#whatever happens i’m on yuki’s side always

[noroi1000]

Can I do a request for the Nyan series. I had this idea where Both Gojo and Geto would notice that y/n is feeling down maybe a little depressed because a close friend of hers found out about her relationship with Gojo and Geto. And that person spread rumors about her to other people and would judge her and make her feel bad. Geto and Gojo decided to take her out on a date in the town on her free day, like going to the mall or it can be whatever type of date you want to write. While that date she accidentally bumps into that friend and starts judging her. Geto and Gojo weren’t there at the moment but they somehow secretly heard their conversation and decided to get some revenge on the friend and this part you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but can it end with nswf scene I think that’s how you write it but I think you get what I’m saying. Also the friend is not Yuki the coworker, can it be someone else please, sorry for bothering you with this request.

Nyan X

a/n: I finally shared this...

Warnings: A Little abusing, Smut

When you entered the house, the first thing you felt was the soft fur against your legs.

When you looked down, you saw a large white, fluffy cat purring against your legs.

It was cute, but you didn't feel like saying hello either.

You honestly wanted to be alone right now. You didn't feel very comfortable just thinking about talking to someone...

You just want to relax after a hard time at work.

After all, it's not often that a close friend starts spreading rumors about you...

And that's something else...

If Yuki hadn't been asking you what it was about, you wouldn't have known about it. And besides, he was one of the people who sided with you. Because he believes what she said isn't true.

Closing the door, you moved your leg away from the soft fur. Even though Satoru was still hugging you.

He liked being a cat so much... You were surprised that he likes life as your fluffy pet. After all, as a cat, he was so cute.

You looked at Suguru who was sitting on a chair, phone in hand.

He smiled in your direction.

"I'm glad you're back. I was going to cook-"

You cut him off by raising your hand slightly.

"Thanks Suguru, but I don't feel like doing anything." You said, messily putting all your things on the cupboard.

Satoru wrapped himself around your leg.

You looked at his happy face. He let out a cheerful meow.

"I'm sorry, Satoru... I want to rest for a while..." you said as you bent down and moved the cat away from your legs with your hand.

You walked towards the bedroom.

"Satoru, I want to be alone..." you said as you saw a white fluff follow you.

He stopped as you slowly closed the door.

When you didn't come out for the next few minutes or call them, Gojo turned into a human, leaving the ears and tail of a cat.

Geto watched as his friend's tail gently wagged the tip of tail from side to side as Gojo crouched on the floor towards the bedroom door.

"Something's not right here..." The white-haired man said.

"It's normal that something is wrong here. She never acts like this." Geto answered him.

"But she always greeted us nice when she came home. And when she was tired, we went to bed with her!" he said with a sad voice.

"You're acting like a spoiled cat..." the dark-haired one muttered.

"Because I'm a spoiled cat..." he replied. "I like the love she gives us. It's the same with you. When she doesn't give it to us, I feel bad... Don't you think we should check what's going on?"

"... well... She looks very depressed. Something must have happened to her at work..."

"If it's because of that asshole who used to stay in our house, I'll kill him..."

"No. It's not him... Notice that he cared about how she felt. So it's not his fault. Something else must have happened..."

"Can we comfort her somehow?"

"I'll make something to eat, maybe we'll spend time at home... You know, together. To cheer her up somehow."

Gojo suddenly stood up, his tail wagging in all directions.

"Make it all up, and I'll try to make her laugh and cheer her up for a start!" he said cheerfully.

"How are you going to do that?"

"First of all, you walk around the house like me, with cat ears and tail. Secondly, I bought a watermelon, and in the cardboard box of paper supplies, in addition to paper clips, I found rubber bands."

"Are you going to—"

"Oh yeah..." he smiled.

_____

Lying on the bed and scrolling through videos of cats you wanted to get rid of the depressing feeling that lingered in your chest.

However, even the sight of cute kittens didn't help you...

Unfortunately...

Have you thought about getting some sleep?

Even though you came home much earlier than usual today, you were tired.

You told your boss at 2pm that you weren't feeling well and asked if you could go home.

That's why you came back.

You didn't feel good, but mentally.

You weren't sick or in pain.

However, your psyche made you want to be alone.

People have said things about you that aren't true...

You can't afford the rent and you're fucking two guys for money?

Are you so desperate for anyone to love you that you do everything for them, even if they don't look like you?

And even if they are there first, then they magically disappear and are nowhere to be found. And yet it is difficult to overlook two handsome, very tall men. You're still chasing them.

She laughed that they run away when they disappear, but you still manage to find them...

That you went crazy and bought yourself two cats that have people's names and look identical to those guys?

What some people started saying about you was hurtful.

It all depressed you.

None of this is true, but if you deny it, people won't believe you anyway... On the contrary. When you start to deny it, they will think even more that it's true, since you are screaming so panic that it's a lie.

There's nothing you can do about it...

You just want to lie in bed...

Your plans were interrupted by something that ripped the quilt off of you.

Before you could say anything, or even see what it was, you were picked up.

You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, not even thinking which one of your boys it was.

"Leave me alone..." you mumbled holding on to him.

"You must see something. Satoru has gone crazy."

You heard Suguru's voice. So he took you out of bed...

He kicked the door open as he gently held your legs and back.

And when you saw Satoru sitting on the floor, his tail wagging cutely, your eyes widened.

You quickly got out of the dark haired man's hands and walked over to the white haired one.

"Satoru, what are you-?!" you groaned looking at the watermelon.

"Hey baby~." He turned to you with a smile.

The watermelon around it had a lot of rubber bands on the rind. The large fruit was almost contorted, and it was sure to explode...

You put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him from putting more rubber bands on the fruit.

You crouched next to him, but in the same time he managed to put several rubber bands on the watermelon.

You heard the fruit crackle.

You stood up quickly, and suddenly the watermelon exploded.

Sweet juice splashed on you as Gojo let out a short scream as a piece of watermelon hit him.

You laughed at his expression because it was funny.

But you felt wet juice running down your neck and hands.

Suguru was smiling, Satoru was laughing.

"And what (y/n)? Are we supposed to clean you up somehow?" asked the white-haired man.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he got up and jumped at you, turning into a cat in flight.

You grabbed him and felt a small tongue lick the fruit juice off your arm.

"Stop it! It tickles!" you giggled as he continued to taste the juice on your skin.

Suddenly you felt a hot tongue on your neck from the other side.

You saw that it was Suguru who was "cleaning" you of the juice.

"Does the way we touch you make you feel better?" he asked, leaning forward, showing you his face.

You saw black, sticking ears on his head.

You knew what he meant when you felt his hands grip your hips.

Especially when you saw Satoru's knowing look towards Suguru.

"Let us clean you up."

Your breath trembled as you felt Satoru's length dig into your pussy. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and his fluffy white tail was wrapped around your calf.

You cuddled up to him while he was standing in the shower so as not to get watermelon juice on the bed.

That's why you were supposed to fuck in the shower.

Your skin was sticky, but they didn't mind.

That's why as quickly as it was, Satoru's dick disappeared inside you.

And behind you was Suguru who was moving his lube-covered fingers on your ass as well as inside.

The unpleasant feeling was unbearable as Suguru prepared you like this.

However, one thing has puzzled you...

"Why do you always have to fuck me in the ass too?" You asked quietly.

It's not like you didn't like double penetration with them. Especially since they got you used to it. But you wondered why you still had to do this.

"Because when one of us is fucking your sweet pussy, you can't focus on sucking the other's cock." Satoru said with a smile as he kissed your lips. "And that way we can both fuck you as much as we want, and you can distract yourself for as long as you want."

"Right..." You groaned as you cuddled closer to him.

You hissed as Suguru squeezed more lube onto his fingers and poured the cold, slippery liquid into you, pushing his fingers in.

"I think that's enough." He said rubbing the last of the slipperiness left on his fingers down his length. "How are you feeling?"

He placed his hand on your ass, placing his heavy cock against your ass.

"I'm fine. And I'm ready..." You groaned as you pushed your ass back slightly to give him better access.

And the easier it pushes inside, the faster the discomfort will disappear and the pleasure will appear.

Pointing the tip to your hole, he slowly pushed it inside, effortlessly. And he began to slowly push himself to the end.

Feeling the pressure of your warm walls, so much pressure, also pressing against his friend's penis separated from him by a thin wall of your body inside.

As his hips touched your buttocks all the way, you felt his black tail glide over your thigh.

You bit your lip as Satoru moved you on him, making you move on Geto as well.

Just as you had to hold on to keep from falling, they both moved, hitting your body with their hips. Expanding your insides.

Your ass felt weird, but it felt good. So is your inside, which was abused by Satoru. It was something that cannot be described.

And when they were both inside, they both stuffed each other's cocks.

The tightness that was in you made Satoru keep touching his G-spot. And also Suguru clinging so much to every inch.

You know what it's like when they're backwards in you. Satoru behind you and Suguru in front. Even though their dicks are a bit different, you don't know which one you like the most...

Satoru's cock is a little longer but thinner. There are a few veins on a nice length when the tip is pink.

Suguru is shorter, but still long... and wide. The wiry and wide tip has a deep pink color.

And such differences do not mean that the feelings are the same.

Suguru stretches you out more and satoru hits you deeper.

Even though taking one at first is a challenge for you. Taking both at once is an even more difficult task for you.

Their width and length exceed the average.

Even though they've already told you a few times that their dicks are a little above proportion to their body size.

But they are out of proportion to your body...

They stretch you like you've never been stretched.

And it doesn't seem like the tightness of your walls bothers them.

"Suguru... Are you going to cum...?" Satoru said breathlessly. Smiling.

"Shut up... Her ass is tight..." he snarled, slamming his hips a little faster.

"Just like pussy... You can feel it, can't you? When our little girl is about to cum..."

Closing your eyes, you put your mouth on Satoru's shoulder, suppressing your moans into grunts.

"Don't come inside her. We're still supposed to go on a date..." he grunted breathlessly as his hips involuntarily pushed into yours, forcing his entire length inside you.

You felt him move closer and place his chest against your back. Pushing his hips into your ass. Staying in one place.

He shuddered with a moan, both of your holes tightening.

As your pussy sucked Satoru's length, your ass was pulsating. Sending the dark-haired over the border.

With a wet sound, he stretched out and, stroking its base, placed the tip on your buttocks, covering your back with dripping cum.

Satoru wasn't behind, and he steered his hips so that his length would fall out of you.

With one hand, he guided his cock between his stomach and yours, and gently moved your body. Cum covering you all over your belly.

You felt a light tap on your ass that stopped you from shivering from exhaustion.

As Satoru dropped your legs slowly onto the shower floor, she looked down at your stomach. Shiny in white.

"Ew... Satoru..." You groaned as you watched the amount run down your body.

"What? It's the same on your back..." he laughed.

You looked at Suguru and then at his semi-soft, floppy penis that was glistening.

He shrugged with a smile.

And suddenly turned on the hot water.

"We will wash you. We're going right now."

"Where, Suguru?"

"On a date."

You thought going shopping with them after something like that was a bad idea.

Especially since you thought you wouldn't be able to walk normally.

However, you were relaxed. Despite the very slight pain in your ass and between your legs, everything was fine.

They took you shopping in clothes shops, then to shops with various food and also accessories for the home and for people.

The sex shop Satoru wanted to go to didn't work out.

You have new sexy lingerie and something else Satoru won't tell you about.

But you guess that thing is the cat maid outfit he was looking at...

You ate something, went to the cinema which is in the shopping mall, and to the arcade.

Finally, when passing by the ice cream stand where you stopped, your mood soured again. Because you saw your friend from work pass by... That one...

You were sitting on a bench near the booth while they both bought snacks.

Satoru went for ice cream and Suguru went for Yakitori.

You hoped she wouldn't notice you, but you were wrong.

On your head was a cute clip that Suguru got for you. Because to Him, you looked cute in it.

When they weren't there, you listened to her abuse you. What hurt you more than anything else was the question of what you had to do to get them to give you that. After all, it wasn't possible for them to give you gifts and love you. After all, when you stand next to them, you stand out so much. And that you're not pretty enough to have two handsome men next to you. People often judged you. But never like this. You did something wrong, you made a mistake. But now she's judging you by not being enough for them. That now they're gone and won't come back because they ran away from you. That all they can see in you is an opportunity to have sex.

They do love you...

But she said it in such a way that you felt bad.

And your smile that they put on your face faded...

So much you thought you could believe it. You didn't answer at all. You wanted to ignore her. But you took the hairpin off your hair anyway. Putting a nice thing in your pocket.

You didn't know they were there, and they heard it.

And when they sat next to you on the bench moments later, you ignored the fact that one of them was holding delicious-smelling food on sticks for three people, and the other three ice cream cones in your favorite flavors.

You just put the side of your face on the side of Suguru's chest, and tried not to cry. As tears slowly filled your eyes.

You didn't answer when they asked if you were okay.

You just hid your face in his clothes, trying to convince you even more that what she was saying wasn't true.

Even though you know it, it still hurts.

That someone judges you like that. That she challenges you and destroys your reputation...

You guessed they had heard all that when Satoru gently laid his head on your shoulder, tenderly kissing the side of your head. Especially when he said anything:

"Will you feel better if we do something about it?"

When you felt Suguru's fingers wipe away the tears that accumulated in your eyes, you relaxed slightly.

After all, they are always with you.

You nodded at them.

They wordlessly got up, hugging you again.

Satoru handed you three scoops of ice cream and Suguru placed the Yakitori on some tissues next to you.

They went in one direction.

Fifteen minutes later they returned.

They hugged you and Satoru gave you a plush, very soft panda.

They took a hairpin out of your pocket and put it in your hair.

They showed you so much affection. They spoke sweet words to you.

And in the end they assured you that she won't say anything to you anymore because her reputation is already completely destroyed.

At the gym she went to, they switched slates. Where there were showers and men's changing rooms, they pinned it as a women's changing room.

She went in there in just a towel after her bath, and they closed the door. That's all they did.

It wasn't their fault that one of the guys there recorded it and posted it on social media.

Besides, no one knows what was going on in that dressing room while she was there...

[augustinewrites]

slowly pushing this across the table to you and running away

“where the fuck are you, ei?” katsuki growls into his phone. “you said you were going to the bathroom.”

“sorry, I got kinda lost, but I ran into todoroki and we’re walking up now. this place is way too confusing!”

“well get your ass back here before she gets here,” he snaps, ending the call and stuffing his phone into his pocket.

katsuki shifts in his seat, restless as his eyes dart around your empty office. it’s still strange for him to be in your space, in your corner office with its large, floor to ceiling windows overlooking musutafu, and with todoroki’s office right across the hall.

(it’s strange because, back when things were simpler, katsuki used to be your cubicle neighbour. back then, he was the one you shared a building with, one that your hero name wasn’t on the side of.)

there are still traces of that time on your new desk, and he recognizes them instantly. the limited edition headphones from jirou and kaminari’s first big brand collab hang on your monitor. The framed picture of you, yaoyorozu, uraraka, and ashido on graduation is angled on the right corner of your desk, beside the set of coasters you bought when you were first assigned a cubicle at jeanist’s agency (the ones you always shoved one under his mugs of coffee). a little decorative jar holding candies sits near the edge, and he recognizes the individually wrapped bonbons from your favourite shop in sendai (you used to throw the wrappers at him when you were bored).

the only thing missing from your old setup is the frame of him and you. the candid shot that kirishima had taken when he’d accidentally crashed your third date.

his chest suddenly feels heavy, the previously bitter feelings dissolving into something dangerously close to missing you.

(he doesn’t want to miss you, though, so why the fuck does he?)

“bakugou?”

shit. “uh, hey.”

he catches a hint of your shampoo (you’re still using that orange vanilla one) when you walk around him and to your desk, and set a pile of file folders down. “sorry for the wait, but you weren’t supposed to get here until seven, so I’m not quite ready—”

“i’ve heard that one before,” he finds himself muttering bitterly, balling his fist up tight when that annoying phantom weight in his hand returns.

a petty jab, he knows, but he doesn’t care.

you press your lips into a tight line, shaking your head slightly as you lower yourself into your seat. you’re hurt, and it shows in your expression.

“wow. i thought we were over this passive-aggressive thing. i believe your exact words were that we should, ‘forget the last five goddamn years ever happened and move the fuck on.’”

he was over it - over you - dammit, but when he’s alone with you, all of a sudden he’s in that restaurant all over again, and it makes him feel a lot of things that he almost doesn’t want to try and unpack without the help of a trained mental health professional.

“whatever,” he scoffs, leaning back in his chair and averting his gaze to the window behind you. “Where are todoroki and kiri?”

strictly professional, he reminds himself when you pull out your phone, probably texting icyhot.

“so,” you start, setting your phone on the desk and leaning back in your chair, eyeing him. katsuki knows you’re about to hit him with some sort of snide remark to get back at him for earlier.

“how’s taro?”

katsuki blinks a couple of times.

of course you’re asking about the fucking dog before asking about him (don’t get it twisted, it’s not like he wanted you to).

“still likes to wake me up in the morning for runs,” he shrugs. which was a habit ingrained into that labrador’s brain because of you, by the way. you used to drag him out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn so you could take the dog out together.

then, after a beat of silence he asks, stiffly, “how’s yuki?”

(sometimes he misses that damn cat.)

“she’s okay,” you hum. “still likes to curl up and nap on that quilt we had draped over the couch.”

he knows the one. the dark green quilt that you used to drape over him when he’d come home from a late patrol, bone tired and too lazy to shower before falling asleep on the couch with the cat curled up on his chest.

oh, and there’s that feeling again, he thinks with a slight wince. that deep ache that’s been settled between his ribs for the past year and half, and only hurts more when you’re nearby.

you open your mouth to say something, but quickly close it, frowning when someone knocks on the door.

the door is thrown open as soon as you call for them to come in, and kirishima enters, followed closely by todoroki like a teacher guiding a child. “Hey guys!” the redhead looks between the two of you, grin faltering momentarily. “whoa, is it just me, or is it a little chilly in here?”

katsuki wonders what you’d said, had you not been interrupted.

[lavenderjewels]

JJK 234 thoughts below!

Another fight chapter and Panda is how I’m feeling

We finally got more on this fight and their “plan” which hardly seems like a plan at all, but I’m glad it’s actually talked about now. I GET that Sukuna probably does have an “ace up his sleeve” with Yorozu’s gift no one knows about and his possibly-CT related fire powers in Shibuya, and that could end up killing everyone in one go if they jump in, but I’m on Yuuta and Yuuji’s side on this. If Gojo ends up dying and they have to take on Sukuna anyway, it feels like a waste. It’s better to risk it all now and join in.

Although, I actually like Kashimo because I’m sure there’s some fighting/honor code he lives by with how much he was searching for a good opponent, so it’s funny seeing him just not really care about Gojo, just whether or not he’ll have to jump in after. I respect that a lot more than the reluctance for the others to head into the fight.

Which all kind of leads into what I’ve always been scratching my head over since the manga’s been setting up things: HOW are the Sukuna and Kenjaku confrontations going to go down when there’s so many characters wanting to take them down? I know the Sukuna Gojo fight is already happening, but honestly it doesn’t feel remotely close to the “final” fight, and it’s mainly a lot of death flags for Gojo.

I just want something to completely upturn this entire thing, whether it’s Kenjaku doing something, Sukuna’s original form or other powers, etc. While the fight is cool in the battle sense, it’s made it stagnant for the other characters, so I want them forcefully involved. Them just sitting around is going to steadily get more annoying—I’m getting flashbacks to YYH.

In general, there’s a lot of things that just need answers and I still think there’s a “plan” to save Megumi, but I just can’t theorize more on that, since we haven’t gotten anything clarified.

As for the ACTUAL fight, loved some of Gojo’s expressions and blue is always cool to see in action. Didn’t really care about the new combined shikigami, so don’t care about it being destroyed. Other than Gojo seriously being defeated/killed or losing powers, I don’t have any predictions.

Also Uraume mention! Not dead!! choosing to believe Kenjaku was watching the livestream and giggling when they got knocked away from Gojo’s hollow purple.

I’m hoping the manga isn’t still planned to end around the end of this year. It feels completely unachievable and I don’t want to rush through the reveals of everything (kenjaku and the CG/tengen, yukis research, sukunas secret plans, ino about nanami, possible soul related things with yuuji, what’ll happen with sukunas missing fingers, etc etc etc). This fight is fine, but I want some good compelling reveals, dialogue, revelations…whatever to really amp up the tragedy and stakes.

[memorystormsanctuary]

KHOcWeek 2022

Day 4~ Determination

Day four for @khoc-week, and this one is a fun one, Determination. Yuki has spent much of her story just following. When she’s a little too busy figuring herself out it’s just a lot easier to follow. And through that is where she learns what it is she really wants. Because in the end just following is what made her lose so much. After so much loss, Yuki comes to one conclusion. The only thing she wants is to never have to feel that loss again.

“What will you do?”

The question was a strange one. Not one Yuki was all that familiar with. Looking back on it, it was perhaps the first time she had ever been asked. What would she do? Not an order. Not a demand. Not even asking for her help. Just a simple question. What would she do?

Yuki looked up at the old wizard who sat before her. This was only the second time she had stood before him. The first time he was asking a different question. Well, it wasn’t exactly a question then. He had told them what he expected of them. What their task would be while Sora and Riku took their Mark of Mastery exam. To deal with the other elite Heartless like them. And while that may have been the goal, so much more had happened she was sure Master Yen Sid had not planned for. More pieces of the puzzle fit together, though she wasn’t ready to speak them yet. Her eyes shifted between the two who stood beside her. None of them were ready to give away all they knew to the old master just yet.

And even more, they weren’t the only ones to find some of these pieces. Sora and Riku had found out at least parts of them. About Xehanort and what he meant to do. About the lost friends, some lost for far longer than the others. And now, while they were starting out on their missions, the three remaining elite Heartless were being filled in. And asked that simple question. 

What would they do?

“Whatever you need me to do.”

X was the first one to speak. It wasn’t a surprise to Yuki. He was always so sure of himself. His goal always clear and it was rare to see him waiver from whatever resolve he made. Even when it had made him seem like the enemy, even when it put his own life at stake. He was unstoppable when his mind was made up.

“I’m going to save my friends,” Y said, her eyes set firm with a similar resolve to X. “And I’ll bring Xehanort down too while I’m at it.”

Her resolve was different then X’s. Yuki recalled when she would have once been surprised by this. Back when she had first met the twins. They had seemed so similar. But now Yuki knew just how different they were. Y would play whatever she needed to to get what she wanted. It was fortunate that the things she wanted lined up with what they meant to do.

With both of the twins having said their peace, Yuki was the only one left. She stood in silence, staring past Yen Sid and out one of the tower windows. All she could see was the stars that dotted the sky. So many of them were seen here. So many worlds.

This wasn’t the first time Yuki had a choice in what to do. She had made a choice like this before, when she had left the organization. But she had been so different then. A mess of barely strung together memories and a heart torn by the loss of friends. She had made a choice then when she didn’t know who she was. Didn’t know what she wanted.

Then she had made the choice to stay out of the way. To find the people who had a plan and follow them. First Axel, then Riku. It had gotten her through that time, but it left her with a pain she couldn’t shake. And now, now she would learn.

She knew what she wanted. As crazy as it might seem. As impossible as the task would be. She would make it come to life.

“I’m on your side, on a few conditions,” Yuki said. Her eyes shifted back to Yen Sid, and she felt the twins eyes turn to her. Yen Sid sat silently. He made a motion with his hand, inviting her to continue. “You better be serious about saving all our friends. Not just the three Y lost, the one’s Xehanort already tried to kill. But Roxas, Axel, and Namine too.”

“If we are capable of returning the three previously lost, then it will be possible to return the two you speak of,” Yen Sid said calmly. “You will find one of those conditions is already met. I will direct you where you might find Axel.”

Yuki held in her gasp of shock, something Y hadn’t been able to do. She smiled slightly and nodded her head.

“That’s not it,” Yuki said. Attention was quickly returned to her. “I’m willing to make a lot of sacrifices here. But no one gets left behind again. As long we’re all together in the end, I’ll do whatever you say.”

Yen Sid gave a short nod. It was enough Yuki wasn’t going to complain.

She had fought in many battles before. That was all it took for Yuki to learn what it was she wanted. Those few battles and all the nights after that she spent with a heart aching with grief. That was enough. It wouldn’t happen again.

No one gets left behind.

[icharchivist]

hi icha!! I just finished the anniversary event lol ,, three ヽ(´▽｀’)ノ for mankai!! (yes that’s actually what cheers on my phone autocorrects to). ummm I think this event was so sweet. I don’t have too much to say since a lot of it reviews stuff that had already happened and if I talked abt every a3 character moment that had gone in since the beginning I would never bc able to move on with my life. so this’ll be disjointed.

I liked how everyone got izumi a present individually and how they surprised her with the message book and she surprised them back! it was so sweet and izumi performing all of the plays they did was so good… like man. felt like it rly demonstrated her passion!

this is also the second time I’ve seen some other game localized ad red rover, a game which I’ve also never played. two nickels! (the first is for eng translations of poker face ft. gumi and prod. yuchaP that translate hana ichi monme to red rover)

rly loved the re-mention of citron wanting to leave bc he was being followed. runaway prince. also guy seems like he’s successfully followed him,, and tenma!! him being like. well I’ve got the best guys and izumi to back me up… even if they’re sometimes annoying…. no, they’re ALWAYS annoying as hell. and tenma trying to pick out a cute sticker from yukis collection as yuki thinks of how he used to get made fun of for having his collection… yeah. the way yuki and tenma BOTH have a moment where they go like … in the middle of bickering and r like. well I’m thankful this guy is by my side. it’s sweet.

I also forgot muku gave up track and field bc of an injury!! that rly sucks… in other thoughts muku joined the troupe right after spring which makes perfect sense since he loves princes so much I think the fairy tale style of spring troupe would appeal to him so much! whenever muku gets his prince role it’ll be an Moment for sure.

the banri and juza filling out pages was fun I think. the way they introspect as each other does their page is a neat detail. also izumi supporting juzas acting growth will never not warm my heart. I like to think she sees herself in him just a bit. sakyos message was so sweet…

the best part of this event I think is the interplay between roommates like. tasuku and tsumugi fondly reminiscing over like elementary school or whatever. and tasuku only submitting a “thank you” at the end for that! that’s so. Him. also gosh. tasuku and tsumugi’s gratitude towards like being able to act as they wish and with each other… it gets me every time

”I was taught to lie low and recover my stamina when I’m weakened” uhhh here’s a hisoka quote I don’t remember. more assassin points. and azuma talking abt him as a kid observing everyone having fun from a distance… don’t be so relatable. I’m glad that we saw sakuyas message in full! since it was so sweet. guess we saw tasukus full message since it was so short lol,, that’s abt all I had to say! just one event left

YOU'RE ON A ROLL!! HI THERE!!!! omg you're really getting closer in closer to act 2, that's so much help.

The Cheers event really was very cute!! it's a lot of reviewing but after one year of content it's really sweet to have a review of it all. It's so so good. On this event there was a SR for every single characters and the backstage are a little more detailled about how each character feels about Izumi and stuff and it's honestly pretty sweet. It's where Hisoka gifts her the cat pillow and i still have been crying over it ever since.

ANYWAY. THEM!!!!

I honestly love how everyone really wanted to thank Izumi and it shows also the impact she really had on their lives. When you think most of them ran into the theater by chance, none of them would have expected just how much this would change their lives and now they're growing in ways they would never have imagined and it's so much. And i love Izumi giving it back and performing all the plays, it's really so sweet and i'm just, so happy everyone was so happy about it.

and ooh that's so cool about the localization :ooo so nice.

YEAH Citron's whole deal being reminded is really neat imo, it really shows you just how far he's come by accepting staying here with everyone. THE TENMA BIT IS SO CUTE YES. He loves them so much he forgot for a second that they annoy him ALL the time. (on that note there's a series of backstage called the "One Day Leader Swap" (you can search for them) for each leader where they have, well, what it says on the tin. All of them are really funny, but i esp remember how Tenma's was soft because he had a pretty good experience, then came back to his troupe being annoying and yet he still smiled and went "well. I wouldn't have it any other way." and it's just. Them being annoying isn't a bug it's a FEATURE!!!! And god the Yuki bit too it's so much. When you remember how much they didn't want to room together too it adds a layer.

And yeah god, Muku… He mentions in the summer first chap that he wanted to be a track runner because it was like a hero of one of his manga and he was always bummed when he had to quit and now he has to cheer on his old team, probably feeling guilty of not being able to still be there and helpful for them and probably adding to his anxiety to not being able to keep up with acting… Poor sweetie. Instead he found something that really helped him. And yeah, the fact he just loved RomeJuli so much being what inspired him to join is really so sweet. Cheering for our sweet prince, always.

Banri and Juza's were indeed very sweet, and the fact they introspect that way does bring this layer of their growth being interwinded. Especially Banri who wouldn't have been there without his obsession with Juza and ended up finding something that makes him so happy instead of it all. All the messages are lovely.

Tsumu and Tasu are so cute on all of this sobbbsss. They're so good.

And oh boy. yeah Hisoka says that line when he's having his fever at the end of the Winter first chapter. It's because of this philosophy he got lured to the unopening door and why Izumi and him got locked here until Hisoka had his delirious dream about apologizing to "August" for something Hisoka has done. The next morning Hisoka didn't remember anything about this fever dream, including what he commented on for his stamina and stuff. It's really indeed… very worrying at least.

And god the Azuma line; bites fist that guy. man.

And SAKUYAAAAAAAAAAAA BABY.

The whole thing was just. so nice. I love them all so much. Events usually focus on a handful of people so it was nice to see all of them just, talk about how much all this time there was good to them. It really drives home just how much of a home this whole family became.

I love them so muchhhh 😭😭😭😭

Congratulation on getting this far :3c

Valentine's Magic next. And then. Ooooooh boy. :3c can't wait to see you back there eheheh

[feuqueerfire]

Plus & Minus Live Blogging

I don't know if I'm in the mood for this right now after watching 2 Taiwanese BLs that were very meh to me but I guess I'll give it a try.

Episode 1 (Jul 20/22)

Is this the show where one of the friends kisses the other whenever drunk then forgets? I've been searching for it

lol i took like a 36 hour break halfway through watching this

I love the physical and verbal teasing between Zheng Zeshou and his sister Cheng Xue Qing. I wasn't expecting a sibling relationship here so I'm very happy to see one

lmao their acting during these blind dates

Episode 2 (Jul 22)

lol we all live the same lives: our parents trying to search for people to marry us to despite us being like hmmm idk about this

omg this has a lot more family and parental stuff than I expected (at least on Zheng Zeshou's side), so that's interesting. I enjoy seeing familial relationships and pressures in shows

lol is this the 2nd time they've kissed while Zeshou's drunk or has it happened more often?

k the flashback seems to suggest it's the 2nd time

Despite the first time we saw Zeshou and his dad together it was a fight, they're cute and Zeshou's cute with his dad

The Kato Yuki and Jian Ying Ze romance seems like something I won't give a fuck about but maybe they'll surprise me

Episode 3 (Jul 23)

It's not really the show's fault that I keep reading VegasPete fics or watching Love Mechanics clips on tiktok instead of just watching this

LiGong really just gives in to whatever ZeShou wants. Cute but maybe conflict later on?

This show isn't really boring, it's just that I don't care rip

Episode 4 (Jul 23)

I just don't give a fuck is the thing lol

bruh, random ambush and murder attempt? i just don't careeee. I wish i could just drop a series lol but I still have like ~4h of episodes left. I'm watching it at 2x atp

Episode 5 (Jul 23)

Also, yesterday and today people have been like ? Are the mains from this confirming they're a real couple? b/c they've been very heavy on the fanservice on insta

lmfao such a silly fight scene

I should be more into the side couple than I am: the high-strung divorced father with a routine life being pursued by the handsome, younger bartender who takes everything casually

loll Yuki and YingZe waking up together

Eyy, Aaron and Hank from Be Loved In House: I Do

Episode 6 (Jul 24)

The LiGong and ZeShou kiss + aftermath is so awkward yikesssssss I can't

Yuki is so forward and affectionate considering they're like technically not dating yet

the girls' indirect kiss via the straw which isn't emphasized at all because they don't care about the gl I'm guessing but like. i noticed

the manager lady is so freaking beautiful

Episode 7 (Jul 24)

Alright, they kissed and confessed. I fully do not care to see any more of LiGong and ZeShou's storyline. What if I skip all their scenes and watch only the side couple?

I think the second couple is definitely more interesting than I thought even though I don't love them or anything. I just think it's an interesting dynamic + always enjoy it when there's a child involved

I think LiGong and ZeShou have a sweet breakfast here but I am not watching it so

lol the scenes of Hank and Aaron's characters so dramatic

Episode 8 (Jul 25)

Bro I don't care, I have to finish watching this today before I go to sleep bc what do you mean I've been watching this since the 20th. I need to move on to better shows or at least worse ones that are more engaging.

Watched the episode in uhh 5 minutes because I'm skipping 95% of the main couple scenes (just watched them with the lady coming to get divorced) and only watching the second couple. + I'm watching at 2x speed.

Episode 9 (Jul 25)

Yuki threw away the clothes at the laundromat that have been there for 10-20 years (it needed to happen but a conversation beforehand might've been good) and ZeShou's father does not approve for him and LiGong

ZeShou has to cry a few times in the show, especially in regards to his mom, but I think he's kinda bad at it

Episode 10 (Jul 25)

Omggg Yuki and YingZe both acknowledge what they could've done better in that interaction? bare fucking minimum but after Kinn (especially) or Porsche acting callously or hurting the other and not apologizing or acknowledging faults, I'm like woah some personal responsibility

I wanted the bar owner lady to have a girlfriend so badly but she likes LiGong? bruh I'm skipping over this storyline and still know too much

Episode 11 (Jul 25)

I think it's funny that I skip every scene ZeShou and LiGong are in together but if they're with clients or parents I watch it

Episode 12 (Jul 25)

I like how Ling Ling and Yuki interact, it's cute. I enjoy a character interacting with their partner's child

Naurr YingZe covering Ling Ling's eyes as they kiss aw and her asking "What are you guys doing?"

I like how there's like 0 angst or confusion about Ling Ling's father dating a man. She's so cute and supportive, all "I'm not nervous, this is a small stage. I'll play the violin at your wedding as well."

Speaking of, is she playing at ZeShou and LiGong's wedding? I thought that was a special episode but guess not

Is this the History 3 MODC cameo? "Have we met before" etc

There's nothing much to say about this story. I didn't care about the main characters or their story, so I almost all of it at 2x and after like ep 6 skipped everything where it was just the 2 main leads. The family and job dynamics/scenes were kinda interesting though.

I liked the side couple better with the high-strung divorced father with a routine life being pursued by the handsome, younger bartender who takes everything casually. They were cute and grew with each other and I liked them with the daughter Ling Ling.

Rating: 5

[unoriginalmess]

A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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[itgirlification]

supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

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“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

[thepavementsings]

idk if someone already approached you about this but im brave enough to ask. so your thoughts about mpreg yukierre. elaborate please

I have been approached indeed about the tags of this post (? i know. hear me out) by many an anon student and scholar so than you all for that. Also shout out to @fromcainwithlove for giving me brainworms about them. This is under the cut because well. lol.

So this whole thing is set starting at the beginning of this season. And it starts off casual! Yuki and Pierre started hooking up in between Barcelona and Bahrain testing. Mostly it happens because the car is a shitbox (lol). This year is gonna be bad anyways, and they’re both in Faenza all the time for feedback meetings trying to help fix this tractor trailer of a car. Pierre nearly spun out the final day of Barcelona and if he has to watch the footage of it one more time he’s going to scream. Because it’s way too similar to 2019 when he… he wont even let himself think about it.

This time Yuki is there, and unlike Max who just gave him pitying smiles from across the table, he’s rolling his eyes at his engineer and folding up bits of paper he’s picked off the side of his notebook to toss at Pierre when he thinks he’s not looking. When the head of aero comes in to go over the footage of the testing incident with them for the 5th time this week, Pierre has to focus all his attention on evening his breathing and keeping his jaw closed. But then he hears Yuki mumbling not so quietly under his breath about how fragile last year's front wing was, and instead Pierre feels the urge to lean over and devour the smirk that’s growing across his face. Pierre corners him in the hallway towards the sim a couple of hours later. If it’s gonna be a shit year, they may as well let off some steam.

Anyways Pierre isn’t blind, he knows Yuki has a crush on him (honestly my headcanon is that by like halfway through last season Yuki stopped caring to hide it -i’m going to come to your house Pierre! Etc etc - he’s flirting!) So maybe it's not super fair of Pierre, maybe it's not the most responsible thing they could be doing, but he likes Yuki! They get along and the sex is good so it doesn’t have to be a big deal. But then *waves hands timing/logistics/science of mpreg whatever* Yuki tells him in the late spring that he’s PREGNANT.

And initially Pierre freaks out because they’re both only contracted up until this year and what is Helmut gonna say and Yuki can’t DRIVE. But Yuki tells him he’s already talked to Red Bull and they aren’t happy ofc but they don’t want a PR nightmare on their hands so they’re gonna put him on mat (pat? Lol who cares) leave right away because he can’t drive anyways and once he’s had the baby (he’s due in early January) they can talk about the future. And he tells Pierre it’s fine because he didn’t tell Red Bull Pierre's father so he doesn’t have to worry!

Which Pierre is a little mad about? He should probably be grateful to Yuki for that, but it’s his kid too and he wants to be part of all of this. And his life plan is getting thrown for about 4563543 different loops and my king of compartmentalization does not take that very well lol. But he doesn’t say anything like that to Yuki because what is he supposed to say? So instead he starts sending Yuki apartment listings in Milan for 3 bedrooms and google links of prenatal vitamins he saw off an instagram guru’s page and he’s throwing himself a little too hard into the whole dedicated father thing.

And it’s YUKI who stops him one day about a week or two after he first finds and is like… Pierre. We are not dating. It is your kid yes but just because I am pregnant does not mean you have to do all of this? Which Pierre doesn’t understand at first really because Yuki’s always joked… he thought he would want that?

And Yuki sits him down and tells him that he’s going home. For the rest of the pregnancy. Because Pierre isn’t even in Milan half the time when he’s racing and his mom wants him home and what is Yuki supposed to do in Italy? There’s nothing keeping him here. Pierre wants to say what about me but he CAN’T because Yuki’s right, they aren’t dating. And Yuki deserves to have his family around him. It’s not up to Pierre anyways. 

So Pierre tells him that he wants to tell Red Bull that he’s the father. If Yuki is going to be so far away and he can’t be there to make sure everything is okay, he wants them to know. He wants to be a part of this as much as he can. Because they may not be dating, but they’re a team right? Yuki agrees. And then he goes.

Ok I'm stopping there FOR NOW but there is a WHOLE pregnancy arc to get through but I feel like this is enough for one post lol. Anyways I like to have my fun little headcanons and if I could write a) dialogue b) narration or c) literally dialogue then maybe I would actually write this but alas I can't so this is what you get from me lol. Welcome to my descent.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Animate Kuji B Prize Tokuten Drama CD [Reiji・Kanato・Subaru]

Original title: B賞ドラマCD (カナト・レイジ・スバル)

Source: Diabolik Lovers Animate Kuji Tokuten Drama CD [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi, Kaji Yuki & Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: Reiji suffering hours never end in the Sakamaki manor. Honestly, for how serious and low-key boring his HDB route is, Reiji is by far the most entertaining character in the early era tokuten CDs. He’s the only character who is actually trying to keep everything together but chaos just breaks loose every time lol.

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Subaru enters the kitchen.

*Thud*

*Rustle rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...!? The fuck’s goin’ on in here...?

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...Ah, fuck! ...Where am I supposed to walk...!?

Kanato: Subaru, is that you? 

Subaru: Uwaah...!? Kanato! Where the fuck did you just crawl out of...!? ーー Or rather, what are you doin’?

Kanato: Can’t you see? ...I’m looking for sweets!

Subaru: Haah...? Didn’t you have a cake of some sorts for dinner just earlier? 

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: ...I’m hungry...but I can’t find anything to snack on...Uu...Even though I’m starving...So why...? Uu...Sob...

Subaru: Argh...Geezー Shut the fuck up...I only came here to fetch a drink! Oi! Did you happen to across a bottle of mineral water?

Kanato: Don’t ask me. Look for that yourself.

Subaru: I can’t because you flipped the whole damn kitchen upside down!

Kanato: I can’t help you if I don’t know myself. ...Right, Teddy? I wonder why he’d lash out at me like that when I clearly said I don’t know? When he could make an effort to search for it himself, he just takes out his anger on me instead...That guy should just drop dead already.

Subaru: Che...! This is such a pain in the ass!

*Thud*

Kanato: Hm...I wonder why he’s there losing his cool in the corner by himself. Right, Teddy?

Subaru: Che...!

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: Haah...Ugh...Huh? ...Tsk.

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Ah! Found something!

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Oh...Crackers? ー Ugh.

He chucks them to the side.

Subaru: What’s the problem? You were searching for food, right?

Kanato: You really don’t understand, do you? I’m looking for sugary treats. I finally found something, but it turned out to be these bland-tasting crackers...Haah...Are the people in this house trying to starve me to death!?

Subaru: Ahー Everything has to be loaded with sugar for you, doesn’t it? Hm...?

Subaru walks over to the counter.

Subaru: The fuck’s this? A small container and a bottle...? There seems to be some sort of white powder inside? Sugar, maybe?

Kanato: ...!! Give that to me!!

Kanato snatches the bottle away from Subaru.

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...Uwah!? ...Oi, aren’t those the crackers you tossed away earlier?

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...? D-Don’t tell me...!?

Kanato rips open the crackers and starts pouring the sugar on top.

Kanato: If I do this...Then the crackers will become sweet...Fufufu~ 

Subaru: No, wait! I said it might be sugar! But what if it’s something entirely different...?

Kanato: Haahn...

*Munch munch*

Subaru: Listen to me!!

Kanato continues eating.

Subaru: ...How is it?

Kanato: Fufu, it’s sweet...~

Subaru: Which means...It really was just plain sugar? The fuck. There wasn’t a label on it, so I thought that maybe Reiji left one of his shady concoctions laying ‘round. ーー In that case, I guess the liquid in this bottle is just plain old water as well. 

He opens the bottle.

Subaru: It’s transluscent and has no scent so...It should be fine, right?

*Gulp gulp*

Subaru: Haah...

Reiji enters the kitchen.

Reiji: What are the two of you doing in here this late at niーー 

Subaru: Che...Geh, Reiji!?

Reiji: Ah...What happened in here!? 

Kanato: ...

*Munch*

Kanato: I was only looking for some sweets.

Reiji: Ah, geez! I’ve told you before that your snacks are in the shelf over there in the back, haven’t I!? Your searching method is to blame here! ...Wait, Kanato...What is that you’re holding in your hand?

Kanato: I poured all of this sugar over the crackers and ate them. ...Fufu, it made them at least somewhat palatable, right, Teddy?

Reiji: All of it...!?

Subaru: Oi...Did we make a mistake?

Reiji: ...Why do you people always put everything in your mouth straight away!? That medicine is still in its testing phase, so I cannot predict the effeーー

*Cling*

Subaru: ...!? Ugh...

Kanato: Uu...

Subaru: My headーー!

Kanato: ...It hurts...! It feels like my head’s splitting in two...!!

Subaru: ...Aaaargh...!!

Reiji: ...And that’s exactly why I keep on telling you lot not to eat everything you see...

*Thud*

Reiji: ...?

Kanato: Ehehe~ Such lovely weather we’re having today~! It’s like Mr. Sun is smiling brightly at us~!

Reiji: K-Kanato...?

Subaru: Yeah, mate! On days like these, I just want to go for a nice, long run!

Reiji: Subaru!?

Kanato: Ooh~? Rei-pyon, didn’t see you there! ...What’s wrong~? Why are you making that strange face?

Subaru: Kanato! Rei-rei’s face always looks weird, remember? You shouldn’t tell him straight-up though.

Reiji: R-Rei...pyon? Rei-rei!? 

( Is this the medicine taking effect...? )

Subaru: Rei-rei! If you keep on making those troubled expressions, you’re only going to get even more wrinkles, you know? If somethin’ is weighin’ heavy on your mind, why don’t you join me outside for a round of soccer?

Reiji: ...I have no worries! I refuse to play soccer as well!

Kanato: Rather than playing soccer, why don’t you join me and Teddy and bask in the sunlight~? I’m sure it’ll be a blast!

Subaru: No! A healthy mind in a healthy body is key! You should play some soccer as well, Kanato. Ah! I guess the more, the merrier, right? I’ll go call the other guys as well! Hehe~!

Subaru runs towards the door.

Reiji: Ah...! Subaru! Halt!

Reiji stops him just in time.

*Rustle*

Reiji: ...Either way, we have to sort out this situation first. If you insist on playing soccer, please wait till later.

( If I let the other brothers see these two in their current state, things will only get even more troublesome. For now, it is most important to get a good grasp on the situation. )

I’ll start with you, Kanato.

Kanato: What’s wrong, Rei-pyon~?

Reiji: ...! ...Please stop using that disgusting nickname at once.

Kanato: Eeeeh~?

Reiji: ...

Kanato: Ehehe~ 

Reiji: I suppose I should retrieve the drug first and foremost. ...Kanato, please hand me those snacks.

Kanato: Eh...?

Reiji: ( I suppose he is still reluctant to hand over his sugary treats. However, the usual Kanato would most likely throw a tantrum here. I suppose I should push him to the very limit. )

Kanato. Hurry up and give them to me. I’m confiscating these! 

Reiji snatches the crackers from his hand.

Kanato: ...Ah! ...Uu.

Reiji: ( ...!? He’s not getting mad!? )

Kanato: Uu...Hic...Rei-pyon...I’m so sorry. Will you give me back my sweets if I promise I’ll be good...?

Reiji: Ah...N-No...I did not want an apology from you or anything...Here.

*Rustle*

Kanato: Ah~! Thank you, Rei-pyon!

Reiji: But like I said, no more of that nickname! ーー Well then, how about Subaru?

Subaru: Hah...Hah!!

Reiji: ( ...He’s doing sit-ups...!? )

I take my eyes off you for two seconds and what are you doing now!?

Subaru: Can’t you tell? Sit-ups! Nothin’ feels better than movin’ your body! 

Reiji: ( The drug affected him in this way, huh...? )

What happened to your usual self, Subaru? While it is more than fine you decided to stop destroying everything in your sight, this is creepy on a whole new level. 

Subaru: Hm? Taking out your anger on other things isn’t good, you know? If you’re got any worries, I’ll listen to you, okay? Come on, tell me!

Reiji: ...

 Subaru continues to do his sit-ups in the background.

Reiji: I didn’t think I’d ever hear those words coming from you...

( If I have to try and reason with them any longer, I will surely lose my mind. While I am still not certain about the exact effects, I should prioritize getting started on an antidote of some sorts. )

Kanato: Rei-pyon? Is something bothering you? Want some sweets?

Reiji: No, thank you. 

Subaru: Then want to go for a run? You’ll feel reborn afterwards!

Reiji: I am fine! ...Either way, I shall prepare an antidote at once, so just drink that!

*TIMESKIP*

Kanato: Uu...Sob...I’m hungry...Uu...

Subaru: I don’t remember leavin’ my room and comin’ here at all...Although I’m strangely exhausted for some reason? ...I wonder why?

Reiji: Haah...

Subaru: ...Hah? The fuck’s with that face, Reiji? You look like an old geezer.

Kanato: He is older than us, so of course he does, Subaru. Fufufu~

Reiji: ...Who do you think is to blame for that?

Subaru: ...Aah?

Kanato: Say, is dinner ready yet? Did you not hear me when I said I’m hungry earlier!?

Subaru: Ahー I could go for some food as well.

Reiji: Aah, god, I know! Fine! Whatever you do, don’t touch any of the bottles theーー

Subaru: Tsk...I’m thirsty as well. ...Oh! There’s a bottle right here!

*Gulp*

Reiji: ...Ah.

ーー THE END ーー

[sleepy-exe]

Mechanic Au - 7

Kyoutani x f!reader

<< Part 6 | Part 8 >>

Summary: By the time Y/n hears a knock at her door, the effects of the alcohol have waned to barely a buzz. The feeling of fluctuating emotions however has not.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Genre: nsfw/18+, minors do not interact, alcohol, smut, biting, sex with friends, noncon but in the form of one partner not knowing the other is drunk/in an altered state, manic-depressive state/mental health warning, mentally unwell reader, i swears there’s fluff too

a/n: I was mentally unwell when I wrote this I’m sorry. At least it’s kinda hot? Part of it?

Part 7: 2:14am

Coffee and alcohol might be your drinks of choice tonight, but they don’t always mix well for you. No. Sometimes it's a terrible combo. Like playing with fire in a dry field. A combination that leads to, well, this. Making insecurities and self deprecation come out. Making you crave something exciting, energized by the ideas that fly through your mind. And tonight, the impulse to take someone home crossed with a sadness that begs to be alone.

That’s how you find yourself outside this lively club, stumbling drunk across the cold, hard concrete beneath your feet. No man or woman by your side to cling to. Just you traversing the street, trying to find where you left your car.. How many bars ago?

Finding the white Subaru parked along a crowded street a couple blocks down, you open the door and fall into the seat. The door slams closed behind you, making you jump from the sound and grit your teeth in annoyance. Your phone hits the passenger seat, keys slide in the ignition, and your forehead hits the steering wheel with a thud - though you’re not entirely sure of the order those things happen. The engine roars and you lean back into the seat with a huff. You rub your eyes with one hand as frustration wells up in you while the other blindly smacks around the seat beside you for your phone. A few swipes and taps, and you’ve ordered an Uber to get you home instead. You gaze out the windshield with a whimper, agitation and sadness mixing like the many cocktails you’ve downed this evening.

Home. You’re home. Stumbling into your apartment, it’s pitch black and silent. Too dark, too quiet.

You kick off your shoes, nearly falling in the process, and dump anything you were carrying on the table next to the front door - keys missing and hitting the wood flooring. That must have been enough to stir Indigo as you can hear the metal of his crate rattle in the kitchen.

“Hey baby,” you call out to Indigo as you bypass the kitchen, heading straight to the living room.

What am I going to do now?

Pacing the room unsteadily, you send a text.

>> To Ryuu: “you up?”

Then another.

>> To Kogane: “come over?”

Then another.

>> To Keishin: “heyyy wanna come over?”

Until you’ve lost count of the messages. So that was what Ryuu, Keishin, Kogane, Aone..

Anything but be alone.

>> From Yuki: “fuck you”

Ah, Yuki. She’s surprisingly quick to reply, though the reply was less than unexpected.

You lean back against a wall, chewing your lip as something bubbles up in your chest. Your head is spinning, but you’re not so sure it’s from the drinks.

You weren’t about to text Wakatoshi, and as far as you know Satori is with him tonight. So that’s a no go. They’ll just want to talk things out anyway and that’s the last thing you want right now.

>> From Kogane: “u ok? nobu said you messaged him too”

>> From Aone: “everything okay?”

Ugh. Of course they’d take that the wrong way.

You send quick texts to the Date Tech grads to dismiss their worries and ask them to ignore the text.

I’m fine.

>> From Keishin: “not this time sweetheart”

With a groan, you slide down the wall until your butt hits the floor and let your head fall against your knees. Keishin felt like a desperate attempt, but you thought he’d welcome the invitation as per usual.

But it’s whatever, right? You just need something to keep you busy is all. What if you take up painting or writing; you’re sure there’s paint around here somewhere. Something like that sounds like fun, but do you have the motivation to move from your living room floor to find something? No.

Normally, you’d hear from Ryuu by now. Even a scolding at the very least.

You check the time.

2:14am. He’s probably asleep.

Sitting there, you wrap your arms around your legs and rest your head on your knees. Something will come along and hold you down, grounding you.

Your phone lights up and vibration follows. Looking up from your knees and over at the screen, you see Kyoutani calling you. Without much thought, you pick it up, accepting the call.

“You know it’s 2 in the morning, right?” His voice doesn’t sound all that tired given the time.

You hum. “Yeah. Though, I guess I didn’t check the time until after I sent that..”

There’s a brief pause before he speaks again. “Why are you awake anyway?”

“Well.. I don’t know. Can’t sleep. Don’t wanna be alone.”

There’s some mumbling or something from his end and you sigh, letting your head fall back to hit the wall with a thud. “Erm. Sorry. I’ll just-“

“Do you want me to come over or not?”

“Hm? Yeah.” You blink away what dizziness remains from the liquor.

“You're a neighborhood over from Kanji’s, right?”

“I- Yeah,” you stare into the darkness of your home. Did you mention that before or was that Koganegawa?

Probably Kogane.

“Um, I’ll send you my address.”

And off you go to clean yourself up and remove any evidence of your recent outing. That’s all the motivation you need to move from the floor.

By the time you hear a knock at your door, the effects of the alcohol have waned to barely a buzz. The feeling of fluctuating emotions however has not. At least you’re not dizzy and tripping over your own feet now. You pass as sober.

Opening the door that you forgot to lock, you’re greeted with the sight of the man you were waiting for. You step to the side to let him in and give him a hushed, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he whispers back.

You perk, tilting your head at the unusual volume from him. “Oh! Um, my roommate isn’t home. Uh, we don’t gotta be quiet.”

“What did you want?” The question sounds harsh, but you know he doesn’t mean it that way. He always has that tone after all that matches his natural scowl.

To feel normal again.

Only the streetlights shining through the open curtains give the room enough light to navigate through. You reach for his hands, but they must be in his pockets. Energy is reverberating in your chest and up to your head, and you feel the need to do something. Grabbing his arms, you can feel defined muscle through the sleeves of his jacket. You pull him forward making him instinctively throw his hands forward as well, landing on your waist.

What am I thinking? He’s a friend..

The space between you eliminated, you press your lips to his, hands moving to his chest and pushing him roughly to the wall. It doesn’t take long for the hands gently resting on your waist to squeeze you close as he kisses you back with the same energy, just as you hoped he would. You give his bottom lip a few kitten licks before biting down, and you feel a hand moving to your nape as he deepens the kiss. By the time you pull back, you’re breathless. Though failing to see into his eyes with the darkness of the room, you assume you would see the same desire you know is in yours. Grasping his shirt and stepping back, you pull him your way until he gets the hint to follow you away from the front door.

I need this.

You waste no time pushing into your room, a hand dragging Kyoutani by the wrist behind you. Throwing the door closed with one hand, you're reaching for him with the other, pulling him into another kiss. This time he's the one pushing you back, the sound of your back meeting the hard surface of the door rings in the back of your mind. Arms around his neck, you pull him closer, making him melt into the kiss. Fingers slip under his jacket at the shoulders, slipping it down his biceps until he moves his arms to let it fall freely from his solid frame. With the leather gone your hands slide from his arms to his chest and down his stomach, feeling more of his athletic build beneath the thin material left covering his torso. Soon too, it's flying across the room as you yank it up as high as you can before he pulls it off the rest of the way, the chains around his neck jiggle as they fall back to his broad chest, and the sound is music to your ears.

Lips graze the shell of your ear as he growls low, “Am I the only one losing clothes here?”

Nimble fingers trace down to his belt, quickly unfastening it. “No.”

Gripping the hem of your shirt, he pulls it over your head, dropping it to the side and revealing there’s nothing underneath. Taking half a step back, he admires you, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

You take the opportunity to walk around him to the bed, slipping off your shorts and underwear on the way before turning to face him as you sit down.

It’s too dark to know for sure, but you swear there’s a dusting of pink across his cheeks. You smirk and wave him over. “Are you just going to stare at me from there? When you could be over here?”

He carefully steps your way. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Now you’re the one getting flustered. “You can barely see me.” You reach beside you and throw a pillow at him playfully.

He catches it, of course.

And you can’t really say you’re all that surprised when he throws it back, whacking you in the head.

You giggle as you toss it back to the headboard. Looking back to Kyoutani, you see he’s now right in front of you. Standing there, towering over you as his jeans hang low on his hips thanks to you taking care of his belt only a moment ago. You lick your lips, reaching out to take care of his pants next when his hands reach you first, pushing back onto the bed.

Next thing you know, he’s climbing on top of you and kissing your lips, then along your jaw. You hum happily until your legs connect with his clothed ones. “Ack! Get those off!”

“M’kay, m’kay.” His voice vibrating against your throat as he trails open mouthed kisses down to your shoulder. Face in your neck, he kicks off the rest of his clothes. “Better?”

Without giving you a chance to properly respond, he nips up and down your neck and shoulder before biting at the junction, pulling a needy moan from you. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him there. You nearly whimper when you ask him to do it again, to which he obliges and bites the same spot again, making pain radiate deliciously.

You thought you would be spending the night being mercilessly railed into the mattress, but Kyoutani is surprisingly soft with you. He looks the type to be aggressive in bed, and elsewhere, and really that’s what you’ve been dying for. But his gentle touch is intoxicating in its own way, keeping you captivated.

Kyoutani Kentarou is a gentle lover, the thought plays in the back of your mind. Even farther back in your mind is the raging emotions that have held you at their mercy for too long, currently not a bother to you. The only thing that has your attention now is this man’s soft touches and slow pace, dragging across all the right places in ways words cannot describe. Mouthing at any part of you he can get a hold of, growling and groaning into your skin as you call out each other’s names between harsh breaths.

“Kyou- Kyou, please,” you whine and sink your teeth into his shoulder, ripping a moan from him as you try to ground yourself enough to finish begging. “Please- Kyou-“

His name dripping from your tongue lustfully sounds more beautiful than he would have expected. Grabbing your hips, he picks up the pace as he grinds you against his rhythm in a way that has you seeing stars until you’re both spilling over the edge.

Panting and delirious, you stare up at the familiar ceiling. Kyoutani’s head laying heavy on your chest as you both come down from your high.

When your breathing evenings out, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck, rubbing your nose into his short hair with a satisfied hum. He mumbles something, but you have no idea if what he’s saying is actual words.

He shifts so that he’s sitting beside you. Rubbing your thighs soothingly, his dark eyes slide up to yours. He doesn’t exactly have the happiest look on his face, but compared to the usual you think this might be the closest thing you’ll see.

“Can I get you anything? Water, a snack?”

“Mm, nah.”

He gives one of your thighs a light squeeze and stands, reaching for his discarded boxers. “Well, I’m at least getting us water.”

When he comes back with two glasses in hand, there’s a hint of excitement in his features. “You have a dog?”

You roll to your side, half sitting up and reaching a hand out. “Oh. Yeah. He’s my baby.”

He gives you a glass and drinks from his own. “If he’s your baby, then why is he in a cage in your kitchen?”

“Well, there’s not a lot of room for such a big crate here. So that’s where it fits. And it’s like his bedroom, ya know? His own personal space.” You gulp from your cup and set it aside. “Plus, we crate trained him when he was little for his safety and our sanity.”

“Is he in there every night?”

“Mostly yeah. Sometimes I’ll let him sleep with me, but I don’t want to break the habit of ‘crate time equals bedtime’, so not too often. Plus, he hogs the bed.” You lay back down on your side. “His name is Indigo.”

Kyoutani moves to join you, crawling in behind you and pulling the covers over you both.

“Like the color? Is he blue?” He teases, the slight change in tone brings warmth to your ears.

“No.” You laugh, but roll your face into the pillow, thinking your voice won’t be clear enough to hear, “I was.”

He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you close, your back to his chest and legs tangle under sheets. You can feel his breathing, now slowed to a normal tempo, as he nuzzles his face into your nape.

You lay there comfortably together. The warmth of his embrace has you feeling unbelievably calm, which comes as a surprise to you.

What does this mean?

“..Hey,” curiosity and your nagging mind pokes at you in the silence, “Why were you up anyway?”

His fingers drag light circles on your skin. “I’m always up late.”

He hums. “I’m sure it’s really late now. Try to get some rest, Y/n.”

Nodding, you close your eyes.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm chiming from your phone on the bedside table. Reaching for it lazily, you fail to grab it, a few inches short of it being in your grasp. Because something’s got you tethered by the waist to your spot in bed.

Pulling your hand back from the unreachable phone, you bring it to the arm that has you anchored in place. Your sleepy brain takes a moment to register the situation, so you turn to see who’s sharing your bed.

A sound asleep Kyoutani, looking so peaceful and calm. Very much so in contrast to the expression he wears while awake. You smile at the sight.

Eyes sliding down his sleeping frame, the sunlight bleeding through the curtains gives you a much better view of him than you got last night. You take in every curve of muscle under his golden skin, right down to the dark hair that disappears under the sheets draping over his hips.

The warm feeling in your chest fades as you feel anxiousness crawl up your throat. Your new friend is in your bed, and your thoughts wander as you think of how this could affect your new friendship. You already know how things changed with Keishin after having him in this position, though he’s your boss and you weren’t exactly friends beforehand.

A heavy exhale snaps you back to reality and in a panic you turn back to face away from him. His arm around you tightens and he mumbles incoherently.

Still asleep?

The alarm is still chiming from your phone, but the delay in hitting snooze has it ringing louder and vibrations have joined it as well, making it rattle against the hard surface.

Won’t be for long..

You grimace at the harsh sound and lurch forward to grab it, but once again fail with Kyoutani’s death grip around your center. You grab his hand to pry yourself free, but suddenly his grip loosens and his arm is slipping away. You glance over your shoulder to see the man blinking sleepily.

“Shit,” you mutter, finally getting your phone in your hand and turning off the alarm. You give your friend an apologetic look. “Sorry..”

He takes a moment. Peering at you, around the room, and at the sunlit curtains. “What time’s it?”

The deep baritone of lingering slumber in his voice has a shiver running down your spine. You shake it off rather than entertaining the idea of another round.

“Oh, uhm. Like 7. Probably ‘bout 10 after now.” You glance at the time.

A low grumble escapes his throat, but otherwise no reply comes.

You sit up, bringing a blanket up to cover your breast in the process as if your friend hasn't already seen them. You look around the room awkwardly, not sure what to do from here. Normally, you would kick out Keishin or any other guests by now, but that doesn’t feel right this time.

“You have work?”

“Huh?” You look at Kyoutani. Soft expression gone, a tired version of his usual scowl in its place.

“Your alarm. Why else would you be waking up at 7 when you went to sleep so late? You only got like.. 3 or 4 hours of sleep.” Even with furrowed brows and a frown, he’s eyes have this glint to them when he’s not blinking sleep away.

“Oh.. I, uh, forgot to change my alarm last night.” Even with such little sleep you’re feeling wide awake. “I don’t work ‘til like noon.”

“Hmph.” He folds his hands, sandwiching them between the back of his head and the pillow. “I have practice with the guys today. My alarm should be going off soon too.”

You sit quietly, looking at him. Trying to think of something to do to keep yourself from feeling awkward. And you know what, your puppy deserves to be let out since you’re up. “I, uh, should probably let Indigo out.”

“Indigo,” the way his face scrunches in thought has you holding back a grin, “Your dog?”

“Uh, yeah.” You turn your back to him, placing your feet on the ground as you sit at the edge of the bed. Peeking behind you, you ask, “Wanna see him?”

Something sparkles in his eyes.

You raise a brow curiously. “I can bring him in here. Just a sec.”

You throw something on that you find on the floor, likely what you were wearing last night. On the off chance Tendou is home already, and possibly his boyfriend, you thought you better put on some clothes before you leave your room.

The apartment is quiet. No trace of your roommate in sight. You quickly patter to the kitchen and open the dog crate. Indigo happily climbed out, tail wagging and practically smiling at his master. You softly call for him to follow you as you make your way back to the bedroom.

Indigo loves people. As far as he’s concerned no one is a stranger. That said, he doesn’t hesitate to jump onto the bed and greet your.. Well, Kyoutani.

“Indigo. Lay down,” you command your dog who’s practically on top of the blond and giving him kisses. He quickly obeys, laying next to the man instead with eyes on you.

“Sorry,” you start to apologize for your dog, but stop when you catch Kyoutani smiling at Indigo. You’re not sure that you’ve ever seen him smile before.

Guess he likes dogs.

Scratching the german shepherd, he looks up to you. His smile has faded but some evidence lays in the corners of his lips and the light in his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. He’s just saying hello.”

“Hm. Yeah.”

Soon enough Kyoutani really did need to leave. You follow him to the door, and before he can walk out - Tendou walks in.

Red eyes flick between you and the unexpected guest as he steps through the door. “Why hello there~”

Before the door can shut, Kyoutani catches it, eyeing the other man.

“Oh! Uh, this is my roommate, by the way.” You give him an awkward smile. You had hoped Tendou wouldn’t arrive home before last night’s hookup left. “See you around?”

“Yeah. See ya,” he says as he walks out, door closing behind him.

Which means it’s just you and Satori now.

And the knowing look on his face.

Sighing, you head to the kitchen. “I don’t know about you, but I could use some coffee.”

You’re stopped in your tracks when a pair of hands grab your shoulders. And you sigh louder.

“Maybe - just maybe - we should skip the morning brew for once, eh?” His voice comes out cheerful, but you know. You know there’s only one reason he’d deny you coffee this early. The same reason you should be denying yourself coffee after last night.

“Satori, I’m tired,” you lie, hoping to distract the man and yourself.

“Oh, I bet you are.” The hands on your shoulders steer you to the living room.

Groaning internally, you let him direct you to a seat. He’s quick to plop down next to you.

You arch a brow. “Have a good night with Toshi?”

He grins devilishly. “Of course~”

“Hey, where’s my baby?” He looks about the room.

“He’s got a chewy toy in my room. Probably in my bed right about now.”

He hums and rests his chin in his palm, elbow on the arm of the sofa.

“Oh, girl.” He clicks his tongue trice. “That was a new one. Please don’t tell me you work with this one too.”

There it is.

“You make it sound like I sleep with all of my coworkers.” You cross your arms with a huff, falling back into the chair.

“Hmm. Well, I guess Sawamura is engaged. And your other bestie is into Shimizu, so he’s off the table, right? I’d say Takinoue is too old for your taste, but isn’t he Keishin’s age-“

“Please stop. No, I don’t work with Kyoutani, alright?”

Tendou squints at the name, finding it vaguely familiar. “Kyoutani..”

Letting your head fall back with another huff, you look at the ceiling. “What’s worse - a boss turned fuck buddy or customer? Er, one night stand, I guess. Or something.”

“He’s a customer?!”

“Well, I met him by working on his car. Then we kinda became friends.” You fidget in your seat, skin starting to buzz. You need to stand soon, but you figure you should entertain Tendou a little longer. “I’m just hoping he still comes around after this.”

Tendou hums softly, eyes locked on you and your movements. “So.. Are you wanting to date this one or something?”

You stop, the humming under your skin momentarily stopping as well. That certainly wasn’t the idea. But he is interesting. You lean over, hiding your face in your arms. “Satori, I don't know what I want right now. Like in any context.”

The same grin as earlier creeps his features again. “So, this a one time occurrence.. or are you not bringing home Keishin anymore, hm?”

You groan, “Tori, please.”

The mischievous look fades into a fascinated one. “Hm, well.. He seems your type.”

You roll your eyes. “What ‘cause he’s another volleyball player?”

His head snaps to you. “He is?! Remind me not to take to any of Toshi’s games. You know what, I’ll tell Koganegawa his games are off limits too. I’m sure he doesn't want you bringing home his teammates.” He laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Or rivals.”

You huff, rolling your eyes again. But then you look off into space, because..

Kogane’s teammate..

Tendou must have caught you drifting from your little chat, because he's leaning over into your field of vision now. “Y/n?”

You blink at him before responding to the redhead. “Oh, uh.. It��s nothing.”

Red eyes squint at you and he hums, but he doesn't pry. “Alrighty then.. Want breakfast? Have work? Is that why you chased him off so early?”

“I didn't chase him off. He has prac- He has work.” You sigh, standing from your seat. “And I do too, but not for a couple hours still.”

He squints even more at you, eyebrows furrowed. The silent stare feels off coming from him, but suddenly his expression morphs into his usual bright one. “I have a bunch of eggs to use up, so I hope you’re in the mood for them.”

Part 8 >>

[thewritetofreespeech]

Words: 1900+

Rating: T

Pairing: Benimaru (TSSK) x Reader

Summary: Apparently alcohol makes Benimaru more honest about his feelings. And what he wants for the future.

AO3

Following your success with the Yuki-Oni, Rimuru-sama decided to send you on more ambassador excursions throughout the land.

You had been surprised, but warmed by his faith in you, and took your role very seriously everywhere you went. It was all very exciting. Seeing new places. Meeting new, important people. Sometimes you went with Benimaru, as you did before, but with his own important duties as Commander of the Jura forces, he couldn’t always go with you. It was difficult to be apart, but you made do for the good of your nation and whatever partner you had been paired with for your journey.

This time, it had been Shuna. You and your sister had enjoyed your visit to the coast, to visit the seaside kingdom that lay on its shores. It was the first time either of you had seen the ocean. It was incredible. It was also nice to get away from the excitement of Rimuru, if only for a little while. You loved all your friends, its people, your family. However, you would be the first to admit they could be a bit over the top sometimes.

Like the feast they had insisted on throwing for you both upon your return.

“I don’t see why they’ve decided to throw a party for us.”

“You and Shuna were missed.” Rimuru-sama answered when you, playfully, bemoaned all the ruckus. So much for your peaceful, seaside atmosphere. “It’s been dark days in Rimuru without either of you to brighten them up. I’m sure everyone wants you both to know how much they appreciate you.”

“Flatterer,” you mutter at the humanoid slime, who just smiled at you with that cheeky little grin of his.

Rimuru-sama asked you to speak with him before going to the party. He wanted to get the details of your visit, and treaty with your new allies, down before they got lost in the shuffle. You were happy to oblige. You did wish you could see Benimaru first though. You had missed him so. You’d only got to see each other for a moment upon your return before you were pulled in opposite directions again. It was hard being a power couple.

By the time you and Rimuru-sama were done, it was getting very late.

The party was in full swing. Music, dancing, food and drink, all filled the center courtyard as people gathered to enjoy the festivities without a care. But where was Benimaru?

“[Y/N]!!”

Oh dear….

Benimaru repeated your name a few more times on a loop as he tried to stand. Eventually getting to his feet, even if you have to come over to him to help keep him there. “Ah~! It’s my wife!”

“Yes dear.” You tell him. Trying not to laugh at his hilariously intoxicated state.

“Where have you been?” He questioned with a small pout. His expression made even more adorable by his flushed cheeks. “I was looking everywhere for you.”

“And the last place you looked was at the bottom of a sake bottle?” Benimaru grinned wide at having been caught, but seems to understand, even in his clouded mind, that you were joking. “Rimuru-sama needed me for something, so I was delayed to the party. Honestly. I leave you alone for a few moments and this is what happens.”

“It’s not my fault!!” The ogre whined. The usually regal, serious leader of the Jura forces arguing with you like a child. “The dwarves! It’s the dwarves’ fault! They challenged me to a drinking contest and I couldn’t refuse. My honor was only line!”

“It most certainly was not!” You tell him. Genuinely irritated this time. He should know better than to challenge dwarves to drinking contests. Their stomachs were as bottomless as Rimuru-sama’s when it came to ale. “Come on. Let’s get you back home to sleep it off. The rest of you, this contest is over. By order of Rimuru-sama and his advisory.” The last sober one standing anyway.

“Hehe! That’s my wife! Rimuru-sama and I are so lucky to have such a capable woman in our lives. Have a drink with me to celebrate!”

“What did I just say?!”

It took a little bit more fumbling and dragging on your part, but eventually you pull Benimaru away from the party and back home. Not helped in the least by his stumbling feet, him banging into various walls, and nearly knocking you down every time he tried to lean on you.

“[Y/N], I don’t feel so good.”

“Not surprising. Since you drank a small lake’s worth of sake.”

The ogre grinned again. Squatting down to meet eye level with you with a drunken smile as you tried to get his outer coat off. “It was good though!”

“Most bad decision are at the time my love.”

He fell to his knees at that moment, so fast that you thought they had given out, but you realize it was intentional once he wrapped his arms around your middle and nuzzled the side of his face into your stomach. “Ah~ I love it when you call me ‘my love’. It makes me so happy. I love you so much too!”

You chuckle softly. Both in amusement and a little nervously. It was cute how honest he was being with his feelings, but you were a little concerned with how he was nuzzling his head against you that he might gore you a little with his horns. It hadn’t happened before. But there was a first time for everything.

“Yes, yes. I love you too.” You tell him as you place your hand on his head. Getting him to stop rubbing on you like a cat for a moment. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Ney, [Y/N], let’s make a baby.” Benimaru had turned to look up at you. Eyes glassy and unfocused, with a sort of soft innocents that didn’t really go with this conversation.

You don’t think for a moment he was being serious. Assuming he meant ‘make a baby’ as in ‘having sex’. So your reply was obviously, “I don’t think it would be very honorable for me to take advantage of you in this state.”

“No! Not that! I really wanna have a baby with you!” Apparently, he was serious. His expression shifted from soft, blank innocence to fierce determination (or as much as a drunk person could muster) so fast it made your head spin. And you hadn’t even been drinking.

“Benimaru, surely you can’t mean that. We can’t have a baby right now.”

“Sure we can! I can put a baby in you right now.” His arms untangle from you, but only far enough to start fumbling with the tie of your dress at your hips.

You let out a squeak and give him a good whack on the head. Rimuru-sama called it a ‘karate chop’ when he taught you. It seemed to do the trick as your husband flinched and fell back off of his knees onto his butt. “[Y/N]-chan doesn’t want to have a baby with me…..” Benimaru bemoaned sadly, rubbing his head.

“I…I didn’t say that!” You snap at him. Cheeks pink yourself now, and incredibly flustered. “I just don’t know where this is coming from all of a sudden. You’ve never said you wanted to have children before.”

“Of course, I want to have children with you. You’re my wife and the woman I love. Why wouldn’t I want to have children with you?” He replied, seeming to bounce back from being sad fairly quickly. How was he not getting a headache from all these sudden emotional shifts?

Taken aback by his soft words, you don’t say anything at first and Benimaru got back up on his knees to re-wrap his arms around you. “I want us to have strong sons to carry on my name. Girls too. I wanna have daughters as pretty as their mother. I wanna have enough kids to start a little ogre army. I wanna watch your belly swell as they grow inside you. Hold you while you carry my child.” You feel his lips press to your stomach near your navel. Clearly already picturing you ripe with child. “We can rebuild the ogre tribe that was taken from us. We can have a family.”

“I’m not giving you a village or a small army Benimaru.” You don’t have the heart to correct him on the ogre tribe being taken you. It had been taken from him, not ‘us’. A fact that you know still weighed heavy on his heart. He’d accomplished so much. Protected so many now. But his failure in his early life still haunted him. You or no one can give that back to him. “But…I wouldn’t mind starting a family.” A boy and a girl, with your eyes and his flaming red hair, would be nice.

The ogre looked up at you and beamed. He practically jumped to his feet and leaned in to kiss you. “Ah, ah! Not now! When you’re sober.” You tell him with your hand against his lips.

Benimaru pouted for a second before he grinned and nipped at your fingertips foolishly at his lips. “There’s no harm in practicing now.”

“You’re drunk.” You remind him.

“Not as much as I was a little bit a go.” An outright lie. “Besides, as Rimuru-sama says ‘practice makes perfect’.”

“I repeat: you are drunk.” You say again. Bating his clinging hands away from your form. “Besides, besides, I don’t think you could even preform in this state with how much sake you drank.”

“You question my virility at your own peril woman.” Benimaru ‘warned’ and you karate chop him on the head again. Lighter, this time. More to stop that train of thought than stop him in his tracks.

“Keep it up and I’ll be sleeping in Shuna’s room for the night, and you’ll be sleeping in the barracks for the rest of the week.” The terrifying flame lord looked mortified with his mouth ajar, before shook his head and beg you to let him stay. “Can you behave now and go to bed amicably with your hands to yourself?” He nodded furiously. Just seeming happy to be allowed to stay.

You both get into bed and Benimaru shyly asked if he could at least hold you. He said he agreed to keep his hands to himself, but didn’t know what that all meant, and he missed you with you so far away. So far away being: the other side of the bed. You scoff once and shook your head before you curl into him. Resting your head against his chest.

Your husband seemed to immediately relax and fall asleep when your head touched him. His breathing even under your ear as your ‘pillow’ rose & fell. You lay awake for a little while longer. Thinking about your conversation. You have to wonder if he was serious. But, then again, he seemed serious enough. And as they say, in wine there is truth. There was a possibility though that the ‘liquid courage’ had also made him more ready for children than he really was.

Your hand trailed away from Benimaru’s chest to your own stomach. You picture a bump there. The start of your child flourishing inside you. Your husband’s face, soft with adoration, as it pressed against your stomach to listen to their heart beat when it had grown and was almost ready to be born. The thought made your own expression glow in adoration. Maybe it was time for you both to start considering the future.

“Goodnight….Daddy.” You whisper to Benimaru, who only grumbles in his unconscious state back when you kiss him. “You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”

[shokobuns]

something sweet

maybe having someone to help you out in the stockroom wasn't so bad after all.

PAIRING: itadori yuuji x reader

GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: almost stabbed, mentions of sharp things (boxcutters and broken glass), making out

it’s not like you had a problem with the same menial tasks everyday.

in fact, you would even say that it was a fun way to spend your free period. it was better than doing some complicated assignment or even having to talk to people with your lack of sleep and patience. coffee never allowed for a proper nap no matter how exhausted you were and your teacher wouldn’t allow that anyways.

it was an easy job that you could do with minimal help. all you had to do was put the beakers away, clean up the floor once in awhile, maybe pop some bubble wrap when new packages arrived. being alone in the stockroom was nice because you were able to turn on some music on your headphones, do whatever dances you felt like doing as long as you were still doing your job. no help was needed or wanted.

“where should i put this?”

you jump, nearly stabbing the blonde haired boy behind you with a boxcutter. luckily, he was quick, jumping backwards with a yelp as you took a deep breath in to process the situation. you didn’t accidentally hurt the boy in front of you, did you? your face falls and the initial rush of fear turns into guilt. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know you were there!”

“it’s okay,’ he responds with a smile, unphased by the fact his shirt had almost been slashed, ‘i understand. you’re probably here alone most of the time, right?”

“yeah, i wasn’t expecting for anyone else to be here,” you sigh before realizing what he had probably walked in on before the whole ordeal, “wait.. did you see me doing anything?”

“you’re a pretty good dancer if that’s what you’re asking.”

embarrassment. your cheeks feel unbelievably hot and your stomach turns while embarrassment settles in your body. this period was your alone time, your chance to flail about and having someone else witness it? definitely not preferable. although, he does seem nice and he hasn’t made fun of you. not yet, at least.

his voice brings you out of your train of thought. “so, where should i put that thing?”

he carries on as if nothing happened. thank god. “the flask goes in that cabinet, bottom shelf. you’ll see more just like it.” you reply, pointing to the space.

he mumbles a quick thank you before doing unloading more of the new flasks onto the cabinet. you work on your own, choosing to count the new magnets on the other side of the room, doing your best to avoid him considering you just embarrassed yourself in front of the stranger by nearly injuring him for asking a simple question. though, he looks slightly familiar, he’ll probably be gone tomorrow and that’s all that matters.

behind you, yuji takes small glances while he puts away the flasks, waiting for you to turn around and ask for his name. hell, he’s waiting for any type of question. after all, who sees a random boy in their work space and doesn’t question it at all?

when the next day comes, you’re proven wrong because he sits in the chair, awaiting another order from you. you curse under your breath before putting on a faux smile. “do you need help with anything?”

“do you need help with anything?”

“no, thanks. i’m good on my own. you can go back to whatever you do in this period.”

he scratches his head, eyebrows furrowing together. “i thought you needed help. that’s what my math teacher told me when he sent me here.”

“not really? i can usually get a lot done on my own. who told you i needed help?”

“gojo. i’m his teacher assistant, but i don’t know how to do the math he’s teaching, so i can’t really help anyone.” he explains

“oh, yeah! i had him for calculus last semester,” your eyes light up at the mention of your favorite white haired mentor, “weird guy. good teacher.”

wait. gojo’s teacher assistant?

you’ve heard your friends talk about him, given that they were in that exact class the blonde haired boy was supposed to be in right now. the one guy that pe teachers fawn over and coaches try to recruit? why did they put him in the math department instead of pe? what’s his name again? yuki? yugi?

“you’re yuji itadori?”

“yuji itadori.” he confirms and you’re relieved. good thing you didn’t mess up his name.

no wonder he looked familiar. miwa was fascinated by his physical ability, you distinctly remember her pointing him out during lunch and telling you about how he was ‘scarily fast’ and could probably ‘lift ten of her at a time.’ although, it was from far away and he was partially blocked by a girl with short brown hair and megumi, the intimidating spikey haired quiet boy in some of your classes.

but yuji didn’t look like someone who could lift ten miwas up close. maybe he was hiding behind the oversized hoodie he wore, but he was a kind looking boy with wide eyes and messy tufts of strawberry blonde hair. throughout the short time you’ve seen him up close, he always had a slight smile on his resting face. in short, he looked approachable and was seemingly friendly.

“so, do you need help with anything?” he asks again and you decide that maybe he can be of use to you. especially if he has the strength that miwa had described.

“actually, yeah. can you lift those boxes over there and bring them to the other side of the room? they’re kind of heavy-”

she was correct because he lifts the box, which is supposedly about thirty kilograms according to your teacher, with ease. now, you don’t have to constantly go back and forth around the room just to put the packaged metal away in a farther cabinet and he can probably just put them away himself, too. it goes that way for the next hour and a half, both of you staying in your respective sides of the room, putting away your own respective items.

“thanks, itadori.”

“call me yuji.”

“will do.”

over the next two weeks, you two don’t talk as much as yuji had hoped.

he still remembers gojo’s words of encouragement, his push to get his favorite student to talk to the person who drops off notes to the teacher across the hallway from time to time. he’s never talked to you and he doubts you would even know that he existed in the first place. in fact, he was perfectly content with just stapling the papers that gojo would give him, maybe getting his own homework done in the period, but he was insistent.

“i’ve seen you staring outside the window whenever they pass by, yuji. just talk to them.”

“it’s okay.’

“no it’s not. get to know her. what if they’re nice? hmmmmm?”

“i’ll talk to her myself at some point.”

that was all it took for gojo to leave him alone, not that he didn’t like gojo or anything, especially with gojo being his second favorite teacher in the first place, but he’s content with his little crush. and again, he doubted that you would remember him in your history class and from the looks of it, he was right.

he just didn’t expect to be sent at the very stockroom that you would be in. for the rest of the semester. gojo had definitely set him up for something.

yuji was in that conflicting position in which he didn’t know whether to start a conversation or not because he didn’t want to bother you. but he also wanted to get to know you up close. of course he can sense your exhaustion himself through droopy eyelids that threaten to close and your dependence on caffeine, something he had learned about you so far in these few weeks. the only thing, it seems like.

as for you, a short talk with your science teacher confirmed that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon and though you will miss dancing around the stockroom by yourself, he wasn’t bad company. he mostly kept to himself, often being more rigid when you barely spared him a glance. at the times you would speak to him, he seemed more excitable and easygoing, listening to every word you say.

“yuji?”

“hmm?”

“come help me by unboxing these beakers, alright?” you patted the spot next to you before sliding the blade down the tape, “don’t worry. i’m not gonna stab you.”

“i guess i’ll help,” he snorts, “don’t you usually do these by yourself?”

“yeah, but since you’re spending the semester with me in here, we might as well get to know each other right?”

the whirring of the fan, the sound of your voice — it all seemed to fade into the background as his heart thumped hard in his chest. a million thoughts, both good and bad, race through his head as he formulated different questions, answers, and scenarios in his mind, all of them being a jumble of fantasy and panic.

you wave a hand in front of his face in an attempt to catch his attention. he seemed completely frozen, staring at you with dead eyes and it’s now that you realize you haven’t seen him up this close. honey brown eyes, the soft curve of his nose, and were those crinkles under his eyes, too? up until now, you only knew him as the ‘athletic man who was bad at math’, but he was also undeniably beautiful with his carved face and strawberry blonde hair.

“yuuuuuuuji?”

“oh! i’m sorry! did you say you wanted to get to know me?”

“yeah, we’re kind of stuck in this room everyday for an hour and a half together. i might as well find out what your favorite color is or something.”

“red! my turn! what were you listening to when you almost stabbed me?”

“hey! it was an accident!” he giggles, slicing the tape seal down the middle and opening up the package and pointing right at it. “you see that? that could have been me. i should at least know what i’m being stabbed to.”

“meg thee stallion..”

“nevermind. she’s beautiful and i wouldn’t mind dying to her music.”

you snort, thinking up another question. maybe you should ask him about why that megumi guy was so gloomy? nope, might get too personal. what about the reason he’s here? nope, you already know.

“why don’t you do any sports even though you’re literally physically gifted?” you ask curiously. there’s still a smile on his face, but his expression becomes more wistful. you didn’t accidentally hit a spot, did you?

“my grandpa is in the hospital,” oh shit, you think, “i visit him everyday and if i was on a team, i would have to go to practice at the same time.”

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hit a sensitive topic, but that’s sweet of you.’

“i don’t mind. and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“no, it’s alright. let’s just keep asking questions then, okay?”

he nods.

in one hour, you learn that yuji itadori also likes karaoke, rice bowls, and that he’s just as bad at science than math. ironic. and yuji enjoys getting to know more about you, falling into easy conversation, becoming less of a nervous wreck. the more you speak, the deeper he falls into the trance and he silently thanks gojo for letting him get a closer look because you’re even better than what he could have imagined.

but the period is coming to an end and it’s time for him to carry off the last box of beakers to his side of the room. at least there’s time for another question and it’s his turn to ask.

“what’s your type?”

you place your fingers on your chin as you think for a moment, finding a common trait in every crush for a proper answer.

“i guess my type would be sweet boys. with pretty faces, like you, i guess.”

the response is nonchalant and you don’t think twice about it. maybe you were a little too tired to process how he’d interpret it or maybe a little too tired to filter yourself, but it slips out of your mouth like butter and you’re completely unphased. shameless, even.

meanwhile, the box drops to the ground and like before, every other noise besides his own heartbeat fades into the background, even the sound of shattering glass. heat creeps of his neck into his cheeks until his face is burning, his feet stuck in their place and his palms becoming uncomfortably sweaty. his mouth is wide open, but no words come out.

“yuji! we need to clean this, hurry up!”

your voice brings him out of his thoughts as he realizes what’s been done and immediately snaps back to carefully, but quickly, picking up the shards of glass and placing them in this box. “i-i’m sorry!”

“don’t worry. just leave the box on the counter and we’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

maybe you didn’t quite realize what you had said or what effect you had on him during that time in the stockroom because you continue everyday as if nothing happened.

it’s been, what? a little over a three weeks? and sitting next to you still causes his mind to go to odd places, ones with you. he starts to notice little things about you, too. how your tongue peaks out of your mouth when you’re peeling another sheet of bubble wrap off of some glassware, how you only count in even numbers when you take inventory of the containers.

god, you were adorable.

“yuji?”

“yeah?”

“did gojo ever tell you that there’s no cameras in here?”

“no? i thought they had security cameras everywhere.”

“that’s only hallways and classrooms. there’s none of them here. do you know what that means?”

“what?”

his head is already turned in your direction, the perfect opportunity to lean in and catch his lips. it’s small and he’s hesitant at first, but before you know it, your hands tangle in his hair, bringing him closer to you. he tastes like something sweet, like cherries, and his lips are warm. one hand rests on your cheek, his thumb brushing against it endearingly. when he pulls away, both of you are panting for air, the packages long forgotten.

“this sounds bad, but i’m glad that you’re terrible at math.”

“thanks.” he laughs and admires the look of your heated cheeks and swollen lips before pulling you back in for another searing kiss.

sure. being in that room by yourself could be fun, a perfect break with menial tasks lacking human interaction. you were far too tired to be patient with other people. but there was an exception.

© this is a work of @crybabygumi, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, or repost.

[amesstm]

I’ll Carry You

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Word Count: 1376

A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while, my ADHD said “Hey, let’s hyperfocus on something that is not writing fanfiction.” So, we’ll see when I have a phase of writing fanfiction more consistently lol

First part: https://amesstm.tumblr.com/post/647216128109723648/nose-bleeds-part-1

Ushijima didn’t know what to do when you asked, “Is this heaven?” So, he did what he thought was best.

“No, this is Shiratorizawa Academy,” he replied with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Did he really hit you that hard?

You chuckled, but winced from the pain. “I know, Ushijima.”

Not paying too much attention to whatever joke went over his head, Ushijima silently folded up his shirt to put over your nose. The scent of mint and sweat overwhelmed your senses. Ushijima was simple, so of course he would smell like mint. Minus the blood pouring out of your nose, you could get used to this smell.

He lifted you up from the ground, but then you stumbled. A strong hand clutched onto your waist, trying to steady you. But then you almost fell forward. “I can walk just fine.”

“I’ll carry you.” Ushijima stated as a fact, leaving no room for argument.

His arms lifted you with ease. You pouted, annoyed that this was becoming a common occurrence now. He softly chuckled under his breath from looking at you. When he stepped out of the gym, everyone stared at the spectacle.

Why in the world was Ushijima shirtless? Why was he carrying the girls’ team’s libero? Why was she clutching onto his shirt for dear life? You were sure those were the questions swarming your peers’ mind. Surely, the fangirls would’ve loved this indirect fan service.

A protest was about to erupt from you, but then you looked up. His jawline was on full view. Could that cut you just from one touch? Possibly. Okay, maybe you can get used to this view. So, you stayed silent.

“Why are you staring at me?” Ushijima asked, starting to blush now.

You squirmed a bit when his eyes looked at you. Something about his eyes were so piercing yet so gentle all at once. “I’ve just never seen you up close.”

“That’s because you always run away from me.” Again, he was just stating a simple fact. Yet, there was a twinge of hurt in his voice. Ushijima was a paradox in one living body. You made a mental note to know every side of him.

Whatever fright you had dissipated into guilt. Thoughts that you should’ve tried harder to get to know him – no, truly know him – flooded your mind. Was he always so soft despite being so rough? Did he hurt on the outside despite looking stone-faced?

Your eyes softened, “Sorry about that.”

He didn’t reply. Perhaps he accepted your apology, or he didn’t want to pry. Once you were at the nurse’s office, she looked shocked to see the spectacle; a crowd had formed with people taking pictures. No doubt, those pictures would end up on gossip blogs or shared between friends.

The nurse instructed Ushijima to lay you onto a bed inside a room. “You’re free to leave if you have something else, Ushijima.”

“No, I did this. So, I’ll stay,” Ushijima replied to the older lady.

After undergoing an examination and interview, you were allowed to rest. Ushijima refused to leave your side, sitting in a chair near the bed. The regular-sized chair looked so small underneath Ushijima’s huge body that you could laugh, but you knew that he wouldn’t appreciate it. His mouth formed a small frown, with eyes distantly looking at the floor.

You softly spoke up, “Hey, it’s fine, Ushijima. You really don’t have to stay here.”

“I’m staying,” he replied. You waited a second, but he didn’t go further.

You frowned looking at him. He only really looked like this when his opponents got a few points ahead of him. Speaking of his team, an idea popped into your head that would make Tendo proud. You hummed, “Okay, then I guess you owe me a favor.”

He turned from his stare-down with the floor to gaze at you. You continued, “For as long as I’m showing symptoms, you should help me. We have plenty of classes together, anyways.”

“I would help you even if you don’t have a concussion,” Ushijima declared in a low tone. Your eyes widened slightly.

The door swung open, with the nurse not looking pleased. “I’m sorry to say but you have a concussion.”

After the news, Ushijima helped you back to your dorm. Apparently, you weren’t supposed to strain your brain too much with sports or too much thinking. Yet here you were – overthinking the fact that you couldn’t practice with your team like usual. The sounds of the volleyball would be too much to even sit in to watch.

As you walked to your dorm, the other students stared at you and Ushijima walking together. The sunglasses were a dead giveaway that you had a concussion from earlier. Now, the students understood why Ushijima carried you to the nurse, shirtless and all. Unfortunately, he was given a shirt by the nurse.

Going up the stairs made you feel nauseous, so you reached for Ushijima’s hand by accident. You stopped walking, so he stopped, too. His olive eyes grew a color of worry as he looked down on you. His warm hand literally swallowed yours whole, forming a secure fist. He hummed, with an inflection of confusion. After collecting yourself, you managed to mutter, “O-oh, sorry, just going upstairs makes me feel sick.”

“I can carry you tomorrow if you want.”

“Paron?” A sting spiked your brain. Yep, definitely shouldn’t think too much about what was going on around you.

“I’ll take care of you,” he reiterated. You simply nodded your head. It was useless trying to argue with him, especially since it was your idea in the first place.

Against your wishes, a blush formed on your cheeks. “I better see you tomorrow then.”

Ushijima stopped in front of your dorm room, avoiding the whispers and stares from the other girls like he always does. He seemed pleased that you were finally showing your confident side to him. For the longest time, he only saw that side of you when you were around Tendo. Now, he was able to experience it firsthand.

Was this a smile? As soon as you thought that, you felt another string. You cringed and clutched your head. Of course, this would happen when you had a concussion.

“Don’t forget to take your medicine and rest,” Ushijima advised, holding out the medication bag towards you.

You smiled, “Thank you.”

Luckily for Ushijima, the sunglasses made it hard to tell that he was blushing.

“Goodbye, Ushijima.” As customary, Ushijima nodded his farewell.

~

Tendo called you in the evening, making you cringe when you heard how loud your ringer was. Your roommate Yuki went out to the cafeteria, promising to get you food, as well. Thank goodness she wasn’t here to listen in on Tendo ripping you a new one.

“How could you get a concussion?” Tendo cried. You put a bit of distance between you and your phone when you heard him about to start ranting. Tendo acted like an older brother, so of course he would start to scold you.

“Thank you, Tendo. It’s like I wanted a concussion,” you responded sarcastically.

“Did you?” You heard a deep voice that could only belong to one person.

“Tendo, am I on speaker?” You asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

There was a pause on the other end. “Maybe.”

You could envision the evil grin plastered on Tendo’s face. You sighed, “Well, Ushijima is making it up to me until my symptoms disappear.”

“Oh?” Tendo said. You hated when he got this way. Even after being friends for a few years, you couldn’t tell what went on in his head sometimes. “Ushijima failed to mention this to me.”

“Now you know,” Ushijima replied.

Tendo whined, “It would’ve been better to hear it from my own roommate first!”

“What happens between Y/N and I will stay between us.”

You blushed, secretly enjoying what he was insinuating. Then you remembered. “By the way, Ushijima... I will be leaving to meet up with my cousin after school tomorrow. So, you won’t need to help me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to be hounded by him.”

“Okay, now back to me-” Tendo said before he started rambling about his day.

A/N: Any guesses on who the cousin is? 👀

[cuddlesslut]

Part Six: Promises

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

A/N: Soooo at long last the reunion! So many emotions! I’m so stuck on who to root for!

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive content

Part Five: Friends

Part Seven: Regrets

You eyes opened to the sun peering through the curtain shining straight right into your face. You moved your hands to block the sun easeing the strain it caused on your eyes. You were groggy, and you back felt stiff. This definitely wasn’t your bed. You surveyed the area finally remembering, that’s right I’m at Suna’s house. You let out a yawn wiping the sleep from your eyes. That when you felt him move next to you. Yesterday the boys had come back from their loss at nationals. While they made the trip back you spent the whole day getting everything ready for your boyfriend’s return. You wanted to make him feel better so you went to the market that morning and spent your day making homemade sashimi with Fatty Tuna and some Onigiri with the left overs for you ,Tsumu and his twin. Although when he finally arrived home and saw you sitting on his door step he wasn’t very receptive.

“Hey there baby,” you gave him a quiet smile, you know he can’t be feeling to hot right now. You ignored the hurt you felt when he rolled his eyes at you.

“What are you doing here YN?” He sighed there was a slight annoyance to his tone. Again you brushed it to the side.

“I wanted to come be here for you, oh and I brought some food for you and Samu,” you presented the bag containing all of the goodies you had made for them.

Osamu’s eyes lit up at the word food quickly grabbing the bag out your hands “ohhh hell yeah I’m starving, mmmh thanks YN,” he said trying to stuff an Onigiri in his mouth before entering the Miya household. You laughed at his antics before turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

Atsumu stood there in front of you with a look of exhaustion etched on his face. “I was thinking maybe we could spend the evening together, maybe watch a movie, or just cuddle or really whatever you want,” you explained not sure what would be the best in this situation you weren’t used to having to comfort him after a loss.

He frowned “what I want is to be left alone I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”

You scoffed “ deal with me!” You questioned back suprised by his attitude.

“Yeah YN I really dont feel like putting up with your clinginess right now it’s annoying,” he huffed.

Your jaw dropped he had never spoke to you that way before. “Wow Okay Atsumu, I knew you were gunna be upset but that doesn’t mean you get to be a dick to me! Enjoy the food I’m going to leave it’s obvious I’m not wanted here,” you stated not standing to be talked like that.

You didn’t stick around to hear his response, you both needed to calm down at this point. You made your way down the street still fuming and ranting in your head “how dare he!” You thought! Ughhh you needed to calm down. You already knew the destination you were heading for. You had planned to save some of the snacks you had made and bring some home to Suna on your way home tonight. But now all the food was with Atsumu. You could feel your stomach growl. You let out a frustrated sigh stuspid Tsumu that was you meal too. You decide to stop at convenience store loading up on all of yours and the middle blockers favorite snacks.

And that’s how you ended up where you are now. Laying down on his couch covered in his comforter with your best friends face snuggled up into your stomach. You giggled he looked adorable. Part of you really wanted snap a photo for proof. Suna was never the most affectionate when it came to anyone really, so to see him holding your waist close was so sweet. He looked so peaceful. You were so thankful for him. When you showed up at his door yesterday you were supposed to cheer him up but it seems it was more likely the other way around. Lost in thought you start running your fingers through his hair as he laid sleeping on your abdomen. He was always there for you and always put your feeling into account with anything you did together. He paid attention to the little details ,like how he had remembered yesterday that milk bread was your favorite, but he did that all the time always so analytical with everything. So you don’t think to much of it. It’s hard to stop yourself and if anyone EVER asked you , you would lie. But for a moment you imagined what it would be like if you were dating the withdrawn boy. You were quick to dismiss that idea though. It was wrong you love Atsumu you knew that and plus he was you best friend. Hell he was one of your boyfriends closest friends. Your smile dropped a little thinking about the setter. That’s right your boyfriend, that is if that what he still was. You weren’t mad anymore a little hurt yes but all the anger had disapatted. You understood he wasn’t in the best place and you weren’t going to let one fight break you up. But you couldn’t speak for him. Were you really that clingy? Did you annoy him that much? Did he still want to be with you? These intrusive thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. Huh speak of the devil.

Tsumu 💕 : hey babe.

Tsumu 💕: I know ur probably pissed u should be.

Tsumu 💕 : I’m so so sorry for being an ass yesterday. I was just so mad at myself for not doing enough at the match, but that doesn’t matter it was no excuse for how I treated you. I get it if you don’t want to deal with me anymore but I just want you to know you're not annoying I didn’t mean any of the shit I said I was just angry and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I promise it’ll never happen again please give me another chance I love you YN 🥺💕

You let out a sigh of relief. Looking back down at the boy laying next to you. He really was quite handsome, and so caring. He's going to make someone so happy one day.

You’re not sure what brought that memory into your head at this moment but you push it to the side as Suna approached you. He looked like a man on a mission weaving threw the bar patrons. It was like if he didn’t reach you in time you’d disappear. You found your heart beating faster as we neared you. Soon enough he was standing in front of you with a look of disbelief etched on his normally stoic face.

You were nervous what should you say. What if he’s angry with you. You didn’t get much time to worry because as soon as the middle blocker confirmed you weren't a figment of his imagination he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapping around you securely. You quickly melt into his embrace a sense of familiarity swarming over you.

“Where the hell have you been dumbass,” he choked out before quickly pulling his emotions back in. You laughed into his chest at his nickname for you.

“Sorry Suna I just had to leave I couldn’t be around him anymore,” you choked out. You removed yourself from his grasp moving back to your seat at the bar. You motioned for him to join you. You took a large gulp needing to calm your nerves.

“Look don’t apologize, you were going through a lot , hell I don’t know how I would react if I found out the person I loved was cheating on me for two years, I might committed murder,” he lets out a nervous laugh. Your brain freezes two years.... two years your mind just keeps repeating like it just can’t possibly process that information. You face drops, you turn to the bartender “ another shot of tequila please, uh make that a double,” lord knows you need it.

Suna looks at you eyes wide you had never been much of a drinker before ,at least not hard liquor, the most you ever drank were a glass or two of wine. So to see you finish off your mixed drink then proceed to down a double shot of tequila was a sight.

Your mind was swimming. As you paid out the bartender leaving a nice tip for the speedy service your mind ran in circles around the new information. You knew he had cheated on you for the eight months with Yuki and part of you figured it wasn’t the first time but TWO DAMN YEARS! You want to scream and break something like he couldn’t betray you anymore then Suna has to go tell you it was for hell of a lot longer than you had figured. You froze you brain caught on to one detail. Suna knew it was for two years and you didn’t. Did he know the whole damn time! Your brain couldn’t think rationally. You need to get out of here. It was to much the music was too loud, the place was to crowded, you felt like you couldn’t breath. You gave him a look of disgust before turning and walking away ready to leave this place.

Suna was shocked all of the sudden you looked at him your face full of pain. Before he could realize what was happening you were slipping through the crowd. Oh no he panics he just found you he couldn't let you slip away that easy. He wanted to know why you dropped him. He needed to know if he meant that little to you. So he started running after you calling your name. Luck was on his side tonight. Although you had been able to make it out the club and partially down the block he was able to catch you.

“YN wait , where are you going,” he asked desperately reaching for your wrist to stop you. You snatched your arm away from him angry.

“I’m going home Suna leave me alone,” you shout over you shoulder heading towards your apartment luckily it wasn’t too far. Although you could feel the alcohol start to settle in you knew you could still navigate your way home.

“ stop YN talk to me,” you ignored him and kept walking he let out a groan of frustration and started following you. It not like he had just downed two shots but he had plenty of drinks before he had found you. He was not expecting to have to go for a walk.

You look over your shoulder noticing he was following you. “Ughh leave me alone Suna,” you yell back to him, “stop following me!”

“Too bad I am walking with you till get home, I just watched you put back a lot of alcohol I know you can’t be sober so there is no way I’m letting you go by yourself! I’m walking with you I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” You sighed knowing there was no changing his mind. You looked forward continuing your trek home.

After that last outburst the rest of the walk was silent. Your mind was clouded. You wanted to cry so badly how could Suna act like he cared about you if he helped hide Atsumus betrayal from you. Maybe you were right maybe the friendship was a lie, maybe the connection was one sided. You could feel a swell of emotions in your chest. You denied it for long but you missed Suna. You missed your late night calls, you missed getting coffee , you missed forcing him to watch the newest episode of whatever anime you were watching, you missed hearing all about his games and being one of his number one fans, you missed sending memes, but most of all you missed how much he always seemed to be there when you needed him. But what if that was all just an act. What if ir was just a distraction from all the lies in your life. Before you knew it you were standing at you front door. You could feel his presence behind you unmoving.

“Goodbye Suna,” you huffed opening your door.

“STOP! YN please!” His voice broke. “Please don’t shut me out again! Talk to me!” You refused look back but if you did you’d see tears welling in his eyes holding on with all might trying not to spill over his heated cheeks. You looked at the entrance of your home every fiber in your body screaming at you to comfort him to reach out and hold him close, but you were so scared. So afraid to learn the truth.

“If our friendship ever meant anything to you please talk to me.” He voice so quiet like he was terrified of your response. You moved forward opening the door and stepping through the threshold. You could hear his sharp intake of air you could feel the pain radiating from him. You turned to him seeing Suna broken in a way you had never seen before. Not when he lost nationals, not when he lost his pet, not with any of his break ups. Your heart shattered at the sight. You looked into his eyes before opening you door wider for him to enter. You could see the relief rack through his body. Slowly as though he was unsure you’d change your mind at the last minute he stepped into your apartment. He tentatively took off his shoes before looking around your home studying every detail. You walk past him taking a seat on your couch you look down at the ground in front of you. You can feel the couch seat next to you shift under his weight his long legs entering your vision as you kept from looking up. You both sat in an uncomfortable silence both unsure were to start.

“So this is we’re you been all this time,” he let out a small laugh at the irony, “all that time I spent looking for you and here you were less then ten minutes away from me.”

Your face scrunched “ why would you look for me,” you asked letting your insecurities get the best of you.

He looked at you like you had just asked him if the sky was blue because to him that had to be stupidest question he had ever heard. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare you body now facing him. You head throbbing from the cluster of emotions and from the alcohol coursing throughout your body. You were sorta thankful for your inebriated state. You doubted you’d have the small amount of courage you have now with out it. Your attention turned back to the male sitting beside you.

“Because I care about you dumbass.”

“Oh really! Yeah it sure seemed like that! Two years he cheated on me for TWO YEARS!,” you started to feel heated the walls you had built around your emotions bursting at the seems. “ that’s news to me although at this point I’m not all that surprised, but still I was only aware that he had been cheating on me for eight months! So I just find it strange that you know it was for two years! Tell me Suna did you know the whole time and just let me sit there ignorant to his betrayal! I know you are his friend and that you’ve known him longer but still I thought our friendship meant something!” You aren’t sure when it started but tears were spilling down your cheeks. You looked into his eyes and saw pain. He was hurt that you thought he’d ever choose anyone over you.

He takes a deep breath steadying himself “I’m going to explain everything and I need you to please just listen to me,” he sighs looking to you for your response. You gave a small nod . He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He rubs his hands over his face trying his best to calm his nerves.

“It was two weeks after your birthday,” he begins. “You weren’t answering your phone, it was so unusual for you to ignore me for that long no matter how busy you were you’d always call me and check up, so when I got no response I got scared you were angry with me ,so when I was meeting up with Osamu and he said he hadn’t heard from you either and that Atsumu wasn’t answering his phone neither we decided to stop by.” His face twitched with aggravation. “You can imagine our surprise to find the place a mess and Atsumu just sitting there in self pity. It became apparent that you weren’t there. When he said you left him Samu and I were shocked there was no way you’d just leave so we both knew something had to happen.” You could see Suna’s jaw clench and fist ball up grabbing at his pants. “When he finally broke and told us he cheated on you and you had caught him he came clean about the two years. I couldn’t hear anymore of his bullshit so I punched him and left.” Your eyes went wide. He punched him. “Osamu had to come outside and calm me down, I was so worried no one knew where you were and that ass was just sitting there feeling bad for himself!” He seethed. You placed your hand on his arm trying to calm him. It must have done the trick. He took a deep breath before looking straight into your eyes. “I honestly thought you knew how long, I didn’t know I promise you that,” he picked up your free hand holding it in his. “You should know I’d never choose him or anyone for that matter over you.”

Your heart felt like it stopped in that moment. “Why would you say that,” you asked breathless.

He let out a chuckle he brought his hand up to caress your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your cheek firmly into his palm. You heart started to quicken. There was a look in the middle blockers eyes that you had never noticed before although it looked so familiar like this was how he always looked at you and you were just to blind to notice. “I thought it would have been obvious by now,” you didn’t notice how close you had both become. His face was merely an inch or two away from yours. His eyes glanced down to your lips, you copy the motion. You can feel your cheeks heat. “ I’m in love with you,” he states his breath hiting you face. Before you knew it his lips were connected to yours.

You didn’t pull back enjoying the feeling of his lips. He snaked his hand behind your head holding the back of your neck securely. The kiss was slow but so full of passion. You felt a light lick of his tongue as he requested to deepen the kiss. You gladly obliged opening your mouth to his exploration. You snaked your hands into his hair adjusting your body to his. Slowly he leaned you back on the couch capturing you underneath him. He slid he’s free hand down grabbing ahold of your hip as your tongue danced together sensually. He gave a light squeez to your hip. Your lips disconnected as your head fell back while you let out a soft moan. He seized this opportunity to place delicate kisses under your jaw and down your neck before latching on to your neck. You legs spread allowing him closer access to you. The hand at you hip gently crept up your shirt before giving a tender clutch to your breast.

“Suna!” You mewled.

He gave a soft nip at your neck “say my name love,” he requested his voice heavy with want. He tweaked your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

“Ahh Rintarou,” you moaned. Your fingers gripping at the black strands of his hair your back arching up into his touch.

You could feel him smile into your neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of hearing that,” he recapture your lips into a searing kiss as he rolled his hips into yours bringing another whimper forth. You were lost in the feeling of his presence. It was so calming and warm. You felt so comfortable in his arms like this was something you had done a thousand times. Your want for oxygen is sacrificed for the feeling of him pressed into your body. This was different than anything else. It was like he was trying to pour all of his love into this moment. Everything moving slowly as though he wanted to take his time with you. Nothing was hurried or fueled by lust. It was so unlike anything you experienced with Atsumu, or with .....

“Stop,” you breathed disconnecting your lips sitting up trying to create some distance between your bodies. He moved back worried. Cautious of his next move not wanting to scare you away.

“I’m sorry did I hurt you? did I move to fast? I’m sorry YN,” he stammered out.

“Shh Rin, it’s okay you didn’t do anything wrong it’s me,” he gave a small smile loving hearing you call him by his given name. That smile was quickly replaced with a questioning look.

You calmed yourself trying to figure out how to explain your situation. “Rin I can’t do this right now it’s not okay.... there’s someone,” his face dropped.

“Your dating someone,” you could see the fear on his face.

“Well no we’re not dating... it complicated.”

He could start to figure out what you were referring to, he’s not naive. But still he wanted to allow you to explain it.

“Ah this is kind of embarrassing ugh,” you hid your face in your hands.

“It’s okay YN you can tell me anything,” he looked at you reassuring, he needed to know the truth about the situation. He could only hope it wasn’t to serious.

“Well ,” you took a deep breath “ there’s this guy, he’s my friend,” you add “ he and I are uhh well we sleep together, it’s been going on for two months now,” you search his face for any judgment yet you find none. You continue “ I just don’t feel right continuing with what we were doing.”

He shook his head while he searched for his next words. “So you aren’t dating but you don’t feel right being with someone else,” he questions.

“I won’t lie to Rin it’s complicated, I’m fairly certain I was falling for him, but there’s just so much going on and now this with you it’s a lot.” You give him a small smile. “I’m not sure we’re my head is at. I don’t want to make any mistakes that could ruin everything with you and how we move forward, I also have a lot to think about.”

“I understand that but I hope you understand why I’m hesitant, I’m afraid you’ll drop me again and you’ll be gone from me again,” he looked up at you. “I need to know YN, please tell me why did you cut me out of your life?”

You sighed grabbing his hands holding then tightly in your own. “Rin it was so hard, when he betrayed me it felt as though I’d lost the place I called home, like everything I knew was a lie, it terrified me at the idea that everything was a lie, even us, I don’t think I’d survived if I found out that what we have was nothing. So it was easier to push you and everyone else away, I was scared. I also couldn’t stand the idea of Atsumu being in any part of my life, and I still don’t that’s why I’m still so nervous letting you back in, I’m still not ready to face him.”

“I would cut him completely out of my life for you YN, anything you ask and I do it! You could ask for the moon and I’d find a way.” A soft giggle left your lips at his proclamation.

“I could never ask that of you, that’d include Osamu and he’s your closest friend, I couldn’t do that. And I’m not asking you to cut anyone out.... I just need some time,please understand that. These feeling I have for you are so strong but I want to sort them out before we move forward.” You looked him directly in the eyes. “I promise you Rin I will not drop you again, I don’t want you out of my life.” He nodded.

“Okay, I understand and I’ll give you time, but you have to give me your new number,” he smiled at you. You laughed smiling up at him. God how he missed that smile. You traded numbers, before you walked him to the door.

“Goodnight Rin,” you smiled.

“Goodnight love,” he replied leaning down stealing one more kiss. You looked up at him surprised. “What I promised I’d give you time, I never said I wasn’t going to prove to you in that time just how much I love you,” he grinned that sly smile before slipping out your door. Just like earlier that day you slid down your door sitting on the floor letiting out a sigh, except now you had a multitude of new problems. But right now all you could think of was sleep. You were exhausted.

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can I request headcanons of spring troupe (or any troupe) with an idol!s/o? thanks in advance!

Ooh! This should be interesting and kinda difficult, since Japanese idol culture when it comes to love life is kinda... y'know (´∀｀；)

I'll write headcanons for spring troupe for now! Spring Troupe with an idol!s/o! I'm more confident and comfortable on doing female idol since I used to be a Wota (an extreme one, if I'm being honest 💦), so reader will use feminine pronouns, sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. Feel free to request other troupes if you like this one. Have a nice day! 🌻

Sakuya

- Before you two date each other, you were already a fan of Mankai. You accidentally saw a poster of Romeo and Julius and decided to go watch the play. And then you saw Romeo. He became your favorite actor. He shines the brightest on stage and you just can't help but fall for him. You always disguise yourself, not wanting to divert the attention of the troupe to you when you go to Mankai plays. You always leave a gift for Sakuya on the closing night

- He can't believe he got a fan, on his very first play nonetheless! He keeps all of your gifts, along with the fan letter you include because it motivates him. He really wants to know who you are and thank you personally for your endless support

- One day, he saw Kazunari and Taichi watching an interview of an upcoming popular idol group in the living room. It was your group. It was showing a segment of your group doing a punishment mini-game. You are scribbling an answer on your paper and show it to the screen with a charming giggles

- That's when Sakuya almost yelped in surprise. He recognizes that hand-writing. The curve and how you put decorations around it. He felt like Kazunari and Taichi can hear his heartbeat, since the two of them looking at him with concern

- He excuses himself to his bedroom to do his homework, now feeling bashful knowing someone like you would be a fan of his

- He is now curious about you. He found your instablam and almost shrieked when he saw you holding one of the gift that is now in his possession. The comments flooded with who is that gift for or from

-  He is confident that it is you the one who's been supporting him. He had the urge to thank you face by face

-  So on closing night, he decided to sneakily hide and wait for you to drop your gift on the front table people usually put their gift. Each table labeled with the actors that are playing tonight

- It's almost time for the plays to begin and he almost gives up and goes back to backstage when someone with a hoodie and sunglasses arrives and drops a gift on the table with 'Sakuma Sakuya' labeled on it. He recognizes the cover letter you always use and finally realize it is really you behind those sunglasses, confirming his suspicion

- "S-She is so pretty!"

- Little did he realize, he said that out loud and not just in his thought. Surprising both you and Sakuya himself. He apologizes for creeping on you and explaining himself

- You were embarrassed that he knows who you are. But he is genuinely thanking you for your support and would like to know you better. And with that usual bright smile of his, you felt like you are falling for him

Masumi

- It is a total surprise for the Spring Troupe to hear Masumi listening to cheery idol songs. Is it something the Director likes? No, they know Izumi is not into that type of music

- He even starts hanging some posters of a certain girl that appeared to be an idol, on his bedside. Tsuzuru is kinda scared to see this change

- They also notice that he acts differently. He's less cold than he usually is. And most importantly, he didn't cling to Izumi like he usually does. And Izumi seems to be more close and more sister-like towards him. Leaving the entire company baffled. Did they miss a note somewhere?

- So the entire Spring Troupe decided to investigate and follow their fellow dark-haired friend around for some days

- And that's how they all ended up at an underground idol concert. Citron describing what's an underground idol so detailed to Sakuya is quite a bizarre sight

- "Can't believe this is what puberty does to oneself."

- "Itaru-san, now is not the time to joke around!"

- Then that's when they saw Masumi. With a girl that was just on the stage before. Dressed in cute bright colors. He looks so happy, chatting with you. And so does you

- And with that, Spring Troupe silently agrees to help Masumi and you to be with each other. In a healthier way. Which, Masumi accept, surprising them

- They helped him prepare himself for a date with you. Where the date should be. How he should confess his feelings. All of that cutesy stuff

- It took the entire Spring Troupe and a long tiring explanation from Tsuzuru to stop Masumi to get a wedding ring to give to you. With the help of Tsumugi, they get him a bouquet of flowers that Masumi can give to you. Yuki even helped Masumi dressed up

- Sakuya and Citron cheered and wish him good luck, Tsuzuru gave him a soft pat on his back, while Itaru and Chikage just gave a small thumbs up for their friend

- And there goes Masumi, going on a date

- You were flattered to receive the flowers from him and put them on a vase before you two went onto your date

- He brings you to a zoo. It was fun walking around, looking at animals while holding each other's hands. When it's the closing hour, he confesses how he felt towards you, with his face slightly flushed

- When he came back home, the Spring Troupe didn't need to ask him how the date was. It was answered clearly with his bright smile plastered on his face

Tsuzuru

- He met you when he was doing his part-time job as a barista. It was an embarrassing first impression. From Tsuzuru's point of view, that is

- You walk in to order something to drink while you wait for your manager to pick you up. But when your gaze met each other, he just stood still. In a daze. Staring at you. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you are. He finally snapped from his daydream when you waved your hand in front of him. He profusely apologizes with a red face and asked for your order again

- You're amused by his demeanor, you found him cute. So that's how you ended up being a regular on this cafe, just to met him

- Tsuzuru felt like he's about to combust when one day you casually introduce yourself and ask for his name

- When your manager taps your shoulder to go, you leave a piece of paper for him. Tsuzuru felt like he can die in peace when he realized you gave him your LIME ID

- He was about to message you when he's back at the dorm, until his eyes landed on a magazine, almost choked on his own spit when he saw YOU with some girls in a cute dress. "Sensational Idol Group This Year!" imprinted largely on the cover. He felt a bit intimidated. What if he's intruding on you while you're busy? But a part of him really wants to talk to you and want to know you. He realizes it was love at first sight for him

- He already typed something on his screen. All he needs to do is click the 'send' button. He's been staring at it for half an hour. Then someone surprised him, making him drop his phone. To say that he is in absolute horror when he realized the message was delivered was an understatement

- When you see that you are typing back to him, he closed his app. Heart beating fast. And then his phone vibrates. He cautiously opens his phone, to see a reply from you. He immediately replies

- You two text almost every day. Getting to know each other, what he does for a living, telling what happened at your work, his brothers... The topics keep flowing naturally. When he told you that he found out you are an idol is so funny to you

- You asked him if he wants to go on a date with you. You're a bit concerned if you were a bit too straightforward because he didn't reply for almost an hour. He finally replied with a simple 'sure'. The truth is he is freaking out with joy on the other side

- It was a nice date. You two watched a movie and ate lunch at a cozy desolate restaurant. He insists on escorting you back home

- You thanked him for today. When you're about to enter your home, he finally musters up his courage and confesses his feelings to you. You turn yourself back to him with a grin, and happily reciprocate his feeling

Citron

- It's kinda a funny accident that you and Citron ended up dating each other

- You got a day off and your manager let you do whatever you want to do, so you decided to take a stroll. That's when you saw a guy doing a... street act? He's reciting a line while doing wonky dance moves, managing to grab people's attention on the street. You finally recognize the dance. You saw it every day, your fans made that specific dance just for you after all

- You did not realize that people were starting to notice you there. An excited scream from an audience alerting everyone around you, and now all attention is on you

- You awkwardly smile at them, and they are now surrounding you. Asking for an autograph, a selfie, or even a handshake

- You felt a hand grab you, and it guides you out of the crowds. You now ended up in a secluded alley. It's the guy that was dancing just now. He doesn't look Japanese, so when he finally asks if you are okay in Japanese, you are relieved. You tell him you're okay and thanked him for helping you out from the situation

- He realized he hasn't introduced himself properly. Citron is his name. He seems like a nice person, so you decided to introduce him with your real identity. You're not surprised that he recognizes your name

- He then starts cheerfully rambling about someone in his theatre company who is quite popular like you, and... start advertising? You kinda didn't get what he said with his sloppy Japanese, but it's endearing to see how passionate he is talking about his theatre company

- He offered you a spare ticket to watch his upcoming plays, and before you could decline his kind gesture, he's already gone. Leaving you with a ticket in hand. You stared at the ticket with Mankai Company imprinted on it. It's not that far from here and you have a holiday on that day. So you why not?

- You came and watched the play. Now with proper disguise, not wanting to repeat the same mistake twice. You are pleasantly surprised watching how different he look on stage, and how different he sound

- When the show ends, he approaches you, complimenting him and thanking him for giving you a free ticket. He's a nice company to be with, so when he invites you to join the closing night party, you agree to it

- When you show up to the Mankai dormitory, everyone is so welcoming to you, some can't believe that you know Citron of all people. You and Citron become really close after that

- You always come to his plays and he always comes to your shows, sometimes with someone from Mankai. Or even the entire company

- One day he gave you a box of dates*. On valentine's day. You thought he mistook it as chocolate, but with a serious expression, he then explains to you that it is a tradition from his country to give these to someone you love. You are flustered to hear his... confession. But you accept it gladly

Itaru

- Before you two were dating, he was your number one fan. All of your merch? He has an altar full of it. Your live shows? He never misses one. Your appearance in an obscure rhythm game? You bet he will whale his way to get that exclusive card of your character just to be able to hear your voice lines of "Welcome home, Producer!"

- "Chigasaki, did you sleep...?"

- "No, and I refuse to do so until I get her card. Now leave, I'm busy here."

- "But today is Monday."

- "...Can you tell the boss that I'm si--" "No."

- The fact that you two ended up dating each other is a dream come true for Itaru. You are as angelic as your idol persona appears to be. Sure, you have a side you never show as an idol, but that shows you are just a human like him. And that just make him love you even more

- You two met through work. Itaru's company was doing a promotional campaign and he was the one assigned to be the head of the project. He was irritated because it will affect his gaming time and his time fanboying over you

- But when you show up at the meeting to discuss the promotional campaign, he almost screams. The idol that he adores so much is in front of him! In a casual dress and polite smile threw to him

- It took so much for him to stay in his business persona. He saw you on your live shows. But to be able to sit in front of you? God. You are so beautiful up close, he can't help it. It is a miracle that he stayed in character the whole meeting. When he's back to the dorm, he gushes himself to Banri, Sakuya, and Citron that are happened to be in the living room

- "Ooh! You met a gravure* idol?"

- "The hell you know gravure from? She's from an idol group. Not gravure."

- "...what's gravu--" "I will stop you right there, Sakuya."

- You were charmed with his princely persona. You two ended up getting close with each other and even staying in contact after the promotional campaign is over. He asked you to a fancy dinner one day, you happily accepted. He dressed up so nicely, you can't help but stare at him the whole night. At the end of the date, he confesses to you about his feeling, and you accept his feeling

- When you find his secret side, you find it really adorable, while he got extremely flustered. He's trying his best to explain why he has an altar filled with your merch, but you just hush him down, telling him that you are flattered that you are his oshi*. You even tell him that he0 can secretly be on backstage on your next lie show. Knowing you don't mind this side of him, he took a mental note that you are the one for him

- He is still your number one fan, even after you two date each other. He sometimes sent you a fan cam of you making weird faces that he found on the internet and jokingly said "this u?"

Chikage

- It is a mystery how you two ended up dating each other. Whenever someone asks Chikage about it, no one can tell if he's telling the truth or his usual lie

- "Ah, yeah. We met each other when my company was using her group for promotional purposes."

- "Hold on Senpai, our company never did a promotional campaign...?"

- When people from Mankai asked you how you two met, you laughed and said, "He kidnapped me."

- Perhaps Chikage's habit of lying rubbing onto you. The highschooler of Mankai is playing detective and trying to solve this mystery. Will they find out the truth? Who knows

- He is not fond of showing his private life, which benefits both of you, considering both of your work. It will be a huge scandal if people found you are in a relationship. With that, Chikage takes extra steps and makes sure to erase traces of any kind of hint that you are in a relationship. Theory? Gossip? No one able to see it because it mysteriously disappears as soon as it touches the interweb

- He has zero interest in idols, and found the culture around it weird, but he is still supportive of you being one

- "Oh! I'm surprised you have this magazine! There's my interview in it!"

- He got his way to make sure you are safe when you are doing meet and greet. Idol fans, especially female idols can be extreme at times, and he will not allow you to get hurt

- When you come back from your tour, you always bring Chikage local spices that you got from your tour. It's a tradition at this point

- "I found a lot of spices in Korea!"

- "Nice. Did you get anything special from there?"

- "Yup! I got this thing from a fan! Apparently, it's really popular because of how spicy it is! It's uhhh... Samyang*? We can try it together!"

- You ended up crying yourself out from how spicy the instant noodle is. You curse on him when you saw him casually put more spice in it

- From an outside perspective, Chikage seems to be okay with you often going on tour and the two of you can't spend a lot of time together. Chikage himself often have a business trip so he respects your dedication

- But when he starts missing you, he always tries to busy himself with work. Even if it's mundane stuff like hanging out with the Spice Club more or the Spring Troupe. Which, only Hisoka notices

- "I know you are thinking about her. Just go call her if you miss her, April."

- "I'll give you marshmallow to shut you up."

*dates: small sweet fruits from dates palm

*gravure: female model on magazines marketed to men

*oshi: term for someone you support/fan of

*samyang: a brand of spicy instant noodle from Korea