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aritsukemo · 5 days ago

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Hello (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Can I request kaneki and saiko with a gn reader who dress in EGL fashion?(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Kaneki & Saiko w/ a reader who likes to dress in EGL Fashion

Summary: What's their reaction to you and your love for EGL Fashion? What was their initial reaction upon meeting you?

Warnings: Author is not very knowledgeable on this particular fashion so possibly inaccurate descriptions ahead ( but I purposely keep things vague as to best avoid that ). Mentions of otome games, cosplaying, and roleplaying for Saiko's. I was unsure of if the requestor wanted a specific Kaneki so I just went with Anteiku/s1 Kaneki! As per the request, this was written with gender neutral reader in mind and romantic intent ( but, again, I keep things pretty vague/ambiguous ). Read at your own volition!

A/N: Phew, this was a struggle to write... So sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations. I had no idea how to go about this request but wanted to complete it nevertheless 😓

Tagging: @snowy-violet, @yoshinorecommends

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⇻ Ken Kaneki

When you first met back when he was still a naive boy working as a barista at Anteiku, he was very intimidated but enthralled by your beauty at the same time.

Your very being exuded poised elegance in a way he's only been able to imagine the existence of due to books of different genres he used to read — at first glance, he almost mistook you as a foreign royal from afar.

To be frank, he admires you greatly! Your love for this particular fashion has attracted eyes everywhere you go ( and most likely weren't at all friendly ) yet you go about your day uncaring and unbothered — something he'd never be able to do himself.

At the same time you...intimidate him greatly - extremely, actually. Nothing against you personally, but the energy you give off is untouchable and never to be tested and it makes him feel like the slightest mistake will result with his head at the end of some medieval deathtrap.

Once those walls are broken down by the comfort of familiarity, however, and a friendship ( or more ) begins to blossom, he's not as scared to speak his mind! He's very respectful with his compliments and general conversating. He's a bit embarrassed to say cheesy things aloud like that, but you look like you walked straight out of a ( grim ) fairytale and he's utterly entranced so please bear the awkward compliments.

Would love to go shopping with you but is too nervous to ask.

Seeing you in more average clothes ( if you wear them ) will throw him for a loop. Like going from your usual eccentric layered ruffles to such mundane attire will have him doing double takes to make sure he's seeing things correctly. His reaction is not to be taken with offense, but he can't help but be shocked at such a drastic change.

⇻ Saiko Yonebayashi

She's all over you the moment she lays her mismatched hues upon you and your frills.

Can you blame her though? You look like the stereotypical mysterious female entity that helps the mc find love in one of her fantastical otome games! All you need is some overly large staff to float on above her and you'd fit the vibe perfectly!

She'd bombard you with all kinds of questions — things like where do you shop, what kind of games you like to play if you play any, and what's your opinion on cosplay and roleplaying ( for no particular reason at all )

So incredibly mesmerized that she can't help the steady flow of odd compliment dripping from her mouth. She just can't get over the fact that you look like some of her favorite kinds of characters in her games and she kinda treats you like she's meeting them in real life in the beginning.

Very touchy, but careful. She doesn't want to mess up your outfit so she'll be cautious sitting close to you or laying on or against you...or as best she can anyway. If you indulge her, espedecially when all doll up, who knows what she'll do.

One of her favorite activities to do is go shopping with you and watching you piece together your outfits and try them on in real time. She loves seeing your thought process and all the effort you put into every outfit!

She has a habit of "showing you off" to others like you're some expensive bag of hers. I'm talking fully turning you around to show off your back bows and the cross-stitch of your dresses, lifting the frills of your skirt to give people an up close and personal view, etc. She wants everyone to marvel at your grace just like she's always doing, but she'll back off if it truly makes you uncomfortable.

Seeing you in regular clothes doesn't much faze her to be honest. To her, it's understandable. As lovely as you look in your usual drabs, she knows it can take a lot of time and energy to dress like that and, though you enjoy dressing up quite a bit, you can't do it all the time. She'll make sure to convey to you that no mater what you wear, she'll find you as breathtaking as she usually does. ( There's no being self-conscious on her watch! )

All in all, she's the biggest fan of you and your hobbies and will forever support you ( ...and nag you to cosplay for her at least thrice but you don't mind, right? Right? )

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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aritsukemo · 5 days ago

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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Mondo Oowada and a male reader in an Aladdin AU with fluff to angst please? In the story, Mondo and the reader are street rats but grew up as childhood friends/brothers. But as the years go by, the reader wants a better life for himself yet Mondo keeps getting into fights with the guards while stealing for himself. You can decide on the ending but it would end with the reader getting hurt, maybe dying on accident, and Mondo realizing his mistakes. What do you think?

Hey, I'm terribly sorry for the ridiculous wait you endured just to hear this disappointing news; I couldn't complete your request.

I really did try, but kept rewriting and rewriting and rewriting as I was unsatisfied greatly by what I wrote.

That said, it isn't much, but I've posted the only unfinished draft I still have on ao3 which you can find here.

Once again, I'm terribly sorry for both the wait time and my inability to not fully complete your request :( I tried my hardest..

#ari talks #so so incredibly sorry!!#you've probably forgotten all about this request #but its been nagging me this entire time #im disappointed with myself because this request was not at all difficult and yet I struggled with it for so long #i hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me..

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aritsukemo · 5 days ago

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Please come and support Cew however you can!! 🫶

hello everyone!!

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aritsukemo · 6 days ago

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How do we feel about Koori Ui? Lowkey i want to climb him

Smoke and Promises | Koori Ui

Summary: You find Ui smoking again after promising you he'd quit.

Warnings: Spoilers to Tokyo Ghoul Re: ahead! Furthermore, talks of a certain character's death is a main plot point of this little imagine. Obviously, depictions of smoking ahead as well as other bad habits such as excessive drinking. I imply that you and Ui are only friends but they're are bits and pieces sprinkled in here that hint romantic feelings on Ui's part. With all this said, read at your own discretion!

A/N: RAHHHH UI MY BOY 😼 I squealed when I say his name pop up in my inbox. Thank you for giving me an excuse to right for one of my favorite tg characters! <33

Tagging: @snowy-violet, @yoshinorecommends

"You're smoking again," The complaint was voiced with soft distress as the click of shoes growing closer filled the ears of the black-haired man.

He looks back, and sure enough, the prettiest person ever is there to catch him indulging in his bad habits again.

He can't seem to care enough to even feign embarrassment or shame right now. He does, however, apologize.

"Sorry," He exhales, and a toxic, cloudy puff exited from his mouth, "I'll stop soon, I promise."

Your frown deepens, "Don't make promise you have no intention on keeping."

"Who said I wouldn't?" He shoots out, side-eyeing you. You meet his sideways glance with a full head turn in his direction as you throw back, "Because you said that last time yet here we are."

"Point taken," He doesn't miss a beat. Turning his head back to gaze upon the horizon that hid away behind tall skyscrapers and other office buildings. It was truly odd sight — seeing him admit defeat so quickly, you mean — and it only made you worry more.

These past few days following Ihei's...Hairu's death, you've noticed Ui's been rather — what's the word — ...self destructive? You're sure that no one but you has noticed how the dark gullies underneath his eyes have turned into deep ravines. How often he has to downs medication ( that you may or may not have snuck into the CCG for him ) to combat his frequent migraines. How he seems to be more outwardly agitated by the little things like a cup of pens being knocked over or some documents being misplaced.

He's been sleeping less, eating less, and unfortunately, smoking and drinking a tons more — hell, a ton doesn't scratch the amount of bottles you found surrounding him at the downtown bar last night — and to say you're worried would be an understatement.

But what can you possibly do in a situation like this? I mean, you yourself are in the same shoes as the person lost was someone dear to the both of you. If it weren't for the comforting support you received from your coworker and good friend ( much to Ui's dismay ), Haise Sasaki, you'd probably be in a similar if not worst state.

But something as heartbreaking and final as death can do that to a person. It can completely reshape and break them and you can tell that the special class was teetering that edge and, as a result, cracking.

So, with no better ideas, you ask him, "..You'd seek me out if something was bothering you, right?"

"Of course," He says much too quickly not to be seen as dismissive. You decide to try again, "You promise? No alcohol binges or hour-long cigarette breaks or drowning yourself in work until you pass out...you'll come and seek solace in me, right?"

"Yeah," He throws out, and whether he's aware of it or not, it sounded even more halfhearted than before.

So you walk up to him — not as an investigator, but a dear friend who cares for him and his wellbeing greatly — and reach out, taking his face into your hands.

As expected, he's surprised; his drooping empty eyes seem to widen up and even spark for a moment as he seems to be at a lost for words. You use that as leeway to speak first before seniority has a chance to rule.

"I'll ask you again," You say as firmly as your being could muster, "Do you promise to come to me next time you feel like this?"

In hindsight, your wording my have been a bit too direct — may have breach waters more rocky than you may have liked — but you can't find yourself regretting it, especially when Ui's able to process what's happening and slinks away from your grasp with red beginning to stain his cheeks.

Because like that, though it's not exactly the same, he seems much more like himself and less like a hollow shell.

"You shouldn't touch your superior so inappropriately," He scolds, but doesn't meet your gaze nor does he do anything to reprimand you further. Instead, he lets silence fill the air and you take it as a less than formal end to this conversation. It leaves you less than satisfied, but more contempt than when you first walked in here.

You gather your things at a brisk pace, but take your time walking towards the large double doors of the spacious office. When you finally make it to the exit and reaching for one of the silver door handles, Ui's mumbling catches your attention.

You turn your head around. He's looking your way now, but still not exactly at you which you decide not to comment on and instead ask, "What was that?"

Thankfully, he repeats himself — something he's not the fondest of doing, "I said...that if you end up having to stay late for whatever reason and are still here by the time I finish all my paperwork for today, I'll....we can go out and grab some dinner together."

Most wouldn't bat an eye to the proposal as Ui sometimes indulges those he's closer to here at the CCG and goes out for food and drinks — mainly drinks — after work, but you couldn't help but pause as you heard his words.

But then, your face softens so much that your expression could no longer be deemed professional as you nod along to his proposal, "I'll keep that in mind."

Koori Ui broke his promise to you about quitting smoking. Couldn't look you in the eye or answer your question with words you wished to hear him say....but, at the very least, he was trying in his own way. Grieving in his own way. Coping in his own way. Healing in his own way. He simply needed the time.

..And now, you see it for yourself and you can't be more relieved — for it seems that your friend was farther away from the edge than you once believed ( and is willing to reach out if he finds himself slipping ).

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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aritsukemo · 6 days ago

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ari !!! here u go, sweets ^-^

i added a little rose to go with ur current theme, but i feel like it looks a little weird 😭 lmk what u think !! 🤍

Ty for giving me a reason to change my discord theme my love this is literally the cutest thing I've been hit with today ❤️

#ari answers #mikashisus #HEHEHE ARTE TY #THIS IS SO LOVELY #AND THE ROSE IS SUCH A CUTE DETAIL I LOVE THIS SM 🥹 FINNA BE MY NEXT THEME FOR THE MONTHS TO COME 🤭#...if you can't tell already I like this alot lmao-

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aritsukemo · 7 days ago

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RAHHH I FINALLY GOT THE CHANCE TO READ THIS AND I DON'T REGRET IT 😖( I literally cleared a chunk of my night schedule for this because I knew it'd be absolutely phenomenal and I'd want to yap away about it.

This is my first time ever reading something from you, but now I regret not binge reading your works!! Like, I wish I could better convey how satisfying this was to read.

Idk if you've ever heard of the game Omori, but the way you went about writing this reminded me of that game so much. Like the subtle yet powerful way you wrote the dream deterioration instantly hit that core memory for me and made this so, so much better of an experience imo-

"It’s a perfectly normal day. You love spending your free days just messing around in your backyard right behind your childhood home on sunny afternoons filled with natural greenery, playing pretend, inviting friends over, or simply relaxing in the atmosphere. Out here, no one can hurt you or end your fun with their selfishness. Yep, being a kid feels so good!" I love your delivery of this whole little paragraph. Again, it reminds me of the sorta uneasy, yet fun dialogue in Omori and AHHHH IT SCRATCHES MY BRAIN SO NICELY

Okay I'm done talking about that game I swear-

"Things start to change in your mindset when you look to your right and notice that there appears to be less trees in the distant forest than before. Chalking it up to just inattentiveness, you quickly go back to playing. A little while passes before you miss your catch for the first time and the ball goes straight up in the air and flies behind you. As you briefly look up to the sky in reaction, you notice that there are no more clouds in the sky, where there were plenty just earlier in the day. You try to justify it, but for some reason, you can’t. It’s just too odd for them to suddenly be gone. Shaking your head as a way to get out of your depressive thoughts, you then walk over to the ball in the grass and pick it up, ready to go back to aimless playing."

"However, when you turn back to face the tree you were bouncing it off of, it’s gone. Every shred of evidence that it was once there as all but vanished, not even a stump, roots, or indention in the ground remains. Now you start to get uncomfortable, as there’s no way to explain this. You look all around you, and though everything seems normal on the surface, something feels… off. You can’t quite put your tongue on it, it’s as if you’re in a copy of your reality that fails to replicate small details you don’t normally pay attention to, and things seem to disappear completely when you’re not looking."

"Your hypothesis proves correct when you look up at the sky once more and see that the sun is missing, yet the sky is still bright and blue, not to be found anywhere it was previously. This shatters any illusion of normalcy you previously had and sends you into a frenzy. Your anxiety further amplifies as you look everywhere frantically and notice that the ball that was just in your hand has also vanished without a trace." This genuinely distressed me a little. I got immersed fairly quickly into this so when things started going awry it startled me. I love the fact that reader didn't immediately jump to conclusions and wrote what was happening off as their mind playing tricks on them at first. It's something I, and likely many others would've done in that situation and overall just added a nice touch of realism needed to keep me locked in and interested. Furthermore, your blunt, straight to the point delivery added onto the gravity of reader's anxieties. There's no flowery explanations to soften the blow you were trying to deliver, and ultimately, it helped me connect and better put myself in reader's shoes and feel their panic when realizing that something was terribly wrong but also perturbation of not understand what's exactly happening.

( This is one of the few fics I've read where I've connected with the reader to such a degree. Like, it genuinely felt like I was them with how similar our reactions were throughout reading this )

When Misha appeared, I was genuinely so relieved. To put in perspective of how I felt in the moment, the best way I'd describe it is seeing your friend amongst a crowd after thinking you lost them in a shopping center. LIKE I WAS MENTALLY LIKE, "Oh thank gosh you're here Misha I was highkey tweaking just a second ago" LMAO-

This may be odd to say, but I like seeing reader struggle with trusting Misha initially and choosing whether or not to stay in their dream world or go back to reality!! Being in a situation like that would put anyone's mind into a panic, and while Misha doesn't seem hostile, he still appeared out of nowhere and just started throwing info reader's way. As much as I love my son, I would've reacted with the same hesitance as reader too.

Moreover, realizing that such a nice place wasn't real is beyond disheartening. As someone who daydreams a lot and has a bad tendency of doing so when stressed or upset, I can completely understand not wanting to leave and with what was implied about reader's past...it makes me happy and proud of their decision leaving. Like, Sam, the way you've orchestrated this piece is masterful and you deserve to get all the back pats in the world!! From the flurry of emotions to the level of contentment I felt by the end of it is something not many works can do to me but you managed to do it flawlessly!!! You're truly an incredibly writer!!

"Sensing that there’s no other reason to keep looking at the vanishing dream, you shut your eyes tightly and focus on leaving, feeling a sense of hopeful dread all the while. Somehow, you feel that the void itself crumbles around you, a true sense of nothingness envelops you. You can’t move or open your eyes at all, as if your thoughts remain by themselves in a vacuum. This both relaxes you and makes you nervous. What if you failed and you’re now trapped forever? But you then remember Misha’s words and begin to settle down, you’re finally almost free at last, even if that return to reality will be difficult, given your past…" This little tidbit is probably my favorite paragraph. Like the little addition you added about reader fearing they fucked something up is so real and relatable and just honestly something that would happen to me ( ...and just, like, happens to me often because I'm an anxious over thinker ) 😭

MIKHAIL CHAR LEGWORK YOU AS AN OLD MAN WOULD ALWAYS MAKE ME WANNA BAWL.

THE EMPHASIS ON HOW WEAK HE IS OMGOSH

My honest reaction to that whole ending part because I'm sensitive asf and anything remotely sad and Misha-related makes me violently bawl:

Overall this was a wonderful read. I don't regret planning ahead to free up my night because I honestly needed this read after such a stressful day at work. You're amazing in every way Sam and you should be so, so proud of yourself. Like you're telling me you've whipped up like eleven more of these masterpieces???? Sheesh, save some creativity for the rest of us please🙄/j

GAHHH SAM POOKS HI HI 🫶 HOW ARE YOU DOING?? HOPE YOU'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF

I meant to send this days ago but work has left me exhausted 😓 Feel free to ignore this ik you're busy with the others' requests and stuff but...

May I request Misha + Nihility + Nameless + Ghost-Hunting Squad + Third Person/Reader-Insert + Reader and Misha explore Reader's whimsically, deluding dream world that's starting to collapse + "Sometimes it's hard to face reality."

If this is too much I totally understand!! Just happy I found the time to pop in here and show my support!! 💜 Your event is so, so cool and I'm so, so proud of what you're accomplishing!! Events are no joke ( starting to realize that now with my own lmao ) but you're holding strong and it's so inspiring!! LOVE YA SAM AND I HOPE YOUR DAY IS AS DOPE AS YOU ARE MWAH MWAH!! 😆

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(Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of delusions, toxic escapism, trauma, forceful exposure therapy, platonic gender neutral reader, possible lore inaccuracies, mentions of abuse, neglect, and hardship throughout.)

It’s a perfectly normal day. You love spending your free days just messing around in your backyard right behind your childhood home on sunny afternoons filled with natural greenery, playing pretend, inviting friends over, or simply relaxing in the atmosphere. Out here, no one can hurt you or end your fun with their selfishness. Yep, being a kid feels so good!

And today, you’re just chilling in the grass, laying there and seeing the tall forest trees above you that are located near your house. The bliss and freedom from responsibilities and cruel reality as a child is intoxicating, and you sigh in relaxation at feeling like only your fun matters, none of that “adult” stuff. You then sit up and stand, before proceeding to toss your rubber ball against a tree, bouncing it back and forth while you catch it repeatedly. This little game of self-isolated catch continues on for a long while, but you enjoy each and every second of it.

Things start to change in your mindset when you look to your right and notice that there appears to be less trees in the distant forest than before. Chalking it up to just inattentiveness, you quickly go back to playing. A little while passes before you miss your catch for the first time and the ball goes straight up in the air and flies behind you. As you briefly look up to the sky in reaction, you notice that there are no more clouds in the sky, where there were plenty just earlier in the day. You try to justify it, but for some reason, you can’t. It’s just too odd for them to suddenly be gone. Shaking your head as a way to get out of your depressive thoughts, you then walk over to the ball in the grass and pick it up, ready to go back to aimless playing.

However, when you turn back to face the tree you were bouncing it off of, it’s gone. Every shred of evidence that it was once there as all but vanished, not even a stump, roots, or indention in the ground remains. Now you start to get uncomfortable, as there’s no way to explain this. You look all around you, and though everything seems normal on the surface, something feels… off. You can’t quite put your tongue on it, it’s as if you’re in a copy of your reality that fails to replicate small details you don’t normally pay attention to, and things seem to disappear completely when you’re not looking.

Your hypothesis proves correct when you look up at the sky once more and see that the sun is missing, yet the sky is still bright and blue, not to be found anywhere it was previously. This shatters any illusion of normalcy you previously had and sends you into a frenzy. Your anxiety further amplifies as you look everywhere frantically and notice that the ball that was just in your hand has also vanished without a trace.

As if the world somehow senses your sudden extreme distress, you hear footsteps behind you crunching on the grass gently. You whip your head around and turn to see what appears to be a boy with short blue hair wearing an odd outfit that resembles a hotel’s staff uniform and has striking violet eyes with pupils that look like keyholes. You swear you’ve seen him somewhere before, but can’t quite remember it clearly enough. He bows in respect before he begins to speak. “I’ve finally reached you… Greetings, my name is Misha. You could say that I help people like yourself out, from time to time.”, he introduces himself. Feeling kind of put off from this turn of events, you give him a skeptical expression and hesitantly ask: “What do you mean? Why are you here…?”

Misha then beckons you and starts to walk off into the distance, signaling you to follow him. A part of you doesn't want to, getting a bad feeling from his cryptic comments, but you relent and do as he says as soon as you see that your house has vanished while you were talking to him. Seeing not much of another choice and wanting answers, you trail behind slightly and wait for him to continue. “I’ve come to help you wake up. Right now, you’re in a dream. And you’ve been stuck here for far too long…”, he explains, “Your body in reality is starting to deteriorate because of this. And if you don’t awaken soon, it will be too late and you’ll be stuck here forever… This is what I do, as the Watchmaker of Penacony.” You stop in your tracks and feel a sense of dread and illusive realization wash over you, both finding what he’s saying hard to believe and knowing deep down that it’s true. You shake your head, grimace, and look at him with confusion as you answer, “What…!? Are you serious? How’s that possible…?”, trying to make sense of it all.

“You know it’s true. I’ve seen this many times with others. Denial of being in a dream is a surefire sign of being lost in your subconscious. And in this land of sweet dreams, it’s a common occurrence… I really want to help you wake up from the Dreammaster’s influence.”, he says with his hand over his heart, integrity brimming in each sentence. After a few moments of pondering, you finally remember where you’ve seen him before. He’s the bellboy who greeted you when you first showed up to escape into your fantasies at the Reverie Hotel in Penacony years ago. You barely remember him, thinking he wasn’t significant at the time. In fact, all your memories come flooding back, revealing your current predicament in full. You remember your peaceful and blissful childhood and how much you miss it. You also recall how much your life began to stress you out as you grew up, not liking being an adult with pointless responsibilities and your freedom being controlled by corporate overlords who view you as a source of money. Not wanting to face the cruelty of reality anymore, you spent all your life savings to come to Penacony and live out your fantasy as a child once again, unbothered by the shackles of life. The trauma of your abusive parents who left you behind and always hurt you was in mind when you made this fateful decision as well.

But the Watchmaker of Penacony? This you find hard to believe, as he is a legendary figure in Penacony’s history that’s illusive and presumed dead. Then again, if you’re in a dream, why can’t he be? And learning that Misha has helped others like yourself and not wanting to lose your body, you nod solemnly and acknowledge his statements with: “So, how will you wake me up? I’m so conflicted on all this…” Misha takes out what appears to be an old compass, looking at it with a nostalgic expression, before he puts it away and reassures your worries. “That’s normal. My dreamweaving skills are helping you wake up right now, which is why everything in this dream bubble is disappearing slowly.”, he suggests calmly, “However, it’s up to you to take the final steps to wake up. This is your dream, after all… Come with me, I’ll help you out more.” Once again, he starts heading in the same direction as before, expecting you to follow him. Since you finally believe his words are sincere, you stop speaking and let him play leader as the both of you head to wherever he’s taking you.

Soon, you realize where he’s going, the small park located near your childhood home. It’s your favorite spot to play in, growing up. It’s just a few minutes away, yet the journey there feels agonizingly long, with you anticipating what Misha meant by saying it’s up to you to wake up. You don’t know what that means, and it scares you. What if you can’t wake up? What if you get trapped here forever? What if… you don’t want to do it in the end…? Still, seeing your entire surroundings, the road signs, trees, houses, and just everything swiftly vanishing, motivates you to keep going and hopefully do something.

Both of you arrive at the park moments later, Misha then sitting on the old rusty swing set, giving off a more childlike look than before. You stand awkwardly in front of him and question, “So… What now?”, waiting for him to answer. He takes a deep breath and smiles lightly as the slide nearby vanishes. “All you have to do is simply wish to wake up over and over again, and let your mind drift and reach your physical body. Concentration and focus on this goal is crucial… Let me take care of the rest.”, he professionally clarifies. The simplicity of the statement surprises you, as you expected it to be much more strenuous. Then again, you aren't sure how much he’s contributing. Right before you attempt to do as he says, however, doubt and anxiety creeps back into your mind once more. You realize this is what’s keeping you here, and why you haven’t got out yet despite the straightforward exit process. You fiddle with your hands nervously and doubtfully remark: “Part of me doesn’t want to go back. Being an adult is scary and I don’t know if I can handle it… What if I can’t do it…?”

You blink and the entire horizon vanishes, leaving only a blue sky void behind while Misha shifts solemnly. “I get it, I really do… But I’m sure you can do it, you’ve made it this far! We all have to wake up eventually…”, he affirms with conviction and remembrance, “Sometimes it’s hard to face reality.” The words hurt to hear, but they are wise and true. With your doubts cleared at last, you begin to chant the wish to wake up in your head over and over again. While doing so, you also meditate and let the world tune out and your mind wander.

You attempt to close your eyes to focus better, but the disappearing sights keep catching your attention. You blink and the swing set Misha was sitting on is gone, him now standing up to face you. You blink again, the ground vanishes, leaving only the blue void you and him are somehow still standing in. You blink once more, this time, Misha is now a young man, looking grown up in an instant. You then realize you are also at his eye level, meaning you are back in your adult body, a sign that you are waking up and will soon return to reality. Feeling more determined, you close your eyes and concentrate for a few minutes, letting your thoughts go out even further than before.

You feel a wave of what seems like parting coming up, and you open your eyes to see that Misha is now an old man with a monocle in a wheelchair, holding a memoria dream bubble in his arms, looking fatigued. The void is now all black, absent of color or any other features besides the two of you. He gives a weak smile and melancholily says, “You did it, I knew you could. You’re back in your old body again and will soon awaken from this deep dream. I’ve done my part, so I’m afraid I must go. There are others like you who need my assistance, after all… Farewell. May your reality treat you better and your dreams be less intoxicating…”, as a goodbye. In reaction, you wave and smile sadly, knowing this is the last time you’ll ever see him. Before you can reply in any manner, you blink one last time and see that he’s gone, leaving you alone in the black expanse.

Sensing that there’s no other reason to keep looking at the vanishing dream, you shut your eyes tightly and focus on leaving, feeling a sense of hopeful dread all the while. Somehow, you feel that the void itself crumbles around you, a true sense of nothingness envelops you. You can’t move or open your eyes at all, as if your thoughts remain by themselves in a vacuum. This both relaxes you and makes you nervous. What if you failed and you’re now trapped forever? But you then remember Misha’s words and begin to settle down, you’re finally almost free at last, even if that return to reality will be difficult, given your past…

As these dreamy thoughts begin to finally break down and you can feel yourself blurring at the dreampool in your hotel room, your body stirring in half-asleep grogginess, you reflect on your chronic dream and your brief encounter with Misha. Being a child again was nice and provided a reprieve from all the issues in your life, but dreams are temporary escapes of desires, not replacements for lives, you now believe. You will also be eternally grateful for Misha helping you out, even if you get the feeling you’ll never see him in reality ever again. Regardless of what your life will hold once you wake up, you just hope that you never forget these memories and fall back into subliminal escapism ever again.

[Writer’s Commentary: Hi, Ari! I’ve been doing well and taking care of myself, don’t worry! I would never ignore your request, especially from someone as nice and cool as you. I do apologize for being late, as I have been busy lately. And don’t worry, this wasn't too much at all, and I love the support. That being said, your request idea was diabolically brilliant! Having a Misha story is already great, since he’s such a great underrated character to begin with. Pair that with a sad and interesting idea of the reader-insert’s dream disappearing is fitting and makes this special. I love general works with unique concepts like this, so this was so fun to write. I thought starting out with something ordinary and not clear at first would be strong, since it’s more realistic and reflects how dreams often work, with a location you know being there but a little off when it comes to the small details. The objects disappearing I thought would be unsettling and surreal. Misha showing up and essentially being a guide to help others wake up over the years was very in character to me. Reader slowly regaining their memories and regressing into a child in the dream to escape from adult responsibilities is something I relate to quite a lot and is a nice way to contrast with Misha’s story. Having Reader’s self-doubt and needing to be the one to actually wake up I think is important and shows their struggles well. Having Misha also age up in the parting references his touching story and I thought provides another interesting parallel to Reader doing the same. I ended it there, as I wanted the audience to have their own interpretation of what happens next. This also ended more hopefully than I expected, so I hope that doesn't bother you! That's about it. I’m happy you like my event, your reaction is precisely why I did it, to show the support you and many others have given me. Love you too, Ari! Hope your day goes well! Enjoy it!]

#ari reads #singularity-sam #love this so much dude #everyone please go check Sam out #you won't regret it #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr misha #hsr mikhail #hsr misha x reader #gender neutral reader #hsr platonic

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aritsukemo · 7 days ago

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i think i am the only one who still in tokyo ghoul service 😞😞😞

but can I request naki x humen reader🥺????

Naki dating a human!reader

Summary: What is it like being friends and dating Naki as a human?

Warnings: Nothing much. This is a generally fluffy post so enjoy! <3

A/N: Finished Tokyo Ghoul WEEKS ago and I'm still not over it bye- Yall please go read the manga it's so good!! 😖

Tagging: @snowy-violet, @yoshinorecommends

↪ Despite what some may think, I can totally see Naki being into and or dating a human.

↪ Naki, to me, is someone who's simply outwardly aggressive...towards everyone. Like, he never exactly seemed to be hostile towards humans because he despised them and moreso went with the flow of things and walked down the paths he did because of how heavily influenced he is worshipping Yamori.

↪ Now, Naki is still a hostile ghoul who escaped Cochlea of all places so it's not all sunshine and rainbows.

↪ I can see something flourishing in a situation that a human was outwardly kind to Naki despite knowing he's a ghoul and his often violent, unpredictable nature ( at least in the beginning ).

↪ Maybe there was a guard at Cochlea who didn't seem to hate ghouls as much as the others and would go out of their way to make friendly small talk when delivering his meals for the day. Possibly a civilian who found him injured late at night and offered to lend a hand instead of fleeing for their life. Likely someone like Kimi who wished for peace between ghouls and humans and worked hard towards that goal.

↪ In situations like that anything is possible. But, for the former two, someone kind and compassionate would really put the nail in the coffin for him in my opinion. Like, a human who isn't being nice just to gain something or trick him or find a gateway to escape and tattle, but someone who truly wants to help him and see him happy.

↪ Yeah, someone like that would easily worm their way into his heart.

↪ I don't really see TG Naki pursing a relationship of any kind with a human simply with his association with Aogiri Tree, but Re Naki is a different story as, by that time, he's a little more rounded and...not apart of a ghoul terrorist group that consists of many human-hating ghouls lmao-

↪ Regardless of when you met Naki or how you did it, there wouldn't be much of a difference in how he treats you in a friendship or relationship.

↪ Naki's love, platonic and romantic wise, is very protective. His worst fears typically consist of his loved ones getting hurt or worse so he'll naturally do all he can to prevent any harm from coming to you if he truly cares about you.

↪ I can see him being sorta lovesick at the start of a romantic relationship. Hanging onto your every word while he rests his head on your lap whilst you're stroking his slicked-back hair. Looking slightly dazed whenever you deliver an incredibly soft or unexpectedly fierce kiss. Nodding along dumbly and getting lost in your features as you explain terms of words he often mixes up, perform mundane things like chores around your home, or just...be in his general presence.

↪ A big problem, though, would be the act of concealing your relationship if we're talking TG Aogiri Tree Naki. For obvious reasons, them finding out he's locking lips with a human isn't good so there'd be times where you'd have to do a bit of sneaking around. Thankfully ( and sadly enough ) many ghouls in Aogiri disregard Naki as an individual and simply see him as a dumb nutjob without the White Suits so it's not something you have to pull your hair out stressing about constantly.

↪ Another, though less pressing, headache would be Naki sometimes underestimating you. This would especially be annoying if you're just a regular human without any fighting experience because Naki can't help but see you as this fragile being. To him, you're like a flower; eye-catching and beautiful...but weak and easily trampled.

↪ With this in mind, he can be a bit ( or very ) overbearing at times and just...do too much. His intentions are sweet and earnest, but I doubt being escorted by big buff guys wearing masks just to go down to your local supermarket and get odd, concerned looks from passerby is something you'd particularly like to deal with.

↪ Helping him expand his vocabulary is good to avoid misunderstandings, setting boundaries, and any unnecessary arguments. ( Plus it'll simply be less exhausting to not have to almost constantly correct or explain stuff to him ) Naki is a very curious soul so he'd be itching to learn from you! He won't take offense, won't beat around the bush or try to avoid it, and he may get a bit frustrated here and there when he truly doesn't understand something, but it's a cute experience overall!

↪ Very physical and blunt with his affection! He seems like someone who'd take a more handsy approach to showing love to his partner and his limited vocabulary doesn't leave much room for flowery words.

↪ He's relatively innocent as I don't see Naki as someone who had been shown much love other than the brotherly love he's shown by the White Suits so a big part of your dynamic is you showing him things he's never experienced before. ( For example, I see you initiating your first kiss, setting up your first date, etc )

↪ Hugs are his favorite, giving and receiving!! ( It's like, his go-to thing! ) Feeling down? He's pulling you in for a side hug or fully enveloping you. Excited and want to take out all your energy on him? He'll gladly wrap his arms around you and spin you around. Simply yearning for affection? He's pulling you onto his lap and holding you close.

↪ Cuddling isn't too far behind as to him, from what he understands, is just a prolonged version of hugging. I can see him being a switch between big and little spoon as he doesn't see the big deal in who holds who unless someone tries to make fun of him for being a little spoon for whatever reason ( and even then he's more mad at the fact that he's being insulted than embarrassed and taking the insult to heart )

↪ You two don't get into many arguments mainly because there isn't many reasons to argue. I can see something heated arising when it comes to the topic of Naki's impulsivity and recklessness at times, but disputes amongst you two aren't that big or serious.

↪ Despite what I just said, he is a natural drama queen. Naki can and will blow the smallest things out of proportion sometimes and leave you to bring things back to a calmer level.

↪ There's also the severe mental instability if we're referring to Pre Re Naki. I don't see it leading him to cause you harm or anything, but moreso you dealing with a lot of sudden mood changes and breakdowns that seemingly formulate from nothing.

↪ Loves yapping and you're often an outlet for him to pour all his inner thoughts onto. He's a very honest person who shows his feelings all over his face and he isn't afraid to say something when it's on his mind, whether it'd be good or bad.

↪ Not to contradict what I said earlier, but vulgarity is what comes in the Naki Relationship & Friendship Package Plan as it's something he can't really help so be prepared for his comments to possibly take a wild approach. ( Oh my gosh I can totally seeing him saying something like, "Nice tits," with the cheesiest smirk on his face. My goodness Naki.. ) For the record, he usually doesn't have any ulterior motives behind his comments. That's just simply how he talks.

↪ Overall, dating and being friends with Naki — whether you're a human, half-ghoul, or ghoul — would be fluffy, fun, and wonderful! Despite his exterior, he's truly a cool guy and I see a relationship of any kind with him being relatively healthy so long as it's a positive one! <3

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

#requested #anonymous #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul re x reader #tokyo ghoul x you #tokyo ghoul headcanons #tokyo ghoul re headcanons #tokyo ghoul naki #tokyo ghoul re naki #naki x reader #naki x y/n #naki x you #naki headcanons

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aritsukemo · 7 days ago

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very late but hi Ari!! For your character I’m assigning you knuckles as your character and mix:bar’s sugared violet as your perfume!

ik knuckles is like. the ONLY sonic character ur actually chill with so you get him 😭

maybe it’s bc you had an aoi theme on discord for the longest time on discord but my mind jumped to purple perfumes when picking smth out for you and boom. it’s sweet yet balanced just like you

HEUHEUHEUHEU KNUCKLES THE GOAT - A chronic Sonic hater

AND THE PERFUME LOOKS LIKE IT'D SMELL DIVINE UGH 😩 I NEED SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN MY SHOPPING CART NEOW

( Also the little comment at the end 🥹 ilysm )

#ari answers #bottledpeaches #RAHHH VICTORIA IN MY INBOX I WIN AT LIFE 🏆 🙌#have I ever told you that you're my favorite older cousin? ( I don't have many older ones to begin with but you're by far my fav lmao- )#love knuckles bro #we're both at our wits end constantly #we're basically twinning

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aritsukemo · 8 days ago

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Are you comfortable with writing a fem reader whos heavily struggling with their mental health x Luka from ALNST ?

Luka w/ a reader who struggles with their mental health

Summary: What is like struggling with your mental health while also dating Luka? Does he make things better or harder for you?

Warnings: As the title implies, talks of mental illness is ahead. I mention various symptoms of various mental disorders such as depression, DPDR, BPD, etc but nothing is ever explicitly stated due to the vaguity of the request. Furthermore, this request was written with female reader in mind and I do refer to you as Luka's girlfriend once. Luka is not the best partner by a long shot so this isn't exactly fluffy... With all that said, read at your own volition!

A/N: Just because I'm taking a mental break does not mean yall should have to suffer the fate of a dead blog 🗣 ( I say as I queue this up two weeks later than I planned to...aren't I amazing )

Tagging: @tragedy-of-commons, @snowy-violet, @kamadogirl

↪ Luka is debatably the worst partner of the alnst cast to be with someone who suffers such mental strife due to the obvious dysfunctional connection he has with emotions and his ways of viewing how they work and affect people.

↪ Like I've said before, Luka sees feelings as a complex equation which he applies to everyone and everything because he has nothing else to go off of. Not just that, but thanks to his upbringing, he's just simply emotionally closed off with not just others, but himself. No doubt he's suffered from terrible symptoms of various untreated mental disorders, but simply couldn't tack a name to how he felt, leaving it to fester behind a barricade he was forced to build in order to survive.

↪ My main concern when thinking about him is his lack of alarm. Being horribly abused since he's emerged from his tube has desensitized him greatly to obvious red flag behaviors that he should be looking out for.

↪ Things like a consistently down and or sour moods, a frequent habit of skipping meals or binge eating, social withdrawal, dissociation of any kind, and things of that nature fly right over his head because, well...yall are in the same deteriorated boat facing the same rocky waters. It's just a part of life, or so he's been made to believe.

↪ That said, seeking help for his girlfriend's problems doesn't even cross his mind — heck, he didn't even know that was an option.

↪ In the end, you two are stuck together as your mental steadily declines and falls deeper and deeper down a bottomless pit, swallowing you in the depressive feeling of weightless and hopeless until you can't bear it anymore and decides to do something rash.

↪ Realistically, I only see things sinking in if it ever got to that point. Luka is so, so far gone that he sees life — especially you — in a fixed, golden lens and death is the only thing I can see putting a dent or damper in it. It's the only way I imagine he'd finally feel the gravity of your situation and a portion of what you had been going through mentally and that's only because he'd be feeling something similar due to the great loss.

↪ The random, prolonged burst of sadness at times, the anger of depressing what ifs that sometimes happen minutes later, the crying sessions, the lack of appetite, the crushing, hopeless feeling of physically being unable to will yourself to do anything...

↪ As he goes about his days alone, he'll come to realize how truly awful suffering from mental health is now that he's more aware of its existence. And, as he's crumbling, he'll come to realize how much you truly suffered while alive and go day by day feeling the once foreign feeling of regret amongst all his other mental issues until it eventually pushes him the breaking point himself.

↪ Now, in a modern au where circumstances are different, I don't see Luka being completely hopeless. To me, he'd be more attentive towards mental health as he'd be more in tune with his emotions and would possibly be able to empathize with you a bit and help you along he path of getting better.

↪ I still see him reading books as a way of understanding human emotions because I can't imagine any kind of universe where Luka's some emotionally intelligent god that can understand the unpredictability of the human mind, emotions, and how even the smallest experiences and least inconvenient situations can affect them. That said, I see him reading moreso to educate and guide himself towards better ways to help you rather than to learn the basics of the human mind and it's various reactions to different stimuli. ( To which he only understands on a basic level )

↪ He's kinda blunt but very gentle and loving with his approach and isn't easily deterred by any self-destructive behavior you may throw at him in an attempt to push him away. Not just that, but some of the most authentic conversations tend to arise from him as any kind of need or want for mystery or distance vanishes the moment he sees you.

↪ What I'm trying to say is that he's a pretty good active listener. He's prefers to sit in silence, but he'll always lend you an ear so that you can bleed out all of your darkest, grimmest, most dismal thoughts out to him and all the pain that entails.

↪ He won't judge you. Won't brush off your problems or make it seem like what you're going through isn't that big of a deal. And, he may not be able to fully comprehend this big mess of horrible thoughts and feelings you're facing or empathize with you and the things you go through, but for you, he'd try his damn hardest to help you find the light again — for his sun should always shining for him, heating him up, and lighting up his world.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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aritsukemo · 10 days ago

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Considering writing my first fic series ( that's won't take me multiple years to think up and write ) and with the Aven series fic I initially planned to put out being put on hold now that I've started to hate it's existence, I've turned my attention to other things...

Namely, this.

Idk how long it'll be yet or how many chapters I wanna put out ( I know that, including this prologue, I'd want no more than 8 if not less ) but the idea involves the pregame v3 cast and an eccentric reader ( whose personality may or may not have been a bit inspired by this Sparkle Song by Halacg )

My idea is for it to have Kokichi as an ambiguous interest or to simply make it a sorta character study ( of you and the cast ) with my interpretation of certain pregame characters and my own au.

But yeah uh each chapter - however many I do - would cover you going on an adventure to carry out your assignment and, in the process, meet and curate the future cast of v3. Seven characters ( if I end up doing 8 chapters and not less ) will get a chapter dedicated to them and, obviously, Kokichi ( as well as Maki ) already take up two of those slots.

...So that leaves me with five slots left to fill.

Have any ideas/suggestions of who you'd want to see? I can't guarantee I'll absolutely add them into the series ( hell, I can't even ensure this series'll see the light of day ) but I'll take the suggestions to heart and at least try to include them. That said..

I'll keep watch of this poll throughout its duration and play around with the ones in the lead. Thank you to all who end up helping me out by voting <3

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aritsukemo · 20 days ago

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It's over. .

#ari talks #tokyo ghoul #i'm a little emotional rn ngl #this was such a fun ride man #like I spontaneously picked up this manga during the end of my junior year #and now I'm going into my senior year with watery eyes a pained stomach and a runny nose #I truly love this manga #Definitely up in my top fives #Probably even threes #the writing the characters the fights..#it was all so so much fun #agghhhh to read this again for the first time #and now I have this weird feeling where I'm like empty but in a satisfied kinda way y'know?#everyone please #read tokyo ghoul #it's so peak

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aritsukemo · 27 days ago

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Calling Them A Good Boy | Multiple Characters

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi. Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, and Hyoma Chigiri,

Summary: Your boredom leads to your friend giving you the idea to call your boyfriend a good boy after they do something for you and it was just too good of an idea to pass up.

Warnings: Nothing much. This is the author's second attempt at being humorous. That said, it's mainly fluff and humor ahead. Chigiri is sassy as hell and nagi's into praise. This is geared towards gn!reader but I do throw around good girl like twice in Bachira and Chigiri's respective parts. That said, enjoy at your own volition!

A/N: I think I'm just incapable of writing anything other than crack when it comes to bllk tbh💀Like no joke I have like three requests in my inbox related to this anime and I've decided to write this instead.. Happy belated birthday to one of my fav blue lock characters Meguru Bachira ilysm you're so funny😚

Credits to: These two posts by erikadayshawn on Tiktok and Instagram!!

Tagging: @nursedflowers

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It was finally time to enact your plan.

You had waited nearly two months to do this and now your victim ( boyfriend ) was finally here with you at your favorite cafe spot.

The past weeks hadn't treated him so kindly with preliminaries to go to nationals almost going awry, but despite all the stress from the game he adores and the exhaustion of having that adoration leave his body plus the plane trip home, he still decided upon himself to take you the day following his arrival home.

If it weren't for the time you spent waiting for this moment feeding into your curiosity to see his reaction, you would've probably reconsidered and saved this idea for another day..

Oh well.

Isagi, dressed down in a button down that complimented his eyes well paired with the slacks you had bought him, sat at the circular table - arm propped up to hold up his head as he took a bite of his cheesecake.

He had been eagerly telling you about how things went in each matchup and all that entails. He had long since told you the gist of what happened over the phone prior to this and was simply reiterating what has already been said about four or five times now and had been simply adding onto it with different sound effects to add a little spin to it, but you still feigned the amount of interest and excitement you gave the first time he told you.

And that's when the cue to initiate your little plan came strolling up to you two in a color-coordinated uniform that matched the cafe's color scheme; your best friend who had given you this silly idea in the first place.

With a smile that could fool the devil, they greeted you two as they always would but with a small twist of professionalism in their phrasing and tone - lingering on you knowingly as they ran through the short list of questions that inquired about things like refills and additional requests.

You waited until Isagi replied for the both of you, saying that you both were fine and fixing his lips to make a bit of small talk, to murmur to him, "Hey, baby, could you pass me that sugar packet?"

He thinks nothing of it, flashing you a quick, wider smile as he places the small packet into your hands. You smile back with a smile just a big as you casually said, "Good boy, thanks babe!"

"You're wel- ...Huh?!" His head spins to look at you with breakneck speed. His jaw dropping under the weight of all the questions he wanted to ask you in that moment as his eyes widened and his face bloomed a deep red.

It takes all you have not to burst out into a fit of laughter like some hyena at the sight of his reaction, even more so when you make the mistake of glancing at your friend who's in a similar boat - twisting and turning their lip every which way as they tried their best not to sell on your behalf.

You felt your lip quivering as you look back at your boyfriend to see he's still as awestruck as before. You falter because of that, and a bit of your laughter manages to escape from your lips and through your nose — you act fast; playing it off as a random sniffle and even wiping at your nose for good measure.

At this point, it's clear that your friend can't control themselves any longer and quickly excuses themself from the conversation before they explode. You feel almost thankful that they did that. After all, you were one eye lock with them away from giving in and toppling over in a fit of hysterics.

"Something the matter, babe?" You ask when you're sure your voice wouldn't waver, and it's only a few moments later that he's able to pick his jaw up off the floor and throw out a response.

"I.. What was that?!" He asked. You decide to play the role of the clueless and tilt your head to the side.

"What was...what?" You question, forcing your brows to furrow to look more convincing.

"That— I- You said...—!" He tries to explain, but as the moment plays back in his mind for the fourth time and the stinging of his cheeks grow worse, he sighs and shakes his head.

"...Nevermind."

You didn't know what you expected from this...idea? Prank? ...Whatever you would call this...but boredom had made you take the bait your friend had so brazenly threw out for you.

That said, part of you had become increasingly more curious as you thought on how to execute this plan of yours. Your boyfriend, after all, was the definition of unpredictable. Anytime you think he'd go left, he'd somersault backwards. Forward, he'd crawl in a circle. Right, he'd tumble over you and stray diagonally. You could never anticipate anything with him.

So, when he handed you the remote like you requested of him and you awarded him with a light headscratch and cooed, "Good boy, baby..!" as if you were speaking to your pet dog, you watched his face like a hawk for a good minute or two.

He reacted quickly to the praise; his smile turned bright and cartoonish and put his semi-even set of pearly whites on full display, his face flushed with glee as if he were a kid receiving a lollipop, his shoulders shook under the weight of his giggling, and you noticed his feet kicking as he wrapped himself around you once again.

You didn't pursue your prank further after seeing that, too captivated by the beauty of his happiness to seek comedy as you placed your hand in his two-toned hair again and went about flipping through channels for something interesting with the other.

And then the next day arrived and he asked you to do the same thing, returning the favor from the other day tenfold.

"Good girl!" He said, pulling you back into his arms by the waist so that his lips could touch yours feverishly, "You're so good to me..! Good job!"

It's there that, for the first time in your life, you squealed loud and earnestly like a flustered schoolgirl in an anime and damn near fell out of bed with how fast and far you slid away from him. Bachira's laughter ensued from there, not ceasing for the good five minutes or so it took to collect yourself..

You didn't expect much of a reaction from Nagi and no one could really blame you for not having high expectations. Nevertheless, it didn't stop your friends from nagging you so you agreed to give it a shot.

It took some time to find the right moment, a small enough task, and the right words that would convince your boyfriend to actually go against his general laziness, but eventually, you find the perfect moment to strike.

He had been nuzzled up to your chest all afternoon, completely engrossed in the games he had been too busy to play thanks to all the practicing he's been doing lately. You didn't seem to mind it, seemingly content with merely having him here in your arms so he had taken full advantage of it to play his entire game catalogue for hours on end.

Eventually, he grew too tired to keep his eyes open or his focus trained. You decided to enact your little prank then.

"Hey, Sei," You whispered gently, "Could you hand me your phone? I feel like playing some games," It was a believable enough lie, you thought. You weren't the biggest fan of gaming, but self-indulgence did overcome you at times and Nagi had always been willing to give way whenever you asked it of him.

This time was no different. With a rumbling groan racked with drowsiness, he raised his hand a little and tipped his phone in the direction of your voice — all whilst his eyes remained shut.

You released the device from his pale fingertips and watched as his arm fully snaked around your waist before continuing your silly little shenanigan.

Your free hand found itself gliding up and down his back in a soothing rhythm he always buckled easily to and he found himself slowly repositioning in your embrace and burying his face in your neck in response.

As his breathing settled into a steady pattern against your skin, you finally murmured, "Good boy.. Thank you, hun'."

He didn't reply for the longest time and you took it as you being too late — that Nagi had fell victim to sleep before he could to your childish prank and ultimately hadn't heard a word of what you said.

..But then the next morning came and you were surprised to be met with expectant eyes when he rolled over to grab the pillow that had fallen off the bed during the night per your groggy request.

Turns out, you had uncovered some hidden weakness of your boyfriend that neither of you thought he had — one that you decided to keep secret from your friends when they so nosily inquired about what happened later that day.

Your friend had sent you this hilarious video of this woman calling her boyfriend a good boy as a prank and it willed you to try it on your own boyfriend, Chigiri, later that evening when you were doing your skincare routines together.

"Hyoma, dear, could you pass me that moisturizer next to you?" You asked, turning your head slightly from the mirror to glance over and usher to the pink tube.

He complied, completely unaware of your antics and gently placed it in your hands with a small, "Here.."

Perfect.

"Good boy," You said with a smile, now fully turning to see his reaction and even going a step further and repeating yourself, "What a good boy you are!"

Initially, your boyfriend pauses as your words had only half sunken in. When he finally realized what you said, however, you watched as he quirked his well plucked brow and began looking in all directions and in every space; looking towards the door, then over to your bathtub-slash-shower, even bending down to look into the cabinets and drawers..

"What are you doing?" You couldn't help but ask him, and he decides to double check under his hairdryer before replying, "Trying to find whoever you're talking to."

You rolled your eyes. Of course he'd respond with sassiness, "I'm obviously talking to you."

He huffs, "Clearly not. I don't fit that comment at all."

"Oh so you'll accept me calling you pretty boy and the guys nicknaming you princess, but I can't call you good boy?" You question, your own eyebrows beginning to raise with exasperated befuddlement. He decides to mimic your earlier action and roll his eyes — except he makes it much more dramatic and obvious by rolling them sky-high.

"That's like so different," He says as he returns his gaze back to the mirror. His hands coming back up to part his damp, pink hair so that he could continue to blow-dry it.

"And how is that?" You inquired as you popped the tube he handed you open and squeezed some white face cream into your palm.

"It's demeaning on so many levels," He replies, giving you a look as he asks, "I mean, would you like it if I called you that?"

"No, cause it's meant to be praise," You shot back and he finds himself scoffing prettily.

"Of course you'd say that."

"Hyoma—"

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