#hope you don’t mind if I bring Yuki in!

[thekingofmuses]

Once Kyo was finally finished cleaning and collapsed on the couch, the phone rang. Shizuka picked it up after the first ring.

"Kusanagi residence. Oh, Yuki! So nice to hear from you, dear! Oh yes, he’s here. One moment." She held out the phone to Kyo. "It's for you."

Kyo sighed, peeling himself off the couch to take the phone. "Hi, Yuki. No, nothing.

Right now?!

You serious?!

....

Yeah, I guess. It'll get me out of here for a while at least. See you soon then." He sighed again and hung up the phone.

"Gonna go take a shower. Yuki invited me over."

"Go then! I'll take care of that red-headed 'friend' of yours."

"Appreciate it, mom."

Iori's teeth were still bared at Shingo. Dealing with Iori in this state was akin to attempting to placate a vicious-tempered lion - any wrong move, and the other party would be mauled to death in an instant.

However, Chizuru was able to deal with him...to a certain degree. Iori hated that she knew him well enough to be able to neutralize him in a situation like this. Once she was out of the way, however...he'll deal with the annoying kid first.

After that, Kyo is next.

"Fine," Iori snarled as he started to follow Chizuru's lead. "But make this quick."

And thus started Iori's adventure in babysitting...and having to deal with more of Shingo's bellyaching on their shopping trip.

[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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Writing in between messages!!

🪡Chapter Twelve: Reminded me of You

You leaned against the table, watching a few other people walk in and out of the room. Although it was after class hours, there had more people in the studio than usual, though thankfully nothing too overcrowded.

“Hey, here’s your stuff, i’m sorry we had to meet up kinda late again,” Ino spoke as he handed you the folded shirt and pants. “Thanks, and don’t worry about it, I was gonna come in to work on Yuki’s dress anyway.” You fixed the outfit into your bag, and began walking off, Ino following behind. “Good luck on your project Ino, from what you’ve showed me I think it’s going really well.” From the short time you’ve been around him, you could tell Ino was very optimistic and social. When you met with him he’d usually go off talking about whatever to keep the conversation going, and it always seemed to work.

“Thanks y/n, I really hope so, though I think i’m just gonna go get something from the shop outside my dorm building and sleep. I’m done for today. What about you?” You two continued making your way out as you talked. “I’m visiting my friend, the one that’s helping out Yuji with his project.” From past conversations you had found out that Ino knew Yuji, and apparently Megumi too.

“Oh cool, you gonna go help them too?” “No, just bringing them some stuff from the store, Nobara sent me the location.” “Oh nice, well if we’re heading the same way I don’t mind walking around with you.” “Sure that’s fine.”

Unlucky for you, once you bought everything you wanted, two large bottle sodas and a couple bags of chips and candies, the cashier had told you they had just run out of bags. You tried your best to carry it, putting a couple in your bag, but not much could fit and the sodas were becoming uncomfortable to carry. You started considering just leaving some of it behind. “Need help?” You turned your head to see Ino, who only had a bag of chips in his hand. “If we’re going to the same building I can help you drop it off.” “um well.. that would be helpful, yeah.”

Yuji opened the door, only to find you and Ino, both with hands full. “Hey Yuji, surprise!”

“Y/n, Ino what are you guys doing here?” “I’m just helping out, but it’s nice to see you man!”

“Who is it?” you heard an all too familiar voice ask from behind Yuji. He whipped his head around to face Megumi who had shown up beside him. “Hey Megumi, long time no see!” Ino announced.

“Hey Megumi!”

Megumi got up from the small living area and walked to the kitchen island in the shared dorm between Junpei and his roommate, who was currently out somewhere. He saw Yuji excitedly grab a bag of chips and rip it open. Junpei leaning against the counter laughing at his behaviour.

“Megumi, I got you something, I remember you said you liked things that pair with ginger, and I saw these and thought of you, I don’t know if you’ll like it but there’s other chips if you don’t want them.” You held up a bag of some type of Lay’s flavored chips with ginger, he had never really seen them before, but just the fact that you had bought them with him in mind was enough for him to give them a try. “Thanks, these are actually my favorite.” A white lie never hurt anyone. Yuji spoke up, “Really I thought that-” “These are my favorite.”

Author’s Note: when i was writing the chip part i had lays wasabi and ginger chips in mind, they’re low key good ngl i recommend if anyone likes those flavors

hope you guys enjoyed!

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[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— just for tonight, i don’t hate you + katsuki bakugou.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when there’s a bounty over your head and a reward for your safe return to your soon-to-be husband and future king, touya todoroki… you should be mindful of who you fall for. you should pretend to hate the man who seeks the prize money you’d bring. and the dragon prince, katsuki bakugou, should probably do the same.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, angst, arguments, one-bed trope, enemies to lovers, love confessions, arranged marriages, fingering, marking, biting, scratching creampies, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, slight!infidelity, fantasy!au, fem!reader, dragon prince!bakugou.

⭑ words — 2.8K.

⭑ notes — happy valentine’s day my sweets!! here’s a precious little fic for you, a commission from the darling @peonies-and-teacakes and beta read by @yuki-no-akumu !! i hope you guys enjoy and remember that ily <3 mwah mwah !! - m.list ✩

“s-sir…i am so sorry.”

don’t. 

“t-there’s been some kind of mistake!”

don’t you say it.

“unfortunately the room at our inn you’d requested for tonight has been double booked…”

don’t you dare say it.

“we can only offer you the alternative which is a single bed, again sir, i-i’m so sorry.” 

it’s not the clerk’s fault, it’s a simple mistake that anyone could make at an inn located in one of the busiest travelling towns in all of Aethopia— but it shouldn’t have happened to katsuki bakugou. it’s the worst thing that could have ever happened to katsuki bakugou. “you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” the dragon prince snarls, almost resembling the mystical creature acting as his tribe’s crest— teeth white, sharp and menacingly on display. “all this fuckin’ coin spent on a useless, shitty inn ‘nd you can’t even book the right room?”

the clerk shrinks back, visibly shaken as they hand over a set of room keys to the blonde. “s-so sorry! s-sir!” they add timidly, flinching as they clatter into bakugou’s palm and he snatches the metal away from them.

“sorry ain’t gonna cut it, what a waste of my coin! i ain’t ever comin’ back to this shithole.” he continues to snap, and with a swish of his red woven cape, bakugou’s gone— storming away and outside of the reception, filled with enough rage to fan the flames of a dragon’s fire. you’re waiting for him with his horse, tending to it as he steps into the cool outside. the forest trees sway with the prince’s arrival but don’t do anything to distract you from running your fingers to the snow-white coloured steed. 

you’re beautiful and that angers katsuki. you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen in all of the moons he’s existed— you shine under the light of the silver crescent, as if glitter is speckled all over your skin or you’re covered in a layer of diamonds.

your smile as his horse chuffs and nudges you with its head is precious, more valuable than any gem found in this world’s greatest mines. your dress isn’t made out of the finest materials, but it fits perfectly around your sweet dips and curves— it’s pretty. you’re pretty. there’s something about you that makes a mess of katsuki’s pulse, that steals his breath away and he hates you for it. 

you’re supposed to be an ordinary girl, you’re supposed to be just a pile of coin to him— a reward for returning you, prince touya of Ignis’ runaway bride. there was a hefty bounty hanging over your head for your safe return to his royal highness’ side, for you were to be the tool that helped to clean up prince touya’s act and get him prepared for kingship. again, you weren’t meant to be anything more to katsuki, in fact, if he had to he would force himself to despise you— you make him miserable, he has to remind himself that you’re just a prize. nothing more, nothing less. 

despite the blonde’s plan to have you back in the hands of the todoroki family— he’s had his doubts. rumour has it that touya todoroki, better known to lesser folk as dabi, is an evil brute. one with little regard to the women he’s kept or invited up to his royal chambers. other whispers on the street have mentioned that you were a spoiled little village girl from within their kingdom, refusing the life the todoroki’s were to offer you. 

that was another reason for bakugou to hate you— you were a brat that ran away because touya wouldn’t feed you with a silver spoon, because he was the first man in your existence to be unkind and you couldn’t find it in yourself to put up with it despite being set for the rest of your life. 

katsuki bakugou of the dragon tribe had found you just outside of his territory— half dead, your clothes torn and a second away from being hunted by the mythical monsters that prowled them. you resented him, for what he did next. you had the audacity to be mad at the dragon prince for saving your life and nursing you back to health. you blame him for the miserable outcomes of your life and for having his heart set on returning you back to touya todoroki, blaming him for it all.

at the time, the pair of you had argued. bakugou had called you a stupids and naive little girl— who wouldn’t want to be married to a future king? you wouldn’t have a single thing to worry about if you did, your every need would be taken care of without you even asking. you wouldn’t have to kill for your next meal, worry about when or where you could sleep next, spend every day fighting for survival. clearly you both had different views on the world, and what should have been gratefulness turned into hatred.

bakugou had tied your wrists, dragged you kicking and screaming back on the route straight to the todoroki castle— reuniting you with your Prince Charming. so far, you’d made this journey hell, almost cost him fights and got him in trouble with clients or employers. you were embarrassing.

and in your eyes? katsuki was your fairytale villain. he was a selfish, ugly bastard who wouldn’t let you steal your freedom, all for some money. you hated bakugou with every fibre of your being and every ounce of your heart and he knew. he knew this, but that didn’t make it any easier to handle when you look at him like his every step scorches the earth.

scowl at him like you do now.

like he was the most awful man in the world. like he was touya. who he had heard from stories didn’t handle women in the best of ways.

“what, ya still mad at me, princess?” bakugou asks as he approaches you, the twigs snapping under his boots grabbing your attention. 

before arriving at the inn, the dragon wielder had told you that you were a useless airhead— one that couldn’t survive on her own and needed a man to save her. you’d slapped him hard without hesitation and neither of you’d spoken until now. “of course i am, don’t ask stupid questions, you barbarian,” you spit harshly, turning back to the horse at hand. “did you get the room? i’m tired and sick of looking at your face.” 

he almost flinches back to avoid being hit by your venomous words but instead retaliates. “i did ‘n yer stuck with me, sweetheart, there’s only one bed.” 

“you’re kidding, right?” your eye twitches as you spin on your heel to face katsuki once more and the blonde braces himself for an onslaught of your slander. “oh! bakugou. you’re such an incompetent fool. you can’t even book an inn on your own, so you need a woman to do that for you?” you throw his words from earlier back into his face like an acid burn that’s been waiting underneath your tongue.

“i didn’t wanna be stuck with your ass anyways! quit complainin’!” 

“well, if you insist on not being stuck with me, perhaps releasing me before we reach the todoroki’s is a good idea—“ 

“— fat chance, princess.” bakugou scoffs back. “not with the bounty over your head. puttin’ up with your shitty attitude will be fuckin’ worth dealin’ with until you’re back with ‘em.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to retort, heading back into the inn whether you follow him or not. 

katsuki is glad that you don’t, at least not straight away— wanting to calm down the ache you’ve inflicted upon his hatred-blackened heart.

though he might hate you, katsuki can always tell when you’re crying.

around the same time every night and throughout your travels, your shoulders shake as sobs rack your body while you think he’s fast asleep. of course, the dragon prince feels bad— he’s practically handing you off to the devil in exchange for a lump of cash. you’ve been down on your luck and the blonde feels partially responsible for that. 

rolling over to face you, bakugou watches with a deep frown as you keep your eyes on the wall opposite you— not daring to acknowledge him. “‘m sorry… about what i said,” he feels guilty but only just, unsure of his next words. “‘bout this touya thing… and all the men that have hurt you. i’m—” he takes a breath. “sorry about everything. i only treat you that way ‘cause i don’t want ya to end up lost like me…” he doesn’t want you to fall for him, to stay with him.

silence echoes between you both but katsuki can tell that you’ve calmed down from the way your body stops shaking and your hiccups quieten down. “you care about me, bakugou?” rolling over, the blonde finds himself lost in the sparkle of your galaxy eyes yet again— hating you for it, fighting down his love for you.

you’re close, way too close and everything beneath the sheets is hot. “shut up, princess.” bakugou whispers, not realising that the warmth of his breath is coasting over your lips wetly. before either of you know it, you’re kissing— mouths slotting against one another, tongues rolling over each other sloppily as you swap spit and pour undisclosed feelings into one another. his hands slip under your flimsy excuse for a night-gown, trailing up the good meat of your thighs, the soft curves of your waist and hips. you have him in shambles, with the way you gasp quietly at his thumbs swiping at the swell of your breasts— just brushing over your pebbling nipples. you coo and cry and he takes more from you, tugging on your lower lip with shining rows of pearly whites and licking into your mouth to swallow your whistle-tone moans.

“quiet, princess,” bakugou’s mouth is hot, blisteringly slow— his tongue leaving trails of clear, thick saliva along the planes of your skin. “gotta be quiet, baby, can’t wake anyone up, yeah?” the sharp edges of his teeth just graze your salt-licked flesh, barely nipping it. katsuki knows better, he can’t leave marks. he can’t return damaged goods to the soon-to-be king. to the touya todoroki. “so good, such a good girl.”

“o-oh! k-katsuki!” you stutter out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and locking away the stars as the dragon prince’s hand fumbles between your hot and heavy bodies. he finds your clit, swollen and sticky— pulsating beneath rough fingertips. “p-please, i need you. please, katsuki. n-need–!” you sing your praises to the high heaves, the letters of his name rubbed into your pretty pussy as he plays with it between your slick, doughy thighs.

a single finger slips past your fluttering entrance, but he doesn’t dare let up on your pleasure nub— circling it diligently. “shut up, yeah?” the man slurs into your neck, spreading your pussy lips apart to finger you deeper, faster— losing his sanity listening to the sound of you squelch. “i hate you…r���member that. h-hate you— fuck…” 

“hate you, s’much. o-oh, right there!” your own set of fingers curl in sandy blonde locks tightly pulling him back up to your face for a kiss. but his eyes, your eyes, they both speak forbidden and unspoken love. your other hand grasps at his throbbing cock, arousal spilling over your knuckles and straight from the tip. his chest rumbles in pleasure, hips rutting into your closed fist languidly before he swoops down to lure you into the forest of temptation, the haze of another uncoordinated, messy kiss.

you mewl into one another’s open mouths, swollen and cherry lips meshing together— this? whatever you’re doing together, a pile of sweaty limbs moving in sync with one another…it’s everything either of you have ever wanted. playing pretend, hating one another face to face and loving one another in secret. katsuki curls his fingers, pressing down on your g-spot and you run your thumb through the seedy slit of his cockhead…eager to please one another. to love one another.

“put it in, katsuki.” gasping but demanding, you call to him— hungry for more, to have his everything. he wants to, god he wants to. but what if he hurts you? what if you fall apart like fragile glass? what if touya—? you grab at the blonde’s chin, guiding his gaze up to yours and his thick girth to your clenching, unfilled hole. “just for tonight, one night. show me how you truly feel about me katsuki…make love to me.”

you’re giving him a chance, giving him this one last night to deflower the prettiest, most beautiful thing katsuki bakugou has ever held in his bare, monstrous hands. wrapping your legs around the slenderness of his waist, you lock your ankles at the small of his back and squeeze to draw him closer. his milky shaft pushes through your arousal soaked folds, clear strings of it clinging to every vein that decorates the length of him.

both of you shudder once he’s bottomed out inside the warmth of your velvety, silken walls. he’s as deep as he can go, stretching you over him with slow rolls of his hips and his balls heavy with cum, seated at the curve of your ass. “f-fuck, you’re tight, princess,” katsuki whines, wrapping his arms around your head to pin you to the bed beneath him. he fills you to the brim, brings tears to your eyes as he splits you apart and pieces you back together with every single thrust. your g-spot is a victim to endless ectasy given to you by his mushroomed tip as it rams against you, desperately. 

rolling your hips up to match his pace, you swallow the saliva pooling on the palette of your tongue— skin buzzing with lust while you mark up the blonde’s back. you leave tiger-claw patterns across his tanned back, red and raw before mussing up his hair pulling him closer until either of you have room to breathe. his breath is ragged against the shell of your ear, thrusts rampant each time he plunges into your souse, salacious pussy.

katsuki drowns himself in you, and like an alcoholic reaching for another drink— he’s addicted. he groans pathetically when you bite him, kiss him and spit into his mouth until he’s babbling and brainless. you bite his shoulder to keep quiet but the bed creaks loudly enough to cover your harmonised moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly. 

“i love you,” you breathe weakly, body wracked with shakes when bakugou slips out of your cunt from how fast he's pounding you into the sheets, tied to you only by strings of slick.

he says it back, instantaneously while forcing himself back into your addictive heat, desperate to get you both to your highs. “i love you.” next he finds your clit again, using three fingers to tap at it so that you tremble cutely beneath him. “hold it, princess. hold your orgasm. p-promise it’ll feel good, kay?” the dragon prince pulls back only just, dragging his seedy tip along your insides and you whine at the loss of being so full. “promise me that when he’s fucking you, when touya makes you his bride a-and weds you, his pretty virgin bride…that you’ll think of me ‘n me alone.”

“i-i promise,” you murmur, playing with the baby hairs on the base of katsuki’s neck, looking up at him lovingly as you clench down on him at his claim— dripping sweet nectar down his balls.

only then does katsuki put his entire weight on you, jutting into you all at once, nearly breaking the bed as it hits the wall behind you over and over. his cock swells inside of you, close to bursting and cumming inside of you. with one, two, three more calculated thrusts you’re thrown over the edge— the dopamine high of your orgasm crashing over your brain while you squirt clear streams over his lower tummy and cock.

he’s right behind you, following the stream of your sweet essence that nearly forces him out of you. thick, hot ropes of cum paint your insides belonging to the man that you love, filling you up to the brim. katsuki collapses on top of you with one last kiss, your foreheads pressed together and the crude mix of your arousal leaking from your tiny hole, onto your shared sheets.

“i don’t…i don’t hate you,” you stutter once both of your breathing has evened out, teary eyed because you can’t say that you love him again. it’ll make it too real, neither of you can have that if you’re promised to touya and bakugou has promised to take you back to the ruthless future king.

“niether do i,” katsuki breathes back, wiping your eyes with the pad of his thumb, using a delicate touch. 

he couldn’t help it, loving you but at least he got to…just for tonight.

[cursingtoji]

🎙️ just saw your post asking about blog recs…step up to the stage bc i need some!!!!

BLOGS RECOMMENDATION <3

�� mostly jjk, but also chainsaw man and aot

*taping the mic* okay here are my nominees with some fics recomendations as well

disclaimers!

lemme start saying so plot is everything to me, pwp can be hot but i'll hardly remember it afterwards, that being said here's some writers that can do both great plots and hot scenes.

also while digging i realize i wasn’t following some of those and if you noticed im sorry im dumb but i truly love your writing.

i tried to tag every active blog i could remember but it’s possible i forgot a few since i’ve been reading more jjk recently. if i forgot you im so sorry please don’t take offense.

many blogs i loved were deactivated, rest in piece great works they had.

everything i read i reblog under the tag #recs

@thekillingmoonmoon ofc moon is the first one i think when the topic "best writers" come up, i freaking love her and everything she does its not even fair to pick one thing so im picking 3, this super passionate toji work that i re-read at an alarming frequency (which btw i consider my own personal gift). yakuza choso and yuki aka the hottest duo ever. the cherry on top is her kishibe series (just realized i gotta catch up on)

@rinhaler - luxe is def on my top 3, she comes up with very organic scenes. even if it's a simple plot she can develop it so originally. I recently read her underground fighter!sukuna and i'm still thinking about it.

@laudthingcat has the best headcanons in the jjk fandom hands down, it’s the perfect dose of hot funny and cute, pick anything from her masterlist it’s guaranteed you’ll have a good time reading it. when you moan their name in your sleep in particular gives me butterflies

@meownotgood is obviously the best aki writer out there, you can see the love for aki in their words and how they write him so well and so into character. arrival in tokyo is truly a masterpiece, they also have a +100k words series i've been wanting to read for a while but i want to rewatch chainsaw man first hehe, i'm 100% sure is fire tho.

@kentoangel roma writes choso like she's in love with him and you can tell. shes always on my for you and even her snippets are *chefs kiss* special kudos to stepbrother!choso

@kentopedia i just realized i'm assigning a writer per character and nanami is definitely rylie's. the domestic lovely way she writes him makes me forget canon.

@tojisun another blog that is very often on my for you page. cannot talk about toji fics without bringing up sun, everything she writes about him has me furiously nodding. not to mention simon and konig, just talking about them makes me wanna run to her blog and binge read everything

@chocochipsushi 's bodyguard toji is unforgetable to me, i wish i lost my memory so i could read it all again for the first time. bodyguard toji is the definition of living rent free in my mind, whenever i have to deal with annoying coworkers i immediately think “bodyguard toji would not allow them to talk to me like that”

@suget one of the greatest geto writers for sure, they have so many geto works, i was going through their blog to find the one i read more recently and there was so many others i haven’t seen! another writer i could very easily spend a whole day binge reading. btw this cult leader one was recommended to me and i fell in love with it <3

@staryukis has the cutest gojo drabbles

@tonycries brooklin baby was recommended to me by moon and it had me by the neck! also they have many other works im hoping to read soon as well

@mommypieck isayama created reiner but they created subby reiner

@titan-fodder ‘s the tinniest notion The Best Reiner fic in all the existence of the universe (tw: stepcest kinda?)

@nanaslutt mma!toji made feel every emotion possible so intensely

[thatsdemko]

one last ride for the alpha - p.gasly & y.tsunoda

masterlist

requested: y but also n

pairings: Pierre gasly x fem!reader & yuki tsunods x fem!reader + nsfw ideas mentioned

warnings: not intended for minors + mentions of Pierre being a tripod

a/n: loved love affair and ride that like a Mercedes? I’m back with another one of these bad boys 😁😁🫶feedback is always appreciated xx

ps: hope this eases our pain and suffering of that Miami race 😔🫶

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

it’s a bittersweet ending for Pierre, one last time riding along side his best friend. the season was a rollercoaster, it always is, but Pierre is excited to move forward and be out of Red Bulls grasp once and for all.

“that’s it for us.” yuki leans against his friends shoulder, hair tickling his friends chin, “aren’t you going to miss me?”

Pierre laughs, “miss you? no!” he jokes, shoving the Japanese man off of his body trying to get up from the booth of the table they are situated at.

the drinks keep flowing, sake is being shoved down his throat while they listen to others sing karaoke. the girl on the stage has Pierre mesmerized, the guy she came with left hated the public embarrassment she was bringing to him, so she and Charlotte both sang together, instantly clicking.

the songs over, and Pierre pushes himself up from the seat, swerving around the tables and people, meeting you in the middle, “I knew you were looking at me.” you say, index finger pulling his shirt collar closer to you.

“hard to look away,” he pushes the hair out of your face, “you’re just too hot.” he tries to press his lips against yours, but you pull away.

“get me a drink first then you can kiss me.”

and he does, but he gets you so much more than that. more than what you can say thank you for, because the way he’s treating is better than the guy you came with.

he works you slow, hand moves up your thigh, you hardly notice until his finger nails are pulling on the fabric of your panties. it’s when you turn around from giggling with Charlotte to see what he’s doing, “you have a mind of your own, don’t you?”

“you want to get out of here?” his voice is low, fingers pushing your hair off your shoulder you can’t help but nod you can’t say a word.

and you basically don’t the whole night, the only thing that comes from you are moans and gasps while he goes at you all night. he’s big, what did you expect? of all the rumors you’ve heard, they were true, he was ten times better than you ever expected him to be.

he moves slow, takes his time discovering every inch and area of you, it makes you twitch and squirm, he’s so good at that. he knows how to make you whine, how to make you cum in a matter of seconds, he’s just that good.

you don’t think anybody could be better than that.

—

when you wake up the next morning, the person you see is half who you expected to see. how did you end up here? how’d you end up in his bed and not the others? what happened that you don’t remember?

when you turn over to look at the nightstand for the time, you’re met with bottles of sake in your field of vision making you moan. this is how you ended up here.

“time?” he asks, thick Japanese accent shining through, he lets out a raspy groan when you don’t reply fast enough. the phone in between you both lights up and instantly he reaches for it.

“no, no I’m fine. yeah she’s here, why do you ask?” he pulls the phone away from his ear and over to yours. you don’t even have time to make a reaction before the cold device is held against your ear.

“ah cherie, have fun last night? I did, and I’m sure yuki did too! quite a show I’ll say, singing and all.” he chuckles, the sound of his laughter sends a pounding to your head. you want him to stop, but you can barely vocalize your needs without feeling a fire in your throat and the nausea wave through your body.

you’re mumbling trying to find words to come out of your mouth, but your voice box cracks and nothing comes. those boys must’ve truly broke you, you think to yourself.

when you look over at the man beside you, who’s now peacefully asleep once again, some of it floods back. how he held you while you rode him, the way his hand pressed against your throat, and how he had you begging on your knees. it’s the minor details you remember, but it’s clearly why you’re in this state in the first place.

“enjoy your slumber with yuki, I’ll come get you tonight. wear that black dress you were talking about, I still have those heels of yours you claim that match.”

[imagineanime2022]

Zen

Hatsuharu Sohma X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1069

A/N: First off the song is Zen by Jacob Lee and second I left this kind of open ended because I love him and Rin together but I also love him in general so read this how you like 😘

I hope that sacrifice is worth it Leave my heart inside another person Always knew that I’d find my purpose, living as a servant Taking on the roles they can’t let go

You’d give anything to Haru if he asked for it, you knew that he gave everything for everyone else, that was why you spent every morning you made an extra lunch and brought it with you everyday and why you would spend every lunch looking for him to hand it over with a big smile however today he decided to ask about it.

“Why do you always bring me lunch?” He asked one day as you swapped something with Momiji. “Because you never bring lunch for yourself, you're too busy worrying about everyone else.” You answered honestly. “Do you want me to stop?” “No that’s not what I was saying but surely this causes you trouble.” He frowned. “Not really but even if it did, the sacrifice would be worth it.” You answered with a smile as Momiji watched you both, he didn’t say anything. “Thank you.” He finally said as you graved with the rare sight of a real smile from Haru and it was from then that you promised that you would look after him while he looks after everyone else.

If you knock once or twice I'll invite you to share my design I'll let you visit my thoughts If you stay in your spot And you never try crossing that line If I lend you my hand Would you lend me some time with your mind? I'll write down all that you want 'Cause I learn quite a lot When I live through these lives that aren't mine…

It was a couple of weeks later when you were walking past Haru class that you heard a crash. You glanced in to see that Haru was the one that caused it, he had explained before what happened when he got angry, you reached your hand out towards him “Haru!” You called, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes softening once he saw you. “What?” He asked. “You wanna punch something? I got something you can punch.” You said wiggling your fingers, he grit his teeth for a moment before walking over to you and taking your hand you lead him to the exit of the school and to the boxing ring that your father owned.

Momiji led Yuki, Tohru and Kyo to the classroom that he had left Haru in, they all frowned at the lack commotion, when they all walked in there was no damage and no Haru “we don’t have time for this you stupid rabbit are you lost again!?” Kyo asked, smacking him in the head. “No I’m not lost, this is where he was!” Momiji answered, hand coming up to his head as he flinched away from another hit. “Excuse me, have you seen Haru?” Yuki turned to one of the girls that had been chatting with her friend. “Oh he was here a while ago, he looked really angry about something and (Y/N) came in said there was somewhere that they could go where he could punch something and he left with her.” The girl explained. “(Y/N)? Who’s that?” Kyo asked. “Oh… Um we meant to tell you about her… Well on our first day here, Haru forgot his lunch, so she gave him hers that day, claimed that she already ate, turned out she didn’t really have many friends so she ended up with us a lot of the time.” Momiji explained. “There’s something else.” Yuki said. “Well, she’s like our Tohru, she grabbed me one day when I was about to fall and she found out, we never told anyone Haru didn’t want Akito to know.” Momiji explained. “So do you know where they are?” Kyo asked. “I think so, she mentioned somewhere her dad runs.” Momiji answered.

You stood behind the punching bag and smiled as you leaned your weight against it “punch it like you mean it.” You encouraged him. “Are you sure you can handle it sweetheart?” He asked with a smirk. “Pretty sure I can Dark.” You winked before tapping the bag again “hit it.” Haru drew his hand back and hit the bag as hard as he could. “You got power, don't know how to put it into your fist though.” “What’d you say?” He asked leaning forward so his face was inches from yours, a wide smirk on his lips, you still had a teasing one on yours. “I said that you don’t punch right.” You informed him coming around the punching bag showing him how to curl finger and twist his fists as he landed the punch. Haru knew how to fight, you both knew that, you were just teasing him but the way that it seemed to distract him led you to teaching him things you were sure he already knew. “Alright… Why would you be out here with me? Why are you missing class to help me?” Haru asked between punches as you held the bag for him. “My grandmother always joked that the females or my family were givers, they found someone who needed them and gave them everything that they could, my grandmother found my grandfather a veteran who needed a home, my mother found my father a delinquent who needed someone to believe in him and me… I found the ox spirit who just needed someone to listen.” You explained, you hadn’t even noticed that he stopped punching. “I know a look of heartbreak when I see one, which is why I’m not going to ask you to return the feelings, I’ll be here friend or more, I promise.” Haru wished that he could hug you but instead he pressed his forehead to yours. “T-thank you.” He said softly, his hand pressing to the back of your head to keep you in place as tears streamed down his face.

Tohru was straight crying as she watched the both of you, Yuki smiled softly and Kyo rolled his eyes. Momiji watched you both without a single word, just happy that both his friends were okay “you ready to go back?” You asked, they were all shocked out of their states as Kyo grabbed Tohru and they all ran out of the boxing ring and back to school before either one of you saw them.

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[akumicchi]

𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡.

112 prayers

A hopeful message with no destination.

You will never be too heavy for me.

Content: angst, breakdown, hints of depression. Suguru's POV. OC appearance.

I smelled it before I saw it. I felt it before I heard it; the presence, the humming. I had never entertained the idea of time travel. No one could actually predict a forced turn in the highway of time, even if Back to the Future made it look so comical. Despite that, I found myself basking in that presence, in that humming, and let it drive me off to when I was a child: innocent and safe.

“Mom?”, hoarse. Silence. A knot of guilt tightened itself up inside my chest. ‘Don’t go’.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”, there weren't the walls of my room around me, no posters, no bookshelves nor pictures. In fact, there was no room at all. Just an open field I didn't know, somewhere I couldn't remember. I wasn't curled against my mother either. It was just Hogo, and it made me more at ease than expected.

Not being alert in a strange place was a punch to my instincts, but I couldn't bring myself to care aside from a simple:

“Where are we?”

“We’re at school. I carried you here, remember?”, oh yes. She and her stupidly strong arms. “You fell asleep though, so you probably don't”. 

I did remember not wanting to come, earlier that day. The air had felt like lead for the entire … month?, weighing heavy on my lungs with each breath. Every layer of clothing was a tight rope made of rubber. It didn't matter how much I tried to fight the dark clouds, they only grew thicker and tighter. It was exhausting. It'd be way easier to just give into the misery. ‘Ah… everyone would be so disappointed to see me like this, choosing the easy way. But I can't carry this and pretend anymore’. So I hid from sewing fake smiles on my face. I just wanted to drown in the pain without witnesses.

Despite that, I let her in.

“C'mon, I want to show you something.”

“I don't really feel like walking anywhere right now”, it had been four days since Tsukumo Yuki talked to me on that very bench, and left me with more thoughts than I could manage. I needed quiet. “Maybe next time”.

Hogo crouched in front of me. Her voice was soft, the one she used when talking to kids. “Please, it won't be long, I promise. We go and then we come back. You will like it”, her eyes were clouded with worry, she looked pretty like that too, “You don't even have to walk if you don't want to”.

“Hmm? How come? You can teleport now, too?”, I cocked a brow, feeling the slight tug of a smile against my will. ‘The things she makes me do’. Her hands closed and opened for a second. She wanted to hug me, and the realization of this loud and clumsy girl being so mindful around me made my chest ache. 

“Well, I'll show you if you agree to come with me”, she sang quietly with a spray of confidence.

I was so eager to get an answer to these haunting questions. Haibara’s response was as simple as his own mind. Tsukumo Yuki’s, on the other hand… It was complicated. Or maybe it wasn't? Maybe I had made my choice? But what if I was wrong? How could I know? What would she say? I wanted her thoughts, a piece of her mind to tell me…anything.

‘But not now’. The scent from her neck lulled my senses quiet. The tree leaves above our heads were kind enough to shield us from the summer afternoon. Hogo’s hand traced my skin, untangling my worries stroke by stroke. My legs were folded on her lap, and the vague memory of being cradled this way made me feel so innocent. Too warm to think. Too soft. Too comfortable.

She had a book propped up against my thigh. It was open roughly around the middle.

“What are you reading?” 

“112 prayers at midnight”, she hummed, eyes not leaving the pages.

“That's an odd number of prayers”.

“Yeah. It's a story about a non-believer trapped in a time loop trying to save his loved ones after losing them to a mistake… He prays every time for the loop to restart.”

“For a non believer he surrendered fast… At least he has a second chance”.

Silence settled between us. A few seconds later she spoke again.

“Hum, I thought about that too, ‘To pray for time to go back, it's so unfair’. But as twisted as it is, I just can't stop reading. Maybe I'll be surprised”.

“Who’s that god that answers at the first call? That's a real surprise. I'd like to meet him”, that was a slip. My throat tightened and by no means I expected how broken I actually sounded.

Her arms held me closer. When she pressed her lips against my forehead, a sob almost broke through every wall I had built.

“Me too”.

Stop being like this. Don't hold me, don't carry me somewhere calm, don't kiss me so softly. Stop making me feel so small! I don't want the sun, I don't want the breeze, I don't want clouds, or words, or songs, or flowers; I don't want any of it!!

“Shh… it's okay, I've got you”.

[hunieday]

8th Anniversary story - Chapter 4 : Take on the new project.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

[Okazaki agency]

Yuki: Huh? A different unit from Momo?

Momo: We’re going to be separated?!

Rinto: That’s right. What do you wanna do? Will you decline?

Momo: What about the idols from the other agencies?

Rinto: Apparently Takanashi Production and Yaotome Production are actively considering taking it.

Momo: I see… If everyone’s fired up to give it their all, then let’s give it our all too!

Momo: You enjoy working with our juniors, right Yuki?

Yuki: I don’t particularly dislike it, but whether or not Momo is present makes a big difference in how at ease I am.

Momo: Sweet! I’m glad I can help my darling out!

Yuki: Well I still want you to help me.

Momo: If I really can’t help you now, maybe you should end up with juniors you're very friendly with, Yamato-kun for example.

Yuki: Huh, Yamato-kun. Can I go with him?

Rinto: They’re planning to select the shuffle members through an internal and a customer survey…

Yuki: Can’t we pull some strings if it’s for TV?

Rinto: It’s more of an advertising project than a TV program, so I don’t think it’s possible…

Momo: If they want to form shuffle units based on the beverages’ themes, it would make sense they’d want to have people with similar images in the same unit.

Yuki: We’re most likely gonna be assigned different teams. Yamato-kun’s definitely getting the beer association. My image tends to lean more towards wine.

Momo: I doubt it’s gonna be alcohol.

Yuki: Juice perhaps? Then, Momo’s definitely gonna be with momorin…

Rinto: Oh…

Yuki: What?

Rinto: I promised not to mention the company’s name… but it’s not momorin’s manufacturer.

Momo: Momorin! I love you, but goodbye!!

Yuki: Tell that to me as well.

Momo: Yuki! I love you, but goodbye!!

Yuki: That would normally hurt me… But, well, it’s my job so I’ll do my best.

Yuki: Maybe it’s not bad at all. Since we’ll be in different units, I’ll watch you perform from the audience seats.

Momo: Let’s bring fans for each other! I’ll wave my penlight the hardest…!

Yuki: I'll find you wherever you are.

Momo: Darling, you’re so handsome! I’m super looking forward to these temporary units!

Momo: I’m also intrigued by this anonymous company………….!

Yuki: What’s wrong, Momo?

Momo: Ah, no…

Momo: Listen, Okarin. Did that company have a recent change in owners?

Rinto: What… I’m not sure. Why does that matter to you?

Momo: Oh, nothing! Just curious. Thought it might be a company I knew.

Yuki: Momo has tons of friends after all.

Momo: Ahaha, that’s true…

Momo: Don’t tell me Ryo-san is behind that company…it can’t be…

Momo: He used to run a trading company before becoming the head of Tsukumo. Bought and sold companies and stuff…

Momo: I hope I’m just overthinking it… he did say he turned over a new page. He needs to grow up.

Momo: I hope I’m wrong…

[Tsukumo Production]

Shiro: ... So, we have a project to form temporary units.

Touma: A shuffle project with other groups! It's gonna be the first time for ŹOOḼ, right? Sounds interesting!

Touma: Right, guys?

Haruka: ...

Minami: ...

Torao: ...

Touma: Huh? You don’t like it?

Haruka: I don’t hate it but...

Minami: Forming units means more TV appearances and live performances...

Torao: We'll be spending more time with the other guys...

Touma: Is that not okay? It's gonna be with IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, and Re:vale, after all.

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: ...

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: I don’t mind but...

Shiro: Is it because you're shy around new people?

Haruka: I'm not shy! It's fine. I’m totally completely fine with it.

Minami: So, will it be two and two? How will we be split?

Shiro: Since you guys are four and there will be four temporary units, it's likely that each of you will join a different one.

Torao: We’re gonna be separated… What about Sougo? As long as I’m in the same unit as him or Ryuunosuke.

Haruka: Me too! I want to be with Izumi or Yotsuba!

Minami: I’m fine with everyone except Rokuya-san.

Touma: What's wrong? I thought you were friends.

Minami: We’re not.

Torao: You had a fight?

Minami: It’s not like that. I just think he’s overly pompous and mighty. Probably due to his upbringing as a prince…

Haruka: More pompous than Torao?

Torao: Not more than me.

Touma: Don’t admit to that so smugly. So, are we going to accept this job?

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: ...

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: We'll do it...

Shiro: Great! I'll respond to them right away!

Touma: Please do! I can’t wait to see who we’ll end up with!

Torao: But what's with this company making the offer wanting to stay anonymous? Why are they going through the trouble of keeping their identity hidden?

Haruka: Could it be some kind of prank? Maybe it's Torao's family's company?

Torao: Ahaha. No way...

Torao: ...No way...

Torao: My dad was really happy about my idol debut... No, there's no way he owns a beverage company.

Torao: But maybe he used a friend's company to make this offer as a show of support...

Torao: If my parents suddenly appear in front of these guys as part of some surprise...

Torao: It would be incredibly embarrassing...I absolutely hate it…

Touma: Tora, are you okay?

Torao: Y-Yeah.

Torao: What's the deal with this mysterious beverage company...?

To be continued...

[writingwhimsey]

Married to the Enemy- Shingen Ch. 5

Chapter 5

After returning to the inn from his date with Ava, Shingen made his way to the veranda, deciding to sit out and gaze up at the moon as he sipped on some good sake. His mind couldn’t help but to wander to the date he had spent with Ava.

It appeared his new bride was truly special. She seemed to truly care for others. She just wanted everyone to be happy. It must have been that drive to make others happy that led her to agree to an arranged marriage.

He had to admit he adored the way her face lit up when she talked about her work as a seamstress. She had looked so passionate and full of hope. He knew he would need to make sure she was able to work with the seamstresses in Echigo. “Maybe I’ll even be her first customer.” He murmured to himself as he sat silently making his plans.

Though Shingen had always wanted a loving wife and family, he had given up the hope of having those dreams realized long ago. He couldn’t imagine putting loved ones through a difficult ordeal. Yet it seemed the only way to bring true peace had been to ally with the Oda and that had meant entering into this marriage. Kenshin would never agree to such a thing and Shingen didn’t want to foist Yuki into an arranged marriage either. He wanted Yukimura to be able to have the life he wanted. So it seemed only natural for Shingen to take the role himself.

And though this was an arranged marriage, Shingen was going to make sure his wife was comfortable and happy. With whatever time he had remaining, he would make sure her days were happy and spent doing the things she loved.

A couple days later…

After what felt like a small eternity of traveling, we finally arrived in Echigo and were soon crossing the castle gates. When we arrived, what looked like a streak of black, blue, and white seemed to rush at us…well more specifically Sasuke.

“How dare you take so long to get back!”

Sasuke was nimbly jumping off of his horse and dodging the attack. He soon had to draw his own sword as the streak materialized into a strikingly beautiful man. “Lord Kenshin, please…” Sasuke protested with a calm face as he blocked a blow from the man.

“No. You took too long, especially when I didn’t give you permission to go in the first place.”

“I’m sorry Lord Kenshin, but I wanted to be there for my friend.” Sasuke replied.

“You deserve this for going against Lord Kenshin’s wishes and attending the wedding. I was all that was needed to attend in our lord’s stead.” Kanetsugu spoke.

I was watching all of this with a stunned expression on my face. That was when I felt Shingen’s large hand come to rest on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, this is just Kenshin’s way of showing he missed Sasuke.” He assured me.

I turned to look at Shingen, a perplexed look on my face. “Really?”

Shingen nodded. “Yes, he’s not very good at expressing himself without his sword.” He was then hopping down from the horse and offering me his hand. “Allow me to help you down, my goddess.”

I took Shingen’s offered hand and slid down from the horse, though I still couldn’t help but to worry over Sasuke…and did he really go against Kenshin and come to the wedding just for me? He really was such a good friend. “Should…should somebody help him?” I asked, still concerned.

“He’s usually pretty good at handling these things himself.” Yukimura spoke up as he hopped down from his own horse. “But if it gets too intense I’ll help him out in a minute.”

“And I thought our guys were strange.” Saki said with a giggle.

“Lord Kenshin, we do have a banquet planned for this evening.” Sasuke said, as he jumped back from Kenshin and managed to sprinkle ground spikes to stop the man from advancing. “Also this isn’t the proper way to welcome Ava to your castle.”

Kenshin was then turning to look at me with Shingen, a glare clear on his face. “Ah, the woman, who helped stop my war with the Oda.” He muttered.

“Kenshin, Ava is my wife.” Shingen said. “And I would think you could recognize what a brave thing she has done. 

Kenshin continued to glare at me. “Whatever, just make sure you stay out of my way, woman.”

I was feeling a little irked by his attitude…and being called woman. “Excuse me, but I have a name and it’s Ava. And since we’re all part of an alliance now, and I’ll be living here, the least we can do is be civil and you greet me by my name.”

Sasuke and Yukimura were both looking at me with mouths slightly agape. Kanetsugu looked at me like I had just committed some egregious sin and Saki was looking at me with an amused smile.

Kenshin seemed taken aback, but was slowly sheathing his sword before jumping over the ground spikes. “Just see to the preparations for the banquet and you had better have brought back some excellent sake to make up for all of this.” He declared as he walked away.

“I knew you were brave.” Shingen said, smiling warmly at me.

I felt my cheeks flushing from his praise. “I don’t know about that. Sometimes I just say whatever pops into my head without thinking…it’s really gotten me into trouble a few times.”

Shingen smiled at me. “I find it an admirable quality.” He said. “Now, come and I’ll show you and Miss Saki to your rooms.”

Some servants were coming to take mine and Saki’s luggage into the castle, while other attendants were taking the horses to the stables. Saki and I followed Shingen inside as he showed us around, taking us to the rooms we would be living in.

“Saki this room is yours.” Shingen said, gesturing to a door. “I hope it is to your liking and it is right here next to Ava’s room.”

Saki smiled. “Thank you, my lord. Makes it very easy to be able to attend to my lady.” She was then winking at me. “I’ll check it out and start working on getting it set up.” Which was her way of saying she was giving me and Shingen privacy.

I smiled at her, but felt my cheeks reddening at the thought of being alone with Shingen like this. Shingen was reaching for my hand. “Allow me to show you, your room, my bride.” He said, once again making me warm all over, especially with the look in his eyes.

“Okay.” I replied, my hand warming up in his larger one.

Shingen opened the door with his free arm and led me inside. The room was beautifully decorated with the most beautiful hanging scrolls and fine arts. The folding privacy screen was gorgeously hand-painted. There were wooden shelves and a wooden chest for clothes and other things. There were vases with fresh flowers…it was honestly more extravagant than my room at Azuchi.

“I hope everything is to your liking.” Shingen said. “I picked everything out for you.”

“Thank you…it’s all so lovely…it’s too much really…” I said, feeling a bit flustered.

“I can’t have my wife in a room with anything less. You don’t put a flower in a plain vase.” Shingen said, lifting my hand to place a kiss on the back.

“I…thank you.” I replied, my face on fire. It was then that it occurred to me that he said this was my room. “So…uhm…you said my room…uh…”

Shingen smiled at me, his gray eyes warm. “I thought it might be more comfortable for you to have your own space.” He told me. “Unless you are ready to share a room with me.”

“I…we’ve only had one date.” I replied, my face heating up further. “I…I do appreciate your consideration.”

“If there is anything you need, just let me know.” Shingen told me. “And speaking of our date… would you attend the banquet with me tonight as our second date?”

I smiled. “I think that would be a good date.” I agreed. “Are…are these banquet formal?”

“No. Very informal actually.” Shingen answered. “Very relaxed. We mainly use them to keep Kenshin pacified with plenty of sake.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Does he get a little less…violent and stabby when he has enough sake?”

Shingen nodded. “Sometimes.” He answered. “I am very much looking forward to spending this evening's banquet with you, though.”

“I am looking forward to it, as well.” I replied.

Shingen smiled. “I will let you get settled and I’ll be back to escort my lovely bride to the banquet.”

“That sounds good.” I replied.

Shingen continued to smile, his gray eyes on mine as he brought my hand up to his lips placing a kiss on the back. “Until tonight, my goddess.”

The warmth of Shingen’s lips lingered on my hand once more. Shingen really knew how to make me melt. I was going to be a puddle…and we’d only been married a few days. 

[scuderiamh]

DISASTER || y. tsunoda x reader

pairing: yuki tsunoda x reader request: yes / no summary: despite being an absolute mess in the kitchen, you try your best to cook a full meal for your foodie boyfriend. word count: 1.7k warnings/notes: posted late... worth it, i hope! dedicated to @lovelytsunoda 😌

one thing you’ve noticed right from the start about your boyfriend was his tendencies toward acts of service. he always seemed to be doing something for your benefit. maybe he wasn’t excessively touchy, or amazing with words, and god knows he didn’t have too much time to spare with you - though, he tried. the way he showed love rather manifested itself in making sure your life was as convenient and comfortable as could be. 

carrying things for you, bringing you things, making you food… it was a noticeable trend. and it was pleasant, of course. who wouldn’t want their very attractive boyfriend doing things for them? but it started to make you feel bad. the way you showed him love rather came out in the ways of compliments and reassurances, and he seemed to appreciate that. he never made you feel as though that wasn’t adequate or as if he wanted more from you. 

regardless, you felt as though you should start returning his energy. it didn’t come so naturally to you as it seemed it did to him; you had to put extra thought into what you could offer him. as he was cooped in your shared room responding to work emails and doing other business things you didn’t quite fully understand, it came to you.

of course. how had you not come to this conclusion before. it seemed so obvious. you should’ve figured it out sooner.

sitting next to him in bed, previously scrolling aimlessly through pinterest, you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. while yuki didn’t look your way after the action, he did smile. “i’m gonna go busy myself, okay? don’t overwork yourself.”

“okay.” he responded. then he looked up. “can you close the door on your way out of the room? i have a phone call in a few minutes. and i don’t want to disturb you.”

“alright.” you smiled back at him, and he returned his attention to his work. 

on your way out of the bedroom, you closed the door to his request. you were thankful he asked, because what you had planned would work a lot better if he didn’t know about it until it was done. this being a surprise would make it a whole lot more fun.

in the kitchen, you gave your hands a quick wash. drying your hands off on the nearest kitchen towel, you gave yourself a moment to take a quick moment. gather your ideas, get grounded, make a plan. with your hands on your hips you stood there, contemplating your options. scanning the countertops and recalling what was in the fridge and pantry.

your mind goes back to the pinterest browsing you’d just been doing. how hard could pasta sauce be?

luckily, you had a pack of chicken breasts in the fridge. that seemed like a solid place to start. 

you got everything you needed - the chicken, a cutting board, sharp knife, and of course, an apron of yuki’s. a cheesy “kiss the chef” printed on the front. something you bought him.

it started off smoothly. cutting the chicken into chunks, albeit inconsistently sized ones. but it’d do. it all went downhill when you misplaced a finger and that became a target instead of the chicken.

“ow! fuck.” you exclaimed, thankfully keeping your voice low enough. you muttered a few more expletives as you rinsed your finger and then held a paper towel to it to calm the bloodflow as you searched for a bandaid. hello kitty ones happened to be your only option. well, if it works, it works.

once you finished chopping up the chicken into more or less sizable bites, you put them into the pan. turning on the kitchen air filter, you got to frying. you couldn't quite figure out why they were crusting faster than when yuki cooked, even though it was on a low heat, but you went with it. what else could you do, really? you weren’t going to ask him about it. that’d ruin the surprise aspect. once it seemed like it was starting to burn, you hurriedly turned off the stove and moved the pan away. eyebrows furrowed, you paid little mind to it. you had a sauce to make. slightly burnt chicken wasn’t going to throw you off your mission.

you put a pot where the pan previously was, mixing in the ingredients you could recall from the recipe on pinterest. your phone was left in the bedroom, so it wasn’t like you could check. you weren’t quite sure on the exact measurements - were you supposed to put in a teaspoon or a tablespoon of salt? was it maybe a cup? - but what huge difference could the little details make? it’s just sauce. simple and easy. not fully confident in the little things but confident in the overall project, you turned on the heat and got to stirring. once it started to bubble, you dumped in the chicken. bad idea. your forearms got a quick shower from the sauce that splashed up with the drop.

with a groan, you put down the now empty pan and went to rinse the sauce off your arms. in the meantime, the pot began to bubble over. suddenly getting overwhelmed, you were almost frozen in your actions. that’s when you heard your bedroom door.

“no!” you shouted, rushing now to the overflowing pot, turning off the stove. “go back inside, yuki!”

he stopped before he could fully step out, and went right back in. he was poking his head out the door, as puzzled as ever. you thanked just about everything in the world that the kitchen was angled away from the bedroom and he couldn't see if he didn’t come out. “ehm, y/n?”

“yes?” you called back, the stress manifesting itself into your voice despite how you tried to hide it.

“what are you doing?”

“you’ll see!” 

“and why can’t i come out?”

“um, same answer!”

he sounded so confused it was almost cute. it also made you all the more determined to make this work and to get it done as fast as possible, so you got to wiping up the spilt liquid. you didn't hear anything from yuki for a minute or two, so you simply assumed he went back to his room. but impatient as ever, he was still at the door, head ever so slightly sticking out.

“when will you be done?” he asked, making you only then realize he was still there. the newfound knowledge made you pick up the pace even more, getting to the part where you’d starting heating the sauce again and putting the pasta to boil.

“um…” you frowned, hands on your hips as you watched both pots cook. “that’s a great question, love. really.”

“does it have a great answer?” he asked, and you giggled.

“maybe not?”

he sighed so hard you can hear him from way over where you were standing, and you giggled again. “not too long, you big baby.”

he sighed again, and you heard a light thud. with that you exited the kitchen and went to go see what that was, only to see that he’d sat right at the entrace of the bedroom door.

“you’re ridiculo-”

before you could finish that statement, he perked up, looking equal parts excited, curious, and alarmed. “why are you wearing an apron?”

you’d forgotten you were wearing it. your eyes widened and you bolted out of his eyeline and back into the kitchen. “i- i don’t know what you’re talking about!”

but he didn’t drop it. with a wide grin you couldn't see from your position, he asked, “are you cooking something?”

“um, no!” you answered while stirring the pasta pot. liar. “i don’t know why you’d think that! honestly!”

“you’re cooking something!” he exclaimed, clearly delighted. you’d never cooked for or around him and he had no idea it was because you’d never been good at it, so now his hopes were high. oh no. there goes the element of surprise you wanted so badly.

you huffed in frustration, turning off the stove. next you strained the pasta. you didn’t even try anything, or taste the sauce in between. despite this, you decided you were ready to hand it over to yuki. sadness at the ruined surprise long forgotten, you plated a dish of your concoction, all but buzzing with excitement. setting your creation at the end of the dining table, you called to yuki in a sing-song voice.

“i’m done!” 

he was to his feet in an instant, and at the dining table even sooner. he eyed the dish. “so you were cooking!”

“you weren't supposed to know! so, act, surprised.”

he raised an eyebrow at your statement.

“go on.” you said, expectant.

he let out an exaggerated gasp, and put a hand over his mouth. “i can’t believe this, y/n.”

“that’s more like it.” you said with a satisfied smile. “now, sit.”

and so he did. you sat down, too, despite not having a plate for yourself. you watched as he twisted the fork around the spaghetti, getting in a piece of chicken and plenty sauce in with his bite. 

you only thought positively as he put it in his mouth, but every optimistic thought fled when you saw his wide-eyed expression. he seemed to try and chew further, only to get an even worse expression and proceed to hurry to the trash bin.

with slight dramatization, you don’t think you’ve ever been more shocked or hurt in your life.

before you could protest, he spoke up. “are you trying to poison me?”

“excuse me?”

“the chicken is raw!”

“what? i cooked it.”

“did you use enough oil?”

you went silent for a moment, only staring and blinking. “...i was supposed to add oil?”

his jaw dropped. “y/n, i love you, but- please, never try cooking again.”

“never?”

“never.” yuki confirmed with a nod. “ever, ever, ever. it was so salty, too. and noodles undercooked. how much salt did you add?”

you frowned. “not much. only one cup.”

“what?!”

[gojosbf]

I started following you after 236 because your emotions and posts echoed my sentiments. I love your posts. They make me laugh, they make cry. But most importantly they make me feel like I am not insane to feel this way for something fictional.

I hate the fact that bringing any criticism towards Gege’s writing results in being called a Gojotard. You can like the entirety of something and still criticise certain aspects of it.

I am not condoning all the threats and hate directed towards Gege but fans are allowed to be mad at the direction this story is going. Yes it is Gege’s world but we can have complains about it. That doesn’t make us fake fans. That just shows how much we’ve loved what he has created and how it affects us when it is taken away.

I feel many fans are tiptoeing around it because there are two extremities now in the JJk fandom. One - that will defend anything Gege produces and the other who is so done with characters being killed off and not adding anything to the plot. Both these sides are equally loud and thus polarising this fandom. People were on the edge after how Yuki’s fight with Kenjaku was handled and I think 236 was the final blow that divided the fandom.

I came across one post yesterday where it highlights the huge power difference between good guys and the bad guys with just Sukuna’s power alone. This is minus all the power Sukuna gave up (we don’t know if he got them back after).

It contains spoilers for 237 - https://www.tumblr.com/sleep-deprivedracoon/729649802609082368/jjk-manga-leaks-heavy-spoilers-ahead-please-do

To me, it feels like Gege has written himself into a corner indeed with shattering the ceiling (Gojo’s power was considered the ceiling in JJK power scaling) with Sukuna’s abilities.

What do you think?

i am trying to piece all my thoughts together in this so pls don't mind if it gets too long or loses track a bit.

first of all thank you and we are in this together i feel you I am still trying to wrap my head around the recent leak, until and unless we have proper leaks i will remain in denial about megumi also it's so sad to see how after the massive shock and reaction we got last week we've just given up this week it has become a thing where we are just hoping gege doesn't kill another of our favs and atp this trick is getting too overused to be appreciated (also the reason why as you mentioned we have two extremist side of fandom). i get it. gojo's death and sealing got jjk trending yet again, publicity even if negative publicity is still garnering the intrigue of many more people, not to ignore we have equal amounts of, if not more gojo haters because he was too strong.

now coming back to the story line, yes we are allowed to criticize when there are obvious plot holes and it serves for no purpose other than shock factor. Gojo's death was massively poorly written because all this time gege kept implying that even if sukuna had all his fingers gojo was the strongest (which is why he had to use mahoraga) his plot was gojo and sukuna are AT par with each other which is why this was a big deal and why he had to be sealed so kenjaku could follow through his plans and when sukuna regained his powers gojo wouldn't be a hindrance. now compare that to 236, it says sukuna actually wasn't going all out and NOW sukuna is to reveal his true form. really? really?? when the strongest character you've ever created does not stand a chance against this demon we're supposed to believe that the rest can? his students who are yet to unleash their full strength, the only special grade is supposed to? i mean we can still hope on yuuta because he has rika, the queen of curses and sukuna being the king of curses (love kashimo but as they said he's probably not surviving) but that doesn't seem much of a hope (as much i wish it was).

now coming back to the topic of when was the last time the good guys had a proper win since shibuya? do we really remember it?? (ofc apart from maki and unsealing) the bad guys are still standing strong, we have yet to see atleast one of main villains to fall and when is this going to happen??? it's been over 2 years now just how long are we supposed to keep digesting as "not so shonen" writing? (even mahito's death was just kenjaku absorbing him). i mean yeah it keeps us on edge but you as the author have the responsibility to keep the readers addicted and going and by the looks of it the og fans are dropping it one by one, is it really worth it? is it gege?

ofc course i don't condone the death threats but cmon a frustrated reader watching their favourite characters losing all the time is allowed to express themselves, maybe gege has a plan to turn this around but right now people are allowed to be angry and pissed and confused and frustrated, it's only natural, they cannot just expect people to see evil winning all the time and be alright about it now can they? these people calling others a "gojotard" are here for fun and they understood the premise of the mcs always losing so they root for the overpowered villains and hence enjoy the manga and move along what they fail to understand is that some of us are not capable of switching sides, we are still rooting for trios, the initial sorcerers whom we got attached to and we are tired of seeing them constantly unhappy. you're allowed to complain!! criticism is valid!!!!

and i seriously hope gege has some trick up his sleeves or he's ready to lose a good chunk of his loyal fans because this isn't looking good. we wasted last six months for nothing really, unsealing gojo did not help with anything except a 13 chapter long fight. and the outcome? back to square one!!!! so what was the point of the whole unsealing arc and shinjuku fight? not to mention the lukewarm reaction to his death portrayal and barely a passable explanation. sukuna is very oped currently but i have two bets against him, angel and yuuta (remember when sukuna thought angel was a pain and he wanted to kill them because he thought they could get in way).

i agree with t user sleepdeprivedracoon hakari has to win, there's no way gege is planning to kill him because then the manga is done for and i do not care what others say we are allowed to grieve, complain and make memes and jokes out of this hopeless situation we are currently in because that's literally how this manga is going so others who are so aggressively defending gege need to understand the criticism is valid and these reactions are valid and they need to get off their high horse. the not so shounen excuse is really not that convincing and we are allowed to be frustrated and angry it's a natural human reaction damn it. till then keep reading and remember life gets better but jjk doesn't (surpise us this halloween gege pls)

[morievna]

Quick mix _20 reaction

Hellooo~~~

New chapter was amazing💖💖 Here is translation I found

Mafuyu: “I want to sing! I want to do music with you! For the rest of my life!”

That’s my boy, proposing in such passionate almost violent way xDDD I love how confident Mafuyu is here – no more doubts and second-guessing, but he knows fully what he wants and is not afraid to speak openly about it. Peak character development 💖

I am really happy for Mafuyama, that after all that distance and lack of proper communication they made it🥰 I really loved how listening to the song made Mafuyu be sure of his love for Uenoyama. Frankly, I hoped for the kiss, but marriage proposal is fine too xD

And Uecchi ^^ I always liked him, but this arc really made me love him. Especially how he is so selfless and kind-hearted 🥺 he simply wanted to make this song as gift to help others heal their wounds from Yuki’s death. Also the way he was so happy that Mafuyu came and his song reached him and later on how subtly he is concerned with Hiiragi and Shizu’s wellbeing – he is such good boi

i could’t help and make meme xD

Ugetsu is like ‘my work was done, bye’ xD Still I really wonder if he was in Japan whole arc, he probably would be first person Mafuyu would go to get advice  - and thus maybe this arc wouldn’t be dragging that much xD

On the other side, I am “amazed” how much Aki and Haruki was unnecessary this arc. Like their main role was sorta just ‘being there’ - their interaction with Uenoyama or Mafuyu didn’t really bring anything substantial to the story. Honestly, their scenes felt a lot like filler to me, where we learnt nothing new or interesting. For real I would preferred to get more development for Shizu instead.

To me really it would be good for the story if Mafuyu and Ueno would join SYH, but imo it is rather unlikely… though we will see. For now, it is hard to say what will drive the story after this arc. I don’t want to be bummer, but imo it is probable that next chapter could be epilogue… But maybe I have wrong hunch and Natsuki-sensei has cool continuation in the mind^^ Though we have to wait like 4 months soo *sigh* it is so long 

Anyway, thanks for reading and have a nice day 💜💜💜💜

[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

Like Breathing

Commissioned by @yuki-hitomi-chan. Thank you, friend!

Carver Hawke is jealous of Garrett and Anders, in how they can touch and laugh and be in love in front of their friends and the world. What he's got with Fenris is great, don't get him wrong, but he wants more. One night in Fenris' bed, he admits as much, his fear that he doesn't know what they've got, how to put a name to it, and has a realization:

He's in love.

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“Fenris?” Carver asks slowly one night, his fingers dancing across the blade of Fenris’ shoulder absentmindedly through the fabric of his pajamas, muscle memory keeping them from touching the lyrium in his flesh. “Are you awake?” 

Fenris snorts lightly and rubs his cheek into the muscles of Carver’s bare chest. “I am now. What is it?” 

Carver hesitates. Surely it’s a stupid thought, but it’s one that’s been plaguing him for weeks now. He thinks about it, the way Hawke and Anders are so free with their affections. It leaves him longing for it, for the opportunity to dote on Fenris as they do each other. To have that visible claim to each other, touching for the sake of touching, without direction or conscious thought. But Fenris is a private man, and Carver respects that, though it doesn’t help the yearning. 

“Never mind,” he says lowly after a minute. “It’s—it’s stupid.” 

Fenris raises his head and blinks blearily at him, those green eyes so beautiful in the light spilling from the hearth. “I’m sure it’s not. What is it?” he asks again.

He bites his lip, worrying it between his teeth. Maker knows what they are, really; they haven’t fucked (yet, he hopes), though Carver ends up in Fenris’ bed more and more often as of late. They share tents whenever they both are out on an excursion with Garrett, and Fenris makes room in his life for Carver—teaching him his own techniques with a greatsword in exchange for Carver’s reading lessons, telling him in bits and starts about life in the Imperium, offering soft, careful touches in the dark of night. Carver similarly lets Fenris close, telling him about Lothering, Ostagar, his long-since painful memories of Bethy, his father, and everything in between. Has him over for dinner at the estate all the time. Void, they spend so much time in each other’s pockets that even his oblivious brother has commented on it. A lot. 

It’s nice, but Carver doesn’t know what they are, and honestly? It hurts a little. 

“I was just thinking…” 

“Dangerous thing, that.” 

Carver harrumphs. “Shut it.” He remembers himself and quickly adds, “I mean, ugh, sorry. But I’ve been thinking… You know how Garrett and Anders are?” 

“All over each other to the point of being unbearable?” Fenris answers dryly. 

“Yeah. Obnoxious.” 

Fenris is quiet, but he pulls away slightly to look at Carver, who blushes at such invested attention. Fenris’ gaze is always a lot when he’s focused on someone, and Carver gets a little hot under the collar when it’s directed at him, so sue him. 

“What about it?” he asks when Carver doesn’t go on. 

“I was thinking…” Carver takes a steadying breath and tightens his arms around Fenris’ back. “I really like what we’ve got going on,” he says slowly. Fenris’ hand travels up his arm and it brings goosebumps riding up in its wake. “I really like it. I really like you, Fen.” 

Fenris smiles, one of those gently lopsided private ones he seems to reserve for Carver alone. “I really like you, too,” he says. His voice is soft between them. The words rush into Carver’s heart and beat there alongside it.

Carver lays a hesitant kiss upon Fenris’ temple, his nose brushing the thick hair there. “I just, I want to know what we are. Maybe a name for it. Don’t get me wrong,” Carver hurries to add, because he’s never been particularly eloquent, and he’s trying so hard right now, “I really enjoy this, and I don’t want to let it go if I can at all help it.” 

“But…?” 

“I…” He sighs. “Maybe I get a teeny bit jealous of them.” 

They’ve never talked about it directly. Sure, it’s not exactly friendly to sleep with one of your best friends most nights of the week (actual sleep, although Carver knows that if Fenris ever offered, he’d jump on it immediately), or to share kisses and touches in the solitude of Fenris’ bedroom, but it still makes him jealous to know that Anders and Garrett don’t have such insecurities, as far as he can tell. They touch, and they laugh, and they’re generally obnoxious arses about how much in love they are, wearing their hearts annoyingly on their sleeves. Carver doesn’t know if that’s what he has here, or if it’s less, or if it’s anything. He and Fenris are both lonely people, he thinks—maybe it’s just that loneliness that brings them together. 

Maker, he hopes not. He doesn’t know what he’d do if that were all this is. 

“Jealous.” Fenris says it so matter-of-factly, without judgment. It’s one of the things Carver loves about him. 

(Oh. Carver loves him. He loves him. Shit. No wonder he feels weird tonight.)

“Well…yeah.” 

Fenris hums. “Of what, exactly?” 

Carver huffs into his hair. It tickles his nose. “Of the fact that they’re together, you know? Maker, I don’t know. Ignore me. Let’s just go to sleep.” His head hits the pillow and he clenches his eyes shut, embarrassment coloring his face and filling it with heat. 

Just let it go and don’t ruin a good thing, Carv, he thinks to himself, his stomach in nervous knots. 

Rough fingertips drag across his chest, drawing abstract shapes into the skin over his heart. “I don’t…” Fenris starts, then stops, humming thoughtfully. Carver cracks open one eye to find Fenris with a curious look on his face, watching him. “I’ve never done this before,” he says carefully. “A…relationship. As far as I know, at least.” He huffs. “It’s not encouraged between slaves, to say the least.” 

Oh. That’s right. Way to be an ass, Carver. Way. To. Go. 

“I don’t exactly know what I’m doing.” 

“S-Sure,” Carver offers weakly. Maker, he’s shit at this. Feelings were never his strong suit, anyway, and neither are words, and here he is, trying his best at both and failing miserably. “Yeah. Uh. Understandable.” 

Fenris reaches up to palm Carver’s cheek, urging him to look at him fully. “Carver,” he says, his gravelly voice sweetened with honey. “I don’t know what to call this, either, but I like this. I like it with you.”

His eyes are deep green in this light. They’re always so brilliant, Fenris’ eyes, so striking. Carver sometimes feels like he can get lost in them, which is a terribly romantic thought his brother would no doubt tease him to bits for—but he can’t bring himself to care, not when Fenris stretches slightly to press their mouths together in a kiss.

It’s chaste for about a minute. Fenris angles Carver’s head to attain better access, and licks at the seam of his lips, making Carver shiver and open to him. It’s easy, kissing Fenris. Always has been. His hands fold lightly over Fenris’ hips as he crawls on top of him, laying half-on, half-off of Carver. Fenris nips playfully at Carver’s bottom lip and tugs, pulling a soft groan from him. 

“Fen,” Carver sighs. He squeezes his fingers on the lean lines of Fenris’ hips, mindful of the wings of lyrium that swirl up and down his body. One of Fenris’ hands snake down to cover Carver’s hand and squeezes tighter, forcing his fingers to bite into his hips. 

Carver suckles on Fenris’ tongue when he twines them together, spit gathering inelegantly upon their lips. He’s never been one much for kissing—it’s a messy affair when you get into it, and the slide of tongues is awkward, but he can’t deny the rush of pleasure he feels when he makes his partner feel good—but with Fenris it’s effortless, as fundamental to his health as air. 

Loving Fenris is like breathing. 

He feels himself stiffening, his groin hot, all the blood in his body rushing south. They usually stop here, politely turning their hips away from each other, gentling the kisses until they simmer down, breathing against each other’s skin. Carver moves to angle himself away, breaks from the kiss, but tonight Fenris is insistent and follows, swinging his leg over Carver’s hips until he’s over him and pressing into the line of his length. Fenris is hard, too, Carver’s gratified to find out, and moving against him in half-thrusts that drive him wild. 

“Yes,” he moans, the word loud and drawn out in the quiet room. Carver urges him on, hands guiding the ride of his hips, and he rolls his own upward into the heat of him. 

“Carver,” Fenris groans in reply. 

They rut together, each slide against each other drawing sharp gasps and rough moans. Carver leans up to capture Fenris with a kiss, tongue slipping past his open lips once more to plunder his mouth. Fenris swivels and drags his hips, causing Carver’s breath to hitch in his chest; Carver tips his head back at the assault on his strung-out nerves and Fenris takes the opportunity to latch his mouth on the tender skin of his throat. He can barely feel the bruise that is sure to form above his collar in the midst of his pleasurable haze. He hopes it leaves a mark to remember this night by.

It doesn’t take long. Carver’s too excited to finally be able to touch him in this way, and Fenris seems no more patient than he. He’d like to say that they take their time, exploring each other, learning the ways they each like to be touched, but it’s wild, hurried, almost frantic. Fenris stiffens against him, hips stuttering to a tense stop, Carver’s name on his breath like sweet music, and Carver soon follows, crying out his name. 

They pant, winded in the immediate afterglow, sleep pants full of wet heat. Carver’s heart thunders in his chest, and he relaxes his hands, leaving them cupping the slight curves of Fenris’ hips. Fenris collapses against him, breath hot and erratic against his throat.

“That was…wow,” Carver attempts. His brain is blissfully quiet, now full of the knowledge of how Fenris sounds when he comes, the soft sigh of his name upon those plush lips. He’ll never be the same. 

“Yes,” Fenris murmurs with a low chuckle. He hums, limbs lax and languid over Carver. Carver wraps his arms around his torso and holds him close, and Fenris goes easily, pressing further into him. 

“I just…wow.” He presses a kiss into Fenris’ soft hair. “That was incredible.”

So much better than I imagined, he thinks to himself. He’d never expected anything physical, despite wanting it, and now that he’s had it, Carver can’t help thinking of the nebulous next time and the times after that that he hopes will come. It will be even better, he tells himself, and he’ll take his time in cataloging Fenris and his every want, his every desire. They’ll explore and touch and taste and he’ll learn everything about what Fenris likes. It’s enough to set his mind racing with possibility. 

“It was.” He toys with Carver’s mussed hair, blunt nails scraping tenderly across his scalp. 

“I want to touch you in public,” Carver says without thinking. Fenris makes a curious noise and looks up, and Carver might like the earth to swallow him whole if he didn’t feel so good right now. He kisses Fenris’ brow, just beside the three dots of lyrium there. “I…that’s why I’m jealous of them. Anders and Garrett. Because they are all over each other, showing each other and everyone how much they care.” 

“And you’d like to be all over me?” Fenris asks, amused. He huffs lightly through his nose. “I think…I think I can allow that.” 

“Really?” 

He nods slowly. “It…might take a while to acclimatize,” Fenris warns, but his eyes are soft. “Physical touch is…difficult.” 

“For obvious reasons.” 

“Yes.” He presses a kiss to Carver’s lips. “But I’d like that, I think. If we go slow. And gentle.” 

“And Maker, we won’t be as obnoxious as those two.” 

Fenris smiles. Carver’s intoxicated by it, though the cooling of come on his pelvis is rapidly becoming a problem that breaks through the pleasant haze. He groans. 

“Okay, we have got to get cleaned up. I’ll be right back.” Carver and Fenris shift so that he can get out of bed, and Carver strips off his pants as he moves across the bedroom. There’s a light bounce to his step. He grins widely. Tonight has been more than he’s ever wanted. 

Loving Fenris is like breathing, and tonight Carver has taken his first full breath in a long time. 

[lavenderjewels]

JJK season 2 episode 20 thoughts! Only three episodes to go

(Manga spoilers too)

I’ve said this a few times, but this is one of the best episodes in the series. It has the best combination of hope, despair, fighting, dialogue, voice acting, etc. that really shows the best of jjk and why I love it!

(Spoilers for the next episode preview below + a screenshot with ID in alt) I just hope that next episode is just as good because the preview looks like it’s covering the rabbit and wolves scene! This content onwards until the end of Higuruma’s trial is my favorite stretch of chapters, so I’m beyond excited. Fingers crossed for a Kenjaku cliffhanger (although I just remembered that Mei Mei scene with Ui Ui in the bed 🥴)

I MISS todo. Before Gojo was unsealed, I remember posting something about how Nobara and him were characters that made it seem like things could be okay and generally give some lighthearted levity. Todo is similar for me, in that his appearance brings a lot of hope and confidence. That said, that’s exactly why I’m not too surprised none of these characters are involved in the story, but I still think we’re way overdue for an actual update on Nobara and Todo. I don’t want their status to be an afterthought at the end of the series or never even touched upon. There’s even Nita’s brother in the recent chapters, but no Todo!

Todo is a fantastic mentor for Yuuji. I’ve already talked about this, but Yuki’s influence shows a lot once you know more about her character. In that way, it’s beautiful seeing him pass that along to Yuuji with his own interpretations and will.

Kinda continuing that, but with Yuki being his mentor, it did remind me of episode 5 of this season, both with Todo and Yuki’s ‘advice’ to Yuuji and Geto, and seeing Geto and Yuuji’s ideals and beliefs be challenged to a breaking point. I love how the anime portrays this—Geto makes his decision, whereas Yuuji’s shadows are still flickering when Todo talks about how they should approach the deaths of their comrades and that Yuuji doesn’t have to fully form a choice right now.

The VOICE ACTING!! Mahito’s VA outdid himself. He’s such an incredible villain and that came across in his voice cracking while berating Yuuji, then his quiet, serious moments. Mahito’s always been a perfect contrast to Yuuji and I love how explosive he gets around him. The VA does great in making Mahito so evil, intelligent, and childish at the same time.

I am obsessed once again with the animators making the line art sketchier to show Yuuji’s emotions!! The range of art from scenes like this to Miwa’s scene was amazing. While there’s been a few times where I preferred the manga in how the show was adapted, I endlessly love how experimental the animators get, since it creates beautiful moments like this entire episode.

Also I love the incorporation of the city shot from the first Jujustu Kaisen opening with the title card. That, and adding in the physical location of the ending for this arc at the end of the episode with the music over it. Such a fun adaption tbh. I wasn’t a big fan of the OST in the Nanami episode, since it was abrupt and didn’t hit as hard as the manga for me, but this episode’s music and lack of it was everything

I could go on about this episode, but I’ll stop myself. Just needed to do my weekly ramble because I can’t get JJK out of my mind

[mariahcarreyyy]

pls forgive me for ranting on your tl but i’m wondering if anyone on here could help me place a few f1 dots together bc i truly am so new to the community that im not sure if i have some missing pieces or something:

i’m actually so devastated for carlos?? idk it feels like a lot of ppl don’t like him (there could be very valid reasons but im absolutely clueless as of rn bc i haven’t seen anything) but like? he gave so much to ferrari and they don’t give a fuck? but at the same time i’m not mad at lewis either bc i feel like something truly truly soul-crushing had to happen for him to want to leave merc.

i also always felt like that moment where charles & lewis posted that pic where they both got disqualified was a pre-curser to something bigger. although it’ll be a weird fight for 1st driver between LH44 & CL16, i think there’s so much mutual respect between the both of them that they will find a way to work. lewis seems like a driver who could POSSIBLY acknowledge that it’s time for new drivers to get more spotlight, and maybe make some more way for charles to shine (and i think fred also wouldn’t have signed LH w/o keeping this in mind

i hope carlos still has a seat in 2025, i think he has a lot to offer still, and i can’t bare to not see/think ab carlando on the grid every race

crying screaming at the fact that i got some very rare ferrari cs55 merch it literally feels like a vintage item now jesus christ

i have more thoughts but let me shut the fuck up for now 😭

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hmmm i mean me personally i dont hate or love carlos, he's just there most of the time LMFAO but i feel SO FUCKING BAD like esp his story on insta while ferrari didnt even talk about him?????? sobbing.

okay now THATS where i disagree HAHAHAHA🙈 lewis wants nothing more than his eighth, and rightfully so. charles wants nothing more than to a be a world champion at ferrari, and again, rightfully so. But at the end of the day, only ONE of them will be able to win races. its a selfish sport yk, and you cant really blame them for that. Just look at nico and lewis, both extremely talented drivers who had a lot of respect & love between them and still, the pressure of racing got to them.

im not saying that charles and lewis will end up like brocedes, but i also dont think that they can manage both being no.1 drivers. And, i also dont think that either one of them would settle for being no.2.

i dont think they'll bring in someone new to the sport so im pretty sure carlos will stay on the grid. Honestly, the best case scenerio: lewis to ferrari, the open merc seat goes to fernando, the open aston seat goes to yuki, and then the open alpha tauri (i am choosing not to believe its rebrand is real) seat can go to liam lawson, cus tbh he deserves it way more than 1/2 the drivers on the grid. ALSO i think the best decision redbull could make, now, is kicking checo tf out and replacing him with sainz. I js think sainz would be a PERFECT teammate to max and a good no.2 driver, and then he'll probably go to audi in 2026

THE MERCH😭😭😭 dont ever call that vintage again i will cry. i keep seeing sad charlos edits on my fyp and it makes me wanna puke

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Chapter 23: Five Ounce Bird/One Pound Coconut. Stand back! Sasuke's trying science. Also. Still raining.

Shingen x OC; Kenshin x MC (Mai)

Previous Chapter: here

Logline - Disguised as a boy, Katsuko finds herself working for Shingen, but her dangerous masquerade becomes difficult to sustain when she falls for the man with a fatal secret.

“Wow, Katsu. You’re actually cute, like a real girl – oof!” Yuki turned to glare at Sasuke who had elbowed him. “What?! She is.”

“I agree with the sentiment, though not the wording,” Sasuke said. He was regarding me, well, scientifically, so maybe his operating system was checking my appearance against the ‘real girl’ matrix.

I waved both statements away. “Mai and Yoshimoto ambushed me.” Ok… how should I bring this up? If Sasuke truly was a time traveler, did Yuki know? What if I was wrong? Maybe he’d just found the glasses somewhere. Was there a way to ask him without coming across as insane? “While I was with them, something occurred to me, something I guess I never noticed before… oh, I mean, I did notice, but the implication didn’t hit me until now because of the full-frontal distraction, but…”

Yikes. Speaking of operating systems, difficult conversation.exe was failing to load.  

Sasuke sighed. “Word vomit again.” He looked along the puddle dotted walkway, then out toward the courtyard, the torrential downpour drowned the benches. There was even standing water in the zen garden, where a mini-flood had overwhelmed the sand underneath. No zen on this newly formed pond unless the ripples from the raindrops counted. “I hope I don’t need to sit down for this?”

“Well, probably not. It’s a question, actually, but-” I glanced at Yukimura. “It might be related to some sensitive information … maybe I should ask in private.” Yuki had trouble with the concept of ‘girl.’ I couldn’t imagine how he would deal with the concept of ‘girl born 450 years from now is standing in front of you, and oh by the way, your best friend also won’t be born for another 450 years either.’

“Hey!” Yukimura scowled at me. “Sasuke and I share our sensitive stuff all the time.”

With a wince, Sasuke patted Yuki’s shoulder. “Again. Agree with the sentiment, but not the wording. Whatever it is, I don’t mind Yuki hearing.”

Uhhhh.

The blunt question, ‘are you a time traveler’ stuck in my throat. I couldn’t risk an over-the-top response from Yukimura. Better to ask indirectly. If Sasuke was what I thought he was, he would understand, and if not, he would shrug it off as a weird question. But it was a question that any modern nerd would know the answer to, and I realized that Sasuke had a strong layer of nerd under that ninja mask. “Sasuke… what is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?”

“African or Euro-” was his automatic response, before his eyes got wide behind those plastic frames. “When?”

I wanted to hug him in relief. “Which when? Do you mean, when did I leave, or when did I arrive?”

Yuki’s head ping-ponged between the two of us. “What am I missing?”

Sasuke ignored him. “Both.”

I reeled off the date that Toshiie and I had gone up to the Togakushi Shrine to argue about my freerunning risk taking. “When we arrived here it was late 1575. The twelfth month... December,” I amended, knowing that Sasuke would be familiar with the Gregorian calendar.

He seemed to be doing math in his head. Wait, of course he was doing math in his head. “Ok, so you left …” he glanced at Yuki “your village about the time I started researching temporal anomalies, but I hadn’t pinpointed any yet-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Yuki interrupted. “Temple abnormalities? Is this about the Ikkō-ikki?”

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a long story that I will try to explain later– Yuki, please get Mai and tell her to meet us in my room.”

“Don’t start the story without me!” Yuki looked annoyed at being ordered off in the middle of a conversation, but he did as Sasuke requested.

“I need paper.” Sasuke seemed to be talking to himself. He turned and headed toward his quarters without checking to see if I was following him. “I studied weather patterns, researching back nearly ten years and there weren’t any strange storms at Honno-ji that year.”

“What’s Honno-ji got to do with it?”  I hurried to keep up with him – thank God he hadn’t decided to short cut through the ceiling this time. “Oh, the storm.” I remembered the storm in Kyoto the night that Nobunaga was almost assassinated. Is that when Sasuke came… no, that didn’t fit. I had met Sasuke three years before that happened. “Toshiie and I were brought here by a storm, but we weren’t anywhere near Kyoto. We were in Nagano, at the Togakushi Shrine.”

Sasuke halted, and I nearly plowed right into him. “There’s another wormhole? Holy crap on a cracker… or does the one at Honno-ji move around?”

I figured that was rhetorical, since this was the first time I’d heard anyone mention a wormhole.

When we reached his room, he dove for a scroll of paper, scribbling math like a mad scientist… which I guess he was, when he wasn’t a ninja… and… holy crap on a cracker indeed, how did that come about? “What is it that you did in the future?”

He muttered something along the lines of Theoretical Physics, but he was deeply plugged into his data already, so I took a moment to look around his room – I didn’t see anything that looked like a time machine, but how had he gotten his hands on a telescope? 

The rattle of paper indicated that Sasuke was still in computation mode, so I kept discretely poking around his room - I envied that he had a hearth in it like most of the upper echelon of warlords. It was clear sign of Kenshin’s affection and respect. He may have started out as a scientist, but he was now an important part of Kasugayama.

From outside the room I heard Mai’s exasperated voice. “Yuki, slow down! My legs are not as long as yours!” By the time Yuki pulled into the room, she was half out of breath. She took in the sight of Sasuke in the middle of a labyrinth of scrolls on the floor. “What’s the big emergency?”

“Stand back. He’s trying science.” (I’ve always wanted to say that).

Sasuke freed one hand to give me a fist bump. Then he glanced up at Mai. “Mai, Katsuko is from… where we are.”

Mai too?

Duh. Of course, she is. Sasuke had always said they were from the “same village.” It was stupid of me to have forgotten that.

“Oh my God? Really?” Mai squealed and hugged me. “How long have you been here? Were you at Honno-ji too? Were you scared? Wait… your brother… him too? When did it-”

I was trying to keep track of her questions in order, but before I got too caught up, Yuki interrupted us.

“I don’t understand,” Yuki said. “If all three of you come from the same village, how come you didn’t know each other already?”

I looked from Mai to Sasuke, deciding to let them handle that one.

“Kenshin already knows, so I don’t care if you tell Yuki.” Mai gave Yuki the kind of look generally reserved for annoying younger brothers. “If you think he’ll understand.”

“Shut it boar woman.” Yuki returned the look. “I’m not the dummy who nearly ran off a cliff.”

“That was my first night here… things were confusing.” Mai directed her comments at me. “There was a storm and a fire and an assassination attempt.”

“Oh my.” God, I’ve missed being able to cap quotes.

“Yuki,” Sasuke explained. “We’re not exactly from the same place. We’re from the same time… about five hundred years in the future. A wormhole – a tunnel in space and time- brought us here.”

“Huh.” He scratched his head and glanced at where Sasuke’s telescope was pointed out the window. “Alright, I know you guys wouldn’t lie to me-” he paused and gave me the side eye.

Mai kicked him. “Rude.”

He rubbed his shin and glared at her. “Stop that!”

“It’s ok Mai. He’s right. I would lie… but I don’t have the kind of imagination to make something like this up, and when I do make stuff up, I avoid coming up with things that would make the listener doubt my sanity.” Because even in my own time, if someone came to me claiming to be a time traveler, I would probably not believe them.

“I still have the things I had with me when I came through,” Mai said. “That helped convince people.”

“Toshiie and I got attacked by bandits, like minutes after we… landed? Appeared? All I had left was my clothing. But after almost seven years, those have since disintegrated. Although I still have my IC card.” It had been in my pocket, so it hadn’t been lost with everything else.  

“Seven years?” Mai sounded shocked. “I’ve only been here a couple months. But I decided to stay, so I suppose at some point, I will have been here seven years.”

“Decided? There’s a way to go back?” I’d stopped thinking about that possibility long ago, having figured that whatever quirk of fate that brought me here had been a one in a million event.

Sasuke was frantically scribbling math – physics? – calculations. “The wormhole opens occasionally at Honno-ji. If Togakushi is another node then that alters things considerably.” He muttered to himself. “I can’t go much further without a clear sky.” He indicated his telescope. “The short answer is that it’s possible to go back, but I need more data to give you an exact time. Honno-ji will open sometime next month. No idea about Togakushi.”

“Do you want to go back?” Mai asked. “When I first got here, it was all I could think about, but now I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

“Moot point. I can’t abandon Toshiie.” I plopped down on Sasuke’s futon – looked like we were going to be here a while. Sasuke grabbed another scroll so violently that it unrolled across the room.  

Yuki picked up the scroll and tossed back to Sasuke. “Wait. Sasuke… does that mean you’re going to go back? And Katsu, when you find your brother, you’ll leave too?” He sounded a bit sad about the possibility of both of us leaving … which was flattering, especially considering recent events.

“I never thought it was possible, so I put it out of my mind.” I was used to it here, and I felt like I was living a more purposeful life than I had been in the future. “I don’t even know what I would return to – I’ve been careful not to do anything that would alter the future, but I killed that sniper a few weeks back, and well, even before that – Yuki shut your ears – well, you probably noticed there are people who supposedly died before now, but… didn’t.”

Sasuke raised his hand. “Saved Kenshin.”

Mai raised hers too. “Saved Nobunaga.”

Geez, no wonder the timeline was haywire. “You two are the butterflies?”

“Ugh, don’t mention butterflies,” Sasuke said. “Don’t worry. The timeline you came from is unaltered. We’re in a different one, but if you go back, you’ll return to your own timeline, not the future of this one. Er… theoretically.”

I think I understood that. “So, we’re in a multiverse?”

“Theoretically,” Sasuke repeated.

“My brother had the scientific brain in my family. If he sent me a message – like in a time capsule – in the hopes that I made it home and was looking for him in history, would that time capsule be in the future of this timeline, or the future of the one we came from?” I hoped I had phrased that right.

“This timeline, not your original one.” Sasuke paused in his calculations. “Theoretically.”

I’m starting to hate that word.

Yuki groaned, lay on the floor and flung his hand over his eyes. “This is too weird for me. Wake me up when you start talking about stuff that’s important in the present.”

“Actually.” Sasuke continued, a feverish light gleaming in his eyes, “It could be in an infinite number of future timelines.”

Oh… I was beginning to feel sympathy for Yuki – it was starting to feel overwhelming. It sounded like the best way to find my brother was to continue as I had been.

“There’s much that’s still unknown,” Sasuke said. “Mai and I were transported from the same moment, but we arrived four years apart. I never have figured out why.” He returned to his frantic mathing. It’s not all that exciting to watch someone do math, so I listened to Mai talk about her life as a fashion designer, and what happened to her the day she’d been sent back in time.

Somewhere in the middle of that, Yuki fell asleep, snoring so loudly that walls vibrated. Or well, I suppose that could have still been the rain.

“Hm,” Sasuke said a while later. He’d filled several papers with scribblings. He’d also repurposed one of his Ninja wires and had constructed a mobile of some kind which was either a model of the world… or he’d gotten off track and played a short game of cat’s cradle. “I’m left with two competing hypotheses. One is that the wormhole anchors at both Honno-ji and Togakushi – and possibly other places- and any of us could use either location to travel back and forth to the future, whenever it opens.”

A loud snore from Yukimura alerted us to the fact that he was still out for the count.

Sasuke pushed his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose and continued. “That’s the one I’m leaning toward, pending further data. However, there’s a non-zero chance that the Togakushi node anchors this timeline to a different one. Meaning that if I… or Mai… went through at Togakushi – we could potentially run into that timeline’s version of ourselves, or if Katsuko went through at Honno-ji, the same thing could happen. Or the timeline would try to self-correct, and send us through to a completely different future, one in which we either never existed, or were no longer alive. Theoretically.”

I knew I was beginning to hate that word.

“Or it could even-” He broke off and tilted his head toward the corridor.

The bell at the guard station was clanging … and there was the sound of running feet in the corridor…

Voices… lots of them… yelling.

The door to Sasuke’s room slid open. Shingen stood at the threshold. He looked us all over, although his gaze iced over and slid past me. “Yukimura! Sasuke!”

At his voice, Yukimura woke up with a start, and was instantly alert.

“Emergency council. Come on.” He strode away. Vassals and guardsmen were rushing past the door.

Mai clutched my arm. “What? Are we under attack? Is Kenshin going to war?”

“It can’t be a war… there’s not been any hint of it,” Sasuke muttered as he transformed from Scientist to Ninja. Ok, seriously, that’s some superhero shit right there.

“He’s right –  no one would attack without us getting a warning.” And Shingen would have gotten that warning. Nothing happened in this part of the country that he wasn’t aware of. “There’s no one around here who could attack us without warning.” You can’t move an army across Japan without somebody noticing, and Shingen had an entire network of people whose job it was to notice that kind of thing.

Sasuke and Yukimura were already out the door. Without needing to consult each other, Mai and I followed. Even if it wasn’t a pending battle, it was clearly urgent. Though Mai and I hadn’t been specifically invited, I doubted Kenshin would send her away if she showed up, and I planned to stick close to her.

The meeting hall was semi-organized chaos, and hard to hear anything specific over shouted instructions and the rain pounding on the roof.  Kenshin was directing the Uesegi, Takeda and Imagawa forces into three groups. “Shingen will go upriver and try to divert—”

Yuki stood toe to toe with Shingen, yelling at him. “Not in this weather, you’d be the worst kind of fool to risk-”

Shingen said something back to Yukimura, but Kenshin’s shouts took precedence again. “—lead the people to higher ground if the fortifications fail.”

“Are you sure we’re not under attack?” Mai gazed at Kenshin’s battle face. She was still holding onto my arm, and her nails dug into my skin.

Upriver…

Divert…

Higher ground…

“No.” I looked toward the window, where sheets of water were still pouring from the sky – had been pouring from the sky for the past two days. “It’s the river. It’s flooding… and there are dozens of little villages in its path.”

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