#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.

–

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.

---

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.

---

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."

---

"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.'

---

Back to the shadows.

[heavenlyraindrops]

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 | 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 {𝙸𝚅}

☆ Warnings: Textfic, profanity, this has lost all seriousness, I don’t even know what’s going on

☆ 1.3k words | AO3, Tumblr

Taika: r u getting read

Taika: ready

Taika: send pic 

You: [one photo attached]

Taika: OO LALA

Taika: anddd it’s all over the screen

Taika: man I didn’t even get a second to edge to that I just bust everywhere…

You sighed, switching your phone off and setting it on the side of the dressing table. It continued to buzz relentlessly as Taika assaulted your chat with what you could only imagine were graphic obscenities; she never could settle for a simple “you look good.”

Applying a quick layer of lip gloss and adjusting the strap of your dress, you took a step back to look at yourself.

Is this too much?

You picked up your phone.

[13 new messages]

All from Taika, of course. You ignored them and began typing.

You: is it too much?

You: [one photo attached]

Taika: ermmmmm no?

Taika: you look secy 

You: yep, secy…

You: it’s just, it’s not a date or something so I don’t think I should put in this much effort

Taika: die

Taika: die

Taika: die

You: what

Taika: die

Taika: go fuck yoruself 

You: WHAT

Taika: act like it’s a date 

Taika: this is your only chance

You: you’re really fucking weird

Taika: r u gonna let him hit

Taika: remember to tap it before you wrap it

You: I’m blocking you

Taika: NOOOO MOMMY NO NOO 

You: jesus save me

A notification appeared on your screen.

Kenji: Hey I’m outside 

You: ok coming 

Tossing your phone inside your handbag, you quickly rushed down the corridor and put on your shoes. You opened the door and went down to the gate. The night air bit at your skin as you tugged on your coat.

“A motorcycle? Really?” You didn’t know what else to say.

He raised a dark eyebrow, jerking his head at the spot on the seat behind him. You clambered on. “What’s wrong with a motorcycle?”

You shrugged. “Dunno.” You froze for a minute, unsure of where to put your hands. 

He let out a low snicker at your evident hesitation. “Shoulders.” You frowned, settling your palms on his shoulders, digging in with your fingers. He barely flinched, instead revving the engine.

“So where are we going?” You had to almost shout over the wind. He didn’t reply, just went faster, making you clutch hard onto him. The city lights whizzed past you both. 

The ride was a blur, your mind mostly preoccupied with- with things that didn’t matter, and once you came to a stop it actually took a second for you to snap out of your daze. 

“Uh… where are we?”

“Tonkatsu Tonki. Uh, come on.” And without warning he simply went inside.

You frowned at yourself. Fuck you, Taika. This isn’t very date-like. But nevertheless you stumbled in after him. 

-

“Hey. Uh, I think you’re meant to dip the noodles-“

“In the sauce, yeah, whatever.”

You stayed silent and folded your hands in your lap, as he proceeded to not dip the noodles in the sauce. He paused, and his eyes flicked to yours. You flinched. 

He straightened up. “So. What we're here to talk about…”

“Yes, uh…” Not very date-like.

He paused again, as if he was thinking about something, then lightly shook his head. “We can talk about it later. Aren’t you gonna eat that?”

You stared at your plate, then picked up your chopsticks wordlessly.

He set this down. “So… how’s work?”

You looked up. “Work? Like…”

“Yeah, like, you know, work.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine I guess.” You twirled a chopstick in your fingers. “How about you?”

“Well, you know. Game next week. Training.” He shrugged awkwardly.

You laughed. It came out scathing to your own ears. “Fun.”

“…Yeah.”

Silence.

“So like, did we go to the same college, or did you just go to all the games to stalk me?”

You almost choked on your food. “What?”

“You know. The pictures.” He seemed so casual talking about it while you were prepared to turn your own skin inside out and crawl into your guts that it made you want to scream. 

“There’s a lot of pictures,” you said stiffly. He snorted, and began laughing, and you stared at him.

“C’mon, [name]. Why’re you so formal?”

“…”

“We’re friends, right? I mean, we know each other. At the very least.”

Friends. A label. You nodded. “Right, you’re uh, you’re right. No, we went to the same college. I was a biology major.”

“Huh? STEM? You’re a photographer now though.”

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to…”

Surprisingly, time flew. It was easy to talk to him. Barriers fell, the awkwardness melted away, and before you knew it he’d dropped you home, walked you to the door, and said goodnight.

Very date-like.

Except you’d both forgotten to address the actual issue at hand at all.

-

Kenji: We forgot to talk about it.

You: yeah…

Kenji: Let’s just talk about it now.

You: we just saw each other thirty minutes ago

Kenji: Yeah whatever so

Kenji: Basically

Kenji: What are we gonna do about it

You: wym? just issue a statement saying it’s not true

Kenji: Yeah or we could make it more fun

You: oh hell no

Kenji: Come on [name] it would be funny

Kenji: Also it would be good for like

Kenji: Publicity 

Kenji: You might get hired more

You: what

Kenji: Look I kind of already told my teammates it was true so we have to roll with this for a while ok

You: WHAT

Kenji: SORRY

You: when I catch you…

You: so how exactly are we going about this.

Kenji: You’re gonna do it? You’ll help me?

You: sigh yes ig 

Kenji: Thanks

Kenji: Thankyou

Kenji: With these words I express my undying gratitude towards thee, in which I shall solidify the notion of with any favours mine body is able to lay at thine feet and mercy

You: ok yappatron 2000

You: how are we gonna go about this

You: what’s in it for me

You: and don’t say exposure I’ll kill you and use your skin as a lampshade

Kenji: Uhhhhh I’ll pay you????

You: are you telling me or asking me?

Kenji: I’ll pay you ma’am

You: …thanks

You: how much

Kenji: idk like $100

You: I am literally lying to the world for you

Kenji: I’ll throw on a few extra zeros at the end

You: thanks pookie bear!

Kenji: I’m regretting this 

You: you’re rich stfu 

You: so now what do I have to do

Kenji: Date at LEAST once a week. Preferably Saturday evening. If we could go somewhere that isn’t too private so people see us. Unless that’s kind of a stupid idea. Idk.

You: no I’m busy I have to go on a date with my bf every Saturday evening 

Kenji: You what

You: I’m joking yaptimus prime

You: doesn’t matter where it is

You: but you’re paying 

Kenji: …okay 💔

You: is that all

Kenji: You just like do stuff on social media and like uhhh attend my games idk

You: I literally work at your games 

You: You silly goose 

Kenji: Mhm

Kenji: Okay look I have to go now. Is everything settled?

You: yeah yeah sure it’s all good

Kenji: Alright cause my daughter just woke up so I have to put her back to sleep

Kenji: Bye

You stared at the screen.

His what?

[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.

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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.

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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.

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“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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[improbable-outset]

Do you ever feel like you're going insane when you read smut that makes like ..no fucking sense for the character. Like when ppl write Kenji as if he's some sort of bad boy womanizer and it's not an au he's just like that and it's ..that is???? Not the same man from the movie??? Like yeye bad boys hot but that's a decently polite young man? He memorized all of the reporters names... And knows their favorite teams??? He literally packed his entire life and career because his mom asked him to. Like he only lost his cool under extreme sleep deprivation blatant harassment and the assumption that his father was dead. Tbh the fact he didn't go villain after he though Emi died. Kinda a testament to that man's good boy status. Cause love Miguel but he'd have snapped in that moment (might feel bad after but like that would be after the fact) actually Miguel would've snapped way sooner probably between being told to go back to America and baby getting hurt the first time.

Also aside from baseball stuff Kenji touches things very gently like minimum points of contact, he's terrified of breaking his surroundings people please stop asking him to choke you and choke him instead and call him a good boy. He needs the validation to thrive.

TL:DR

Ouff anon, when I received this ask in my inbox, the first thing I thought of was, “I really hope my writing doesn’t come off like this.”

Because while fanfiction gives writers the freedom to explore characters in various ways, I do think that there’s something special and more refreshing about honoring the complexity of characters and their flaws.

Fanfictions are meant to be fun and imaginative, but it can be jarring when a character’s entire personality gets altered for the sake of fitting a popular trope.

I understand where you’re coming from, though, anon. It’s common for characters to be written into a familiar trope like the ‘dominant bad boy’ even if it doesn’t fit their canon personality.

However, this isn’t something new. People have been doing this for a long time, and I think it’s influenced by platforms like Wattpad, where those kind of characters are super popular.

People gobble that shit up so fast. And it’s become more prominent now and I think it might be because of BokTok. (Don’t take my word for it, this is an extremely biased opinion)

People will apply that trope to attractive characters from different media, and it can often lead to the character being portrayed in a way that contradicts their established personality.

And you’re right, Kenji's softer, more respectful nature might get overwritten because people might prioritise their own fantasies over canon, which might make them feel out of place a litte.

My guess, self indulging.

He is polite and thoughtful, and he definitely has that ‘good boy’ energy like you said. Those small details that you’ve mentioned paint the picture of who he truly is, but sometimes can be lost in fanfics when the focus is on making him fit the bad boy role.

I’m gonna drop some headcanons here, but I think part of Kenji’s politeness came from the struggles he faced when he lived in LA— being made fun of for the way he talks, his culture, and the food he ate.

It makes sense that he might have developed some people-pleasing tendencies from that, almost gentle demeanor, especially on camera. He’s someone who doesn’t want to mess up and tries to stay composed because that’s what people expect from him.

You mentioned Miguel and how he might’ve snapped way sooner. But, you have to understand that Miguel isn’t like for no reason.

His intense emotions and anger is rooted in his guilt. He literally collapsed an entire dimension and accidentally committed omniscide by disrupting a canon unknowingly.

He’s angry and defensive because he doesn’t want to make that mistake again. His strict, no-nonsense attitude is a shield and a defence mechanism as he prevents another catastrophe.

I don’t want to make it seem like I’m comparing their traumas. Both men have their own issues and which makes them unique and shapes their character in different ways.

Kenji is dealing with the pressure of his strained relationship with his father, the expectations of taking over his Ultraman duties, and the lingering pain of being bullied and his absent mother.

Similarly, Miguel’s trauma of losing a dimension and disrupting a canon unknowingly fuels his strict personality.

The only reason I’m delving into Miguel is that he’s another character who often gets rewritten for the sake of thirst or popular tropes, (and mischaracterised for being aggressive) when in reality, his harshness is a product of his deep emotional scar.

And just because a character is attractive doesn’t mean we should ignore the layers that make them compelling.

Both Kenji and Miguel are rich characters to explore with emotional depth shaped by their past experiences.

And I think it’s important to understand and respect those complexities (unless it’s an AU), rather than moulding them into a trope that doesn’t align with their backstories.

Of course, fanfiction is about fandom’s creativity and self-indulging, and people are free to interpret characters how they like, but I understand the frustration when you come across a fic or a set of headcanons that feel out of place with the original character.

[chaewberry]

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Kenji was a menace both to society and to you, respectively.

You usually spend the Sundays where you didn’t have to work in a lackadaisical manner; you’d wake up early enough, your biological clock fried to shit, and put a vinyl record on while foraging whatever food you could find inside your cupboards and fridge in order to eat something resembling a nutritious meal. Like Rin would often insist on drilling into your head amidst meetings and consultations and poor attempts at cornering you in the storage room while you were busy side stepping through the chain of command just so that you could get what you needed for your patients through morally corrupt means, “breakfast is the most important meal of the day!”

After that, with music playing the background, the arduous chore of half-assedly cleaning the apartment took priority before you crashed from the lack of caffeine you were so used to having at work, all day, every day, watery and lukewarm and with the probability of someone having used a sock as a filter to make it in the breakroom. When that time came, you’d abscond into the bathtub, steeping inside the boiling water like an overpriced fucking tea-bag — you’d lay within the confines of your watery, heavy grave for an hour and then you’d get out, smelling of honey and wheat, and then you’d have the rest of the day to plan out.

 Of course, most Sundays ended up with you laying on your couch reading anything you could get your hands on; magazines, old books you had bought but never cracked open, medical essays Rin or Tsunade had left on your desk, personal essays from the multifaceted writers in the capital, poems so pretentious that they ruined your mood to read, manga you had borrowed from the library, the pages yellowed and stained with what you hoped was coffee or tea or milk. If the pages stuck a bit too much together you left the manga alone — you were around teenagers all year round in the hospital, you knew what lack of shame tasted like in the air you breathed.

Speaking of shame, or lack thereof.

“Put that back where you found it.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Why?”

Kenji, you found, was an intricate presence in your life; you were proud to say that you had managed, in those meager six weeks of companionship, to master the whims and wills of the face behind the man. The naked truth thinly veiled behind his childish antics had you doubting his status as a formidable shinobi of the village some days, for no one should be that open about intentions and purposes.

But here Kenji was, on a Sunday morning at the crack ass of dawn, sitting on your tatami floors with nothing but a pair of black sweats on, smelling of your shampoo and soap and smiling like a little fucking kid as he played with a tanto sword harness you had forgotten at the bottom of your closet. Should you admonish him for digging around your closet? You thought of it, but then you had to keep up the ruse of pretending to care about stuff like that.

You knew you lost the privilege to indulge in self-deception when you walked in on him trying on one of your creamy, frilly bras. You had only blurted out, “you’re too busty.” before moving on from the more harrowing events of the day and onto better ones.

Even so, he kept being a meddlesome old man — you told him so.

“I’m not that old,” he refuted, not sounding insulted in the least, flinging the harness to the side. It thumped against the next to the couch you were lying on and fell down on the floor. You blinked down at it, eyes following the familiar patterns, the latch that Shisui used to fasten on his shoulder and behind his back, the marks, nicks and burns. It wasn’t unsalvageable, and the same went for his spare kunai ripping a hole in the box that you had all but shoved underneath the bed.

That bastard still hadn’t come to clean up his shit from your house — you were left with momento’s and reminders everywhere your eyes strayed.

It wasn’t until Kenji bend down to pick up the harness, a stifled sigh escaping past his lips, that you had been sitting on the couch staring at the piece of clothing like a fucking widow. Immediately, you sat back down on the pillow and resumed your reading. You could still see Kenji, feel him as he moved around the house, towards your bed. He grabbed the box without much fanfare and threw the harness inside, his posture lax as he took in the other items that you had stored in there the past few weeks you’ve been cleaning the house.

Obviously, Kenji had known all along that this was underneath your bed. He had never spoken if it; items that irrefutably belonged to someone else, the shirts that hanged too loose on your frame, the supernumerary amount of medical supplied underneath the sink in the bathroom, the scattered shinobi grade shirts and vests you had fastidiously washed the blood off and placed them in your closet, buried underneath your own clothes, one plate too many, one cup too many, extra cutlery you wouldn’t possibly used all on your own.

You had tried, meticulously so, to scrub down the traces left behind but ignored the first rule of breaking up with someone — undoubtedly, Shisui himself should have come to pick up his stuff, but, then again, he wasn’t the only one suffering through such ill-advised behaviour.

You could barely remember what it was that you had left abandoned at your ex’s house inside the Uchiha compound. Some questionable reading material you had left behind on purpose. A few plates, maybe, some vinyl records you brought with you whenever the mood hit and the two of you orchestrated a little get together amongst friends and in which afterwards Shisui would succeed fucking your brains out on his tatami floors, whatever music playing in the background mingling in with hiccuping sobs and the sound of Shisui laughing down at your face as you took and took. He’d lean down to lap at the drool at the corner of your mouth, lick away the tears clamping your eyelashes.

( “Fine; let’s break up. You’ll have to tell me why though. What am I supposed to tell our friends when they ask?”

You waited as a second passed by, two, three seconds, to feel that familiar pull in the air, the wrapping of space, for Shisui to pop up carelessly close to you and laugh at the false bravado you were putting up.

Just kidding, he’d say — but you could never predict him, even if you expected him.

Shisui was silent for a moment, black curls sticking to his forehead and nape. He smiled, “I’ve decided I don’t want to love you anymore.”)

Kenji didn’t stop there. He turned to you, casting an insolent, analytical glance from head to toe before walking back to stand over you like some sort of half dressed deity of premature ejaculations (“that was one time!)  and an outrageous amount of superior wrist game.

 “Stand up,” he said, smiling like a lunatic while looming over you.

You gulped. “Why?”

“Just stand up.”

Slowly, you did as he asked. Kenji hauled your arms up in the air. Before you could think of a response, quicker than you could blink or formulate a thought regarding his shenanigans, he grabbed the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, black, too big for you, and yanked it up and over your head, leaving you consequently naked except from the black panties you were wearing.

He left you, gaping like a fish out of water, and stalked right back towards the box, dropping in the now rumpled shirt you’ve been wearing for the past three days, before promptly kicking the box underneath the bed once again.

You crossed your arms over your bare chest. “What the hell?”

“Mn,” Kenji said, bending down to deliver a nasty, slobbering kiss on your lips. “How about we take breakfast out today?”

Taking breakfast out in Kenji’s book meant shoving you through the half rotten doors of an establishment whose mere existence should be put down on the village’s records as the source of plagues and public virus outbreaks for the last three years at the least. Once inside, you dared not open your mouth to breathe for fear of catching a fatal illness passing by with the wind. The vapors Kenji characterized as ‘old unfiltered oxygen’ were anything but.

“Can we leave?” you asked, wretched, fixing the surgical mask so it didn’t cut uncomfortably at the sensitive skin underneath your eyes.

Whoever owned this shitty backwater so called breakfast joint should cease to exist effective immediately and his existence marked down in history books for being a danger to societal hygiene and a menace in the overall health of the village.

“No.” 

Kenji shoved you into a booth, the broken, tattered leather creaking underneath your weight and his bulking form as he took a seat opposite of you. The table itself was clean, but marred with a myriad of marks and small dents you knew came from kunai being thrown. Two identical marks marred your kotatsu and even the small table in your kitchen wasn’t spared.

Fucking Uchihas.

You all but ripped the unfolded menu out of Kenji’s offering hands, skimming through the items listed with inked, smudged letters. On one side it listed a variety of breakfasts, followed by beverages. In the middle it contained foods, actual, honest to god foods one would order at a restaurant. Here, you gazed back at Kenji from the top of the menu. Already, you knew that his itching proclivities combined with his shit survival instincts would prove fatal for his future bowel movements.

As a nurse, it fell to you to suggest abstention from ordering something like food from a place such as this — as a bystander however, there would be nothing more amusing than watching Kenji form a sense of self-preservation.

Picking up a second menu off the side, Kenji seemed content in letting it lie uselessly in front of him while he swiveled his body to the side. “I thought you’d at least know about this place, you know,” the man suddenly spoke up, turning his head to address you, though his eyes seemed preoccupied with something else at the bar, the sound of glasses clinking together unmistakable.

“You thought wrong,” you drawled out. You sighed, let the worn out menu fall on the table pitifully. “I miss my kitchen.”

“You never cook,” Kenji hummed, smiling off to the side before turning back to you. He grabbed one of the two glasses left on the table and flipped it over, running a thumb over the rim. “I’ve never even seen you use the kettle - you drink everything cold because you’re a barbarian and too bored for the finer things in life.”

“That hardly proves anything.”

The bastard smiled, ever so amicable. “I’ve never seen you use any of the pots and pans either.”

“You don’t know that,” you fired back, though the lack of heat behind your words was certainly a give away. “You’re not a near constant presence in my apartment, are you?”

“Perhaps not - the frozen meals inside your fridge speak volumes, however.”

Okay. 

“Okay,” you said. A headache was beginning to throb behind your left eye. You pinched the bridge of your nose to stem it. “I take it back; I don’t miss my kitchen. There, satisfied?”

“I will never be satisfied,” Kenji shot back, unperturbed.

Kenji never reacted poorly to anything. He took everything in strides and with a less than a healthy dosage of impeccable acceptance.

“Be miserable, then,” you snapped, not knowing what else to say. 

Kenji, true to his nature, simply smiled; a crooked thing, almost full enough to be false. Kenji never smiled like he was telling a lie. It could be a show of mockery, of genuine pleasure, of trepidation, but never out of a need to plant and sow a lie. He was, in a way, surprisingly honest. It made your own lips curl upwards and your heart cry out with relief; you weren’t a heavy laying weight on his consciousness, and although he always took care of you before and after the intimate act, he took no burdens in lessening your own crisis of self.

You indulged in this depraved act together, and cast yourselves further down the path of no return, a sweet escape no more.

Your honesty never sprouted from words or even actions but only from the empty spaces in between. Kenji was a smart man; he could make up his own truths to fill in those spaces, his own lies. Your deliberate silence was your honesty.

“That’s the idea.”

He shoved a cigarette in your hands and offered you a light. You took it with grace - whatever the fuck Kenji deiced to unravel in this hole in a pile of shit diner that was sidelining as a bar had admittedly shook your own crisis to the surface. It was your last day off before you had to go back mucking up puke and blood from the floor and having to watch grateful parents wheel healthy kids past despairing ones. 

Your fingers shook. You found the urge, abruptly, to bludgeon the man to death. “What the fuck is your problem. You asked me out.”

Kenji hummed. He grabbed the jag and poured water in his glass, sliding it over to you — urging you, perhaps, to drench him with it, and staying silent.

You wanted to press him, drive him into a corner and maybe put the cigarette out in his eye in a fit of bestial rage. You only barely managed to swallow around the knot in your throat before a server came up to the table —  a boy a few years younger than you with short hair caressing the back of his neck and glasses sitting high upon his nose. He ran his slanted eyes over at Kenji, promptly ignored him, and turned to you with a thin assemblance of a smile that screamed bare minimum customer service.

“What can I get for you?”

With fire shimmering underneath your skin, you just barely managed to utter; “waffles, just put whatever on top.” before going back to stewing, opting now to bite the end of your cigarette instead of sucking out the smoke from it like a starved animal sucking out bone marrow from its most recent kill.

The boy only blinked at you, scribbled down your order and turned to Kenji, finally.

Kenji, for his part, immediately seemed to forget all about living in the thralls of misery. With a too wide smile he ordered the medium spice curry and a hot coffee to the side. He didn’t take his eyes off the waiter until he disappeared behind the kitchen door before turning back to you, blinking down at the chewed cigarette in the ashtray. “I’ve decided to apologise. I was in the wrong, please forgive me.”

“You have a personality problem, you know that?”

“Alright, alright,” he murmured in an attempt to placate you. “I’ll buy you strawberries on the way home, okay? Drink some water.”

You drank some fucking water.

“Honestly,” Kenji spoke up. “You should look to invest in some calming herbal teas.”

“You’re part of the reason I’m halfway through popping a blood vessel,” you snapped, slamming the glass on the table. “Are you my fuck buddy or a leech?”

“Is there a quota on how many times you can see your rebound in a week? Can’t I hang out with my part time lover, part time friend outside of office hours?”

Without waiting for your reply Kenji leaned forward and took the cigarette from between your fingers, stabbing it out on the ashtray just before a plate filled with spicy curry was all but unceremoniously thrown at the table. The server with the slanted eyes was looking less than pleased, pointing at the ‘No Smoking’ sticker that had seen better days glued to the glass window next to Kenji’s head.

“Ah, Satoru,” Kenji’s voice came out almost as a purr. “Please forgive me - my eyesight is not what it used to be in my old age.”

But Satoru didn’t seem to be in a particularly forgiving mood. He set down your own plate with pancakes with more grace than you probably deserved for indulging Kenji’s bullshit and took out a different notepad from the pocket of his apron, sprawling out something on a piece of paper. For a brief moment you expected Satoru the Server to slap Kenji with said paper, but the young man simply set it next to the plate of curry before placing a cup of hot coffee on top of it.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, shoving the notepad and pen back into his pocket, “be better.”

The contents of the paper had you swallowing down a fresh wave of laughter.

“Quick question,” you said, turning back to observe Kenji after Satoru stalked back into the kitchen. “You wouldn’t happen to harbor explicit thoughts about wanting to fuck our server, would you?”

He gasped. “You make me sound like the lecherous husband who prays on young boys while he leaves his wife home to rot. You wound me, beloved.”

“I hope Satoru spat in your food.”

“You think so?” Kenji asked wistfully.

Nevermind.

After that you two ate in silence. To your begrudgement, the pancakes tasted heavenly, nearly melting on your tongue. Kenji seemed to enjoy his breakfast curry for his part as well, looking all too pleased at the hastily scrawled fine he had grasped in between his fingers, eyes going over the messy spots the pen had left from the overleaking ink. You remembered what he said; in love with someone thirteen years younger than him, not knowing what to do, where to stand and when to stop, starving enough to risk snapping a bone or two to suck the marrow out.

You said nothing, scooping up a forkful of his curry, tasting it, then taking a second bite because it was fucking delicious. Kenji reached over with his spoon and took half a pancake with him, leaving behind smudges of the thick brown sauce on the corner of your plate. Surprisingly, curry with pancakes blended well inside your mouth, and perhaps your taste buds were proving to be as unrefined as you had grown to be the last few weeks.

Afterwards, a struggle ensued; both you and Kenji were drastically knocking each other down in a feud for the bill. It was no less embryonic than it was cathartic when you managed to shove the end of your spoon in a stray nostril and walked off with the bill, specks of Kenji’s blood on the outside of your palm and a litany of swears coming from behind you as you trekked towards the counter with the hard worn and torn in half bill in hand.

Satoru, for his part behind the counter, didn’t seem the least alarmed at the scuffle, nor did he spare a second glance at the bloodied bill you handed him along with the money -- he had reserved, instead, all the ensemble of life he could master behind his beautifully slanted dark eyes to scrutinize your person from head to toe. 

You did the same, though not unkindly.

Satoru appeared to be just a few years younger than you, probably just starting out his twenties, with a stubborn, childish bit of fat still hanging on to his cheeks. The antithesis of his appearance with the look he harbored inside his eyes as he scoped you out nearly made you laugh  you would have, were you any less kind.

Patiently, you waited for your change, and you waited, impassively, for a question.

Satoru handed you your change. “Tell Kenji he’ll need to go to the police station to pay off the smoking fine.”

You grinned. “I’ll tell him - sorry about that, by the way, I didn’t see the sign.”

“It’s fine,” he grunted, watching you as you made to grab your wallet out of your bag, dropping it, picking it up and then dropping it again in quick succession. “Are you a family member?” he almost looked ready to hurl as he asked.

You wondered, briefly, if this was the reason Kenji brought you out to eat here today.

“No, I’m a pediatrician” you supplied helpfully, slipping the money inside your wallet along with the receipt. 

“Oh,” Satoru blinked, “right.”

“How long have you and Kenji known each other?”

“...not long; a few years, give or take.”

“Hm. What were your first impressions of him?”

This time the younger man didn’t hesitate to answer you, “a no good shinobi with too much time at his hands. He basically kidnapped me.”

“That’s just not true, my dear Satomi.” You turned to Kenji, standing behind you and smiling ludicrously wide. “I bribed you.”

Satoru’s expression soured. “Die, please.”

Kenji cooed at Satoru and the boy all but kicked you out of the establishment.

“Is romance lost on you,” you mocked now, walking side by side with Kenji on the way to your house.

“You suck.”

“You wish.”

“No wonder your last beau left if that is how you treated them,” he said, positively dismal. 

You readily agree. “Yeah, I must’ve been a pretty shitty significant other.”

Kenji insisted on walking you home after breakfast, just as he insisted on buying you ice-cream and making you wait ten steps behind him as he ruffled through the magazine stand outside the konbini near your house, cramming issues upon issues underneath his arm with a look of somber severity. He paid for them, shoved them in a plastic bag, and then jabbed the aforementioned bag in between your fingers.

He made a point by saying, “read those.” but firmly stopped you from actually doing so when you went to see what kind of perverted shit he had bought. The amount of questionable and morally bankrupt reading material you found underneath the pillows of teenagers in the hospital far surpassed whatever quota you had set for yourself in this life, and the stickiness in between some of the pages were almost enough to make you reconsider giving them some of those little shits less of their described pain medicine - but you were, above all else, a slave to your job and the oath Tsunade had made you spit out in between clacking teeth and a heavier than lead tongue that soaked in the cheap sake she kept underneath her desk for emergency celebration. Or so she said when had unceremoniously thrown you down on the couch like you were yesterday’s corner whore and shoved the bottle down your throat, shouting shrill congratulations.

Shisui had to carry you home after finding you wandering the streets like a widowed ghost. At the time, nothing more than a passing acquaintance you met through Rin and, consequently, Obito, the man had graciously ignored your comments about your taste in men in uniforms and completed his duty as an officer and safely deposited you back into the safe confines of your apartment where you spent the next day detoxing, making a blood pact with the reflection in the bathroom’s mirror to never let another drop of that toxic waste Tsunade called alcohol touch your lips, and also avoid Rin’s reasonably handsome family friend like the fucking plague and hate him on principle.

Evidently, your own self had proven to be your most wretched adversary.

“You suck,” you told Kenji, voice scratchy and eyes moist.

How very not nonchalant of you.

He planted a wet one on your cheek. “ And swallow.” 

.*.

You dumped the magazines directly on top of your bed, your hair still dripping wet after your shower, dressed in nothing but a pink fluffy towel and the slippers on your feet. You eyed the various covers with mounting interstate as you ran a towel through your hair. You nudged them away from each other to better see them with your foot and paused when one in particular caught your eyes. Dropping the towel from your head you sat down on the bed, face unconsciously pulling up into a grimace. You flipped the magazine, settling on a random page, and felt one of your bottom eyelids starting to tick.

“Trying Being FWB Before Fully Breaking-Up!”

Surely not.

You threw the offending magazine somewhere over your shoulder. You heard it hit the wall, fall down —  you didn’t concern yourself with it, only focusing on latching onto another one. There was a beautiful model splayed artistically over the cover, blonde hair curled to shit, thick and glistening against the glare of the camera and the lights. Only her mouth was visible underneath the main; small, pouty lips pushed apart for the tongue to make an appearance. You opened it right into the middle.

“It’s Time to Stop Asking for Space, and Start Ending Your Relationship.”

Next magazine, on a random page, ‘ Date Them, Even If You Know It Won’t Last Long.” , and the page after that, “The Best Sex Toys of The Year.”

You were going to fucking murder Kenji.

[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

☁️

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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[thejudeduarte]

THANKS FOR THE TAG I love games like this but they take SO LONG lmao

Three non-romantic duos: Grayson & Gigi (the inheritance games), Sydney & Victor (villains duology), Kenji & Aaron (shatter me series)

A ship that might surprise other: broo idk...maybe Torak x Renn from wolf brother?? I LOVE that series so much I need to find people who've acc read it on here

Last song: Lost in the Woods by Jonathan Geoff (it's a good fucking song okay??😭)

Last film: inside out 2

Currently reading: Vengeful by V.E. Schwab (👌)

Currently watching: nothing lol

Currently consuming: fanfiction 🤭🤭

Currently craving: sleep as well....I'm so tired and I just need to sleep off the day

@viivdle @starrynightsxo @lunarthecorvus @xoxo-lenah @dawnr0se <3🎀

9 people you'd like to know better

Done this one recently, so I'm changing the questions up. Thanks for the tag @authortobenamedlater.

1. Three non-romantic duos: Anakin & Rex, Nancy & Peggy, Christina & Melanie

2. A ship that might surprise others: Ben/Rey. Except not the way it's done in the movies.😅 There's a bunch of AU versions I've seen in fanart that made me start liking them, and now I have my own AU for them.

3. Last song: 'The Force Theme' by Samuel Kim.

4. Last film: Revenge of the Sith last night with my big brother.

5. Currently reading: lots of SW fanfic, Jedi Trial by David Sherman and Dan Cragg

6. Currently watching: Loki w my sister, Book of Boba Fett w a friend

7. Currently consuming: last thing I ate was a bowl of granola for breakfast

8. Currently craving: to turn my phone off and concentrate on writing for a solid hour. I have a fic to finish.

Tagging @dont-do-rice-babes @stargazer-luna @helloalyss @clawedandcute @kraytwriter @musewrangler @thefinaljediknight @sailforvalinor @ablatheringblatherskite

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Dating Services

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