#i fucking lost it reading kenji's

[jellybonbons]

Sweet Tooth or Sweet Cravings?

Kenji Sato x fem!reader

Summary: When a chocolate company sent Ken a PR package, he ate the chocolates without thoroughly inspecting them, and, well...things took an unexpected turn.

CW: 18+ (mdni), established relationship, aphrodisiac chocolates, implied panty sniffing, masturbation, fingering, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names.

Words: 1.5k

AN: this is just an excuse for me to write him like he's in heat :3

Today 4:12 PM

Ken <3: can you come home? its an emergency

The moment you saw his text, your heart skipped a beat. Without a second thought, you clocked out early and made a beeline for the parking lot. You had never driven so fast in your life, and you were sure you almost broke the gas pedal from how hard your heels were pressing on it. 

The city streets blurred past you, your mind racing with worry and a thousand scenarios of what could have gone wrong. You barely noticed the honking horns or the changing traffic lights, and your focus was solely on getting to Ken as quickly as possible.

As you reached Ken's home, you punched in the code with shaking fingers, and the door swung open almost instantly. You dropped your bag near the entrance, not caring where it landed, and stumbled inside, quickly sliding off your heels as you hurried to find him.

Rounding the corner into the living room, you saw Ken from behind, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each laboured breath. "Ken, are you ok–" The sight caught you off guard. There he was, panting heavily, glistening with sweat, eyes half-closed as he stroked his cock. It stood proudly and flushed in a deep red colour. His other hand clutched your panty from this morning.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry you have to–fuck,” the moment he saw you, his body tensed, and with a guttural moan, he finally came, his cum coating his hand and abdomen.

As he sprawled against the couch, you took a moment to look around the living room. Your eyes landed on a box of half-eaten chocolates on the coffee table. Curiosity piqued, you picked up the box and examined it closely. The label read "Aphrodisiac Chocolates" in a small, elegant script. Realisation dawned on you, and you couldn't help but let out a small, incredulous laugh. Ken had unknowingly consumed aphrodisiacs, and now the situation made a lot more sense.

You sat down next to him on the couch, eyes wide with concern. "Ken, what the hell? Are you okay?"

"I—I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect this... I think I overdid it with those chocolates."

"Those weren’t just chocolates, were they?"

"No, they were aphrodisiac chocolates. I didn’t check the label...clearly, I should have," he growled, frustration evident in his voice as he discarded your panty from his hand.

"Yeah, I can see that. It’s obvious they did more than just satisfy a sweet tooth," you smirked, leaning closer, your breath teasing against his ear.

"You’re not helping, you know." His eyes narrowed at you, a mix of frustration and desire burning within them.

Before you could respond, Ken, overwhelmed by the effects and your teasing, pulled you down onto him. He ground his hard-on between your thighs, his breath coming out in ragged bursts as he tried to find some relief.

"Ken, what—" You gasped, your voice filled with surprise.

"I need you. Right now. Please, help me." His voice was husky and urgent, his need unmistakable.

–

You lost track of time, the sky outside turning dark as the house became dimly lit. Your clothes were strewn everywhere, and he had taken you on every possible surface – from the coffee table to the expansive living room window overlooking the ocean, and now on his bed. 

He didn't hesitate for a moment, his desire insatiable. Somehow, he even managed to feed you the aphrodisiac chocolates during heated kisses, deepening the intensity of your connection with each touch and taste that seemed impossible to quench.

"Baby," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. He had your hands pinned against the headboard, his grip firm and unyielding. His chest pressed against your back, warm and solid, as his fingers delved into your wet cunt, moving with a relentless rhythm that left you breathless.

The squelching sound filled the room, adding to the erotic symphony that drove him even harder. Your back arched with every expert stroke, each thrust of his fingers hitting the perfect spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Ken, wait!” you gasped, feeling a strange pressure building within you. “I feel like I’m gonna pee.”

He didn’t falter for a second, his fingers maintaining their relentless rhythm. “Just let go, princess,” he murmured, his voice a mix of encouragement and command. “The sheets are already dirty anyway.”

His words and the relentless thrusting of his fingers broke down your resistance. With a cry of both pleasure and relief, you let go, your body trembling as you squirted, the sensation overwhelming. Ken’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he continued to work you through it, his fingers drenched in your release.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, his voice low and approving. “Just like that.”

As Ken finally released your hands, you let them slide down, resting them beside you—the dampness of the wet sheets clinging uncomfortably to your skin, causing you to grimace. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the rapid pace of your breathing, and allowed yourself a moment to regain composure.

Ken, still insatiable and eager, looked at you with a determined glint in his eyes. “It’s my turn now,” he said, his voice rough with need. You, sore and spent, protested weakly, “Baby, I’m so beat... I don’t know if I can handle much more.”

He silenced your concerns with a reassuring smile and a quick, decisive movement. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” he said, his tone filled with confidence. With a firm grip, he lifted you effortlessly and positioned you on his lap, your legs spread and held against your chest. He manoeuvred you into a perfect angle and guided his hard cock to your still-sensitive cunt.

“Fuck, Ken, too deep!” you cried out, your voice trembling as you struggled to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. Saliva dribbled from your lips, a testament to the intense pleasure and exhaustion.

Ken's voice was a low, teasing murmur against your ear. “But you love it when I go deep like this,” he cooed, his tone dripping with mockery. He squeezed you closer, his grip firm and possessive, restricting your movements and trapping you in place. 

The way he moved, controlling every motion and maximising your pleasure, made you feel like nothing more than his personal plaything, his fleshlight. Each powerful thrust sent your breasts bouncing. Your head leaned back against him, the sensation overwhelming as his movements were both demanding and dominant, ensuring you felt every inch of him, leaving you breathless and helpless under his command.

Finally, with a guttural groan that reverberated through the room, Ken’s body tensed, and a shudder ran through him as he reached his peak. His hot cum spilling deeply inside you, a wave of warmth that filled you completely.

He collapsed against you, his breath coming in deep, shuddering gasps as he buried his face in your hair, staying fully inside you. As he caught his breath, he managed to joke through his ragged breaths, “I think I’ll have to give that chocolate company a review —'5 stars for effectiveness!'”

You weakly slapped his arms, a small, affectionate smile tugging at your lips despite the fatigue. “You’re impossible,” you murmured, barely able to muster the energy to respond.

He then gently shifted his position, moving his hand to cup your chin and guide your face towards his. His eyes, soft and tender, met yours as he leaned in to press a gentle, affectionate kiss to your lips. 

Pulling back slightly, he whispered with a teasing smile, “But you love me.” 

“Unfortunately.” You responded with a playful sigh.

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You were scrolling through your phone during lunch, your thoughts drifting as you ate, when a familiar company caught your eye. You paused, intrigued by a screenshot of a review with the username Notkensato07. The review was under a popular chocolate company, and as you read the lines, you couldn’t help but groan.

Notkensato07: ★★★★★

"Absolutely incredible! I tried the aphrodisiac chocolates and they were so effective, my girlfriend’s still recovering. If you want a taste of heaven—and maybe a little bit of chaos—this is your go-to. 5 stars, but if I could give it more, I would!

⤷ 241 replies

g0urmetguru: More than 5, huh? That’s some serious praise. I’m curious, how long did the effects last? Asking for a friend 😉

sillysocks76: IS THIS KEN SATO?

ChefRemyDaRat: Wow, talk about a rave review! If it’s that good, I’m buying a box for sure 🔥

chocolateroses: LMAOOO! I hope your girlfriend’s recovery is going well, man!

SweetToothSteve: Wow, this sounds wild! I’ve heard aphrodisiac chocolates are hit-or-miss, but this sounds like a game-changer. Guess I’ll be adding these to my shopping list!

jellybonbons: Nah, that’s cap.

  ⤷ chikinuggie: You’re just salty because you got no hoes.

   ⤷jellybonbons:  (comment removed for harassment) 

     ⤷jellybonbons: Wtf? why is my comment removed n not chikin for bullying?!

      ⤷ chikinuggie: The truth hurts, doesn’t it?

        ⤷ SweetToothSteve: Alright, kids, play nice! 😂

–

Shocked by the boldness of his review, you yelled out his name in disbelief, “SATO!”

Ken, who had been skipping around the living room as part of his exercise routine, froze mid-skip. The sudden outburst made him lose his rhythm, causing him to trip over his own feet. 

“Oh shit!”

Dividers by: @/chilumitos

[lemonlover1110]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Family game night never ends well in your family, unless Toji wins (Spoiler alert: He rarely wins.)

Warnings: Fluff, Toji gets upset causing his kids to get upset.

*Little drabble from A Pearl and You, My Angel and My Saint, you don't have to read either to enjoy this cute little (yet chaotic) family!

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Family game night is a complete nightmare in your household. It’s not because of your kids but because of your husband. You’re not surprised that Toji is competitive, if anything, you’d be shocked if he wasn’t. You’ve been with Toji for so long that you know what behaviors to expect from him, which is why you’re hesitant to have a family game night.

“Look what I found!” Eight-year-old Misumi brings an old board game to the living room where the family is at. Megumi’s eyebrows furrow, looking at the old box of candy land. Immediately he shakes his head, speaking up,

“Throw that shit out!” Megumi says.

“Language!” Kenji and Kamiko call out their older brother, causing you to laugh. You wonder why Megumi has such a strong reaction to the game, but then he glances at his father and you have a single scenario in your head: Toji yelling at Megumi because he lost in candy land. You glance at Toji who looks away in shame, knowing that what you’re thinking is exactly right.

“I wanna play!” Misumi exclaims, and the three-year-old twins are the first ones to agree. They don’t really get games, leaving them teamed up with you and Toji. You look at Toji and a sigh leaves his lips.

“I guess… You in, Gumi?” Toji looks at his eldest son, and Megumi is about to say no, but he looks at Misumi, and she gives him puppy eyes. He guesses he can be a good big brother at least once a while, right? How bad can it be?

“Yeah. Whatever.” Megumi responds, making Misumi open the box and put the game down on the coffee table. Kenji runs to his father, hoping that they’ll play together, while Kamiko runs to play with you. You all pick your respective pieces and begin to play.

The game starts off great, everything goes smoothly until your husband has to go back one spot. You notice Toji’s eyebrows furrowing, and he takes a deep breath. But the team recovers, and the game continues smoothly. Megumi surpasses Toji, which again, causes Toji to clench his jaw; in the end, he bites his tongue so nothing happens. Toji surpasses Megumi again. The game continues just fine again.

Toji and Kenji are so close to winning– Until Misumi surpasses them and wins. You immediately understand Megumi’s reaction when Toji flips over the game and raises his voice, “Damn you, Mimi! Next time I won’t be paired up with some snot-nosed brat!”

“Toji!” You yell at him, and you watch as both Kenji and Misumi’s eyes well up with tears. Misumi begins to sniffle while Kenji fully screams crying. Toji realizes how badly he’s fucked up, and he begins to comfort his son, kissing the top of his head over and over again before he begins to apologize. Misumi runs up the stairs crying, and Megumi stands up to comfort his little sister. 

“Mimi, wait! I’m sorry!” Toji stands up, holding his son as he runs up the stairs to comfort his daughter. 

You look down at your three-year-old daughter who sits on your lap. She shrugs, asking, “What was that?”

You kiss the top of her head before telling her, “Your daddy is a sore loser, baby.”

[thefallennightmare]

How about a hc with taking baby Sebastian to a BO show for the first time?🤩 cute baby with those big noise canceling headphones watchinf daddy in awe

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This takes place in the Miracle Universe! If ya haven't read it(what the fuck are you doing? jk jk) no worries, you won't be totally lost!

"Wait, are you sure this is safe for him?" Noah asked as you passed over your six month old over to Matt, who stood in the sound booth.

"Love, he's fine," you reassured Noah while wrapping your arm around his midsection.

Your son Kenji giggled and smiled at his Uncle Matt while he put on the noise-canceling headphones.

"Those work, right?" Noah asked again, wanting to make sure Kenji's hearing wasn't going to be affected tonight.

Matt sent you a look, one that you knew all too well after spending years on the road with Bad Omens so you patted Noah's chest.

"Kenji will be fine. I'll hang out here with him and Matt. He'll wear the headphones the entire time. Your son is excited to watch you tonight."

Noah's eyes filled with love as he remembered why I joined them on tour.

He wanted to make Kenji proud. Even at six months old.

A little while later and after a lot of convincing to Noah on your end, he ended up giving the performance of his life tonight; all for his angel and his son.

You watched with tears in your eyes while holding Kenji close to you as he tried to reach for Noah, who was on the other side of the room on stage.

While Noah sang Just Pretend, your son now asleep in your arms, your body began to sway with the music and Matt watched you with a smile.

"What?" You asked.

He shrugged. "It's just nice to see. After everything you overcame; alone and with Noah."

Very briefly, you could see faint tears in his eyes, and trying not to wake Kenji, you wrapped your free arm around Matt.

"Love you, ya loser."

You didn't see it but you could tell he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

As the song faded, you watched Noah again as he pointed to you and Kenji, then threw up a heart sign with his hands.

[justpoliteconversations]

Trust [Four + Veteran!Reader]

It was in that moment that Four realized you trusted him. And that he would never betray that trust.

Was getting ready to start my Yan!Sky piece, but this bit me so hard while trying to get my tired ass in gear I couldn't say no. Indulgence at its finest.

Masterlist

TW: Choosing not to disclose. Read at your own risk. I mean it.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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In an unspecified location, at an unspecified time, amidst an unnamed unit, you slumped over the embankment of your shoddy ass trench and breathed. In. Out. In. Out. Gun held flush against your side. In. Out. In. Out. Waiting. In. Out. In. Out.

The sun is hot. You're thristy. It's so fucking hot.

The damned flies are buzzing, buzzing. Buzzing.

You can't feel your leg. You can't feel your arm. That's bad, but you can't remember why. You can't move them. That's bad.

In. Out. In. Out.

It's hot.

'Gotta keep the choke point. You gotta keep it.'

In. Out. In. Out. Johnny's staring at you. In. Out. In. Out. There's flies in his eyes. They're in his eyes, they're in his eyes, they're in his-

'Gotta keep the choke point.'

It's quiet. Except for the flies. The damned flies. They're in Lee too. In his eyes.

It smelt of rot. And flies.

Those damned flies.

Johnny's rotting. Kenji's rotting. Samuel's rotting. Jame's rotting. Gorge's rotting. Kisha's rotting. Lee's rotting. Rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting (rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting, rotting)...

'They're in me too.' Those damned flies. Buzzing. Buzzing. Buzzing.

It's hot.

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You never told him how you lost your leg and arm. About how you got discharged from the military. How you got those scars on your face and neck. You never told any of the chain how it happened. Just that it did and you didn't want to talk about it.

And that you couldn't stand the sound of flies buzzing. Or touching you. Or touching anyone else.

Especially not near the face.

That had been that. They knew more than most how difficult it could be to relive those kinds of memories. And so they respected your wishes and didn't ask again, no matter how much the sight of your arm and leg (and they were your arm and leg. not just replacements that happened to be on your body. your limbs. yours) enticed them to pry and dig and stare curiously.

Seven months they maintained their respectful silence. Seven months you came to know the Chain as people and not just characters in a game. Lived with them, ate with them, fought with them. For seven months, you said nothing of your past beyond a few raunchy jokes and a few strategic observations.

It was a closed issue. A non-issue. No one's business but your own. Until it suddenly wasn't.

And it had been you who broke that silence.

You were surprised as well when the words slipped from your lips one evening. Sitting beside Four (such a small man, and yet his presence held so much weight when he was so focused), as the small smith maintained his equipment with an ease that spoke of a lifetime of diligence and experience.

Everyone else was off preparing for the night. Foraging, scavenging, wood collecting, patrolling.

You were alone. You felt safe (Four was humming and mumbling as he sometimes did. sounding so soft and calm and assured). You hadn't realized your mouth was moving until after the silence had been pierced through.

"Could you help me with my arm?"

The soft humming stopped. The shifting of the small man turning his head (his hair dragging softly along the seams of his vest) loud in the sudden quiet.

It had been so abrupt. So sudden. Even to you (especially to you). So unexpected. A cold sweat wanted to break out across your skin. Your mouth was dry. It was suddenly too hot in your skin. Under your skin.

You hadn't meant to speak at all. It'd just slipped out. You'd just felt so calm and secure and warm near the fire with the smith muttering at your side (so close you could reach out and brush a stray bang back behind his ear. so close you could see the smothering of blue and green swirling in the red canvas of his eyes) and it'd just happened. And you didn't know how to take it back. You didn't know if you wanted too.

Your eyes moved to Four. To his small, strong (ridiculously strong. blessedly strong) form. All lithe muscle and graceful movements corded into a tight frame. Powerful arms that could wield a battle hammer one handed, a chest so dense it pushed the seams of his patched vest when he turned and breathed, or sighed or flexed.

He was looking you in the eye. His cool, focused gaze flashing blue and red and violet and green, a kaleidoscopic of colors flickering and shifting around an unmoving pupil locked on your form. More piercing than a bullet. Steady as a rifleman's hand.

Then he blinked, and cool violet (ringed with vivid green and a deep, deep blue) was watching up at you with mild interest. "Of course. Just give me a moment to finish up here and we'll take a look." He said, calmly. Steady. Casual. Violet and green intermixing, blue pulsing a steady, red-dripped rhythm in time with their beat.

You nodded, resisting the impulse to swallow around the dry lump in your throat. Still staring down at the head of fine, pin-straight blonde hair bent gracefully over the smith's favored shield. Your heart thumping, thrumming, pulsating in your ears.

No going back. Hold your ground.

You expected to hear the buzzing of flies in your ears. The thick of rot on the back of your tongue. Something, anything to punish you for the wrongness of your actions. Your words.

It never came.

You heard only the faint, red-soft hum of Four, mumbling under his breath as he breathed. In. Out. In. Out. The slip of delicate pink as his tongue wetted the corner of his lips as he worked. The gentle coil of his feathery bang (oily now, after weeks on the road) as it slipped from behind a single pointed ear and brushed against the soft curve of his cheek.

He smelt of forge soot and oil. Of sweat salt and the faint sour of body odor under the clean wash of heat, warmth, and fire that lingered on his skin always.

In. Out. In. Out. Your eyes flickered to him briefly. Soft, pinkish-red flickering around the shine of a liquid, unwavering pupil.

"I'm happy, you know." Four said, the soft, soft red pushing past the rings of blue and green and violet until they all blurred around the edges. A vivid sunrise in motion. "I've always wanted to be your friend." And he smiled. A bright and honest grin that colored the apples of his cheeks. "I mean that."

"Yeah." You pushed out. Throat dry, but heart beating now to the pulse of liquid red and blue and green and violet hue. "Me too."

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"How long we gonna have to wait? I'm hungry! We can't even hear what they're sayin'!" Wind whisper-yelled, huddled up against War's side as the captain ruffled the soft fluff of the youngest's hair.

War's face twisted into an overly dramatic swoon as he cooed playfully. "Patience. No need to rush the progress of sweet, blossoming romance for the sake of one little sea brat's grumbly-tummbly~"

Wind's face twisted into the most offence it had held since the first time Sky tried (and succeeded) in putting him down for bedtime (fairytale story ready and all). Nevermind that Wind had secretly enjoyed every minute of it, and it had become a biweekly occurrence when Sky was feeling especially homesick. "Bast-"

A hand slapped over the sailor's mouth mid-curse. "Wind." Hyrule began, sweet (too sweet. it made Wind shudder with nearly forgotten self-preservation) smile on his lips as he said softly. "Our brother is making a friend. Let's not be selfish, yes?" He smiled just a bit bigger, hinting at teeth, and Wind nodded quickly under Hyrule's hand, eyes wide with the fear of fairy mischief dangling ominously over his head. "Good! I'm happy we agree!"

"Shhh!" Legend hissed, casting a menacing side-eye over his shoulder at them. "Shorty's makin' a mo-DID HE JUST PULL THEIR ARM OFF!?"

"HE DID WHAT NOW!?"

"BY THE THREE-"

"FUCKING COOL!"

Time sighed, running a hand down his face as his boys began descending into chaos.

'Malon give me strength.'

"Twi! Hey, Twi! Four ripped their arm off!"

"What!?"

'Please.'

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Back to the shadows.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 12 - The boys who went through hell.

Summary: Eijirou is a good friend but even he has his limits. Izuku finally wakes up, but he’s not really himself.

Warnings: Swear words, arguments, a lot of crying and mentions of injuries. Mentions of mental issues.

For those who are waiting: In this chapter, we get to know what’s up with Izuku. The next chapter is still angsty but he’s alive and relatively well and that’s not gonna change, so I’ll leave it to you if you wanna start reading now or wait until Chapter 14 which is the official end of the angst. Chapter 14 is almost angst free and Chapter 13 ends on a positive note.

First Chapter Master List

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“Is he alive?” Is all you say after your phone lights up with Eijirou’s name.

It has been a whole hour since the accident but Katsuki’s and Eijirou’s phone just went into voicemail after a few rings, both of them probably busy giving statements to the police and making sure Izuku is (hopefully) taken care of.

After a few seconds of silence, there is a quiet “yes” coming from the other side. You can’t help but start crying again, even though you’ve literally just stopped 2 minutes ago.

You called Izuku’s mom right away. You tried your best to stay strong for her and it drained all your energy, even if it was only a 5 minutes long conversation because thankfully, All Might was with her so your phone call ended up with him trying to soothe your troubled soul instead of the other way around.

Your mind is a mess. There are no thoughts, just… emptiness. This is how being in shock might feel like, there isn’t any other explanation for it.

“He’s… alive… but… Y/N, you must stay strong. He’s… fuck.” Eijirou’s voice wavers. “We can’t see him until tomorrow. They need to do a lot of surgeries… his arms… they are broken. Shattered. The explosion… isn’t at fault. The building. When he was young he… broke his arms too many times….” Eijirou mutters, not even able to make full sentences, just little bits and bobs, trying to give you as much information as he can but failing with the interpretation so much you can barely understand a single word. “They don’t… know if he’ll be able to do hero work. They said this might be the end of his career. If the surgery succeeds, he might have a chance but he’ll need to stop completely for… months.”

“Ei, that’s not important right now.” You try your best to sound confident, but your voice can’t stop shaking. “What about his chest? His heart?”

“All good.” A new voice takes over. You have no idea who this is. “He lost a lot of blood but otherwise, he’s fine. It will leave a scar and it will take a while to completely heal as we used up all his stamina to save his right hand. Oh, I’m Kenji, the doctor assigned for his case. I asked Red Riot and Dynamight to try and relax but they aren’t listening.”

“Fuck you and your stupid fluffy blanket, Kenji.” Katsuki’s voice comes from the background and you can’t help but laugh in between two sobs.

“So as I said, we used up all his stamina to heal his right hand but both of his arms were injured quite a few times when he was young due to his quirk being too strong for his body hence why he was advised to keep them out of harm’s way to avoid any complications. Needless to say, this was the last straw for those poor, severely battered bones. Even though we healed it he won’t be able to lift anything for a while. He should be fine with everyday things but nothing else. He will need to start from the beginning and go to rehabilitation, but I do believe if someone can make it out of this, it’s him. I’ll send a note over with all the information you might need to support him. I’m sorry I can’t let you see him as we had to start with the surgeries as soon as we can, we also need to do some magic on his chest to make the pain more bearable, so… yeah. It’s going to be a long journey, but he’ll live.”

“That’s amazing, thank you.” You cry, finally able to breathe properly.

“I’m keeping these two for another 30 minutes then they’ll go straight to you. You have amazing friends, by the way, they couldn’t stop talking about you since they came in.”

“She ain’t my friend.” Katsuki grumbles in the background. “She’s… fucking family.”

“Oh, Katsuki…” You burst into tears again. “Can I talk to him? Please?”

“One minute. That’s it.” Kenji mutters and gives the phone to the grumpy blond.

“Oi, the fuck do you want?” He grumbles into the device, his voice shaking with every syllable.

“I love you too.”

“Fuck you, you asshole!” There is a sob on the other end and the phone goes silent.

~•🥦•~

It takes the two another hour to make it back to Izuku’s flat. Katsuki’s eyes are red and swollen and he does his best to avoid any kind of eye contact as he plops down right next to you on the sofa, leaning into you like a grumpy kid in need of attention. Eijirou only sighs, eyes just as red as his partner’s but somehow, more put-together in general; he makes a beeline for All Meowth’s little castle in the corner and starts petting the usually grumpy animal like his life depends on it.

“The list is not the problem, Deku is. He will… not be the same when he comes back.”

“Can we not have this conversation right now? We just came back. I want to chill.” Katsuki retorts angrily. You can’t help but gawk at him for using such a rude tone but this is not your fight so you let them talk this out.

Eijirou ignores his rudeness and concentrates on you instead. Nevermind then.

“We should make some food for tomorrow. I think they’ll let him come home in the morning. Kenji said he’ll be in a wheelchair for the first two or three days because of his chest injury. It will sting like hell every time he moves. Let’s make sure there is enough space in the flat for him to move around, maybe we should move some things… can we sleep in your room, Y/N?” Eijirou does not sit down; he’s walking around aimlessly, his mind clearly in a frenzy.

“Eijirou, sit down…” you are just about to retort but Katsuki jumps into your words.

“I ain’t gonna cook. We can fucking order. I saw my best friend almost die on the…”

Katsuki can’t finish the sentence. Something snaps in Eijirou and it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. His face is hardened on the edges, his skin is red from anger, he looks downright manic as he starts to yell.

“Your best friend?! Really?! Oh, I’m so fucking sorry, princess, would you like a fucking cup of tea, you selfish little prick?! I was there too, you know! I was the one getting his broken body out of the rumble while you sat on the fucking floor doing nothing, yet you didn’t even ask how I’m feeling! He’s not just your best friend! He’s mine, too! I felt just as miserable as you, yet I tried to be there for you and you can’t even move your fucking ass to make Katsudon for him! I can’t even close my eyes without seeing his dead fucking eyes and his head lolling in my arms lifelessly, thank you fucking much for asking!” Eijirou takes a deep breath, his legs shaking so much he can’t help but fall down to the floor. “Doesn’t fucking matter. Let’s just sit around and be sorry for ourselves. That will fucking help.” He mumbles between two sobs.

“I’ll… make Katsudon.” You mutter, trying your best to leave the two alone as soon as you can because whatever this was about, you have nothing to do with this.

“Let’s make it together. I… I’ll get the original recipe from Auntie.” For your surprise, Katsuki looks… extremely embarrassed, like a kid caught in the middle of mischief. There are fresh tears in his eyes, his cheeks dusted red, but his voice is weirdly even, like he’s been slapped out of his stupor and now he’s back to his usual self but more relaxed, more pliant. He touches the top of Eijirou’s head in a silent apology as he sneaks past him, but doesn’t do anything else and he also ushers you into the kitchen, forcing you to leave the redhead alone. After a few minutes of silence you can hear him standing up from the floor. He starts rearranging the living room, his actions followed by quiet sniffles and murmurs.

“Is he…?”

“He’ll come around. He gets scary as hell when he’s angry. If I would have tried to talk to him he would’ve beaten me to a pulp. He rarely gets mad but when he does, you better run.” Katsuki mutters, still looking at his phone, probably memorizing the recipe written in the reply. “Let’s get this shit done then I’ll talk to him when we go to sleep.”

“Are you not mad at him for talking to you like that?” You look at the blond, completely stunned.

“Why would I? He was right. I was being extremely self-centered and ungrateful. He deserved better.”

“I’m glad you know that.” Suddenly, Eijirou appears in the door, leaning on the wall lazily that he didn’t just have a complete meltdown mere minutes ago.

“I’m not fifteen anymore, I know when I fuck up.” Katsuki grumbles back and instead of an answer, Eijirou just bumps his fist into the blond’s arm in a friendly gesture and goes back to rearranging the flat, leaving you two alone to finish the food preparations.

These two are certainly something else.

~•🥦•~

“You can come in now. I need to finish some of his paperwork but he’ll be able to leave in a few minutes.” Kenji smiles at the five of you sitting in the waiting room. Inko and All Might are also here. “I must warn you, he’s… not in the best mood. Please take everything he says with a pinch of salt.”

You pale completely from his words. You’ve seen Izuku in a lot of different moods but this one doesn’t sound like him at all. He can’t serious… right?

~•🥦•~

“Why is she here?”

Your stomach churns from the sight in front of you. Izuku’s almost completely covered from his neck to his hips with bandages, one arm in a sling while the other just lays motionless on the bed, his fists clenched weakly as he stares at Katsuki and ignores everyone else. His eyebrows are scrunched together, his gaze angry, almost maniacally so, mouth tightened into a thin line. It feels like Katsuki is the biggest traitor in the world even though he literally did nothing to deserve such a treatment.

There is real terror in your eyes when you realize you don’t know this man laying on the bed. His face and his behavior is the exact opposite of your beloved’s, brash and rude, almost insensitive.

“The fuck do you mean, why? She’s your girlfriend!”

“Yeah, and she’s quirkless and you just danced around the whole city with her when we have a villain group literally after our biggest weaknesses!” Izuku yells back, flabbergasted, completely ignoring you sniffling in the background. Eijirou puts his arm around you and pulls you closer and you can’t stop yourself from burying your face into his chest, completely heartbroken.

“Midoriya-shounen. Y/N is safe. These boys didn’t leave her side since the accident.” All Might speaks up in a calm tone. “Don’t talk to them like that. Would you be able to sit at home in this situation? I don’t think so.”

“I’m really done with everyone yelling at me. Fucking sorry I exist, honestly.”

“Katsuki…” Kirishima tries to warn him but Katsuki doesn’t back down.

“You can be an asshole and tell me off for bringing her here but here’s the fucking truth: the villains have no fucking reason to fuck around with any of us anymore as I’m quite sure they proved their point by making the number one hero incapacitated.” Katsuki sneers while Eijirou pulls you even closer, knowing how hard this situation must be for you.

“I’ll bring Y/N home. Right now.” The redhead gives Izuku a side eye. “Actually, I’ll just ask Auntie Inko to take her away for a while.”

“I’m more than happy to take her in.” Inko speaks up between two sobs, clearly disappointed in his son’s behavior, even though she can’t hide how worried she is for her boy.

“No!” Izuku finally snaps back to his old self, his eyes the size of saucers as he sees you moving towards Inko, completely heartbroken. “Please…”

“Let’s give these two a moment then.” Eijirou sighs. This is the second time in the last 24 hours when you are utterly shocked by Red Riot’s forever changing personality. It’s like he knows what works with who, like a chameleon changing his colors to blend into their surroundings. You can’t help but respect that about him. Clearly, Eijirou is the one that keeps their friend group together, who helps everyone out in need, who’s always by everyone’s side even if his efforts are not appreciated. He’s amazing, honestly.

When the group leaves the room, Izuku moves one of his fingers in a silent plead for you to come closer and needles to say, you shuffle closer without a single retort.

“Sweets, I… I’m not okay.” Izuku bursts out crying just as you put your hand over his broken one. Izuku tries to bury his face into your chest but seeing the pain in his eyes makes you realize he can’t even move towards you without being in utter agony, so with tears streaming down your face you sit closer and move towards him, even if the position is extremely uncomfortable for you.

“I know, love. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.” You mumble, your fingers raking through his messy hair gently, in case there is an injury you don’t know about around the back of his head.

You feel miserable but also… weirdly happy. Izuku is clearly not okay, he’s hurt in more ways than it’s visible for the naked eye but he still wants you around, he doesn’t want you to leave and that means a world to you.

“I… want to be alone. But I also want you to be around. I know it’s selfish, but…”

“It’s okay.” You mumble before Izuku can finish his sentence. “Whatever you need, baby. We will get through this. I promise.”

“I love you so much, you don’t understand.” Izuku whispers. “I’m sorry - I know you hate to hear that but I need to say it anyway.”

“Say that to Katsuki, honeybun.” You sigh, your lips leaving tiny kisses on the top of Izuku’s head. “He got told off by Eijirou yesterday. It was downright cruel. Then you yelled at him today, again. He feels really bad about freezing completely while you got hurt. He feels like it’s his fault.”

“He froze?” Izuku tries to look up at you but he winces from the pain right away. You really want to help him and it’s extremely frustrating that there is nothing you can do.

“Yeah, he just collapsed on the floor, unable to move. Eijirou pulled you out of the rumbles alone and brought you both back to the safe zone. You don’t need to talk to him right now, but in the future… don’t forget to apologize, okay?”

“Okay.” Izuku sighs. “Go home with them, okay? I’ll ask mom to bring me home. I just… want to talk to All Might. He…”

You can’t help but smile.

“He told me in the waiting room. I know everything. Just rest, okay? See you at home.” You jump off the bed but Izuku pulls you back for a proper, deep kiss that tastes kind of stale but it’s still sweet nonetheless.

Life might not be easy for you two right now but there isn’t a single obstacle you two can’t overcome together. Love is silly like that. It makes you to be able to do things you wouldn’t be able to do alone. And if the amount of love you two feel towards each other is any indication, even this mess will eventually clear out and one day, maybe a bit later in the future, you’ll be able to see pro hero Deku again, confident and victorious as he looks down at the handcuffed villains by his foot. It’s going to be a long journey, but…

“Until you are by my side I know I can do anything.” Izuku mutters into your mouth before he finally lets you go.

… yeah, exactly that.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato Ramble:

- Okay, so the next chapter will also have some angst in it but it will be nothing compared to the main angst so it’s only up from here. Also, I don’t think there’s gonna be any more angst after Chapter 13 except one scene later in the future, but that will be a short one and much milder so I’m sorry guys for all the angst but I had this planned since the beginning and it’s important for the story. One more chapter and the fluff is back! I swear!

- Kenji means “to be in good health”. I wanted to give the guy a name that works for his quirk, in the good old Horikoshi way.

- I’ll probably write the Kenji’s list down for you guys but this chapter is already too long so it will be in the next chapter!

- Izuku’s wheelchair will be a high tech one; instead of spinning the wheels he can just use a little joystick to move around because he’s hands are obviously fucked. It can also go up and down to make it easier for him to go to bed for instance. One of its arms is also retractable so he can literally just flop out of it. Random info.

- I can’t wait to be done with these chapters. Honestly, they break my heart but I’m actually quite proud of them.

- Send me your thoughts, please! I also need the support! 😂💜

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[stardustpr1ncess]

So over the course of binging Camp Cretaceous over the weekend to the point of exhaustion, I can confidently say I love it. Kinda glad I waited this long to watch it since idk how I'd feel having to wait for Chaos Theory.

Did I hate nearly every main character at one point or another? Yes, undoubtedly so, stop saving every dinosaur you find when it means your friends will be in danger DARIUS YOU FUCK. Did season 4 start Kenji x Brooklynn (she's in middle school while he has FACIAL HAIR 🤮) and have the main protagonist be literally an incel with robot dogs? Yes, sadly.

HOWEVER, seasons 1 2 and 3 were phenomenal character studies on how 6 kids would handle being stranded on dinosaur Disney World. Not only how they would survive such a tragedy, but how they would grow and come to terms with complex emotions about themselves and their new found family.

Some examples being the phenomenal arc that Ben goes through when he becomes isolated from the entire group, and slowly realizes he's in a sink or swim situation in which being the same "Scared Ben" (his words) will get him killed. He realizes this when he's surrounded by Compies alone with no one he can rely upon, so he finds the strength within himself (that dog in him if you will) to intimate them into running away. Furthermore he continues to survive alone for weeks, growing so confident as to fight Toro (the carnotaurus) in order to get to main street, knowing he's severely outmatched, but that it's his only chance of rescue.

My personal favorite example (yes... sadly this happens in season 4 😭) involves Yasmina, the best character. Over the course of their 6 months on Isla Nublar, they have been abandoned by the people put in charge of their care, stranded on a jungle island filled with dinosaurs, along with 3 hybrid dinosaurs bred to be perfect killers, and had to fight to survive essentially everyday. So, upon leaving the island and having a chance to be rescued, only to find there's just more dinosaurs on island 2 electric boogaloo, something inside Yaz snaps. They actually commit to giving this 15 year old PTSD from dinosaurs! Which is the most sane and likely consequence of this situation. She constantly has nightmares about dinosaurs, and has panic attacks at the sight or sound of them, causing the group to actually have to factor that into plans and not have her do insane stuff like sprint from Tyrannosaurus Rex's.

Season 5 was also good and Daniel Kon was an enjoyable and well built up villain, but at that point all the kids are so feral from being stranded on 2 dinosaur islands that it's nowhere near as grounded as the first 3 seasons. Therefore I can't really bring myself to say things like "stop saving the dinosaurs Darius you are fucking stupid", because at that point, they're so lost in the sauce of being the most dedicated environmental activists ever, that they might as well finish the job.

OH! Did I mention that Bumpy is in fact a character in this show? Or that she's also the cutest ever? Or that they're making a Lego set of her that I WITHOUT A DOUBT will be purchasing? That's a very important part of the essay can't be leaving Bumpy out like that.

That's a decent amount of what I wanted to say about Camp Cretaceous, there may be more essays to come since this is a 5 season show and Chaos Theory just released. Thank you for reading.

[twilightknight17]

The Promised Day - Part 3

Man, I left this for a while. God. Too much to do, too little time, and work is fucking exhausting. But let’s talk about the ending, finally.

Where last we stood, the Great Seal was cast, and everything faded to white.

Probably the closest any of you will ever get to seeing the Sea of Souls.

It’s crushing, how upset they are that everyone made it but one person. Honestly, I get the sense that any number of casualties would have been too much. This was an all-or-nothing fight. It was supposed to be that everyone goes home, or no one does.

But no, the one person they lost was their leader. In the end, there was nothing they could do.

…….it’s not the Sea of Souls, it’s the Universe. Oh god. Of course he can hear them.

Stop talking like you and Nyx are the same. T_T You’re not!

He does sound proud of them, though.

SEES is returned to the front of the school, Tartarus dissolves into light, and Minato walks out of the now-normal building so that everyone can hug him and cry all over him. If I didn’t know how this ends, I’d be really mad about ten minutes from now.

I do like that, after the timeskip, this version of the ending starts the exact same way as the other one, since they still don’t have their memories in this version.

Man oh man am I popular, though. This isn’t even all my social links, and look how many people want to talk to me!

It’s morbidly hilarious that this game literally started the trend of “walk around and talk to everyone the day before the ending”, but Minato’s the only modern protag who wasn’t going to leave. Not by choice, anyway.

You and your girlfriend can’t both have amnesia, my guy. Get it together.

We find out that Kenji is excited because apparently there are going to be three new teachers next year, and they’re all hot. So he has learned nothing. Lots of social links sent letters, because the end of their link was literally them leaving town.

(Minato wasn’t going to leave, everyone else was. Inverse Persona ending. X’’’D)

The Gourmet King is gone (no tears here). Maiko’s dad says she’s doing well but also says I’m absolutely not allowed to marry her. We’re able to give Akinari’s mom the notebook with his story in it. Mamoru and Kaz are doing fine. Bebe, tragically, has decided not to come back to Japan right away. He’s gonna stay with his uncle for a while so they can grieve his aunt together.

Ms. Toriumi is taking the accidental revelation that I’m her MMO buddy very well.

God I laughed so hard.

All the cats I saved from Tartarus are vibing in the back alley!

I think I saved eight total? I wonder if there’s more. Secret cat ending. Fill the whole alley.

And…

...can I listen to my music box now? Please. T_T

As Mitsuru makes her graduation speech, SEES starts to remember, and rushes for the roof, where Aigis and Minato are already skipping the ceremony.

That’s a long time.

I ended up dating Aigis just because I actually maxed her link, and I think the only other girl I maxed was Yuko? Maybe? And Maya, but that wasn’t a romance option, which I still think is weird.

So, the credits. They, uh, didn’t have to do that. Like, it’s brilliant. Having his silhouette sinking deeper and deeper and gradually fading away to represent him doing the same. He vanishes completely and only then does it end, and we get to see SEES reach the roof just barely too late. Beautifully done, Atlus, I started tearing up, how dare you. X’D

And then the main menu is no longer the Dark Hour.

So, overall, other than some nitpicks, I think this was a really solid game. But as a modern remake of a preexisting game, I think they could have gone further. Why NOT just make your male teammates possible social links? Why NOT include Hamuko? Why NOT include The Answer with the base game? Why lie and say you want the “core” (read: original base game) P3 experience, but then add new things?

Why make Ryoji tell you he wants to be more than friends and then not give you a third dialogue option?!?!?

(I know the answer is money. It’s always money. I am just salty.)

But I could forgive more of that if they hadn’t nerfed the final boss. I did some googling, and pinpointed some other things about the Nyx Avatar fight that didn’t line up. Before, he could attack twice per turn. This one can’t. They gave the Death Arcana an extra thousand health, but the old version automatically took half-damage from EVERYTHING except almighty. They took away Moonless Gown, and therefore took away his ability to become invulnerable. Apocalypse can reduce your HP to 1%, but if he’s not attacking twice per turn, someone always has time to heal, so who even cares?

(Shoutout to the Fandom wiki for being like, “It is strongly encouraged to heal when it uses this skill”. No shit, guys. Wow.)

And yeah, they buffed his spells up a level, but ultimately, all the things that might have actually made the boss genuinely hard got nerfed.

It kind of sucks. They gave him a cool new color scheme for the final arcana and then weakened him. Why even.

Anyway, gonna do NG+ on hard mode to finish all social links and the compendium, and also probably going to do something really stupid like solo the Avatar with my level 99 Minato and Thanatos just for giggles.

Because hell yeah. :D

[the-bloody-sadist]

Hi, Sadist, I love your artworks and stories so much, as an aspiring writer. I was wondering what you thought of Fyodor's death during the last season 5 episode of bsd, because I felt that all this time he was shown to be sooo intelligent, and then he got fooled way too easily by skk's fake vamp trick (i'm dying), the plot of bsd is confusing me :') AM I alone here??

First of all, you've come to the right place. If you didn't see my other most recent ask, I'm a BSD s4-5 hater, and an Asagiri hater as a whole, really, after seeing the kind of shit he's pulled.

Second of all, let's get something straight here: FYODOR IS NOT DEAD. You can't EVER tell me that 1) a BSD character of importance has actually died for real and 2) his dead body was not even shown on screen and Dazai said "HE'S DEFINITELY DEAD" HAHAHAHA. LAUGHABLE. ATROCIOUS. He's obviously gonna come back minus one arm. Asagiri doesn't care about logic or good storytelling, anymore. It won't matter that a helicopter literally BLEW UP WITH HIM IN IT, Asagiri will be like "um akshually" and then the worst possible plot convenience explanation ever, just like EVERYTHING IN THE NEWEST SEASONS HAS BEEN SO FAR.

Like please. I'm SUCH a hater right now. I don't ever want to see more BSD content. I'm done. Wrap it up. The vampires were enough. I didn't need fucking CHUUYA PRETENDING TO BE ONE AND MAKING THE AUDIENCE JUST BELIEVE THAT FYODOR WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK HE ACTUALLY WAS A VAMPIRE?? HELLO? Smart person, who??? Also tell me how he simulated the red eyes, Asagiri. Hm? How'd he pull that off?

Bullshit.

Fyodor and Dazai came off as intelligent in their first few appearances together. Fyodor's BANGER scene with Ace? I'll never get over it. I LOVED that. Was it a BIT of a stretch in a lot of areas? Yeah! BSD has always been that way. But it absolutely lost its course and any sort of grounding in reality or good storytelling when it came to S4-5. All of the "'''''''intelligent'''''''''' characters are now just plot convenience masters. It's absolutely ridiculous. We went from high school level reading to kindergarten shit.

And I never thought I could be made to HATE Dazai. But these new seasons turned up the "oo I'm so quirky" dial on his character so hard that I completely disconnected with him and Fyodor and couldn't stand whatever scenes we got with them together. The whole prison break scene was devastating, too. What EVEN.

Coming from a writer's perspective, this is just the LAZIEST plot I have ever seen in an anime. Asagiri spent NO amount of effort deciding how to make characters work to get themselves out of whatever pits they fell into. He just went "oh and then this other guy swooped in and fixed it! Easy peasy! I'll beat up Kenji again! And then I'll give him this VERY IMPORTANT rage form suddenly that was NEVER explored and NEVER mentioned until just now! For like two minutes so he can "beat" this guy in a fight and then let him go because NOBODY DIES EVER!"

I seriously can't. I knew Dazai wouldn't die but all the fan theories of how Dazai wouldn't die were better than what actually happened. It's almost amazing the amount of non-effort that went into these season arcs.

After finishing them, I now hate Gogol, Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya (more than before), Atsushi, Fukuchi, Ranpo (though I've never once had a positive thought about him) and basically everybody--except Akutagawa was okay, Sigma, Jouno, and Tetchou had potential, and Bram was very cute. They ruined everyone else so badly that it felt like OOC versions of them. Or did next to nothing with them, like Jouno and Tetchou. ESPECIALLY DAZAI. I will be malding over Dazai for FOREVER now. Why the hell did they turn him up to 100 on the most annoying parts of his personality???

In conclusion, not a single thing went right in those episodes, it was all "oh this could be go-- [GETS RUINED]" over and over again. There was a SINGLE episode that made me happy in S4 and it was that one where Gogol was introduced and he yanked on Atsushi's leg and stuff and that was IT. LMFAO.

Okay I have to cut myself off or I'll go on for hours. THANKS FOR ASKING ME ABOUT IT, IT WAS ALL BOTTLED UP IN ME.

And more importantly, thank you SO much for the compliments on my work!! I'm so happy you like my stuff, and I hope you take writing lessons from Asagiri on all the things you should NEVER do in a story if you want it to be worth anything!!!!

[jounosparticles]

this au reminds me a post about ranpo and jouno's similarity,they're both observant,blunt,smug...

jouno's talk with knkd reminds me the first crime we saw ranpo solve(btw ranpo looks so fine in that episode,he's very dramatic too lol)

Aside from Jouno would definately annoyed by Ranpo.What do you think their dynamic be like?

my souheki heart wanna see Ranpo n Dazai gang on him because he was mean to knkd/j.(big bro ranpo have a special place in my heart

i think Teruko will stay in the military but still secretly hangs out with Tachi?She have strong sense of justice after all.

i agree Kenji's not a good example to learn about moral grayness,that kid's moral is a bit fucked up actually.i fully believe if he was recruited in pm instead of ada he would have no problam killing ppl.

His whole thing is about protecting ppl he loves.His moral is based on ppl who he cares.Yes he sees best in ppl,but it's more like he doesnt care what they did.HE GENUINETLY DGAF ABOUT THEIR PAST CRIMES.For example,he admires chuuya who's still a mafioso,he didnt have any big reaction when hearing ranpo once let 68 ppl die.He's kind and sweet and caring,but he ignores serious problems too.

that first post was an interesting read! i can see what they’re saying. my only disagreement with it would be that jouno does partially hide who he is. chapters 92/93 display that jouno’s tendency to say he enjoys hurting people under his legal ability to is partially an intimidation tactic.

sure he likes to say it to torment people (and he does like harming criminals), he doesn’t like hurting the innocent and only wants to punish criminals despite claiming otherwise. "saving innocent people is a joy that is unmatched" is what he said to fukuchi right after telling aya that he doesn’t care if the ada is innocent or guilty and that he just wants to harm them under the rule of law. he also told fukuchi moments prior to the reveal that he would consider switching to the other side had the hunting dogs lost (which clearly was a lie considering he betrayed fukuchi lol).

however that post was made in 2020 which i believe was before those chapters released(?) so obviously they wouldn’t know that yet.

other than that i’d agree. jouno and ranpo both act like themselves a lot. although jouno does seem to hide his true intent sometimes his personality seems to be pretty loud and true.

as for the jouno and ranpo dynamic, oh i feel like they’d annoy each other. jouno could try to threaten ranpo and ranpo would tell him that he knows there’s no chance he will be harmed and then jouno will get pissed. it would be funny. working together on something would be neat too though, since both characters are rather smart.

for teruko, i hope her and tachi stay friends. i assume tachi will need to be a hunting dog from now on anyway, since the surgeries kind of keep him there.

that’s an interesting take on kenji. i feel like he wouldn’t want to kill people in general though and tries to find the good in everybody. he has shown that before but if he had been in the mafia he would be a deadly force. that’s for sure.

i feel he is too accepting of people to handle the mafia. he seems very forgiving lol. i could see him bringing back an enemy to the mafia fully reforming him and they’re friends haha

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Marius - Sweet chapter 2 - Random comments

PLEASE I LOVED THIS CHAPTER. CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE. I TOOK SO MANY SS, U GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HAHAHAH. SO MANY GOOD MOMENTS 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Marius is such a hardworking guy, he deserves the world!

And I have a new enemy now: Don Edison. 😡😡😡 This idiot is going to do sth bad to marius in the future. I just know it!!!!

No way he is going to just let it go after he lost his bet to Marius.

I was so worried Marius didn't have a plan when he confronted Edison. I thought maybe he was just testing the guy, but with no real plan in mind. Thank god that this whole idea of donation could be put into action.🙏🙏

I wonder if we'll get info about what happened to that project and also Crimson's project in future chapters. I hope so because I loved that plot tbh!

After reading this chapter I now realize how many subplots they can use when it comes to marius' world. There are so many possibilities. I'd love if they could do a timeskip just to see what marius would do with his life after college. I don't want him to abandon his career as an artist nor his work at Pax (even if they find Giann).

And speaking of Giann, I just had an epiphany when I saw this line here. I'm still at chapter 6 of the main story, so Idk if they already unravel this mistery regarding Giann.

The photo description just made me consider that Giann is indeed very much alive and he may be watching them, just like in the picture he took when they were younger. I hope I'm wrong, cuz if this is true, Marius will be devastated and he could even assault his brother just like he almost did to Kenji =/

And oh boy, Marius was THAT close to beat Kenji up ahahahaha. I remember that in one of his personal stories he was so infuriated that he punched a guy! But unlike the guy he punched in another story, I didn't want him to punch Kenji tbh.

But he was right to get mad. Kenji almost ruined his career to help Marius (which is obviously sth Marius would never agree with) and he was very rude when he mentioned Marius and MC's relationship. I'm still not sure if I should trust Kenji or not. He is too sus and although he respects Marius in his own way, he is loyal to Giann.

I kinda understand where Kenji is coming from, but honestly, they need to stop treating Marius like a child who needs to be rescued all the time. Yes, he is just 21 and he still has a long way to go, but people need to let him do things his own way.

I loved when MC told him exactly that. He doesn't need to do things like his dad or brother would do because he will never be them.

Ohhh. And we also got BLUSHING MARIUS again. AND TWICE. 🥰

Marius blushing when granny told MC about baby marius and his runny noise is fucking priceless lmaoooo

[readingdaydreams]

Defy Me☑️

I actually finished this one a few days ago but I’ve been super busy to update.

I received a promotion at work! Meaning that my cute little book set up needs to be packed up as I’m moving to a new location :( I’m happy and sad at the same time.

It also means I won’t be able to read as freely as I have before (during work hours). That I’m very upset about lol

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But let’s get into my thoughts for this book!

I was not expecting the long lost sister plot point lmao But omg I’m so sad for Emmaline. What a horrible thing to constantly have to experience.

Fuck Anderson, fuck Evie, and fuck that bitchass Max too.

I think it’s beautiful how Aaron and Juliette Ella basically fall in love within every lifetime. Super fucked up on everyone’s parents for whipping their memories each time, but their love is so strong that they are always drawn to each other.

Kenji having his own POV was everything 🤭 I love him so much.

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Dating Services

tagged by: no one!

tagging: anyone who wants to do so!

Ari

Takuma

Kimashi

Kyo

Senri

Kenji

Akyra

Daichi

Sato

Hiromi

Narihari

Hikari

Jeremiah

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #12:

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A/N: I miss you guys so much! Thank you for over 150 notes on my last outtake 🤯! If you haven’t read my life update already, please do and know that it’s hard for me to prioritize school and work before this blog. This outtake collection was originally supposed to be a multiple posting like the previous ones, but I reckon I was taking too long and thought to just post at least the part that was complete. Love y’all

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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8 Days After The Breakup ⛓🥀

💤 😴 💤

“Leave her be. She’s having fun.”

Aone watched as the class-snitch Tsume Lian handed in his paper and hurriedly left the classroom.

I didn’t mean to scare him, thought Mountain Man. He shrugged it off, looking down to concentrate on his own assignment, going through the questions easily. I only have 3 left now, and the answers are fairly simple because-

“Hi! Thanks so much for defending me a little while ago!”

An angelic voice startled Aone out of his academic train of thought. As soon as the sound vibrations reached his ear drums all the nerves in Aone’s body stood at attention.

Is that......?! he questioned, but received his answer when he felt the magnetic pull to the voice as he always did—his eyes having a mind of their own and following the sound. Aone felt his heart halt when he lifted his head from his paper to be graced with something much, much, more beautiful. His crush, you, were standing next to him. Aone’s entire body and brain went out of commission when he looked up to see you, standing so close he could feel your body heat, your beautiful manicured hands pressed on his desk. Your grateful eyes were staring into his for quite possibly the first time in his entire life.

The eyes he dreams about.

Your Apple scent invaded his nostrils and Aone breathed in as deeply as he could subconsciously. He never wanted to smell anything else.

The scent that he dreams about.

You reached over to touch Aone’s arm in his uniform, shooting him an endearing smile. Aone’s eyes widened. Y/N IS TOUCHING ME, he thought. His heart tightened and he really thought he was at risk for a heart attack. The only thing that kept him from having that heart attack, in fact, was seeing you smile a second later. He wouldn’t be graced with that smile if he fainted now🥵. To Aone, when you smiled, oh god, when you smiled—You weren’t just beautiful like he always found you: you were unreal. It was your smile on top of the cheerleading pyramid that made him initially lock onto you, and it was your smile with your friends at school that made Mountain Man stop in his tracks every time just to take it in. It is captivating.

Aone couldn’t help but stare at your lips when the vibrations of your melodic cheerful voice reached his ears again.

“I’m Y/N! It’s nice to meet you!”

Nice to.....? What? Losty Aone connected the dots a bit, realizing that you were introducing yourself to him. He wanted to laugh. It is almost a comical quiet-boy-meets-his-crush scene, right? The fact that the female he spends most of his day thinking about, the female outside of the Takanobu’s that he probably knows most about, the female that he has spent the better part of the last two years pining after, was introducing herself—that she deemed it necessary to make him aware of who she is—is comical.

Dark Comedy.

Honestly, Aone couldn’t even stop for too long to feel bad for how pathetic this seemed for him: as he was too busy basking in your light. Whether you were introducing yourself or reciting the Arabic alphabet to him— he’d want to hear you over and over, no matter what, unable to think of anything else he’d want more.

Aone wanted to say something back to you, he obviously did. But he was just too in shock that the girl he wishes he could marry, the girl that is so completely out of his league that she doesn’t even notice his existence, is speaking him unexpectedly. It was like a dream. Aone’s throat was drier than the Sahara desert.

It was TOO MUCH. Your simple greeting made him TOO HAPPY—he was unable to respond.

Aone felt severe loss of sweet tingling skin nerves when you removed your hand from his burning arm. If he was thinking clearly he might have pouted. He mentally kicked himself for being too star-struck by you to dedicate one part of his mind to memorize what it felt like to have you touch him.

“Sorry.”

You said shyly, gifting Aone’s eardrums again. You looked down sheepishly, then met his serious expression again, appearing God-sent with the thankful expression you gave him. If Aone could speak, he would bloody PROPOSE.

“Um....”

Still frozen, Aone couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you spoke.

“You probably don’t know this but you getting that pervert to leave me alone is quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. And you did it for a stranger, no less. And ummm.........”

You tucked your hair cutely behind your ear, obviously wanting to say something else. Aone was eager to hear it. He loved hearing your voice! After all, witnessing your usually bubbly cheerleader-self so demure and cute-looking made his heart skip a beat. Or dozens of beats. All he could think of when he watched you was:

She’s Unreal.

She’s Perfect.

She’s a Dream.

Long shot, but she’s my desired Future wife.

He wanted to beg you to keep speaking. Your voice was his favourite sound... it has been ever since he first heard it.

“Ummmm........ also I wanted to say.....”

Aone put an effort to mentally block out all the white noise of the chatty classroom so that he could hear your beautiful voice more clearly. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to memorize every second of this, since you approaching his desk has unpredictably turned today in to one of the best days of his life. Please keep talking to me Y/N. Please.

Aone’s heart tightened again as your expressive eyes pierced into his serious ones. You took a deep breath before saying what you wanted to say next.

......Yes? Aone wish he could say. You can tell me anything, Y/N.

“....and.....”

you pushed on, leaning in closer so that Aone had an even clearer close up of your gorgeous face and your scent was even stronger. Yep, absolutely the best day of my life.

And......? Aone wanted to hurry you, but then he saw you opening your mouth:

“And do you mind not doing that again? It’s obvious you have a really intense crush on me obviously—but I don’t feel the same way. I don’t even know who you are. It’ll never work out in the long run because I’m in this league and you’re...in that one.”

Aone hearing what you said was like a knife—no, A SWORD stabbing through his heart. He literally felt wounded. He looked at his beautiful crush—still putting you first even in a state of pain like this— feeling terrible for making you uncomfortable due to his romantic hopes.

“I’m s-sorry, Y/N...” Aone was about to stutter out,

💤😴💤

But his eyes opened before then, kicking him out of his dream.

Takanobu’s heart ached as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling in the dark. Aone checked with his hand to make sure that he really hadn’t been stabbed through the chest, because that’s what he felt right now. Breathing heavily through his nose when he felt his actual hard chest there like normal, he wondered how the pain there could be so insufferable then?

Takanobu hasn’t been able to avoid these terrible dreams since several nights ago, when you had broken up with him on the Ferris wheel. He knows you are not as cruel as you are in his dreams but his depressive state of mind obviously only knows how to make him feel worse about everything. He doesn’t really remember much after you had called him your friend in the Ferris Wheel lot; shattering what was left of his heart by that word combined with walking away. Though, he does remember hearing his mom at dinner 2 nights ago talking to him about how it was Futakuchi who had to come get him, but he wasn’t sure.

To be honest, ever since the night on the Ferris Wheel, Aone has become a shell of a man that lost a lot of care for things he used to care about.

He can’t recall what his mom said at dinner or what Kenji said in the car or what really happened the days after you decided to leave him: The only feeling he could register is the overbearing heavy feeling in his heart. The only thing that captured his attention is the aching in his chest. The sound of his heart’s continuous shattering whenever he thought of you was louder than any words he heard and the all encompassing gnawing of heartache, was more tangible than anything else he could possibly feel.

If Aone had to describe in words how he has felt since that moment 🎡 (but he wouldn’t because he has subconsciously retreated back to his mute lifestyle), he would say his heart feels like it is encompassed by the heaviest chains known to man with an anchor on the end, hanging low and weighing down his whole heart.

If that wasn’t bad enough, whenever you crossed his mind, the chains would tighten and squeeze his heart. Therefore, since you basically never left his mind, that means his heart is continuously being squeezed by hefty anchorage. It is an awful feeling to say the least.

Sitting up on the side of his bed, Aone checked his phone for the time and date.

8 days since the anniversary...? He stated to himself.

Had I attended school in between? He doesn’t even remember.

All that was clearly registered is the feeling of loss.

Aone sighed. Must have, because knowing Futakuchi, he likely wouldn’t let him skip. Aone can now recall going to school and not seeing you there....no wonder it’s deemed insignificant in his brain.

When Mountain Man had gotten too worried about your absence on the second day and was about to check on you, his friends had asked your friends, discovering that you were currently sick and on bed rest.

Mountain Man felt terrible. You probably got ill from walking in the snow after the Ferris Wheel ride. If he hadn’t brought you there you wouldn’t be sick. You’d only had on a thin jacket that night...

Should I text Y/N? Ask her if there’s anything I can bring her so she can feel better? What would Futakuchi say?

‘ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT.‘ Is what he would say, Aone thought, practically able to hear his friend’s voice.

In bed, Mountain Man sighed. Even if he did text you, you didn’t want to hear from him anymore. That’s the purpose of a breakup, no matter how much it gutted him. You were entitled to your space.

Through impenetrable mental torment, Aone rubbed his eyes and peeped at the time. While Aone would describe himself as a militant person, who always wakes up on time for school, leaves his house on time for everything; practically the most dependable human, and was very orderly his entire life—things have changed drastically as of 8 days ago. Not that he cared since time wasn’t really something he could focus on, but Aone now awoke several times a night, walked in late to class and cancelled his attendance to any and all social events he was going to go to.

He and Futakuchi were supposed to help Karasuno with blocking yesterday, but Aone just went straight home. He hasn’t even seen his friends for quite some time....or maybe he has, but the memory isn’t registering.

Broken-hearted Mountain Man would just avoid everyone in class (staring out of the window, looking incredibly unapproachable), and outside of class: opting to eat lunch alone (and by eating, it means just toying with whatever he was going to eat). Every lunch hour, this depresssed polar bear would find some corner outdoors to sit by himself: Sometimes it was at the bus stop down the street from the school where he’d sit and watch the passerbyers, his gaze staying a bit longer on the couples that passed by, wishing you still wanted that with him. Yesterday, he found a spot under a big tree and counted the grass patches. Even though you weren’t at school, as soon as the Date Teko cheerleaders came outside to practice a bit for the snowboarding team, Aone picked up his stuff and finished his lunch in an empty classroom...

6:38am.

So Aone had over 20 minutes till he needed to get up and get ready for school.

Usually, this white-haired man would use that time to do something productive: either review his homework, try to make breakfast for his mom or dad, read a book to his turtle, research new volleyball drills to help his team.............

But this morning was different. Of course it was. In the extra time he had this morning, all Aone could do in these minutes is sit up, propping his elbows on his knees and cradle his head in his hands, willing his heart to stop hurting so much. He had zero tears to cry, he isn’t a crier but they were probably all out after the first night that he tear stained his pillow...... So instead of crying, now Aone just spent his extra time in this position, thinking about you—the greatest girl he would ever know—and how he failed to make you happy enough that you’d choose to stay with him.

Aone:

He has no idea why he got his hopes up. Why did he think someone like you would want him? Of course you’d come to your senses eventually.

Faded beautiful black and white images of your moments together flashed through his depressed mind like a movie reel: triggering his heart to weigh his body down even more:

He saw you playing with Perdu on the floor of his room, trying to teach the reptile how to fetch.

He saw you cling onto his arm and hide your face in his shoulder when a jump scare hit the screen at the movie theatre.

In slow motion, He saw you waving and smiling at the supporters in the bleachers as you were cheerleading with your teammates, looking breathtaking

He saw you giving his best friends the middle finger and sticking your tongue out at them because they were teasing him

He saw you throw your head back and laugh as you sat next to him at the lunch table, leaning on him for support because you were laughing so hard

He saw you flip your hair back as you actually listening to his tutoring in his room... then he saw your face brighten, clapping when he told you your answer was correct

He saw you—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The sound of Aone’s weekday alarm jolted him out of his heart wrenching slideshow... He rubbed his temples for a moment in his dark room before turning the alarm off. He stood up slowly and took a deep breath before forcing himself to go through the motions again— slipping on his house slippers and making his way to his bathroom. He flicked on the bathroom light and Aone dared to look at himself briefly in the mirror: though what greeted his eyes made him instinctively turn the fucking light off.

Pathetic, anguished Mountain thought.

I look even scarier now. He tore his eyes away from the mirror display of his tired eyes and overall broken demeanour.

No wonder Y/N doesn’t want me.

Hearing your name in his mind for the first time since he had promised himself he wouldn’t mention it, sent a wave of immense devastation through this man’s entire body. It was so strong it caused this middle blocker to hang his head and use both strong hands to grip his bathroom counter so he wouldn’t collapse under the metaphorical pain in his chest.

He never knew it was possible to feel such emotional pain so physically.

He deliberated staying home, but that would worry his parents and friends even more, which is the last thing he wanted.

It’s almost the end of the week. Just keep getting ready for school, he told himself. It is only 4 hours until lunch, when you can be alone again.

Aone brushed his teeth while sitting on the edge of his bathtub, finding it easier to avoid his reflection in the mirror this way. He spat and rinsed, then reached for his floss, but realized it was empty.

Sighing, baby boy dragged his feet from his ensuite to one of his house’s main bathrooms where his mom left the extra toiletries.

Aone began flossing in his quiet bathroom. He heard the faint sound of the front door closing and locking since his mother usually left for work at this time. Takanobu finished flossing and washed his hands. He took a few floss containers and exited the main bathroom, shutting off the light and briskly turning the corner—before running right into another man.

“Shit!” The other voice yelled as their body fell backwards from the impact.

Completely startled because he thought he was home alone, Aone’s eyes widened but his fast reflexes caught the man’s arm before he fell to the ground. Aone’s eyes went back to normal realizing who he caught.

“Dude! Are you a fucking ghost?! You make zero sound when you walk around the house! How is that even possible for a man your size!?!”

Takanobu looked down at his best friend dressed in pyjamas like: ⁉️

Not uttering a word, he gave Kenji a monotone look as to say: What are you doing here?

Kenji—understanding his best friend without him needing to use words like he always did, answered him.

“What am I doing here?” Kenji chuckled. “Well, it’s been days and you won’t answer my texts or calls, big guy! I have no idea where you go during lunch, it’s cold as shit outside and we spend the entire time looking for you.... and then you go straight home when the last bell rings! You seem dead at school: like a zombie. So fuck, you forced my lazy ass to get creative. 💥 Boom. Now I’m here. Your mom said I can move in stay for the time being, basically. I’m sleeping in the first guest room and—“

Aone turned on his heels to peek into the first guest room beside the bathroom. Sure enough, he saw one big suitcase Futakuchi had used when he had come on a vacation with his dads side 4 years ago.

Aone turned back to his friend, grunting as if to say: 🤨 this is a lot....

“—No, it is not a lot. I’m worried about my best friend, man. Either way, I’m not asking you permission.” Kenji crosses his arms in response to his friend’s silent communication. “I told you it’s me and you.”

Aone frowned at his friend. He was pretty astonished by everything Kenji just said. First, Kenji is right about his own self analysis: Kenji is lazy. Which made this all the more alarming, because was Aone really that bad that his best friend felt obligated to move in temporarily?! Futakuchi was always welcome here and stayed over often, but nothing this drastic.

Second, Aone knew he was possibly moving around like a shell of a man—that’s why he avoided people unless it was in class regarding group work—but to be described as a zombie by his brutally honest friend? Ouch. What would Y/N think? Aone doubted you would regret dumping a guy like that if you were in good health and saw him at school.

Hearing your name again in his mind; Aone’s heart panged.

Takanobu’s gaze fell and shoulders sunk and Futakuchi noticed the drop. He knew his middle blocker was going through it like crazy.... and it made him sick. Kenji knew right then and there that he was right to come here.

“I know you don’t want to talk about her, Aone-san. We don’t have to until you’re ready. But I’m here, alright? Just two doors down when you want advice or you just want to watch a movie or play some volleyball. Okay?”

Still looking at his turtle slippers, Aone nodded. In his state, he couldn’t help but feel a bit better because his best friend cared so much about him.

Just then, Aone felt a sharp slap on his back that couldn’t have come from Kenji and an excited voice next to his ear.

“MORNING!!!!!! WHERE CAN I FIND THE FLOSS— OH! BOTH OF YOU ARE AWAKE!”

Koganegawa‘s eyes were barely open as he joined the two boys in the hallway, yawning in the midst of his loud greeting.

Startled that Kogane was in his house too, Aone gave him the same alarmed expression he’d initially given Futakuchi.

Kanji looked confused, so he nudged Futakuchi. “I’m not as good as you yet, dad. What does that look on Aone-senpai mean?” He asked, stretching his arms in fatigue.

In response, Kenji reached up to pinch his ear, yanking it down.

“OI! ITAI!” The setter cried.

Kenji spoke calmly.

“Takanobu-san is wondering what you’re doing here. And I’m wondering why you’re so loud in the mornings!!” Futakuchi let go and Kogane rubbed his now red ear, fully awake now. He glared at Kenji for a moment😡before his eyes met the middle blocker’s and softened.

“Hey, Mom. That abusive parent 👈🏻 mentioned something about staying here for a few days or weeks, and I begged him to let me come. I worry about you, too, you’re like a big brother to me, and I’m here for you just as much as he is.” Kanji smiled brightly at his older friend.

For the first time since you’d broken up with him, Aone felt his heart tighten for a different reason other than heartache. For one brief moment, Aone felt a few links in the heavy chain wrapped around his heart fall off. Albeit minimally, his friend’s endearing actions made him feel lighter.

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Among Us 2.0 Snippet (Helping to Forget)

“No. You know I love playing Among Us with you, but I seriously can’t right now. I’m studying for that History exam Taichi and I have in a few days,” (Y/n) said, shoving Terushima away from her with her feet as she stared intently at her history textbook. He whined and dropped more of his weight onto her legs. 

“Just one round! Please! We got Bokuto and Akaashi and Kuroo playing with us this time!” Terushima begged. (Y/n) sighed but closed her textbook. 

“Fine. One round! Then you’re gonna let me study for a bit in peace, right?” Terushima nodded. “Alright, let me grab my iPad.” 

A few minutes later, (Y/n), Terushima, Atsumu, Taichi, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo and Kuroo’s boyfriend Kenma were all in a discord call playing Among us.

(Y/n) chose white, Terushima was lime, Bokuto was yellow, Akaashi was orange, Atsumu chose black, Kuroo chose pink, Kenma was red, Futakuchi was dark green, and Taichi chose purple. They started the game up a few seconds later and (Y/n) pouted as CREWMATE flashed across her screen. 

“What’d you get?” Terushima asked her from her gaming chair. She shrugged. 

“I can’t tell you. That’s cheating.” 

“Hm, okay well I trust you so I’m going to stay with you, okay?” (Y/n) hummed and ran her character to admin so it could swipe the card. 

Too fast. Try again.

She swiped again. 

Too slow. Try again. 

She swiped it again. 

Bad read. Try again.

Too slow. Try again. 

Too fast. 

Too slow.

Bad read. 

Too fast. 

“OH MOTHER FUCKER!” (Y/n) shouted, swiping the card again. It finally went through right as Kuroo called an emergency meeting. Terushima laughed at her. 

The discord call came to life seconds later. 

“So, um. (Y/n) was at card swipe for way too long.” Kuroo laughed. (Y/n) groaned. 

“It kept getting declined! I swear! I promise!” (Y/n) said as people started to laugh and vote. 

“I can confirm.” Terushima said, looking up and winking at (Y/n). She rolled her eyes. “She said motherfucker super loud and looked pissed so I completely believe that she was just super shit at the card swiper.” 

“Thank you, Yuu-chii.” 

“You’re welcome, princess.”

“Alright, we’ll let her off this time but I got my eye on you (Y/n).” Futakuchi said with a laugh as everyone finished voting. The call became silent again as the game continued. 

(Y/n) ran down to storage to fill the gas can to fill the upper engine, Terushima following closely behind her, not doing any tasks. 

She glanced up at him with narrowed eyes but he was too busy looking at his screen, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, to notice.

(Y/n) filled the upper engine with gas then ran back to storage, filling it again to refill the lower engine when the doors to storage closed. She swore. 

Terushima grinned to himself, sabotaging the lights and then killing (Y/n) who gasped and stared at her screen in horror as she was stabbed in the back multiple times by Terushima. 

He reported her body seconds later. 

“SOMEONE MURDERED MY GIRLFRIEND IN STORAGE!” Terushima shouted in fake horror. (Y/n) glared at him and he smiled innocently at her before looking back at his screen. 

“Oh shit, Akaashi is dead too.” Kuroo laughed.

“No!! Agaashi!!!” Bokuto whined, making Terushima sigh. 

“It’s okay, Bo bro. We can avenge our lovers.” 

“I hate to be that person, but Atsumu has been following me and he disappeared for a few seconds when the lights went out. We were in communications.” Taichi said. Atsumu let out a horrified gasp. 

“Fuck you, Taichi. Are you accusing me?” 

“Yeah, I am. You disappeared from my side as soon as lights went out and then (Y/n) died.” Taichi said. (Y/n) shook her head sadly, typing in the dead chat to Akaashi. 

(Y/n): Akaashi!!

Akaashi: Hey (Y/n). Who killed you?

(Y/n): Teru ): Hbu??

Akaashi: Bokuto-san.

(Y/n) gasped. “Oh my god, you assholes.” 

“HEY! Woah. You’re supposed to be dead so shut up,” Futakuchi laughed. (Y/n) glared at Terushima again as the voting ended. Atsumu ended up getting voted out. 

Atsumu was not the Impostor.

The game continued and (Y/n) chose to follow around Terushima to watch who he’d kill next. Unfortunately, the next victim was Kenma. She sighed as he became a ghost, then welcomed him to ghost chat. 

(Y/n): Hi Kenma!! Welcome to the ghostie partyyy

ApplePie: Hello. Thank you. 

(Y/n): OHHHH!!!! Akaashi! Kenma! Atsumu! Let’s have a ghost sleep over in medbay!!!

Sangwoo: No.

(Y/n): tsumuuu ): 

Sangwoo: Alright fine, RACE YOU

(Y/n) giggled, racing Atsumu’s ghost towards medbay. Akaashi and Kenma were both there already, sitting on the beds. (Y/n) and Atsumu sat on the beds and a few seconds of silence later, Kuroo, Taichi, Terushima and Bokuto ran in. (Y/n) gasped. 

The medbay door shut and then Bokuto killed Taichi as Terushima killed Kuroo. 

DEFEAT. 

“I can’t believe you, Yuuji.” (Y/n) said sadly as everyone joined the call. “When I get impostor I am going to kill you so hard.” 

“Alright, so now we know that if Terushima dies first, his girlfriend did it.” 

(Y/n) muted herself. “Hey, Teru. Mute for a second.” Terushima did, looking up at her with big, concerned eyes. “You called me your girlfriend…” 

Terushima blushed. 

“Shit, okay listen! I- we went on a date and-” 

“No no! It’s okay! I just didn’t know if you wanted labels yet but-” 

“Yes! I want everyone to know that I’m dating you!” 

“Oh! Okay! Good!” 

“Hey, love birds. Terushima you moron, you forgot to mute.” Futakuchi called out. 

“Oh…” 

“Well congrats?” Atsumu laughed. Bokuto and Kuroo both started laughing too. Akaashi sighed and congratulated the two. Taichi on the other hand, stayed quiet. 

“Thanks boys.” 

“Hey, (Y/n). I thought you said you were only playing one game?” Terushima said as another game loaded. (Y/n) shrugged. 

“I really feel the need to kill you so I’m playing as many damn games as it takes to get impostor.” Terushima’s eyes widened. 

“I’m staying with Taichi.” 

“No, what? Stay away from me,” Taichi chuckled. (Y/n) grinned. 

“SHH! We’re on mute.” 

The game went by fairly fast. Taichi and Kuroo double killed Terushima and (Y/n) in communications, then they went and double killed Bokuto and Akaashi together in Electrical. They voted Kenma out for no reason and then they killed Futakuchi, winning the game. 

The next game went by in a similar manner, Kenma killing off Kuroo first then being voted out after being caught venting by Akaashi. Then Atsumu killed Terushima and Bokuto. No one got voted out. Then he killed Taichi and Akaashi, leaving Futakuchi, (Y/n) and him alive. 

“Okay hear me out,” (Y/n) started as she called an Emergency Meeting. “Futakuchi just appeared out of nowhere behind me when I went to Electrical. I think it might be him because Atsumu went the complete opposite way.” 

“What? No! I was just coming to make sure you were safe.” 

“Nah, seems sus. Let’s get him out of here, (Y/n). Better safe than sorry,” Atsumu said, voting for Futakuchi. (Y/n) followed suit and Futakuchi whined, voting for (Y/n). In the end, Atsumu and Kenma won the game. 

“GG guys. Great play by (Y/n).” Kuroo teased. 

“Shut up! Ken-Ken, I’m sorry!” 

“Nope. You’re dead as soon as I get impostor.” 

“KENJI!” 

“YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF BY VOTING ME OFF AND LOSING!” 

“I didn’t mean to!” 

“Right, I’m sure you didn’t.” 

Terushima laughed and scooted (Y/n)’s desk chair towards her bed. He patted her leg lovingly. “It’s okay baby girl. I’ll protect you from him.” 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes with a smile as the game started. 

IMPOSTOR.

She grinned. Then frowned as she noticed Futakuchi was also the impostor so she couldn’t kill him. 

She hummed as she faked doing wires in storage. Terushima was following her again like a lost puppy. Perfect. 

She went to Communications next, Terushima still following her. The door to storage shut behind them and she killed him in the very corner of the room then set off the reactor. She rushed out and over to the reactor so no one would suspect her. 

“I-” (Y/n) glanced up, winked at Terushima, then went back to the game. 

Terushima pouted at her and crawled onto the bed, laying next to her. She kissed the top of his head lovingly while patting one of his cheeks. “It’s okay you big baby.” 

She killed Atsumu next, then passed by Kuroo and Bokuto’s dead bodies in medbay, deciding to call them.

“Okay, so both Bokuto and Kuroo were dead in medbay. But there wasn’t anyone near.” 

“I dunno, kind of seems like a self-report, don’t you think?” Futakuchi said suddenly. She gasped, thinking he’d back her up.

“What? No! I just-” 

“And look, Terushima is dead too. She said as soon as she got impostor she was going to take him out,” Everyone agreed, voting (Y/n) out. She pouted and Terushima laughed at her. 

“Aw, it’s okay you big baby.” 

***

One round for (Y/n) turned into ten rounds. Then fifteen. Then twenty. 

“Oh! Shoot, hang on guys, my boss is calling me.” (Y/n) exited the game, answering her phone. “Hello? Kait?” 

“Oh my god, where are you?(Y/n) you’re late for work. Did you get kidnapped? Hit by a bus? Car?” 

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in horror and she glanced at her phone screen, checking the time. She was indeed 43 minutes late for work. 

“Oh shit! No, no. I-” She glanced at Terushima who was still playing the game. “I got caught up studying and I didn’t even realize the time! I’ll be in, in a few minutes!” 

“Just get here safe, alright? We’ll chat once you get here about your unhealthy studying habits.” (Y/n) chuckled and nodded. 

“Okay! I’ll be right there. See you soon!” 

The phone hung up and (Y/n) leaped off her bed, scaring Terushima. 

“Woah, where's the fire?” He asked as she pulled her shirt off to change into one of her black work shirts. 

“I got distracted playing Among Us and I'm late for work! Grab the black shoes under my bed for me, would you?” Terushima nodded, saying goodbye to the rest of the guys before logging off the game and shoving his phone in his pocket. 

“Here,” He handed her shoes to her, watching her slip them on quickly. She grabbed her apron and kissed him once before rushing out the door. 

He smiled as he heard the front door of her apartment click shut, but then he noticed her phone and keys laying on her bed still. 

“Oh shit, she needs these.” He said to himself, grabbing them quickly. He shoved them into his pocket then rushed after her, trying to catch up before she got too far. But by the time he was out the door, she was long gone. 

He sighed and locked the apartment up before starting his trek to the small coffee shop. He really hoped she didn’t get in trouble. It was his fault that she got distracted in the first place.

***

(Y/n) rushed into the small coffee shop, slipping behind the counter and washing her hands quickly before turning to help a customer. Kait, her boss and friend, came out of the back, tying her hair up into a quick ponytail. 

“Oh, (Y/n) (L/n). You and your studying-” Kait started, grabbing (Y/n)’s arms, turning her to make her look her in the eyes. Steely green eyes stared back into startled (e/c) ones. 

“I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” 

The door burst open and Terushima rushed in, holding (Y/n)’s keys and phone in one hand. 

“Hi! Hey, it’s my fault she’s late! I distracted her with a game and she lost track of time and-” (Y/n)’s eyes widened even further as she realized she’d been caught in a lie. 

“A game? I thought you said you were studying?” Kait asked, eyes narrowing. (Y/n) gulped nervously. 

“You heard him, he’s the one to blame. Not me,” (Y/n) said making Terushima gasp at her as Kait turned to glare at him. 

“You, you’re Terushima Yuuji, right?” He nodded. “Keep your ass away from my employee. Got it?” 

“I- Your gonna make me stay away from my own girlfriend? That’s mean!” Terushima whined and Kait’s eyes widened. 

“Oh. Girlfriend?” (Y/n) nodded slowly. “This is news to me. I thought you said that he was-” 

“SHHHH!” (Y/n) slapped her hand over Kait’s mouth, silencing her. “I didn’t say anything Yuu-chii. Thank you for bringing my stuff! See you later, okay?” Terushima nodded slowly, handing her stuff to her before waving goodbye and leaving the coffee shop. 

Kait pried (Y/n)’s hand off her mouth. “Was he the one you went on a date with on Friday?” (Y/n) nodded. “I thought you said that he would, and I quote, “never date you”? What happened to that?” (Y/n) groaned. 

“We confessed to each other at laser tag last saturday and then we kissed and-” 

“YOU KISSED HIM AT LASER TAG?”

“Shhhh! Yes! I’ll show you the video and-” 

“There's a video? Oh my god, Hikari, come work the counter for a few minutes would you? (Y/n) and I need to talk in the back.”

Okay hear me out-

I’ super tired and this isn’t the best but @kaitycole​ IS NOW AN OFFICIAL CHARACTER IN THIS SERIES. 

Because I love her and she inspires me and she’s the whole reason this snippet even exists so if you enjoyed, say thank you to Kait <3

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Soul Boxing

Upon retrospection, Soul Boxing is probably one of my favourite slice of life chapters in the series. Mainly as, Yoh actually seems to regret his choices in this chapter, making stupid decisions through a perspective of naivety; its fucking great. Whilst the overall story is rather cliché, a bully being a thug for traumatic reasons. I think Takei handled it excellently, even from our first introduction to Tatsushi, I actually felt for him; despite him being an utter arsehole. We've all lost somebody who are important to us, and we all react to that loss in different ways. Tatsushi decides to give up on what his master Gusshi Kenji had taught him, returning to his previous life of being a bully... Feeling that Kenji cheated him out of his dream when he died, and his Boxing Gym closed down through bankruptcy. Yoh being Yoh, thinking the spirit of Kenji would be useful to recruit to his Shaman Side introduces himself in the most hilarious way imaginable... Walking right up to this bully, and bringing it up directly. I know Yoh didn't mean any harm here and he was being naïve, however lets be real he had that punch coming bruh. The Chapter ends with Yoh Integrating with Tatsushi's Master, and the pair duke it out in the Boxing Ring. As a fan of combat sports, I loved this exchange to death and I WISH THEY COVERED THIS IN THE ANIME REBOOT! Nevertheless Yoh wins the fight, utilizing Gusshi's legendary Soul Hook and teaches the bully a valuable lesson. My favourite part of this Chapter comes right at the end, it being Yoh's expression of utter contempt and regret; as he explains that he ran away from Gusshi's spirit. Proclaiming that he hates boxing, this is a side to Yoh that we rarely get to see, he is usually so chill and relaxed. So to see him somewhat regret his actions, was karma to the upmost degree. I fucking love it so much Seriously, READ THE MANGA! SOUL BOXING IS SO GOOD!