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maritessa · 9 days

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Love, Laughter, and Lipstick: A Recipe for Romance (Maybe)

Katsuya and Maya, despite dating for months now, are finally going on their overdue first date. Everyone's excited except Katsuya doesn't really have a lot of experience in dating so he goes to his little brother, Tatsuya for help.

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Tatsuya was minding his own business, solving a Rubik's Cube on the dining table when he heard a plate plopped in front of him. He looked away from his toy and saw that his brother, Katsuya, had placed a huge portion of medium-rare ribeye steak before him.

Tatsuya was apprehensive by the sudden appearance of his favorite meal. He looked up at his brother, who had a small smile on his face, and raised a brow. Tatsuya didn't trust the whole situation and demanded an explanation but Katsuya didn't seem to catch the signals he was trying to send.

“Okay, just, tell me what you want,” Tatsuya sighed.

“Excuse me?” Katsuya answered, taken aback by the unexpected response. He was looking forward to seeing his brother excited over the fancy meal he prepared.

Tatsuya pushed back his hair and shook his head. “Whenever you ‘feel like making steak’, you want to ask me for something. Just tell me what it is.”

Katsuya awkwardly coughed and looked away from his little brother. It was true that he needed Tatsuya for something but he didn't realize that there was a pattern to his actions. He scratched the back of his head to brush the slight embarrassment of his predictability away.

“So?” Tatsuya tilted his head to the side.

“Well…” Katsuya inhaled before continuing. “Amano-kun and I finally have the opportunity to go out on a date soon….”

Tatsuya rolled his eyes but Katsuya ignored his reaction to continue, “... and I wanted to ask for some advice. Where do you take Jun-kun when you go on dates?”

Tatsuya gave his brother a skeptical side-eye and rudely pointed his fork at his brother. “Before that, you're aware that Jun is male, right? He may look beautiful but he's a man.”

“Yes, he is a nice boy.” Katsuya nodded, unsure as to why Tatsuya felt the need to put emphasis on the obvious.

“So if you want to know where to take a woman, it would be better to ask a woman.”

“I did think of that but I thought it would be inappropriate to talk about my dating life with a female co-worker.” Katsuya sighed deeply.

When he and Maya started dating, Katsuya picked up the habit of calling Maya when his shift ended. He would update her on how his day went and he'd tell her his plans that night. When his co-workers questioned the sudden spike of his phone calls, he honestly answered their queries.

“I was just informing my lover that my work for the day is done,” Katsuya replied seriously.

The whole room went silent and everyone turned to look at Katsuya. Katsuya wasn't sure but he thinks he saw the chief drop his cup of coffee.

“You have… you have a girlfriend, Katsuya-san?” A brave female co-worker spoke up. All of the other women in the room leaned in closer.

“Yes.” Katsuya blushed at the rare opportunity to directly call Maya his ‘girlfriend’ which caused everyone in the room to gasp in shock.

Katsuya felt a chill down his spine when he witnessed more than half of the room taking in a deep breath.

“Katsuya-san!!!” His junior called out to him. “It's unfair for you to get a girlfriend when you're always working so seriously!!!”

“I suppose it is inappropriate for me to discuss such matters in the workplace. Very well, thank you for correcting me.” Katsuya patted the shoulder of his junior and packed up his items.

Unbeknownst to him, the whole female population of the office was cursing his junior for not letting him spill more details. Just who was that amazing woman who broke Katsuya's walls?!

Katsuya remembers the discomfort he felt for a whole week after that revelation. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched.

“I thought of asking Serizawa-kun but she might tell Amano-kun about my plans and I want it to be a surprise.” Katsuya continued enumerating his missed options.

“Baofu has experience with women but who's to say he wouldn't tell his Serizawa-kun about our discussion.

“I also thought about asking Mother but... I just can't get the courage to actually go through with it…”

Tatsuya nodded. As much as he hated being subject to the conversation, he can't imagine allowing their mother to help plan Katsuya's first date. He could imagine the whole household being involved in planning this date since his brother never really showed interest in romance before he went out with Maya.

“So, I'm your only choice, huh?” stated Tatsuya bluntly as he took a bite on his steak.

“Yes, so please just answer me honestly,” Katsuya pleaded.

Tatsuya closed his eyes and pondered. “We walk around fields and gardens.. Sneak into each other's schools? I take him on motorcycle rides….”

“What do you do?”

“Nothing really.” Tatsuya shrugged. “Just hang out.”

Katsuya raised a brow at his brother and leaned in as if he was doing an interrogation.

“Are you sure you're treating Jun-kun well?” Katsuya asked in a stern tone.

The sharp “Ha?” rolled out of Tatsuya’s tongue almost instantaneously. He was clearly offended by the accusation. “We're in different schools so we don't have time to meet in the first place. When I get to Kasugayama, it's already late.

“Besides, Jun doesn't fare well in crowds and he prefers looking at the flowers. He talks non stop whenever we go to the gardens and they change their decorations seasonally so we go there frequently. There was one time I did try to surprise him by bringing him to a floral-themed cafe but he got scouted by multiple modeling agencies when I left him to go to the restroom. He felt uncomfortable so I don't think we'll be going back to the city any time soon…”

As Tatsuya rambled on, Katsuya couldn't help but feel his face heat up at the extremely rare sight of his brother making a soft and gentle expression. He hasn't seen such a small yet pure smile from Tatsuya in a long time. Katsuya couldn't help but hold his breath.

“What, huh, why am I talking to you about this?!” Tatsuya blushed, realizing how much he blabbered about his boyfriend and to his brother, no less. Katsuya looked away as a form of respect.

“Anyway,” Tatsuya coughed sheepishly. “Just take Maya-nee anywhere as long as you can talk.”

“I can't do that.” Katsuya shook his head. “I'm worried about haphazardly choosing a place she might not like.”

“I don't think Maya-nee is the type of person to be picky about these types of things.”

“I won't deny that but she's an editor for a teen magazine. I'm sure she's been to all of the trendy places and she's tried all of the best food in Sumaru.” Katsuya felt the need to put emphasis on Maya's love for food and Tatsuya nodded, understanding where his brother's concerns were coming from.

“Then…” Tatsuya took another bite from his steak, consuming about three-fourths of the meal. “Why not just bring her some of your cooking?”

“What do you mean?” Katsuya asked, surprised by the suggestion.

“If you want something she's never had then you can just make her one of your cakes or something.”

“That's true….” Katsuya rubbed his chin, already crafting a recipe at the top of his head.

“Can I compete with a professional's baking though….” Katsuya sighed to himself.

“Didn't you wanna be a patissier?” Tatsuya said as he took his last bite of his steak. “Are you telling me you had that dream while being such a wimp? After feeding me hundreds of cakes against my will?”

“... Okay,” Katsuya smiled. “I suppose I do want to share that side of me with Amano-kun.”

Tatsuya dropped his fork on his empty plate and whispered a “thank you for the food” under his breath. He stood up and headed for the door.

“I gotta say I didn't expect to have this conversation with you,” said Tatsuya, looking back at his brother. “I'll ask Jun if he has other ideas.”

Tatsuya left the room but not before he could hear his brother reply with a “thanks”.

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“Katsuya-san, good evening!” Jun greeted Katsuya as he entered the living room. Behind him stood Tatsuya who had two helmets under both of his arms.

Katsuya looked up from his laptop and smiled. “Jun-kun, how have you been?”

Jun deftly removed his shoes and sat on the sofa opposite of Katsuya. Tatsuya left the room to leave his and Jun’s belongings in his room.

“I'm okay. I heard from Tatsuya that you and Maya-nee are going on your first date soon?” Jun said excitedly. Jun doesn't typically get this excited but seeing Katsuya fretting about making Maya happy made him feel like he had some sort of solidarity with Katsuya. Outside of Katsuya being his boyfriend's brother, of course.

“Yeah, yes….” Katsuya responded, surprised by Jun’s enthusiasm. “I've been asking Tatsuya for advice but I haven't gotten a full idea on what to do yet.”

“That's alright.” Jun smiled. “Planning the date is part of the fun of it.”

Before Katsuya could continue their exchange, Tatsuya entered the room again and patted Jun on the head to grab his attention.

“Jun, what do you want to drink?” Tatsuya asked, slightly ruffling Jun’s hair.

“Hm....” Jun closed his eyes in thought. “Peach tea please!”

Tatsuya nodded and walked off to check the options they had in the refrigerator. Of course there was water; Oolong tea; Pocari Sweat that Katsuya stores in case someone gets sick; milk but it's mostly for Katsuya’s baking; apple juice; and his mom’s aloe vera juice. No peach tea.

“Jun, I don't think we have Peach tea.” Tatsuya sighed, slightly disappointed at how unprepared he was to accommodate Jun's tastes.

“Oh, that's fine. I'm good with just water then.” Jun replied, noticing the change in Tatsuya’s mood.

“No, no.” Tatsuya shook his head. “I'll go out and buy some right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm. I'll take the bike so it'll be quick.” As he was saying this, Tatsuya grabbed his keys from the table.

“Okay, thanks Tacchi! Stay safe, it's dark out.”

Katsuya flinched at the use of his brother’s childhood nickname but Tatsuya nodded and went up the stairs to get his helmet again. Jun did nothing and simply smiled at Katsuya while staring at him. Katsuya couldn't help but feel self-conscious about Jun’s gaze so he tried to strike up a conversation.

“You came straight from school, right?” Katsuya said sheepishly.

“Yes. Tatsuya picked me up.” Jun said blankly and went back to staring at Katsuya. It was silent between them so you could clearly hear Tatsuya yelling “where did I put my wallet?!” from his room, along with the rustling of his items.

“Are your parents okay with this?” Katsuya asked.

“Yes. They know Tatsuya and you're here so it's okay.” Jun replied.

…..

…......

….........

Once again the conversation died and it killed Katsuya inside. What happened to the enthusiasm Jun showed earlier?! Why did he kill the conversation immediately?

“I found my wallet, I'm leaving now!” Tatsuya yelled out from the front door and slammed it shut. Shortly, the sound of his motorcycle driving off could be heard at a distance.

“Okay, we have time to talk without Tatsuya so you can be honest with me, Katsuya-san.” Jun’s enthusiasm returned.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Katsuya asked, unsure about Jun’s sudden change in demeanor.

“I knew Tatsuya would go out to buy some tea for me so I picked one that's hard to find.” Jun smiled widely. “The stores near here are out of stock.”

Katsuya wasn't sure on how to feel about Jun’s scheming but he could see where the boy was coming from. His brother did seem a bit avoidant when it came to discussing his experiences on romance so Jun was right to buy them time to discuss.

“Tatsuya's shy about these things so it'll be a bit hard to discuss your date in front of him,” said Jun as if he had read Katsuya’s thoughts.

“Wow Jun-kun, you really thought about this.” Katsuya nodded his head in amazement. He couldn't help but admire Jun’s foresight on the whole matter.

“Of course! This is a very important day for you and Maya-nee which is also why I brought someone else who can help.” Jun exclaimed as he stood up from his seat.

Katsuya tilted his head to the side, wondering who this surprise guest could be.

Jun knocked on the front door and shouted, “Okay! You can come in now!”

“Is the stage ready!” A deep voice yelled from the other side.

Jun rolled his eyes and turned to Katsuya. “Sorry Katsuya-san, this will be quick.”

Jun turned off the lights and pulled out a flashlight.

“It's ready now!”

Suddenly, the door busted open and there stood a tall figure, his right hand draped over his face, his left arm hugging his body, and his left foot was on a tiptoe. Jun pointed the beam of light at the door and revealed that it was none other than Eikichi “Michel” Mishina from Gas Chamber in their presence. The surprise guest swaggered his way to the living room, with a beat on his step, and his chest puffed out. Of course, Jun’s flashlight followed his every move.

“The Great Michel is here to save the day,” Eikichi pulled out a blue rose from his breast pocket and posed in front of an extremely lost and confused Katsuya.

Jun clapped his hands and Eikichi returned the flower prop to his best friend. Katsuya and Eikichi have met before, once or twice. Maybe even three times if you count Katsuya breaking up fights Kasugayama High students started in the streets. Okay, maybe three is a bit too humble. Probably about five times. Still, Eikichi didn't seem to be fazed by this fact and he turned the lights back on by his own will.

“Since Michel is seeing a woman I thought it would be good to have his opinion too.” Jun explained, seeing Katsuya’s blank expression.

“Leave it to me. The ladies always scream when they see me in the flesh,” Eikichi winked.

Katsuya was stunned beyond belief. He always saw Jun as a proper, shy, and soft-spoken boy; the complete opposite of his brother. He figured that Jun was an honor student who hung out with grade-conscious individuals and listened to classical music. He didn’t expect the former Head Boss of Kasugayama High to be his friend and for Jun to go along with Eikichi’s antics.

He pinched the skin in between his eyebrows and sighed out loud, “I can't believe I'm asking high school students about my love affairs... Is this appropriate?”

“It'll be fine, Katsuya-san! Michel is a good guy and he always helps people out.” Jun vouched for his best friend.

“That's right. Come on, Katsubro. What do you have planned out so far?” Eikichi plopped himself next to Jun on the couch opposite of Katsuya’s.

“I'll bake her a cake,” Katsuya replied, ignoring the fact that Eikichi just called him ‘Katsubro’.

“I heard from Tacchi that you make really good cakes.” Jun nodded seriously. “I think that's a great idea.”

“He really thinks so?” Katsuya asked. “He usually complains when I bake….”

“Really? The only complaint I got was the amount of cakes….”

“That sounds like a good plan. Ladies do like it when men are good in the kitchen.” Eikichi gave Katsuya a thumbs up. “What do you want to make her feel on this date anyway?”

“I want to surprise her. I want her to have a memorable date.” Katsuya answered firmly.

“Memorable, huh….” Eikichi muttered, closing his eyes to think.

“That’s pretty hard to narrow down, Katsuya-san…” Jun rested his head on his hand. “I remember all of my dates with Tatsuya.”

“Well, I especially want her to see me in a different light. Maybe to see me a bit more as someone cooler….” Katsuya blushed at his own words. He couldn’t believe he still had such childish desires.

“I got it.” Eikichi lightly tapped his palm with a closed fist at the thought of this idea. “The best way for men to show their cooler side is to have a gap between their personality and their image.”

Jun and Katsuya didn’t really follow Eikichi’s train of thought. They both looked at Eikichi with expectant eyes, waiting for him to elaborate further. At that moment, Katsuya felt like maybe Eikichi does know what he’s talking about.

“I mean… Okay, so this comes from experience.” Eikichi put a disclaimer and also a small bit of his credential to talk about this topic. “But, as you can see, I am a very handsome, cool, man of mystery.”

“Uhuh.” Jun nodded. Katsuya didn’t react to Eikichi’s words.

“Miyabi tells me that she likes it when I tell her about my troubles because you don’t really see my sensitive side from how I look.” Eikichi continued. “Men look the coolest when they show a side of them that you wouldn’t typically see.

“I mean, I don’t know, I don’t really look at guys that way. What do you think, Jun?” Eikichi pointed at Jun who was nodding along to Eikichi’s words the whole time.

“Hmm…. I suppose the memories that have impacted me the most are of that nature. One of my favorite things about Tacchi is that he brings me new flowers to put in my breast pocket.” Jun took out the Lily of Incas from his pocket and showed it to the group. “He puts so much thought in the meanings too, this one means that there’s such a strong connection between two people that it can’t be put into human language.”

“Woah, I definitely didn’t expect that from Tatsuya. So, that’s why you’ve been bringing different flowers?” Eikichi unconsciously raised his voice at the realization.

“Yeah,” Jun giggled to himself. “Can you imagine him going to the florist’s alone?”

“Should I bring flowers to Amano-kun then?” Katsuya cut the conversation.

“That’s a good idea, I’m sure she’ll be happy!” Jun cheered.

“It is a good idea but, the thing is Katsubro, I think that’s not surprising for you.” Eikichi interjected. “You have this impression of being serious and traditional, y’know? Flowers aren’t really the most surprising things to bring on a date.”

Katsuya saw where Eikichi was coming from. To be fair, he was planning to bring Maya a bouquet of flowers even before their conversation. Isn’t it something a gentleman should naturally do?

“We can have a different approach.” Jun spoke up. “What about changing the way you call her?”

“Oooh, that’s pretty forward. I like that,” Eikichi chuckled heartily. “Why are you still calling her ‘Amano-kun’ anyway? It sounds so…. old.”

Katsuya swallowed the lump in his throat at Eikichi’s words. Has Maya been seeing him as old this whole time?! He didn’t want to change the way he addressed her because it seemed disrespectful. But if it made Katsuya seem old then, that’s just unacceptable.

“Yes! Why don’t you try calling her Maya?” Jun suggested with a huge smile on his face.

Katsuya tried to say her name.

Maya.

Two syllables. Two vowels. Two consonants.

Maya.

It’s so simple but how come everytime Katsuya tried to blurt out her name, he felt a heat rushing up his face?

“I, I don’t think I can do it that suddenly.” Katsuya said with bated breath.

“What? Dude, if you can’t say it now how will you say it to her face?” Eikichi voiced out seriously.

Katsuya had no response to that.

“I know! Let’s practice!” Jun stood up and got closer to Katsuya.

“Yeah!” Eikichi followed behind Jun. “Let’s get into character, let’s change up your look so it’s even more surprising!”

Before Katsuya could protest, the two Kasugayama boys had pulled him out of his seat. Eikichi pulled out a bag and brought out several outfits that Katsuya could only wear in his nightmares. He tried to refuse them but the combined power of Eikichi’s physical strength and height added to Jun’s sweet disposition and his polite insistence was just hard to fight against. Katsuya didn’t really expect the destructive power these two best friends brought to the table but now that he’s subject to it, he wished he was at least a bit more mentally prepared.

A few minutes had passed and Tatsuya returned from the store with a 1-liter bottle of Peach Tea on hand. Before he could open the door he could hear loud noises from inside but he couldn’t make out the words they were saying.

“I’m back. Sorry, I took a while.” Tatsuya placed the plastic bag on the console table at the entryway. “But I got the brand that you liked, Jun.”

“Come on! Just say it, you’re already armored up!” Eikichi encouraged Katsuya.

“You can start with a ‘Maya-san’ if her first name is too intimidating. Anything to make you feel more comfortable,” Jun suggested, trying to ease Katsuya’s nerves.

“I think the first issue is the clothes, Jun-kun,” Katsuya whimpered.

Tatsuya had just entered his home but the first thing he saw was his brother’s face painted in clown white face paint; he had a heavy smokey eye; the thinnest eyebrows painted on a person; a bold blue lip; a graphic tee with the words "Fuck the Police" printed in the chiller font; a torn up denim vest; ripped skinny jeans; and 6 inch platform boots. Katsuya could barely stand.

All that to say, they’ve cursed his brother. His boyfriend and one of his closest friends. The two didn’t even seem to be aware of their crimes; they were happily cheering for him and pressuring him into saying something.

Tatsuya briskly walked up to the two best friends and pulled them by the collar. The two immediately went silent and looked at Tatsuya with wide-set eyes. They honestly forgot about the possibility of him returning. Katsuya could’ve sworn that he saw a halo above his little brother’s head at that moment. He knew his brother was always a good boy but at that moment? Literal saint.

“Jun, I asked you for help with my brother’s date,” Tatsuya said in a terrifyingly soft tone. “You said Eikichi would be able to give good advice so we brought him here too. I didn’t want to but since you said he would be great, I believed in you.”

“I did give good advice!” Eikichi argued.

“Okay, so tell me why you made my brother look like a cursed clown.” Tatsuya snarked.

“Hey!” Eikichi lightly hit Tatsuya on his arm.

“We just gave him some of Eikichi’s clothes… To wear on the date….” Jun tried to reason.

Tatsuya rubbed his temples, picked up Katsuya’s former clothes from the coffee table, and tossed it in Katsuya's direction. He bobbed his head to gesture for Katsuya to go and change his outfit.

“Let’s take it seriously this time and not get carried away, okay?” Tatsuya directed with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“We did take it seriously! What do you mean-” Eikichi declared but immediately stopped on his tracks after seeing Tatsuya’s sharp glare.

“Sorry, Tacchi. I guess we got too excited.” Jun pulled on Tatsuya’s sleeve.

Tatsuya sighed and sat down on the closest couch. He knew if those two got together, it would only result in nothing but chaos. He silently apologized to his brother for not following his intuition and exposing him to the raw power of the Kasugayama students.

#katsumaya #tatsujun #eikichi x miyabi #katsuya suou #maya amano #tatsuya suou #jun kurosu #eikichi mishina #miyabi hanakouji #persona 2 #persona 2 eternal punishment #persona 2 innocent sin #persona #fanfic #fic #fanart

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stuffieplaydateinc · 5 months

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{ 📌 } Hello and welcome! 🍰

Welcome to the blog! I will write agere fics! I do have an account dedicated to a similar concept, but that didn't include agere specifically. Plus that blog is making me lose motivation writing everytime I look at it (half jokingly) so I hope I can deliver good agere fics now and then on this one. Below the undercut I will tell you what I will write, what I won't write, and my DO-NOT-INTERACTS

I will write anything that is fictional stories! So this includes agere comfort, scenarios, etc. I will write CG!(insert character) x reg!(insert character) or CG!(insert character) x petreg!(insert character). I will also do CG!(insert character) and reg!reader / CG!Reader x reg/petreg!(insert character), etc. I will happily write fics of a cg character and a reg character from the same show. Example: Regressor!Miles and CG!Peter.B. yk them being canon characters.

I will also write (MAYBE ANGST, depending the situation—). Comfort, fluff, sfw, so on..

What I will NOT write: nsfw, petplay, age play, suggestive scenes, heavy angst (the characters die, heavy injury, etc). I will never write NSFW or smut! This isn't what this account is about. Plus this account is run by a minor!

Fandoms I will write for! ; host club ouran high school, MHA/BNHA, Inuyasha, ATLA, Trigun Stampede, south park (teenager years), Naruto, rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles, red dead redemption 2, GTA5, the amazing digital circus, the owl house, Sally face, stranger things, soul eater, Lego Monkie kid, legend of Zelda, DC comics, helluva boss, adventure time, genshin impact, Pokemon, ok ko, HxH, Toilet bound hanako kun, Demon slayer, chainsaw man, resident evil, etc.

You can request anything outside of the fandoms I've written above, but these are na option to choose from, and what I will write for if nothing is requested

⚠️ DO NOT INTERACT LIST ⚠️

DNI if you are : nsfw, kink, "sfw kink", map/pedo, Zoos, Pro/comshipper, bigotry (homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableist, etc), age play (including Ddlg, ddlb, mdlg, mdlb, etc. Just don't interact.), Incest, weirdos.

Extra notes! If you request anything, please be specific with what you ask/want! For example give me a scenerio or tell me something that may be leading up to the point or something that happens during or after. And please be specific with the gender if you ask for a reader fic. If this isn't specified I will automatically make the refer neutral or nonbinary. You can include wether the reader be fem!, Masc!, Neu!, Genderfluid!, Etc. Just please be specific on a gender!

❌ bad ask example: can you make a hxh agere fic? (Even though it isn't directly bad, I can't go off of a sentence to go off of. I prefer if it was specified so I know WHAT to write.

✅ good ask example: can you write a masc!reader with CG!Leon from resident evil? The reader is sick and regresses so Leon takes care of them (this is more specified and something I can work with it)

#agere blog #x reader #agere fic #sfw agere #fandom agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #caregiver fic #x platonic #agere community #age regression #antis dni #endos dni #dni proship #dni criteria #pinned post #pinned info #reqs open #requests open

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nex-u · 4 months

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Realizing that there are many Enstars AUs you can make by throwing Enstars characters into other media

[AUs undercut]

✅: Roles done

(🖼️: No.): Edits made and how many

❎: Roles WIP

🎨: Edits WIP

📝: Story WIP

❓: Considering turning into an AU

Ensemble Stars characters in:

The World Ends with You [❎📝]

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun [❎📝]

MILGRAM [✅ (🖼️: 4 ((I made 1, 3 are made by a friend)) 📝]

Alien Stage [✅🎨]

Saint Spell's Love Guide to the Magical Student's Spellbook [❓]

Persona 5 [❓]

Epithet Erased

takt.Op Destiny [❓] (Actually kinda like this idea)

OMORI

I also have a MILGRAM and Alien Stage Enstars AU (I have 5 edits made with the MILGRAM characters), but there's not enough characters combined to replace all the Enstars idols so it's either I add more music related fandoms or just leave the Enstars characters that haven't been replaced

There's probably more but those are just the ones off the top of my head

#nex-uambles #Edit: Help St Spell's is so long

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narumi-gens · 1 year

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Triptych | "Your curse has a name."

Chisaki Kai x f!Reader

summary: Your life is nothing more than a triptych, a work of art in three parts with each panel depicting a distinct period — a beginning, a middle, an end. And in the triptych that is your life, the central figure has always been Chisaki Kai.

chapter warnings: 18+ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, yandere, possessive behavior, jealousy, emotional manipulation, isolation, bullying, complicated family dynamics

notes: first genuinely new part to this fic in almost three years so fingers crossed it's actually worth the wait! this is from a nonlinear story so all the parts can be read in any order.

words: 4.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

minors, blank, and ageless blogs will be blocked. do not interact.

The Beginning

“What’s got you so down?”

The question shatters the silence of the library. You pause in your note-taking to look up at the girl sitting across the table from you. She’s already watching you closely as she twirls her pencil in her fingers. You give her a kind smile and point at the untouched worksheet before her.

“Nao-chan, you’re supposed to be taking your practice quiz,” you whisper, doing your best not to disturb the other students around you.

“This is more important,” she insists with a pout. When the boy sitting at the next table glares at the two of you over his shoulder, you give him a sheepish look.

“Your failing math grade says otherwise,” you counter, the teasing glint in your eyes undercutting the bluntness of your words. When she sticks her tongue out at you with a scowl, you quickly slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the giggle that bubbles up.

It doesn’t seem to be enough though, because you’re on the receiving end of another dirty look from the same boy.

“How am I supposed to focus on a practice quiz when my sweet, little tutor is acting like someone kicked her puppy?” she asks and you return your attention to your notes with a soft sigh.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” you try to assure her, hoping that she’ll drop the subject altogether.

There’s a loud shhh! from the next table, the boy clearly losing his patience with you and Nao’s talking. But where you slouch down further in your seat in both shame and embarrassment, Nao just gives him an even louder shush back. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to try and bite back a smile.

“Let’s take a break. This dumb practice quiz isn’t going anywhere,” she says as she stands up. “I can hear the vending machines calling our names.”

She doesn’t wait for you before she’s walking away, letting the library doors slam shut after her and earning the ire of every other student trying to study. You consider just staying put and waiting for Nao to come back.

You take a moment to gaze at your open textbook almost longingly, wanting to simply lose yourself in differential equations. But knowing that Nao will wait as long as she needs to, you set down your pencil and follow after her — taking great care to quietly close the library door when you do.

When you get to the vending machine, Nao is sitting on the bench next to it with two bottles of green tea beside her and an expectant look on her face. You give her a resigned smile and pick up a bottle as you join her on the bench.

“Now that I’ve bribed you with the finest selection the vending machine has to offer, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” she asks and despite her teasing tone, you can hear the kind note of concern in her words.

“I mean, it is nothing really,” you insist as you pick at the bottle’s label, but now it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than her. “It’s just…boy stuff.”

“Boy stuff is never nothing,” she’s quick to reply. When you shyly glance up at her, the overly serious look on her face makes you softly snort. But the fleeting amusement fades as you consider what to say, your toes curling in your shoes while you chew on your bottom lip.

“Do you…do you know Ando-kun?” you give in, the question sounding meek and the bottle’s label starts to finally rip from your anxious toying. “He’s in Class 2.”

“From the baseball team, right?” she confirms and you nod before sighing heavily.

“Yeah, we’ve been studying together lately. And I just, you know, thought he liked me,” you tell her with a shake of your head. You nervously scratch the back of your head and weakly attempt to laugh. “I guess that’s stupid. But he just really seemed like he did.”

Your hand drops back to the bottle and you slowly begin to peel off the label entirely. Nao sits quietly beside you, patiently listening. And despite how much of an idiot you feel, it does make you feel at least a little better to talk to someone else about it.

“We had plans to hang out last weekend but then he canceled at the last minute,” you start to recount for her and your face feels hot from the humiliation of remembering the entire incident all over again. “So, I found him at lunch to ask him if he wanted to go out this weekend instead…”

There’s a slow prickling sensation building behind your eyes as tears begin to form and you quickly try to blink them away. When that doesn’t work, you quickly set down the green tea and cover your face with your hands, too ashamed to let Nao see you getting so upset over something so seemingly insignificant.

“A-and I guess maybe I shouldn’t have said ‘go out,’” you sniffle. “Because he just…laughed at me. And then he asked me why someone like him would ever want to go out with someone like me.”

You must make the most pathetic sight because you suddenly feel Nao wrap her arms around you as she hugs you tightly. But you quickly chastise yourself for thinking that way about her. She’s always been friendly and nice and so, so kind to everyone — including you.

“He’s an idiot,” she huffs, trying to make you feel better. “Probably one too many baseballs to that thick head of his.”

You give a wet laugh into your palms before furiously brushing away your tears, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe away the ones brimming your lashes before they can fall.

“I’m not kidding!” she continues, leaning back slightly so that you can see the exaggerated disbelief on her face. “‘Someone like him.’ Pfft. What does that even mean? Someone too dumb to realize how lucky he is that the girl literally at the top of our year is into him?”

While you find it hard to believe what she’s saying, it does manage to make you feel just a little bit better. You don’t point out to her that ‘someone like him’ means someone normal and ‘someone like you’ means someone who comes from a family of villains. In the back of your mind, you wonder if she already knows that and is just trying to spare your feelings.

“Thank you,” you quietly say, gently cutting her off before she can continue. For as much as you appreciate her attempts to cheer you up, you would rather just try to forget about it altogether. “You know what would really help me feel better?”

“What? Just name it and it’s yours!” she replies as she rests her hands on your shoulders, determined to do whatever she can to help you move past Ando and his rejection.

“If you pass your next math test,” you tell her and a laugh escapes you at how quickly the eagerness in her expression is replaced by horror. You give one of her hands a soft pat before standing up and leaving her behind as you make your way back to the library.

You glance over your shoulder when you hear her running to catch up, only for her to come to a stop in front of you so that you’re forced to stop as well. The determination has returned to her face.

“I won’t just pass it. I’ll ace it,” she says, the words spoken so seriously that they sound like an oath. Surprise colors your features before you softly smile.

“I know you will,” you grin in return and Nao lights up in pride at your belief in her. “But why don’t we just start with the practice test? I’m sure it’s feeling kind of lonely in the library all by itself.”

“I don’t know. That shushing guy is probably all the company it needs,” she retorts and you both burst into giggles as you begin to walk toward the library again.

As your laughter dies down, the amusement still lingers and you find yourself wanting to joke about what happened with Ando rather than cry over it.

“Hm, maybe I’m just cursed,” you shrug, a self-deprecating smile tugging at your lips.

“Why?” Nao asks and when you glance over at her, you see her frowning slightly in concern.

“It’s just that every time a guy seems to like me, he’ll then start acting like I have the plague or something,” you explain flippantly, hoping that your light tone will ease whatever it is about the topic that has her looking so unsettled. But her frown only deepens. “It’s gotta be a curse, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” she scoffs with a bitter laugh. “Your curse has a name. It’s called Chisaki Kai.”

You immediately freeze, stopping right in your tracks. All attempts at levity are forgotten as you try to understand what she’s just said. What does Kai have to do with any of this? He’s not even in your year — a Third Year where both you and Nao are in your second.

“What?” you ask, your forehead wrinkling in confusion.

She seems to only now see that you’re no longer at her side because she finally stops walking and turns back to face you with surprise. Only, the more you look at her, you start to recognize that it’s not really surprise on her expression, it’s shock. She nervously lifts a hand up to her lips, like she’s trying to put the words back where they came from.

“S-sorry. I-I don’t…I don’t know why I said that,” she eventually manages to stutter out, doing her best to give you a reassuring smile but it only makes her look anemic.

“What do you mean? Kai’s my…curse?” you repeat and you almost want to laugh over just how ridiculous it sounds. The only thing that keeps you from doing so is how anxious Nao looks.

She doesn’t answer you for a long moment, silence hanging in the hallway until she lets out a loud sigh and closes the distance between you. Where she truly seemed to be displaying compassion while you told her about Ando, all you can see now is pity and it makes your skin crawl.

“He’s been threatening any guy who gets too close to you,” she tells you. She speaks gently, as if you’re an animal that she doesn’t want to spook.

You immediately start shaking your head, unable to — refusing to — believe what you’re hearing.

“No, he wouldn’t do that,” you protest, feeling an instinctive need to defend him. He’s your best friend. He’s family.

The pity on Nao’s face only grows in response and it makes you feel even more defensive.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to say anything because I know you’re close,” she offers and she hesitates before cautiously continuing. “That’s…probably what happened with Ando-kun. He’s even beaten a couple of guys up over it.”

You shake your head again. She probably just didn’t hear what happened right. You would be the first person to admit that Kai has a temper, although it’s never been directed toward you. You’re also not blind to his tendency to use his fists over his words.

But he always has a reason. It’s always been to defend the Hassaikai and to protect you. Maybe…maybe these guys were putting on an act when they were with you — an act that Kai knew how to see right through.

Kai’s just watching out for you. He probably didn’t need to go as far as he has been, but he wouldn’t do it without a reason. He’s just protecting you.

“Kai wouldn’t do that,” you insist again, your voice even firmer this time. Nao looks visibly uncomfortable and finally gives a noncommittal hum.

“I guess you know him better than I do, right?” she replies, a note of sadness in her question. She then forces another smile on her face, trying to paper over the awkwardness that’s settled over you both. “Come on, we can’t leave that practice test alone much longer. Who knows what that shushing guy is getting up to with it!”

Your responding laugh feels just as stiff, but you do your best to try and move past your own sense of unease. However, Nao’s accusation continues to hang over you throughout the rest of your tutoring session where it then follows you home after.

And by that night, it’s something you can no longer ignore. Because for as insistent as you were about Kai’s innocence to Nao, there’s the smallest part of you that wonders if you were also trying to convince yourself. Though the thought immediately makes you feel guilty for doubting him.

You softly knock on bedroom Kai’s door before sliding it open without waiting for a response. He barely spares you a glance from where he sits at his desk, focused on whatever assignment he’s working on.

The only thing that really catches his attention is when he hears you sitting down on his neatly-made bed behind him. He looks at you over his shoulder, checking to make sure that you’re not doing so while wearing the same clothes that you’ve been in all day. When he sees that you’ve changed out of your uniform and into a clean pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, he returns to his notes.

Where the silences that you normally share are comforting and familiar, the one stretching between you now feels heavy. You wonder if Kai senses it as well or if it’s only you who feels that way. Maybe you’re just overthinking it entirely.

Despite spending most of your afternoon preoccupied by the topic, you’re not sure how to bring it up. The longer that you sit on Kai’s bed without doing so, the more unnerved you feel. When the tension finally starts to feel too oppressive, you resign yourself to cutting it.

“Hey, I heard something at school today,” you say, attempting to appear casual. But the nervous tremor in your voice belies the cool and collected facade that you’re desperately trying to cling onto.

“What?” he replies absently, clearly uninterested in whatever gossip is going around.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, hoping that being unable to see him when you answer him will make it easier to do so.

“Are you…” you trail off before clearing your throat and trying again. “Are you scaring off guys that like me?”

Kai immediately snorts at your question, seemingly amused by the idea. His pencil continues to move as he keeps working on his assignment, still giving you only the bare minimum of his attention.

“Where’d you hear that?” he asks and his easy dismissal of the accusation somehow manages to put you both slightly at ease and further on edge. Because while it’s reassuring that he doesn’t think enough of the matter to take it seriously, he also hasn’t denied it.

“Nowhere,” you answer with a shrug that he doesn’t see with his back still turned to you. “Just a rumor.”

While you’ll always give Kai the benefit of the doubt, you’re also not stupid. You know for a fact that if Kai learns that Nao is at the source, things would only end badly for her.

“So, you’re not beating up guys just because they like me?” you press, your reluctance toward doing so outweighed by the need to have him assure you.

His pencil stops moving and he finally looks back at you over his shoulder. When he sees the concern written across your features, he sets down his pencil entirely and turns in his chair to face you directly.

“I’m only fighting guys who deserve it,” he tells you and a frown pulls at the corners of your lips, unhappy with his non-answer.

You drop your gaze down to his duvet and pull on a loose thread, your hands in need of something to do. He sighs at your reaction and you hear him stand up before coming towards you.

Surprise cuts through your disappointment when he rests his hand on the top of your head. Its weight is warm and familiar and the unexpectedly affectionate gesture helps calm your nerves as you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Have I ever done anything other than keep you safe?” he asks, his tone much more patient this time. You look at him for a long moment before a soft smile forms on your lips and the anxiety that’s been constricting your heart all afternoon and evening finally relaxes.

“No,” you reply with a shake of your head, shaking off all of your doubts as you do. Kai has earned your trust and you’ll continue to give it to him.

He shares a small smile of his own with you before playfully giving your head a gentle shove and returning to his desk, ignoring you as you whine about how he should treat you better.

The entire interaction is enough to put you at ease about the issue. A few weeks later, it’s faded completely from your mind, replaced by schoolwork and exams, the usual tensions with your father, and the time spent with Kai.

But the thing that really starts to preoccupy your attention as the school days wear on is how Nao begins to gradually distance herself from you. It happens slowly at first, starting with a change in schedule so that you’re meeting once a week instead of your regular two times a week.

She also seems much more focused on the actual academic aspect of the tutoring, whereas before she would find any excuse not to study. When your sessions come to an end, she’s quick to pack up her things and head off, leaving you with a strained smile and a quick goodbye rather than leaving the school together.

You’re positive that it’s because of how you left things during your argument over Kai. The rest of that tutoring session had dragged on, every minute saturated with awkwardness. And the following week, she told you that meeting once a week would work better for her.

You don’t really know how to fix the growing rift, unsure how to even broach the topic, let alone truly move past it to continue your once-budding friendship. But as the weeks go on and Nao starts to reschedule your sessions only to then start canceling them altogether, you know that you have to do something.

And that something is you showing up in her class just after the school day ends, hoping to catch her before she can leave. Most of the students are emptying out, eager to be out of school altogether but there are a few groups of friends who are taking their time — Nao and two other girls being one of them.

You nervously clench your hands into fists to keep them from shaking and hide them behind your back as you linger in the hallway just outside of the classroom, trying to gather the courage to approach them. When Nao looks up and sees you standing there, her eyes widen in surprise. She says something to her friends and then grabs her bag before coming towards you.

“Hey, what’s up?” she greets with a friendly smile, but you can see how strained it is around the edges.

“Nothing. I just wanted to see how things are going. It’s been a bit since we’ve had a tutoring session,” you tell her, doing your best to give her a smile of your own but knowing that it probably looks just as forced as hers.

“I’m pretty sure that math test on Friday is going to kick my ass,” she says, her nose wrinkling and you softly laugh at her reaction. She’s quick to join you with a giggle of her own and relief washes over you.

You’re also thankful for the opening that the topic provides.

“It doesn’t have to. We can do a study session if you want,” you offer, hoping that you don’t sound as eager as you feel.

Her mirth quickly fades and she suddenly looks as uncomfortable as she did that afternoon outside the library. Whatever hope you were holding onto that things might be able to return to the way they were starts to slip through your fingers like sand.

“Oh, I can’t. Sorry.” She gives you a sheepish smile. “I’ll review the notes we’ve been going over though! That should help.”

You slowly nod as you try to keep the frown off of your face.

“Y-yeah, no worries,” you assure her. “But what about next week? Does our regular time still work for you? I’m free whenever so I can work around your schedule.”

The desperation is beginning to sink in but you don’t care if she’s able to pick up on it. You just want to go back to being able to spend a couple of afternoons a week with someone nice and funny and normal.

“I’m not sure,” she hesitates, chewing on her bottom lip as she looks down at the floor. “Things are just crazy busy. Why don’t we hold off for now and I can let you know if that changes?”

It’s hard to know how to respond when she’s being so gentle about turning you down. With no option available to you other than to just give up altogether, you decide to address the elephant in the room directly.

“Nao, I’m really sorry about how things ended a few weeks ago,” you blurt out and this time it’s your turn to drop your gaze down, missing how she freezes at the change in topic.

“I-it’s fine,” she replies stiffly and your grip tightens on the straps of your bag clutched in your hands.

“I can get kind of defensive and I really didn’t mean for it to come across—”

“I said it’s fine,” she repeats, her tone firmer this time as she tries to cut off your explanation but you continue.

“You were just trying to help and I’m sorry if—”

“My parents don’t want me to hang out with you anymore!” she snaps, her voice loud and sharp enough to catch the attention of the few other students loitering nearby in the hall.

The ability to speak escapes you as what she just said, what she just practically shouted, hangs over you.

“They said your family is too dangerous,” she says, softer this time although it now sounds like she’s talking through a thick sheet of glass, her words muffled and distorted to your ears. She then pauses for a long moment before sighing. “I’m sorry, okay?”

And then she turns around and leaves you behind to face the stares and whispers of your peers on your own. Your face is on fire and you feel the familiar sensation of tears behind your eyes. An ugly mixture of shame and embarrassment roils in your stomach and it takes everything in you to shove it down.

The hallway begins to feel stifling and you rush to leave, practically running down the stairs and towards the exit, barely aware of the people you need to push through as you do. Your fingers are shaking as you open your shoe locker and you hurry to switch your shoes so that you can leave as quickly as possible.

By this point, you’re so frantic that you’re not even sure if you close the door to the locker before racing out of the building. As soon as you’re outside, you feel some of the panic dissipate with the fresh air that you’re now able to breathe.

But it’s the sight of a familiar figure walking past the school gates that has you running again in order to catch up before he can get too far. When you’re close enough, your hand reaches out and your fingers close around the fabric of his shirt and you childishly tug on the back of it to grab his attention.

Kai gives you a slightly confused look when he turns around and sees you standing there, your hand dropping back down by your side. You meet his eyes just long enough to watch as the confusion morphs into concern, lowering your eyes altogether when you see it turn into something dangerous as he takes in your clearly distressed state.

Guilt and embarrassment threaten to consume you at needing to come to him yet again for safety. How many times have the two of you done this same song and dance over the years? Isn’t he sick of this yet? Sick of you yet?

Why do you have to be such a burden to him?

“What happened?” he asks, barely able to keep the rapidly-building anger from his voice.

“Nothing,” you mumble with a pathetic sniffle.

Even without looking at him, you know that he doesn’t believe you. His gaze feels heavy as it remains focused on you.

“Kai, it’s nothing,” you insist, your voice firm yet still just as pitiful. He remains silent and just as you open your mouth to assure him that nothing happened, he finally replies.

“I thought you were tutoring today.” It’s not a question. He says it as if he’s already put together the pieces, connecting the dots between your distress and the tutoring session that you were supposed to have.

“No, I think I’m done with that,” you mumble and it hurts to say the words aloud. “I should be focusing on my own studies anyway.”

When Kai doesn’t respond, you worry that he’s going to continue to press you for an answer. But instead, he silently takes your hand in his and pulls you with him to his side as he begins to lead you away.

Your free hand instinctively comes up to clutch tightly onto the fabric of his shirt sleeve, holding his arm close as you rest your head against his shoulder. You’re grateful that he doesn’t comment on your sudden clinginess.

“Hey, can we stop at the konbini?” you ask timidly. You don’t really want to go home yet and maybe Kai will indulge you. It’s something you and Nao do after tutoring sessions.

Or rather, it’s something you and Nao used to do after tutoring sessions.

“Fine,” he agrees gruffly and you give his arm a squeeze in thanks. His easy agreement slightly soothes some of the afternoon’s sting. It also reminds you that as long as you have Kai, then you’ll be okay.

#tw yandere #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #overhaul x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #mha #mha x reader #triptych #mel writes #kai chisaki #kai chisaki x reader

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SSR Cater Diamond Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Floyd: Last question～

Floyd: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”

Cater: What would I like to do, huh… Hmmm, there's a bunch of places I want to go and so many things I want to try…

Cater: But if it's gotta be in the coming year… Ah, I know. I guess I'll go with "I want to try out different kinds of hairstyles."

Cater: Usually I let my bangs hang down, or put my hair up in a pompadour, or whatever, but…

Cater: I can't say I've ever tried a hairstyle that would drastically change my image.

Cater: A birthday is a pretty good chance to start trying out different hairstyles, too.

Cater: Maybe I'll end up rocking a hairstyle that I never thought about trying before.

Floyd: Ooh, sounds fun. So, what kinda hairstyles're you thinking?

Cater: At this current length, I might be able to slick it back. Oh but not just towards the back, but also let it sweep to the side, too.

Cater: Or, I could go to a hair stylist and ask for a mullet. Maybe Cay-kun'll be too wild to handle ♪

Floyd: That's not really different from now, though?

Floyd: If you're gonna try it out, just go all out and get an undercut!

Floyd: I bet your image would totally change there, 'specially if you wore a collared shirt and a tight jacket with leather shoes.

Cater: Aaah～ Yeah, I was just thinking about hairstyles to match my usual outfits. But I do want to try your idea, Floyd-kun.

Cater: If I'm going to change my clothes too… Ah, letting my hair grow out might be neat too. I could also try out some wings.

Cater: If I came out on stage all in punk clothes during one of the Pop Music Club performances, I bet everyone'd go wild trying to figure out who I was ♪

Floyd: Niiice! And you could wear those jet-black boots with those spiky studs all over, too.

Cater: Woooah～ That's definitely not the type of thing I'd try usually…

Floyd: And while we're at it, why don't you spike your hair, too?

Cater: Eh, spike my…?

Floyd: It'd be awesome if you used some wax to spike it straight up like a porcupine fish!

Floyd: Hey, do it, Hanadai-kun.

Cater: Haha… Maybe that'd be an adventure…

Floyd: Interview's done～ Here you go.

Cater: Oh, is this my broom? The poppy, vibrant colors are totes adorbs!

Floyd: That super flashy bouquet really hits it off with your outfit. It just screams out your name.

Floyd: Mmkay, head off to the birthday road, now. Don't even think about puttin' on a boring performance when you're on that broom.

Cater: Way to raise the bar, there～ But leave it to me, I'll use techniques that'll get everyone on their feet! I'm off!

Cater: I should point my broom this way… Great, everything's going perfect. Okay… Time to show everyone the goods ♪

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #floyd leech #twst cater #twst floyd #twst translation #twst birthday

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theplaceicommitmysins · 1 month

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18+ He’s The Next One: 3 - F!Reader X L Lawliet

No gendered language is used (Probably). The reader is described as wearing a bra, panties, and a dress.

Wordcount: 4.9k

Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, Teasing, Mutual Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Biting, The reader is a serial killer, bukkake, Semi-Public (task force headquarters).

Integrating yourself into the Kira Task Force went about as smoothly as you could have hoped, the vague way L described your role as a ‘consulting specialist’ was undercut slightly when an older gentleman handed you a box clearly labeled Plan-B. At least any suspicions they might have about why you’re here will be relatively innocent. Relative to murder anyway.

It’s been a few weeks of this now, the uncomfortable side eye from the older members of the team interspersed with fumbling and blushing from the puppy of the group, a boy named Matsuda who’s hair can’t possibly be regulation for a police officer.

It’s a little boring to be honest, surrounded by cops and completely unthreatened.

It certainly doesn’t help that all there is to do is people watch cops. L and Watari don’t like you leaving the building, for reasons that are daily obvious and that you mentally concede too even if you maintain a consistent verbal denial of guilt, and the officers you ‘work’ with are just dull. Aizawa’s rude, Mogi’s so boring you forget he exists most days, and Yagami-san makes you want to back flip dive out of a window like there’s a pool waiting for you at the bottom.

“Puppy?” You call out from across the room where you’ve draped yourself over a couch. Matsuda jumps in his ridiculous blue embroidered seat beside L and then twists around to look at you with wide fearful eyes.

And that’s just because he thinks you let L hit it raw.

You decide he doesn’t need to know that he’s correct… Technically L decided that, asking you to maintain 'A professional level of deniability' around the same time he told you to keep at least an eight foot distance between yourself and the young officer.

“The fool is even more accident prone when you’re nearby. But until we have more information catching Kira is in part a numbers game.” You smirk as you remember what he’s said next, “Do try not to break him.”

“Is there something you need M-san?” He sounds as hopeful as he does nervous, flinching away when L huffs out a breath before leaning forwards to drop far too much sugar into a concoction that can only generously be referred to as tea.

You raise both of your eyebrows and blink slowly at the boy, trying to achieve a look that’s a mixture between offended and amused as he quickly corrects himself to, “M-kun.” and after a moment of hesitation, “... M-chan?”

“Matsuda, despite what you may think this is in fact a professional environment.” The bored drawl of L's voice comes quickly enough, and you enjoy watching Matsuda curl into himself at the sound of it. Poor thing. From the place you’re lounging you can’t see the side eye but you can certainly feel it. “Do try to contain yourself around my expert consultant. You may either address M properly or not at all.”

“Yes L, sir of course. Was, uh- Was there something I could do for you… Consultant M?” The sweet boy hesitates as he guesses at what would be appropriate to call you and you grin, though you quickly pull the expression back into a more reserved, friendly smile.

“What’s your sign?”

“Gemini.” L answers on Matsuda's behalf before he can.

“Oh that’s good, Kira’s a Pisces.”

“O-Oh. Is that so?” Matsuda smiles nervously at you as if he understands what you’re talking about.

So you nod as if he does and continue, “That’s why you’re so bad at communicating with Light, but the sexual tension is off the charts.”

“The- Huh?!”

His eyes are practically bugging out and it takes nearly the entirety of your self control to maintain a straight face as you nod, pretending not to notice his surprise.

“Quite true.” L intones, once again deadpan.

Matsuda looks like he’s about to fall over as he jumps up out of his seat, nearly toppling and barely managing to catch and right the chair he had been sitting in, looking distraught at the beleaguered sigh L lets out beside him, never once having turned away from the monitors.

“I-” Matsuda damn near shouts when he tries to speak and quickly clears his throat before trying again, “I’m going to go check if the chief is here yet for his shift. Excuse me.” He bows a perfect ninety degrees at the waist before speed walking to the door like a middle aged woman in the park.

It’s only after the door shuts that you let yourself laugh and relax from what Yagami-san had once had the audacity to refer to as your ‘Vixen Posture’, chilling more comfortably on the overly expensive couch.

“That was mean.”

You choose not to comment on the smile you can hear in his voice.

“That was fun .”

And this is the part you stay for. For all that L is insufferable, and inscrutable, and all around weird , this frog can be fucking hilarious when he feels like it. And if your observations are anything to go by, he usually does.

For a while you thought that maybe he was just testing the people around him but in the short time you’ve been here you’ve come to the same conclusion L has. These people couldn’t collectively deduce their way out of a wet paper bag. So every time he cracks a joke and the old butler, W, or Watari, huffs in fond amusement, the rest of the room is usually left staring on in absolute horror. With the exception of yourself of course. You watch the chaos unfold with glee.

You hear the door and shift your posture, from house cat to tiger as you look to see who’s here.

The Puppy and The Chief.

Which means the next four hours of your life are going to be Super Duper.

You roll your eyes away from where Matsuda, his cheeks a dark shade of flaming red, is nervously reporting to Yagami-san their total lack of progress.

L squats like a frog in front of an absurd amount of monitors, you mentally place bets against yourself each morning as to whether or not another will appear, and one corner of your lips twitches up as you look at the absurd view.

There’s no way he can actually monitor all the screens at once and it wouldn’t surprise you if the set up was entirely for the benefit of the Task Force. And loathe as you are to admit it, it isn’t for a lack of mental capacity. The only thing slowing this frog down is a lack of an extra several sets of eyes.

Hence the task force.

As he tips back some of the sugar slurry he calls tea you can feel yourself smile and forcibly yawn, hiding your affection amusement behind fatigue.

You bet to yourself that he thinks he looks so cool.

A nervous laugh and the click of the door opening and shutting as indicates the exit of Matsuda and Yagami-san takes The Puppy’s post, stiffly seating himself in the chair beside L and paying you no mind as he passes by. A scowl twitches across your features briefly at the back of the man’s head and you restrain yourself from letting out a long string of increasingly vulgar expletives at his very presence.

Kira’s father, and Yagami-san is Kira’s father, the seventeen year old little shit lacks subtlety beyond belief and you have absolutely no doubt as to why L seemed so dismissive of their abilities of observation, irks you. The rest of the task force tout him as some kind of paragon of virtue and yet he’s managed to raise a mass murderer in only seventeen short years, all the while maintaining his own blissful, stubborn, ignorance of the facts.

All the arguments you've had with this man play on loop inside your head whenever he has the audacity, the hubris, nay even the chutzpah to breathe the same air as you.

The FBI agent tailing the kid dies the day after Light changes his pattern of behavior.

Coincidence isn’t causality.

It was an armed bus jacking that the kid was on with Penber behind him.

These things happen.

It was a shuttle bus to a theme park.

Well… Criminals aren’t known for their intelligence.

The only person to spend any time with him in between the events of that day and his heart attack at the train station disappears, presumed dead, after going to the police station and stating she has information for the Kira Task Force?

What are you some kind of conspiracy theorist?

Light’s mother and sister confirm he left home thirty five minutes before the death, which is roughly the time it would take to walk from their home to the station, give or take a few minutes to make the kill, and returned home roughly the same amount of time afterwards.

When did you talk to my family?!

The person in the CCTV footage was filmed following him leading up to the event of his death, avoided showing his face but has the same height, build, and hair color as Light and is wearing clothing that he owns?

...

Maybe the real Kira was the fast fashion we bought along the way.

Setting your jaw to keep you from grinding your teeth, you slink your way off of the couch, treading silent footsteps over to the other side of L, intentionally putting him between you and Yagami-san, just to see the self righteous old bastard twitch.

Leaning your hip against L’s chair, practically sitting on the arm rest, you flick your eyes between the monitors. “Kitamura or Yagami today?”

You already know the answer since you’ve been monitoring the same empty house for hours, but hearing Kira’s father huff in annoyance as you pointedly ignore him is satisfying.

“Yagami. You will be needed to monitor the daughter should she require the facilities.”

“Under no circumstances will M-” You snort at the moniker, knowing that L introduced you that way as a shorthand for Murderer, “- be watching my daughter when she’s indecent!”

“I suppose I could do it myself if you insist, unless…” L turns his head to him and blinks up at him with those flat dead eyes and you can see his look of feigned dawning horror in the reflection of one of the screens as he continues, “Yagami-san it may not be appropriate for you to participate in the continued surveillance of your own household.”

His voice is as unaffected as ever and you cackle, gracing Yagami-san with your attention just long enough to see the look of shock, disgust, and pure unadulterated rage on his stern features.

However many years in the police force and this man genuinely doesn’t realize that L is fucking with him?

You laugh harder.

“How dare-”

L, with the social grace and poise you've come to expect of him, cuts Yagami-san off, “Light has returned. Let us do the job we're here for and observe what he does.”

That cuts your laughter short as you glare at the monitor, at the child who stole so many of your kills.

He’s acting normal, like any other teenager tired after coming home from school, something you don’t consider suspicious until he pulls out a dirty magazine, stashed away in what looks to be a collection of books on architecture. It isn’t the magazine on its own that’s suspicious, in fact if anything that would have reassured you that he wasn’t aware of the cameras. But the thing is, he is acting .

You watch first with a bit of uncomfortable apprehension and then surprise as he lays down in bed and flips the magazine open to an extremely revealing image of a gravure model arching against rumpled bed sheets as her breasts all but spill out of her too small red bikini. And he just… Looks.

He just looks.

You’re struck with the image of a school girl lying on her stomach and kicking her legs back and forth as she writes in her diary and you double forward so hard in your laughter you have to slam your hand down on the coffee table in front of the three of you to catch yourself, knocking L’s tea to the floor in the process.

“Oh my god!” You can barely get out anything in between your peels of laughter and you laugh louder when you hear Yagami-san scolding you from his own seat. L ignores the disruption and the tea, continuing to watch in his own silence.

“This is a serious investigation M,” Yagami-san spits the name he was given with venom, “I don’t know what’s so funny to you that my son-”

“Knows about the cameras?” That cuts him off as you force your cackles down into mere giggles.

“How can you possibly know that?” Yagami-san sounds befuddled and L just stares ahead. You would think he hadn't been listening to your discussion if it weren't for the faintest crease forming above his nose as non-existent brows push together in concentration.

“I want you to think back to when you were seventeen Yagi-san-”

“Detective Yagami-”

“-Yogurt-sama, back to the mid-paleolithic era when you were but a wee lad in the throes of puberty.” You grin at him, your smile all teeth, not reaching your eyes, “Now picture you’ve come home to your cave and the rest of your tribe is out for the afternoon and you’ve got the Female Figure of Hohlefels stashed away in your room, because this cave has rooms and also doors and also you put traps on the doors to know if anyone’s gone in your cave room…”

He glares at you instead of responding, though his expression is fading from one of outrage to despair.

“... How do you spend the next fifteen to twenty minutes?”

You shoot L a grin that falters when you notice his current micro-expression, something you’ve been making a point to try to learn about him, the furrow between his not-brows deepening and his dull lifeless eyes widened slightly as if that will somehow help him process more information.

He’s confused?

Now you’re confused.

Does he not get it? How does he not get it?

The room is quiet now, no laughter and no shouting, and you all return your attention to the monitor. Light moves to sit on the edge of his bed, a casual slouch to his posture as he rests the magazine in his lap and casually flips through it, like a bored patient in a doctor’s waiting room.

“If Light-kun is in fact aware that he is being surveilled there is little point in continuing to monitor him. We will only ever see what he wants us to see.”

“Unless he slips up.” you add, and L nods at your response.

You pointedly don’t look at Yagami-san, not wanting to see his reaction.

It’s another few hours of this, of watching a whole lot of nothing happen in silence before Yagami-san’s shift is over and he turns in for the night, heading home. You can’t help but to heave a sigh of relief when the door to the hotel room clicks shut behind him, practically climbing over L to throw yourself into the vacated chair, your legs hooked over the arm nearest to him so you can nudge at his shoulder with your foot.

“Ask.”

L turns his head towards you in acknowledgement but his eyes remain on the screen. On Kira. In the brief time you’ve known him L has never missed a clue and the awareness of his confusion, of your superiority over him in this matter burns you up from the inside. You lean further back in the seat until you’re draped between the arms with your ankles interlocked in between his thighs and his stomach.

You suspect it’s this physical imposition that prompts the response.

“What is it you wish me to ask?”

“How I know he’s acting for the cameras.”

There’s something pleasing about the way his eyes snap from the camera to you, unblinking, and somehow against all possibility still flat, not catching the light as he stares at you with the same attention he had given Kira.

Suck it Kira.

“How?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, you uncross your ankles, dragging one foot up his chest and over his shoulder until you can rest your calf on the back of his seat, legs spread open for him to see.

His eyes are no longer locked on your face, though he still hasn’t blinked.

“I can demonstrate for you if you’d like. A practical way of learning, though you would need to cooperate to prove my hypothesis.”

He does a weird little twist in the garishly ornate hotel chair, not quite a hop but something adjacent, as he shuffles to face you directly. “What do I need to do?” The words are addressed to the crotch of your panties.

A grin spreads on your face, cheshire wide, as your fingers raise to your collarbones, slowly tracing down in feather light spirals as one by one you undo the button-down dress you’re wearing, until it hangs open at the front. And you roll your shoulders to ease it halfway down your arms. His lips part ever so slightly as he traces the movement, and then your figure, outlining you with his eyes like an artist planning a painting.

You hum out a content little noise as the foot that had been in his lap moves to his shoulder , framing him between your legs. Then you give him the only rule necessary for your experiment, “Don’t touch.”

He blinks, and your grin turns into something darker, hungry, eyelids growing heavy as you let the very tips of your nails drag across the flesh of your chest until you reach the cups of your bra. It’s a lacey thing, thank you laundry day, and he breathes in sharply through his nose and you have the pleasure of seeing him hold his breath while you drag your fingers slowly back and forth across the skin where it meets the lace.

“You’re attracted to me.”

It’s a statement of fact but he breathes out a yes like it was somehow up for debate, the sound causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He’s so pretty when he’s needy. You let your hands cup the flesh of your chest, briefly squeezing, pushing them up and together, intentionally dragging your bra up with the motion to leave a bit of yourself exposed at the very bottom before you slide your hands down your stomach. Your fingers are feather light again as you reach your hips, grabbing and digging in for a moment.

“What does this make you think of, L?”

His entire body twitches when you call him that. One day you’ll figure out why.

“I think of how it felt to fuck you.” Your cunt clenches down hard at the vulgarity and you can feel your eyes go wide, thankful that his own remain locked on your hands so he won’t have seen your surprise. “I look at the give of your hips under your fingers and remember how they felt under mine.” His eyes, flick up to yours and you school your expression. “I remember the bruises that were left there. You winced when you leaned against anything for the entire week following our... Coupling.”

You let out a disappointed huff at the word choice before hooking a finger on either side of the front of your panties, dragging them up between the slick lips of your cunt with a whine, “Feels so fucking good .” You’re exaggerating your reactions slightly as you rock your hips in a wave like motion dragging your clit against the clinging fabric of your panties. You note that they’re granny panties and an entirely different color from your bra, thank you laundry day, but if the visible way L is tenting the front of his jeans is anything to go by you don’t think he minds.

“I want you to picture something for me L, okay?” He nods and you continue, “Good boy.” You watch his fingers dig hard into his thighs where his hands rested and make a note of that.

“I want you to picture me laid out on a set of tangled up white sheets.” Your breath hitches as your head rolls back, “Picture me slick with sweat, in nothing but a little red bikini, at least two sizes too small.”

His hand starts to drift down again and you snap, practically hiss out, “No touching.” Causing him to freeze, before you continue, voice as needy and breathy as if he’d never moved, “I want you to picture the way it would press into my skin, like your fingers, how it would dig in and leave marks if I took it off for you.” A whine escapes your throat as you let go of your panties to run your hand down and over your pussy, dragging against it with an erotic sound, petting yourself as you rock and whimper, the legs of the chair squeaking with each roll of your hips.

“You-” L needs to stop to clear his throat and that fact makes you bite your lip, “You said this was a practical demonstration. Those are typically referred to by laymen as being hands on.”

You laugh and the grin you shoot at him is wicked, “Why do teenage boys look at dirty magazines?”

It takes a second for him to process the question, his eyes looking glazed over from where you’re sitting, dilated more than normal which is saying something for him but he manages to respond exactly how you wanted him to. “Because they are attracted to the models.”

“Good boy.” His eyelashes start to flutter but they don’t close, like he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this and you reward his clever mind with another pretty picture, hooking your fingers into the side of your panties and dragging them over, exposing your dripping cunt. You can only imagine what you look like from his perspective, the light of the monitors illuminating your body as you expose yourself to him. As you expose yourself for him.

“What would you be doing right now if we were completely alone, knew that no one would see you, but you still couldn’t touch me?”

He blinks as the realization occurs to him. “I would touch myself.”

You know your expression must look smug but you can’t help it as you say once again, “Good boy.” Before dipping your middle and ring fingers into your dripping cunt, pressing slowly until they’re buried up to the last knuckle. “You- ahn- You can feel free to con- nnm- sider this the end of the practical dem- mn- demonstration.”

With that you let your head fall back as you roll your hips against your hand, grinding your fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet slide of cunt being fucked into noisy in the empty headquarters. You let your moans spill out freely, as the heel of your palm presses against your puffy clit. You and your frog both earned this reward. Him for being so clever and you for being so patient.

L takes half a moment to process what the demonstration coming to an end means before moving to sit like you are, knees hooked over the arm of his chair as he leans back against the other arm rest. You wonder if his abysmal posture makes that comfier for him than it does for you but push away the thought as he unbuttons his baggy jeans, lifting his hips long enough to shove them half way down his thighs, fishing out his cock with no hesitation.

And there’s the real prize for your patience. Pale, slender fingers wrap around that pretty pink cock that you know from experience feels thicker than it looks and you can’t help but whine when you see the absolute gush of pre-cum dripping down from the flushed tip of him, dirtying his hand.

His fingers seem to press harder as he strokes them over the faintly visible forking veins and when his hand reaches the top he rubs the palm in a quick jerking circle over the head, sticky strands of pre-cum clinging between his fingers and dripping down as he strokes his cock with a rapid, jerky pace. His mouth hangs open and you can see his tongue wet with spit as he all but drools over the sight of you fucking your own pussy and you intentionally slow your strokes, dragging your fingers out to the very tip before slowly pushing your way back into your warm wet walls, soft and accepting as your body expects, borderline demands, to be fucked.

The whine he lets out at the sight has you pulling your fingers out entirely, holding them up to his eye level and spreading them apart to see the way your cum clings and drips, coating you in your own mess. His hips hump up and he reaches with his other hand to tug at his cock, pulling the foreskin back so he can focus more on the tip, rubbing rough circles around the darkening head of him and swiping a finger down the slit to collect more of his pre-cum. He’s so fucking messy and loathe as you are to admit it you want to lick every last drop up.

You choose to think of it as an opportunity to learn your enemies weaknesses.

Grabbing the side of your chair you pull yourself up and over the arm to kneel next to him, leaning forwards with your mouth open, tongue already hanging out only for him to grab your jaw in a shaking grip as he hisses out, “No touching.”

And all you can do is partially nod as he fists his wet cock in front of your face, crossing your ankles beneath you and sitting back against them so you can grind your soaked pussy and needy clit down against your own leg.

As he rolls his neck to the side, pressing his head against the backrest as he starts to rock his hips up into the motion of his stroking, a wet slap accompanying every individual thrust you lean your forehead against one of his knees and whine before nuzzling back and forth against the worn denim. You jerk with surprise as the hand that was holding your jaw lets go to pet your hair gently, in stark contrast to the rough way he’s fucking his own fist.

Your hips jump and you press down harder, faster, rougher as you try to get more friction against the wet slide of your cunt against the back of your leg. You feel like you’re melting, like you’ve been hit by a sudden fever bad enough to put you in a hospital, as you pant against this damned man frog.

You’re going to come like this, you realize with a pang of resentment.

You’re going to cum, kneeling between his legs as he pets you like a fucking cat.

The anger this makes you feel doesn’t stop it from happening.

It does however inspire you to lean forwards and bite down hard on the inside of his thigh as you cum, the feeling of it rolling over you in waves until your vision blurs and you’re choking moans around the pale bruising skin trapped between your teeth.

The way L tries to jerk his leg away but can’t because of the chair only results in his hips bucking up sharply forcing his thigh further against your open mouth. You blink a few times, dazed, before looking up and locking eyes with him, easing your teeth away from the bite before passively pressing a kiss to it, as if in apology.

That’s when he cums. And he looks so pretty like this, cheeks flushed and chest heaving like he’s had the wind knocked out of him, gazing down at you like you’ve changed the whole world in a moment. When he looks at you like that you almost don’t notice…

The bastard got cum in your goddamn hair.

You’re going to kill-

“Hagoromo.”

…

“Huh?”

Those long, pale fingers, disgusting with his own filth, reach out towards you and a hair's breadth away from the skin of your arm he hesitates. “It’s the way the fabric of your dress drapes across your arms. Like a Hagaromo scarf. That’s what I see when I look at you. I was wondering earlier...”

His arm drops back to his side and he rests his hands on his knees like always, like his hair isn’t more disheveled than usual, like his cock isn’t out and blushing from the abuse it just took, Like there isn’t cum sticking to and drying on his shirt.

You’re kneeling at this man’s feet, his cum in your hair, very likely on your face as well, flushed and panting, hair and clothing an absolute mess…

And when L looks at you he sees divinity.

In the dark of the room, with the light of the monitors finally catching and reflecting in L’s eyes, for the very first time you think to yourself, “He looks human.”

#.are writes #.are posts #n.sft #death note #l lawliet #reader insert #smut

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taru-haru · 1 year

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Banri Settsu【An Elegant Pause】SSR

< Afternoon tea at the hotel >

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents of A3! act! addict! actors!

Card Quote : “If I knew you would enjoy it so deliciously, I would’ve brought you here already.”

“When I see such face of yours…. Alright got it, I’ll eat it.”

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘 ֎ 𐡘 𐡘♡𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

<I’ll be using the default name ‘Izumi’ for the director>

֎Afternoon tea at the hotel

Part 1

Izumi: “Looks like everyone has plans for the weekends this week.”

Taichi: “I got a part-time job on Saturdays and Sundays!”

Sakuya: “Is that so? Good luck!”

Taichi: “Thanks, I’m gonna work hard and earn money!”

Taichi: “Come to think of it, Sakkun also works part-time on Saturdays, right? Good luck there too!”

Sakuya: “Mm, thanks!”

Izumi: “Speaking of it, Banri-kun is meeting his sister on Saturday, right?

Sakuya: “Where are you going with your sister?”

Banri: “Just accompanying my sis to have an afternoon tea in the hotel lounge.”

Taichi: “Afternoon tea at a hotel? Popular men really are different!”

Banri: “It’s nothing like that. I’m just accompanying her, is all.”

Izumi: “Looks like it’s gonna be a lovely day out.”

Sakuya: “Banri-kun, have fun with your sister!”

Banri: “Yeah well, guess I’m gonna enjoy it.”

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*beep beep*

Banri: “Hello?”

Banri’s sister: “Ah, Banri? Sorry, I don’t think I can make it to the afternoon tea tomorrow.”

Banri: “Hah? Didn’t you say you wanted to go there?”

Banri’s sister: “I know but I got some stuff I can’t skip.”

Banri: “I don’t mind but isn’t there a reservation already?”

Banri’s sister: “Oh right, I already paid for the reservation.”

Banri: “Should we cancel?”

Banri’s sister: “I don’t think it’s possible to do a day before. So, how about you go with someone?”

Banri: “Ha? …..Geez, got it. I’ll look for someone.”

Banri’s sister: “I’ll leave it to you then.”

Banri: (Even if I say that, bringing someone from troupe is…..)

Banri: (Should I ask director-chan?)

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Banri: “I’m home.”

Izumi: “Banri-kun, welcome back.”

Banri: “Director-chan, you free tomorrow?”

Izumi: “Tomorrow? That I am…..”

Banri: “Actually, sis looks like she can’t come to the afternoon tea no more so if you don’t mind, wanna go with me?”

Izumi: “Eh, is it okay for me to go with you?”

Banri: “I’m inviting cause it’s okay in the first place.”

Izumi: “Well then, I’m taking your word for it. To be honest, I was indeed bit curious after listening to you the other day.”

Banri: “Alright, it’s decided then.”

Izumi: “I’m looking forward to it!”

Part 2

Izumi: “Wow….amazing….! Teapots, teacups, sweets– everything here is so fancy!”

Izumi: “It’s the first time I’ve had an afternoon tea at a hotel. So it feels like this.”

Banri: “I really was right to bring director-chan with me.”

Izumi: “Thank you for inviting me. It really is puzzling to decide which sweets to eat first.”

Banri: “Everything looks tasty after all.”

Izumi: “Should I start with this tart first…..Mm! So delicious!”

Banri: “Haha, you really eat like it’s exceptionally tasty.”

Izumi: “....It’s embarrassing to be watched so Banri-kun, you also eat!”

Banri: “Got it, got it.”

Izumi: (There’s not only sweets but also sandwiches and hors d’oeuvres.)

Izumi: (As expected of having afternoon tea at a hotel. The garden through the window is also very beautiful.)

Izumi: “Ah…..”

Banri: “What’s up?”

Izumi: “Look, looks like they’re having a wedding at the garden.”

Banri: “Right, sis did say that this hotel also has a wedding hall and is often used for arranging meetings for marriage and stuff.”

Izumi: “It seems like it’s sometimes also used for matchmaking. Oh, those two look like a couple.”

Banri: “They suit each other.”

Izumi: “Why do you think so?”

Banri: “The clothes, the atmosphere, kind of stuff?”

Izumi: “Now that you say it, they’re indeed a good match. The expression they’re making while talking is kind of timid….”

Izumi: “Then, what about the two over there?”

Banri: “Ain’t that a business meeting? They’re wearing formal business suits and all.”

Izumi: “Right…There’s so many kinds of people at this hotel. It’s kinda fun to observe them.”

Banri: “Uh-huh, it might be useful for the play.”

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Izumi: “It’s such a beautiful garden. It does look like it’s well used for weddings and engagements.”

Banri: “Yeah. And that afternoon tea was kinda filling.”

Izumi: “It was quite a volume.”

Banri: “Let’s take a stroll around here.”

Izumi: “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Izumi: (There’s so many people here.)

Izumi: “The man and the woman ahead of us are walking arm in arm, they must be a couple.”

Banri: “Looks like it.”

Izumi: “.....Now that we’re on topic, I wonder how we look to others?”

Banri: “We must also look the same as that couple ahead.”

Izumi: “Eh? I wonder about that.”

Banri: “Then, what does director-chan think we look like?”

CHOOSE

Option 1: Maybe siblings

Izumi: “Maybe siblings.”

Banri: “Siblings, that’s kind of possible.”

Izumi: “Fufu, but I could be wrong.”

Banri: “If you think about it, it’s surprisingly difficult to guess relationship between people just by looking.”

Izumi: “It really is the case after we put ourselves in that position.”

Option 2: Maybe friends

Izumi: “Maybe friends.”

Banri: “Friends? Don’t you think that’s kinda off?”

Izumi: “Really?”

Banri: “Isn’t it better to say couple?”

Banri: “What do you say? Should we cross our arms and try to make it look like that?”

Izumi: “Eh?! That’s kind of….”

Banri: “Haha, just kidding.”

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Banri: “It’s not possible to guess that I brought the head of the theatre company with me because my sis canceled the appointment at the last minute.”

Izumi: “If you can guess that then the person must have psychic level power…..”

Banri: “.....right.”

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Banri: “We made a lap around the garden, should we head home? If you got a place you wanna go then it’s a different story though.”

Izumi: “I don’t have a particular place I wanna go but it would be nce if I can buy takeout or souvenirs here.”

Izumi: “The afternoon tea and sweets were delicious so I’d like to buy some for everyone.”

Banri: Ah, there’s plenty of those back home who can eat the sweets so it’s good I guess. Well, should we go buy some before heading home?”

Izumi: “Mm!”

Part 3

Tsumugi: “For plate, is this okay?”

Omi: “I think it’s good.”

Muku: “I’ll arrange the cups.”

Izumi: “Huh? Looks like the courtyard is lively.”

Banri: “Seems like it. Let’s check it out.”

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Izumi: “We’re back.”

Kumon: “Ah! Welcome home!”

Banri: “What are y’all doing here?”

Kazunari: “Right now, we’re preparing for afternoon tea!”

Izumi: “Why afternoon tea?”

Citron: “When I helped out madams, I got a lot of sweats as thanks.”*

Azuma: “I also bought some Japanese sweets for everyone.”

Sakuya: “I also got sweets from my part-time job…”

Kumon: “Me too, I went home and brought some sweets!”

Omi: “So, as a result, these sweets were gathered.”

Muku: “And remembering that the two of you went for an afternoon tea, we decided to have a tea party in the courtyard as well.”

Banri: “Rice crackers, Japanese sweets, Western sweets on the table, amazing.”

Izumi: “Ah, then I guess this is a good thing. We also bought some sweets and tea as souvenirs, so have these too.”

Banri: “Yep, this is souvenirs.”

Kumon: “Yay! Let’s put these on table too.”

Muku: “Thank you very much!”

Izumi: “In the meantime, I’ll go get dinner ready.”

Banri: “And I’m going back to my room.”

Citron: “Oh, director and banri too, why not have tea party together?”

Omi: “The dinner’s already ready.”

Izumi: “Really? Thank you!”

Kazunari: “C’mon, director-chan and setzer too, let’s have a tea party together!”

Izumi: “Well then, let me also join here.”

Banri: “We did have one just before but I guess it’s okay.”

Azuma: “I’ll brew some tea then.”

Tsumugi: “I’ll set flowers for the table.”

Kumon: “Now this is getting serious!”

Muku: “It’s going to be fun!”

Izumi: “It was a quiet afternoon tea earlier so it’s exciting to have a lively one too.”

Banri: “Guess this isn’t too bad.”

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*Nothing, just Citron with his mistakes. It's "sweets", not "sweats"

[T/N: also yes, added banri pic in between when he chuckled at izumi's happy face bc it fitted well with the situation lmao]

#a3!#a3! translation #banri settsu #a3! banri #act! addict! actors!#banri translation #izumi tachibana #a3! izumi

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kiwijaune · 2 years

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Refs : x

#karikatsu #bakugo katsuki #kariage #undercut-kun #kariage/bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #kariage x bakugou #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero fanart #my hero academia #karibaku #karikatsufanart

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dreamychuu · 1 year

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Hokuto as childhood friends rambles...

Warning/info = gn!reader, hokuto is in love, fluff, pet names, some comfort, mention of being bullied, mention of arranged marriage.

A/n : i was suppose doing request but this thing have been appearing in my brain every second.

Rambles undercut

1. okay okay i think since you guys know each other since a kid there is a bigger chance that its beacuse of the both of your parents

2. You're very close with his grandma too! you guys spend times playing in his grandma house most of the time and maybe help her cooking (you guys ended up messing up the kitchen but his grandma just chukles)

3. Hokuto always call people with their surname but maybe since you guys know each other since you guys were a kid there is this habits to calls each others by a cute nickname that the lil kids you made.

Some hokuto nickname i made : oku-kun/chan, kuu-chan, kutoo-chan/kun, etc

4. But for the sake of his Reputaion he always calls you by your surname when there is other people who isnt both of your family.

(He once accidently calls you by a cute nickname in front of trickstars, at first he doesnt notice until subaru start questioning it while jumping in curiousty)

Basically all of them start suspecting hokuto and you were dating since the both of you keep secret nickname's for each others (the one who make the theory was makoto)

5. If you're being bullied , he will always try to comfort you, he's not good with words so all he can do is do something to comfort you.

Comfort Scenario : he hurriedly enter your room and saw you crying while sitting on the floor leaning against your bed with folded legs as you cover your face on your kness. He then took the blanket from your bed and sat next to you on the floor, covering the both of you with the blanket.

Noticing Hokuto presence , you start to cried harder and jump into his arm hugging him. he hugged you back with his hand on your back pushing you closer to him and his other hand behind your Head bringing your face in front of his chest as he give you a comfort kiss your forehead.

6. There is this one time when his & yours parents jokingly said that they might arranged married the both of you, when he heard this he was blushing but try to keep his composoure (he imagine about the both of you get married not in the creppy way)

7. Despite being in busy with each others life you guys at least can be seen going everywhere together at least once a week.

8. Whenever the both of you travel together you two always hold hands , beacuse of that you always bring a gloves so you wont feel much cold while holding his hands.

9. just like sillies little kids maybe you guys made like the classic "lets get married when we got older" Promise. (You forgot about it while he always remembers it)

10. You always do acting Together but since you got older you guys stopped doing it together but you still watch his performance (he appreciate it alot)

11. He such an hopeless romantic and when he do try to flirt or make a move on you, you always see it as a friendly joke since the both of you always do that as a kid.

12. Aoi twins found out about his crush and gave him a flirt lesson (it doesnt work)

13. He confess to you when the both of you was going home together. As you both decided to visit his grandma house by walking.

the two of you walked together until you suddenly stopped and looked towards the beautiful river that was in front of the bridge divider.

your eyes look towards the beautiful river while his eyes are glued to your figure , you look so "beautiful under the sky that evening", he said to himself

"[name]", he called out

with you turning to face fixed towards him your eyes meet each other.

"I love you," he said directly without hesitation with his gentle expression.

your eyes widened in surprise with a sudden confession from him you looked down he was confused and tried to melt the atmosphere by saying if you don't love him back it's okay.

You laughed hearing him sounds a bit sad and answered his confession with "I love you too, always been..."

#enstars x reader #chu~works #ensemble stars x reader #hokuto hidaka #hokuto hidaka x reader #hokuto x reader #random rambles #enstars fluff #enstars headcanons

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WHITE FERRARI // MANJIRO SANO

☆ ──── author’s note: this is for my bestie @itsstrawberrymochi who wanted a mikey fic bc tr is lacking in that field i hope you like it <3

☆ ──── warning(s): mentions of drug use and alcohol abuse, maybe ooc?, maybe au? angst to comfort

Winter in Japan could be brutal and unforgiving and overall a pain in the ass. You always had the short end of the stick when it came to proper blood circulation as your toes would begin to lose feeling first followed by your fingers. It would leave you vexed by how your body would involuntarily violently shudder under the falling snow. You hugged your body as you sat on the bench outside of the park that you and your best friend would meet at after you were done with classes for the day, but that felt like eons ago.

Your best friend was no longer around as he had completely dropped out of school and pursued his “career” in gang related activities that he knew you had never approved of. You merely put up with it until you no longer could. Until he pushed you so far away that he was completely out of your grasp. You sighed as you felt the edible you had consumed finally begin to hit and the lyrics that played through your head phones felt like they were vibrating through your whole body. You felt your form start to relax and hallucinate little familiar figures running around the playground.

Bad luck to talk on these rides

Mind on the road, your dilated eyes

Watch the clouds float, white Ferrari

Had a good time

(Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything?

I let you out at Central

Memories of you two swinging on the swing set and jumping at the highest point flitted through your head. You laughed at the memory of your blouse ripping wide open as you jumped off due to one of the buttons snagging onto the chains of the swing.

Mikey couldn’t stop laughing at you as you covered yourself and sat there feeling so humiliated that you began to cry. However, when he noticed that tears were streaming down your face he immediately stopped and wiped your tears away.

“Don’t cry, [name]-kun.” He said as he dabbed away at the wetness with the end of his sweater.

His dark eyes were soft and kind as he glanced down at you. A small smile graced his cherub features. “You look dumb crying over something so stupid.”

Your cheeks instantly puffed up and the tears stopped streaming down your face as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Shut up!” You exclaimed as you rubbed at your knee where your jeans had split open.

Cold air bit at your exposed skin, but the sudden warmth against your cheek made you softly gasp.

“Your cheek is so warm.”

You blinked back several times, readjusting your train of thought back to the present time. Your hands were enveloped with the comfort and body heat that you yearned causing you to lean into his touch.

You closed your eyes and felt a small tear cascade down your cheek. Maybe you should stop reminiscing about him so much. It was starting to make you hallucinate his voice and his touch.

“I’ve missed you.”

Like, seriously. You had to lay off the edibles. They aren’t doing you any good.

“Are you not going to look at me?”

Now that really did it for you. Your heart began to tremble and your lips quivered as you turned to face the voice. You were met with the same dark eyes that belonged to your childhood best friend. They were empty and void, nothing like you had remembered. He was the hollowed out version of the man you used to know. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark from sleepless nights. His cheeks slightly sulked in most likely due to drug abuse and near alcohol poisoning. His once shaggy blonde hair that he sported into a half up-do was now fashioned into an undercut. He looked the same, and yet he didn’t at the same time.

“Mikey-kun…?” Your voice cracked as tears poured down your sullen cheeks.

“You look dumb crying over something so stupid.” His smile was just as warm as the day he had said it. It suddenly felt like the Mikey you had known since you were a child.

It was all coming back to you now and you were overwhelmed with the feeling that surged through your body. Even though he had looked like hell, you felt safe with him regardless of whatever crimes he had committed. All of those worries seemed to melt away when you looked at him.

“Do you remember when we used to play here everyday? How you cried that day jumping off the swing and I told you how dumb you looked when you made that face.” He laughed at the memory as he glanced over the swing set moving in the winter gust.

“It all felt like just yesterday when I was walking you to your classes. I felt like I was always saying goodbye more than I was saying hello.” He turned back around to face you with tear stained cheeks.

“Will you ever forgive me, [name]?” The tears never stopped rolling down his cheeks as he beamed a brilliant smile at you.

Heartbreaking. It was so heartbreaking to watch him cry over a life he chose to see you happy. To see all of his friends happy, but your happiness meant the most to him. It killed him inside and he had to carry the weight of knowing that he couldn’t go back, and yet he found himself with you again. Sitting on the same damn bench in the middle of winter. He wondered how many times you had come here even after he had pushed you away until you had given up on trying to save him.

I care for you still and I will forever

That was my part of the deal, honest

We got so familiar

Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari

You threw your arms around him as you tugged his lifeless form toward your own. He leaned into you feeling all your warmth and security. The person he knew that no matter how many times he had gone astray, he could come back to. Was it fucked up? Of course and he knew that, but he was thankful as hell to know that you would welcome him with open arms.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he pressed his cheek against yours again. The familiarity of you. Your touch, your smell, your voice. He wanted it all. He wanted nothing more than to be in this moment forever. It was selfish of him to want to take you with him and face the world together. He knew that you would say yes to him in a heartbeat and drop everything that you were pursuing just for him.

The sacrifices that you would make for each other were endless.

“What kind of person would I be if I didn’t forgive you, Manjiro.”

His name falling from your lips was enough to make him sob like a newborn. His weight completely fell onto you as he wailed out and stained your sweater with endless waterworks. It was pointless to stop him now. He wouldn’t stop until he felt fulfilled with airing out all his grievances.

“I’m–I’m sorry, [name]. I don’t know–I don’t know how you could–could forgive someone as shitty as me.” He cried out in between breaths as he rubbed his eyes with his fists.

You felt your expression soften at his words as you held him in your arms.

One too many years

Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift

Mind over matter is magic

I do magic

If you think about it it'll be over in no time

And that's life

“You never change, Manjiro.” You laughed and he tightened his grasp on your waist.

“Come with me.”

“Okay.”

“What?” He pulled away from you and gave you an incredulous look.

He knew that you would say yes, but even hearing it still seemed ridiculous. How could you just say yes after everything he put you through?

“What?” You raised a brow at him.

“What do you mean ‘okay’, idiot.” He pursed his lips at you as he poked at your forehead.

The childish side of Mikey never left. That was a relief to you.

You felt a smile creep up on your lips as you peered up at him with glistening [e/c] hues.

“Stop it. You look so creepy with that smile on your face.” He poked at you cheek now.

You laughed as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

His eyes broadened at your words and he felt his heart thrum against his chest. His pale cheeks were now flushed pink and he no longer had any impish replies lined up.

“Really?”

You nodded your head.

“Are you high, right now?”

You nodded again and laughed. “I thought it was the edible, but it’s really you and I’m so happy that it is.”

“Your eyes are so fuckin’ red.” He chuckled as he widened your eyes with his index fingers and thumbs.

You giggled as you swatted his hands away. “I’ll come with you.”

“No you won’t. That was just—in the moment.” His dark eyes cast down at the snowy ground.

“Shut up. I graduate in the summer. You’ll come to my commencement and I will officially come with you.”

He turned back to you. Your expression didn’t give way to anything but genuinity. You had really meant what you said and it made him want to cry all over again. He truly did not deserve someone as beautiful and forgiving as you.

“Do you mean that?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Obviously, idiot.”

“[name], I love you.”

You scoffed. “‘I know, dummy. Why else would you be asking me to come with you?”

He felt the warmth surge to his cheeks as they became even rosier. “I–”

You leaned close to his face and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I love you too, Manjiro. I always have. I’ve just been waiting for you to say it.”

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve this. I–I don’t deserve you.”

You leaned back against the bench and let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, you don’t but I’d go through hell and back for you.”

His bottom lip began to tremble and his eyes were brimming with tears waiting to spill out again, but with one swift flick to the forehead he returned back to the playful Mikey you once knew and loved.

“Don’t you dare start crying on me again.” You warned as you got your fingers ready to flick him again.

“[name]...” His expression was different this time as he looked at you with glossy eyes and rose tinted cheeks. The tip of his nose was cherry red from a mix of crying and the frostbiting cold.

“Yes?” You closed one eye as if to aim at the perfect spot on his cute visage, but his face started to close in on yours and your expression faltered.

“I want to kiss you.” He murmured.

His warm breath fanned against yours as it condensed into the air. His eyes were half lidded as he gazed at your lips that were probably caked in dead skin, but that did not seem to bother him.

Clearly this isn't all that there is

Can't take what's been given

But we're so okay here, we're doing fine

“Okay.” You let out a shaky breath.

His lips brushed against yours as if to test the waters. His breathing was loud and shallow as he closed the space between you and then he finally collided his lips with yours. Soft, yet chapped. That’s how his lips felt against yours and you felt like it had been hours before he pulled away.

“Your lips are so rough.” He softly said.

His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “Then why are you kissing me?”

He beamed his signature smile at you as his frigid fingers caressed at your cheek. “I’ll kiss the woman I love regardless of how gross her lips feel.”

Thump!

“Ow!”

“That’s what you get.” You crossed your arms as you began to gather your stuff.

“Hey! Where are you going?” He got up as he caught up to you.

“Inside. It’s fuckin’ freezing out here!” You exclaimed as you trotted down the path and held a hand to your growling stomach. “Plus, I’m starving.”

“Let’s get ramen. On me.” His fingers intertwined with your own as he smiled down at you.

“It’s always going to be on you. Actually--at this rate, you’re going to be making it up to me til the day you die.” You muttered, adjusting the strap of your bag.

He stopped in front of you and planted a kiss on your forehead. Your stomach felt like there were a million flowers blossoming at once as he peered down at you with kind dark eyes, rosy cheeks and lips.

“I don’t mind that at all.”

Primal and naked

You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned

It's just a skull, least that's what they call itAnd we're free to roam

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