at him as he focused on the winding New York road. He was a very beautiful man. You've always known that. But whenever he was this close, it makes you feel things.

Everything from his bright scarlet eyes, strong jaw, his sharp features, they were just beyond perfect. Even more so as they were illuminated by the glow of the city lights and the car's dashboard.

His confidence was palpable, as always, but there was something about the way he handled himself so effortlessly that made you feel both calm and entirely at ease.

“You know, darling.” you started, breaking the comfortable silence, “You never really told me why you decided to come tonight.”

His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel as he glanced at you briefly. His crimson eyes, glowing faintly, seemed thoughtful as he answered smoothly.

“I told you, doll. You did well. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I promised you, didn't I?"

You gave him a pointed look, smirking. “That’s all?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as if amused by your insistence. “Alright, fine. I’ll admit it, doll.” he said, glancing at you again with a teasing grin. “I wanted to see you.”

Your heart stumbled a little at his admission, and you felt your cheeks flush as you tried to act nonchalant. You looked away, trying to avoid having him see you this red. But you knew from the side, he was slyly snickering off the side.

“See me?” you asked, your voice coming out a bit higher than you intended.

“Yeah.” he said with a shrug, his grin sharp but warm. “You’ve got talent, doll. You’ve got heart. And you’ve got a fire about you that draws attention. I’ve been watching from the sidelines, and I wanted to be here to see how far you could push that. You’re even better than I thought.”

You stared at him, unsure whether you should feel overwhelmed, flattered, or nervous. His words lingered, and despite his casual tone, they felt genuine. You shifted in your seat, trying to come up with something witty or confident to say but found yourself momentarily speechless.

"I was just going to make a joke about how you missed me, darling." You say to him. "Didn't expect you to be so passionate about what I do."

"Well doll, it's just as true." He whispers back to you, stopping as the signal lights turned from green to red. He looks at you. "I missed you as much as I'm passionate about you."

“Thank you.” you managed, the word barely above a whisper. You could feel the heat on your ears.

He snickered again, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “Don’t thank me yet, doll. I haven’t bought you dinner yet.”

"This better be the best steak you've ever bought for me."

He laughs. "Doll, I'd never give you subpar. I have more class than that."

You laughed at that, the tension in your shoulders easing as you allowed his words to wash over you. You could feel how he was so effortlessly playful, so at ease, and it brought a strange kind of calmness to your own nerves.

The car ride continued smoothly, the warm light of the headlights illuminating the road as you headed toward the steakhouse. It wasn’t too far, but the ride felt long enough to let you sink into your thoughts.

It wasn’t every day you found yourself in a car with someone like Sukuna, who felt both a mystery and a steady presence, someone so sharp and confident but somehow so easy to connect with.

When you finally arrived at the steakhouse, the scent of grilled meat, butter, and warm bread greeted you as you stepped inside. The place was cozy—dimly lit, with wooden tables and that unmistakable warmth that comes with a good steakhouse.

Ryomen Sukuna held one side of the double doors for you. You thanked him as you walked in, the sound of conversation and the soft clink of cutlery in the background creating the perfect ambiance.

You both settled into a booth near the corner, the soft lighting casting golden hues over the table. The waiter came quickly, and Sukuna ordered a bottle of red wine before either of you even looked at the menu.

"This is seems a lot fancy, darling." You tell him, looking at the menu.

“Trust me, doll.” he said with that sly grin of his. “You’re about to have the best steak of your life.”

You laughed and leaned back in your seat, finally letting yourself relax as the evening unfolded. "Hm, I trust you on that."

There was something about this moment. Well, there always was something, when it came to the two of you. But the quiet confidence of Sukuna, his sharp smirk, his steady presence beside you. It touched you. It felt easy, and yet entirely special.

You knew that tonight was more than just dinner. It was more than the show. This night felt like the beginning of something—something that neither of you could quite put into words, but both of you understood.

You could feel it in the air between you, the kind of tension that wasn’t just about attraction or charm but about connection—raw, unspoken, and lingering.

And as the wine was poured and the first course was set in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile. Steak, wine, and Sukuna beside you. You couldn’t ask for much more.

But then as the dinner came to a close, you halted.

The pile of snow stood stagnantly before you.

Ryomen Sukuna walked beside you, confused.

Your coat tight against your shoulders, the chill biting but exhilarating. You could feel his eyes looking at you. Without thinking, you scooped a handful of fresh snow and hurled it at him, sending a quick, breathless laugh into the cold air as you darted away.

You could almost feel Sukuna’s amused gaze on you as you ran. He wasn’t used to being ambushed, let alone caught in this kind of innocent joy.

But you knew he wouldn’t let you get away so easily. Moments later, he was on the move, gathering snow like a warlord preparing for battle. His voice, low and teasing, cut through the sound of your laughter:

"You can't escape, doll!"

The snowball fight that ensued felt like something out of a dream—a collision of laughter, warm breaths, and soft snow. His smirk was devilish, his steps purposeful and graceful as he advanced on you.

But he shouldn't underestimate you too. You always managed to stay one step ahead. His hands closed around fresh snow, and for a moment, you thought he would truly strike, but he hesitated, his laughter soft, rare, and genuine.

The way he looked at you in that moment, half-teasing, half-mischievous, it had made your chest tighten. This wasn’t just a playful moment.

It was a glimpse into the layers of Ryomen Sukuna, the man who could be cold, terrifying, and confident yet here he was: smiling, laughing, living in the moment with you. And only you.

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BY THE TIME YOU FINISHED, YOU WERE EXHAUSTED. Ryomen Sukuna had pelted you with quite a few heavy snow balls, which had caused you to freak out. It was already cold, but the snow balls were even colder. But that was jsut how it was. All is fair when it comes to a snow ball fight.

But you had not expected that Sukuna had managed to capture quite a fair bit of it on camera. And you were surprised about that. When he sent the video to you, you couldn't stop laughing. You were afraid you had peed yourself at one point.

And Sukuna had tried to calm you down as you both sat eating some hotdogs inside the car. But it was in vein as you had laughed so much again that you were crying. It had made your night even more complete than it already was.

It was the perfect moment to share, and you knew it. So only moments after returning to your hotel, you posted a short clip from that playful encounter on your Twitter account, since you posted your behind the scenes for your play in Instagram.

In the clip, you’re breathless and smiling, snow smeared on your gloves, as you toss the snowball at him and sprint away. You were laughing soon after like a little witch.

Ryomen Sukuna is right behind you, shaking snow from his fuschia pink hair, his expression amused and still untouchably cool, even as the snow melted around him.

Your caption was short and sweet, a perfect balance of your joy and subtlety:

Post-show snowball fight with my biggest fan! ❄️✨ Thank you for seeing the play, @ItsRyoSuku!!! 💖

The response was instant. Fans flooded your comments with fire emojis, heart eyes, and the overwhelming enthusiasm only your followers could muster. Your phone buzzed like crazy as the notifications rolled in:

🔥💖💬 “OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. IS THIS A DREAM???”

🔥💖💬 "UR KIDDING??? HE CAME TO WATCH Y/N'S DEBUT ON THEIR PLAY???"

🔥💖💬 "BRO HE LOOKS SO IN LOVE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK"

🔥💖💬 "may this sort of love find me cause omg???"

🔥💖💬 "the heart??? SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW???"

🔥💖💬 “THE CHEMISTRY?? I SHIP IT SO HARD.”

🔥💖💬 "GUYS WHERE'S THE CLIP OF THEM MEETING AT THE OUTSIDE OF THE THEATER???"

🔥💖💬 "boo i gotchu!!! [video link]

🔥💖💬 "they're so in love with each other oh my god its sick"

🔥💖💬 “I bet he could freeze the whole city with that smirk and still look cool doing it. 🥰”

You laughed as you scrolled through the endless barrage of messages before going to bed. Your followers and fans were always this energetic, but this time felt different. This was you and Sukuna. The iconic Ryomen Sukuna.

But then the notifications shifted to another familiar name—your cast members.

@MakiZenzzzz:

“Y/N, are you trying to melt New York with this post??? 😭 congrats on your play!!! rooting for you babes!!!❄️🔥”

@GojoSatoruuuuuu:

“Ohhh, this is definitely going to be a story. Be careful out there, @/RyoSuku looks like he might conjure a blizzard just for fun. 😉”

@ThisIsNanamiKento:

“This is so sweet. Excited for your play!!! And you really pulled off the snowball fight? Good for you. Hope you stayed warm. Stay cozy, Y/N!!!❄️”

The comments were pouring in like a symphony of support and teasing, and you couldn’t help but smile. But just when you thought the post couldn’t get any more iconic…

Ryomen Sukuna dropped his own response.

His post was cryptic, cool, and undeniably him. Alongside a stunning photo of himself standing stoically in the snow, his crimson eyes glowing faintly against the soft white backdrop, he wrote:

The play was decent. The snowball fight? Unfinished business. 🎭❄️ #NextTimeYouLose @/@TheOneY/N

You froze, staring at the caption, trying to decide whether to laugh, reply, or hide under your bed forever. The photo alone looked like a painting—he was sharp, elegant, the perfect embodiment of his unique brand of power and mystery.

Your fans were quick to dissect his words, of course.

💬 “OH MY GOD. HE JUST CHALLENGED Y/N AGAIN???”

💬 "are we just casually forgetting that he has to be back in tokyo today for his fansign but decided to come to see y/n and delayed his rest time for y/n???"

💬 "lord he yearns for y/n so bad this is killing me"

💬 "guys why can't yall be more like sukuna cause omg???"

💬 "bring back pathetic pining men omg </3"

💬 “Sukuna’s smirk could probably be a weapon in itself. 😩💥”

You knew you had to respond to that. There's no way you can't. You giggled as your fingers danced over your keyboard as you crafted your reply. With a sly grin, you typed:

“Oh, it’s on. I’ll bring my A-game next time. 🎯❄️ #UnfinishedBusiness”

You hit send, your heart racing. Within seconds, the comments and likes exploded.

🔥💬 “YESSSS! Y/N IS A QUEEN AND A FIGHTER!!!”

🔥💬 “We need a part two. I’m demanding a rematch. Let’s gooooo.”

🔥💬 "guys does this mean they're having dinner alone again soon omg???"

🔥💬 "sukuna liked that comment above me omg??? HE WANTS TO SEE Y/N AGAIN!!!"

🔥💬 "its crazy how we still don't know if they're dating or not"

🔥💬 "atp we're getting the confirmation when they already have a baby lol"

🔥💬 "just want them to get together so bad im ill"

🔥💬 “WAIT A MINUTE—are we going to get an actual snowball fight between them next time??”

It felt chaotic. Exciting. And you could feel the energy of your fans, castmates, and Sukuna swirling together. You leaned back into your pillow and laughed as you looked at the snow-covered streets visible from your window. The soft glow of the streetlights reflected off the snow, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world was wrapped in a kind of magic.

Then your phone buzzed.

You grabbed it from your bedside table, glancing at the name on the screen. Your heart gave a quick flutter when you saw it.

“Sukuna.”

You picked up and pressed it to your ear.

“Hey.”

His voice came through smoothly, deep and familiar.

“Hi, darling.” you said in return, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You already in the airport?”

“Mm, about to board for Tokyo.” he replied, his voice calm and steady. You could hear the faint sounds of announcements and distant footsteps in the background.

“I hope you get some sleep on the plane.” you said, your voice gentle. “You still have work tomorrow. I don't want your fans to be angry at me again for you being exhausted, darling."

“I’ll try.” he laughed lowly, that soft, warm sound that always managed to send a pleasant shiver through you. “But it doesn’t always happen, doll.”

You sighed, looking out at the glowing streets again, your heart warm. “Thank you for coming today,” you whispered, the words feeling fragile as they left your lips. “And... and for playing with me. Eating dinner and making me laugh too.”

There was a pause on the other end. A moment of stillness. You could feel his presence even through the phone, his gaze and attention focused solely on you.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, doll.” he said softly, his voice a bit lower now, intimate and tender. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

His words lingered in the air for a moment, the sound of his voice so close, so comforting. The silence continued to rule the two of you for a few more seconds before you sighed.

“I’ll miss you already." you murmured, the words escaping before you could stop them.

He chuckled, his tone warm. “I’ll miss you too. But you’ve got plenty to focus on here, don’t you? You’re a star now, doll. Keep shining.”

You smiled, unable to resist. “I’ll try my best.”

The conversation lingered, the sounds of the distant boarding calls coming through as you continued to talk—sharing words and laughter, even with the distance between you.

"Hey."

"Hm? What?"

"What... what are you doing on December 24th?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You could almost hear him processing the question. His voice came back after a moment, calm and steady.

"Nothing."

"Oh." You felt your face flush a little at how quick and simple his reply had been. Your voice stumbled as you tried to find the right words. "You see..."

"Are you asking me to have dinner with you, darling?"

His voice was sharp, teasing, but there was something warm in it too. You could almost picture his smirk as he spoke, his crimson eyes glinting like they always did when he was being a little too confident.

Your throat felt dry, and you hesitated, unsure of how to answer. His words made you nervous, but there was something about his tone—so assured, so comfortable—that only made you want to take the chance.

"Well..." you started, voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe you’d like to join me. If you’re free, of course."

Another pause. This one felt heavier, filled with a thousand unspoken thoughts. You couldn’t figure out whether he was considering it or just enjoying making you sweat.

His laughter broke the tension, low and smooth.

"Darling, you don’t have to ask me twice," he said, his voice dropping into that gentle purr you knew so well. "I’ll be there."

Your heart did a little leap.

"Really?" you asked, your voice brightening.

"Yeah." His voice was soft now, serious but still laced with warmth. "I’ll make time for you. December 24th, it’s a promise, okay?"

You could feel your cheeks warming further, but this time you allowed yourself to smile.

"Okay... it’s a promise between us then." you said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

He chuckled again, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

"Don’t act so surprised, doll." he teased. "You’ve got me wrapped around your finger already."

The line went quiet for a moment as the two of you stayed on together, and you felt your heart ease. Despite his teasing, his words had a kind of truth that you both had never truly discussed. Life was too busy. But you want to. You want to do it so badly. But not tonight. It's too early.

"Okay." you murmured, smiling to yourself. "I guess I’ll see you then."

His voice came back, soft and steady.

"I’ll be counting the days."

You found yourself staring at the snow once more. You felt lighter, happier, knowing that these moments—these fleeting bits of connection��were yours, even if they only came in small doses.

"Plane's about to board now."

"Okay."

You could feel him smile from across the phone. "Go get some sleep. I'll text you when I land, okay? Good night, doll."

“Safe travels, darling. Good night.” you whispered before hanging up.

And as you set your phone down, you allowed yourself to smile once again, knowing that this night had truly been magical in every way. By the next morning, you had a good long sleep and were ready for the next performance. And it was a hit.

[gingacat]

my third Yuu!!

(yes....... i actually tried to draw her in twst style 🤯)

personality, background and trivia under the cut!!

Personality

Ameyuki is a very gentle girl. She's more soft-spoken and calm than Miyuu, but also presents a calculating side.

Ame is a person who's careful with things and objects since she believes everything has a life (kinda like Toy Story). She has a nurturing nature and is overall really sweet and docile when she takes a liking to something or someone.

However, she has a tendency to see people as dolls and treat them like so.

As a kid, for example, she would incite fights between her classmates as if they were her dolls and she was playing with them, and afterwards would mediate the fight and help the classmates conciliate, just like she would do with her own dolls.

Now that she's older, she doesn't do that anymore, but is very aware of how she could easily manipulate and control people. Ame is careful and gentle because she associates the fragility of porcelain dolls to the feelings of people, and just like she wouldn't ever want to hurt or break a doll, the same applies to people.

Just like Ame would always take care of her dolls, she does the same to people. When she sees someone hurt, she'll always tend to them and take care of their injuries (if allowed of course). She even got to actually learn first aid because she doesn't want to see Miyuu nor the other students hurt.

Background

Ameyuki was born in the Chūgoku region of Japan, more specifically in Shimane, but was raised in Osaka.

Ame's mother, Matsuko, is the Prime Minister of Japan, while Ame's father, Daijirō, is a conman that made a living out of scamming people.

Ameyuki was raised by her father and never had any type of contact with her mother — and wasn't even aware of Matsuko's existence.

Being raised by a conman, Ameyuki was exposed to not the most ethical situations, especially when watching the relationships her father would establish with people. He would trick them, lie to them, control and manipulate them as if they were merely pieces of his Chess game.

But as an innocent kid, Ame's father was her hero. She loved Daijirō and every time he came back home, she would be scared that he would be hurt. Ame always worried for his well being, after all, he was involved with dangerous people. And she wasn't aware that he was dangerous too, and that all the things he did were actually hurting others.

But he would come back home, and everytime he did, he would bring a doll for her. Everyday, a new doll would be added to Ame's collection — and she loved all of them.

Despite being allowed to go to school, she wasn't allowed to go anywhere else on her own — not only because Daijirō's enemies could kidnap and hurt her, but also because she held value. After all, she is the daughter of the Prime Minister and Ame wasn't meant to be born. Because of this, Matsuko would do anything in order not to let Ameyuki's existence become public. This means that, well, Daijirō had control over the Prime Minister solely because of Ameyuki.

The only thing Ameyuki had to do in her house was playing with her dolls. It wasn't a problem for her, since she loved playing with them and the imaginary world of her dolls was real to her. Each of the dolls had a name and Ame loved them so much that she learned to make clothes for them. Sometimes she would sew little dresses, other times shirts, skirts, pants, and even make little shoes with materials she had at home. Ame would wash their hair, clean them so that they wouldn't get dusty and incredibly enough she also built a dollhouse alone (she had too much free time in her hands).

Unconsciously though, Ame would replicate her father's manipulative and controlling behavior with the dolls. Because the dolls were her friends, but it was Ame who would control them and decide everything about them, varying from the way they behaved to even their names or looks. And it got much worse, since before even realizing, Ame was already associating real life people to dolls too. She could control them and play with them — but they were frail, so she had to be careful not to break them.

Eventually, at the age of 17, Ameyuki found out she had three younger brothers that shared the same father as her, but the mother apparently was different. Her brothers seemed to live in an orphanage, which means that Daijirō probably had abandoned them (and the state of their mother was unknown). This broke Ame's heart and she snuck out of her house to meet her brothers despite not knowing the consequences, because her heart spoke louder.

When she arrived at the front of the orphanage, just as she saw three figures of what seemed to be a 13 year old, an 11 year old and an 8 year old boy, she was abruptly run over and lost her consciousness.

Trivia

Ameyuki: Ame (雨) means "rain" and yuki (雪) means "snow".

Amayado: Ama (天) means "sky, heaven", ya (谷) means "valley" and do (奴) "guy, fellow".

Her given names: Iridescent Shark (Floyd), Mademoiselle Pluie (Rook), Ame-san (Miyuu), Second Henchman (Grim)

Ame and Pluie mean "rain", and it is supposed to symbolize gentleness, but also carries a melancholy within.

Similarities she share with Miyuu: both of them speak in Kansai dialect, and both of them were raised by their fathers only.

Ame is scared to death of insects.

Her favorite animals are cows and horses, and she has this silly dream of owning a farm so that she could take care of the animals.

Her favorite club to visit is definitely the Equestrian Club.

Before going to Twisted Wonderland, she was considering becoming a nurse when older. (She's practically one now)

She has a tendency to only call people by their last names. Not only because it's more polite, but it's her way of replicating her father's behavior.

With Silver she doesn't have a choice, because he doesn't have a last name. 💀

Her favorite board game is Shogi and she taught it to the members of the Board Game Club.

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⤷ denki kaminari x reader

⤷ friends to lovers, mutual pining, coming-of-age vibes, inspired by the song “ultimately” by khai dreams

ultimately  i don't understand a thing i try to do the best i can i know you try to do the same

denki kaminari was never the smart one. he liked to joke around a lot but the truth underneath his charming smile was that he was terrified of failure. he was afraid that people didn’t see him as anything other than the dumb but funny kid in their class. just a yellow sticky note with a joke written on it, here to be laughed at and gone with a mild breeze. 

we’re just so bound to make mistakes you could call it a disposition i apologize for all your tears i wish i could be different

you were never the fortunate one. things just didn’t work out for you the way they did for other people. you could blame it on a lot of things, but you sometimes think that it boils down to the fact that some things weren’t meant to be. maybe you were one of them. maybe you never would be. 

but i’m still growing up into the one you can call your love i don't know if i’ll ever be enough i’m throwing in my chips i guess i tend to push my luck

high school always feels like it’ll last forever but one day you’re waking up and suddenly it’s all over. and the graduation ceremony is beautiful and everyone cries and then the tears stop when yaomomo announces the party at her house and mina announces the after-party at her house. it’s so strange that after the fun dies down you all realize this is the last time that all of you will be here, under one roof, all together. and it’s sad, of course, but also some strange kind of beautiful. that you’re all going to different places and becoming different people. 

and ultimately i believe we'll be okay it’s so cliché to say these things but repetition is a key

many promises are made the night of graduation. the usuals, to keep in touch and call every day and send pictures and meet up for the occasional hero team-up. but denki’s eyes have been fixed to you the entire night, and he’s got a promise for you too. of all the people in this room, you’re the one he doesn’t want to lose the most. so when the party is over, he swallows his pride and walks over to your dorm room on your very last night at u.a., trying not to stutter and not to trip over his own feet. you welcome him like you always do, and you spend a long time laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling as though you’re stargazing. the only stars are the glow-in-the-dark stickers still attached to the ceiling, though, but they’re enough to give denki hope. 

i think i’m better when i’m with you but i worry when you're gone i think i need to learn to love myself i must learn to be strong

“america is a long way from japan, huh?”

you blink, as if you’re hearing about it for the first time. “i guess so. it didn’t really occur to me until now, i guess.”

“i don’t know how i’m gonna spend my nights without our 1 am study sessions.” denki means it as a joke but he’s entirely serious. his life is going to feel so empty, he thinks, without you in it. 

“maybe you could try sleeping,” you giggle to yourself. 

denki snorts. “nah. i think maybe i’ll still stay up, but on facetime with you. it’ll be daytime there.”

“it’s crazy. i never thought i’d end up so far.”

“you could always come work in tokyo with me,” denki suggests, a not-very-sly wink following suit. 

you laugh. “as much fun as that would be, i think it’s time for me to be somewhere new. i can learn a lot in the u.s.”

he sighs a little. “i know.” he’s silent for a second before he asks the question that’s been weighing on him ever since you announced your departure for america. “do you think you’ll come back? after your sidekick residency, i mean.”

you think on it long enough to get denki’s heart racing with panic. “i don’t know. maybe. i guess we’ll wait and see, huh?” and then you smile and denki really wishes he could feel okay. 

so, for now we'll say goodbye although it pains me in my heart your words they come to me in memories they sing to me like songs

denki cries when he walks you up to the terminal. you cry when denki cries. you sit, a puddle of tears, embracing each other in the middle of the crowded airport as onlookers swarm to get around the commotion to their flights. 

he cries for several nights after you leave, and you cry in your hotel room while you scroll through your old pictures. 

but like anything else, you get used to the absence. the silence. 

it won't be long until i’m here soon i’ll make my arrival under shady trees, a quiet street the roads that i have traveled

tokyo is as lively as you remember it, you think as you watch the busy streets and bustling people and colorful scenery from your spot sitting in the patio of a corner café. you drum your fingers on your cup anxiously. you don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous, but the idea of seeing denki after all these years makes your heart race.

what if you look different to him? what if he can’t recognize you? what if you can’t recognize him? what if-

you whip around when you hear a familiar nickname of yours called in an even more familiar voice. 

a scream promptly erupts from a young blond man’s lips as he makes a beeline for you. 

a giant smile appears on your face and you begin to scream as well, running for him. 

“denki!”

you collide in the middle of the outdoor seating area, clinging on to each other with a surprising grip. 

denki pulls away and his grin is so wide. 

“you’re taller! and you’ve got a new hairstyle!” he exclaims, eyes roaming over you as he takes in your changed appearance. you look different, for sure, but you look like you. 

you shriek out loud, eyes landing on the metal hoops through denki’s ears. 

“you pierced your ears?!” you demand, bending his head awkwardly to better look at the decorations. 

denki laughs. “i tried to tell you!”

“i thought you were joking! and your bangs, look at you…” your hands remain steady on his cheeks and you get a good look at him, squinting dramatically. you beam at him after a minute of scrutiny. “you look good, denks.”

if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was blushing. “thanks. you look good, too…you always look good.”

ultimately it's a beautiful thing like flowers blooming in a lonely field the petals drift through crossing winds

there’s a very brief moment as you hold him, his hands on your forearms, eyes interlocked and bated breath, where everything feels like you never left. like you’ve been here with him the whole time and there’s never been anything but you and denki kaminari forever. 

it’s that ephemeral moment of beauty that lets you lean in and kiss him, like you both should’ve done so many years ago. 

and it’s everything you ever dreamed. his lips are soft, his hands are warm, and his bangs are tickling your nose. and it’s so perfect you can’t believe it took you this long to do it. 

that find their way to river streams that scent the water beautifully it takes me back to you it takes me back to you

you laugh breathlessly when you pull away after a very long moment. denki just stares at you in awe, dopey grin plastered on his face. 

“god, we should’ve done that forever ago,” he admits, bashful and pink-cheeked. 

“yeah, probably,” you agree, slinging his arm over you shoulder as you tug him along. he moves with you like a magnet, and it feels right to have him by your side again. 

“guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”

“i guess we will.”

icons from pinterest, not mine ; divider by @/saradika-graphics — i actually really like how this one turned out. i wrote the premise years ago and it finally hit me tonight to finish it. denki holds a very special place in my heart.

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.20. EPILOGUE

"you deserve a good life i hope we stay together i want this to last forever"

from a good life by eyedress, left in okayama, japan

CONTENT WARNING: a little suggestive :)

her breathing slows the moment she sees him.

he’s pushing his way past a group of men, lines forming at the corners of his hooded eyes as he gives them a smile and nod before he's making his way towards her again. 

he looks a little funny in his formal wear. she knows he hates it, and has probably been tugging at his stuffy collar all day. but it’s the same collar she grabs when he’s close enough, pulling him down to her level and crashing her lips against his.

his hands immediately find their way onto her body, roaming maybe a little more than they should in a room full of important people and coworkers, but that’s never mattered much to them. they’re acting like they haven’t seen each other in months, when in reality they woke up in the same bed this morning, legs entangled and hands intertwined even in their sleep.

“took you long enough,” she teases. she’s holding him close, her hand still fisted around his collar and she’s looking up into his eyes as he stares back down at her, a stupid grin on his face.

“i made it and i found you, didn’t i? that’s all that matters,” he shrugs before he looks behind her, standing back up straight as his face drops.

she turns her head to see what he’s looking at and smiles sheepishly when she makes eye contact with her best friend, his face covered by a mask as he looks at them in disgust. “in the middle of an entire crowd? really?” he says in disbelief, shaking his head as he walks closer and she removes her hand from rintaro.

neither of them have an excuse, so they only apologize to him in unison before he sighs. 

“should we go find osamu?” rintaro asks now that the three of them are together.

she nods, walking forward and taking lead of the group as they start to push through the crowds again, “he should be ready by now. or we’ll just bother him if he’s not.”

she waves to the people she knows and smiles at the ones she’s only seen in passing, trying to be polite. her status in the place has come in equal parts from her job and relationship with rintaro. in her last year of college, she'd decided to look into jobs within the sports industry. pulling in favors from old contacts, she had landed a job in publicity and taking photos of sporting events, along with akaashi. under kuroo’s management, they both followed multiple volleyball games. she tried her best to stay with rintaro’s team and akaashi often stayed with bokuto’s team.

when she had the time, she’d pick up a few portrait requests to keep things from getting mundane, although that was impossible anyway with rintaro in her life. they were nearly inseparable; you could always find them at each other's side. even as they tried to navigate through the party they were at now, he eventually caught up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep them from getting separated while omi followed behind them.

they’d get stopped by old faces she hadn’t seen in years and new faces she’d never seen, but that rintaro apparently knew. he’d introduce her as her wife, and sometimes the name still got to her. she’d feel her ears burn as he reached down to hold her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and rub his thumb across the wedding ring adorning her finger–a habit he had picked up and would likely never get rid of.

really, he’d been by her side for longer than just in these past few years. she’d been at his side since they were high schoolers, through the small lunch boxes she made for the four boys she had known closest then, and he was by her side through all of college. he was by her side watching her develop photos, listening to the stories behind them, and her stressors. then, they had been by each other sides officially the moment they had put that heart lock on that fence; a mark that would last longer than the both of them, even into their next life, where they’d find each other once more and fall in love with each other all over again.

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most likely a few bonuses! which i will continue to tag people for but just dm me if you don't want to be tagged for them <3

i think this is obvious, i tried to explain it a little bit in the written part but y/n did end up going into sports photography again!! she kind of missed it and thought it'd be fun to work closely with rintaro <3

idk what else to say! love notes is my child i will love her forever :) i hope you all enjoyed reading!

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