#THANK YOU FUKU

[ejunkiet]

HELLO EJ, i‘m here for the emoji ask hehe 🌿🎀🪄

have a great day !! :3

*squishes!!!* thank you, fuku!! (hope you're having a lovely evening!!)

🌿 how does creating make you feel?

good question. so. i've been working as a scientist for the last ten years. as much as I love working on the bench, writing has been a needed and welcome distraction/creative vent ;u; <3

I love writing. it's self expression, and an aspect of myself that isn't consigned to the rat race, and I appreciate that, so much <3

🎀 give yourself a compliment about your own writing

oh this question is lovely ;u; I really love my narrative voice? and my ability to slip into character voices. it's honestly the most fun part of the whole process, figuring out the character and the voice >:3

🪄 what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

another great question!! okay. OKAY. it depends on the fic. sharing is the worst part of writing, honestly, and... the aftermath is mixed. for stuff I really like, I share it everywhere, as I love it. I do edit the next day, but it's usually minor edits - things I would notice, like word choice. and if I really like the fic, I'll commish scenes from it, hehehe

for fics that were more difficult, or I'm unsure about, my method is yeeting it onto my ao3 profile, as otherwise it will never be finished, and then politely ignoring it and focusing on the next project xD

my policy is that all writing is good writing, even when it's hard. I share it because a) it's usually better than I feel it is (just gotta wait a month) and b) because fanfic doesn't need to be perfect to be shared.

I'm realising there needs to be more of a celebrating stage here, but honestly, it's the writing process itself that I enjoy, ahahaha. ALTHOUGH, I am working on ropes and fangs, an original werewoof romance, and I am excited to share it when it's done. it's a big project, so I will absolutely celebrate when it's done xD

[yaolmao]

Hey I saw your post abt wanting smth to draw and if you wanna ranpo in your artstye is everything fr

Ranpo loves his dad very much <33

[nartothelar]

MY MERCH CAME IN FROM @fukurinn’S SHOP AND ITS ALL SO BEAUTIFUL!! 😭💖💖💖

[copper-skulls]

@countthelions the rest of these!! thanks again, these were really fun to think about and draw <3

(he's teaching her how to do the breading for schnitzel!! i think they should wear long gloves for something that deals with that much flour)

biggest, dorkiest dragon snow angel.

AND COZY SWEATER GRILLSTER! i'm jumping on the "gaster learns knitting after de-voiding" train and i think that doing the mathing involved in resizing patterns and stuff would scratch the puzzling itch. (yes he knitted that sweater himself). along with getting a piano (again) and starting composing. stuff like that

[kentocalls]

Wishing you a good week 💜

thank you sweetest person!

[iovetecchou]

More headcanons, but theyre secrets

Sigma has a very good singing voice

Nikolai has one of the Fyodor plushies that have taken over Pinterest

Tachihara never swaps out his bandaid, and wears the same one whenever he has to use it

Teruko has a Fukuchi shrine

Ranpo calls Yukichi ‘dad’ in private (it melts fukichis heart)

Osamu keeps a rope in his pocket for sewer side

Jouno threw Teruko out of a window out of anger, and nobody knows

Tecchou prefers oversized clothes (this one was self reflected)

OH MY GOD!! kolya with the infamous fedya plushie is so real. probably sleeps with it every night

tachi out here with the worlds most indestructible bandaid 🤝

wahhh tecchou <3 could definitely see him being into baggy-streetwear

[mamangasick]

Akebi’s Sailor Uniform

Hiro

[melonn-soda]

❝ LOVE LACED NIGHTS...❞

warnings: dacryphilia, safewords, creampie, bttm male reader, top fukuzawa, praise kink, aftercare

word count: 3k

prompt: basically u meet the detective agency as fuku’s hubby and hang out w/ them a bit then u get it on

notes: fukuzawa’s first name is used the entire fic btw

fem aligned dni

for someone who seemed to like working alone for a majority of his life, the detective agency was very surprised at the sight of the director mentioning him being married. most of that reason was because yukichi never wore his ring during working hours due to him being scared about your well-being and the enemies that would use you to manipulate his decisions. he was very secretive about his home life and you were no different. of course, you worked your own job, never wore your wedding ring outside of home, and never showed any connection to the detective agency in public. the only person who knew at the time is ranpo, who you saw frequently around the household since you and yukichi took care of him when he was a teen.

now, here you were, in your home, standing in front the detective agency with a cat themed apron on since you stepped away from your cooking at your husband’s call. to say being overwhelmed at the presence of all of them was an understatement, you felt like you were being judged by nearly every person in the room from the weight of their stares. the only people who didn’t seem to be judging you was the sliver haired young adult, the little farmer boy, and dazai (whom you’ve heard so much about). compared to yukichi, you were on the more weaker side; however, looks can be deceiving. you knew how to defend yourself whenever it was needed, quick with your feet and with daggers, yukichi taught you most of the things you needed to know about fighting.

“oh! i wasn’t expecting visitors today.” you said sheepishly, hands tightly wrapping around the spatula nervously. being the center of attention was definitely not something you were used to, preferring to stick to the corners if that were an option, “these are your employees, am i wrong?”

your husband only nodded at you, hands tucked into his sleeves. ranpo was the first to initiate a response, glomping you into a hug that caught you by surprise, “ba! do you have any snacks for me?” he asked, slightly jumping up and down.

“ah- could we at least eat dinner first before you raid the pantry?” you asked, holding him down by the shoulders. watching him pout before a small “fine” was mumbled out of his mouth, he walked off into the living room, already making himself comfortable.

“it seems like you and ranpo are already pretty close.” the silver haired boy mentioned before spoke, a smile on his face. he walked in front of you, suddenly bowing which made you freeze up, “thank you for inviting us into your home, sir. i hope we aren’t too much of a bother.”

waving your hands in front of you, a response spilled out of your mouth, “there’s no need for such formalities.. i’m happy yukichi found people he could put so much trust in. if you are friends with him, then you are friends with me.” you reassured, hands returning back in front of you, “you may all call me [name] because i took on yukichi’s last name and to avoid confusion. do not feel afraid to approach me whenever i’m needed and- if you all don’t mind- may i get names to attach to faces?”

the use of the president’s first name was certainly weird to hear out loud, ranpo far too used to hearing it slip out of your mouth to actually care. everyone soon told their names and you returned to the kitchen to continue cooking the meals you left unattended. kunikida and atsushi came to help, setting the table alongside you as dishes and utensils were placed in orderly fashions. dazai and ranpo were playing a game of chess in the living room, a game common in america for those who possess the abilities to smoke those with their higher intellect and strategic thinking to beat the opposing side.

soon enough, you called everyone over to the dining area, everyone rushing in to sit at a spot and chat while eating after they all thanked you for the hospitality. dazai made multiple compliments about how good you looked for someone in your forties, causing you to fluster and stumble on your words and you thanked him. kunikida, of course, seemed to notice what he was going for and told him to knock it off, the brunet playing dumb and acting like he didn’t know what he was talking about. everyone seemed to be very nice and accepting of yukichi’s and your relationship since marriage between two men wasn’t very normalized within japan. it made you feel relieved over the fact you didn’t have to worry about that issue and face the discrimination that would follow after it, making you wallow in a pit of shame and tears that would break your character.

after dinner, everyone picked up their plates and placed them in the sink, you telling them that you could wash the dishes as they could go and finish their game of chess. yukichi snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a kiss on the back of your head, hair separating his lips that begged to touch your skin. you chuckled softly, brushing your palm against his forearm as you felt him smile in your hair.

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, now lowering his head to nuzzle it against your neck, placing a soft kiss just for you to crane your neck away at the ticklish sensation.

you hummed, “they’re lovely people,” you sighed, going back to washing the dishes as you heard bickering coming from the living room, “they seem so happy living this life despite it being at risk almost 24/7. i’m almost kind of jealous. i wish i was able to spend more time with you outside the comfort of our own home.”

yukichi felt the same. he wished he was able to take you out on dinners and shopping but the job he has was way too risky to put you in danger. so he made sure to buy you little but meaningful gifts as compromise for the depressing life you both had to live. even when he returned home, he made sure to make the both of you feel special, dancing slowly to the soft music that buzzed out of the radio as the alcohol started to take its effect. those nights never usually ended the way people think it does: spilled wine and tossed sheets- no. it was mostly just sitting on the bed as yukichi held you dear, your head resting on his chest as the both of you dozed off. your and yukichi’s sex drives weren’t very high but that was because you both got older and less focused on it. when you were both in your mid twenties to mid thirties, those were the heights of excitement in the bedroom. now, you both just wanted to take it slow, enjoy life while you still had it. sex between you two now had become softer and slower, gentle caresses and cries, just focused on the thought of making each other feel good.

you sighed, leaning back into yukichi while smiling. none of that mattered. the only thing important to you now was your beloved and the kid the both of you raised together. now, there was a whole agency you were willing to protect, all of them being too precious to let go. yukichi felt the waves of content radiate off of you, his hold on your waist getting tighter like he didn’t want to let go.

“ewww!!” you heard come from the entrance of the kitchen, whipping your head in that direction, almost hitting yukichi in the process, “you guys are so cheesy!!” ranpo bleghed in mockery, catching the attention of the entire agency. dazai was the next person to poke his head in, overdramatically saying how your relationship with your husband was too romantic for him to handle. kunikida came following after, yelling at the tall man about how disrespectful it is to say things like that. you didn’t mind it, instead laughing at the display of how well the agency members could get along, yukichi laying his cheek onto your shoulder as he watched along too.

once everyone left and said their goodbyes, you sighed and closed the door shut, feeling mentally exhausted after interacting with so many people. ranpo wasn’t going to spend the night here, telling you he was going to a friend’s house- someone named poe from what you remembered. yukichi picked up some of the cups left in the living room, placing them into the sink to wash for tomorrow. the both of you headed to bed, changing into the appropriate sleepwear before crawling into the sheets.

“that was fun.” you said, voice nearly a whisper, the moonlight shining through the window highlighting yukichi’s silver hair and your face. you softly touched his calloused palms, bringing one of them to your lips and just barely kissing it.

“i’m glad you enjoyed your time, love.” he lifted his hand that you just held and pressed it against the side of your head, rubbing your cheekbone affectionately. he pushed himself forward, kissing your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, then under your eyelids, cheek, and lastly the corner of your lips before pulling away.

you whined at the loss of desire, wanting him to give you what you wanted, “you’re so mean.”

he chuckled at you, slipping his fingers between yours, “then come and get what you want.” he teased, closing his hand within yours and tugged you toward him, his right arm wrapping around your waist as you were pressed into his chest.

you smiled and pressed yourself against him more, kissing him softly. it wasn’t long before the both of you started opening your mouths, teeth clicking weirdly from the position you were both kissing in. yukichi lifted you off your side, laying on his back as he placed you to straddle his lap. you settled your hands onto his chest, slowly starting you push his nightwear off, yours already starting to slip off your shoulders.

sighing into the kiss, his hands dipped down to the arch of your back, rubbing circles on your hip dips. you hummed onto his mouth, feeling his erection start to poke through his robes, nudging onto your thigh as you continued making out. you pushed your thigh into it, hearing him groan as his eyebrows furrowed from the contact.

giggling, you pulled away from the kiss, “already this pent up just kissing? you’re so cute.” you pecked his cheek once more before sitting up, feeling his grip on your hips squeeze when his face started to redden.

“you try dealing with the affairs of the agency then.” he nearly growled, moving your hips with minimal force since you never fought back against his relief. you knew how much stress his job caused him and you were in no place to shut down his needs, always putting his pleasure before yours.

“i know, love,” you started undoing the sash that kept his robes from falling, “you work very diligently and i acknowledge that.” you pushed away his wear, hand hovering over his pelvis before pressing down lightly against it, feeling him shiver under your form.

“safeword?” he asked.

“quill.”

that was all the confirmation you both need, the older tearing off the robes on your body, leaving you in your boxers, the cold air of the home making a chill run up your spine. clothes were thrown to the floor, blankets shoved to the ground as the tension started to build. yukichi raised his upper half to nibble at your collarbone, rubbing his palm against your hard on, sounds that were heavenly to him spilling out of your mouth. he was always so gentle with you now that old age was creeping up, he was usually more excited and rough when you were both younger but that spark of youth was gone now.

stripping you of your boxers, yukichi pulled you down with him, reaching into the drawer next to you and pulling out the quarter filled bottle of lube. he uncapped the bottle with his teeth, pouring it onto his ring and middle finger before pushing one of them inside you. you squirmed at the feeling, this type of activity having been put off for too long for when you last done this. he stopped to make sure you were comfortable again. prodding his finger in deeper once you seemed fine.

he poked around for a bit, stretching you out little by little, then felt you jolt and whine, burying your head into his shoulder as your fingernails lightly scratched at his skin.

“are you okay?” he asked, knowing that he just hit your prostate. he felt you nod and sigh slowly, resuming his actions.

he relubed his fingers after pulling them out for the short while, then pushing two fingers in, stretching you further. the sensation soon dulled after a few minutes, yukichi pressing down on the bundle of nerves a few times to tease you. finishing up his ministrations, he slipped out his fingers and wiped them on something you couldn’t see. your positions flipped nearly instantly, surprising you as you squeaked in shock. yukichi towered above you, his thin hips locked in tightly between your legs with a shadow cast on his face.

he went to reach over to the drawer again, in which you stopped him by grabbing his wrist, mumbling, “ah, umm.. can we do it..-” your lover looked at you, waiting for your answer, “can we do it without the…” your face flushed hotly and he seemed to catch on, nodding his head and taking the bottle of lube once more.

slicking himself up, he tossed the bottle to the side without a care and started to slip himself inside you slowly. you winced slightly, forgetting how much bigger he was compared to his fingers. you breathed out shakily, relaxing yourself so yukichi wouldn’t have a difficult time with you tightening up. when he was fully sheathed in you, yukichi pressed kisses up and down your neck, attempting to calm you down since he felt you tensing up.

“mnn- ah, you can move now…” you muttered out, feeling him press against your prostrate but not enough to drive you hypersensitive.

he slowly slid his cock out, pushing it back in at the same pace. this was the slow sex that the both of you had gotten used to, rocking into each other with minimal movement. he seemed a little rougher this time, thrusts a little quicker and precise. his grip on your waist was tight, nails digging into your skin as you whimpered and whined.

you could feel every part of him, dragging against your walls deliciously as you slightly drooled at the sensations. this felt better than the last time you’ve both done something like this. he was treating you with the aggressiveness you liked so much albeit gentler. eyes clenching shut, you groaned once you felt him hit your prostate, breathing heavily.

light scars started to rake up his back from your doing, reddening them as they started to swell. you trembled, yukichi hitting the bundle of sensitive nerves repeatedly, soon finding yourself crying out, “a-ahn-! hah, yu~, is too muuuch~” you slurred, tears starting to dribble down your face.

“it’s alright- nn, you’re being so good for me.” he praised, hearing your moans shift up and octave from how much you loved that sort of attention. he nuzzled himself in the crook of your neck, biting and kissing the marks he made afterward, making you shiver.

yukichi thrusted into you a little faster, noises spilling out of your mouth with a staccato. you felt yourself getting closer to your release, yukichi taking notice and starting to stroke you to your finish as he chased after his.

you sobbed in his hold, legs wobbling as you begged silently for him to release in you, “agh… close! ‘m so close.” you felt yukichi’s hips stutter as you started to clench around him, the older soon coming to his close as well.

“do you want me to-?” he started to ask, only to be interrupted with your constant pleases, looking up at him with desperation. he pumped his fist around you faster, causing you to arch your back, shaking vigorously from heightened simulation.

soon enough, you spilled onto his hand and your stomach, yukichi kissing you to keep you silent. you moaned lowly, him pistoning into you before stilling, filling you up as he thrusted slowly to ride out his high. you could feel some of it leak out, dripping onto the sheets as you sobbed from the aftershocks.

“are you okay..?” yukichi asked after a while, keeping himself settled inside, deciding not to move so he wouldn’t overstimulate you.

“mmmn.. yeah..” you mumbled, feeling his fingers brush your eyes, wiping away the tears that dripped. he was always good with aftercare, making sure you were alright, soothing your cries with whispers of praise.

he picked you up, making sure to slide out of you gently. he cleaned the both of you up, grabbing another pair of robes to dress you in as he changed the bedsheets. you drifted off to sleep as he was tidying the bed up, your husband taking notice and kissing you on the forehead, placing you onto the bed and tucking the both of you in for the night.

ranpo unlocked the door to his dads’ home, mumbling, “man, i can’t believe poe wasn’t home. i was really looking forward to reading his novel..”

he closed the door behind him, heading toward the laundry room, tearing off his coat to throw it into the basket. just as he was about to leave the room, he saw a slight shine from the corner of his eye. he thought it could’ve been jewelry of yours that might’ve dropped into the sheets but as he got closer his eyes widened in horror.

he yelled, running out of the laundry room with and embarrassed look on his face, “these guys are so GROSS!!!”

[simpsandships]

Did y'all guys notice that if you listen to the BSD endings of Season 1, 2 and 3, these all are a lot like letters from one character to another.

For example,

Season 1 Bsd ending - Namae wo Yobu yo - if you were to listen to the lyrics (or read them), it totally looks like a letter or a dialogue or maybe a 'thank you' note from Atsushi to Dazai.

Similarly,

Season 2 Bsd ending - Kaze ga Fuku Machi - This most definitely feels like something Dazai would say to Odasaku. Coz it was bcoz of Odasaku, Dazai had made it into the light. The lyrics fit!!!! Like seriously!!

And, Season 3 Bsd ending - Lily - It's definitely Akutagawa speaking to Dazai!!! There's even a line that translates in English as "I want to be praised, I want to be acknowledged"

Like honestly, this one series turned me completely crazy!! I've never obsessed over one story for to long but this is the only exception!!! Not to mention, how the season 5 ending, Kiseki, carries the words from all the previous endings (S1 - S4)

The last stanza -

Boku no machi ni saita - Ending 2, Kaze ga Fuku Machi

Hana o kaze ga yurashita - Ending 3, (this I'm not sure, but maybe from Lily)

Namae o yonde kureta - Ending 1, Namae wo yobu yo

Sore ga boku no shirushi da - Ending 4, Shirushi

Like idk what I'm even supposed to say but this is an absolute masterpiece!!!

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One serene afternoon.

I finished work early and was on my way to Kicho's room.

(I wonder if there's anything I can help with today.)

(But Kicho is the type of person who handles everything by himself.)

Mai: "Sometimes, I wish he'd rely on me more."

Just as I muttered that under my breath,

Fuku's voice: "Kicho! Kicho!"

Mai: "Fuku?"

(Fuku rarely makes this much noise. Could something have happened to Kicho?)

Mai: "Excuse me!"

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Kicho, where are you?"

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Under Fuku's excited fluttering, something was squirming underneath the pistol.

(Is that a plush toy!?)

Kicho: "Sorry, Mai. Can you lend me a hand?"

Mai: "Is that voice coming from you, Kicho!?"

Kicho: "Yeah, unbelievable as it may seem."

I hurriedly put away the pistol and picked up a small, fluffy plush toy that bore a striking resemblance to him.

Mai: "W-What the hell is this?"

Kicho: "I have no idea. Before I knew it, I found myself shrinking."

(Shrinking? More like turning into a plushie.)

Kicho: "I was utterly stuck and couldn't move. Thanks to you, I'm saved."

Kicho: "I'd like to do something to repay you, but..."

(This gentlemanly side... Yeah, that's definitely him.)

(But...)

Mai: "Cute."

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Sorry! That was insensitive of me. But you're just too cute; I couldn't help it."

Kicho: "Am I cute now?"

Mai: "Yes, very."

I moved in front of the window and used it to show him his reflection.

Kicho: "----!"

He seemed shocked and was at a loss for words.

As I helped with paperwork, dusk began to fall.

Mai: "So, you're staying as a plushie, huh?"

Kicho: "Seems so. I'd like to find a way to turn back into a human, but I have no clue where to start looking."

Kicho, who had been watching my work on the table, raised his arm with a little hop, then started tilting his head and moving his arm up and down.

Mai: "What are you doing?"

Kicho: "I was trying to cross my arms."

(I see, his arms are too short to reach!)

Mai: "………"

(I shouldn't laugh like this when I should be worrying.)

I bit my lip to hold back my smile.

Kicho: "I guess it was the wormhole that caused it."

Mai: "So, the distortion in space-time changed your form?"

Kicho: "Yeah, although it's weird that I turn into a plush toy."

Mai: "True. It's also weird that it didn't affect a modern person like me."

Fuku: "Modern?"

Fuku, now completely calm, seemed very interested in Kicho's appearance, trying to peck at him with its beak.

Kicho: "Sorry, Fuku. I'll play with you once this is over. Just wait a little longer."

Kicho: "Mai, seal this letter."

Mai: "Sure."

I obediently sealed the letter meant for his business partner.

Mai: "Is there anything else I can do? Please don't hesitate to ask."

Kicho: "No, everything else is fine. Sorry for the trouble."

As he shuffled unsteadily across the table, I reached out instinctively to steady him.

Kicho: "Sorry."

(Even in such a situation, he's still so considerate.)

Mai: "It's okay. Please don't hesitate to ask for anything."

I gently placed him back on my hand and brought my face closer.

Mai: "I hope you can return to your original form soon, but I'm glad I can help with your work."

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be more helpful.”

Kicho: “Mai.”

Kicho: “Having you by my side is more than enough. You’re too kind to me.”

Mai: “Stop being hard on yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to rely on others a bit more.”

Kicho: “........”

Kicho: “Thank you. That kindness of yours is what saves me.”

He walked over to me, hugging my finger with his tiny arms and pressing his face against it.

(That’s supposed to be a kiss, right? So cute!)

Kicho: “Then, may I rely on you?”

Mai: “Of course!”

Kicho: “I’d like to get some extra envelopes ready in case I’m still like this tomorrow.”

Mai: “The stock is on that shelf, right?”

Holding Kicho in my hand, I reached for the tall shelf, but...

Mai: “Hmm, it looks like they’re at the back. A step stool would help.”

Kicho: “Place me on the shelf. I’ll try to push the box closer.”

Mai: “Are you sure?”

Kicho: “It’s worth a try.”

He carefully walked along my extended arm and perched on top of the shelf.

Kicho: “I’m going to push it. Be ready to catch it.”

Mai: “Got it.”

A moment of carelessness was all it took.

Without thinking, I hastily pulled the box towards me, and as a result, the box tipped over and came tumbling down.

Kicho: "----!"

Mai: "Ah!"

He was accidentally knocked off the shelf by the box.

Mai: "Kicho!"

(What do I do? He's going to fall!)

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Just before he hit the ground, Fuku swiftly caught him.

Mai: "Nice catch, Fuku! Are you okay!?"

I quickly set the box down and took him from Fuku's beak.

Mai: "I'm sorry, I..."

Kicho: "Don't worry, I'm fine. It was my carelessness that made me fall."

Mai: "No, I should've been more careful!"

Kicho: "……."

I hugged him tightly, and a sudden, blinding light enveloped us.

Kicho: "Ugh..."

Mai: "Kicho, your body!"

Kicho: "I'm back to normal?"

Mai: "Thank goodness! Sorry, I probably should let go now."

Kicho: "No."

He hugged me back gently, and I looked into his familiar green eyes.

Kicho: "Let's stay like this for a little while."

Kicho: "But only until I get used to not relying on you too much."

Mai: "Mm..."

Feeling the warmth of his lips against mine, I clung to him with tears welling up in my eyes.

❀ Ikesen Masterlist

[favs4palestine]

How about Sailor Pluto for Palestine?

I know you already did Sailor Moon, so if you want to post some other characters from different fandoms first, I completely understand! But I really think that Sailor Pluto would be perfect because her design contains all the colors of the Palestinian flag (black and white on her sailor fuku, green hair, red eyes).

Thank you for making these! 🇵🇸

Hello! I’m happy to do multiple characters from the same fandom, and I’m so happy you recommended Sailor Pluto! I wanted to do this ask as soon as I got it, but I’m answering everything in order, so I really appreciate the patience! Very fitting for her character as the guardian of space-time, too!

Your fav supports Palestine: Sailor Pluto

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Part Eight (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven)

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3461

(Author's note: This is the third chapter this week… but due to the long weekend, I decided to write as many chapters as I can to be ready for publication during the new week. The next chapter will appear on Wednesday. Thank you for the likes and reblogs so far. They mean a lot to me 😚 )

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You opened the door to Kakucho's office more violently than you intended and rushed inside, holding the folder you were supposed to bring in your hand. “Sorry... I met Sanzu on the way....” 

“It's okay, Y/n. I'm glad you brought Fuku with you. It was the right decision.” Kakucho said calmly and pointed to a pot of fresh tea that must have been brought by one of the girls in the hideout. “A cup of tea?” 

“Yes, please.” Before you closed the door, you made sure no one was in the hall. You turned to the surprised men and cleared your throat. “Yata will have to stay.” 

“But I can't. Akira…” 

“Akira knows I took you somewhere.” You interrupted the young man, walked over to the desk and handed the folder over to its original owner. 

“Oh shit… How does the boss know?” His face paled and his eyes widened. 

“Sanzu told me.” 

“And how did Sanzu know?” Kakucho became interested, putting aside the report he had just picked up. 

“Akira recognized me and called Sanzu to complain to him that I took one of his men because…” You shot Miyata a quick glance. “Not a word to anyone, do you understand?” 

“I-I understand, but... What is it?” The boy looked confused, and his eyes moved from you to Kakucho and back again. 

“Akira thinks I took you to have fun with you.” You said, sitting down on the empty chair. 

"To have fun with me? But how do you, boss, could have fun with me?” 

Kakucho became slightly confused at your words before turning his head, a small smile appearing on his face. You watched him, lips pursed. You simply couldn't believe how a person who was around whores every day and worked directly for a pimp could not know what kind of fun he was talking about. After all, he asked if you came there because you wanted a prostitute. 

You looked at him. “Are you serious now, Yata?” 

The boy blinked several times and suddenly his face turned red. “The boss doesn't seem to mean…” His voice wasn't clear, but he seemed to be starting to realize what his employer had accused you of. “Boss! But, oh no!” 

“Akira suggested it, not me. Sorry, kid, but it looks like your boss thinks you like to fuck for money..." You shrugged and Kakucho let out a laugh that he couldn't hold back anymore. “I don't care, because it doesn't make much difference to me whether my sexual partner has a cunt or a dick... But you, Yata, I think you're already burned.” 

“Boss, you can't do that! Boss Kakucho, please say something in my defense!” The young man's voice was shaking with emotion, and the first tears appeared in his eyes. “I'm not like that!” 

Kakucho shook his head and took a few deep breaths to calm down. His cheeks were slightly flushed, which showed that despite the ridicule of the situation and so many years of using the services of prostitutes, the topic of sex is an area that he considers something serious. 

“Don't worry, Yata.” He said, still amused. “Y/n won't get your ass.” 

“Boss promises? Boss L/n?” The boy looked at you worried. 

“You're pretty, Miyata, but not my type.” You assured him and reached for the cup of tea prepared for you. "Don't worry. I will pay triple for your service, just like Sanzu told Akira...” You looked at Kakucho with a serious face. “Which, on the one hand, will give us an alibi…” You moved your gaze to the hot drink that smelled tempting. “But then Akira will expect the same from you as from the girls…” 

“I will absolutely give him back to Akira.” Number three spoke. “I'll arrange it so that Akira gets more money for Miyata, but we will put the boy to work for Shion.” 

“Huh? Um, Boss Kakucho? Boss L/n?” The boy looked even more confused. 

You nodded, ignoring Fuku squirming in his chair. “It's a thought, but why Madarame?” 

“He wants a few girls in the club, so he's looking for someone to watch over them.” He glanced at the black-haired boy. “Not in the form of a bodyguard, of course. Yata has almost no muscles, but as a companion. Akira’s bitches praise him.” 

“Do you want to make him a mascot?” You asked, taking a small sip of your tea. It was delicious as usual. 

“Yata is already a mascot.” Kakucho looked at the flustered one. "What do you think? You tell us everything you know and we will get you a quiet job with Madarame.” 

“Boss Kakucho, Boss L/n! This is the most wonderful thing that happened to me! Yes! Everything except working for Akira..." The young man said quickly, his eyes sparkling with joy. 

“So, you will commit treason to improve your living conditions?” You laughed softly and Yata held his breath. 

“Don't scare him, Y/n. This is not betrayal. This is the right decision, Miyata.” Kakucho calmed him down and returned to the reports he had on his desk. “Let's start over, shall we? At lunchtime, Mochi will provide us with his folder and we can all compare our observations together. From what I know, he has tracked down two other pimps who are in cahoots with Kudora.” 

You shrugged and used small tongs to hand Yata the cookie. “Welcome aboard, kid.” 

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You listened to what the black-haired youth had to say and felt an increasing dislike for Hachirou Kuroda. It seemed that Kitty was the only one who died because of the knowledge she had about her pimp's shady dealings. The rest of the girls - you still didn't know how many there really were - died because their clients indulged in way too much and it resulted in the poor women being no longer good for anything. 

You understood that everyone had different sexual preferences, but burning and cutting the skin in various places on the body was too much. It was no longer sex, but the most ordinary torture in the world, which Akira should never have allowed. 

Yata confessed that the pimp saw each of the girls who returned to him in a sorry state and instead of immediately reporting the problem with the customers, he preferred to take larger sums of money from them and kill the girls or simply ordered his men to do it. 

The boy again admitted to disposing of the bodies of the three dead girls. He described their injuries because Akira was taking clothes and jewelry that belonged to prostitutes. He ordered them to be taken to the forests and before they were covered with earth, they had to be poured with various flammable substances and set on fire. The same substances could never have been used, otherwise if the police discovered the remains, they could easily link them. 

Usually, you weren't moved by such confessions, because you yourself had desecrated corpses many times, but... One description was too extreme for you. Even Mochi had to reach for the whiskey, and you've never seen such murderous intent in Kakucho's eyes. 

Yes, none of you were saints. You have done many bad things, even very bad things. Hanma once took a debtor's daughter and gave her to a brothel so that she could work off her father's debt but had good living conditions. You also knew about families murdered on order, including children, but... Forcing a pregnant girl into prostitution because you found a client who wished so... And then allowing a situation in which the girl was hanging by her hands from the ceiling for several days, only to end up in a dug hole in the forest... 

You wanted to skin Akira and rub salt into his wounds. You were sure Sanzu would happily join in. 

“Son of a bitch… Just a son of a bitch.” Mochi growled after your second glass of liquor, and you wished you had drunk the alcohol yourself. “I thought the two I found were fuckers, but no. L/n must have found a better one.” 

“Kakucho came across him.” You corrected your friend, but he waved it off. “Do we need evidence or will the testimony of Yata and the whores be enough?” 

“Who is Akira's clientele?” Kakucho asked, frowning. 

“Various guys and probably even two women... But all in all, they all had a lot of money.” The young man replied and Kakucho cursed fiercely. 

“So it's a serious matter. We cannot afford to lose such funding sources.” 

"So? What we do?" You asked quietly, looking towards the window where dark, rainy clouds were gathering. “Do we investigate the remaining pimps more thoroughly or report what we already have to Kisaki and Hanma?” 

“I want Mikey to know everything first.” Kakucho said after a while. “He may not be interested in Sato, but I don't think he'd ignore such shenanigans.” 

“Let's check the ones I mentioned and then we'll turn over the combined files to Mikey.” Mochi lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, looking around for an ashtray. “I don't give a damn whether he's interested in these whores or not. He can't let these bastards do this. If the police find out about it, everyone will pay for it. The whole business will go to hell.” 

“Mochi is right.” You spread your hands and crossed your legs. “Our beloved leader must express his opinion on this matter.” 

“Okay, we'll do that. I'll have to mention this to Sanzu too. Still, he's number two." Kakucho nodded and started organizing his reports. “That everything had to get so fucked up. Kuroda was one of the most trusted pimps.” 

You looked out of the corner of your eye at Yata, who was sitting in silence, eating cookies that were lying on a tray with cold, forgotten by everyone tea in a pot. 

“Eat normally.” You said quietly and the boy looked down at his pants, which were covered in cookie crumbs. 

“Sorry, boss…” He said and started collecting crumbs on a plate. 

Madarame will wipe the floor with him. - You thought and your mood improved slightly. 

“Yata, do you know who is the best person to talk to from Nagasawa and Nagano?” Mochi suddenly asked, turning towards the boy. “They have someone like you?” 

“Huh? Someone like me?” He thought for a moment and involuntarily dropped the crumbs he had managed to pick up from his pants onto the carpet. "Let me think... I know Nagasawa had a girlfriend whom he didn't allow to have sex with his clients... But he didn't hide his business from her... And Nagano... Nagano..." He scratched his head and shrugged... “Sorry, Boss Mochi, but Nagano has a man everyone calls Yuu, but I have no idea who he is. I've never seen the guy in person." 

“Okay, what about this girl?” 

Yata smiled brightly, his tone strangely soft. “Junko Yoshioka.” 

You raised one eyebrow and started looking at the boy. “You, kid. Are you sure he didn't let her shag his clients?” 

“I wasn't a customer.” He replied to you with a wide smile and froze, his expression immediately dropping and his face turning red. “Sorry, boss…” 

“I have no further questions, thank you.” You clicked your tongue, reaching for the last cookie on the plate and popping the whole one into your mouth, biting it thoughtfully. 

There was silence in the room for a moment, everyone was busy thinking about what steps to take in this matter. Thanks to Kakucho and Mochi... and Yata, you almost solved the whole case of the prostitute murders. But you had a strange feeling that... 

“I'll take care of Yoshioka and let L/n find this Yuu guy.” Mochi said and Kakucho nodded, completely agreeing with him. 

That's right, you knew it would be like this. Find a guy that neither of you have seen in person and don't know the real personal details. 

“Thank you, Mochi.” You muttered softly, looking away from the man. 

“Something wrong?” The other asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. 

"No no. Of course not." You denied, then an idea popped into your head and you looked at him. “Maybe the rest know something more about this Yuu?” 

“Like who?” 

“Haitanis? Ran likes to use the services of girls and does it more often than Rindou.” You suggested, playing with your tie. “Maybe even Sanzu heard something…” 

“Aren't you the one who gets him whores?” Mochi asked as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. 

You pursed your lips, staring at Kakucho's desk. “Yes, I usually get him girls. But Sanzu is a big boy, and I don't live with him, so when he feels like it, he calls for services himself.” 

“I'm just asking.” Mochi shrugged. “You can try, but I don't know what time they will return from their trip. That damn Sato is pretty bummed out somewhere.” 

“Maybe Takeomi will know something. He used to sleep with girls from Nagano.” He mentioned Kakucho and looked at the folder you had brought earlier. “I'll give it back to you so that if anything happens, Kisaki won't bother you.” 

You nodded, took the paper folder from him and stood up from the chair. “I think we can call it a day. Each of us has a task, so... Let's do what needs to be done and get this over with." 

"Right." Mochi drained his glass and after saying goodbye to all of you, he left the room. 

“Come on, Miyata.” Kakucho said as he stood up from behind his desk. “I will take you to your new room and give the girls some instructions regarding your hospitality.” 

The young man quickly got up from his chair and you both followed Kakucho into the corridor. “Good luck, Y/n.” He smiled slightly at you and walked away down the hall towards the guest rooms. 

“See you later, Boss L/n!” Yata waved at you and quickly followed the retreating man. 

“Fuck…” You cursed as you headed back to your bedroom. “How will I find this guy?” 

You turned the key in your door, went inside and walked to the desk, onto which you lightly threw the folder with the completed reports. You took off your jacket, untied your tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt. 

You looked at your watch and it took you a moment to realize that you hadn't heard from Sanzu for eight hours. Nothing special, but you only had such a long break in contact when each of you was sleeping in your own beds... Still, you didn't feel anxious. He wasn't completely alone after all, and you were able to get some rest. 

You lit a cigarette and walked to the window. You looked up at the sky and were relieved to see that the clouds had not thickened. Maybe it won't rain after all. 

You liked the rain, but you didn't like hearing the complaints of a soaked Sanzu. You laughed quietly, after all, there was no certainty that you would see each other again today. Maybe neither of you will have the time or even the strength for it... 

You took a long drag on your cigarette and flicked the ash into the ashtray. You had at least four people you could try asking about that damn Yuu, and you hoped that one of them knew something about this guy. At least one piece of information... Maybe it will be easier to find him. 

Sure, you could always stalk Nagano, but you wouldn't know which of his assholes was Yuu. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement on the garden path and looked in that direction, seeing a petite woman accompanied by a tall man with dark hair slicked back. 

“Look at this.” You smiled to yourself as you watched Rosie and Takeomi. From a distance, you could see that they were having a calm conversation and clearly enjoying each other's company. Then the thought popped into your head that maybe Rosie knew Yuu or one of the girls who were currently in the hideout. Rosie was like a brothel mom to them here. "It is worth a try." 

You stubbed out your cigarette and barely made it back inside when someone knocked on your door. You stopped dead in the middle of your bedroom. "Who's there?" 

“It's me, Miki... Yata-chan would like to talk to you again.” One of the prostitutes answered you and you went to the door to open it. 

Yata-chan? 

You looked surprised at the slim girl who was pulling the hand of Miyata, who was hiding behind the door frame. “He's a bit shy, isn't he?” 

"A bit." You looked at the boy who kept looking over his shoulder down the hall. “Come in. Thanks, Miki. Come back for him in half an hour.” 

The girl smiled even wider at you and, pushing the boy into your bedroom, she began to walk away almost with a dance step - just like usual. 

You closed the door and looked at Yata, frowning. "What's up?" 

"I'm sorry, boss, when we were walking here, I thought I saw Hanma... I don't want to run into him..." The black-haired man said quietly and rubbed his arm nervously. 

"I see. What else did you want to talk about?” 

“In Boss Kakucho's office, Boss Mochi mentioned Sato's name…” He swallowed and squeezed his forearm. “I shouldn't eavesdrop... But... Maybe it's about Mr. Sato from Hot Cherry?” 

You winced at the mention of the old nightclub name, but confirmed. “How do you know about him? Have you been to this club?” 

“I was there once with Akira... He sold one of the girls to him.” He shrugged and then added more quietly. “I don't like that bitch... Mina would sell her own mother if she had the chance.” 

You raised an eyebrow at the mention of the girl and decided not to tell the boy what happened to her. So, Sato and Akira were... or still are, in business together. You will need to pass this information on to Haitanis and Sanzu. 

“I have some information for you, Yata.” The boy looked at you interested. “You will be at this club more often. It is already ours and has been handed over to Madarame, with whom you will work.” 

"Seriously?! Oh, Boss L/n!” Miyata's hands shot towards you, but he pulled them back at the last moment. "It's wonderful! The club was nice, but the name and owner sucked.” 

You walked over to the desk and reached for a pack of cigarettes. You still had a few minutes before Miki would come back for the boy. "You smoke?" 

“No, boss. Smoking harms your health." 

“Fucking prostitutes doesn't guarantee health either.” 

“I'm using protection…” The man muttered, blushing slightly. 

You looked at him and shook your head, sighing slightly. “Where did you come from, Miyata, huh?” 

The other shrugged, turning even redder. “I know I'm a shitty gangster... But I grew up in a poor neighborhood and I don't know anything else.” 

“Can you fight?” 

"I can." Yata smiled and lifted his shirt slightly, showing you his slightly muscled stomach, with two long scars on it. “I even got stabbed twice.” 

You nodded in approval, thinking that maybe Fuku Miyata wasn't so bad after all. Everyone cries sometimes, but... He wasn't crying for no reason, he was just afraid for his life, and you didn't necessarily assure him that he was in no danger. 

He lowered his shirt and looked slightly confused again. Suddenly he bowed deeply and said in a serious tone. “Thank you, Boss L/n. For taking me away from Akira and giving me a second chance.” 

You looked at him slightly surprised and shook your head, a soft smile appearing on your lips. “The decision wasn't just mine. You don't seem bad, and you made the right decision. You deserve another chance.” 

There was a soft knock on the door and the boy straightened up. “I guess that's my guard.” He joked and Miki opened the door. A smile appeared on her lips again. 

"You can go." You patted the young man on the shoulder and the girl grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the hallway. 

“Come, come, Yata-chan. Let Mr. L/n work.” She laughed and you were left alone. 

You closed the door behind them and returned to your small desk, where you sat down. You leaned back in your chair and looked at the ceiling. I wonder if Sanzu knows about Sato and Akira's connection. 

You heard single, gentle knocks on the glass and looked out the window. It looked like Sanzu was going to get a little wet after all. 

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Shuuen no Virche - Yves Short Story

Author: Satomi Nakayama

Source: Shuuen no Virche Error Salvation Official Visual Fanbook

Lis ~Innocent• Pure Love~

It happened on a clear sunny day, a day without a cloud in the sky.

On a particular afternoon, after some time had passed since I had begun helping out at Yves’ handyman shop.

‘---You know, the other day when I was out searching the forest on a request, I found a field of rare flowers.’

While Hugo was gone from the shop for two full days, out on an job---.

In front of Fuku’s fish tank, which we had moved so he could bask in the sun, while hulling a large amount of peas for dinner, Yves brought up the topic of the mysterious flowers as we casually conversed.

‘A request from the other day…..you mean when you went to survey the northern forest?’

‘Yes, that’s the one. I’ve grown a lot of different flowers as part of my hobby, but it was the first time I’d seen flowers like those.’

Let’s see now, Yves said as he did his best to remember the scene he saw that day.

‘They were different colours, red and white. They were shaped like…..I’m not quite sure how to describe it.’

As if it were difficult to explain, Yves groaned as he continued to shell peas.

After gently scolding Fuku as he splashed up out of the water as if looking for food, ‘I don’t think you can eat peas, so sorry but no can do~’, Fuku went back into the tank as if disappointed.

‘It was like stars in the night sky had fallen down…..something like that?’

‘Wow, that---’

This time, just as Fuku was enthusiastically gulping down the fish food that Yves dropped into the tank, it was my face that lit up with a smile.

‘That sounds lovely. Just like the kind of magic flowers that appear in books.’

‘Right? Especially because it was a whole field of them growing and they covered an entire area. The moment I spotted them I couldn’t help yelling, “Uwah- Wow, wow--!” like a little kid.’

‘Hehe, I would have liked to have seen you like that, just as much as I would the flowers.’

Gweck, as if satisfied, Fuku made a movement as if he was burping.

‘Well then, how about we go see them together tonight, after work is over?’

‘Eh?’

‘I thought it would be a waste to only keep them for myself, after all. Ah, no need to push yourself if you dislike the idea though?’

‘No way---. It’s not possible I’d ever dislike going out somewhere with you, Yves!’

‘Ahaha, thank you. Well then it’s settled…..once you’ve got permission from Sister Salome, let’s meet up in front of the shop tonight at 9pm.’

‘Understood. …..I’ll be looking forward to it.’

‘Yeah, me too. Ah-, I wish it was 9 already!’

‘Hehe, you’re definitely being a little too impatient.’

As the two of us anticipated our upcoming plan, in front of us Fuku seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

*

Impatiently, I continued to glance up at the clock. The time for us to meet up had finally arrived.

I joined up with Yves at the shop after heading there at a half run, having been seen off by Mam. And as I followed after him as he walked as if enjoying himself, we continued to head north---arriving at the entrance to the forest.

‘It can be a little difficult to keep your footing in this forest. ---Come, give me your hand.’

I hesitated a little as he held out his hand to me as if it were only the natural thing to do.

‘…..Embarrassed?’

‘There is that, but also…..’

‘?’

‘If I fell over, I might take you with me…..that’s what I’m worried about.’

‘Ahaha-, it’ll be fine. Even if you do fall, I’ll be sure to catch you.’

‘…..R-Really? Then, I’ll take you up on your offer…..’

Timidly I grasped the hand slightly roughened from swordsmanship practice. And then, with steps that adjusted themselves to my pace, Yves began to walk.

Perhaps because the sun exposure was good, there were already countless other varieties of flowers blooming in the forest. The number gradually increased as we went further in---. It was almost like the forest itself was welcoming us.

‘I-I feel kind of nervous now.’

‘Hehe, I think that nervousness will become another emotion entirely once you see the flower field.’

Stepping clear of the small rocks that blocked the way while supported by Yves, we continued down the path.

And, the instant we came out of a place where the trees grew thickly as if bent together on top of each other---.

‘Wah…..!’

Innumerable stars had fallen in the open space.

No. Strictly speaking, it was a field of flowers so beautiful they could be mistaken for stars.

‘…..What do you think, beautiful aren’t they?’

‘Yes, far, far more than I ever imagined…..!’

However, I still couldn’t believe that flowers so beautiful existed on the same earth as I.

‘They really are flowers….. I completely thought they were stars incarnate---’

‘Stars incarnate, huh---Sounds like something out of a dream. But these little guys are without a doubt companions that live together with us here in Arpéchéle.’

So speaking, Yves drew nearer to the flower field---and stroked the beautiful flower petals gently, so that they wouldn’t be damaged.

---Beneath the full moon. Yves’ figure as he gently touched the incarnated stars was so very---.

‘Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Yves.’

‘…..Hm, I am? Not the flowers?’

‘The flowers and you, both of you.’

I drew nearer to the beautiful Yves. And at his side, I gave a broad smile---

‘These flowers that are like incarnated stars really suit someone like you, Yves….. a pure person that shines down brightly upon others.’

I tried saying exactly what I thought.

Hearing my words, for a moment Yves’ eyes widened, however---. A few seconds after he had completely comprehended what I had said, they narrowed gently.

‘If that’s the case, it’s the same for you, too. I’m sure these flowers are smiling for someone pure like you, that can call flowers your family.’

As he spoke, flower petals whirled up into the air and he grabbed hold of a white one……

‘…..Look, it suits you really well. The way you look right now Ceres, you’re a star incarnate that can make people’s wishes come true, just like these flowers.’

As he put the petal up against my hair, he smiled innocently.

‘…..Really now-‘

Beneath the moon. In the midst of flower petals of many different stars---.

‘It might be fun to come here with everyone else too next time.’

‘Hmm-, but I’d like this beautiful scene to be a secret spot just for me and you. …..Is that alright with you?’

‘…..I can’t say no when you ask with a face like that.’

Softly snuggling up against the shoulder of the star-like person who was good at getting his way---I continued to gaze at the view of the starry sky that spread before us until the coming of the new day.

[utdr-stimming]

Ok so this one may or may not be a challenge but could you (if you already haven't ofc) do one on the fuku fire girl (green fire) and the skateboard girl (purple tentacle head) in hotland? Thank you and i hope you have a good day!

Fuku Fire and Skateboard Girl (Undertale) stim board!!!

I hope this is alright! Wasn't much of a challenge, just tried to incorporate their core elements (haha) and outfits

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[maleyanderecafe]

Everything about you is Mine (Manga)

Created by: Thin buttocks

Genre: Smut

Here we go, floating again in more josei smut. This one is a oneshot that is pretty simple, and mostly standard for these kinds of smut yandere titles. Cherry actually recommended me this one and I did see parts of the manga before it was translated. The premise for this one is pretty simple, and the author's title is freaking hilarious.

The story starts with the Imi getting love letters in her locker every day. She starts to ignore them until she finds there's something on it (semen, since its a smut). Since then, she's been throwing away and destroying the letters. She goes to the gym and fawns over the trainer there, Fukue. She decides to tell him about the love letters she's been getting and Fukue offers to walk her home everyday for safety. Surprise, Fukue reveals that he's the one who has been sending her letters everyday. He pushes her into her apartment and the two start to have sex. Afterwards, Fukue makes arrangements to quit his job at the gym.

If you know what you're getting into, it's pretty obvious who the yandere is, but I did find the letter and the semen part of it pretty interesting in terms of sending affection and why he did it. Fukue is a delusional yandere, believing that asking him to walk her home was an invitation thanks to the letters that were sent. He noticed that Imi was interested in him (considering that she kept looking at him while working out) and that leaving the semen on the letter was a way to sort of show the love he has to her since he believes that she was lonely. Despite Imi's pleas of trying to get him to leave and going to call the police, Fukue still believes that the act of walking her home means that she wanted to have him and is weirdly considerate of moving her into her room after she climaxes so that she won't get hurt. I'm not actually sure if Fukue is really aware if what he did was wrong since he was rather delusional about it, still believing that Imi wanted him despite her pleas. He might have considering he tells Imi to be careful of the people around her when going into her apartment, but that might have been just something he'd say to try as excitement for finally being in the apartment.

Delusional yanderes aren't uncommon in smuts, but I did think that this one handled it differently than other ones. Again, Josei smut isn't really my thing, so the best I can really do is analyze the "story" of each of these types of smuts.

In any case, if this seems like something that interests you, feel free to read it. It's a oneshot and very short, so it won't take up too much of your time.

[jamiegege]

Why is Ranpo aplogizing in this scene ?

Okay, so your favorite Ranpo variant is here to explain a small scene in the season 4 of BSD (3rd ep & untold origins) because I saw a lot of people not understanding why Ranpo is apologizing to Fukuzawa in this scene !

As always : This is MY interpretation of what happened in the manga i'm not Asagiri so i'm just giving my opinion and i'm not here to impose it.

For me there are a few explanations of why he's apologizing but first, as someone who's learning japanese (so i'm not a professional) i'm gonna try to analyze/explain the exact way he said "sorry" :

In Japanese there are a loooot of way to say "sorry" here (animated version) Ranpo used : ごめんなさい (gomen nasai) it's a way of apologizing that is less polite than the basic すみません (sumimasen) but it's way more impacting than the contractions of it (gomen ne; gomen). So he's talking "unpolietly" (ig that it's bc of his young age) but it is still really meaningful as he could have used one of the contractions, which, for me, means that he respects Fukuzawa a lot (we can also notice this, thanks to the fact that he calls Fuku in the 1st ep of the s4 "Mr.Bodyguard" with the suffix "さん"(san) which proves respect (we translate it by Mr or Mrs most of the times))

1st part of my hypothesis : I think that he's apologizing first of all because he understood how much his behavior terrified Fuku. Not in a way like "Fuku is scared of Ranpo" no, it's not that. It's that Fuku cares ab Ranpo, a lot, more than he actually admits it at this moment; and knowing that Ranpo was in danger scared him (even if he knew that Ranpo actually did it on purpose, that's btw why he is yelling at him right after the slap, he wasn't rlly mad he was just scared). And when Ranpo understood that (after Fuku slapped & screamed at him) he decided to apologize to him for scaring him so much.

2nd part of my hypothesis : This second part goes a bit with the 1st one bc Ranpo apologized bc he understood that Fuku was scared and because at the same time he understands how important he is to Fuku. Like, if Fuku was scared it means he cares ab Ranpo right ? And as Ranpo never had (after his parents' death) someone that actually cared about him he apologized so Fukuzawa wouldn't be mad at him and would keep him (Ran) by his side.

3rd part of my hypothesis : Same, it goes with the previous one, because in addition of understanding how important he (Ran) is to Fuku, he also understood how Fukuzawa is important to him. Indeed, Fuku brought to Ranpo an healthy father figure, someone he could rely on (also especially because Fuku was one of the 1st ppl to actually believe in Ranpo abalities), which was what Ranpo actually needed. This gives to Ranpo another reason not to want to see Fukuzawa leaving him bc he (Fuku) would be mad at him.

In conclusion, we can say that Ranpo by apologizing wanted mostly to prove to Fuku that he was worthy to stay with him. Especially beceause Fukuzawa is a really important (emotionally) person for Ranpo.

I really hope you all got what i tried to explain, i really like to explain stuff especially ab BSD and Ranpo so if any of you have questions i'll be honored to answer it <3 ; Have a good day/night kiss kiss