#i feel the same way about matcha blossom

[sunnyyflowerrs]

guys so i think im overly obsessed with fengqing? idk why but if anyone has any recommendations on pairings like them i am all ears i am so weak for them

[stellar-skyy]

INTERSTELLAR TEASHOP — 200 followers event.

“welcome, customer! please, take a seat. our menu is right here; feel free to order when you are ready!”

in a quiet corner of the sky, there is a teashop is tucked in between the stars. as you enter, the bell makes a quiet chime in sync with the cheerful employee's greeting, while a light jazz plays in the background. the employee gestures towards a board displaying a list of drinks. it hangs over the counter, above where a row of completed orders await collection. (masterlist.)

there are only a few others inside the shop, all huddled in comfortable-looking armchairs with drinks clutched in their hands. through the window, an array of stars cast a cool glow over each visitor. the place is quiet and cozy, and smells strongly of tea.

it's about time to order, don't you think? (15/15 slots filled!)

EDIT: all slots have been filled! any orders sent in after this point will be rejected!

“oh, are you ready? let me grab my notepad!”

☆ — so, who was this order for? (character)

orders are welcome for the following characters! please note that the names that are bolded are allowed iced tea (a.k.a. platonic requests) only.

GENSHIN: Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, Arlecchino, Bennett, Chiori, Collei, Columbina, Cyno, Faruzan, Fischl, Freminet, Furina, Hu Tao, Kaveh, Kaedehara Kazuha, Kujou Sara, Layla, Lynette, Lyney, Nilou, Qiqi, Sangonomiya Kokomi, Shikanoin Heizou, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xingqiu, Yoimiya, Zhongli HONKAI STAR RAIL: Arlan, Asta, Aventurine, Blade, Clara, Dan Heng (including Imbibitor Lunae), Herta, Himeko, Kafka, March 7th, Natasha, Sampo, Silver Wolf, Tingyun, Welt, Yanqing.

☆ — oh and before i forget, did you want your drink hot or cold? (genre)

hot tea — romantic; iced tea — platonic.

☆ — alright, now that is out of the way... what tea would you like? (prompt)

EARL GREY TEA — losing the one you love the most; watching them slip right through your fingers. BLACK TEA — sacrifice; they were always willing to give their life for yours, but they weren't prepared for you to trade your life for theirs. CHAI — a quiet moment of bliss with someone you love. WHITE TEA — a dance, shared between the two of you. ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA — a letter, from someone special. (please specify your relationship with the character!) CINNAMON TEA (note: this tea is served hot only!) — agreeing to 'date' each other for mutual benefit gets tricky when one begins to develop actual feelings. PEPPERMINT TEA (note: this tea is served hot only!) — jealousy, burning in their chest as they watch you grow closer to someone who isn't them. MATCHA TEA — an injury, that is carefully cared for by them. LEMONGRASS TEA — they see you're struggling, and they're there to relieve the burden from your shoulders. OOLONG TEA — a chance meeting, that promises a delightful future for the both of you. CHAMOMILE TEA — you may be sick, but they are there to care for you throughout. LAVENDER TEA (note: this tea is served iced only!) — familial ties weren't enough to stop you from growing apart, and now you don't know if the damage can ever be repaired. HIBISCUS TEA — reassurance, from one that knows no matter what hardships you face, you will get through it. ORANGE BLOSSOM TEA (note: this tea is served hot only!) — a proposal, wherein two hearts join as one. (please specify who is proposing!) LEMON & GINGER TEA (note: this tea is served iced only!) — no matter what you go through, you are family, and they will always be there for you. HONEY & VANILLA TEA — sometimes, one just wants to feel loved. and they will hold you close until you never doubt it. STRAWBERRY & RASPBERRY TEA — baking is always better when it's with the ones you love. POMEGRANATE TEA — (royalty au!) wherein you and them are both nobility. BLACKCURRENT TEA — (hanahaki au!) you adore them, but you know they don't feel the same. and it is killing you. MANGO TEA — you have been friends since childhood; you loved each other then, and you love each other now.

☆ — if there are any more details you would like to include, please leave them in your order and i will try to add them! if you are confused, here are some example orders:

— could i order an iced chamomile tea for tighnari? — i would like a peppermint tea for aventurine. if you could, please add some extra angst as well. — can i get a english breakfast tea for kazuha, served hot? and our relationship is lovers, of course.

☆ — have you decided already? wow, that was fast!

“before i wrap up your order, there are a few things to note...”

⤷ there isn't a limit of orders per person, but please wait until i have finished your current order before sending in another!

⤷ one character and one prompt in each order please!

⤷ remember i am a full time student! i do want to get to everyone, but if i get a lot of orders, there may be a delay.

⤷ edit: i will only be doing 15 requests, and all of those slots have been filled! i may open up requests again but do not send a request until they are officially open.

“excellent! i will let you know as soon as your drink is ready~”

[daring-the-devil]

large black coffee - 8

You own and operate a new specialty cafe in Hell's Kitchen. One day, a blind lawyer walks through the door, and the trajectory of your life is changed for good. (~1000 words)

author's note: part 8! here, you start to wonder if something's up with matt. sorry this is so late, i had such bad writer's block for the longest time with this fic and i had to step back to give myself some room to breathe. this takes place post-season 3 of daredevil, so there will be spoilers for the entire show in this series!

fic note: no use of y/n or gendered pronouns

warnings: some strong language, a mention of injuries (nothing graphic)

read part 7 here | start at the beginning | series masterlist | request guidelines

~*~*~

“Hey. Hey.”

Your head jerks up from where you’d been resting it on the surface of one of the tables at the cafe, and you find yourself staring directly at Eliza, who’s looking down at you with a vaguely unimpressed look on her face. 

“What?” you ask, wincing at how scratchy your voice sounds. 

“Were you sleeping?” she asks, her tone equally unimpressed. 

You shake your head. “No. Just…thinking.” It's a lie, and you're pretty sure she can tell.

She squints at you for a moment before nodding. “Right. Yeah. Well, we’re opening in five minutes, so you better get your ass up.”

Shit. You glance at your watch and find out that she’s right. You haven’t even gotten the machines running yet. Sighing, you follow Eliza behind the counter and get to work. 

Over the last few days, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Daredevil’s visit. He hasn’t shown up on the news since then, so you don’t know what he’s been up to, but the fact remains that it’s pretty obvious to you that he’s been keeping an eye on you—which is worrisome to say the least, since you still don’t know why he’s doing that. 

Still, you find yourself feeling grateful—grateful that he saved you, that he’s looking out for you, that he doesn’t seem to have reason to go after you like he does everyone else he speaks to. And you’d really like to keep it that way. 

You finish getting everything set up right as Eliza switches the sign to Open, and as if on cue, Matt walks through the door minutes later, heading straight to the counter. 

“Hi,” you say, and a smile flicks across his face. “What can I get you? We got a new shipment of teas straight from Japan.”

“What kinds?” he asks, leaning across the counter like he’s actually interested in knowing, even though he’s just going to order the same thing he always does. You explain it all anyways—jasmine, cherry blossom, at least four different kinds of matcha. He listens carefully, his attention never wavering from you, and when you’re done, he says, “Those sound amazing.”

“They are,” you say, grinning. “I definitely recommend the jasmine.”

“Oh, then it must be good.”

“It is! Would you like to try some?”

He hums thoughtfully, his head tilted in that puppy-dog way of his, and says, “I’ll have a large black coffee.”

Eliza snorts loudly behind you. “Of fucking course.”

“Asshole,” you mutter, and impulsively, you place your hand on his jaw and lean across the counter to kiss him. 

“Get a room, you too!” Eliza calls. Matt laughs. 

“I’ll get that ready for you,” you say, already punching in his order. 

“What, the room?” he teases. 

“Go,” you say, huffing, and his laugh still rings in your ears as you turn away from him. 

It’s been weeks, and you still can’t figure out this man’s taste buds. He’s so picky about all of his food, and yet the only thing he’ll ever order from here is a black coffee. You bite back a smile as you make his drink. God, you’re so gone over this man, it’s not even funny. 

Eliza starts dealing with the second customer of the day while you pop a lid onto Matt’s drink and approach the counter. You accidentally turn too quickly and feel something twinge in your neck, likely from your impromptu power nap on the table. You wince and set the cup down. 

“Coffee for Matt,” you say, and he’s at the counter in seconds. 

“Thank you,” he says, his brow creasing. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, just got a slow start this morning,” you say. 

He reaches out to take the cup, and you gasp. 

His knuckles are bruises, even split open in some places, fresh scabs decorating his hands like jeweled rings. You know he boxes, and you’ve seen him box before (you try to push away that memory before it starts doing things to you), but this is way worse than it usually is. 

“What happened?” you ask, gently holding his hand and inspecting the cuts. 

“Ah, nothing,” he says. When you glance up at him, you see that his face is turned slightly away from yours. “Just went a little too hard at the gym last night, that's all.”

The way he says it, so carefully measured and casual, makes you pause. 

Matt’s never been anything but honest with you the entire time you’ve known each other, not that you’ve known each other long. But he’s so open about everything, so visibly caring about you and his friends and his clients and this city, that you know what he’s like when he’s being honest. 

Here, now…you’re not so sure. 

It’s at times like these when you wish he wasn’t wearing his glasses, because all they are right now is a stone wall. And, sadly, you don’t know him well enough yet to break it down. 

Matt clears his throat, jolting you out of your thoughts, and says, “Are you free this Friday? Foggy wants you to go to Josie’s with us again.”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, dropping his hand. He picks up his coffee. “I’ll be there.”

“Great.” Matt reaches out with his free hand and pulls you in to kiss you, and you kiss back without hesitation, even as your heart beats with confusion. “I’ll call you later.”

“You better,” you say, watching his retreating back.

The door opens and he steps out of the way to let in a new customer, the motion fluid in a way you haven’t seen before, and your heart jumps to your throat. 

What’s going on?

“New customers,” Eliza hisses. “What’s up with you today?”

Shit, you think, running to the counter, putting thoughts and fears about Matt out of your mind the best you can. 

“Nothing,” you say, swallowing. You put on your best smile and hope it doesn’t look too fake. “It’s nothing.”

part 9

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[jasmariswonderland]

This is several days late but at least its finally done! Here’s Sidonie’s birthday interview! I’ll also be posting the first part of her ceremonial robes story later today! Hope you all enjoy getting to know Sidonie better! 💙

~~~

Yuulan: Happy Birthday!

Sidonie: Thank you, my dear. I’m so glad you could come!

Y: I must say, your birthday outfit really suits you!

S: You think so? I feel like I stand out in white, but I guess since today is my day, I should. 

Y: Have your family sent you anything? 

S: Family sent me a beautiful card. It read “We hope you continue to blossom beautifully and stay out of trouble. Happy birthday to our blooming sorceress!” It was signed by my parents, grandparents and sisters too! 

Y: Do you mind telling us a little more about your family?

S: My grandparents own a flower shop but we all help out with the business. We sell many kinds of flowers but we are most famous for our roses. There is a special magic, passed down in my family for generations, that allows our roses to remain beautiful long past the time roses would normally wilt. Me, my sisters and mother help grandmother with cultivating the roses and we’ve all been taught the magic. I hope one day I can pass it down to my own children. 

Y: Has magical rose cultivation always been a part of your heritage? 

S: For as long as anyone can remember. There’s this one story grandmother told us when I was a little girl, about a beautiful witch who we may or may not be descended from. Disguised as a beggar woman, she offered a prince a single red rose in exchange for shelter from a winter storm. The cruel prince turned her away so she revealed her true form to him. 

Y: What happened when the prince realized the truth?

S: Hehe, I’ll leave that to your imagination, but let’s just say, the witch gave the prince a very beastly lesson in not judging those by their appearances! 

~~~

Y: What is your favorite food?

S: Crepe Suzette. Oddly enough, I don’t really enjoy desserts but crepe suzette has the perfect blend of sweet and tangy that’s not too cloying. 

Y: Do you dislike most other desserts then?

S: Milk chocolate in particular, it’s way too sweet for my tastes. The same goes for white chocolate but I love dark. My preferences in dessert tend toward more refined tastes. Mocha, marzipan, and matcha, are a few of my favorite flavors. 

Y: Is that why one of the layers of your birthday cake is a matcha cake?

S: Yep! Trey baked it especially for today! Really, he is so skilled in the kitchen! Incidentally, his family’s bakery is on the same street as my family’s flower shop. And if you’re wondering, that’s how we came to know each other. 

Y: Did you know any other NRC students prior to being enrolled here?

S: Yes, I knew Riddle because our grandmothers were friends. And Farron and I knew actually were friends in preschool but he ended up attending an all boys grade school and I went to an all girls one. So it was quite a few years before our paths crossed again at this school. Everyone else here was completely new to me but that’s not a bad thing! I’ve met so many fascinating people from all over the world and that’s very exciting! 

~~~

Y: What sorts of things do you enjoy?

S: Besides gardening you mean? Well, I really love to paint, especially with watercolors. 

Y: When did you begin painting?

S: I began last year but I’ve been making very quick progress. I’ve always had a passing interest in art but I never really indulged in that before coming to NRC. Last year, I was struggling with a project in my art class and Rook-san was kind enough to help me. He’s a very talented artist himself and under his teaching, I began painting not just for my art class, but for my own enjoyment. I think we would both be in the art club if we weren’t already in the science club. 

Y: On that same note, tell us about your activities with the science club.

S: The science club is wonderful! We experiment in any and all kind of chemistry and alchemy, crafting with potions, cultivating plants, you name it! Basically anything Professor Crewel doesn’t teach us in class, we dabble with in the science club. 

Y: Sounds like it can be dangerous if you’re not careful. 

S: Indeed, we meet a few times a week and it’s not unheard of for an explosion of some sort to go off at least once a week when we’re working! But so long as everyone practices proper safety protocols, everything is usually fine, Trey personally sees to that. 

Y: That’s good to know, and it sounds like you have a lot of fun with them. 

S: I do! And I’ve learned a lot from our club activities, particularly about creating poisons. 

Y: Uh…is there a reason why you would want to know about that?

S: Well, besides it being part of our curriculum, poison crafting is just one of those things that might come in handy in the future. You never know…

Y: Uh…should I begin sleeping with one eye open?

S: *laughs* Fear not, Yuulan! You are not the victim I have in mind, if you can call that such a thing! 

Y: Uhhhh…I’m glad for that. And once again, happy birthday! 

(A/N: When I ever get around to trying to draw it, the groovy image is of Sidonie being offered a gift by Trey. Rook and Danica are watching in the background with smirks on their faces.)

~~~

[wsknbfanaccnt]

So the Akashi Seijuro shop is soon right

Apparently theres smth that Akashi occasionally says in the store through the speakers

and I used Google Translate to translate everything lol

Akashi Seijuro Shop Voice

Welcome to Akashi Seijuro Shop.

Open a store with your name on it, even if it's for a limited time.

I'm honored to be able to

Products related to us and tastes unique to Kyoto

We have prepared elaborate products, so please buy slowly.

Enjoy your stuff.

The store also has a gallery space and a cafe corner.

I'm The recommendation of the cafe is of course matcha and Japanese sweets

Maybe a set. The elegant sweetness of fragrant tea and sweets

I think you can lay back and relax.

Of course, cold drinks and coffee are also available, so

Please choose according to your taste.

A customer who came all the way from afar to this store

I hear there are many.

I am very grateful.

It may be the first time for some people to come to Kyoto.

hey.

When you think of Kyoto, you think of the elegant streets that once prospered as the capital.

Miya has an image of famous shrines and temples lined up

think.

In fact, you can feel the history just by taking a short walk.

would

One of the charms of Kyoto is that you can see various scenery in each season.

It's one of my strengths.

Cherry blossoms in spring, green leaves in summer, and snow in winter.

From now until November, the season of autumn leaves will come.

Rune

If you are in the same Rakunan area as this store, it is a famous spot for autumn leaves.

The famous Tofuku-ji Temple and Unryu-in Temple are dyed red through the window of enlightenment.

It is also very interesting to look at the autumn leaves garden.

Also, I think it's good to pay attention to food.

I like tofu. Especially the name of Yudofu in Arashiyama

I have been to Yudofu Sagano many times.

It's getting quite chilly, so while taking a walk

Wouldn't it be nice to have some warm boiled tofu?

Fashionable sweets are also recommended for female customers

Should I give it a thumbs up?

I don't know much about it, but recently there has been a creation in Kyoto as well.

Made sweets and Western confectionery seem to be popular.

A retro coffee shop that looks great on social media and is very popular with women

That's what Mibuchi said.

Well, we've talked quite a bit.

Thank you again for coming today.

The time spent in this store and in Kyoto is special for you.

I would be happy if I became see you.

[willowfey]

Dear Hana,

Today was for sure a day! But it won't hinder me from writing to you ✨

Do you have an advent calendar this year? I got one with different nougats in it and the 2nd of December is of the “Nut” variety - my favorite.

To be honest, my absolute favorite holiday sweets are marzipan and nougat (even over chocolate-coated gingerbread)....my weakness is nougat-filled marzipan and don't give me marzipan potatoes for they will be guarded and devoured with a passion. Do you have a preference in those kinds of things?

I have already sent two Christmas parcels now and one of them will travel all the way to the USA for the next 14-20 days (well, now it's more or less 12.5-18.5 days but hey). The other one was supposed to be an advent calendar but I only remembered that Wednesday evening as I had wrapped it and put it on my desk weeks earlier and just needed a suitable box to post it in....typical chaotic behavior by yours truly 😅✌️ it will arrive soon and I imagine it will give joy even if it's slightly delayed.

As you can see, I enjoy giving gifts very much! What do you make of it - is it too much guesswork or does it just not as much fun as making experiences with each other or a secret third thing?

I'm indulging in a weekend treat of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough atm and wondered what your favorite and least favorite ice cream flavors are?

With sweet greetings,

Your secret holiday pal 🧡

Dear Holiday Pal,

I adore the eloquence and joy in which you craft these messages. I feel like I’m receiving a handwritten letter instead of a tumblr ask. I hope your day tomorrow is a little brighter!

I do have an advent calendar! Just a regular chocolate one, as well as one my mother always makes for me and my siblings, even though two of us are adults now. She hangs little gold bags on a branch on the wall, and each satchel has little gifts inside.

I’m not the biggest fan of marzipan myself… I prefer candied almonds and homemade fudge. Marzipan potatoes?? I’ve never heard of such a thing but after a quick google I’m going to assume you’re german?

I haven’t gotten any gifts or cards yet… I planned on doing everything early and now it’s December and I haven’t even started, I’d better get on it now. I myself am in the US! And it is unfortunately quite complicated and expensive to send gifts to my european friends. I try to at least send cards, but it’s always such a shame when I see things I know my friends would love, but it costs triple the price of the gift just to ship it. I do enjoy giving gifts though, especially ones I’ve made. I prefer experiences, as do my family, but there’s also something about finding the perfect thing you know the other person will love. My brother is extremely difficult to buy for but my sister is extremely easy since we like almost all the same things. So it’s fun and can be stressful at the same time sometimes.

I just had cookie dough ice cream! From a shop in a cone, though I do love ben&jerry’s. hmmm my favourite ice creams… that’s difficult as ice cream is one of my favourite things lol. I like lots of flavours depending on my mood. Cherry garcia, any kind of cookie dough, matcha, pistachio, anything with brownie or real fruit. I’m a big big fan of real vanilla bean. One of my favourites I’ve had has been a green tea and cherry blossom ice cream with sweet cream and ube sauce. I also am biased to a combo I can only get in my hometown — a scoop of coffee oreo caramel and a scoop of coconut crunch. Grape nut ice cream is also to die for but I’ve only ever found it in jamaica. As for my least favourite, i am NOT a fan of mint choco lol.

Do you have anything fun planned this week?? xx

[togescents]

poesie order came in tomorrow, aaaand i’m not good at letting poesies rest, i guess!

Green Girl: pistachio, wildflower honey, oatmilk matcha latte, heliotrope blossoms, marshmallow musk

i’ve been wanting to try this one since i came out, but by the time i decided to jump on it, it was sold out! and it kept selling out. i’m glad it was added to the GC so i finally got to try it.

see, i’ve been trying to find a genuine matcha perfumes since i’ve started collecting indie perfumes. every single perfume that claimed to have “matcha” in it was actually just a green tea. you know how green tea notes are bright and fresh, in the same way fresh water notes are, but clearly green tea? see, i love that smell! but matcha is earthy and i love how it smells, so i want THAT. i’ve seen people say green girl is genuine matcha, so... is it?

ah....... maybe?

perhaps this will change if i let it rest, but right now i get very little of what might be matcha. i actually mostly smell what might be the oatmilk, since it’s a note that’s very similar to Mysterious Fossils (smoked black tea with creamy vanilla oatmilk, cashmere sweater, tortoiseshell glasses with clear, shiny lenses, and a warm cedar chest that contains fossils encased in amber, sandstone, and limestone) which did not work for me. i think i’m getting the marshmallow musk too, since there’s some background note that feels similar to the ghost and goblin perfumes i got in this order too (both have a marshmallow base).

i honestly did not expect to get any pistachio, because for some reason i’ve never smelled it in any perfume that’s had it as a note. actually, thinking about it, do i even know what pistachio smells like? i know what it tastes like, because of course i do, they’re delicious, but smell...??? maybe i can’t smell it well for whatever reason? all i’m recalling is vaguely salty nutty smells, which can be anything.

heliotrope apparently are a flower that smells a bit like vanilla, or cherry pie, or even cinnamon, according to google. perfumers add it to add a bit of vanilla creaminess. since i’m not familiar with it i’m not sure, but i could also be getting that. there’s something else in here that smells a bit fresh and sharp, like i perceive most florals, but it’s very soft so i don’t mind it. or maybe that’s the wildflower honey? most lighter honey notes smell too sharp and astringent to me so at least i’m not getting that. i was honestly most worried about the honey.

man, this review is all over the place, and all i’ve said is i can’t really differentiate notes. let’s wrap it up with a tldr first impressions of a perfume that should probably be retested in a week!

it smells mature and classy, but still approachable. this perfume is the pretty quiet girl who always has a book on her, but is very friendly and also one of the coolest people you’ve ever met once you strike up a conversation. it IS green, but not in the way i normally mean when i say green - it doesn’t smell like fresh plants or patch or anything that stands out. everything blends together into something green, creamy, and soothing. so far i like it, but i’m not IN LOVE with it, so i’m glad i didn’t go nuts and blind buy a 5ml and get a 2ml instead.

...i DID blind buy a 5ml of Introvert Goblin (chai tea with extra cardamom, a cozy stack of old books, marshmallow, sweet pumpkin flesh enrobed in warm pumpkin spice) though. poesie is not offering individual 2mls of the ghosts and goblins, only 2ml sets, and i wasn’t interested enough in the others to get sample sets. and i knew ajevie wouldn’t have decants ready before the ghosts and goblins collection went down. i tested it briefly yesterday because i quite liked it in the bottle, and i think it’ll be a winner! i have an issue with chai scents that they’re too cinnamon-y for me, but this one with the cardamon is MMMM. the marshmallow and pumpkin just add a plush sweetness to it. i’ll have to give it a better test later, once i can!

as an aside, my introvert goblin rollerball is one of the others that does not want to roll at all. i struggled to get it to deposit any perfume on my skin. sometimes i get poesie rollerballs like this and it drives me NUTS. poesie is notoriously a softer perfume house, so sometimes i really want to slather their stuff, and this is one of hem. but i can’t if the rollerball refuses to work! maybe i should look into replacing them myself...

[nameless-shrimp]

𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 — KYOJURO RENGOKU

↳ PAIRING: Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

↳ WARNINGS: no spoilers, fluff, love confession, bittersweet ending

↳ SYNOPSIS: Rengoku has some time processing his feelings, but he decides to embrace how he feels about you later on throughout the night.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: AW YEAH MY FIRST DEMON SLAYER FIC BBY LET'S GOOOO, this is probably really bad lmao i'm sorry, but i wanted to go easy for my first one. dedicating to @dudeandduchess because mahal kita po <3 and i've been wanting to dedicate a rengoku fic to you for quite some time, love! hehe, i hope you like it.

Far beneath the horizon, Rengoku sat underneath the willow tree. Arms sprawled out, mind dazed into a mist. The stars seemed to be brighter tonight rather than usual. Rather so, it was uncanny to have him puzzled in his own tranquil state of mind—Rengoku was bold; brave, uptight in his own way though he was gentle with it in a swift manner. At least, only with your presence, and his ears perked up at the clanking noise of pans coming from the inside of your home.

Intrigued, he sits up, raising his eyebrows high. Fire lit in his heart—as typical, though he believed that it was more than the uproars that he’d bestow upon the other Hashira that he had grown accompanied to. At least, with the way you smiled at him, peeking into his eyes—watching the match light up within his pupils, his heart soared. In indescribable ways. And Rengoku watches you set the table up.

Bowls of rice decorate the mahogany wood nicely; matcha tea resting close near the edge. Fresh fish cooked to his liking, and he nearly salivates at the sight. He makes his presence known, bolstering out how your cooking always endeared him, and he frantically dives in quickly—allowing you to choke out laughs while attempting to pass over any sauces.

“As usual, Y/N, your cooking is outstanding!” He says loudly, twirling the chopsticks in his hands. “It’s always a pleasure to see you before I go out to do my assignments!”

“I’m glad you made it,” you say, swirling the tea in your hands. “I’m a bit concerned though, Kyo.”

“Why is that?” He asks, keeping a smile on his face; brows still raise in a matter of confusion.

“Something doesn’t feel right,” you admit, rolling your shoulders back in defeat. “Maybe I’m just worried that you won’t come back.”

He blinks at you mindlessly. Rengoku always understood your fear; irrational, yet he admitted to himself that it was normal for you to feel such a way. Out of all the Hashira, you remained the closest with him—though you managed to captivate him out of all people.

Rengoku eyes your look; displeased, filled with a tint of worry. A look he doesn’t typically like to see, but he works with it. Has to. For your sake; the connection he built with you was not meant to be broken.

Rengoku was a man true to his words; a kind, loud spirit, he was. The match lit in his heart was an obvious notice to his emotions—fiery blaze of reds; soon to die out into a swirl of pinks. Cherry blossoms, almost. Only you made him feel this way.

And he wasn’t going to remain in denial for so long. Truly, he was able to shout out his true nature to you. A scream of “I love you”s was an obvious act, but had you felt the same way? A Hashira; one that sacrifices his life to protect others—such as you—to be troubled with his own emotions, even for the tumultuous persona he illustrated?

“I’ll always come back to you, Y/N!” Rengoku responds, putting his bowl down. “Your food is tasty as always—of course, how could I not come back to such a beautiful talent in cooking?”

Fighting back a cough, you turn away. “You aren’t afraid to speak out your thoughts, Kyo. Really.”

Rengoku purses his lips. ‘Well…’ his mind wanders into a thought. At least, even for one moment, he allows himself to cherish his time with you—only in case the night before he leaves would be his last. His heart quickens its beat, nearly enough to have him choke on his bite of rice before he restrains himself.

“There’s something on your mind,” you chuckle, reaching for your mug. “What is it, Kyo?”

“Nothing at all, Y/N!” He says loudly, taking in bits of his rice. “You don’t need to worry about me so much. I’m honored, but your heart is filled with so much kind spirit.”

“Of course I care. I get concerned…” your voice trails off, “I wonder if there’ll be a night where you won’t come visit anymore and something must’ve happened to you.”

Clear night sky; the faint ambient noise of the wind sings from the outside. Field quiet behind the both of you. Even the warmth of his cheeks would’ve been enough to keep Rengoku cool.

The whole dinner was an exchange of conversations. A typical bit of his talk about working with the pillars—with a new occurrence of a newbie and her demon sister. An usual uprising, though Rengoku pondered on about it throughout the course of the meal.

Eyes so hollow from exhaustion. Only Rengoku could stare into your dilated pupils and note how you were feeling from overworking yourself with the crops on the daily. Though, even for the moment when the color was shallow, he noted the dust of gold across the match in his heart—a bright flame, enough to cause his cheeks to flush.

Love; Uzui scoffed at him at one point that he needed someone to hold.

“M’sorry, Kyo…” your lips purse slowly, voice fading out to a fog. “I’m very exhausted…”

Rengoku’s eyes widen, watching your tired figure nearly tumble on the table. Quickly, he rises to a halt and catches your body. A warm embrace, with your chest close to his beating heart. Not one moment did he find regret in it, and he allowed himself to carry you to the bedroom.

“It’s time for you to sleep, Y/N,” Rengoku says, fighting back a laugh. “You overwork yourself too much.”

“Shh,” you sigh, wailing a hand. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m positive you do, but you might be too overwhelmed to think right now.”

“It’s too early for bed.”

Rengoku laughs. “At least, rest. You know you need it.”

Tucking you beneath the covers, he takes the opportunity to sit close to the futon. Rengoku watches you stir underneath the whites; hand intertwining with his.

He opens his mouth, debating on speaking a word, though he decides not to.

Instead, a gentle smile rises—brightening eyes softening to low saturation, and he leans in. Lips connecting into one; you melt into his touch, not thinking once about how caught off guard you were. Heart flutters to an endless rhythm, just as he anticipated—only for his heart to burn for yours.

And you notice his smile rising against the kiss, where his large hand pets your neck softly. Tender. As if one movement could shatter you—but Rengoku knew himself better than anyone. A man so deep to dedication and brawny determination. He believed he was meant to share his waking moments of understanding this funny thing called love with you, so with the given chance, why not take it? Much as he did.

“I love you,” his tone dies down to a compassionate melody. “Very much.”

You blink. “You… what?”

“And I will return to you once I’ve fulfilled my duty,” he murmurs right before his lips press against your forehead. “I look forward to having you safe in my arms, Y/N. It’s my strong motivation. So, please, don’t work yourself too hard.”

“You want to leave so soon?”

“I have a job to do, my love,” Rengoku responds. “Focus on your rest.”

He pulls away, trailing his finger across your tired face once more before sending off a wide grin. That exuberant spirit returned at last. And his body raced into an adrenaline high, right for the given moment of exiting the small home you owned.

The night is bright; the wing rings; and Rengoku’s heart is set to a soaring flame.

He turns back, grin not escaping his face once.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he says. “Once my mission with the Mugen Train is a success, then I will come right back to you.”

[dontcallmechan]

Just wanna see who has the same main (main adjacent) character pairings as me 😅

Rinharu- will never have enough of my OTP 🖤🤤 I could make several posts as to why this is my main ship. Maybe I’ll make a post about it later, but if you ship Rinharu you know what I’m talking about lmao

Soukoku - the “hate” sex must be outta this world 👀🔥 If fate were kinder, I would say Oda instead of Chuuya, but you know how it is. Plus just the fact that they trust each other this much even now is just the icing on the hot ass cake for me.

Kagehina- bestie rivals now; rival lovers later 🥺💯 I get why people don’t ship them. I just think they would blossom into a Rinharu type relationship and I’m here for all of it. They push each other to be better equally imo and I feel like Kags has matured so much since they met. The rest of the team plays a big role in that too, but honestly I don’t think it would be the same without Hinata for him.

Matcha blossom- okay now that I’ve finished sk♾, I have no choice but to add the prettiest pairing 🍵 🌸 I put them above Renga too though I love both

Victuuri- somehow they’re still always shocked how much they turn each other on 👅😘 will never not ship. I want to see them skate together again got damn.

Kiribaku- the whole “he may be an angry land mine but he’s angry land mine” dynamic could never disappoint me 😈👿

Ritsuyu- a *given* 😘😭 I love them so much; I want more of this couple so badly. I know it would be angsty asf as Mafuyu continues to process his life, but Ritsuka would be so supportive.

Renga- Finished the show/season and my shipping senses were correct, I love them. Tons of cute moments and Langa making it very clear Reki is his happiness now is just too fucking cute 🥺🖤

Killugon- this one’s more complicated for me; I love them as besties so much, but I do think Killua has all this love for Gon that he only understands because he had to grow up that fast but he knows they both have goals/responsibilities that require them to be apart (for now) and anything more than that and his friendships aren’t even on the radar for Gon. Plus in the same way for Kagehina, they’re young and extremely ambitious, so those feelings wouldn’t be fully recognized for a minute. I think they could grow into the slowest burn love as life goes on for them. Oof and don’t get me started on how many times Killua cried over Gon because he thought he wasn’t good enough to be with him in any capacity, or how many times he compared Gon to the goddamn sun

I have so many more (Satosugu, Reigisa, Kuroken, and about 20 more), but these are my main ships that I feel the strongest about.

[ofcloudsandstars]

Spring Crossquarter {Beltane} Fantasy Feast

We are nearing the pinnacle of Spring! I long for the day when I can have the most dreamy aromatic sensual Beltane feast and celebration. However creating visual boards is the first step towards that reality. I did go overboard with some of the selections with this one, like I tried to be more Honest in my Imbolc and Ostara board (like as if I were to actually have a feast and constructed a menu) but this one I did not care about portions or the amount of dishes present, I just threw everything in there.

As I have decided to update my 2016 fantasy feasts Beltane was next after Ostara and Imbolc. These visualization posts have helped me manifest some incredible celebrations and gatherings and as my tastes have gotten more extravagant and complicated its time for an upgrade.

In the read more there are the recipe links and additional explanations on personal symbolism and of course the image credits! I also always plan my feasts to be vegan inclusive for those with dietary restrictions but also aim for all the food to be somewhat local which matters in these seasonal feasts since it's celebrating local nature. Anyway there is something for everyone here.

1: Starters Since we are in still in Spring of course there will be a crudité board, yet unlike Ostara which was refreshing and green, this would show all the floral extravagance of spring from the zesty radishes, edible flowers (Romanesco broccoli is technically a flower!) to floral seasonal toppings. To make the dip vegan for all to enjoy I would go for an Oatley crème fraiche dipping sauce I would infuse with some olive oil and chive blossoms. Along with this I would love to have the delicacy of chive butter snails with chive flowers. Not everyone would be adventurous for snails but there are a lot of other ideas here for starters such as the Creamy Garlic Scape with Chive Flower Pesto tart. Or the Purple Pansy Salad Rolls which would be a nice addition to the crudité board. Lastly I just love the presentation of the butterfly sandwiches. I'd imagine them to be like the little cucumber or spiced egg sandwiches you'd get at high tea. If I were to slap all of these dishes into one feast I would mostly have the crudité board with the scape tart and the snails. I am unsure about the rolls and sandwiches because it would just be really filling before the main course! But they deserve to be seen haha.

Floral Crudite Board Creamy Garlic Scape + Chive Flower Pesto and Asparagus Tart Recipe Purple Pansy Salad Rolls Recipe Snails with Chive Flowers Tea Party Butterfly Sandwiches Source

2: Sides The bread choice would be chive rolls. To accompany this would be floral compact butter. A lot of flowers are actually more savory and salady then fragrant and sweet. Even some of the more aromatic blooms have a vegetal undertone to their flavor which is why the violet vinaigrette caught my eye. That would definitely accompany the artichoke veggie main where guests would be able to dip each artichoke petal in. Lastly there will definitely be asparagus locally grown as they taste incredible when fresh out the garden. The ones the local garden I volunteer at taste so aromatic yet also slightly meaty? It's hard to describe but incredible sensual like the same way truffles have a somewhat "meaty" or umami flavor to them but are very aromatic.

Compound Flower Butter Recipe Honorable Mention: Compact Chive Garlic Butter Recipe Cheddar Chive Bread Rolls Asparagus Source Violet Vinaigrette

3: Mains The Main two dishes would be an aromatic duck served with a side of spring onions sliced into blooms. Duck also has such a fragrant and rich flavor to it that would accompany the floral salads and dishes very well. The vegan option would be roasted artichoke that guests can dip into the floral vinaigrette.

Roasted Beer Duck Recipe Garlic Butter Charred Artichoke Recipe Red Onion Flowers with Rosemary Recipe Roasted Onion Flowers

4: Desserts Ok this is definitely where I have gone overboard but there were too many dishes to choose from which made the selection difficult so I just included all of them for the visuals. If I were to host this feast I would realistically just pick 1 or 2 of these things (A cake and a tart) but for each sabbat I have a special dessert, a tart and a simple cake in mind so it would really depend on how many people are attending. For the special dish I would love a floral jelly, a floral panna cotta or floral jello cake like with blossoms or violets. The tart is rhubarb (I know in some regions rhubarb is very summer-y but mid-April is when it's season starts here in the UK) and the pound cake would be rose buttercream or violet sugar. I do love how buttercream can be easily shaped into flowery shapes so I’d be leaning towards that.  I just love the complexity and versatility of floral desserts. You do have to be a little familiar with what you're doing because floral flavors can easily go from sensual and enchanting to soap/perfume getting squirted in your mouth. Some flavors like rose and jasmine are very safe but others like lavender and violet can get edgy. A great way to balance those flavors out is adding honey as it balances it with a nectary undertone which makes you feel like you are eating delicious butterfly food instead of a block of soap. Lastly the Wondersmith's beautiful cake is very summer solstice vibe I will admit, but I really loved the presentation of butterflies and the elderflower blooms which are starting to bud around this time of year anyway so I thought it was worth adding in. Usually I would not include anything like strawberries in something like this as I feel they peak closer to summer solstice and are more symbolic to summer than spring for me and the region I live in currently.

Rhubarb Rose-twisted Tart The Wondersmith Elderflower Rhubarb Fairy Cake Lilac & Violet Panna Cotta Tart Lavender Lemon Sugar Pound Cake Rose Buttercream Cupcakes Cherry Blossom Jelly No bake Cheesecake Buttercream Pansy Cake Black Sesame Swirl Cake

Honorable Mentions: Lilac Cake with Matcha Glaze (Gluten Free)  Flower Bouquet Cake

5: Drinks Every beverage of course would be infused with more blooms and nectary flavors. I would love to serve fleurette cocktails upon arrival with fairy floss in them that would melt down upon pouring. Fleurette cocktails are pink prosecco, st germain (or elderflower syrup), rose water and a flower garnish. There would be so many options for non alcoholic drinks such as Lavender lemonade, floral teas and of course I would love to have a blooming tea being served in a glass pot during the main course.

La Fleurette Cocktail Fairy Floss Champagne reference Lavender Lemonade Flower Tea Source Blooming Tea Source

Honorable Mentions: Rose Tea Turkish Delight Cocktail

6: Treats Ok finally last part!! This would probably be omitted from a real feast I would host because we would probably get our sweet-tooths satisfied by dessert, however I always feel like including this part as treats always made holidays more memorable for me as a kid. Each holiday had its specific candy or snacks and they were like memorable tokens you acquired and snacked on days later after the celebration. Especially the candy!! If there were kids present these treats would definitely be given in little goody bags maybe in flower pots or planters as buckets to encourage them to grow something for their garden in them. Some ideas for treats would be glazed sugar cookies (the butterfly ones), home made pixie sticks with edible glitter, rose pops (I also love the idea of dressing up regular lollipops as flowers), rose Turkish delights, violet candies and gummy worms. The only savory treat I can think of would be like kale chips.

Rose Cake Pops recipe Butterfly Iced Cookies Homemade Pixie Sticks Homemade Rose Turkish Delights Leone Violets

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Please share your thoughts with me!! Tell me about the recipes you like to have on this day or what you associate with spring. I feel like my approach to Beltane may be different from what most of the community does but its because it's often a reflection of the nature that surrounds me. I grew up this time of the year being bombarded (literally I was surrounded by magnolia trees) with flowers so Beltane has always been a sensual floral flirty fairy festival to me.

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Image Credits:

Beltane Tea by Julia Nikitina Butterfly Animation Gif Embracing by: James R Eads Floral Tablescape Bigger Floral Tablescape Rose Lanterns Misty Forest with Bluebells Magnolia Tree Mushroom Lantern Floral candles and Lilac Dessert tablescape

[simpgirlsposts]

Listen to this while reading:D

Tokyorev MitsuyaxShyTsundereFem!Reader

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𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺,𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶(𝗢𝗠)𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆,𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆<𝟯.

How you guy's first met:

It is the 1st week of your school,you were woken up by your mom banging on your door.You went downstairs to eat,still sleepy due to finishing an anime series and starting a new one.The one you recently started was Sk8 the infinity,you were obsessed with thr head cannons including the ship Matcha blossom and Renga.

"Eat up,and change then go to school other you'll be late!"Your mother said,as she put your breakfast in front of you.

"Itadakimasu."You said.As you stared eating fast.

"Hey mom,can I get a skateboard?"You ask,looking at your mother.

"For what?"Your mom ask.

"I just wanna learn."You said shrugging,mentally praying for her to say yes.

"Sure thing I guess.Try not to get yourself hurt...and..HURRY UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE!"You mother yelled,as you nodded while smiling.

Soon enough you were running to your school your about to be late.How did this happen?You miss the bus,cause you were to caught up in the jujutsu kaisen Manga.You manage to get to class as the bell rang signaling that class is about to start.You sat in your seat,located beside the entrance of your classroom.

*After class*

It was after class,people are either going to their clubs or talking to their friends,unlike you,who is to anxious to talk or socialize with others.You just decided to go to an empty classroom,so you won't drive attention as to why you were alone in your classroom.Reading the manga you bought recently which is Jujutsu kaisen,you only paid attention to the manga and your ears at the door just in case someone comes in.On cue someone did come in,you look at the corner of your eyes to see a light lilac haired boy who seems to be the same age as you.You started panicking and thinking whether you should talk or leave or just stay put.Soon enough the boy walk towards you as you started panicking,not knowing what to do you immediately stood up.

"Sorry!I'll get going!"You said,your face heating up due to embarrassment.You turn your back at him about to leave when the lilac haired boy spoke.

"No it's ok,I was just going to grab my sewing kit that I accidentally left here earlier.You can stay here if you want.By the way I'm Mitsuya Takashi.What about you?"Mitsuya said kindly,as you look over your shoulder,to see him smiling kindly at you.

'Is this my start of an anime romance?'You though to yourself.

"Eh..(L/n)(name)"You said,gaining confidence to face him again.

How you started gaining feelings:

You and Mitsuya started hanging out quite often,when he doesn't have any gang meeting or so.

You also met Luna,Mana and Hakai.

You called him normie a few times when you guys play video games.

"Normie."You said,beating him in a video game for the 11th time.

"Ah,Sorry (name) but I have to meet you with a few friends at this time,I'll hangout with you tomorrow if I have nothing to do tomorrow"Mitsuya said through the phone,as he hang up.

"I'm sure he doesn't care about me."You said,laying on your bed,basically another therapy session to yourself.

"But it's fun being with him."You muttered to yourself,putting your arm at your face.

"Our conversation is more fun than an anime sequel itself..."You muttered to yourself once again,blushing.

You and Mitsuya are hanging out in an abandoned play ground (Not those scary abandoned playground)You were showing him a few tricks you learned to do on your skateboard.

You wanted to learn a new move and try to impress Mitsuya,so you tried to impress him,by doing a slide thingy,you saw in Sk8 the infinity.You ended up falling.

"(Name)?Are you ok?"Mitsuya ask concern as he approach you.

"Yup.100%!"You said,as you look up at him.He put a hand out for you to grab,as you slightly turned red.

'Is this my romancr anime?'You thought to yourself.

"Hey Mitsuya,who was that girl you were with?"Baji ask,after he saw you skate away,waving a goodbye to Mitsuya.

"(Name)She's actually really good at Video games and is now learning skateboarding after watching an anime.Though she did fall many times."Mitsuya said,as Baji sweat drop.

"I didn't ask about that,but ok."Baji muttered to himself.

How was this possible?How'd he do it?Is Mitsuya learning magic?You wondered,staring at the side of your TV.

Just now,you just lost from Mitsuya...a normie...your normie..friend...that kept loosing to you for the past weeks.Just won.

Mitsuya chuckled as he look at your disbelief face.

"(Name)?"Mitsuya called out,as you look at him.

"I guess the student beats the master in the end right?"You said,as you both laugh.

Mitsuya soon left your house,before 5 can strike since he said he had to go back home to cook dinner for him and his younger sisters.

"Oh what a nice boy.What did you guys do all day?"Your mother ask as you smiled at her and opened your mouth,but your mind went blank.

"We.....wha...what...did we do again...AAAAH!I FORGOT!"You yelled in horror.As your mother giggled.

Today was the day...hopefully...you can confess your feelings.You wanted to do so,to let your feelings out.

You told him to meet you in the place where you both met first.As he arrived Mitsuya smiled at you.

"Did you need something (name)?"Mitsuya ask,as you nodded.

"Mitsuya!You see I---"You were cut off by Mitsuya's phone,as your face broke.

"Sorry (name)I have to go....maybe some other time?"Mitsuya said,looking at you apologetic,as you nodded.

He walk out of the room,as you sigh in disappointment.

"How much longer do I need to wait?How much distance should I give you?"You ask yourself.

"I don't need this Anxiety.All I want is to find confidence."You sigh to yourself,as you exit the classroom.

You saw Mitsuya a few bruises on his face,you ran towards him.

"M-Mitsu-kun!What happened to you face?"You ask in a panicky voice.

"(Name)?There's no need to worry about me."Mitsuya said brushing it off,as you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Idiot.Of course I'm going to worry after all!I'm your....friend."You said,as he chuckled.

"You know its unlikely like you to worry about someone."Mitsuya said,as you blush in embarrassment.

"Fine then,I guess I won't worry about you."You said turning your back on him,as you heard him chuckle,making your face red.

You heard a few rumors that Mitsuya liked a girl,and you were anxious and had a tinsy witsy hope that it was you.

"Hey,Hakkai...do you know who Mitsuya like?"You ask,as Hakkai shrugged.

"Not sure actually..I heard from Chifuyu he likes my sister Yuzuha."Hakkai said as you nodded,mentally feeling down.

"Thanks for the Info!"You chirped as you ran off.

'Why did I get my hopes up?!Of course I'm the side character that would of gotten rejected if I confess!'You thought as you reach your house,you ran to your room as you laid down your bed sighing.

"How nice,if all my courage could reach you."You muttered to yourself,looking at your bedroom ceiling.

"I guess I was too late."You muttered,closing your eyes.

Hopefully y'all enjoyed reading this:D.I was so obsessed with "My chance"by:Satoshi Kada.That I was inspired to make this:>.

[jackrrabbit]

practice makes perfect /// Mitsuri x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Hey! I read your Shinobu NSFW thing. I was wondering if you could write a Mitsuri NSFW thing but not as intense? Like Mitsuri and her female S/o are cuddling and things get a really steamy so they start kissing and fingering each other? Please and thank you!

A/N: REPOSTING because when I posted this a few hours ago it was glitching and not showing up in tags and stuff :( sorry to anyone who has already seen it!

I love Mitsuri and I get so few f/f reqs so ty for the request 💕 Y’all know idk how to write true vanilla so this is a little more spicy (Mitsuri and reader are not in an established relationship), but I made it soft just for you anon

Summary: When the most popular girl in school offers to help you practice kissing, it’s not like you’re going to say no.

Tags/warnings: inexperienced reader, femme preppy Mitsuri, she’s a little soft dom? like just a tiny bit, mild orgasm control, fluffy smut, crushes, modern high school AU, heteronormativity, reader thinks she’s straight lmao, all characters are adults

Okay, Mitsuri isn’t just the queen bee of your school. She’s also the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. It shouldn’t be possible for a person to be that beautiful, much less fair—what was god thinking when he gave her that pink and green hair that would look clownish on anyone but her? Those thick, dark eyelashes framing eyes you feel like you could drown in? Those long, perfect legs?

(Not that you stare at her legs or something. It’s just—your school uniform skirts are kind of short, and she always wears those striped thigh-highs, and she sits next to you in senior Biology and sometimes she stretches her legs out in the aisle between your desks and flexes them while she sighs during long lectures, and seriously, her legs are perfect.)

Mitsuri is the kind of girl who gets asked out by a different guy every other day. She has a fan club. Boys write Mr. _____ Kanroji in their notebooks, circle it with hearts, and fantasize about marrying her. She has more ex-boyfriends than you have Facebook friends. So you’re really sure why, somehow, you two have become…close?

If you have to, you can trace your friendship back to that Biology class. The teacher has a bad habit of cold-calling students for answers to questions, which makes him pretty unpopular. You’ve gotten used to it over the months, deciding that rebelling is a less productive method of dealing with it than just making sure to review the textbook chapters at least twice before every class, but apparently Mitsuri isn’t quite as familiar with the material.

When the teacher calls on her (a bit vindictively, you think, probably because she’s chewing pink bubblegum and drawing cherry blossoms in the composition book she’s supposed to be taking notes in) to ask her something about determining whether an organism’s life cycle exhibits zygotic, gametic, or sporic meiosis, she just gapes blankly back at him.

You feel sorry for her. It’s always painful to watch when someone can’t answer a question in class—you might be a fairly good student, but you still sympathize with how embarrassing it is to be put on the spot like that. The teacher refuses to move on, repeating her name and prodding her until her face is flushed bright pink and her lower lip is trembling. You’re not trying to pity her, but you can’t help it, and before you can think better of it you’re writing ‘compare diploid and haploid forms’ in the corner of your notebook and surreptitiously sliding it her way.

After the class, she pulls you aside in the hallway to thank you, eyes bright, telling you you’re so smart and kind and thoughtful and wondering how come she’s never talked to you before. “What a waste! We sat next to each other all semester, and I’m only getting to know you now.”

No wonder she’s popular. Her exuberance is infectious, like her good mood is seeping into your skin from her hand wrapped around yours. Mitsuri isn’t just pretty, she’s the kind of person who makes you feel good about herself just by being near her.

You’re about 100% sure that’s the last time the two of you will talk (unless she needs help with Bio homework and decides you’re the best candidate to get answers from). But it’s not. Mitsuri insists on treating you to boba after class—you try to deny her but she refuses to hear it and you can’t say no to her when she looks at you with those pretty jade-chip eyes. You get milk tea with black tapioca pearls swimming in caramelized fried sugar; her drink is jasmine rose fruit tea with tiny cubes of green apple floating at the top. “It looks like your hair,” you tell her, motioning toward the pink-and-green drink.

“Really?” Mitsuri’s cheeks turn red, which you notice is a frequent occurrence for her. “That’s why I got it. Isn’t it cute? I love how pretty all of the drinks are at this teahouse.”

The two of you split a little matcha cake. And then a vanilla taro cake. And then Mitsuri orders sweet potato fries and gyoza and fried chicken and shrimp tempura and wow, this girl can eat. “I kind of have a big appetite,” she tells you shyly some time around her fourth order of hanami dango. “Sorry, is it weird?”

“Not at all! It’s cute,” you blurt out, and then immediately cover your mouth. Cute? Where did that come from? That’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to be saying to a girl you barely even know, or is it? Maybe you’re overthinking this. Mitsuri is so beautiful it’s hard to think straight around her.

You’re so busy staring down at your lap and blushing that you don’t notice she’s doing the same thing.

Mitsuri seems to take that teashop date hangout as permission to pursue a full-fledged friendship with you. Before you know it, she’s inviting herself over to your house after school, dragging you to cafés and picnics to study together on the weekends, and begging you to sit with her at lunch. Her other friends don’t seem thrilled at your being her favorite new playmate, but she doesn’t mind it so you try not to, either.

Like right now. It’s a weekend, and she’s decided that her house is going to be the setting for an overnight Bio study session slash sleepover in anticipation of the test you have coming up. You’re scouring the textbook for an answer at her desk while Mitsuri lies on her stomach on her bed with her feet kicked up behind her and crossed at the ankles. Graded quizzes are spread out in an arc around her on the cotton candy-colored duvet, and the sparkly gel pen she’s using to write flash cards is poking out of the corner of her mouth. With her fair skin barely covered by a tank top and shorts, loose hair flowing over her back, and dark brows furrowed in concentration, she looks like the centerfold of a teen magazine from the 90s.

I bet guys have wet dreams about her, you think. Then you shut down that line of thinking, shut it all the way down because you’re not supposed to be thinking these things about a female friend, no matter how pretty she is or how glossy her lips look even though she’s just wearing chapstick or how good she smells (like strawberries? honey? or whatever sweet she ate last, you’re not sure). But you can’t quite tamp down the feeling that you’ve stumbled on some unbelievable luck to get close to her.

You’re not the only one having trouble focusing on your studies. “I’m done with this!” Mitsuri exclaims, throwing down her pen so it makes a stray line on the quiz she was reviewing before it bounces off the bed. “I’m so tired of studying, aren’t you? If I learn another thing about cell division my brain is going to explode. Can’t we take a break?”

“Sure, if you want to get another 43%. Didn’t your dad say he’s going to stop paying your snack food fund if you fail one more exam?”

Her pink mouth drops open. “Hey! That’s not fair, I didn’t tell you that to use it against me. Be nice.”

But after a second, Mitsuri’s pout turns into a giggle. She hooks her foot around the stem of the office chair you’re sitting in and pulls it toward the bed along with you. “Come on! Let’s talk about love. Do you have a crush?”

You roll your eyes but relent, sliding off the chair and onto the big, fluffy bed next to Mitsuri. You can always get back to reviewing after you take a short break, right? She gathers up the quizzes and notecards and dumps them unceremoniously on the nightstand by her bed to make space for you, all too eager to stop thinking about Bio.

“I don’t have a crush,” you tell her.

“Really? There’s no one you think is cute? No one you want to get to know a little better?”

Well…if that’s what she means… You glance sideways at her. There’s definitely someone you think is cute who you want to get to know better. She doesn’t have to know it’s her—not that you have a crush on her; that would be ridiculous.

If she’s going to get that excited about your potential crush, how are you supposed to tell her you don’t have one? You’ll just have to pretend, for her sake. “I guess there’s someone. I wouldn’t call it love, but…”

Long black lashes flutter up at you as Mitsuri blinks. “Oh my gosh, who is it?”

“It’s a secret,” you say quickly.

“Aww, but I wanna know who you have a crush on!” She scooches closer to you and pokes you gently in the side. “Do I know him? Is he a senior? What does he look like? What do you like about him?”

“Um yeah, you know…him. He’s a senior but you’ll never—seriously never guess who it is, so don’t even try. He’s…really good-looking, I don’t know. He has nice hair…and, um, nice legs. And he…” you trail off, wondering what you can say about your secret ‘crush’ that won’t tip Mitsuri off that you’re talking about her.

“…I like him. He talks a lot but you can tell he cares about what you’re saying when he’s listening to you. He’s kind of dreamy and self-conscious about dumb things but it just makes me like him more.”

Was that too much? Mitsuri is looking into your eyes in pure rapture, holding onto every word you say. Are you being obvious? But—no way. She’s so loved by guys that she’d never even suspect that a girl could like her too.

Not that you like her. Not like that, at least.

After a moment when you feel your heart beating so deeply that you’re sure she can hear it too, she smiles sweetly and pinches your cheek. “You’re really pretty when you’re talking about your crush, (Y/N). You look like a maiden.”

You bite your lip, not sure whether to be embarrassed or flattered. If any other girl as beautiful as Mitsuri called you pretty, you’d think they were being insincere, but she’s not like that. Her genuine affection shines through in everything she does. If you’re pretty, she’s Helen of Troy.

“What do you mean, ‘a maiden’?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” Mitsuri says, tracing invisible hearts into her bedspread with a fingertip. “You just look…innocent somehow? Like this is your first love.”

You duck down, blushing.

“Wait, really?” She sits up and easily flips you over onto your back (sometimes you forget that a decade of cheerleading has made her at least a dozen times as strong as you are) so she can blink brightly at you. “This is your first love? Ooh…”

“Is that so weird?” you ask a little defensively. “I don’t get a lot of crushes.”

“No, it’s not weird! It’s cute,” Mitsuri says. “But aren’t you nervous? What if you fall in love with him and you guys start dating and you don’t know how to do anything?”

“Do what?”

“You know. Like, kissing and stuff. Aren’t you worried that you’ll have your first kiss with him and he’ll be like, ‘oh my gosh, you can’t even kiss, I don’t like you anymore’.”

“No one would say that,” you reply, but the scenario does strike a pang of anxiousness in your heart. You’ve always been too focused on school and friends and family to bother worrying about love, but the truth is you have worried about the fact that you’re soon going to be a high school graduate who has never so much as kissed another person on the lips.

“You have no idea,” Mitsuri sighs. “Boys are so mean. But I can’t believe you haven’t had your first kiss!”

“That’s rude,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

She flaps her hands in the air frantically. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that! Sorry! I just meant I can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend when you’re so pretty and nice. The boy who locks you down is going to feel super lucky that he gets to take all of your firsts.”

You sit up next to Mitsuri and lean back on her cushioned headboard. “I don’t care about that. Honestly, I’d rather have some practice before I get involved with anyone.”

A beat passes. Then— “Really? You want practice?”

You shrug. “I mean, I guess? But it’s not like I can just pick up some random guy and tell him to let me practice kissing.”

Mitsuri cocks her head to the side and long pink fringe falls away from her face. “You don’t need to do that. Just practice with me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” What, is she going to give you tips on tongue technique or something?

“…Like this,” Mitsuri says softly—and then her delicate hand is stroking up the side of your jaw and carding into your hair, tilting your head to face hers and pulling you closer. She hesitates before she makes contact, looking in your eyes as if to confirm are you okay with this? But (maybe because you’re caught off guard, maybe because you think you do need the practice, or maybe because that angelic strawberry-honey smell is way too intoxicating up close) you don’t stop her, and she leans in and completes the kiss.

It’s soft. Smells sweet. Tastes sweeter.

Mitsuri’s lips are velvety and glossy-damp moving against yours. The scent you thought was honey is really honeysuckle—there’s a fresh floral quality to the taste as her lip balm is transferred from her mouth to yours.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but by the time she lifts back from you your lips are tingling. You cover your mouth with your hand like a damsel from a Victorian-era novel and stare wide-eyed at her.

“How was that? Your first kiss?”

“I—um, I liked it I think?”

Mitsuri smiles at you and it’s like a ray of sunlight falling down through a break in the clouds. “Yay! I’m glad.”

The two of you sit in silence for a second, and you wonder what you’re supposed to do now. Go back to studying? You’re not sure you’re capable of that when you feel like she’s…still kissing you. It hasn’t quite hit you yet that this is your first kiss—something special, something you’ll never forget. The feeling of Mitsuri kissing you is going to be written on your heart for the rest of your life.

What have I done? you think, but it’s not condemnatory. It’s a question, maybe neutral, maybe hopeful.

“Come on, come here,” Mitsuri says. “You need a little more practice.”

And then she’s kissing you again, all the while pulling you closer, closer, into her lap. She breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur to you to open your mouth. When you do, her tongue slips in, prodding gently between your lips and sliding up against yours. It’s a weird feeling—you can’t say with certainty that it feels good, but it doesn’t feel bad, either. It feels like something you could get used to.

This kiss is longer and deeper, and Mitsuri is sighing into the place where your lips meet. The kissing sounds are both embarrassing and thrilling. You can hardly believe that you’re actually doing this, kissing Mitsuri Kanroji in her bedroom and sitting in her lap with your thighs hovering over hers because you’re scared to let yourself press any deeper into her.

By the fourth kiss, you think you’re getting the hang of this. Your fingers are laced in Mitsuri’s hair, pulling her bangs out of the way so you can see her face clearly. Her eyes are hazy and intense, a warm glow suffusing her cheeks, and her lips are reddened. The feeling of not knowing whether you like having her tongue in your mouth or not is gone. You like it. You want more of it. You could do this all day.

…But apparently Mitsuri has something else in mind. She moves back and looks at you like she’s got a secret she’s dying to tell you. Her hands slide up your thighs, almost reaching the hem of the skirt you’re wearing—it’s knee-length, comfortable and practical for the weather—but with your legs spread over hers, the fabric is bunched up at the juncture of your hips and legs, exposing your thighs to view. Mitsuri’s fingernails (manicured, short blunt French tips, pale pink with stripes of gold near the nail bed) scratch painlessly into your skin. “You learn really fast, (Y/N).”

“Thanks…” you pant out.

“Can I do a little more? Just a little. ‘Cause, I mean, I don’t know if you’ve ever done this yourself—”

Oh. Oh? Mitsuri’s hand is creeping up under your skirt.

“—but it’s really good to have some experience with this, too, before you do anything with boys.”

She’s touching your pussy through your underwear. Those pretty manicured hands are stroking you through the fabric, fingertips sliding up between your lips with practiced precision. Oh god, can she feel how wet you are? You’ve felt that dewy heat growing at your core for a while, but you didn’t think she would touch you and feel it. “Mitsuri?”

“Are you already wet?” Two soft fingers pet your clit, moving over it side to side through your panties. “Did you get wet for me?”

“Mm—mm—Mitsuri…”

“Can I touch?” She pops her chin up and kisses you on the cheek, and then again on the other cheek, the side of your mouth, your forehead, all the while rubbing your pussy.

On the sixth teasing little kiss, you gasp and kiss her fully on the lips. “…okay?”

“Good…” Mitsuri smoothly pushes your ass up so she can hook fingers under the waistband of your panties and tug them down past your hips. You shift and let her do it—it feels like her touch is too hot, sending trails of warmth over every place where your skin meets. Her touch lingers even as you awkwardly straighten out of her lap for just as long as it takes to remove your panties and deposit them gracelessly on the floor.

Are you doing this right? Even with your shirt and skirt on, you feel more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of another person. You’ve never done anything remotely like this before—how weird is it that the first person to touch you is going to be a female friend? That you’re not doing this for the right reasons (and what are the ‘right reasons’? love? intimacy? desire?), but for practice?

Mitsuri settles you back onto her lap and slowly drags your shirt up over your bra. When the undergarment is exposed, she bites her bottom lip and sucks in a breath, and you feel eternally grateful that you, by some coincidence or trick of fate, decided to wear one of your nicer bras today. She cups the side of your breasts and runs her thumbs over the lacy wine-red fabric. “Beautiful…you’re so sexy, (Y/N). I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

Your cheeks feel hot. Maybe desire is part of the equation after all.

Leaving your shirt bunched up over your tits, Mitsuri returns to your pussy, petting over your thighs and stroking up your mound. Her index finger dabs into the wetness leaking out of you and then circles around your clit.

Around your clit, not on it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she’s deliberately not touching the place where you want— need to be touched. Her fingers are light and fluttery, not forceful in the least but making you crave more anyway. You try not to let your hips move, but before long you’re twitching on her fingers, trying to get her to do what you want. Your hands are braced uselessly on the headboard, but you hesitantly pick up your right hand to replace hers and touch your clit properly.

She isn’t having it. Her free hand catches yours before you can do anything. “Arms around my neck,” she tells you.

It’s frustrating to be unable to touch yourself when she just keeps building and building with these little flutters, but you trust her. Mitsuri’s a lot more experienced than you are. Slowly, you wrap your arms around her neck and wind your fingers into her loose hair.

Whatever she’s doing, though, it’s working. Even if you couldn’t feel how wet you are, you’d be able to hear it, the slick sucking sounds of your cunt dampened with your arousal. You’d be humiliated by the way it’s so obvious that you’re turned on if you were cable of thinking straight. Besides, Mitsuri doesn’t mind—at least not judging by the way she’s looking at you.

“Mitsuri…Mitsuri, can you…” You don’t know how to ask her, but you need more.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Two fingers brush over your clit again and you almost flinch, the light contact sending a spark directly through you. “Tell me what you do when you do this by yourself.”

“I…um…it’s embarrassing…”

“It’s not embarrassing.” Mitsuri lays a short peck on your cheek. “Do you know how pretty you look? I could fall in love with you right now.”

It’s not serious. It’s just the kind of thing Mitsuri says without thinking, but your heart skips a beat anyway. “Touch—a little harder…”

“Where?”

“You know where!” you tell Mitsuri, with as much bite as you can muster.

Mitsuri smiles. “Here?” She pushes a finger into your pussy and you whimper. “Or…here?”

And she’s touching your clit, rubbing over it quickly and franticly, the first direct contact you’ve had since she started. The muscles in your back tense, legs stiffening, toes curling in your fluffy white socks. “Oh— oh, oh, oh— Mitsuri…”

“Does that feel good?”

After all her teasing, it feels more than good. It’s like you’re being filled up with something, some kind of heat that her fingers are bringing out in you, and it’s about to tip over and spill out. You rock your cunt against her fingers, trying to get her to go harder—but she’s already rubbing against you so quickly that you can’t think straight.

Two fingers slip deeper into your pussy, spreading you apart and pumping your slick cunt while her palm provides sloppy stimulation to your clit. You mewl and fall forward onto her, head thrown over her shoulder, so you can feel the vibration of her soft laughter in your chest. “Do you like it? I can tell…you know, your insides are holding me really tight….”

How does she say such dirty things with that pretty mouth? You’d tell her off if you thought you could speak without moaning. “Unff…mmm…”

“I’m going to make you cum, baby,” Mitsuri hums. “You’re going to cum on my fingers, okay?”

She’s right. You’re about to tip over that edge, overflow, get off with Mitsuri fucking you with two fingers twisting and hitting your g-spot and sliding over you so deliciously that you don’t even care that all of this is wrong. “I’m— I’m cumming—“

“Uh-uh.” Mitsuri’s hand stops, still touching but no longer moving, and the heat in your pussy plateaus and then dips.

You’re so frustrated you want to scream. “Mitsuri…!”

“Can you do something for me?” She resumes the teasing movements from before, edging over your clit but not finishing it. “Tell me who you really like.”

“What?”

“I know you like me.” Her free hand, around your waist, slides up and presses her thumb into the divot between two vertebrae in your spine. “When you were talking about your crush, I know it’s me. Tell me you like me.”

“I—I don’t—“

“No, you do. You like me. Say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum. You want to cum, don’t you? You need it? I’m going to give you what you need, so tell me you like me…”

It’s not like she’s being cruel. Mitsuri’s tone is as sweet and kind and caring as ever. Her pace is agonizingly slow and she’s right, you need it. You’re lucky your chin is resting on her shoulder because you wouldn’t be able to stand it if she saw the look on your face as you choke out, “I like…I like you, Mitsuri! I like you!”

“I like you too, (Y/N),” Mitsuri gasps, and then her fingers are moving again, rubbing your clit, making you crazy, and it’s only a second but you want it so bad that you only need a second before you— you’re— you’re falling apart—

“Mitsuri!”

Oh god. Oh god. It feels good, it feels crazy. You can’t think. You can feel the muscles in your pussy squeezing down intermittently on her fingers. She holds you still as the shocks race up through you, letting you twitch and convulse in her arms.

“See now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mitsuri sings in your ear.

It takes you a long moment to get the strength to sit up, flopping bonelessly backward on her thighs so you can look her in the eye. “I don’t know,” you sigh finally. “Wasn’t exactly easy.”

Her eyes close when she smiles. “Don’t worry about it. You just need a little more practice.”

[einfalls-los]

I am not okay.

Listen, I don't usually get emotional over anime, especially not wacky anime like sk8 (that is not an insult, btw, I love sk8 for what it is). Maybe it's because I had a very emotional and exhausting 2021 so far but sk8 has quite literally been my comfort anime this whole year. And I expected it to get a little angsty like most sports anime. But I was not ready for the gut punch that was episode 9.

So I'm gonna rant about / process the whole thing under the cut (so spoilers, obv). Also, I'm using this as a scream-into-the-void kinda thing but feel free to comment your thoughts if you have any.

Alright first things first - I don't really care for renga. I do think they're super cute and I want to see them together and happy but over the last few years I get less and less drawn towards ships involving high schoolers. It's probably only natural, the farther I get from my school days the least interesting high school romances are getting. Therefore I don't have a lot of thoughts on them this episode. But their moment on the track was just so sweet? And so gay??

To get it out of the way: I hate Joe's skating style.

I wasn't really into the race between Joe and Langa, it felt like something they had to get out of the way to let the plot progress (and get to the Cherry/Adam race already).

I actually really like the route they seem to go with reki. It was set up as that trope of someone realising they're better suited for the support team instead of going to the front lines because they're surrounded by prodigies and while pretty good just not ... well, a genius. We saw it in how amazing the boards he makes are, we even got the "inspirational interview he by chance sees on tv". But this episode he clearly states - no, he does not want that. He wants to skate! Not being a genius be damned! And I think that's really neat iff they continue this correctly. I can see this going multiple ways - him achieving what he wants through hard work and not talent. Or even him not getting as amazing as the others AND THAT'S OKAY. Because that's not the important part, the important part isn't skill but fun.

Now about the big fish - the whole Kojiro/Kaoru/Ainosuke backstory and the Cherry vs. Adam race. Okay, let's see if I can organize my thoughts enough to form coherent sentences.

I am not used to canon lgbt characters in anime. I tend to not like most bl series because of their stereotypes and a lot of them have issues with portayal of consent and outside of those gay characters are so so rare. There are a few examples of course but it's pretty much always subtext.

Now, I know what we got here was also hardly more than subtext but hear me out. I was fully ready to read anything gay happening in this series as fujo fanservice and go on with my life. I had fun ready matcha blossom fics and scrolling through the tag but I expected literally nothing to come out of this. I was super surprised by the "Langa confessing to his mom" scene last week but was still prepared for it to be ignored or to be told "in a bff kinda way" later.

But somehow it feels like this episode crossed a boundary. I can't define why. But it feels too much to be fanservice-y anymore. When at the same time it still isn't canon. Not in an explicit way like I want.

Also, funfact - there is a post sitting in my drafts from last week. I didn't post it because I got distracted by other stuff but it said (paraphrased): a little angst-y headcanon but what if kaoru was actually in love with adam in the past. That's why he is so obsessed with skating against him. And him and kojiro are either already a couple and kojiro is worried he isn't over adam or ko is pining for him and doesn't think kaoru is reciprocating his feelings (and is right about it???). --- and this is pretty much literally what happened this episode???? I don't know how to process that, how am I supposed to feel about that?

And last but not least: For a long long time I haven't hated an antagonist in the way I hate Adam. I was already iffy about him in past episodes but more in a "oh look at this creep ha ha" kinda way. I hate his aesthetic and his whole drama schtick and I am super creeped out by the way he treats langa. And when we got a bit of his backstory last episode I was like - I get it. I will not forgive his actions, I still want to see him in jail but I get it. But again, I feel like he has crossed a line this episode. This may be a very personal line for me but I just got so genuinely angry at him and I don't know what to do with this emotion. Especially since I am about 90% sure adam won't have to answer for his actions in the way I want him to. I am just so disgusted and angry with his character and his actions and knowing it will not be handled like I want it in-universe.

I don't want Langa or Reki to skate against him I don't want to give him the satisfaction and I want those kids as far away from him as they possibly can be. I want Kaoru and / or Kojiro to deck him in the fucking face, I want him to know this is not fucking okay, I want him to suffer and rot in jail without ever touching a skateboard again. (And if he has to lose a race I still want it to be against cherry as my baby deserves.) And I want matcha blossom happy in each others arms, kaoru healing from his feelings and disappointment in adam. I want everyone to be as happy as possible except for fucking adam. FUCK.

[jubesy]

Could you do 20 for matcha blossom please these docs are curing my depression istg

Aww, thank you, anon! I’m glad you’re enjoying them~  I went the sick!fic route with this one. I hope that’s okay!

Matcha Blossom #20 “I’ll protect you, no matter what...even if it kills me.”

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Cherry was not some fragile thing. He just wasn’t as...robust as a certain thick-headed gorilla he knew. But even so, when Cherry needed help, he wasn’t so stubborn as to not ask for it. If it was completely necessary, that was.

So, the fact that Joe hadn’t even messaged him to alert him to his current condition was...troubling. Especially considering Cherry wouldn’t have even known about it if he hadn’t shown up at Sia la luce unannounced, as usual, breezing through the dining room to sit in his favorite spot by the bar. It wasn’t until he’d been seated for a few minutes -- without a single word of greeting from his childhood friend -- that he grew suspicious.

“Called in sick,” Cherry muttered to himself as he climbed the steps to Joe’s apartment. One of the servers had timidly approached the bar and informed him as much. “He could have at least sent a text.”

It wasn’t like Joe had bailed on him, exactly. This wasn’t a date, for heaven’s sake. But Cherry did tend to swing by after work and Joe… Well, Joe never missed work. Never got sick, actually. So, he must have been feeling particularly awful if he’d abandoned his staff -- That wasn’t true. The assistant manager was plenty capable --  but Cherry had overheard the regulars wistfully sighing when they received the news that the head chef was out for the evening.

Cherry shook his head as he reached the door, his fist raised and poised to knock. He rapped once. Twice. And by the third time, he was annoyed. Annoyed and...something else.

“Kojiro!” he called, knocking again.

What if...what if something had happened? What if Joe had tried to take a shower and go to work and slipped and hit his head? Once when they were in high school, Cherry had gotten a fever so awful that he could barely move, but he didn’t want to miss class -- despite his appearance, his attendance record was flawless -- and he’d done the exact same thing. If Joe hadn’t caught him…

“Kojiro!” he tried again, but received no answer.

Perhaps Joe had tried making himself some soup. Maybe he’d burned himself in his weakened state. Or he’d fallen asleep while it was simmering and it boiled over. Or what if the heat was too high and the kitchen had caught fire?

Cherry shook the ridiculous thought from his head. Joe was grace under fire, though some wouldn’t believe it. Every time Cherry was sick, including the time he’d passed out during fifth period, Joe had always been there to take care of him. In fact, his soup -- his grandpa’s recipe -- was a cureall.

Still, Cherry was...concerned. So, seeing as Joe still hadn’t shown himself, he reached under the mat for the spare key and made to unlock the door, but rolled his eyes as he jiggled the knob. 

“Idiot ape,” he muttered as he let himself in. “Leaving the door unlocked.” 

But that only worried him further. Was Joe in such a state that he’d wandered out? Or maybe he had someone over?

Something acrid bubbled in Cherry’s belly at the thought. Was Joe playing hooky? Had some girl come over the night before and stayed? Anger swelled in his chest. To think, he was worried about him!

But even as that thought crossed his mind, deep down, Cherry knew that wasn’t the case. Joe was a frivolous, flirtatious, and feebleminded oaf, but not when it came to things he took seriously. Like his career.

So, taking a deep breath, Cherry padded down the hallway and opened the door to Joe’s bedroom. It was dark inside, but the light pouring in from the hall illuminated a lump on the mattress, covered in the duvet and surrounded by wadded up tissues. There was an open bottle of cold medicine on the nightstand, the measuring cup stained, but empty beside it.

Well, at least he was present enough to take medicine. 

“Kojiro,” Cherry called again, softly this time.

A large, hand clawed its way out from beneath the comforter, drawing it down to reveal a mess of curly hair and a flushed face. “...Kaoru?” 

Cherry bit back a fond smile. “Yes, it’s me.” He drew closer and took a seat on the edge of the mattress. 

“You came?” Joe blinked up at him with bleary eyes. 

“Yes,” Cherry said again. “Even though you neglected to tell me you were sick.” 

Joe had the decency to look sheepish. “I conked out after I called the restaurant,” he confessed. “What are you doing here?” 

“One of your servers informed me of your condition, so I came to check on you,” Cherry replied, heat rising in his own cheeks at the admission. He covered it up with a jab. “And here I thought idiots like you couldn’t catch colds.” 

Joe chuckled and then coughed into his fist. “S’not a cold,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I’m dying.”

Cherry rolled his eyes. “You’re not dying.” He moved closer, pressing a palm to Joe’s forehead. “I am surprised, though,” he added. “As long as I’ve known you, you’ve never gotten sick.”

Joe nodded, closing his eyes and nuzzling against Cherry’s cooler hand. “I overdid it at work,” he admitted. “We had a health inspection and then not one, but two--” he paused to sniffle, “--food critics and then…” he trailed off with a deep, shaky breath. “Lots of call-outs. Must be going around.”

With a soft hum, Cherry nodded. Joe was awfully warm. Perhaps it was more than just a cold, after all. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his spare band, placing it around Joe’s wrist. “Carla,” he said and his own wristband illuminated. 

‘Yes, Master?’ 

“Read Kojiro’s vitals,” he ordered.

‘Yes, Master.’ The other band glowed softly. ‘Temperature high. Temperature high.’

“I thought so…” Cherry sighed.

‘Skin temperature thirty-nine degrees Celsius. Approximate core temperature thirty-nine point four degrees Celsius. Heart rate one hundred and sixteen beats per minute.’ 

“What is this?” Joe asked, eyeing the wristband. 

“Continue to track, Carla,” Cherry said instead of answering. Then he looked at Joe. “Why didn’t you call me?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Joe groaned, rubbing his face. “I told you, I fell asleep--”

“You always take care of me when I’m sick and you thought I wouldn’t do the same?” Cherry narrowed his eyes. “You think I’m incapable?”

Joe furrowed his brow. “...no?” 

Cherry sighed. “I’ll go fix you something to eat.” He made to get up, but Joe caught his wrist.

“Kaoru,” he said and then winced, bringing a hand to his throat. “You should leave.”

The anger from earlier began rising again, but for a different reason this time. “I can heat up a can of soup, Kojiro!” he snapped. Of course, Cherry wasn’t entirely sure Joe had any in his cabinets. He was a ‘from scratch’ kind of guy. Maybe Cherry could run to the store and--

“No, I mean…” Joe swallowed. “I don’t want you to get sick, too.”

Cherry fixed him with an unimpressed look. “You’re just thinking about that now?” 

Joe shook his head. “No.” He wet his lips. “I didn’t fall asleep right after calling work,” he said. “I could have messaged you. I wanted to,” he added, looking up at Cherry with large, watery eyes. “But I didn’t because…I didn’t want you to catch it.”

There was a beat that passed then, as Cherry digested what Joe had said. He was definitely sick. Joe was typically more honest than Cherry on the regular, but he was being extra honest. Sickly honest. Like Cherry tended to get -- or so Joe would always inform him afterwards.

“I’ll be fine,” Cherry promised. “I’ll make sure to take some supplements after I leave.”

Joe’s lower lip trembled then. “You’re...leaving?” 

Cherry bit back an aggravated growl. “Didn’t you just tell me to leave?” 

Joe blinked. “Oh.” His lips curved up into a smile. “Yeah, I did.” 

“Then--”    

“But I don’t really want you to leave, Kaoru,” Joe interrupted. “But you should.”

Cherry wanted to pull his hair out. Was this how he acted when he was sick? Had he shamelessly voiced every thought as it occurred to him?

“I wanted you to come, but I didn’t want you to come,” Joe said again. “Because Kaoru gets sick so easily…”

“I do not--” 

“So, I’ll protect you, no matter what,” Joe vowed, his face completely flushed and his eyes cloudy. “Even if it kills me.” 

‘Heart rate elevated.’ 

“Yes, Carla,” Cherry said, without glancing at his wristband. “That’s because of his fever.’

‘Apologies, Master. Not Kojiro’s. Yours.’ 

Cherry’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. That damned gorilla… “I’m going to see what you have to eat,” he said through clenched teeth, finally pulling his arm free from Joe’s weakened grasp. “If there’s nothing I can heat up, I’ll run to the convenience store.”

Joe cocked his head to the side, giving Cherry a dopey smile. “Okay.” 

“I’ll be back shortly,” Cherry informed him, standing up. 

“Kaoru?” Joe called just as Cherry reached the doorway.

He looked back over his shoulder. “Yes?” 

“Then you’ll stay?” he asked, voice raspy. 

The corner of Cherry’s lips twitched as warmth blossomed in his chest. “Yes,” he said. “Someone has to make sure you take your next dose of medicine.”

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Moonlit Obsidian

(Kenma x gn!reader)

[semi nsfw?]

A/n: Again, Pyre (see my last post). It's too good, and I kept writing. But this time, just Kenma.

(626 words)

Tw: toxic love

You spend your birthday alone, just like you do every year. A slice of yuzu matcha rare cheesecake and a half-cold can of Ito En jasmine tea because you can’t drink beer. In the moonlit park; it’s two in the morning, because you were so busy yesterday, the day of, that you didn’t have time for this ritual. Though it happens every time, even when your birthday falls on a weekend. You sit on the swing, your jacket and bag tossed on the ground a couple meters away. You hear something and look to the side. It’s Kenma. A slice of cake and a can of tea identical to yours. “I really hate going outside, especially when I could be gaming.” He scrunched his face in disgust. “You’re an exception; consider yourself lucky.” He says it, and his expression morphs in one gentle and kind, despite the knowing smirk plastered on his sharp feline features, beautiful as always. Perhaps even more so, basking under the heartless moonlight. Pools of raven-black hair spill over his shoulders, only the tips like Achille’s heel, left untouched by the river Styx, unchanged despite the years that have gone by, still shining as if bathed in ichor. He moves slowly, gracefully, to tuck a lock behind his ear, pierced with metal rings, white shimmers coruscating off their too-smooth surfaces. You want to see his handsome face mantle with the same feelings that enslave you, but his skin, white as snow, refuses to ripen, forever placid and ravishing like strawberry flowers stilled in their growth. He’s beguiling, exquisite, divine. Your cake forgotten, you can only think of tasting him. You want to slide your hands onto the pearly-velvet skin of his abdomen, trace its shaded lines, slip past his boxers, hold him so gently, so lovingly. You want him to beg, for more, always more, an unquenchable thirst awakened by your own insatiable hunger. You had zoned out, shit. Thinking about inappropriate things too. You turn to him, eyes pleading for him to plead in turn. He accedes, placing his food on the dirt, loving your palm brushing his jawline, the other holding the back of his head, fingers threaded through wisps of silk the colour of his credit card. You lean in and he does too. Soft lips embrace each other, as if long lost lovers connected by a bridge of milky stars, fate only pulling you closer to each other, promising to assuage your pain after being apart for so long.

You open your eyes, drinking in the sight of him, high on some nameless blue pill nudged past his eager lips, as if a rose, sheltered by stinging thorns warding off feral predators, but so red, so sweet underneath, the blood brought forth by the pricking barbs nothing compared to the ache of being allowed to savour a blossom so seductive, so bewitching. And you’re reeled in, a stupid, short-sighted fish, despairingly latching onto a hook so self-sabotaging, so suicidal. The hook of a cat’s sharpened claw, machiavellian to the point of no return. Manipulative, calculating, the beast had smiled, cloying, and caught you effortlessly, tossing you around like a toy, playing with this newfound trinket, so hopelessly in love that a single drop of the sugar-coated ambrosia called attention dug them another grave. But it wasn’t the cat’s fault: it was the only way he could love, the only way he knew to express such tender adoration. So the fish and the cat played, played for days, nights, years, as this murderous love ate at the both of them until all they had left was raw desire.

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Byakuya slate grey eye widened.

The ring was almost identical to the one he had gotten for Hisana. While it wasn't the same one, for she had been buried with it, it was mostly the same design.

Classy. Simple. Allowing the wearer to shine instead of the ring.

" It looks fine." Was all he merely said while his eyes were stuck on the ring with a gentle look, betraying him of his lack of emotion.

Next was the flower choice which was obviously a combination of both of their statement flowers.

Then onto the food choices. Dinner and starters were planned with both their cuisines in mind. Signature drinks were planned and chosen on. Lastly was cake.

At his fiancé lifting up a slice of matcha and sakura blossom cake, he took the bite.

His lips lingered and kissed her very fingertips.

A hm and a nod.

" Finally, the wedding dress and suit. Both of you will be separated before allowed to have dinner in the atrium of the groom. Afterwards, you will be escorted back to each other's rooms as the wedding night will have to wait until after the wedding."

Byakuya took one last nonchalant look at Brittney as she was led away to try on wedding dresses.

Being lead into the room full of dresses, a sinking feeling overtakes me. The way Byakuya’s eyes held a stone I was just starting to break tugged at my heart strings. One shouldn’t feel this way. Certainly not I, but he is the man I am stuck with for many years. I have to feel something.

Why am I feeling something?

Shaking my head, I sip on my expensive champagne, trying to remain present, but the thought of my soft painted lips touching Byakuya’s when it’s official scares me. He only wants to breed me for heirs.

He will never love me and I’ll never love him, right?

“And what about this one?” The seamstress presented, a wedding gown that seemed to look too similar to the ones I already declined.

“Hm,” I hum, coming back to earth, “oh, it’s lovely, but I’ll shall politely decline.”

The present frown on the seamstress face showed clear upset for my picky taste. “Now, darling, must you be so picky?” My mother asks, sipping her champagne. “Why can’t I be?” I argued. “It’s my day and I shall wear the gown of my choosing. Shall I not?”

“Fair enough, dearest, but keep in mind; you’re almost out of dresses.”

I sighed, “I know.”

That’s when another rack was presented and my eyes fell in love with the dress before. “Yes. That’s the one.”