#norrisworks

[fubu18writes]

❧the forbidden tale of a prince and a mermaid are only told in the dark, moonlit waters

♢regular tags: prince!kurokawa izana, mermaid princess!reader, fem!reader, royalty au ♢mature tags: exhibitionism (y'all fuck in a beach), unprotected sex (be responsible!), reader is called "princess", izana is called "master", nipple play, fingering, pussy worship, orgasm denial handjob, cowgirl position (you kinda ride him so...) ♢all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: this mostly inspired from an asmr so this isn't really mythology accurate... and yes, this is my first time writing for izana...

A misty night hangs low over the harbor, clouding even the stars from the sky. The ships creak and moan, bobbing slowly in the calm water. It is nearly the midnight hour, and no one could be seen outside.

Except for one, lone prince. Holding up a lantern.

This was Kurokawa Izana's only time to be free of any sort of responsibility. Izana is the youngest prince, and ever since his parents and older brother died, he became heir to the thrown at fourteen.

He was eighteen now. A suitable age to find a bride. But he had no interest in finding anyone as of now. He had to enjoy a little bit of his freedom somehow.

He walks down to the end of the dock, setting his lamp down on one of the posts, easing himself down to sit over the edge. He takes a deep breath. "It's darker than usual," He says to himself. "I'm surprised no one wanted to stay for the night shift... I would enjoy the privacy if I was part of the sailors..."

There was a moment of silence before Izana starts to hear something over in the distance. Someone was humming a tune, and it echoed throughout the harbor. It was an alluring voice, but Izana kept up his guard, sheathing his rapier as he stood up.

There was a few seconds before a woman's head pops out of the water. "What on..." His eyebrows furrow before he puts his rapier on the ground, holding the lantern just to see her more clearly. "Are you alright?" Izana asks as he kneels down on the dock. "You shouldn't be swimming in the midnight hour, something might happen." He reprimanded as he extends his out to you. "Take my hand, come on."

The woman just swims closer, and that's when Izana could make out the faint, iridescent-colored scales in the water. And to top it all off, there was a fin.

A mermaid's fin.

Izana's hand recoils suddenly, his face showing complete shock. This couldn't be real, right? There was no way that a mermaid was there in front of him, right? But there was living proof: You.

"Hmm?" You suddenly say, making Izana widen his eyes more. "I thought you wanted to help me up." You say, tilting your head a little to the side. Izana blinked. Your voice... was alluring, in a way. And you were just talking. He visibly flinches when he sees that you were the one extending your hand to him.

You raise an eyebrow. Maybe you weren't addressing him correctly? You had been peeking up to the surface every now and then, and oftentimes you would hear the other women (and occasionally men) call their partners "master" or anything similar to that. "Master?" You say afterwards and that's when something in Izana snaps a little.

"...you won't lure me to my death or something?" Izana then asks suspsciously.

"You believe in those tales?" You ask and let out a chuckle. "I believe you're referring to a different type of mermaid."

Izana kneels back down, a bit amused. He extends his hand to hold yours, and his skin roams around your own. Your skin was soft, which was surprising. You prop your tail out of the water again, allowing his other hand to look and feel at your iridescent scales. "...what is your name?" He asks after a while, his purple eyes meeting your own.

"y/n". You answer.

"y/n," Izana repeats. As if he was practicing how the name rolls off his tongue. "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful creature... I would say woman but I can't really..."

"Oh, I don't have to be a creature of the water." You say with a smile. Though, Izana couldn't see that your smile was that of... seduction.

Izana raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Why don't you pull me up to find out?" You say with a soft laugh. Izana ponders for a moment, before managing a nod as he helps you up onto the dock.

As you sit there, Izana could see a small light emitting from your tail, and it begins to split. Scales smoothing out into soft skin. In a moment, you sit across from Izana, water glistening from your soft, human legs.

"Oh my god." Izana looks at you, shock returning to his face. He snaps back to reality when he decides to take off his jacket. "Hold on, you should put this on." He says, about to place it on your shoulders but you stop him. "I won't need it, master." You say with a seductive undertone. There was that snapping feeling again.

"What do you mean by this?" He asks again. But your response was to lean forward to catch his lips under your silky soft ones, kissing him gently. This action catches him by surprise, but slowly, he sinks into the kiss. You start to untie his dress shirt and that's when Izana pulls away, panting heavily. "This is... do you want this?" He asks, his eyes looking at you intently. You could only stare back, your hands still on his shirt as you whisper, "I do, master." And you didn't hide the seduction in your voice. "I may not know what you are, but I can sense a heat in you." You say to him. "So... allow me to return the same, master."

That was already an approval, so Izana's arms wrap around your waist as he straddles you, kissing you again. You kiss back eagerly as his hands roam around your naked skin, leaving no crevice untouched. You lay your passion deep in the kiss, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. In a way, the both of you were hoping this would happen.

"I can't keep my hands off you," Izana says through the kiss, before pulling away. "Tell me with your voice, princess." His tone was dominating, and you could feel the heat pool in once again. And who were you to deny this? "Touch me, master..." You moan out, and you moan again when one of Izana's hands go in between your legs to caress your thighs and wet clit. His tongue plays around with your nipple and you could only squirm and moan in pleasure.

"Is this what you need as well, princess?" He asks after playing with your nipple and looks up at you with a smirk. He doesn't wait for your answer though as he continues to play with your clit and devour your other nipple.

Izana decides to test the waters, slipping a finger in your pussy and you let out a loud moan. It was a sound that Izana hadn't heard, especially from a woman such as beautiful as you were. He didn't stop, still his tongue sucking on your nipple and his fingers caressing your wetness.

Once he left his marks on your breasts, still giving you a smirk as he decides to thrust his finger in and out of your pussy. "This is exactly what you wanted, wasn't it?" He asks. "My touch on your body, giving your pussy the attention it deserves..." He chuckles as he sees you squirm. "But I won't make it easy for you, princess. You're going to have to earn it."

Just as your legs begin to shake, Izana stops. The tent in his pants becomes more evident as he sees your wet cunt clenching over nothing. "Fuck me like you mean it, princess." He commanded, and who were you to decline an offer?

You untie his pants, pulling them down to see his hard cock, standing erect. Your eyes widen in awe. "Master, your cock..." You whisper, and Izana only chuckles. "Why so surprised? You haven't seen a cock before?" He asks.

"Not like this..." You admitted. Sure, you had seen some... sights, of the humans doing their activities nearby in the caves or on the rocks. And you have seen some of the men's hardened erections. But Izana's? Oh, it was nothing like the others that you've seen.

Izana didn't know if he should be flattered or not, but he'll go for the former rather than the latter. You didn't wait for any response from Izana as you begin to touch his cock. Izana visibly flinches, throwing his head back as he lets out a moan. His control fades away the moment your hands move up and down on his cock. "Oh my... master, it's better than I ever imagined..." You don't hide the fact that you're aching for this, moving your hands faster.

"Oh, fuck-" Izana looks at you now. "That feels good, keep going-" His control visibly fades. Your hands feel like silk on his cock. Your touch feels like a gift from the sea, and he thinks that he can cum just from your hands alone. "Fuck me, please-" He lets out another moan when you squeeze his cock. "I can't take it, please-"

You consider denying him. But that isn't what you came here for.

You move, hovering over him as you slowly slide your pussy onto his cock. Izana inhales a sharp breath, his hands now going to hold your waist. You raise your hips slowly before sinking down back onto his cock, holding onto his shoulders to give yourself leverage. You moan along with him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

"This is nothing like the fantasies I've had," You moan out as you move faster, your breasts bouncing and Izana moves his hand to squeeze your breast. "Let me fuck you, let me feel your heat inside me,"

Izana couldn't take this anymore. He could feel the same heat emitting from her. The way your breasts bounce like that as he squeezes one of them, pinching and twisting your nipples with ease. "Are you gonna cum, princess?" He manages to ask as you only nod eagerly. "Cum inside, master," You beg, your eyes pleading for him to do so. "Please, I want to feel master's seed inside..."

"Then take it all," Izana's voice becomes raspy as he finally digs his nails into your hips. You feel your climax reaching and it does, along with Izana's own. But somehow, you don't stop. You only grind on him and he squeezes both of your breasts now. "If this is a dream, then I won't wake up..."

"Who said that it can only be a dream?" You ask him with a smile. "I can be your real princess, master. Just make it happen."

"Then I'll make it happen, just keep fucking me like you mean it." Izana then cups your cheeks as his lips capture yours, the both of your tongues colliding with one another.

That night, the prince had already binded his body and soul with a mermaid, starting the forbidden romance that can only be told under the misty night...

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[fubukinorris]

❧ "i'd love to see me from your point of view"

♢regular tags: fluff, established relationship, long distance relationship (shinichiro, akane), alcohol (ryusei), gn! reader, reader is nicknamed bituin (shinichiro), babe (ryusei, senju), and sunshine (chifuyu)

ft. chifuyu matsuno, ryusei sato, shinichiro sano, senju kawaragi, inui akane

a/n: this song made me cry. i really, really want someone loving me one day.. probably when i get over my fears and manage to love myself.

(It's like you got superpowers Turn my minutes into hours) -Shinichiro Sano

"And there was this announcement about the races..."

You met Shinichiro about a year ago. You found him dragging two motorcycle engines along the road and you felt inclined to help him. That help had the element of exchanging numbers, a few dates, and a weird confession that ended up with you and him in bed.

Nevertheless, even when Shinichiro had to go back to his homeland, he was always thinking about you. Sure, he had to work a few more hours at the bike shop to pay for international calls, but it was worth it every time.

"Oh! And I won a contest today! You won't believe how I did it!" Your excited voice makes Shinichiro chuckle. "Tell me all about it, bituin. I have time."

"You sure? Isn't it midnight there?" You ask him. "You should be sleeping, Shin. Don't tell me you're gonna stay up all night and work at the bike shop..."

"Well, my work involves the bike shop but I'm not going to stay up all night. Again." Shinichiro scratches the back of his neck as he said that, laughing a little. "Enough about me, bituin. Tell me about that contest."

"Ah, right! So my instructional materials..."

Shinichiro didn't mind that the late hours were fast approaching. He couldn't wait to see you again. After all, he'll be hearing your voice again in a few months. He needed to count his money for a flight to the Philippines.

(You know me better than I do Can't seem to keep nothing from you) -Sato Ryusei

Ryusei didn't mind if you drank a lot. Besides, you only drank whenever you had a problem. Which was... usually every at the end of the month.

It didn't help that it was finals month. You were already on your fourth glass of whiskey, but it was strange to Ryusei. He had been with you long enough to know that you were a loud type of drunk, yet here now, you were as quiet as a mouse.

Something was up.

"Babe." Ryusei lightly taps on your shoulder. "You've been quiet all night. Did something happen?"

You were still quiet, but you only nod. Ryusei didn't really need to ask, so he just holds his arms out. "Come on, I hate seeing you like this."

A sniffle was heard from you, and you wipe your eyes before you bury yourself into his arms. "What made you think something was wrong, Ryu?"

"You're an annoying baby when you're drunk, babe." Ryusei teases with a small chuckle. You look up at him, pouting. "Can't really hide anything from you can't I?" You ask before burying yourself back into your boyfriend's chest.

Ryusei gently strokes your hair. "Mhm. Nothing really, no."

(I'm getting used to receiving Still getting good at not leaving) -Kawaragi Senju

Senju always spoils you. A lot. Even a simple window-shopping date would end up with you carrying at least one bag of something that you liked.

Senju just... liked buying you stuff. You weren't financially struggling, just really, really silent with what you want and you always decline if anyone would offer you to buy something. Even when someone wanted to treat you for food, you would say no.

"Babe." Senju finally puts her hands on your shoulders. "You can't say no to this one."

"But, baby-" You try to start but your girlfriend shakes her head. "No. You can't decline this one. This is something you've been wanting try and eat for months!"

You had a perplexed look on your face. "Listen, baby. I really appreciate the things you do, but I don't deserve them." You hold her hands as you say that, looking down. "I really... really don't."

There was something laced in your tone of voice. Senju knew that tone all too well. She cups your face now, making you look at her. "Babe. You deserve everything. You... you really do." Senju smiles a little. "If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you."

You widen your eyes at that, trying to stop the tears from falling. "Don't cry." Senju wipes your tears away with her thumbs. "Listen, you're valid and you deserve so much. Now come on, lets go and try that dessert you've been eyeing."

(You love my lips 'cause they say the Things we've always been afraid of) -Inui Akane

You and Akane met through a mutual friend. The friend hangouts would turn into friendly dates and those friendly dates would lead to romantic dates.

This was your first relationship with someone. And someone like Akane was... a one of a kind.

It was like the red strings of fate pulled you both together, and ever since then the both of you have been inseparable. All those pictures, dates, hugs, and kisses is what made your relationship with Akane much more meaningful.

"Look, it's snowing." Akane giggles when a snowflake lands on your nose. "I guess winter's coming early."

"Funny, winter reminded me of our first date." You say with a laugh. "I was... a nervous wreck, now that I remember it."

"Tell me about it. You spilled juice all over yourself." Akane had a teasing grin and you only blush at the memory. "I didn't spill! The cup just moved on its own!" You retaliate in defense, making Akane laugh. "Hey, Akane-chan! Stop laughing!"

Akane couldn't stop her fit of laughter and you cup her face with your mittens, making her stare at your red face. Akane's face mimicked yours, obviously surprised. "Uh--Wow, you're on a trip to memory lane, are you?"

You only smile. "Yeah... I remember cupping your face like this..."

"And I put my arms around your neck..." Akane does the action, now smiling.

You both stare at each other before closing the gap. The first kiss is always the most memorable, and while others say that finding that spark was impossible, you and Akane definitely kept the spark going.

(I wanna love me The way that you love me) -Matsuno Chifuyu

Chifuyu was always the aggressive golden retriever in the relationship, and even he seemed to notice too. He was clingy, affectionate, a gentleman; you name it.

But what really came down to it was how passionate he was. You didn't mind that he read shoujo manga. You were an avid reader yourself, and that meant the conversations would be way longer than anyone else that you knew.

"Sunshine!" It was the usual routine once more, with the blond hugging you from behind and you giggling at the affectionate action. It had been... what, only six months? Yeah, six months since the both of you started dating. "Hey, Fuyu." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Ready to go?"

Chifuyu lets go of the hug, still smiling. "Why wouldn't I be ready for this? It's our six month anniversary!" He held your hand as the both of you walked in the crowded streets of Shinjuku. There was a Nana themed coffee shop and Chifuyu wanted to take you.

You were curious now, so you finally plucked up the courage. "Hey, Fuyu?"

"Hmm?"

"How come you're always happy around me?"

Chifuyu looked at you, stunned. "Why wouldn't I be happy around the love of my life?"

"Well..." You cleared your throat. "I dunno. I just have that nagging feeling."

Chifuyu had a blank expression on his face before leaning to kiss your nose. Your face turns bright red at the action, and the blond only smiles sweetly. "I love you too much. Seeing you everyday was a blessing already. And dating you? That was probably the best miracle I could ever ask."

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[fubu18writes]

❧tinted glasses hide the relationship you both have

♢regular tags: f!reader, bonten!inui seishu, reader is kokonoi's secretary and fiance ♢mature tags: infidelity (koko's cheating on you and you're cheating on him), semi-public sex (you're in a parking lot lmao), getting fucked from behind, inui's kind of mean, swearing ♢ all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: I KNOW HOW HTML TEXTS WORK NOW. but anyway, figured that bonten inui hasn't been seen yet and i swear to god, he would be rough lmao. second attempt at writing smut, hopefully i'll do inui justice. i also want to say that i don't support infidelity. if you cheat on your partner, then that's on you and you alone. it's better to communicate and end the relationship rather than... this.

It started off nicely. At first anyway.

You were a bit confused to why arranged marriages were a thing but nonetheless you were happy. Kokonoi Hajime was pretty much Bonten's bank vault but you didn't love him for that. Too bad the mutual feelings weren't accepted as such.

Kokonoi didn't even try to hide the fact that he was cheating on you with someone. It was literally clear as day that he would make excuses just to avoid you outright. You hadn't seen the other woman yet, but when you decided to go through his phone to see who the fuck he was texting with, it was revealed that there were more women than just you.

Being in a relationship with any of the Bonten executives would mean either pleasure or pain. Other former secretaries (now turned pick-up girls) who were in a relationship with any of them would say that they weren't loyal and always had a backup plan if things went south. You ignored their warnings since Kokonoi was objectively nice to you, buying gifts and spending time with you. But boy, you realized that those warnings should've been a mental note rather than being disregarded.

You wanted to cry, but then you realized that this was Bonten, after all. It was bound to reveal itself sooner or later. You couldn't confine in anyone... except for Inui Seishu.

Inui was part of Bonten's executives. A "guard dog" as Kokonoi called him once. His expression definitely matched the nickname. He looked like a wild predator, waiting for its prey to latch onto the trap. But unlike the rest of Bonten, he didn't have anyone to "show off".

Inui was reserved, and even you took a long time in being able to talk to him. But that reservation finally disappeared when you confided to him about Kokonoi's infidelity. It was like a switch flipped in him.

It was revealed to you that Inui was Kokonoi's childhood friend, and that Kokonoi had a crush on his older sister, Akane. But when she died, he went downhill with the money collecting. And since he hadn't been able to move on from Akane, that's where the infidelity begins to start.

"Then do payback." Inui suggested bluntly.

You stare at him. "I'm sorry?"

"An eye for an eye. He cheats on you, you cheat on him." Inui says again, not looking up from his phone. It was like cheating was a topic that was brought up casually, but you weren't going to bring it up.

"I--I mean, I don't think I have the conscience to do that." You admitted. You didn't really, which was ironic since you were engaged to someone who could hurt you with no remorse.

Inui looks at you now, his eyes gleaming under a different light. "Then I'll make you have the conscience to."

(Waking up to the 4am call "Yesterday, when were you and who were you with?" you asked)

And this is where your infidelity starts.

It was around four in the morning when a phone call rudely interrupted your make-out session with Inui. You have to admit, being risky like this... it gave a thrill in you.

"Answer it," You let out a soft gasp when Inui's hand starts holding your thighs. "Answer it and put the speaker on."

You didn't bother in questioning it. You pressed answer, saying in the sweetest voice you could muster despite you disgust towards your fiance---or rather, ex-fiance. "Haji?"

"I'll get straight to the point." Kokonoi's voice was laced venom. "Yesterday. At eleven. When were you and who were you with?"

(Alternating between evasions and excuses Having fun using them)

"Haji, I asked Mikey if I could leave, remember?" You tell him. "You saw me going in and out of the room."

"I know, but I there's a gut feeling." Kokonoi sounded tired, but you couldn't care less at the moment. You bit your lower lip, feeling Inui's hands going in the inside of your pencil skirt. Inui gave you a look that said, "Keep talking".

You let out a sigh this time. "Hajime. I wouldn't do anything to ruin the relationship."

There was a long pause. "...really? You wouldn't do anything to ruin what we have?"

(Things like "You're my only one", I say it so often that I can laugh about it all day long)

"You're my only one, Haji." You say sweetly. "Promise."

Another long pause starts before you hear the line cut. "Finally, let me fuck you in peace." Inui grumbled quietly before swiftly removing your panties. You covered your mouth to stifle a moan as his fingers were playing with your clit. "Wanna hear your moans, pretty. Don't bother in hiding it..."

You only shake your head, and Inui's response was to experimentally slide a finger inside of you. You didn't hold back your moan this time, leaning against hood of his car to keep yourself balance. "Inu--Inui, please--"

"Seishu."

"Seishu, let me cum, please," You were begging at this point, your legs shaking.

"Mhm," Seishu pulls out his fingers and you managed to catch your breath, panting heavily. "Turn around, I'm fucking you like the needy bitch you are."

(I simply enjoy "doing it" With someone, you know?)

Your pencil skirt was on the ground, arms on the hood of his car and your ass in full display. Inui unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down just a little to show his cock. You could see from the dim light that it was big, veiny, and there was precum leaking from the tip. You practically drooled at the sight, clenching onto nothing. "Koko hasn't seen like this, has he?" He slides into you without a warning, earning a porn-worthy moan from you. "When was the last time you've been taken care of properly?"

You only shake your head, covering your mouth again to hide your moans. "Seishu, s-someone could see--Ah!" You hide your face, avoiding eye contact when he moves his hips. "Don't care. If anyone would see, it'll be you fucking on my dick like a whore."

(My bitter and hot spice, I'll give it to you right now)

Only the sounds of squelching and skin slapping were being heard in the somewhat empty parking lot. It was like your vision was starting to blur, the only thing keeping you from falling down to the ground was Inui's cock in your tight and messy cunt.

"Sei--Oh, fuck--Sei!"

Inui could feel that you were reaching your climax as you clench your fists. "Want--Want you inside, Sei, please-" You turn to him with needy tears glossing you eyes, probably from the pleasure he was giving you. It's as if his eyes weren't already clouded in lust in desire.

If Kokonoi wasn't going to give you what you deserve, then Inui certainly will.

(My unforgettably wonderful taste, can you feel it throughout your body?)

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[fubu18writes]

a/n: this is a little brainrot thing because i was listening to an asmr the other day—yes i listen to them hush y’all.

anyway nsfw under the cut!

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you at the gym every now and then to work out.

gym trainer!rindou, who finds out that you’ve been working out so you can forget about your shitty ex who cheated on you for some random bitch on the street.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you struggling to lift some of the kettle bells and he offers to help you.

gym trainer!rindou who gets shocked at seeing you naked in the shower room (he was also taking a shower there too)

gym trainer!rindou, who sees the hunger in you eyes. in which… he also has the same hunger.

“Ah, working out that tongue too, huh?” Rindou lets out a chuckle at seeing you on your knees, your tongue lolled out before fully taking his hard cock in your mouth.

gym trainer!rindou, who grips your hair as you suck on his cock with ease.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees that your eyes are shut closed, feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Wow, you’re taking it better than I thought,” He praises, and that sent something below your wet cunt. “Maybe we can set an arrangement… you’ll be my little gym toy, you like that?”

You could only nod, your free hand rubbing circles onto your clit, as if prepping yourself for Rindou.

gym trainer!rindou, who tells you to get up. you oblige, and he holds you against the wall.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggests on giving you a “deep stretch”, before sliding his cock into your sopping cunt.

gym trainer!rindou, who lets out a moan when you bite down onto his shoulder, your nails digging onto his back.

“You’re such a slutty little gym bunny, aren’t you? Did your shrimp of an ex knows about this side of you?” Rindou asks as he was pounding into you mercilessly.

You could only look at Rindou with lust, as if your thoughts were empty. “W-What—ahh—boyfriend—? Oh god—!” You let out a loud moan, feeling Rindou repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

Rindou smirks. “Good answer.”

gym trainer!rindou, who lets you cum onto his dick before he pulls out of you.

gym trainer!rindou, who commands you to suck on his dick as you fingerfuck yourself, and you oblige.

gym trainer!rindou, who after the “deep stretch”, offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggested another workout in the bedroom. and you agree, leading him in.

Rindou had never experienced this before—hell, why didn’t he ask you out sooner? The sight of your tits bouncing up and down as you ride him like a champ.

“Feels good!” You babble out, letting Rindou squeeze your breasts. “Want your cock so bad, Rindou! Wanna be your slutty gym bunny, please!”

He’ll definitely be your “personal” trainer from now on.

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[fubu18writes]

❧a sugar daddy always treats his sugar baby right

♢regular tags: sugar daddy!kokonoi, sugar baby!reader, f!reader, established relationship, a bit fluffy ♢mature tags: age gap (koko is in his mid-thirties, reader is in their early 20s), oral (fem receiving), a bit of cock worship if you squint, nipple play if you also squint, idk what it's called but reader puts koko's dick inbetween her breasts (i think it's a titjob or titfucking look idk about this), squirting ♢all characters are 18+ until stated otherwise

a/n: imma just say that... kokonoi can be gentle if he wanted to, okay?

After spending the day drinking vodka by the pool, you returned to your hotel room... only to discover that you were locked out. A cleaning lady eyed her suspiciously as you wander around the hall with only a bikini and a towel to cover your body.

And because you were a little bit angry at your boyfriend Kokonoi, you decided to stay in separate hotel rooms. Luckily... he was staring on the same floor as you.

You were hesitant once you made it to his room number, but you decided to throw your pride away and just knock on the door.

A few seconds pass by before you heard the door unlock, revealing Koko. "Baby, what happened?" He asks, looking at your shivering figure. You looked away, a bit embarrassed. "...I lost my room key." You managed to say.

He lets you in, and you examine the room a little. The room was dimly lit, and papers were neatly placed on the table. Koko handed you a bathrobe soon after. "I'll set up the coffee, okay?" He says as he heads off into the kitchen.

You put the bathrobe on and take a seat on one of the seats near the window. Koko came back with two cups and a kettle, and you were looking at the view. "Wow... your view is so much nicer than mine," You say. You hear Koko chuckle. "Well, you can come here at any time."

"I'm sorry about all of this," You apologize, referring to the fight you had a few days ago.

Koko shook his head. "No, don't apologize. It was my fault for not telling you anyway." He reassures.

There was a comfortable silence as he poured the coffee in the cups, admiring him as he does so. Long, white hair, cat-like eyes, a black polo shirt and khakis. While he may be snarky and cocky in public, to you, he was one of the sweetest persons you could ever ask for. Even if the age difference was a little jarring at first.

In other words, you found Kokonoi Hajime irresistable.

The both of you talked, laughed, and flirted for about an hour or so. By this time, you came out of the bathroom, all dried up. Koko was sipping some whiskey from his glass, and looked at you with a smile. "Your hair looks pretty like that, all curly." He says with a chuckle.

"Ah... no, I feel goofy with curly hair..." You say, your face turning red.

Koko let out another chuckle, rolling the ice cubes in his glass. "Not at all, really. And considering that we're not in the office..." His tone was definitely suggesting something, and you could feel it. "We can do whatever we want here..." He finishes, placing the glass down on the table before putting a hand on your thigh. At that, you leaned in and kissed him, the faint taste of whiskey still lingering on his lips.

The kiss was incredible. The bathrobe became untied as they traded tongues. She felt his grip on her thigh, his touch firm yet restrained. When you both pulled away from the kiss, you took his hand and led him to the couch. Koko was sitting, yet you were still standing up. Koko reclines, and you noticed the contour of his swelling dick in his pants. You leaned over, placing your hands on his upper thighs, allowing your breasts to dangle in front of his face.

"I just dried myself up, daddy," You say with a giggle. "You're going to make me all wet again..."

Koko let out a grin as you go down, carefully unbuttoning his pants. You pull them down, seeing his boxers and the head of his dick poking out of the bottom. You slowly climbed on top of Koko, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you both kissed again.

Koko's hands stay firm on your ass as you grind on his hardened shaft. You were the first to pull away from the kiss, untying the strings of your bikini top, throwing it to the side to show your breasts and hardened nipples. "Look how my baby's turned on f'me..." Koko took her left one in his hand, and brought the pink nipple into his mouth.

You threw your head back in ecstasy. He lightly licked your nipple, and you could feel your bikini bottom becoming damp again. You clumsily pulled off his boxers, his dick springing up as you took it in your hand. His girth was impressive, and your hand looked small by comparison as you gently squeezed dick. You heard Koko groaning, giving you lustful eyes. "You like touching daddy's cock, baby?"

"I do..." You say with a shy whisper. "It's so big...~" You continue before kissing him again, crawling over to him on the other side of the couch. Koko took your ankles, jerking your hips close to him. You had curious anticipation in your eyes, and you let out a gasp when he tore away your bikini bottoms in one forceful tug. Koko saw your smile, your hair frizzy in the dim light before eyeing your pussy hungrily. He thumbed her glossed lips, taking her into his mouth as you grip onto his hair.

Koko could feel you squirming, and that only drove him to go deeper. The grip on his hair suddenly tightened as you moaned out, "Oh, fuck...~ daddy, do it more...~" and grinded on his face. Your ankles were shivering with pleasure, with Koko's hand on her inner thigh, and squeezed her breasts with the other. He pinched the edges of her nipple.

It was too much, all too much. You were close to cumming on his face before Koko came out for air, brushing his hair out of his face. The both of you were panting like animals from the sensation. You moved, turning yourself over and you felt the fabric of the couch on your nipples. You hoisted your ass in the air, despite your trembling legs. You turned to him, sounding out of breath as you asked, "Do you have a condom, daddy?"

Koko had one, of course... but he wasn't going to get it yet. "I wanna focus on my baby for a while longer, 'kay?" He asks her.

You weren't used to it. Or used to this for that matter. The farthest the both of you ever gone was just you sucking on his cock and him eating you out, but this? Nothing of the sort yet.

Maybe that was the advantage of being with an older man... he probably knew you were ready.

Without warning, Koko had licked your clit, sliding his fingers inside of her. Seeing you in this state made all the blood rush to his cock. He kept licking and playing until your toes curled, moaning out "Daddy, I-I'm gonna--!" and finally exploded into his mouth. You were out of breath, and all Koko could do was lick up every last drop of your cum. "Baby, you squirted all over...~" He says with a chuckle.

You were a bit embarrassed. "S-Sorry, daddy... it just felt too good..."

"You think you're ready for daddy's cock?" Koko asks as he leaves kisses on your neck. You only tilt your head to the side, managing out a whimper as he bites down on your sweet spot. "I think that's a yes."

Koko stood up, walking over to the bathroom and returned with a condom, his dick saluting her. He fixes the bathrobe, draping it on the couch. Koko applied the condom right in front of you. You could only clench against nothing, and you swore that you saw his cock twitch.

You held your breath, as she felt Koko gliding behind her. The couch began to creak, and you felt his tip just against your pussy before he slid the head inside of you. "T-Too big...~!" You moaned out, your legs shaking again as you gripped on the armrest. "Tell me if it hurts," He says earnestly as his fingers graze her hip.

Like a dream, their bodies move together in a timeless rhythm. You slowly eased his cock into you and rode him steadily. The soft glow of the lamp, their skin gleaming with sweat. "Fuuckkk...~" You moaned out. "D-Daddy...~ F-Fuck me deeper...~"

Koko slapped his hand on your ass, earning another moan from you. "Say that again, baby~"

"F-Fuck me deeper...~!" You moaned loudly.

The sound of their fucking echoed in the hotel room. You had to stabilize yourself, lowering your left leg until you felt the carpet on your bare foot. "Oh god, oh god...!" Your tits sway back and forth. "It feels s-so good, f-fuck me harder...~!"

You came a second time, with him inside as your spine cringed and curved. You let out a shout until your voice ran out. You saw Koko looming over you, and he takes off the condom with his left hand, jerking himself off.

You pressed your tits in between his cock, helping him. "Oh, fuck, baby..." He out a groan, his cock twitching as he released his essence all over. You felt his warm, white cum all generously all over your chest.

They basked in the afterglow of their sex, breathless. "Shit..." You say with a laugh. "I can't stop smiling..."

"You were incredible, baby." Koko kissed your forehead. "You held out and squirted all f'me...~"

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[fubu18writes]

❧In the hidden corners of the library, your relationship is hidden amongst the erotica

♢regular tags: f!reader, bonten!kakucho, reader is bonten's nurse (because i doubt that they're always unharmed) and is also kakucho's close friend, friends to lovers, drunk and flirty!kakucho ♢mature tags: slight age gap (reader is 24, so kakucho is older by 4 years), reader is called "slut", uhh idk what this tag is but kakucho shoves the reader's underwear in her mouth, dom!kakucho, daddy kink aheh, semi-public sex (y'all are in a library lol) ♢all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: joining the "Yes, Daddy!" collab by @sugarbebenireo! and yes this was... a bit inspired by ana huang's book called "twisted love"... yeah i was reading a bit and i had the idea lmaoo so yeah i hope i did kakucho justice with this

Needless to say, you were used to Kakucho getting injured ever since you were assigned to be Bonten's nurse...

You tended to everyone despite being uncomfortable. However, the only person you managed to be comfortable with was Kakucho

The both of you had become close enough to be considered friends. Kakucho was a little hesitant in becoming comfortable with you, but gradually, he opened up and considered you as a close and trusted friend.

But then... well, Kakucho thought of you as more than a friend.

So when you were in the library that night, hearing the door open and seeing Kakucho looking like he had been drinking and seeing his hand bleed, you didn't hesitate to close the library door and patch him up with some equipment that you carry around for emergencies.

"It's fine, love..." Kakucho says. His voice wasn't slurred but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks flare at the nickname he'd usually give you when the both of you were alone. "It's just a scratch. You've seen worse."

"You're bleeding," You say as you dabbed the medicine with the cotton, flinching a little when you hear him hiss a little in pain. You took a deep breath, finally finishing up with wrapping up the gauze on his hand. "You really should stop getting yourself injured like this, and if you do keep doing this, at least stay sober..."

"If I stay sober, then I wouldn't really be able to say what I want to say to you." Kakucho held your hand as he stared into your (e/c) eyes. Your cheeks flare up again at the sudden action.

"I have feelings for you, and I want to be more than just friends." Kakucho confesses. "I may be drunk right now, but what I'm saying is true."

"Kakucho..." You wanted to say something, but instead you just looked away. Kakucho took this an incentive, his bandaged hand holding your chin to make you look at him. "How am I supposed to kiss you when you're looking away like that?"

You stared at him, speechless. "You're going to kiss...?"

"Can I?"

After a few seconds of silence, you nod. Kakucho pressed his lips onto yours, the kiss starting off gentle. You would have never guessed that Kakucho even felt... anything towards you, considering how you both first started. Now, here you both were, in each other's hold as the kiss started to become more and more aggressive.

When the both of you pulled away, Kakucho had hefted you up onto the windowsill as he kisses you again. You could only melt into the kiss as you let out a muffled moan, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Though when you felt his hand shove his hand over your dress and grazes his teeth over your nipples through the thin lace of your bra (you cursed yourself for wearing something like this of all clothing), your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

"Kakucho, we're in the library. Someone could come in..." You squeaked. You wanted Kakucho to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to keep going. Even if the library was soundproof, someone could very well open the door and see the both of you in the act.

"I'm aware, love." Kakucho pulls your bra aside with his teeth and lavished his attention on your breasts, his non-bandaged hand finding the sweet spot between your legs. "So wet for me, hmm..." His voice was husky when he says this, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. You could feel his erection press against your leg, thick and hard. "Kakucho, wait--"

"Call me something else, love." Kakucho says with a smirk. Your face, which was already red, turned redder than before. You just stayed silent at that.

Seeing your silence, he then says, "I hope you're not attached to your underwear."

"Wha--?" The sound of tearing fabric already answered your question. Kakucho's lap curled into a sly grin at your shocked expression. "Open your mouth for daddy, won't you?"

Either Kakucho was secretly reading your books, or the alcohol was getting to him. But at that moment, your resistance collapsed. You opened your mouth, and he shoves your underwear in your mouth, shivering when you taste the slick of your own arousal.

Kakucho could see your cunt throbbing at nothing as he returned his attention to your breasts as while he slid in two fingers into your slippery folds. You grip onto his hair, tugging it so hard as he was working you into a frenzy. He lifted his head up from your chest and watched you with smoldering eyes. "That's it, love." He murmured, his muscles taut as he finger-fucked you harder.

You could feel that he was knuckles deep inside you now, the obscene sounds of him sliding in and out of your drenched core creating a dirty symphony that intensified your arousal. You rode on his hand shamelessly, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth as you screamed from the makeshift gag. "Go on and cum, slut. Make a mess for daddy."

And you did. Hard, fast, and endlessly, flying high in an explosion of bliss. Calming down, you saw that he unzipped his pants, and was fisting his cock. God, you knew he was big but you didn't know he was that big... and who knows if he'll slide it inside you the next time. Your thoughts were snapped out when you felt his climax all over your thighs.

"Kakucho..." You removed the makeshift gag out of your mouth, breathing heavily. "How long have you been...?"

"Months," Kakucho replied. "A couple of months."

You nod, looking up at him. "Is this a one-time thing or--Ah!"

Kakucho bit the side of your neck, earning a moan from you. "Come on, love... you can handle one more round for me, right?"

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[fubu18writes]

❧ he never expected the sweet librarian from the college campus who never made eye contact to be in a bar where everyone could see her

♢regular tags: f!reader, college au, reader is a stripper, swearing ♢mature tags: reader is called "bunny", riding, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, doggy position, hair pulling, swearing ♢ all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: and the first thing i write here on tumblr is smut... and my first time writing it. also been on a haitani rindou brainrot so yeah, this led to it. i also went for lyric format like back in the wattpad days of song fics, since it'll fit the mood a little bit.

Haitani Rindou only went with Shion and the rest at a bar as a joke and maybe to celebrate because they finished their finals for the first semester.

What he didn't expect was seeing a familiar face on the stage.

You, (l/n) (y/n), the sweet librarian that he always passed by during the morning, afternoon, and nights on both school days and weekends. And from what he seen and heard from everyone who knew you on campus, you weren't the type to make eye contact for long and you preferred being in private.

Yet here you both are. In a private room that Rindou didn't expect this bar to have.

It was awkward, to say the least.

"Didn't know you had a sideline," Rindou tried making conversation, even though it would've make the situation more awkward than it already is.

"It's technically a hobby," You hum, fixing your hair on the vanity, eyeing him in the mirror. You could see his slightly confused expression as he sat on the bed. "A hobby," He repeats. "You're doing this... as a hobby."

Rindou was usually the type to get certain things at a glance or from a simple statement. But with this? And from you, who he thought was timid? He might as well let the world swallow him up.

You face him now, your hair all neat-looking. There was a sly grin on your face at seeing his expression. "What? Is the Haitani Rindou nervous at seeing a fellow classmate in skimpy clothing?"

Rindou would be in denial if he said no, but he wasn't admitting it. After all, who wouldn't be nervous if he saw his classmate, who wore oversized clothes, in a short, purple-colored dress with a zipper at the front? "What makes you think I'm nervous?" He raises an eyebrow at you. "It's just you."

There was a pause before to walked near him at the foot of the bed.

(You don't have to be so cautious If you practice what you preach Counting up the stacks on the counter A fucking disease)

Rindou feigned his nervousness with a blank expression, even if you were sitting on his lap to face him.

"So," Rindou resisted the urge to grab you by the waist. "What made you take this hobby?"

He feigned his nervousness, and somewhat lust starting to cloud in his mind, when you gave a grin. "Who knows? Maybe I want all eyes on me, even if I don't show it."

There was something laced in your tone and Rindou caught on quickly. He let his restraints go off little by little, and he held your waist. "Whose eyes, (y/n)?" He asks in a hushed tone.

"Hmm, maybe yours."

That was the tipping point.

(Don't ask me to be righteous If you practice what you teach Counting all your blessings the second You're down on your knees)

His lips were on yours, the kiss gentle at first before turning into something heated and passionate. His teeth tugged at your lower lip, his tongue sweeping past your lips. It was like the hunger and desire was there already, waiting for so long before finally giving in, leaving you breathless as he pulled away. He only allowed you a single gasp before slating his lips over and over again.

"Wait, wait..." You manage to breathe out once Rindou pulled away. You tug on his shirt, lust filled in your eyes. "Need you to take this off, now."

"Takes one to ask one, bunny." Rindou says with a smirk. You felt yourself clenching onto nothing with the nickname, and he notices your reaction. "Like that, huh? Then I'll mark you up like one."

Clothes were on the ground, leaving you in your black-laced bra and Rindou with his polo shirt. You clenched his dual-colored locks the moment his tongue was against your clit, sending a jolt through your body. His tongue worked its way in and out of your dripping pussy. "Fuck, Rin--" A breathy moan escapes your lips, your thighs squeezing around his head. "Wait, too fast-"

Rindou was just ignoring you, nuzzling his face deeper as the subtle friction against your clit sent another jolt throughout your body. You gripped his hair, pulling him harder against you.

Your breathing quickens, moaning out his name as you felt your climax. You could hear his loud slurping of your slick, and he looked up at you with glossy eyes.

"That's it, I'm makin' sure your eyes are all mine."

(So why, why Don't we get a little high, high?)

It was the younger Haitani's idea to fuck you from behind, your arms on the vanity so you could get a view of yourself in the mirror. His cock was on full-view, and you could only clench your fists as he entered inside you.

"Bet no one fucked you like this, right?" Rindou gripped your hair like how you did with his. "Bet no one's-" He did an experimental thrust, earning a moan from you. "-seen or heard you like this-"

You couldn't say anything coherent. All you could do was babble nonsense along with his name over and over again. You hid your face, which prompted Rindou to pull on your hair, forcing you to look at the mirror.

"Gotta let my bunny know what she looks like-" Rindou hit your sensitive spot. "-being all fucked up like this-"

You could feel your legs trembling again as you were staring at your face in the mirror: Hair disheveled, bra strap loosened. You could even see Rindou's expression, and it showed that he was dead set on making your climax come again.

(Don't we get a little, get a little Don't we get a little high Get a little high, high)

"Fuck, Rin--inside, come inside-!" You started begging. "Want you to fill me up, Rin!"

Another tipping point broke in Rindou that night. "You're mine, got that, bunny?"

"All yours, Rin, all yours-"

"Let 'em hear you say it, bunny."

"I'm yours, all yours--Fuck, Rindou, gonna--!"

"Shit, don't move-" Rindou lets go of your hair now to hold your waist. A low growl escapes his lips, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as the both of you release your climax.

You pant heavily, trying to catch your breath. You turn to look at him. "I'm all yours, m'kay?"

"You fucking tease." Rindou had another smirk on his face. "You took the hobby to make me do this, didn't you?"

You only let out a hum at that. You let out a whine when he pulled out, your pussy dripping with both of your juices. "You're still clenching..." He pulls you close, you facing him once more. "Gonna have to punish you for makin' me wait this long, bunny."

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[fubukinorris]

#Octoberabble Day 5: First

Title: Hiding Time

Summary: Hanma Shuji sees a reflection that looks like him, but isn't him.

Fandoms: Tokyo Revengers

a/n: anyway uhh this was supposed to be added in my fic paradisus-paradoxum but it was... not what i envisioned, so i put it here! and reaper is an original character of mine. if you want to know what he looks like, here (drawn by @/shizukuni_sama on twitter)

It had looked like Hanma was staring at a cursed mirror, because that thing wasn't reflecting him at all. It was someone around his age, with yellow and black-colored hair. His purple eyes gleamed into the darkness of the room, contrasting his gold ones.

This was definitely a joke, right?

"Ah... so this is supposed to be the person I revived?" The reflection speaks. He even sounded like him. "I should've revived that Sano father..."

"Who the fuck are you?" Hanma then asks, putting his hand on the mirror but the reflection slaps his hand away. How did he do it? Hanma wouldn't fucking know, he literally just felt it. "And how the fuck did you do that?"

"You definitely sound like me, that's for sure." The reflection lets out a yawn. "But you don't act like me. I can fight, sure. But because I want to."

Hanma let out a scoff at that. "Please. How would you know?"

"I've lived longer than you, jackass. Who do you think revived you?" The reflection says in annoyance. "If you were going to be this much of an ass, I should've just left you for dead in that hospital."

Hanma froze at that.

The reflection seemed to notice, and he smirks. "Aw, did I hit a nerve?"

"Fuck off," he hisses, clenching his fists.

"Heh. Good luck in finding your first life."

The reflection disappears.

All Hanma could see now was his own reflection.

"...first life, huh?"

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[fubukinorris]

Trending Moments

✎ pairings: artist!mitsuya takashi x reader, businessman!kokonoi hajime x reader, childhood friend! singer!emma x reader

✎ summary: In an era where it's uncommon for women to wear pants, how will small-town seamstress (l/n) (y/n) realize her dream of designing pants for women?

✎ genre: fluff, angst, small comedy, slightly suggestive

✎ warnings: depictions of alcohol consumption, violence, deceit

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Season 1, Episode 1: Gifted Hands

Season 1, Episode 2: The Visionary

Season 1, Episode 3: The Encounter

Season 1, Episode 4: The Other Me

Season 1, Episode 5: Final Promise

Season 1, Episode 6: Farewell Yesterday

Season 1, Episode 7: Mismatched Life

Season 1, Episode 8: The Real Akane

Season 1, Episode 9: Piercing Light

Season 1, Episode 10: When the Wind Rises

Season 1, Episode 11: Prideful Heart

Season 1, Episode 12: A Beautiful Day

Season 1, Episode 13: A Warm Day

Season 1, Episode 14: Romantic Valentine

🕊◛ Season 2

Season 2, Episode 15: Identity Crisis

Season 2, Episode 16: Crisis Returns

Season 2, Episode 17: Unchanging Heart

Season 2, Episode 18: Nothing to Fear

Season 2, Episode 19: A New Beginning

Season 2, Episode 20: Always Together

Season 2, Episode 21: Who is Mr. H?

Season 2, Episode 22: Sisters

Season 2, Episode 23: Trendy Times

Season 2, Episode 24: Brave the Storm

Season 2, Episode 25: Where the Heart Lies

Season 2, Episode 26: Match Made in Heaven

Season 2, Episode 27: La Dame aux Camelias

Season 2, Episode 28: Wheel of Fortune

Season 2, Episode 29: Bright Future

Season 2, Episode 30: I Still Believe

Season 2, Episode 31: A Day to Remember

Season 2, Episode 32: Before the Storm

Season 2, Episode 33: The Storm

Season 2: Episode 34: Truth Unraveled

Season 2, Episode 35: Next Stop

author’s note: this was inspired by @rintarhue's work, "Tales of Love"! this is also taken from the game Time Princess, which has a lot of stories and clothes you can discover!

taglist is open! just reblog if you want to join!

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[fubukinorris]

Trending Moments Season 1, Episode 1

Episode 1: Gifted Hands

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✎ summary: In an era where it's uncommon for women to wear pants, how will small-town seamstress (l/n) (y/n) realize her dream of designing pants for women?

Your head is spinning. When you open your eyes, you see a cluttered dresser before you. You glance over at the toppled cosmetics on the dresser and all the jewelry that's hanging on the wall.

"Am I... a movie star...?" You mumble quietly, letting the tiredness get to you. You then hear a coquettish laugh, and you turn around to see a beautiful lady with an attractive figure.

"If anyone at the Mad Rabbit is a movie star, wouldn't be me?" She chuckles at you. "Really, (y/n) Asking if you're a movie star in this dump?

You recall something from your past as she asks that. You're name is (l/n) (y/n), and your dream is to become a fashion designer. You remember leaving your hometown and came to Star City, where you applied as a part-time singer at a club called the Mad Rabbit.

The beautiful lady in front of you is Sano Emma. Your childhood friend. The both of you basically grew up together, since you would always be in the Sano household regardless of the day. "Emma you didn't have to say it like that." You say with a small laugh. "I'm glad we left home then, leaving that life behind. Ever since we left, I knew I'd one day become--"

"Some rich man's trophy wife." You say, cutting her laugh. The both of you laugh at that. "That's right! The wife of a wealthy man, someone who never has to worry about food or her delicate little fingers in the freezing winter." Emma chortled. "You know, for the life of me, I still can't believe you disobeyed your grandfather's will." She added, fixing her hair with a hairbrush. "He must be pretty angry."

You only roll your eyes playfully. "I did it to remind myself---" A tickle in your throat makes you cough a little, but you continue. "To remind myself not to repeat his fate."

Emma only groans. "Uh. Literature is such a bore. Hurry up and get changed into the outfit I picked for you. Our marks have already taken their seats."

She hands you a peacock-themed dressed, almost resembling the kinds you would see in a dance parade. With it, came matching shoes, a feathered headband, stockings, and a necklace. You only let out a quiet huff, knowing that these types of clothes would certainly get any attention from the crowd.

Not that you were being sarcastic, but Emma had more charisma than you when it came to these.

"They're your marks, not mine." You tell her bluntly.

"Whatever you say, dear." Emma only shrugs. "I'll wait for you backstage.

Once dressed and met Emma backstage wearing the same outfit but with less of the accessories, the sound of a high-pitched trumpet blasts through. "We're on, (y/n)." Emma says with a wink, and the curtains finally come up.

You and Emma raise your chins, proud as the both of you walk hand in hand to the center of the stage.

Emma smiles at the audience before turning to you with a nod. Music begins to flow from a saxophone and the atmosphere in the club starts to liven up. You and Emma hold onto the microphone stands with one hand as you both begin to sing.

"You make me wanna risk it all, I'm rolling on a high feeling~ Gonna set me, set me, set me free~" Emma sings into the microphone and the audience couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"All these words like a waterfall, when I say it, I mean it~ Gonna set me, set me, set me free~" The crowd cheers when you sang your lines, but they weren't as loud as Emma's cheers.

Despite all of that, the both of you make a great team. Your voices and expressions match beautifully. But the moment you start thinking about finishing early, and thinking about your designs...

Your voice cracks.

The music screeches to a halt and the guests begin to start booing and jeering.

"You tryin' to tear my eardrums or somethin'?!" "We're here for Emma! We don't need the window dressing!"

"Hey, (y/n)! What on earth are you doing?!" You avert your gaze to Dormouse, the boss and owner of the Mad Rabbit. Before you could say anything, he interrupts you. "Don't just stand there like a dunce! Keep singing!"

At his orders, you try to continue singing, but it felt like your voice was stolen from you and all you could do is squeeze out a hoarse tune. This must've been the result of Dormouse's push of making you and Emma's performances last longer. The extra practice made your voice sound terrible.

"It's alright." Emma pats your shoulder.

"Emma?"

"Don't say a word. Bow to the crowd and walk off the stage with a smile on your face." Emma had her arms crossed, and she was smiling. The smile only made you guilty. "I'm sorry. This... this show was supposed to be perfect..."

"Hush you." Emma shakes her head. "I know it's Dormouse's fault. If he hadn't been pushing us like this, your voice would be fine." She says, glaring at Dormouse who was talking to the rest of the band. Emma turns back to you with a smile. "Now get off stage and rest. Don't worry about me. I have my own way of dealing with rich men like them."

You feel even more guilty, but you just nod and try to do what Emma says: Bow down and walk off with your head held high.

"Alright boys, settle down~" You hear Emma talking once you reach the backstage. "(y/n) isn't herself tonight, but I'm sure all you gents have hearts of gold. Show a little girl compassion and let her get some rest."

"Are you gonna sing on her behalf? You'll have to sing twice as long!" One of the members of the audience exclaims in disbelief. This only makes Emma laugh. "Just twice? Oh honey, I plan to sing until the moon goes to bed!" She holds the microphone stand now. "Let's stop wasting time, shall we? It's time to dance until the break of dawn!"

The musicians start playing again. Emma's voice soothes the guests' discontent, and the atmosphere in the club returns to normal. You make a mental note to thank Emma later.

After leaving the Mad Rabbit, you wander around aimlessly.

You take a look at the sights, and you realize that Star City... is really amazing at night. But unfortunately, it doesn't attract your interest at all right now. "Oh hazy dream..." You let out a sigh. "Like a lighthouse in the distance, every time I take a step forward... you just fizzle away."

Suddenly, a paper airplane rides on the wind, flying straight towards you. "A paper airplane...? There must be some kids playing around here..." You mutter out loud, catching the paper airplane out of the air. There were some pencil marks on the paper, making you curious. You decide on unfolding the paper to see its content.

“It’s…” You were in disbelief. “A sketch of me…?”

“When I heard you talking to yourself, I thought you were going to give up on your dream as a fashion designer and were trying your hand ag being a poet.” A handsome man walks out of the shadow of trees as he said that. And you noticed that his bright smile… well, if the sun was out then his smile would’ve outshined the sun.

You recognize him as Mitsuya Takashi, your neighbor in Star City. He’s an artist whose entire life is built around his creative passion.

And just like you, he too is facing his difficulties on achieving his dream. But the difference is that he was more optimistic.

“Mitsuya,” You start, shaking your head. “Please, don’t make fun of me… I’ve been in Star City for three years, and no fashion studio has ever accepted my designs…” You sigh. “Even my job as a singer for the Mad Rabbit was arranged by Emma.”

You didn’t continue further, knowing that what you were going to say next was only going to bring you and Mitsuya down. Mitsuya seened to notice your expression. “I know you’re feeling a little depressed, but don’t talk or think about yourself like that. You can’t forget your dream.”

You ponder for a minute before sighing again. “My dream is to create women’s pants.”

Mitsuya smiles. “Well, look at me. I studied law, but I insisted on becoming an artist. I’m taking care of my funds still by working part time at a restaurant. But that… that doesn’t discourage me from pursuing my dream.”

You chuckle dryly. “I wish I had your optimism… but I’m just disappointed in myself.”

“Even if no one can appreciate your design right now, doesn’t mean it’s not good.” Mitsuya reassures. “Maybe Lady Lucky wants to challenge you to a sprint.” He adds jokingly.

You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re always considerate, Mitsuya."

Mitsuya only chuckles. "How about you come with me? I know a place that will make you feel better."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is there really a place like that?" You ask curiously.

"Follow me, and you'll see." Mitsuya says with a mysterious smile before walking ahead, leading the way.

As the both of you were walking, you clear your throat. "By the way, you still haven't told me how you ended up here."

"I was walking home when I happened to see you wandering with your head down low." Mitsuya says in a matter-of-fact tone before turning around to face you, walking background as he takes the takes out the charcoal pencil he carries around with him. "So, I decided to follow you and try to see if I could draw something to lift your spirits."

You felt the gloominess in your heart dissipate as you smile.

You follow Mitsuya to Jazz Avenue, which is known for being the birthplace of countless fashion brands. He leads you into a fashion boutique. Despite being already past midnight, there was one salesperson checking the inventory.

You look up at Mitsuya. "This is where you wanted to take me? A fashion boutique that's already closed for the day?" You ask him.

"Well, yes." Mitsuya scratches his head. "But the surprise is on the second floor."

You and Mitsuya walk up the spiral staircase to the second floor. Suddenly, you hear the booming voice of an impatient man.

"More! Cut another two inches off the hem of the dress---And where on earth did you find such an abysmally short model? Next!"

You could see tall (and surprisingly, short) models coming out of the fitting rooms one by one. Each model were displaying their dresses for a man wearing a pair of tinted glasses. Even with the glamorous makeup, the model's couldn't conceal their nervousness.

"Extend the shoulder traps by half an inch. Remember, a low neckline is the perfect frame for a gemstone necklace." The man says in a bossy tone before looking to the rest of the designers and models. "And where's the evening gown for the finale? Tell Kasumi she has exactly two minutes to get changed!"

You stand the stairs, looking closely at the man who is in absolute control of the entire room. For a moment, you think that the man looks like Azuki Hanyu, who is called the "Pandora" of the fashion industry. You could remember that every woman aspires to have a dress from Azuki Hanyu, seeing as they're akin to the box of Pandora which was drawn to because of irresistibility.

The lilac-haired male gently nudges your shoulders. "Go up and say hello. Maybe you can get inspiration from Hanyu-san."

"I was just thinking that he looks like Azuki Hanyu!" You exclaim, lowering your voice to a whisper. "It's really him?!"

"It is." Mitsuya couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction. "He came to eat dinner at the restaurant where I work. I may have overheard him and his partner discussing about the fashion show tomorrow." He adds with a nervous smile. "So I went and asked if I could bring a friend to visit here."

"Mitsuya, don't be ridiculous." You shake your head. "Why would this famous designer allow you to bring a friend to visit the studio?"

"My mom and Hanyu-san know each other a little." Mitsuya tells you casually.

You were about to back out but Mitsuya already waves enthusiastically at Hanyu. "Good evening, sir!"

"Oh, Mitsuya-kun." Hanyu shakes his head, obviously distressed. "You've arrived at the worst possible moment..." He glances at you. "Is this the young designer you were talking about? How charming." Hanyu says while glancing at you. His eyes were obscured by his tinted glasses, and you couldn't help but stare. "Her name is (l/n) (y/n). She's very creative, and her skills are superb." Mitsuya says proudly.

"Hello, Hanyu-san." You bow down. "It's an honor to visit your studio."

"Of course it is--Oh, get up." Hanyu sighs as you stand straight. "I'm busy at the moment... Mitsuya-kun will have to show you around."

'Although this is an awkward meeting... it's actually incredible to see the Azuki Hanyu with my own eyes...' You think to yourself.

"He speaks a little harshly." Mitsuya says, as if apologizing. "Please don't take it personally."

"No worries." You reassure. "I've heard about it already."

"What should I do?!" A beautiful female model comes out of the dressing up with a long evening gown, approaching Hanyu fearfully. "The evening gown for the finale is torn...!"

Hanyu looked like he was about to scream. "Show me."

The model hands the evening gown to Hanyu, revealing that there was a long slit in the fine silk. "What have you done to this gown, Kasumi?!" He asks furiously, glaring at the model. "I'm sorry, but it was already like that when I took it off the hanger!" The model, Kasumi, says in defense as if holding back tears.

"This gown was made of the finest silk! In other words, it's irreplacable!" Hanyu shouts. Despite the tinted glasses covering his eyes, they were burning with fury.

Mitsuya elbows you, whispering softly. "Do you think that gown can be saved?" He asks you.

"Well... it's possible. Just need to sew up the thread that's similar to the color of the silk." You answer him. Mitsuya's face brightens up. "I can guarantee that no one here has better needlework skills than you." He says to you with a confident smile.

You ponder at the suggestion. You knew that Azuki Hanyu is famous in the fashion industry, and it would be incredibly embarrassed if you made a fool of yourself. However, you have practiced your needlework skills since you were a child: It's possible that you've practiced more than Hanyu.

After a moment of hesitation, you decide to take a deep breath, and step forward with a confident smile. "Hanyu-san, I can sew up that slit with a needle and thread." You tell him.

Hanyu glances at you, then he holds his hand out. "Let me see your hands."

With no hesitation, you show him your hands. Hanyu notices the callouses your palms, which was a sign. "Are you saying that a few years of sewing made you an expert?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"You said it yourself," You start. "This evening gown is made of the finest silk. No matter how you sew it, the fabric will gather at the seam. But if I'm the one who sews it, it'll be difficult for anyone to see the flaw. Just make sure that the model doesn't get too close to the guests."

"I see that modesty isn't your strong suit." Hanyu tells you with a huff, but he holds out the gown to you. "Show me what you got, Ms. (l/n)."

You take the gown under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Kasumi is the one who provides you with a thread similar to the color of the dress. With a needle and thread in hand, you sit down to work. You act quickly but efficiently, lost in your work until the moment when the scissors cut off the remaining thread. "Finished, Hanyu-san." You say with confidence as Hanyu examines the stitches of the gown. "Mhm. Not bad..." There was a smile on his face. "I'll save you a seat in the second row for tomorrow's fashion show, Ms. (l/n) (y/n)."

You stand frozen to the spot, stunned. Mitsuya nudges your shoulders again. "I believe a 'thank you' is in order." He says teasingly.

You suppress your excitement and thank the Azuki Hanyu. He only gives his smile of approval, thanking you and Mitsuya before leaving to deal with other problems. Kasumi bows down to you once Hanyu goes to talk with the other models. "Thank you, I'll remember what you did for me today." Kasumi smiles gratefully before heading off to the fitting room with the gown.

"I'm not dreaming," You look at Mitsuya, starstruck. "Am I, Mitsuya?"

"(y/n), it looks like your luck has finally arrived." Mitsuya says as he ruffles your hair. "Congrats, you're recognized by Azuki Hanyu."

It's as if your dream is a lighthouse that has lit up for the first time, a beacon guiding you through the dark... the first step in achieving the impossible.

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#Octoberabble Day 3: Dawn

Title: A New Dawn of Acceptance

Summary: Guilt often overlaps with a new dawn.

Fandoms: Inazuma Eleven Ares no Tenbin, Tokyo Revengers

a/n: continuation of day one hehe. kiryuu belongs to @yado-lina !

Mitsuya felt guilty as he was hugging Kiryuu tight.

She lost her brother—she lost family.

Mitsuya didn’t know him long enough since he had everything else going on but he never knew this would still hurt.

But the realization hit when Mitsuya went to the cemetery and saw the name on the gravestone.

Mizukamiya Seiryuu was dead.

Mitsuya’s mother tried comforting as much as she could, but it was a loss. Kiryuu wasn’t the same anymore after that.

A few years and six months later, Mitsuya sees Kiryuu again but with much longer hair, resembling Mizukamiya’s. It was probably her way of coping, seeing as it was probably the only thing that would represent his memory in some way.

Mitsuya’s way of this, much to his own surprise, was praying at the Musashi Shrine after Toman would have their meetings. No one found it odd, since Mitsuya was one of the only responsible members who could get their life together.

But he knew that praying would heal him in a way.

Until then, Mitsuya and Kiryuu would have to face the dawn of guilt and pain.

#norrisworks #tokyo revengers #inazuma eleven #mizukamiya seiryuu #mitsuya takashi #octoberabble #octoberabble2023

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Trending Moments, Season 1, Episode 2

Episode 2: The Visionary

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✎ summary: In an era where it's uncommon for women to wear pants, how will small-town seamstress (l/n) (y/n) realize her dream of designing pants for women?

The next afternoon comes, and you arrive on time for Azuki Hanyu's fashion show. You notice that the items on the boutique's first floor have been removed, replaced by chairs lined up on both sides of the room. You take your seat on the second row as promised, watching the models walk down the spiral staircase from the second floor. They strike a few poses to show off their new dresses.

After the finale, as the model wearing the silk evening gown you mended walks off the stage, Hanyu heads out to thank the audience. He says his usual thanks for arriving at the fashion show as well as saying his appreciation. The guests stand up and applaud enthusiastically for at least three minutes straight. The guests congratulate Hanyu one by one even after the show ended.

You wait politely until they finish before approaching him. "Congratulations, Hanyu-san. The show was a great success."

"Well now, look who it is!" Hanyu lets out a laugh. "The clever girl who came to my rescue in my hour of need!" He says as he takes two glasses of red wine from the server's tray and passes one to you. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." You both clink glasses before taking your small sip. Hanyu is obviously still very excited and downs his glass in one swallow. "Tell me, young (l/n). Where did you acquire such delicate needlework skills?" How have I never met you before?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm not from Star City." You answer him. "I was born and raised in the Red District, and I would help my mother mend clothing." You look down at your glass. "When my parents died, I was sent to my grandparents. I learned the needlework skills from them, and also from the Sano Family."

Hanyu nods in approval. "No ordinary seamstress could do what you have done. You have extraordinary talent."

"I had a lot of practice." You simply say. "I did help mend the clothing and comforters. And to top it off, my grandpa would always say 'No work, no food'."

"Great designers must first be great tailors. You have completed the prerequisites." Hanyu complements. You just look up at him, nodding. You were pretty good with a needle and thread, as well as sewing machines. "But I don't want to sew for someone else for the rest of my life. I have my own design ideas." You tell him.

Hanyu's smile disappears, but he has an eyebrow raised. "Do you, now? Go on."

You take deep breaths in your mind before saying this as calmly as possible. "I want to design formal pants for women."

Hanyu frowns. "Come again?"

You take a deep breath again. "I want to make ladies' pants. I want them to have the option of wearing dresses or pants when they leave the house."

Hanyu puts down his glass on a nearby table. "I must be feeling tipsy..."

You didn't let that faze you. "Dresses are beautiful, but they're... not really a convenient option for every situation. When women work in the fields, they have tie their dresses in a bulky knot to make sure there's no stain and such. When women take long train rides they have to keep their legs closed the whole time, even if it's uncomfortable."

You were determined to let Hanyu see this through. "Even in war, female soldiers are forced to wear skirts. Don't we want them to run faster when the bullets are flying?"

You let your thoughts spill out in one breath. You look at Hanyu nervously when you were finished speaking. You were hoping that this one opportunity would work. Every fashion brand turned you down every time you would speak of making women's pants.

Hanyu's mouth twists into a mocking smile. "Oh please, modern women already live in the best possible era. Since the end of the war seven years ago, both hemlines and sleeves have been shortened like never before." He takes another glass of wine from one of the trays. "Women can even dance in clubs like men, showing off their calves and arms. If anyone tried that thirty years ago, they would've been arrested."

"I know that women have a little more freedom than they used to when it comes to clothing, but I think they can have even more freedom." You added.

Hanyu scoffs. "Only women who do hard labor wear overalls like men. Why don't you ask another woman?" Or do they want to wear pretty little dresses while they bake pretty little cakes and drink pretty little glasses of chilled orange juice?"

You felt uncomfortable with his mockery, but you were standing your ground. "That's why I want to design beautiful pants. Pants as beautiful as dresses. And I'm not saying every women has to wear them, but they should be given the option."

Hanyu examines you without saying a word. Finally, he speaks, "May I ask what's your current job?"

You felt your heart sank. "I'm a singer at the Mad Rabbit."

"When given the choice of a sexy dress and a modest pair of pants... women won't want the pants. Men won't want the women to wear pants, either." Hanyu shakes his head, disappointed. "To think, just an hour ago I was still wondering why on earth a girl with your skills wasn't already working in the fashion industry. It turns out it's not because you don't want to, but because you can't." He sneers. "You're an amateur who doesn't understand the market."

'This is the same as every other time.' You tried to keep your chin up, but it was hard to do so when the result you wanted didn't happen again. You feel your heart plunge, drowning in the heavy atmosphere of the room.

"Time to wake up, daydreamer." Hanyu flicks your forehead. "This little chat is over."

You hold your forehead as Hanyu leaves to talk with the rest of the staff. Seeing as you don't have any reason to stay, you leave the studio, dejected.

You didn't know how you managed to get to the Red Rabbit, but when you did you manage to put on a clean set of clothes. Your simple, layered top with golden embroidery of the sleeves along with your handmade pants made you feel slightly better, but you were still disappointed.

"Start rehearsing, (y/n)," You hear Dormouse say once you finish dressing up. "Don't cause any more trouble tonight."

"...okay." You say, letting out a sigh.

"If you screw up again--" "You'll dock me a week's pay." You cut him off, knowing the consequence. Dormouse only smiles mockingly, patting your shoulder. "I'm glad you know that. Now get going!"

You watch dormouse walking away satisfied as you slump down on the couch. "(y/n)?" You look up in seeing Emma, her arms crossed as she looks at you worriedly. "Why do you look ten years older than you did yesterday?" She asks you.

You look away. "Mitsuya got me a chance to meet the Azuki Hanyu. Do you know about him?"

"Of course I know him." Emma rolls her eyes. "He's the only one with tinted glasses whose dresses cost two houses."

"I told him about my design concept about women's pants, but he just..." You trail off, not wanting to say anything further.

Emma laughs. "I thought you got used to rejection long ago."

"Emma, it's not funny." You look up at her again, showing a look of discomfort.

Emma sighs. "Okay, okay. No more jokes. Please get up, sweetheart..." She shows a look of concern.

"I'm so tired." You admit.

"You have to get up." Emma says sternly. You give in, standing up listlessly. The blond only hugs you gently, smelling her rose perform as she pats your back. "First, stand back up as soon as you can when you fall." She starts to say, comforting you. "Second, no matter what happens... you'll always have me by your side."

"Emma..." You mood lightens, smiling at her comforting words.

"Good." Emma laughs a little, breaking the hug. "Now let's talk about you getting married."

"Come again?" You look at her, surprised.

"I've been thinking about this a lot." Emma puts her hands on her waist. "You can't sing here anymore. Dormouse is just squeezing the life out of us just for a few more tips. I don't mind staying up all night, but that's not the case for you."

You didn't like where this was going. "So...?"

"So, I'm finding you a wonderful husband. He'll keep you fed and you can design all the pants you want." Emma says casually.

You shake your head. "Emma, I'm not interested in your marks."

"(y/n), you still remember how unhappy our parents were, right?" Emma asks you. You look back on it, remembering the looks on your parents' faces... they loved each other a lot, but they were struggling. Which led them to numerous arguments and eventually... well, their passing.

"I can stay single for the rest of my life if I have to." You say coolly. "I won't spend my life with someone unless I really love them. No matter how poor I am, I can always earn enough money to buy fabric."

Emma shakes her head, but she was smiling. "You're losing your voice, but you're still going on about your cloth, scissors, and sewing machine."

"Of course!" You exclaim. "Fashion is my passion!"

You let out a cough at that. Emma pats your back, helping you breathe. "Forget it, I don't want to argue with you. Go back to your loft and rest. I'll tell Dormouse you're taking the day off."

You walk back down to your small loft downtown Star City, where rent is cheapest. The roof leaks and the power goes out all the time, but you put a lot of effort into decorating the place.

You bought yourself a secondhand table, a secondhand sewing machine, and a lamp with a hole in the shade at the flea market. Some of your old design drafts were pasted over the hole in the lampshade. Whenever you would turn on the lamp, your designs for women's pants are illuminated.

'How do I describe my feelings...? Have I finally suffered so many disappointments that I have given up? Is this peaceful feeling... resignation...?'

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You reach the door in less than five steps. You only see a familiar lilac-hair male, wearing his pajamas. "How did it go with Hanyu-san?" He asks you.

"Terribly." You answer dryly.

"...sorry." Mitsuya pats your back. "Do you... do you want to talk about it?"

You let Mitsuya inside of your loft, and you begin to tell him about Azuki Hanyu's criticism and how Emma is trying to find a customer to marry you. Mitsuya just listens attentively, and only speaks when you finish. "What do you think of Emma's plan?"

"In our society, most women would choose a suitable marriage partner as soon as possible... only poor women go out to work." You say bitterly. "But I'm not marrying some random man and become his dependent... I'm afraid that designing and making clothes will just be playing house to him."

"Emma knows you won't consider her suggestion. I know that, too." Mitsuya says.

"What... what do you mean?" You ask, looking at him.

Mitsuya stares back at you. "Emma called to tell me about you. Don't get mad at her for saying things like that. She's just worried about you." He pats your back. "And I'm here to listen. Maybe you can vent some of your frustration on me."

"I know." You smile a little. "No one cares more about me than you and Isadora."

"Take this." Mitsuya hands you a train ticket. You look at him, surprised. "A train ticket to Sapphire Island?"

"Like Emma said, you can't continue working at the Mad Rabbit." Mitsuya advises. "It pays well, but at the cost your energy. You don't have enough time to focus on designing. And it's taking a toll on your health. It's not worth it."

"I know that, but why would I go to Sapphire Island?" You ask curiously.

"You need a vacation." Mitsuya says with a smile.

"That word isn't in my dictionary, Mitsuya." You tell him.

"You can add it in now." Mitsuya persuaded. "A monotonous life... it traps people inside it. It's like a transparent box. You can't see it, but it suffocates you just the same." He urges you to keep the train ticket in your hands. "Friends help friends get free of the box whenever they can."

"This vacation will cost me half a year's savings." You say, shaking your head.

"You said you wanted to visit this island, since it's where art is originated." Mitsuya reminded. "Don't worry about the money, I've already paid the hotel through an agent."

"Where... did you get the money?" You eye him suspiciously.

Mitsuya shakes his head. "Don't worry about that. All you have to do is enjoy your vacation and get some inspiration. When you're fully relaxed and inspired, come back and get a new job."

You stare at the ticket before looking back at Mitsuya. You had to admit, Mitsuya has a convincing way with words. But he was right. If you lose your health and dreams... you wouldn't have anything left. Not to mention that you know Mitsuya is frugal. He either borrowed money or asked for an advance on his salary. Besides, it would be selfish to use his means of sustenance.

"I'll take the vacation." You tell him. "But, I insist on paying it for myself."

Mitsuya laughs a little. "Fine. I respect your wishes. And remember," He then pulls you into a hug. "You're not a daydreamer. You're a visionary."

You hug him back. Mitsuya normally smelled of paint, but this time he smelled of cinnamon-scented perfume. When he pulls away, he pats your head. "Have a good night's sleep."

Once Mitsuya leaves the room, you grip the train ticket lightly and cheer yourself on.

This visionary is going to Sapphire Island!

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♥ - Fluff ♣ - Angst ♦ - AU

NOTE: These are the main characters within each gang. The others not mentioned will be in the "Others" Section. Other characters will be written if ever requested

・❥・Tokyo Manji Gang

Hanagaki Takemitchi Sano "Mikey" Manjiro Ryuguuji "Draken" Ken Baji Keisuke Mitsuya Takashi Matsuno Chifuyu Hakkai Shiba Kawata Nahoya Kawata Souya

・❥・Valhalla

Hanemiya Kazutora Hanma Shuuji

・❥・Black Dragons (1st & 10th Gen)

Sano Shinichiro Imaushi Wakasa Arashi "Benkei" Keizo Akashi Takeomi Shiba Taiju Inui Seishu Kokonoi Hajime

・❥・Tenjiku | Bonten | Kanto Manji Gang

Kurokawa Izana Hitto Kakucho Haitani Ran Haitani Rindou Madarame Shion Mochizuki "Mochi" Kanji Kisaki Tetta Muto "Mucho" Yasuhiro Akashi "Sanzu" Haruchiyo

・❥・Others

Tachibana Hinata Sano-Kurokawa Emma Shiba Yuzuha Akashi "Kawaragi" Senju Inui Akane Minami "South" Terano Sato Ryusei Hishi Kojiro

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#Octoberabble Day 2: Bliss

Title: Wondering Bliss

Summary: Some are oblivious to their surroundings. But for one reason or another, Madarame Shion always felt like something was missing from their family.

Fandoms: Bleach, Tokyo Revengers

a/n: as stated, these series of drabbles are heacanons and also maybe hinting at my tokyo revengers rewrite fic; “paradisus-paradoxum” also uh my initial character interacting with shion would be ikkaku but i decided on a different character hehe. also uh if aikawa’s a bit out of character, i apologize

The last time Shion gave a fuck about family was when he was fourteen or something. But after that? He left the house for good.

And then his father even had the gall to visit him in the detention center to tell him that he can’t use the family name anymore.

Shion’s response? Screw him entirely.

But there was something… missing. Sure, Shion literally had the means and finances to live comfortably. But there was something that he lacked.

He tried fighting—hell, he beat people and got beaten. But somehow nothing seemed to work.

Shion felt incomplete.

“Hey,”

Shion looked up at the voice, seeing that familiar-looking hairdo and sunglasses that looked overly outdated was never a surprise anymore. “…what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, jackass.” Aikawa only sits down next to Shion, handing him an ice pack. “You look like shit.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Shion says through gritted teeth, taking the ice pack and placing it on his head.

There was an uncomfortable silence before Aikawa let out a sigh. “…you shouldn’t be getting into shit like this.”

Shion glanced at him before looking away. “I think I’m just destined to get into fucked up shit like this.” He chuckled dryly.

The silence appeared again but this time it was more… fitting. Like there wasn’t much to say, but it was better than being awkward.

For Shion, this was comforting.

Maybe he was just missing someone to share the silence with.

#norrisworks #bleach #tokyo revengers #madarame shion #aikawa rabu #aikawa love #octoberabble #octoberabble2023

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#Octoberabble Day 1: Unseen

Title: Unseen Familiarity

Summary: Kira Izuru didn't remember much of his family, aside from his parents dying just before he would enter the academy. Yet once he saw that blue-haired kid with blank eyes, he knew that he had seen that kid before.

Fandoms: Bleach, Inazuma Eleven Ares no Tenbin

a/n: as stated, these series of drabbles are heacanons and also maybe hinting at my tokyo revengers rewrite fic, “paradisus-paradoxum” also the fact that kira and mizukamiya share the same voice actor lmao

A kid with blank eyes was sent to the Fourth Division Barracks that morning. It was Hinamori that brought the kid in her arms while Isane was already setting up an available room and bed.

Izuru was already discharged when he heard the door bursting open, and Isane was carrying a kid—a boy, more specifically.

Dual-toned hair, pale skin, a scar on his leg, and scratches all over his body.

For some reason, Izuru found him familiar.

Out of a habit, he made frequent visits. Just asking Isane if the kid ever woke up or showed signs of healing.

It was during one of their rare off days when Hinamori decided on asking. “Izuru, are you worried about him?”

“Well, he came to the barracks, unconscious and injured.” Izuru says with a shrug.

“That’s evident but there’s something else to it.” Hinamori puts a hand on his shoulder, looking at the blond worriedly. “I know you. You have that stare whenever something’s bothering you.”

Izuru couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, putting his hand on top of hers. “I guess you can say that…” his smile fades, and he sighs. “He just looks like his past self… went through a lot.”

And Izuru wasn’t wrong. A few days after his and Hinamori’s conversation, he visited the barracks again to find the kid awake. He was sitting up on the bed, but his stare was still blank.

Isane asked Izuru to watch him for a little while she had to get some more bandages, so that left the two alone.

Now that the kid was awake, Izuru saw that his eyes somehow had three colors of blue, pink, and purple. It was… odd, but then again, he wasn’t judging on appearance.

He saw that the tray of food was left untouched except for the glass of water.

“…you should eat.” Izuru tells him.

“…not hungry.” The kid answered quietly.

There was an awkward silence between the two.

“…Mizukamiya.” The kid introduces. “Mizukamiya Seiryuu.”

Funny. The syllables of the kid’s name was similar to his own name. “Kira Izuru.” Izuru introduced, clearing his throat.

Another silence approached at them and Mizukamiya sighs. “…I don’t remember how I got here. I just remember… blank. Just white.” He looks up af Izuru. “Is that normal?”

Izuru just nodded. “It… it is. But you’ll be able to adjust.”

Mizukamiya looks at Izuru’s attire, then back at him. “Are you… normal?”

Izuru just shrugs. “I guess so.”

He knew that he had seen that kid before.

He just… didn’t know where.

And why.

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