#it's not cute it's uncomfortable and annoying

[mooningningg]

notes, this was a cute requst ty anon!

★ Roommate!Sukuna sees you in a bikini for the first time.

There’s sand in your sandals, sunscreen in your eyes, and Sukuna complaining already.

“Who the fuck likes the beach?” he grumbles, kicking at the sand like it personally offended him. “It’s hot. It’s loud. It smells like fish."

You roll your eyes and spread your towel. “You sound like a 75-year-old man.”

He glares at you over his sunglasses. “You sound like a sunburn waiting to happen.”

You ignore him, dropping your cover-up and adjusting the bikini straps.

Sukuna freezes.

Oh. Oh, fuck.

He did not sign up for this.

You bend over to fix your bag — and he catches a flash of your ass. Bikini bottoms. Tiny. Pink. His soul briefly ascends.

He immediately looks away like you pulled a gun on him.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he barks, voice cracking slightly.

You blink. “A bathing suit?”

“That’s not a bathing suit. That’s floss.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not being—” he cuts off, eyes darting back and instantly looking away again. “You’re the one out here butt naked, acting like this is your OnlyFans launch party.”

You squint. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird,” he hisses, adjusting his position on the towel like he’s uncomfortable. Which he is. In multiple ways.

You sigh and sit beside him, smearing sunscreen on your arms.

He watches you from the corner of his eye — mouth dry, sunglasses hiding how they’re nearly glued to your collarbone.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You nudge him with a grin. “Wanna do my back?”

“I’d rather get hit by a boat.”

You pout. “C’mon. I’ll get sunburned.”

He takes the bottle with a grunt, muttering the whole time. “Stupid beach. Stupid bikini. Dumbass roommate with her dumb shiny skin and her hot little waist—fuckin’ hell.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Shut up.”

His fingers graze your back and he has to swallow the groan threatening his throat. You're warm. You're soft. You smell like coconut.

This is fine. This is normal.

He finishes in record time and throws the bottle like it insulted his family. Then lays back and covers his face with his towel like he’s being punished by God.

You giggle. “You’re acting so strange.”

He mutters something like, “I’m gonna fucking drown myself.”

You stretch beside him, and he peeks over the towel — only to see you adjusting your top again. Your chest. Bouncing.

He jerks his head back with a thud on the sand. “FUCK.”

“Are you okay?”

“Peachy.”

You reach into the cooler and hand him a popsicle. “Here. Chill out.”

He glares at you.

Then at the popsicle.

Then back at your lips.

He takes it and bites it like it owes him money.

“You’re not even fun,” you say. “I brought you out here to relax.”

“This is the opposite of relaxing,” he growls. “This is torture.”

You raise a brow. “So go home.”

He scoffs. “And leave you here? Half-naked? In public? Where other people can see you?”

“…Is that a problem?”

He looks you dead in the eye. “Yes. It’s a fuckin’ problem.”

“Why?”

“Because I—because it—fuck off.”

You blink, confused. “Are you blushing?”

He points the popsicle at you accusingly. “Don’t flatter yourself, porn star.”

“You’ve been acting so weird since I took off my cover-up.”

“Yeah, because you came out here dressed like a Sports Illustrated midlife crisis!”

You burst out laughing, which only makes him scowl harder. His sunglasses are fogged up. He’s fidgeting. His ears are red.

“You’re such a loser,” you grin.

He snarls, “Say that again and I’ll drown you.”

“Aw, are you flustered?”

“I'm annoyed,” he snaps, but his voice breaks on the end and he knows he's losing.

You lean back, smug. “You like me in this bikini, huh?”

Sukuna doesn't respond.

He just bites his popsicle again with unnecessary violence, eyes glued to the ocean, and mutters:

“…I'm gonna build a sandcastle and bury myself in it.”

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[infictionalwonderland]

YELLOWJACKETS W/ VERY FEM READER!

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ Shauna Shipman. .

- You’re all bubble, beauty and sparkle and honestly at first she found that kind of annoying. Maybe even saw you as weak—like, you’re so girly and pretty you should’ve been in cheer or something other than the soccer team (her unjustified dislike towards you was, actually, probably just internalised homophobia and hating you for giving her all of these feelings)

- However, once the plane crashes and you’re all stranded. You truly show that you’re more than just this pretty princess who really reminds her of bubbles from the Powerpuff girls (everyone else on the team already knew you were more but she never allowed herself to dwell—subconsciously trying to prevent any of the feelings from getting worse) but no. You’re amazing out there. You’re very resourceful, you’re efficient. And sure, you always do make sure your hair is all silky and brushed in the mornings: you even make fucking perfume from the flowers once yours runs out.. but these are things she’s (regrettably) coming to really, really adore about you. Fuck.

- Once you two actually get together, it’s done. She’s gone for you. Like, pathetically bad. She indulges all of your whims, no question - she’ll trek out into the wilderness in the pitch black and freezing cold if you wanted a specific flower to make a new perfume. She made you flower crowns in replacement when you lost your one bow that survived the plane crash and were upset about it. Especially later seasons Shauna: as time goes on in the wilderness, she’s get so possessive over you. Unhealthily so. She literally doesn’t care about anyone else expect you and will do anything to keep you alive and happy. Sometimes she’ll give you a bit more food than one of the other girls (cough Mari) without anyone noticing, because hey. She wants you alive. Who gives a fuck about them?

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ Natalie Scatorccio. .

- She honestly thinks you’re cute as fuck, not that she would ever say that. You’re so completely her polar opposite but she actually admires that about you. Again, not that this pussy would say anything to you. She likes your vibe more than she’s comfortable with: she likes your bows and your lace and all the pretty pastels you wear like necessity. Sometimes, in quiet private movements she will never ever admit to, she imagines taking that bow out of your hair and watching the pretty locks tumble, running her hands through them. She imagines kissing off that sparkly lip gloss and having it smeared all over her own lips as well.

- The plane crash happening only solidifies that uncomfortable squirmy stomach feeling you give her. You’re so on it. Not that she thought you’d cry and bitch and let everyone else do all the work but still, seeing you. In your torn pretty pink shirt and your mudded jeans, gash on your soft cheek, stomping around the wreck and bandaging people up with whatever supplies you had—comforting people, sorting through all the luggage and making plans. Shit. She feels weirdly safe around you, which she never feels around anyone mind you. (And seeing an absolute babe of a femme taking charge isn’t something she doesn’t not enjoy)

- Regardless if you’re together or not, she doesn’t want anyone to dim your sparkle. No one says anything bad about you really—but if anyone did, she’d be there. Defending you like it’s what’s keeping her alive. Like there’s no fucking question. Your bubbly soft nature is something she lives for and she’ll do everything in her power to keep it thriving, no matter how many friendships she has to tear down to do so. You are really the only light in her life.

- When you’re dating, Natalie is definitely the more silently devoted partner type. She doesn’t make a big deal out of her love: it’s a quiet, fierce and achingly genuine thing. Private kisses and sincere compliments instead of big gestures and spectacles. She worships you and she feels for you something she’s never felt with anyone else. Giving you forehead kisses and lingering caresses before she goes off for a hunt. Staying in ‘bed’ cuddling as long as you want. Truly listening and giving you all the time you need. Braiding your hair for you. Soft, honest consideration and care.

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ Jackie Taylor. .

- You’re sort of like ‘rival’ personalities in school, you know? With a half hearted friendship, at least on her half. Because you’re both very popular, you both play for the soccer team, you’re both gorgeous girls with hot, equally as popular boyfriends. (Ugh fuck you’re so pretty it just annoys her). She hates staring at you—lie—because she can never bloody look away—truth. It really frustrates (read: confused ‘straight’ girl flusters) her that way she always seems to be thinking about you. Like, what? She doesn’t even like you! You’re basically her competition in the school hierarchy.. and yet, you constantly plague her mind. Weird.

- Jackie feels even more weird and probably strained towards you after the plane crash because she thought you’d be in her boat. But no—you really seem to manage. You don’t bitch or moan and you certainly don’t embrace it, but you make do. Somehow. You’re steady and smart and you plan, all while looking and sounding just as much like Fluttershy from My Little Pony as you usually do. Ugh. You take to it in a way she doesn’t and you’re still you. It upsets her, and all around aggravates her. (The smatterings of butterflies that dance around her stomach as she watches you only aggravate her more).

- Eventually, you end coming together after a blow-up. Jackie ends up having a one-sided screaming match with you; she’s just so tired, scared and frustrated with everyone and you’re just so not and you always seem to be everything that she just can’t be. So blows up. And well.. it ends differently than she thought it would: you’re kind. You talk her down with a soft voice and gentle reasoning and by the end of it, she’s in your arms and sobbing into your chest. From then on, you grow closer as she realises you’re actually.. so not what she thought. You’re the only one that makes her feel heard and sane and honestly comfortable, these days. She takes to you very quickly from there—and as your relationship progresses, you honestly soften her as a person. She’s less biting and you help her learn how to actually help out, and deal. You make her feel like her again.

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ Lottie Matthews. .

- Pre-crash Lottie and you are best friends!! She’s pretty feminine herself and she really, really enjoys your whole aesthetic—and just you as a person. 1000% you’re the closest friendship she’s ever had!! You share everything—makeup, clothes, books, tips on how to get yourself off!! You know, casual best friend things ha. Really, you’re best friend goals: she was even kind enough to suggest you learn how to kiss together, by practicing on one another. Sleepovers are filled with makeout sessions—but hey, you’re just practicing! (The only time it was ever really practicing was when you were both 13 and it was for the first time. You were each other’s true gay awakenings). Sometimes she’ll model for you in lingerie that she brought, pretending that she brought it with a guy in mind when really it was for you—this usually ends in aggressive making out and groping.

- Pre-crash Lottie is playfully possessive more than anything, even if you do sometimes catch the genuine clenching of her jaw, but after the crash… girl. This bitch is on you like a barnacle. She is so possessive and protective over you. Like you’re just her beautiful little princess fairy she wants to hold close and protect. Always sitting by your side around the fire, hand rubbing a bit too far up your thigh. Setting up on the cabin floor right next to you—like, I’m talking barely two inches of space. Sneaking kisses in the night when everyone else is asleep and she rolls all the way over. Obviously, she’ll never be overbearing (oh!)—she’s just incredibly devoted to your health and safety. You’re, also, the only person who makes her feel safe and thus she’s more inclined to seek your presence.

- Once the wilderness starts effecting her and she begins having her visions again.. well. She only seems to cling tighter to you, both metaphorically and literally. You’re her haven, her soft safety net in pretty pastels. You ground her in a way nothing else ever has. Just sitting in your arms, head tucked into your neck and eyes closed—allowing all thoughts of anything other to dissolve is all she needs. Muttering gentle worries and nonsensical mumbles into the sweet skin of your throat. Confiding in you. Something in her always feels right when she’s with you—like yes, this is where I should be. A sort of truth that reverberates through her weary bones. You’re right. This is right.

- Lottie who’s fully affected by the wilderness at this point is wholeheartedly convinced you are some sort of deity. She is in love with you, just as the wilderness is in love with you. If you’re officially ‘dating’—she takes it more like marriage, honestly. This is a certain forever thing to her, a fact she makes known constantly through declarations against your lips, into your hair, into your knuckles as she kisses them slowly. Savouring you. Cherishing you. She truly worships you in a way that is almost religious.

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ Van Palmer. .

- Openly flirting with you. Sometimes she’ll make it more jokey and mocking—like ‘cute bow princess’ with a little cheeky grin when she’s mentally picturing you with just your bow on. But other times she really will make it blatant—‘you looked so fucking pretty out there you’re lucky I actually managed to save all those goals, bubbles’. You’re either under the impression she’s messing around, in which case you flirt back and she, promptly, short circuits or you’re just flustered as shittttt because come on. Van is pretty bold—she doesn’t really hide the fact she obviously finds you attractive, despite being your ‘friend’. But there is a part of her that genuinely doesn’t believe she deserves you: sure, she’s confident but you’re you, you know? Beyond gorgeous, talented, a total sweetheart and funny to boot. Ultimately she just wants to see you happy, under all that flirting.

- You end up saving Van, when the crash happens. Hearing her screams and coming running back in—your perfect hair all strewn and mussed, blood along your arm, pretty pastel purple summer dress mudded and bloody too, racing towards her and using all your might to undo her belt and get her the fuck out. You are, simply put, her angel. Van couldn’t give a shit less if anyone thinks she’s being dramatic about that—and she’s dead serious: you weren’t really far off from being an angel to her anyway, but this? This just solidified it. From that point on, she feels closer to you. More than she ever has with anyone ever, really. Making a point to accompany you… everywhere. You need a piss? She’ll escort you and find the prettiest bush she can. You’re going down to the lake? Funny! So was she.

- Her angel. Her pretty fucking angel. Is even bolder and more open with her intentions now, but with an extra aching softness. She really is the gay stereotype of a yearner. You mean more than you will ever known to her, and she can’t tell you enough how it really is not just your looks. It’s your everything—the way you make her feel so light and alive. So free and content in a way she’s never felt before. So full of love and genuine joy: she doesn’t have to fake anything with you or for you. She can just be.

- Van was already practically crawling on her knees after you with the most obnoxious heart eyes before you were together but you when you actually get together? It’s seriously ridiculous times tenfold. The littlest touches from you make her shiver. Her pupils dilate just admiring a strand of your hair. Her whole goal for her days is to make you giggle and smile. And now she can openly show affection? She literally will not stop. Picking you up around your waist and spinning you randomly until you’re in fits of laughter. A hand always on your back or in your hair. Cuddled so closely you’re basically one, her head nuzzled into your chest, warm content breaths against your skin—no place she’d rather be. She’s anything you want her to be: your bodyguard, your puppet. She’s so gone she even lets you test out the ‘makeup’ you’d tried to make from berries, etc, on her—just leans into your touch on her cheek and closes her eyes with a dopey grin. Whipped.

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ Taissa Turner. .

- Tai is more in Shauna’s boat. Without knowing you, she judges you. Sees the delicate sparkly jewellery, the shiny hair, the perfectly done makeup, smells the warm perfume that makes her stomach tingle and thinks superficial. Your bright smiles and your genuine giggles make her a mix of secretly flustered and slightly annoyed—come on, there is no way you can be that much of a sweetheart. Ever skeptical, she thinks you’re just.. fake, really. However. At one practice, in which Tai ends up getting injured—nothing serious at all, but even slight mistakes embarrass and frustrate her like no other. She played it off and you were the only one to notice—you didn’t make a big deal out of it, you simply flounced over looking all perfect, discreetly handed her a bandage and her water bottle, asking a quiet sincere ‘are you okay?’. She thought differently of you from that day. Not noticeably. Not really. But to her it was noticeable. Her eyes lingered on you, and sometimes when you sprayed your perfume near her—she breathed in a little deeper, wanting to catch it. Seeing your smiles and knowing you mean them makes her heart beat with emotions she’d rather not name.

- When the crash happens, Tai panics. In a way that both surprises her and doesn’t, pumped on adrenaline and gut wrenching fear. Where are you? That is what’s racing through her head. When she finds you—soft locks of hair fallen from your bun, baby blue dress half torn and bleeding from your leg, looking so devastatingly perfect and alive—she hugs you. Engulfs you, really, would be the right term—in a flurry of emotion and limbs, launches herself at you. From then on, she knows in herself what she feels for you. Every day after—she keeps her eye on you, discreetly (mostly). Making sure you’re there, breathing. It’s all she needs at the moment, all she feels is really getting her through. Speaking with you, hearing your voice, laughing with you—quietly catering to you, it becomes her escape. The only times she feels normal. Feels happy.

- It’s very noticeable to the others that Tai is much softer to you than she is with them. Her face always does this little melting thing subconsciously when she looks at you—I mean, she lets you dress her up for fun, Christ sake! They never would’ve expected Tai of all people to fall for your bubblegum sweetened feminine self, but alas. You’re her weakness. She’s headstrong, stubborn—but you make her.. ease, a bit. You relax her enough for reason. Gentle hands running over her skin as you mumble into her ear softly, calming her. You’re a miracle worker.

[yuujispunches]

The things he doesn’t say ~ M.F.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Summary: Megumi doesn’t know how to deal with having a crush and his strategy of deny deny deny might just cost him everything he longs for when you overhear him talking with Yuki and Nobara.

CW (content warning): maybe some cursing but that’s it, this is mainly just fluff.

AN: I’m back! I finally finished my exams and I’m free so I’m back to writing. I’ll be going through the requests as soon as I can 🤍 English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’re any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

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The late spring air buzzed with the hum of insects and the smell of sun-warmed concrete as training wrapped for the day. A warm breeze danced across the open field behind Tokyo Jujutsu High, rustling the sleeves of uniforms and the grass that sprouted between cracks in the stone tiles.

Megumi Fushiguro stood with his arms crossed, gaze locked across the yard.

You were training with Yuji, your laughter ringing out as you clumsily dodged one of his exaggerated mock punches. There was a smear of dirt across your cheek, sweat shining on your forehead, and your smile. God, your smile, every time he saw it, it was as if it caught the sunlight like a net.

Megumi couldn’t look away. Not that he wanted to stare. But it was like his eyes had a mind of their own like his heart was some stupid, traitorous thing that leaned toward you every time you got within ten feet of him. He didn’t even like most people. But you? You made him feel… soft. Stupid. A little terrified.

“Okay.” Nobara said behind him, voice sing-songy. “You’ve been watching her for like, ten minutes straight.”

Megumi frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

Yuji snorted, having appeared beside him at some point. “Bro, yes, you have. It’s getting creepy.”

“I was making sure she didn’t overdo it.” He shifted uncomfortably. “She sprained her wrist last week.”

“Aw, so you’re able to care about someone?” Nobara teased. “That’s cute.”

“It’s not- ” Megumi's tone sharpened. “I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it.”

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You had just stepped around the back of the toolshed to get a drink from the water tap, coming back toward the group when the words hit your ears.

"I don’t have a thing for her, okay? Drop it."

You froze.

Your heart stumbled in your chest, awkward and loud. You stayed back, hidden by the shed’s corner, not even daring to breathe.

“She’s just a classmate.” Megumi continued, his voice clipped and cold. “There’s nothing going on. You guys are imagining things.”

The air between them seemed to shift. Nobara muttered, “Wow. Harsh.”

Yuji laughed nervously. “Y/N’s cool, though. I mean, I’d get it if you did like her.”

“I don’t.” Megumi said again. And this time, it was more than just annoyed. It was sharp. Final. “She’s annoying sometimes, honestly. Always asking questions, always smiling like we’re not about to die on a mission. I don’t get it.”

You didn’t hear the rest.

Your hands had gone cold, water bottle clutched tight to keep them from shaking. The back of your throat burned as you slowly backed away, heart hammering.

“She’s annoying sometimes, honestly… I don’t get it.”

His words kept echoing in your head. It felt like someone had slapped you, hard.

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That night, you didn’t come to dinner.

You weren’t mad, exactly. You didn’t think Megumi meant to hurt you, he probably thought he was protecting something, like he always did. That didn’t stop it from stinging like hell.

You sat in your dorm room, fingers curled loosely around a hot mug of tea you didn’t feel like drinking. Your phone buzzed a few times. Yuji, probably. Or Nobara. You ignored them all.

Across the courtyard, Megumi sat outside on the steps of the dorm, arms resting on his knees, gaze distant. Something felt off. You weren’t you tonight. You hadn’t looked at him once after training. Usually, you’d nudge him with your shoulder, say something quietly, something that made the tension in his chest ease.

Tonight, nothing.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Or maybe he did. Maybe he’d just spent so long pretending it didn’t matter that he forgot how much it did.

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The first time he noticed you was on a mission.

You weren’t like Nobara, loud and stylish and sharp-edged. You weren’t like Yuji, either, overwhelmingly bright, brimming with impossible optimism. You were quieter, not in a shy way but in a present way. Focused. Observant. You asked questions no one else asked. You noticed things.

During the mission, you’d pulled a cursed spirit off his blind spot without hesitation, taken a shallow gash to the ribs for it. Megumi remembered the way your hands shook, the blood blooming through your uniform and still, the only thing you said shocked him.

“I’m fine. You okay?” A concerned look on your face.

He’d looked at you like you were a different species.

Since then, something had shifted. And it scared the hell out of him.

——————————————————————————

The next day came with clouds heavy in the sky, the promise of rain clinging to the air.

You avoided him.

Not in an obvious way, there were still group training sessions, still shared missions but the warmth was gone. No small talk. No soft, thoughtful comments that made him feel seen. No casual touches or gentle teasing.

Megumi noticed.

It ate at him in quiet moments. During breaks, he’d glance over to find you talking with Yuji, laughing but never looking at him. When Nobara dragged you into town for shopping, you didn’t ask if he wanted to come.

And worst of all you’d stopped smiling at him.

One afternoon, he caught you in the courtyard alone, bandaging a scrape on your arm after training.

“You should disinfect that better.” He said, stepping up without thinking.

You looked up, then back down. “I’m fine.”

He hesitated. “You haven’t been talking to me.”

“I didn’t realize we talked much anyway.” You replied, tone even. Not cruel. Just… distant.

Megumi flinched inwardly. “Did I do something?”

You finally met his gaze. There was no accusation in your eyes just quiet resignation. “No. Not really. I just don’t want to bother you.”

That landed like a punch to the ribs.

He sat down beside you, legs crossed, staring at the grass. “You don’t bother me.”

“You said I was annoying.”

Silence.

You didn’t say where you’d heard it. You didn’t have to.

Megumi stared straight ahead. “That wasn’t… what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You asked quietly, not looking at him. “Because I was starting to think we were friends. But maybe I read too much into it.”

Megumi’s throat closed up. He couldn’t say it. Not here. Not like this.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

You stood, brushing off your pants. “Don’t be. It’s my fault. I let myself think you cared.”

He looked up sharply, eyes wide. But you were already walking away, each step driving nails deeper into the floor of his chest.

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Later that night, Megumi sat in the common room with Yuji and Nobara, both chattering about something or other while he stared at the floor.

“You okay, bro?” Yuji asked between bites of chips.

Megumi didn’t answer right away.

Nobara narrowed her eyes. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“I messed up.” Megumi said simply.

Yuji blinked. “Did you two fight?”

“No.” He exhaled through his nose. “But I lied. I said I didn’t care about her. And she heard it.”

Nobara grimaced. “Yeah, okay. That’s bad.”

“I didn’t want you two making a big deal out of it,” Megumi muttered.

“Dude, you made a big deal out of it.” Yuji pointed out. “You went all ice-prince ‘I don’t like her at all’ of course she’s hurt.”

Megumi scrubbed a hand over his face. “I thought if I pretended it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Nobara crossed her arms. “And now?”

“Now it hurts worse.”

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The clouds broke open just after you and Megumi were dispatched together on a joint mission outside Tokyo.

A cursed spirit had been stalking a neighborhood near Kyoto, an old manufacturing district turned residential. It wasn’t high-grade, likely a grade 2, maybe 1 but it was slippery and fast, and the higher-ups wanted it gone discreetly. Gojo had paired you and Megumi “You two are quiet and competent.” He said. “No property damage, please.”

You’d barely said a word to Megumi on the train. He hadn’t tried to start a conversation either. The air between you was heavy, like a storm about to break.

Now, trudging through the damp streets just after sunset, the rain soaked through your jackets, making your breath fog and your hands cold. Your cursed energy flickered outward, on alert.

“It’s close.” You murmured, scanning the alley ahead.

Megumi nodded, summoning Divine Dogs. “Split left. If you catch it, don’t engage alone.”

You nodded stiffly. “Copy.”

He hated this. Not the mission, he could handle the mission. He hated the way you moved around him like a stranger, your voice clipped, movements economical, eyes never quite meeting his.

He wanted to reach out. But every time he opened his mouth, the words died on his tongue.

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The cursed spirit was stronger than expected.

It lunged from the shadows behind a warehouse, fast and wide, all teeth and claws and thick, bristling curses that slashed like wire through the air. You ducked under its first strike, slashing upward with your blade. It screeched, retreating, and you pursued.

Then, too late, you felt the shift.

A second spirit dropped from the roof behind you, small, but fast. Its claws raked your side before you could turn, searing pain flashing hot across your ribs.

You cried out. Megumi’s blood ran cold.

“Y/N!” He shouted, moving fast. Shadows burst outward, his wolves intercepting the small one before it could strike again.

He reached you in three heartbeats.

You staggered, one hand pressed to your side, blood seeping between your fingers. “I didn’t sense the second one.”

“You shouldn’t have been alone,” he snapped, eyes dark. “I told you not to engage- ”

“I had to.” You hissed. “It was going after a kid- ”

“Goddammit, Y/N.”

He didn’t mean to sound so furious. But fear twisted in his gut, ugly and choking.

He moved fast, summoning Nue to stall the remaining spirit as he caught you, half carrying you out of the danger zone. His grip was tight, protective, anchoring, and trembling just slightly.

You winced. “I can walk- ”

“Don’t argue with me right now.” He said, voice low.

He didn’t let go.

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You sat against the wall of an abandoned convenience store, blood soaking your uniform. Megumi worked silently, cleaning the wound with water from his canteen and bandaging you as best he could.

You stared past him, jaw clenched. “If this is about me being annoying again, don’t bother.”

Megumi’s hands froze.

“What?”

“I get it.” You muttered, not meeting his eyes. “I smile too much. I ask too many questions. I’m a burden. I’m not as strong as you or Yuji. You don’t have to pretend.”

His voice was quiet. “You really think I feel that way?”

“I heard you, Megumi. That day. You didn’t just say you didn’t like me. You sounded like the idea of liking me was disgusting.”

Megumi sat back on his heels, breath unsteady. The rain had stopped, but thunder still rolled distantly in the sky.

He looked wrecked.

“I didn’t mean it.” He said finally. “I was trying to shut Yuji and Nobara up. They wouldn’t stop teasing me. I panicked.”

You stared at him, hollow. “And the part about me being annoying?”

He swallowed. “I was angry. Not at you. At myself. I’ve felt this way for months and I didn’t know what to do with it. So I turned it into something ugly so I wouldn’t have to deal with it.”

Silence.

He looked down, ashamed. “You were never annoying. I lied.”

Your throat burned. “Why?”

“Because I like you so much it scares the hell out of me.” He said, finally meeting your eyes. “You make me feel like I’m not just a weapon. Like I’m allowed to be human. And I didn’t want to lose that.”

You stared at him.

“I thought if I kept it quiet, I could protect it. Protect you. But I ended up hurting you instead.”

Your voice cracked. “You really like me?”

His answer was immediate. “Yes. A lot.”

The silence between you changed. It wasn’t cold anymore. It buzzed warm and uncertain.

You exhaled shakily. “I thought I was just being stupid.”

“You’re not.” He said, leaning closer. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. Kind. Smarter than me, half the time. You see people for who they are and you still smile like the world doesn’t deserve you.”

You blinked fast. “That was… a lot.”

He blushed furiously. “Yeah. Sorry. I’ve been holding it in.”

You reached for him without thinking, hand brushing his wrist. He stilled, then turned his hand under yours, fingers closing around yours.

Your voice was small. “I like you too, you know.”

Megumi let out a breath like he’d been drowning and finally found air.

“I know.” He said softly. “I just didn’t want to believe it. Thought maybe if I ignored it, I wouldn’t mess it up.”

You smiled weakly. “You kind of did mess it up.”

He nodded. “I’ll fix it.”

“How?”

“I’ll stop hiding.” He said. “I’ll be honest with you. From now on no more running away.”

You were quiet for a beat.

“Okay.” You said. “But that means telling Nobara.”

He groaned. “Please no.”

“She knows.”

“She’ll never shut up.”

“She deserves the satisfaction.”

He scowled. “You’re cruel.”

You smiled, softer now. “You like that about me.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached up gently, pushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was light, reverent. You leaned into it.

“You’re not allowed to lie again.” You whispered. “Not about how you feel.”

“Promise.” He said.

And when he leaned in, tentative but sure, and pressed his forehead to yours, you felt the shift not just in the air, but in the weight you’d both been carrying.

This time, it didn’t feel so heavy.

——————————————————————————

The next day, back at the dorms, Nobara cornered Megumi on the steps.

“So” She said with narrowed eyes. “Y/N looked very happy this morning.”

Megumi sighed. “Don’t start.”

Yuji leaned around the doorway. “Wait- wait. Did you finally tell her?!”

Megumi muttered. “Yes.”

Both Nobara and Yuji exploded with noise.

“I KNEW IT!”

“ABOUT TIME!”

“I GIVE IT THREE WEEKS BEFORE HE PANICS AGAIN!”

Megumi, for once, didn’t snap at them. He just shook his head and let the teasing roll off.

Because when he looked across the courtyard and saw you waiting, smiling that real, soft smile just for him and nothing else mattered.

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[yuriisclumsy]

Hello Yuyu (if you are uncomfortable with this nickname, I'm sorry :(( I also don't know if you still take requests, if not please ignore this message) I'm curious about Cale's reaction when rd is jealous. I feel like he always shows an aura that attracts others. So what if rd sees him chatting with a noble, and he can see the heart in that person's eyes when they looked at Cale. At first rd tried to restrain herself :(( but she couldn't. She ended up holding Cale's hand and pouting the whole time

Jealousy, Jealousy

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1011

Authors Note: The fact that this was from last year is insane to me… Anyway— Reader jealous, yes? I can work with that! PS. I like the nickname. It’s pretty cute :) 

[Warning]: Please forgive me for any misinformation or mischaracterization, I haven’t read TCF in a whiiiiiile. I have to get back to reading. I heard that the gold dragon finally makes an appearance in the Manhwa!

»»► Reader is not just jealous of the noblewomen who come near Cale–no no–she’s also plotting their funerals with a glare that could slice their heads off. For obvious reasons, she wouldn't. But a girl can dream.

»»► As for why she’s in this mood…? Oh you’ll find out soon enough.

It was dusk, the moon was just beginning to wake up from her slumber to adorn the sky with her starry pearls and natural glow, when the ball began. A dance in honor of the Crown Prince of the Roan Kingdom, future king of this land. It has been hosted each year ever since the prince was crowned.

In other words, it was a show of power and wealth; a political move from the imperial family.

One that Cale wished not to be part of.

With a big sigh, he drank the remaining red liquid from the glass he had in his hand. The taste of alcohol made interacting with the crowds tolerable.

“Master Cale?” A sickeningly sweet voice called to him.

Cale turned and greeted a young noblewoman that was approaching him. “Good evening,” he slightly vowed.

“So it is you!” She got closer to him, practically in front of his face. “It’s such an honor to meet the infamous Cale of the Henituse Territory!” Her eyes sparkled. He leaned back out of instinct, feeling the uncomfortableness of the situation.

“Haha…the honor is all mine,” he said back with his diplomatic smile.

“Master Cale, I was hoping to discuss something with you,” she began.

“Business related? If so, we can go have a seat in of those tables over there—”

“That won’t be necessary!” She laughed nervously. Her eyes wandered to the side, her cheeks turning rosy by the second. Oh Cale could smell the trouble brewing trouble. “I was wondering…might you perhaps be seeing someone?” There it is.

“I’m sorry, but…why the sudden question?” He asked–though he didn’t really care what she had to say, it was to stall for a good response to come to his mind.

“Oh I was just curious, that's all!”

As if he’d believe that. He knew why the topic of his relationship status had been garnering attention. Ever since his grand heroic act, saving the royal family and the other territory’s leaders during the banquet a few months ago, his father had been receiving marriage offerings from all sorts of people; given how low his reputation was, they thought his father would have accepted to marry off his useless son, and in the process they would have gained his reputation. More political nonsense.

Unfortunately for them, he is already seeing someone.

Should he tell her? His relationship with you wasn’t known to the public. And although he would not want to involve you in politics for now, he did not want to lie about you either. Why do the gods like to shove him into annoying situations like this?

“Human…” His eyes glanced up discreetly to his right. A small-sized dragon floated close to his shoulder. “[Name] is giving you the sticky eyes again,” he pointed to the other side of the room, unamused by this.

Oh-uh.

His eyes slowly follow the trajectory of Raun’s long nail. There, in all the magnificent glory, was you.

The red fabric was adorning your frame nicely, not too tight to show the world whatever your body had to offer, and not too loose to look baggy. Your expensive heels clacked loudly as you tapped your left feet against the palace floors like a rabbit. You were glaring at his direction. Your attention wasn’t on him in particular. It was rather at the noblewoman that was with him at the moment. If looks could kill, he’d probably be witness to a bloody murder.

He better go to you while you are still in control of that demon. He shuddered at the thought of you snapping. 

“Master Cale?” the noblewomen called to him, concerned from his silence.

“Please excuse my manners, but I have to go. I have other business to attend to,” he smiled apologetically. He vowed slightly, “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to meet again someday,” that hope would only happen if the gods wished for her death by the hands of his lovely lady. He left before she could dig a greater grave.

He walked up to you, who was still glaring daggers at the confused noblewomen. “[Name]?” he called out. No response was given. “[Name]...” he called again. “[Name] please…” You gave him no mind and moved your face to the side, your brows still furrowed in annoyance. Cale could only frow.

Did that woman truly get under your skin, love? His eyes widened at an idea that crossed his mind.

“*sigh*... And here I was thinking of fetching some food my lady...” Your attention perked from the mention of food. Yet you still refuse to acknowledge him. “...I guess I’ll go with my lonesome since you don’t want anything…tis a shame, ” Cale said with a very sad voice and over dramatized expression. He turned to go to the food station.

3…2… Cale counted down. aaaand… he dragged as you stepped in front of him, 1. He smirked. Predictable as always. Your face still possessed the frown from before but with less bitterness and more pouty into it.

“...”

“...”

“...Can I come get food with you?” you asked, not bothering to look at him. You knew him. Well enough to know he had a smug expression splashed all over his eyes and mouth.

“Of course,” he extended his arm he knew you would take. As you made your way to the delicious temptations he leaned down and hovered right above your ear. “You know, you look cute when you're jealous.”

“Say another word and you're sleeping outside the manor.” He straightened, giving you a cheeky smile, and motioned his hand across his mouth like a zip to gesture you won’t hear anymore teasing from him for the rest of the night.

The ball faded into music, food, and a pouty lover.

The End

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[ssahotchnerr]

okay so I’m on vacation at the beach and I can’t help but wonder what a family beach trip with Aaron would look like? Is he a beach person? I feel like he isn’t, but would probably go if you loved it. If he did go, would Aaron would go shirtless at the beach? Or would he be worried about his Foyet scars? I think it’s safe to say he’s a drill sergeant when it comes to sunscreen hahah! I just wanted to know your thoughts!!

hi my love!! i hope you’re having the best time!!! 🫶🏻💓🥰💗

and omg aaron is not a beach person in the slightest 😭 the main reason - he despises the sand - it just clings to everything and gets everywhere. like once you're all home and unpacking - it's just on everything and it's on the car's carpet and it irks him so bad 😭 AND he's not a huge fan of the heat either, he prefers to stay strictly under the umbrella, but does enjoy a nice sunset walk when it cools down <333 but the beach does make him worry. if jack is in the water, the man in on HIGH alert because he doesn't want a wave to catch jack by surprise and drag him under. so he's either in the water with jack making sure, or if you happen to be accompanying jack, aaron's keeping a keen eye on the both of you 🥺 hey - waves can be strong, they could easily pull you under as well.

but despite all that, you're right!!!! he’ll happily go if you love the beach 🥹 he'll still have a great time too, there's just other places he would rather be 😭 you know?

his scars :((((( i think he wouldn't go shirtless if you were at a public beach. but if the lil cute beach house you happen to be renting is private - the only people there being your family - he won't wear one because there's no one there to see. AND wearing a shirt just makes him feel hotter overall, especially since the temperature is already making him uncomfortable 😭

and omg aaron is SOOOO attentive when it comes to sunscreen!!!!! he makes sure everyone reapplies frequently, takes breaks from the sun, jack keeps a baseball cap on, and stays hydrated!!!! he's adorably annoying with it actually 😭🥹 and naturally aaron chooses to apply the sunscreen onto you himself 🥰 making sure it's as thorough as possible 🤨 and if you start to look a bit pink, he doesn't say anything and immediately is putting more onto you. hehe you whine his name, saying how you're fine and he's just nope 🥰 being careful never hurt anyone

but again, once the heat of the day is gone and everything has cooled down, that's his favorite part. there's a cool breeze as the two of you walk hand in hand on the beach, feet in the water, watching jack run around and get in the water despite being fully dressed 🥹 but you both can't dare to care - you're on vacation and he's having a blast <333 AND getting dinner and walking around the beach town, aaron's a fan of that too <333 (this is my dream life actually)

[kaivenom]

Shooting Gallery Date

Summary: you both are spending some time on the shooting gallery, more like Leon is having fun and you are watching him. That is until you decide to take some action.

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warning: sexual tension but mostly cute couple goals.

A/N: purely self-indulgent, it was time that I write somehing for this men.

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The spanish music was sounding loud on the speakers of the gallery, so high that you can almost ignore the shooting sounds of your boyfriend's gun.

He was on his 30th try for the S rank and you were starting to get upset. Your book is interesting but mix it with the music, the shooting, uncomfortable barrel you are using as a seat, etc... and you end up running out of patience.

When he told you about going on a date, you expected something different, even thought you aren't going to complaint about his biceps showing.

"Aishhhhhhh..." you sighted again, everytime more obvious, trying to get Leon's attention.

"Fine, I am done, this is impossible." he left the gun on the desk and the beeping sound of the end came around.

"So... we can go take dinner?" he looked really annoyed and you thought for a moment that he was too angry to spent time with you, but his look softened.

"Come here." he said with a sweet voice, so you did.

He put his arms around your waist and kissed your lips slowly.

"I know I didn't give you the attention you expected... i got a little self-absorbed by my competitiveness." his low voice on your´neck made you shiver, "come here."

He sat you on the desk and continued kissing you, really deep and passional, just what you needed. You put your arms and legs around him so your bodies are closer. But then an idea popped into your mind.

"So... what it is so interesting about these thing." you took one of the guns and started moving it, inspecting it casually.

"Don't move that like a toy, it is not." he took the gun out of your hands and kissed your cheeks playfully. "Why do you suddently care?"

"Maybe I want to know what my boyfriend was so interesting in, that he left me forgotten on a barrel for TWO HOURS" that last thing was a little more agressive that you expected.

"Ok, then you are going to see it. Come down." you put yourself on the ground and Leon turns you around, facing the cardboard objectives.

His chest presses against your back and you could feel all his muscular and trained body. His hands moved up and down your arms, as if he was encouraging you.

"Now, you grab the gun like this." his arms surround you and the gun is placed on your face.

His fingers help you put yours in place, but concentrating is difficult with is cologne next to you and his jawline next to your head.

"Now, we press and shoot." the noisy BAMM made you step back but Leon's body was the perfect wall.

A small deep laugh came from his chest and you can't help but frown. Then, you both realized you did a score, on the head of the cardboard figure.

"I am a pro."

"Begginer's luck." he sounded a little upset, and you can't help but kiss his neck.

His addam's apple trembled and a low grunt escaped his lips.

"Do you want another try?" his look was more than determined now.

"I do."

With each shoot your bodies were closer and your cheeks blushed more. Your aim was getting better, try by try.

"I think we can try together."

"Oh really?" his hug almost cut your breathing.

"I do, at least we can try, what is one more attempt?"

And finally, with your help, Leon finally got the S rank. You were jumping with excitement and he was static looking at the screen.

"Maybe what you needed since the begining was to include your girlfriend on your plans."

You couldn't continue because his lips were on yours, needy as you never saw him. He pressed you against the wall.

"Yeah, maybe I needed to do that... that was such a turn on and I finally got the S rank. Now, We go take dinner, I pay and we go to a hotel so I can give you the love an attention you deserve."

[jjscrybaby]

hello! i saw that u said u needed ideas for dealer!jj 🤍 i’ve been obsessed w/ the idea of him lately so i have one!! it’s pretty cliche but maybe you’ll like it? i was thinking of tr having to go to a deal with him (maybe it was a last minute thing so she wasn’t supposed to be there at all) and something goes wrong or the guy says something about her that kinda pisses jj off? something along those lines!! it’s okay if u don’t really want to do it or want to change it, i’ll leave it completely up to you!! 🩵🪽💐 but just know that i already loved the first one for him so muchhhh!! u write him so well, the vibes are >>>>

protective

warnings: jj selling drugs, pervy guy, violence. i had to fight the urge to add a daddy kink in here I’ll be real.

dealer!jj masterlist

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“Y’look cute,” JJ murmured, hand squeezing your thigh as he drove down the backroads. He hadn’t had the chance to say it yet, the last twenty minutes had been spent on his porch as you begged him to let you tag along for his deliveries.

Your intention when you’d shown up at his front door was to have a smoke, watch a movie and make out for the evening; apparently he had other plans. He had already had four texts come in, and he couldn’t decline; he needed the money. One thing JJ had made clear was you would never be around during his work hours; that had lasted all of five minutes. You spent too much time with him, and he wasn’t going to choose between you and his job.

“Thanks,” you grinned, looking over at him. You were in a good mood — happy that you got your way.

“Don’t think I look cute?” He teased, turning to look at your briefly with a smirk on his face.

“Always, Jayj,” you giggled, swatting at his arm.

The first three deliveries went fine, you stayed sat in the truck and were a good girl; just like you’d promised. The fourth was where it all went a little wrong. You’d been sat there for ten minutes now, nose scrunched in annoyance at having to sit in the hot van without your man beside you. Every other delivery he’d been in and out in under two minutes, so what was taking so long this time?

You started to get a little worried. He’d said that this customer was new, someone he’d never sold to before, what if something had gone wrong? You opened the truck door and hopped out, slowly walking around the corner of the trailer. JJ’s voice was loud and annoyed, you sighed in relief; at least he wasn’t dead.

“Man, I am tellin’ you to give that shit back. You ain’t got enough and I don’t do deals,” JJ spat.

“Just this once, dude! Jamie said you were cool, said you let him off the hook sometimes,” the guy argued. You could see him, arms crossed over his chest with the baggie tucked in between them.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. “I’ve been sellin’ to Jamie for over two years, but I can tell you now he ain’t gettin’ deals again. Hand that shit back.”

“Or what?” You cringed. JJ didn’t do well with people talking back to him, the only person that was allowed to do that was you.

You watched as the blonde took a step forward, but as he went to look behind his eyes met yours and the anger was washed off of his face. “I told you to wait in the damn truck!”

“Who’s that?” The customer asked, now noticing you as well. His eyes ran over your body and you shuddered uncomfortably. Now that you could see his face properly, you realised how skeevy he looked — if you were walking near him at night you’d cross the street.

“Ain’t none of your business,” JJ retaliated. “Go on, kid, a’ight? I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Pretty girl like that should be gettin’ more respect. C’mon, sweetheart. Y’want a drink or somethin’?” You blinked, instantly looking to JJ for help. His eyes narrowed, head tilting.

You were certain time slowed down as he lifted his fist and punched the customer right in the nose — knocking him onto the ground. You gasped in shock, covering your mouth with your hands as he bent down and hit him again; just for good measure. He yanked the baggie from his hands, stuffing it in his pocket as he threw what looked like ten dollars down on the porch floor.

“Don’t talk to my fuckin’ girl. Don’t call me again.” With that, JJ walked away and made a beeline for you. His anger was now directed in another direction, you huffed as he grabbed your arm and yanked you back to the van. “Can’t listen to one simple instruction, can ya?”

“Got worried, Jayj. You were taking so long!” You argued, climbing into the passenger seat as he rounded the van.

“I’ve been doin’ this a long time, I can handle myself. Sometimes shit just takes longer than necessary, okay?” JJ replied with a sigh as he started the engine.

“How was I supposed to know that?” You argued like a brat.

He scoffed, hand moving to rest on your thigh once again. “I’m lettin’ you off here, don’t piss me off even more.”

You murmured under your breath, one more jab at him, before nodding and leaning over the console to kiss his cheek. “It was hot how you protected me.”

“Yeah?” His lips quirked up in a smirk, giving you a side eye. His thumb rubbed circles into your inner thigh, squeezing gently. “How ‘bout we head home now, baby? That what you want?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, a smile gracing your lips.

Again, you were getting what you wanted.

[pruneunfair]

No means no unless your the FL (AKA me being ranting about I thought my time was up)

Lariette is that type of villainess you see in those isekai fantasies that is an ogfl who is secretly a pushy white lotus who won't respect the boundaries of the ML, but since she's an extroverted girl boss, it's totally fine.

He's setting up some boundaries already and Lariette doesn't seem to care

Not enough? Don't worry I have some more. Here's more scenes of Asrahan setting boundaries.

and now watch as she breaks them

Whats even worse is that the narrative proceeds to bring in such cheap excuses to justify her pushiness and disrespect of Asrahan's space, not just because she thinks she's dying (which wouldn't even be an excuse anyway to force a relationship with someone when you believe you'll die in 3 months)

In one chapter, Lariette gets drunk and starts to force Asrahan to touch her and she even demands a kiss that she later forces, Asrahan is clearly against this and he resists, not wanting to advantage of a drunk woman

And what do you know? When Asrahan finally calls her out on her harassment she passes out.

Heres another cheap excuse, in the same scene he asks Lariette to take it slow, she actually agrees! Wow, is that character development I smell?

Nope! Not at all!

The next day when Lariette gets confronted about this, this is the bullshit we get for justification

Apprently she assumed that when Asrahan asked to take it slow... she thought he was talking about cooking..

In so many scenes, Lariette gets all upset and offended when Asrahan is avoiding her,

You think that she begins to acknowledge she should back off of the assertiveness and give him some space but 1 chapter later, she and the second ML plan a scheme to make Asrahan jealous.

Also Lariette, WHAT RELATIONSHIP!? It's been like 11 chapters and all you've been doing is pressuring him to be with you when he's clearly uncomfortable. Not to mention resorting to physical violence to prove why he should let his insecurities go so he can go out with you and no, I am not lying

Not like this has an impact and is only served to appear "cute" and "bold of the FL" and Asrahan is just being "shy" (fucking ew)

but hey! Good thing Asrahan ends up falling in love in the duration of 20 chapters

Already in love with Lariette in only 20 or so chapters, many of which she spent violating his boundaries.

Mustve been considered a long time and development though considering this random dude fell in love with her at first sight.

OH! So NOW we care about consent!

There was no other point in continuing sinc it was basically just reading a typical power fantasy and I already filled half a camera roll with screenshot so I dropped it after chapter 44.

Sorry for such a long rant on a story, but the comment section about how cool Lariette is pushing herself on someone trying to tell her no was giving me an aneurysm.

[liloslittlethings]

louis being protective over liam after he gets hit in the head

(otra belfast 10/23/15)

and then tweeting this after the show

[oceanwithouthermoon]

my face when someone takes conventionally unattractive characters and makes them conventionally attractive as a way to make them more palatable and then gets defensive over it because they think not being conventionally attractive is an insult

[pucellerie]

i'm glad i'm gay because i don't think i've ever felt the maternal instinct for even one singular second so i doubt i'll be able to love one... & i don't hate babies i just feel nothing when i see them like i'm fascinated but that's sort of where it ends for me

[dmitriyuriev]

Limbo's plaything

[kinokoshoujoart]

Which other characters do you feel have been most misrepresented or poorly localised apart from Rock/Romeo?

most of the characters would be localized differently if DS/cute had been localized by xseed hmmm

(a lot of bachelorette heart events exclusive to the boy version are probably worse, given that the boy version can get downright incomprehensible more often than the girl version, but i’m not going through the hell of restarting the english version of DS for yet another time given that it’s Save File Corruption Speedrunner)

i need to preface this by saying i’m only trying to call this an Interesting and Unfortunate Change but….

one big example that comes to mind is Ain / Kai and his “too touchy-feely?” first heart event….. is not about that in japanese and since it’s not quite equivalent it gets a real sense of unintentional Bad in english

in the japanese version of the event, Ain brings up the fact that he just calls you your name, without the honorific -san. omitting that definitely makes him come off as overfamiliar (whole ass trope about new couples getting flustered over being called their first name with no honorific for the first time), but Ain is Not From Here and overall speaks in the casual, friendly way he’s used to.

he asks you if you’re uncomfortable with him using your name like that

obviously the correct choice is to say you don’t mind at all and everything is fine. BUT if you tell him it’s too much…. he apologizes and tries saying your name with -san… but he realizes he just can’t do it, because “after all, aya is just aya (or whatever your name is). which is kinda weird, but it would require all his normal dialogue lines to be rewritten, so i guess we need to return to the status quo…whatever…

obviously this presents a conundrum in the english version, since honorific speech isn’t used in english the same way it is in japanese. so the event has to be about something slightly different…

the solution natume came up with was to have it be about him patting you on the back

you can probably already see the problem with this but let’s look at it anyway

i mean that’s kinda… odd, but hey, on the bright side, there’s no need for them to return to the status quo so surely he’ll stop if you ask him to..?

yea okay man haha…i don’t think i will…….

[nonokoko13]

Call me Mahoro because I also think her brother is hot af Btw the plot twist in this series is that Arajin is going take his crush last name but not because of her. Sorry for the spoilers peace and love in the planet Earth

And could somebody make this Marito teddy bear real? It's a basic and essential need atp

[spikeisawesome456]

My brother and I went to this neat art installation in Tokyo today, and it was super cool! I dressed up in my cutesy dress and my brother (very kindly) took my picture. These were my favorite, from the garden section.

If you’re ever in Japan, I highly recommend TeamLabs! This installation was Planets, but yesterday my brother and I went to their other one in Tokyo called Borderless and it was also so cool. More projection based art in that one, while Planets is more physical. For example, we had to be barefoot because at two places in the installation we had to walk through water (which is why I’m barefoot in the photo ha). One was flowing the other was almost knee deep. Super cool.

[decaydance-smackdown]

to the multiple people saying theyd kill themselves if mania won: ...well i wont say anything. instead i will just say: Stop Being Fucking Weirdo Losers.