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how to lose a guy in 10 days — csc

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol, reminder that this is my take on the plot and it will not flow the exact same plots in the movie

i do not feel so confident about this bc i wrote this with mind in shambles. literally me comforting myself with svt while i'm dying from my studies rn :') pls tell me if you like it bc i would most def appreciate it <3

it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

on the other side of the bar there was a crowded group of 13 people who were mindlessly taking shot over shot as they were crowned as the most obnoxiously loud people for the night.

most of them spitting out tipsy thoughts to one another as they joined forces on pinning and choosing choi seungcheol as the victim for tonight.

“here comes the virgin joseph for tonight, choi seungcheol!” dk hooted while hoshi was giggling to any phrases the latter would make out

“isn’t it mary though?” joshua pondered drunkly on the edge of the couch munching on the nuts hoping it would make him sober as it was too early to go home.

“whatever, we still get the point. so what’s with the anti-women behavior cheol?” jeonghan grinned. his smile too wide to seem oblivious of the answer.

“i think dating is now deemed predictable to me,every woman i dated either wants my money, my body, fame, or a father figure” cheol sighed deeply

“wait you’re a dad?” dino’s brows furrowed in deep confusion as cheol stood there with utter disbelief

“i thought we we’re supposed to have a fun hangout today, and now all of you are just looking like alcoholics with all these bottles in our table” seungcheol complained

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING ALCOHOLICS?!” mingyu exclaimed looking at the opposite direction of where cheol was.

“FUCKER I DIDNT CALL YOU ANYTHING” minghao retorted to a confused mingyu facing him causing cheol to place a palm over his forehead.

“how about you start charming women for who you truly are?” vernon continuing the passed topic.

cheol didnt know if he was thankful for vernon re entering a topic, all the “seemingly” sober people joined up on the topic. they soon somehow convinced cheol to meet new people and try making them fall in love with him.

kkuma needed a mom, maybe he did too (but not in a maternal sense

“i doubt scoups can make a girl fall in love with him” dino giggled in the verge of passing out.

“i sure can ! it’s like a walk in the park” seungcheol defended.

“not even within a month” jeonghan added

“not even a week” jun stared blankly.

seungcheol always had placed his pride on a pedestal, it’s the source of his cocky behavior.

“oh please, give me 10 days it would be like she’s under a love spell” cheol snickered blanketing his bruised ego.

“deal, i bet 20 that we’ll have another meeting on the 10th day having cheol drop dead drunk at thus exact spot” jeonghan screamed only standing for the first time for the night.

it was chaos after that, but the group was almost divided equally in the process of them making bets and weighing the odds of cheol’s fate.

seungcheol wished the ground opened its jaws and buried him six feet under

even he was lying to himself with his statement, but one thing about choi seungcheol— he always wins.

“i’m gonna head home now” cheol said, he wish he didn’t.

he somehow wished that they were all too drunk to force him into the grave he dug himself. mercy will be the end of their bond, so as fate has written cheol’s fortune.

“i guess cheol is accepting his pussy title” jeonghan sighed

“i am not a pussy” cheol responded

“then i guess you’ll have to prove that” joshua sighed blankly at him

“let’s start by choosing the lucky girl who’s gonna take cheol’s v card”

“i’m not even a virgin” cheol rebutted with a frown, the liquor making him submit to his true emotions.

“please you barely lost it” dk laughed

“well i barely felt it….” cheol muttered

“let’s do her” dino pointed at the wall as he stood quickly stumbling with his head spinning

“who’s he pointing at? did he shave his eyes as well?” woozi said laughing

“shut up pink panty guy, i’m talking about the girl that has red hair and wearing a black dress” dino said laying on the floor

“ooh, she looks hot like seungcheol’s type” jun teased

if he didn’t spot your bright auburn hair he would’ve sworn to himself that these guys we’re just throwing a hate crime at him, but god, you we’re his type.

“go on mr. choi, show us your charm” mingyu pushing cheol closer to your area in the bar

you were planning on stepping up, but you had to make one thing sure, so you turned around to your friends with burgundy rushing through your cheeks with the thrill throwing you into your pit of endless thoughts.

“makeup, and outfit : perfect” yunjin started with a wide grin

“hair : gorgeous and can easily make a ponytail” karina winked as you glared at her

“teeth clean and ready for sucking” sakura smiled

jesus christ you were asking for a reality check and they just simply can’t avoid adding scandalous statements as if that’s all you do.

you were ready

were?

are?

was?

fuck.

you backed up quickly as you saw a guy charging at your direction ready to barf up on you.

quick arms catches your moving physique, as your back became dependent on the person unbeknownst to you.

two groups filled your senses with squeals, laughing and cheering waking you up from your not so cute dilemma

you turned to the person behind you seeing the man of the night

choi seungcheol.

“you okay, sweetheart?” his voiced hush, you felt warm and you swore that is was just the buzz from the liquor

quickly you went to work

“omg thankyou o-oppa” you’re voice cracked because you simply cannot believe the words that escaped your lips.

there was terror in his eyes, the moment you saw it, it went away. a pretty grin was graced upon your lips because this will be one hell of a ride

he better be sure to keep his seatbelts on because you’re gonna totally rock his world.

day 1 : the tortoise and the hare

spoiler, the hare never wins

guys hate being speedy, if they’re looking for a woman they can take home to his mom it would definitely not be the woman who wants to be dicked down after the first date.

and this wasn’t even a date

he took you to his place after your so called friends left the both of you in the landmine

he only intended you to sober up, and you only wanted him to curse you off his life. but it would be no fun if you just did it in a day, wouldn’t it?

the sound of the collision of class and marble led to both of your eyes to be met.

“thank you, really, or what else i would’ve smelled like vodka and whatever the fuck that person just ate” you sighed in relief genuinely

“no worries, you don’t smell like barf or vodka…. maybe a little of tequila but you’re good” he smiled

fuck. he’s hot and he knows it, a part of you wished that he was some sort of narcissist so you could do this thing in a easier way.

his face sculpted and graced with beauty his eyes filled with wisdom and maturity, his lips full and shaded like cherries.

you we’re definitely down to have a fling with him, but according to you, you were planning to change your ways and test the purpose and ability of men.

“mhm, i’m tired let’s watch a movie?” you smiled with your forced high-pitched voice

you love how he would hide the way his face would wince when you talk or the way his jaw slacked on your statement.

you smiled at the thought of him trying to take you out of his multi-million mansion because you were pushing boundaries he built for you

“yeah.. sure, what do you wanna watch?” he assisted you by the waist as he brought you up the stairs.

you wanted to get out, you wouldn’t think that it would go like this. fuck the boys manual maybe it doesn’t work with hot rich guys

“the notebook, i LOVE that movie” you smiled and you could see how he expected that

as you laid in his sheets, which you felt deeply sorry for actually staining his pearly and silky shits with your outside clothes, but your pride held you high. if you fell from your pride or for him then maybe then you could wash his sheets.

the room was dimly lit, the ambience warm as he intended.

he sat next to you, with distance for respect according to cheol’s brain.

you couldn’t predict him, and maybe he sends mix signals, and that made you feel less guilty because you concluded that he’s a womanizer. he knew all of these antics a little too well.

“it’s getting hot” you sighed fanning your face adjusting your dress to the right extent, you held your hair exposing your neck to him making sure he saw it.

"really? my ac is so low right now" he was surely acting oblivious.

you may be frustrated at him for not taking your hits but you guess it would make a good build up, meanwhile he was there dumbfounded from all the tricks you pulled, he was slowly getting hard but that's another story.

he was thinking if he should drop it, it seemed like you just wanted a one night stand, but speaking of the devil (angel) jeonghan sent him a text showing him how much money he would be getting if he proved them wrong.

somehow in the end all of his friends were convinced that he would stay bitchless. there was a whole chapter within their groupchat making fun of what he said earlier at the bar.

truth be told, he didn't give a fuck about the money, he wanted his dignity and pride back.

"my body is so warm because of all the shots i took though" you reasoned out quickly.

"well my body is really cool right now" he faced you slowly pulling you close but you had other plans

you quickly kissed him as if you were desperate for it.

"mmm- i think we should slow down y/n" he rushed to tell you.

you wanted to grin so bad, victory laid on your side, but you had to put a sad face asking him if he no longer likes you repeatedly as he escorted you out of his house.

you quickly twirled and skipped across the road when you were sure he was inside already. he was there though, watching through his window.

maybe he had to step up.

day 2 : the in-laws

there was not a single text on cheols phone the next morning, soon learning your phone was inside the purse you left at his house.

he wanted to scan your purse thinking of a way to sweep you off your feet today. but a gentleman doesn't mess with a ladies purse.

after the the long chat you had last night, you exchanged your details to each other which now led cheol to your apartment building with flowers and a wide smile.

"hi i got these for you-"

"wait cheollie, say hi to your mom !" you cut him off with a smile

his face quickly shifting, you what?! he was slowly shaking on the inside quickly settling down your purse, flowers on your coffee table.

"h-hi mommm" he grinned as if his mom could see him.

"seungcheol i didn't raise you to hide your partners from me like this, i really like y/n you know, so when's the wedding?" his mom ushered

"a wedding?" you gasped and started screeching as if it was real

"we'll see mom haha.." he replied deranged from the situation made just 2 minutes ago. he quickly hung up before his mom could get any more ideas.

"well that was interesting, i didn't know that you knew my mom" he restrained himself from losing himself.

"well i have to meet your parents anyways right, cheollie?" you smiled at him

"yeah, but we just met yesterday" he deadpanned

"well, you don't think we're gonna work out" you started sobbing in front of him making small obnoxious hiccups

"well that's not what i meant baby" he hushed and spent the afternoon babying you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

day 3 : monday flings

"i seriously cannot fathom how much patience he has to reach day 3" you genuinely lay your opinion

"i was a complete total psycho, but he must be mental" you said to yourself

"that's fucking crazy because if i had to put up with that you would never hear from me again" sakura said bluntly which bruised and praised you at the same time

"i need a break from my alter ego as well, i hope he has no plans on asking me on anything anymore at least"

the day went as if you had never met choi seungcheol at all, which made you relieved for at least having a rest day, sure it was such a short time but god how tiring it was to be somebody else

"i just really realized how to fit in somebody else's shoes" you sighed as you and your friends exited the building together ready to go home and simply pass out.

"then don't fucking wear them" karina said

"but this is the whole point, being a stereotypical woman in a relationship"

you all soon parted in your own ways as you walked through the neighborhood near yours, you realized you just walked passed by seungcheol's house and this made you walk a bit faster and try to fabricate your distinguishable looks. but guess what

"aw baby don't hide from me" he coos slowly pulling you in his embrace.

"i was just looking for you" he smiled as he rushed you into his home

you somehow wished he could just stab you right now.

he led you to his living room filled with rose petals and candles dedicating a whole playlist of his vinyl records for you. you spent the evening sharing his home cooked dinner, which was actually delicious. and he soon brought out his photo albums from when he was a kid.

"do you think our children look just like you?' your sentence made you freak out but you supressed it wanting him to be affected by your vicious visions.

"how about we go back about the marriage thing for now" he faked out a laugh.

"i want this to be our family's house too" you sighed in content while scanning the architectural structure.

"if that's what you want" he smiled and pecked your forehead, which had caught you by a surprise.

"it is" you smiled, you didn't want to admit it but something formed within you when he said that.

"i'll be having a boys night tomorrow so i might not respond quickly to your texts"

"is it strictly 'boys only' ?" you asked forming an idea and swallowing these funny feelings that have bloomed within you.

"well it had always been"

day 4 : poker night

if fate was inevitable, they should you hit you up then.

you were in a cab with your hands filled with cheol's place in mind.

"cheol having a 4 day record is worth celebrating" jeonghan teased

"it's been that long?" mingyu asked actually impressed

"i've been in a lot of relationships since college, stop making it seem like im a loser" he sighed

"probably just in college" minghao retorted

"it's probably going well, maybe next year she could meet his parents" seungkwan noted

"please, she met them the second day we met" cheol answered scoffing at the thought

"now i know why girls are driven away from you" jun cringed at cheol

"she called them herself the day we met, she even said that our children will live here, and she tried to sleep with me the first day we met !" cheol finally shared his experience the past few days

"ooh feisty and a woman with a plan, that's so horanghae coded" hoshi smiled reaching his palms out and curling the ends of her fingers.

"you're going delusional again hamster" minghao smacked the back of hoshi's head causing the latter to relieve it by rubbing his head.

"maybe cheol could get laid now with her bold behavior, someone who can tame mr. pride-over-pants-down-choi-seungcheol over here" joshua said

"she's just a bet-"

the violent reactions that flashed through the faces of his group-mainly cheol when you came in the door in the middle of the game.

the guys quickly recovered teasing cheol for being so attached already calling her over for a boys night.

"hi guys!!" you said excitingly trying on your best cute expression you could muster up while hoshi replied to you with the horanghae pose as you quickly reciprocated it.

"i just thought i could put some of my stuff here so you could always remember me cheollie" your eyes twitching the moment your face was parallel with the wall

cheol was in awe with the first few vases you put out, until there were at lest 13 in his living room only. his house looking like he was out there selling urns

you were going around his place disrupting them, even changing their ambient music into some of britney spear's playlist

and even making very concerning screams around the kitchen just behind the living room.

"cheollie, can you get me some water" you whined when you heard them telling cheol it was his turn

he caught you reaching out unto the cupboards for a glass, he quickly got you what you requested and leaving you there

you were quick to grab onto his arm and grab the cigarette out of his mouth.

"you need to stop smoking" you tell him genuinely, his demeanor sensing your honesty his brows rested as he gave you a smile.

"i need to keep my lungs healthy for our children huh?" he teased you with a knowing smile

day 5 : ghosting

after his game with the boys, you two spent so much time together after.

he was being sulky after receiving his first losing game last night from all your disruptions last night.

but he never mentioned you being a nuisance, and just maybe because it was stored somewhere deep his chest the frustrations he held

but you stayed clingy to him filling him up with your presence even when you already went home flooding his texts until it was dawn

today you decided to stay low, you were lying in wait in this part of the plan

by doing so much the past few days today you decided to give ghosting a shot

"god i just wanna die if i need to go through this just to find a decent human being" you sighed frustrated at yourself

you wish you could stop now, there was 150 bucks on the line

or this is what you thought that hindered from you from stopping, you stared longingly on your laptop

quickly dialing his number you grinned at the sound of his voice

day 6 : a large iced diet coke and a kiss to go

today you planned on watching a knicks game with cheol, it was both your favorite thing to watch.

the stadium filled with cheers as you were shaking with thrill watching the tight game among your favorite team handling each other by the neck

most of the game went well according to cheol

during the break the venue managers continued to do the kiss cam.

you were interested looking at random people sharing affection through this stupid camera. but you didn't know it would face you.

you saw your face light up with surprise as the other guy next to you exposed on the kiss cam

you were looking at him

"i'm-" the guy was cut off when seungcheol grabbed you by the nape sealing your lips with his plush ones, the camera then panning to the both of you instead of you and the other guy.

"you weren't in the kiss cam" you said smiling- wait no don't.

"well i was just now" he said cockily

"i'm not gonna let you kiss him when i'm here" he said and that lit a fire within you

the final part of the game resumed as you both were cheering wildly through the crowds

it was time.

you asked cheol to bring you coke since you were extremely famished according to your words.

cheol quickly glanced at you, the bottom of the stadium, on the scoreboard, and back to your eyes.

he quickly ran getting you the drink that you wanted.

"i cant drink too much sugar though i need the diet one" his face turning into a distressed one jogging back up the long steep flights of stairs as he huffed to the vendor that you wanted the coke one, being only available to watch the game through the small monitor by the ceiling

there was about 3 minutes left, your team still having time to win over

he rushed back to you quickly handing you your coke, but there was another thing-

"i need ice cheollie" you whined at him, he groaned but still went over to do it

only a few moments left before the game ends the vendor still working on you precious drink, seungcheol staring at the monitor.

you felt bad, like actually. but you had to keep this up

you were enjoying the game until you were drowned in your thoughts on how you were ever gonna ask for his forgiveness after all this

you were a bitch and get over your act.

the crowd calling out through your ears realizing your favored team won, you had to force a smile especially a lovely one at cheol to make him think you were being a menace

maybe if you pushed him enough you could end this sooner, you can't admit that he was charming, handsome, and his behavior is no less than how a gentleman should act.

sorry coups.

the game ended, you were exiting the venue with cheol as his arm around your shoulder quickly calling you a cab home.

"thank you for this babe" you smiled passing him the cup, hoping you were rude enough for him to not call you up anymore

"no problem, you gave me your other ticket to watch with you anyway" he smiled pecking you before you left.

he crumpled the cup and threw it away.

day 7 : the revelation

you and cheol spent this day with a quick breakfast by the small cafe nearby, chatting through the busy streets of your city, he asked you to come to his event tomorrow which you accepted. after breakfast there were barely any interactions coming between the two of you.

why stay through this conditions?

well we bring you to the day 1

you were troubled writing your new article on the magazine company you were working for.

your boss expecting so much from you, you simply cannot write anything too political or anything controversial at all, so you stuck on to writing these stupid "how to" to articles which was a huge success for your company.

you were stuck, nothing to write, drafts filled with calling out peace for all countries experiencing genocide and territorial invasions or calling out to politicians who were legitimately caught only on scandalous events but never the seat of any meetings.

you were a writer a "how to girl", you swore you did it all and wrote them, how to talk your way out of a ticket, how to feng shui your apartment and even having those little tests you wrote printed by the magazine.

seungcheol was a lawyer, he stayed in his grandfathers law firm, his grandfather desperate for him to get wed and have a family who will take care of the firm and would take care of him as well.

seungcheol's grandfather knew his luck in love, so he prayed that even when he passes, his grandson will still have someone to be with.

day 8 : pride over love

cheol came over to your place at dusk seeing you with your flattering yellow dress with a backless cut on the back.

he was stunned by your beauty, his hand leading to his chest.

"my god" he whispered to himself as he paced closer to you

"you're gorgeous" he smiled as he kissed your temple

"you don't look to bad yourself" you grinned at him

you decided to stay in your apartment for a while as you settled a few of your stuff before you leave

he glanced over your record player and fidget over your albums then he finally sat down digesting the whole essence of your place, it was hard for him to stay still thinking that you were some dumb bet but he knew you were more than that, he knew you we're attractive but the breeze tonight was only revealing your true selves to each other.

you came in the room with your purse settling it by the coffee table as your favorite song came by, you couldn't help but singing along to it

and other girls dreamed that they'd be cheol's partner

they'd be cheol's partner and

you're so vain

you probably think this song is about you

and then you both exploded in to giggles proceeding to do silly dances before heading out.

you both arrive at an immaculately decorated building, you could already hear all the people chattering inside the building making a light buzz on your ears

"cheol, you should come meet our new stockholder" his coworker ushered him as he looked at you with slight worry

"i'll be fine you should go" you pushed him lightly and he just nodded at you making a phone call sign telling u to call him if anything happens

it was a while when you were just sitting by the bar drinking your nth drink for the night, it wasn't your intention to do so, but that was the only thing that can occupy you. you didn't want to bother cheol on his night so you stayed lowkey.

you weren't drunk but you rethink because you didn't know why seungcheol's grandfather ushering you to talk to him.

"so i heard that you have been seeing my grandson" he started

"oh yeah i am" you politely answered, guilt wrapping you up when you realized that you were only feigning everything.

"i'm glad that he told me about a girl he goes out with, he barely tells me anymore because they don't last long" he giggled

"oh really? i would expect him to be married by now actually" you joked with him

you felt comfortable around him, his friends, his relatives, and even his co workers, they really provided you with a nice environment.

"i'm happy that you stayed with him even after knowing that you just started as a bet-"

"excuse me?" you were violated.

"i mean please excuse me i need to get some fresh air"

there was regret in mr.choi's face but it also held worry, was it true? you were a bet? what did he win for you? for this? what did he mean that you started as a bet?

you were furious, you knew you were also doing him wrong, but you felt bad for all of it.

it wasn't helping that you had to admit to yourself that you did like him. even through the fucked up situations you had this week, it was all messed up, fake.

but even in all that chaos, he was consistent, he was there.

now you're doubting if that was his acting as well

because now you were burning everywhere, because you knew you crossed the fine line along the feigned adoration over real devotion.

you adore choi seungcheol.

but now that meant nothing.

quick and heavy foot steps were heard behind you

"y/n!" cheol managed out with huffed breaths

you faced him with disdain painting your face.

“wow, you’re gonna run away after you defy me?” he laughed sarcastically, his face sullen his eyes filled with fury

“defy you? what about you making me a bet?” it dawned on him realizing that you knew about his faults too.

it was true, you did defy him, not that it was your choice, you had to do it for your job, you wrote about him, one of your how-to blog and magazine experiments.

how to lose a guy in 10 days

this was your last project being a part of this magazine line. you swore you couldn’t keep on using people for an article, you planned on being a journalist after quitting, after making him your last.

because after all, you love him.

your article could also be called “how to stupidly fall in love and find a man in 10 days”

“it was a bet at first, then i fell, but you just played me” he looked at you as if you just stabbed him straight to the chest

“what?” you said confused

“leave. i don’t ever wanna see you anymore” he warned

“didn’t know you could stoop so low, and don’t worry i will”

“how to lose a guy in 10 days huh?” he started “lucky you y/n because you just lost him” he uttered walking away.

the night turned completely upside down, both of your chests swelled with guilt, shame and anger.

your heart dropped, but you just swallowed you pride and left.

day 9 : drive me out of town

quickly packing your things to leave, you won’t do any good here now that everything is tainted by the man you met just a little more than a week ago.

you spent your whole day just wallowing the sadness from your love life leaving your friends, your apartment.

you published that article about choi seungcheol to have income before you left your low life and start as a struggling journalist to do what you always wanted, to write about more important things

conventional, innovative, a cry of the oppressed.

but people seemed to worry if blondes were more fun than brunettes.

you truly regret using him, but you both did the wrong things to the write people, only fate knew that.

you rode your cab ready to leave this damned city to move to another identical one.

the familiar streets slowly blurred into the abyss of the distance as you called your friends and relatives one by one just catching up and telling them little life updates.

you were sad, but you knew that seungcheol is probably feeling a lot more than you were.

the darkness of the sky basked you a sense of comfort, there’s always a new day.

you wished him peace.

it was a fault writing about him and confessing about you felt at the same time, but he deserved the last bit if honesty left to your fake situationship.

a raging motorcycle suddenly honks at your vehicle endlessly. your cab giving way but it seemed like it wasn’t what the motor rider meant

“OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP” you told the cab driver when you realized it was cheol’s bike.

was he planning to run you over?

you got out displaying yourself in front of the man you loved.

“y/n, it was all true” he said taking his helmet off he huffed tiredly but not slowing down his pace to get close to you

“what are you saying?”

“i liked you that’s why i agreed with the bet, hoping you would like me back, even though your personality was hard to work with” he laughed to himself

“why are you saying this? why now?”

“maybe i flipped the page too quick not seeing that you loved me as well”

“love”

“what?”

“i still love you” you whispered

“you won your bet a little too well mr.choi seungcheol”

“i love you too, and i don’t care if you pull your annoying your girl antics i still love you”

“that wasn’t me” you laughed

“well there was a part of you who did it, and i love all of you” he smiled showing his gummy grin.

you couldn’t help but feel free, you weren’t stuck in that annoying girl’s body forcing the guy you love to hate you.

“kiss me, cheol” you teared up

he didn’t need to be told twice as he rushed to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing to yours savoring every inch of it. your head shifting in sync as you both connected not wanting to let go.

today’s day 1. the first day of making it real.

day 10 : my heart, it lies within yours.

passed 12 am

i guess you did actually lose your bet now with your friends. at day 10 choi seungcheol was plush against your skin his lips in yours, and your hands in his hair.

“i hate that you have me wrapped around your finger” he groaned onto your lips

“i hate that you actually won your stupid bet” you sighed

“i always win, and this feels so much better than winning” he said lifting you

your bags left on the floor the moment you reached his home, he told you to call it yours as well, from now on.

your silence didn’t last long when the both of you were longing for each other leading you up to this moment.

“hm so cocky huh?” you teased him as you started kissing down on his neck as he laid you on his bed.

you pulled down on his tie realizing he was so busy at work all day.

you kissed him once more and switching the positions that you were previously on as you climbed onto his lap and continued making out

your hands wandering on his hair and his hands on your ass.

your tongue interacting as he let you do whatever you want, his hands started wandering on your body leaving your skin burning for more.

your kiss being more needy as you started to grind on his hard on. he groaned onto your lips leaving you to grind harder.

you started to unbutton his clothes as he followed suit, removing yours as well.

he was pulling on his tie

“no” you stopped him

“keep it on love” you commanded

he could throw you and turn this around, but he didn’t. he enjoyed this a little too much, loving the feeling of being taken care of.

you both were left on your under garments except him having his tie on

he looked so hot having his tie rest on his smooth and hard muscles, his abs and pecs shining from the moonlight.

you continued grinding on him until he held your hips to stop.

“let me have you first please” he sighed as he laid you down on the bed as he knelt on the ground facing your crotch.

he looked at you as if he was asking if he could remove it and you nodded back at him.

his blonde hair a bit messy as you caressed it and tugging while he was removing your underwear

his face getting closer to your heat as he started kissing on your thighs slowly.

his lips then met with your clit as he sucked slowly then proceeding to lap on your entrance already making it soaking than it already was.

his tongue bending slightly when met with the entrance teasing it and slowly stretching it.

his right hand caressing around your waist as the left one kept it on your thigh refraining it from moving.

his fingers slowly worked his mouth as he slowly dipped one into your hole.

his finger was thick, 2 of your fingers were your frequently used ones, but his reached so much deeper, felt so fuller.

he hummed against your clit as vibrations flooded through your veins. he added another finger making you writhe and pull on his hair more.

you pulled him up kissing his plump lips before making him lay down on the bed.

you held his hands as you put it above his head, you weren’t intending to restrain them at all.

his biceps protruding so well when you raised it keeping it there as you licked and sucked on his neck slowly removing his boxers.

you wanted to cum with him tonight.

his eyes went dark seeing his large dick lining up to your entrance, he wanted you to ride him, he wanted to stare at your beautiful body while you felt pleasure because of him.

"no condom?" he asked heavily, he wanted it, he wanted this, but he also wants to make sure that you're doing what you desire, not wanting to make regrets again.

"i don't care, fill me up, make me pregnant" you said in a daze, but even without the lust you had right now, you still would say yes.

"fuck" he groaned hearing your words

his length standing tall, he was already so girthy, his tip leaking red.

he wanted to feel pleasure with you, not just sitting there like some fuck doll.

you lined the tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk down already feeling an enormous stretch.

"god your cock is so big" you moaned as you rested your head by his neck sucking there to distract yourself from the slight pain.

his hands went down to your waist as he pushed you further, taking him all in.

he was sent to paradise with your walls crashing to his length, engulfing it in its warmth

"your pussy was made just for me, love" he groaned as his hands guided your waist to ride him.

you were releasing moans as you rode him, it's as if he was still getting bigger inside you.

you then leaned back to your position staring at him with his tie, he looked so hot with his abs clenching every time you squeeze his dick, and how his sweat made it look like he was glowing.

he was laying back with the most drunk in lust face he got as he bit his lower lip just staring at you bouncing at him.

every curve of him filled you even more hitting the right spots that led you to your high in a few more moments.

you both released at the same time, but cheol was far from over with you

he flipped you around entering you in a missionary position, he was truly strong as he pumped himself in you with a new found energy hitting even deeper than before.

he caressed the bump his dick made deep on your stomach.

he made a guttural moan just by the thought of you being able to carry his children by the very belly he's fucking oblivion to.

you pulled onto his tie causing it to tighten a bit that he moaned. you kissed him sloppily as your saliva mixed and dripped to the side of your chin.

he went down leaving marks on your delicate skin, already having red marks on your neck, he made sure to give your tits some love.

he sucked onto your left one and massaged the one on your right, continuously flicking it. his other hand made its way to massage your clit, which made your back arch and scream his name.

"fuck seungcheol" you moaned

"seungcheol? i thought you called me cheollie" he smiled at you with a shit eating grin

you could barely even give a response, you were simply brain dead from all the pleasure you had.

his pace going faster and faster as massaged your clit to a higher intensity, you both were sent over the edge for the second time tonight.

he slowly removed his length, as your hole felt the emptiness you groaned. your mixed arousal slipping out of your pussy as cheol just stared at it.

he inserted two fingers fucking the cum back into her, you moaned at overstimulation, he continued fucking you with his fingers.

"aren't you doing too much mr. choi?" you glared at seungcheol.

"gonna make sure you keep all of it" he said as she shakes his head giggling.

you pulled him down onto the bed as you sat up stuffing your underwear in his mouth making him moan out loud.

"your turn?" you grinned.

i felt like i could do better :") im sorry if this is bad.

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miimo96 · 1 month

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This chapter is scaring me, I don't like this..

So I looked this up,and it turns out that these butterflies symbolize when someone is near Death. Yeah already not a good sign.

Alright so from the last chapter I had the theory that yashiro may have probably lost her memory and now she doesn't remember hanako or kou or ANYTHING from the past Events, judging my this panel I was right. ^^;

She Got the role that's so cute, I hope hanako is somewhere watching, I really hope she remembers him, this feels too good like if this is getting into the endgame of the series. 😰😰

He WAS!!!😭😭 please lord don't not let anything bad happen to them PLEASE!

So it looks like my time travel theory is coming true and tbh I dont like it, because this story has ONLY 2 possible ways to end. And judging by this series, it looks like it wants to break us and end on a SOUR ASS note like a bad ending. I swear if the thing the clock keepers changed was something with yashiro and her death and it she Still Has to DIE, because canon event or fate, I'm going to SCREAM! Like meeting hanako is the reason shes on the path of dying or something like bruh!

No god PLEASE NO don't do this to them or ME!😭😭😭😢 I swear if he has to watch her die and THAT fixes everything, I'm done, I'm just done.... wait what' about sakura?

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 months

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I feel like I will never understand the people who think that Kakashi should have stayed dead in the Pain arc, since according to them he doesn't do anything relevant afterwards. I feel that if that had been the case, Kakashi would have had an unfinished character development. For me, people forget all the nice moments the character gave us (like, for example, him carrying Naruto), or all the characters he saved, or that he was the one who discovered how Obito's technique worked and that he was also the one who made the plan to seal Kaguya. Idk why they think he should have died there...

Without Kakashi

-Obito’s reveal would have held no weight. Like honestly the only reason we feel anything anout Obito’s reveal is because of his connection to Kakashi.

-Sasuke and Naruto would never have sealed Kaguya. The two of them were trying time and time again and it wasn’t until Kakashi entered the fight with Sussano and put into action a plan of his own that they FINALLY succeed.

- Obito would have never come back to the ‘good’ side. Naruto knocked some sense into Obito but Obito only gave up fighting at that point. It was Kakashi who brought Obito to their side in the fight.

-Sakura would have died, MULTIPLE TIMES. Heck, just from the change to the lava dimension her and Obito would have died as it was Kakashi who saved all of them.

-Obito’s heart would never have been destroyed, thus destroying Madara’s seal on it and giving Obito the freedom to break away from Madara.

- Naruto would probably have approached Danzo about sasuke and been locked away, forcing him to sit down and leaving no one to approach the Raikage about Sasuke, or forcing him to go Rogue to try and fight for Sasuke. It was Kakashi who chose to ignore rules and take Naruto to the Raikage to plead for Sasuke’s life.

-Sasuke would have killed Sakura. End point. Naruto saved her the second time, but Kakashi saved her the first time. If Kakashi was dead Naruto would have arrived to a dead Sakura.

-No one would have brought Naruto to the village and he would have passed out in the forest after his interaction with Nagato and Konan. It was Kakashi who arrived looking for him and carried him back to Konoha.

- Danzo would have been granted title of Hokage right away without struggle. Kakashi was the only one offered up as an opposing choice, and there was no one else the elder’s or even the daiymo would have seriously considered (For the daiymo connection matters, as shown by how quickly they recognized Kakashi by him being the ‘son of the White fang’

But most importabtly

That would have been an absolute shit ending. Kakashi is a character who has always been about dying to protect his precious people.

That was what he thought his worth was. Dying to protect ither’s and the village.’

Him living is what he needed.

Him living allowed him to realize he had worth as more than just a weapon, and that he was allowed to heal and be happy.

If he stayed dead in the pein arc he never would have gotten closure about Obito and Rin’s death, which would feel empty as by that point we’ve learned a bit about his past.

It’s the whole ‘gai should have died in the war’ shit all over again.

They could have died, but then they would just be feeding into the idea that they were fodder for the greater war machine with no worth other than to die for the cause

That was exactly the story kishi was trying to change

What naruto and others wanted so badly to change

Kakashi, Gai and other’s living was the purpose of the story because Naruto’s goal was to have a world where people didn’t die needless deaths.

Kakashi surving was part of Naruto achieving that goal

Putting an end to countless needless deaths.

It’s why Nagato brought the people of Konoha back. He realized that he was perpetuating what he had felt by killing others, and by placing his trust in naruto to change things for the better he chose to display that trust by being the first step and bringing those he killed back.

By ending the cycle of needless death

#Hatake Kakashi #death seems pointless when it has no meaning #like i get it #some people just want characters to die #go watch JJK or other animes full of death #that’s not the story of naruto

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petitepatateuwu · 2 months

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Here's part 2 of my sillies.

After Sakura Mikey, I knew that I wanted a gingko, because it is one of my favourite trees.

And somehow I've been misspelling it all of my life...

And Leo's design came in naturally, so here you go :D

Now to the long boring talk:

His outfit has a funny story: I made it like that in my first sketches, then I realised that all of the others were wearing yukatas (at least some japanese clothing, I'm not really sure about this). Then I told myself that Leo is probably too lazy to attach his outfit correctly, but he still kept the belt under it because he likes the colour, wich kinda makes him look dumb (affectionately, I love dumb people).

Then I tried to write him a short introduction, because as much as I hate to write, I really want to improve at it, and there's no better way than practice for that!

So...

Leonardo is a second-generation spirit, which means that the previous guardian sacrificed his life to protect his tree. "Pretty cool, right?", he'd say if you ask him. "Now, thanks to him, I can do as I please, because this tree is perfectly safe!". Then he'd go back to sleeping, watching insect fights, or read his totally legitimately aquired human comics. Obviously, this spirit avoids talking about himself as much as possible, because the truth is... he knows nothing. The nature of his existence, the reason his predecessor died, even his present role as a guardian, he forgot about it all. Since he has no idea of what he is, he spends all his time resting or playing. Sometimes, a spirit from the nearby forest comes bothering him, and scolds him about not taking his responsibilities seriously. Though Leo always laughing at his remarks, he's secretly dying to become as capable as he is. If only they could engage a more open-minded conversation, maybe he could finally share his insecurities.

#I am still cringing hard #and I accidentally posted this unfinished #this is embarrassing #anyway next part will probably be in a while bc I've been feeling like a carpet all week and school isn't gonna let me rest #my art #rottmnt #rottmnt au #silly goofy fruity bois #rottmnt leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt

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swan2swan · 3 months

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Huh, your Black Clover post reminded me of a train of thought I had about Shonen Female Leads? What makes for a good one period and what makes for one that is good in spite of the story around them?

Furthermore what does it mean for them to be "useless" as opposed to just not being the main asskicker of the lead cast? Apologies if this turns into something way too complicated.

Not at all!

So, there are several categories of "Useless" that female characters can fall into. One is the "Actually Useless", where you can cut them out and things don't really change. Examples being Tenten, Ururu, Loly and Menoly, probably some girls in One Piece...yes, Ururu helps with Ichigo's training and stalls Ilfort, but she's mostly just there to provide a sense of scale for the enemies. This is honestly usually what they're for. And it's fine, mostly...there's plenty of useless dudes, too. Jinta isn't exactly more useful than Ururu, save for his cute subplots with Karin. They're really just There, and that's...not usually the issue with the Female Characters we're talking about. You need to be a bigger hitter.

The more prominent ones are the Winless Ones. They might be important to the plot, but they ain't gonna carry a fight. This becomes MUCH more dangerous to their integrity. Hinata and Sakura kinda fall into this category: they're USEFUL, ridiculously so, and they have Big Moments, but they'll get scorned by a fandom because they're really only there to be the Side Character Woman. Often they'll get a Dedicated Chick Fight (this also happens to villains). Orihime is often viewed similarly: obviously, being a medic is CRUCIAL to Story Progression, having your Dedicated Healer is essential to keep the story going (see also: Bulma in the Namek Arc), but they're rarely going to have their Big Moments like that.

It's also a very, very sliding scale...but what I generally want for a Successful Female Character in an anime is for her to have the same bloody, tooth-grinding, hard-fought, well-planned victories that we read and watch shonen to see. I want them screaming with fury, mustering up all their energy, pulling out combos, unleashing hidden techniques, and finally persevering. It's fine if they fall short against a big opponent once or twice! Happens to everyone in Shonen! But by the fifth time your Female Lead finds herself fighting an opponent and almost dying before The Hero or the Antihero or the Mentor or The Squad pulls up to save her...sometimes it can get tiring.

And while shows like MHA did put out a good crop of girls to fight, most of the focus of plotlines and battles tends to fall on Deku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Dabi, Endeavor, and THEN onto Ochako, Momo, and Toga (the Ochako-Toga fights are all pretty good, but again, Chick Fights). JJK did okay with Maki, Nobara, and Mei Mei, but even they kinda pale compared to Gojo, Itadori, Nanami, and such (though she is certainly lively and memorable!!!).

Black Clover, though? Noelle's right in there with Yuno and Asta. In the recent epsiodes, she kept those shields up, kept saving people, and was fighting the whole darn time alongside Asta the Protagonist. Her powers grow, she fades a little as they do a whole arc focused on Vanessa's growth...Mimosa stays involved...and while the anime's current point hasn't really given Noelle any W's that I can remember, her biggest loss is to an enemy that SCREAMS "I am going to get my power level up, come back, and crush you". And I can't wait for that.

Also, she lost her WHOLE DARN POWERSET in the movie and still fought through, joined the battle, powered up, and...iirc...netted a W.

She's still playing third fiddle to Asta and Yuno, but she's more prominent than almost any other female SC I can think of. Short of Erina and Megumi in Food Wars.

#shonen #feminism #ALSO BLACK CLOVER HAS MERELEONA #and charlotte and sol #and that mad scientist woman #I think Fire Force did pretty great too #not sure when that anime comes back #BUT LOOK AT SOUL EATER AND WHAT THAT ONE DID

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h00nerz · 1 year

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who’s that girl!

TWENTY-SEVEN / not like this

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warnings: y/n with a knife, alcohol consumption, mentions of murder, mentions of burglary, i think that’s all?

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YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED. Crouched down behind the couch in the living room, a random kitchen knife clutched tightly in your shaky hand, and a pot sat atop your head like some kind of helmet. You definitely looked like an insane person, but someone would not stop scratching on your door! And the fact your roommates claimed there was a serial burglar on the loose made it ten times worse.

Felix said he was on his way. So had Yunjin, and Soobin. Soon you’d basically have an army showing up outside your apartment to fight the burglar. You just hoped they’d show up sooner rather than later, or else they might get bored of scratching the door and finally smash it down.

You didn’t fully understand the scratching, you didn’t think that was something burglars typically did. Maybe it was some form of psychological torture, designed to make you go crazy so by the time the burglar was in the room you’d be too insane to defend yourself. Well, if that was the case, it was probably starting to work.

Your phone began to buzz incessantly, and the sudden noise caused you to nearly leap out of your skin. You glanced down to see that Chaewon was calling you, and slowly picked it up and held it to your ear.

“Hello?” You whispered, keeping your eyes glued to the door.

“Y/N! You’re still alive!” You heard Chaewon exclaim, and in the background you could hear Yunjin yelling incoherent nonsense.

“Yeah! For now! I think the burglar is going to get bored of scratching the door pretty soon and come in!”

“They’ve just been scratching the door for the last ten minutes? It’s probably just a dog, Y/N!” Chaewon yelled at you.

“It’s not a dog! I don’t think dogs are even allowed in the building!” You snapped back at her. Besides, what dog would spend ten minutes scratching at your door, right? It was probably more likely than a serial killer trying to break in, but you weren’t going to take any risks.

The scratching stopped, and so did the beating of your heart. “Oh no… I think it’s only a matter of time… Listen, Chae, Yunjin, and Sakura! If I die tonight, I just want you to know that you are the most dear people in the entire world to me, and I’ll never love a man the way I love you girls! Please tell my mom—!”

The door swung open, and you let out a loud scream, ducking down below the couch to hide. Your eyes squeezed themselves shut, you weren’t prepared to see your killer just yet! You could hear Yunjin, Chaewon and Sakura freaking out on the phone, which you’d dropped onto the phone out of surprise. You waited for someone to yell at you, to direct them to the most valuable items in the loft, but nothing happened.

You slowly rose up to poke your head over the couch, and your heart dropped at the sight. Yeonjun, holding up a little dog, with a very annoyed Beomgyu and Soobin behind him. Oh. Well that’s what all the scratching was.

“Really, Y/N? You made us rush home over a dog?” Yeonjun asked, lowering the animal down to the ground. You watched as the thing that had made you more stressed than you ever had been before scurry down the hallway just like that.

“Hey, technically, I didn’t make you do anything!” You said in your own defense, standing up and unconsciously pointing the knife at them matter-of-factly. The pot you’d been wearing on your head slid off, landing against the floor with a loud clang.

“You know, I was this close to getting this girl to give Beomgyu her number! But Soobin thought you were dying so we had to run home!” Yeonjun lectured you, stepping towards you and snatching the knife from your still shaky hands. At that sentence, you snuck a glance at Beomgyu, who just so happened to be avoiding your gaze.

You frowned. “Well, none of this would have even happened if you didn’t tell me there was a serial burglar on the loose!” You snapped, squatting down to pick up the pot. “You should have just told me you wanted a guys night out, I wouldn’t have cared!”

“I am just so glad you’re alive, Y/N!” Soobin exclaimed, wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Honestly, I don’t know how we functioned without you before moved in.”

You giggled, reaching up to try and pat the top of his head. “Thanks for bringing them to rescue me, Soobin. You know, you guys can go back out if you want.”

“It’s fine, we weren’t having the greatest time, anyway.” Yeonjun shrugged, pulling out a stool at the counter to sit down. “Besides, isn’t Yunjin gonna be here soon to rescue you?”

At the mention of her name, you remembered they were still on the line with your phone. Or you thought you were. Somewhere amidst the chaos, the call had ended. You were about to call them back, when someone else burst into the apartment.

“Get away from her!” Felix was yelling and tackling Beomgyu, who had been standing near the door the whole time. You watched as Beomgyu shoved the smaller man off of him, yelling “it’s just me! It’s just me!” Felix got on his feet, like he was going to fight Beomgyu again, before realizing it was just your roommate.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you were the burglar.” Felix frowned, holding out a hand to help Beomgyu up but he quickly swatted it away. Felix stood awkwardly, watching as Beomgyu sulked over towards Soobin and grumbling to himself. His eyes finally found yours, and he gasped. “Y/N! You’re alive!” He exclaimed, rushing over to envelop you in a hug.

“It turns out it was just some dog hanging out in the building! I’m sorry for making you come all the way over here!” You frowned, and you could feel him shaking his head against the crook of your neck.

“Nonsense. Even if it was just a fly, I’d run to you if you were scared.” He cooed, and you could hear Yeonjun faking a gag from the kitchen. You shot him a glare, and he grinned back at you. “Besides, it gives us the perfect excuse to hang out tonight!”

You nodded slowly, pulling away to gently pat his cheek. “Yeah, totally! I’d love to hang out!” You smiled. Truthfully, you weren’t really in the mood to hang out, since you were prepared to spend the night glued to the couch watching Titanic for the nth time, but he was your boyfriend, right? You’re supposed to love spending time with him!

For the third and final time that night, the door swung open again to reveal your three best friends, led by Yunjin carrying a baseball bat. As soon as she saw everyone in the room, though, she dropped it to the floor and let out an exasperated sigh. “Damn it! How did you all get here faster than us?!” She demanded.

“Because you drive like a grandma, Yun!” Chaewon accused. “Actually, no, you drive worse than a grandma, because Sakura drives faster than you!”

“Hey!” Sakura frowned, slapping Chaewon’s arm warningly.

Yunjin ran up to you, practically shoving Felix away from you so she could pull you into a tight hug. “What happened, Y/N? One minute you were saying your farewells, then you were screaming, and the call ended! We thought you were done for!”

“You thought I was dead and still couldn’t speed up?” You teased her, and she narrowed her eyes towards you at that little comment. “I’m kidding. No, it turned out it was just a dog the whole time, scratching at my door, and then the guys opened the door and I thought it was a murderer.”

“I told you it was just a dog!” Chaewon sang, allowing herself into the kitchen and opening up the fridge to pull herself out a can of beer.

“Hey! Stop stealing our shit!” Soobin snapped, and in an attempt to rile him up, Chaewon stared straight into his eyes as she popped the can open, raising an eyebrow at him as if to taunt him.

Soobin narrowed his eyes at her, and looked like he might be ready to stomp over and fight her, but Beomgyu put a relaxing hand on his shoulder. “Technically, I bought those, and I don’t care if she drinks one.” He smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile, too. It was sweet, seeing him keep the peace like that. He risked a glance at you, and as soon as he saw you smiling at him, his own grin dropped.

“Well, since Y/N isn’t getting murdered, we should probably get going.” Sakura sighed, standing up to walk towards the door, but you were quick to stop her.

“No!” You shouted, holding your arms out to block her path. “I just—look! We’re all here! Let’s do something fun!” You suggested, looking around the room to try and get everyone’s idea.

“Like a little party! That would be so fun!” Felix agreed with you.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “You would think that’s fun.” He muttered, and you shot him a quick glare that shut him up pretty quickly.

“Yes! Let’s do it!” Yunjin threw her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Y/N! A little party with all of us!” Yeonjun was not very discreet about his attempts to win over Yunjin, but as long as Yunjin kept rejecting him, it didn’t bother you all that much. Besides, you knew Yunjin, and you knew there was no way she would go out with someone like Yeonjun.

“Fine. But only if we get to play True American!” Chaewon declared, and took a long sip of her beer.

You glanced over at Felix, sparing him a small smile, feeling a bit of remorse for what you were about to get him into. You just hoped he would be able to handle how wild your friends were going to get… And maybe how wild you would get as well.

REGRET. THAT’S WHAT YOU WERE FEELING. A strong, overwhelming feeling of regret had washed over you, and washed the alcohol right out of your system. Just a few hours into your little group hang out, you’d already become sober, and it was all Chaewon and Sakura’s fault.

True American, your friends’ favorite game, was a plethora of different party games combined all up into one. Truthfully, you still didn’t completely understand the game, even after a few years of playing, but that’s not the point. The point is, one of the games that made up True American, was none other than truth or dare.

The stakes were much higher than usual, though, since you either had to complete the dare or answer the question one hundred percent truthfully, or else you forfeit the entire game for your team and lose immediately. It wasn’t usually that bad, but Chaewon and Sakura had gotten a little more tipsy than usual, and came up with what they considered to be a genius idea.

Spoiler alert: it was not genius.

“Y/N! Truth or dare!” She pointed a finger at you, grinning wildly.

Picking truth was definitely the safer option, but you were feeling a bit buzzed, and were in the mood for a bit of chaos. So, with no hesitation, you replied, “Dare.”

“I dare you to…! Wait…” She paused for a minute, holding a finger up to her lip and letting out a small hum. She seemed to be struggling to come up with something, but Sakura leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she began to laugh maniacally. “You’re a genius, Kkura! Y/N, I dare you to kiss the person to your right—wait, left!”

At first, you thought she was talking about Felix, who was sitting next to you, but when you held up your hands to make L’s and figure out which side she was talking about, you looked over to the person next to you in horror. There sat none other than Choi Beomgyu, staring down at you with just as much shock.

What evil women your friends were. You knew exactly what their plan was: get you to kiss Beomgyu so you would finally admit that he liked you, but he didn’t like you, so that wasn’t going to happen. You had nothing to lose by kissing him, right? So why not prove them wrong?

You glanced over at Felix, mentally praying he wasn’t going to get all jealous over this, but he seemed quite the opposite. “It’s fine, kiss him, Y/N! We’re so close to winning!” He told you, then leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “Besides, I trust you.” He whispered into your ear, and your cheeks grew warm at the comment. You were thankful he was just as competitive as you.

So, you turned, ready to kiss Beomgyu, but he was shaking his head. “No, I’m not going to kiss someone with a boyfriend.” He said, holding up his hands in surrender. You frowned. Didn’t he just hear Felix say it’s fine? Why was he being so weird?

Yeonjun didn’t seem to like the sound of that, narrowing his eyes at Beomgyu. “No! You’re not going to make us lose! Just kiss her!” He shouted, reaching over to smack Beomgyu’s arm. His younger friend didn’t even seem to consider it, though, just shaking his head once again.

“Come on, Gyu, let’s just get it over with so neither of us lose!” You tried to encourage him, your fingers touching his cheek, but he pushed you away.

“No. Sorry, it was a fun game.” He stayed firm on his answer, even going as far as to stand up and get ready to walk away.

Yeonjun exchanged a look with Felix, and then at lightning speed, the two were on their feet, grabbing ahold of the two of you and dragging you off to the closest room, which just so happened to be Beomgyu’s room. Before you knew it, they were slamming the door shut, locking you and Beomgyu inside.

“You’re not coming out of there until you kiss! I’m not losing this game two times in a row!” Yeonjun shouted from outside, and Beomgyu groaned loudly at those words.

Now, you were locked in a room with Beomgyu, and beginning to regret everything. Mostly because of the way he wouldn’t even look at you, turned away and staring at the wall in some act of rebellion. You stared at his back, eyes beginning to twitch out of annoyance.

You weren’t sure what his problem was, but you knew it was really starting to bother you. Especially when it was keeping you from spending time with your friends, and your sweet boyfriend. Well, maybe sweet wasn’t the best word, since he had been the one to throw you in there.

“What’s the big deal?” You asked, narrowing your gaze at your roommate. “Let’s just suck it up and french a little.”

He finally turned around to face you, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, fine. But don’t say ‘suck it up and french a little’.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, unfolding your arms from your chest as he approached.

“You’re sure this isn’t a big deal, right? It’s just so we don’t lose.”

“Yes! I’m sure! Let’s just get this over with!” You insisted.

He awkwardly placed his hands on your arms, giving his body a quick shake as though to stable his nerves. “Okay, I’m going to do it. Let’s just do this!” But he just stood there, staring down at you.

“Come on, Gyu, just do it.” You rolled your eyes at him, and he vigorously nodded at you.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna do it.” He slid his hands up from your arms, so they instead cupped your cheeks. “Okay, three, two… Actually, you know what, I’m not going to do a count down, that’s weird.”

“Definitely weird.” You laughed, and he laughed as well.

“Okay, here it goes.” Finally, he closed his eyes and began to lean in with his lips parted, and there was something about his expression that put you off.

Now it was your turn to freak out, pulling away from him before he could kiss you. “No, you can’t make that face.”

“What face?!” He scrunched his nose up at you, looking offended you’d even said that to him.

“That face! It’s weird!”

“Fine, I’ll make a different face!” He rolled his eyes at you, grabbing onto your cheeks once again. He once again started to lean in, and he definitely made a different face this time, but it was somehow even worse, with an awkward open mouthed smile.

“No, stop! You can’t kiss me with your teeth!”

He released you, his lips curling downwards. “You know what? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this, I can’t do this.” He walked over to the door, beginning to bang on it loudly and demanding your friends let you out.

“Don’t act so butthurt! You can’t try to kiss me like a Joker then act surprised I don’t like it!” You scolded him, but he ignored you, continuing to smack the door.

Instead of letting you out, though, your friends all began to chant “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” including Felix, who’s voice was easy to pick out due to his accent. You were growing tired of being stuck in that room with him, and even more tired of his stubbornness. You grabbed onto his shoulder, whipping him around to face you.

“Come on! Just kiss me!” You shouted at Beomgyu, who once again shook his head.

“No, I’m not gonna kiss you, Y/N!”

“Just do it!”

“No!”

“God, Beomgyu, just kiss me already!”

“No, not like this!”

You froze at that, your eyes growing wide. “What… What does that mean by that…?”

His eyes were just as wide as yours, his lips parted as he tried to search for some kind of explanation. “I didn’t mean it like… I just meant that—you know, we… I didn’t—“

You stared at him, raising your eyebrows as you waited for some kind of explanation, but it never came. His face contorted, and he began to walk further into his bedroom, over to his window. “Beomgyu, stop! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine, I just need some fresh air!” He assured you, opening up his window.

You thought that would be the end of it, but were shocked when he lifted his leg up through the window. “No, don’t do that! It’s fine, you don’t have to kiss me, we can just lie to them!” You tried to usher him back into the room, but he wasn’t listening, continuing to climb out through the window.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” He shouted back at you, then you watched as he began to shimmy on the thick ledge below the windows outside towards the living room. You stood in silence, gawking at him as he escaped.

So, let’s get some things straight.

First, Beomgyu refused to kiss you for some game, getting the two of you locked into a room together. Then, he still refused to kiss you, claiming he couldn’t do it, not like this. And what did that even mean, by the way? Not like this? How else would he kiss you? Then, he decided he would rather climb out of the window where there was a high chance he could plunge to his death, than kiss you?

There was… One explanation for what he had meant when he said that. But there was no way you were even going to entertain that possibility. Because that would mean your friends were right, and you were completely and utterly in denial.

Beomgyu liked you.

authors note: those of you who have actually seen new girl know what an important episode this was and i hope i did it justice 😭 if i DIDNT and this is BAD pls don’t tell me bc i already know!!!

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yatorihell · 5 months

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Noragami Reread Volume 1-3

I am so very late because I'm doing a million things but I will be done for the next chapter. Anyway this is my first reread so it's been fun seeing all the foreshadowing!

Chapter 1

Yato being so full of hope doing the job and his original top of the nation dream vs where we are currently is upsidedownsmileyface

Ass comment counter: 1

Yato really is the coldest bitch this girl is crying and being hunted by ayakashi and he's like oh no anyway

'Curses and blessings are two sides of the same coin' vomiting at the future plaque foreshadowing!

Yato has a little praise kink going on and it's valid

Yato's reaction to people who wants to commit suicide when we later find out he has seen Sakura's death and later on Yukine's is just

Chapter 2

Penis comment: 1

Yatori meeting oh god here we go

'I think forming ties with you is just gonna cause problems' AHA!

Yato sees her kick the shit out of a ayakashi and would like to have her as a shinki well I got a surprise for you!!!!

Chapter 3

'This could be kinds fun' proceeds to be not fun for ## chapters

We found Yukine right there

The sister foreshadowing is so heavy 10 years in advance of getting Yukine's story

Yukine spent 30 years drifting and has the right reaction to bring told to devote himself to a sweaty god

He straight up takes Hiyori's stuff lol

Hiyori death forshadowing tracker: 1

Chapter 4

Yukine saying he'll die from parental neglect WELL

Yato and Hiyori having different views on suicidal people until she realises why shinki are shinki and yh

Hiyori death forshadowing: 2

Chapter 5

Yukine conman but he's valid

Hiyori's soul is rather transparent in the legs sometimes

'Why don't you try dying for once' WELL

Yukine's fear of the dark forshadowing

Little girl shinki is so sad I forgot about that

It looks like soil being poured on Yukine AHA

Sister foreshadowing again

Hiyori death forshadowing tracker: 3

Chapter 6

Yukine is such a bastard this chapter

Hiyori liking Yato's smell jahdhb

Biggest plottwist is Yato saying Kofuku is his girlfriend 0.1 second before getting punted by her real man

Daikoku really softens up in appearance as we get to know him, he looks like mafia boss

'He's got a thing for kids' had me choking I forgot about that

Yato's backstory is so well written to foreshadow so much we see in the future whilst running alongside the rest of the plots

Yato and Yukine height difference hdhd

Bishamon's introduction mommy sorry

Chapter 7

'The justice of this world is putting evil to death' foreshadowing for Father in the future

I love men being accessories to powerful women

Kazuma's debt to Yato and knowing what's coming hhdjb

The art has always been beautiful and the character designs improve compared to other mangas early days

Chapter 8

Meeting Nora for the first time and she seems quite chill considering what she does later

Interesting how Yukine asks 'why does this always happen to me' when it's his first time as a shinki, shows he's used to bad luck

Daifuku has a car and we just never see it again (it probably blew up)

Yukine's trousers being too short in the leg

'I found him and I named him' Yato not releasing him no matter how badly Yukine behaves because he knows what he went through

Chapter 9

Hiyori thinking Kazuma is going to kill her when he's the most pathetic man alive

Hiyori meets the girl who killed Bishamon’s shinki. Meets Kazuma, another of Bishamon’s shinki, and notes Yato killed his friend. Brings up the dead shinki. Shocked Piikachu face when he gets mad

Yukine is so baby face this chapter

Nora meets Hiyori and it's on sight for knowing Yato

Chapter 10

Yato gives Manabu a knife and is like fuck 'em up ig

Yukine just wants to be a kid!!!!

'One is enough, just find that one irreplaceable someone' I'm eating glass!!!!

'I wish I had one myself' EATING GLASS!!!!!

'What you really want is something you can no longer have and you've finally figured that out' Oh god oh man

Yukine is just a baby

Hiyori saving Yato's ass again and hauling him to Kofuku’s

Chapter 11

Despite all the hate she gave Yato, Mayu still volunteers to absolve Yukine

Hiyori really shows up on the war gods front garden yelling for her simp without hesitation

Yato refusing to release Yukine and at this point teb years ago we're like babe just do it

Yukine really has no luck transforming into all sorts of monsters in this manga

'It was just like something a father would say' GLASS!!

Daikoku is so daddy this volume wait what

Yato says Sekki has talent as if he isn't the biggest soft touch who wouldn't let that daddy issue child go

Trios first hug oh I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad will they hug again

#noragami #noragami aragoto #yatori #yato #yukine #hiyori #goodbyenoragami

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riversimmone · 7 months

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Reason to Breathe

Reason To Breathe

RiverOfTheSand

Summary:

AU GaaSaku. The train stopped suddenly and she fell into his arms. Her panic had disappeared, only to be replaced by a far more pleasant sensation; and she was falling all over again.

Notes:

This one-shot is a result of a dare after a conversation a while back about how much I love the pairing, and this idea came from a song, surprise, surprise. It's Longer by Delta Goodrem. God, I love Delta's music – old and new. :) Anyway, I know the Tokyo Rails are a lot busier than I've indicated here. But for the purposes of this fic, it's only crazy in the morning (during the normal rush hour). Rated T. I hope you all enjoy. :)

There was nothing like doing something she hated only to find a reason to love it. The contradictory sentiments were like a breath of fresh air, and Kami knew, she needed something to shake up the funk she'd been in since moving to Tokyo. City streets, neon lights… the night before her first day at work was like any other. She arrived at her new apartment, annoyed at the blonde who'd almost driven them into a ditch on the highway. Ino Yamanaka was a hell cat behind the wheel, and had no regrets, the under worked, over paid bitch.

This was how Sakura Haruno had found herself forced to take the train.

There was something to be said for stepping outside of her comfort zone – when it went bad, she could strangle that blonde bimbo calling herself her best friend, guilt free. She was already imagining what it would feel like to have her hands locking around Ino's throat and squeezing.

And what was it exactly that she'd found herself loving? That first day on the subway, and the months that followed. She'd imagined the boredom of the railway would induce a stupor and on her first day, she'd either be hyperventilating or asleep when her station drew alongside the locomotive. Sakura imagined that once she'd woken up (or calmed down), nothing and no-one could make her get back on that train.

Ino was always telling her she had no imagination.

The first day started out as expected (due mostly to her preconceptions), but it did get better... and in the most delicious way possible – in the form of an "on sight" crush. She didn't know how else to describe the reaction she'd had to him. But, first things first, her first impression of the underground train station had been a bad one. And to make matters worse, the idea of taking the subway had always made her want to gag. It wasn't like there was smog or the stench of human waste – no, the subway of Greater Japan was immaculate and blah, blah, blah… no, the sensation of wanting to heave up her breakfast came from knowing she would be stuck in rush hour and forced to stand close to other people. It made her as uncomfortable as having to avoid eye contact with the multitude of people who would stare at her.

The dark haired people milling about her blended right in, but she didn't; Kami knew why she just had to have natural pink hair. Sakura had dyed it, crimped it, cut it, and curled it so many times that her doctor told her not to do it anymore. She'd spent her whole life hiding from the abnormality that was her.

'One more time and you'll be poisoning yourself, at least more than you already have.'

Wishing she was still living in Konoha (where the easiest way to get around didn't involve bunching up in the scorching heat and pretending she wasn't inhaling someone else's body odour), Sakura stared at the ticket vending machine; the stupid thing wouldn't accept her ¥2,000 bill. Glaring wouldn't change anything, no matter how much venom she put into it. She'd never taken the train before today, so just decided on a Tokyo Metro One-Day Pass for this one time; it couldn't hurt, right? She'd only be taking the train twice – to and from work – so it was probably a waste, but right now, she didn't care.

Sulkily retrieving her ticket, Sakura made her way through the Fare Gate, waited at the platform, and let out a disgruntled sigh at the sight of the incoming Tokyo Metro ‒ this was the Marunouchi Line. She hated it already. But she'd started a new job that required an earlier arrival time – the rapid transit of the underground subway was her only option other than waking up at two o'clock in the morning and walking for hours.

The morning rush hour was killing her – the women-only car she was told she could take, was completely full. Sakura had the choice between waiting for the next train (that would make her late to work) and boarding one of the normal cars. Since there were other women in said cars, she felt comfortable enough to risk it this one time.

But the staring was grating on her nerves. Most of the passengers were men in suits, and she found it incredibly intimidating – she was wearing her uniform already, a dark blue vest over her white blouse and knee length pleated skirt. She felt self-conscious, since the only other women in the car were dressed more formally (pants, whatever – it was smart and unlike her clothes, fit like a glove). She was out of sorts in this kind of environment.

At the first stop, when the doors opened, she realised she was going to have to stand up. The woman waddling toward her was the epitome of what Sakura disliked – someone or something she felt obligated to think of over herself. But she stood, stepped aside, and offered her seat. It was the proper thing to do after all. Shifting away from the courtesy seat, Sakura responded to the grateful "thank-you" with a "you're welcome" from the heavily pregnant woman. She tried to weave her way through the mass of bodies and away from the end of the car; she was instead immediately blocked by the arrival of more men in suits. She felt stifled, panic rising up in her chest, and quickly closed her eyes.

'Focus, Sakura – it's just a train ride. No-one here is going to rub themselves up against you or leer inappropriately.'

She hated crowds.

The train jerked, and she snapped her eyes open as it moved. One of the men who'd stepped in front of her was now staring at her. He wasn't leering, but there was a sort of sympathy in his eyes – the kindness in the soft green colour drew her attention first. Then her eyes flickered upwards and she realised the man had short, dark red hair. He stood out as much as she did, it would seem, but no-one was staring at him.

She was lost for words, a blush appearing on her cheeks as he continued to stare at her. While the other passengers gawked at her hair or occasionally spared her a curious glance, his eyes were set firmly on hers.

'Oh god, oh Kami…'

Time seemed to stand still and she was captivated. Sakura flagrantly stared back at him, her hand moving to the metal pole he was clinging to as she moved instinctively closer to him. He held tightly to said pole, barely moving as the train came to a stop. It was another station – Sakura hadn't realised it, but she'd been staring at this mystery man for almost twenty minutes – how many times had they stopped and then started again?

Blush lined her cheeks at this realisation, but she didn't look away; she couldn't. The expression on his face was guarded, so she wasn't sure if this man was checking her out or just rude. Finally opening her mouth to say something, she was cut off by the sudden motion of the train; she stumbled forward and his free hand came up to stop her fall. He caught her, his arm slinging around her shoulder; she inhaled deeply, his very masculine scent making her tremble.

"Th-thanks…" She muttered, pulling away from him.

She decided to interpret this as a sign to stop talking – etiquette on board subway trains in Japan demanded they didn't anyway – she'd read it in a book. But it was disappointing; she wanted to know his name, among other things.

He smiled at her – it was brilliant, the way it lit up his face and seemed to highlight a light shade of pink along his cheeks. She wasn't the only one so taken, it seemed. Sakura smiled back, trying to ease the nervousness flitting about her stomach; the butterflies had become acrobats instantly, doing things she'd never thought possible. It seemed to show on her face because the red head was smirking now; his free hand moved from her shoulder to her elbow and clung tightly. He wasn't making some sleazy move on her, but his face was smug nonetheless.

Arrogant might be a better word.

They continued to stare at each other, though Sakura tried desperately to look away from him. The last thing she needed was to be near another man that took pleasure in her discomfort. She inhaled deeply, keeping the station number of every stop in her peripherals, and making no move to relieve herself of this man's grip. His hand felt oddly comforting against her bare skin (the sleeves of her blouse didn't quite make it to her elbows), and he was at least distracting her from her panic of being so surrounded.

The ride to the Shinjuku-Sanchōme Station came too soon, and she reluctantly moved toward the exit. She didn't realise at first, lost in her reverie, that the red haired man was following her. She'd never been so taken by someone like this before, and she supposed his good looks helped. But it also made her wary. She looked back after disembarking, only to find him barely a foot away from her, before turning to face him.

"I'm Gaara," he said, his voice husky and making her tremble.

"S-Sakura," she stammered and mentally slapped herself.

His head jerked to the side suddenly and something must have caught his attention – she didn't look, wanting him to keep talking. But Gaara was already moving away.

"See you later," he said, and she missed the strained hope in his voice.

Sakura nodded. "Yeah."

The rest of the day went by slowly, like Kami was trying to torture her. Her new job entailed data entry as well as organising – the latter would broaden to company fundraisers and the such after she passed the one month mark of working here. But despite the tedium, Sakura didn't mind it – sorting things into their proper place was like second nature to her anyway. She wondered if Gaara had been heading to work, despite the sleek business suit he'd been wearing. It was obvious, but for all she knew, he'd been heading to a funeral, or some early morning… function… or whatever.

"Blaargh!" She pulled a face at the so-called cuisine when lunch rolled around. It was slop: nothing more and nothing less. It would be worth it to spend most of her lunch time looking for a decent food court outside of the cafeteria at work.

And again, her thoughts drifted to Gaara.

"I think I'm getting obsessed."

She needed to stop these thoughts – chances were that she'd never see Gaara again. That was a depressing commentary and worse than her musing on what he was doing and thinking ‒ and whether or not he was thinking about her. Ino was going to make fun of her for it, and the pinkette had no-one else to confide in, so she steeled herself for the inevitable questions and judgements as she clocked out. The walk back to the station was numbing, and she didn't realise at first, as she moved toward the women-only car, that Gaara was there again.

His hand shot out, grabbing her elbow again; she let out a small yelp as he steered her away from the car he wasn't allowed in. She spun with Gaara's rough pull and realised then that he had started to tug her down into a seat. She made a small hiccupping sound on contact with the seat and he chuckled.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say or do, but then her anger took over.

"There was no need for that," she snapped, pointing a finger in his face.

"I disagree," he waved her hand away, clearly enjoying himself. "I wouldn't have had anyone to talk to if you'd made it into the women-only car."

"You're not supposed to be talking," she reminded him, pointing up at the sign above her head ‒ an ever present reminder of what was referred to as subway manners.

He smirked. "That's only for your phone, princess." She went red and he chuckled. "You're new to public transport."

She nodded, even though it hadn't sounded like a question, and then lowered her head in embarrassment. But he hadn't talked to her this morning – and come to think of it, none of the other passengers had said a word either.

"They're so boring," he said, when she brought it up. "And I'm fascinating."

She groaned. "Are you always this obnoxious?"

"No."

"Really?" Somehow she doubted that.

That smirk was still on his face. "I'm worse."

"Oh, so you don't normally talk to random strangers?"

"I do not," he agreed softly. "I'm not really a people person."

The cheek was gone from his voice suddenly, and Sakura decided this was the perfect opportunity to get some serious answers out of him.

"So, you ride the Tokyo Metro often?"

Gaara let out a soft chuckle. "No, not really."

"Oh?"

"I don't like public transport."

She smiled. "Me neither."

"What about you?" He asked. "You come here often?"

That made her blush, and she bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. "No, but I'm stuck here anyway."

And the next thing she knew, he was prying things out of her – the first of which was what she did for a living.

"You're a sorter?"

She frowned at the smirk on his face. "No," she snapped. "I organise – there's a difference."

"Oh, I see."

Sakura just shook her head in frustration at the cheek in his voice, glancing toward the windows before settling on the red head again. He lost the cheek as he told her about himself.

Gaara had just arrived in Tokyo as well, and would only be here for three months, looking after some subsidiary in his father's business – he refused to elaborate. Sakura told him about having to move to Tokyo after a bad breakup; she'd let her best friend tag along, but the woman was grating on her nerves. The pinkette wanted to go to work, make friends, and come home to a clean apartment. The blonde wanted to go out, party, do drugs and drink past her limit, then come home and make a mess of the lounge room with some random guy she'd found at a night club.

Before Sakura knew it, she'd been riding the train to and from work for two and a half months. It was nearing Gaara's return to Suna and despite her smiles and jokes, the thought of him leaving was upsetting her. Another week rolled by and he finally noticed the hesitance in her smile.

"I'm going to have to keep you, you know," he said, sounding serious.

It made her smile and she stole a look at him as they walked out of the underground station. It was dark, but the streets were lit, and Gaara stopped at the top of the escalators, just short of the door leading outside.

"Really?"

He nodded. Gaara pushed her gently, and caged her between his body and the wall behind her. His eyes were calculating, thoughtful and minutely wary. He was considering doing or saying something – a scary something perhaps. His façade of controlled emotions had become a transparent mask to her since their first meeting. He kept his guard up by default because it was the only way he'd survived in the ruthless world of business his father had introduced him to from a young age. It was apparently also why he had so few friends. He was considered quite ruthless himself.

Finally, Gaara seemed to come to a decision. "Can I kiss you?"

Sakura nodded silently, not hesitating; she'd wanted him to the moment they'd met. Gaara licked his lips and lowered his mouth to hers. It was chaste, which was fine and all, but she wanted more. So she drew her tongue across his mouth, making them both tremble, before he obliged her. Pushed up against cold hard concrete, Sakura was suddenly burning. Her arms encircled his neck and he growled softly into her mouth, pressing into her.

They weren't lovers, they weren't even dating, but she felt like they were. She'd never had such a strong connection with anyone before, male or female. This was what her mother had told her about growing up, what all those fairy-tales had had her dreaming about. And she didn't want to let it get away: not now, not ever.

Gaara was the one to break the kiss, and rested his forehead against hers as he struggled for breath. His face was flushed and she felt excited at the way she was making him feel. Sakura took a moment also, but it was getting late, and they both knew this wasn't the end after all.

"See you tomorrow?" She asked, still slightly breathless.

He gave her a playful smile. "I'll be there."

Sakura walked away, glancing back as she always did, to see him doing the same. Tomorrow they'd do this all over again, and she knew that somehow, things would work out. After all, he'd said he would be there. The next morning, she was happier than she'd been in years, humming as she took a rare seat, looking forward to the next train stop, where the red head would emerge from. She sat up straight as the train pulled into the stop, her eyes instinctively searching for Gaara.

He wasn't there.

– Reason to Breathe –

Sakura had no idea what'd gone wrong. He'd seemed so sincere, like he really was looking forward to seeing her again. He had another week before he was expected back in Suna, so why would he just flake like that? She couldn't understand it.

Ino told her to stop being a drama queen. "Men do that sweetie – don't take it personally. Besides, if he really is as good looking as you say he is, he's probably married, and with like a dozen mistresses."

But the blonde didn't know him, she'd never met him; and despite the alarming level of arseholes out there, not all men were flakes! At least, not so soon after meeting a woman – sure, they'd kissed, but they hadn't had sex, which was the only thing the real lowlifes stuck around for after all. It made no sense.

This left a gut wrenching ache in her heart and she couldn't stop the onslaught of tears. She felt so stupid, so pathetic; why was this happening?

Once she'd calmed down, Sakura decided: she ignored Ino's disgusted comments and refused to go out clubbing to forget Gaara like the blonde "suggested". She went to work, taking the same route, the same time, and hoping against hope that the red head would appear after all, with some reasonable excuse. Embarrassed by her own fears, she waited past the point in which Gaara had said he'd be heading back to Suna before trying to think about how she'd track him down.

What did she know about him? He was from Suna, was the same age as her – twenty-two – and his mother was some kind of philanthropist. He was the youngest of three – not much help there – and the only one of them working in the family business – even less help. Sakura chewed on the end of her pencil as she tried to remember more. She was sitting at the desk in her bedroom, wearing only a pair of boy-shorts and small tank top; completing the ensemble was her fluffy purple slippers. She didn't own lingerie, much to Ino's chagrin.

She finished writing out the list and turned on her laptop – if she was going to find him, it wasn't by door knocking or going back to the train station. No matter what his reasons were, it was clear he wouldn't be going back there now. She needed a new place to look. The problem was, she only knew his given name. She searched the business tycoons in Suna, but none of them had a red haired son. Then she remembered his mother and added "philanthropist" to the advanced search.

Suna had a reputation for its seedy underground – and corrupted officials – so what were the chances that there were many wives of entrepreneurs that spent their time giving instead of taking?

Apparently, there were four.

The first one that came up was actually a widow and had only daughters –strike her off the list. The second had twelve children, something like fifty grandchildren, and looked like a harridan with boils.

'Eew.'

The third looked a little better; she had three children, her husband was a stock broker. It looked promising.

"Asuka Hashimoto."

Sakura murmured the name a few times. It sounded strange – why did it sound strange? The woman fitted the bill, but somehow she doubted Gaara's mother had been married three times. She settled on the last one – Karura Sabaku – the name rolling off her tongue easy. She followed the links until she found what she was looking for: a family picture taken at some official reception that couldn't be more than two years old. And there he was, looking out of sorts, even though he was looking straight at the camera. He wasn't smiling, but the sight of him all dressed up got Sakura's heart beating faster, and she scanned the comments, made by some reporter. She sounded like a fan too, which made Sakura wonder: was Gaara more popular than he realised? During their conversations, he'd sounded like a lost child when talking about his social life.

She gazed for a moment, before shaking herself of these thoughts.

Gaara was listed, which made it easier – he probably kept that number for emergencies and such. She couldn't imagine him giving it out on a whim.

Sakura spent twenty minutes just staring down at her phone after she'd punched in the number. Now that she was here, she was terrified ‒ what if he'd decided she was just a stupid little girl and had moved on? She felt like some overbearing fan girl who wanted to know why he didn't respond to her last three hundred emails.

'God damn it.'

She needed to get a grip, buck up, and just press that freaking button! She did it before any more pessimistic thoughts could take her over and was relieved when it started to ring. But good Kami he was taking his sweet time in answering. The click on the other end almost unhinged Sakura, and she inhaled sharply at the sound of a feminine voice.

"You've reached Gaara Sabaku's phone: start talking or I'm hanging up."

A slight cheek in her voice reminded Sakura of Gaara, somehow. But she struggled to speak, at a loss for what to say – she was expecting Gaara, not some random girl.

"Who is this?" The woman asked, now slightly irritated.

"My name is Sakura Haruno," Sakura managed, with great difficulty. Who was this woman that had answered Gaara's phone?

"Really?"

"Why is that so surprising?" Really, who was this woman?

"No reason – I'm just calculating how much money Kankuro owes me."

Huh?

"Can I talk to Gaara?"

"Sorry, no can do."

"W-why?"

The woman hesitated – Sakura could hear some whispering in the background and a shuffling that sounded like she was moving the phone from one ear to the other. Finally, the woman on the other end of this conversation gave her an answer:

"He's in a coma."

– Reason to Breathe –

'She shouldn't have told me that on the phone.'

Sakura had spent the ride to the hospital a jittery mess. Not only was she nervous to meet the woman who claimed to be Gaara's big sister, but she was terrified of seeing Gaara. A part of her hoped this was some elaborate prank, while the rest of her knew better: there was no faking the concern in Temari's voice during that thirty minute conversation. The woman really knew how to talk – she'd give Ino a run for her money, that was for sure.

She almost didn't leave the back of the taxi, only depositing the yen in the man's hand after he'd gotten irate at her. She ignored his continuing scowls and slammed the door shut, not caring that she'd been rude. She found the right room and signed in the visitor's book before knocking on the door. It opened almost immediately by some random nurse who spared her a glance (her eyes went to her hair) before moving on. Sakura peered into the room.

"Sakura?" The woman called Temari waved Sakura over, and the pinkette entered quickly. She was still apprehensive, but her concern for Gaara took precedence. He looked like death warmed up.

"The doctors say he could wake up at any time," Temari said soothingly, as Sakura took the offered chair next to the bed; the blonde's hand went to her shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

"What happened?"

"After he left the station, he was mugged and left for dead," Temari said.

"Right after?"

"You saw him leave okay, right?"

Sakura nodded.

"I'm sorry," Temari said. "I should've tried to find you, but‒"

"You don't have to explain," Sakura interrupted. "We're strangers."

She gripped the pleats of her skirt tightly as she struggled not to cry, while unable to tear her eyes away from the unconscious red head. He looked like he was sleeping, except for the fact that he was hooked up to a bunch of monitors. She'd almost gone into medicine, so she knew the chances of him waking up got worse the longer he was unconscious. It was cruel, that she'd worried so thoroughly over him only to find him in this state. She'd prefer if he'd just decided she wasn't worth it. At least he wouldn't be in the hospital.

Sakura was a mess, and it showed, with or without the tears. She looked over at Temari as the woman moved to sit on the bed and faced her. The blonde had the same sympathetic look Gaara had given her that first day on the train, and before she could stop herself, Sakura let out an involuntary sob. Temari embraced her as she cried. It was so crazy, but she just let herself go, not caring that she barely knew Gaara, and that she'd only just met his sister.

But eventually, Temari's soothing words calmed her and Sakura pulled away. The older woman fetched a tissue from the other side of the hospital bed and handed it to her.

"God I'm so stupid." Sakura dabbed at her eyes with the tissue. "It's pathetic; I mean, I don't even know him, not really."

"It's not stupid, or pathetic," Temari assured her. "Just strange; I knew Gaara had a thing for you – the way he'd go on about you was proof enough. It's just nice to know it wasn't only one way."

"He's going to wake up," Sakura said quickly. "He has to."

"That's what I keep telling myself."

Sakura's response was interrupted when the door to the room opened (weird, she didn't remember closing it) and the guy standing in the threshold gave her the strangest look.

"Kankuro," Temari said. "This is Sakura. Sakura, this is Kankuro, my other brother."

Sakura greeted him politely, but he just gaped at her.

"Kankuro," Temari said warningly.

He shut his mouth. "Uh, I was just surprised." He frowned at his sister. "I thought she wasn't real."

"You thought Gaara was making her up!" Temari snapped.

Sakura ignored the siblings, shifting closer to the bed. "Gaara," she whispered. "Please wake up." She licked her lips, debating on whether or not to touch him. She'd heard that in even in comas, people could still hear you.

'What about touch?'

So she took his hand, interlocking their fingers and reaching out with her free hand to caress the weird kanji on his forehead, before shifting to move some strands of hair out of his eyes. Sakura didn't notice that Temari and Kankuro had stopped arguing to see what she was doing. She didn't hear them leave quietly, and completely forgot that they'd been there in the first place. She climbed onto the bed and hovered over him, sitting next to him; Gaara didn't respond of course, but she was watching for it anyway.

"Don't you dare," she said forcefully. "I haven't come looking for you just to watch you die."

When she'd told her mother about Gaara, the woman was ecstatic – she had been harping on at her for about four years, wanting grandchildren out of her. But it was the fairy-tales from her childhood that made Sakura bend over and kiss him softly: her own lips quivering slightly at the warmth of his skin. He wasn't cold to the touch, like she'd worried he would be.

Nothing happened.

Sighing deeply, Sakura attempted to get comfortable, not caring that when his nurse came back in, she would be in for a rude awakening. As she drifted off, exhausted from the last few days of worrying herself sick, she felt Gaara move. He shifted under her, the croaky sound of him saying her name bringing a smile to her lips. He was finally awake.

An hour later, Temari and Kankuro returned, armed with caffeine, fast food and a basket full of goodies, intent on an in-room picnic. But when they saw Sakura tucked up in the hospital bed, her arm strapped over Gaara, and her face nuzzled in his chest, they couldn't bring themselves to disturb her.

Neither of them noticed that the pale green eyes of their little brother watched their exit. Gaara had fallen asleep after waking up with Sakura getting comfortable on top of him; he'd woken up several times in the middle of the night to find the strangely intriguing pink haired girl he'd been dreaming about still sleeping with him. He tucked her in closer to his side and smiled.

It was worth getting mugged and almost dying to wake up like this. This was heaven to him.

X X X

#gaasaku #gaara x sakura #fanfiction #my ao3 #All images are not mine

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nyx-the-misthios · 10 months

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Something I've kinde been wanting to do for a little while is to make a post about one of my favorite comfort characters: Namikaze Minato. So I'm gonna do that lol.

Now, Minato's story is a tragic one. And I'm not just referring to his life. It is a well-known fact that Kishimoto can't write a female character to save his life. However, it isn't just the women of Naruto who have also been poorly written. A fair number of male characters have also fallen victim (no, I am not a man, I'm an afab non-binary), and Minato is one such character.

Let's start with the discourse surrounding his teaching as a Jounin sensei. First of all, that was his first time teaching. You'd be pretty hard pressed to find *any* first-time teacher that doesn't make a boat load of mistakes. Mistakes are human nature, after all. Secondly, he was also kind of set up for failure. Heavily traumatized young child soldier, who is the last of his clan? A blacksheep whose training has been neglected? A civilian girl who ends up being reduced into a damsel in distress (Kishimoto...)? Sound familiar? Kakashi, Obito, Rin > Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura...

The dude was set up for failure, and he didn't have the luxury of peace time when he was training them. Minato was still constantly getting pulled away due to being one of the few Jounin that could effectively defend Konoha's frontlines, so that also severely affected his ability to train his students.

Quick little disclaimer that I couldn't really find much in regards to what that time period is like because who needs a consistent backstory/timeline, am I right? Ugh, anyway. Please take this with a grain of salt.

Secondly, and this is where I see Minato getting a *lot* of hate for. His Hokage reign.

Minato probably holds the record for the shortest reign in the history of Konoha (no, I will not include Danzo. He doesn't count) Minato was Hokage for how long? 10 months to a year and a half roughly. That is incredibly short. Dude probably had several projects he was working on, only for them to collapse entirely upon his death. He likely was actively working with Kushina, who had also been wanting to be Hokage (but got passed over for some reason) on several things to help improve the village and make it more habitable for everyone (especially children) but the night of Naruto's birth is when everything came crashing down and Konoha was under the brink of total genocide by one of their own.

We don't know exactly the circumstances in regards to Kushina's health, but I have strong suspicion that when Kurama was forcibly ripped out of Kushina *just after going through what is the hardest thing any woman could go through* aka childbirth. She was already in the process of dying, and she would have needed intensive medical treatment in order to not eventually pass away due to the extensive trauma her body went through. And Kurama *has* to be sealed within a Uzumaki or a specially prepared object.

The only Uzumaki that even had a chance of survival was poor Naruto, and I just know that Minato was likely beating himself up for it. Yes, Minato knew how Jinchuuriki were treated (he married one after all), but I believe his last words of hoping that his son would he seen as a hero instead of being ostracized was mainly because he'd hoped that it would be explained in such a way to properly paint Naruto as a savior. But the information got leaked and warped to paint Naruto as a demon instead. It is truly tragic that a character with such hopeful promise was poorly executed and was doomed from the beginning.

I hope that anyone who reads this can at least be a bit kinder to characters like Minato who were doomed from the beginning. If you still hate him, oh well.

#naruto #minato namikaze

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completeoveranalysis · 1 month

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More of what I was saying just before - the peak contrast of Kyle’s actual dying blood falling through the air, while Evil Wolverine smiles confidently in his very best All According to Keikaku face.

The cleanliness of him, completely untouched by the absolutely devastating battle we’ve just survived, entirely unaffected by the blood of his closest ally literally right in front of his face.

And the look of it all! This is like the big expensive fancy portrait to hang in the drawing room of a noble estate. It’s gorgeous in a way that Evil Wolverine does not deserve but the Clamp of it all is fantastic.

Like I’m sorry Evil Wolverine, you weren’t even close to winning the villain poll the other week, but at least you get maximum CLAMP art attention!

I mean we know better than to actually listen to what Evil Wolverine says, ever, but kind of hilarious that Kyle dies in front of him and all Evil Wolverine can do is say, “Well, he wasn’t even good at that then, was he?”

Ignoring the fact that if the job is “body double” he quite literally performed that task perfectly. He DID take the hit intended to kill Evil Wolverine. No-one saw through the illusion. Not Lava Lamp, not Kurogane, not Fai. It genuinely worked.

Kyle did exactly what he wanted and Evil Wolverine is out here saying no he didn’t.

The sheer desperation of this man to always be right, to always be in control, when he can’t be, leading him to lie when things actually DO go exactly to plan.

Unless he was expecting Kyle Rondary alone to hold off the Tsubasa Family?

I suppose if he was counting on Syaoran by himself being enough to take them all out - which, FAIR, he absolutely did. But EVEN THEN he made Kyle sit in the disguise chair, looking like him, to clean up anyone left over? JUST IN CASE it didn’t work? Which is a lot left to KYLE RONDART of all people.

In which case Evil Wolverine is admitting that ONCE AGAIN his plans suck and fail and he can never get them to go right.

And all over again it’s because people love each other that his plans die and he never accounts for that.

And all he can do is blame Kyle Rondart instead, who was just supposed to sit there and not know what was coming for him.

Which... again, he did.

BUT WHY AM I DEFENDING KYLE RONDART OF ALL PEOPLE, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER NICK

Meanwhile Lava Lamp sees Evil Wolverine sitting there calmly with Sakura’s empty body and just begins to LOSE IT.

And honestly I probably would too if I wasn't so unreasonably THRILLED about the sudden Kyle Murder we were treated with

The triple use of Evil Wolverine's name? The SCREAMING as the background turns to static behind him?

UNDERSTANDABLE!

This would probably be devastating, to think it was finally over, just for a moment, only to find out that it was just a trick. To have Syaoran sacrifice his life to attack Evil Wolverine only to find out that he’s completely untouched. To see him still holding Sakura’s body like it's just another useful item to him, and wasting Kyle’s life almost needlessly and then insult him as he dies.

It would be, as they say, not a very good day.

And I’m absolutely FASCINATED by that last angle, with Kyle’s body in the foreground and Lava Lamp screaming behind it. As if even KYLE’S death is a wrong that Evil Wolverine has committed. As if even THAT has added to Lava Lamp’s distress in the moment, on top of the LIFETIMES of crimes he has committed against literally everyone in the universe.

Justice for Kyle?

Emotional Justice for Kyle Rondart in MY Tsubasa Reservoir?

It’s MORE LIKELY THAN I THINK

#A GENUINE SURPRISE that he is almost framed sympathetically here #Or at least sympathetic by proxy #Sympathy for yet another person used and discarded by Evil Wolverine #Never even knowing it until the end #WHO KNEW #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 211 #AND ON THIS CLAMP DAY I CAN PRONOUNCE KYLE RONDART DEAD #A GIFT FOR ME PERSONALLY #…Oh no do I find this compelling #Oh no have they made me kind of care about the emotional arc of KYLE RONDART #Oh no I think they have #Clamp give me gifts AND THEN ALSO CURSES #But I will celebrate it all the same :D

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yveaart · 3 months

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how to lose a guy in 10 days !! csc (teaser)

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

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metqnoiaxx · 2 years

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hashira relationship headcanons!!

gyomei himejima - 🪨

dates |

- lots of effort!!

- going on picnics or things like walks with him makes you very happy!

- definitely loves going on eating dates

affection |

- doesn't necessarily show affection all too much

- hugging him might be a lil weird because he's literally so tall-

- he likes leaning down to give you forehead kissies

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sanemi shinazugawa - 💨

dates |

- i swear yall gotta get genya to plan these or something-

- he has no clue where to go with you, probably asked you where you wanted to go first

- won't admit that he liked the date, but deep down he really really enjoyed the time spent with you

affection |

- probably not too big on affection either

- if you ever need affection or want it he'll be there in 3 seconds tops

- he secretly really likes unexpected kisses or hugs

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giyu tomioka - 🌊

dates |

- any time spent with you is secretly very valuable to him

- deep down, he loves getting to go on dates with you, and seeing you smiling

- despite his cold exterior, he'd take you on the best dates

affection |

- seems mean at times, but he loves kissing and hugging you

- it makes him VERY happy inside

- give him nightly hugs, he deserves it

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obanai iguro - 🐍

dates |

- his snake, kabumaru, always comes with you two, you don't mind however

- he likes going on walks or things that have to do with nature

- tries to avoid eating dates, he hates taking off his mask and you having to see his scar

affection |

- you don't kiss all too often, due to his insecurity of his scar

- however, he'll pat your head and give you hugs a lot, especially when you really need it

- your first kiss with him was probably something INCREDIBLY special

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muichiro tokito - 🌫️

dates |

- he'll stay silent on most of your dates, but inside he's probably completely dying about how close you two are

- likes it a lot when you plan the dates instead

- he loves surprise dates, especially after he comes back from a mission

affection |

- likes to kiss your forehead before bed

- kissing on the lips isn't too often, but he enjoys it whenever he gets the chance to

- he likes unexpected hugs

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uzui tengen - 🎆

dates |

- ONLY THE MOST FLASHY AND FLAMBOYANT PLACES

- he often plans the dates, and surprises you with them

- dont be shocked if you end up going on a date with his three wives too-

affection |

- kisses, lots of kisses

- he loves coming back from a mission to you and being able to hug & kiss you

- probably kisses you on the neck too but lets stop right there-

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kyojuro rengoku - 🔥

dates |

- aa he'd love taking yo out on a million dates and COMPLETELY spoiling you

- expect a lot, because he always delivers

- these dates are probably legit the best!! he'd think them through so much and make sure it's something you especially love!!

affection |

- HUGS ARE TOP TIER YOU CANNOT PROVE ME WRONG ON THIS ONE

- his hugs always make you feel so warm inside and out, even on the coldest of days

- loves kissing you randomly out of the blue, and seeing your cute flustered face

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kocho shinbou - 🦋

dates |

- probably well thought out, similar to kyojuro

- she loves taking you out on dates, especially whenever you come back from a mission

- these dates might be so little as her cooking a special meal for you, but even that matters so much to you and her

affection |

- she gives goodnight kisses, prove me wrong

- give her a hug every now and then, she probably needs it

- coming back home from a mission and being able to hug & kiss her makes you soo happy inside

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mitsuri kanroji - 💗

dates |

- EATING DATES AND THATS IT!!

- she only orders sakura mochi

- she loves taking you out to eat with her, it makes her happy because she's sharing her time with two things she loves-

affection |

- SHES THE FRICKEN LOVE HASHIRA SHE PROBABLY GIVES YOU THE MOST AFFECTION HERE (possibly second to kyojuro)

- if you ever kiss her, she probably get's so flustered and starts blushing a lot, even after you've kissed a million times

- she loves hugging you.....like a lot

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time spent - 41 minutes

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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Hey, since you asked about tokyo rev headcanons, maybe some about what draken is like when he has a crush on someone? That’d be really sweet<3

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

• Strong, feared, logical, not-one-to-love... These are all how he would define himself. He was in a gang, he was Mikey's right hand and he beat many people- Is that a sakura petal on your head?

• Yeah, that's the bare range of his strong facade whenever you were around. 😇

• He would never be that clingy and mushy man who simps for their love, I mean he simps for you but in a very different way

• Sure, he would get frustrated and blush cutely but it wasn't that visible and he was good at hiding his nerves.

• At the school ground, he would definetly look after you to nake sure that nonody is giving you a even a little headache. He was feared, rightfully so, and he wouldn't hesitate to make everyone bow down to you

• If you don't like violence that much, he would tune it down, choosing to send death glares that would make even the most scary guy pee in their pants - but damn, image a guy being so protective of you yet never limiting you☺️

• To be honest, everybody thought that he would be one of the few that would marry first, after probably Mitsuya and he just turned his back to them... blushing at the thought of it lmao

• You wouldn't probably know this but he would lay awake at night, dreaming of you... Doesn't sound like him but love~~

• If you give any compliments to him, saying that he looked like a badass Disney Prince, he would think about it for many nights even months. He went back to the brothel with a confused look which made the girls there giggle at him and ask what was wrong only to laugh at him and his confusion.

• "She appreciated your good looks, Ken-ken! Who knows, maybe she likes you too~"

• If you get back together after this, he would still scoff grumpily at your compliments which mever ended actually, and hide his face from yours since he didn't want to face your or anyone's teasing.

• Even before you dated, I highly think he would insist on carrying your bag and purses or anything you hold because he's a gentleman. Not that he likes the way your hand touches his, nah uh 🤭 he also cherished every gifts, handmade or not, and even wore them all proudly while smirking as if "Yeah, do you have a cool s/o to make these for you?"

• Cocky and smug bastard lol

• If you decide to introduce him to your parents, they would love him right at the spot. They were worried since he was in a gang at that time but trusted him when they saw the look on his face whenever he looked at you...

• A man who would take a bullet for his lover.

• And now, you might start to think that he comes to your home to solely see your mother to give her flowers and talk with your father rather than seeing you but that's okay, at least he gets along well...🥲

• Sometimes he just zones off, especially when he thinks about the past. His life, friends... you.

• How you were the mere reason that he kept going every day, how he wanted to protect both himself and you so that tou can do everything the couples do... He would smile whenever your smiling self would appear right in front of his eyes, your snorting self who was dying on the floor because of a joke he did and he would sit next to you as well, laughing while hugging you close to himself

•He might took years to confess or maybe just a few months but he'll forever be grateful to you... He will thank God, even if he wasn't that religious, that He brought you to him and gave him what he wanted the most when he was a little boy crying in the middle of the night...

• Home

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x y/n #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #draken x reader #draken x you #draken x yn #draken imagine #ken ryuuguji x reader

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sakurasfallingstar · 10 months

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ShiSaku Week: Day 7

Shisui is an idiot.

The biggest idiot I ever met.

Ever since Danzo had raged war against my shishō with root, nothing had been the same. My once peaceful home became a battle field. Children were constantly being left orphaned left and right from families crossfire, and parents would often be loosing their own children as well.

Bodies and kunai were often scattered left and right. Most of us had to stoop low and steal supplies from fallen comrades and enemies. We just had to survive.

My team are stationed I'm the front lines along with the majority of Konoha 11. We used to be 12, but we lost Neji a while back.

Turns out he'd do anything to ensure Hinata's survival.

Anyways, with so many people with kekkei genkai dying, Danzo would have his ninjas prioritize on steeling them. Be it from their their DNA to their eyes. The Uchiha's where especially targeted.

There was one time, Shisui held a dying 12 year old clan member in his arms. You could tell that the kid, was in pain from not just the fatal spinal wound, but from the fact that their eye sockets were empty. Shisui did his best to comfort and get information from the preteen.

'Who did this to you," he asked, gently.

" Danzo. Ambush. My team... dead," the child said.

That would be the last thing they ever said.

Shisui was never the same after that. He's always had a soft spot for kids, alway trying to lead fights away from civilian shelters or districts. When he worked with genius he'd often have them doing something away from the battle, like evacuation.

Now that a family member, who still had so much in life to experience, died in his arms: I could see that he activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.

I tried to reach out to him calm him down before he did something that would endanger not just himself but those who care for him. He ran off before I could do anything.

Now I'm here, running through the trees as fast as I could. I may not be the best sensor, but I am moderately good enough. It helps that I've worked closely with him, that I've grown familiar with his chakra.

It was easy to pinpoint at this point.

But by the time I had reached his location, his left eye had been bleeding, and was shut. Meanwhile, across the battle field was Danzo. Let's just say what lies under his bandages is no longer a secret.

Just as Danzo ran to deliver the finishing blow, likely wanting to get his hands on Shisui's right eye, I shunshined toward him. With my arms wrapping around his shoulders, I once more flicking away as far as I could. Once we were safe, I began the healing process of his eye.

"You do know what you just did was stupid, right," I informed him.

He said nothing in reply. I get he's probably feeling like shit right now, but he need to understand what his actions caused. What his actions cause me to feel in that time span.

"Shisui-,"

"I get it Sakura! I messed. I shouldn't have gone alone, but you don't get it. That was a family member, and tou saw what Danzo did with those eyes," he yelled, and honestly as much a I am sympathizing him, I am also slightly infuriated.

How dare he assume I don't know what it was like to loose someone I cared for deeply. Especially, since he knows what happened to my mother in the beginning of the war. Know how many patients I couldn't same after getting close to the.

My silence must of been enough for him to realize what he implied. I finished up healing the eye tissue, and covered it up as quickly as I could. I did not want to explode and say something that could ruin what ever our relationship is called.

"Sakura, I- I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I just," he said tailing off at the end, my was already to him at this point.

"Please, say something Sakura."

"You can be such a hero, you know that. You not only put yourself in danger, but you disregarded how it'd affect those around you.

How'd it affect me.

You could have died. You could have broken your promise you made me after my mom died. Do you know what that would have done to me," I informed him, finally turning back to look at him.

To hell with the fact that my eyes are tearing up. He needed to see what he caused me to feel.

Suddenly his arms where around me, in a tight hug. Wrapping my arms around his wait,I buried my face in the the crook of his neck.

"I am so sorry, Sakura. I promised I'd never leave you, and your right. I did almost break it, but it was thanks to you that I'm here. That danzo does not have my other eye,' he said, as he pulled away.

Hie gave me a smile, and placed two fingers against my forehead.

Maybe. Maybe I could not be angry with him right now. Perhaps, I should be happy that I can still hold him in my arms.

No matter how stupid he is, or how big of a jerk he is; he'll also be my stupid jerk that I love.

Plus, he'll be the one filling in Tsunade shishō on today's events. Not me.

@shisakuweek

#shisaku #shisakuweek2023 #shisaku week day 7 #shisaku week #“Who did this to you?”#sakura haruno #this was written at 2 am #please have mercy on me #almost forgot to post this

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mickey10213 · 1 year

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I know it's old news at this point, but something that will always be funny to me that I don't see enough people talking about -- probably because it's so dumb and irrelevant -- but I just love how the Sakura/SS fandom love to come for SP over anything regarding that girl and their ship. Despite the fact that I personally see SP give so many unwarranted good moments for them compared to negative moments, but that's none of my business.

I would also like to state that I am not a fan of the Restuden series, especially Sasuke and Naruto Restuden from the things I've read. Mainly because I think the plot itself is entirely stupid and out of left field for Naruto to suddenly become basically allergic to Kurama in his late twenties early '30s. I could honestly care less about the shipy moments in these novels, but when will people admit the only reason that they like these stories is because it caters to one specific ship? You honestly don't think the story is good because it's not. You just like that Sakura gets highlight to her romance and to some random badass moments. Like come on? How long can you really sit here and pretend that you like that they're fighting dinosaurs? Especially with the largest dinosaur being a herbivore? I'll wait.

Anyway the point I'm trying to make is they praise Jun Esaka, who I'm rather indifferent towards but I find the hate she gets quite ridiculous and absurd at points. They often claim she should be the writer and take over for Boruto because she is a SS shipper and in her stories that involve them she makes content that suits their needs. I.e. Sasuke being a jealous simp and mushy father, Sakura being more confident and damn near wearing the pants in their relationship, random powers that other characters specialize in but suddenly they can use it (for example all of a sudden Sakura can use sensory jutsu, which is Karin's specialty, and Sasuke can use healing and ice style), And overall just all the romance that they had hoped for. Again for example the infamous ring scene, which depending on who you ask was either a good adaption or SP was ruining Sakura. And then you have the lake scene which again they bash them for cutting out certain moments. And finally you have Sasuke screaming for his wife and just overall them being lovey-dovey. And actually don't even get me started on the horrendous motorcycle scene that I guess is in Naruto Restuden, which is the only reason they want that novel adapted but not Kakashi's cause I guess they're not in that.

(Same fans that will come at Hinata for holding hands with Naruto after Neji died despite giving a whole speech pertaining to her cousin, are also the same fans that want Sakura and Sasuke to kiss over a dying Naruto while she drives a motorcycle.... Make it make sense)

Anywho I'm getting so far off my topic but I'm also getting close to my point. The thing I find so funny about Retsuden fans, is the fact that since the anime was far ahead of the manga adaptation, we got to see Sakura get tricked and stabbed by Jiji. When this episode came out, the outpour of rage and disrespect towards this studio -- who has both good and bad moments and I am not a full defender of them because I will admit they can be very biased -- was all I could see on Twitter. I honestly see why people say Twitter is such a toxic place because the fandom on that is just ridiculous. It's just constant arguing more so than on here. Anyway that's besides the point, but I saw so many people trash and compare the anime to the novel since the manga had not gotten to that point yet. They like to say why did he hug her? He never hugged her! There they go making Sakura weak again because she would never do that! Why would she let another man hug her when her husband is right there? Just wait until Sasuke sees what he did to his wife! And just basically overall a bunch of nastiness towards the fact that Sakura was pulled in for a hug by Jiji for an uncomfortably good while before getting stabbed in the back and she did nothing to stop it.

So the funny part is that while everybody is raging about this moment and saying wait till the manga adaptation comes out because the manga follows closely to the novel; The Manga is so much better, there's nothing but silence when it comes out that the manga did the same exact thing. If not did her dirtier than the anime did AKA than SP did.

Now I don't know what was written in the novel specifically, cuz I have not read it. But the gist of what I'm getting from people who have posted about it is that Sakura is just pulled back and stabbed. There's no hug. In the anime, Sakura is pulled back into a hug where Jiji rests his hand on her head and she just stands there before he stabs her in the back and drops her. Now in the oh so beloved and highly praised and worshiped manga adaptation that everyone was saying would do the novel justice, Sakura gets grabbed and pulled into a hug where, again, Jiji rests his hand on her head before stabbing her in the back. Now the difference is as far as I know, which I could probably be wrong because I never watched further in the scenes than what was on Twitter, is that in the anime he just lets her crawl because the kunai was poisoned.

But in the manga he kicks her in her face while she's already down and feeling the effects of the poison making her knock back against the wall.

Now tell me which one disrespects her more. I'll wait. Because after that panel came out, the only thing I heard was that the manga adaptation was going to be put on a hiatus. That was the only thing that was going around despite that being one of the last panels. Where is the outrage that she let somebody hug her that wasn't her husband, where is the calls for the artist to quit his job or that he's wrong and that that would never happen to her? Where is the same amount of rage that y'all put towards SP for animating that but not towards the artist who drew it?

To be honest this fandom, especially Sakura/ss fans really baffle me. I can get wanting moments and great things for your favorites, and I'm not going to pretend that it's only their fandom that acts this way because I've seen plenty of other fandoms including the fandom of my personal favorite Hinata acting out of control, but the amount of blatant hypocrisy and doubled standards that they have towards animators and content creators and anything that has to do with Naruto works is hilarious and astounding.

Yes your ship might be the most popular, and yes your ship might be known as the most powerful in the series. But unfortunately you are one of the most toxic fandoms and I feel bad for the actual neutral parties that just actually enjoy it and don't make it as if they're being bullied every time something doesn't go their way for this ship and character. I now see why people say there is a difference between being a regular Sakura fan and being a Sakura fan that also ships Sasuke and Sakura. And vice versa too when it's said there's a difference between being a Sasuke fan and a Sasuke fan who ships Sasuke and Sakura.

No hate to this author Jun Esaka. I wish her nothing but the best with her pregnancy and with her career because clearly she has fans, as biased as they may be. And to the people who constantly wish harm on this woman just because you don't like her preferences need to get a grip on reality and realize it's literally just cartoons. Yes we can love them and they can inspire us and we can enjoy them, but it is just content for our entertainment. People really need to stop putting their contempt for a character into reality and onto a real person. It is not and will never be that serious. And speaking of reality checks, my final point is that that one manga panel was the exact reality check that that fandom needed to slow their freaking roll and stop having this weird biased hate towards a studio that has often done more good than harm for their ship compared to others.

If you read this till the end, thank you for listening to my opinions and if you have something to say, keep it clean please. This is just my opinion.

#anti sasuke retsuden #naruto #boruto #boruto the next generation #anti harassment #anti sakura fandom #anti sasusaku fandom #seriously people just be kind #There's a lot wrong with this series and this fandom is by far one of the most chaotic #I can only imagine how it is in every other fandom #but be real Sasuke Retsuden sucks ass #it is beyond cringy to see and hear that Sasuke acts the way that he does when that's literally not him in any other instance #not my sasuke

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