#and Kenji immediately interrupts

[brookslostarm]

Rewatching cc why does literally everything seem like foreshadowing

[sevikastrapjuice]

🎥 | the campaign

pairing: kenji sato x fem!reader

words: 3758

synopsis: [name] [surname] is a world-renowned model and was scouted to do a campaign with Japan's sweetheart, Kenji Sato for the well-known brand, Calvin Klein.

author's note: the one-shot is intended for mature audiences, as it contains sexual descriptions.

Owner of a caring personality and a body to die for, [name] [surname] has conquered an assertive place in the industry as one of the highest paid models. You always wanted to pursue a career in modeling; living abroad and helping out your family as you climbed the social ladder with the main goal of rubbing shoulders with the most influential people. It seemed to you, like an amazing idea, and closer to obtain than you could ever imagine.

In this particular day, [name] was absolutely stoked about the new campaign ahead! She had been working out, taking care of her body and maintaining a healthy diet. Everything in her power to be as prepared as possible for the photoshoot, later in the day.

At this moment, Reika, your best friend and manager, is lecturing you about how everything is going to happen. Brand details; location; the campaign itself...you always loved to get ready for a photoshoot. The thrill of meeting a new team was different every time and the butterflies, anxiously flying inside your stomach were no different as well.

"So, Reika, can you please stop with all this secrecy thing and tell me about the campaign! I know it's a "couple's" photoshoot so...who'll be my pair??" your air quotes, paired with your disgusted expression and eye roll, made Reika laugh at the sight of you. She knew the time would come, when she would have to reveal it to you...she was hopeful your attitude about it would be professional. She knew how much you hated Kenji Sato.

"Sooo...you'reshootingthecampaignwithKenjiSatothat'sit" the manager's fast speech caught you off guard, [name] could tell the information Reika had for her wasn't gonna be to her liking and she was right.

"Can you stop joking around and just tell me, like a normal person?"

Sure, she could announce that information to you but Reika knew that, even though your job required professionalism and seriousness, you couldn't maintain those attributes when it came to working; interacting; or even talking with/to Kenji. Reika knew how you fell about him and, consequently, your reaction was deeply awaited by the woman in front of you.

"You're shooting the Calvin Klein campaign with Kenji Sato... — you open your eyes, as wide as you possibly can, Reika doesn't even let you start a sentence, immediately interrupting your train of thought — I know! You don't like him and even though, I'll never understand why...I feel obligated to tell you that this photoshoot is more important than anything else"

You muttered in utter disbelief, baffled by such a disrespectful decision made by the people surrounding you. Reika crosses your arms, looking at you and as she frowned, you stopped.

"Right, okay, fine! Let's do this shit! The sooner we launch the campaign, the faster I can get rid of that cocky player" your reply caught Reika off guard as she was expecting you to react obnoxious and childish. She smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it up and down, showing you some sort of support.

"That's the spirit! Now, get ready! We need to get going." her eye smile makes you relax a bit, reaffirming how calming of a personality Reika has and how it affects your mood.

Grabbing the keys to your convertible on top of the kitchen counter, you two leave the house, full of excitement and expectations about the important photoshoot ahead you. "Body" by Megan Thee Stallion blasted on the radio, listening to music was your way to get into the photoshoots and interviews. One of the instruments you adopted to feel yourself and hype, music! Oh, and what an amazing way to calm your nerves, always worked. You always made sure to show up to your events or shoots with some treats for the team, and this time was no different! You stayed up, baking the night away, but the little cupcakes tasted, not to brag, divine.

As you pull up to the studio, Reika helps with the cupcake boxes. The ambience smelled so delicious, who knew that, besides being the hottest model in the world, you could also dribble in the kitchen world. A box full of surprises.

The photographers were awaiting you, as you were the last one arriving at the studio. Seeing all those people looking at you made you feel somewhat uncomfortable, as your cheeks automatically gained a dusted shade of red. You are a model, but you hate being the center of attention, especially the wrong one.

"Hello [name], I'm Kaito Hamato, I'll be the director for this shoot. It's so nice to meet you. Behind you it's your fitting room, the clothes are organized accordingly so, whenever you're ready" his smile was patient, you could tell he was nice by the way he guided you to the fitting room. The moment you enter that room, everything clicked! You'd be wearing lingerie in the same vicinity as that cocky player who thinks everyone is obsessed with him. You hated that. Sure, you couldn't deny, he sure was nice to look at, but either way, your focus on your job was way bigger right now.

Sitting in front of the mirror with your eyes closed as the makeup artist finishes your makeup, you couldn't help but to feel another presence in the area. Could be a heavier presence, meaning, a male one. It was until you heard the squeak sound of the makeup chair a few inches from you, that you slowly opened your eyes, only to see THE Kenji Sato sitting next to you, getting his makeup nice and fresh again.

The slow eye roll you gave him, made him chuckle. That reaction of yours was always  automatic at the sight of him.

"Wow, I didn't even said a word! Is that the power I exude over you? I'm flattered" his sarcastic and overconfident tone was sending you through the roof, you couldn't help but to squeeze your hands as hard as you could, making them get a shade lighter, such was not your annoyance expression.

"You're a complete prick, I hope you know that" your disgusted semblant is noticeable for miles and miles, you promised Reika to be civil and respectful but...with such an idiot by your side, those promises are sort of impossible to keep.

"Prick, huh? Trying out a new nickname, are we?" Kenji slightly lifts his eyebrow, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and looking at you for a hot minute. He won't even try to deny, he loves that game you two play. Still, he seems to not understand why the cold shoulders from your end, but how he loved to tease you. You were so easy for him to tease and make angry.

"Baby, you wish you had that much importance to me" the makeup artist gives you permission to get up from the chair, telling you to step into some other room to change outfits. The talk between you two ended as soon as you told Kenji you'd see him in a few minutes for the photoshoot.

In the makeup room, he runs his hands through his hair, shook by this interaction. It's not that he didn't want to have that intimacy with you, because believe me, he was thirsty for it.  But reaching you seemed too impossible, not even the most difficult women to conquer were as difficult as you have been.

When he received the campaign's proposal with you, he was thrilled, as he thought that, finally, he would have a chance to spend more time with you. Your encounters always seemed too fleeting for him, and he hated that.

"Mister Sato, [name] is ready to start shooting the campaign, we just need you, to start." Kaito informs, with the tender smile that characterizes him. Kenji nods and then gets up. His pecs, covered in oil for a wet look and the boxers that highlighted his body in a completely sensual way were all the directors needed to make sure the campaign was a success! Kenji was Japan's sweetheart after all, so would it be too soon to say, the campaign would be a worldwide phenomenon? I guess not.

"Is the princess ready?" your voice echoed in his ears, he was about to talk back at you when he completely froze. The body that stood in front of him, was also oiled up, highlighting your muscles and abs, as you crossed your arms the Calvin Klein bra made your breasts the center of attention. Seeing you like this drove Kenji wild, it was like he was seeing you in a different light, like a woman and not one of his one night conquests.

"Let's do this thing!" his absence of a comeback made you wonder what happened, he always had something to say and something to do in order to make you mad. You frowned but soon relaxed and agreed.

"So, this is a couple's campaign. I'll give you the directions, just follow them to the best of your abilities. [name] please, kneel in front of Kenji and straddle his legs. Make sure to lean forward."

While you're getting ready, one of the other photographers is helping Kenji out with his pose. He is seated with one leg bent and the other extended, holding your waist with one hand while his other hand rests on your thigh. You're are facing each other closely, foreheads touching, creating an intimate and affectionate moment. His cold hands make you instinctively shiver in contact with your warm skin. Your reaction caughts Kenji by surprise but it's pleasant to him, seeing you react to his touch.

Reika is happily observing the moment, feeling butterflies in her stomach and obsessing over your interaction with Kenji. She always thought you guys looked amazing together and when Calvin Klein reached out to her to discuss the next campaign, she was actually more excited about it than you.

"You smell really good" Kenji whispers, trying not to draw the photographer's attention as they're correcting your positions. You can't help to shyly smile as you hear his low voice next to your ear.

"T-thanks! You smell really nice as well" your voice sounded different than before. It was smoky, almost soft spoken, way different from the rough tone you used with Kenji earlier. Your cheeks, now painted a dusted coral shade, showed Kenji how comfortable you were with him. His broad smile, showing off his straight teeth could make you melt right there.

"Right kiddos, let's try another pose, this one was amazing. We're leaving for lunch after this one. I want to see something fun, out of the box. Kenji please use this chair, you sit on it and spread your legs. [name], you go sit at the edge on Kenji's knee."

You two do as you're told. However, you can't help but to add some details to the pose as you slightly bend down at the waist, leaning forward with your hands on the thighs. You're now dressed in the same grey lingerie and a denim jacket. Both of you can see the contentment in Kaito's face, his semblant was contagious.

Kenji's knee in contact with your pulsating cunt makes it hard for you to keep controlling your moans. He can feel this pose has some affects, as your pussy keeps getting warmer by the pose you guys are doing. Sato smirked and decided to add his own twist on the pose, grabbing your hair making you face the ceiling as your hands automatically go behind your back, holding onto his thighs. The photographers watching could feel the heat of the moment surrounding the studio, Kaito was living for every second of the photoshoot, he could see the billboards; the money; even more fame for the both of you; it was all coming together.

"Perfect! I can see this campaign will be grand guys. We'll have a lunch break now, feel free to change Kenji and [name]. See you in 40 minutes."

While the team prepared to head out for lunch, Kenji and you completely desfigured the pose you were in, relaxing a bit and heading off to each other's fitting rooms. Your heartbeat was increasing it's pace, you thought it might explode! Suddenly, he didn't piss you off that much? It was weird to think but, having in consideration the state he left your pussy during that fucking pose, it was appropriate to claim he left your heart skipping a beat.

It was just you and Kenji in that studio, he was in his fitting room and you in yours. For some odd reason, his shoulders and back hadn't left your mind, it's like those attributes of his were glued to your memory and refused to leave.

"Did I turned you on that much?" you froze, causing a huge vibration to run through your body, almost causing your trembling legs to collapse right there. Looking in the mirror in front of you, Kenji was pervertedly checking you out, measuring every inch of your almost naked body. His side smirk just caused you to feel even warmer for him.

"D-dont, don't know what you're talking about" The undeniable shake in your voice was everything Kenji needed to hear before turning you around to face him. Your face in between his long fingers as he squeezed those soft cheeks of yours, he loved when you had to look up at him and he loved putting his strength upon you, so those pretty eyes of yours would become teary.

"C'mon baby, I felt it! That warm pussy of yours gave you away"

As he kept squeezing your face in between his fingers, his other hand made a sinful path from your breasts, down to your stomach, reaching the soft material of your underwear. He'd look down and up, seeing you widen your eyes at his bold attitude. His cold hand, making it inside your underwear, touching your pussy, made you whimper and close your legs as the cold impact sent you shivers up your spine. Your hand, griping onto Kenji's forearm, would be filled with nail digging marks. The stimulation felt good and all but you needed freedom to talk to him when the moment required you to.

"Don't be so full of yourself Kenji" your words came out with some difficulty, that muffled voice of yours, by the position your mouth was in was making you anxious. You wanted to use your words as clearly as possible, without shaking or revealing any weakness, but how could you? Kenji was driving you crazy.

"You've been playing hard to get ever since you arrived, darling" Kenji slowly releases your face, caressing your cheek as a final contact. Your eyes meet, staring at each other, communicating everything you wish to say in words during your eye contact.

"I don't think I'm gonna last that long if you keep teasing me like that" your voice was needy, your entire body craved his touch. Surprise clouded his features, as Kenji's cat eye looking eyes darkened in pure desire.

"Always so impatient, beautiful? I can work with that." He remarked, guiding you towards the fitting room's couch, laying you down gently.

Kenji can't resist to pinning you down, placing each arm on each side of your shoulders and opening your legs with the help of his knee, positioning his leg in the middle of your bottom limbs. Your impatient whimpers make Kenji smile in satisfaction at the effect he has on you. The female body underneath Kenji, trembling at his invested knee contact against the thin fabric of her panties.

"Please...I beg you Kenji, fuck me" you desperately gasped at Kenji's touch against the fabric of your panties, almost begging him to tear them off your body.

"You sound so good using that pretty mouth of yours to beg for it. I'll make sure you have a great time" his lips get stuck like glue to your neck, you could mentally count the kisses and melt at the same time. Your nails, scratching his nape made him go wild, he couldn't control himself anymore, Sato needed you.

With one fast move, your panties are long, ripped apart, forgotten in some corner. You open your eyes in surprise, feeling thrilled at the moment. As your faces drew closer, the world around them seemed to fade away. His lips were soft and inviting, a perfect match for the warmth of your own. Their breaths mingled, a sensual and needed dance of anticipation and desire. A tentative brush that sent shivers down their spines, growing deeper and more urgent as you two surrender to the moment. Your tongues, working in unison to create a hot environment, you both needed each other.

"O-oh my...God! I can't- please- fuck me-" You said in between the kiss, your hand gently reaching the waistband of Kenji's boxers, feeling his pulsating cock in the palm of your warm hand. He grunts as soon your hand touches his member in despair.

He stands up quickly, Kenji's boxers already around his ankles. His massive cock makes you gag in shock by the size of it. Precum already sliding down his swollen tip, making you salivate.

As you're admiring his full body, you feel in your mind the need to sit down on the couch, opening your legs to him. The bralette is long gone as well, revealing that amazing set of tits of yours.

"Sit on my face, I want to taste you" Kenji walks towards you, laying down on the couch. He bites his bottom lip, seeing you get close to his face. Each leg of yours on each side of Kenji's head, his warm breath in contact with your clit makes you shiver. He pushes you down, grabbing onto your thighs, squeezing them tightly and aggressively. Your loud and startled moan echoes in the fitting room, his wet tongue drawing circles around your clit makes you reach out for his hair, grabbing onto it. With one hand on Kenji's locks, the other one is free to start masturbating the man underneath you.

The man's vibrating whimpers make you ride his face as you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. His cock is too big in comparison with your hand, that keeps stroking the full extension of his pulsating member. He was looking at you, riding his face without mercy, like a life size dildo, he was enjoying it so much.

"FUCK- I'm- gonna come" you thirsted your hips back and forth, riding Sato's face faster as you start feeling a buildup of pleasure, the tension accumulating in the lower region of your stomach was an indicator of the orgasm ahead.

His tongue movements increased rapidly, he wanted to provide you with the most intense orgasms.

As you're feeling contractions in your genital area, accompanied by involuntary muscle spasms, a sense of euphoria feels your body. You can almost hear your hear beat increase abruptly as you reach your climax. Can't help but to smear your cum all over Kenji's face who, satisfyingly smiles seeing how much he made you cum.

"Lay down gorgeous, I'll make you cum again...but now, on my dick"

With a fast and simple move, for Kenji, he switches positions, getting on top of you. He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his wet hardness against your needy opening, begging to be ravished by Kenji's hard wood.

All this teasing got your body going into a frenzy, as he pushed his cock inside you, you pushed him closer by hugging him. Your lips went directly into Kenji's neck, biting it and sucking on it, suppressing your gasp as your pussy was getting stretched by the extension of Sato's dick.

Kenji's manhood, hitting your g-spot several times made you dig your nails through his entire back. He was loving the way your body was reacting to being fucked by him, your eyes, getting blood shot from all the pleasure and all the heat was unbearable for him to watch without wanting to destroy you.

"My dear Lord, you're so mesmerizing like this, I could get used to fucking you every day" Every word, every stroke, every moan was a demonstration of how much the both of you were enjoying each other's bodies.

You put your wrist on your mouth, biting down onto it, you're grasping for air at this point! Feeling your neck tense up, hurting so hard that it's good. Kenji's blood flow on his genitalia was building up, indicating an orgasm. He feels his heart rate, muscles and neck tense as your pussy walls make it hard for him to escape your insides. Both of you are going to come, sooner or later.

"You're- that- fuck...that pussy of yours...so addictive...I'm gonna cum baby" His face, now facing the ceiling, reveals to you, his climax is near, as well as yours.

"Me to-too daddy...cum inside me...p-please cum inside my pussy" Your voice sounded desperate, you needed this, completion for both of you was near and you couldn't stop thinking about his warm cum dripping from the inside of your needy cunt.

You arch your back and squeeze your tits as your eyes seem to go crazy, going into the back of your head. Kenji on the other hand, pushes one hand down on your stomach, feeling his huge cock inside your body and it makes him go feral. By instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, making it impossible to escape your embrace and carve nonsense lines with your nails all over his back. You two were coming in tune, each other's cum getting mixed up inside you felt so good.

"You're such a good girl!" He says, a little out of breath, while removing his cock from your inside your pussy, admiring how much cum is dripping onto the couch.

"And you're a sex god!" You smile, stealing a passionate kiss from him. Your body felt totally different, lighter, almost like you were getting drunk off the smell of sex hovering everywhere in the fitting room.

"Kenji? [name]? Are you guys in there? Let's continue on with our photoshoot!" Kaito's voice was heard from the outside of the fitting room. The two adults inside got up, eyes widened. Analyzing the room would give the impression an hurricane went by and destroyed everything (and everyone! *wink wink*)

"We. Are. Fucked."

Both of you said in unison. You guys were in fact, fucked!

[justcallmesakira]

"All pickup lines are taken, can I pick you up?~

Sypnosis: Whats better then flirting with your own lover by shocking him with the most flabbergasting pickup line?

Genre: Lowkey crack, a bit suggestive?

Pairings: Dazai x reader

A/N: this was so fun especially since this was a short drabble💗💗💗guys read it again if you already read it I made slight changes

Today was probably the quietest day in the agency especially since dazai was somehow in a calm mood today. Though it's a very rare possibility of dazais shenanigans to not be on display, everyone was doing their work.

Dazai was leaning against a wall probably thinking of some suicide method in that brain of his. Only God knew what goes on in that big brain of his.

You came marching over to the office with a cheeky grin on yourself which immediately made ranpo jolt up from his seat with a shocked look on his face... Oh boy what did he deduce....

"Helloooo~ donna'! How was your da-" Before dazai could speak the whole of your arm was right beside him with your knee bend down beside his pair of daddy long legs which immediately made his eyes widen in shock.

Only silence in the agency could be heard for a few seconds before everyone's eyes switch to you pining the bandaged man to him.

"I'd love to take you to the movies but they don't let you bring your own snacks" you spit out with a grinding face which makes dazai brain a long time to process what in the rizz lord did you say.

Oh ho ho, you didn't stop there

"By the way, Dazai have we met before? Because you look like my next husband"

you winked at dazai with the most nasty eye, the type of expression which any boy would give to a girl.

Yosano was sighing with ranpo beside her giving them the nastiest eye anyone in the room could give. Atsushi was beyond flustered by your bold move, good thing kenji and kyouka went on a playda-- I mean mission.

Kunikida was simply shocked because of his no pda rule.

Dazai's senses finally came back which made him snicker. "my my, belladonna, trying to be dominating now are we, Though the thought of sliding a ring on your empty finger isn't a bad idea" He really had the audacity to tease you and grin at you while he's the one being pushed against the wall like a poster.

Your little interaction was interrupted when Kunikida came raging towards you two with a file in his hands, hitting the both of you harshly and giving you two a quick scold.

Deep inside though, dazais heartbeat really fastened though that even he couldn't code it down.

A/N: idk if I should do more well written parts....

Divider creds: @cafekitsune

[autumnleaf1111]

Ok— so— I made this in December but forgot to post it— so— you’ve got a late Christmas gift

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Snow dusted the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, soft and serene, a perfect backdrop to the chaos inside. It was Christmas Eve, and the entire agency had gathered for a festive celebration. Yosano strung lights with surgical precision, Atsushi attempted (and failed) to place the star on the tree, and Kenji kept offering to bring in a whole cow for dinner. Dazai, of course, had already tried to hang himself with tinsel twice and been stopped by a firm smack from Kunikida and a shoe from Yosano.

“Seriously, they’re perfect for each other,” Tanizaki muttered.

“They’re both hopeless,” Kunikida muttered, arms crossed, watching as Ranpo helped himself to the tray of sugar cookies Yosano had made with entirely too much glitter.

“I think it’s kind of cute,” Atsushi said, smiling nervously. “They don’t even realize they’re—”

“—completely and utterly in love?” Yosano interrupted, sipping from a steaming mug. “Yes. Painfully obvious.”

Across the room, Poe stood by the fireplace, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve and sneaking glances at Ranpo. Karl peeked out from his coat, seemingly in on the emotional turmoil.

“They just need a little push,” Tanizaki said, holding up a sprig of mistletoe like it was a secret weapon.

Kenji grinned. “Like a love trap!”

“It’s called matchmaking,” Kyoka corrected softly. “But… yeah.”

They all nodded.

The first attempt had been simple: hang a sprig of mistletoe in the hallway Poe would walk through, then get Ranpo to follow. The moment Poe stepped into the archway, blushing furiously as Ranpo appeared beside him, Ranpo looked up, blinked, and immediately yanked the mistletoe down.

“Nice try, losers,” he muttered, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the nearest trash bin.

“Aw, come on,” Kaminari—no, wait, Kaminari’s not in this one—Sero—nope. Wrong fandom.

“Aw, come on,” Tanizaki groaned from across the room. “That was perfectly timed!”

“You’re just trying to mess with us,” Ranpo called back, casually licking a peppermint stick. “Like always.”

And he stormed off, grabbing a cookie on the way.

The others blinked, stunned.

“…Okay, maybe not so smooth,” Tanizaki admitted.

“He thinks we’re teasing him,” Yosano sighed. “That’s kind of sad.”

“No,” Kunikida corrected, flipping through his notebook. “That’s incredibly sad.”

They tried again.

And again.

Ranpo looked more and more… off.

Not annoyed. Not angry.

Sad.

Nobody else noticed—too busy laughing, scheming, planning—but Poe did. He noticed the way Ranpo’s usual playful spark dimmed slightly after each failed attempt. How he ate his snacks slower. How he avoided eye contact.

Later, when the laughter had died down and the others were arguing over whether to watch Die Hard or It’s a Wonderful Life, Poe slipped away.

He found Ranpo sitting on the agency’s rooftop, legs swinging over the edge, snowflakes gathering lazily in his hair.

“You’ll freeze,” Poe said gently.

Ranpo didn’t look up right away. He dangled a half-eaten cookie between his fingers, watching it like it might fall any second. The usual sparkle in his eyes was nowhere to be found.

“You noticed too, huh?” he said softly, not his usual smug self. “How everyone’s been trying to pull the same prank all day?”

Poe sighed, expecting this. “They aren’t trying to—”

Ranpo gave a short laugh — not his usual full-bodied cackle, just a faint, dry sound. “Sure. And Dazai isn’t in love with his ‘totally not best friend’”

“Ranpo—”

Ranpo finally looked up at him then, eyes a bit too shiny in the cold light. “You’re not in on it, are you? That’s why you look so miserable every time it happens.” He sniffed, brushing snow from his shoulder. “I thought maybe they were trying to embarrass you. You don’t like crowds, and the whole mistletoe thing? It’s kind of…mean.”

Poe sat down beside him. “Ranpo, that’s not what they’re doing.”

Ranpo looked down at the snow-covered city. “Then what were they doing?”

Poe sighed as he crossed his arms.

“They were trying to help,” Poe said finally. “Including me, they all realize something you don’t.”

Ranpo raised a brow, half-smiling. “I realize everything.”

“Not this.”

There was silence.

Then Ranpo turned to face him, squinting like he was looking through a particularly confusing case file. “Okay. Enlighten me, detective.”

“Ranpo. I’m in love with you.” He said, looking straight at Ranpo. “And so are you.”

Ranpo blinked.

Then blinked again.

“…Oh.”

Poe nodded.

Right then, Ranpo realized Poe was right.

He was in love with Poe.

“How— how did you— I didn’t even— how’d you know before I did—”

Poe lightly chuckled at Ranpo’s confused expression. “You don’t exactly pay attention when it comes to your own feelings.”

Ranpo fell silent, chewing over Poe’s words like they were the last riddle in a mystery novel. His legs kicked idly over the edge of the roof, brushing away soft tufts of snow.

“I guess…” he mumbled, almost to himself, “I thought you were just… someone who made my brain work harder.”

“That’s not all I am to you,” Poe said softly. “Is it?”

Ranpo looked at him then—really looked. At the way Poe’s gloved hands trembled slightly in the cold. The way his shoulders curled in just a little, nervous and unsure. The way Karl peeked out of his coat, clearly sensing the tension, clearly rooting for them.

Ranpo huffed a breath, his chest tight in a way he hadn’t noticed until just now.

“No,” he admitted. “You’re not.”

The rooftop was quiet again, snow gently falling like the world had paused for this one moment.

Ranpo let out a small laugh. “I’m kind of an idiot, huh?”

“You’re a genius,” Poe said. “But even geniuses have blind spots.”

“And mine is you?” Ranpo asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Poe nodded.

They sat like that for a while, legs swinging over the edge, watching the city below blink with holiday lights. Ranpo leaned his head lightly against Poe’s shoulder, Poe leaning his head on Ranpo’s.

When Ranpo spoke, it sounded hesitant… “Can we…um….” Poe already knew.

Poe cupped the side of his face and connected their lips in soft and passionate kiss.

Ranpo pulled back and looked at Poe with a smug, fond expression. “Guess I’m not completely hopeless.”

Poe laughed, eyes brighter than Ranpo had ever seen them. “Not even close.” He brought his other hand and cupped the other side of Ranpo’s face, connecting their lips once again.

[tis-i-spookie-pie]

Totally canon BSD scenes

Where the Armed Detective Agency’s Christmas party gets an unexpected guest…

Kenji: “Merry Christmas everyone!”

Fukuzawa: “Ranpo, do you think it wise to get filled on cookies and sweets before dinner?”

Ranpo was presently literally stuffing his face with the many holiday sweets laid out for the party…

Ranpo: “Absolutely!”

Kunikida: “In precisely four minutes and 37 seconds, we will begin the gift exchange! If you haven’t already, please see me about placing your gift in the perfect spot under the tree!”

Dazai: “Kunikida! Did you know it’s bad luck to put gifts wrapped in red under the left side of the Christmas tree?”

Atsushi mentally prepared to cover his ears in the coming minutes where Kunikida would learn he’s been tricked as he watched the ADA’s Christmas party unfold. Not having celebrated Christmas at the orphanage, the holiday was still a fairly new concept to him, but Atsushi quickly found it becoming his favorite holiday…

Kyouka: “How are you enjoying the party, Atsushi?”

Atsushi: “It’s great seeing everyone together like this! Although, honestly, I’m really excited to see what Santa brings everyone this year…”

Kyouka bit her tongue, no one in the ADA would dare tell Atsushi the truth about Santa Claus, not after everything he’s been through. The least they could do is let him cling to at least one beloved childish belief.

Kunikida’s incoming attempt to beat Dazai with a wrapping paper tube was interrupted as the door to the ADA office was slammed open, revealing an unexpected, and uninvited, guest…

Akutagawa: “JINKO!”

Atsushi: “What the–?”

The violent pounding of stairs could be heard behind Akutagawa, a familiar voice following…

Chuuya: “OI, COVER HIS EARS! SOMEONE COVER ATSUSHI’S EARS!”

Akutagawa: “You know who Santa Claus is, correct?”

Atsushi: “… Doesn’t everyone?”

Akutagawa: “Do you know the truth?”

The entire ADA sprung into action, immediately realizing why Akutagawa showed up. Dazai, Kunikida, and eventually Chuuya joined in on trying to drag Akutagawa out of the building while everyone else rushed to distract Atsushi…

Akutagawa: “What childish protectiveness– He needs to learn the truth someday!”

Everyone: “NOT YET!”

After Akutagawa unwillingly vacated the building, the party carried on happily. Even Chuuya came back to catch up with Kunikida for a bit, but not before handing Atsushi a small, wrapped box, claiming “Santa” stopped by the Port Mafia “early” and “accidentally dropped it off at the wrong organization.”

Everyone knew Atsushi had to learn the truth someday, but today wasn’t going to be that day… or the next Christmas, or the one after that, or the one after that, or the one after…

Totally canon BSD scenes - part 76

[annabethsbbg]

Eeeeee I saw you're writing for kenjiiii I loved those but they were so short and i really like your writing, I came across your blog a few days ago after I searched up Kenji x reader and you had updated the most recently, I was wondering if you'd be willing to publish another Kenji fic? Anything you'd want! Angst, fluff, or really anything if you want to! Have a good day! 💋

thank you! ofc!!

pairing: kenji kishimoto x reader

tw: i don’t think there’s any!

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

after the reestablishment had finally been taken down, thanks to juliette, you were able to live a (somewhat) normal life.

you and kenji lived next door to juliette and warner, which warner wasn’t exactly thrilled about, but you and juliette were.

so you and juliette devised a plan to get kenji and warner to get along.

you had arranged for juliette and warner to join the two of you for dinner. kenji didn’t mind, as long as you watched tangled with him later. just as you had fixed everyone’s plates, the doorbell rang.

“kenji, can you get that?” you called from the kitchen. kenji got up off the couch and opened the door, smiling when he saw juliette.

juliette smiled back, hugging kenji before coming in. warner simply nodded at kenji, following juliette inside.

dinner went normally, with everyone enjoying the food and talking. after you finished your plate, you mentioned that you and kenji had ran out of milk, and juliette offered to go the store with you.

kenji offered to go as well, but you said you and juliette could go alone. kenji gave you a puzzled look, but shrugged none the less, getting up to take his plate to the sink.

as you and juliette left, she turned to you. “you think this will work?”

“as long as warner hasn’t murdered kenji by the time we get back, i’ll consider it a win.”

back at the house, kenji tried to make small talk. “so.. how’s married life?”

warner looked at him. “very pleasant.” he replied, his face showing no emotion.

kenji thought for a minute, “hey! you remember that time i gave you a haircut?”

warner glared. ok, wrong topic.

the room was silent for a few minutes, clearly awkward as the two of them didn’t spend time alone.

“i wanna propose.” kenji blurted out.

warner blinked. “you want to propose to y/n?” he asked, surprised.

kenji nodded quickly, “i do. i really really want to marry her. but i don’t know how to ask. like- should i take her to a nice restaurant and propose? do i just do it here? do i-“

warner interrupted him, “kishimoto. you just ask. you don’t need the cliches.”

kenji sighed, “but i want it to be special! and i want her to say yes!”

warner stared at him, “for some reason that i can’t understand, she does love you. she’ll say yes.”

kenji grinned at that. “im gonna pretend that you didn’t just insult me and take that as a compliment.”

“whatever will help you sleep at night, kishimoto.”

when you and juliette got back to your house and saw kenji and warner actually having a conversation, you smiled.

warner was the first to notice you had gotten back, and immediately went to juliette.

juliette smiled at him, kissing him softly before grabbing his hand, “we’re gonna head back to our place, thank you for dinner!”

you smiled back, saying goodbye. kenji did the same.

as soon as the door closed, kenji pulled you into a kiss, picking you up and spinning you around.

you giggled when you pulled away, “what was that for?”

“just love you, that’s all.” kenji smiled, already thinking about what kind of ring he was going to buy to propose to you.

[zukkaoru]

kunichuuzai + "i think we're gonna need someone else's opinion"? <3

i. uh.. ive been thinking about transfem dazai recently. i need to give that man a gender crisis‼️‼️ anyway,

“I think we’re gonna need someone else’s opinion.”

Chuuya and Kunikida look at each other, brows furrowed, twin expressions of confusion on their faces. Which doesn’t make sense—Dazai’s statement was perfectly clear, as far as he’s concerned. Chuuya and Kunikida are biased. They should get an outside third party to weigh in on the situation.

“Okay,” Chuuya says slowly. “Would you like us to ask Ranpo?”

Dazai winces. “Maybe not them either.” They usually disagree with Chuuya out of principle, but there are rare occasions where taunting Dazai outweighs their spite, and he has a feeling this would be one of them. Not because Chuuya and Kunikida are right, obviously—because Dazai is not…

“How about Yosano-sensei?” Kunikida suggests. “She’s a doctor, and she helped Sigma—”

“No!” Dazai interrupts quickly. That would be even worse; she’s the ultimate unbiased third party and if even she agrees that Dazai—

No. No. This is crazy. Why is he even considering this?

He jumps up from his seat, which he is not supposed to do and immediately regrets when pain shoots through his leg. He halfway bites back his grimace as he grabs for his cane. “Let’s ask, hm, how about Akutagawa-kun? Or Kenji-kun?” He wracks his brain for someone else he can probably convince to agree with him regardless of what opinion they actually have on the matter. Atsushi would be risky, he can never really read what Kyouka is thinking, Gin hates him, Lucy loves to disagree with him… “Tachihara-kun?”

Chuuya groans. “This is ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous!” Dazai shoots back. He starts to walk away, but before he can, Kunikida grabs him by the arm. He could wriggle himself out of it, but then he meets Kunikida’s eyes and sees something like concern shining in them, so—

he freezes.

“Are you looking for a different answer because the one we gave scares you?”

Dazai needs to die.

Like, actually. Right here, right now. He needs to die. He’s going to claw his throat out with his own two hands because he doesn’t have any other option, and he absolutely cannot live peeled down to his core under Kunikida’s gaze for a single moment later.

“No,” he lies, voice hoarse. He looks down at his feet. At his stupid shitty leg that doesn’t work right anymore, and his stained socks, and the bandages peeking out from beneath his pants, and he’s never going to look the part of a woman so why is he even—

“You don’t have to listen to us, y’know.” Chuuya’s voice cuts through his thoughts. “If we’re wrong, then we’re wrong. The only one who can give a definitive answer to this is you. Not us, not Ranpo, not Yosano-sensei, not anyone else.”

That’s the problem, Dazai thinks.

Hasn’t there always been an unspoken agreement that Chuuya and Kunikida know him better than he knows himself? In his own eyes, he’s a shell. A mockery of humanity. A walking corpse, a bad omen, a mess of skin and bones that should have died a long time ago. Why would he bother analyzing himself beyond that? There’s nothing good he could find at the core. If he goes mining beneath the surface, he’s only going to find more blood and blackness.

But somehow, Chuuya and Kunikida see those same things as something to be treasured.

If the rot at Dazai’s center is actually a desire to be feminine that has molded over the course of a life being buried in wet soil, he will be the last person to realize that. So when he asked Chuuya and Kunikida, and their immediate answers were both a resounding Yes—

Dazai can’t give a definitive answer about anything concerning himself, apart from the very clear fact that he should be dead about a hundred times over. Chuuya and Kunikida, however…

They know what he wants before he does.

Why would this be any different?

[aspdkash]

Daniel is right there and you're simping for Kash...

Thank you so much for sending me this ask. Because you just admitted that this is about Kash being """ugly""" and not about Kash being a bad person. Now, I have known that that was the case the entire time. But you coming into my inbox to say this to me directly is a wonderful admission on your part. I appreciate you coming to me to admit that.

You really said "that other man, who is attractive, that said he was going to kill those children in cold blood is right there. What do you mean you like this guy who was just neglectful and angry around the children instead?"

This is not a Daniel hate post, Daniel is not real. Shockingly, Kash is also not real. But if we are going to play “My criminal is better than your criminal”, then I'm gonna have fun. Your take is rooted in antisemitism on top of just being hypocritical af. You think it's funny? Cause I'm fixing to be hilarious.

Let's break it down.

First of all, I'm going to talk about what Daniel did then I'll transition to Kash.

Daniel admitted in the show that whatever Kash did, he gave the orders to do, like the thing with Sammy's family. If the order didn't come from Daniel, then he still completely endorsed it. Daniel allowed Kash to try to kill Mae, Daniel put Mae back with Kash even though he had tried to kill her, whenever Mae said she didn't want to work with Kash or Daniel, he said that he would kill the children if she didn't do what he said. Daniel's henchmen said that they were going to kill the children because it just doesn't matter to Daniel. That guy was going to kill Ben (with Bumpy), because it didn't matter to Daniel if those children lived or died. Daniel intentionally manipulated Kenji to try to make him turn his back on his friends. If not outright kill them or leave them to die on the island. When Kenji asked Daniel if Daniel ever looked for him, Daniel can't even say yes. He can't even lie to Kenji and say yes. That is how little he cares. BUT HE'S HOT. So like, you know, whatever.

But wait there's more! Whether people like it or not, Daniel also did something extremely concerning that everyone has overlooked as far as I know. Daniel created an odd sort of “pseudo father son” dynamic between himself and Kash in the 6 months since Kenji had "died" on the island. Not as in, Kash views him as a father figure but in the sense that Kash seems to have been a replacement for Kenji. When Kenji is discovered to be alive, Daniel drops Kash.

Think about how often Kenji mentioned that his father didn't seem to care about him or respect him. Think about how often Kenji said that he wanted his father to see that he was competent and that he wanted to impress his father, think about how often Kenji laments that he thinks he will never be good enough for his father. Now I want you to think about all of the times that you see Kash try to warm up to Daniel, try to impress Daniel, try to have a relationship with Daniel. And Daniel's response is to make him feel stupid and shut him down.

If you need examples, here's a few:

Kash is trying to talk to Daniel about the dino fights and control. Daniel constantly interrupts him during that telling him to stop wasting time and playing around. Even though this is objectively a good idea that Daniel ended up really liking. His first instinct is to make Kash feel stupid about it.

Kash being excited that everything is going well with the new chips, he's talking to Daniel about how the investors will love it, and then being told that he has a ridiculously short amount of time to get everything prepared. When Kash falters, Daniel immediately is implied to start berating him about how it's plenty of time. Or does he need more time than that? And Kash immediately starts sucking up, and saying that no he's totally got it handled.

The worst one I feel is whenever Daniel finally chooses Kenji to be his business partner over Kash. Daniel has been manipulating Kenji the entire time he's been on the island to try and get Kenji to turn against his friends. It's very clear from the way Kash talks about wanting Daniel to see his genius and make him his partner that Kash cares about what Daniel thinks of him. It doesn't matter that Kash calls Daniel an idiot to Darius. It doesn't matter that Kash implies that he wants to try to kill Daniel. Because potentially killing Daniel and taking over the company isn't the only thing that's going on there. If that was Kash's only goal, he wouldn't care about impressing Daniel. He would care about keeping his head down and biding his time.

When Kash runs up to Daniel and the investors, and says that he's sorry for being late but he didn't know that everyone was meeting up, he asks Daniel why he didn't call him. Daniel tells him that he's choosing Kenji. Which very clearly confuses and upsets Kash because Kash is the one who's done all of the hard work that Daniel is taking credit for and he's not even going to let Kash be a part of this. He's choosing Kenji, who had nothing to do with any of this, who Daniel clearly has not cared about until this point. Really, for the last 6 months he's been working with Kash.

If you watch Kash's facial expressions, his body language, the way he pulls his arms in on himself at the end, and the way his voice falters he's devastated by this.

But Daniel hot so like, you know, whatever.

"But wait!" I yell excitedly. "There's more!" We still have to revisit the fact that this is about Kash being ugly and not a bad person because I didn't forget about that part.

Kash has a very stereotypically Jewish design and I'm gonna lay out those details that are both physical appearance and personality.

Physical

Drooping eye bags, curly red brown "Jewish afro" hair, the length and shape of his nose, talking with his hands, "unattractive, miserly and disgusting to look at"

Personality

cunning, greedy, melodramatic and over-zealous, hyper intelligent "Jewish genius", "Jewish people are more willing to use shady business practices than non Jewish business owners"

But Daniel is hot. So you know. Whatever.

[sunandflame]

Shards of Glass, Chapter 8

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku, History Teacher on the Kimetsu Academy, is constantly having strange dreams about a Slayer who looks exactly like him. He thinks nothing of it until he recognizes a very specific person from these dreams and feels a very unique connection to her.

Pairing: History Teacher Kyojuro x Teacher Fem!Reader

Trope: Reincarnation / Sequel to Flame and Water (can be stand-alone)

Word Count: 1745

Warning: domestic issues (not abuse)

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Crossposted on AO3

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This was bad. This was really really bad. She tried her best to suppress the tears, but they continued to stream down her cheeks even after she managed to barricade herself in the toilet stall. Why now? Why here? She tried to think of several explanations, but there were none. She didn't know why she reacted so extremely to it. It was her who rejected him. Her, who saw his heart break into tiny pieces at her words. And yet she felt her throat tightening, her own heart breaking just like his as if there was an invisible connection between them both.

The argument with Kenji didn't make things any better as it only added more stress to her. She didn't want to go home because she knew there would just be a new argument. A new reason to fight. She felt terribly alone and needed to talk to someone about it. 

She calmed down eventually, washed away her tears at the sink to look somewhat decent again and decided that she had to find Giyuu.

She found him immediately. Luckily he was alone in the sports hall and was cleaning up the equipment from class. He immediately felt her presence and turned to face her. His eyes widened when he saw her and concern was written in his otherwise expressionless gaze. There were no remnants left of her tears and yet he was able to sense that there was something wrong with her. They weren't best friends and cousins for nothing. As soon as he asked the question, “What happened?”, her tears started anew and she threw herself into his arms.

Confused and overwhelmed by this outburst of her emotions, he was at first taken aback until he gently put his arms around her and let her cry on his chest. He didn't say a word though it wasn't necessary. Giyuu's calm manner, which always reminded her of still water, calmed her immensely and when her tears dried up, she took a step back to look at him again.

“I messed up and I don’t know what to do.”

“Care to elaborate on that?”

In short words she told him everything that had happened so far. “And he just confessed to me and it made everything more complicated.”

“How so? Did you not reject him? You have a boyfriend that you love, right?” Giyuu's pragmatic question stopped her in her tracks.

Did she love Kenji? The fact that she hesitated at this question was actually very self-explanatory.

She remained silent and saw Giyuu sigh. “Then let me ask you another way: Do you love Rengoku?”

Another awkward silence that gave them the answer he wanted. She couldn't deny it and yet she couldn't confirm it. She belonged to Kenji but- “You know how long Kenji and I have been together. I don't want to throw away all these years just because of-" She interrupted herself, not daring to say it. “You’ve known Kenji for as long as I have! We were all in one class together back then. Do you even like him?”

“I don’t hate him.” Giyuu’s answer was short.

“But you don’t like him?”

“He doesn’t fit with you.” He saw her surprised face at his words. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Listen, Y/N, I can’t tell you what to do. You have to decide this on your own. The only thing I can say is that you love Rengoku more than you loved Kenji in all these years.” 

~ ~ ~

She layed in bed, her gaze turned briefly to Kenji, who had his back turned to her. They had finally managed to talk to each other without it ending in an argument, but the situation didn't feel good either. Giyuu's words were circling in her mind. You love Rengoku more than you loved Kenji in all these years. Was that true? There was an undeniable and unique connection between the two of them. Something unexplainable. She hadn't forgotten the feeling she had when they first met. The constant feeling of deja vu had not subsided. She had only successfully pushed it aside.

Her hand reached for the metal of the Water Lily pendant on her collarbone and she sighed deeply. She should try to sleep. Tomorrow was also a day. That was her last thought before she spiraled into a dream that she thought she had long forgotten.

There were actually several dreams and impressions that bombarded her. So many feelings overwhelmed her. Fear, happiness, desire and sadness. Infinite sadness at the end. She woke up with a slight startle and immediately looked around. 4:34 a.m. Kenji was still asleep, but Shimizu, her black cat, had noticed her restlessness and had jumped onto her lap, purring, brushing her fluffy face against her own to show her affection. She gently stroked her back and scratched her head, trying to sort through the many impressions that created a chaos that echoed in her head. She tried to sort them out.

"You probably saw my father in me. He was the former Flame Hashira."

"We can train together if you want! You can be my Tsuguko!" 

"Hating yourself only gets you so far, be proud that you survived."

“But you don't need to be afraid of him as long as I'm with you."

"You are not alone in this. I won't allow that, so share your pain with me."

“Y/N! I love you and I would be happy if you could become my girlfriend!”

"If you keep it up like that you'll surpass me, my water lily! Or should I call you now my little flame? 

"You are as beautiful and pure as this water lily..."

"Yes, we will always stay together..."

"When wounds are healed by love, the scars are beautiful."

"I will see you in heaven, my love."

She hadn't even noticed the tears running down her cheeks as she pulled Shimizu close, letting them fall silently into her fur. She finally knew how she recognized Kyojuro, but all the remaining impressions from her dream gave her a headache and she needed a quiet minute to think about them. 

Still, the realization hit her hard. Did she understand that correctly? Kyojuro and her knew each other from a past life? Or was her brain playing games? But how would someone then explain the connection? Or what happened when they first touched in the car the other day, after the drinking party. The vision of him gently kissing her knuckles just to pull her into a passionate kiss. That wasn't wishful thinking back then, no.

‘You are as beautiful and pure as this water lily…’  Was that the reason why she bought that necklace back then? Not because of that sweet memory she had as a child with Giyuu but because of that? Was that the reason why Kyojuro was so fixated on it too? He must have known it! The universe had known, but she had remained clueless until now. The headache got worse and she looked out the window that announced the sunrise. She'd better get ready for work.

~ ~ ~

School life was weird, but it was like that every Friday. She didn't avoid Kyojuro, but they didn't meet either. Her feelings were renewed in chaos and she didn't know what to do next. During her break she decided to take a walk to clear her head, but she kept wondering what she should do next. She considered the situation from every angle but couldn't come to a conclusion that wouldn't rip the heart out of a particular party.

She stopped briefly and looked at the cloudless sky. "What would you do?" She asked it out loud. A question she didn’t ask herself but to her past self. She seemed to have known everything better and was able to make difficult decisions. She sighed, she hadn't been really waiting for an answer in the first place? She was about to turn around when a sudden gust of wind blew through her hair and a heart-shaped leaf landed on her face. Puzzled, she took the leaf off her face and looked at it and knew what she had to do.

~ ~ ~

Never in her life did she expect to end up in such a situation. In a situation where she was wandering around homeless and watching the sun go down. Well, she had to blame herself for it, but it had all happened so quickly.

She wanted to have a rational conversation with Kenji - she was also able to, to a certain extent, until she brought the topic up. The topic that involved that things no longer worked between them. The terrible accusations and things she had to listen to. The accusations that she’d cheated on him and many more. She would never do such things and if he would not be so filled with anger and jealousy he would realize it. It quickly turned into a loud argument that got so bad that she simply grabbed her jacket and left their shared apartment.

It hadn't felt like home in a while and it still hurt. She walked aimlessly for a long time to clear her head until she came to a park bench and sat down. Now the tears flowed and her vision blurred until she felt something soft against her leg. She was startled and quickly wiped away her tears only to see that Shimizu had followed her this far and was meowing at her worriedly.

“Shimizu, you loyal soul…” Renewed tears flowed as she picked her up and pressed her face into her warm, soft fur. It felt so good to know that she wasn't alone. Y/N didn’t realize how the time passed by when it suddenly started to rain. 

Shimizu’s desperate meowing worried her. Without a second thought she took off her coat and placed it over her to protect her from the rain. She took the cat in her arms and started running in a random direction. 

The streets soon became familiar and there was only one person who happened to live nearby.

Drenched from the rain she stood at the threshold and pressed the buzzer. Kyojuro opened the door with a smile that dropped quickly into a surprised face. He probably did not expect her here, at this hour. “Hi…” She breathed while she stared back at him. “Could you take in two strays who got caught up in the rain?”

A/N: Hello my sweethearts... This story will take a little break and won't be updated weekly anymore. I was able to queue them as I had the chapters prepared beforehand but you know how irl things can turn your muse low. That doesn't mean I won't continue or finish this series! It will just be slower in the future. I hope you all can forgive me than I left you hanging with this cliffhanger.

I know I said I won't do a tagging list, but that was because this story had a regular schedule. So if you want to be tagged into the next chapter, than let me please know in the replies down below.

[hurlingsupport]

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 14: A Repeating Occurrence

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A loud ringing sounds across the camp, waking you from your little nap. Your head springs up, a startled expression worn on your face. And as you're looking for the sound, you watch Hap trudge towards one of the yurts with a snarl.

“You!” He yells with a pointed finger.

It's only when you follow his path that you realize just who he's talking to. Unsurprisingly, Brooklynn stands with her hands over her ears, Kenji doing the same.

“Step away from the yurt!” His fingers curl into fists, and for a moment, you wonder if he's going to punch one of them - or maybe both.

“What's going on?” Mitch, Tiff, and Darius all run towards your direction, coming out from the forest. At the realization that Darius was alone with them, your lips pull into a frown.

“Isn't it obvious?” He turns his head towards the other adults before throwing his hard gaze back onto Brooklynn and Kenji. “The chatty one and the hair were trying to sneak into the yurt.”

Brooklynn crosses her arms, glaring at the older man. Meanwhile, Kenji brushes a hand over his hair at the mention of it. Neither of them seem very guilty, and you don't blame them. It's a little suspicious how angry Hap's getting over them trying to sneak into the yurt. You feel a hand on your arm, and looking to your left, you meet Darius's eyes.

He raises a brow, an unsaid accusation. At the notion, you only shake your head. He seems to accept that, turning his attention back to Hap.

“These kids can't go snooping into private places!” He growls, waving his hands around aggressively.

He and Brooklynn share a heated staring contest before Tiff interrupts.

“Now, now, Hap. I'm sure it was all a misunderstanding.” The woman places a hand on his arm in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

Lurching forward, Hap shoves a finger into Brooklynn's face. “Do yourself a favor and stay out of my yurt.” He speaks lowly, his threat hanging in the air as Tiff pulls him away from the pink-haired girl.

“Let's talk about this calmly, okay?” She says softly, throwing an apologetic glance towards your group as you all gather together.

Brooklynn stands proudly with her arms crossed, her bottom lip jutted out, and a singular eyebrow raised. You can only give her a disappointed look; as does everyone else.

“Sorry about that.” Mitch apologizes. “It's our first time working with Hap, and he's very protective of his yurt.”

Looking to the side, you watch as Tiff tries to calm the man down. Still, his eyes stay glued onto your group.

“Set it up himself, moved all the equipment in. He hasn't even allowed us in.” Mitch smiles, though it's more awkward than happy.

“Ha! See? See?” Brooklynn has a wicked smile on her face now. Though she's only met with more looks of disapproval.

Mitch stares at her with wide eyes before turning towards Darius.

“Maybe we should postpone our trek. You've all been through a lot.” He puts a hand over his mouth, whispering loudly, “Especially that one… it seems.”

Of course, that last sentence is directed towards Brooklynn, who raises a brow in response.

“No, it's… it's fine. Brooklynn won't touch the yurt,” he puts his hands on his hips, staring at the girl with a wide, commanding look. “and we'll all go to the place I wanted to show you.”

“Uh, Darius?” Brooklynn calls, walking forwards to intercept the conconversation. “I think we should freshen up before we decide that.” She speaks with a forced smile.

“We already freshened up.” Darius refutes in a similarly forced tone.

“Can never be too fresh.” Her smile only widens as Darius's facade falls into an annoyed expression.

Brooklynn immediately rushes you all into the same bathroom yurt from before, while Darius apologizes to Mitch and hurries to follow your group.

“Really? There isn't anywhere else we can talk?” Yasmina complains.

“Hap is hiding something!” Brooklynn speaks from her seated position on the toilet. “Why put an alarm on a yurt?”

“Uh, so a dinosaur or a you can't sneak in and wreck his stuff?” Yasmina glares at the girl.

“I was there, too, and that alarm was definitely crepuscing me out.” Kenji agrees with the girl.

“Typical.” Darius mutters with a scoff.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Brooklynn demands.

“You can't just let this conspiracy stuff go, huh? And for what? A new video to boost your followers?” Darius accuses.

“She doesn't even have anything to record with.” You cut in. “Plus, Hap was suspiciously angry.”

“See!” Brooklynn waves her hands in your direction while Darius stares at you in disappointment.

“Mitch already explained why!” Darius argues.

“Hap's not even a real photographer!” Brooklynn nearly shouts. “Me and Kenji saw him fumbling with the camera. He doesn't even know how it works!”

You turn your gaze towards Kenji, and when he nods in agreement, you send a pointed glance towards Darius.

“Well, maybe he's just stressed out! This is a dinosaur island…”

Sensing a rant coming in, you roll your eyes with a groan. Darius's head snaps towards you, a heated glare meeting your own.

“Seriously, what's your problem? You've been acting weird ever since Mitch and Tiff showed up!”

“Because they're weird! These random adults show up on the island, and you guys trust them immediately!” You shout, uncaring if they overheard you from the tent. “Their tour guide doesn't know how to work a camera. They're dodging all of my questions–”

“That doesn't make them suspicious!” Darius contends. “Their tour guide doesn't have to know how cameras work, and they don't need to answer your questions!”

“They didn't even mention the beacon until you brought it up, Darius! And there's no way they only got the signal when they arrived at the island. That signal should have reached Costa Rica! They're lying, and none of you care because they promised a ride home!”

Darius's words fall short, and he stares at you with a conflicted gaze. A silence falls over everyone at your outburst. And yeah, maybe it was too much, but goddammit, this has been eating away at your mind for far too long.

“They've got a point, Darius.” Yasmina's the one who breaks the silence, and murmurs fill the small space not long afterward.

“Mitch and Tiff, they're…” Darius pauses, gathering his thoughts. “They're good people. They just want to preserve the dinosaurs before the entire island closes down.”

Your eyes soften at his words. Throughout it all, his obsession for dinosaurs shines through.

“I get it, Darius, but the fact that they're lying is something we can't ignore.” You cross your arms, already regretting speaking up at all.

“Well, how about this?” Darius begins. “You come with us to the Brachiosaurus hangout to keep watch of Mitch and Tiff, and Brooklynn…” He turns towards the girl. “... stays here to keep watch of Hap.”

Brooklynn's eyebrows raise at the idea while you nod your head.

“Alright, but if they do anything suspicious, I'm out of there.” You warn.

“That's fine.” Darius smiles. “Cause I know for sure that everything will be fine.”

A smile spreads across your face at his words. “Of course you do.”

And with that, you all exit the bathroom yurt with newfound objectives. Darius has to show you that Mitch and Tiff are decent people. You have to show everyone that they're not who they say they are. And Brooklynn has to prove Hap guilty.

Your eyes wander around, quickly noticing the lack of a certain rich boy. Turning your head back towards the camp, you calm down once you see him conversing with Brooklynn. You do feel a bit more relieved knowing Brooklynn won't be alone with Hap.

You nearly jump out of your skin when a hand grabs hold of your wrist, but you quickly relax when you see Darius smiling at you.

“This is going to be so fun.” He beams, pulling you closer to the group.

“Yeah.” You agree, if only to make up for being a negative Nancy earlier.

It was for a good reason, in your opinion, but still. You hated losing your temper, especially to someone like Darius. He never deserved it, not like Kenji, or Brooklynn, or anyone, really.

Before you know it, you all are walking up a grassy hill, and Darius's smile is ever-growing. He finally lets your wrist loose, running up the mass of land.

“You guys are gonna love this place! It's just up here.”

At the top of the hill, the sight of a Brachiosaurus herd munching on trees is seen. Mitch and Tiff gasped, their eyes filled with wonder at the magical sight.

The clicks of their cameras do dampen the magical effect a bit, but you ignore it. Darius howls like Brachiosaurus, drawing their attention towards your group. One of the large herbivores draws close, leaning its head down to release a bellow.

Again, Darius mimics its howl, this time with Mitch joining in. The dinosaur lets out a low growl in response, returning to its feast. Once it's a far distance away, Darius turns towards the older man.

“If you think this is cool, there is one more place we could go.” He offers, opening his booklet. “The watering hole.”

You spare a glance towards the pair, but ultimately, wave your worries off with a sigh. If Darius trusted these people enough to show them the watering hole, it wasn't any of your business.

“You could get lots of good pictures there!” Sammy agrees excitedly. “There are so many dinosaurs!”

“Babe, what would we do without this kid?” Mitch smiles towards his other half.

“Let me radio Hap with the change of plans.” Tiff grins happily, walking away from the group to do so.

“Watering hole day!” Mitch shouts with glee, ruffling Darius's hair.

The two chat avidly, and you watch with guilt. Man, Darius was really winning this one. However, your eyes narrow when you see Tiff running in your guys’ direction, panic written across her face. Alright, maybe it isn't a complete loss.

“Babe, you okay?” Mitch asks worriedly.

“You know, babe, I think we should pack up, head back to camp.”

“Uh, what's going on?” Yasmina questions, sharing a worried look with Sammy.

“What's going on at the camp?” You cross your arms, nails digging into the fabric of your sweater.

“Oh, nothing big.” Tiff dismisses you both. “Just an odd conversation with Hap. Why don't we go? Now, okay? Okay.” She grabs hold of Mitch's hand, forcefully pulling him away.

“Do you think…?” Yasmina's eyes narrow in suspicion, and Darius's gaze falls onto you.

“I'm sure everything's fine.” He answers, but his eyes beg you for your own answer.

“Let's go.” You decide, speed-walking to catch up with the adults.

Back at camp, it's completely deserted. No sign of Brooklynn, Kenji, or even Hap. Even calling their names does nothing, which, to be honest, is expected. If anything, a dinosaur is more likely to respond compared to the actual people you all are looking for. Once the search is officially considered to be a failure, all of you gather around the campfire that had been left unattended.

“Children,” Tiff calls, “Mitchell and I are gonna have a quick, grown-up conversation. You stay put. We'll BRB, okay?”

Ignoring the infantilizing nature her words hold, you eye the two adults suspiciously. Why did they feel the need to converse privately? Your friends are likely at the mercy of their weird tour guide. What did they need to hide? It seems you're not the only one left confused either. Even Darius is looking at the departing couple with a puzzled expression. With Sammy and Yasmina in a similar boat.

There's a steady feeling of fear building up within you, and it's making you sick to your stomach. First, it was Ben and Bumpy. Are Brooklynn and Kenji the next ones in line to die? Is this how it'll go every time?

This was a bad idea. Why did you let Darius talk you into this? Why did you just let it happen? Who in their right mind would leave their friends alone with some violent man you know jack shit about?

Fingers curl into your own, and sparing a glance to your side reveals Darius. He doesn't return your stare, still focused on the adults having a heated discussion far off from the four of you. And yet, he looks guilty all the same. But, this isn't his fault. It's yours. Just like it was with Ben. And just like it was with Bumpy. Every single time, it leads back to you. Every single time, it's your fault.

Your grip on his hand tightens. When will he disappear like the others? You're not sure, but you know it'll be your fault all the same.

[sleepythegh0st]

Persona In Real Time: June 9th

Persona 3 Reload

Kenji invites Makoto to hang out and he goes on and on about how happy he and Ms. Kanou are together. He also asks Makoto not tell anyone about he and Ms. Kanou's relationship. Feeling Kenji's trust in him, Makoto's Magician Arcana raises to 5.

Makoto studies before bed, raising his Academics

Persona 5 Royal

Today is the first day of the school trip to the TV station. Before everyone goes home, Ren, Ann, and Ryuji are interrupted in their explanation of Dome Town, a pancake shaped amusement park, to Morgana. Who interrupted them? A boy around their age, Goro Akechi. Apparently, he's famous enough to appear on TV a few times, including a show that the group will be sitting in the audience of tomorrow, although he doesn't get to explain much, because he has to leave. He asks an odd question about cake, and is on his way, leaving the gang to head to Dome Town before home.

Ren does some cleaning back at LeBlanc before bed, raising his Kindness

Persona 4 Golden

Immediately after school, Yu and Yosuke go to take written tests in order to obtain their motorcycle licences, and they both pass with flying colors. They excitedly share the news with Dojima upon completion, and Dojima gifts Yu his old scooter to use.

Yu goes out to eat with Chie and listens as she reflects on the meaning of all her training: protecting those she cares about, especially Yukiko. She reminds Yu how much she relies on him as well, raising his Chariot Arcana to 5.

Yu reads chapter 1 of "The Ramen Way"

[lesslonelycanadian]

Vigorous shaking your hand

I think it's super funny to think about the fact that kenji would probably end up learning about anime and racism first because anime is how the like concept and idea of ninja has survived into the modern day and racism just because torres would be looking out for him like that

I really only have a full lot of analyzing thoughts about specifically kenji , because I immediately fell in love with him

But the way you can tell every single thing he's thinking and feeling , even though he doesn't say a single word during his introduction sequence is one of the coolest things i've never seen the level of dedication in detail in animating every little eyebrows twitch and tiny body language movements before it's a glorious

It is so easy to figure out that he has no the intention to kill his brother almost immediately in

The way he almost immediately starts to go into shock and disassociate when he thinks he has killed him

the flashback to his father getting interrupted by the Predator and the way he immediately books it out of there. It's ALLL SOOO GOOD

Addressing the Hypocrisy of the Predator Fandom

I just recently watched Predator Killer of Killers and it was amazing, but something I noticed is that no one seemed to bat an eyelash at Torres being able to figure out how to fly an alien spaceship in a couple of minutes while Naru got a lot of hate for figuring out how the Feral Predator’s tech worked.

It doesn’t seem fair at all, after all the difference between learning how a futuristic gun + helmet work and learning how to pilot an alien spaceship is night and day, yet I see no people calling Torres a Gary Sue for figuring it out so quickly.

And I know that if Torres was a female character he would get so much hate for that, he would be called a Mary Sue to hell and back.

This all just seemed very hypocritical to me that’s all.

[beautysamour]

Jealousy, jealousy

Pairing/s: Kenji Kishimoto x reader, platonic!Aaron Warner x reader, Juliette Ferrars x Aaron Warner

Characters: Kenji Kishimoto, Juliette Ferrars, Aaron Warner

Summary: Kenji doesn’t understand how Aaron Warner could be your best friend and not him.

Warning/s: none

a/n: veryyy inspired by aaron getting upset over not being juliette’ best friend so I thought it would be interesting to see Kenji in that position

“Aaron!” you yelled out from across the training room.

You shoved Kenji, who was previously just above you-for training purposes of course-to get up and run over to your best friend.

Aaron let out a sigh and closed his eyes, as if a headache overcame him, before you reached him and started a conversation.

“You know I hate it when you call me by that,” was the first thing Aaron said before you brought up the topic of what you wanted to talk about.

Recovering from getting harshly shoved-and abandoned might he add-by you, Kenji watched as you and Warner fully engage in conversation. All your attention on him.

Kenji was jealous, he’d admit it, it’s a platonic jealousy so there was no reason to hide it. He wanted to be your best friend. He found it the biggest mystery in the world how you and warner became friends, and best friends at that. Kenji would describe you as a sunflower, full of loyalty and someone that everyone adores, just the sight of you is enough to make Kenji feel as if he won the lottery.

And Warner was like a raincloud, dark and violent. So it didn’t make sense.

Finally getting up from the ground, Kenji glanced around the room looking to see if Juliette came with Warner. Once he found her, he walked over to his best friend.

“Hey J,” Juliette was currently stretching, getting ready to start training. She brought her head up at the sound of his voice and a small smile started forming on her face.

“Did you have a nice training session with Y/N?” Kenji immediately regretted coming over. “Same as always,” he says with unneeded confidence, as if he was trying to convince someone that he wasn’t flustered, “Y/N still can’t beat me.”

Juliette snickered at that, “Yeah, that’s why you were on the ground and she wasn’t, because she can’t beat you,” sarcasm obvious in her tone.

“Yes, you’re exactly right,” Kenji replied with the same sarcasm given to him. Suddenly your laugh rang through the entire training room, causing Kenji to tear his gaze away from Juliette momentarily forgetting she was there. Apparently Warner said something hilarious.

“J.”

“Yes?” Juliette paused her stretching to look up at him, he was still looking off to the side to which Juliette followed his gaze to find you and Aaron talking. She stifled a giggle before talking again, “Kenji, are you alright?” This time Kenji looked back at Juliette.

“Yeah, I was just wondering how they,” he gestured towards you and Aaron, “became so close. Has Warner told you anything?”

Juliette gives him a curious look before standing up to speak to him face to face, “No. Never bothered asking, just assumed that, you know, they became friends normally?”

“You’re kidding.”

“No?”

“You never asked? Shit Juliette, you really know nothing about Warner-“

“I know plenty about him,” Juliette interrupted, they’ve had this conversation before, Kenji only uses this as a joke now, “Anyways, just ask Y/N, I’m pretty sure she’ll tell you.”

Kenji let out a snort, “Oh hell no. Absolutely not. We aren’t even that close.” He diverted his gaze from Juliette and forced himself to focus on something else in the room that wasn’t her or you.

Juliette on the other hand kept staring at him in confusion before shaking her head, “Ok…” figuring that this conversation wouldn’t get anywhere, Juliette walked up to you and Aaron; whose conversation just ended.

“Hey Juliette,” you diverted your attention to her as you saw her walking towards you and Aaron and gave her a smile, “we just finished our conversation.” Aaron wrapped an arm around her waist as she came to a stop and pulled her closer to him, you internally rolled your eyes because you loved them together but damn, they really made you feel single.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N,” said Aaron before unwrapping his arm around Juliette’ waist to wrap is hand in Juliette’, “Oh, and make sure to communicate with Kenji. His jealousy is starting to irk me.” Juliette let out a small laugh before the two walked away leaving you alone.

You raise an eyebrow at Aaron’ words slightly taken aback at hearing that Kenji was jealous. You knew Aaron had a gift where he could feel people’s feelings but you weren’t sure how accurate it was. He was always able to tell how you felt though, so you assume it’s pretty accurate.

You flinch when you feel Kenji put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m going to get something to eat, wanna come with?”

—

“So,” Kenji began as you two sat down on a small picnic blanket you brought, “How long have you and Warner been friends for?”

You hide your teasing grin slowing forming on your face as you keep your head down, focusing on unwrapping your food, “About a decade now? Anderson took me in.”

“I know that,” Kenji said feeling slightly competitive towards Warner, he wanted to prove himself to be the better friend, more worthy of being your best friend.

“How’d you two become close?”

You took a bite out of your food, “Well, with both us being kids and under Anderson’…supervision, we’d naturally find some kind of comfort in our shared trauma.”

You started to go on a tangent, revealing your childhood with Aaron and reliving the memories as you spoke. Kenji found himself forgetting about his food and directing all his attention towards you, wanting to hear more and learn more. The more you spoke, the more he realized that he didn’t know much about you, compared to Warner.

He didn’t know that you spent multiple nights alone with Warner when you two were kids, using that time to clean each other’s wounds. He didn’t know that even though you both had a terrible time under his father, Anderson favored you over him. He didn’t know that there was a time Warner hated you for being able to conceal your emotions completely. He didn’t know your last name, your favorite book, your shoe size, your clothing size-he didn’t know what Warner knew.

It made sense to him now, why Warner was your best friend. But instead of the “platonic” jealousy subsiding, he felt it getting worse.

No matter how much you’d tell him, he would never understand like Warner, he would never have that connection that Warner had with you, and it pissed Kenji off to no end. He’d like it blame it on his platonic feelings towards you, that he simply wanted to be the one who knew you most as friends. But he knew that wasn’t the case. He’s had multiple talks with Warner.

“Are you going to eat your food,” you asked when you finished talking. Kenji wondered how many times you’ve asked Warner that.

“I’m offended that you’d even ask,” he took a bit out of food before returning his attention to you.

“Have you ever liked him?”

“Well yeah, he’s my best friend.” Kenji deadpanned at you before shaking his head.

“No- I mean, have you ever liked him.”

“Romantically?”

“If not platonically then how else?”

You rolled your eyes at him before your teasing grin appeared on your face again, “No, never liked him like that. Not my type.”

Kenji internally sighed in relief, “Not your type? You must be picky.”

You chuckled at his words, “Yeah, guess I am.”

Neither of you said another words for a few minutes, simply not knowing what to say next. Based on how this conversation started, you assumed Aaron was right, that he was jealous but if he was right with this then this meant he was right about another thing.

About Kenji’ more romantic feelings for you.

Kenji cleared his throat, catching your attention, “So what’s your type?”

There it is.

“Since when were you so nosey,” you teased, he rolled his eyes and leaned away from you which got a giggle out of you. “I prefer dark hair.”

When he didn’t answer you just assumed he wanted you to continue, so you did, “Saracstic-“

“Warner is sarcastic-“

“Someone who comes off comedic but actually takes things seriously. Someone who people depend on and trust, both kids and adults. Someone who’s always there for other people and fails to be comforted by others because they put on a strong and humorous facade, convincing most people that they don’t need comforting. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

Kenji stayed silent, opting for you to continue. You turned your body towards him and continued, “Someone who, for the life of them, doesn’t know how to communicate properly with the girl they like. They make flirty remarks and act confident but it all comes crumbing down as soon as the other person is serious,” your eyes fall down to his lips, you regret doing so.

You’re taken out of the moment when you hear your name being called. Seeing Castle running towards you two, you stand up immediately creating some distance between you and Kenji. You clear your throat before speaking again, “Yeah, I guess I am pretty picky.” Flustered, you give Castle a stiff nod when he reaches you two before walking off.

After you fully disappear into the distance, Kenji lets out a groan as he palms his face.

—

Aaron began to laugh as you explained the situation.

“It’s not funny.”

“Most definitely is. You’re an idiot, you know that?”

You glared at Aaron as he said that sentence, “What was I supposed to do? Castle was there!”

“You were supposed to tell him to come find you,” Aaron sent you a sarcastic smirk before drinking out of his cup, “So you could finish confessing.”

You buried your face into your hands as you groaned at the memory, regretting not telling Kenji to come find you, “I fumbled.”

Aaron hummed in agreement. “Want me to go get him?”

“No,” you yelled out, panicked. “I don’t want to make the situation more embarrassing as it already is-“

A sudden knock on your door interrupted you mid sentence, “Coming! I’ll be right back.” You jogged to your door, reaching for the door non before you fully reached it. You were glad you didn’t take a sip out of your drink before opening the door because you were sure you would’ve spit it out at seeing who was there.

“Hey,” Kenji said as he stood awkwardly in front of your door, “could I come in?”

As if prepared for this, Aaron slapped a hand down on your shoulder, slightly shaking you, “See you tomorrow, Y/N,” he leaned his head down to your ear to say, “Don’t mess up,” before walking out of your room.

You two stayed standing in front of your door, the silence extremely awkward before you stepped to the side; gesturing for Kenji to come in.

—

“He didn’t even acknowledge me,” you heard Kenji mumble under his breath before turning back to you, watching as you closed your door.

Awkward silence filled the air once again, making you cringe. You weren’t looking at him, you hope that he was here for professional reasons.

“So,” he began, “Warner in your room? Thought he wasn’t your type.”

“He’s not,” you replied brusquely, “Too much like a brother.”

Kenji scoffed, annoyed. You tilt your head up to look at him; confused at his attitude. Did he not catch on to what you were implying when you described your type?

“You know, he’s with Juliette. Having a man, who’s in a relationship, in your room is pretty inappropriate, yeah?”

“Why are you here,” you said trying to change the subject. You heard Kenji mock your sentence. He didn’t answer.

“Kenji,” you walk up to him now standing in front of him, “Why are you here.”

He stared at you for so long you think that he unintentionally was having a staring contest with you. You were tempted to drop the conversation, ask if he wanted dinner and to stay the night as you stared into his eyes. But then you remember that he just accused you of having an affair with Aaron Warner, while yes he’s your best friend, he’s also the guy you fought with after hearing what he did to Kenji.

“Why was Warner here?”

“He’s my best friend.”

“You keep using that as an excuse.”

“What?” You scoff out, quickly getting agitated.

“You look at him as if the sun couldn’t compare to him, you speak about him as if you have a little girl crush, and he’s the only one who knows you-“

“You know me. And you know what he and I have been through.”

Kenji had a smile on his face but it wasn’t endearing at all, no, he looked pissed. On the surface he looked pissed, but in his eyes, his pretty eyes, was a hint of betrayal?

Somehow that only pissed you off even more. What was he feeling betrayed for? He’s never explained anything about him to you, you didn’t know him, and he was upset that Aaron knew a little more about than him?

“Kenji,” you say again, “I’ll only ask this one more time before I kick you out, why are you here.”

It seems that Kenji couldn’t control himself anymore as he dropped his nonchalant asshole persona, “I’m here because I wanted to know what you meant! When you described your type and it was me. I wanted to know what goes through your head every time you see me, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what Warner didn’t know.”

He took a step forward but that backtracked immediately, slowly regretting what was saying, “I’m jealous, ok,” he paused, trying to figure out the best way to say this, to tell you that seeing Warner come out of you room pushed him off the edge because why the fuck was he in your room.

He failed to notice you trying to hold back a laugh as he got lost in his thoughts, “I don’t get how Warner could be your best friend, I- it didn’t make sense until you explained your childhood with him and knowing that I’d never know you like he knows you pissed me off. It pissed me off knowing that it made sense and that I didn’t understand why you didn’t have a crush on him,”

He stopped for a second, a small pang of jealousy coursing through his veins before continuing, “because it would’ve made sense if you did.”

He looked at you again, waiting to see if you had a response. He fought the urge to throw up when he heard you laugh.

“You’re a fucking idiot Kenji. He was only here to pick up a report from me.”

With your own emotions getting too much to control at finally getting confirmation that he was indeed jealous, you close the distance between you two and connected your mouth with him.

Kenji’ lips were soft. You wanted to keep your lips on his, if you died right now you’d be ok with it as long as the last thing you felt were his lips, and you would’ve stayed like this forever if you didn’t need to breath.

This disappointment was evident on both of your faces when you pulled away.

“You really are terrible with feelings-” he cut you off by bringing you into another kiss, getting a small moan out of you at the feeling of his lips on yours.

He pulled away sooner that you’d like, a frown immediately shows up on your face while a smirk forms on Kenji’.

“You know I may understand why Warner is your best friend, but I definitely don’t like it.”

You laugh again, “Why, you want to be my best friend?”

“Well you kissed me. I’m assuming that I’m more than that.”

“You assume too much then,” his smirk immediately disappears at your words while a smile shows up on you.

You lean in for another kiss; softly pressing your lips onto his. “Kidding, I want you to be more anyways.”

[dokk-fukuro]

NSFW Alphabet [Ranpo Edogawa]

A/N: Minors not allowed, SMUT

۞₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪۞

• A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Edogawa usually spends a lot of energy in the process, so he prefers to do nothing, remaining motionless for a while. However, if he has strength left, you can count on a hot bath and eating goodies. He's sure you need to replenish your strength;

• B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) It is very difficult for the greatest detective to say which part of his body is his favorite. He loves all of himself, but if he has to choose, then these are the eyes, because you look into them with such love during foreplay. Ranpo is attracted to you by your waist. He loves hugging you in a breathtaking way, or digging his fingers into it when you're on top;

• C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Cleaning up after your act of love is a tedious task for him, so Edogawa prefers to cum in a condom. If you use other methods of contraception, he will cum inside you with great pleasure;  

• D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He likes to mentally bet on what kind of underwear you're wearing this time, so if he's wrong, which is very rare, Kenji stares at the sweets on the table in front of him, incomprehension. He also often imagines you under his table with his dick in your mouth, but when no one is there;

• E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He wasn't particularly interested in sex before you came into his life, so Ranpo only has a theory in his head;

• F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Any position in which he can look into your eyes. Eye contact is very important to him during the process;

• G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Ranpo is very serious at such moments. If most often he can be caught behind childish behavior, then, left one on one, all “childishness” comes to naught;

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He obviously grooms them, but does not shave smoothly, because it is energy-consuming. Plus Rampo doesn't have that much patience;

• I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) The romance is a bit off about him. But you can’t say that Edogawa is a hopeless stoic in moments of unity with you. Candlelight dinner or endless declarations of love are not worth waiting for, but his emotions towards you are deep, even very;

• J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Very rarely, and then on condition that you do not have the opportunity to retire or see each other at least for the time of mutual caresses;

• K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He likes when you wear glasses. Edogawa gets really turned on because they make you strict, which is very appealing to him. Bites and a collar around your neck also turns him on;

• L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Ranpo doesn't like being interrupted, so he only allows himself to touch you in places where you can be guaranteed to be alone. He likes to do it with you at his place or at your place, especially in the bathroom. Enjoy each other, and immediately tidy yourself up. Two birds with one stone!

• M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) When you are strictly dressed and bite writing objects. He likes to see glasses on the bridge of your nose, a white fitted shirt and a tapered skirt. And if you bend over his desk to hand over the papers he needs... Fukuzawa will have to work really hard to find both of you;

• N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Never do anything against your will. It is important for him that both of you enjoy making love, although it seems from the outside that he is selfish. Also, Ranpo does not accept filming of your act of love, even for personal, home viewing;

• O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He's very good with his tongue. It is, in general, no wonder how many lollipops he sucked. Edogawa loves when you sit on his face, but also loves when you sit between his legs;

• P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Measured and smooth. Rampo is mostly free at the ADA office, so he sees no point in rushing there. But there are days when the greatest detective only wants to hear you crack your voice beneath him;

• Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Doesn't like much, but resorts to it when there is no time to enjoy you properly;

• R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Experiments are of interest to him. This dilutes your intimate life, but he doesn’t really like doing anything risky, because this may imply that you may be seen, or you may be hurt; 

• S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He is not very hardy, because thought processes also take away strength, so he lasts for one or two rounds;

• T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Toys brighten up your moments of love, so he has a couple for you;

• U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Ranpo doesn't like it when you tease him, so all your attempts are futile. Even more, he easily turns your teasing against you;

• V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) If you bite him on the earlobe, he’ll most likely make a sound very close to a moan. Ranpo actually takes a lot of effort not to start moaning, especially when you take his cock in your mouth;  

• W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) One day he asked you for strawberry syrup. You're a little puzzled by this, since Edogawa doesn't use them because he thinks the syrups overpower the flavor of the dessert. At that moment, you could not have imagined that your body would be his main dessert in the evening; 

• X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Pretty wide dick, about 5.91″ with a slight curve to the right towards the middle. The head is of medium size, there is a small protruding wreath along the length;

• Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Average. Edogawa is not particularly interested in intimacy, but it cannot be said that, in principle, nothing in sex does not cling to him;

• Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Very fast. It doesn't matter how tired he is. Rampo just doesn't want to wake you up if you go to sleep before he does. He can't stop himself from stroking your face or brushing your hair out of your eyes, so he tries to fall asleep long before the idea comes into his head.

[ichigoromi]

𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐌𝐄𝐍 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

I SAID IT, MEN, MEANING TIMESKIP, WHICH MEANS ADULT OKAY, DON'T COME AT ME ABOUT THEM BEING MINORS

PLEASE, HALF OF THEM ARE MILLENNIALS, I think most of them?

Sorry, just wanna put a heads up if some people can't read it.

Pairing(s): multiple characters (TIMESKIP) x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warning (s): it's fucking kisses. Tongue action, but nothing smutty.

a/n - okay, this is all based on internet research and my imagination because I've never been kissed or kissed anyone before, so take it with a pinch of salt. Love ya!

Also yeah, I've erm hit 800++ followers on this baby, so this is a gift for y'all too😘

Enjoy!

Forehead Kisses

His height and your height are optimal for him to give you forehead kisses all the time. No doubt, this is his favourite type of kiss to provide you with. When he greets you in the morning in bed, a kiss to the forehead before the lips. Before you leave for work? Another one to the forehead. Since he is taller than you, he finds it cute that you have to look up to talk to him. He loves to interrupt you when you speak to him and just keeps on giving you kisses. He would hold you close to him on the subway or the bus and give you kisses in public to show others that you are taken. And when you two fight, he knows the perfect way to stop it.

"Babe. Let go."

His arms were wrapped tightly around you, trapping you with nowhere to escape.

"What? I'm hugging you because you look so cute." He kisses your forehead and giggles at you.

You were totally not having it, and he could sense it.

"Okay...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad, forgive me?" He cups your cheeks together, and you are weak for your boyfriend.

"Fine. I forgive you." His eyes lit up, and he gave you another kiss on your forehead.

"Ah! Stop it! You can kiss my lips too! Why is it always my forehead?!"

"Because I don't have to bend down to kiss your lips."

THIS MAN!

—SUGAWARA KOUSHI, Miya Atsumu, SUNA RINTAROU, Terushima Yuji, Koganegawa Kanji, FUTAKUCHI KENJI, Semi Eita, Oikawa Tooru, KUROO TETSUROU, Tsukishima Kei and KONOHA AKINORI

Angel Kisses

This is one of the softest kisses, one that is filled with affection and nothing but love. When he wakes up before you, he would gently kiss each of your eyelids and let you sleep in while he makes breakfast. To him, you are his world, and he treats you the best, just like you deserve it. Waking up to him by your side and him kissing you softly on your eyelids is absolute heaven. He would immediately comfort you when you were crying, trying to calm you down and give you these kisses to stop you from crying. The time he proposed to you made you bawl like a baby, but he had the perfect solution to calm you down.

He gently wipes the tears away from your cheeks and softly kisses your eyelids.

"Have you calmed down now?" You nod your head.

His kisses instantly calm you down, and you know that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with.

And you're not gonna regret it.

—KITA SHINSUKE, Sawamura Daichi, Akaashi Keiji, Tsukishima Akiteru, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, Aone Takanobu, Miya Osamu, Hirugami Sachiro, Shirabu Kenjiro, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, Kunimi Akira, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Inouka Sou and YAKU MORISUKE

Neck Kisses

It is playful, flirty but most of the time, it's comforting. When you are stressed out over work, he would come over and massage the tense muscles around your shoulders and simply kiss along the nape of your neck or along the crook of your neck. Or when he is feeling a little *naughty*, he would plant kisses along the crook of your neck to hint to you. But, most of the time, he just love to kiss your neck for fun. Sometimes, you would wake up to him kissing your neck and would not let you go at all until you kicked him out of the bed so you could go to the bathroom.

When are you cooking dinner, he would come behind you and wrap his arms behind you and plant kisses along the crook of your neck.

"I miss you at work today. Why can't I bring you to work too?" He pouts against your neck and leaves light kisses on your neck.

"Because I have work too. Babe, go take a shower; dinner will be ready then." He shook his head and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"I want to take a bath with you. We can take it later~. Hmm? Please?" He begged with his irresistible puppy eyes.

"After dinner, but now, can you leave me alone in the kitchen?"

"No!"

—MIYA ATSUMU, Miya Osamu, Haiba Lev, HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO, Yahaba Shigeru, Oikawa Tooru, FUTAKUCHI KENJI, Bokuto Koutarou, Suna Rintarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi and MEIAN SHUGO

Nose Kisses

He loves waking you up by rubbing his nose against yours gently. It was something you guys did ever since you two dated. Sometimes, it feels like a bit of puppy nuzzling close to your face, but most of the time, you can hear him giggled when he wakes you up in the morning. It is more like an intimate moment that you guys share before you two start your day. But, sometimes you a private moment could turn into a comedic situation...

He pokes your cheeks, and you are still sleeping next to him. Even though you two have been living together for quite some time, he never gets sick of waking up next to you.

"Wake up, sweetheart." He whispered to your ear; you turned to the side, ignoring him.

He shifts to the opposite side and cups your face with his hands.

"Hey, we have a fitting to get too. Wake up, baby." He nuzzles his nose against yours, but instead of waking up to you hugging him, you kick him out of bed.

And let out a loud sneeze.

"Oh, I'm sorry, babe. I meant to push you away, not kick you out of bed." You apologised immediately and offered him a hand; instead of you pulling him up, he pulled you into his arms.

"Now, we're even!"

—OIKAWA TOORU, Tendou Satori, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev, Matukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Iwaizumi Hajime, FUTAKUCHI KENJI, Konoha Akinori, Bokuto Koutarou, AKAASHI KEIJI, Semi Eita, SHIRABU KENJIRO, Kita Shinsuke and MIYA ATSUMU

French Kisses

a/n - Save the best for the last😉

Oh, it will get steamy, hot, intimate and sexy.

He will gently guide you into his arms first and then wraps his arms around your waist and let you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him down to your height. Although most of the time, he initiates the kiss, he finds it so much hotter when you initiate it first. When you plant your lips against him, he will let you guide him.

When you start biting his lips softly, he would open up and let your tongue slither into his and let your tongues get entangled together and, somehow you two ended up on the bed.

French kissing him, it always turns hot and heavy, sometimes you even forget to breathe, because his kissing technique, it's chef kisses.

"Baby, breathe. Deep breaths with me, I wouldn't want you passing out while we are making out." You two pulled apart, and you took deep breaths, trying to catch your breath.

It is no lie that the stamina he has built up since his high school years helps him a lot, and his kissing technique always makes you breathless and giddy.

"Now, are you ready for the main course?"

Oh yeah, I am😉

—KUROO TETSUROU, Miya Atsumu, MEIAN SHUGO, Miya Osamu, KITA SHINSUKE, Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO, Sakusa Kiyoomi, TERUSHIMA YUJI, Bokuto Koutarou, and SAWAMURA DAICHI

Yas, babe. I did a whole new format of writing. Did I like it? Kinda. I hope y'all enjoyed reading this!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

[zukkaoru]

waltzes into your inbox hiiii ^^

platonic kiss with kenji + anyone

spiderman kiss with kunichuu (is this predictable of me. sorry)

bloody kiss with tachigin!!

kunichuu spiderman kiss.. falls over and blacks out (other two are under the cut lol)

Chuuya is sitting on the ceiling when Kunikida returns to his dorm. Their knees are hugged tightly to their chest, and they’re staring straight ahead, gaze unfocused. Their coat looks more like a blanket with how it’s wrapped around them at the moment.

Kunikida frowns to himself. This isn’t the first time Chuuya has shown up unannounced—if Kunikida truly didn’t want them in here without a warning, he wouldn’t have given them a key. But it is the first time he can recall them stopping by just to mope.

“Chuuya?” He calls out. “Are you alright?”

They blink slowly, then mumble something Kunikida can’t make out.

Kunikida purses his lips. He toes off his shoes, then crosses over to where they’re seated. The dorm ceilings aren’t very high, and Kunikida is rather tall himself, so he’s about at eye-level with Chuuya. When he reaches towards them, they flinch.

His hand freezes in midair.

Chuuya lets out a strained sigh. “Sorry. I’m used to Dazai being the only one who sees me when I’m like this.”

“Ah.” Kunikida nods understandingly. He moves again, and Chuuya leans into the touch. It’s slightly awkward, cradling their cheek while they’re upside down, but Kunikida makes it work. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Chuuya shakes their head. “Not right now.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Chuuya shrugs.

“Let me know if you think of something, okay?”

Chuuya nods. Then, they lean forward, nearly imperceptibly. But Kunikida catches it, and he understands what they want. He closes the distance between them, slotting his lips against Chuuya’s. It’s a soft, chaste, kiss, but when Kunikida pulls back, Chuuya is smiling, so he figures it did its job.

“Will you sit up here with me for a bit?” Chuuya whispers.

Kunikida has work he needs to finish. He needs to make dinner, so it’ll be ready when Kenji returns from helping the Tanizaki siblings. He should also probably shower tonight.

“Of course,” he agrees anyway.

Chuuya’s grin is more than worth scrapping his schedule for the evening.

kenji & naomi + platonic kiss

Kenji places his finished flower crown on Naomi’s head, clicking his tongue as he does so. Once it’s in place, he steps back and grins. “It looks very nice on you, Naomi-san. You were right—the red flowers do match the tie on your uniform!”

Naomi giggles. She immediately grabs for her phone, turning on the front-facing camera so she can look at herself. Kenji has been making flower crowns for everyone in the office lately, because it gives him something to do with his hands, and Naomi is thrilled to finally have one of her own.

She’s already decided that once the flowers begin to wilt, she’s going to press them so she can keep the crown forever.

Once she’s finished admiring the crown, she sets her phone down and turns back to Kenji. She leans forward, kissing the top of his head. “Thank you, Kenji-kun. I love it.”

tachigin + bloody kiss

Tachihara’s face is painted red like the uniform marking his betrayal. The band-aid over his nose is half-peeled off, dangling awkwardly. The white bandages over his eyes are stained with blood.

But he’s still standing. He’s alive. Gin could nearly weep in relief.

They rush over to him, dodging the corpses littering the ground. They sheath their knife without bothering to clean the blade before throwing their arms around Tachihara and dragging him into a tight hug.

“Gin—”

“Don’t,” they interrupt.

Tachihara falls silent.

There are a thousand things Gin could say, but none of them seem quite right and Gin has never been particularly fond of speaking anyway. So they pull back just enough to crash their lips against Tachihara’s. The kiss tastes coppery, and Gin doesn’t know who the blood belongs to, but it doesn’t matter because Tachihara is alive.

They run a hand through his hair, imagining red now streaked through the dyed orange. Their tongue flicks against a cut on Tachihara’s lip, and he whimpers before opening his mouth wider to deepen the kiss.