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keketopia · 9 months

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𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader

synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.

word count. 1.9k!

cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3

It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.

You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.

"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"

Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.

"Let's see what I can do."

A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.

"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.

A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.

The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.

"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.

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It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.

"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.

"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."

"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."

'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.

"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.

"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"

"Well- That's a good point, but-"

"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.

"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"

You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?

"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"

Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"

After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.

"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.

"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"

"I came from a drawing, not a book"

"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.

"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"

"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.

"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"

"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"

"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.

"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."

"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"

"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"

You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.

"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.

"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"

You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.

You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.

"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.

"Wow! You made me breakfast?"

"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"

"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"

"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.

After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.

"Welcome to the arcade!"

"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.

"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.

"I'm going to win this, you'll see"

"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.

"Yay! I won!"

"Argh! Let's try another game"

"You wanna lose again?"

"We'll see about that"

"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"

After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.

"Wow, so many books"

"A lot of characters like you are in each book"

"Wow"

"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"

"My favorite thing to do"

"Same, honestly"

You brought the books and you both went home.

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You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.

"Y/N, can I read for you?"

"Sure" you smiled.

Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.

"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.

"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.

"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.

A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"

"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.

Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...

"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.

Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.

"So this is what love feels like..."

Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...

"The weather is amazing," You said.

"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.

"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.

"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...

"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"

Surprised, you turned to look at him.

"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"

Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.

"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"

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cinnamon-girl-writes · 8 days

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dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 3/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: nobara, n. kamo, sukuna, todo | see: part 1

nobara kugisaki:

okay so nobara wants somehthing that’s super instagram-able because there’s nothing better to her than posting cute pictures of her girlfriend!!

so…she takes you to a cat cafe 💗

and oh my gosh it’s absolutely adorable

you guys wear MATCHING HOT PINK TRACKSUITS that she bought you guys for your birthday>>>

they’re plain pink and embroidered with your initials and a heart on the sleeve (XX + NK 🤍)

when y’all get there, the employee greets you and takes your food rders

then she takes you to your own private room and when you enter it’s filled with cats 🐈

there’s fluffy cats, orange cats, long hair cats, etc etc

you and nobara are absolutely in LOVE with them (and eachother ofc)

the food arrives a little bit later and it’s super good! you ordered katsudon and she ordered pan fried noodles and you got some sushi rolls to share

you take so many pictures of the cats and of each other! her favorite picture from the night is one of you smiling with your chopsticks in hand and a soft gray cat sleeping calmly in your lap 🥺

you also get a super cute picture of her holding a chubby orange cat like it’s a baby, complete with a swaddle (her jacket)

you guys had *so much fun* and have so many cute pictures to remember that night!

when you go back to her dorm that night, you scroll through all the pictures on your phones while cuddling in her bed and watching high school musical ✨

noritoshi kamo:

(inspired by this~link~ flower garden)

i think kamo is such an awesome & underrated character!! i hope y’all like him as much as I do ✨

so for background, you go to tokyo jujutsu high and kamo of course goes to kyoto jujutsu high

you met during the goodwill event and we’re just gonna pretend that shibuya didn’t happen ok 🤷🏼♀️

you and kamo have been dating for three years now and today’s your anniversary! so he wants to do something super special for you 💗

he’s very introverted so he definetly wouldn’t want to do something around a lot of other people

he’d rather just spend time with you in a totally private setting

so he takes you to…a picnic!!

omg my heart 😭💞 anyways

he prepares everything the night before: the food, a bottle of champage, a blanket for watching th clouds ✨

he comes to pick you up late that afternoon wearing a white button up and navy blue slacks (oh good lord i-)

you’re wearing a baby pink sundress that’s decorated with little green and white flowers so you guys look SO GOOD next to each other all matching and stuff 💜

he literally looses his breath when he sees you, like he thinks you are SO gorgeous (and you are babe)

he places a hand on the small of your back and guides you to his car where he drives you out into the countryside

eventually, you make it to a beautiful flower garden that’s filled with the greenest grass and most lively flowers you’ve ever seen 🌷

he tells you that the garden has been owned and taken care of by his family for generations and it was just passed down to him 🥺

you of course tell him that it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?? and he gets all blushy because he doesn’t recieve a lot of compliments that aren’t about his cursed technique ☺️

he sets out the blanket and helps you sit down on it

when he opens the picnic basket you see the most gorgeous assortment of pastries, sandwiches, and pies🥐

of course you gush to him about how he’s the perfect boyfriend and this is the picture-perfect date

the food is delicious; he ordered some of everthing from one of your favorite local cafes in Tokyo, knwing exactly which items on the menu were your favorite 💞

while you eat, you chat idly about the things you had coming up in your lives (although you tried to avoid the less appealing topics, such as when noritoshi would have to become the head of his family)

you tell him about how you’re visiting your sister in Osaka this summer and the surprise birthday party that you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo had planned for megumi

he tells you about the poetry book he’s been reading lately and how learning cursive is going

you two also discuss what you wants your lives to look like after jujutsu high; becoming professional sorcerers, moving in with the kamo clan, starting a family…

stop i’m squealing blushing twirling my hair-

the two of you become tired after your meal so you lie back on the grass, watching the clouds go by and pointing out the little yellow butterflies when they pass by

eventually, the sky becomes dark and loses it’s blue color, fading into a deep maroon color

the two of you pack your things up and head back to the school, his hand on your thigh as he drives ❤️

when you get there and he walks yo back to your dorm, he tells you how much he loves you and how he never wants to let you go 🥺

ryomen sukuna:

ok so this is gonna be based off of upperclassmen!sukuna

a little backstory: sukuna is your upperclassman at school and he used to play with you and mess with you because he liked you~ eventually you caught on and then he asked you out! you’ve been dating ever since (in this fic you’re both still in school) and he’s super protective of you (i.e. no one else can mess with you but him)

you and sukuna have been dating for about a year now!! 💞

he decides that he wants to take you to a new sushi bar in Tokyo this weekend

it’s really modern and expensive looking and you’re like???? babe where tf did you get this money from??????

but he decides to splurge on his girl because he loves you so much 💞

you guys order a couple different rolls (some of your favorites and some of his)

his favorite roll is the california roll but he also loves nigiri🍣

and the food turns out super good btw!

you and sukuna talk about school mostly: which classmates you thought would get together, the teachers that you liked the most, what assignments you were working on

i think it’s safe to say that sukuna’s favorite subject would be history

so he would accidentaly start gushing to you about a topic that he just learned about and then stop because he thought he was being nerdy when in reality you actually thought it was adorbale the way he was so passionate about history 💞

after lunch, you guys go back to his house (we’ll say it’s not a boarding school) and chill and watch tv together and yea 🥰

bonus: you convince sukuna to start watching dance moms with you and at first he’s like “🙄 yeah whatever ok” but he lowkey starts to get REALLY into it????? like atp he’s yelling at the tv like “KELLY YOU BITCH”

aoi todo:

i feel like your relationship with todo would be so sweet 🥰

i can see y’all going on a bunch of fun dates and one of those includes…

movie dates!!

i think that todo would love movies and so movie dates are definetly a thing for him

you guys decide to go see a new thriller movie that came out recently

he’d buy you all the snacks you want and i can definetly see him enccouraging you to eat enough🥺

surpirisingly i don’t feel like he’s the type of person to sneak food into movie theaters so you would buy everything there (it’s fine he can probably afford it)

imagine y’all sharing a packet of sour straws 🥺

he also gets popcorn of course because it’s a movie classic and it would be his favorite movie snack

you guys get settled into your seats and you’re happy to discover that they’re the comfy heated massage seats that recline

which not only makes you super comfy but also slightly more terrified of the scary movie when the figures jump out of nowhere on the screen

overall you’re very comfortable though

todo sits with his legs propped up in front of him by the reclining chair and has one arm wrapped around you from behind, resting his hand on your side

for the most part, todo isn’t scared of the movie that much

BUT you can feel his grip on you grow ever so slightly tighter during intense scenes 😭 poor boy

afterwards he would ask you a bunch of questions about the movie: what did you think?? who was your favorite character??? were you surprised when (character) died???

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to look like a total fangirl right then but yeah he loved it

you match his enthusiasm in your answers because you love to see him happy (and you also really enjoyed the movie)

alternatively: you accidentally fell asleep during the movie (in your defense, the heated chair was really comfy) and so you make up your answers to his questions so you don’t make him feel bad even though he wouldn’t care

afterwards, you get ice cream and walk around the mall ❤️

#Nobara x reader #nobara kugisaki #aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #noritoshi kamo #kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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mrsmarymorstan · 1 year

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Why does no one talk about the Anime Adaption for Goncharov? I know that it only got a limited cinema release in Japan (if anyone knows if the rumours about the katsudon salesman are true let me know!) but come on this is TUMBLR!

I mean look how beautiful this is?

And look, I know that De Niro's look is really iconic but there's no denying how hot Anime!Goncharov is!

Honestly the weirdest change for me was how they made Sofia twenty times more butch?

But the scene with her and Katya in the café is still PERFECTION so what do I care?

I don't like how they made it so errr... explicit? That Joe is directing his feelings towards the loss of Mittens onto Katya? But that's anime I guess...

Also I don't care WHAT people say about like "oh Katya as a Russian immigrant in Italy would NEVER have worn this to a christening" THIS OUTFIT SLAPS KATYA IS A QUEEN!

I was a little worried when I first watched it about the woobification of Andrey but I think in the end they really do capture his journey from bright eyed newbie to trained killer.

URGH Tumblr image limit. More in next reblog, including that final scene because MY HEART!!!

#goncharov #goncharov (1973)#Goncharov Anime #Yuri On Ice #unreality

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exquisitesimp · 1 year

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Your First Date with Dazai

A/N: Hello to everyone reading this! This is my first post here, it's a short story about the reader's (F) first encounter and date with Dazai. English is not my first language, so don't hesitate to message me if you think I need to make any corrections. Thanks for reading and liking my post, it means a lot!! Stay healthy, eat well and drink plenty of water!! - Sam

Tags: Bungo Stray Dogs, Dazai Osamu, First Date, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 3k approx.

It’s only been a week in your new job as a waitress at your local restaurant. Living in Yokohama all alone has been kinda tough on your wallet, and you had to get a job immediately after losing your previous one. A restaurant job wouldn’t be your first option, but you really needed it to pay your rent.

So far things have been running pretty smoothly, you’ve had no trouble with any customers and the manager congratulated you on how well you’re doing. You had started getting used to the calm atmosphere of the restaurant. You’re getting along with your co-workers, but you haven’t gotten too close yet. You know them for only a week after all.

That Friday evening the restaurant had been very quiet. That was no longer the case when two tall, peculiar men entered the place, causing you to take a look to see where the noise was coming from. They seemed to be having an intense conversation, but you couldn’t afford to pay close attention.

“Do these men come here often?”, you asked the manager, who happened to be standing closeby.

“Yes, don’t mind them… By the way, you’re responsible for cleaning up and closing tonight. Your keys are in your locker”

“Yes, sir” you said as he left for the kitchen.

You went to take the order from these men, who had sat themselves at a table for two.

“Good evening gentlemen, would you like to take a look at our menu?”

Both men were deeply focused on what looked like reports, laid out on the table.

“No thank you, we already know what we’re having. I’ll be having a Katsudon dish” said one man, lifting his head up . He wore glasses, had blond hair and was very serious-looking.

“Alright. And what about you?”, you asked, addressing the other man.

“I’ll be having the nikujaga and some sak- oh my god”, he said, as he lifted his head to look at you. His hair and eyes were chocolate brown, and had bandages wrapped around his neck and his arms.

“Is anything wrong, sir?”

“Kunikida-kun, Kunikida-kun”, he said tugging his friend’s sleeve, “do you see what I see?”

“You better not say anything stupid…”, the other man replied.

“Is this an angel right in front of me? Can you see her too, or am I the only one with eyes blessed enough to perceive her otherworldly beauty?”

“Dear Lord…”, the other man muttered.

“What a beautiful creature! Her mesmerizing eyes are piercing right through my very soul, it’s like they’re keeping all the secrets of the world, but yet they look so honest. And what a pretty face she has! Absolutely dazzling…And her cheeks, they’ve turned all rosy red. She’s all shy and humble too! Ah~ this is all too much for me to handle”

He gently took your hand and held it with both of his hands, gently stroking it with his fingertips.

“What is your name, beautiful lady?”

You were at a loss for words. What has just happened? Why is a stranger showering you with compliments? Nobody has ever talked to you like this, so it’s not strange that you turned into a blushing mess. It was still very weird, and you really didn’t know how to react.

“Y/N…”, it was difficult to even utter your name…

“Ah, wonderful! My name is Osamu Dazai”, he said, bringing your hand closer to his lips and planting a gentle kiss on it with his eyes locked in yours, “enchanted to meet you”

Once again, you didn’t know what to say. He was a beautiful man for sure, there was something sweet in his facial features. You’ve never had people be so flirty, let alone a customer.

“It’s the first time I see you. You’re new around here, aren’t you?”, he said, still holding your hand.

“Yeah, it’s been a week now…”

“Oh, wonderful! This is Kunikida-kun, a colleague of mine. We come here to eat every now and then. How do you like it here?”

“It’s nice, I guess…”

“How nice it is to have such an alluring woman serve us! We’re gonna come here every single day now!”

“Dazai stop, you’re embarrassing yourself”, said Kunikida.

“I’m just expressing how stunning Y/N-chan is”, Dazai responded, looking at you with a smirk.

A nervous chuckle escaped your mouth.

“I really don’t know what to say…”, you said, staring right at your feet, unable to look him in the eye after everything he said.

“Oh don’t be shy, sweetie! How about you come sit with us for a second, we can get to know each other better? You got a lot of work at this time?”

“WE have a lot of work at this time”, Kunikida intervened.

“ADADADADA!”, Dazai said, shushing Kunikida with his index finger. “I was talking to Y/N-chan! What do you say?”

“Friday evenings are usually busy to be honest…” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Okay, then how about we go for a drink once you’re done with work?”

“Uhhh-”

“I’m really sorry that you have to go through this”, Kunikida said.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it…” you replied.

“Please go back to your work, I hope my friend doesn’t bother you again”

“I’ll bring your order right away”

You walked away with a shy smile,overhearing the following conversation between the two men:

“Kunikida-kun what are you doin-”

“No, what are YOU doing?! We have all these papers to go through!”

“But Y/N is so cute!!!”

You giggled. It seems like these two were taken straight out of a comedy. Dazai kept calling your name every time you walked past their table, but you just smiled at him and went on with your work.

“Katsudon for Kunikida-san, and nikujaga and sake for Dazai-san”, you said, leaving their plates on their table.

“Ah, thank you sweetie! Why don’t you feed me with these elegant hands of yours?”

“Dazai!!!”, said Kunikida, smacking his friend’s Dazai’s head. “I’m so very sorry”

You laughed and walked away. You’d normally feel very uncomfortable with such strange comments being addressed to you. But these two are just so adorable and hilarious together that it’s not bothering you nearly as much.

In fact, Dazai grew more and more attractive in your eyes. This tall, smart-ass of a fool found his way into your heart with his humorous personality.

“Did you like your food?”

“Delicious, but nothing quite like you”, said Dazai.

Kunikida rolled his eyes, leaving the bill face down for you to pick it up.

“Keep the change. It’s for your patience”, he said.

“Oh, you didn’t have to. Thank you so much though”

“What time do you finish work, sweetie?”, Dazai asked.

“We’re closing at 9, but I have closing and cleaning duties for tonight”

“Oh, poor girl! I bet you’ll need some company while you do that”

“I’ll make my way out, It’s getting late”, said Kunikida.

“Ah Kunikida-kun what a goody two-shoes you are!”, Dazai teased.

“I won’t be responding to that…”

“Your ideals don’t allow you to do that either?” he inquired, lifting an eyebrow and anticipating his friend’s reaction.

Kunikida took a deep breath, as if to hold his anger to himself, and resist the temptation to strangle his companion.

“Good-bye Y/N, it was nice meeting you. As for YOU, Dazai, I’ll see you tomorrow at work unfortunately”

You laughed and greeted him goodbye as he closed the glass door behind him.

“Finally, now it’s just the two of us now”, Dazai said, holding your hand as you were ready to walk to the cashing machine.

“And many more customers, in case you haven’t noticed”, you joked.

He laughed. His laugh was so cute, it made your heart flutter.

“Half an hour before 9. I’ll be waiting right here!”, he said as you walked away.

Time passed, the customers had all left, and so did the other employees. Dazai was the only one in the restaurant, patiently waiting at his table for you to finish your work, casually annoying you as you were sweeping and mopping the floor, singing all sorts of love songs and ballads to grasp your attention. You couldn't help but laugh at his silly attempts, which meant they were absolutely working.

It took you a while, but you were finally done with everything you had to do. The man was still there waiting.

“You’re quite persistent, Dazai-san”

“Oh gorgeous, please just call me Dazai. Don’t address me like I’m your superior! Ready to go?”

“Go where?”

“For a drink!”

“Where?”

“I know a nice bar that’s not too far away. It has an amazing view of Yokohama for you, and you’ll be the amazing view for me”

It’s no lie that his swoon-worthy words made you nervous and swept you off your feet.

“Sure I guess… Give me a minute to change and get my stuff”

“Lovely! I’ll be waiting”

You walked to the bar he was talking about, and he was absolutely right about the view. It was stunning. Dazai was the one leading the conversation most of the time because your shyness got the best of you.

“Don’t be so quiet, Y/N-chan! Tell me more about you!”

“Well, I’ve told you, I moved in Yokohama recently”

“What is it that brought you here?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to break free from what was holding me back….”

“Ooh, very enigmatic. What was holding you back exactly?”

“You’re quite curious, aren’t you?”

“Pardon me, gorgeous”, Dazai chuckled, “You're right, not everything can be revealed on the first date....”

“Date?”

“Yes of course! Isn’t that what this is, Y/N-chan?”, he said, covering your hand with his.

“Look at these thin, delicate fingers…”, he stroked them softly, “and such elegant wrists…” and gazed at your hands in complete fascination. “Isn’t there anything you want to know about me?”

“I don’t know…”

“You can ask anything at all”

“Okay… Why are your arms covered in bandages?”

“Right in the deep, I see….”

“I just found it odd, among many other things about you…”

“You’re just so cute…”

“You’re avoiding my question Dazai-san”

“Dazai”

Dazai…

There’s undeniably something you are feeling about this man. Maybe it’s the bar, the lovely view, or his beautiful eyes, but you want to spend more time with him.

“You’ll find out about these bandages soon enough… on our next date!”, he said.

“There’s gonna be a second date?”

“Only if you want there to be one”

You turned your head to search for his eyes, only to find that they were already looking at you. A smile formed in your lips, a smile which Dazai reciprocated sweetly before he took a sip of his drink.

Liking him felt so natural to you. You only knew very few things about him, but there was a connection between you, one you couldn’t possibly ignore no matter how hard you tried.

It was getting late, so you decided to leave. Dazai paid for your drinks and insisted on walking you home. The lovely conversation continued as you were walking under the dark sky and the dim light of street lamps.

“What if I did want a second date?”

“That would be just delightful. What would you want us to do for our second date?”

“I don’t know, maybe this time I can come to your workplace instead, and distract you by relentlessly flirting with you until you agree to go out with me after work”

Dazai laughed, and then sighed. “So cute…”

And there goes your mind, once again, blank. It happens every time he compliments you, and you don’t know what to say. Words were not enough. You walked a bit closer to him and strategically let your hand stroke his. He immediately got the hint and intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a warm squeeze.

“Don’t act as if you didn’t like it though”, he teased.

“Oh well, it was definitely… grandiose”

“So you liked it”

“That’s not what I said”

“You definitely did”

“Can I change your mind?”

“It’s too late for that now… why would you be here with me if it weren’t the case?”

A few quiet moments went by. He wasn't wrong at all.

“Gotcha! Oh, what a cutie…” he chuckled, letting go of your hand to ruffle your head, and then wrapping his arm around you. It felt so exciting, and yet so calm and safe. You wanted to remember every thought and every feeling you experienced during these fleeting moments with him.

“We should really exchange numbers”, you said.

“We will. We have to arrange that second date after all”

“Right”, you chuckled.

“I have the best idea for our next date”, said Dazai followed by a dramatic pause. “Double suicide!”

The spark in his eyes as he was saying these last two words was adorable in every way possible.

“What?”, you laughed, “that’s even weirder than the bandages!”

Dazai laughed as well, not feeling the need to explain himself on this unusual idea of his. Hearing your laugh was all he needed.

A few minutes of walking together, voices and giggles filling the silence of the night, you arrived at your doorstep. As you spent more and more time with him, you realised that there was much more to this man than what you could see.

Despite his witty comments and cute clownery, he also had a more serious and thoughtful side. And despite sometimes ridiculing himself, he turned out to be so much smarter than you expected. He does, after all, do some sort of detective work, which he was impressed that you could figure out just by glancing at the papers on the restaurant table a few hours ago.

You were having fun and enjoying his company so much, you didn’t want to take your separate ways.

“Here we are…” you said, with a sigh.

“Yeah…”

Dazai moved closer to you. You lifted your head a little higher to meet his eyes. His slender fingers caressed your cheek, and his gaze was so soft and tender.

“Thank you, Y/N. Tonight was beautiful”

“I had a great time too”

The man couldn’t take his eyes off your lips. He really wanted to kiss you before he left, and he had been thinking about it the whole night. It was obvious from the way he was looking at you that he was very afraid of making the wrong move and scaring you away. It was the first time during the whole date that you saw this expression carved on his handsome face.

You were feeling just as confused. Part of you wanted to jump in his arms and seal the night with a goodbye kiss, but another part of you was scared that you were moving too fast. You knew this guy just for a couple of hours after all. But at that very moment, letting him go just like that would make the night feel incomplete…

“The thing you called ‘grandiose flirting’, there was not an ounce of exaggeration in it… I meant every single word I said to you…” followed by a pause, “No exceptions at all”.

At this point, all there was in your mind were words, floating in an empty space; “beautiful”, “mesmerizing”, “angel”, "dazzling", “alluring”, “elegant”, “delicate”, “gorgeous”, “cute”, “sweetie”…

You put an end to his troublesome thoughts and dilemmas by going on the tips of your toes, cupping his face, and planting a kiss on his lips, obviously without thinking very clearly.

He looked at you with eyes wide open, somewhat surprised at your bravery, with a subtle blush on his cheeks.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight, I got carried away because you are so sweet and kind and I’m clearly mov-“

“Can we… do that again?”, he whispered softly, with a little smile on his lips, as he was processing what just happened.

“Well now it’s done, so…”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll only go for it if you want me to”

You paused for a while.

“Well, yeah… let’s do it again”

“Lovely…”, he said, gently cupping your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

Unlike you, Dazai was not acting on a whim. He made every moment last what felt like forever, and that gave you the chance to pay attention to all the little details.

His lips were very soft and warm, moving in a way that was so delicate, and yet gave you such intense feelings. While one of his hands still rested peacefully on your cheek, the other was slowly and mindlessly drawing shapes in your back. Once he reached your waist, he pulled you closer to himself.

You wanted to remember everything about this; the sweetness of his words, the taste of his lips, his touch which resembled that of a feather...

“Magic…”, he whispered as he broke the kiss. He took a moment to look at your face and your dilated pupils “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful…”

“I should get going”, he added.

“When are we gonna meet again?”

“Can’t wait to kiss me again, huh?”, he teased. “I’ll call you during the weekend, I absolutely will!”

“Okay...”

“Goodnight, Y/N ”, he said, kissing your hand like he did when he introduced himself to you.

“Goodnight, Osamu Dazai”

His gaze softened when you called him by his full name. He walked away and you got inside your apartment. Part of you was already missing him.

As you were lying in bed, reminiscing moments from your date while staring at the ceiling and smiling to yourself like an idiot, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Dazai:

“I had an amazing time tonight. It's sad that I had to go when things were just getting good. We’ll meet again soon, it’s a promise! And we'll pick it up from where we left it...Sweet dreams, gorgeous <3”

#bungo stray dogs #anime #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd

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yoificfinder · 10 months

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Hi! Thank you so much for organizing something like this. I've been searching for a fic I know I read at least two years ago (not sure of age). It's a soulmate AU where all the nicknames/petnames your soulmate gives you are all over your skin (before you meet). Yuuri is covered in them and at one point someone says to Yuuri "You are going to be so loved". I also remember that Mari has only one and it's "B----" :( If you could help me find this I'd appreciate it so much!! Thank you!

Hiii! It's the second chapter in this collection of one-shot soulmates AUs Drunk on You by @kiaronna

Ch. 2 Pet Names

Yuuri has to wear long sleeves and pants to hide all of them—the winding Cyrillic that covers his skin, spotted with English words, phrases in kanji (my katsudon), and even Greek, for heaven’s sake. Viktor only has three: his name in beautiful Cyrillic, something complex in kanji his Japanese neighbor is too scandalized to translate, and in English a single word: coach.

Soulmate AU where all of your partner's nicknames for you are inscribed on your skin from birth

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #victuuri #yoi fic search

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i found the post you made about the weird af signs on the brown line, i used to live in that area of chicago (off belmont). ive moved out of the city but miss the food and the trains a ton, please accept food recs

Gyu-Kaku BBQ is like half a mile away and is my FAVORITE do your own bbq place EVER. they have great lunch specials where you can get three meats + rice/salad/side for super reasonable.

Bites Sushi is like a mile away and has super loaded sushi rolls (they give you big fish portions) and a great asian-american menu. the chicken katsudon on their menu is big enough for like three meals.

Andys Thai Kitchen is super good and so is Sunset Pho a half mile away. mostly got take out there but damn if hot noodles on a cold day isnt great.

also youll probably never go but Pasta Palatzo (off the armatige brown/purple line) has good as FUCK pasta plates for less then 10$. super reasonable with great food, 10/10.

this is the most beautiful message ever to me. thank you so much, you really have a generous and thoughtful heart. i live closer to uptown now but i still work down there and am around there very often, i will keep these places in my mind :)

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9r7g5h · 5 months

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A Week of My Enigma - Courting

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

AN: A week of Enigma Bakugou prompt fills.

Words: 1426

Katsuki knew he was moving fast - he and Deku had only been courting for a few weeks, still had finals and to graduate and figure out where they were going to become sidekicks. He knew this was generally the final step, proving to your chosen mate that you could provide, that there was a safe den to nest in somewhere, somewhere protected where the omega could be cared for. Not that Izuku needed to be cared for; even being an enigma, the supposed top of the food chain, a hunter even of alphas that could forced them to bow with a single lift of his lip, Izuku still took him out an even number of times whenever they sparred.

He was strong, he was beautiful and wonderful and everything inside of Katsuki knew. Had known for a while, he knew; even when he wanted to hate the damn nerd, a part of him had been drawn towards his strength, his conviction, had whined every time he’d raised his hand against him. It was easier now, now that they were friends, that Izuku had accepted his courting gift, had blushed and smiled and immediately wrapped himself in the scented All Might blanket Katsuki had given him over a katsudon dinner. Their mixed smells had been enough to almost make him drool, the venom-laced saliva filling his mouth as he watched Izuku rub his cheek against the soft fabric and purr.

So yeah, maybe he was moving quickly, but Katsuki had known for a long time that he loved Izuku, that he wanted him and hoped he was wanted in return. So if that meant skipping right to this step in courting, well, if it got him a yes then it would be worth it.

His parents had been supportive, more than ready to cosign for him even though what he’d made during his time interning over the last few years was more than enough for a down payment. The old hag especially had been excited at his decision, crowing something about a bet or some other bullshit. He’d even put his idiots to work, exchanging study sessions for help sorting through listings to find the perfect place. Thankfully he had; it’d been Mina to actually find the apartment that’d been put up for sale, slamming the printout down excitedly on the table they’d set up in Kirishima’s bedroom (like hell they were allowed in his).

“This place is, at max, a twenty minute train ride from the furthest of the agencies you applied to, and only a ten minute walk from two of the ones he did. The kitchen is huge, two baths, three bedrooms - the master for you two, a guest, and an office when you have to bring paperwork home. You can also keep his collection to the guest and office, so you won’t have to fall asleep staring at All Might’s face every night. An in-unit washer and dryer, a balcony to eat on, a living room you can host both the squads in; come on, Blasty, trust me,” Mina had finished with a smirk, crossing her arms across her chest. “He’s going to love it. It’s perfect.”

And, begrudgingly, she was right. The walkthrough had taken forever, the entire pack insisting on coming with him to check the place out, though it’d been nice to see exactly how much space they all had to sprawl. The more they’d examined the place, harassing the realtor with their litany of questions, the more he could imagine himself and Izuku here. Living there, eating breakfast and dinner before and after work, cuddling on some couch, cooking together, maybe a brat or two or twelve before they had to find somewhere larger. It was a good place to start, and just like he knew Izuku was his, he knew this was too.

It was surprisingly easy for a newly eighteen-year-old soon to be sidekick to get a mortgage, but hey. He wasn’t going to complain. It was on the pricier side, but he knew with the notoriety they’d all gained from taking down the LOV, it wouldn’t take long for him to be able to afford it outright. Even with the Commission's restructuring, with more villains being sent to rehab and therapy than jail, a hero’s pay in the upper ranks was still hefty, and the merch sales alone from the fans biting at the bit to buy a toy or a knock off of his mask wasn’t anything to sneeze at. So the papers were signed, the keys handed over, and the place was his.

His and Izuku’s.

He didn’t buy much; he knew the nerd would want to have a hand in that, and even if this was an old ass custom, he wanted Izuku to have some say at least. He did get them a bed, bringing Pink Cheeks in on the deal so she could help him move the damn thing into place without breaking his back. Though, whether or not dealing with her squealing for a whole hour had been worth it was still up in the air. Some cooking shit, so he could make them a few meals whenever they were there. And nesting shit. Everything he’d read had been clear on that, that Izuku would build the nest, but he had to provide the materials.

A week after he got everything set up, it took almost an hour to convince Izuku to leave the dorms, promising him crepes and extra training and all the notes he’d gathered from the others in the class to pry him away from the books. Even high up in the class rankings, Izuku was still worried about the upcoming tests, scared that his hours of studying wouldn’t be enough to let him pass. A joke, really, but still something the nerd worried about. But with all the promises, as well as a pocket sized guide that Katsuki gave him to keep him entertained on the train, soon enough he was guiding his distracted love into the elevator, enjoying his obliviousness as, for the first time, he actually asked where they were going.

“You’ll see.” Katsuki flashed him a smile as he held up the key, ignoring Izuku’s protests as he just walked into the apartment, one of two on the floor. Strolling in, he started pulling things from the fridge; luckily he had everything needed to make crepes, and had placed an order for fresh fruit on the train.

For a long moment he heard nothing, trying to ignore the lack of sound when he’d expected at least a flurry of questions. He knew Izuku could smell them; he’d thoroughly scented the place after everything had been brought in, had stolen some of Izuku’s clothes and brought them over so his own smell could spread. It was so clearly theirs, despite this being the first time Izuku had ever been there. Finally, soft footsteps began to make their way through the apartment, a peek of green in the corner of his eye as he cooked, small noises of approval reaching his ears as each door was opened and closed, a chirp of happiness at the sight of the bedroom and the pile of blankets and pillows, a hum of interest as he considered the signs Katsuki had put up to give him something to imagine.

He was just plating the first of the crepes when strong arms wrapped around his waist, Izuku’s face burying in between his shoulder blades. “You know,” he said, his voice muffled but clearly please, “most people don’t give a den as a courting gift until after a few years, not a month and a half.”

“I’m an enigma,” Katsuki snorted. “There’s literally three of us currently alive. You’re the one of a kind holder of One for All. We don’t count as ‘most.’”

“You know what this means, right? What it implies,” Izuku asked, pulling away. Katsuki turned just as Izuku was wrapping his arms around himself, his eyes looking everywhere except Katsuki. Katsuki knew; he’d done his research, knew all the implications giving this kind of gift made. Reaching out, he pulled Izuku into his arms, nuzzling at his scent gland, relaxing into the smell of the man he hoped would agree to be his.

“I do. What do you say?”

Izuku kissed him, long and slow and sweet, barely even a kiss at all with how much he was smiling by the time they pulled away from each other.

“I say yes, Kacchan. I’ll marry you.”

[END]

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where do we go now?

cw: scar mention on arm (not sh related)

“is there a point to this?”

a dainty finger draws across isagi’s life line on his left palm. it pinches the skin softly, then continues its path.

“yes. be quiet,” a moment passes. then, a soft — almost apologetic, “please,” — follows the resounding command.

isagi feels his chest tighten. he buries his face in his pillows as you hold up his hand in two palms. you sounded so cute when you told him to shut up. he doesn’t know how that is possible.

his palm hovers over your lap — he wishes you would put it down on the skin of your legs already.

isagi’s cheeks turn hot at the thought — how perverse of him. he shakes his head, instinctively. he can’t think of you like this. you are a friend. you will only ever be a friend.

“isagi, you’re so healthy…” your small voice whispers, and he can sense the awe in your tone. your finger draws an imaginary line from his middle finger to his palm, reading the life line of his hand.

isagi feels his heart quench. it is such an odd compliment, and he doesn’t really know what you mean by it — if it’s good or bad — but you sound so beautiful. when he tilts his head to press his cheek into the pillow to get a look at you, you look so pretty.

his cheeks turn a scarlet colour.

isagi doesn’t want to be your friend. not anymore.

“huh? how’d ya get that from my palm?” he asks. he wants to hear you talk more. he likes the sound of your voice — it scratches the monster in his brain. it reminds him of football.

you look down at him. he feels his voice catch in his throat. you smile and tell him, “come, sit up.”

he listens to you — like he always does. the sheets of his bed are messy, covered in his fresh laundry. his blanket falls to his waist when he sits up and leans against the frame of his low bed. you sit close to him — so close that he can feel your breath.

when you had called him, excited about having learnt palm reading from the ojisan at your work place — he hadn’t thought much of it. he’d asked what you wanted for dinner. you told him katsudon, then went back on about your ramblings. he listened for nearly half an hour, ordering the katsudon, cleaning up his kitchen and genkan as best as he could manage. he could hear the sounds of the bus engine and on goers as you continued talking to him. even though you are nearly three years older than him, you carried yourself with such childish naivety that it made isagi yearn. for what, exactly, he did not know.

you only hung up when you were outside his door.

he’d opened it, and you smiled. he’d return a weak one, but you only pinched his cheek (him having to bend his back to do so. but, he liked it. it didn’t hurt. it didn’t hurt at all).

he didn’t really know what you were to him other than his next door neighbour. isagi just liked talking to you. his gravitation to you came naturally.

he was getting much too old to avoid it.

when your grip on his palm ever so slightly tightens, he is taken out of his reverie and is forced to focus on your frame. you only look down at his hand, oblivious to how he only stares at you, in a daze.

“so, tanaka-san told me that to read your life line you draw a line from here,” your index finger draws a line from his middle finger to his wrist. he hopes you do not sense the goosebumps that rise as a result of your touches, “to here. and, if it exceeds it, that means you are healthy.”

he swallows. his tone is raspy, “so?”

you finally look at him and isagi doesn’t know if that is a good thing or not. he wonders when you will catch onto the feelings he harbours for you. a part of him wants you to — to break the dam and let his tsunami pass. but he doesn’t want to drown you — he wants nothing more than to be next to you, even if it means his wave will continue to rise.

your eyes gleam, bright and true. isagi’s legs tremble. thankfully they are covered by his blanket.

“you will live a prosperous life… doesn’t that make you happy?” you tilt your head as you ask him.

he murmurs a tiny, “i guess,” gazing down at the two hands that hold onto his calloused one.

he is younger than you but he is bigger. he is smaller in age but he knows what love is. you continue reading his palm. he can only watch you with bated breath.

“this is your head line,” you mumble quietly, tracing the middle indented line of the three on his palm. his eyes zero in on his hand, interested to hear how you would read this one.

“you draw a line from here,” you take your finger and start from his thumb, “to here,” and draw a horizontal line to the end of his palm.

isagi places his cold right hand on his face to cool his warm face. he feels dizzy when you touch him like that. he shuffles in his covers. some of his socks and shirts fall off the bed as a result. neither of you acknowledge it, or even realise. it is only the two of you, your empty bowls of katsudon and cans of beer that keeps the fire in isagi burning.

the sun rays peek through the blinds, showering you in its light as you lift your head up to stare into his eyes.

you are beautiful. so beautiful that it hurts isagi.

“you’re a realist, it seems,” you whisper, looking down at his palm, “your head line is above the lower part of your palm, see?”

isagi looks down. he nods as a response. he’s forgotten how to talk.

“and this is your heart line,” you continue, oblivious to how isagi is on fire. you trace the last line of the three, “it’s quite long. that means you carry a lot of passion, isagi.”

isagi feels his head warm up — it almost feels like it is closing in on his brain. he almost feels like passing out; when you smile up at him like, when your fingers brush his skin like that, when you say his name like that. he looks at your hands, he wonders how your life, head and heart lines look like. would they be the same? would they differ?

isagi thinks it would not matter, anyway.

“isagi, you’re perfect.” you abruptly state, still looking at his palm.

his cheeks turn hotter. he takes his hand back, feeling sweat being to perspire on the surface. he plays with his blanket, suddenly growing hyper aware of everything around the two of you. the clock in his room you bought him as a housewarming present serves as a metronome. you are wearing one of his sweaters because you had complained how cold it was in january. you have given him so much and now you are looking at him like you believe he is strong. he doesn’t think anyone has ever quite encouraged his egotistical behaviour, but you feed it with a silver spoon.

he swallows, then refutes your claim with a shaky breath, “what— no. no way.”

“you are,” you only say, “this is quite rare.”

“then.. what about you?”

“ah,” you look down at your lap, suddenly shy, “i lack in all three, unfortunately.”

isagi’s response comes as clearly as a natural disaster. the water level is beginning to rise.

“that’s a lie.”

you laugh, ruffling his hair, treating him like a boy — like a neighbour — like a friend. it makes him upset.

“you don’t have to be upset on my behalf,” you ensure, yawning and laying your head on his bed. you sit on the floor next to it. he looks down at your side profile.

“how— how is that possible?” he stutters, admiring the way the small little dusts that look like ghosts become illuminated and surround your frame.

“i’m not sure…,” you start, voice sounding so weak and tired, “tanaka-san told me to exercise more, and think more soundly. by time it will change.”

something in his stomach stirs at how unbothered you are by this. it increases when he realises how much he cares.

“i—” he doesn’t know what to say, “let me see.”

you pick your head up, placing your chin on his mattress. isagi controls his jagged breath.

“hm? oh.. sure.”

you lay out your arm over his crossed legs. isagi stares at them for a moment. you have a vertical scar from your elbow to your wrist he’s never asked about. a mole kisses where you where it ends. he’s wondered who has noticed these things before he has — what you were like before him. were you healthy, like he was? romantic, unlike him? surely you must be wiser than he — sometimes he feels like he is floating around your earth.

he takes your hand with two gentle hands. his finger trembles as it draws imaginary lines into your skin. isagi hopes you do not notice.

he reads your palm. what you said is true. isagi looks at you pale in the face. you only laugh, and lay your palm on his knee covered by his sheets.

“see?”

“this is stupid,” he insists, growing angry, “i don’t believe it.”

“yeah,” you offhandedly say, not quite caring and lay your head back down. isagi grips onto his sheets until his knuckles turn white.

“do you, too?”

“what?”

“think it’s true?”

you sigh, the palm resting in lap scratches at his knee. isagi feels his chest jump.

“…not necessarily. i mean.. there is some truth to it. but, it’s not definite, as it can change. which i find comforting.”

isagi stares at your smaller hand tracing hearts and flowers on his sheets. he wishes he wasn��t covered by his blanket. he wishes you’d realise already, how much he burns for you — how much he hurts for you.

he feels the boards of his barricade slowly begin to break. water begins to spill. you hold him gently. it begins to circle in the ocean.

“i like you the way you are.” he whispers.

it rises. it’s coming for you. but you only laugh. you laugh and isagi can’t hold back. all isagi can think is how much he wants to hold you.

“oh, isagi. how sweet.”

he’s not a little kid. he never was around you. he doesn’t want to be that, anymore. twenty six years and he has never felt this way. he wants you to care for yourself.

“y/n…”

his hand rests on top of yours. it covers it all, hiding you away. his wave begins to pick you up.

“hm? yes?” you whisper, not lifting your head up.

isagi leans down, towards your unassuming frame. his other hand, shaking, dares to rest on the top of your head. he calls for you again.

“y/n.”

sensing his voice, closer to you this time, you lift your head up. your eyes soften as you stare into his widened ones. they are untamed. they look like they are prepared to break.

“yes?”

the dam breaks.

isagi leans closer, a hand on the back of your hair, and kisses you.

#isagi yochi x fem reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yochi x reader #isagi x reader #writing

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cosmiclion · 16 days

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[Viktor voice] Solnyshko 💙

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 5 days

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Can You Hear My Heartbeat Chapter 33

The hotpot-and-parking-deck fiasco (II)

Summary:

The second day of the Cup of China puts Viktor to the test as a coach and as a partner...

We're in episode 7, but this time from Viktor's POV.

Something’s not right. His coffee mug cupped with both hands, Viktor leaned against the barrier, trying to shake off the weariness from lying awake until long after midnight while his heart and body had been aching with longing and his mind had been trying to process the ramifications of Yuuri’s performance. That performance! There were no words for what it had done to Viktor. Whatever had prompted Yuuri to finally skate Eros as himself, it had been the perfect seduction and whenever Viktor thought back to these most intense two minutes and fifty seconds of his life so far, he found himself still reeling with the desire to devour this beautiful katsudon as a whole.

The subject of his lewd musings was circling the ice together with Chris, Phichit, that young Chinese skater, Viktor’s former rink mate, and the US skater Leo who all had ended up in the top six. Yuuri had just landed a triple Axel—his favourite jump—with a shaky ankle. Earlier, he had stepped out of the quad toe of the opening jump combination of his free programme. The messy double toe he had added he had landed with one hand on the ice.

“How’s he doing?” a quiet voice asked next to Viktor.

“I’ve never seen Yuuri struggle through that combo,” Viktor replied.

#yuri on ice #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov #viktuuri #figure skating #yoi #yoi fanfiction #yuri on ice fanfiction #my yoi fanfic #can you hear my heartbeat #yoi novelisation #ADTLTBAverse

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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tyy @phoenix666stuff for requesting! i rlly loved writing this, hope you enjoy <333 also reqs are open!!

pairing. atsumu x gn! reader

word count. 794

synopsis. you’re new in town and japan as a whole. lucky for you, your assigned guide knows all the best places to take you...

a/n. this is so not proofread so if you see a spelling mistake or a grammatical error i want you to pretend it’s not there, if it’s negligible; but if you genuinely don’t understand what’s going on lmk and i’ll fix it <333 this is so bad, i promise i don’t always write this badly T-T ++ idk why i included diary entries lmao i just didn’t know how to show the passing of time without literally writing *time passes* sorry it’s so short :(((

cw. swearing, one mention of death

p.s. red camellia also symbolise love

dear diary,

i’m in japan now! it’s nice to be in a different place. home is safe and comforting but the uncertainty of an entirely new country is just as exciting. the anxiety is eating away at my stomach but it’s almost comforting at the same time, i’ll overcome it. i’m about to immerse myself into a whole new world, a new beginning, so many new possibilities.

the school’s assigned me a sort of guide to help me with the language and the cultural barrier. i think his name’s atsumu? i’m not sure. i’m meeting him in the library tomorrow.

wish me luck!

goodnight diary, speak to you tomorrow, love [name]

“atsumu miya, nice to meet you, and you are?” his hand’s outstretched. his entire vibe felt so comforting, it reminded you a bit of home; you could already feel yourself warming up.

“[name], [surname]. it’s nice to meet you too.”

it was sunny that day; it honestly felt like the sun was always out when you were with him. you didn’t understand why, but he genuinely felt like home away from home. your soul was serene and there was already a sense of familiarity between the two of you.

he had picked kitchen by banana yoshimoto, telling you it was the only book you’d ever need, and somehow it really was. the two of you sat at those uncomfortable desks for hours, yet the sun still shone and neither of you wanted to leave. by the time you had finished you could feel your heart break. ‘it must be because of how beautiful the book was…’

“when will we see each other again?” the sound of your own voice made you cringe. ‘that sounded too desperate.’ but he just laughed. he just fucking laughed what a cute, cute laugh. maybe your heart was already healed.

“tomorrow i hope.”

“yes!” you didn’t even care if you came off as overly enthusiastic, you just wished he’d laugh again.

dear diary,

he’s so beautiful, his face, his eyes, oh darlings his eyes, especially when he laughs. and his laugh!! it could bring me back from death…

we’re going to the national museum of japanese history tomorrow, i’m so excited, gosh what should i wear?? i’m so nervous…

again, i need your luck so please pray for me

goodnight my dearest diary, love [name]

today he was holding red camellia; he looked pretty; the red of the flowers complimented the red on his cheeks, just like the red on yours.

“why the flowers?” you asked.

“flowers are very important to japanese culture and they’re very symbolic.”

“and what do red camellia mean?”

“it symbolises a noble death among japanese warriors.”

“how gruesome…”

“it has other meanings too.”

“like?”

“cmon these tickets do expire.”

dear diary,

i had katsudon today, just like mirage sakurai from kitchen! it was so good, i can really feel myself getting used to japan. everyone’s so nice (nice honestly doesn’t even begin to cover it).

and atsumu… every time i’m with him i feel like i’m having tachycardia. in a good way. i feel like my face is always red, i wish i was better at hiding it.

what should i do?

please get back to me diary, love [name]

p.s. why am i asking as if an inanimate object is gonna tell me what to do…

one day you found yourself in his kitchen. baking. there was flour everywhere, eggs cracked on the floor and sugar spilling from the counter. it was a mess. a mess atsumu had created. the moment he saw you he had slipped, dropping everything he was holding. you both were also messes, laughing messes, and stupid pining, lovesick messes.

the days you spent with him felt endless. you couldn’t remember a time you weren’t with him. everything passed so quickly. the truly happy memories you had were always with him. why was it that everything you ate when with him was so delicious? why was it that every negative emotion was dulled when he was around? every moment glowed in your heart, it ached by how full of love it was. the boy had infused himself into your soul, he was a part of your being.

“aishiteru yo.”

“what does that mean?” you knew exactly what it meant. you’d heard it before in the two months you’d been here. you just wanted to hear him say it again. it felt unreal, you were just verifying this was real life and not a dream.

“it means i love you. the place i like best in this world is with you. no matter where it is, no matter why, if it’s with you, if it’s a place where i can be with you, it’s fine with me.”

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My Trip to Japan! ⛩️ Part 4

19.12.

We woke up early, had the funny breakfast, and took the suburban train to Nara. The impression we got from it is that it's a "normal" city. There are no major shopping miles like in Tokyo or Kyoto, just regular streets, even the pedestrian market-street. There are no shopping malls or big stores in the city center, only on the outskirts. We left our luggage at the hotel and went straight to Kasuga Taisha. It’s a beautiful Shinto shrine boasting more than 3000 votive fretworked bronze lamps, each of them different designs, hanging along the galleries of the main temple. These are only lit three times a year, but the shrine has a dark room with a few lamps lit for visitors to enjoy its magical appearance. In a corner of the garden, there’s a cedar tree about 1000 years old, depicted in a 14th-century scroll. A juniper tree grows diagonally from the roots of the cedar, for which part of the roof of the adjacent pavilion was cut to avoid hindering its development. In the same garden, in front of the goshuin office, there’s a gazebo with a 700-year-old wisteria.

The shrine is at the foot of another sacred mountain, Mount Kasuga or Mikasa (Yes! Mikasa!), a place just as moving as Fushimi Inari. Several pavilions and shrines rise around the main hall, always at the foot of the mountain, which simple mortals cannot access because it’s the dwelling place of the gods. One of these subsidiary shrines is the Meoto Daikokusha, dedicated to two deities, husband and wife, so people come to pray for a happy marriage. The complex started to grow in the 8th century, when the emperor certified the sacred nature of the mountain and prohibited hunting and logging, which preserved the native forest in its primeval state to this day. Moreover, deer are considered messengers of the gods enshrined in the main hall, so this contributed to the unique fact that deer roam freely throughout the park.

Nara Park is a bit like Hampstead Heath: it extends over many hectares, crossed by several roads, and houses various temples and buildings. The difference is the deer, which are really everywhere (we even saw a stray one near our hotel!). I feared they would be vicious; I’ve read some alarming accounts, and the warning signs didn't help, but fortunately, they were pretty civil (for a wild animal ofc). Obviously, they’re on the hunt for crackers and always on the lookout for anyone who can give them a snack, but people respect the rule to feed them only the special deer crackers sold in shops and stands all around the park. The deer, meanwhile, aren’t stupid at all: although they flock around you the second they see you holding crackers, they leave the vendors alone, even if they have piles of crackers in plain sight. The deer also give up bothering you quickly once they see you’ve run out of "shikasenbei" (I’ve no proof and no doubts they’re formulated to have a very faint smell that doesn’t cling to hands).

After visiting the shrine, we went up a bit a street that was supposed to have a lot of restaurants, but most of them were closed, we assume, due to being low season. The only place open was a souvenir shop with a diner area at the back. It was a typical roadside dingy diner, with a concrete floor; authentic 1970s furniture complete with Formica and fake leather; a mishmash of wonderfully kitschy decorations including, but not limited to, discoloured posters, deer antlers, various trinkets in their cellophane bags, statuettes of very questionable taste, cabinets that have never seen a duster, a sarong hung like a tapestry, a kerosene heater like my grandma's had, old furniture and stuff piled up in a corner, and a painting of a tiger so ghastly it gave Husband mild PTSD. In this unique place, we enjoyed one of the best meals, if not the best, of the whole trip: homemade katsudon and oyakodon, very tasty, with the ever-present miso soup on the side, and the Ojiisan making random comments ("Spain? Oh yeah, I visited Madrid long ago. Pesetas, they had." "Argentina, football"). And all for the price of a McDonald's menu in Europe. In the back, you could see a huge dining room, so during high season, the crowds must be significant.

After eating, we went to Kofuku-ji, which was a bit of a downer as the main hall wasn’t worth the ¥500 entrance fee (unless you're a huge Buddha fan ig). We could have just seen it from the outside and walk around the minor halls, which are free. We then took a bus to the outskirts, to the ruins of the Nara Imperial Palace. It’s a gigantic site (about 145 hectares) where, for the past 25 years, they have been slowly rebuilding the dependencies of the ancient palace, one pavilion at a time. It's an impressive job of archaeology, engineering, restoration, and craftsmanship, and it’s entirely for free though we wouldn't have minded paying an entrance fee here. Currently, there are three pavilions rebuilt, and they’re building the fourth under a roofed scaffolding with a platform for people to peek into the building site. 21st-century engineering and safety standards meet 8th-century construction techniques to achieve a reproduction as close to the original as possible. We also saw the reconstruction of the service dependencies and the museum space they have around the archaeological excavations. We didn't cover everything; it would have been a titanic undertaking, and the cold and wind were starting to take a toll on us. So we returned to the city and went to see the shops, staying mainly on the covered pedestrian street because of the drizzle. It turns out, everything closes at seven in Nara (except for large drugstores, gachapon, and the like), so we got into a ramen place for dinner. It seemed like the safest bet, but it wasn't. What a let down! The broth was so bland not even soy sauce made a difference. It was the most disappointing meal of the trip. How can you open a soup joint and not have a decent broth?

20.12

We started the day at Todai-ji. The entrance fee was high compared to what we'd been paying elsewhere. I get the feeling that the people of Nara might still be a bit salty about losing their status as capital city of Japan, which they held for only 75 years in the seventh century. Nara is only an hour away by suburban train from Kyoto and Osaka; it’s not on the Shinkansen line. I think this must result in most visitors coming just for the day. There probably aren't many like us, spending two days there while exploring all the heritage sites, and that's why the city lacks the touristic infrastructure of its neighbours.

The main hall of Todai-ji, the Daibutsu-den, houses a 15-meter bronze statue of the Buddha Vairocana. It was destroyed twice. The third and current building, built in the 18th century, is 30% smaller than the previous one, and yet still manages to be the world's largest wooden structure. Behind the Buddha, one of the columns has a 50 cm wide hole at its base—the size of the Buddha's nostril. It is said whoever manages to pass through the hole will attain enlightenment. After visiting the temple and the museum, we spent some time strolling through the park and feeding shikasenbei to the deer. We had a delicious lunch at a yakitori place, Shikamaru, which played the whole Beatles discography on full random.

In the afternoon we went to Horyu-ji, outside Nara. This Buddhist temple is made up of the oldest wooden buildings still standing: from the 8th century to our days. Again, though the entrance ticket price was normal to cheap for European standards, it was expensive compared to other temples. Still, the temple’s very nice, and even being a novice in Japanese architectural heritage you can tell the style’s a bit different from newer ones. We also were treated to a glimpse of Japan way off the beaten track: Horyu-ji is in a semi-rural village, complete with a handful of run-down shops around the train station, many of them closed; supermarkets and warehouse-type businesses along the main road, or shops scattered without a defined shopping mile. Low houses, vegetable patches, kids on bikes, very few people on the streets. I’ve seen a lot of little towns like this. I like it how some places are the same everywhere you go, no matter how different we make them out to be.

We spent the rest of the afternoon window-shopping - On the plus side, there was this gacha at the local Animate! ⬆️

#nuri148 trips #Japan 2023 #Nara #nara deer park #attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #aot merch #kind of

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yes no maybe?!

For the WIP ask meme! yes no maybe (my obrashir post canon thing)

"So," she says at length, then, sliding the sliced up cutlets into the pan and pouring the eggs over before covering everything with the lid. "Have you given it some thought?"

"To what?" he chuckles awkwardly. He adores Keiko, but God, she can be hard to read sometimes.

"About joining us." She's looking directly at him now, licking a bit of raw yolk and sauce off her finger— if she was anyone else, Julian would assume she's being flirtatious. But this is Keiko, and her husband and children are in the room next door playing with Piggy the targ and Nerys the hara kitten.

"Uh, I don't follow."

Keiko sighs, then moves over to the sink to rinse off the cutting board. "I think it would be nice if you and Miles had sex," she says almost absentmindedly.

Choking on his spoonful of sauce, Julian grips the counter and coughs into his shoulder before turning back to Keiko, wide-eyed. "/What?/" "What 'what'? Like you've never thought about it— ah, be a dear and get the rice bowls ready, yes?" For a second Julian just stands there in front of the O'Brien's kitchen aisle like a deer in a tractorbeam, unsure if he should be more shocked by Keiko's words /or/ the absolute blatant casual tone of voice she is using. "Julian," she says impatiently, holding the pan off of the heat. "The rice." "O-Oh, of course," he mutters and finally moves. During dinner he can't quite manage to look at her - he chalks it off to the kids being present, to the katsudon being absolutely delicious. And later to the wine they're having when Yoshi is in bed, laughing together as they reminisce about old times on the couch until Molly dozes off on Julian's shoulder and almost empties her half-empty glass of orange juice in his lap.

When Miles carries her off to her room, Julian politely finishes his drink, still avoiding eye contact. "It is getting late. I suppose I should call a skimmer to the hotel..." "No, please," Keiko starts with a glance at Miles' back disappearing in the doorway. "I'm sorry for earlier, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Julian looks at her incredulously. How else had she expected him to react? "I don't think it would be appropriate for me to stay the night, Keiko," he speaks awkwardly into his glass.

"We /do/ have a guest room." He can't help but be curious. "Did you /talk/ to Miles about this?" Keiko holds his gaze. "Not yet. It was just an idea." "/Your/ idea?" She nods, smiles and puts a hand on his arm. "Nevermind. Please stay the night, Julian. Miles would be devastated if you didn't. And the kids..." "I'm sorry," he says at length, but brightens up when Miles returns— cheeks flushed healthily even if he likely isn't drunk at all. "I'll see you two in the morning alright? Breakfast at nine o'clock? Shall I bring anything? There's a lovely little bakery down the street by my hotel, they've got those crispy tart thingies that—"

"You're leaving?" Miles asks breathlessly. "But what about the guest room?"

"Miles," Keiko chides knowingly. "I'm sure you two can manage to be apart for a mere twelve hours, considering you've survived spending the past seven months on opposite ends of the quadrant without issue..."

Julian looks from her to Miles, then back to her. "Ah, Chief. Keiko's right. And I'll be staying for an entire week as well. There's nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried!" Miles complains, but his protests fall on deaf ears.

Calling for the skimmer is easy enough, and Julian spends the time it takes for it to get to the O'Brien's beautiful house in the Peruvian countryside helping with the dishes and awkwardly standing in the kitchen fiddling around with the potholders Molly crotcheted for Miles' birthday.

Keiko hugs him tightly, and Miles looks like a sad, wet dog when he waves goodbye over the threshold.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Julian grins at him.

"Yeah," Miles says like Julian's going to disappear back into space for another few months. "Tomorrow."

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