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appleblueberry-pie · 7 months

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Hello, First timer here. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento wherein their darling finds their stalker wall ( a wall filled with their pictures) after being invited into his apartment and proceeds to runaway from him

Great idea. this will be my dessert. And speaking of dessert........

The sun began to disappear on the horizon. It had a calming dark orange color rather than the blinding white light it usually had. Parts of the sky that took off with the sun brought a yellow hue that eventually faded into a dark blue above. The clouds were purple and pink, which gave the impression that this was probably the most beautiful sunset in Japan this year. Yet, Kento wouldn't dare take his eyes off of your face. You were ten times more beautiful than any sunset he's ever laid his eyes on. Everything from your reflective eyes to your beautiful lips was something he could never get off of his mind. He needed you to be his forever.

He managed to persuade you into having a few dates with him. You and him have been work partners for a few years at the same company, and he's "known" you for even longer than that. He knew you didn't really like your job and only stayed for the amazing pay. He also knew that he was your type. Organized. Neat. Kept to himself and never really bothered to talk with others. He intrigued you and you wanted to know more about him. It was less of convincing, and more of you asking him out, if anything. More of a reason for you to stick around. He wasn't complaining.

And so you two were almost halfway through the first date. "Surprise me," you said. So he gave you some sort of dress code that would be nice for the place he'd take you to and he brought you to a (pretty expensive, in your opinion) new restaurant that opened in Tokyo. You had a great time ordering to your hearts content, like he told you to do. And you're surprised that he could even afford a place like this. It made you wonder what kind of pay gap you two had.

You spoke the most out of the both of you, even with shoving all of the food you ate into your mouth. He told you to be careful, of course, but couldn't help but let out little chuckles from your adorable behavior. You told him about your position and what you to at work(which he already knew about), told him about the stray cats you feed every night because they kept begging you so sweetly for more deli cuts from your fridge(he knew that too), and you told him about how much you enjoy his company.

"I don't know." You said, sipping your red wine while maintaining eye contact with him. "It's something really nice about you." You give him a simple smile, your beautiful nails tapping against the polish wooden dinner table. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and tried to fight back the heat that began to reach his face and ears from your sudden complete attention on him.

"You're so sweet and caring.........Very attentive and responsible. I like that in a man." You sat back in your seat, eating smaller bites off of your plate now. "You know, I can't find men like you anymore. Like, a lot of them always seem to have a lot of the qualities I want. Money, great hygiene, great taste in places they take me to, but..." You shook your head. "There's always that one thing that just....doesn't do it for me, you know?" Kento nods, understanding what you meant. He prayed that there wasn't anything you didn't like about him. Because he knows how picky you can get. And he'll play dollhouse with you a million times before you find out about how he managed to be with you in this moment.

"I used to give them a chance. That's what a lot of older women would tell me. Give them a chance, it's just one flaw, nenenene, whatever. But then I see the men that they stay with and it's.......I don't want to insult their taste, but. No. And every time I gave someone a chance, they revealed so many other things that I didn't like about them. The guy before you was just like you. So nice to me, had money, was neat and clean. He was great." You flip your hand around.

Kento internally monologues to himself, 'nice isn't enough'.

"But he was a fucking misogynist. I almost got slapped probably," Kento's eyebrows shoots up. "What?? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shake your head. "Nononono, I was exaggerating, I shouldn't have. Sorry."

"No, it's okay, you don't need to apologize. I just want to make sure nothing bad happened. Who was this guy?" You roll your eyes. "Some CEO at like, um........McDonald's. I'm surprised he wasn't fat with all of the leftovers he always brought back with him." You insult him and scoff. Kento makes a hard mental note to do some deep research on all current and former CEO's of McDonald's establishments. And also to get into your phone's database.

"And him being nice wasn't enough at all." See? "And after all of the 'nice guys' I dated, and all of the weird misogynists-in-hiding i've spoken to, I have a very...very good feeling," You grab his cold hands with your very warm ones, "That you are so much more than every sleaze I gave crumbs to."

"......so I am receiving 'crumbs'?" You smile and let go of his hands. He dearly misses the warmth you provided to him. "The first date is always crumbs. It's just a matter if I believe that you deserve more than just that." You silently watch Kento pay for the bill before packing your stuff. Before you can get out of your seat, Kento almost(fully) rushes out of his to help you back up. You sweetly thank him, putting your jacket on(with his help again) and let out an exhale as you both step outside of the restaurant onto the streets.

It takes a few anxious seconds of silence for Kento to speak up. "Is it alright if we make some dessert at my place? I have all of the ingredients to make an apple pie, I didn't want to waste your time by just sitting on the couch with you. But if you want to call it a night, I can walk you back home and we can discuss our next date on the way back?"

When you turn and smile at him, the setting sun accents your face in every way possible. Kento prays to god that this moment in time isn't a dream. Without realizing, his face relaxes, brown eyes giving you that look as if you were his nonexistent teenage dream that he's meeting for the first time. It feels so natural when you slip your hand into his, intertwining your fingers together.

"No. I realize I want to do this with you. You're special. I hope you realize that by now." Kento can only stay silent while his heart nearly beats out of his chest for the entire way back to his place. You didn't mind the silence, humming and pointing at flowers or birds that caught your attention for a few seconds.

Kento goes over every door he locked and every little thing he hid around his house in case you agreed to be with him at his place. But now that you two were in front of his door, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. So, he calmly opens his front door, lets you in first with a smile, before closing it behind him. He acts as if nothing is suspicious as you both take off your shoes and outside jackets, putting them in their respective places.

Kento excuses himself to open his sliding door in the back for ventilation, only to really check all doors for their locks, peek into certain rooms he purposefully left unlocked. "Hey, Kento?" You called from the kitchen. "Yes? Is there anything you need?" He calls back, making his way to the sliding door. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom?"

"My home is your home. The bathroom is down the hall by the staircase." And it's as he opens the sliding doors that he tenses realizes you'd possibly open one of two doors at the end of the hallway. The one leading into his humongous shrine entirely dedicated to you, or the actual bathroom.

"Y/n, wait." Kento does a 180 turn and power walks back to the front of his home, about to turn left before nearly bumping into you. You pass him with the same speed he had almost, putting on your shoes you left by the door. His heart drops into his stomach when he turns and sees the door to his shrine left wide open. "Y/n-" You had already left out the door by the time he turns back to face you.

Kento thinks back to seven months ago when he first started stalking you. How long it took for him to get his first clear picture of your face in a crowd full of people. How long it took for him to build his body shape into the one you desired. How long it took for him to find a place in Shinjuku to be closer to you. To be in the same work company as you. And, fuck, did it take forever for him to get you to notice him. And now here you are. Running out of his apartment in fear of him. All of the love and desire he poured into you, into your beautiful shrine entirely dedicated to you. He was completely devoted to you. And you're running. How fucking stupid it was for him to believe he could have it easy.

His face forms into one of anger as you step out into the cold once more, as if you forgot every single good fucking thing he had brought onto you. You didn't even realize how close he got until you felt his iron-tight grip clamp onto your shoulder and yank you back into his apartment. You land onto the floor harshly and flinch when he slams the door shut, locking it tight.

You never realized how much bigger and stronger Nanami was compared to you until now. You were just a little mouse and he was like a tiger. "I can't let you go." He says. His heart feels as if it's hanging on a few strings in his chest. His throat begins to close out of stress and sadness. He didn't want to do this to you. He got so so so close....but you tried to ruin everything you two had build together.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. He rubs his face and turns his back to you. "Fuck." You stay silent and still. You couldn't believe what you had gotten yourself into. You couldn't have known that the silent businessman that worked a floor above you was a weirdo creep who would fucking hold you hostage.

"It was my fault. I knew that that door was unlocked. And forgot to lock it. I never wanted you to see that." He turns back to face you now. You're still silent. Nanami desperately wants you to say something. He missed the sound of your voice in his ears. He missed feeling your touch. And knowing it won't ever be genuine like it felt today just made it feel like a huge part of him died inside. The silence killed him.

"........You have to stay here." "No." You immediately respond to that, shaking your head. You scramble to your feet and step up to him. "I'm not your hostage, Nanami." He turns his head in mental pain, hating how you aren't on first-name basis now. "No, you're not. But you won't ever want to be with me again. And the last thing I need is for someone else to find out about it."

"Of fucking course I wouldn't want to be around you anymore. Who knows what other shit you've seen me do. It's so sickening to think I was going to be close to my stalker. Oh, jesus christ." The vile words pour out of your mouth and Nanami's jaw tenses. Nanami looked like a child being told he couldn't see his mother ever again and it just made you more pissed off. You wanted to leave. The door was right there. But his desire to want you....and keep you...kept you from being free.

You step back in thought. What the fuck are you going to do? As if he could read your mind, Nanami looks up at you. He hasn't moved once from his spot. "I will take care of you."

You shake your head and purse your lips. "I wouldn't dare neglect you. You are my angel. You know that. Right?" He takes a step closer. "We can sleep in the same bed once we get there...but until then, I can give you my bedroom."

His dining room and kitchen are big. With the surrounding space, you feel like you could get around him somehow. So you shed the jacket, letting it drop to the floor. "......" He stares at it before looking back up at you. "And then...I will also bathe you, and allow you to use the hygiene products I know you use." You scowl and cross your arms.

"I know you're trying to run." Nanami walks up to you as calmly as possible. But he moved where you moved. Which is how you ended up on the floor straddled when you tried shoving past him. "Please don't make me do this." He begs. You shout profanities at him, which eventually water down to you just sobbing, tears rushing down your face as you gasped for air. "Please, just let me go!" Nanami keeps your hands together with one hand, and wipes your face of your tears with the other. Your face was hot as you tried to avoid his cold touch.

Nanami shakily sighs. He really didn't want to say no to you. But you couldn't just leave. So for the first time ever, he ignored you. He ignored your squeals of fear as he hoists you off of the ground and brings you into the guest bedroom, locking the door from the outside. He ignores the loud bangs on the door as he cleans up the small mess left behind, putting away the prepped ingredients for the apple pie for another time. And he ignores that small selfish feeling of happiness bloom in his chest at his once in a lifetime chance to finally have something go right in his life. No matter how dark and twisted the path was to get to this point.

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the-24-7-lawlu-library · 9 months

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Hellooo

~I'm searching for some Modern AU lawlu fic. Highschool AU are also fine

Thanks for this wonderful blog btw~<3

Hello nice person and happy new year !

We have quite a few for you:

Chasing the Sun by @illusiverose (E) [A Mod's favourite]

Trafalgar Law is a young surgeon who has carefully avoided getting too close to anyone to protect himself from his own dark past. This plan worked well, until a chance meeting with a young fireman named Monkey D. Luffy has him abandoning reason and dignity for a chance to bask in sunlight. He just hopes he made the right decision.

Broken Heart Syndrom by Callunar (M)

Law is a tired surgeon in the cardiac unit at Grand Line Hospital. He's got a few close friends, a cat called Bepo and an incredibly loud, annoying neighbour. Law had been doing his best to avoid said neighbour but life didn't always work out the way he planned.

More than a physical attraction (it's a passion) by gentoopengwyn (M)

When space was made available at the bar where the man stood, Luffy immediately shoved his (nonalcoholic) drink towards a confused Usopp and made his way over. "Hey," he said with a grin as he sidled up next to the man. "I'm Monkey D. Luffy." "I'm not interested." - Or: 5 times Luffy simps for Law + 1 time Law simps for Luffy

These Things Happen by trixree (T)

Law has been awake for twenty hours straight. He’s fine, everything is fine. And he will continue to be fine so long as no one takes his coffee away from him. Enter: Luffy.

Sabishigari-ya by Alexgrand (M)

Trafalgar Law attends medical school in Tokyo. Though he excels academically, his social life is lacking. He finds a website where he becomes infatuated with a user named Mugiwara22.

(We Would Never) Break the Chain by cosmicatta (M)

Two little boys meet in a small fisher village in the late 70s. As if brought together by the forces of nature, their lives become forever intertwined, their paths inevitably following each other in circles, always returning to the starting point. Luffy is sunshine and dynamite; Law is drizzle and dusk. It’s simple, until it’s not. They can’t be children forever, after all. “I’ve always been a little bit in love with you.”

Boyfriend's duties by Martilla (E) [A fandom classic by this point]

Law is a surgeon who needs some light in his life. Then Luffy happens.

The Other Side by methoxyethane (T)

Luffy gets sent to an alternate dimension and only has one thing on his mind when he gets there. Seeing Ace one more time.

Video calls in quarantine by anniedeodair (G)

The worst thing about not being able to leave the house was boredom and not seeing his friends or Law. Luckily there are video calls and until the quarantine ends, Luffy would talk to them through the camera.

Stolen Kisses by leafyxthiefy (G)

Someone has stolen Luffy's kisses. So of course, Ace will be there to avenge his beloved little brother! AU Implied LawLu, MarAce. One Shot. Light cursing, some OOC-ness and minor characters.

He’s mine! by libubs (NR)

Where Luffy is a famous pro gamer; millions of subscribers and social stats through the roof. But it’s not only his gaming skills and charming personality that make him so popular — it’s the mysterious “guy” who often appears in his streams, deep voice, and tattooed hands. His husband. But that’s a secret.

Sixth time's the Charm by katia-anyway (E)

5 times Law thought he was completely messing up wooing Luffy and 1 time he realized Luffy had been seduced all along!

What's A 'Closed' Sign Between Friends by teaandtumblr (G)

A tired, hungry surgeon drops in after hours once and Sanji doesn't have the heart to turn him away. What he doesn't expect is for his friend and this doctor to fall in love right under his nose. A 5+1 story.

A Strange Place to Meet New Friends by aspiringtrashpanda (G)

Nami drags Luffy to accompany her speed dating. Luffy's only in it for the hot chocolate. Good thing the handsome barista has just what Luffy needs.

Keep This Close To Our Hearts, Love by riverofnara (T)

It's amazing how a simple prank can be an expression of things unsaid.

-Mod Gigi

#modern au #lawlu fanfic #lawlu #lulaw #high school AU #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law

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lost-in-tokyo · 2 years

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I've Never Seen You Here

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader (au)

Words: 2,6k

Summary: It's no secret that you and Sukuna want each other, but what would happen if you met at a club? (smut)

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, creampie, fingering, reader is a waitress at a café, pet names such as princess and baby.

It was little past five on a Tuesday afternoon, a soft breeze of the incoming sunset passed by the crowded streets of Tokyo, offering everyone a small relief after such a hot day. You were in your usual spot; behind the counter, with your back against it, fanning yourself with one of the menus, trying to get some relief from the hot weather inside the café you work at. Your friend, Nobara, stood in front of you, drying some glasses that had just been washed by you.

The bell on the entry door rang, announcing new customers, making your eyes roll, without even bothering enough to see who it was, your shift would end in an hour and you just wanted to leave soon.

You were just about to ask Nobara to take their orders when she spoke up.

"Your guy is here" a smirk appeared on her lips.

Turning around just in time to see him passing through the door, pink hair and dark tattoos catching the attention of many customers around him. He smirked at you, like he usually did. His black t-shirt did nothing to hide the toned muscles he had underneath it, making a smirk form on your lips as well.

Forgetting completely about your previous annoyance, you stretched your pink 60s inspired uniform dress and picked your small notepad, walking towards his table.

He was here with his friends, all of them talking loudly about something that had happened on their way to the café. He looked so cool with his silver chain and knuckle rings along with his black jeans. Smoking hot, you would dare to say.

He looked like the type of guy you should avoid, the type of guy you can’t take home to meet your parents and that is going to cause a lot of damage in your life. All the red flags were there, but you just didn’t mind them, after all, red was your favorite color.

"Welcome to Shibuya’s café, what can I get you?"

You wrote down their orders as the white-haired started telling you, but you couldn't help but notice the way the pink haired guy looked you up and down, like a wolf eyeing his prey.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

You felt his burning gaze on your back the entire way back to the counter and you more than quickly made sure to get their orders done.

"Anything else you might want?" A bright smile left your lips.

"That's all for today, princess." The pink haired answered with a grin.

It was always like this. They started coming to the café a few months ago, every time the guy would call you a nickname or smirk at you. You would smirk back, or ask if they wanted something else, looking right into his eyes, just for the pleasure to see the lust that spackled on them.

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. Sometimes you wanted to bluntly ask for his number, or write yours and hand it to him, but you never got the guts, since all his friends were around.

You went back to work, attending other tables, making coffee, cleaning the counter, but at every chance you got, you would look in his direction and sure enough, he would be looking at you.

"You're gonna keep this mouse and cat game 'till when?" Nobara spoke up, making you jump startled.

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you just ask him for his number?"

"Because I'm working! If Yaga sees me doing that, he’s gonna scold me for good. Second, his friends are there, what if he says no and all of them start laughing at me!?"

"You're just overthinking it!" She said, rolling her eyes. "If work’s the problem, why don't you meet him somewhere else?"

"As if it were easy to find him amongst all the people in Tokyo."

"I actually might know where he's gonna be on Friday…." She said with a smirk, leaning against the counter and raising her brows.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring the job Nobara had done on you, your hair and makeup were flawless and the outfit she picked highlighted the best parts of your body. The short black dress hugged all your curves and the black high heels gave you an elegant posture.

“If you don’t get that guy tonight, you surely will get someone hotter.” She giggled, looking at you through the mirror. “Damn, we look fucking hot! I did an excellent job” A proud smirk appearing on her lips.

“You sure did!” You giggled a little, checking the time on your cell phone. “Shit, we gotta get going.”

Entering the club wasn’t hard at all, just flashing the bodyguard a wink and a cute smile and the two of you were in. Going straight to the bar you ordered two Sex On The Beach, waiting for the barman to make them.

"Woah! I know you two!" You heard a man saying from beside you. It was the tall white-haired guy from the café.

"Hey there!" Nobara said smiling.

"Are you girls having fun?" His smile was so bright it almost put the club’s light to shame.

"We just got here, actually!" She shouted through the music.

"Wanna sit with us? We got a table." He shouted back.

You two exchanged looks before nodding in his direction.

“I’ll have four beers, and put those drinks on us too.” He told the bartender, pointing to your drinks that he had just finished.

"Look who I found at the bar!" He caught the attention from the other men at the table, while putting the beers on it. "Girls, I'm Gojo, this is Geto, that dude’s Sukuna and the grumpy one here is Nanami." He said pointing to each one of them, receiving an eye roll from Nanami in response.

So his name is Sukuna huh? It fits him. You thought to yourself.

"I'm y/n and this is Nobara!"

They greeted you two loudly and then asked you girls to take a seat. Watching as Sukuna and Geto opened up some space for you girls to sit. You sat beside Sukuna while Nobara and Gojo sat beside Geto.

"I've never seen you here." Sukuna’s voice reached you, his lips so close to your ears that you felt goosebumps on your arms. His voice making you lose your focus on Nobara’s conversation with Gojo and turn your head towards him

"It's actually my first time here."

He nodded, looking you up and down. "It's nice seeing you without that pink dress on."

You smiled in his direction, taking his beer bottle for a sip when he offered you.

After a good thirty minutes, Gojo came back with vodka shots, which made you all engage in conversation easier, talking about work and old stories from the high school era.

Sukuna put his arm around your shoulder, looking at you, to see if you would ask him not to do so. But after seeing your smile, he knew it would be a great night. An hour passed by, and another three shots of vodka with it. Doja Cat blasted through the speakers and you and Nobara decided to go dance.

You moved your body with the beat, swaying your hips and singing out loud. Your body started to get hot, and you looked at the table seeing Sukuna's predator gaze on you, making your core start heating as well.

Another song started playing, and that's when you saw the guys approaching you. You all started dancing together as good friends would, but after a few minutes, you found yourself dancing suggestively around Sukuna, loving the way his eyes watched your hips.

You decided to make a move and turned around, pressing yourself on him while still dancing, rubbing yourself against his body. His hands found your hips as you two swayed to the song together, making it impossible for you not to feel his bulge against you, a smirk crepting your lips.

Suddenly his hands moved to your waist and he turned you around; your faces inches apart as one of your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him closer to give him a hungry kiss.

His tongue asked for permission, which you gladly allowed, feeling his muscle explore every inch of your mouth. The kiss was heated and hungry as his hand soon found your ass, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

Leaning down near your ear his lips brushed against your earlobe as he spoke. “What about we go to the bathroom?”

"Why not?" You looked up at him with innocent eyes and he just knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

Grabbing your hand he led you towards the bathroom, opening the door for you to enter first, before attacking your lips again. This kiss was even faster, the two of you desperate for more as he guided you towards one of the bathroom’s booths, closing the door behind him, trying to lock it between hair tugs and muffled moans.

Finally locking it, he pushed your back against it, allowing you a few seconds of breath before his lips found yours again. His hands went to the back of your thighs, giving them a little slap, silently asking you to jump, which you gladly did, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands found your butt again, this time to support you.

His mouth traveled from your lips to your jaw, before finally stopping at your neck. Applying you sloppy wet kisses as he lowered the top part of your dress to play with your nipples.

He squeezed one of them harshly, earning a gasp from you as you tug at his hair. His lips attacked your other nipple, sucking and biting on it until you were a panting mess.

Moving one of your hands down to his pants, you pressed your palm on his bulge through the fabric, making a gasp leave his lips as Sukuna grabbed your hand and pushed it inside his pants, demanding for more.

You gladly opened his jeans, pulling his member out of his tight black boxers and giving it a few gentle strokes, wanting to tease him. Your delicate fingers going up and down him gently as you used your thumb to spread some of his precum on his delicate pink tip.

A low growl left his lips as his hands squeezed your waist tight enough to make you moan slightly. One of Sukuna’s hands went down to your core, circling your pulsating clit through the fabric of your panties, smirking as he felt your wetness reach his fingers.

“Already this wet for me, princess?”

Sukuna hungrily kissed your jaw as he put your panties to the side, and his middle finger traveled between your folds, getting wet with your liquids before entering you slowly.

You moaned as he entered another finger inside of you, scissoring your insides and curling them to reach that specific spot he knew would have you trembling.

“So tight… can’t wait to feel this pussy around my cock”

His dirty words made you moan again as you clenched around his fingers.

“You like it when I talk like this to you? Uh? Like it when I talk to you like a whore?”

He finally found your spot, sending you to a state of bliss as you could feel your orgasm approaching you. You got so caught in the moment, that you had to take your hand out of his pants to put it on his shoulder for support, not sure if you could trust your legs anymore.

Sukuna increased his movements, watching intently as your eyes rolled back and your legs started to tremble around him. A wave of ecstasy hitting you completely as your wall clamped around his fingers.

The pink-haired removed his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of sensation. You watched as he took his fingers to his lips, sucking them without breaking eye contact with you.

His red eyes were almost brown now, and his pupils were dilated with lust. He kissed you one more time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before he pushed your dress up to your waist and unbolted his pants entirely, moving his hands up and down his length a few times.

"You sure?" He asked, gaze burning your eyes.

"Yes!" You kissed him again,wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

That's when you felt his member collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making you moan slightly. He waited for a while after bottoming out, letting you get adjusted to his size, before he started to thrust at a slow pace in and out of you.

Both of your moans could be heard in the entire bathroom. Your hands were lost in his locks, pulling them making him groan like a feral beast. One of his hands supported him against the door behind you, while the other found your clit, applying circular and precise motions on it.

“Sukuna… more, please!”

His once calm thrusts became fast and hard and you were sure anyone in the bathroom would be able to hear the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. Sukuna straightened up a little, which gave him a whole new angle that hit your sweet spot instantly, making you let go of a loud moan.

"Yes! Right there" you managed to say between moans, as he promptly obeyed, hitting your core even harder.

At this point your bodies were sweating and your moans were louder than ever, his thrusts were becoming sloppier and his constant abuse to your sweet spot made your wall start to clench around him one more time as Sukuna groaned hungrily.

"I'm gonna- I’m gonna cum!" You announced, feeling the pleasure take control of your body. Your eyes closed and your head fell back, hitting the door, while a series of moans and incoherent words left your mouth.

"Yes, baby, cum for me!" Sukuna applied more pressure to his thumb on your clit, making the loudest moan to leave your throat. "Come on, doll, cum for me!"

His thrusts became faster and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax a second time that night, moaning out his name. He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too, biting hard on your shoulder to muffle his loud groan. Shots of his cum filling you up to the brum, while you moan with the sensibility of your core after your orgasm.

Sukuna held you for a few more seconds before he placed you gently on the floor, your hands still on his shoulders, to make sure you weren't gonna fall.

"Fuck" you said, adjusting your hair.

"Yeah, fuck!" He said, laughing a little, while he adjusted his pants again.

You two opened the door, glad to see that there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom.

You moved towards the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your makeup all smudged, your neck full of red marks that you were sure would become bruises soon. You quickly fixed your dress and your hair, trying to fix your makeup in the best way you could, while he fixed his hair too.

"So…" He cleared his throat. "Will I see you again?... Out of the cafe, I mean."

You smiled at him a little, before looking for a pen in your purse. "Maybe…" you smiled suggestively now. "Why don't you call me someday and we find out?"

You grabbed his hand, writing down your number on it.

"You can be sure I'll call you, princess." He whispered against your ear. “Are you ready?"

You nodded and so the two of you left the bathroom and went back to your previous table, laughing at the shouts and whistling coming from your friends.

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chargoeson · 11 months

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My First Writeblr- An Introduction

I’ve used tumblr on and off for over ten years but wanted a blank slate now in time for NaNoWriMo 2023 and all the future writing projects I’m devoting myself to. Also highly inspired by all the cool writing blogs I’ve discovered so far since restarting this account <3

About Me:

My name is Char or Charlotte (she/her), I’m 24 and live in the Pacific Northwest in the US

I write literary fiction now, but have kept up various personal essay projects and poetry over the years primarily through my private newsletter!

I have a Bachelor’s degree in English Language and Lit with a soft spot for the Gothic and Romantic eras.

Nothing published yet, but since I am finally out of school I am entering a new phase of creative freedom that feels very encouraging.

Fun extras: I’m a virgo sun, pisces moon (yes, it does hurt), my cat’s name is Brad, I am also a fiber artist, musician, home renovator, perfume enthusiast, and chronic illness advocate.

My WIPs:

Project Amgydala (tentative title: Ballad of a Blue Whale) Novella- Literary Fiction/Surrealism Status- Draft 1 complete at around 33,000 words 2024 Goal- First revision/draft 2 Synopsis- Maren Hara, a recent graduate, moves back in with her father and turns completely inward. She removes herself from the life she created throughout university and begins walking from sunset to sunrise, looking for something she cannot put her finger on. This leads her to Devereaux's Salvation, a jazz bar seemingly from another era, whose eager manager and illusive owner begin to crack through Maren's walls and bring her back into humanity.

Project Corvidae (tentative title: I Want to Build a Home with You) Undetermined- Literary Fiction/Light Mystery/Horror Status- Plotting and beginning first draft 2024 Goal- Complete outlines and give draft 1 my best shot Synopsis- In the wake of the death of her family matriarch, portrait painter and former performance art prodigy Leonie Richards finds herself on the receiving end of her grandmothers vast literary legacy and her eclectic, spirit filled home. Alongside her uncle, the art store clerk, and a host of portrait clients she begins to unlock the secrets of the final years of her grandmother's life.

Mind Over Matter- this is actually backstory for Leonie from Project Corvidae and seeks to shed light on her past performance art pieces and the relationship between her and her grandmother. Light body horror, unsettling women, the works. One of These Nights- a slice of life, Murakami-inspired piece of an American expat living in Tokyo trying to ground herself within a new language. Digs into themes of friendship and social anxiety. Lots of fun music cameos. a green pea moon- my FAVORITE. My little baby. A surrealist romp through the dream world and how it relates to the joy and fear of being queer and letting yourself be loved. Near and dear to my heart.

taglist: @annlillyjose @coffeeandcalligraphy @subtlefires @belovedviolence @onomatopiya

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underscar · 1 year

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THE SCULPTURE & THE SCULPTOR

Pairing: Makima/Female Reader

Summary: The sun was slowly setting on a brisk evening, casting a golden-orange glow over the bustling streets. The air was crisp and cool, signalling the beginning of autumn, and the leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of auburn. You met her that fall evening, and fell in love that October. Warm sunlight elapsed your memories and your love story with Makima and it all felt like a dream, until it erupted into a nightmare. The phrase "separating the artist from the art" is one that dates back long ago. Both the art and the artist can be seen as their own entities; yet, the artist has the control and power to destroy that oeuvre.

CHAINSAW MAN MASTERLIST

A/N: finished this oneshot. was shorter then i expected it to be but that’s alright. as always, i’ve been occupied with school and work and volunteering and just…life.

WORD COUNT // 3209 words

The sun was slowly setting on a brisk evening, casting a golden-orange glow over the bustling streets. The air was crisp and cool, signaling the beginning of autumn, and the leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of auburn.

The streets were packed with people going about their daily business. Groups of students hurried home after their after-school activities and cram school, their backpacks slung over their shoulders and their uniforms crumpled from a long day of studying and play.

Workers in suits walked with purpose, their briefcases in hand, eager to catch the earliest subway home to their families. Their fatigue expressions spoke of long hours spent in the office, but they soldiered on, determined to make it home to their loved ones.

And amidst the sea of people were others, simply out to get their shopping done before the night fully set in. The bright lights of the shops and neon signs illuminated the streets, beckoning shoppers to come in and browse their wares.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city transformed. The neon signs grew brighter, casting colorful shadows on the pavement. The streets became livelier, with people pouring out of restaurants and bars, ready to enjoy the night ahead. Despite the crowds and noise, there was a sense of peace and harmony in the air.

Tokyo was a city that never slept, but on this fall evening, it seemed to slow down just enough for everyone to take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the changing season.

The multiple chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling of the pet shop also casted a warm, golden glow over the store, giving it an almost magical quality.

The shop was located just a few blocks away from your apartment in the bustling city of Tokyo, and you often found yourself wandering in on lazy evenings to browse the various pet supplies and see the cute cats and dogs. The puppies specifically were your favorite.

Today, you found yourself standing in the soap aisle, surrounded by an array of colorful bottles and containers. You were looking for a special shampoo for your new puppy, a fluffy golden retriever that you had adopted a few weeks ago, disregarding your father's displeasure. The recent adoption makes your dog duo now a trio.

As you scanned the shelves, you noticed a woman with reddish hair knitted in a braid standing a few feet away, examining a bottle of dog shampoo. A brand you recognized. She was dressed in a stylish outfit, a suit that was as sleek as a cats coat, along with a trench coat that didn’t drown her form, yet instead curved it like a cape, all complete with a perfume that smelled so strong, like greek gardens in heaven.

“That brand is rather cheap,” you blurt out. The snobby words escaped your lips unnoticed.

She turned to you with a raised eyebrow, her expression conveying a mix of surprise. “Pardon me?”

You suddenly realized how snobby and rude your comment sounded, that you even spoke at all. You didn't even know this woman, and here you were, making assumptions about her shopping choices. Feeling embarrassed, you cover your face and you quickly tried to backtrack.

“Um - uh, well this is,” you stop yourself from stuttering and clear your throat. “I actually had to return it recently. Both of my retrievers had an…uh,” you lower your voice, “really bad skin infection after using the soup. I just would never recommend it.”

The woman's expression softened slightly, but she still looked a bit guarded. "I understand," she said coolly. “But just because a product is bad doesn’t typically relate to its affordability, does it not?”

You looked down at your purse, feeling shameful. “Ah, slip of the tongue. My apologies. I misspoke.”

As a child of affluent and politically influential parents, you were constantly surrounded by privilege and power. From the lavish parties and exotic vacations to the private schools and exclusive clubs, your life was a far cry from that of the average person. However, despite the obvious perks of your upbringing, you often found yourself feeling like an outsider, rather than fitting in with those around you.

Perhaps it was the fact that you stood out from the crowd with your designer clothes, expensive technology, and sleek cars. Or maybe it was the subtle differences in your upbringing that made you feel out of place, like the way your parents talked about politics over dinner, or the fact that they were always traveling to meet with world leaders and dignitaries. Whatever the reason, you worried that people saw you as snobby or spoiled, simply because of your background. And to be honest, there were times when you felt like those labels were justified, just like now.

The women smiled. “You’re cute.”

Your face instantly burned with embarrassment.

You weren't sure how to respond, and you wondered if she was flirting with you. You looked up shakily from your purse, your eyes then meeting hers. You gasped when you noticed her exotic eyes. They were a striking yellow color, with multiple red rings within them. For a moment, you were mesmerized by their beauty, forgetting your embarrassment and confusion, being hypnotized.

Nevertheless, as the woman's stare became apparent, you realized that you had no idea how to respond to her comment. You stammered out a few awkward words, trying to come up with an explanation for your sudden embarrassment, but nothing feasible came out.

She quirked her head. “Also slip of the tongue. Apologies.”

She then stuck out her hand to you. “I’m Makima. You?”

Your lip quivered as you spoke her name. “Makima…”

The moment you told her your name, you had become hers.

You embarked on your relationship the following October, and it was during that same month that you found yourself falling deeply in love accompanied by autumn weather.

“Moving fast in your relationship”—your father spat. He wasn’t wrong, but you were loving every moment and day under Makima.

You and Makima spent countless evenings together, her walking you down the vibrant streets of Tokyo, discovering hidden gems, and indulging in the city's rich culture. She effortlessly unveiled a side of the city that had eluded you in your privileged upbringing. Not only were the experiences enchanting, but it was Makima herself who drew you closer. Her magnetic aura captivated you from the moment you met. Makima's intelligence, wit, and care for dogs made you constantly crave her company. She destroyed your perspective, forced you to question your assumptions, and told you to embrace the beauty of imperfection.

As your relationship deepened, Makima entrusted you with a secret—she was a devil hunter. Although she didn't reveal the specifics of her career, you knew she held a high position and enjoyed the benefits that came with it, evident in her lifestyle and the numerous dogs under her care. She had a contract with a Devil, but she didn't disclose the details of this arrangement, nor did she want you to be involved in her dangerous work. Respectful of her wishes, you refrained from prying for more information.

Instead, Makima had you to stay at home and keep your relationship separate from her professional life. Since you had never worked before and your parents supported your financial needs, it seemed reasonable for you to take on the responsibility of caring for her pack of dog, along with your two, now in Makima's home. After all, she had generously moved you into her house. You willingly embraced this role and followed Makima's instructions, appreciating the opportunity to contribute in your own way while living under her roof.

Thus each day fell into a rhythm.

Mornings arrived with the stirrings of sunlight, coaxing you from slumber. Always when you woke up, you were alone. In the corner of your eye you would see the bathroom light on underneath the door, where you could hear water running. This signalling Makima getting dressed. She always woke up early before you could register her leaving the bed at all. In order to not disturb her, you would use the guest bathroom.

Then, afterwards, you’d go downstairs and start to prepare breakfast for you and the hoard of dogs, their wagging tails adding cheer to the steaming kitchen. Makima however never ate breakfast at home, despite her waking up early enough to eat, she always left for work without doing so. Subsequently, as plates were made, Makima would come downstairs, to the dogs and your excitement.

Makima, adorned in her immaculate devil hunter suit and trench-coat, would depart early for her duties, her presence exuding confidence and purpose. Before leaving, she would grace you with a tender farewell before sealing it with a kiss. "Be good," she would softly utter as she crossed the threshold. To whom those words were directed remained a mystery—once you pondered if they were intended for your exuberant four-legged friends gathered by the doorway or if, in a strange twist, they were meant for you?

Once Makima embarked on her work and you found yourself confined within the walls of her home, the hours stretching ahead, blank canvases awaiting strokes of purpose from the artist—you the canvas. Yet, a familiar pattern emerged as her absence settled in.

Thoughts, ceaseless and unrestrained, flooded your mind, overwhelming you, akin to a tumultuous storm brewing within. Pondering became second nature, almost synonymous with migraines. Your rumination meandered through various facets of you and Makima’s relationship, occasionally interrupted with words of your father.

Primarily, your thoughts gravitated towards Makima—inevitable, for love held you captive in this home. In her presence, the mental restlessness waned, and your mind found solace in the assurance she exuded. Thinking less was effortless when she was near, her mere existence a balm for your turbulent thoughts. She found your thoughts cute, thoughts worried so much for her sake.

Your relationship continued to winter, and winter was cold and bleak.

"I'm scared," you admit, your voice filled with trepidation.

The reality of Makima's career as a devil hunter was something that had taken a toll on you more than you had initially anticipated. At first, you had been intrigued by her strength and determination, admiring her for her ability to face the darkness of the world you lived in head-on. However, as time passed, you began to see the darker side of her world, and it started to affect you in ways I hadn't imagined. Death seemed to linger around Makima like a shadow, both in her professional and personal life.

The constant threat of powerful devils and dangerous missions weighed heavily on her shoulders, and that weight often spilled over into your relationship. The nights when she returned from a particularly gruelling battle, covered in blood and forsaken things, were nights filled with worry and fear from yourself. You couldn't help but imagine the worst and dread the possibility of losing her.

But it wasn't just the physical dangers that troubled you. No, it was the emotional toll of her work. The secrets she had to keep, the compromises she had to make, and the people she had to sacrifice for the greater good of her cause began to gnaw at your conscience. It amazed you how she kept herself so disciplined and stable despite it all. Work, with its constant demands and unpredictable hours, easily seeped into you and Makima’s home life.

There were nights when she would receive urgent phone calls, forcing her to abandon our plans, which she did with ease. Though you would lie if you said it did not leave you feeling neglected and alone. Alone constantly in this home, lost with your anxieties and thoughts.

Makima raises an eyebrow, her expression curious. "Oh. Scared of what, my dear?”

"I'm scared of…losing you, Makima," you confess, your words laced with vulnerability. "Lately, it feels like our relationship isn't a,” the fear of possibly offending her scared you more than anything, “uh, priority to you.” You used that word carefully.

Makima's gaze intensifies as she considers your words. "So, you believe I should reassess my priorities?” she asked. “And you think you’re a priority? Is that what you’re saying?”When she worded it like that you felt awful and belittled.

You stumble over your words. "I... I mean, we're dating, and... I just want to feel like we matter to each other.” You were sheepish, like a school girl.

Makima held her chin high, looking down at you through her long lashes. "Darling, don't be afraid to express yourself. If that's how you feel, I want to understand.”

You let out a shaky sigh, your voice filled with resignation. "I understand you're busy, Makima. I just don't… want you to stress yourself too much." You force yourself to say these words to please her and in a way, end this.

“Good. I’ll make sure not to.”

The winter winds howled and pounded against the windows, rattling the panes and sending shivers down your already tense spine. The room was bathed in the soft, flickering light of the fireplace, its crackling providing a comforting contrast to the harshness of the outside world and the void that was inside this distant home. The room was in a void of silence until Makima broke it.

"Look at me," she states, her eyes fixed on the book placed in her hands.

For some reason, despite your dismay, you do what she says easily and look into her eyes.

In the corner of your eye, you could see a flicker of understanding passing through Makima's eyes as she reaches out to gently touch your hand. "I hear you," she murmurs softly. "I may have been preoccupied, but I assure you, our relationship matters to me."

A glimmer of hope ignites within you as you meet her gaze fully. "Really?"

She nods, her expression sincere.

As you take in her words, a sense of reassurance washes over you. Perhaps, in this moment of honesty and vulnerability, you and Makima could strengthen your love. “I love you,” you say with no thought but with hope.

Before she could respond to your heartfelt declaration, a familiar tone chimed from her phone, interrupting the moment like a cruel déjà vu. You hold in a resigned sigh as Makima swiftly rose from her seat, reaching for her trench coat and draping around her, shielding her from the unforgiving cold that seemed to have no effect on her. It was a stark reminder that her duty called her away once more, leaving you alone and vulnerable to the haunting thoughts that seemed to shadow your every moment.

With the slam of the door, she disappeared into the night, and you watched her silhouette retreat into the darkness, a sense of loneliness creeping in. It was a feeling you had grown accustomed to, a feeling you had faintly hoped would change after the discussion you just had, a recurring ache that accompanied her absence. Once again, you found yourself left alone with your thoughts, the crackling fireplace the only company in this wintry night, its warmth unable to completely dispel the chill that had settled deep within you.

Whining, your pack of dogs circled around your dejected figure, their eyes filled with concern, their tails arched down, dejected.

As you sat there, alone, a whisper escaped your lips, barely audible, “I wonder…if I’ve made a mistake.”

Spring had arrived with its characteristics of humidity and warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but for you, it brought not the promise of new beginnings but the sting of heartbreak.

You had chosen this place for its cozy ambiance, hoping to find comfort in each other's presence. It had been so long since you both had went on a date, after all, Makima was dedicated to her work, and you spent your whole free time, home alone. But as the conversation grew heavier, the air around you seemed to thicken, and the pleasant background noise became a distant murmur.

Makima's words cut through the serene setting like a bolt of lightning. "Let's end things."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing. The gentle clinking of coffee cups and the chatter of other patrons seemed to fade into the background. Your voice trembled as you choked out a bewildered, "What?"

Makima's expression remained cool and detached, as if the weight of her words held no emotion at all. "Yes," she repeated, her voice devoid of tenderness, she rubbed her chin, as if she hadn’t decided already, "we'll end this...relationship."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you held them back, not wanting to break down in the middle of the coffee shop. The woman you loved, who had once meant the world to you, now felt distant and unfeeling.

"Consider this a good deed on my part," she continued, her tone as indifferent as ever. "You were an obedient girlfriend, ______. Be proud."

As her words settled in, you felt a sense of betrayal and loss wash over you. The cozy coffee shop had transformed into a backdrop for your heartbreak, the world around you now irrelevant as you grappled with the end of a love that had once seemed unbreakable. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't contain the rush of emotions any longer. Your hand moved to cover your face, fingers trembling as you tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. The coffee shop around you faded into the background as your grief and sorrow spilled into your trembling hand.

Makima watched you silently, sipping the dark coffee, her gaze unwavering but devoid of any warmth or remorse. In her eyes, this relationship had lost its worth, and she believed that ending it was an act of empathy, sparing you from the emotional decay that had started to seep into your life. Meeting Denji had changed everything for her, and you were left to bear the consequences.

To her, it was a good thing, a release for both of you, though for very different reasons. In her own way, she believed that you had gotten lucky, even if it didn't feel that way in the midst of your heartbreak. She saw it as an act of kindness, despite the undeniable manipulation and use of your emotions. In her eyes, this was her way of sparing you from further deterioration, even if it meant severing the connection that had once meant so much to you.

You knew, deep down, that you would recover from this heartache, that you would eventually find a way to live without Makima. But in that moment, as you wept in the coffee shop, it was hard to see beyond the pain and confusion that had come with the end of a love that had once consumed your heart.

© UNDERSCAR 2023 - All rights are reserved to underscar. Do not repost, copy, change/modify, plagiarize, translate or screenshot my work: this will also include not reposting my writing on other social media platforms and writing platforms.

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rei-inari · 8 months

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pspsp hii fellow grim fan! got any hcs?

hiiii fellow Grimmy lover ! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ Ohh that's a good question, I usually keep these things in my head because I'm too shy to post anything but let's see. A lot of my hcs involve my MC personally so I hope that's okay. ☼ MC is female; artist; pet cat named Garrus; lives in Tokyo.

Spoilers below.

Casper's favorite color is black; she teases him that black isn't a color so he just huffs and says red.

Casper listens pretty much exclusively to heavy metal. She introduces him to melodic death metal and it's all he ever plays... except during Christmas time where he plays that one song on repeat, constantly, driving her insane.

He can't hold his alcohol, like, at all. He gets very handsy when drunk.

He's always bringing her new skin care products to try, he refuses to give up until she has a skin care routine that consists of more than "a bar of soap and sometimes sunscreen.. when she remembers."

He brings her a new bouquet of flowers every time the previous one wilts. They are always sunflowers with a mix in of seasonal flowers.

Casper loves cute things, he will never admit to it (he can't lie so), but that cute little axolotl plush sitting on their bed is proof enough.

Speaking of cute things, she introduces him to gachapon. At first he scoffs at it, "How could mortals be so easily assumed by such silly trinkets?" She rolls her eyes at him and puts a few coins into the machine. Out comes a silly little plastic egg, opening it reveals a tiny little clear plastic axolotl wearing a hat. She teases him as she puts it in his hand as they leave. There are 5 other types of axolotl figures in that machine. Later he comes back and blows a shit ton of money trying to win the rest. She has to take his wallet before he spends all his money.

She bought him a cute pair of light pink and red socks with chibi axolotl printed on them one day on her way home from work. He refuses to wear them but more often than not she'll look over as he's taking off his boots and there they are.

They have matching phone charms.

She felt really bad about teasing him about his use of kaomoji so whenever they're apart for long she'll text him ヾ( > ◡ < )ツ.｡*☆ and it usually just escalates from there.

He's very good at house work; cleaning, laundry, etc. Except cooking. He sucks at cooking. His diet of cup noodles is concerning.

He has a sweet tooth.

In any of the endings where he defects from the reaper organization he gets a new job as a programmer. He's completely self taught which he boasts about often.

Casper has hardly ever interacted with animals before, let alone lived with one. So when he moves in he gets to work researching everything to know about cats. He starts to play with Garrus daily, buy him little toys here and there, sneaks him treats. He pouts when she won't let him feed him breakfast/dinner that day.

He can't draw, but that doesn't stop him from leaving little sticky notes with his doodles scribbled on them in her sketchbook when he knows she's taking it to work. She hangs the post it notes on the wall in her cubicle.

Casper reads A LOT. He reads almost every night before bed. Mostly he reads tomes and texts that relate to the underworld or his job, but occasionally a smutty romance novel from the mortal world finds it's way into his hands.

He works out in his room daily.

Haaa that ended up being a lot longer than I thought, but the Casper brainrot is real so 🤭💕

#a date with death casper #a date with death #a date with death vn #adwd #a date with death headcanons #casper #a date with death grim #casper x f!mc

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pinkbowsandprettyprose · 1 year

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Cat!!してSuperParty

Event Booklet & Tokyo Mew Mew New Cast Interviews // English Scanalation

Link to download here [42.5MB]

✨ It’s finally done!

Here’s my English scanalation of the Cat!! SuperParty booklet, complete with all individual cast interviews and group interviews. This booklet is chock-full of tidbits about the VAs’ personal lives, their headcanons about their characters, and their experiences recording for Tokyo Mew Mew New. There’s even some hints about what’s still to come in TMMN S2.

Wanna guess which of the alien VAs wanted to be an astronaut as a kid?

How about reading what the cast thinks would happen on a camping trip with the Mews and aliens?

Which VA do you think listens to The Greatest Showman soundtrack as hype music?

The VAs for Masaya and Quiche even discuss what would happen in a high school AU between Ichigo/Masaya/Quiche!

This was a massive weeks-long undertaking to clean up the scans, typeset the whole thing, and drop in the finished translations for each page, so I hope you love reading it! ❤️ The translator I worked with is credited on the cover page of the work — they’re a professional translator who has worked with large corporate clients and specializes in JP -> ENG, so you know you’re getting the most accurate translation possible.

Let me know what kinds of things you find in the booklet — this was such a fun read for me! Enjoy! ✨

#tokyo mew mew #tokyo mew mew new #scans #media #my scans #smewthie #cast interviews

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duhragonball · 5 months

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Neon Genesis Evangelion 24

All right, this is it, the 17th Angel. Let's see what gonzo powers this one has...

Not quite what I was expecting, but I am impressed.

Uh... So Asuka's completely incapable of piloting her Eva, so I guess she ran away for like a week and she's been living in the bathtub of a wrecked house. The episode opens with a vision of Li'l Asuka running home to tell her mother about how she got accepted into the Eva program or something, and then she finds her mother hanging from a noose. Her dad had died sometime prior to this, I guess.

Later, we see her lying catatonic in a hospital bed, and that's baiscally it for Asuka this episode. Her arc was getting bleak but this is just awful. Let's move on.

Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari questions Ritsuko and asks why she destroyed the Dummy Plug system last time. Ritsuko talks about how her cat recently died, and she hadn't seen it in years, because of her work at NERV. Then she says she's not happy anymore, even when Gendo makes love to her. Oh wow. Well that settles that, then.

Do you think Gendo holds his hands over his mouth while he's doing the deed? Just props his elbows on the head of the bed and stares into the wall pensively while he thrusts his hips? Maybe I should find something else to talk about. Sorry.

Gendo says she's disappointed him, and she says he can't be disappointed, because he never had any expectations of her at all. She's nothing to him and she always was. This does put into perspective all the times Gendo has expressed disappointment in Shinji. Like, it's just a thing he says. Ultimately, it's meaningless.

What about Shinji? Well, he could really use someone to talk to after the startling revelation about Rei. The trouble is that there isn't anyone left. Asuka's... yeah. Misato's off doing her own thing. Suzuhara and Big Rigg Mahoney left town. I didn't realize it at the time, but Tokyo-3 got wrecked in the recent Angel battles. Probably the 13th Angel, mainly.

There is Rei, but Shinji has no idea how to even act around Rei. I mean, it was never easy interacting with Rei, but now it's not even the same Rei? Or something? He can't talk to her is the point.

Then he meets this kid singing to himself amongst the wreckage. He introduces himself as Kaworu Nagisa, the Fifth Child and newest Eva Pilot. He's been recruited to replace Asuka, although it isn't clear if she's been kicked off the team just yet.

Everyone's kind of suspicious of the new kid, probably because he's so damn chipper and he isn't dealing with the trauma of dead parents or whatever. Also they have him do sync tests and his scores are excellent even before they reconfigured Unit 02 for him. He's a little too good to be true, and everyone in NERV seems to know it.

After the tests, the boys take a shower together, and when Shinji says he prefers to stay at the base late because he doesn't like spending time at home anymore, Kaworu invites him to sleep over at his place.

He also flirts a little with Shinji, and Shinji blushes. Today I was looking up what people were so angry about when Neon Genesis Evangelion was added to Netflix, and one of the gripes was that they edited out a scene featuring "a key piece of gay subtext". I wondered what that was, and yeah. I may not be the sharpest knife in the crayon box, but this looks pretty gay to me.

I will admit, this isn't something I usually think about when I watch or read stories, but in Shinji's case it probably never would have occurred to me, because of all the emotional baggage we've seen in the first 23 episodes. But now that we're here, it kind of makes sense. This kid's got so much trouble expressing his emotions and figuring out what he wants that it might have taken him a million years to work out that he's into boys. I mean, he apologizes for things that aren't even remotely his fault, and is desperate for the approval of others. He's not going to come out of the closet if there's even the slightest chance that someone might disapprove.

They don't go any further than that, but they do have a sleepover, and Shinji tells him that he hates his dad, which he's expressed in the past, but never quite so directly and succinctly. Shinji wonders why he would tell Kaworu this, of all people. I think, Shinji's sexuality aside, Kaworu showed up in just the right place and time and made himself available in just the kind of way Shinji needed at that moment. He wanted someone to talk to, and suddenly Kaworu's there to grant his wish. Kaworu just makes Shinji feel at ease, maybe for the first time ever.

Meanwhile, SEELE has resolved to put a stop to Gendo Ikari and his usurpation of NERV. SEELE created NERV to further its own agenda, but they feel Gendo has warped NERV to service his agenda instead.

Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari talks to Eva Unit 01, and addresses it as Yui, his dead wife. According to him, the Lance of Longius was in their way, so he wanted it thrown into outer space, whether SEELE liked that or not. He believes the 17th Angel, the last one, will appear soon, and with its death, he and Yui shall have their wish granted at last. Huh.

Oh, also earlier on, Kaworu introduced himself to Rei and told her that they were alike. She stays up all night wondering why she's still alive, and what Kaworu meant. What is it they have in common?

Meanwhile, Misato does some digging on Kaworu and discovers that he has the ability to increase his synchronization with the Evas at will. Like, he can control it completely if he wants, or he can lower his sync score to make it seem like he's not as good at it. That's supposed to be impossible, so Misato goes to Ritsuko, who I guess is in a NERV detention facility. She asks Ritsuko what Kaworu is, and she speculates that he's the final Angel. I was about to ask why Ritsuko never mentioned this earlier, but I forgot, she's turning against NERV, so her answer would probably be "'Cause fuck'em."

But before Misato can act on this informaiton, Kaworu makes his move. He activates Unit 02 and takes it down to the room where Adam is. Everyone's shocked, mostly because Kaworu doesn't even have to be inside the Eva to control it. He just floats alongside the thing as they head downstairs.

But also, as Admiral Clownshoes points out, SEELE is behind this. They knew what this kid was and they sent him to NERV knowing he would launch an attack.

And just so there's no confusion on this point, we cut to SEELE who talk amongst themselves about how they planned for this to happen. They expect this to be Gendo's final stand, and that he'll use Eva Unit 01 to stop Kaworu. So do they plan on NERV winning this fight? I assumed this showdown with the 17th Angel would happen regardless, so maybe SEELE's play here is to force the confrontation on their terms, so that the outcome is more favorable to them than for Gendo.

Because, the worst case scenario here is that Kaworu wins and destroys the world. Right? I mean, that's what this has been about from the start. Why would SEELE take such a gamble? How did they even arrange this? Did they look up "17th Angel" in the Yellow Pages, call him up and go "Hey, we want to pull a prank on Gendo. You want in on this?"

Maybe they just discovered Kaworu's infiltration and chose to let it play out. This implies that they can detect Angels much more effectively than NERV, which seems kind of backwards. If they have superior intel on the Angels, then why is Gendo the one running NERV?

As SEELE anticipated, Gendo sends Shinji to intercept in Unit 01. At first, Shinji refuses to believe that Kaworu is an Angel, but then he gets furious at Kaworu for betraying him and using his emotions against him. Kaworu's as bad as his father, Shinji says, which is as good a motivation as any.

But Shinji can't attack Kaworu while he's got Unit 02 to back him up. Shinji asks how he can control Unit 02, and Kaworu explains that he and the Eva are both made from the same type of Angelic tissues, from Adam. So it's child's play for him to control the Eva. Shouldn't that mean the other Angels would have had the same ability? I guess it doesn't work when they have pilots inside. Whatever.

As the battle progresses, Misato orders her dude at the controls to initiate a self-destruct on the whole base if Shinji's signal is lost. She reasons that it would be better to destroy the whole facility and die than to allow Kaworu to reach Adam and trigger Third Impact. Wait, is that still the lore? I thought they debunked that a while back?

But as Kaworu draws closer, they detect another powerful AT field, and they think it's another Angel. Well, no, it's just Rei. Your guess is as good as mine.

As Kaworu draws closer to Adam, he waxes philosophic about this. From the way he speaks of it, it's like he's compelled to return to Adam, because he was born from Adam. So maybe this was why all of the Angels headed for Tokyo-3. It's an instinctive compulsion, like salmon swimming upstream. But Kaworu seems to find it tragic that his instinctive compulsion will lead to the destruction of humanity.

Then he gets closer and realizes this isn't Adam at all but... Lilith? Who the hell is Lilith? Apparently this wasn't what Kaworu had in mind. He refers to humans as "Lilim", implying that they're the descendants of Lilith, just as the Angels and Evas are born of Adam, but... I dunno.

And in this moment of confusion, Shinji manages to catch up to Kaworu and grab him. If I understand correctly, Rei's AT field is neutralizing his own? And Shinji managed to overpower Unit 02, so Kaworu is defenseless. He seems more relieved than worried.

Kaworu explains that one one life form can inherit the future, Angels or humans, and he seems to have developed an admiration for humanity, perhaps from the time he spent living among them. Now that he's reached this place, he's content to die here, for life and death are of no great consequence to him. But he warns Shinji that he must kill him, because if Shinji doesn't, humanity will surely be doomed.

It's weird how this is the only Angel who can talk and he's even more cryptic and weird than the rest. I wonder if they all felt this way about it. It was all just a weird routine for them, and they don't particularly care if they win or lose as long as it's over.

Shinji begs him to explain what the fuck he's talking about, but this is all the explanation he's going to get. Either kill Kaworu or the whole world dies. At this, everyone just sort of freezes in place for... maybe two minutes? And then finally Shinji crushes him and his head falls into the Tang pool beneath Adam. Or Lilith. Who cares?

Later, we see Gendo and Rei watching Unit 01 getting the blood washed off it.

Elsewhere, Shinji talks to Misato and mourns Kaworu's death. He told Shinji he loved him, and he had never heard such kind words before. Shinji thinks Kaworu should have survived, but Misato counters that Kwaoru had given up his will to survive, and thus forfeited his right to live. That's kind of harsh.

Here's my version: Whatever Kaworu was, he seemed to only value his life as far as the time he spent with Shinji. And so if he had won, and Shinji perished with humanity, what would Kaworu have left to live for? That's why he said life and death are equal to him. It didn't matter because in his view, both were the same fate, but at least Shinji and his kind could grow and evolve to find new purpose. So if only one or the other can have the future, then it's only fair that it go to the one that can actually do something with it.

Anyway, the bigger picture here is that we just saw the last Angel die, and yet there's still two more episodes to go. What, does everyone just have a pizza party now? Asuka was despondent about not being an Eva pilot, but what good is being an Eva pilot when there's no more Angels to fight?

There is, of course, the SEELE vs. Gendo conflict to sort out, but it's hard to get invested in that when both sides are assholes, and I have no idea what either of them wanted. For all I know, they both won today.

Also, Shinji won, but he's still not happy. Kid, there's other boys in the world, if that's what's bothering you.

#neon genesis evangelion #2024ngeliveblog #shinji ikari #rei ayanami #asuka langley soryu #misato katsuragi #ritsuko akagi #gendo ikari #kaworu nagisa #clownshoes

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Scooby-Doo! and the Phantom Thieves (Formerly known as Scooby-Doo! Meets Persona 5)

DISCLAIMER: The following crossover you're about to experience is a reimagining and a reinterpretation of the main story of the hit Persona 5 Strikers video game, depicting a world entirely separate from the main flow of the Scooby-Doo franchise and the worldwide RPG Persona series. Say, it's just like the Dead Rising 2: Off the Record video game - a "new version of an existing story"

Synopsis: Worlds collide as the casts of SCOOBY-DOO! and PERSONA 5 team up in a crossover ordeal that is a re-interpretation and reimagining of the hit Persona 5 Strikers video game - an alternate version of the same story!

Scooby-Doo and the Mystery Inc. gang - Fred, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy - embark on what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation once they visit modern-day Tokyo, but only to have been interrupted when events of something strange and supernatural occurred during their time of fun and games…literally! They find themselves in an alternate version of Tokyo in the Metaverse called a Jail, where people’s desires are being taken by the ruler’s shadow called Monarchs, complete with cop-resembling monsters called Shadows. As they try to find a way to escape, Scooby and the gang have another mystery on their hands as they are put on high alert - this time, there are no guys in rubber masks.

SIDE: SD (Scooby-Doo): After wrapping up yet another mystery, Velma got an invite from her pen-pal, asking her to come to Shibuya to visit. Once she, Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby-Doo arrived in modern-day Tokyo, however, they are in for an unexpected and supernatural surprise! Thanks to a recently popular app they installed called EMMA, the Mystery Inc. gang ended up in an entirely, different Tokyo filled with cop-resembling monsters called Shadows. Luckily, two masked teenagers and a cartoonish-like, talking cat came to their aid, calling themselves the Phantom Thieves! Once they return to the real world, Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby realized that a series of cases involving a "change of heart" are happening all over the country of Japan and their new friends are being under suspicion by the police for the recent cases from last year and their involvement. The Scooby gang will have to help their new Persona-using friends clear their names in their longest, most unexpected mystery yet...

But there’s another team also on the case as the Scooby gang ran into…the Phantom Thieves of Hearts from Persona 5, consist of normal teenagers-turned-Persona users Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Niijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura…and their talking black cat, Morgana! Why? Because they had stumbled into this world as well, thanks to a popular app called EMMA. Not only that, but their camping trip on summer vacation together has turned into a road trip when they are being the prime suspects of a series of cases involving a change of heart in people that is happening not only Shibuya, but all over the country of Japan, currently investigated by the Tokyo branch of the Public Security Bureau.

SIDE: P5 (Persona 5): Months have passed since Ren Amamiya left Tokyo after his probation ended, and now he and Morgana return to the bustling streets of Shibuya in order to enjoy summer vacation with their old friends and comrades - Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Yusuke Kitagawa, Makoto Niijima, Futaba Sakura, and Haru Okumura. Unfortunately, despite the celebration, the smiling faces of his former teammates and comrades-in-arms weren't the only things awaiting Ren's arrival. Summoned by Lavenza of the Velvet Room, Ren learned from her that a new, potential danger threatens to consume him and the entire world, which made him become a prisoner of fate once again. This led Ren to a sudden conclusion - the Metaverse that he and the Phantom Thieves had worked so hard to destroy has return in an unexpected way! One day, while shopping for camping stuff, Ren, Ryuji, and Morgana find themselves transported from the real world and into an alternate version of Shibuya in the Metaverse in their Phantom Thief attire, all due to a popular app they installed called EMMA that somehow acted as the new Meta-Nav. There, they fought Shadows that dressed like cops, encountered an A.I. named Sophia, and in an unexpected plot twist, they are joined by Mystery Inc., consisting of Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and their talking dog, Scooby-Doo, who are also on the case when they have accidentally entered the Metaverse through EMMA as well. Once they return to the real world, the Phantom Thieves reassembled again to unravel this new Metaverse called the Jail, only to find themselves being suspected by the police for being involved in a series of Change of Heart incidents all over the country. But what if the Phantom Thieves and the recently joined Sophia...turn to Mystery Inc. for help?

Thinking that this case is similar to their previous adventure from last year** (**See Persona 5) and that someone is framing them by not changing people’s hearts under the same reasons as them, the Phantom Thieves reluctantly turn to Mystery Inc. to help them crack the case, leading both groups to team up - that means Scooby-Doo and Morgana will have to get along, right? They are joined by Sophia, a sentient A.I. who can detect the presence of Jails; and Zenkichi Hasegawa, a member of Public Security who needs both the Phantom Thieves and Mystery Inc.’s help to catch the true perpetrator.

But when the bad guys labeled the Phantom Thieves as terrorists, Scooby-Doo and the gang bravely try to rescue them from getting arrested and Zenkichi's daughter, Akane Hasegawa, will have to play a huge role as she summons her very own Persona and later joins the fray! To make matters worse, they’re suspected of being accomplices to the Phantom Thieves. Will both groups be able to get out of this situation and solve this very long and huge mystery?

WORLDS COLLIDE: SD/P5: Mystery Inc. find themselves in a very serious and long mystery and the Phantom Thieves' plans for summer vacation takes an unexpected plot twist when two groups join forces, using their mystery-solving and phantom-thieving skills to crack cases involving a change of heart across the cities of Japan, learning more about the circumstances of the Change of Heart epidemic and the Metaverse-like Jails... Who is behind it all, and to what end? And can Mystery Inc. help their new Persona-user friends find the truth behind these strange incidents...or will they end up being arrested by the police as well? The ordeal of the Phantom Thieves and Mystery Inc. has just begun...

Pack your Scooby Snacks and summon your Personas for this is the one crossover team-up you never expected that needs both mystery-solving…and phantom-thieving.

#scooby doo #scooby-doo #persona 5 #persona 5 strikers #persona 5 scramble #crossover #crossovers

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New Releases June 25, 2024

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Clarity Chapter One (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact (18+)

WARNINGS: Gang activity, mentions of drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of gambling, murder/attempted murder, guns, mentions of torture. Hopefully that's it.

Aquamarine eyes narrowed in utter annoyance, the ruckus filling the air was echoing off the walls of the numerous surrounding alleyways, a loud succession of gunshots that hadn’t let up in the long seconds that had passed, he may have been used to situations like this one but he was beyond it right now; it was always one thing after another, he didn’t understand why trash didn’t know their place.

“Shit.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo was unsure just how things could have escalated to this degree when the enemy were a bunch of tactless morons, but he wasn’t internally complaining too much, he hadn’t liked these assholes from the very beginning; it was beyond time that they were put in their grave after trying his patience so many times up until now.

“Oi, you good?!”

“Tch, their accuracy sucks!”

“Says you!”

The pink-haired man arched an eyebrow, here they were getting shot at and the Haitani Brothers still argued like a couple of kids, he should’ve expected as much considering how long they’d been stuck on this assignment, which had completely blindsided them from day one. Ran was significantly more irritable with how little sleep he’d managed since they’d been constantly on the move hunting the targets down, Rindou complaining about the other executives never getting stuck with missions such as this back-to-back like the three of them, the pair going back and forth about matters that didn’t amount to jack shit. Originally, this assignment was supposed to have been short and sweet, a single hour and be nothing more than a simple conversation; needless to say, it’d been two fucking weeks of hunting these cowards down instead as they’d made a point to dodge them for as long as they were capable. They’d been all over Japan, hitting up major cities, passing through small towns, going in endless circles chasing them, all to wind back up in Tokyo, as much as he enjoyed a game of cat and mouse, this one had tested even his patience. He was more than ready to speed up this drawn-out game, not end it, he’d be dragging that part out for as long as humanly possible with the way they’d been fucked with.

“Oi Sanzu; got any bright ideas?” the younger Haitani pressed, his voice teetering on exasperation.

They’d been stuck in this shootout for a solid five minutes and as short of a time as it sounded, a fair bit had already gone down, six bodies on the ground and unconscious for the time being, three still shooting. Bonten’s number two didn’t respond, shoving a new magazine into his handgun as he considered their options. They’d already taken down over half of these low lives, but the confined space of the alley was only making it difficult to get clean shots, too many corners to hide around, the enemy could’ve already run off had they not gotten bold enough to think they could take on the three of them and live. All of this could’ve been avoided if they’d just paid their fucking dues and instead, they’d slighted Koko; this should’ve been his shit to take care of, not theirs. Regardless, they had to wrap things up quickly before the authorities showed up, a good number of them may have been in Bonten’s pocket but not all of them, keeping those uninformed about the criminal side of things would let them continue to move freely in the public eye.

A soft hum left him in thought, throwing a quick glance around the corner at the targets before easing back, those idiots weren’t bothering to watch their back and should someone just happen to come up behind them…

‘Bang.’

A wide grin formed on his lips, that would work just fine for the time being. He’d take the ringleader’s head back to Mikey after he had his fun, there were plenty of their warehouses close by where he could do so, and the Haitani Brothers could bail out no sooner did they have answers they needed. It’d been far too long since he’d had to put lower ranked scum in their place, those that had been with them for a while knew better, the new ones too starstruck by their boss that they couldn’t do jack without being given step by step instructions, but then there were those who’d become complacent, it’d be a while before another bunch got there so he’d have to enjoy this for all it was worth. His head turned to swivel between the pair briefly, giving a short sign that he’d handle it and just needed them to cover long enough for him to end things, quick nods in affirmation coming from the both of them. He had to be quick about this, find the shortest route before the enemy realized only two guns were being fired back at them, otherwise they were in for an even bigger headache. His footsteps may not have been silent, but they didn’t have to be this time around, the banging noises sounding all around kept him from blowing his cover as he sped off, ducking into another alley to begin the process of circling around to the enemy’s side.

‘What a waste of time.’

Koko had wanted them to collect what was owed to their organization, that was originally the mission, and it should’ve been a simple hour at most conversation, leaving with a duffel filled with cash and heading back to headquarters to present it to the treasurer, as was the usual routine on the twelfth of every month. Upon arrival to the location, it’d become clear relatively quickly that the trash had turned tail and bolted, taking the loan (including interest) with them which had forced the three of them into the current situation. They hadn’t had much time at all, Rindou dashing into the driver’s seat while Ran put his phone to his ear with intent to touch base with the treasurer about what had happened, himself sending a bombardment of texts to a multitude of their people in order to get a solid trail to follow and within seconds, they were speeding down the streets of Tokyo in what would wind up being the biggest headache the three of them had dealt with in four months. They hadn’t had much of a chance to avoid it, not only had they already been out but they were the best choice out of all of the executives, which had been proven time and time again over the last several years they’d all been working together.

It always seemed to be them dealing with these types of matters, Mocchi never did jack shit except complain, drone on and on about how the lack of rivalry made for a boring time, Akashi only knew how to spend money like he was some kind of aristocrat even though the fucker was useless and didn’t contribute fuck all. Koko kept them more than just afloat, he was always coming up with new ways to make money, new business ventures, the newest being the lavish hostess bar the Haitani had invested in, hiding the prostitution ring within plain sight. Kakucho was just as valuable, always taking care of the tedious tasks that he himself wasn’t interested in handling, the face aspects of Bonten for the public eye which freed him up to do what he did best. He was number two for a reason, not only was he the most loyal to their leader out of the whole organization but he’d been watching his back the longest out of everyone, well before Bonten, before Kanto Manji, and even before Tokyo Manji Gang. His memories may have been messy with the way that things had changed back then but one thing certainly had not, Sano Manjiro was and always would be, a king. The Invincible Mikey was still undefeated to this day and was awe inspiring, there wasn’t anyone else out there that would go beyond the limits for that man like he had over the years, he’d do anything if it meant supporting him; by extent, this trash had disrespected the king and that shit absolutely wasn’t going to fly.

‘Now.’

Sanzu didn’t hesitate, coming around the corner and raising his handgun with practiced ease, squeezing the trigger without regret. The loud bang that followed the first shot had the other two enemies abandoning the shootout with the Haitani Brothers and whipping their heads around, two pairs of eyes blown wide with shock while they watched the third remaining member of their group collapse after taking a bullet to the chest. He’d purposely avoided vital organs and would do so with the other two, his katana was calling to him and it’d been quite a while since he’d brought his old friend out to play, he’d have a grand ole time slicing these pricks up for the next several hours…or days. The pink-haired man didn’t waste a second nor let the enemy get the upper hand, firing another two shots without batting an eye, a crazed grin forming on his scarred lips no sooner did they hit the ground with pained howls and giggled quietly to himself, maybe he’d kill just one right now so the other two knew that he meant business before he kicked them so hard that they blacked out.

“You stood against the king.” He drawled, his voice filled with malice; his hand rose, aiming the gun at the closest piece of trash. “Thought you were more when you were nothing but pawns.”

Another dark giggle came from him, inaudible over the screams filling the filthy alley and he made to squeeze the trigger again, his aquamarine orbs gleaming sadistically with anticipation. He’d been waiting months to get rid of this filth and they’d finally opened up the door that gave him the opportunity to do so, stealing from Koko was the same as stealing from Mikey and he’d make damn sure they knew it even beyond their last wheezing breath.

“Do you have to be so dramatic every time?”

Sanzu didn’t budge a centimeter at the words, the gun still raised while he side-eyed the elder Haitani with amusement, that was rich coming from him of all people when out of all the executives, he was the definition of a drama queen and all about putting on a good show. Rindou sighed heavily, looking entirely aggravated, whether it was over the situation or Ran’s constant antagonizing he wouldn’t know, the man moved a hand through his hair leisurely, walking next to his brother while they approached. He took the brief moment to observe the state of things, each of their shots had purposely avoided vital organs but there was no guarantee that every man lying on the ground hadn’t been hit in a precarious spot with all the moving around they’d done, bleeding out was a possibility, so was being dead but they still had three that were breathing. The only thing that would be ruined if that were the case was his future fun, they’d have to check pulses before dragging all the bodies off to the closest warehouse, regardless of if every one of those men weren’t breathing, bodies would have to be disposed of, made to disappear.

“At the very least, find out where they stashed Koko’s money before you shoot them.” Ran continued with composure, his lilac eyes filled with boredom; he could’ve scoffed, he may have been impulsive but not so much that he’d fuck himself into being forced to listen to the greedy bastard bitch. “I’d rather not listen to his complaints by coming back emptyhanded.”

“Been on our ass every day for the past two weeks.” The younger added with a grumble; he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his buzzing phone and tapping at the screen with a single hand.

As much of a pain as it was, it looked like they would have to get the answers before he could indulge in his fun because there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that the treasurer had been the one to send the text Rindou was currently engrossed in. He’d been blowing them all up multiple times a day since they’d gone on the hunt, text messages, phone calls, video chats, the impatient fuck couldn’t take a hint that they were busy; if he wanted this done right, then he should’ve left them in peace to do what they had to do to wrap things up. An over-the-top sigh left him in exasperation, but the pair were right, they needed answers, Mikey would be less than pleased if he offed the enemies before they could get that six hundred thousand back and he sure as shit didn’t want to listen to Koko’s complaints; what happened nine months ago was a prime example of what would happen should he do as he pleased, rather than what was needed.

“Very well.” He agreed grudgingly; he shifted his hand just barely, redirecting the gun to point in the direction of the man’s dick rather than his head, his smile widened dangerously. “Tell us where you stashed it.”

“Shinjuku, in Shinjuku!” the man exclaimed, his voice teetering on hysterical.

“Traitor!” another voice bellowed, sounding pissed to high heaven.

“You’re a dead man!” a different voice barked.

“Fuck you, like you wouldn’t rat if there was a gun…”

He arched an eyebrow, the squabbling between the three would’ve been entertaining had they not been on the wildest goose chase of their damn lives in the past two weeks, but his patience was worn down to nothing, he was leaning towards pistol whipping the fucks into an unconscious state as soon as they gave up the location. Both his companions seemed to be on the same page, they were just as sick of this shit as he was and they needed to get a move on before the sound of sirens broke through the stillness, the Haitani Brothers could collect the money and get it back to the treasurer before the night was out. He’d use his time getting to know their new friends, he wouldn’t be making it back to headquarters until he had everything that he needed from them, and it’d take a few days at the least, he had nine new buddies to befriend and that itself would take a fair share of time; Mikey deserved a thorough and enlightening report after all.

“How unsightly.” Ran mused, his voice distasteful; the younger of the two scoffed with a roll of his eyes, his lilac eyes that matched his brother’s pair still zeroed in on his phone.

“Get on with it Sanzu.” Rindou spoke, his tone irritable; the pink-haired man hummed quietly in acknowledgement, shifting the gun again just barely. “Koko’s about to lose his damn mind so we need more than a district.”

“Yes, yes. I know.” He retorted airily, the smile dropping off his face and a deep frown replacing it.

It didn’t seem as though they had the time to drag out the fun for answers since the authorities would be approaching before long, either they press to get what they needed, or they’d have to haul nine bodies off to one of the warehouses nearby. That itself would be a pain in the sense that they’d wind up getting stuck waiting for one of the traitors to come to and it’d be a guessing game on who would give up the location, they didn’t have all the time in the world but if it came to that, they wouldn’t have much of a choice. Without a word, he squeezed the trigger, a loud bang followed that was essentially drowned out by a horrid scream, the bullet lodging itself in the man’s knee; he didn’t know why in the fuck he had to do all the work to make these fucks immobile when Rindou was the one that could easily snap bones without much effort, he’d boasted about that shit all of their teenage years just for him to get lazy.

‘How boring.’

“Where’d you stash it, you worthless fucks?” he pressed lowly, his tone dangerous; he already had a feeling he knew where, men like this didn’t know anything about discretion and were entirely clueless when it came to hiding within plain sight.

“Kabukicho.” One replied, voice teetering on panicked.

“Should’ve known.” Rindou muttered, sounding just as unimpressed as he was; the younger Haitani tapped at his phone, obviously letting Koko know that they had an answer and when to expect them back. “Traffic’s gonna be a pain this time of night.”

“The redlight district is always popular on Friday.” Ran followed up, his voice expressing he was the furthest thing from surprised; Bonten owned plenty of businesses over there, it was easier to hide the gambling rings within the hostess clubs. “Ask Koko if anyone thought to collect rent while we’ve been busy, I’d rather get it all done in one go if not.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” The younger sighed heavily.

That hadn’t crossed Sanzu’s mind, the three of them were always the ones collecting “rent” and if no one had thought to do so while they’d been on this wild goose chase, it would make sense why the treasurer was so impatient for them to wrap things up. Yet again, Mocchi and Akashi were fucking useless, either of them could’ve been taking care of these things while they’d been busy. Kakucho always stayed at Mikey’s side during times like this when he had to be away to take care of various matters, he was the only one that the pink-haired man could trust to actually watch their boss’s back, he’d been disappearing a little more often than usual lately, but he’d expected as much, that day was approaching faster than anticipated. He’d be skipping out next month, as he did every year to be Mikey’s shadow for the day in question, the Haitani Brothers would have to take care of these things on their own and maybe this time, Akashi would do something to help instead of drowning himself in alcohol like he did every fucking year.

‘Worthless piece of shit, should’ve offed him myself when I had the chance.’

Thinking about that wouldn’t do him a bit of good, he hadn’t taken the opportunity and now he was stuck dealing with the prick until he kicked the bucket, zero chance that he’d be taken out since he didn’t do anything that could be seen as dangerous, the most he could hope for was alcohol poisoning. With a heavy breath, he fired the gun without so much as a glance, a different sounding scream filling the air upon the bullet’s impact, followed by another with the third shot; now they wouldn’t have to worry about the pricks running away.

“Where in Kabukicho?” Sanzu drawled, his voice demanding; again, whatever patience he’d possessed at the start of this was nonexistent, they’d been jerked around for too long and he was going to snap if they didn’t get answers. “You have three seconds before I gauge out your eyes.”

He’d do it regardless no matter what the filth chose to do, but a satisfied grin formed on his lips at the babbling answer that came from all three enemies, now all that was left to do was have the time of his life for the next few days, he’d be dragging this out for all it was worth.

“Fucking finally.” Rindou complained with a groan; the elder of the two breathed a sigh of relief, there was no doubt he was already prepared to sleep through the whole weekend after they finished this. “Shit took too long.”

“Being stubborn did nothing to help you.” Ran commented, his voice every bit of bored. “Just put off the inevitable, you were doomed from the start.”

‘Tch, and he called me dramatic.’

His aquamarine-colored eyes rolled as he lowered the pistol, mentally preparing himself for the drawn-out process of carrying (dragging) nine separate bodies to the closest warehouse and he was much too sober for how much of a pain in the ass it would be; what remained of his pills were in the car and…

“Rindou, get the car.” He instructed, his head turned to face the man in question; not only would he have his shit but transporting the bodies would be a piece of cake, it didn’t matter if the trunk was a tight fit, the trash would fit even if they had to break bones to make it happen. “Need to get a move on.”

“I’m surprised we haven’t heard sirens yet.” The elder hummed, his voice thoughtful.

“Hideki’s buying us some time.” The younger followed up with a scoff, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world; he tucked his phone back in his pocket quickly, catching the set of car keys with ease. “Don’t think they’ll all fit though Sanzu.”

“Tch, they will.” He retorted, a sadistic gleam in his eyes; he pressed his boot against a man’s elbow lightly, applying the smallest amount of pressure. “You’re the one that used to go on about snapping bones like toothpicks, can shape them however we went.”

There wasn’t any other option, he wasn’t going to make two trips and he sure as shit wasn’t carrying nine limp bodies that would be nothing but deadweight, everything had been a clusterfuck up until now and he was going to make things as easy for himself as possible. First things first, Rindou had to get the car, he and Ran could knock these bastards out while they waited, all they’d been doing was being over the top with their howling and screaming. You’d think he was skinning them alive when all he’d done was shoot them, the legs were nonvital to begin with so they were just being a bunch of pussies, overly dramatic pansies that certainly wouldn’t shut up unless they were knocked out cold, he’d be sure to gag every one of them once they were all settled in; there wasn’t a chance he could listen to this for a few days when he only had enough pills left to make it through the night and tomorrow morning. It was absurd that they were making so much noise, it wasn’t going to change anything and they were certainly going to die by his hand so it didn’t make a lick of sense why anyone would go out of their way to be so dramatic when they knew that there was no avoiding the end; why not accept it in stride and die with a little bit of honor?

‘Ridiculous, it isn’t like there’s anyone that can hear…’

His eyes went wide when it all clicked into place, the trash hadn’t had the time to actually stop to stash that cash, they’d been on the move the whole time they’d been chasing after them, they’d passed it off to someone else to do for them and led them on to protect the true ringleader of this fiasco. This extended outside of Bonten and was more complex than they’d ever thought, it hadn’t been a simple grab and go, it’d been planned out which could only mean one thing; they were about to be ambushed. No sooner had he realized just what was in the works, he caught movement from the corner of his eye and instantly whipped the gun in that direction with intent to pull the trigger.

“Ran, Rindou! It’s a-”

His words were drowned out by the heavy stream of shots being fired from multiple directions, none of which Sanzu nor his companions had time to pinpoint, they’d jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire; they were furthest thing from being prepared to combat something such as this. His adrenaline was shooting through the roof as he booked it as fast as he could, throwing himself behind the closest corner, his back meeting the wall.

‘Fucking shit.’

If he would’ve known they’d wind up in a situation like this, he would’ve brought more ammo, only half a magazine in his handgun, one full clip in his pocket, and he knew his fellow executives had to be worse off as they’d covered for him earlier. His head swiveled in all directions, finding the Haitani Brothers with relative ease, both of whom were on the far other side of the alleyway, the trash had managed to separate their group and handicap them. Rindou had taken a bullet to the leg and the shot had been the furthest thing from clean from what he could tell with the distance, the dark expression on Ran’s face told him as much as he looked over his brother, his own bleeding arm not even on his radar. He could feel a sharp sting lingering around in his side, glancing down to see red seeping through his dress shirt, he’d gotten lucky enough to only be grazed but that would only help them so much. The younger Haitani was spitting venom that couldn’t be heard over the continuous sound of fire bouncing off the walls, unable to heave himself to his feet which ultimately meant that he wouldn’t manage to make it out of the fray without support.

‘Damn pissants, fuck!’

His head was going a million miles a minute while he racked his brain on what they could do, they didn’t have the means to stand their ground, low on ammo, an injury that couldn’t be ignored nor overlooked and would only make more problems for them should they make attempts to take out the scum. Their only option was running but even that would be difficult considering that Rindou wouldn’t be able to do so on his own, Ran sure as shit wouldn’t leave his brother behind and if they were going to get the hell out of dodge, he’d have to cover long enough for the pair to make it back to the car. A limited number of bullets, no ideas on how many enemies had appeared, no clue if any of the ones they’d taken down had regained consciousness, no inclination to how many numbers he’d be stuck facing and if he ran out of bullets, they would certainly be in a rough spot. An inaudible giggle left his lips, leaning his head back against the wall.

‘Challenge accepted, pricks.’

He focused his gaze back to the pair, shots were still going strong and drowning out any chance of calling out to his companions, but it was almost as if they could tell he wanted to grab their attention, both heads turning in his direction. The younger’s face was filled with contempt towards the enemy, looking pissed to high heaven and the elder’s expression would’ve matched had he not been capable of holding composure in stressful situations, they were just as aware of how tough of a spot they were in right now. His hand rose, signaling to them that he’d cover for the time being, Ran nodding in understanding. Out of everything, covering for them wouldn’t be the hardest part, making it across the alleyway without being turned into Swiss cheese was and he’d essentially fucked himself, nothing on the other side of him except a dead end; he didn’t have anywhere to go except forward once his fellow executives made it to safety. Four minutes at most, if he could hold out that long without running out of ammo then the brothers will have made it to the car and then he could bolt, fire shots as needed and with a little luck, make it out of this mostly unscathed.

‘Tch, what a pain.’

Regardless of how much of a drag this was going to be, he didn’t have any other options, it was the only way all three of them were going to live to see the next day. Bonten’s number two gave one final nod, silently urging Ran to get a move on and sidestepped closer to the corner, waiting until the shots thinned out just enough before whipping his gun around, firing a few of his own off. Four minutes, he just had to make it four minutes, save at least five bullets for the dash across the alley and when he made it, take off full force to the car; they’d escape by the skin of their teeth, and he’d take out as many of these fools as possible. He was conscious of just how many times he squeezed the trigger, glancing every few seconds towards the other side of the alley to see just how much progress his companions continued making as the seconds ticked by, his piercing eyes narrowing when he noticed an enemy making attempts to go towards the alley in question, firing off a shot that dropped him like a fly. The short moment he was distracted bit him in the ass and he threw himself back around the corner, a slew of curses falling from his lips over the searing pain in his shoulder, red painting more of his dress shirt.

A breath of total frustration left him as he discarded the empty magazine, jamming his sole remaining clip into the gun and readied himself to return fire again, two more minutes, he just had to make it two more fucking minutes. Once they were out of this shitshow, he’d be gathering a shit ton of their people to annihilate these bastards, they wouldn’t be getting off easy, he’d torture them for weeks after what they’d pulled. He didn’t let himself hesitate, he could hear his pulse thumping in his ears and feel just how hard his heart was pounding from adrenaline as he whipped around the corner once again, returning fire with intent to drop as many enemies as possible. Thin them out, make it easier for himself for when it was time to fly like a bat out of hell, they’d regret crossing Bonten when this was all over, their betrayal wouldn’t be forgiven, and he’d make an example out of every damn one of them so no one would ever have the audacity to oppose them again. He wasn’t bothering to avoid fatal shots this time around, purposely aiming for skulls and organs with each squeeze of the trigger. Some of the trash they’d taken out at the beginning had regained consciousness and were firing back, all of whom had shit accuracy to begin with but there were already too many bullets flying, even with each body he dropped they didn’t seem to be thinning out which could only mean one thing, more were joining the shootout.

‘Shit.’

They were making attempts to back him into a corner and if they were doing so to him then there was just as high of a chance that they were already in route to pulling the same thing on the Haitani Brothers, if they hadn’t already; they’d meant to separate them and had succeeded. Four minutes he’d meant to be used for his companions to get to safety and instead, those four minutes had given the enemy the upper hand against them, if he didn’t go now then he was fucked. Seven shots left, no more clips, his other handgun in the glove compartment of the car, the odds were certainly against him, but Sanzu Haruchiyo wasn’t the type to just roll over when shit got hard, he may lose the battle, but he’d make damn sure he won the war. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give his head time to come up with questionable scenarios and just went with it, abandoning the shootout and darting across the alley as fast as he could move. He didn’t stop nor did he slow down, not when he felt the air stir around him from bullets whizzing passed him, not when footsteps equivalent to a pack of elephants filled his ears, not even when he felt what was very clearly a bullet lodge into that same shoulder that had already been shot.

‘Fuck me!’

Faster and faster, he knew the path as they’d just come that way possibly fifteen minutes prior when they’d been chasing down the pricks, taking the turns without skepticism. His hand rose at the sight of an enemy coming out of one of the side alleys, firing off a single shot that hit him dead center. He wasn’t in a good spot; his adrenaline may have been climbing higher and higher but that wouldn’t do a damn thing for him when he ran out of ammo. A shot fired off from some distance behind him, a sharp hiss leaving him when the bullet grazed his leg but still, he didn’t stop, he was almost there, and they could get the fuck out of-

‘Fucking shit!’

Sanzu nearly lost his balance when the car came into view along with fifteen men that were very clearly enemies, the brothers nowhere in sight and if he hadn’t been in a tough spot before, he certainly was in one now. He made to duck into a side alley to avoid the bastards, a slew of curses falling from his lips when another shot rang out, pain in his thigh that was nothing like the last several times he’d been grazed or shot.

‘Damn it!’

A bullet may not have lodged itself into his leg that time and as great as that could’ve been, his phone taking the hit was the worst thing that could’ve happened, communications were down now, he wouldn’t be able to get in contact with anyone until well after he ditched these assholes. No backup, six bullets left, more enemies than he could fathom, no transportation, no ideas about Ran and Rindou’s current state.

‘Fuck!’

Fuck was right, he was fucked and unless he could ditch these losers, he’d be even worse off than he was right now because there was zero chance that he’d been shown any mercy. He had to come up with something, his stamina would eventually crash, adrenaline couldn’t keep him going forever, and if he was going to get out of this alive then-

Sanzu was almost knocked clear off his feet when he felt a bullet lodge itself into his chest and didn’t have to guess to know that it hadn’t come out the other side, it was fucking stuck, just like the one in his shoulder and had it been any further to the right then it would’ve hit-

Another hit, hardly any of these shots were clean and the next bullet had made a home in his shoulder blade.

‘Damn it, I’ll skin every one of these fuckers alive.’

If he made it out of this alive, he’d definitely make it happen, but he wasn’t naïve, things weren’t looking good for him.

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i rlly need to change my theme. it's too sunny for this man and tokyorev; i dont write for twst as much anyway. aaa anyway,,,,,,,

@softbajis gave me ideas for another rindou headcanon post. him being tokyorev's 2nd best bf and all. aaaa writing this while listening to this playlist (on musi but for yall it's youtube 💕). it was her birthday the other day, anyway. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY HALLE BERRY!! ilyyy! sorry it's late! aaaaa 🥺

gender neutral. 18+: a little nudity, nothing sexual though. tokyo revengers spoilers?? maybe? bonten!haitani rindou. (i, personally, have had nothing but bonten rin brainrot on the mind.) though, on occasion, this will be specifically tailored to @softbajis 's tastes.

— rindou and (name) going on a shopping spree for new furniture for their new place.

— it was weird moving out from ran's place and several nights rindou couldn't sleep. even though he woke up to his partner laying peaceful beside him, the apartment still felt empty without his brother sleeping in the next room over.

— so after the 5th night of (name) waking up at three in the morning to rindou lounging on the balcony, a cigarette in hand, rindou took a day off and the two went shopping for little household items to make their small, one bedroom apartment seem more like home.

— they spend the whole day going from store to store. rindou follows behind his lover shyly smiling down at her as they happily coo over and daydream about where to place a decoration or a light fixture.

— definitely carries the bags. he isn't the tallest but he is definitely one of the strongest in (name)'s life. he enjoys it too! gives him a chance to flex his strength; carrying their shopping bags feeds his ego and gives him a sense of pride.

— knowing their favorite color is purple, rindou finds a pair of cute key hooks that pop open revealing white kitten/ inside when a key is hung from the bottom of the cats' boxes.

— rindou knows how much his roommate and lover likes their games. while the two were out, he sneaks off to an electronic store and orders a full, state of the art gaming set-up complete with a purple pair of cat-ear headphones and a purple gaming microphone.

— may have asked his brother to come over one day when mikey sent everyone home early to help set everything up while (name) was out at work. definitely shooed him out the door, though, once they were done. this was his surprise to (name), after all!! he wanted to see their face when he proudly lied and said it was all him!

— probably also got those tiktok room string lights but in purple for (name)'s and his home study. for their room his got the same lights but in white.

— both are usually pretty good when it comes to going to bed on time. but sometimes, rindou would stay up late mixing music one headphone on while (name) sits beside him on their computer farming a domain or playing through a quest.

— when they have a free moment/a free hand, they definitely, slowly entwine their fingers together.

— occasionally distracts (name) when their favorite character appears or when they're wishing on a character banner: "one kiss for every wish." gets a little jealous when they talk about how pretty their favorite characters are, hence the kisses, gentle touches, and affectionate nicknames (i.e. princess, my sweet girl, baby girl, doll, my queen, etc.) whenever a certain character appears on the screen.

— he still adores them though and loves to see them happy and smiling. bonten is well-known, wealthy organization, after all, and gladly replenishes (name)'s crystal top-up for them. also got into their favorite games and will co-op with them and give them assistance and advice with certain domains or bosses or character builds.

— one of the most patient men in tokyo, regardless of what other rival gangs and coworkers say. and that definitely shows when the the couple spend quality time relaxing in (name)'s favorite region simply exploring together after a long day.

— lets (name) sit on his lap while they play and rewarding and teasing them with surprises kisses and nose bumps.

— rindou isn't too big into skincare and haircare, unlike his brother ran. but he does the bare minimum, at least. will settle in together in the tub or shower and wash each other's backs and hair massaging their scalps and shoulders for each other. after they're all clean, (name) will do rindou's skincare routine.

— the soft, admiring, loving look rindou gets in his eyes as (name) rubs the moisturizer into his face and across the bridge of his nose. he cannot resist pecking their face with kisses. loves to hear his giggles as he does so.

— lots of "i love you, princess" and "how did i get so lucky?" will immediately get shut down, though, the second he says "i don't deserve you."

— once their skincare routines are done, he snuggles up to (name) pulling them close to his chest. loves it when (name) traces the huge, matching tattoo he got with his brother. definitely groans and hums as their fingers brush against his collarbone and his ribcage.

— lots of kisses!!!

— definitely gets a good night's rest for the first time since he moved in with them.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #headcanons #haitani rindou #haitani rindou headcanons

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A new beginning

Tetsurō Kuroo x reader

It was the beginning of a new school year when your parents came to you with the unexpected news of moving to Tokyo. Your father had long aspired to become the coach of the national volleyball team, and now that he had been offered the chance to coach the Japanese Olympic team, he was beside himself with happiness. But for you, it meant leaving your life and friends behind and moving to a completely unfamiliar country whose language you didn't speak.

Of course you were happy for your father and you supported him with all your heart. After all, it was his dream since as far back as your memory goes. In his younger years, he played what he calls "B" volleyball, never at the professional level. But when he met his future wife, and a few years later you were born, he was always raving about how he wished he could coach young talents. Yet, despite everything, you couldn't shake that heavy feeling in your stomach that wouldn't go away.

...

You transferred to Nekoma High about halfway through your sophomore year. In the six months or so before the move, you learned to read and write a few kanji characters through intensive Japanese tutoring, but mostly you focused on the spoken language. You didn't want to make a complete idiot of yourself in front of your new classmates, but unfortunately you were still at a beginner's level and learning a completely foreign language was challenging for you. Your teachers took pity on you and most of your new friends tried to help you. You didn't understand everything, but you were able to communicate with broken Japanese.

One day, Aoi-chan came to you with an idea: "You haven't joined any clubs yet, have you? Why don't you try it? Don't you think you'd learn to communicate better in our language that way?" You didn't think it was a bad idea at the time, but now, standing in front of the closed gym door from which the sound of squeaking soles, crossing boys' voices and deafening ball thuds could be heard, you wanted to be anywhere but here.

You never really excelled in sports, and when you heard that the boys' teams here in Japan had club managers, you thought it was the perfect role for you. Your father brought his work home with him more often than not, so you learned a lot about volleyball and thought the sport would be perfect for you. Now? How could you think of such a stupid idea? Isn't there any chance of getting out of this? With terror in your eyes, you looked at the teacher who accompanied you as he reached for the door handle, but your silent "wait" escaped his ears.

"Team, I'd like to introduce you to a new member." He got the attention of everyone present and you hid behind his back with a jump. You can still get away, right? "Starting today, the boys' volleyball team has its own manager."

A number of excited voices started shouting over the news, and you knew it was too late to run for it. Among the wave of shouts and questions you heard "who is she?", "What year is she in?", "What's her name?" and "Is she cute?" Yamada-sensei turned to you helplessly, and you knew that was your cue. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing pulse before stepping into the hunting trap in front of you.

"I don't know if I'm cute, but my name is Y/N and I'm in my second year. It's nice to meet you all." You were glad you didn't stutter with nervousness and could only hope you sounded as natural as you thought you did.

"European...!" One of them shouted with his finger pointed at you. When you gave him a weak smile and an uncertain wave, his face quickly turned a fiery red and he turned his face away to the other side. So much for the first good impression.

"Eeeh..." Came uncomfortably close to your ear, making you jump in surprise. To your left, an impossibly handsome young man bent down to your level, sizing you up with a serious expression on his face. A raven's nest instead of hair fell into his hazel, cat like eyes when a huge playful smirk adored his features. "I'd say you're more than cute, beautiful. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better and starting to date you." He spoke in a calm, seductive voice, and you were sure you were blushing just as much if not more than the boy with the shaved sides a moment ago. Your brain's ability to think was gone.

"Here goes the provocation expert." The vice-captain sighed in defeat.

"Please ignore what our captain says. My name is Yaku and I look forward to working with you." You're joined by another member, considerably shorter one with auburn hair. "Most of what he says is nonsense." Another boy with grown-out blonde hair fills in as the rest of the team gradually coalesces around you, spouting one name after another. You try your best to remember them all, but you already know you won't be able to remember most of the names the next day. Despite being told not to take his words to heart, you secretly hoped they were true, not just a way for you to fit in.

"There's a dozen other things you could have said to her and you chose this?" Kenma frowned at Kuroo, then glanced warily in your direction. Granted, Kuroo’s awkward pick up line had broken the tense ice, but he was sure you had gotten mixed signals because of it now, and he felt sorry for you. He didn't want you to be the next victim to fall head over heels in love with Kuroo only to be heartbroken. Kuro's response, however, left him more shocked than his poor flirting skills.

"I meant it. I can’t wait to date her."

Although your ears didn't register Kuroo's last words, his simple ‘I meant it’ erased all the heavy feelings that had been weighing you down for eight months and you finally felt light headed. Maybe moving to Tokyo wasn't so bad.

#tetsurō kuroo #kuroo #tetsuroo kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader #testuro kuroo x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #hq x y/n #hq x you #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #tetsuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine

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brainbuffering · 2 years

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12 Days of Manga 2022

Day 10: Top 3 Favourite Completed Manga

(These aren’t necessarily series that ended THIS year, but they are series that I personally completed this year!)

1) Sweat and Soap by Kintetsu Yamada from Kodansha (T: Matt Treyvaud L: Sara Linsly E: Kristin Osani)

[ID: English Cover of Sweat and Soap Vol 11. A goofy shot of the entire wedding party for Asako and Natori‘s wedding. Asako wears a white lace dress and Koutaro wears a matching white suit.]

“In an office romance, there's a fine line between sexy and awkward... and that line is where Asako -- a woman who sweats copiusly -- met Koutarou -- a perfume developer who can't get enough of Asako's, er, scent. Don't miss a romcom manga like no other!

Asako's living her dream, working at the toiletry maker Lilia Drop. Little do her coworkers know, the reason she loves the company so much is that she's ashamed of her body odor, and their soap is the only thing that does the trick. So when the company's lead product developer, a perfuming genius, approaches her in the lobby and wonders what "that smell" is, she's terrified... but could it be... that he likes it? And, even more surprising to Asako... does she like him?

The hilarious ups and downs of an office romance at a personal care products company are the subject of this sexy, strange romp.

Sweat and Soap combines the odd-couple chemistry of Wotakoi, the "too real!" workplace comedy of Aggretsuko, and a heavy dollop of office steaminess!”

Sweat & Soap is yet another one of those manga that appears on everyone’s lists and actually deserves to be there. Which, if you want to be all 2013 Hipster about it, is incredibly frustrating but from every other perspective it is delightful and wonderful that a series that focusses on clear communication is so popular! If you’re looking for a series that deal with how kink negotation can be applied to every day life then this is one I can whole heartedly recomend!

Because that’s what Sweat & Soap comes down to: communication. Whilst Yamada admits the series began as simply them wanting to write about a big breasted office lady who got easily flustred (and honestly: valid) it quickly became something far more meaningful and stand out. Anytime I thought that a scene was a little off or that consent wasn’t clearly given it was talked about by the characters in an open and honest fashion!

When Ichise was introduced, i was worried it was going to decend into some sort of rival love triangle where both girls were out to get eachother; but rather what happened was a mature look at missed-out-love from her perspective, and clear boundry setting from Asako and Natori. It would be unreasonable for Asako to ask Natori to never speak to his work friend again, but it is not unreasonable for her to ask him to be less physically affectionate with her. He might see her like a little sister, but that doesn’t mean she is his little sister.

This series encapulates all that the phrase “Adult Romance” should. There’s sex, yes, but there’s also trying to figure out an appropriate work-life-balance, what to look for when moving into a new flat (advice I actualy used when moving out recently, so thanks for that on Yamada-sensei!) and how to get your girlfriend’s beloved family cat to actually play with you!!!!

I know I am going to be recomending this series for years to come, and I eagerly await to see if any of Yamada’s other work gets translated into English! Come on Kodansha, you like money, don’t you???

2) Tokyo Mew Mew by Reiko Yoshida and Mia Ikumi from Kodansha (T: Elina Curran L: AndWorld Design)

[ID: English Edition of Vol 3 of the Tokyo MewMew Omnibus. Ichigo wears a straawberry themed wedding dress and veil that is pushed back past her cat ears. She carris a bouquet of flowers, and sits in a ring of pink and yellow stars. The background is light pink with a pattern of baby pink strawberries.]

“Ichigo is out on a date with her 'crush' when suddenly she's involved in an odd incident in which her DNA is merged with the DNA of an almost extinct wildcat. When four other girls' DNA is merged with the DNA of four other almost extinct animals, it's apparent that they're part of a much bigger plan. Ichigo and her friends have been chosen to become a part of a secret project called the 'Mew Project'. Their mission: To protect the planet from aliens who are using animals to attack humans!”

I first read this series way back in year 9 of school, but I don’t think I ever got beyond volume 2 or 3? So when the anime was announced I decided to re-read the whole series. And what a lot of fun it has been!

It’s been fun to revisit this time in manga, and it reminded me of my love of Action Shoujo! It’s so quintessentially magical girl, but doesn’t have some of the more yikes tropes that have me hesitating to recommend Sailor Moon or Cardcaptor Sakura to children. (CLAMP... why? Why all the student-teacher relationships?!)

Sure, Quiche -- sorry: Kish -- is a major creep when it comes to declaring his undying love for Ichigo but he is the villain! If you’re going to have someone disrespect boundries, it should be painted as acts of criminality and evil!

And like all good Magical Girl shows, the focus remains on the power of female friendship and how they can raise eachother up! Just a group of lesbians supporting their bisexual leader as she fumbles her way through teen romance.

I’ll admit I felt the ending was a little rushed in places, which meant that some of the scenes that should have had huge emotional impact were brushed over too quickly. I’m hopeful though that the new anime will fix that problem and allow things to progresss at an appropriate pace. I think they’ve done a good job so far in adapting it, and another 12 episodes should be all it needs!

My biggest gripe with the series is how Kodansha localised the names so inconsistently, sometimes choosing to translate the characters’ names into their appropriate food related topics and sometimes not. But it appears that the fandom itself cannot decide what version to use so at least there’s consistency in the inconsistency. These decisions often come from above, specifically from the Japanese Team, so I don’t hold Curran responsible, but it’s still something worth noting in my opinion. If I ever find my TokyoPop versions I’ll be sure to do a comparison!

At only 7 Volumes across 3 Omnibus Editions, this is absolutely worth investing in if you’re looking for some old school magical girl fun! Be that as someone new to the genre, or a vetran looking to relive the glory days before everything was Pretty Cure.

Now come on Sentai, do every little girl a favour and dub this series into English!!!

On the topic of the anime... given Ikumi-sensei’s passing this year, i felt very emotional reading her thoughts on getting to see the orignal anime under production. She was so excited to see eveything made, and got the seiyuu to write up little messages as their characters for all the readers. It’s so sad that she never got to see the fans’ reaction to the reboot. I suppose it’s a reminder to cherish the moments we have together, and may her memory be a blessing to us all.

3) BL Metamorphosis by Kaori Tsurutani from SevenSeas (T: Jocelyne Allen L: Ray Steeves E: Jenn Grunigen)

[ID: English Cover for Vol 5 of BL Metamorphosis. Ichinoi (an elderly woman) and Urara (a teenage girl) sit on a japanese verander drinking tea in the sunshine. There are plants growing all around them. Ichinoi looks u at the sky, and Urara looks groggily in a similar direction.]

“In this heartwarming and award-winning manga originally known as Metamorphose no Engawa, an elderly woman and a high school girl develop a beautiful friendship through their shared passion for Boys' Love.

Ichinoi, a seventy-five-year-old woman living a peaceful life, unwittingly buys a boys' love manga one day, and is fascinated by what she finds inside. When she returns to the bookstore to buy the next volume, the high school girl working there-Urara, a seasoned BL fan-notices a budding fangirl when she sees one. When Urara offers to help Ichinoi explore this whole new world of fiction, the two dive into the BL fandom together, and form an unlikely friendship along the way.”

Age Gap Romances are OUT! Age Gap Friendships are IN!

BL Metamophosis was a wonderful slow paced read, perfect at 5 volumes. It was great to see Ichinoi and Urara form such a strong bond between them, not just because intergenerational friendships are so uncommon in media but also because it proved that it’s never too late to start a new hobby and make new friends! The pair learn a lot from eachother, there’s mutual value in their relationship and the story is much more than some cliched message about how “there’s value in youth and in age”.

Urara learns to become more confident in herself and in the things she loves due to Ichinoi’s encouragement, and Ichinoi learns that just because she’s only got a few more years left to live doesn’t mean that she has to just keep still. I was especially moved by seeing her reflecting on her past regrets, and seeing them through Urara’s fresh eyes and being determined to no longer live like that. She might be much older now than before, but if she wants to go to the top of Tokyo Tower than she will!

I will also have to say, as someone with varaious chronic conditions and mental health problems, Ichinoi’s determination to fight to stay alive until the final volume of her favourite manga is published was incredibly relateable!

As much as I would love to know how Urara is getting on at school and what her life plans are (is she going to try to make more BL Comics?) I’m very content with how the series eneded. It gave closure to everyone’s arcs, whilst giving it a realistically happy ending. Nothing felt out of place.

This is absolutely a manga I would recommend to anyone, whether they be Urara’s age of Ichinoi’s! I’d also consider it a great starter manga given how short it is, and whilst perhaps an understanding of BL tropes is helpful I don’t think it’s needed as Ichinoi is being introduced to the genre along with the reader. If anything, I’d be really interested to know what someone who doesn’t know anything about BL thinks of the series!

#Seinen #Shojo #manga #12 Days of Manga #12 Days of Manga 2022 #tokyo mew mew #Sweat and Soap #BL Metamorphosis

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