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♡ 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝟓

❝ ... it's been a while since I last fell in love.❝

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Pairing : fem reader / Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru

Synopsis : a kiss before your flight home.

Summer with you felt fuller and brighter than any other.

Waving sparklers in the humid night air. Sore feet after walking for hours. Mesmerized by the feeling of life whirling around you. Winning a squish mallow from a claw machine and watching Satoru and Suguru rock-paper-scissor fight over who got to keep it. Listening to Satoru and Suguru’s murmured conversations, and feeling giddy when you got the gist of something they said. Feeling your heart throb and ears perk up when they mentioned your name. Laughing embarrassedly into a pillow when you tried to speak Japanese and got everything wrong — Satoru's enamored smile.

It felt like you were in a rush to enjoy everything sometimes, because your return flight date loomed in the back of your mind. Suguru was nervous to show you Japan in a light that you'd never forget, and Satoru was just oblivious to all the sight-seeing and festivals because you were far more captivating.

On the train ride deeper into the city, Satoru sat thigh-against-thigh with you. The both of you were very consciously aware of contact, the press and the warmth. At your left, Suguru leaned close, the fabric of his t-shirt grazing your arm giving you butterflies.

Heads together, all three of you took turns in Satoru's diary; writing your names, scribbling, doodling, until the page was filled from corner to corner.

They talked about Nanami, who was going to meet you for the first time.

Suguru giggled at something Satoru said, so you asked what he was laughing at.

"Satoru's scared that Nanami is going to show off his English to you." he said.

“Oh?” you smiled.

("... and!") Satoru added dramatically, interrupting Suguru, ("He better not flirt with her.”)

Suguru went completely red in the face and laughed.

("Satoru, You're acting very boyfriend-like.")

("... oh, am I?")

("Yes.")

Satoru stopped talking, went redder than Suguru, and sat back in his seat like he was contemplating himself.

"What?" you asked, looking between them.

"Nothing." Suguru feathered, covering his face to hide his smile, "Nothing at all."

*****

Even you were taken aback by Nanami's English, because he spoke more elegantly than you did — so you can just imagine what expression Suguru had when he watched the two of you interact for the first time at the festival.

"Satoru's my senior at work, even if he doesn't act like it." he said. Satoru looked at him suspiciously as he spoke.

"Ohhh, I see." you nodded, "Then, you two met at work or...?"

"No, we went to high school together.” Nanami said.

You nodded again, "Ah."

"... he talks a lot about you." Nanami said, "Talks my ear off at the water cooler about this girl who lives on the other side of the world — with the biggest stars in his eyes. It's nice that you two could finally meet."

You smiled, "Yeah... this summer has been amazing."

"Have you ticked everything off your bucket list yet?" Nanami asked.

"Yes — though, I missed Tanabata." you said. “Maybe next year.”

The two of you kept talking. When you laughed at something Nanami said, Satoru threw a jealous look at him. Then he and Suguru talked under their breaths.

(“Are they flirting?”) Satoru asked suspiciously.

(“They are not.”)

(“It feels like they are.”)

(“… you really are acting like a boyfriend, Satoru…”)

*****

A blue night sky deepened as you three walked across the street crossing, closer to where residents were gathered and some dancing around a raised stage.

"I wish I could experience December here, too." you sighed dreamily.

"Why don't you?" Nanami asked.

"... the flights are too expensive." you replied.

"... what a shame. A romantic like Satoru would be over the moon to spend December with you." Nanami said. "Maybe next year, you two can go as a couple."

You acted shyer after realizing Nanami assumed you and Satoru were dating, and it was incredibly funny because Satoru misinterpreted your shyness to be a response to Nanami's flirting — so he interrupted the conversation right there.

Suguru stifled a laugh. He didn't say anything, just watched you three like it was a sitcom.

("Nanami, you look a bit taller. Did you grow?") Satoru teased, physically comparing heights with him — which he only ever did when they were kids.

"..." Nanami stared at him. ("Why are you like this?")

Suguru was trying so hard to contain his laughter.

While Nanami and Satoru went back and forth with each other, Suguru grabbed the chance to have his own moment with you.

He talked a bit louder over the singing and drumming, right into your ear, as you watched, captivatedly, at people performing bon odori around the stage.

All you remember was feeling like Suguru’s voice was in your chest, truthfully you can't remember what he was explaining to you about the festival.

Then he went quiet and stared at you softly.

A weird, familiar feeling took residency inside his chest, and he thought;

(Oh... It's been a while since I last fell in love.)

But even if you had paid attention to him in that moment, would you have noticed the tenderness in his eyes?

Suguru got startled out of his love-struck daze by Nanami, who was leaving early.

("Satoru finally got on your nerves, huh?")

("Yes… no, not actually. I've just got sore feet.")

Satoru teased playfully, ("You just want to go home and take a bubble bath and listen to jazz like the old man you are.")

("Satoru, you're annoying. That's absolutely what I'm going to do, though.")

Nanami said goodbye for the night.

The sky blackened and the crowd thickened with more people, so Satoru took your hand in his and kept you close.

After an hour, the three of you headed out of the festival and went in search of a quieter place. Suguru observed you and Satoru holding hands. He stared and stared, then forced himself to snap out of it.

Satoru was quietly thinking, then said dramatically;

(“He was totally flirting with her!”)

And to this Suguru burst out laughing so hard, like all the laughter he held back earlier came out. A man with a laugh like that was definitely popular with boys and girls in high school, you’re certain.

(“How do you know?”)

(“… it sounded like it!”)

(“I can’t believe you’re such a jealous guy.”) Suguru shook his head, bearing a big smile, (“You even got jealous at me for flirting with her.”)

Satoru shrugged guiltlessly. 「僕は僕！」

“What is going on?” you asked laughingly.

Suguru could hardly translate or speak as he had a laughing fit on the street.

*****

When you walked out of an alleyway into a busier street and saw the neon glow of lights of a 7-Eleven, and a cyclist going by, and inhaled the night air, and heard all the city noises, and felt all the city feelings, this feeling whirled around you.

"Life feels different here." you commented, looking around you.

"... oh really?" Suguru hummed sarcastically.

You nudged his arm. "Don't be sarcastic. You know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course. That feeling... like a spark...?" he teased, just to see the look in your eyes.

He spoke to Satoru, and Satoru said something and Suguru chuckled and translated for you, " 'You'll miss that feeling when you leave for home.' "

"... I'll miss you two more."

Hearing sentence made his heart fluttery. When Suguru translated it, it just didn't feel the same as hearing it in your voice. It made him wonder just how much he was missing out on by not knowing your language. What feelings were being lost in translation?

*****

The three of you headed out further, getting a bit lost in the city for fun.

The hot night called for ice cream, so Satoru and Suguru rock-paper-scissor fought for who would go to buy some.

"... 最初ぐう... じゃん拳ぽん... あいこでしょ... あいこでしょ... !"

Satoru pulled a funny face after losing that made you and Suguru laugh. He went on his way to the convenience store, navigating through a detour, stopping to pet a cat on his way back, and meanwhile... you and Suguru were left alone together, with that spark clearly fizzing between your chests.

*****

At the park, the two of you lazed in the grass, side by side, while waiting for Satoru to return from the convenience store with ice creams.

Eyes directed up at the sky, propped on his elbows, hair messy after a long evening. Suguru momentarily closed his eyes in bliss at the soft breeze fanning by.

Next to you, Suguru stretched out his long legs and stared deeply at the moon. It was blazing. The longer he stared at it in silence the more this feeling struck him.

He took a sideways glance at you, and you were obliviously enjoying the cool night breeze.

(Does she have a clue about how I feel right now?) Suguru thought softly.

"月が綺麗ですね..." he murmured romantically.

"Hm? What does that mean...?"

He turned his head to look at you, totally smitten.

"... the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh. Yeah, it is." you agreed. "I haven't seen a moon so bright in a while."

Suguru chuckled dreamily.

(She's a clueless angel.)

No thoughts passed through either of your heads as you leaned into each other.

His features were too fuzzy to make out in this lighting, but you saw a hint of a tender expression on his face.

He inhaled deeply and got so high on the sweet, humid night air that he leaned into a kiss without thinking his action through — but it's alright, he only grazed his still lips over yours. He only hovered. It was just a sweet, shared breath if anything. Just a ticklishly light touch of lips grazing lips.

No thoughts. Just that spark in the air and heartbeats thumping quickly in your fingertips.

Then immediate realization hit him. He pulled away and apologized like he was shocked at himself.

"I'm so sorry." Suguru stressed, "I didn't mean to — I —I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay, don't apologize." you replied softly, unable to say more.

(What does she mean, "Don't apologize"? What does she mean…?)

Suguru began to ramble, and you watched his lips move as he spoke each syllable. His lips felt tingly, wanting— desperately — for a kiss.

He wanted to kiss you, but he couldn't.

"It's just — I haven't — you know, it's been years since... um, anyways. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore." He became out of breath, talking too fast.

Suguru drew in a breath like he was going to say something more, but then stopped speaking altogether because Satoru returned — with a plastic bag of convenience store ice creams swishing at his side.

“Hey hey.” he greeted the two of you, and sat down on the grass.

Satoru didn't sit between you and Suguru, rather, he sat in front of both of you, stretching his legs out onto the soft grass like a cat.

「顔赤いよ・・・」 Satoru wiggled his brows at Suguru.

You watched Suguru as he patted his hands against his hot cheeks to cool them.

Satoru giggled naughtily.

You looked between them and watched them have a small exchange, never learning what they said to each other in that moment. But you could gather Suguru's embarrassment and Satoru's teasing and mild jealousy.

Suguru grumbled to himself on the way home.

(We could have shared a movie kiss...)

*****

You fell asleep before Satoru — almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. He looked down at you for a moment, his gaze catching onto your parted lips, his ears picking up on your soft breathing.

(I hope you're dreaming of me.) he thought hopefully.

He stared for a bit, daydreaming.

The longer he stared, the more his face reddened and his heartbeat quickened. Eventually he crawled into bed next to you, keeping a distance but wishing so badly that he could cuddle you.

He was thinking about how unfair it was to be himself; to have to contain himself when he was such a romantic and emotional man, and not just that; a man in need of touching, kissing, cuddling. He felt a need for all of that more that night than at any other point in his life.

Satoru timidly inched closer and lifted his face to plant a kiss on your cheek. Just a tiny kiss. His lips hovered over you cheek, then over your lips. But he held back.

He pulled away slowly and smiled shyly to himself.

That satisfied his heart enough, he could calm down and sleep.

But in the other room, Suguru moved around sleeplessly in his bed like a hopeless insomniac.

*****

Curled into his pillow, cheeks warm, fist to lip and knees hugged, Suguru was daydreaming of how that moment could have gone differently if he had just kissed you.

And his daydream played out like a film, one full of scripted kisses, shot from every angle, replayed over and over to satisfy his little heart — the poor thing was beating in panic at his growing feelings.

Yes, he knew he liked you, but not like that. Not until now. Now that feeling was nearly in full throttle.

*****

Suguru's daydream of kissing you went on until it got light outside.

He thought, thought, thought. But a daydream wasn't enough to satisfy his need to kiss you. With a suppressed sigh, he rolled onto his side, hugged his ribs, and blinked his stinging eyes at the room as it lit up a dawn blue.

The room became lighter and lighter.

He leaned up in bed, blinked, then reached for his phone and opened yours and his chat. And he scrolled up into the texts that gave him butterflies. He stared at the blinking cursor, then typed out;

I wanted to kiss you.

Then he stared at your profile picture, and promptly erased what he had typed.

Instead, he wrote it in his notes app, as if it was his most guilty secret.

Then he cuddled back into his fortress of pillows, begged his mind for a dream of you, and fell asleep at 7 AM, sleeping a weak 3 hours before waking up again.

*****

You and Suguru were awake earlier than Satoru, who was still softly sleeping. The roar of early morning traffic reached the 7th floor, and the sunrise teased its appearance through the buildings.

Suguru watered the balcony plants in his flip flops.

And he did it lazily, in his baggy pants, with unbrushed hair. It was quite a sight to see, so you stared. He could feel your eyes on him and his heartbeat quickened.

He watered each plant with a cup of water, complaining that he keeps forgetting to buy a watering can for his ‘lil guys’.

Names were assigned to each plant, written on paper on toothpicks.

“… you named a plant… Dave?” you questioned.

“… what? It’s funny.”

He watered ‘Dave’ and looked closer, nearly nosing into the plant.

"Oh my god... he’s wilting." he genuinely panicked. "I swear I'm doing everything I can to keep him alive, it's like he just wants to die… keep it together, Dave."

You laughed and hovered over the plants with him. Suguru was frowning at his other plants as they looked unhappier than usual.

"Suguru, you're such a plant dad." you said.

His frown lifted, he looked at you and then his sweet smile lines showed up on his cheeks.

"Thanks."

When he made eye contact, and that something sparked in the air between you two. It sparked bigger than it ever had before.

"You look tired..."

I can't believe she notices that. How sweet.

He shrugged in response.

"I was thinking about you..." he trailed off.

You widened your eyes and went silent.

"— your flight." he lied and you knew it.

"... yeah, it's gonna be a long flight home." you swallowed hard, looking so deeply into his eyes that you got dizzy.

"You know what's weird? Right now, in this moment, it feels like you'll never leave." he said softly.

The following silence heightened the tension between you and him. He felt the urge to kiss you again. He felt it bad. His self-restraint was slipping, he couldn't discipline himself.

(A kiss is just a kiss, right?)

When you licked your lips, that’s when Suguru started to lean his face in. As his gaze flitted between your lips and your eyes, his heart panged.

He hesitated, you hesitated, he stuttered, you stuttered. He kissed you like a nervous mouse.

You were shocked even though you knew it was coming.

Even if the kiss lasted just a split second, that was long enough to catch a glimpse of heaven.

Suguru pulled back and looked at you unsurely.

"えーと" his lips twitched. "I — I'm — I — uh." he forgot how to speak completely, so stunned that his mother tongue and English tongue got tangled together.

You stared into his eyes and that's what got him, he went in for another kiss, this time harder – lips smacking together like you just needed each other. And as he exhaled against your face, you could feel all his passion.

His heart fluttered when you kissed him back with almost the same intensity. The heat and softness of someone else's lips was exactly what he needed at this time in his life, just to kiss someone who he really liked.

Gasping into the kiss, Suguru held onto your cheeks like you were his baby. When he ran out of breath, he pulled away and breathed a little heavier.

"I'm so sorry, I — " he said breathlessly.

" — no, it's o—o-okay." you stammered, feeling a bit out of it.

Both of you were digesting the moment when suddenly a bleary-eyed, sleepy Satoru came out onto the balcony, holding Mint against his chest. He was squinting and blinking at the morning sun.

Suguru immediately switched to nonchalance and acting as if nothing just happened. But his shoulders were stiff.

("Mint looks especially evil this morning.") his voice quivered a little.

("... you mean fluffy?") Satoru replied, petting Mint between her fuzzy ears.

("No, evil.") Suguru joked, ("She's a devil in dis—guise.") he choked on his words.

Satoru looked at him strangely and thought;

(Huh, Suguru doesn't usually choke on his words.)

Satoru stared at Suguru, looked at you, then looked back and forth between you and Suguru.

The air was thick.

"What?"

"What...?"

("What happened?") Satoru asked.

Satoru's sixth sense was insane. Like it was some scene in a comedy movie, he forwardly asked;

("Why do I feel like I interrupted something?") he said.

Suguru raised his brows and made a funny guilty face. You looked between them with wide eyes.

"I'm gonna go make some coffee..." you said, and scrambled to your feet like you were desperate to escape this awkward tension.

"... I'm gonna tell him." Suguru said.

"You're bluffing..."

"Nah, I'm an honest guy."

You groaned funnily, "Then I'm gonna go hide behind the coffee pot..."

Satoru looked confused. Once you headed inside, it was just him and Suguru there on the balcony.

The traffic was roaring louder by now. For a while it was the only sound between them, besides your distant clanking in the kitchen.

A long silence dragged out and then Suguru's words abruptly popped into existence.

"(YN)にキスした・・・"

"は?!"

Suguru made a guilty grimace and scratched the back of his head.

("What do you mean you kissed her? When was this?") Satoru's voice got higher.

("Uh, like right now.")

They went back and forth for a while. You heard them and had no idea what was being said.

("Thief.") Satoru said, calming down after a while.

("How am I a thief?") Suguru got defensive.

("You stole her kiss from me!") Satoru pouted childishly.

("... I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.") Suguru lowered his head, ("Are you mad at me...?") he asked worriedly.

("... No, I'm not mad at you... well, a little bit.") Satoru mumbled, ("I'm more jealous than mad.")

(“So…”) Suguru looked at his best friend wearily. How could he not be furious? (“This is fine with you?”)

(“You can get away with it. If it were Nanami, I’d be throwing hands.”) he joked.

Suguru still felt like he was a puppy that did something wrong, but Satoru just didn’t seem to be taking it as seriously.

("... I've got a plan, okay.") Satoru said suddenly, ignoring Mint's silent begging for cuddles. ("I'm gonna kiss her at the airport, right before she leaves — ")

Suguru laughed, ("Are you procrastinating — ?")

Satoru cut him off and said 「やるよ！！！」 with such intensity and conviction that it made Suguru burst out laughing.

Hearing Suguru's laughter from the kitchen reassured you that everything went over fine.

*****

He stood in front of you.

(できるよ・・・) I can do it...

Satoru swallowed hard. Discretely wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Nibbled his lip. Tried to act natural in the airport, looking to Suguru for inspiration on being nonchalant.

You were testing the clock by waiting until the very last minute to get onboard.

Just like you were procrastinating to board your flight, Satoru was procrastinating to kiss you. The three of you exchanged a look.

"Oh.” Suguru realized, “Go ahead. I’m not looking. I'm a plant." Suguru joked, covering his eyes.

He gave you and Satoru space, he thought it was fair. If he had his moment with you on the balcony, then Satoru deserved to have a moment with you. Now he understood how all-consuming the desire to kiss someone was.

(It has to be now, when else? I don't know when she'll be back for her next visit, I could be waiting a whole year. The universe knows how impatient I am. I've got to have her lips right now.) Satoru thought anxiously.

His body stuttered.

You were thinking to yourself, is this the wrong moment to kiss him? Is there ever a right moment anyways?

"Satoru." you said in a tone of goodbye, and outstretched your arms to him.

He leaned down into your embrace like the awkwardly tall man he was.

You clung to each other's bodies for a while. Such a clingy hug already spoke volumes. But still, Satoru just wanted to go that bit further — to spell his love on your lips.

He wanted you to board that plane knowing what his love tasted like, to sit in your seat with lips freshly tingling.

Yes, he knew nothing in life ever played out like in movies or daydreams, so he was hoping just once it would.

Last-minute doubt filled him and he felt his mood drop.

(… maybe I shouldn’t.)

Just as he pulled out of the hug, you reached up, cupped his cheeks with conviction, and gave him the biggest kiss that he'd ever received in his life right smack there on his lips.

"...?" His knees buckled, and redness grew on his cheeks very quickly.

He blanked so hard, but only for a second or two, because he dreamily tilted his head off to the side and deepened the kiss.

(yeah, 恋している。)

You pulled back. He stammered, stuttered, totally stumbled. He was all over the place now. He couldn't form a thought now.

Even if someone would have told him that he was on planet earth, he wouldn't have believed them, because your kiss definitely sent him to heaven.

"は、はずかしいな・・・embarrassed, I'm embarrassed." He chuckled nervously.

Suguru watched as you two broke down into giggles, then he came over to you two again.

"You know, that was very cute and all," he said, spooking the life out of Satoru who was just totally in his feelings. "But even the last-minute procrastinators have boarded the flight by now."

"Oh my god!" you panicked, "Um, yeah! Okay, okay I'm gonna go... I love you two. I'll come back soon, I promise. I promise."

Hugging goodbye for the last time hurt, and seeing you get teary-eyed made it hard for them not to cry too.

You went through the gates.

Satoru felt like you tore a piece of him and took it with you, and his whole body wanted to chase after you.

You waved and gave heart hands to them as much as you could until you disappeared out of sight.

Boarding the plane felt like a dream. After stowing away your bag in the overhead cabinet, you took your seat and stared blankly, lips feeling tingly and alive with Satoru’s lingering feelings on them.

*****

It was all over too quickly. Satoru licked his lips.

Idling to the window to watch your plane take off, both of them felt like they were on the verge of crying, Satoru a little more than Suguru.

(まだいかないで。) Satoru frowned.

*****

At home, Satoru walked into his room and when he inhaled your lingering scent, god, he burst into tears so loudly that Mint got startled. Suguru came to comfortingly rub his back as he wept like a dog.

"悟、泣かないで。"

He didn't cry as hard ever again as he did that day, and he never even told you.

*****

It's hard to imagine that summer could have ever ended, but it faded away like a sweet taste fading on his tongue.

Satoru woke up the morning without you, and it took him a few seconds to realize that — he felt his fingers over the pillow and slowly opened his eyes.

(ああ、もう会いたい。)

Puffy eyes, dry lips, he reached for his phone.

You hadn't replied yet — still on your flight home, high up in the air. Probably staring out the window. Hopefully thinking of him.

He checked your live flight status, and laid on the pillow as he watched it, forearm concealing his frown, and he just stayed like that for half an hour. Watching that tiny plane move on the screen, over so many countries.

He zoomed out, and felt stricken, as if he just realized how far you actually were from him. And you weren't even home yet, home was still hours away.

"Wake up, princess." Suguru knocked on Satoru's door, then barged in after Satoru let out an I’m awake noise. "I could sense your damp mood through the door." He said.

Satoru groaned, "She's still in the sky..."

Suguru dove into Satoru's unmade bed. "Don't frown so much, you'll get ugly frown wrinkles when you're old."

"Mhm."

They were watching your live flight for a few minutes in silence.

"Let’s look through photos."

So, they both laid there, looking through photos, mumbling amongst themselves about little things and missing you like they've never missed someone before.

Then Satoru let out a long breath, rolled onto his back, and hummed happily to himself.

"I kissed her. I actually kissed her.” He said, thinking of you.

"... oh really? That's crazy. Me too." Suguru teased sarcastically.

"Shut up, you."

Suguru just teased further, "The only way you'll get me to shut up is if you book her a flight back to Tokyo and let her use her lips to silence me."

"She'll kiss me before she kisses you next time she visits." Satoru said confidently.

"... bet?"

"Okay, bet!" Satoru flared up, "I bet all my savings, because I know she loves me more."

"Then say goodbye to your savings."

They go back and forth, getting competitive.

"... I'll kiss her harder." Suguru said.

"No, I'll kiss her harder." Satoru said.

"I'll kiss her dumb." Suguru said.

"I'll kiss her dumber!" Satoru said.

Mint fluffed her tail and stared at her noisy, bickering owners. Then she leaped off and went on her way to the washing machine.

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Spoilers for Floyd's Stitch Event SSR

I wrote this all down in a hurry so certain nuances aren't 100% accurate, but this is the gist of Floyd's Stitch vignettes! It starts with Floyd surfing. Azul and Jack tell him it's time to head back to the cottage but Floyd complains about wanting to do an activity that can only be done at nighttime. This is when he gets the idea to make fireworks! He goes to Stitch's spaceship and asks him to turn any excess scrap metal into a fine powder. Floyd: A'ight, time for Dr. Floyd to experiment! This will be yellow and this will be red... Aha~ I did it! I'm a genius~ Stitch: ? Floyd: Are you interested in what I'm making? This is called a "flying jellyfish." Oh wait... what's it called on land again? Ah! That's right. Fireworks, fireworks! D'you know about 'em? (seems to be a reference to Part of Your World: "... What's that word again? ... Streeet~") Stitch helps Floyd make a ton of fireworks. As they build, he tells Stitch about Jade.

Floyd: You know, a long time ago, Jade and I went to the beach to watch the fireworks. Jade's my brother. Stitch: Ohana! Floyd: Hm? Jade's not a flower. He's the same moray mer as me. ("hana" means "flower" in Japanese, so whenever Stitch says "ohana," everyone thinks he's saying "flower") Floyd: Didn't I tell you? I'm a merman. I used to live in the sea before I went on land. Back in elementary school, I secretly went up to the beach to see the fireworks. Dad and mama always used to say "It's dangerous for kids to go alone, so don't go anywhere near the coast." Stitch: GRRR! Floyd: Nah, it's been a long time since merfolk and humans have been afraid of each other. After the sea princess and the land prince got married, merfolk come and go as they like. But little merfolk shouldn't wander close to shore alone because they could be swept away or beached. Floyd: Adults can survive that alone, but not a kid. Anyway, there's lots of shops for merfolk along the coast now. They're like the cottage we built where they stick out into the sea. They sell things like hoodies and accessories. ... My parents have several shops like that. Floyd: Those are for the grownups to go near though, not children. ... But Jade and I used to go to the beach a lot anyway and not tell our parents. I mean, when someone tells you not to do it, you want to do it anyway, don't you~? Stitch: WEHEHEH Floyd: There's tons of rare stuff by the coast. Flying jellyfish are our favorite though. Watching 'em from the sea is the best! They light up like stars on the black water, the reflections are so sparkly... It's like swimming through the nighttime sky! Floyd: Stitch, you came from space, right? You should try swimming in the starry sky then! Even going from sea to land was exciting for me. I'd always be like "What's this?" or "Is that guy really like that?" It would be cooler if I could go to space. I'd get to see even more! Floyd: Are there other aliens in space like Stitch and Gantu? Ahhh, if I say I met an alien on a deserted island, there's no way Jade would believe me. "It seems as if Floyd had a very unique dream," he'd say.

Floyd: So since I'm going back to school soon, make sure you come and play, Stitch, ok? And bring a really weird alien with you! Liiike... an evil genius scientist who created you or a guy with one eye or spies who like to disguise themselves! Something like that. (very obviously a nod to Jumba, Pleakly, and Cobra Bubbles in Lilo and Stitch)

Azul shows up and asks how the firework arrangement is going. He's surprised to see A LOT of fireworks. Floyd: This is the sparkler type Azul taught me how to make and this one is a disc that rotates. But THIS square one is a design of my own!

Azul: Floyd's original fireworks arrangement...? I hope it doesn't spontaneously explode. Floyd: Don't worry, don't worry~ It's made properly with magic.

Azul: Honestly... when he has a "I want to do this" attitude, Floyd's focus is incredible. I hope it can always be like this, especially at work. Floyd: Enthusiasm got me hungry. Can you guys help me carry the fireworks? We'll hide them on the beach and surprise the others~

Back at the cottage, everyone sees all the lights are off. Floyd and Stitch have also given them buckets (I'm assuming to extinguish the sparklers afterward.) They're then led to the beach. Jack: You're not planning on surfing at night, are you?

Floyd: Buuu buuu~ (buzzer sound) The correct answer iiis... this! A large orange firework shoots up into the sky and explodes. Lilia: What a marvelous fireworks display! Floyd, how did you prepare all this? Floyd: Stitch turned the junk parts into a powder~ Everyone: YOU MADE THEM? Floyd: Stitch, bring me the rest of them, ok? Jack: Uwa-! You mean the big pack Stitch was carrying was full of fireworks?! Floyd: Yup~ I wanted to do this at night so I made 'em in my downtime earlier. Grim: Whoa! With this many, we could play all night long! Lilia: These long and narrow ones are handheld fireworks... But what's this square one? Floyd: That's my original one~ You do this and then you put this away-- Goldfishie, gimme some fire! Riddle: Don't go using people like matches. Honestly... There~! Floyd's firework explodes and it's a gentle rain of blue and white sparks and stars.

Everyone: Woooow~!! Floyd: Right? Aren't the reflections of it on the nighttime water pretty? Ace: Floyd-senpai is really freaking incredible~! You're a genius! Can I light one up too? Floyd: Go for it~ Do as many of them as you want. Lilia: Ohh! This sparkler lets off a green color like Diasomnia! Jack: And this one is yellow... Amazing. How did you change the colors? Riddle: This is my first time doing fireworks. So, I just light the tip of this stick on fire? Azul: Inside Mostro Lounge, it's common for us to set up fireworks on cakes and for celebrations. ... So it's refreshing to do it outside like this instead. He then walks over to Floyd who is quietly watching everyone else play.

Azul: Even though you were so enthusiastic about making them earlier, you're not doing a firework yourself. Floyd: Mm, now I feel like watching instead of doing. Azul: I didn't think you were the type to get all sentimental while watching fireworks. Could it be... that if Jade was here, you would do them then? (he has a mischievous smile here, so he's probably trying to embarrass Floyd) Floyd: Why're you talking about Jade? He's probably running the Lounge alone right now so I'm gonna hear a lot of complaints when I get back. I'll hear that instead of "I wish I could have been there~" Anyway, isn't it more fun if he and I do our fun things separately and then come back with souvenirs and stories? If you like those stories, then you'll wanna visit those places. If you don't like 'em, then you won't go. Floyd: Jade is the same as me. With mountain climbing, one day he got hooked on it and started doing it alone. It's always more interesting if we do different things separately from each other. Besides... if we were together 24/7, I think things would be pretty bad between us.

Floyd: In the past, it was common for us to get into big fights and beat each other up. Azul: The way you brothers quarrel truly is ferocious. I was terrified the first time I witnessed it. Floyd: It's been a long time since it's been like that. When we get serious with each other, I know my life's in danger~ Well~ If I have to fight, then I'll do it~ Riddle: HEY, STITCH! GRIM! Don't go fighting with fireworks!

Floyd: Oh, looks like Stitch is having a good time! I'll join in too! Azul: Fu~ Doing something like this at night on this island certainly is refreshing. A fun game that sparks and pops at the tip of your fingers... huh... Are you satisfied, Floyd? Floyd: Ehh~? You think I'd be satisfied with only this much? Azul: Yes, that was a stupid question, wasn't it... By tomorrow you'll be looking for another stimulus.

Floyd: Hmm what should I do tomorrow~? Doing this on a deserted island is really rare, you know. So I wanna do something that'll make Jade say "Please take me with you next time~" Play, rampage, do whatever I want! Gotta enjoy myself so much that I don't have time to be bored!

And that's it! Very happy to have more crumbs of tweel lore......

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst spoilers #lost in the book with stitch #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #octavinelle #my translations

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chernobog13 · 16 days

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ATOM JET RACER

Detroit wouldn't have so many problems if they turned out cars like this. I dunno about you, but my next car MUST have a fin on the back.

Built in the 1950s by the Japanese toy company Yonezawa, this friction-powered tin car is 27 inches long, and is equipped with sparklers that shot sparks out of the back when it rolled.

The Atom Jet Racer cars were cranked out of the factory by the thousands, but almost none survived the numerous crashes and abuse that come from being played with. In fact, it is considered one of the rarest toys in the world.

Heck, I don't care if they model an electric vehicle to look like this, especially if they make sparks shoot out the back. If I can't own the Pointer, this is what I want my next car to be (still haven't been able to replace my old one that got slaughtered last fall).

#Atom Jet Racer #Yonezawa #tin cars #toy cars #rare toys #Japanese toys

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bluelocksource · 9 months

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Yukimiya Kenyū’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible).

☆ Character's colour: Red orange.

☆ Weapons: Dribbling and gyro shoot.

☆ Nickname: ‘1on1 Strongest Prince’.

☆ Birthday: 28th April.

☆ Current age: 18 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Taurus.

☆ Birthplace: Miyazaki Prefecture.

☆ Family: Mother. Father. Himself.

☆ Current height: 184 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Visual acuity: Not good, need glasses.

☆ Blood type: O.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 7 (suggested by his mother).

☆ Personal 50M run record: 5.91 seconds.

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Soranin/ Kūnin High School Soccer Club.

☆ Motto: "Give your all in a single moment."

☆ Favorite food: Blueberries. “They’re good for your eyes.”

☆ Disliked food: Garlic. “I feel like my vision is turning yellow.”

☆ Favorite animal: Penguins. "I think it’s fascinating how they waddle cutely on land but extremely fast when they swim."

☆ Favorite season: Spring. ”Because I like cherry blossoms.”

☆ Favorite football player: Edgar Davids.

☆ Favorite music: ‘Phoenix’ by SEKAI NO OWARI.

☆ Favorite manga: Oyasumi Punpun.

☆ Favorite movie: Evangelion “The older version. Asuka’s sky burial was excellent, wasn’t it?”

☆ Favorite TV show: FOOTxBRAIN (TV Tokyo).

☆ Favorite celebrity: Yo Yoshida. “There’s something pleasant about a cool woman.”

☆ Favorite brand: Oakley (goggle brand).

☆ Ideal type: Someone who smiles a lot and watches over him.

☆ Hobby: Modelling.

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Mushroom. “Because of its cute shape.”

☆ What goes best with rice : Shirasu. "Pickled egg and green onion shirasu rice are delicious. Why don’t you try it?"

☆ What makes him happy: Warm support.

☆ What makes him upset: “Someone beat me in 1on1.”

☆ What he thinks his strength is: The most competitive person in the world, and strict with himself.

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: “I am too strict with myself and not interested in other people’s business.”

☆ Favorite/Best subject: Science, Japanese, P.E.

☆ Dislike/weak subject: Art. “Drawing makes my eyes tired.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “I won’t tell you. It’s embarrassing.”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 8 hours.

☆ What he usually ends up buying from convenience store: Hot eye mask. “To warm my eyes.”

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: His forehead hairlines.

☆ Fixation: With ephemeral things like cherry blossoms, sparklers, etc.

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: “I didn’t count. I only ate the ones that arrived at my agency, there’s lots of them.”

☆ At what age he experiences first love: At age 10. “With my friend’s 16-year-old sister.”

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “My friend’s older sister kissed me on the forehead. Got embarrassed and ran away.”

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: “I don't know. I’m not interested in money.”

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At age 12. “Santa seems to be excluding the middle school students.”

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: Running glasses.

☆ How he spent his holiday: Reading. “I like learning about the lives of famous people.”

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: “Thanking my parents for bringing me into this world.”

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #yukimiya kenyuu #yukimiya kenyu #trivia: yukimiya kenyuu #bluelocksource #trivia: profile #trivia #our translation

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enkamanaenka · 9 months

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My lovely pyro Natsuko Miyazaki!

Natsuko is a girl from Japan. She's the daughter of a temple minister in a small Japanese town who honors tradition. And the same example she set for her daughter. Natsuko had a close and respectful relationship with her mother. She often helped her mother with the temple and participated in important festivals and events. Also, the girl was very fond of local mythology, so she listened to her mother's stories until they were in tatters.

All was going well until the cruel invasion of the temple with the looting and extermination of everyone present. This included the murder of Natsuko's mother.

In such a mess, only she alone survived. Traumatized by this event, Natsuko didn't try to figure out which criminal organization was to blame, she decided to take everyone under one roof. She started to burn the criminals and yakuza members to the ground (though the yakuza weren't involved in all of this). For which she ended up being prosecuted by the law enforcement authorities. Natsuko felt it was unfair, why is she seen as a criminal, when on the contrary she helps the town to get rid of the very crime, as she believed.

As a result, the girl finds an ad from Mann Co. and immediately rushes from distant lands to join the ranks of mercenaries, in order to have a cover and quite paid work in the compartment. So she became a pyro of the Blu team with the alias Candy, hiding her identity. No one on the Blu team has any idea who she is... With a few exceptions in the form of her friends...

You could say Natsuko changes as a person depending on whether she's wearing a gas mask or not. When she wears a gas mask, she is light-headed, hyperactive, silly, reckless, and hungry for sweets. That's the kind of person you could call a Candy. When she's not wearing a gas mask, she's Natsuko, who comes face to face with the reality that she's trying so hard to avoid behind the lens of the mask...

In the first illustration, Natsuko is pictured with Finley, a pyro of the Red team, which belongs to @cringefortress2

The second sketch shows her with her beloved engineer, Baxter.

Here my girl watches the sparklers, reminiscing about her childhood and her mother.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 ocs #tf2 fanart #tf2 mercs #tf2 pyro #tf2 pyro oc #my art #my oc art

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helloescapist · 8 months

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Apple-y Ever After | Najimi Osana

Word Count: 2256

Setting: Najimi Osana x gn!reader, pining

Content Warnings: SFW, fluff, short, little angst

Summary: The draw of an Autumn Festival always brings out the playful nature of Najimi, and this year, drawn by the tale of soulmates determined by apples, you find yourself into a plot to tease Tadano and Komi.

[image is not mine]

The tender warm scent of orange osmanthus met the sweet smell of yakiimo. The cool of smoke caught by light breezes, dragged into the walkways. The nostalgic scent teasing the noses of wouldbe buyers, drawing them to food stalls. Sweet potato vendors greeting them eagerly, the warmth of their product a satisfying relief from the chill of the season.

The occasional savory skewer of matsutake mushrooms, accompanied by delectable grilled meats. Candy venders mixed into the food stalls, all eager to peddle their snacks. Festival goers enthralled by the scenery. Elders warmed by their teas; families snuggled into their children as they appraised the venders. Knit closely together in an attempt not to lose one another amongst the crowd. Their close quarters drawing warmth to their features. Toy makers providing a variety of novelties, dragonflies, vibrant lanterns, coveted kites and sparklers. Small fingers that grasped eagerly for a prize, the call of games dragging older siblings to stalls. School age kids charmed by their peers, playful as the weaved through the crowds; their laughter harmonious amongst the masses. Warm hues of chestnuts touched by the smoke of the grills, a welcomed cozy greeting from the chill of the season. The touch of fall settling into the fading of the day, drawing not only the glow of lit festival lanterns overhead, but the small chill at your fingertips. Waves of oranges envied of persimmons, reds of rouge drawn from Japanese maple leaves, and the touch of golden leaves that settled to the ground. Touched the limited space between festival goer. The edging of ribbons dancing upon the autumn breeze. Bearing the wishes of inscribers, colorful in the dwindling hours. Edged together, pressed into one another. The draw of your nose, pink and chilled despite the awning of the stall. The touch of fabric, and waves offering only a small shelter of warmth.

The heat upon your cheeks not elicited by the warmth of the stall. The touch of playful banter ringing in your ears. The joy vibrant upon their cheeks, touched at the corner of gingerbread kissed eyes. Long eyelashes teased as their wide mouth released their series of chuckles. Mischievous as the pull of the back of their hand meeting the touch of their lips, feigning a hushed laugh. Not contained amongst the jovial atmosphere. The edges of their hair touched upon the high of their cheeks, the lavender drawing the growing rise of your blush. Najimi’s frisky behavior having drawn you out, guided by their own intentions. At the time, you had little understanding of why they would bring up *that* memory, threatened to expose you to classmates—it certainly seemed an unnecessary blackmail. You could think of a number of individuals who would seize the opportunity to accompany them on a date. So upon being coerced so roughly, the mention of childhood woes exposed to the light, you hadn’t fought tangle of Najimi’s overly familiar small hand that had nabbed your own. Dragged you to your bedroom, greeted your parents as though they were home themselves before plunging into your closet. Raided the contents of our wardrobe. Shameless remarks of how little style your selection offered. The touch of their overall short shorts lacking modesty, the twirl of their hips revealing that as always, their own clothing selection had been intentional. The light color complementary, the edge of their turtle neck long sleeve tucked underneath flirting at the draw of their neck. Their fashion choices drawing melancholy as their words inflicted invisible wounds. All well-meaning, hurtful regardless as they selected specific items. Long pants, touched upon ankle boots, and the relaxed touch of plaid. Comfortable, and breezy, Najimi’s teasing grin all too aware of how the chill often touched upon you. They insisted, they needed you dolled up—you were so pretty, but today, they needed you. So much so, that they had threatened blackmail—and outward confusion as to the way you had thrown them from your room to change.

You should have known better, this was Najimi Osana you were considering. Once again. Toyed against compliments, shuttering at thoughts of an rare outing together. Hinted about the intimacy implication, how they had assured you that they had no interludes—this time was secured for the two of you. You. Fool.

No, at the time, the decision had certainly seemed spontaenous as it often did when Osana was involved. The warm of their invitaiton touching your cheeks. They complimented you. Considered how much of you must be a masochist to bend to their will at a moment’s notice, or allow them to drag you to the festival. Fingers interlaced. The melancholy at your heart as you pressed a smile, all too aware that this was just the nature of your childhood friend. Playful. Familiar. Even if it elicited the blush upon your cheeks, or left your heart longing for inedible rejection. Yet, as you stood here now. The touch of Najimi’s hands upon your shoulders. Your knees collapsed to your chest. Their energy radiating as they shook your bones eagerly. The chill of the season fading from your view, as the brow drew upon your face. Face to face with the class queen, the beauty of her long eyelashes. Hair as black as the night sky, delicate features that would shame any doll, Komi’s eyes revealing her resolve. The touch of pink nothing compared to the horror Tadano’s expression revealed. The draw of his fingers to his mouth, shooing Najimi. Demanding they stop torturing Komi, insisting the apple tale had been nothing more than folk lore, and Najimi was just… well, being Najimi.

Your invitation settled into disappointment… You were not invited on a tryst. Of course not. It’s Najimi. Rather, you had been a pawn in their game, pitted against the class beauty the flicker of apple carvings revealing names as the floated in the barrel. Rolled upon the gentle shake of the water, the way Najimi shook your shoulders as though you were a ragdoll, your hands had leaned upon the wooden barrel for support. The stall keeper laughing joyously offering his support for Komi’s desires. The names, characters that had been etched into the skin of the apple upon Najimi dragging you to the stall. His warm voice detailing the apple folk lore. One born of European beliefs, secured amongst the orchard’s produce. His aged hands gently carving into the flesh of the fruit, the names he had been provided. Najimi quick to offer their own as well as Tadano’s, the man shared the tale of bobbing apples. To secure the apple upon your lips, the name revealed to reflect your soulmates. Najimi and Tadano’s own attempts having landed an apple prior to your own, thus eliciting Najimi’s challenge whether Komi’s apple would match. Your childhood friend’s prodding having pitted you against Komi despite the oblivious way Tadano tried to defer the showdown. You had fallen for Osana’s games, again. The touch of the wood between your fingertips. The ripple of the water beneath your grasp buzzing with the energy of the companion at your side, as well as the intimidating light of Komi’s eyes. Her eyelashes long and luminious as she willed herself to breath. The stall keeper beginning the countdown. You had been had. Again. Next time, you would urge your mother to reject their advances, regardless of what sweet compliments they paid her. Never again, you told yourself before sucking the cold air between your nostrils, the plunge of water shattered and cooled into your hair. As though the dropping temperatures of the season had been revealed beneath the surface of the water, faintly aware that Komi had targeted her apple. The snip of apple flesh between your teeth. The jerk of your head compulsory flinging water into the air as you grasped for breath. The fruit bruised and skewered by your bite. The chill of th temperature drawn at the ends of your hair. The droplets touched upon your bangs, hitting the high of your cheeks. Shuttered against your eyelashes. The praise of the shop keeper teasing and warm, edged his elbows against your short companion. The heat of the stall having touched upon Najimi’s complexion. Their eyes wide, revealing the warmth of caramel that they hiddened, their tongue just as sweet upon the way they averted their eyes from meeting with their own. Quick to push upon Tadano, demanding he pay the determined fee—“T-Tadano, you owe [FN] takoyaki,” they exclaimed. Quick to divert their attention. Pushing Tadano from the stall, the urge of their movements lost upon you. Whether Komi had procured the apple of her desires, you weren’t sure. Your eyes left to gaze upon the gentle flesh, the touch of golden yellow that had begun to set into the rose petal hue of the apple. The luster of the fruit caught between the lanterns, appraised between your fingertips. The melancholy that settled at your heart, the bashful retreat procured by the name carved into the apple.

Najimi.

The fall of your shoulders as your eyes traced the characters. The tremble of your lip. Stupid you told yourself with a sigh, all too aware of how flighty Najimi’s heart could be. Playful, and teasing, despite the care you had long since cultivated towards your childhood friend, you had been all too aware that the way in which they regarded you was of little significance. As familiar and embracing to others, you were just their friend. Reprimanded your daydreams aware of the way Komi’s eyes peeked at you through her bangs. The rise of panic settling in her chest, nearly vibrating in the way she regarded you. The splutter of vowels you could not comprehend. Shattered and anxious, her fingers fumbling. Rattled against keys, the realization of unease you had drawn in her, anxious and shattered. “Are you okay?,” typed against the phone keys.

“Y-yes,” you reassured her, delicate to regard her. What it was you were feeling--- you shouldn’t let it ruin Komi’s night. The small bit of pride in which she had faced the masses to join your excursion. It wasn’t fair to allow your disappointment to drag her down.

Forcing an uneasy smile. Told yourself to submerge the ache of your heart until you were home. Until you were in bed.. then you would allow yourself to cry. Ah, not that you had even been rejected, really to have been rejected would have meant that you had padded out of the friend zone if only for a moment… in which you had not. Nor did you suspect that anyone had ever done so with Osana, or if they in fact, had a zone outside of friends… did they even have enemies? Shaking the thoughts from your head, the touch of your bend of yoru back, attempting to bid the shop keeper farewell. His words reassuring, barely offered the time to express you ha—what you did not hear. The draw of fingers that interlaced between your own. Tugged backwards. Loud and expressive, demanding your attention as though a jealous child. “Say AAAAAAh!” Najimi demanded. The tray of Takoyaki decorated with hearts, over filled with toppings and sloshed upon the toothpick. Piping hot in the way they pressed the octopus to your lips. Dragging you fro the premises, enthusiastic to explore the festival.

The smile upon the shop keeper’s lips warm and knowing. The touch of age that had marked his whiskers. Many years spent sharing the tales of soulmates decided by the passing of the autumn fall. Etched into tradition, as well as the apples of the season. The passing of time having gifted him to witnessing a variety of relationships, and how they had progressed as time went on. Some couples clearly smitten in their early years, intertwine long before they had visited his stand. Others, bitter and snip at each other in their formative years, bound together and combative in their age, their children reflecting the same competitive nature. The passage of time had been the very reason he set up his festival stall every year. The growth of relationships, warmed and playful had provided him comfort over the years following the loss of his wife, such as the first year he had been coerced by a friend to set up shop.

His first costumers had been small children. Drawn by the promise of festival treats, playful as children often are. A noticeably timid child dragged along by their friend who expressed the utmost confidence in their skills. Dressed in flamboyant colors, the child’s voice had boomed despite their petite size. The touch of their lavender hair and their large smile had not faded from his memories. Nor had the way they had turned to their companion and declared that they would be the one to retrieve their friend’s apple--- they would show them! The desperate plop, struggle of water, and over enthusiasm. The tremble of their small frame, resolved. determined. Pressing their luck with each bob. The shopkeeper, had admittedly expressed concern for the child's future-- gambling was not the answer to a happy life. Though it had done little to shake the young one's resolve. It was though a fire had been lit in the child’s resolve as they attempted time and time again before proudly thrusting their secured apple into their friend’s face. Their laugh jovial, and loud. Proclaiming they would be together forever.

The memory eliciting a smile from the shop keeper as he watched you slip from view, once again dragged from his stall by your over enthusiastic friend. Still excited to tow you along, the affection slipping from your understanding. “Perhaps, I will see you again,” he whispered to the apples forgotten in your departure. Placed them snug against each other. Touched the edge of not quite rippened fruit together. THe touch of the flesh revealing that there was still some time to come, but in no time at all, the apples would be ripe and ready. Side by side.

Najimi Osana.

[FN, LN].

#komi can't communicate x reader #najimi osana x reader #osana najimi #komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #komi can't communicate fluff

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tanya-ch · 3 months

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!BONUS!

(Y!Atsushi and Y!Kyoka)

Sorry for the grammar, English is not my native language

Mini story with Atsushi and Keka-

Scenario: You are 15-16 years old here, you work in the police department and they are both platonic yanderes for you.

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-Hey, y/n! What about..

the guy paused a little and looked at Keku with a slightly uncertain look and continued:

-..go for a walk with us?

-...

At first you looked at him silently, as if in surprise, but then you asked a question.

-Right now?

It’s not that you didn’t have the strength or desire, it’s just that it’s been dark outside the window for a long time, and I won’t hide, I would also be afraid to walk along the streets that are illuminated only by lanterns and the eyes of strangers...

-Yes

As always, Izumi answered briefly and clearly, but a slight smile could be seen on her face.

You, looking a little more at the wall, smiled sincerely and went to get ready, almost falling along the way.

Keka and Nakajima just exchanged glances, it was Atsushi’s idea to go for a walk, but despite the fact that Keka was against it at first. Like “y/n might get sick,” she calmed down when she heard from the guy that they don’t need to take care of you so much, plus good an opportunity for you to be alone.

After you went outside, you walked for a long time, ate street food like taiyaki¹, and of course made various figures out of snow, although they were mainly made by Atsushi, and you, as a “great critic,” evaluated the sculpted animals. By the end, you already you yawned, and the sound of fireworks did not leave your ears for a second, which made you also a little tired.

And so, dozens of colorful fireworks explode in the sky, bright lights rush across the endless sky, on which new stars appear every second...

Suddenly Atsushi perked up when he noticed a slight heaviness on his shoulder. Looking sideways at you, he exhaled in relief, at the same time wondering whether you were sleeping or not. When he himself had almost closed his eyes, he heard Keki’s quiet voice.

-Y/n, you are like sparklers, you light up my heart even in the coldest winter..

She could be heard from the massive scarf she was wearing, but she knew that the tiger understood her.

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Eheh, not a planned and unsolicited chapter, I just wanted to write something for my drawing.

1-Tayaki (Japanese: 鯛焼き; baked sea bream) - Japanese fish-shaped cookies.

#bsd #bungou gay dogs #yandere #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #gn reader #yandere love #obsession #port mafia #kyouka izumi #anime #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs atsushi #my art #izumi bsd

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princess-of-the-corner · 4 months

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I was thinking on how there's been a couple movies where the dubbing of songs have not been done by the dubbing voice actor (the Ladybug movie and One Piece: Film Red), and suddenly remembered an episode from one of my favourite anime, Slayers.

To summarize as best I can, the main character, Lina Inverse, hears tell of some kind of amazing ritual magic in a nearby ruin. So the party heads out that way and, while competing with another group, manages to find it.

The instructions say that two girls (so Lina and the other girl in the party, Amelia wil Tesla Seyruun) have to put on a specific costume and do a song. And after a little while of the voice actors fumbling through the song, then starting to get the hang of it, Lina shouts "Now in Japanese!" and it switches over to the original Japanese voice track for the actual song.

Turns out that the "ritual magic" was actually just a song and dance routine, though it did magically summon confetti and sparklers at the conclusion, and the other group knew that, so Lina, in disappointed it wasn't some powerful magic, hands the stuff over to them.

Ha!

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morebedsidebooks · 1 year

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LGBTQ+ Characters in Comics from the 21st century I like

A few years back I did a post on LGBTQ+ characters in comics from the 20th Century I have a soft spot for. When it comes to the new millennium, the last two decades have seen an explosion of such comics and characters. So here is my short little follow up for the 21st century.

Jade

Starting off the new millennium the French comic series Djinn with Belgian writer Jean Dufaux, illustrated by Spanish artist Ana Miralles would run through three arcs for 15 years. I’ll never forget the first time during a comics exhibition I saw an absolutely captivating illustration of the character at the heart of the series, Jade. A fascinating, queer, and amoral enigmatic figure, Sultan’s favorite in the last years of the Ottoman Empire spoken of as a djinn who also seems the key to an immense treasure.

Fumi Manjôme

With little nods to Japanese girls’ literature and culture Sweet Blue Flowers by Japanese artist Takako Shimura is an enduring yuri series around high school girls and maturing. The shy lesbian Fumi and messy feelings are a major focus. Later adolescence can be an emotional time for anyone. Shimura softly explores when and how her characters mourn disappointments and disenchantment along with finding their identity.

Kevin Keller

Archie Comics were a staple of my childhood. The quintessential US slice-of-life comic focusing on a group of teenagers goes way back to 1941. However, the 21st century saw a reinvigoration of the Archie brand. Among the successes the gay Kevin Keller created in 2010 by US comic artist Dan Parent debuted in Veronica #202 and has since enjoyed huge popularity. Eventually, I was also drawn back as an adult reader with the gang grown up in the Life with Archie series. In 2012 Life with Archie #16 saw Kevin not only following in the footsteps of his dad as a soldier in the Army but marrying Dr. Clay Walker. Despite protests from bigoted groups the installment of the series would be another sold out hit earning Kevin the designation as “most important new character in Archie history.” Further a character that has also represented fighting the epidemic of gun violence in the US going on in the series to become a State Senator on the issue.

Richard III

Japanese artist Aya Kanno inspired by Shakespeare’s tetralogy Henry VI, Richard III and the famous 15th century War of the Roses in her series Requiem of the Rose King goes in a different direction, making her Richard intersex. Only the first of many choices in this girls’ comic which has also garnered attention from other well-respected artists. YMMV but the saga of this Richard has consistently been one of the more compelling examples over the last decade.

Lisa Williams and Ally Carter

Beginning as fetishistic illustrations and short strips by Croatian artist Stjepan Sejic (under a pseudonym) on DeviantArt, BDSM comic series Sunstone was a notable read for me in 2015. With genuine class and smart use of humour, the characters Lisa and Ally and their growing relationship are wonderfully relatable on many levels.

Ace

If you love the movie Grease but crave something 1950’s vintage queer the webcomic Rock and Riot by Chelsey Furedi might fit the bill. The cast is as wide and beautiful as a rainbow. Among the many teenage delinquent characters is the 17-year-old agender, asexual, demiromantic Ace. And founder of their own gang the Bandits and who definitely does things their own way.

Ionel

Another of the top titles from the 2010s I first came across the exquisite mystery webcomic Heart of Gold in the (now defunct) digital magazine Sparkler Monthly. The atmospheric ongoing series features Ionel a panromantic asexual pianist with albinism who is losing his sight and a gay priest Father Dunant who is known as a faith healer.

Milagro Villa

I’ve seen feathers, wings, and birds stand in for representations about abuse and trauma before. In the short comic Songbird For A Vulture US artist Naomi Franquiz does exactly that. Crafting one of the most poignant examples of an abuse survivor, found family, and healing included in Power & Magic The Queer Witch Comics Anthology.

Ed Fiedler and Lucardo von Gishaupt

Forgive me the terrible pun but I’m a sucker for vampires, especially the queer variety. Letters for Lucardo by Finnish artist Otava Heikkilä is a delightful erotic comic series with a romance between vampire Lucardo and the older Ed.

Ryô Watari

I’ve gone on about self-actualization in fashion before. Series Boys Run the Riot by Japanese artist Keiko Gaku acutely presents a comic about trans teenager Ryô building confidence, friendships, and a street fashion brand.

#lgbtq characters #lgbtq comics #favorite lgbtq characters #djinn comic #sweet blue flowers #life with archie #requiem of the rose king #sunstone comic #rock and riot #heart of gold #songbird for a vulture #letters for lucardo #boys run the riot

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instantchaossweets · 2 years

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🌸 Things of AOT you should know about by now 🌸

In an interview, Hajime Isayama stated that Hange Zoe does not have an official gender but leaves it to the reader's imagination.

According to a Japanese survey, more than half of the fans forgot that Armin also had a tragic past and that he is an orphan.

Levi was accidentally created when Isayama was scribbling ideas.

Reiner Braun's name is of Old Norse origin and means "the conciliatory warrior."

Historia Reiss is the only one of his family to be recognized by the people as the true royalty of the walls.

Aspects of Levi's design and his personality are based on Rorschach from Watchmen.

Isayama revealed that of all the veterans of the Recon Corps, Moblit is the one who consumes the most alcohol due to his "unfortunate" position (Hage's right hand).

In the anime, Eren's titanic form possesses a third eyelid common to predatory species. This can be seen when Eren blinks several times in episode 8. It is unknown if the titan possesses this feature in the manga.

The city layout in Shingeki no Kyojin is based on Nördlingen, Germany.

It is said that Isayama named Mikasa after an ocean-going ironclad ship of the Imperial Japanese Naval Force because of his belief that a series with female characters named after famous warships would be successful.

Levi has the title of “leader of the soldiers” (heishichō: usually translated as “Captain”) in the Recon Corps. However, his friends and subordinates often call him by a shorter title “lance corpo” (heichō). This has led to the belief that he is actually a lower-ranking soldier than he actually possesses.

The armored titan is based on Brock Lesnar, an American professional wrestler and former mixed martial arts fighter.

Annie uses Motai, the most brutal fighting style in the world.

Armin's birthday, November 3, is celebrated in Japan as Culture Day, a holiday that promotes study, culture, and fine arts.

The scene where Eren carries the rock to close the hole in Wall Rose is reminiscent of the Greek titan Atlas, who carries the celestial sphere on his shoulders.

Ymir spent 60 years as an original titan and did not age a day until she regained her human form. This suggests that she is physically and mentally 17 years old, but her chronological age is between 70-80 years old.

At 6'5" (196 cm), Mike was the tallest human character of all.

Marco's birthday is June 16, ironically it's the middle of the year and when he died only half of his body appeared.

The flare gun, or smoke gun in Shingeki no Kyojin, are like catapults with needles. Sparklers are paint stored in a can under high pressure. When the trigger is pulled, a needle hits the can, causing the pressure to be released and the shot to be sprayed, leaving paint in its path.

Eren's name comes from Turkish culture. Its exact meaning is “one who progresses and attains divine maturity and sacred wisdom”.

#snk #snk levi #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #erwin smith #eren #mikasa #annie #armin #aot #ymir fritz #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren jeager

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japanindies-casezuki · 1 year

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"NOMELON NOLEMON / 線香金魚 Official Music Video"

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The music video by Japanese pop unit NO MELON NO LEMON, titled "SENKO"KINGYO(線香金魚). Starring MINA.

NOMELON NOLEMON is a duo music unit consisting of composer "ツミキ(Tsumiki)" and vocalist "みきまりあ(Mikimaria)".

Tsumiki is a Vocaloid P who has created many Vocaloid songs, including "Phony".

Mikimaria is also active as a singer-songwriter. She is also a member of Prasonika, which produced artists such as Rira Ikuta (ikura of YOASOBI) and Nishina.

SENKO KINGYO is a coined word by this artist that combines sparklers(SENKO HANABI) and goldfish(KINGYO), both of which represent the ephemeral nature of an ending summer.

This music video is the acting debut of "未菜(mina)", who used to be active in the idol group BiS under the name Chantmonkee.

mina says

"There are blue and red costumes. When I was blue, I still didn't know what I wanted to do, so I listened to music, read books, took pictures, and did many other things. In the end, the main character started his camera career when he turned 23, and returned to Nagasaki for the first time in a long time to feel nostalgic for his hometown. In the MV, the 23-year-old main character confronts his 18-year-old self, who is a bit rugged."

#bis #未菜 #youtube #yoasobi #music video

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mlwritersguild · 2 years

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Start a story with “I need a place to stay.”

maybe shake a tambourine, by noirshitsuji

AO3 link; POV Félix Graham de Vanily/Félix Fathom, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adrien Agreste Runs Away, Félix 'Fundamentally Frustrated' Fathom, Family Feels, Referenced Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug As Ladybug

Summary:

Felix looks at his cousin, sometimes. Looks and wonders. The silver ring he’d taken to wearing a couple of years ago is gone.

But the Adrien he’s known since childhood isn’t there either, and, much as Felix would like to attribute the tapping he’s noticed his fingers do every time Adrien doesn’t answer one of his questions to annoyance, he knows it’s truly because he feels unnerved by it all.

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“I need a place to stay.”

Adrien says this in English, not French. Felix, in opposition to any kind of fraternal instinct he may be hypothesised as (or blamed for not) possessing, grips the doorframe a bit tighter to himself.

“You should’ve sent a message.”

“You know he listens in on my phone,” his cousin replies, not missing a beat, and his eyes haven’t left Felix’s yet. Adrien doesn’t like holding eye contact for that long. Not when he’s asking for help.

Felix opens the door wide.

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There are calls in the next few days. His mother deflects all questions, letting the appropriate amount of distress seep into her voice, the appropriate amount of futile consolations and dignified groveling (which is how he knows his uncle is on the line and not Nathalie Sancoeur). There is one visit from Ladybug, and none from Chat Noir. When Felix asks Ladybug how her partner is, she says ‘fine’ in that distinct tone of voice people have when the truth is ‘I don’t know’.

Felix looks at his cousin, sometimes. Looks and wonders. The silver ring he’d taken to wearing a couple of years ago is gone.

This, in turn, makes him actually annoyed, nearly as much as Adrien and his mother’s whispering behind closed doors. Felix suspects it has to do with something else he suspects about his uncle. He cannot seem to make the final connection, though, another annoyance in an ever-growing arsenal.

There is one call that isn’t like the rest, mostly because it rings on Felix’s phone and not his mother’s or the house phone (Adrien had discarded his and had started operating with a new one; Felix and his mother had powered up some back-ups of their own to contact him), and because it is not somebody that Felix even thought could have his number.

“I believe we have a mutual friend at your school,” Kagami Tsurugi says, and Felix believes her for a fraction of a second before she adds, “and I was hoping you could give him a message from me?”

Felix agrees, and Kagami dictates to him how to transliterate the Japanese phrase she gives him. “He’s not fluent,” she says, “but I did teach him enough for him to understand it,” and, with little further pleasantries, hangs up.

When Felix gives Adrien the note, he watches his cousin grip the piece of paper at one corner in the same way he’d handled sparklers as a kid at New Year’s: as if the flitting bits of flame would burn off his face. His expression turns blank as his eyes scan and rescan the short sentence, evidently putting together its meaning, and by the end of it it’s completely closed off in a way Felix doesn’t remember ever seeing.

“Couldn’t have been that unfriendly, now, could it,” he says, then realises he’s tapping his fingers against his thigh again. Blast it all.

Adrien shakes his head so slowly it almost looks like a cat stretching its neck. “No, not unfriendly. Kagami’s just very blunt sometimes. Like you.”

“By which you mean correct?”

A smile - small and see-through like origami paper. “Yes. Correct.”

He doesn’t elaborate any more than that. Felix keeps tapping his fingers, and keeps his cursing to himself.

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The first thing Adrien does is find a job.

Luckily for him, being a star young model in France had involved a sufficient amount of photo alteration that, supplanted by a hair-colour change, had meant his being virtually unrecognisable once his hair had turned chestnut brown under their sink. Felix still thinks it’s a stupid risk to take vis-a-vis his cousin’s aim to avoid discovery, but he’s not going to tell him that. He’s only going to indirectly but pointedly insult his intelligence for it.

Adrien, continuing to be completely not-himself, rolls his eyes and doesn’t argue, just trudges himself up on Tuesday and Thursday mornings for opening shifts at the Costa he works in in Elephant and Castle and comes back in the evenings on Mondays and Fridays after he closes, and Felix does point out how he doesn’t technically need to earn money, to which the answer is:

“If he finds out where I am and that he has to settle a debt with my aunt, I will genuinely be in big trouble.”

You already are, Felix thinks, what does it matter, but then he realises that what Adrien is actually saying is that this is temporary and I’m sorry and I need a little bit of courage, just a tiny bit of rest and that he’s right, and Felix’s uncle’s idea of honour would absolutely include a clause against relying on family when needing any of these things. So, he lets it go and keeps leaving Adrien’s meals out covered for when he comes back late and doesn’t dine with them (insisting they don’t wait for him) and lets him believe it’s Felix’s mother that’s doing it.

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One day, Adrien doesn’t come back home alone.

There’s a small black blob on his shoulder that has yellow eyes and a surprisingly ferocious bite when Felix’s mother reaches for it.

“His name is Crép,” Adrien says, “short for crépuscule, not as in crêpe.”

Felix can’t help but snort at that, but stops in his tracks when he sees his cousin smile - really smile, and suddenly he realises it’s the first time it hasn’t been forced in the weeks he’s been with them.

“It’s the mark of an adult to name a pet the way a child would and call it clever,” Felix says, and this time, Adrien laughs.

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Felix’s mother doesn’t try to convince Adrien to go back. Felix finds himself believing her when she tells him she has little more idea about Adrien’s reasons than Felix himself does (though that may well be false either because she is, in fact, finagling slightly, or because she doesn’t realise the extent of Felix’s own suspicions), but as August slowly comes to a close and the rentrée season begins, Felix begins to count the days down until she finally breaks and asks Adrien to talk. She must; there is no other way.

He isn’t disappointed.

“Adrien, darling,” she starts one afternoon over tea, thumb tracing the rim of her cup. Adrien puts his down immediately. “I realise there may be things you are yet unwilling to share, but it is my duty to ask you: what are your long-term plans? The school year is nearly here, and despite your humility I know that your dream isn’t to be a barista.”

Adrien smiles from where he’s sitting on the couch, then leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. Felix starts tapping his fingers again.

His cousin turns his face towards the sun shining down on him from the window.

“Why, there are worse things than being a barista, Aunt Amelie. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be going back to Paris this weekend. I only stayed so long because I know London doesn’t usually enjoy this much sun during summer, but it all ends on Saturday, I think.”

“Climate change gets to us all in the end,” Felix says on reflex, succeeding in making his cousin chortle.

It’s a favour: Adrien gets to pretend his voice hadn’t broken at the end of his last sentence, and Felix gets to pretend that he can’t see a tear track on the side of his cousin’s face that’s turned away from Amelie.

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The day Adrien has to catch the Eurostar back, the weather forecast’s prediction turns out wrong. They ride the DLR and then the Northern Line into St Pancras, but that doesn’t save them from getting wet between their home and Cutty Sark.

Felix’s mother looks towards the outpour outside as they emerge from the escalators inside the station. “I hope the weather in Paris is better. Have you called ahead? Is anyone picking you up?”

“I figured it’d be better if I had a conversation with my father in private first,” Adrien says as he takes advantage of the lack of pressed up bodies around them to shake off water from his umbrella. “Not that he’d come personally either way, but I would rather not face Nathalie and the Gorilla first. He doesn’t know I was with you, either.”

“Oh, let him know. I can handle him,” Amelie says, shaking her head.

Felix side-eyes her, but says nothing. She is not looking at him, and it feels like it’s on purpose.

Uncle Gabriel might figure it out regardless, Felix thinks as Adrien explains how he’ll throw away his ticket after he arrives at Gare du Nord, but takes solace in the knowledge that Adrien’s father may not be moved to act without conclusive evidence. Yet.

Felix’s mother shakes her head again, and he reaches out to tap down a few stray strands of hair. She shoots him a smile before looking back at Adrien and saying, “I hope you have a safe journey. Let me know you’ve returned safely.”

Adrien nods. “You will likely be informed anyway, but I will do my best to talk to you myself.”

He pauses, then adds, “Of course, you could use this as an excuse to visit. Nephew and cousin miraculously returned and all of that.”

“We will,” Amelie says at the same time as Felix does, “The school year is starting and my schedule is very busy.”

Adrien snorts and jostles his arm in a manner that is so bizarrely reminiscent of childhood that Felix does, in fact, take a step back.

“Come have a weekend-long study session with me, then,” he replies, and after a few more words of goodbye, Felix and his mother stand and watch him fade into the crowd as he heads towards the Eurostar queue.

“He’ll be alright,” Felix’s mother says, and, though he would never admit it, he knows that it is as effective a reassurance for her as it is for him.

#ml writers guild #ml writers guild requests #noirshitsuji #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #mlb #miraculous #adrien agreste #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #amelie graham de vanily #kagami tsurugi #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

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