#reigen fanfic

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ reigen arataka x afab!reader. sfw but brief description of sex in the beginning. discussion of weight gain and body insecurity. lots of validation for our favorite conman. 1.4k word count.

The two of you tumble into the bedroom, bumping into walls and any furniture along the way with muffled laughs and kiss-bruised lips. There isn’t a whiff of alcohol between you, no– you’re just that lucky in love. 

You’ve been dating for four hundred seventy-three days; you count the days like you’re a lovestruck teenager with your first boyfriend and you do so unashamedly. How could you not? His nose wrinkles in the cutest way possible and his cheeks always flare up in heat and color whenever you bring it up; you’d be crazy not to keep it up after all this time.

A flustered Reigen Arataka is an irresistible one indeed.

Your breaths are rushed and hot, the kisses starting to make your mouth ache but you wouldn’t stop for the world. The taste of his need fills your mouth as his tongue lavs over yours. He gives you plenty of moans to swallow and the lustful timbre in his voice makes you embarrassingly wet. 

A fact he realizes with deft fingers that run between your thighs, taking a generous swipe of what’s been gathering in those black panties of yours. Reigen shudders, a groan escaping his throat as his cock throbs awake in his pants. Your slick builds up around his digits and as much as he’d like a taste…

He’s been craving you all night. It wasn’t fair– you weren’t fair. You’d worn that dress, the one you know renders Reigen incapable of keeping his eyes to himself and now that he has you, he doesn’t plan on keeping his hands to himself either.  

So he leaves your side, breath stuttering on a moan as your hand slides up his bulging hard-on. You give the glans a good squeeze and smirk to yourself when you feel the wetness you were expecting.

Reigen groans, chest jutting out as his whole body struggles to meet your touch again. He wants more… Needs more… 

But first…

He has to turn off the lights. Reigen knows you’re going to ask him about it and that’s what he has been dreading most because then he’ll have to tell you but there is a reason he wants to run from this inevitable conversation; if Reigen talks about it, it becomes real. What if you hadn’t even noticed? What if it becomes something you end up scrutinizing more and more each day until you eventually become so repulsed you leave him altogether?

In his heart of hearts, Reigen knows you would never do something so cruel but… The insecurity festering within him is making his thoughts ugly, as ugly as he feels.

Because for a good while now, Reigen’s been struggling. Every day, he has to look in the mirror and see what he hates: the pudge that’s made a home under his belly button, the subtle pink stretch marks on his lower back and thighs, the overly plump upper arms he now sports… He hates it.

Today was a particularly rough one and of course, it was another secret he painfully made himself keep; the first shirt he tried on for your weekly date no longer fit him. You would have never guessed that was why he changed shirts so fast.

“What are you doing, Arataka?” 

Oh boy. Here we go. He thinks to himself, hoping he doesn’t hurl when he turns around.

His eyes meet yours as you walk to the end of the bed on your hands and knees, already stripped nude. God, you look so good. Why can’t that be the focus right now?! 

“U-Uh…” Reigen knows the words will come out, he just doesn’t know how with the tension knot that’s making his throat seize up. 

You quirk a brow at his odd behavior. “Is something wrong?” His face is wrinkling up in the way it does when he’s stressed, making you finish your crawl in favor of sitting at the edge of the bed. “Do you want to talk about it?” You ask as you pat the spot next to you, inviting him to join.

“Heh. Is that really a question?” Reigen responds sheepishly but heads over anyway. He looks over at you as you chuckle at his comeback. Your laugh is a brief respite from the lurch in his stomach at least.

You smile, though say nothing. You know him. The words will come.

“It’s just…” Reigen trails off. At least he can find solace in knowing that once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. With a lofty sigh, he tries again, “I’ve gained weight. I know I’ve never exactly been skinny but I’ve gained weight and it shows– and what’s worse, nothing has changed! I’m not eating any differently and y-yeah, I may not go running as often…” 

He has to stop because a sob threatens to come out like bile and if he’s going to cry, he doesn’t want it to be so soon.

Reigen’s words are still settling in your brain anyways, the same way an anchor sinks to the bottom of the sea. Heavy. 

You… You had no idea. You see each other every day so gradual changes like weight gain fly under the radar but you can see what he’s talking about.

And he sees you noticing the very signs of what upsets him so. You’ve found the longest streak of indented skin and it makes him freeze up.

“Hey, hey…” You notice his muscles tensing tight after a second of staring, for which you can only say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just stared like that… But I swear, my attention was caught in a good way.” He looks at you like he doesn’t believe you and that’s fair; it’s that half-smile that gives him away because Reigen Arataka doesn’t do anything in half measures when it comes to the people he cares deeply about. “Please… Don’t hold anything back.” Your murmur as your head reaches out to hold his.

Reigen nods; it’s an acknowledgement and a promise. 

“That’s why I put on a different shirt before we left. The old one didn’t fit. It’s not the first one either.” He mutters.

There’s a hint of shame poisoning his words and it stabs you like a dagger. You wish you could take away the pain and make him see what you see.

“I’m… Bigger.” It looks like it kills him to even say it because it does. “I hate it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he starts to.

That’s when you dive in for a hug, your arms looping around him in a hug that only gets tighter the more he sniffles into your chest (which is a lot, to be fair). You just hold him for a moment and when the shivers slow down, that’s when you start to speak, “I wish you would have told me sooner… But I understand why you didn’t.” You start to stroke the back of his head, your fingers weaving expertly through his auburn locks.

“But for what it’s worth…” You murmur, your head still resting against his as your voice picks up after a beat of silence, “I think you look great… And that’s after getting a closer look at you. You don’t have to believe that right now but you will. I’ll make you if you don’t.”

The joke gets a laugh out of him, which you were hoping since it sort of just fell out of your mouth. 

“I don’t care how much weight you gain; it’s still you and I love you at any size.” You shake your head, correcting yourself sternly as you pull back so he can see the bold look in your eyes while still in your embrace, “I’m attracted to you at any size. That’s never going to change, even if you get a little bigger or a lot bigger.”

There’s a faint glow in his eyes that wasn’t there before. His confidence may have been getting more and more shattered as of late but here you are, picking up the pieces and happy to do so. 

“I love you.” He breathes, docking his forehead to yours as he closes his eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You repeat, meaning it down to your soul. “We don’t have to have sex tonight.” You assure him on the off chance he was worried about that.

His simple nod answers you just as well as any word can. 

Smiling, you continue to hold him close. His breaths become yours. Both of you just linger in  the comfortable silence until your lips find his ear and your whisper finds his soul, “Then next time… I hope you let me see what else I can kiss to my heart’s delight.”  

You can hear him gulp and then squeak out a flustered whimper, “Y-Yes.” 

Clearing his throat, Reigen hoarsely speaks, almost pleadingly, “I’d like that.”

[sordidpsychick]

A little WIP. Making a banner for my self indulgent Reigen x OC fic. You can read it here and here!!

[fortnitegammer1-blog]

Coworkers ;)

warning- very good smut, god tier written.

you and your coworker reigen finished cleaning up. the two of you worked in a kitchen at a private school. Reigen finished the dishes and sighed “sighhhh”. he walked over to you and smirked. “i’m so stressed~. “okay?” you said confused and not caring. Reigen put his hand on your waist which surprised you, “help me destredd baby” he smirked. you blushed and looked away “no way reigen”. he placed his other hand on your waist, rubbing softly. “no one will know…” he said quietly in your ear. your blush intensified magnificently. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “let’s make it quick then” he smiled as you said this. he leaned in and kissed your lips softly. he lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. his hands ran down to your thighs, squeezing them as his tongue explored the warmth of your mouth. you moaned softly into the kiss and gripped onto his back. he pressed himself against you, his hands lifting your thighs. he smirked and kissed down to your neck, his fingers finding their way under your work pants. “reigen!” you blushed as you felt his fingers brush against your wet panties. “so wet for me…” he kissed your neck softly. he leaned you back against the counter before pulling your pants down. he admired your wetness through your panties before pulling them off. he quickly undid his pants before looking down at you. “ready?” he asked, you nodded in response. he ran his hog over your wet hot folds before softly entering you. you moaned softly as you felt his length in you. he began thrusting slowly, grunting lowly as he did. “mmm… so tight and warm…” he moved a piece of your hair behind your ear. you gripped onto his shoulders as he began thrusting harder. eventually the two of your reached your peak and finished. the both of you left work satisfied and no stressed i guess 🤔

[yaffles-world]

Can I pls request a Reigen x reader one shot in which Y/n finds out shes pregnant after having a one night stand with Reigen. She first told Serizawa about it but told him to keep it a secret but Serizawa accidentally spills it to Reigen when they were having a conversation. Reigen is shocked but also offended that he was not the first to know about it but Y/n tells him she just didnt want to make things awkward between them because theyre workmates and shes also scared of his reaction. Fluff and comfort plss

A/N: hey! Sorry about the wait. Thanks for being my first coherent request! I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it. Also I hope you don't mind but I still used gender neutral pronouns because.. well... it didn't feel necessary to make it a fem reader, as the author is someone who can get pregnant and uses they/them. Whew been a long time since I've done an x reader lol. I hope I covered everything you requested!

Warnings: lots of fluffy comfort hehe, brief mention of abortion but it's conclusion is very ambigious (Reigen is pro choice basically)

Word count: 1.3k

Taglist: @irummna @zooterscooter

I tapped my foot obsessively on the ground. I pulled open my phone, double checking the calendar… we were careful. I caught Reigen looking at me over his computer and I felt red creep up onto my cheeks. It was just a one time thing. It was a silly mistake. A wonderful, but ultimately one off, event. We knew that going in…

He was still looking at me. I smiled weakly, and he raised his eyebrow.

"You alright, y/n?"

A one time thing. We knew that moving forward.

"I'm fine!" I said, my voice cracking slightly. Serizawa looked up from his desk, eyebrows furrowed. "Are you alright?" I asked Reigen, trying to deter further questions.

He paused. "I'm… Fine… thanks?"

I checked my phone again. There was no doubt about it… definitely late. I don't know why it hadn't clicked until today. I just happened to notice and now I have to stay here for… 6 hours before I can check.

I tapped my feet incessantly. At least stimming was very commonplace in this office. But Reigen kept looking at me… I even felt Serizawa staring at me.

I took a deep breath. Worrying isn't going to change anything. I tried to focus on the bookkeeping, but my eyes keep blurring with tears.

I pushed my chair out, suddenly. It made a harsh scraping noise against the floor.

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a second."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Serizawa said, moving to get up, but I waved my hands dismissively.

"I'm really fine."

"Tch, okay, don't be too long then," Reigen said.

I went down the stairs and down the road to the chemist. Luckily there was one easily within walking distance of the office… It was a cold day, the wind was bristly. I rubbed my arms as I fought off the cold. It stung at my eyes. I pushed open the chemist doors and there was a whoosh of hot air from inside. And a strong smell of old people.

I made a beeline for the pregnancy tests and pushed it onto the counter. It was deserted. I made no eye contact, and hurriedly paid, before pushing into the office.

Conveniently, at least, I suddenly got the urge to pee. I pushed open the door to the toilet for our office. In all other circumstances it being outside the main room was inconvenient, but I was thankful now for the privacy.

…

Now we wait… I always hated waiting. My hands were shaking. It was just a one off thing… it wasn't meant to have CONSEQUENCES.

Two lines.

Faint, but clear as day.

What. The. Fuck.

I couldn't begin to process. I felt my body slump forward, and I just sobbed. I can't tell him. But doesn't he deserve to know? He can't know. It will ruin everything. It will be so awkward, he's gonna hate me, I'm pregnant oh my god I'm pregnant with Reigen Arataka's baby, I can't do this, I can't tell him, I'm-

I heard a knock on the door. I gasped and tried desperately to hold back the sobs.

"Y/n? Is that you?" Serozawa spoke softly.

I sniffled.

I heard him sit down on the other side of the door.

"Listen, I know I'm not the most put together person but I care about you. I'm a good listener I promise."

I shuffled over to the door and sat with my back against it.

"Do you wanna talk about it? I've been told I give great hugs."

I giggled slightly then sighed. "I think I'm pregnant."

He was silent for a long time.

"Oh. Right…"

"Yeah. I just took a test."

"Do you know who the father is?"

"Regrettably, yeah… It's Reigen."

"Oh. Well… I'm sure he'll be supportive. He can come off a bit… you know… sometimes, but, as you know, he's a great guy and he's good with kids so-"

"He can't know." I said suddenly, surprising myself. Serizawa went silent again. "At least not yet…"

"Okay. Well. It's gonna be okay. I promise."

I laughed. "I don't believe you."

"Try hugging me first." Serizawa said, and I stood up slowly. I opened the door, and he stood up. I basically fell into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me tight, and held my head with his hand, holding me close. He smelt like fresh laundry detergent, and he was unbelievably warm.

"You're right, you give great hugs." I squished my face into his chest. Maybe it was gonna be okay.

"Hey, what are you two doing?! I pay you to work!" Reigen said, walking out of the office to see where his two best employees had gone.

"Sorry boss. I just heard y/n crying so I came to check on them."

"Oh," Reigen's expression softened, as he looked at me. He went to reach out, but then shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing. Just that time of the month." I winced.

"Right… we could go for drinks later if you like? Cheer you up?"

"Um, maybe that's not the best idea." Serizawa said. I glared at him. Reigen looked at him confused, as panic started to set into his face and he stood like a deer in the headlights.

"What do you mean?"

Serizawa stammered. "Well, um, uhhh, your a lightweight?"

Reigen blinked slowly. "That's never changed anything. What's wrong? I'm not leaving until this is resolved. That's the boss's job." He waved his hands emphatically.

I looked desperately at Serizawa. I was sweating bullets and so was he. God damn it. I couldn't think of anything to say.

Reigen tapped his foot and waved his hands again. "Well? I'm waiting!"

"Y/n is pregnant!"

"What?!" Reigen and I both exclaimed loudly, staring incredulous at Serizawa.

Serizawa looked like he was about to cry. "I'm so sorry I was scared and it had to come out eventually but I'm still so so sorry-"

I sighed and wrapped my arm around a crying Serizawa as Reigen stared at me. I couldn't read his expression. He looked shocked but I couldn't tell beyond that. I gave Serizawa a hug. "Do you mind giving us a minute?"

He nodded and slunk back into the office.

Reigen stood there. Blinking. Expressionless.

"You're pregnant."

I wrung out my hands. "Well, it's too early to really tell, but the urine test was positive and I'm late for my period."

"It's mine."

"Mhm." I almost tore off my skin with how quick I was rubbing my hands together. Reigen silently reached out and took my hands, still staring into the distance.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I only found out 5 minutes ago."

"Serizawa said 'it was gonna come out eventually'. You were planning on keeping my child a secret?"

Oh boy.

"No, of course not, I just wanted some time. At least confirm it with a doctor. I didn'twant to make things awkward... I'm sorry. I was scared."

Reigen nodded slowly, still staring into the distance, before shrugging. "I suppose that makes sense…"

I nodded.

We stood in silence for what felt like hours. The buzz of the radiator is the only noise.

"What now…?"

Reigen took a deep breath. "I care about you deeply."

I blushed despite the cold.

"Whatever our relationship is, I want to be involved, and I want to help you." He squeezed my hands and finally made eye contact. "We're in this together. If you want to be."

"I do want to be…" I mumbled.

He pulled me in close for a hug. He was colder than Serizawa, and smaller, but he held on tighter. He held on like he was scared to let go.

"I want you to know I support you no matter what choice you take. Including a safe abortion, or putting it up for adoption. We're in this together, but it's your body, and it's up to you."

I squeezed him in tight, burying my nose in his neck.

"Now… How about we take the rest of the day off, hey?" He said, rubbing my shoulder. "Go drink some lemonade and talk about this."

I nodded. "I'd like that."

[lonely--seeker]

Practise vs Improv

Happy valentine, sending y'all kisses and hugs

[nina-rosa]

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🌸 The negligible self 🌸 chapter 1, p. 23 to 31

Read part 1 here!

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Part 4 of the comic based on a serirei (from mp100) fanfiction written by @homosexual-fanfiction (@/ch_am on Ao3)! Go read the fanfic there too it’s really good!!

You can find Camp here too @ch-am

Those 9 pages will very probably be the last ones I’ll do for this comic :’) but I had a lot of fun working on this and I wanted to thank you for all the nice comments I’ve received on the previous pages! 🩷 I did draw a rough storyboard of all of the first chapter tho, I should be posting it soon with some of the concept sketches I did before starting this project too!

I hope you’ll enjoy! 🌸

Here’s the link to the fic!!

[dullahen]

O-oh~! Local old man pines beyond reccomended amounts! I sure hope it won't result in something impulsive and stupid :))

[acekindaneat]

coward

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[vasiktomis]

Reverse Psychology (Reigen Arataka x GN!Reader, 18+)

Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~2400. Tags/Warnings: No use of Reader pronouns. Negging. Office Sex. Pining. Service Submission. Confessions. Doggy-style. Creampie. (and it isn't a vasiktomis work without) Premature Ejaculation. Consensual Non-Consent. Read it on Ao3 Here!

“I’d had my suspicions, but I didn’t — ah — realise you were this into me.”

He’s such a loser, you think, gasping as he gracelessly gropes and grabs at your waist, your hips, your thighs. He’s such a scumbag. You want to bash his skull in. He’s adorable.

You won’t lie; you know he’s overestimating your infatuation with him. You’re sure he doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying — it’d just be mighty convenient for him if you believed it. Even when he’s got you pinned to the wall, body flush against yours, panting into your neck while he tries to recover from getting too lost in feverish kisses, he can’t drop a con when the opportunity presents itself.

Lucky for you, you know him too well to feel hurt over it, let alone fall for it. It’s always been like this between the two of you; Reigen, in all his arrogance, negging the shit out of you for as long as you’ve known him. Baiting you into seeking his approval, his attraction, when all he does behind your back is stare. You’d been wise to it from week one, but you hadn’t realised how bad he had it until you’d paid him to house-sit while you were on vacation with friends last year. When you’d come home to respectfully watered houseplants and a hamper full of underwear that weren’t crusted with cum and shamefully shoved to the bottom of the basket when you’d left it.

You’ve known as long as he has that he’s wanted you, but its just too fun, watching him make a fool of himself while he’s trying to bait you into throwing yourself at him.

It’s the little things that beckon your attention, and he probably hates that. The sincerity and care that creep out of the cracks when his apprentices arrive in a less than stellar mood. The underlying consideration he puts into not giving a shit about you. He’d never buy you dinner, no fucking way, but he sure has a running list of all your favourite foods specifically so he can have you pressure him into sharing a cold mouthful after an unnecessarily long monologue about fending for yourself.

He broke first. You knew he would. Finally, after all this time gloating about girlfriends that don’t exist and shoving unwarranted dating advice at you, he gave in. At the most boring moment too — not even during a fight or while one of you were inconsolably crying. You’d just gotten too close on your way past when you were leaving the agency for the day, and he just broke.

It must be a blow, after all that work he put into the facade. You’d heard the resigned sound in his throat when he’d rounded on you, hands finding your shoulders, kissing you open-mouthed before you’d even had a chance to kiss back. It just wouldn’t be like him to let that image slide.

He’s bolstering his ego with all this dominance, and you’re happy to let him. If you’re honest, you kind of like it; letting him believe he’s fooling you. He’s taking charge, but the power’s all yours. It’s your decision to call him out whenever you like, and if he wants to spend the first shot he’s had at you lying, it feels only reasonable to make him work for it.

You give him nothing. A blank canvas to project onto and a tongue in his mouth in lieu of something he might be able to hold against you later.

It's perfect. He pulls back, delighted.

“God, I knew it. You don’t even try to hide it.” Reigen mutters, frantically tugging at buttons and fabric to shift his attention to your chest. The kisses he smears on your clavicle, your sternum, over the swell of your tits, are hurried and sloppy, already not quite living up to how cool he’s trying to play this. “I bet you’re already ready for it.”

Bad performer’s trick: rush you through to the sex so you never have to find out he’s terrible at foreplay. Or, maybe he’s concerned he can’t hold his nut long enough.

God, he must be terrified beneath that facade.

You just have to fuck him.

You reach down, fumbling with his belt, and he gasps, at least before he squashes the sound into an elated little laugh. “You don’t have to go so fast.”

And there’s the gaslighting.

You don’t slow, but he’s parted from you enough to give you the space to do what you need to do, unbuckling and unbuttoning and unzipping, all while keeping your eyes on his. You watch his expression cloud with something little less controlled. More sincere. Boyish. Then, you take your hands away, and his throat bobs. Nervous. He’s sweet, under it all. And so, so scared of showing it.

It’s a shame.

Maybe if you do this a few more times you could coax it out of him.

“You’re not gonna make me beg, are you Arataka?” You purr, watching a bead of sweat form and slip on his brow in the time it takes for you to be forward enough to call him by his first name. “After keeping me waiting this long?”

“H-how long?” Reigen chokes, barely audible. Then, he clears his throat. A second try, peppered with a cocky little smile. “How long.” He dips his face back into the crook of your neck, resuming his assault, picking a wise time to hide his face.

Your hand slips down the front of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his underwear, and his whole body jolts. “You tell me.”

It’s like he can’t get close enough, anchoring himself to you. He fumbles to reach you the same way, but the position is already awkward standing this close. Momentarily, he’s at your mercy. “I don’t know. A little above average? I’m not the kind of insecure guy who needs to brag about that kind of thing.”

He’s so full of shit.

You guide his cock out of his underwear. Nothing to be very impressed by. Below average, if you’re honest. Not particularly girthy, either, but there’s a pleasant upward bend you’re sure you could have fun with. A slick pearl of pre-cum forms on the slit when your thumb traces up his already tugging foreskin. He was ready to go before you even started touching him.

Who are you to deny yourself the enjoyment of watching him embarrass himself?

You take his hand, and he watches, transfixed as you spit into his palm before turning yourself to face the wall.

“That’s-...really gross. You should probably ask people before you do that sort of thing.” There’s a shudder in his voice as he chides you. A slick sound and a hollow inhale as he works your saliva over his cock. You ignore him. The quaver in his breath gives his excitement away, and you help shove down your pants just enough to grant him access.

Reigen struggles, of course he struggles to line himself up at first. He takes a moment to tilt his hips the right way, to tug at yours. When he sinks into you, it’s all the way, fingers bunching your shirt to push just a little further. Just to make a point of it.

He pauses like that, holding his breath, one hand cupped over his mouth as he cranes over your shoulder. Savouring the feeling as much as you are, you assume — at least before you feel his cock throb inside you, and his whole body goes stiff. A choked gasp almost makes it past Reigen’s palm, diaphragm quaking against your back.

He’s absolutely coming, and if you weren’t too proud you’d admit, the angle of his acceptable cock throbbing against one particular bundle of nerves almost has you dizzy yourself. Utter fluke. It has to be.

Reigen’s body slackens a little. The orgasm passes. In your periphery, just over your shoulder, he looks downright horrified.

“Did you just-“

“What? No.”

The mask is back on in an instant. Reigen’s hand joins the other at your hips. He pulls out halfway. Sinks back in. The slide is thick. Gathering around your entrance, smearing the crux of your thighs. God, even his balls are wet against your ass. Just how much did he nut?

It’s -…kind of hot.

“Are you used to your partners not lasting?” He asks. You look down, tempted to see if he’s managed to make a mess of your underwear, and the bastard’s fingers snap to your jaw, angling your face back up for a kiss. He’s desperate for you not to know. Fine. You’ll play along. “Eyes up.” He breathes against your lips, punctuating with a thrust before he settles into a rhythm in you. It’s adorable, the dominant act. You can’t wait to smush him like a bug. “I asked you a question.”

“Arataka.” You attempt, shocked to find yourself choking on the word as he keeps going, wise enough to know not to stray once he’s found a spot that you respond well to. “Fuck, I-“

“It’s okay, I know.”

Something awful and delicious shakes through you. That shouldn’t have had such an effect on you as it does. What’s this guy’s deal?

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have a damn clue. But he really goes the extra mile to convince you otherwise.

“You should — touch yourself.” Reigen grunts into your hair. “I don’t plan on finishing until you do.”

You wonder if that’s Reigen-talk for ’oh fuck I’m gonna blow again’. You wonder if you should take your time, just so you can find out.

Oh, but why would you ruin his good time? It doesn’t help that the idea of coming with him in you is a pretty enough thought that you’re doing what he tells you.

With only one free arm to cushion you against the wall while Reigen ruts into you, you manage to find enough space for the other to see to your own needs.

It’s humiliating, the sound that escapes you when your touch compliments his own. He must feel the same way when his breath hitches in-kind, groaning at the feeling of your own pleasure clenching around his cock.

“Keep talking.” You manage, burying your own face into the back of your hand. He’s too close. He’ll hear how much you’re actually enjoying this. He’ll see it on your face. “Keep talking to me, Arataka.”

“Fuck—“

Oh, of course he liked hearing that.

“I — I can’t —“ His words diminish to a whisper you’re not even sure you were supposed to hear. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do  all this to you.”

You can’t, either. And yet, here you are. Raising onto your tippy-toes, rolling your hips back to angle him deeper as if his balls aren’t already swiping you with each thrust. Big mistake, you realise. His cock drags against something that has you shuddering, hurtling toward your own end. There’s no helping it. No helping you. Not when Reigen’s arm coils around your waist, pulling you so close that you can’t chase his movements anymore. The other locks over your chest in a desperate embrace. He’s barely pulling out before he’s ramming back into you now, nearly folded over you at this point. Something drapes against your shoulder, and god help you, you surrender your bracing arm to grab at it, letting your face squish against the wall without anything to cushion it.

Your fingers wrap tight around that stupid tie, keeping his chin hooked over your shoulder. A yelp slips out of him. A new pitch. Your core burns from the awkward posture, from exertion, from the delight of having him come so undone by you despite all his efforts.

It’s —

“I’m close.” You pant. “I’m close — I”m so close—“

His grip on you is suffocating. Fingers wrench at your shirt.

Reigen lets out something akin to a sob. “God, please — I’m so fucking crazy about you. Please, come, please, please—“

It hits you without mercy, tearing through you with a helpless whine. Were it not for being sandwiched right now, your trembling legs would give out beneath you. Instead, you’re held in place by Reigen’s desperate little ruts, unwittingly drawing your orgasm out each time his cock hits that spot again, muscles chasing the motions. Constricting around him, spurring him on.

You’re shaking when it passes, paled thoughts only brought back to coherency by the increasing pitch of Reigen’s breaths. Mouthed words evolve into a barely comprehensible muttering of ’oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit—‘ before he’s finally aware he has the green light.

“Where?” He pants, “Where do you want it? Can I finish inside?”

Is this guy for real?

You can’t even form a response. You’re too busy drooling against the wall, face smearing against the wet spot with every thrust.

Reigen seems to take no news as good news. As if he ever had a choice. The pitch in his breath reaches a crescendo, and with your last rational thought, your last ounce of strength, you yank his tie, hard. His posture curls around yours, clinging to you with a delectable sound. His cock throbs again, and your face squishes into the wall even more as Reigen’s own legs tremble, forcing him to brace his weight forward as he empties himself into you.

For a while, he catches his breath, still holding you to him. You feel his lips ghost over the back of your neck like he’s considering a kiss — but suddenly he finds it too bold a move. He shakily steps back, and all of a sudden he’s folded onto his knees with a tired grunt.

Left without your counterweight, you sink to the floor with him, leaving a snail-trail of saliva in your wake as you slide down the wall and settle down. Weakly, you flip onto your ass, still too dazed to bother with the clean-up just yet.

Across from you, Reigen gingerly feels through his jacket pocket. "Great. My pants are ruined. You wanna go halves at the coin laundry?" The sweat stains in his armpits almost reach his waist, and his business shirt is so damp it's near-translucent. He can’t take his eyes off the cum that seeps out of you, onto the floor.

“That was a lot.” He comments, clearing his throat. He finds that cigarette and tucks the box away without offering you one. “Wouldn’t be surprised if that was like, two loads worth.”

You squint at him. “Man, would you shut the fuck up?”

[arabaka]

ᰔ ̗̀➛ CHAPTER O3. BLOSSOMING.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. no cw but while this chapter is sfw, the story is generally not. 1.1k word count.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ chapter 3! sorry for taking so long, muse was dead but thanks to my beloveds, meg and @bulle-blackhole, i was able to break the curse and finish this! b also gave me the AMAZING idea that you'll see when you see reigen again and that honestly got me through the rest of the chapter lol.

CHAPTER ONE. | CHAPTER TWO. | TABLE OF CONTENTS.

“We should probably set some ground rules, right?” You murmur to his chest after a short while of being in his embrace. 

Admittedly, Reigen hadn’t thought about that. “Yeah… Probably.” Reigen croaks, his cheeks heating up to an obvious red as he hears himself. “Sorry, I’ve just…” 

The man looks away, ashamed, brown eyes looking anywhere but yours as his sheepishness shows in red hues blooming over his cheeks. Though he knows, there is no running from this, not from the very truth of the fact that…

”I’ve never been in a relationship.” His voice drops decibel by decibel with every word but the shame that drips off every word has no one to blame but himself. 

The “going home” club really was a foolish decision. 

You watch Reigen's throat tense with a barbed swallow, your heart beating with sympathy (but not pity) at the sight of it. He’s pensively pushing his fingers and his gaze is to the floor. The only noise bouncing off the walls is the nervous tap, tap, tap of his feet. If his words didn’t say it, his body language certainly does: the man is anxious. Reigen thought for so long that being self-made was enough for him, but as he’s confronted with his first relationship ever, he can’t help but think he’s falling short of what you need. What you deserve.

That’s when your hand comes over his, fingers curling in for a reassuring squeeze. The corners of your lips subtly curl, a tender smile appearing as you tell him, “That’s okay. Every relationship is different anyways… And I think we can both agree our situation is very different.”

We. Our.

Those two little words seem to snap him out of his stupor; after all, Reigen wouldn’t want to miss that smile of yours. 

His hand shifts, his fingers moving to lace with yours. Immediately, he gulps, “S-Sorry, my hands are kinda sweaty.” 

“That's okay. Some sweat never hurt anybody.” You assure him with a light laugh. “How about this…” You whisper as your other hand folds over his knuckles. “Let's revisit this tonight, in the meantime we can think about all of this and… Shower because I know I need one.”

The proposition is a relieving one, Reigen letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding when you were done speaking. “I think that's a great idea.” He murmurs with a chuckle, eyes cast on your linked hands as he continues, “I really… Don't want to screw this up.” The man admits, unable to shake off the fear that everything will fall apart and it will be all his fault. He can fake it ‘til he makes it with everything else, everyone else in his life, but he would never do that with you.

He doesn't have to.

And when he hears you tell him that he won’t screw it up, that you won’t let him, with the sweetest smile, he believes you.

—

A few hours and many, many, Mobgle searches later, Reigen stands outside of your apartment door. He’s traded his suit for a more casual look, even tried parting his hair a different way… Until he saw his reflection in the nearby window and quickly rectified that mistake.

Just in time too because there you are, opening the door with a bigger smile on your face than the one you had this morning. “Reigen!” You chirp, extra excited to show him the bouquet of flowers you had bought for him earlier that day… Only to see the exact bouquet in his hands as well.

Pink roses line both arrangements but the real stars are the gerberas, their stark white petals standing out among the rosy leaves and bundles of baby’s breath. Both sets of flowers are the same, down to the pink cellophane wrap and white ribbon around the stems. 

Both of you blink in surprise at first, stunned to silence until an escaped snort from Reigen gets you both to start laughing. “What are the odds?” You ask after a giggle, wiping your eye of the single tear that came from the belly laugh. “Let me guess…”

You don’t have to, Reigen jumps on it seamlessly, “‘You can’t go wrong with roses and gerberas!’” 

“And let me guess…” You start again with a toothy grin, “He didn’t charge you for the baby’s breath either?”

“... What?”

–

You sit on the couch– yes, the same couch you two were shamelessly making out on like you were teenagers at the height of puberty less than 24-hours prior. Though this time, there isn’t any tension to cut through. No gulped swallows and nervous stirrings of the gut.

“We should say our first rule out loud at the same time.” You’re overeager, every cell in your body just itching to hammer out these details so you can kiss that stupid face of his again… 

Okay, you really just want to seal the deal so you can officially call Reigen Arataka your boyfriend.

Reigen exclaims with a sweat already running from his brow, “What if yours is way more serious than mine?!” 

“Aw, c’mooooon.” He’s still hesitating so you bring out the big guns… A pout and a stare that would put a kitten to shame.

Reigen’s face could not get redder. He can practically feel his heart ramming against his ribs just looking at you! “... Fine.” He clears his throat, trying to recover from the strike to the heart that was your expression. “You’re not gonna do that every time you need me to agree with you, right?” He asks after a beat, letting out a chuckle that makes the red glow on his cheeks even brighter somehow.

“I make no such promise.” You answer with a nod and a smug smile, your chin wrinkling from the silly expression. “Now, c’mon! One… Two… Three!”

“No PDA at work!” 

“We shouldn’t do anything at work!”

You both let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, good.” Reigen leans back on the couch, eyes closed briefly in contentment. “I’m glad we see eye-to-eye on this. But it’s not because I don’t want the others to know!” He’s now sat upright, needing you to see the honesty in his eyes because he would never want you to get the impression he wants to hide you for any reason.

Your hand on his knee soothes his worries, a touch he can already see himself craving. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I knew what you meant but Reigen…” You smile at him tenderly, squeezing his leg as you assure him, “You don’t need to watch yourself around me, afraid you’ll make a mistake just because we’re going to be dating now.” Oh, how your cheekbones already tingle from how much the word “date” makes you giddy. 

“Right, right.” Reigen returns your affectionate smile, his hand coming to hold yours. The gesture is still foreign to his bones but god, it feels perfect. “Well, I’m sure we can handle ourselves at work.”

“Totally.”

“Totally.”

[sordidpsychick]

Angel Numbers

1 - Escapee

Reigen and CO. find an escapee from the local hospital rumored to be doing illegal human experiments.

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Content: Reigen/Fem!OC, MDNI, eventual NSFW, I am cringe but I am free, self-indulgent, perv Reigen, human experimentation, OC can see ghosts, chubby OC, short-lived Dimple and Reigen rivalry, blood & injury

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Reigen Arataka, self-proclaimed Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century, was currently on a call about some mysterious moaning and groaning coming from the woods surrounding said client’s house. 

“Talk about creepy,” said Dimple, the non-threatening evil spirit that always tailed Mob, Reigen’s trainee. 

“Yeah,” answers Mob quietly while looking around, shoes crunching on leaf litter. 

They were here at night when spirits were the most active, but that meant the forest was dim and little light from the moon descended through the fall foliage. Foggy too; the client had warned them about the small lake that resided in the middle of the forest. 

“Hmm.” Reigen rubbed his index finger and thumb from his chin outward to his jaw as he looked around the gloomy foliage. “I don’t sense any particular spiritual energy.” He paused as he took a few more moments to look around. “What do you think, Mob?” Reigen stopped and turned, one of his hands resting on his hip where his belt held his light gray slacks while his other arm was bent in the middle with his palm turned to the sky. The pose combined with his calm expression exuded confidence, putting everyone at some level of ease.

Mob looks towards his master, mouth opening, but is interrupted by an echoing sob that causes a few birds to flee from the treetops. The three of them tense, looking towards the sound that came from deeper in the forest, toward the lake. As the sound dies off, Mob speaks. 

“I don’t sense any evil spirits, master.” 

“I can’t say I do either, so whatever made that sound…” Dimple side-eyes the direction the sound came from. 

“Is not an evil spirit, I agree,” Reigen finished with a nod. He took a breath and looked at Mob firmly. “Mob, see if you can lure out the spirit with your energy. My ability is too strong and I could accidentally scare it further into the forest.” Reigen crossed his arms and walked to stand by his student, observing the forest around them with caution.

“Right.” Mob nods and closes his eyes. Silently, he raises a hand, dark hair picking up in some unseen wind. Another sob rings through the forest, this one more guttural than the last. 

“Woah, it’s working!” Dimple floats higher towards the foliage to see if the spirit is nearing. 

“No.” Mob drops his hand to his side, ability dormant once more. 

“Huh? Whaddya mean ‘no?’” Dimple floats back down immediately. 

“I mean; it’s a human.” 

Reigen put his hands back on his hips and stepped out from the group, cheap loafers crunching on the leaves lining the forest floor. “Come on out. If you’re trying to startle us you’re sorely outmatched.” He began to look around closer into the tree line, trying to catch a glimpse of someone hiding in the dim evening light.

“Um, master?” Mob calls meekly, suddenly looking paler than usual. He points to the ground. 

There, speckling the leaves, barely visible in the moonlight, is a trail of blood that leads into the dark forest ahead—towards the lake. 

“AWHH SHIT-“ Reigen jumped back at an alarming speed, nearly stumbling onto his ass as his face contorted with fear. He stood straight seconds later and cleared his throat as he adjusted his tie, “Ehem, yes well, let us proceed with… caution. I have the unfortunate feeling that this is who our client wants us to take care of.”  

Reigen was the first to step forward and continue.

The infrequent sobbing became clearer and unfortunately, the blood trail thickened the further the three delved into the forest. Soon enough, a glimmering lake came into view between the tree trunks. 

There was a shape up ahead, haloed in the white light of the moon, slumped on the bank of the lake. 

“It went quiet…” Dimple whispers, squinting at the shape. 

It’s without a doubt the thing that was making the creepy noises from before — the blood trail led right to it. The figure shifts and things start to make more sense. 

“It’s a-“ Mob opens his mouth but is immediately interrupted by Dimple. 

“HOT BABE!” The floating green spirit darts towards the shape, which seems to be trying to sit up. 

She originally looked like some strange glowing rock, but now it’s clear that the moon’s light was just reflecting off the white of her hospital gown. Her shoulders tremble violently, miniature versions of the cries from before tumbling from her paling lips. 

“Dimple, wait!” Mob calls from the tree line, but it’s no use. 

Moments later a gray flash pushed past Mob; Riegen. “No fair, Dimple!” He hissed as he ran with all his power towards the glowing figure, slowing as he approached with his hands cautiously out. “We mean you no harm, alright?” He assured the figure.

“Woah, crap! She doesn’t look good.” Dimple says, meaning all the blood. 

Soon, Mob catches up to them, heaving from the exertion. “I found some wire back there. I think she might’ve gotten caught in it and that’s what’s caused the…” he goes pale, turning his back at the sight of the wound that runs jagged around her calf.  

The woman lets out a shriek when the three of them crowd her, scrabbling on the pebbled shore towards the water. “G-get away!” She spits, pale eyes crazed with delirium and blood loss. 

“Hey babe, chill out! We’ll get your leg fixed up in no time.” Dimple floats just in front of her face and makes sure to wink to sweeten the deal. 

The woman just screams louder, tears spilling down her cheeks. 

“Dimple, you’re scaring her!” Mob shouts in a shaky voice.

Reigen quickly swats the green spirit away with his hand in the air, “Mob’s right, give her some air,” he said as he ignored his own words and crept closer.

He silently examined the wound. Shit… that's a lot of blood she will probably pass out soon. He took a moment to examine her outfit, trying to piece things together. Calling an emergency vehicle is the obvious thing to do here, but something is telling me she is trying to stay out of hospitals. Reigen knelt down and hovered his hand over the wound. “Mob, you wouldn’t happen to have healing capabilities would you?” He asked as he turned over his shoulder to look at his student.

The woman hissed in pain when Reigen’s hand put pressure on the wound but didn’t seem to have the strength to fight him. 

“N-no, I don’t think so.” Mob slowly turns around. “Oh! I do have…” He rummages through the pockets of his school uniform and produces a singular bandaid. 

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Dimple manages to manifest arms for a sheer moment to shake Mob violently. “A hottie’s life is on the line and you’ve only got a single bandaid?!” 

“S-Shouldn’t we call for an ambulance?” asks Mob amidst Dimple's shaking. 

“NO!” The woman digs her nails—which are already caked in blood—into Reigen’s wrist. Her scream is ear-piercing and full of terror. “They’ll find me! I don’t wanna go back!” She shakes her head, white hair sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks. 

Reigen frown nearly stretched off his face, nostrils flaring as he took a sharp breath and fought back tears while holding in a scream. “N-no!” He managed to speak out through the strained urge to yell.  He got a grip on himself and took a few more breaths before shaking his head. “We have to carry her back to the road. Mob, call the cab and tell them to come back and get us.” He crept around her figure on his knees, the rocks crunching under him as he looked into the pale eyes of the mysterious woman. “I am going to pick you up, alright?”

Mob is quick to fumble for his phone, walking off to the treeline while mumbling to the person on the other side. Dimple follows, shouting this and that. 

The water laps at the shore, stained pink from the woman’s blood. “Don’t take me to the hospital,” she sputters. “I can’t go back there, please.” She looks up at Reigen with teary eyes, loosening her grip on his wrist. Then, her eyes seem to roll for a second before her head falls back on the pebbles. She’d passed out.

Reigen had been moments away from assuring her that this was not his intention when he watched her lose her grip on consciousness. He was grateful, in a way, it would make carrying her easier. He scooped his hands underneath her lower back and the backside of her shoulders as he stood. “Hhf-!” He took a small step back as he adjusted to the weight, forgetting how long it had been since he had last worked his upper body this hard.

Slowly, he began to walk her back along the path, not stopping to talk to Dimple or Mob who had just finished his conversation on the phone. Reigen knew if he stopped walking he might not be able to start again. 

“Master, let me help.” Mob jogs to catch up to Reigen. He holds his hand out, lifting some of the woman’s weight with his ability.

Dimple floats about, checking the woman’s wound and then inspecting her hospital gown. “Hey, this logo is familiar,” he says, pointing at a little gold symbol sewn into the chest of her gown. 

Mob gets on his toes to peer at the woman in his master’s arms. “I think I’ve seen it online somewhere. Isn’t that—” 

“It's that creepy hospital! Weren’t they exposed for doing human experiments?” Dimple fishes Mob’s phone from his pocket and starts typing madly on it. Soon enough, a grainy image of a long, square, white building with the same logo is floating in front of Reigen’s face with the news headline in bold underneath. 

“I thought that was just a hoax…” Mob trails off.

“Me too.” Reigen, now with the help of Mob’s telekinesis, was able to stop to look down at the woman's body in his arms. “We can’t take her to a hospital. They will identify her and probably try to transfer her to that other hospital when they finish treating her. It would be best to take her back to my apartment. I have food, medical supplies, and a place for her to sleep.” They had traveled back far enough now to be able to see the dark road, barely visible through the fog.

The headlights of the cab approach in the distance. They shine through Dimple’s ghostly shape as he floats in front of Mob’s face after returning his phone. “Mob, are you sure Reigen can be trusted with this kind of thing?” He squints at Reigen challengingly. You think I wouldn’t notice, huh? You just want a hot girl in your house!

The middle schooler looks up at Reigen, and then at the woman. “Yeah. Master is a good guy. He knows how to handle this sort of thing better than I could.”

Reigen’s smile reached the corner of his eyes as he smirked proudly at Dimple for a brief moment before closing his eyes and calmly nodding. “That's right. I have more experience with this sort of thing than Mob, not to mention more space in my room, so naturally, I am the top choice.” Reigen was relieved to see the cab. Even with Mob and Dimple around to warn him about spirits, the forest had really started to creep him out. 

“Speaking of handling,” says Dimple as the car pulls to a stop. “What are you gonna tell the client?”

--

The three of them got the mysterious woman to Reigen’s apartment after an hour or so. Reigen, of course, had lied to the client and said it was just a simple banshee—an easy exorcism. Now, the three of them were peering over her pale, sweaty form lying what looked to be close to death on Reigen’s couch. Her wound was cleaned and bandaged, so really, all that could be done here was to wait for her to wake up so she could be given food and water. 

“Well, if she dies I hope she becomes a vengeful spirit. Then that’ll be my department, eh-heh.” Dimple floats away, smirking. 

“Dimple! She won’t die…” Mob looks up at the spirit before looking back down at the woman, sweating. “...Right, master?” He looks to Reigen for reassurance.

Reigen was busy holding Dimple by the end of his ghostly form’s tail and swinging him in circles throughout the air with a building speed until releasing Dimple, sending him shooting through the wall.

Reigen dusted off his hands and then turned back to Mob. “Sorry, what? …Oh! No, she will be fine Mob, don’t worry.” Reigen gets on one knee in front of the young boy and calmly places a hand on his shoulder in assurance. “Everything will be alright. Now, it’s late. Why don’t you head home for the night?” His hand moves from Mob’s shoulder to his head where he ruffles the boy’s pin-straight black hair.

“Right.” Mob nods. “I’ll come by tomorrow if that’s alright,” he suggests while heading towards the door. When he gets a nod from his master, he gives a small bow before slipping out the door. 

Reigen places his hands on his thighs and stands to his feet, sighing tiredly. 

He liked Mob and appreciated how much easier he made most jobs with clients, but keeping up the constant ‘esper master’ act around him was getting to be a pain. 

Reigen slowly undid his tie while looking down at the young woman.

Her hospital gown was thin and looked rather uncomfortable. He wondered how warm it was. 

“Maybe I should get her a blanket in case she gets cold,” he muttered as he walked over to the only standing cabinet in his room, tossing his pink tie on his messy bed as he opened the bottom doors. Neatly folded on the bottom shelf was a spare blanket. Standing, he gently laid the soft fabric over her body, pausing to take a closer look at her now that Mob wasn’t analyzing his every move.

“You will wake up tomorrow, won’t you?” He softly asks as his hand lingers where he holds the blanket over one of her shoulders. “It would be a shame if I never got to hear your name.” He pulled away and stood, fishing out a box of matches and a cigarette from one of his pockets. He mumbled something about needing to cut back on some work hours as he walked out of the apartment briefly to smoke.

When Reigen returned, there was a ghostly apparition standing in the middle of his apartment—wait, that was just the strange woman. The blanket he’d laid over her was draped over her malnourished shoulders and she stood, trembling, weak, and terrified in the unfamiliar room—not to mention, she was putting way too much pressure on that freshly bandaged wound. Her adrenaline must be spiking through the roof once more, which wasn't good for someone who’d lost as much blood as she had. At the sight of him, she backed up against the furthest wall.

Reigen shut the door and upon seeing her, quickly raised his hands, dropping the lighter with a small, metallic, clunk on the floor. “Hey, woah, woah, deep breath okay? I'm the guy who found you, remember? All I've done is treat your wound, but I'm no doctor; you need to lay back down.” Reigan slowly approached her and gestured over to the couch pressed up against the singular window in the tiny apartment.

She seemed to recognize him after a moment, evidently after hearing his voice, and slowly inches back towards the couch, keeping a keen eye on him all the way. Eventually, she sits with a little wince and hugs the blanket tighter around herself. “Where am I?” she asks, voice hoarse from all the screaming and crying she’d been doing all night. 

“Seasoning city, in my apartment. Don’t worry, I haven't called the police or a hospital or anything. No one knows you are here, I promise.” Reigen slowly walked around her to sit on the edge of his bed, trying to appear as harmless as possible.

The woman lets out a breath and seems to relax immediately, shoulders slumping. Blinking blearily, she glances towards him. “...Thank you, um…” she gives him a little tilt of the head, clearly probing for his name.

Reigen smirks, fishing out a business card from the unbuttoned blazer he had yet to take off. It flips in his fingers as he extends it towards her with a wink, “Reigen Arataka, but please, call me whatever you would like.”

The woman gingerly takes the card from his hand and reads it over. “Psychic…? You’re a psychic?” She blinks up at him.

He crosses his legs, hand rising to his face to stream through his strawberry blonde hair. “That's correct!” He exclaimed with a smirk as his hand moved down to rest with the other one on top of his knee. “I mostly perform exorcisms, but I also have experience reading one's future as well.”

“Oh,” she trails off, blinking owlishly at him. Then, a corner of her lip seems to quirk upwards. “Heh… heheahah!” Then she’s laughing. It’s light, hesitant, and a little playful. The beauty of it ends with a dry cough and a painful swallow from the woman. “Could I have some water?” She croaks, touching her throat lightly. 

Reigen was stunned by the sound of her laugh. It sounded so lighthearted and angelic coming from someone who had moments ago been trembling in fear. He sat there for a moment, collecting all his thoughts before slapping his knee and nodding. “Right! Of course, yes, right.” His words trailed off into a mumble as he stood and approached the water jug beside the arm of the couch facing his desk. He grabbed the glass that he kept to the side of the taps and filled it with cool water, handing it to her. “It's a clean cup, don't worry.” That was a lie, it definitely was not clean, but he was too tired to walk down the hall to where he kept his scarce amount of dishes. Besides, some germs never harmed anyone. 

If she drinks from that… that's like an indirect kiss right!? Hah, Dimple will be so jealous that she indirectly kissed me first.

Reigen stood over her still, watching her with a blank face as she took the cup.

The first sip she takes is light. But then, like she’d gotten a taste for blood, she chugs the whole thing down before pulling the glass away and wiping her mouth. “Thank you,” she says behind the back of her palm, wiping the ravenous look from her eyes as well when she hands the cup back to Reigen. 

He takes the cup and stiffly sets it back down, face pale. That… was better than I ever could have imagined! So she likes some gentleness before getting rough huh? It was kind of scary but I can't pass a chance with a chick this good-looking, beastly tendencies or not! He cleared his throat and all emotions were wiped clean and replaced with new positivity. “So! You going to give me your name?” He asked as he sat back down on his bed and removed his blazer.

The woman looks nervously to the side. “Um…” She fidgets. “I… I think…” Her brows furrow as if she’s thinking hard. “… Seven, Seven, Seven.” She looks at him, clearly knowing that ‘name’ is not a name but instead a series of numbers, far too similar to common test subject numbers.

Reigen is surprised at first but doesn't ask questions, presumably piecing together that—with a name like that, her fear of hospitals, and her garments—she was some sort of experiment. He strokes his chin with his fingers, mumbling, “Seven, Seven, Seven,” when suddenly his fingers snapped and he smiled. “Self-growth! It's an angel number referring to one’s personal exploration, discovery, and growth. No wonder it sounded so familiar.” He sighed with satisfaction, obviously pleased with himself for being able to identify the correct meaning of the number.

The woman tilts her head, some white hair falling into her eyes “Angel… Number…? You must know a lot about those kinds of things, Reigen.” His name rolled off her tongue rather softly like she’d been practicing it in her head for a while. 

Reigen twitched at the casual way she had slipped his name in, heart sputtering with pride. He cleared his throat, marking a transition of tone. “Listen, no offense but I don’t really want to say ‘seven, seven, seven’ every time I want to get your attention, alright? So for the time being… how about I just call you ‘Angel?’” He tilted his head slightly to one side and gestured to her. “You have white hair and when we found you, you literally looked like you were glowing! Of course – it is up to you.”

“Really?” She leans forward, blushing. “That’s such a nice name. No one’s ever bothered to give me one. Thanks…” She smiles. “… I love it.” Immediately following her last sentence, Angel gives a big yawn. It was nearly one in the morning, after all.

“Right!” Reigen says as he claps his hands together. “You should go to sleep,” he said as he stood. “The bathroom is before the big locked door down the hallway, i'll be in the bathroom for a little while but after that wake me if you need anything.” The self-proclaimed psychic grabbed his pajama shirt off a hanger by his standing cabinet and disappeared down the hall.

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In the morning, when Reigen rises to his alarm, there are two pale eyes and a growling stomach that greet him from the couch. Angel is bundled in her blanket and tries to casually look away when their eyes meet as if she hadn’t been watching him snore and drool all over his pillow.

Reigen groans and sits up, yawning and stretching his upper body, arms reaching into the air before coming down to wipe at dried drool in the corners of his lips. His alarm was still going off as he stood up and padded over in tall white socks to where his flip phone was charging underneath the TV. He unplugged it from its chord and flipped open the device, drowsily muttering things as he pressed buttons until the sound stopped. He tossed the device carelessly onto his bed and finally looked at his guest. “You are uh… probably starving, huh?” He said as one of his hands scratched around in his hair.

Silently, the woman on his couch nods. It's followed by another loud growl from her stomach. “Can I have some clothes?” She speaks up from the blanket. The hospital gown was probably chilly, especially if she had nothing on underneath. Quietly, she adds a ‘please.’ 

Reigens eyes go wide as he slowly pivots to count the four long blazars hanging on a small rack against a wall of the room. “Uhhh…” He slowly walks past it and opens the cabinet beside it, combing through an even scarcer collection. “Here, you can wear these exercise clothes for now,” he said as he tossed a thick-strapped, dark green tank top and a pair of plain running shorts at her. 

“After I make breakfast we can go shopping,” says Reigen. Then, under his breath, he adds; “Hm, I’ll have to tell Mob I won't be in the office today.” He walked groggily down the hall, hand reaching back carelessly to scratch where the fabric of his boxers rested on top of his rear. 

“Thank you,” mutters the woman. She leaves the blanket rumpled on the couch, heading quietly to the bathroom at a limping pace. The bandage that wrapped her calf had just barely bled through in the night, the front of it stained a dark brown. She disappeared with a click of the door and some muted rustling was heard. 

By the time Angel emerged again—hair brushed and cleaned up and wearing Reigen’s clothes—the scent of food caught her nose. She peered into the small kitchenette, staying shyly in the doorway like a wary stray. 

Reigen stood in the small kitchen at the stove holding a large pan. In it; scrambled eggs with some sort of meat that looked like ham. He shook the pan around, making sure to cook everything evenly, stirring with a spatula occasionally. A toaster in the corner of the kitchen contained four pieces of crispy toast, popped and ready to be grabbed. 

He poured the meal evenly between two ceramic plates then placed the toast to the side. He set the still-hot pan in the sink and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Done,” he said to himself.

Angel had watched him with silent fascination for a while before she spoke up. “Um, where should I put my old clothes?” 

They weren’t really much in the realm of clothes, honestly. Torn in places, speckled with dried mud and blood, and left crumpled on the floor of his bathroom.

“Hm?” Reigen pulled a towel off from where it had rested on his shoulder and wiped his hands before hanging it on a small hook. He stared up at the ceiling as he thought. “Uhhh…” Would she be offended if I told her the trash can? “...How about you just leave them there until we buy you some actual clothes?” He hoped that was polite enough. His dark brown eyes met Angel’s pale ones as he grabbed both plates and held one out to her.

“Okay.” She nods and takes the plate from Reigen’s hand with a muttered ‘thank you.’ She’s quick to return to the couch, where she sits cross-legged to eat. Like the night before, with the water, Angel started with polite, small bites before delving into ravenous hunger.  

Reigen took a seat on his bed’s edge, facing Angel as his mind swam with various pick-up lines he had used at the local bar on girls for years. The current one echoing as he watched Angel eat was; ‘I like a woman with an appetite.’ But saying something like that was out of the question. She was clearly neglected and traumatized in her previous living situation and was in no state for the stranger who took her in to suddenly start hitting on her. Instead, Reigen pushed these thoughts aside and focused on finishing his own meal. 

“What is this?!” Angel’s voice picks up louder than it ever had—except for her screaming in the forest last night. She holds up the meat with her fork, eyes dazzled with excitement. It’s scarfed down seconds later, leaving her plate entirely clean. 

Reigen gripped the plate nervously, startled by her raised voice, and let out a breath after her question was asked. He calmly turned his dark eyes upwards to her. “That is the miracle meat… Spam.” The hand holding his fork raised into the air and the fingers that were not holding the utensil waved about he was performing some magic trick. “It tastes and has the texture of ham, but it has an infinite shelf life! It doesn't even need to be kept in the fridge. Saves me on money and space.” He winked at Angel, pointing his fork at her before bringing it down to collect the egg spam scramble on his plate.

“I like it.” There’s a dangerous glint in her eyes for a moment there as they tick down to his plate. It’s easy to tell what she’s thinking, and yet, she seems to have self-composure because she doesn’t try to steal off his plate. Instead, Angel sets her plate aside on the couch and scratches at her bandage. “Who’s Mob? You said that name earlier.” 

“Mob is my student, he works alongside me as a psychic-in-training. He was there yesterday when we found you, but he kept his distance. Blood tends to make him a little queasy sometimes. I suspect an unpleasant memory.” Reigen stroked his chin, balancing his plate on top of his crossed legs. He realized he had strayed off topic by accident. He took a bite of food and resumed with his mouth full. “Weird blafh hair, gooffhy haircut – mmmh – dead eyeffs, hard to miff him.”

“Oh, him. And…” Angel looks to the side, rather pale. “What was… that green thing…?” Her voice darkens considerably like she’d really seen something truly terrifying. 

Reigen’s mouth fell open, eyes wide like some cartoon as a mush of chewed yellow egg and pink spam fell from his mouth and landed on his plate. Moments later, and without any signs of embarrassment, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and scoots closer. “You mean you can see ghosts?” 

At the word, Angel goes bone pale and stiff and she stares at Reigen like he might be the police. “I guess.” It's meek like she’s scared. “That thing was a ghost? It wasn’t very big, so I thought it might be something else…” 

Reigen was about to explain that he wasn't sure what Dimple technically was but realized that it would make his position as a psychic less believable. Instead, he leaned back. “Yeah, that’s just Dimple. He is sworn to help Mob or something. The two of them come on jobs with me and he’s pretty harmless so don’t be too scared of him.” Reigen shrugged, trying to stay casual and calm as he tried to figure out how she could see Dimple. She can’t be an esper, right?

“Dimple?” Her posture seems to relax and she’s starting to smile. “His name’s ‘Dimple?’” A short burst of light laughter is covered up by her hand. “Oh, sorry, that was rude. Um, I guess I’ll have to say sorry for screaming at him the next time we meet.” 

Reigen smiles, plate finished as he stands and stacks Angel’s on top of his and heads to the kitchen. “Don’t stress too much, he is not entirely deserving of an apology,” Reigen says with an irritated smirk as he sets the plates in the kitchen and walks back. Guess I wasn’t any better than him last night. I wouldn’t deserve one either, honestly.

Angel tails Reigen, watching from the doorway again. “Um, before we leave… I don’t have any shoes.” It wasn’t just shoes she needed. She needed a bra too. It was a little obvious that she wasn’t wearing one—if one looked long enough, that is. 

Reigen nodded, face turning red as he watched the slight bounce from underneath his gym tanktop. Yeah, he wouldn't be washing that for a while and he knew he would never look at it the same again. “Right,” he said with a nod as he brushed past her and handed her a pair of rubber slides. He slipped on a pair of slacks and turned his back to pull off the white t-shirt he had been using as a pajama top. He pulled on a white button-up and tucked it into the pants, finishing the outfit off with a simple leather belt and a pair of leather shoes. No tie or blazer today it seemed. Grabbing his phone off the bed and his wallet off the coffee table, he turned to Angel and gave a thumbs up. “Ready?”

“Mm-hm.” She nods, standing by the front door, twiddling her fingers around the drawstrings of her shorts.

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Angel looks a little overwhelmed standing in the women’s section of a discount clothing store. It’s easy to say that she’d never gotten to develop a sense of style coming from wherever she’d been—and however long she’d been there. After a mere two minutes, she seems to look at Reigen for help.

Reigen looks just as unsure as she does, cheeks pinkening every time he looks at one thing for too long. “I-I suppose it would be best if we built your closet from the ground up… like a business! No point in buying shoes if you don’t have socks to go with it.” He pointed at her with a smirk, as if his business logic actually had a genuine application in this situation. He tried to remain calm as he walked past the shelves and assorted hangers of shirts to a more secluded section containing a variety of socks, bras, and panties. He cleared his throat and awkwardly looked around. “L-lets start with socks.”

Angel nods in agreement, bending down to look at a small pack of plain white socks. She takes them and places them in the handheld basket Reigen had. Then, her eyes trail over to the bras and underwear. This one’s a little more confusing. She tilts her head at two separate packs of underwear, both of the same coloring, but of different sizes. “I… I’m not sure what size I am.” She looks at Reigen. “What size are you?” 

Reigen is red and stiff as she turns to him so innocently to ask. “I-I don’t wear that kind so I wouldn't know.” He awkwardly cleared his throat and pointed to a few stalls hidden between the shelves. “Th-the dressing rooms should have a tape measure to measure yourself.” He put a hesitant hand on her back and slowly guided her over, holding the door open and peering inside. Sure enough, a plastic tape measure was waiting on a small stool. 

Angel stumbles inside and the door swings shut. There’s some rustling… and then a long moment of silence before the changing room door swings back open slowly and a sheepish Angel peers out at Reigen. “Can you help me…?”

Reigen goes completely red, quickly looking around and moving to cover the crack she caused in the stall door as if protecting her from passing eyes. He nods and closes his eyes as he rushes into the small room and shuts the door, locking it. His eyes opened looking down at his shoes as he took a deep breath. “Wh-what do you need help with?”

“My chest. I can't hold the measuring tape properly.” She holds out the plastic instrument to Reigen, lifting and holding her arms out once he’s taken it.  It made sense. It was the roll-up kind so getting the thing to unroll while holding her arms in such an awkward position must’ve been difficult. Not to mention… her breasts weren’t small. 

Reigen’s heart beats in slow-motion, throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously and reached shaky hands out. He had to look up, he had to look at her as his hands slid past her back and to her front, one on each side of her torso. Try to think of… fruit! Grapes, blueberries, apples, oranges, pomegranates, cantaloupe, w-watermelons – this was not helping ease his mind at all, in fact, he realized it was only spurring him on – watermelons, melons-!

He quickly shut his eyes and took a breath, exhaling on the back of Angel’s neck as he pulled out the rewindable tape measure and held its end on one of her breasts at the ‘0’ mark. He, as lightly as possible, continued to wrap it around her chest with the other hand and adjusted when the band came back around so he could see. “O-one hundred ten centimeters,” he muttered as his eyes glanced up to the chart hanging by the mirror, eyes wide. “S-so your bust is probably a double-D.” His hands pulled away and lowered to where her rib met the bottom of her breasts. He needed her to hold them up so he could get the plastic measuring device underneath for complete accuracy.

“One ten…” She memorizes the number. With a slight nod of understanding, Angel scoops her hands under her breasts and lifts them so that the flat, lower portion of her ribs is exposed.

Reigen swore his nose was seconds away from bleeding. There was no way this was real; this was just some dirty dream, a fantasy he would totally be stuck with for the rest of his life. His hands followed down her rib, finger holding the edge of the tape as his other hand ran along the hot underside of her plush breasts, relieved when he came out on the other side and was free from the strenuous torture of keeping his cool. He quickly reconnects his hands, glances at the number, and mutters, “Eighty-six,” before pulling back and taking a breath, turning to face the wall. 

He made it. He had made it with no suggestive comments or inappropriate lingering. If he wasn’t still stuck in the small stall with her, he would be patting himself on his back. 

“One ten, eighty-six,” Mutters Angel as she squints at the chart on the wall. “You’re right, I am a double-D.” Then, she hums and brushes past Reigen in the small space to unlock the door and step out. “Thanks, Reigen.” She’s quick to dart back to the underwear section, muttering under her breath. “My hips were a hundred-four, but I’ll probably be gaining weight now that my diet isn’t restricted so maybe I should get...” 

The door swings back shut, hanging open just an inch or two ajar as Reigen slumps down against the wall and slides to sit on the stool. He takes a few breaths, trying to take his mind off the sheer amount of heat his body was beginning to put off. The hardest part is done, now I just have to try and not pick out the things I find sexy when she looks at me all helpless. He stands, fixing his collar and hair in the tall standing mirror before leaving to find where Angel had migrated.

When Reigen returns to her side, Angel sets a pack of underwear and two cream-colored bras into the basket. “Umm… we built the foundation, like you said. So now… pants?” She looks at him curiously. Shopping seemed to be relaxing her. Angel was becoming more talkative and confident in taking initiative. 

Composure regained, Reigen is back to his normal self, pointing to Angel with a proud expression written on his face. “Exactly, you get it,” he said in a praising manner as he turned and carried himself, along with the basket, back to the more clothing-oriented section of the women's section.

Angel followed along, a small smile playing on her lips as they passed rack after rack. Soon, something catches her eye and her pace slows to peer at the rack of jeans. They’re pretty plain, but she seems to like a couple of pairs. They’re half off anyway, so Angel slips three into the basket. 

“Then, shirts.” She speaks up, walking ahead excitedly to pick through rack after rack of colorful shirts. Soon, she presents three to Reigen. One is a knitted, blue sweater, another is a plain gray tank top, and the third is a low-cut short sleeve that's white with green flower patterns.  “Do you like them?” She asks, peering over the hangers. 

Reigen streamed his fingers through his short hair as he let out a held breath, wondering how to answer. Looked to the side as he spoke, shrugging. “Yeah, they are pretty cute,” he said with pink cheeks. He held the quickly filling basket out to her, still not making eye contact. “Now you only need shoes, right?”

“Mhm.” The basket gets slightly heavier when the three shirts are set inside. 

After grabbing a box of shoes—some plain black buckle-ups—the both of them found themselves in the beauty aisle. “Uh…” Angel stares up at all the products nervously. They were just here for some soap… but she was getting kind of overwhelmed by all the options. Reaching out, she picks a pretty-looking bottle off the shelf and pops the lid to sniff it. Floral and sweet. Angel holds it up to Reigen’s nose. “Do you like this one?” 

He took a sniff, thinking about the smell. “It’s nice, but it has a heavy chemical smell. He grabbed the bottle and read the list of ingredients. “Aha, see this?” He pointed to one of the long-worded unpronounceable ingredients, “this will dry your skin and cause dandruff.” He set the bottle back down and took charge as he wandered further down the aisle and gestured to a collection of six pastel-coloured bottles from identical soap brands each with different scents. “See if there is one of these you like.”

Angel followed, leaning in to read the labels before she picked a creamy lime-colored one. It smelled like citrus and apple. “This one,” she says, depositing it into the basket and picking out a matching scent of conditioner. Briefly, she looks up and her eyes meet with the razors that hang above the soaps. They go wide for a moment and she side-eyes Reigen before leaving the aisle entirely. 

Reigen said nothing as they left the aisle. He understood that razors were probably highly intimidating for her. He wasn’t even sure if she would know what to do with one. “Anything else you can think of?” He asked her while simultaneously asking himself the same questions. His brain thought over a multitude of things: a hairbrush, toothbrush, condoms, a pillow and pillow case, and deodorant. All of these were great ideas he probably needed to voice, which he would have if it wasn't for how fixated he was on trying to imagine what the outfits they were planning on purchasing would look like on Angel.

There’s a clack in the basket as if she’d partially read his mind: toothbrush, hairbrush, and deodorant. “I think that’s it…” Angel taps her chin and looks towards the ceiling in thought. “… Clothes, bathroom supplies… yeah, that’s it.” 

Despite it being a discount store, the total on the register is enough to make Reigen’s wallet cough a little. Angel peers over his shoulder, mumbling out an apology for all the trouble. 

Reigen passed over his card and turned back to Angel with a smile. “It's fine, these are just a one-time buy kinda of thing, plus it was sort of inevitable. I only have so many shirts.” He shrugged and took his card back, trying not to sob internally as he slid the card back into his wallet and gripped the paper bags containing the newest transaction on his credit account. 

“Still… I could always use help in my office if you wanted to pay me back somehow,” he tapped his cheek in thought. “Something like… a secretary.”

“You’re offering me a job? Really?” Angel seems strangely excited about the idea, a smile rounding her already round cheeks. “What kind of things would I do?” She asks while following Reigen out of the store. 

“File paperwork, arrange my schedules, take phone calls while I’m out, write sticky notes on my desk, oh, and make me tea, of course!” Reigen led Angel out to the street, confidently walking to a curb and setting one of the bags down to raise his hand into the air and call down a cab.

“Okay,” she says enthusiastically, looking at him. “That sounds fun.”

When a cab pulls up to the curb, Angel is quick to step forward and get the door, seeing that Reigen’s hands are full. After that, they plop down inside and head home.

Next

[c-c-cherry]

Appearing once again as a liaison as the lovely Shadow faxes this into my dms (because Reigen and Mob colouring peacefully in visual format is something everyone else deserves to see too). Clicking on the image ups the quality lol

Art for Area Hysteria chapter 13 :)

[yaffles-world]

A very special night :3

Summary: Serizawa Katsuya plans a very special date night to a fancy restaurant with Reigen Arataka and Ren Kouki (OC)

Word count: 4.5k

Tag list: @irummna @zooterscooter

Warnings: none, just fluffy :)

"Hey, you okay?" I grabbed onto Serizawa's hand and ran my finger along his palm, tracing the lines in it. His leg had been bouncing up and down for the last 10 minutes as we sat on the couch, waiting for Reigen. 

He nodded, enthusiastically assuring himself. "I'm fine. I'm just... nervous." 

I smiled at him gently, continuing to trace the creases in his palm. "It's okay. Nothing to be nervous about - it's just dinner." 

He smiled softly for a moment, before pressing his lips into a thin line. "Hmm. A fancy dinner." 

"Yes, a lovely, fancy dinner that you were super cute and charming and organised, like the most perfect girlfriend in the entire world." I wrapped my arm around him and squeezed. He briefly rested his head on my shoulder before jolting back up and bouncing his legs again. I took his hand and shook it up and down gently. 

"You look extremely handsome by the way," I said, looking him up and down and feeling my face get hot. He was wearing a dark blue suit and an orange bowtie. His hair had endured several attempts to be smoothed down but remained persistently unruly. He bounced his leg faster. 

"Thank you," he mumbled. "You also look very handsome." He looked me up and down, making my face flush brighter, before turning his eyes back to his spot on the floor. 

I smoothed down my skirt, and adjusted my red bow tie before adjusting his. "We're matching." I winked, and he laughed weakly. "Hey, look at me." I gently put my hand on his cheek and turned him to face me. "You're okay. You're not going to screw anything up. You're safe with Reigen and me, I promise." 

He just stared. "I want you to like it."

"We will, I promise. Even if it goes terribly, we won't mind, as long as we're with you, okay? So, just enjoy yourself. Breathe in, breathe out." I guided him, and he followed, taking some deep breaths. I snuck a look at his stomach, rising and falling. His legs slowed down and stopped, and he laughed. 

"Stop checking me out!" He blushed. 

I put my hands on his stomach. "But you're just so beautiful!" He giggled and pushed me off lightly, and I pouted, before sighing dramatically. "Reigen Arataka! You're going to make us late!" 

I heard a faint scoff from the bedroom. "You can't rush perfection!" He called out. 

"But you're already perfect!" Serizawa cooed. 

There was a moment of silence. "Shut up!" Reigen squawked. "I'll just be a second!" 

"Fine," I muttered under my breath, before falling back dramatically onto Serizawa. Surely enough, he emerged from the bedroom a few seconds later. 

"Holy shit!" I jolted upright to get a better look at Reigen. He was wearing a floor length, pastel blue dress, that had a clear fabric layer with a star pattern on it. He wore an elegant, silver tiara, and had dark eyeshadow, highlighting the stark white and dark of his eyes. I stole a brief look at Serizawa, and saw his jaw was just about on the floor, before realising I was the same. 

Reigen rubbed the back of his neck. "You can stop gawking at me now." 

I stood up and walked over to him, running my hands down his arms and holding onto his well maintained fingers. "I don't think I will." I winked at him. 

"You're not allowed to also wear heels, that's cheating!" He exclaimed, observing the fact that he was still shorter than me. 

I shrugged. "Sorry babygirl." 

Serizawa had just picked his jaw up off the ground when we heard a car pull into the driveway. Reigen walked over to the window. 

"Who's parking in our driveway?" He mumbled, before peering out. He whipped around and pointed back at Serizawa. "What have you done!?" 

Serizawa stood, smiling and rubbing his hands together, as I walked over to stand by Reigen. "You hired a Limo?!" 

Serizawa nodded slowly. "Yeah…" 

"Oh my god, you are the sweetest little thing." I gave him a big squeeze with my arms wrapped around his waist, my head squished into his chest. 

"You hired a limo?" Now it was Reigen's turn to have his jaw drop to the floor. 

Serizawa giggled slightly and nodded slowly. "Come on!" He grabbed my hand and Reigen's hand as we walked out the door. We walked down the hot stairs and Serizawa bounded ahead, opening the door to the limo for Reigen and I. Reigen slid in first, followed by me and Serizawa. 

"Where are we going anyway? All you said was that it was fancy," Reigen asked, resting his head on my shoulder. 

"And that's all you get to know," Serizawa tutted. "It's about 30 minutes away, I'll tell you that." 

"Plenty of time for champagne then!" Reigen popped off the cork ceremoniously and poured 3 glasses. 

"Oh no," Serizawa said giggling, as Reigen took a swig and turned up the music, before dancing in what most people would interpret as a poor imitation of the chicken dance. 

Reigen's awkward dancing and the champagne was plenty to make the half an hour drive feel like 5 minutes. Serizawa exited first, before turning around and holding the door open for Reigen, who clung onto Serizawa's hand as he stumbled out, dragging me out with him. 

Serizawa thanked and paid the driver, before the driver drove off and we were left to take in the surroundings. We were on a cliffs edge, with the ocean pushing up against it, and behind us, overseeing the view, was a pristine restaurant. 

Serizawa took a deep breath and walked forward into the restaurant, Reigen and I catching one of his hands each. He was incredibly sweaty as he said, "Table for Serizawa," to the maitre de in his practised, confident voice. 

We were led to a cosy table, with a white tablecloth and 3 chairs, beside a floor to ceiling window that lined the room, so that the endless expanse of ocean was clearly visible. Reigen took off Serizawa's jacket and put it on the back of Serizawa's chair, before Reigen sat, somewhat clumsily, into his own. 

The waitperson took the intricately folded napkins in front of each of us, flapped it out and lay it onto our laps, causing Serizawa to squirm, for Reigen to pull out a well practised smile, and for me to thank them rather awkwardly. We stared at the table, not daring to speak, as if we would disturb the well practised movements of the waitstaff as they poured our water, as if we were a disruption to this ecosystem rather than the sole reason it exists. Serizawa ordered a bottle of champagne, thanked them, and then they left. 

Reigen sank into the back of his chair. "I'm not used to the attention." 

I scoffed. "You are so!" 

Serizawa mulled quietly over the menu. "I don't know what half these words mean," he muttered. 

"I can tell you!" Reigen piped up, leaning over to Serizawa's side of the table, trying to see what he needed help with. 

"You don't speak French." 

Reigen put his chin in his hands and turned to face me, raising his eyebrows. "How do you know I don't speak French? I'm full of surprises." 

"You're really not. Also we've been dating for well over 2 years now. If you've secretly been fluent in French this whole time, I will be shocked and appalled that I didn't know sooner." 

"Why?" He cocked his eyebrow further and leant closer into me. His breath was minty and warm and his eyes were dark and seemingly unending. "Would you like me to speak French for you?" he purred. His breath tickled my face, making me burn up. 

I pursed my lips, trying not to squeak as my face got redder, and his smoldering face turned into a broad smile as he leaned back. He brushed my burning cheek gently with his thumb. "Still got it!" His voice was dripping with cockiness, as he turned back to Serizawa. "I might not be able to speak French, but I may still be able to help figure some stuff out," he said, before going through the menu. Serizawa nodded and hummed at Reigen's explanations, but when the waitstaff came over to give us our champagne, Serizawa asked them for clarification, much to Reigen's mock horror. And again, to Reigen's horror, just about everything he had told Serizawa was wrong. 

We ended up ordering a set course of meals that all sounded rather incomprehensible but hopefully would taste rather good. 

Serizawa poured the champagne from the ice bucket, attached to the side of the table. He raised his glass, his hand shaking slightly, and Reigen and I raised our glasses. "To the most beautiful people in my entire world," he said, clinking his glass to mine then to Reigen's and taking a tentative sip. 

"If you don't want it, I'll drink it," Reigen slurred slightly, his face flushed already after taking a generous sip of his own glass. 

Serizawa held his hand around his glass, protectively. "No, I want it." 

Reigen shrugged and turned his predatory gaze to my similarly untouched glass. I poked his nose, causing him to recoil. "Bad Reigen," I said, poking him on the nose again, "naughty boy. Stop trying to steal our drinks." 

Reigen pouted, scrunching up his face more, as he took a pointed, defeated sip from his own glass, before sighing and leaning back in his chair. He fiddled with the sash on his dress, before looking up at the roof. 

“Are you okay?” Serizawa asked, his eyebrows furrowed downwards, encroaching upon the top of his nose. 

“Yes,” Reigen said, sighing dramatically. “I’m just hungry.”

“Oh.” Serizawa’s eyebrows resumed their usual position and he had a slight smile on his face. “I was worried something was actually wrong.”

“Something is actually wrong! I’m hungry!” Reigen exclaimed, rather loudly. 

I rubbed his arm gently. “Shh, babygirl, you're causing a scene. Inside voices,” I attempted to soothe. 

Reigen started to say something, then bit his tongue and blushed lightly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I wrapped my fingers around his. His hand was just a touch smaller than mine, and it felt satisfying to enclose it in my own. I felt my chest tighten slightly at the gesture, even if it was my own. I looked at Reigen and he looked like he was about to catch fire. “I’m sure food will come soon.”

Serizawa took Reigen’s other hand in his own, significantly covering it. The soft light from the candle on the table illuminated Serizawa’s dark hair on his hands. Reigen stared out the window, rather fixated but slowly his eyes softened. “This is lovely, Katsuya,” he sighed. “This is truly lovely. What made you think to do this? Is there an occasion that I forgot?”

Serizawa laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “No, no. I just wanted to do something special, to show you how much I love you both.”

Reigen smiled brightly. “Thank you,” I said, causing Serizawa to burn up almost as much as Reigen. 

The waitperson approached silently, causing Serizawa to jump. They put down our first plates of food. Reigen retracted his hand from underneath mine, and same with Serizawa. He picked up the outermost fork set out in front of him and poked the mysterious food on the plate. He scrunched up his face. “What’s this?”

I held my own fork in my now cold hand, and poked at the food on my plate, turning over the little hard ball, poking it’s squishy inside. “I believe it’s snails.”

“Snails?!” Reigen exclaimed, causing Serizawa to pat his hand on Reigen’s shoulder and laugh slightly. Reigen looked around apologetically. “Snails?” he asked incredulously, in a near whisper. 

“Come on,” I nudged him slightly on the shoulder. “Try it, you might like it.”

Reigen picked out the fleshy snail bit from its hard shell, and put it on his fork, holding it up to his mouth. 

“Why are you both staring at me?” 

“I’ve never seen you eat this slowly before. It’s entertaining,” I replied, putting my chin in my hands and leaning forward. 

“Come on, Arataka,” Serizawa encouraged. 

“Shut the hell up, Katsuya.” Reigen scrunched up his face and put the snail in. He bit down and his expression immediately relaxed, and morphed into one of delight, and he resumed his usual devouring of food. Although it was more difficult with the added obstacle of the shell, he made quite quick work of his plate. Serizawa grinned, as we watched him artfully inhale his food. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Arataka?” I smiled at him, reaching forward with the napkin and gently cleaning off the sides of his mouth and chin that had gotten rather messy.

“I suppose it wasn’t so bad, Kouki,” he grinned as he leant back in his chair. “But now I get to watch you while you eat.”

I shrugged and Serizawa and I got into the snails, at a much slower pace than Reigen, but it was a hit amongst all of us. 

“Are you feeling better now?” Serizawa teased slightly. 

“Yes, much better, thank you,” Reigen smiled brightly, before turning towards Serizawa. “So, how’s work? Is your boss giving you any trouble?” Reigen winked. 

Serizawa stammered, his eyebrows creasing lines into his forehead, before he laughed and waved his hand. “No, no trouble at all. I like him very much, in fact.”

“Oh?” Reigen leant forward, putting his head in his hands.

“Yes,” Serizawa turned over his words slowly, staring determined into Reigen’s eyes. “I think I have a crush on him.” 

Reigen gasped. “Do you? That’s a bit saucy. An employee having a crush on the boss! How scandalous.” 

Serizawa leant forward, his eyes half closed, relaxed but blushing slightly. “I can’t help it. He’s very handsome.” Serizawa reached forward, holding onto the back of Reigen’s hair, his hand covering most of Reigen’s head as he pulled him forward, giving him a kiss on the lips. 

Reigen pulled back, stammering slightly. “I’ve taught you well, I see, you smooth talker.” Reigen said, winking grandly at Serizawa, before turning back to me. “What are you gawking at?”

I felt my cheeks get hot at the accusation. “You guys are really cute. I’m just…” I looked down at the table, and clenched the napkin. “I love being with you both.”

Reigen’s face softened. Cocking his head to the side slightly, he smiled, before pulling me in for a quick kiss. His lips were soft, and a little bit salty from the snails. He pulled back and ran his hands through my hair quickly, as Serizawa leant forward and gave me a quick and gentle kiss as well. I pouted when he pulled away. 

“Don’t worry, there will be more where that came from later on.” Reigen winked. 

Before we could continue any further, the waitperson put down our much more normal looking main meal. A hearty looking meal, with cooked chicken and an assortment of vegetables was presented on the plate. 

“Ah, this I can get behind!” Reigen said enthusiastically, picking up his other cutlery and digging into the food. Serizawa and I followed suit, and we ate the delicious food. It was soft and perfectly cooked, falling away from the bone easily, and the vegetables were perfectly cooked and seasoned. 

Serizawa finished last, and started tugging on the cuffs of his sleeves, red sprawling up his cheeks again. 

I gently took his hand away from his shirt cuff, and tried my best to envelope it reassuringly between my two hands - a much more difficult task then with Reigen, with Serizawa’s hands being significantly larger than both of ours. “Are you alright?” I asked him softly. I noticed then the restaurant had gotten a bit more raucous and loud as the night had progressed and people had had more drinks and more food. I grimaced at the fact that it had taken this long for me to notice. I stole a look at Reigen, whose lips were pursed. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Katsuya,” Reigen said, “Is it too loud? I know we ordered dessert but it’s been really lovely and we can just go, I can pay the extra, it’s alright.” 

Serizawa shook his head, looking intensely at the table. His hand was twitching slightly in mine, and his leg had started to bounce under the table. “No, I’m fine, I just need a minute.” Serizawa stood up, and grabbed his coat suddenly. Reigen and I stood up instinctively, but Serizawa waved us back down to sit. “I’m fine, I promise, I just need some fresh air. Come get me if dessert comes out. No stealing my food, Reigen!” He showed us a smile, but it didn’t obscure his voice cracking slightly. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Serizawa,” Reigen said smoothly, winking at him. We continued to stand until he’d exited out onto the back balcony. As the door shut behind him, we awkwardly sat back down. My eyes remained trained on Serizawa until he walked around the corner, out of sight. I looked at Reigen, who was still staring at the door Serizawa had walked through. 

“Hey,” I said smoothly, leaning in. 

Reigen turned back to me, and leaned in just as close. His breath played gently on my face, still predominantly minty but with a mixture of the food and alcohol he had been having. Breathing in the same air as him, I stared into his dark eyes until my stomach twisted at their infinity and I had to stare at the table. “Hey,” he said, grabbing my chin gently and lifting me up to face his eyes again. “You're blushing.” 

“Shut up.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” he teased. 

“Of course I think you're pretty,” I huffed, trying to turn away from his eyes again but he kept his hand firm on my chin. 

“I think you’re pretty as well, Kouki.”

“Shut the hell up, Arataka.” I gave up and relaxed into his hand, staring into his eyes. 

“Okay,” he winked, and leaned in to kiss me. He reached out his hand and grabbed onto my hair, running his fingers through it, grazing the skin gently with his nails as he pulled me in. He tasted even better than usual, and I attempted to gain access with my tongue eagerly, but he pulled back, hand still in my hair. “You’re eager, aren’t you?”

“Well, we are in a French restaurant, I think a bit of French kissing is more than acceptable,” I huffed, pouting slightly. 

He dropped his hand out of my hair, and gestured grandly to the bustling restaurant. “I think this place is a bit too high class for us to have a makeout session, Ren.”

“God, you suck!” I whinged, falling back into my chair dramatically, before searching the back balcony again for any sign of Serizawa. He was pretty easy to spot, and pretty hard to hide, being almost 7 feet tall, but I couldn’t catch sight of him. Perhaps the balcony was more expansive then we thought. Just as I was about to get up and check on him, the door he went out of opened again, and he came back into the restaurant. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his hair was even curlier then when he had left. He rubbed at his face and attempted to smooth down his hair as he wandered back over to our table. He took off his jacket and sat down heavily in his chair, smiling, much more genuine this time, the smile spreading over his face and crinkling his cheeks. 

"Feeling better?" Reigen asked, grabbing Serizawa's hand. Serizawa nodded, smiling and kissing Reigen on the cheek, causing Reigen to go pink. 

The waitperson brought over three small plates, with creme brulee. The sky was entirely dark now, and filled to bursting with stars. Serizawa followed my gaze out to the sky, as Reigen dug into his plate. "Thank you, again, Katsuya. The view is almost as beautiful as you are." 

Serizawa turned as red as a tomato as he stammered, shaking his hands in front of him. "Thank you," he resigned to saying, before beginning to eat his own creme brulee. Reigen, expectedly, finished rather quickly, and attacked my plate with his spoon. I defended, the metal clinking against each other and finally drawing my attention away from the view. 

After the plates had been cleared, Serizawa turned his attention back to the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, more vigorously this time. 

Reigen stood up. "This has been absolutely wonderful, but I think it's time we go, hey? It's getting a bit claustrophobic in here." 

Serizawa startled slightly at Reigen's comment, but he got up, slipping his credit card to Reigen and ducking out the front door. Reigen got the attention of one of the waitstaff and settled the bill, as we wandered back outside to meet up with Serizawa. 

He was standing across the road. We walked over to join him. He was leaning forward, his back and chest hunched over with his forearms resting on the fence, his hands clasped in front of him. His fingers were locked unbreakably together. Despite the crunching grass indicating our approach, he jumped slightly when Reigen patted him firmly on the back. 

Serizawa sighed, shaky. "It's been a few years now…" His gaze is transfixed onto the stars, and the water is roaring so loudly, crashing against the jagged cliff face, that he's barely audible."It's been a few years since I really, truly went outside." He takes another shaky breath. It could be the cold air, but his eyes water, and I wrap my arm around his waist. "It's so beautiful. It's difficult to not regret not getting out sooner. All I want… is to appreciate what I have now. I want to appreciate all the change and beauty in my life now. Whether it's being able to actually feel the seasons change, or whether it's being able to count the months we've all been together. Which is 27, by the way." Serizawa laughed slightly, and Reigen kissed his cheek. He wrapped his big arms around us both and pulled us into his chest. "I love you, I love you, I love you." 

I squished my face into his chest, burying my head under his jacket. He was always so unbelievably warm. I rested my head on his chest, and reached up to play with the tips of his curls. "I love you, I love you, I love you." 

Reigen wrapped his arms around both of us. "Ah, Katsuya, you big sap. I love you, I love you, I love you." 

I felt Serizawa's heart in his chest. 

"Why don't we take a walk along the beach?" Serizawa stuttered slightly.

"That sounds great!" Reigen flashed his picture perfect smile and strutted forwards, his long dress flowing out behind him as he swished his sash. We walked the relatively steep hill down to the beach, which Serizawa assured that we could get a ride back from the bottom of the hill. Reigen attempted to walk on the sand but immediately crumbled on his heels. Grudgingly, and with a pout, he took off his heels. I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead, and he all but kicked the shoes off my feet. I took them off and held them in my hands, defeated. 

"I still win though." I ruffled his hair again, standing over him slightly. He pouted. 

Serizawa startled us both by ruffling the hair on both our heads and standing grandly over both of us. "You guys are so cute," Serizawa smiled, a vague cockishness that was rarely present tracing his lips. Reigen scoffed and strutted forward, playing with his sash again with his free hand. I walked in step with Reigen and so did Serizawa. 

Reigen started rambling excitedly about, well, everything. He talked about the beach, the weather, his past experiences with the beach, he'd been to this one before, you know, long ago. All the while his hands moved even faster than the words spilling from his mouth. We walked like that for a while, before I sensed a change, a sudden silence. I was startled when I realized Serizawa was no longer in step with us. I grabbed Reigen's hand and he stopped talking abruptly, as we spun around to search for him. 

Reigen squealed, high pitched and abrupt, reenforcing my panic before my eyes landed on Serizawa. Kneeling on one knee. A smile on his face. Holding a box in a shaky hand, containing two rings. 

I stood frozen, my mouth open. "Reigen, are you seeing this?"

"I am," he nodded slowly, tears forming in his eyes. 

Serizawa breathed in deeply. "I'm not good at words like you guys are, so I'll keep it simple. I love you. You make my life so much better than I could have ever possibly imagined just by being in it. You make me feel like I'm capable of things I never thought I could even dream of doing. I don't have anything to offer you but my undying love. I want to be with you both forever. Will you marry me?" 

Reigen burst into tears, hysterical, wracking sobs, interrupted by laughter. "Yes, yes, yes! I do! I accept!" He blurted in between the tears. 

Serizawa's face entirely lit up as if a candle was lit inside him. "Kouki?" 

"Of course I'll marry you, you big idiot!" I ran to him, scooping my arms under his armpits and pulling him up into a big bear hug. I started to cry, and so did he, as Reigen joined the hug with his wracking sobs. 

"I can't believe this." Reigen wiped at his eyes, before his gaze turned to the still open ring box. He cocked his head, looking quizzically at the box. "Which one's mine?" He asked, barely repressing the giddiness in his voice at the new shiny object. 

Serizawa picked up a rose gold banded ring, with a pink stone in the middle. "For you, Arataka." He slipped the ring on Reigen's finger, and Reigen waved around his hand immediately, trying to catch any light on the stone, and looking at it transfixed. "For you, Kouki." Serizawa put a similiar ring on my finger, except that it was a purple stone and silver band. I grinned broadly, giving Serizawa a kiss. 

"Good thing your speech was short, I think Reigen and I would have burst if we had to wait any longer before saying yes." 

Serizawa smiled sheepishly. "I think Reigen did burst." 

I laughed and looked over at Reigen who was still transfixed by the ring. "He seems to be doing better now." I nudged Serizawa. 

Reigen's hand gestures were even flashier after that.

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Shigeo is asking Reigen for advice on asking out a special boy!

I really love @pearliegrimm fic "Sometimes That's Better". It's hilarious and I was literally laughing out loud while reading it. I hope to draw more comics from the fic (adding to my long list of WIPs).

This is a scene from the very first chapter, so if you enjoyed it go check out the fic!

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🌸 The negligible self 🌸 chapter 1, p.1 to 7

A comic based on a serirei (from mp100) fanfiction written by @homosexual-fanfiction (@/ch_am on Ao3)! Please go read the fanfic there too because it’s really good!!! T v T

I don’t know if I’ll adapt the whole story (even if I really want to!!!) so for now I’ll try to do as much as I can, starting with that first chapter (which is already entirely storyboarded)!

Thanks to Camp for allowing me to draw their story and for helping me while designing some of the settings and Aimi <333 and thank you again for writing such an awesome and inspiring story!!

You can find Camp here too: @ch-am

I hope you’ll enjoy this first bouquet of pages!!💐

Here’s the link to the fic!!