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hnychn · 3 years

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 [𝐈𝐈𝐈]

sypnosis : life with your five lovers has been more than fulfilling, but when you're paired with a student from general studies for a project, your quintet seems a little less full

word count : 4000+

warnings : mutual pining, gender neutral reader, relationship insecurities, bakugo tries but. . .it doesn't go as well as he planned, grammar errors and spelling errors, it's . . . a long one, a bit rushed at the end so uhh pls don't mind that :)

parts : [ 𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

a/n : so sorry for the long wait LMAO- i know i said my bokuto fic would be coming out today but uhhh ahaha my depression hit me full force this weekend and i didn't even look at the dock because i was too busy sleeping, but uhh enjoy this :D

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- WELCOME TO PART THREE sorry for the log wait 😭 life has been kicking my ass but we're not here to hear me complain, we're here for the tea

- so, it's a couple months after you joined the bakusquad and their relationship. and let me tell you, it has been nothing but amazing. 😩 your days are never quiet and they're always filled with some sort of excitement and love.

- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

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kiribakuhappiness · 2 years

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How do you think Bakugou and Midoriya’s relationship (friendship?) would have been like if they hadn’t had their falling out? (I’ve seen a couple of fics explore this). And, on a separate note, now do you think things would have turned out if Bakugou and Kirishima had met when they were little?

Hmhmm, here's the thing about all of this. (A heads up; I tried so hard not to ramble but woah what a shocker, I fucking rambled because I am incapable of possessing the slightest shred of self control. Anyway...)

Sometimes I feel like the relationship that Bakugou and Midoriya share (in canon) is so fuddled and hard to decipher that everyone in the fandom has kinda adopted and morphed their own thoughts and interpretations on how they're meant to be portrayed. The reason that I'm prefacing this answer with this statement is because I don't want to offend anyone's personal attachment with the story or the characters, and that I'm very aware that talking about the relationship between Bakugou and Midoriya within the fandom can get... kinda tricky to navigate. These are all just my own thoughts, and if you disagree with me, I hope that won't dissuade you from at least seeing my point of view and understanding why I think about them the way that I do.

So. Bakugou and Midoriya. There's a lot to unpack there, and I think I'll start this off strong by admitting my first controversial (??) opinion but -

Bakugou and Midoriya never had a falling out.

They are literally just like that.

In the flashback scenes that we see within the story (I'm talking both manga and anime, mixed and mashed together, completely from memory so take it with a grain of salt but), yes, Bakugou and Midoriya used to hang out together when they were young. They've skipped rocks, and caught bugs, and played ball. But I don't think they were ever "best friends" or, quite frankly, even really "friends" to begin with at all.

Growing up, I lived in a pretty populated area just like Midoriya's neighborhood. Lots of apartment buildings, lots of nearby parks and harbors to explore, lots of other kids around. Since Bakugou and Midoriya have always gone to the same school (even when they were little babies) I can only infer that they live somewhat close to each other (despite the drastic differences in their housing situations, which happens. Well-to-do cul-de-sacs are generally only a few streets over from some of the more cramped apartment districts.)

As a kid, I would play with all of the other neighborhood kids and nearby school children nearly every single day. We'd walk into town together, play at the parks, ride the same tram systems, go to corner shops and get snacks, etc. But I wasn't really close with most of those kids, and I would hardly call any of them my friends.

We were acquittances by association - buddies by proximity - they lived there, and I lived there, and we saw each other a lot whether we wanted to or not, so we hung out. (Sidebar; that shit is so toxic ahaha - the WORST friendships I ever had were with those damn kids).

The reason that I think Bakugou and Midoriya have never been "the best of childhood friends who grew up having sleepovers together and then they had a falling out that ended their friendship and made their relationship strained like it is today" is because Bakugou has never acted like a friend to Midoriya. Bullying him and another kid in the park where I'm assuming they all played together because it's the NEIGHBORHOOD park, picking on Midoriya when he couldn't skip rocks at the harbor when they were all there with Bakugou's friends, Midoriya lagging behind in the corner shop, Bakugou being smug and even HAPPY at school when Midoriya was obviously so distraught after finding out that he was quirkless.

They were around each other by happenstance. They lived in the same district, went to the same schools, and that was about it. Midoriya wanted a friend, and Bakugou wanted someone to boss around, so they hung out sometimes. But Bakugou has never been nice to Midoriya, not even when they were kids, so I'm always a little confused about the "falling out" that people reference because, from what I've seen and how I've interpreted the text, there wasn't even a falling out that happened in the first place.

Bakugou was a bully. Midoriya was a lonely boy who wanted to have friends, and Bakugou’s confidence reminded him of All Might. Bakugou liked having someone around who he could ridicule in front of HIS friends, someone who was weak and small because that made him feel big and powerful, someone who was too nice to fight back, or too naïve to know that they were being made fun of or taken advantage of.

Bakugou has friends, they’re just not Midoriya. There are three boys (maybe four) who are shown consistently throughout the flashbacks hanging out with Bakugou all while growing up. He walks around school with them, they go into town together, they play at the arcade, they’re always huddled closer to each other with Midoriya standing a few paces away.

I think a lot of the "childhood friends" stuff that circles around in the fandom comes from the idea that "Bakugou was a good kid, at one point, before his ego got inflated by his quirk" but the truth is that he just wasn't.

And I'm not saying that to start controversy or slander Bakugou or whatever else but it’s an observation that I’ve made about his character while reading because I've been there before. I've been that shitty ass kid. That kid with their proud nose held high because adults showered them with praise for being more advanced in their developmental stages and put them on a pedestal above all their other classmates. That kid who sneered at everyone else and didn't want to connect with any of them because what could these absolute Nobodies possibly have to offer that he couldn't have already gotten for himself since he is oh-so Great and Amazing.

I think the “falling out” in question is... what, Bakugou telling Midoriya to pitch himself off the roof, right? (Correct me if I’m wrong, or if there’s another moment that you were thinking of), but in my opinion, I don’t think that’s a falling out. That is literally just Bakugou saying what he thinks.

Midoriya was quirkless at that point - weak, sniveling, a nobody who wouldn’t amount to anything because the only way to ever amount to anything in Bakugou’s mind is by becoming the number one hero - so Bakugou probably truly believed that Midoriya ending his own life and hoping to come back with a better quirk in his next one was some kind of mercy being bestowed upon him.

Some “friendly advice” from the big bad wolf to the pathetic little sheep.

In a section of Midoriya’s notebook in the manga somewhere, he literally talks about wanting to hurt Bakugou (and that was before the whole “throw yourself off the roof” comment even happened if I remember right). He talked about how low the other boy makes him feel, how fed up he is with his holier-than-thou attitude, and how much he wishes that he had the strength to stand up to him and finally rock his shit.

I just don’t understand where everyone keeps seeing “childhood friends who had a falling out and now their relationship is strained” because their relationship has ALWAYS been like that.

It was only after they got called into the headmaster’s office at Aldera and were told that they had both gotten accepted into Yuuei - only after Midoriya had a quirk and started doing things for HIMSELF and taking matters into his own hands - that Bakugou’s perception of the defenseless little rodent that he had grown so used to towering over started to change, which led to his entire worldview being challenged and his own insecurities within himself to run rampant because how could he LOSE in a training exercise on the very first day of hero school to DEKU when HE was supposed to be THE BEST?

So, to make an entirely too long post shorter, I don’t think anything about their relationship would have changed when they were young because I don’t think that their relationship changed at all until they both got accepted into Yuuei High. To me, that was the true turning point in their relationship - THAT was when their usual status quo shifted and started to morph into something new.

I hope that makes sense. I really don’t mind the whole childhood friends thing that are found in bkdk fics (and even some krbk fics), or the idea that they were really close at one point but then Bakugou got his quirk and everything changed from there. I really don’t mind bkdk as a ship or anything like that, I just don’t see it for my own personal enjoyment.

As for how I think Bakugou and Kirishima’s relationship would be different if they had met when they were younger, hmm, I don’t know. I feel like it would make their dynamic a little rockier, if anything.

Kirishima already wasn’t a big fan of Bakugou when they first met. Kirishima was all like, “tch, get a load of this psychopath” - (pretty sure that’s a direct quote ;D) - and it was only after fighting alongside him and getting to know him better that Kirishima was able to determine that Bakugou wasn’t all that bad of a guy, and the only reason that Kirishima was able to make this distinction, in my opinion, is because he saw Bakugou when Bakugou was at his most vulnerable and self-conscious in his life (following the whole blow to his ego when Midoriya got into Yuuei and all of his spiraling self-doubt that transpired after it).

Kirishima, as we all know, has had more than his fair share of insecurities in the past. I think that’s why he’s so able to easily recognize Bakugou’s insecurities, even when the rest of their classmates might not know what the heck he’s talking about. And I think that it’s because of these insecurities that Kirishima decided that, hey, we’re all dealing with our own troubles - a guy like that could use a good friend (not a lackey, or a henchmen, or someone who will cackle at all of his rude jabs and taunting insults, but a true friend who will tell him when he’s being a bit much and who can help steer him in the right direction without inadvertently trying to change who he is as a person).

But if Kirishima met Bakugou when they were younger, there would be none of those insecurities around to bridge that connection between them. Bakugou was a bully, and we saw how chivalrous Kirishima was even in junior high (he wanted so badly to always stand up for what he believed was right), so I’m afraid to say it, but I actually think that if they met at any point before Yuuei, that Kirishima would have hated Bakugou the same way that he resents Monoma.

Oof. These answers weren’t the fun kind, and for that I apologize :,D I’m sure you were expecting some kind of fluff... just know that I do have really positive feelings about Bakugou and Midoriya in other aspects of their relationship, and that I do enjoy the fics of junior high Bakugou and Kirishima meeting and all of that.

These were just my unfiltered thoughts on these particular topics! x

#I'm afraid to even tag this post #I'm not going to tag any specific names or anything ahaha #I don't want the wrong people to see it and get upset #just know that these are all my own views #headcanons if you will #this probably also explains to some people why I haven't answered certain prompts or asks #in regards to the gremlin and the broccoli #but I hope this all made sense #thanks anon for the ask!#bnha #asks

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ickymichi · 3 years

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Hiiiiiii I’ve never put in a rq on tumblr before I’m usually a silent reader ahah so idk if I’m doing this right >.<

Butttt if ur taking rqs Rn I’m here to request a denji one shot, I have no proper ideas but some denji x reader very soft, fluffy and funny 🥺 maybe something like cuddling late at night and all that cute shit. Also if power makes an appearance her and reader have a very cute relationship and power actually doesn’t hate her ahaha.

Anyways u totally don’t have to do this!! I just love denji and am starving from the lack of denji content on tumblr hehe

SLUMBER PARTY!!

warnings: fluff!, cute denji as always :).

things to know: gn! reader, (if you’d like a fem reader lmk and i’ll change it!)

note: so so sorry this took so long lovey!! but it’s such a cute idea and i had such a good time writing for our boy :,) but i hope you enjoyed and sorry again it took so long! reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

©hotboyissei 2021.

one thing that became a ‘tradition’ in yours’ and denji’s relationship was having a sleepover every weekend. even though he sees you at least three times a week, he’d tell you that he needed to at least spend a whole night with you or he wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly until it happened.

so now right on time just like every other saturday at 6:30pm you were stood infront the apartment door with your over night back and some snacks n’ drinks in hand. the door swung open violently, startling you a bit, but it didn’t last long when you seen the wide smile on denji’s face, showing his sharp teeth and the corner of his eyes crinkling. “(y/n)!! your here!!,” he lept forward and wrapped his arms around your middle, squeezing tightly. “hi denj’! of course i’m here, just like every saturday! should we go inside?” he nodded his head quickly and taking your arm to usher you inside.

“what’s in the bag, what’s in the bag?!” eyeing and grabbing at it is what he kept doing once you set it down in his room. “i’ll show you, i’ll show you. so first i brought alll of our favourite sweets n’ chocolate. and of course your favourite favourite drink,” watching his eyes light up as you listed off the different items you’d gotten for the night was one of the things you loved about staying over.

“hey! why’re you so loud denj- (y/n)! i didn’t know you’re here!” somehow, power was quite fond of you and quickly the two of you grew close through denji. something that shocked him and Aki. “silly, i always come over on a saturday,” “yeah stupid!” denji had butted in and pulled his eye while sticking his tongue out at power. “hah?! (y/n) do something to him he called me stupid!! your the stupid one, stupid!!” she quickly fell into you and whined into your chest while snapping back at denji, continuing the bickering. “hey, stop stealing them from me! go play with meowy or something” huffing, power eventually pulled of you and left to look for her furry companion.

the afternoon grew into the late night and the both of you had already devoured all the sweets you bought and sat through two movies, a comedy and a horror. you were now watching one you remembered from your childhood and how funny it was.

from the corner of your eye you could see denji’s eyes fluttering and his head bobbing—almost as if he was trying to fight off the tiredness. he looked so cute like this, but you knew if he fell asleep here you’d have to wake him then he’d get all moody. “hey denj’ wake up for a sec, let’s go to bed ‘kay?” “mmhhff okaaayy” he was probably already asleep and now you’d woken him but it was probably only a light slumber.

leaving him to lay on the floor while you set up the futons he couldn’t help but admire how the bright lights of the city reflected off your face in the dark room. “pretty,” is what he mumbled to himself, not caring if you heard or not. while trying to keep watching your movements he also was trying his hardest to stay awake for you. when he did open his eyes again he was met with you in your sleep shorts and slipping your shirt over your head, just about giving him a glance of your bare back. he claimed it as him just being a normal teenager, but he couldn’t stop the heat rushing to his cheeks and the sight of only your bare legs and the quick glance of your back.

“hey, you still awake sleepy?,” his eyes must’ve closed again for a few second because now, you were crouched infront him, softy rubbing the top of his head. with a nod he crawled over to his futon-not before helping you get tucked into your own. “goodnight denji, see you in the morning,” soft as ever your voice was when you wished him goodnight at the early hours whenever you’d stay with him. “g’night (y/n) see ya when we wake up,”

even though it was just a few hours prior that he was desperately trying to stay awake, he’s now laying flat on his back staring into the dark room trying desperately to fall asleep. the only thing he could thing of was scooting over to your futon and cuddling into your back—but he didn’t want to frighten you, so he just kept to himself for the past hour.

finally deciding that if he actually wanted to get some sleep he’d have to cave in and move over to your futon. he was moving as slow as power does in the mornings, but only because he was afraid that even the slightest movement would wake you-even though you’ve learned to sleep through his loud snoring and kicking limbs-. slowly, ever so slowly he moved closer to your sleeping figure with shaking hands. once he was close enough to wrap the blanket around himself he used the arm he wasn’t lying on to drape it around your waist and pull you into him with some new found confidence.

you don’t think he realised how harshly he pulled you because, even just that movement had shook you from your odd dream and back into the darkness of denji’s room. only this time you could feel his breath on your neck and his arm clutching your tummy. softly, you laughed and twisted in his grip so you could face him.

he wasn’t expecting it that’s for sure. you could tell by the way his mouth fell and eyes bulged slightly. when you smiled back at him, he tried to splutter out an explanation as to why he was cuddling you out of no where.

“you don’t have to ask to cuddle denj’ you can just do it whenever you like, i really don’t mind. i love it when you do.”

it was one of those moments he was having that only happened once every few weeks. it’s when you say or do something that makes his heart skips a few beats. the last thing you’d done was wipe the crumb off his cheek and kiss it afterwards.

like earlier, he frantically nodded at your comment and now wrapped both arms around you, pulling you even closer to his chest so you can wrap your own arms around him and entangle your legs.

slowly and softly falling back into your previous sound sleep—until denji’s snoring quiet literally vibrated through your body.

#💌.requests #🤍.denji #denji x reader #denji csm #denji chainsaw man #denji icons #denji x you #denji fic

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cloudy-leonhart · 3 years

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AOT veterans with a Filipino S/O!!

[author note: did I write this as soon as I posted the first part?? yes. I like writing for this, it’s so fun lolol up next, Marleyan Warriors!!]

Summary: not much, just the AOT vets with their filipino S/O.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: Buwan - Juan Karlos.

Theme: Fluff, Modern AU.

TW: Swearing.

Characters: Hange, Levi, Miche, Erwin, Moblit, Nanaba.

Hange Zöe

Honestly they fully immersed themselves in your culture, as you know Hange LOVES learning about new things, discovering about your culture, they probably forced you to go the Philippines with them.

They started asking people for directions in english?? You had to step in translate for them, in which they responded to ask to teach them the language.

Yes they keep a small notebook of words they think are interesting. Yes even swear words are in there, not to mention they absolutely just butcher the way you say it.

One time when you both came back, Hange told Erwin that Bakla was a word for a good man, and they laughed their asses off watching Erwin tell people he was Bakla LMFAO.

They actually visited your province, they met your family and was surprised at the fact that they owned a whole farm, they tried to learn with your siblings on how to harvest rice, they nailed it btw.

they named your carabao, Sawney, and your chicken, Bean.

And respectfully so, your family started to call their animals by the name Hange gave them.

They started to cry about the fact that you guys had to go back, and like every time, your mom and dad encouraged y’all to bring filipino snacks back home, in which you did, because you knew that you’d probably miss it when you flew back home.

You guys have a tradition of going to the Philippines for your guys’ anniversary.

THEY SUPRISINGLY LISTENS TO FILIPINO MUSIC

They were the one to suggest Aegis to Levi but they prefer someone like Jireh Lim.

Favourite song is probably, Buko. They love the guitar in it.

Levi Ackerman

He first found out you were Filipino when he caught you packing a balikbayan box for your family back home, (for those who don’t know, balikbayan box is a box full of your country’s snacks to send back to the PH for your family to try.)

He had asked you what it was, and you answered that it was for your family back in the Philippines, in which he responded with helping you, and mainly scolding you about the way you packed it.

“Idiot, pack it like this, so you have more space to place stuff.”

When he first went to the Philippines, he first noticed the cleanliness of the hotels, he looked at you with a ‘is this why you’re so good at cleaning?’ look.

God when I say your parents loved him, YOUR PARENTS ABSOLUTELY ADORED HIM. He would clean for your mom, and not only that, your mom approved of his cleaning technique, yes she told you to marry him that second.

And that you did, you had your first wedding with you family in the Philippines, and another in where you guys currently lived.

Bye, he absolutely looks AMAZING in a Barong. Your dad helped him slick his hair back.

Your mom and him, bonded of cleaning, sometimes when your mom needs help removing rust on her pans, she calls Levi.

like Hange he and you go to the Philippines for y’alls anniversary.

Please save this man from the streets, I’m not saying it to be mean but this man almost gave his wallet to a bunch of kids who were hungry.

You gave money instead because you didn’t want your man to be broke lmfao.

He loves seeing you so happy while you’re in the Philippines, he just thinks it’s adorable when you speak your language.

Aegis listener, absolutely no discussion, mans listens to them while cleaning, he listens to “Sayang Na Sayang” religiously.

when Aegis plays in the house, you know it’s a cleaning day lmao.

Erwin Smith

Please, remember when I said Hange told him bakla was a word for a good man, yes, that’s how he found out you were Filipino, you literally was so dumbfounded, you waited for him in the living room, your friend’s laughing over the phone, man thought he did something wrong until..

“Erwin, can you tell me why you’ve been telling your friends you’re fucking gay??”

Yeah he’s got trust issues now. But he wasn’t that shocked to find out you were filipino, he just thinks it’s neat, he butchers pronouncing shit, he tries to learn filipino jokes??? It’s really bad, like you need to stop him from telling your family to save HIM from embarrassment.

He knows how to cook barbecue lmfao, he sits at your family’s barbecue spot and cooks for them, your dad appreciates the help so much lmao, also he loves drinking the gulaman whenever he’s there, your dad gives it to him for free because, he basically considers Erwin his son now. His awkward, barbecue-cooking, son.

You guys go on hiking in Mt. Butalao, yes you sneak peeks when he’s climbing because his muscles flex, and he sweats. You guys go on a double hiking date with Miche and his S/O all the time.

He was kind of fearful when you went to a province to get in touch with your grandparents, he watched you help their carabao back into their pens, he’s scared of carabaos, don’t blame him-

Surprisingly he’s as good as your dad in basketball, bye I just know the women of your community comes to watch him, he’s ripped, you’re jealous but you don’t say it lmao.

He’s got those jeep keychains lmfao, the fact that he kinda looked like a lost puppy when you’re traveling, like so many people, so little space-

please educate him, he’s confused on everything-

he probably listens to Eraserheads, Huwag Mo Nang Itanong. Yes his ultimate song.

Miche Zacharias

probably the only veteran that knows what to do?? Beside Moblit?? He knows how to bless, he knows to call your parents nanay and tatay. He also loves going to where there’s a lot of Filipino street food because he loves the smell, he prefers the smell of bananaque over anything, hotcakes are a close second.

mf was scared when your mom suddenly said, “Oh yeah, I kept your childhood spider.”

YOU OWNED A MF SPIDER?? You were all like ‘omg i miss him’ he was a little scared bitch omg.

You had to explain that you would buy them from the local toy store and you and your friends would make them fight each other to the death.

HE THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE SMALL- IT’S A WHOLE MF TARANTULA BYE

you know those dyed chicks you get from winning a game, yeah, he was attached to one you guys won, but as always, they weren’t going to live long, I think he sulked for a whole 2 days. He named the chick Richard AHAHA.

ah yes, absolute unit in basketball, yes you and Erwin’s S/O would watch them play basketball together with your guys’ dads. Yes y’all gossiped about how hot they were in tagalog.

Just saying, Miche got some that night.

He doesn’t fit in tricycles- neither does he fit in jeepneys lmfao- he kinda has to sit on the ground if you force him to fit, in which he has to awkwardly crawl to get out lmfao.

He literally looks godly while hiking, you guys don’t go to your parents’ house when you first arrive, you guys hike.

You guys go whenever y’all feel like it honestly.

“hey hey, reader, Mahal Kita.”

He listens to anything in filipino honestly, he likes chill filipino songs like Tell Me Where It Hurts by MYMP.

Moblit Berner

He’s a researcher, he makes sure he doesn’t disrespect the culture.

he knows to bless and all that jazz like Miche.

Wait but your family loved him as soon as you told them he was a doctor lmfao?? He’s in nursing.

He’s basically already apart of the family, all your little siblings call him kuya Moblit, he absolutely thinks it’s adorable.

when you guys are sending a balikbayan box, he places toys he bought for your little siblings in the box, with a note written and translated by you for them.

Moblit also knows about poverty in the Philippines, he’s apart of an organization where they give to those who can’t afford real food, even when he’s back home with you, he donates from abroad, everyone knows him as the generous kuya.

honestly I can see him as someone who’s also known by your community, people call him kuya Moblit or tito Moblit, it’s very wholesome when a kid asks him to carry them.

This man looks so nice and kind on the outside but when you guys are at your tita’s bday party and there’s a whole mf buffet, he’s a whole beast.

You know when your uncles have like, food stacked on their plate, and like a cup of buko pandan at the side?? yes, him. definitely.

He’s kinda like sasha in this au, he loves the food so much, he probably finished a filipino dish by himself (it’s the palabok)

he’s also a god at making ice candy?? like he’s so good at filling up the plastic with the liquid lmao.

you guys adopted a stray dog in the community and his name was Moblit, your family takes care of him while you guys are back home.

genuinely, it’s mostly wholesome with him, he doesn’t really do anything wrong besides butchering pronounciation.

Moblit probably watches boxing with your dad though, it’s just too accurate not to be true.

More of a movie watcher than a song listener, his favourite movie so far is Four Sisters and A Wedding.

he cries every filipino movie, them do it to you.

Seven Sundays, he cried for days straight.

Nanaba

Nanaba found a filipino flag from your collage years in a box, asked you about it, then encouraged you to visit the Philippines because she wanted to meet your family.

Okay but your family thought she was a guy because of her hair??

your siblings can’t say Nanaba, so they call her Ate Nana.

She was kind of jealous of your bond with your family, she knows she shouldn’t be, but she couldn’t help it since her and her father’s relationship absolutely sucked.

And you know this, you had talked with her about it too, it was kinda like a, “are you okay?” and “it’s nothing.”

You had to drag her out to family events, eventually, she started to feel like she was apart of the family, she went swimming with the fam, did karaoke nights, she was basically in the family now.

She felt really happy that you decided to help her educate herself in your culture, and that your family openly accepted her into your family.

when you and her married, she wore a baro’t saya for the wedding reception and she looked absolutely gorgeous in them. She took your last name.

Your mom taught her to do the tinikling dance, and she mastered it easily, you of course danced with her.

she kinda had a guilty pleasure of going to McDonalds in the Philippines, SOLELY FOR THE ROOT BEER FLOAT, that stuff be bussin.

she forces you to go to McD’s whenever’s there’s a new flavour released.

Nanaba loves going on the jeepney, she likes the fact that you ring a bell when you have to get off and she does it every time you guys use a jeep for transportation.

Nanaba knows one word in filipino and that’s Mahal, she uses it so weirdly though, but she’s adorable so you let it pass.

“Reader..erm, I mahal?? you?..”

she’s both a listener and a movie watcher, she listens to more modern filipino singers, like Patch Quiwa.

Favourite movie is when Vice Ganda’s in it, she just thinks all his movies are funny.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Idk if you do child readers or not but if you don't mind could I get Utsuro, Mikado and/or Nikei x child!reader? Sorry for bothering you-

I do! I got a real soft/funny idea for this--

.........

"E-Excuse me, sir?"

Feeling a slight tug on his blazer, Utsuro blinked as he looked down to see who it was. And he saw you, a small child who seemed to be elementary school-aged. Though you looked as if you've been on the streets for quite some time.

"Yes?"

"I just..w-wanna say thank you for helping me. I don't know how you..c-calmed those dogs down but...you saved me." You stammered.

This man did save your life after you were cornered by large rabid dogs. He just showed up and suddenly they were laying down, perfectly calm, even letting you pet them.

"...don't mention it." He responded in his usual cold way, waiting for you to be scared off by his lingering stare.

But you weren't.

"Where are you off to?"

"Not sure. I just wander this earth without purpose."

"I...feel the same way.." You remarked, letting go of his shirt. "Could I..?"

Utsuro was quite surprised by your request, and especially at the gratitude you expressed--which is something he's never received in all his childhood.

But as much as he wanted to be on his own, he saw you and realized...you were just like him: having nowhere to go and lacking purpose.

So he sighed, picking you up effortlessly. "Perhaps we can search for a purpose together." He decided, before leaving the alleyway. "The name's Utsuro..not that you would care but-"

"I'm [y/n]..th-thank you again, Utsu. But...can I call you Dad?"

The man paused for a moment, and during that split second-silence he felt genuinely touched...but he buried the feelings and shrugged. "If it makes you happy."

You grinned and clung to him as you continued on your way.

Unbeknownst to either of you, a certain journalist had witnessed everything unfold, taking notes.

........

"You better be serious about this Nikei. Don't guide us towards false hope with some ridiculous narrative--"

"I am serious! I saw him with my own two eyes!" Nikei slammed his notepad down onto the table. "He helped some kid who goes by [y/n] and...they're accompanying him now. I don't know where but..we'll have an easier chance of finding him. I don't care what happens to that street rat."

"Oh?" The wizard's mask formed a confused expression. "Why so hostile about an innocent child? Is it perhaps...you see yourself in them? Do they reflect the way you have grown up--"

"SHUT UP!!" Nikei's eyes were glowing red at this point. "That brat doesn't know the true power of his divine luck...and they aren't worthy of hoarding it all to themselves!"

"Ooooh..temper, temper.." Mikado tutted, joyful to know he struck a nerve. "Well, you should probably get to know this [y/n] before anything else. So go get a "scoop" on their connection to him. They're not a mere obstacle. Surely they know more about him than we do, no?"

".....you tried burning down two orphanages and suddenly you care about this kid's safety?"

"People change, Nikei. I see those extreme methods aren't necessary anymore. Now be on your best behavior out there. Don't wanna scare them off, you know."

The journalist gritted his teeth, despising the way Mikado treated him like a child. But he just collected his notepad and stormed off.

..........

"So..if you just want something, you can get it instantly?"

"More or less..that's my divine luck." Utsuro shrugged, sitting back on the sofa. "But it's not as fun as one would think."

"How so?" Your curiosity was seemingly endless as you sat beside him. "I thought..it'd make you happier. I know I'd be happy."

Even though he had nothing but the clothes on his back, he managed to get a small flat for you two. It was temporary, but at least he had a reason to rest after so much wandering.

He just looked at you for a few moments. Indeed, he remembered how naive he was back then--thinking of his luck as a gift, when in fact it became a great curse.

"I used to think that too. But..do you wish to learn why I'm like this?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

And he proceeded to explain how he grew up with his divine luck, becoming apathetic after learning that there's no process to what he does--like if he wanted to drive, he already knew how to without taking any tests.

So nothing had any meaning to him anymore.

He left out his attempts to off himself, for obvious reasons, and went on to say how he goes around helping people..but it's merely to pass the time.

By the time he finished, you could only frown as you hugged him. "I'm sorry.." Was all you could say.

"Don't be." He put his arm around you. "I'm..gonna take a walk. Wanna come?"

"I'm okay. My legs aren't sore anymore but.."

"That's fine. I'm just going to the convenience store. Anything you want?"

After you told him your favorite snack, he got up and grabbed the key, departing for the store.

For some time you just watched television, though your mind kept wandering back to Utsuro and his story. At least you know understood why he was the way he was.

But your musings were interrupted by a door knock. 'Is he back already?' You got up and went to the door, only to open it and see a completely different man there, with black hair and dressed in a sandy-brown coat and hat.

"Why hello!" He greeted with a smile. "Is uh..your dad home?"

"What do you want?" You answered warily.

The man seemed taken aback by your coldness, though he forced his grin. "Well I'm a friend of his! Nikei Yomiuri! Y'know? Ultimate Journalist--"

"Never heard of you before."

Ouch. That was a stab to the heart.

"I-I'll just ignore that comment..and get the point." He sighed. "I've heard of his talent of luck and I'm hoping to get an interview. Rumor has it he's helped a lot of people in his life, including you! So if you can tell me where he is I--G-GAH!!!"

With a swift kick to the nards, you scowled at him as he crumpled to the ground almost immediately. "He said he had no friends..so you're lying. I'm not letting anyone use my dad's luck for themselves anymore! Get lost."

Nikei was mumbling a string of unintelligible curses, but he managed to get up and walk away, finally leaving you alone.

You huffed and closed the door, returning to the sofa. Only a few minutes later did you hear it unlock as you saw Utsuro return with some groceries.

"Hey, kid." After setting the bags on the table, he turned around just in time to see you hug him once more. "Hm? What is it this time?"

"Nothing..I just...I promise I won't be greedy with your luck. And I won't let anyone else be, too."

He blinked a few times, stunned. But he smiled just a tiny bit as he reached down to pat your head.

"..thank you."

Finally, there was something in this boring, dull world worth living for: And that was you.

..........

"So..what have you learned?"

"Th-That goddamn..piece of shit...a-asshole has one hell of a kick! I swear to fucking god I'm gonna--!"

"Ahaha! If only I was there to see it. But it seems we have a true child of Utsuro on our hands."

#clanask #anonymous #sdra2 x reader #utsuro #utsuro x reader #mikado sannoji #nikei yomiuri #nikei yomiuri x reader #child reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #tw suicide mention

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tsukiyadori · 3 years

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Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Cannot Reach you) Prototype Chapter 2 Manga Translation

(Previous chapter here.)

Chapter 2 of the KimiNai Prototype Chapters. It roughly aligns with chapter 3 of the official series.

Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/69350711 (starting page 11) Twitter: https://twitter.com/mika_nist/status/992685246947639296

Disclaimer: Again, a number of lines (but not all) of this chapter are identical to the serialized official version (and thus the English publication). I still made them on my own (and with no heed to editing relevant things such as bubble adequate shortness), so there will be differences in phrasings.

Page 1:

Kakeru: Eh?! A mixer? sfx: That has a brilliant ring to it!!

Fujino: Aye. Or rather than a mixer, a middle school friend of mine is now in a girls-only high school and and she wants to hang out with boys from another school. So, I was wondering how about it Kakeru? Scribble: Well, with the way it looks like, you could call it a mixer? sfx: slurp Kakeru: Eh, is it fine for me to go?! Yay!! I'll go, I'll go!! Scribble: That's my first mixer

Fujino: Btw, it would be helpful, if one more came. Do you know somebody who stands out? Kakeru: Then how about Yamato? The one in our class.

Fujino: Eh... sfx: zurp

Yamato, that was your childhood friend, right...? I'm not good with him... Kakeru: Eh? Why! Yamato's a good guy?! Fujino: No, I mean, if you ask why...

Page 2:

Yamato: ... A mixer? sfx: Blank.

Fujino: Scary... sfx: shift Kakeru: Right! It's this Saturday, how about it Yamato? Ah, or do you have your part-time job there?

Yamato: No, I haven't, but... Are you going Kakeru? Kakeru: Yep, so you come, too, Yamato!

Yamato: ... Fine I guess...

But what are we going there for? sfx: What are we going there for?

Fujino: Th-That is well, to like, go out to eat with some girls and have some fun talking with them, or so... Yamato: I don't talk much, though... sfx: bam Kakeru: That's ok, that's ok! It'll be picturesque just with you joining in!! sfx: Alright, it's decided!

Page 3:

The appointed day

Girl 1: Yamato-kun, you're really cool!! sfx: kyaa Yamato: Ha... sfx: No mask. Girl 2: You're not bored, are you?! sfx: kyaa Yamato: No... I always have this face...

Girl 1: Hey, we're the same age, why so polite? Don't tell me, you're nervous? Yamato: A bit... Girl 2: How honest~ btw, don't we look like in a host club right now? sfx: oh not Girl 1: I did think that~!! sfx: Ahahaha

Fujino: Your childhood friend is quite the riot... sfx: His communication skills with girls are something... sfx girl: Yamato, order something more. What do you like? Kakeru: Yamato's always been popular with the girls. Although, he's often been said to be hard to talk to.

Kakeru: Yamato seems like he's enjoying himself... Girl scribble: Yamato, tell me you line id~ Yamato: I don't use it. Girl scribble: Eh?! Kakeru: Glad I invited him after all. Scribble: And the girls are cute.

Page 4:

Kakeru: That thing the other day after classes was just my misunderstanding after all... sfx: I held my breath for 1 second...? Kakeru: I got all conscious on my own, how lame. Embarrassing! Kakeru: Hoshikuzu Loneliness, huh...?

Akane: Kakeru-kun, do you want some snacks? Scribble: Loneliness? Kakeru: Eeh, aah, yeah! I want some! I think... Akane: Ahaha, Kakeru you look a bit like my little brother, so you're easy to talk to~ Kakeru: Eeh?! Ah, no, isn't that a bit weird...? sfx: Ahahahaha...

Girl 1: Hey, Yamato-kun, do you really not have a girlfriend?

Why? Scribble: What are the girls at your place even doing? Yamato: Why you ask... Girl 2: Ah, do you perhaps have really high standards? Girl 1: Aah~ That's frequent with cocky handsome. Then what's you prefered type? Tell us! Yamato: My preferred type...

Page 5:

Yamato: A childhood friend...

sfx: HU....H?

Girl 1: Eh? Sorry, srsly, what? Scribble: That's not a type...? Girl 2: We're completely out, are we...? sfx: gulp gulp Girl 2: Isn't he just wanting to say "not you"? Scribble: Pisses me off

Akane: Kakeru Here's an assortment of snacks. Scribble: Have some sfx: tremble tremble tremble

Kakeru: ??????????????????????? Sign: Heard that Sign: Childhood friend sfx: tremble tremble Akane: ? What's wrong? Background: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, no way, out of the question, out of the question, out of the question, out of the question, this is about Yamato, so that’s absolutely---

scribble: The End

Note: In the tweet answers, a reader, overwhelmed by the feels, questions if this doesn't effectively amount to a public confession. Mika-sensei's answer to that is they only noticed from the feedback, but yes, this is basically a public confession.

Note: The bam (ドン) sfx on page 2 is still present in the official version. The English release has left it untranslated.

Note: Hoshikuzu Loneliness is a band, https://twitter.com/hoshikuzunet is likely a reference to the song Touch by Iwasaki Yoshimi. The song starts with the line "I held my breath for 1 second." See this comment for more info:

Post Chapter Scribbles:

https://twitter.com/mika_nist/status/993424451386593283

Image 1:

Initial draft of Yamato

Yamato was the name already then.

Loves Kakeru a lot.

(has a complex)

It was a setting with an expressionless, tall, beautiful girl.

Image 2:

If I were a girl, I wouldn't be so troubled, would I...

Is that why I was turned into a guy...?

(Translation time: ~50 minutes incl. 20 for proofreading typos/ formatting brush up)

#manga #translation #english translation #kimi ni wa todokanai #i cannot reach you #mika

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the-himawari · 3 years

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A3! Tsukioka Tsumugi - Translation [SR] Warm Winter's Taste (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Welcome back, you two! How was Zabi?

Tsumugi: He’s recovered completely. Apparently, it looked like he just had an upset stomach.

Tasuku: He was feeling well enough to play soccer, so there’s no need to worry.

Izumi: I’m glad he’s feeling better!

Tsumugi: However…

Izumi: What’s wrong?

Tsumugi: I’m a little worried about my grandmother… Even though she was pretty bundled up, she seemed awfully cold.

Tasuku: Ahh, come to think of it, she was rubbing her arms the whole time.

Izumi: It’s been really cold these days so you’re worried, right?

Tsumugi: Yes. I wish there was something I could do for my grandmother, but…

Izumi: In that case, how about making mulled wine? Your body warms up a lot when you add spices to it.

Tasuku: Mulled wine, huh? Seasonally, it might be perfect.

Izumi: I drank some mulled wine at the Christmas market in the neighbouring city, and thanks to that, my body warmed right up even though I was outside.

Tsumugi: It’s good that you were warm even when you were outside. Ah, but I wonder if I’ll be able to make it…

Izumi: Guy-san knows the recipe so I think he’d teach you if you ask him.

Tasuku: That reminds me, he was testing out making mulled wine to add to his shop.

Tsumugi: Oh, really? Alright then, I’ll try asking Guy-san.

Izumi: Since you’re going out of your way, maybe I should learn too.

Tsumugi: Then how about we head to where Guy-san is together?

-pause-

Guy: I’ll be teaching you how to make mulled wine now. Making it non-alcoholic is fine, right?

Tsumugi: Yes, please go ahead.

Izumi: We’re ready to learn!

Guy: Then first, let’s start by choosing the spices and fruits to put into it.

-pause-

Guy: With this, it’s finished.

Izumi: That was easier than I thought.

Tsumugi: This way, I think I’ll be able to make it any time for my grandmother. Thank you very much.

Guy: That’s great then. Do you want to try drinking a little?

Izumi: I wanna try!

Tsumugi: I’ll have some too. …It’s really delicious. It feels like I’m warming up from the core of my body.

Izumi: It’s non-alcoholic, plus we added the spices in moderation so it’s easy so drink, right?

Guy: We made a lot, so how about you take the rest back to Tsukioka’s home? You can just reheat it to drink it, and the wine will keep for about one week.

Tsumugi: Then I’ll take your word for it and bring it over right away tomorrow.

Izumi: I’d like to meet your grandmother for the first time in a while, so is it alright if I go with you too?

Tsumugi: Yes, please do. I’m sure she’ll be happy too.

-pause-

Izumi: The wind is cold today, huh?

Tsumugi: You’re right. Shall we drink some mulled wine with alcohol in it when we get home?

Izumi: It’s even colder today and the mulled wine tastes really good, so I think we’ll drink even more.

Tsumugi: I understand what you mean. Everyone else might drink some too so let’s make a lot.

*ding dong*

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Yeees. —My, what’s this?

Tsumugi: We made mulled wine for you, grandma, so we brought it over. Director came with me today too.

Izumi: Good afternoon.

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Good afternoon, I’m happy you came by again. By the way, mulled wine is?

Tsumugi: It’s made by adding things like spices to wine and heating it up, and it really warms your body up so try drinking it.

Izumi: It’s non-alcoholic so I think it’s easy to drink, and you can also drink it by simply reheating it, so please do.

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Is that so? Thank you, you two. Since you’re here, would you like to come in?

Tsumugi: Oh, no. We just came here to hand this over, so we’ll be going back now.

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Oh, really? That’s too bad. Ah, right. Can you wait a moment?

Tsumugi: Sure, no problem.

-pause-

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Yes, here. The same snack as usual just arrived earlier. Please eat them if you’d like. This here is Taa-chan’s share.

Izumi: Thank you very much.

Tsumugi: Thanks as always, grandma.

Tsumugi’s grandmother: You two, please come visit again, alright?

Izumi: Yes!

Tsumugi: Yeah, I got it. Then, we’ll be off.

-pause-

Tsumugi: These are fortune cookies, but they’ve always been mysteriously accurate. Director, why don’t we eat one right now?

Izumi: Thank you very much. Alright, I’ll have one then.

Tsumugi: Here you go. I guess I’ll choose this one.

Izumi: Since we’re both eating, why don’t we open them together?

Tsumugi: Yeah, sounds good. Let’s do that.

Option 1: “I can’t to see what’s written.”

Izumi: I can’t wait to see what’s written.

Tsumugi: This kind of thing takes you back to your childhood and it’s a bit exciting, right?

Izumi: What’s more, it usually hits the mark, right?

Tsumugi: That’s right. There’s something like a word of advice written inside, but it’s accurate a lot of the time… So I really try to keep these cookies’ advice in mind.

Izumi: It’s that accurate, huh? That makes me all the more excited to open it!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, I’m glad Director’s having fun too.

Option 2: “I hope I get a good one!”

Izumi: If possible, I hope I get a good one! Like “Great Fortune” or something…

Tsumugi: Ah, what’s written inside the cookie is more like a specific word of advice.

Izumi: Oh, is that how it is? Then I’m looking forward to opening it even more!

Tsumugi: If the advice inside Director’s cookie doesn’t turn out to be very good, you can switch with mine. Well, that’s what I say but that doesn’t mean I’ll get anything good…

Izumi: Tsumugi-san, thank you very much. But it’s fine if we don’t switch!

Tsumugi: Oh, really?

Izumi: Yeah! You said it’s really accurate, so I think I’ll cherish the advice that came to me.

Tsumugi: Ok, shall we open them? One, two…

*opens*

Tsumugi: “Be careful not to overdrink”…?

Izumi: Eh, they’re the same!?

Tsumugi: It looks like it. Even though were just talking about drinking mulled wine when we got home…

Izumi: Advice that sounds like it was listening to our conversation… What are the chances, huh? If we drink too much we might cause trouble for those around us again, or something bad might happen…

Tsumugi: In that case, we really have to be careful not to overdrink…

Izumi: Yeah, let's watch out for each other...

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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We Can’t Be [Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader]

Rating: SFW Characters: Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader (who is Kagaya’s Little Sister) Summary: Kyō and (Y/n) are childhood friends, they eventually fall in love with each other— only for (Y/n) to get engaged to someone else; someone who was truly meant to be with her. Sadly, that person wasn’t Kyōjurō. Word Count: 3,448 Warnings: Angst, Arranged Marriage, Pregnancy, SO. MUCH. ANGST.

Note: Hello, bbys! Sorry this took so long. I had some issues to settle. Oof. But this was inspired by most of the asks that I got earlier. Most notably the Angsty Fucker Anon ahaha. I hope you guys like it!

Also, this was written while listening to ‘Til My Heartaches End, 12:51, and We Can’t Be.

***

Between her and her older brother, (Y/n) knew that she was the brattier one. It had been a long-standing fact within their family, that their own father had given up trying to discipline her into behaving. The Ubuyashiki patriarch had figured that it was easier to wait for his youngest child to acquiesce to his will, instead of forcing her beneath it.

Hence, why she had been set free to roam around the house without supervision; unlike her older brother— Kagaya— whom had to have an attendant with him at all times.

“Nii-chan,” A young (Y/n) whispered through the slightly opened shoji, as she peeked at her brother who was engrossed in his own lessons for the day. “Pssst.Nii-chan.”

She should have been in the same predicament, but she had tricked her tutor into leaving the room, so she managed to escape without much trouble.

Abruptly, the older Ubuyashiki child’s head snapped up to the source of the voice. Then slowly, a warm smile crept onto his face at the sight of his younger sister. “You know father’s going to come here soon.”

“I know, so we have to leave now,” The young lady whispered in an urgent tone, as she slid the door open a bit more. She slipped a hand through the gap, then beckoned her brother over— much like amaneki-neko. “Let’s see if Katsuis still in the garden.”

(Y/n) snickered at the nickname she’d bestowed upon the piglet she had seen wandering about in their garden, then slapped her tiny hands over her mouth to silence herself. She thought she had been so hilarious in naming a pig Tonkatsu, while her brother could only look on and shake his head.

Whether in amusement, or in disappointment, (Y/n) didn’t know; nor did she care.

“Yes, Oyakata-sama, I’ll be sure to check on the situation there.” A jovial voice reverberated off the walls in the corridor, which had the Ubuyashiki heiress tensing up where she stood.

She didn’t turn, nor did she dare to look away from her brother— whom was looking at her with worried eyes. Because she knew, even without checking, that her father had already seen her; as evidenced by the sudden silence, and the irked gaze she could feel boring holes into the back of her head.

However, instead of getting mad— like he’d wanted to— her father merely sighed and rubbed his temples to ease his oncoming headache. “(Y/n), what are you doing out of your lessons?”

And, as if he just realized what a stupid question that was, the Ubuyashiki patriarch sighed once more. “Shinjurō, you brought Kyōjurō with you, yes?’

“Yes, Oyakata-sama. He’s in the garden right now,” Shinjurō answered, clearly unsure as to where his master was headed with his query. “Do you want me to call him?”

“No, no,” (Y/n)’s father answered softly, before setting a gentle hand on top of his daughter’s head. “Go, (Y/n). You can play outside with Kyōjurō, but make sure to attend your lessons tomorrow.”

At that, (Y/n) beamed before turning to hug her father around the waist. “Thank you, otou-san! I promise I’ll go to my lessons tomorrow!”

And without further ado, she skipped down the hall— before her father could change his mind about letting her play instead of study.

That was the day that inevitably changed her life— for better, or for worse, she wasn’t exactly sure.

The moment she saw a boy her age— with the same flaming hair as Shinjurō-san’s— crouched down on the ground and trying to reach for something beneath the cluster of hydrangea shrubs, she immediately got down next to him to check on what had him so interested.

When she saw that he was trying to get Katsuout from beneath the shrub, she grinned and poked his cheek. Her action, of course, made Kyōjurō jump and hit his head on a low hanging stem. “If you want him to come out, you have to give him some food. Katsu likes to eat— otou-sansaid so.”

“Really? Do you have any snacks we could give him?” Kyōjurō asked enthusiastically, as his eyes brightened at the concept of actually seeing the boar in broad daylight. He had never had a pet of his own, as his father never let him keep one, so to see an actual boar up close was quite a treat for him. “Is he your pet?”

(Y/n) wasn’t quite sure how to answer that question, as she had never asked her parents if she could actually keep Katsu, but she still found herself nodding. “Yes. I guess he is. Come on, let’s ask Akio-sanfor some snacks.”

She didn’t think much of it back then, but she moved to grab her newfound friend’s hand and proceeded to drag him out from under the shrub. Then, she led both of them around the house; making sure to take the routes that would least likely make her bump into her frantic tutor; since she was sure that her senseiwould drag her back to her room and force her to study— even if her father gave her a free pass for the day.

“Akio-san?” (Y/n) called out in the seemingly-empty kitchen, as she readjusted her grip on Kyōjurō’s hand. “Akio-san? Can I please have some food for Katsu?”

When no one answered her, she went up to one of the shelves— still hand-in-hand with Kyōjurō— and reached up to get one of the boxes which she knew had Castella cake in it. She then tucked the box beneath her arm, then cried out, “I’ll be taking the Castella. Thank you!”

And with their scavenging mission a success, both children went back to the hydrangea shrub where Katsuwas laying under, and sat down next to each other.

The moment that (Y/n) let go of his hand, Kyōjurō felt a sense of loss envelop his young heart. He wanted to reach out again and entwine their fingers— much like earlier— but he resisted the urge to do so; as it would be very ungentlemanly of him.

“You never told me your name,” He began with a quirk of his eyebrows, as he watched the girl in front of him unwrap the Castella they had pilfered from the kitchen. “My name’s Rengoku Kyōjurō. I’m going to be the next Flame Hashira!”

“Oh, really?” (Y/n) exclaimed, while she took a piece of the cake and popped it in her mouth. The sweet treat practically melted on her tongue, and she resisted the urge to gush over how delicious it was. When she swallowed what was in her mouth, she answered, “I’m Ubuyashiki (Y/n). Nice to meet you, Kyō-chan.”

“U… Ubuyashiki?” The young Rengoku’s eyes widened, and he immediately righted his posture into one that denoted his deep respect for (Y/n). “The pleasure is all mine, ojou-sama.”

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) questioned with a slight tilt of her head, as her new friend’s polite vocabulary reached her ears. “We’re friends now, so you can just call me (Y/n).”

She didn’t even wait for him to answer, as she took a piece of the Castella between her thumb and index finger, then popped it into his agape mouth.

“It’s good, right? I don’t think I want to share with Katsu anymore.” The Ubuyashiki heiress giggled heartily, and that was the moment that Kyōjurō knew… he’d found the girl he wanted to marry.

***

Time seemed to fly by after that, and from snot-nosed five year-olds, both (Y/n) and Kyōjurō grew up to be drastically opposite ten year-olds.

While (Y/n) was so engrossed in reading her books and playing her kotoout in the garden, Kyōjurō was busy training to be a Hashira. He would often accompany his father to the Ubuyashiki mansion, if only to catch a glimpse of (Y/n)— but he never told her that.

As far as his young mind was concerned, girls were disgusting. They were to be respected and admired, but they were gross with their need to hug and kiss their significant others all the time.

Still, there was a part of him that never wavered; and that part wanted to marry (Y/n) when they were older.

What he didn’t know was that— when he was too busy training in the expansive garden, while he waited for his father— she would also sneak covert, admiring glances at his form.

(Y/n) couldn’t deny the fact that Kyōjurō was handsome, so she mostly told herself that wanting to look at him was inevitable. Because humans loved to look at pretty things; and he was a mighty fine specimen.

However, after the year when they turned eleven, she never saw him visit her home again. Her father said that it was because Shinjurō had already retired, which meant that Kyōjurō wouldn’t be visiting anymore.

She had never told anyone back then— not even her brother— but she had cried herself to sleep so many times after the first month that he didn’t show himself to her. He never even replied to her letters, which hurt her more than anything.

Because not only had she lost a potential love interest, but she had also lost a friend— her only friend, at that.

There were so many times when she had wanted to confide in her brother, but with the death of their father— as well as his impending marriage to Amane— she couldn’t find it in herself to add to his burden.

So, to ease her loneliness, she would often visit their parents’ graves and pour her heart out to them— if only to ease the pain and loneliness that she felt.

However, the year of her thirteenth birthday, Kagaya had sent her to serve as the host for the Final Selection, she was in for a huge— and very positive— surprise. She couldn’t even stay focused on her spiel, as her gaze always kept gravitating over to the enigmatic Kyōjurō.

And, as if her stuttered spiel wasn’t enough to embarrass her, she had to turn her back towards the Slayers because— as Kyōjurō passed by her— he whispered a quiet, ‘I’ll see you later, (Y/n).’

Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest at that. She was torn between screaming her head off at him, and gathering him in her arms while confessing her feelings; yet she did neither, as she had to keep up her unbiased façade.

During the entire week he was up on Mt. Natagumo, she barely slept a wink. She felt like she was going half-crazy with worry and, it might have been unfair of her to do so, but she sent a crow to follow his movements and report his status to her.

She knew that she couldn’t exactly pull him out of there, as it would be against Demon Corps rules, but she had to know; she couldn’t risk losing him.

Yet it appeared that there was no need for her to worry; because not only was Kyōjurō eliminating demons like they meant nothing, but he was doing so without sustaining any injuries whatsoever.

The seventh day couldn’t arrive sooner for (Y/n) and, while she busied herself with her mundane hobbies, Kyōjurō was always on the back of her mind. It was apparent to everyone who saw her that her heart really wasn’t in whatever she was doing; and her absentmindedness was even more evident to her brother.

As much as Kagaya didn’t want to crush his sister’s heart, however, he knew that he had to tell her early on about her own fate. They weren’t meant to be with people who weren’t given to them by their family’s priests, as it would spell their untimely end.

“(Y/n),” The older Ubuyashiki began softly, as he sat down beside his sister on her picnic blanket.

She slowly closed the book she had been reading, and turned to look up at Kagaya. His curse mark was slowly starting to appear along his left temple, which greatly worried (Y/n); yet she knew that she could do nothing, as it was their family’s fate.

Unless they killed Muzan, all the people within their line were fated to die at a young age.

“What has you so troubled?” Kagaya asked with a comforting smile.

However, it did nothing but make (Y/n)’s heart feel like it had seized in her chest. She knew full well that her brother knew what was on her mind, but he was merely being polite about it— to give her some semblance of privacy. “You know what’s troubling me. Don’t even pretend that you don’t, nii-chan.”

“I know, but it would make me feel better if it actually came from you, instead of from a premonition.” Just like him, she had the gift of foresight, which made for pretty interesting conversations between them, and this… it was the most awkward of them all.

Because she didn’t want to tell her older brother about her emotional woes.

And when her silence persisted, Kagaya sighed— much like their father used to when he didn’t know what to do with (Y/n). “You know as well as I do that it won’t end well if you pursue a relationship with Kyōjurō.”

“I know that, but… it’s him. I’ve loved him for so long; would it be wrong to follow my own heart?”

“It won’t… but only to a certain extent. (Y/n), there’s a thin line between real love and self-sacrifice. You’re old enough to know which lines don’t need to be crossed.”

After that, the young woman remained quiet— as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Her brother’s words rang nothing but the truth, yet her heart wanted something entirely different.

(Y/n) wanted to go against all traditions and safety precautions, if it meant that she would experience something real and spontaneous. She wanted something that she had been longing for ever since she was young; not something that was handed to her to save her family’s lineage.

Besides, the Demon Slaying Corps didn’t need her offspring; not when she was a mere replacement for her brother— whom already had a wife, and a child on the way.

If she were to die the very next day, she wanted to— at the very least— experience what life with Kyōjurō would be like.

So she did; despite her brother’s gentle reminders to not let things get out of hand.

Because he knew, as much as she did, that staying with the young Rengoku would mean certain death for her; especially if she were to have his child, as his soul was not the one meant for hers.

Yet, she paid no heed to Kagaya’s words. She, selfishly, followed her own heart.

Much to her brother’s dismay.

***

“I always want to stay this way with you,” (Y/n) whispered softly, as she laid her head on her lover’s bare chest. They had just finished with a round of lovemaking, which rendered both of them pleasantly sore, and a tad sleepy.

“Then we will.” Kyōjurō smiled, while he pulled her body flush against his side. “Always. I promise you.”

It had been seven years since they had started being a couple, and those five years spent together were filled with nothing but bliss.

Of course, Kagaya didn’t fully approve of their relationship, but he didn’t meddle in their affairs. He wanted his sister to be happy, no matter the consequences, so he left them alone.

A giggle bubbled from (Y/n)’s lips at that, and she leaned down to press a kiss to the newly appointed Flame Hashira’s chest. “I love you, Kyō. So, so much.”

“And I love you more, my Sweet Flame,” Rengoku answered softly, before brushing his lips against the crown of her head. He was truly, and utterly smitten with the woman in his arms.

So smitten, in fact, that he was already considering asking for her hand in marriage.

The words always wanted to escape from his lips, that he had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from just blurting it out. He wanted so badly to marry the love of his life, yet he wanted to wait until it was the perfect moment to ask her.

“I promise you, we’ll stay like this forever. I’ll always be yours… as you are mine.”

***

However, he had waited too long, as the priests assigned to the Ubuyashiki family had managed to step in— despite Kagaya’s wishes to leave them alone.

Their motivations weren’t selfless; as they were insisting to marry (Y/n) off to her real betrothed in fear of the Ubuyashiki clan’s curse consuming them as well; at least, the ones who weren’t already consumed by the curse.

No one had ever dared to go against the priests’ spousal recommendations, so no one knew the real consequences of defying such a long-standing ritual. Not until (Y/n) came along.

And so, with heavy hearts, (Y/n) and Kyōjurō let go of their relationship; for the sake of other peoples’ lives.

Their separation was quiet; tear-filled, but filled with so many parting kisses and words of love. Every press of their lips against the other’s skin was committed to memory; and each fleeting caress to their lover’s naked body was tucked away in an untouchable corner of their own hearts. Because they might have been forced to stay apart, but their love for each other still burned brightly.

And life in the Ubuyashiki Manor had become quieter— morose— after that.

(Y/n) no longer played her kotoout in the garden, nor did she go out to enjoy the feel of the sun against her skin. She never laughed or smiled, nor did her eyes hold the same brightness that they used to.

Slowly, she withered away inside her room— just waiting for her family’s curse to fully consume her; as a life without Kyōjurō was a life that wasn’t worth living.

Then, as if the world further wanted to make her suffer, the priests finally named her betrothed to be none other than the Wind Hashira: Shinazugawa Sanemi.

When Kagaya had made the announcement to the all the Hashira, as he had invited them to the celebratory feast, he couldn’t help but feel guilty at the brief flash of pain that crossed the Flame Hashira’s expression.

However, he could do nothing but adhere to his family’s traditions; for (Y/n)’s own good, as well as the good of all the priests assigned to be their clairvoyants.

***

Two months after (Y/n) had wed Sanemi, they all received the news that she was pregnant.

There was a small part of Kyōjurō that wanted to believe that it was his child, yet he knew that it was impossible— as it had been months since the last time he and (Y/n) had made love. To find out only then meant that it was Sanemi’s child; and that fact felt like a dagger to his heart.

However, with a shaky smile, he still went up to his fellow Hashira and congratulated the other man.

And after that, he had taken to finding a secluded space for himself to cry his heart out. His tears seemed like they would never cease falling, while his heart felt like it was slowly crumbling inside his chest. His fingers had already gone numb, while his knees gave out from beneath him— so he was rendered to unceremoniously plop down on the hard ground.

In his pain though, loud, breathless sobs escaped from his lips— ones which he didn’t bother silencing as he gripped his head in his hands. His pain was so all-consuming, that he didn’t even realize that (Y/n) was watching him from her bedroom window.

She wanted to run out there and wrap him up in her arms, yet she knew that doing so would only hurt him more; as it would remind of what he could never fully have again.

(Y/n) was still in love with him, and she always would be, but she could never— for the life of her— muster up the courage to tell him that the child she was carrying was his; not Sanemi’s, as they had never consummated their marriage.

They slept in the same room, on the same futon, yet they always felt like they were miles away from each other. It was not a match made in heaven, as it was torture for (Y/n) to pretend each and every day that she wasn’t slowly dying on the inside.

There was nothing more that she wanted than to tell Kyōjurō, but she couldn’t give him that kind of hope. Not when she would only have to take it away from him once more.

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jumukus · 4 years

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A3! Event: Bridal Concerto Chapter 1-5 Translations

Translations under the cut.

Boy: << ...What is this? >>

Older Boy: << It's Jasmine. Smells good, right? >>

Boy: << Yes… It's really pretty and smells good. >>

<< Jasmine… >>

Older Boy: << Fufu. Are you that interested in that flower? If so… >>

<< ...It's done. You can take this home. >>

Boy: << Whoa… a flower bouquet…! Thank you very much! >>

Izumi: I'm back.

Citron: Welcome back!

Izumi: !?

Citron: Were you surprised, Director!? It's a great success!

Izumi: I was wondering who it was… What's that?

Citron: I drew the lottery at the shopping district and won the "fun set"! There are other things beside this one.

Izumi: There really are. Wig and tiara… these are indeed amazing prizes, though it makes you wonder what kind of concept they’re going for.

Citron: I feel like we can use this as props!

Muku: What do you want to drink, Yuki-kun? I think I’m gonna have some te--.

Citron: Please excuse me!

Muku: Huh, whoah!?

Yuki: The heck are you doing?

Muku: I was wondering who it was…!

Citron: Fufu, it's me, Citron! Shalala!

Yuki: Oh, great, now he's flipping his hair for no apparent reason. What's with that, anyway?

Izumi: That's one of the prizes he got from the lottery at the shopping district.

Muku: I see, there are other things as well, huh.

Yuki: Hmmm, a lottery, huh… But well, you look surprisingly mature in that.

Citron: I really like this thing! I'm going to continue wearing this!

Izumi: (Looks like Citron-kun’s new addiction has gotten deeper...)

Itaru: I’m home…

Izumi: Welcome back. Is it just me or do you look kind of tired?

Citron: Are you alright, Itaru?

Yuki: Did something happen?

Muku: Are you busy with work?

Itaru: Nah, actually…

Itaru: (Okay, I finished my work. Let's quickly go home and grind the event.)

(I wonder what's for dinner--.)

Togawa: Chigasaki-kun, do you have a moment?

Itaru: (...Yikes, he really has to call me now of all time.)

What is it, section chief?

Togawa: One of our regular clients is planning to hold a bigger-scale Wedding Fest this year.

I'm in charge of that project, so I was just discussing a few things with the other party, like the stage design and programme.

Itaru: (Do we do that kind of work, though…? We're a trading company.)

(But well, let's just go along with him for now.)

Oh, I see. What kind of plan is it?

Togawa: The plan right now is to exhibit all kind of bridal gowns from all around the world and invite guests from overseas…

But the truth is… the plan that the other party wanted to do the most is this one.

Itaru: This document… "Best-of-Three Bride Contest"?

Togawa: We're going to have the participants take on the role of a bride and act out three different kinds of situations.

Itaru: (Ah… So it’s like the bride version of the "Bridegroom Battle Royale" Tsuzuru and Citron participated before.)

Togawa: The other party wants to have this plan realized no matter what--.

But in order to make that happen, we need to recruit several actors to be the participants' co-stars first.

So I'm wondering whether the theater troupe you're affiliated with can lend us some help.

Itaru: ...I beg your pardon?

Togawa: If you're one of the members, I’m sure they have a pretty good line-up of actors there.

And since we can't afford to spend much money on this… would you do me a favor?

Itaru: Hmm, how should I say this… I'm very happy that you reached out to me, but I’m not the one making the decision here…

Togawa: In exchange for helping us with the contest, I'll let you be the last performers at the event. I'll try to negotiate it with the other party.

Don’t you think that will be a good PR for your troupe?

Itaru: …

Itaru: ...Well, it took longer than expected but that's about it.

Yuki: I see.

Izumi: (Come to think of it, I wonder why Itaru-san's company actively participates in a bridal event…)

Itaru: To put it simply, it's like a variety show version of etiquette proficiency test.

In accordance with the event, it looks like they want to plan something related to wedding.

Izumi: I've gotta admit being the last performers at such a large-scale event will be a good publicity…

Maybe it’s better to accept the offer.

Itaru: I knew you would say that.

I’m gonna talk this out with Sakyo-san as well.

Izumi: Thank you!

Itaru: Alright, I'm gonna change my clothes now.

Muku: Wedding Fest, huh… What a beautiful event…

Citron: Etiquette proficiency test seems fun! I'm berry interested in it!

Yuki: It should be, "very interested," you know. By the way, until when are you going to wear that wig?

Citron: Oh! I've gotten so used to wearing this I forgot to take it off!

Azuma: This sake is delicious. I feel like this is my first time trying this.

Guy: It was included in our regular package the other day.

Azuma: Oh, really? Fufu, it goes well with this snack too.

*phone buzzes*

Guy: Hm? Looks like I got a text.

...Is it from Mika?

…

Azuma: What’s the matter?

Guy: No, it’s nothing.

Azuma: ...Is that so?

Izumi: ...Therefore, we're going to act out specified situations this time around.

Itaru: Director-san, thank you for your cooperation.

Juza: OK.

Azuma: Fufu, I'm looking forward to this. It seems fun.

Itaru: There will be three actors taking the stage at the event.

Objectively speaking, I think Azuma-san and Juza are just the right men for it.

And since my section chief told me to make an appearance, I have to join you two. In the meantime, senpai ran away…

That person is hella good at evading this kind of subject.

Izumi: Then, I'd like to ask Azami-kun to handle the makeup and Citron-kun to escort the winner of the contest.

Azami: Got it.

Citron: Leave it to me!

Itaru: Then, I'd also like to ask Muku to help out as my assistant…

Muku: Okay, I understand!

Itaru: Sorry for making you do this odd-job-like things.

Muku: It’s no problem at all! I'm very interested in this festival, after all. To be able to take part in this event alone has already made me content!

Itaru: God, what an angel… So dazzling.

Juza: So proud of my cousin.

Citron: That’s my son for you!

Azami: He’s not your son, Citron-san.

Itaru: By the way, my section chief told me he had entrusted the duty to deliver the last performance to us.

Izumi: I’m going to have you all go on stage for that!

Azuma: I’m looking forward to both the Best-of-Three Contest and the performance.

Muku: Phew…

Citron: You’re under arrest! You’re under arrest!

Muku: Whoa! You surprised me right there…!

Citron: Sorry, I’ve unintentionally pretended to be Shinsegumi!

Muku: Fufu, Citron-sama looks cool as Shinsegumi!

Citron: What are you reading, Muku?

Muku: The new issue of a shojo manga! It came out just recently.

It’s a very romantic story that centers around royalty. It follows the protagonist whose fiance is actually her first love.

Citron: …

Muku: ...Citron-sama?

Citron: Oops, sorry! It’s nothing.

Muku: Speaking of which, did you decide to stop sporting that hairdo from before, Citron-sama?

Citron: That hair extension actually suits my fancy…

But since no one is surprised by that anymore, it doesn’t feel new. So I took it off.

Muku: I see.

Citron: Now that it has come to this, I’ll have someone else put that on instead. For instance…

…

Muku: ?

Izumi: I’m home.

Tsuzuru: Welcome back. Dinner’s ready.

Izumi: Thanks! Whoa, it looks tasty today too!

Citron: You’re back, Director?

Izumi: Yup, I just got back.

Citron: ...Are you prepared?

Izumi: Huh? I… I guess…? I don’t know what you’re talking about, though.

Citron: Come on!!

Muku: W-Welcome home.

Izumi: Eh!? Muku-kun…!?

Citron: Our prank was a big success!

Tsuzuru: Huh!? What’s with that?

Citron: I have Muku put on the freebies I got the other day!

Muku: On, on second thought, this is surely embarrassing…!

Citron: No, you’re fine! It looks incredibly great on you!

My addiction is never wrong!

Tsuzuru: It should be prediction, not addiction.

Izumi: You really look like a girl.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, indeed… I’ve been considering this since the inner palace play, but maybe I’ll have you take on female roles in future plays.

*bell rings*

Citron: Hm? Who came?

Izumi: Maybe a courier?

Tsuzuru: At this time? I’ll go greet them for now.

Izumi: For real, though… you look so great in this that you don’t look weird at all.

Muku: Sho-should I be happy about this…

Citron: Obviously! You’re very cute! Lemme hug you, pretty Muku!

Muku: Ci-Citron-sama…!

Izumi: (Ahaha, they sure are close.)

Tsuzuru: Hey, hold on! What on Earth are you--.

Izumi: ? Tsuzuru-kun?

*door opens*

???: ...Citronia-sama!

Izumi: !?

???: …

Citron: …

Guy: …

Izumi: Uhhh, alright, they all have left so please tell us what’s your business here…

Leila: ...My name is Leila.

Just as I mentioned earlier, I came from the Kingdom of Zahra.

I’m here to meet Citronia-sama…

Izumi: (Leila-san… is very beautiful. Furthermore, she’s really fluent in Japanese.)

Ummm, can I ask what’s your relationship with Citron-kun…?

Leila: ...I’m Citronia-sama’s fiancee.

Izumi: !?

Izumi: Fiancee!?

Guy: A fiancee candidate, to be precise.

With his status as the prince of Zahra, Citronia already had a fiancee candidate since childhood.

But both me and Citronia are pretty much clueless when it comes to details of the candidate.

I did hear from Mika that someone claiming to be Citronia’s fiancee is heading to Japan. To think that he was actually telling the truth...

Izumi: (Wow, as expected of a royal family… They do have a fiancee since childhood.)

Guy: However, Citronia is no longer in line for the throne.

I believe talks about engagement should be over as well...

Leila: It doesn't matter whether or not Citronia-sama is in line for the throne. I want to marry him.

Izumi: (She looks very determined…)

Citron: ...Sorry. I’m very happy to learn of your feelings, but I can’t marry you.

Leila: Why? I’ll do anything for you.

I’ve been attending marriage preparation class and learning a lot of subjects. I’ve also been studying your beloved Japanese, Citronia-sama.

If there are other things I need to do, I’m more than willing to do it.

Citron: ...Thank you. But still, I can’t marry you.

Leila: …

...Is the woman just now your lover, Citronia-sama?

Citron: Eh?

Izumi: Woman…

(This is just my hunch, but don’t tell me she’s referring to Muku-kun who was crossdressing…!?)

(I can’t blame her for thinking that way though, especially since Citron-kun was hugging him just now…)

Citron: ...That’s right.

Izumi: Eh--!?

Citron: ...Director.

Izumi: (...Guess he’s trying to settle this thing down for the time being.)

(Let’s see how it goes for now.)

Citron: I have a lover. Therefore, I cannot marry you.

Leila: ...I see.

Izumi: (I wonder if Leila-san accepts it. She should be giving up…)

Leila: ...YOU’RE SORELY MISTAKEN IF YOU THINK I’M GOING TO GIVE UP JUST LIKE THAT!!

Izumi: !?

Leila: I can't accept it! If it comes to this, I'd like to challenge her to a head-on battle!

Citron: Oh! She has turned into a completely different person!

Guy: She's really passionate.

Izumi: B-But how are you going to…

*door opens*

Itaru: Director-san, I wanna discuss the "Best-of-Three Bride Contest" I told you before…

...Hm? Sorry, are you in the middle of something now?

Izumi: Yes, very much!

Leila: Best-of-Three Bride Contest… That's it!

Izumi: Pardon me?

Leila: If I win against that woman in that contest… Please come back to Zahra and marry me!

Izumi: Eeeh!? That's just too unreasonable…

Itaru: What kind of development is going on here?

Leila: But if I lose… I'm going to pay an appropriate amount of money as a reward.

In addition, I won't approach Citronia-sama anymore.

Izumi: Even if you say that, there's no way we will accept--.

Leila: Let's talk about the details later. I'm going to leave this number here. Be sure to call me up.

I shall take my leave now. Excuse my intrusion.

*door closes*

Izumi: She, She's gone…

Citron: …

Izumi: And that's what happened...

Azuma: It turned into such a fuss, huh.

Azami: F-Fi.. Fiancee… are you for real?

Citron: Being popular sure is tough. Sighs…

Juza: You sure she ain't just joking?

Itaru: I don't think so. I just took a look at the participants list and her name is there.

And it looks like she's one of the overseas guests who are invited to the fest.

Izumi: That explains it, then…!

Juza: Oh, so that's why she came to visit Citron-san who's in Japan.

Azuma: Being a guest means she has quite the social status and probably an authority too--.

So it may not be impossible for her to… bring him back to Zahra.

Azami: It that really possible, though?

Izumi: Who knows…

Itaru: I heard she's an heiress of a famous corporation in Zahra.

Izumi: (That explains why she gives off the vibe of a well-educated person.)

Muku: …

Izumi: At any rate, we're going to talk with Leila-san some more in regards of the contest…

Muku: ...I'm going to do it.

Izumi: Eh?

Muku: I know there's a chance this may be nothing but a joke.

But if Citron-sama will be forcibly taken away by a group men dressed in black because I reject the challenge…

Then, we won't be able to meet again because they forbid him to get in touch with a dessicated lotus root like me…!

Azami: There's no way that would happen. And calm down.

Itaru: I think we should have senpai or someone else stay by our side in case what Muku imagined does occur.

If Muku takes on the challenge, I'll help out… So what should we do?

Juza: I'll help out too.

Citron: No problem here! I'll try my best!

Azami: Well, it's your call. You're the one involved in this, after all.

Muku: ...I'll do it.

Izumi: Got it, if that's what you want.

Azuma: It may be better not to announce that Muku is going to participate while dressing up as a woman.

Itaru: We need to come up with a fake name, then.

Citron: Let me think about it!

Azuma: Fufu, I feel like you're going to come up with an adorable and fun name.

Izumi: (Guy-san said he already contacted Leila-san, so… all we need to do now is gear up for D-day.)

(But…)

Citron: "My honey, your miso soup is so delicious today too."

Muku: "Really? Thank you."

Azami: "You always say it's delicious as long as it's mom's cooking, dad."

Citron: "It really is delicious, since you put your love in it, honey."

"Your tasteless soup that's the result of you forgetting to add seasoning, your red hot stew that is served after putting too much red peppers…"

"Your salty cake and your cookies that are as hard as stones… my sweetheart, all of them are supreme cuisine to me."

Muku: "Oh darling…"

Citron: "Back when I first tasted your cooking, I felt like an electric shock running through me. God made us find each other."

Izumi: Hey, stop stop! What's with that play!?

Citron: No, no, we're practicing properly.

Izumi: (Sighs… it's been like this for a while now. Will we be all right at the bride contest?)

Masterlist | Chapter 6-10 >

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msujinri · 3 years

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official intro post!

hello lovelies! it’s adri back with a new muse! this is nam jinri, my soft geum girl 🥺 she’s a music major with a minor in healing and is currently in her senior year here at msu! i don’t have a plot page for her yet, but you find her profile here and more information about her underneath the cut! as always, if you are interested in plotting, just like this post and i’ll get to your dms either here or on discord as soon as i can! so without further ado, click the ‘read more’ below!

background info

nam jinri was born and raised in seoul, south korea. she comes from a family of performers with both of parents having professional dancing backgrounds and her older brother being an up & coming theater actor.

while her family excelled in visual performance, jinri turned to classical music, studying and playing the violin since she was five years old.

her family comes from a long line of wizards on both sides, but her immediate family as been living among muggles the past thirty years. so although jinri has grown up knowing about her family’s magical background, her family doesn’t use magic on a daily basis making jinri rather disconnected from magic by the time she was accepted to the korean magical school.

at the school, she found herself adept in potions and herbology which later helped contribute to her interest in magical healing. it was also found early on that jinri was rather weak when it came to martial magic, her weakest subject being charms.

after graduating, jinri spent her summer studying music performance at seoul national university through one of their summer programs, returning every summer afterwards after finishing her terms at mokseong.

currently, jinri is a senior at msu sorted under geumseong.

she majors in music as a violinist and minors in healing after showing a high aptitude for healing magic.

she’s currently in the potions club, the herbology club, and the choir club.

personality info

jinri is a soft person at heart, always believing in the good in people and never actually believing that people are born bad. despite being reserved and rather timid by nature, she’s extremely warm and kind-hearted though it can sometimes come across as naïve.

she’s quiet when you first meet her as she can be uncomfortable in unfamiliar environments and social situations. but once you get her to open up, you can see that she is a bit quirky and easily excitable.

she is a sensitive person, her emotions influenced by the moods of the people around her. this can lead her to become easily stressed out especially if the other person’s emotions are really intense.

because she is also highly empathetic, jinri tends to take on other people’s emotions to help lessen the burden on them. she feels for them and always offers to hear them out and comfort them if they need it. however, this can easily make her likely to be a pushover as people in the past have often taken advantage of this kindness of hers.

jinri is extremely modest and finds it hard to take compliments as she can also be highly self-critical. ironically, she’ll always compliment and praise other people because she genuinely wants to make their day and/or make them feel proud of themselves :((

she’s not necessarily the type to get mad, but she does get hurt easily so please be gentle with her :((

extra info

she always tries to improve herself or help others to the point where she forgets to look after herself emotionally/mentally.

most of her time spent is dedicated to her music. she’s always practicing the violin or at rehearsals. once a month, she goes to busan for a weekend to play at the busan cultural center. other times, she street performs in the courtyard on campus at the request of her peers though it’s mainly for fun.

she and @msuflorence have a flootube channel where they perform orchestra covers of their favorite muggle songs + tunes. (ex. here, here, & here <3 )

she’s childhood friends with @msulevi & @msujieun

her immediate family isn’t necessarily rich but they are pretty well off due to the professions of her grandparents. her grandfather on her father’s side is one of the leaders in south korea’s magical technological advancement program while her grandparents on her her mother’s side both work in the preservations of the arts for both the magical and muggle worlds.

does this make jinri a trust fund baby? probably 🥴 but she doesn’t touch a cent of it because she insists it can be used for something better. so she does have half a mind to sign it off to someone else if they really need it so... 👀 #futureinvestment maybe?

she... doesn’t get memes. she’s behind on the times. we apologize ahsjdkfgjk

okay so this is a big one... jinri loves emotionally connecting with people despite her introverted personality. if she feels like you two have genuinely connected, she’s all in with you 🥺

unfortunately, this also means jinri gets attached to people too easily and romantically, this means she also falls for people pretty easily as well. this isn’t to say she falls for every person she knows, but she does have a tendency to think that close feelings can mean something more if she feels connected to the other person. obviously, this means some people can take advantage of this too once they learn this about her :((

WITH THAT SAID, jinri is a hopeless romantic :(( although she doesn’t particularly believe that true love will happen for her, she believes that other people can find their true loves eventually.

and before i forget, jinri does get sick rather easily due to having a weak immune system so she is very health conscious. she doesn’t smoke and drinks seldom. she takes sleeping schedules very seriously and tries not to stress herself out (though she usually fails at this). she tries to limit her intake on unhealthy foods such as snacks and sweets and does light exercise at least every other day. people who don’t know her too well might think she’s over doing it, but it’s all part of her daily routine.

speaking of daily routines, jinri is also a very meticulous and cleanly person. she really can’t stand cluttered areas or messes so if you catch her trying to fix something that’s out of place or clean up after someone... mind yer business.

plot & connection ideas

friends/acquaintances from the korean magical school of course!!

any other musicians around? come befriend jinri :((

healing majors/minors!! let them stress together ahaha

choir/herbology/potions connections!!

rich kid connections bc... c’mon. or maybe someone recognizes her from connections with her family???

obviously, not everyone loves sweet girls... so maybe there are people who think she’s fake or just hate her for her soft personality )):

uhhh maybe somebody can break her heart??? 😰 make her fall for them and just... crush her spirit ASHDJKFHJKDK

uhhhh also someone teach her about love for real??? she’s soft... let her be someone’s eventual gf...

or if you want jinri to dote on your muse, she can be that person :(( she loves being affectionate with those close to her

#futureinvestment... is your muse trying to create an upstart business or needs funding to continue some big project? uhhhh come track jinri down and sell your pitch 😏

uhh someone keep track of her health bc she won’t do it herself tbqh

maybe someone wants her to teach them how to play the violin??? that’s fun. or maybe they keep bugging her about requests 🤔

someone notices her rather healthy lifestyle and either criticizes her for being too uptight or asks her for advice instead

your muse saw a performances of hers and became a fan. they try to approach her about it but she’s shy??? she looked so cool and graceful a second ago!

friends! please!!

and anything else!! i’m open to everything!! let’s plot please <3

#( ooc | mun's words )#THIS TOOK ME LONGER THAN I WANTED #but please come love my babie (':#i wanted to write more tbh #i feel like i'm forgetting so many things ashjdkfghjkl #but here we are!!

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wincore · 5 years

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first snow | ☃ | na jaemin

pairing: jaemin x reader

words: 2.1k

genre: fluff FLUFF fluff fluff; high school!au; childhood friends!au;

warnings: u might get diabetes from how sickeningly sweet this is but it be like that sometimes

Your neighbourhood covered in snow looks just like the way it did when you first came here.

You remember that day as clear as itself. Getting off the car with a rather glum face, you had persistently been complaining about the cold just as any child would. Adjusting to a new place so young can be difficult—most of us know that— yet it’s easier as a child. That day, you had slipped and fallen on the side of the road, too, and had it not been for your saviour, boy-next-door Na Jaemin, you would have definitely been in a worse condition. Or, that’s what he likes to say.

Jaemin had rushed to you with his eyes wide and asked if you were okay. He had extended his tiny hands and pulled you up with whatever force he could muster. And since then, you had been the closest of friends. Well, not right away. You were too busy crying about your elbow paining to notice Jaemin properly, and had ran to your parents instead. Jaemin’s parents, noticing him with you had also rushed to you for assistance. And as it goes, the small talk between your parents had led you to hanging out with Jaemin the entire of the next day, to get familiar with the neighbourhood and the neighbourhood kids.

It was through Jaemin, you made more friends. And it was through him, you found the simple joys in the neighbourhood much better. Maybe Jaemin isn’t exaggerating when he says he was your saviour. Most of your memories are tied to spending the vacations in each other’s house or the treehouse, and spending schooldays finding silly activities to pass time with. And of course, he loved and still loves to climb in through your window, pretending to be Romeo or something silly of the sort. And, well, he keeps getting cheesier by the day but you suppose can tolerate that.

When you were seven, Jaemin had given you a pink and yellow elephant toy (Jaemin said her name was Ellie) that he had worked really hard on for Christmas. You still need it to sleep peacefully and it’s a must before exams (Jaemin says it has magical powers to reduce stress) or when he used to sleep over. He doesn’t sleep over anymore, though, having outgrown your bed, which now only fits you and Ellie. That doesn’t stop him from scrambling in through your window in the middle of the night just to talk or watch movies or play board games. His open mouth smile full of joy when you present him with his favourite snacks, hasn’t changed much through the years, and you’re glad you’re friends with him when he gives you warm hugs at 3am, talking with you about anything and everything.

Of course, the Jaemin now is pretty changed, if looked from the outside. He used to be on the shorter side in middle school, but going through a sudden growth spurt made him way taller than you are, much to your exasperation (which mainly stems from you not being able to smack his head as easily as before). He had gained weight, and in the right proportions too. To put it in the words of your mother, Jaemin had grown up to be a handsome young man. You had scrunched your nose at how weird it sounded, but you know that’s the simplest way to put it. And finally, he had also gained the attention of the girls at school, probably deemed the first love of many. Yet, Jaemin was still Jaemin at heart. He still loved bear hugs, squishing cheeks and showering affection, he was still the absolute kindest, and he was still the boy who refers to himself as your hero. And you still wave it off when he says it, not able to contain your laughter.

When you see the first snow of the year in the evening, you know for certain Jaemin will probably sneak in through your window at night, after his basketball practice. You also know he’ll probably talk all about his new classes and how he looks forwards to college and life. His voice always lulls you to sleep, with how absolutely radiant and at peace he sounds—of course, he complains about you falling asleep in the middle, pouting in response, but pinches your cheeks and lets you, anyway. It’s refreshing to look at life through his eyes, and sometimes you find yourself lost in his world when you aren’t busy pretending to sleep.

Jaemin enters your room at 10pm sharp with what seems to be a letter between his teeth.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin beams as he takes a place beside you on your bed.

You smile back at him, noticing the letter, and teasingly ask, “Whose heart did you break today, Mr Highschool Heartthrob?”

Jaemin laughs nervously and proceeds to stick his tongue out but before you can question him, he says “Did you prepare your list?”

Ah, yes. Your annual list-making for the stuff you want for Christmas. You make the list on the day of the first snow and read it to each other the very same night. The more stuff you cross on that list, the more points you get. In the end, the one who got the most gifts from their own list wins. Jaemin happened to be last year’s winner and you’re hoping to outwit him and win this time.

“Are you gonna write sweaters and socks in your list again, because that’s totally unfair,” you complain, “Because literally every aunt in your family gifts you sweaters and socks.”

“Nope,” Jaemin beams. “I have only one thing in my list this year.”

“What, really?”

“Yup.”

“Please tell me it’s lip balm.”

“Oh crap, I forgot.”

“Oh my god, it’s not coffee, is it?”

“No,” Jaemin squints at you. “My coffee addiction isn’t that bad.”

You’re about to retort when you see Jaemin absentmindedly play with Ellie, the corners of his lips curled, and you feel soft again. Sometimes, you’re aggravated at how easily your mood changes because of him. Other times, you’re too distracted to complain. Jaemin looks at you with a certain shine in his eyes and turns over to lay his head on your lap, while keeping Ellie on his stomach. Jaemin loves it when you play with his hair, and it’s at times like these you wonder about the thinning line between friendship and a relationship, between you and Jaemin. You don’t know if you’re actually in love with Jaemin, or prefer him as your best friend. You’re not sure if you’re in love with him because he’s your best friend. He animatedly tells you about your day as usual, but you’re also more out of focus than usual. You’re lost in your own thoughts of the future, what you feel for Jaemin and how uncertain everything is, slowly feeling the burning anxiety rise in your chest.

Of course, Jaemin can sense when you get upset or are about to get upset, for he looks up at you and asks, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing much,” you lie in vain, knowing you’re going to have to tell him anyway.

Jaemin sits up and gives you the look, which means ‘hey, spill the beans now or suffer through my tickle attacks.’ You’re gonna have to come up with an escape plan fast.

When you don’t respond, Jaemin sighs dramatically, saying, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

Before you can escape, Jaemin wraps his legs around your waist and proceeds with the threatened tickle attacks. And you’re laughing along with Jaemin just like the old days, when you used to just lay on top of each other and play games around the neighbourhood, without the fear of unknown feelings messing with your mind.

“Say it!” Jaemin asserts.

“Ha—okay okay! Ahaha—stop! I’ll tell you.”

You take a few moments to breathe and compose yourself. Jaemin looks at you expectantly, while you collect your words.

“Well, uh. Don’t you think it’s weird that we’re almost over with high school and, um, have literally zero dating experience.”

Jaemin has a quizzical expression when you explain further, “I mean, especially you. You have girls and dudes dying at your feet every other day. You can’t not be into any of them.”

Jaemin doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then he bursts out laughing.

You feel the red spread across your face as you let embarrassment get the best of you. Right, of course, it was a stupid thing. Why did you ever even tell him? You just—

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Well, uh, that and college and our future and stuff. Ya know, the usual.”

Jaemin laughs some more before pulling you into a bear hug, the warm material of his hoodie tickling your cheek. “You don’t have to be so worried about me,” Jaemin says, gently rubbing circles on your upper back, and for a moment, you feel incredibly selfish for being caught up in your own feelings instead of paying attention to him. To the boy who always loved without asking for love back.

You turn around, his arms wrapped still around you, almost falling asleep against his chest. His little habits of showing affection always comforted you—you aren’t sure how he even picked them up, almost like he was meant to be your cosy place, your one comfort spot.

“Wanna read out your list?” Jaemin asks, his chin resting on your head. You look up at him, remembering the list with an ‘oh’.

You nod slowly before picking up the paper on your desk near the bed.

“I got only two things this time. Uh, number two is lip balm for you because I knew you’d forget,” you begin. “Guess what number one is.”

“Graduating?”

“HEy! What’s that supposed to mean? My grades are better than yours.”

Jaemin grins, “What is it then?”

“Us in the same college.”

Jaemin is quiet for a while before breaking into a wide smile. “Of course we’ll be in the same college,” he says and pinches your cheek.

“What’s yours?” you ask, looking up at him.

Jaemin takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, don’t freak out.”

“It’s not a Komodo dragon, is it?”

“Well it looks like one,” he says before taking out the paper he brought, and displays it to you. It had only one word written on it, ‘You’. Cheesy.

You feel offended at first, with him comparing you to a Komodo dragon. But immediately, what you feel is your heart pump blood quicker and a blush creep up all the way to your ears. Surely, he was kidding around, being the cheeseball he is.

“That’s. Just. so cheesy,” you whine, meeting his bicep with a punch, “Stop messing around.”

“I’m not,” Jaemin’s voice is gentle and quiet. He gets closer till you’re eye level with him, an unsure smile plastered on his face.

You’re the one who meets your lips with his. The kiss is soft, just like him but it doesn’t last long. When you pull away, he detests the loss of contact, moving his face towards yours. When you see him, you find him completely red in the face and ears, embarrassed at his own reaction.

Jaemin smiles again, his nose still pink, before kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you, squishing his face against yours with his usual smile. You talk some more, trying to predict how the last few days of high school will go, if Renjun will actually set the school on fire or if Chenle will finally permanently damage Donghyuck’s eardrums, or if Jisung will miss them at all (you said Jisung probably wouldn’t miss Jaemin to which he started pouting). At some point, you’re both too sleepy to talk any more, but you do hear him murmur softly against your forehead. You’re certainly not letting him climb down the window in this state, and gladly he doesn’t seem to be willing to leave either. In the end, you just end up a crumpled mess, limbs bent at odd angles, somehow managing to fall asleep.

It starts snowing just before dawn again.

When your mother finds the two of you pressed against each other on top of your bed, with poor Ellie squished in the middle, she shakes her head. She knew you would eventually come to realize that you both are head over heels in love for each other. It was motherly instinct, after all, to understand the feelings of her own child.

She closes the door, going back out, to let you sleep in. It’s tradition to sleep in on the first day of snow. You and Jaemin get even closer, if possible, finding the warmth in each other incredibly sweet.

#nct scenarios #jaemin scenarios #na jaemin scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct writings #nct imagines #jaemin imagine #na jaemin #nct reactions #nct aus #nct fanfic #nct x you #nct x reader #jaemin fanfic #hello it is i bringing fluff just 4 u #moonwrites #high school!au

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wilde-ly-oddity · 5 years

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How did Spencer react to Waverly telling him that her father was the one who was pregnant with her, not her mother? What age did he find out at? And how curious did he get after knowing?

A very good question, Beatz! They were both 13 when Waverly told him:

“I’m Gonna Give All My Secrets Away”

read the full story of how she told him below the cut:

I’m Gonna Give All My Secrets Away

The Roller Jungle was by far the most popular hangout for middle schoolers in this part of Zootopia to skate, chill, listen to hit music, and maybe witness a fight outside. But that’s not where our characters were. Waverly and Spencer were instead at the second most popular hangout for middle schoolers in their part of Zootopia and that was Z-Smoothies.

Z-Smoothies was more their speed. Calmer, hip, and no birthday parties with kits running all over the place. The smoothie joint had more culture than the roller rink and Waverly’s parents were less likely to show up and arrest someone there.

Spencer, the bat-eared fox, had just finished his candy from the snack bar and Waverly, the fox/rabbit hybrid, was enjoying a small smoothie.

It was a moment of silence after their previous conversation had ended. Waverly gazed out to nowhere in particular and blinked a couple times. Her tail swayed steadily like a metronome as the chit chat of other patrons phased out and she was left tuned into her own internal contemplation. She licked a drop of the beverage from her lip and twisted the straw around…. she took a deep breath. Her glimpse turned to Spencer and she eyed him cautiously. At the same time Spencer glanced back at her and the two friends sent each other a smile.

Waverly put on a casual demeanor, “Hey Spencer, what’s your biggest secret?”

“My… biggest… ..secret…?”

Waverly almost wanted to take back her question when she saw how uncomfortable Spencer was getting. She noticed how he closed into himself a bit, how his entire body stiffened, and how the only sign of life he seemed to have left was the sunset glow in his eyes. Mesmerized on hers.

Spencer curled his tail around his legs. For the record, he was NOT about to confess his love for Waverly which just so happened to be his biggest secret, but he couldn’t find it in himself to come up with some other deep secret to tell her instead. Her eyes were too… glimmering. Her smile….

“That bad, huh?”

“… N-no, not bad… just..”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it.”

Spencer dropped the tension from his shoulders and looked down, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just kinda wanted to break the ice,” Waverly put her drink aside, “so… you and I have known each other for over a year now,”

Spencer nodded.

“I want to tell you my biggest secret. I trust you.”

Spencer smiled and leaned closer to Waverly, honing in on the seriousness of the matter, “I won’t tell anybody.”

“And you won’t freak out, right.”

“We’re.. kinda in public… but I wouldn’t freak out anyway. I can keep a secret.”

“Okay… you know I’m a hybrid,”

“Mhm,”

Waverly lowered her voice, “Do you know where hybrids come from?”

He shrugged, “I can’t say for sure.”

“I’m going to tell you how I came to be. It’s a really significant part of my life, but it’s also kind of something only my family knows. I want you to know it because you’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend, too. I’m ready to listen whenever.”

“And afterwards you won’t see me less than you do now?”

“I like you for who you are now. I don’t think anything from your past could change that. Honestly, I’d really like to learn more about what your childhood was like, and I never really asked you about hybrid stuff, so anything you want to tell me can help me understand you better than I do already.”

A pleasant, beaming smile grew on Waverly’s muzzle, “You’re the best, Spencer.”

He blushed.

“Okay… I guess… it begins with my parents’ wish, back in 2018. They took this chance and wished to have a kit of their own.”

“So you came from their wish?”

“Yes, but it’s, it gets more complicated than that ..um.. so they didn’t know if the wish worked or not. Sometime afterwards, my mom was called in to respond to a hostage crisis - some scientist was holding up predators in a laboratory on the far side of Zootopia,”

“Outback?”

“Mm m, Happytown. My dad couldn’t join her because he’d gotten sick and couldn’t go to work.”

“So… she had to go in alone? Help with backing up a really dangerous situation, and they couldn’t even do it together?”

“Yeah, my dad had to go to his doctor’s appointment without her too.”

“That had to be scary for them, not being able to be with each other.”

“That’s the kind of life we live in.”

Oh. Right. It’s probably still that way sometimes, isn’t it? And Waverly can’t ever be there when her parents take on dangerous cases. Like how Spencer can’t ever be there with his dad.

Spencer put his hand on Waverly’s arm, “I get that… so how’d it go?”

“Eventually, the scientist wanted my parents to enter the building and lead the hostages out before he negotiated further. He didn’t know my dad wasn’t there. His plan was when he saw them enter a testing room, my dad would be infected with the substance of a toxic flower and go after my mom, then the rest of the predators would be infected and released. It would’ve been a massive chaotic stunt. Only my dad wasn’t there. Before he could poison all the predators, the scientist was apprehended and everyone got out alive, and the chief let my mom go home early.”

“Gosh, that was intense.”

“If my dad were there, it would have been worse. Him being sick seemed to work out.”

“And he recovered okay? It was just a common cold with lucky timing?”

“It’s.. not that simple.. he didn’t have a cold, he felt sick in his stomach.”

“Oh,”

“When my mom came home, dad had already been back from his appointment. He’d also seen the news and heard about the hostage crisis. They were both pretty worked up that day so after calming down a bit, she told him some more about what happened and how much different everything could have been.”

“It’s good they finally had each other again, and they still have each other now… but, I’m a little confused, what does this story have to do with you?”

“The thing is, had the wish made my mom pregnant with me-”

“-the ZPD wouldn’t have let her on the hostage scene, and she wouldn’t have apprehended the criminal?”

“Yep.”

“So that’s why their wish wasn’t granted?”

Waverly finished her smoothie with one last sip and set the cup down, “I didn’t say that.”

Spencer tilted his head and blinked curiously. Waverly continued with her story, “So my mom asked how my dad’s appointment went …and…”

“Yeah?”

Waverly took a deep breath, “it was kinda difficult for him to say, but, my mom says he hugged her, really hard, telling her the wish worked. And she asked what did he mean?” -sigh- “get this, my dad was pregnant with me… that’s why he felt sick, that’s why he couldn’t go to work, that’s where I came from,” Waverly propped her head on her hand, staring at her other hand tracing circles on the tabletop.

She peeked a glance at Spencer, “what do you think of that?”

Spencer’s gaze dropped to the table too, his eyebrows furrowing just a bit. He opened his mouth to say something then bit his lip. After a second he tried again, “That’s… so.. special,”

Waverly’s eyes perked up and she blinked.

“I knew you and your dad were close, but, that kind of bond is so much more.. remarkable. Kinda makes me jealous, I wish me and my dad were half that close. I mean, we are, we’re.. great… anyway… I think that’s sweet.”

“But it’s weird?”

“I know wishes work in mysterious ways. It doesn’t matter how your parents had you, I’m just happy they were able to have you.”

Waverly smiled, her cheeks faintly tinting pink through her gray fur.

"You’re dad’s okay with you telling me this? It seems a lot like his business.”

“I asked and he said it was okay for me to tell you. Lotus too… wow, they made me do the hard work here.”

“Ahaha, all right. Hey Waverly?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for telling me. I know it meant a lot to you.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

Spencer smiled back to her, then a thought came to mind, he reached under his scarf and revealed tags hanging around his neck on a chain - the kind mammals in the military wear.

“These were extras that my dad had and he gave them to me,” Waverly noted Logan D. Vampine’s id info engraved into the tags, “I don’t ever take them off but no one ever really notices them of course… I miss my dad so much and these mean a lot to me. I just… since we’re sharing secrets here I figured I’d show you.”

Waverly noticed how Spencer’s voice choked when he talked about his dad. She knew he was supposed to come home again near the end of the school year, but waiting was the worst. She understood.

“I like how you keep him close to you all the time, I can tell you love him a lot.”

“Mhm.” Spencer nodded and put away the tags.

“What do you say we head home now? I don’t want the owner to come back and make us buy some hipster food off a stick again.”

Spencer snickered, his mood lifting again, “Hold on, your home or my home?”

“Oh… mine I guess. And you can ask me more ‘hybrid questions’ when we get there, if you’re curious.”

“Okay,” Spencer and Waverly hopped out of their chairs at the same time, “just let me hit the snack bar right quick.”

Waverly threw away her empty cup and waited for Spencer to catch up with her at the door. When he did, he handed her a yogurt that he bought.

“Wha-?”

“Surprise! Now let’s go home.”

#zootopia #Waverly Wilde #Spencer Vampine #my ocs #writings #scene

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strawberryeuphie · 5 years

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i was tagged by @buttercupagere and didnt realize until now! 😳😨 well, better late than never!

🌸💗🌱 age regression asks 🌱💗🌸

1. Do you have a caregiver?

yes! my boyfriend ~

2. What is your regression age?

4-6 i would say, but i tend to be 6 more often!

3. How many stuffies do you have?

way too many to count..... on my bed alone theres at least 15, in my room at least 25, and waaaayyyy more in storage. over 300 for sure... >~< lots of them are from when i was young though!

4. What’s your favorite Disney movie to watch when regressed?

tangled! ♡

5. Do you like to listen to music when regressed? If so, what song(s)?

sometimes ~ nothing in particular, just video game and cartoon osts or upbeat girl group kpop songs, or learning kindergarten songs!

6. Who’s your favorite Disney princess?

oooh... belle and cinderella, i can’t choose!

7. What’s your favorite TV show to watch when regressed?

sofia the first, caillou, sesame street, rugrats, bubble guppies, my little pony, reading rainbow, mickey mouse clubhouse, gravity falls, spongebob squarepants, angelina ballerina, the goodnight show with nina and star, and the loud house!

8. Do you like reading stories/oneshots about age regression? If so, what is your favorite one?

hmm... not that i know of! it’s been a long time since i read anything (namely fanfiction) involving age regression.

9. What outfit(s) do you like to wear when regressed?

dresses! i like long ones, short ones, colorful ones, poofy ones, monochrome ones, collared ones, nature-y ones, princess-y ones, overall dresses, and more! i wear dresses and nighties 97% of the time when i regress ~

10. Would you rather spend a day at the playground or at the fair?

playground, for sure! i love things that aren’t costly and aren’t too crowded or loud or with lots of fast rides or tall rides... hehe ^_^,

11. Do you have any age regression gear? If so, what is it?

sippy cups, loads of pacifiers, two plate + bowl + flatware sets, pull-ups and goodnites, books, some kids clothes that fit me, a onesie from amazon, a teether, some rattely toys, books, dollies, plushies, kids snacks, kids sunscreen, baby wipes, baby soap, bath toys, a canopy, bed pad, siderails.... uhhh... i think that sums it up?

12. What’s your favorite candy?

flavored gummy candies (any kind without gluten) and plain chocolate (any flavor)!

13. Do you like bubble baths?

yes! very very veryyyy relaxing ~

14. Would you rather eat a PB & J or mac & cheese?

PB&J for sure! i get gluten free ones all the time ~

15. Do you watch age regression YouTubers? If so, who?

i havent been watching any recently! anybody want me to check theirs out or start my own...?

16. Would you rather adopt a duckling or a chick?

a chick! 🐣🐥 peep peep peep! they are like little puffy popcorns bouncing around with tiny feeties and they are bright yellow and fuzzy and sleepy and i love thems!

17. Do you like using pacifiers when regressed? If you don’t have any, would you be willing to try?

i use them! i have dermatillomania so pacifiers help me from biting my skin or picking it, because i have something else to kinda focus on if that makes sense...?

18. Disney, Dreamworks, or neither?

both ~!! why choose?

19. Does anyone IRL know you’re an age regressor?

yes!

20. What would your dream age regression playroom look like?

hmmmm... lots of windows for sunny days, painted lavender, butterfly decorations, disney princess pottery barn kids bedding on a white wooden daybed with side rails for napping, a plastic table for tea parties and arts n crafts, fluffy pink and butterfly rugs on white carpets so my knees dont hurt when i play, a plastic princess toy chest that you can also sit on, my canopy corner with big beanie bags where i can read all my books that are on shelves, an essential oils diffuser for relaxing scents, bunk beds for my american girl dollies, barbie dreamhouse for my barbies, fairy lights all over, princess dress up closet and vanity, foam mat and jumbo playmat and maybe even a playpen for really stressful days so i can have my own lil space and make it cozy!

21. How did you find out about age regression?

i’ve always doen it without realizing and didnt really get why everyone else around me was “growing up” so fast. i played pretend and played with toys and only watched cartoons until 14 years old. once i was on tumblr a few years later i saw “d//d//l//g” in someones blog description and wondered what it was, i looked it up and saw a lifestyle similar to mine visually but also really different, so i secretly would check the tag from time to time and be really happy but also feel i didnt quite belong... then of course, discourse emerged and morality issues started occurring and i found cglre and age regression and felt much better about making my little blog and sharing my joy of childhood and regressing and bettering my mental health with others!

22. Describe your perfect age regression playdate.

playground time on a sunny day, going to the disney store/a toy store and then getting ice cream or another snack we can eat, playing in playroom together...! also a sleepover. cuz bubblebath and pajamas time and warm milkies and the goodnight show together and pillow forts... waaah!

23. Would you rather play with stuffies or dolls?

aaaah! both! stop with hard questions waahhhhh

24. Do you like reading books when regressed? If so, which one(s)?

oh gosh i love to read! i have old books for my childhood that my parents saved, and i still read them now. my favorites right now are kevin henkes’ mouse books, the jumbo disney books with multiple stories in them, and little golden books, but theres also some other random ones i cant remember right away ahaha!

25. Bottles, sippy cups, or neither?

sippies for me ~ but i like the stage 2 (?) nuk bottles!

26. Do you like chocolate milk?

YES ~ chocolate almond breeze is... so yummy

27. Describe your dream stuffie. (Color, animal, size, texture, etc.)

puffy, big, soft but not too fluffy, a kitty cat, any color... oh i already have hims! hehehehe

28. Onesies or overalls?

ummm... onesies!

29. If you could have any mythical creature be your best friend, what would you choose?

do mermaids count? mermaids! i cant swim well so my mermaid friend could help me learn ~

30. My Little Pony or Paw Patrol?

my little pony ♡

#euphie babbles

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the-strikingzebra · 6 years

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Effie x Male Corrin support rewrite

This was commissioned by @crispytp who wanted a rewrite of Corrin and Effie’s support chain! The support chain is under the read more.

C Support

BOOM!!!

Corrin: “Huh? What was that loud noise? It sounded almost like an explosion.”

Effie: “HIYA!!! NNGRAAH!”

Corrin: “Effie? Is that you that’s making all the ruckus? What are you even doing?”

Effie: “Huh? Oh hey Corrin. I’m just doing my daily exercises.”

Corrin: “By, destroy boulders? With your bare hands?”

Effie: “Yep. I have to be as strong as possible.”

Corrin: “I’m impressed! Destroying boulders like that is certainly no easy feat. Out of everyone, I think you may be the strongest person in this army. Maybe even stronger than Xander.”

Effie: “Heh thank you Corrin. I’m making it my goal to be as strong as possible to protect Lady Elise. After everything she’s done for me, it’s the best way for me to pay her back.”

Corrin: “Pay her back? Pray tell, what did she do to earn your devotion?”

Effie: “Well I grew up in extreme poverty. My parents were gravely sick, and I had to make a living selling flowers that I used to find on the field. It didn’t do much, but every little bit helped. One day, while looking for flowers, I encountered Lady Elise, who was picking flowers as well, however at the time I had no idea it was her. She struck up a conversation with me and the two of us became close friends. We would often run around the streets, playing tag and having fun as children do. One day however, some Nohrian guards started to harass us. I pushed one of them away, telling them to leave us alone. This only angered them, as they drew their weapons on us. Lady Elise was forced to reveal herself and demanded the guards to leave me alone. After that day, I never saw Lady Elise again. So, I decided that I would join the royal guard, just so I can get to be with her again. And now, I’m her retainer.”

Corrin: “Wow Effie, I had no idea that you lived in poverty, but Elise must have made your childhood much better, right?”

Effie: “She did. She’s the beacon of light in this dark country.”

Corrin: “I agree. Whenever Elise would visit me while I was growing up, I was always so excited to see her, knowing that my day was going to be filled with fun and games! She, as well as the rest of my siblings, helped me forget my dark and lonely day. She was the bright light of my dark childhood. I want to protect her the best I can.”

Effie: “Then let us protect Lady Elise together. We’ll make sure that no harm befalls her.”

Corrin: “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Effie and Corrin have achieved C Support.

B Support

Corrin: “Hey Effie!

Effie: *Munch Munch*

Corrin: “Umm good job on that last battle!”

Effie: “Mmph?” *gulp* “Oh hey Corrin, you’re just in time for my post workout snack!”

Corrin: “T-that’s a snack?! That’s a whole meal for twelve people!”

Effie: “Well I gotta get all my energy back somehow. My muscles can’t grow without an empty stomach.”

Corrin: “Well… I suppose that’s true… Anyways as I was saying, good job on the last battle!”

Effie: “Thanks, you did quite well yourself.”

Corrin: “Yeah, I’m still in shock at how well you took that huge blow meant for me. That strike would have cleaved me in half, yet you shrugged it off like it was nothing but a mere pebble!”

Effie: “Oh that was nothing, I’ve tanked bigger blows.”

Corrin: “Whoa really? That’s impressive in of itself, but the way you sent the enemy flying with one hit, I’m still speechless about that. It was certainly a sight to behold.”

Effie: “Thanks Corrin, but you were pretty good yourself. Your fast-paced movements allowed you to protect Lady Elise from an incoming attack, and then me from a spell caster. It was like I was seeing you in two places at once.”

Corrin: “Haha why thank you Effie. Xander made it his focus for me to be as fast as possible, so that I can one day best him.”

Effie: “That sounds awesome! Being able to learn under the high prince of Nohr must give you great benefits.”

Corrin: “It does, especially when he’s your brother.”

Effie: “Hey I was wondering; do you think you can help me improve in the speed department? I want to be able to move fast enough so that I can protect Lady Elise from everything, no matter how far I am from her in the field of battle.”

Corrin: “Hmmm, I don’t see why not, as long as you promise to help me in my strength training. I want to be strong enough, so I can be able to take down the enemies that threaten my friends and family.”

Effie: “I can definitely help you with that. I can’t wait to get started. Are you ready to learn now actually?”

Corrin: “I’m always ready to learn!”

Effie: “Great, now…”

Corrin: “E-Effie?! W-why are you reaching into your armor?!”

Effie: “To get you something you need for training. Here we are, put these rocks in your armor and run ten laps around the camp. Then continue wearing them for the rest of training.”

Corrin: “R-rocks?! How will these help?”

Effie: “They’ll help you build your strength, now get to it and run!”

Corrin: “Y-yes ma’am!”

Corrin and Effie have achieved B Support.

A-Support.

Effie: Corrin. I need to talk to you.

Corrin: Ah of course Effie! What is it?

Effie: What the hell were you doing in that last battle?!

Corrin: Gah! W-what do you mean? A-and why are you yelling?

Effie: You took a hit that was meant for me. I would have been perfectly fine and continued the fight without a care in the world. I was really worried that you would have gotten seriously hurt or even worse.

Corrin: Oh that…

Effie: You didn’t need to do that Corrin, I’m just… glad that you’re ok.

Corrin: It’s no thanks to your strength training Effie. While it is a tad insane, I actually felt great improvement in my strength and resilience! I barely felt a thing from that attack.

Effie: Huh, well I guess that’s fair.

Corrin: Mhm, though you did leave Elise unprotected to cut off the enemy that was rushing at me.

Effie: Wait, you saw that?! That was in a moment’s notice, not even Lady Elise noticed that I was gone!

Corrin: Well you tend to notice these things if you’re a strategist. But you moved so fast that you completely blindsided the enemy. They never knew what was coming.

Effie: Well it’s thanks to your dexterity training that I was able to move so fast. I was able to take down the foe rushing you and return to Lady Elise’s side in what felt like mere seconds.

Corrin: Pfft ahahaha!

Effie: Eh? What’s so funny?

Corrin: Ahaha, I’m sorry, it’s nothing. It’s just that we both have grown a lot since we started doing each other’s training, and here we are, showing concern to each other for the others improvements to their strength.

Effie: Ahaha, I suppose you’re right. We have greatly improved upon our weak spots. I feel that we’re able to accomplish more on the battlefield and not just carry the burden of our jobs on ourselves anymore.

Corrin: Yeah, we have each other now to watch the other’s back, as well as Elise. With us together, I’m certain that no harm shall ever befall to Elise.

Effie: You got that right. Elise will be able to sleep comfortably at night knowing that she will be protected from any and all harm.

Corrin: Well, I’m pretty sure that Elise sleeps comfortably already, but I see your point. Let us continue to train together and build our strength to protect Elise.

Effie: You got yourself a deal pal.

Effie and Corrin have reached A-Support.

S-Support

Effie: Corrin, may I talk to you for a moment?

Corrin: Of course! Is everything alright?

Effie: Well as you know, I’m Lady Elise’s retainer, so my main focus should be to protect her on the battlefield.

Corrin: If you’re worried that you’re not doing a good job about that, then there’s no need to worry. You’re doing an amazing job!

Effie: Thank you Corrin, but that’s not what I was going to say. Lately, my thoughts have been about you and wanting to protect you Corrin.

Corrin: Effie?

Effie: I’m worried about you when you’re on the battlefield, and I want to protect you. During training, I want to become stronger for you so I can continue to protect you as well as Lady Elise.

Corrin: Oh Effie…

Effie: Now I’m worried because of this, I can’t protect Lady Elise to the best of my abilities. I’m unfit to be her retainer now…

Corrin: Effie, there’s no need to think like that. You’re an excellent retainer for Elise. You can protect both me and Elise at the same time with this simple solution that I came up with.

Effie: Oh? Well let’s hear it.

Corrin: Will you marry me Effie?

Effie: W-what?!

Corrin: After training with you, I’ve found myself wanting to be able to protect you too, I want to fight alongside you. Only then did I realize my true feelings for you Effie. I love you, with all my heart.

Effie: Corrin… I love you too, but we can’t do be together. I’m a commoner busy protecting Lady Elise and you’re a Nohrian Prince, you have a bunch of royal duties that you have to attend to.

Corrin: The “royal duties” that I do have I have Leo do, after all he loves all that political stuff. Plus, if we’re to get married, you and Elise would be sisters-in-laws, allowing you two to spend more time together.

Effie: Well… that does sound nice, but first I want you to hug me with all your strength while I do the same.

Corrin: Of course Effie, though may I ask why?

Effie: I swore to myself that I would wed a man who could match my strength ever since I started training. Plus I want to see the fruits of your training.

Corrin: Oh… well, I can certainly try my best.

Effie: Alright, on a count of three, we will give each other the tightest bear hug imaginable. 1, 2, 3! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Corrin: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Effie: Whew… I’m surprised you actually survived that hug, I even felt a bit of discomfort from the hug too. You certainly are strong.

Corrin: Thanks Effie… *pant pant* but I’m no where as near as strong as you are… Your strength is one of the things I admire most about you as well as how you’re not afraid to speak your mind.

Effie: Thank you Corrin, it means a lot to me to hear you say that even though it is true that I am stronger than you. I love your huge heart though. How you want to protect Lady Elise, your siblings, and all your friends, no matter the cost. It’s what I love the most about you.

Corrin: Thank you Effie, I’m blessed to have you as my wife.

Effie: As am I to have you as my husband.

Effie and Corrin reached S-Support.

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