#same goes for serizawa

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finally finished reading the reigen spinoff-manga. i will never emotionally recover from this

#mp100 #reigen arataka #dia rambles #spoilers incoming with the ramble #first of all. what the fuck. why is this suddenly horror. why are these curses/spirits some of the most disturbing shit i've ever seen #like just the weird face that followed tome's teacher around was just. its the type of horror where you dont wanna look at it #second of all. i fucking love the side characters #tome's lil friend group and how they later geniunely talk about their interests #also that one small panel in chap 7 with the girl that likes making manga looks like a completely different artstyle it took me off guard #also hoshido-kun. my baby boy. very glad you quit working for roshuuto but also good fucking luck with your lil crush on tome #that girl is a gigantic lesbian. she's disastrous (<-delirious because of a single panel of her blushing after that one girl thanked her for #rescuing her) #speaking of roshuuto #he is a bitch ass motherfucker i wanna see him get sucker punched SO BADDD #and dimple<3 him telling tome that basically no human knows everything about their own world how is he supposed to knwo everything about the #spirit world #and love the lil trans crumbs ''i'm a guy but..'' ''some had no gender when alive'' etc etc #i only have like three tags left but just know that my brain is rotating reigen and his whole deal in my head like a roteserie chicken #same goes for serizawa

[iced-bees]

everyone in mp100 is trans and it's up to the viewer to decide what that means

#mob is transfem #teru is transmasc #ritsu is nonbinary #reigen is genderfluid #serizawa is transmasc #tome is nonbinary #um. onigawara goes by he/they but lately with extra emphasis on the they #same for shou actually #dimple absorbs the gender of every spirit he eats

[maedae-maedae]

Did we...?

☆ Reigen Arataka x F!Reader

☆ Genre: Fluff and Smut

☆ Warnings: NSFW 18+, Alcohol

☆ Contents: Drunken confessions, Drunk foreplay, Dry humping, Lots of kisses, Sub!Reigen, Morning after, Sexual tension, Awkward tension, Romanic fluff, Co-workers

☆ Word Count: 7.8k

☆ Summary: It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Reigen, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And… The rest is a blur for right now.

When he wakes up the next morning and sees you next to him, he has to wonder...

☆ A/N: The new season being out gave me some inspiration. I love this sexy loser of a man. The morning after scenario is given to you before the actual drunken events, to keep some mystery going at first! But you can scroll down and read the night before first if you'd like. Also, I'm realizing this is my first smut I'm publicly sharing, so I hope it's alright! If it's well received, maybe I'll publish some other old ones I have in the drafts.

Hope you enjoy!

The morning after:

10:38am on a Saturday morning.

Light fights to shine through thick curtains that cover the windows. A wake up call, the start to another day of doing to same thing over and over again. Nothing new or exciting. Wake up, go to work, fight some evil spirit maybe, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. 

These are Reigen’s thoughts as he starts to come back into consciousness. He fights the automatic reflex to open his eyes. Maybe he’d call out sick just this once, take a break. The thought crosses his mind, but he knows he can’t do that. Also, if he goes to work, at least that means he gets to see you. You would be in the office not long after he gets there, and he’d get to spend the day getting to talk with you, and sneaking little glances at you as you do your work (that he still can’t believe you came to him to do). 

He finally starts to open his eyes, slowly, bringing up his hands to rub the grogginess from them. 

That’s when he realizes this isn’t just another regular morning. 

After wiping his eyes, his first thought is “this isn’t my ceiling”, as he stares up at the unfamiliar pattern. His eyes glance over at the night stand next to him. Not his.

Fuck. Where am I? 

Suddenly memories of yesterday start to flood his mind, along with a headache, and just an overall shitty feeling. 

Yesterday. He remembers now. 

It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Him, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And…

The rest is a blur for right now. 

He feels someone stir around a bit next to him. 

Shit shit shit.

He wouldn’t have hooked up with some random person right? He’s literally never done that before so that doesn’t make any sense. His mind races. Then he thinks about you. He’d only want to do... that… with you. It’s possible, but there’s no way, right? You would never… you would never with… him… right? 

His mind repeats this as he turns his head slowly to the other side. His eyes widen when they see your face, fast asleep. You looked angelic. His face goes red, mind goes blank. All he can think about for a moment is how gorgeous you look, until he remembers again the situation he’s in right now. 

He brings a hand up to his mouth, his mind quiet for another moment.

Then it starts again.

No no no… we didn’t… last night… did we?!?! SERIOUSLY? But I can’t remember, I  must’ve been seriously drunk. Was she drunk? Fuck, did I take advantage of her? Shit shit. She’s gonna hate me when she wakes up. What if she quits? What if she-

You make a slight noise in your sleep as you shuffle a bit, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts again. His body goes completely stiff. 

Then he comes to another realization. 

He lifts up his side of the covers a little, and confirms that he’s still wearing his suit. Most of it, at least. His coat is gone, but his shirt still on. Though, it’s mostly unbuttoned, barely coving his chest, and his tie is laying next to him. But his pants and socks are still on, and when he reaches his hand down, only the button on his pants is undone but they’re not unzipped. Why would he put his pants back on at all, if they were off, and why would he re-zip them? 

He does this mental investigation for a bit, trying to figure it out. He starts to convince himself that maybe nothing happened, calming his anxiety about the situation. 

He looks up at you again. He should check what you’re wearing too, that would be a real tell tale sign. But as he places his hand on the sheet to take a peek, he stops himself. 

What if you are naked under the covers right now? What if he lifts up this blanket and you’re fully exposed to him? 

He grips the blanket, his face turning red again. He cant do it. 

Damn it reigen, you fucking loser. Just look. This is important. He thinks. But it’s possibly an invasion of privacy, right? I can’t. But if she is naked then that means we already…

His thoughts continue to race as he has this stupid inner debate with himself.

Right, I can just pull down the covers a little. At least see if she has a top on. I don’t have to see her whole body to find out! Is the conclusion he comes to. 

When he does this, he finds what he was hoping for, but also something he wasn’t even expecting. You are indeed still wearing the dress from last night, to his momentary relief. However, there’s also a dark noticeable hickey placed on the right side of your neck. 

His eyes practically pop out of his skull seeing it. 

DID I DO THAT???

He continues to pull the blanket down, revealing THREE more smaller marks on your chest where the neck of the dress scooped down. 

His mind actually recalls a few moments now, of the two of you making out. His hands all over you last night. Short erotic scenes play in his mind like a porn trailer. His face goes red and he turns to be on his back again, smacking his hands over his face in distress. 

IM DONE FOR!!! IM GOING TO JAIL! 

Okay, dramatic. 

That’s when you start to stir awake. He jumps a little when he hears you take a deep inhale, and looks over to see if that means you’re waking up now. You stretch your arms out, rubbing your eyes as well to wake up. After blinking a little, your eyes meet his. If you were more awake right now, you might be able to read the slight panic on his face. He only makes eye contact with you for a few seconds before going back to facing the ceiling and draping his arms over his face.

“Good morning.” You say in a sleepy voice, blushing lightly. This was kinda awkward. 

You’ll admit, you were a little confused at first when you saw him, but your memory of last night is clearer than his is, so you end up remembering what happened after a little bit. You assume he remembers as well, maybe not realizing he was actually much more drunk than you. 

Relief washes over him when he hears your greeting, and you’re not bewildered like he was, or god forbid angry. He unintentionally lets out a sigh with this, and you watch him intently as he does. He won’t look at you.

“Are you… feeling okay?” You ask, still feeling awkward. You’re really not sure what to say after last night. It was really intense and you’re still flustered remembering it. You’re wondering how he’s feeling about it. But judging by his demeanor right now, you can’t imagine it’s good. Your stomach clenches with anxiety.

“Yeah… Yeah. I’m great just. Have a hangover..” He replies. He really cant bring himself to look at you in the eyes right now. And anyways, he thinks his eyes would just immediately go to the huge marks he left on you. Then he’d think about those memories again. And he already has an erection now. Shit.

Your stomach sinks, feeling terrible, as if you’re responsible for said hangover. You begin to sit up. “Oh, yeah! Of course. I can get you some medicine and something to eat. Just-“

“No no. I’m fine I-“ He uncovers his eyes to look at you finally. Bad idea. One of the dress straps hangs off your shoulder as you face him sitting up. It’s barely coving one of your boobs. His eyes go straight there, he can’t help it. He immediately whips he’s head over to look in a ridiculously far direction.

You blink a few times. He’s being weird. Even for him. You look down to where he had glanced and immediately blush, pulling the strap back up. That’s when you notice one of the marks that you hadn’t yet seen in daylight. Your eyes widen in surprise. 

You both sit in silence for a few seconds. 

You clear your throat. “Um. I’m gonna.. get you some uh… I’ll be back.” You say, and he hears you get up off the bed and leave the room.

Reigen immediately lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He sits up a little, taking a look around the room. It was small, but nicely kept and definitely your style. He rubs the back of his head.

Jeez. This is messy. He thinks. Considering the fact that the two of you have to work tomorrow. How was he going to talk to you about it? He couldn’t just leave and pretend nothing happened, though he kinda wanted to. But I mean. He cant believe he even got this far with you, even if he was drunk. He had no idea you felt the same. But his fear was that maybe you didn’t, maybe you just went along with it because you were drunk. People do crazy things when they’re drunk. 

Meanwhile, you’re thinking the same thing. From your point of you, he seemed totally ashamed and regretful about the whole thing. Maybe Reigen was just feeling some type of way due to all of the alcohol, and in the heat of the moment decided to pursue you. Despite what he said to you that night, you never know. People do and say crazy things when they’re drunk. 

When you walk back in with a tray, you see him staring out the window next to your bed, the curtain open now. When he looks at you he’s surprised you’re wearing different clothes now. You had changed out of your dress with some dry laundry you had in your living room, as to maybe make him less uncomfortable. 

You place the tray on the bedside table, which holds six pieces of toast, some medicine, and two glasses of water. 

“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to..” He starts calmly, going to reach for the water. He seems to have relaxed a little. 

“It’s okay, I needed to eat something too.” You say, grabbing a water and a piece of toast, and sitting next to him on the side of the bed. 

You look down at your feet as you listen to him take a swig of water and gulp down some pills. Your hand grips the cup as you look at your reflection through it, and you can’t seem to bring yourself to eat yet. You’re still uneasy. 

“Well,” Reigen starts suddenly, interrupting some thoughts you were having. “We got into some trouble last night, it seems.” He says, finally addressing it, trying to be passive about the whole thing.

“Yeah… really.” You agree. 

There’s another silence. 

“I’m really sorry, Reigen.” You apologize, to his surprise. “I shouldn’t have invited you in last night. I don’t want our work relationship to be weird now because of this, but I understand if you need to fire me to keep things-“

“Woah woah woah!” He interrupts. “I-it’s fine. I’m not gonna fire you. Why the hell would I do that?” He says, confused as to how you came to that conclusion. 

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him again. “Really??? But… I mean we…”

“If anyone should be sorry here, it’s me. I mean I must’ve been really out of my mind last night.” 

You frown. What does he mean by that? 

“Seriously, I’m the man here so… If you were drunk as well and I agreed to stay over, then I must’ve been taking advantage of you. And that’s…” He looks away with a sense of shame, clenching his fist. “I’m a real asshole if that’s the case so. It should be your decision if you want to resign.” He states very matter of factly. Even though it's no ones fault really, since you both were pretty intoxicated and it was consented. But of course he feels he should take responsibility, when the consequences of a man using a woman in that way were far steeper than the other way around.

You take in what he’s saying for a moment. “Wait… what?” You look confused now when he glances back over at you. “Take advantage of me? Do you… Remember what happened last night?” 

He laughs a little flatly. “Actually no, unfortunately. Mind filling me in?” 

You just stare at him for a moment in disbelief. You hadn’t even considered that he might not remember. 

“I mean I remember bits and pieces.. But it gets pretty blurry after we left the pub… Uh...” He meets eye contact with you after looking around a bit awkwardly. “By any chance did we end up uh… Yknow-“

“No.” You cut him off, reassuring him. “No we didn’t… Go all the way. If that’s what you were gonna ask.” 

A wave of relief finally washes over him hearing this. Of course. Of course you didn’t. 

You see his body physically relax. It kinda makes you a little sad, though you’re not sure why.

“You’re.. relieved.” You say, looking back at the cup in your hands.

“Of course I am. If I couldn’t remember doing something important like that with you for the first time, I would feel like a piece of shit.” 

Your cheeks heat up at this, looking away from him. “That’s what you said… last night…” You respond quietly.

“Huh?”

“We um. We were gonna do it, but… You stopped me. You said you wanted to be sober… the first time you got to have me like that.” You inform him.

His cheeks heat up now. He said that? While he was drunk? 

“I definitely would have had us going all the way if you hadn’t stopped me. I really wanted to…Um,” You hand fidgets with the cup. “Anyways. I’m sorry. If anything, I was the one responsible. I didn’t realize you were that drunk.” 

And now his erection that had partially started to go away, is back again. From thinking about how that might’ve played out. The two of you about to have sex, but he stopped you even though you wanted it seemingly so bad. You… wanted him. 

He brings his hand over the bottom half of his face and looks off again, lost in this thought. You really wanted him. He couldn’t believe it. 

When he doesn’t answer you, you glance over at him, seeing him red and lost in thought. “Are you okay?” You ask cautiously.

“Okay…?” He still doesn’t look at you. “I…” 

You brace for maybe some scolding. You’re still really not sure how he's taking this. 

“I feel amazing.” Your eyes widen before he looks at you again. “We really almost went all the way… But it turns out I had the willpower, even drunk, to stop. Which is what I was worried I didn’t do. Not only that, but… You don’t feel like it was a mistake, right? What happened last night?”

“No, of course not! I mean.. I wish maybe we couldn’t have ended up like that sober like you said, but…” Your voice trails off, not sure what you were even gonna say after that.

There's a beat of silence.

“Well... We’re sober now, right?” He says suddenly.

The two of you just kind of stare at eachother. You feel your face get hotter when you realize what he’s implying. 

“You… Want to do it right now?”

He scratches the back of his head and gives an embarrassed laugh. “Ah, sorry sorry! You’re right, maybe I’m jumping the gun still. I should probably take you on a date first.” 

Your mouth turns up into a smile, and you let out a laugh. He relaxes again hearing this, smiling at you now. 

“What’s so funny?” He asks teasingly.

Once you stop laughing, you stand up and walk closer to where he is. You place your water and toast back down. His heart beats a little faster when you sit down right next to his chest and bring your face in close. The two of you share an intimate gaze for a few moments, and Reigen glances at your lips for a split second. You slowly lean your face in closer to his, and you let him make the final move in to meet your lips, connecting the two of you again finally. 

The kiss feels soft and gentle, not like any of the ones from yesterday. You keep it going for a while, and then pull back slowly. “You free today?” You ask, smiling.

“I can always be free, for you.” He responds easily, eyes lidded. 

“Lets go on that date then~”

———————————————————————

Remembering last night:

It's midnight on a Friday.

You’re sitting across the table from Reigen, the two of you at a pub you can’t remember the name of. Laughter rings through the place, blending with other groups of people around you, the two of you having nonstop drunken banter. 

You’d just come from Reigen's favorite soba place, where you had already had a couple drinks. Serizawa had offered to make sure Mob got home afterwards (but that man knew what he was doing). So now it was just the two of you. 

You don’t think you’ve laughed this hard in a while, and you feel so happy right now you could just die. Your chin is propped up in your hand, the other holding a bottle, listening to the man in front of you babble on about his adorable nonsense. Watching Reigen with that big smile, waving his arms around, his face painted pink with a drunken glow. You could stay here forever and ever. 

Or at least you thought.

Truthfully though, maybe you were a little careless with your drinking. The two of you kept the same pace with drinks, but Reigen's got just about as much tolerance as you of course, so you're both equally fucked up. But maybe it was something you ate then? Because you start to feel sick. 

You don’t want to spoil the moment and tell him this, but you also don’t want to end up puking everywhere. So, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you do infact throw up into the toilet. 

“Are you alright?” A women in the stall over asks you. 

But then you’re laughing. You’re laughing and giggling and hiccing between each one. You probably sound insane, but you don’t care. Even throwing up, you just cant stop thinking about him, and how happy you are. You love your job. You love your life. It's all thanks to him. 

“Um… ma’am?” The woman asks again, more concerned.

You assure her you’re alright. And when you’re feeling better again, you clean yourself up, take a piece of gum in your mouth, and walk back out like nothing happened! Perhaps you used to be a pretty consistent drinker when you were in college, so this isn’t new to you. You just wanted to get back to him as soon as possible. 

Though, Reigen did have to wait for a little while, so by the time you’re back, his drink is finished, and his head is down on the table. You feel a little guilty, and you’re now more sober than you were before. So, you decided to pay for the bill while he’s got his head down. 

When you walk back over, you kneel next to him and tap his shoulder. 

“YEAH yeah im leaving soon! I jusgotta wait for my.. my….. She’s inthe bathroom.” He babbles, waving his hand around, but not bothering to look up. Someone must have come over to him while you were gone. 

You giggle a little “Reigen, it’s me.” You inform him. His head immediately shoots up to look at you, and your eyes widen at his sudden energy. 

“HEYY! You’re back! Woman of the houur!” He slurs. 

You smile and take your bottle off the table. He watches your lips, somewhat mesmerized, as you put the bottle up to them and chug down the rest of it. Then you put your hand under his arm to help lift him to his feet. “Cmon, let’s get out of here! I think we stayed long enough.” 

He just hums as he lets you help him up, happily leaned into you as you two stumble toward the door.

“Did I tell you how good you look inat dress?” He says into your ear as he continues to lean on you. 

You blush, smiling, guiding him outside “Mhm..” you reply softly.

“I did???” 

“Yeah. A few times.” You giggle. 

“Oh. Well, shit.” He says, still smiling. 

He pulls back from you to try to stand straight again, stumbling a little. You go to grab him to stop him from falling over, stumbling a little yourself. You both seemingly catch and steady eachother, then start laughing again. When your laugher dies down, his face is close to yours. You both end up just staring at eachother for a while, drunkenly lost in each others eyes. Like, literally it’s so obvious how you both feel for each other right now, but your minds are so foggy you still don’t notice it yet. 

A car honks in the road and snaps you out of it. You clear your throat and move your head to look out into the street, but his eyes stay glued on you. 

“Okay.. shouuuld I call you a taxi?” You offer, still not looking at him.

He furrows his brows a bit. “What about you?”

“I think I can walk from here. Myyy apartment is likeee…” you put your finger on your lips. “Overrr there! Like right there.” You point vaguely in one direction, turning back to him with a smile. 

“Mmmm yeah no.” He says. “If I’m taking a taxi, yourre not walking home alone.” He pulls out his phone to call both of you a taxi.

“Okay byeeee!! See you tomorrow!” You call out, and he looks up to realize you’re already running off in the direction you had pointed to. 

“H-hey!” He shouts, not hesitating to start running after you. 

Though you’re both running pretty slow, not like you can run at full speed with how intoxicated you are, you’re both going the same speed so you stay ahead of him for a while. It’s more like a playful chase after a minute as he calls out for you, smiling and scolding you for not letting him call you a taxi. 

Finally, after a couple minutes he catches up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey! You shhouldnt make a.. drunguy run liike.. thaat.” He slurs, breathing a little heavy. 

“We’re here!” You say smiling. 

“Huh?” 

“This issmy apartment.” You inform him, starting to fish for your key from your purse. 

“Ohhh… It really was close, huh?” He mumbles, just gazing up at the building. 

You find the key and hold it up victoriously like it was a huge accomplishment. Reigen stifles a laugh. 

There’s a bit of an awkward silence after.

“Do you uhh… Need help up the stairs?” He offers, as if he would be the one to HELP you up the stairs right now. 

You turn to look at him and give him a knowing smile that he can’t really read. He’s just thinking about how pretty you are with rosy cheeks in the moonlight. A cheesy thought he tells himself he wouldn’t be having sober. He really doesn’t want to go home suddenly. 

But you say “Sure” anyways to his offer, because you didn’t want him to leave either. And maybe that’s why you refused the taxi and made him chase you here. Maybe you thought that if you had gone with him in a taxi, you’d have no excuse to have him stay over. Or maybe you just didn’t want him to pay for your taxi. Who knows. You wont admit it. 

So then you two are stumbling up the stairs together. His arm is under yours now, acting like he’s helping, but really you think you’re keeping him steady as well. It’s only one flight of stairs though before you’re standing at your front door. 

You turn to look up at him and he swallows hard, not making eye contact. 

Should he ask? No, no way. You would absolutely turn him down. Plus, he’s your boss. If he asks you it’d be a little inappropriate right? 

He decides in his brain that he’ll just head home, accepting it. 

“Well! (Y/n)!” He says a little too loudly, smacking his hands onto your shoulders. “It’s been fun! Thank you forr drinking with me tonight. I cant quite think of anyone else I’d want to have um. Drank with.” He tries to say professionally with his whole business persona, suddenly trying to hide his intoxication as well as he can.

You smile. “Are youuu going home?” 

“Well I can’t imagine I'd be going anywhere else.” He says jokingly, smiling back at you. 

“Reigen, do you want to stay over?” You offer sweetly, which totally catches him off-guard. 

His professional demeanor leaves him as suddenly as it came. His hands drop off your shoulders. “H-huh? Why?” He stutters without thinking. 

“Mmm…” You look down at your shoes to hide your blushing from him. “I just thought maybe, your feet hurt from running. Anddd it’ll be hard to call a taxi at this time of night, so. I mean I don’t mind..” You start rambling your words.

God you’re adorable. He thinks with wide eyes as he watches you. You really wanted him to stay over, so much that you’re saying every reason you can think of! How could he turn you down? 

“Okay.” He agrees with one word, and you look back up at him a little surprised. You stare into his eyes and he swears you do something to him that no one ever has before. He’s never felt this way. He wants you so bad he can’t even believe it himself. A sudden neediness washes over him. 

So you let him in, and you help him take his coat off after you close the door. Your every touch makes him shiver now and he can’t think of anything to say, he just lets you do whatever. 

You lead him over to the kitchen where you pour the both of you a glass of water. He's glancing around, examining the place you live everyday, until you hand him his glass. You both lean on the kitchen counter, chugging water in silence. 

“How you feelin?” You ask, sounding exhausted yourself.

“Honestly? Like shiit.” He says plainly, not looking at you. He’s been staring off for a while now. 

“Do you gotsto use the bathroom? It’s down the hall.” You offer, leaning your head onto the palm of your hand. 

“Not cus of the alcohol.” He admits.

Confused, you tilt your head more. “Hm?” 

There’s no response. After a few moments, you lay the back of your head on the counter and move over a little so that your face is under his chin, your body bent over in a weird way. “What you thinkin?” 

He looks down at you with an intense, almost lustful look that you certainly weren’t ready for. Suddenly you get very flustered. 

To tell the truth, your heart has been racing this whole time. You’ve been trying not to make it obvious how badly you want him. You’re not usually a horny drunk, but as soon as you were out of the pub building, feeling his body on you and his breath on your neck. God. You just had to have him. You didn’t think he’d actually end up in your apartment though, and you’re not quite sure what to do from here. You were trying not to make things awkward but…

Reigen looks back up and you have to calm down for a second from that intense eye contact. He broke it because he couldn’t keep holding it either. His thoughts keep wondering. The opportunities he never thought he'd be good enough to receive, but here he is. The two of you alone, hazy, standing in a dark kitchen, the night still young. But he had to be sure you wanted this too. That you were having the same thoughts when you invited your drunken boss inside.

You stand back up straight and watch him. He looks really deep in thought, still. 

“Hey.” You place your hand on his shoulder, letting it fall down a bit to caress his arm. It sends another shiver though him. “Tell me what’s up.” You insist.

He now stands up straight and moves in close to you, certainly too close to be professional at all. Your bodies are maybe an inch from touching. Your eyes stare straight at his lips as he speaks, shocked at the sudden close proximity. 

“(Y/n), I’m about to do something I think I might regret, and I need you to stop me if you don’t want me to do it, okay?”

Your heart is beating a million times faster now. You feel like you’re frozen in place, you can’t breathe, because you somehow already know what’s about to happen.

When you don’t answer, he places a hand on your chin and pushes your face up to look at him. “Okay?” He repeats. 

You nod attentively, and you both mirror the same lustful, longing look now.

Not another second goes by before your lips are connected. You’re not even sure who leaned in first, and you don’t really care either. Your lips push against eachother with way too much eagerness. You grab his tie to yank him closer, and both his hands reach up to grasp your face. I mean really, it’s like you’d been holding this back for years. 

One of his hands reaches down to grab onto your hip, using the hold to push you backwards against the counter. His body presses against yours, and you can feel his erection already. Your tongues tangle and untangle in this extremely passionate makeout that you’d both been wanting for so long. 

You reach a hand up the back of his neck and grab a handful of his hair, which pulls a slight moan out of him against your lips. Hearing his noises causes you to follow suit and do the same, the two of you starting to voice erotic groans and moans against eachother every few seconds. They echo through the empty, silent apartment. 

The sounds tip you over the edge. You cant wait anymore. You need him. Now.

You finally pull back from him, breathless, and you pause for a second to stare at your leftover lipstick smudged a bit on his lips. And god, the way he just looks so whipped right now. He’s breathing heavy against your face, eyes lidded, totally entranced by you. It turns you on like crazy. 

He goes to lean in, desperate to connect the two of you again. You grant him this and lean in to meet him once again, but you also slip out of his firm grasp that was pinning you against the counter, now pushing his chest to lead him backwards down the hallway.

He lets you push him easily, stumbling back as the two of you continue to kiss intensely. You start undoing his shirt before you even walk through the door, and his hands desperately explore your body. 

When you get in, you practically shove him onto the bed. He adjusts himself a little before you climb on and straddle his hips, and his eyes never leave you. He watches you, mesmerized, as you move your hair out of your face before leaning down to continue kissing him again. But this time, the kiss is slower, more erotic as you sensually mix your tongues together. Your hands caress his exposed chest, feeling his shaky breathing. You kiss and pull back and kiss again, letting out a breathy exhale everytime. It's driving him crazy. He palms at your thighs and your ass like he's eager to feel every part of you. 

You can feel his erection through his pants again as you lower your full weight down onto him, the warmth and twitching against you making you more wet than you already were. You start to drag your hips back and forth, rubbing against him. He lets out an embarrassingly needy moan this time, louder than before. He can feel you smile against his lips before you start to pull back again. 

“D-don’t even.” He warns before you can even say anything. The first thing he’s said since this started. 

There's a sort of smug look on your face. “Soo sensitive...” You lean down to his ear, bringing your voice low. “I think it's so sexy when you moan like that for me.” You tease, and lean down to start kissing his neck. 

His breath hitches and he lets out another moan. Holy shit. 

He’s starting to realize how much you’ve been making him feel good this whole time. And you’re being so dominant, which he wasn’t totally expecting, but is enjoying every second. He cant tell if it’s the alcohol, or if this is how you always are. But he cant believe this is actually happening, that he gets to have you like this, and with his fogginess right now, it feels like…

“Fuck… Am I dreaming right now?” He says his thoughts out loud as he drags his hand through his hair. His chest rises and lowers as he breaths heavily. You laugh a little at this, the sound vibrating against his skin.

“Do you wanna be?” You ask, pulling back again, but only enough for your noses to barely be touching, your hair hanging over his face.

“What? No, of course not.” He answers, like it was the easiest question he’d ever gotten. Though, he’s pretty sure he’s had plenty of dreams about you just like this.

“We might not remember in the morning.. We could do whatever we want..” You entice him, tracing a finger around his chest, implying that you didn’t have to worry about anything else right now. Like the fact that you’re working together, and this may make things awkward depending how the morning goes. Honestly you don’t know how drunk you are at this point, the lust mixed with whatever was left from the pub was making it feel like you were on cloud 9. You could remember nothing tomorrow, or everything.

“Mm… yeah…” He frowns a bit. You start to place gentle kisses on his face to try and relax him again. 

“It’s okayyy, don’t worry about tomorrow.” You softly reassure him between kisses, though you’re not really sure what for. You can just sense a different vibe from him now. You think maybe he got anxious thinking about what comes after this. 

He suddenly decides to sit up, pushing you up to be sitting on his lap, and immediately kissing you again. His hands stay grasping your hips and he begins to place kisses on you now, moving from your ear down to your neck. You gasp a bit at first and giggle lightly as he continues down, holding his shoulders. 

“I’ve- Always wanted- To do this with you- Yknow?” He speaks between kisses. The genuine confession makes you blush, starting to lose a bit of your cockiness from before. 

He then chooses a spot on your neck and starts to suck on the area, biting it and dragging his tongue across the one spot. You gasp and moan at the sudden pleasure it gives you. 

“M-me too.” You push out, breathless.

He starts to massage into your thighs with his thumbs, furthering your pleasure. You decide to start rubbing against him again, needing the friction as you ached for him already. 

He lets out a deep groan against your skin. “Fuck.” He starts kissing you again, moving down to your breasts. Your dress was still on, but the neck hanged quite low, showing a lot of cleavage. He had to try all day not to drag his eyes down to this area, to stay respectful. Now he’s getting to kiss them and caress them. It was almost funny, he can’t believe it’s real. 

He starts leaving hickeys on the bare exposed areas of your chest. You moan and whine as you continue to dry hump against him. His hands wonder your body, eventually finding their way back to you ass and dragging up the hem of your dress so that your panties are showing. You think he’s going to start taking your dress off, but he doesn’t. After he’s left a few marks on you, he pulls your lips back to his again. 

As you continue dragging on him at a steady pace, he starts trying to rub against you harder, like he feels as desperate for you right now as you do for him. He’s either pushing your hips down or bucking his hips up, and his groans sound needy. The longer you go, the more he sounds like he's about to reach his limit. Did he want to get off just from dry humping?

You can't lie, you wanted all of him already, it was driving you insane. This wasn't enough for you to finish, but it was hard to bring yourself to stop, as you listen to his noises. It was addicting, hearing him like this, it made your mind fuzzy with lust. Seeing him be so sensitive just from this though, made you so curious how he would sound going all the way, with your walls fully wrapped around his length. How overstimulated would he get?

You finally stop moving for a moment and push back from the kiss only so you’re a few centimeters away again. He lets out a groan as you stop everything altogether. “Reigen… I need you inside me.” You confess, voice low.

He swallows, keeping dazed eye contact with you as he breathes heavily. You try to search his eyes for any sign to stop or continue, but you don’t know what he’s thinking. 

He hasn’t really tried to take anything off you yet. It’s like the foreplay has kind of plateaued, but yet he was grabbing at you and moaning for you, looking at you like he couldn’t wait anymore. Was he waiting for you to initiate it? 

Then he nods, which confuses you a bit. Why was he so unsure? Was it his first time or something? There’s no way. 

Nonetheless, he gave you consent. “Stop me if you don't wan it, okay?” You say, mimicking what he said to you before this all began. He nods again, still giving you a lustful, obedient look. 

God he’s cute.

You connect your lips again, letting you get back into the rhythm before continuing. You reach your hand down and start to palm at the buldge in his dresspants. It twitches against your hand as you start rubbing and massaging it. You can feel a bit of precum leaking through as well. He whines into your mouth as you make him feel good. You can’t believe how submissive he is. You figured maybe he would be, you can’t lie and say you’ve never considered it. But really, it’s so intoxicating. 

After palming him for a bit as a warm up, your hand finally moves up to look for the top button. You find it and undo it, moving to the zipper next and then-

He pulls back from you. “Wait!” He breathes out, surprising you. You immediately stop what you’re doing and look at him. 

“I… Um…” He stutters, blushing and still catching his breath.

“Wha is it?” You ask gently, tilting your head, moving your hands away from his zipper now, placing them on his shoulders. 

You’re concerned why he looks so nervous, and consider that maybe your virgin theory earlier was right? 

“I just… Sorry I-“ His head spins as he trys to voice his thoughts. 

“You don have to be sorry. Iss okay if you don’t wanta do it.” You assure him, slurring your words.

“Noo, I do! I do!” He retaliates quickly, shaking his head. “I-It’s just uh…” 

You wait for him to explain, watching him glance around a bit. 

“Reigen… Are you a virgin?” You finally ask, letting your invasive thoughts win, completely throwing him off. 

“WHAT?! O-Of course not!! I’m 28!” He defends, hurt that you think he’d be so game-less. Though, it has been a really long time since he’s slept with someone. 

“There's nothin wrong with it! I understand if you-“

“I'm not a virgin! End of story.” He repeats firmly, and you put your hands up in defense, smiling a little. 

He scoffs “Jeez… I’m tryin ta be vulnerable here and you’re cracking jokes.” 

You laugh. “Alright, alright! Jus tell me.”

It’s silent for a bit then, and you just wait for his response now.

“(Y/n)… I really like you.” He starts, and your eyes widen a little. “Like, I REALLY like you a lot. This isn’t just the alcohol talking. It’s allll Reigen. I’ve wanted you like this since the first day I met you.” 

You were not expecting a confession right now, you’re so caught off-guard you can’t think of anything to do than just stare at him in surprise. He doesn’t move at all saying this to you either, the two of you just sit in stillness. 

He rambles on. “But I also wantt you in other ways... An I mean I might as well tell you if we’ll wake up with foggy memory tomorrow, but I been thinking about how I should ask you out for a while now. And well…” He looks around a bit. “This isn’t how I pictured it.” 

Your heart flutters, your cheeks heating up. 

“And it’s not like I’m not enjoying this I mean, fuck. This is everything I ever dreamed of, but…” He looks back into your eyes again. “I guess what I’m saying is… When we have sex, I want to be able to remember it. I wanna have you for the first time with the both of us completely sober. If we start our relationship off like this then it just feels..." 

“I understand.” You finish for him, giving him a soft smile. His confession really moves you, shifting the mood completely to one thats more soft. 

“Seriously, like, this is really really hard for me to turn this down! I mean I want go all night with you like this right now honestly I've never felt this fucking good iin my life. It just.. doesn feel right. Like tomorrow I think I mihght feel...-” He continues to ramble to explain himself, though you’ve already made up your mind as well. He’s totally right.

“No, I get it. You’re right. I want to be sober when we do it for the first time too.” You assure him. He smiles back at you, letting out a small breath of relief.

You lean into his ear again. “And I wanna be able to remember clearly all the cute noises you make when I make you feel good.” You add on, teasing him, moving to place a kiss on his cheek. 

He blushes as a shiver runs down his spine. His dick twitches against your thigh, to your amusement. “Alrightt… Don make me change my mind now.” He says jokingly, bringing your face close like he's scolding you. You laugh. But he also means it. You’re really such a sweet temptation, it's a miracle he turned you down, especially this drunk. He almost just said fuck it and let his pleasure take over. But you are really special to him, something came over him. He doesn’t want this to feel like some shameful hookup tomorrow. If you hadn’t even mentioned tomorrow, he might’ve just mindlessly gone through with anything you wanted to do. He was ready to follow your lead. But he knew that you’d probably regret it tomorrow as well, and he should feel responsible, being the man and your literal boss. 

You pull him into an embrace, and he does so back, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I louve you.” You mumble, the words spilling without even thinking about it. His eyes open wide at the very real confession from you, seeming even more intense than his. It’s a phrase neither of you should be ready to say yet, but just sort of slipped out in your drunken, now exhausted haze. Since the lust all wore off suddenly, you immediately flipped the switch and are now feeling all the drowsiness you'd been pushing off.

After a while of staying like this, you think you're just gonna fall asleep on his shoulder like this. You're just about to fall out of consciousness when you hear Reigen's stomach make a noise, alerting you for a moment.

“I…” He stirs a bit against you. “Shit. I feel liike I’m gonna hurl.” 

Your eyes open, immediately pushing backwards from his chest to get a look at him. He DOES look like he’s about to hurl. It must’ve finally caught up to him. 

“O-Okay leht me get you a trash can!” You panic a little, not wanting him to puke on your… anything, preferably. As you sleepily stumble around the room trying to find it, Reigen stands, only making his nausea worse. 

He gags, and you turn to him with a look of horror. 

“BATHROOM!!” You shout, getting behind him to push him there. He just barely makes it to the toilet, but manages to get it all out inside the bowl. You take a big sigh of relief.

You rub his back for a minute or two, and you’re reminded of when you used to do this for your girl friends. It’s kinda funny. 

But then he assures you that he’ll be fine and that you should get to bed, once he sees you dozing off while squatting next to him. 

You nod and do so, planting a kiss on his head before you leave him be. When he gets back to the room, feeling better now, he sees you already under the covers fast asleep. He climbs in next to you, turning to gaze at you for a little while, brushing the hair out of your eyes. 

“I love you too yknow…” he says, though he knows you’re no longer conscious to hear it. 

Whatever. He’ll tell you soon. 

#reigen arataka #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho reigen #mob psycho x reader #fanfiction #mp100 #mp100 reigen

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Age swap Serizawa and Tome edit

Plus some ideas I wrote about it below after talking at lenght about it with @acekindaneat

Tome runs spirits and such but keeping herself at a small distance because she’s terrified of sharing with other people and being dismissed so it’s a way of doing things “herself” but she’s not a psychic even though she wants to be and she needs People. Because of this she’s a little more interested in pursuing urban legends cases, haunting cases, or mysteries and tends to be disappointed if there is a normal explanation for it

Serizawa is a former shut in who was coaxed out by Tome after his mom hired her (since she claimed to be a psychic consultant) and is currently “training” him in his abilities. He just moved to a new middle school and is very anxious about being a member of society and fitting in without losing control again

Reigen is a year below Serizawa at their school and acts like a normal student during class hours and is well liked but not close to anyone but after hours he spends his time trying to “become someone of note” because he feels isolated by the norms of society. He keeps getting obsessed with and switching hobbies every other week. His current one when the story starts is private investigation. His sister is a year above Serizawa and is a top student

Mob is a NEET in who hid himself away after his powers caused several accidents and fractured his relationship with his younger brother. He only leaves to get amenities and he relies on his parents support or on a work at home job for money

Dimple is a new spirit who doesn’t know what his place in the world is yet. He doesn’t have a human form or memories but he still has human desires and impulses so he feels out of place in it.

-Serizawa finds Reigen researching into the LOL cult after he joined it hoping to make some friends and they both get sucked into the supernatural conspiracy behind it. Reigen realizes Seri is a psychic and decides he’s now into the occult and demands his boss hire him and drags him to Tome’s office

- Tome meeting adult Mezato and then coming to blows ala Reigen and Roshuuto because Tome is annoyed that Mezato is seeking out the occult “because she’s bored”

-Serizawa being cajoled by Toichirou to join his little gang and Serizawa actually enjoying it and seeing claw as his friends even tho he felt guilty about hurting other gang members but “it’s okay because Master Kurata says it’s okay to protect yourself from bad people right?” Also he was given the umbrella as a gift and Tome and Reigen notices how much Seri’s been using it and Tone mostly goes “huh you’re skills are coming along ig” because while shes supportive she also isn’t very attentive and Reigen’s more suspicious because seirzawa is spending less time with him. Due to being scared that his first real friend would leave him, Reigen is a little threatened by that so he lashes on seri. They argue and seri stops hanging with reigen. Then reigen feels bad and decides to apologize and gets caught by Toichi + co in a small hazing ritual to get seri to stop comparing himself as the same level as “commoners” by denouncing his friendship with a nonesper. So then they fight when seri refuses to and finally seri insists that he doesn’t have to be stronger or weaker than anyone else to get to have proper connections and he breaks the umbrella saving Reigen from crossfire

And then later Reigen feels bad about everything (and he also realizes Toichirou was right that he was only friends with seri because he was an esper) so he gives seri some pokemon cards playing it off by saying he had those laying around his room and gets thrown off when Seri is openly emotional about it and hugs him. Meanwhile Toichirou is reevaluating everything because everyone sort of ditched him after he wasn’t giving them smth in return (except Hatori sort of lol- Hatori likes his presence Enough and the StuCo leader Joseph who was trying to get him suspended)

Minegeshi is like 20 here and runs a flower shop that the kids hang out in. It’s probably destroyed now. Sorry my dude.

-Reigen wanting to search for the dragger after his sister tells him he can’t keep “goofing around” otherwise his parents will force him to settle on an proper interest

-Some kids hiring Tome to find a “ghost” that lives on their street and it ended up being Mob who refuses to interact with them in a meaningful way. Seri makes it his mission to help him. Serizawa wants to ‘prove’ hes better now by helping someone like him but then he and Mob make a connection and Serizawa understands that he has to let Mob accept himself and make that step himself.

Also Tome shows Mob the benefits of releasing one’s emotions in a safe space.

-Reigen and Mob meet at the office and really hit it off

-Teru hiring the gang to come exercise a spirit in his TV studio and he and Mob end up fighting because he thought he was the best esper ever, you know the deal. And meanwhile Tome and the kids deal with the spirit of Mogami who was a psychic child star that haunted Teru and possessed Minori because he’s jaded by people who lie and use others to get notoriety

-Roshuuto is like a wannabe popular kid that annoys the hell out of Reigen because he pretends to be people’s friends and dumps them for someone better and now he’s trying to do occult stuff for clout

-Hoshida is an exorcist without any powers that we know of but he’s really nice and genuinely cares about helping others. He’s one of Tome’s informants

-Separation arc where Tome closed spirits and such briefly after Serizawa leaves to “be a normal kid” for a while because she thinks she won’t find anything meaningful about the paranormal she was searching for because she’s only humoring people- it ends up with her meeting people from middle and highschool she fell out of touch with because of simmilar things and her realizing she should continue to do whatever she loves and she should also pay more attention to the kid who she genuinely cares for and vice versa even if he isn’t going along with her whims 24/7

-Mob trying to reconnect with Ritsu

-Confession arc where Serizawa injures his mother in an incident after he thought he was doing “better” so he runs away and has to confront his own powers- and Tome having to come to an understanding with him too

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #ageswap au #tome kurata #serizawa katsuya #misty arts

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MP100 Characters Ranked on How Likely I Think They Would Be To Use The Death Note:

(because I like combining my hyperfixations ✨)

Mogami. I don't think I have to explain this one.

Ritsu. He is going on a killing spree IMMEDIATELY the boy practically IS Light Yagami, his name is literally spelled with the kanji for justice and he already went on one power-hungry crusade, he is RIPE on the Kira tree og

Dimple. He already has the god complex down, he just has to get on board with the whole killing people thing—considering he's already an evil spirit, it wouldn't take much convincing tbh

Shou. He would cause SO much havoc with it but only for fun. For the meme. For the vine. He kills the Queen of England with it and cackles as he watches the ensuing flood of Megamind memes. He would also threaten his dad into compliance with it because the Death Note isn't Battle Based, it's Instadeath. "Ever go on TV and embarrass me like that again and you're going out by dysentery."

Takenaka. He's not a bad kid, but being telepathic would make him incredibly susceptible to wanting to take bad people out before they did anything wrong. Plus just getting them to shut up. That idiot that keeps having vivid erotic fantasy in the middle of science class has ONE more again before Takenaka would embrace his villain arc whole-heartedly. The only reason he's this far down is because I think he'd hesitate.

Tsubomi. I think she'd kill someone just to see if she could get away with it. Then she'd put it away and only bring it out when certain situations arose that needed a Quick Solution™. That girl knows what needs to be done and she does it—she decisive. Anything like Suzuki happens again and she just drops them dead on live television Lind L. Tailor style and then goes on about her day like nothing happened. All heroes wear pretty hair clips 🙏

Tome. I don't know how to explain this one. Vibes. She feels like she'd be gripped by the powerful urge to kill someone but it would take her a lot to go through with actually writing someone's name down. She'd want to test the Death Note first to see if it worked, so that's one person down, but anyone else would need to have either hurt her or her friends irreversibly, and even then it would probably be a one time thing. She'd use it far less than Tsubomi—two people might actually be her max.

Serizawa. I hc that people with psychic powers can see the Death Note's bad jujus or whatever, so he wouldn't have to test it to know it would work, but I still think he'd use it. If he found it while he was still with Claw, he'd use it because it was easier to kill someone that way than with his psychic powers. Even if it he found it after Claw, it'd be the same reasoning. He's definitely killed people in the past and if someone hurt his friends or his mother he'd very much take the easy out of simply writing down a name rather than going for a fight. He'd still feel really bad about it though, so it'd probably only happen once.

Minori. She uses it to see if it's real, finds that it very much is, and then locks it away in her room. She won't use it, but it'll be a constant thought in her mind. A very real temptation.

Emi. She uses it once out of curiosity to see if it's real, then buries it in the woods where no one will ever find it...but she can go back for it if she ever needs it.

Hanazawa. He's reformed but his temper is still something to behold. He's only this far down the list because he's got that "I could kill you with my powers why would I need a book to do it for me" swag ✨

Shimazaki. Similar to Teru but less reformed. "I would just kill you with my powers why would I need a notebook" two electric boogaloo. Plus he's blind and idk if the Death Note takes braille or morse code.

Toichiro. The ULTIMATE "I'll just kill you with my powers I don't fucking need that thing"

Shinra. He wouldn't use it, but he'd absolutely make the mistake of picking it up and handing it over to someone that WOULD use it (cough rising sun psychic division cOugh)

Onigawara. Talks big shit about using it, but would never. Likes to think he COULD use it though, even though he's too upright for it.

Reigen. Picks it up out of curiosity and gets a laugh out of it, but doesn't test it. He's seen enough shit to be cautious though, so he has Mob look it over and then burns it once Mob confirms it's got bad vibes.

Mob. Sees bad vibes. Doesn't even pick it up. Blasts it into ash and goes home without thinking about it again. Buys milk on the way there.

#death note #mob psycho 100 #mogami keiji #kageyama ritsu #dimple #ekubo #suzuki shou #takenaka #takane tsubomi #tome #serizawa katsuya #asagiri minori #emi #hanazawa teruki #shimazaki ryou #suzuki toichiro #shinra #onigawara tenga #reigen arataka #kageyama shigeo #mob

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Do u know any good mob psycho 100 fanfics?? Or authors??

well obviously my sister but I’m guessing you’re the same anon so 1) you already know her fics 2) you want different recs from what’s on her list (some of them being fics I rec’d to her lol). recs will skew heavily seri/rei and I’m just going through my bookmarks so it’s gonna be most recently read to oldest read. also seconding sister’s recs of bobmoss and crookedturtle. but I’ll add a fic from each anyway because I already wrote something for one while I was drafting this (oops)

Recollection by CowardlyBean

This is the journal of missing 31 year old Reigen Arataka, distributed with permission from friends and family. The version presented in this document has been kindly edited with added commentary by a loyal customer of his. -Editor’s Note

gen, experimental and in progress at 14k so definitely deserves more love than it’s getting. inspired by house of leaves; as the summary says, it’s some rando writing annotations about reigen’s journal, but Something Weird Is Going On. the 4th chapter updated so I actually need to catch up. also, sister rec’d this fic to me

Like Acid Reflux, or Love by partingxshot

Dating Reigen is like dating a single dad—only with more children, weirder scruples, and an extreme ruthlessness vis-à-vis group takoyaki discounts. He's not hot enough for this.

OR: "Me, You and Steve" by Garfunkel and Oates but with fifteen million teenagers.

OR: Outsider POV exploring Reigen’s dedication to his gaggle of bizarre children through an ill-fated dating attempt.

OR: Serizawa gets bruxism.

gen(/pre-relationship seri/rei), oneshot, 7k. oc/reigen breakup lmao. extremely funny concept, extremely good execution

Dream Dial by Alakazamboni

For the better part of nine years, Arataka has proudly worked in customer service at a behemoth of a company. At least, that's what he remembers, but a strange illness and a mysterious caller keeps trying to convince him otherwise. It doesn't help that this caller has the power to distort reality.

seri/rei, in progress, 16k. great uncanny atmosphere, and also reigen is trapped in time prison as a miserable office worker. hasn’t been updated for a while but read it anyway, the stoping point is fine

What We Make by crookedturtle

Reigen and Tome are kidnapped from the Spirits and Such office to be used as leverage against Mob. They have two goals: to contact the outside world, and keep each other safe. In doing so they engage in a dangerous game of lies and manipulation with their captors—a game with potentially deadly consequences.

gen (bg seri/rei), complete, 36k. Good for whump and high stakes interpersonal maneuvering & drama. I liked how the story extends beyond rescue and goes into how everyone navigates the fallout

Man's Best Friend by bobmoss

A cursed dog gets left at Spirits and Such. Anyone who pets it is doomed to die a horrible death.

Reigen, of course, pets it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. funny and cute and sweet :) there’s a very charming tentative & tender vibe

heart line by ruthwrites

It doesn’t really matter, he reminds himself. He’s making a change, just like all of Reigen’s clients. What’s on his hands isn’t set in stone. He just has to make sure Reigen doesn’t see it— even if it might feel nice to have that steady attention, Reigen’s hands that are so much nicer than Serizawa’s folding around his.

(or: Reigen starts offering palm readings as a service, leading to Serizawa having to confront his feelings for his boss.)

seri/rei, oneshot, 6k. getting together fluff, a fun light read that also highlights serizawa’s insecurities—the internal narration has good character voice

If you won't believe me when I say it, believe me when I don't by deathdefied

Two years after Reigen invited Serizawa to work for him, he still can't quite categorize his feelings for his coworker. Instead of actually dealing with those feelings like an adult and talking to his friend, he decided to get really paranoid and overthink everything Serizawa does.

seri/rei, complete, 26k. reigen drives himself nuts lmao

Obvious by skeilig

Tome’s perspective on Reigen and Serizawa’s developing relationship.

gen (but about seri/rei), oneshot, 3k. I like outsider perspective getting together fics, especially when the perspective character is like ‘I’m actually not invested in this except when it affects me directly’

Cover Me by flecksofpoppy

Reigen’s shadow seems longer as the days move forward, more solitary. The cuts on his face heal and the ache in his bones go away, but a new sting replaces it. It’s loneliness, the thing he had managed to avoid ever since a primary school-aged kid who could make cups float stumbled into his office so many years ago.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. getting together fic that shows off a little of reigen’s gloomier side, it’s cute

loved you just a little too much by shcherbatskayas

You learn how to let go.

(It doesn't come naturally.)

gen(ish), oneshot, 2k. 2nd person character study of serizawa’s relationship with touichiro, I liked the ambivalence; effectively captures development over time with a relatively short wordcount.

offering genuine help with genuine results by suitablyskippy

“The curse was pretty clear on me not telling lies,” concedes Reigen. “It was pretty clear on me telling the truth. But,” as he lifts one finger, already sliding into the same educational tone he generally uses for imparting wisdom to Mob about life and love and the overall holistic benefits of making sure he’s always available for unexpected overtime work on weekends, “telling the truth isn’t necessarily the same as being honest, is it?”

“You’re the professional liar,” says Dimple. “You tell me.”

(Being cursed to only tell the truth and being cursed with Dimple as an employee are pretty much equally bad, as far as Reigen's stress levels are concerned.)

gen, oneshot, 2k. the tags include friends with no benefits whatsoever, which is very apt. Very funny to have reigen and dimple be petty and shady

a slightly more miraculous miracle by suitablyskippy

“Rumour has it that something impossible’s happened. Something that could never have happened. That shouldn’t have been able to happen.” In a single slick move Mezato produces a tiny voice recorder from an inside pocket, flips it open and active, and holds it up before Mob’s mouth to ask him, in a tone of devastating intensity: “Do you know anything about… a miracle, Mob-kun?”

Mob doesn’t hesitate. “We had maths homework to hand in,” he says. “But now we don’t have to. We don’t even have to go to the lesson.”

(The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Salt Middle School has been closed by an unexplained miracle, and the only thing wrong in Spice City is the fact that nothing is even slightly wrong at all.)

teru/mob, incomplete, 55k. for the most part I haven’t been repeating authors on this list, but listen. listen to me. I need you to listen. it is extremely unlikely for this fic to ever be completed. but hark, lest this sad probability turn you away and leave you dispassionately scrolling to the next fic, I need you (you specifically) to know that if I were in the same room as you, I would be wrestling the phone/mouse/trackpad/touchscreen/etc from your hands and furiously clicking the link. when I bookmarked this fic in 2017 I described it as having “some breathtakingly sensical prose and the funniest misunderstandings I’ve ever read”. trust me from seven years ago. open your heart.

skylight by inexhaustible

unconnected snapshots in what might, in some worlds, be something a little like recovery.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. character study that nails the tension of an escalating romantic atmosphere.

come on, come on, come over (take it off your shoulder) by mortarsmayfall

Reigen's free hand cradles Serizawa's head, curled under his ear just so to turn it for a better angle. He feels his pulse pound under Reigen's fingers, shivers just the slightest bit. If Reigen notices, he doesn't say anything about it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. when I first read this I saved it as a private bookmark because I was so embarrassed by the sheer intimacy of haircuts with severely unresolved sexual tension. I’m guessing this was written after studio bones gave us reigen cutting serizawa’s hair. crumbs no more; for once we had a feast to enjoy. short & sweet getting together fic

Off-White by reigreitz

Some habits are tells.

seri/rei, oneshot, 1k. snapshots of pre-relationship and established relationship scenes, I’m quite fond of it. on my first reading I’m pretty sure I remember not paying attention to the habit piece at all (even with it being right in the summary) so at the last scene I was hit by the double whammy of ‘oh so that was what serizawa was reacting to’ and ‘AW… THAT’S SWEET…’; I think the fic does a great job of hiding/not acknowledging certain things the perspective character knows and is reacting to, which makes it fun to reread and pinpoint what exactly serizawa’s previously more opaque train of thought was. like, it’s the same stuff, but you get to read into more nuance.

the seven stages of falling in love by reigen arataka by matsunoble

You suppose one of the weirdest times to realize you've fallen deeply and irrevocably in love is when it's fuck o'clock in the morning and you're blearily checking your fridge for leftover curry.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. I was quite taken by the mundane (and sometimes unappealing) descriptions of love, and I like when serizawa has the upper hand

Mr. Psychic by beefstatic

Looks like trouble in Spice City...

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. Serizawa Acts Like An Intimidating Bodyguard During Tense/Shady Situations. fun emphasis on that potential aspect of his character, I like how it’s done.

Late by hamlingo

For the first few days after hiring Serizawa, Reigen couldn’t help but be alarmed when the door opened at eight o’clock sharp in the mornings. He got used to it eventually, and in a month’s time he was more surprised when the door didn’t creak open right on time.

This was one of those mornings.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. this is actually among the first seri/rei fics I bookmarked so I can say with relative certainty that on may 20th 2017 I decided that maybe seri/rei was not just a joke of me indulging my own spurious unreasonable whims. fun character study and has that enjoyable tension of pleasant pre-relationship uncertainty.

Quiet Talks by krypkaktus

At some point, Reigen cutting his hair twice a month had turned into a mutual habit.

seri/rei, oneshot, 600 words. another charming snapshot of pre-relationship uncertainty, pleasantly embarrassing unresolved romantic tension.

walk in by ruthwrites

It was then he realized that the reason Reigen and Serizawa were standing so close was because they were kissing.

Mob was not really sure what to do with that information.

(or: mob leaves something at the office, comes back, and walks into something he wasn't supposed to)

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. an extremely popular fic for extremely valid reasons, this is a shining example of the outsider POV shipfic where the perspective character is like. I’m 14 and did not want to see you guys kissing. and the couple is like. we also did not want you to see us kissing, this is excruciatingly awkward.

tomorrow isn't always another day by suitablyskippy

It’s like Reigen’s been waiting for the question. He stops dead on the pavement, grips Mob by the shoulders, and stares down into his eyes with an expression as haunted as though every ghost the pair of them has ever exorcised has taken up residence behind it. “Mob,” he says. “Mob,” he says again. “Tell me, Mob. Look at me and tell me. Tell me truthfully. Do I look cursed to you?”

Mob looks at him, and tells him truthfully. “No.”

“Well, you didn’t look very long,” says Reigen. “Let’s just stand here for a moment, like so, and you can have another look, a nice long look, and really think about it...”

(There's nothing strange about being called back to exorcise the same haunted photocopier six days in a row. It must just be a very haunted photocopier.)

gen, oneshot, 18k. I didn’t mean to rec the same author three (3) times but this is also one of my top faves. extremely funny time prison where nobody is on the same page ever.

space voyage by Anonymous

Tome Kurata is slightly famous—or notorious, more like—for being... a weirdo, to put it simply. She's definitely a person of interest. Just not exactly in a newsworthy way, which is obviously the only way that matters.

mezato/tome, oneshot, 1k. charming pre-relationship contention, they’re the same type of self-absorbed and tunnel vision (affectionate)

I was thinking of not writing up recs for sister’s fics but since one author got three (3) fics on the list I’m gonna also put 3 of my fave fics of sister’s

Reigen's Comprehensive Fool-Proof Guide on How Not To Be Next Door Neighbors With Your Employee (because that'd just be creepy) by MalkyTop

Reigen hires Serizawa and they somehow end up as roommates.

seri/rei, complete, 17k. a fic sister wrote for ✨ME✨ that shows off reigen’s neuroticism and his decidedly not-normal attempts to come across as Extremely Normal, The Most Normal Man Alive. there are so many comedic setups and payoffs. there are so many shenanigans. reigen gets frog-boiled into romance. actually, I drop that term a lot but I’m not sure it’s a common enough to intuitively understand. it refers to the boiling frog metaphor

If At First You Don't Succeed, Find a Loophole by MalkyTop

Reigen keeps dying; Serizawa keeps trying to save him.

seri/rei, complete, 18k. sister was insane for this because she trapped all of her readers AND herself in time prison by releasing one chapter a day. it was really funny to witness because I was the only person not in time prison by virtue of editing privilege. while we were watching mondays: see you next week (an office time loop movie), sister was saying she was impressed at how effective/efficient the movie was at picking which scenes to repeat. this is to say, as someone who notices these details, sister was very intentional about when things changed and how things changed from the perspective of a character completely unaware of time prison. also, the emotional momentum is extremely good, I loved reading serizawa’s increasing desperation from reigen’s context-less perspective.

in absentia* by MalkyTop

After what was supposed to be a routine exorcism, Reigen wakes up in the wrong body.

serirei, complete, 26k. slowburn bodyswap with mystery and intrigue. a solid casefic! I can be biased and right. there are metanarrative elements that I find fun and that, in my opinion, highlights how sister did in fact get a degree in philosophy. there’s also some fun subtle and messy characterization notes, like when serizawa asks reigen not to cook for him. it’s hard to talk about what I like about this fic without giving away a lot of specifics, so go read it.

#orlbs #mp100lb #mob psycho 100 #long post #…I SPENT SO LONG ON THIS AND FORMATTED IT ALL ON MY PHONE SO EVERYBODY CLAP AND CHEER #why did I do it on my phone? bc I am lying in bed and didnt want to move #why did I spend so much time? bc I got carried away #why am I posting at 4am? stupidity. #why isn’t this under a readmore? because fic recs deserve to be seen. I’m adding an element of hostility for spice. #fanfiction #ask #anonymous

[teruthecreator]

(tw for racism, pedophilia, transphobia, child impregnation mention)

yeah idk why y'all read this

i was originally going to just post this and have some tags with my reasonings, but i realized that opens me up to too much bullshit from people who may think i'm being unnecessarily mean or whatever. so i'm going to explain exactly why the screenshots above are something i hold issue with.

firstly, and i just want to get this out of the way, this post is not intended to be a hit piece against the creator. i've seen how she reacts to any mild-mannered or slightly joking criticism, so i know this post is probably going to not land well. but it isn't my intention to make her mad or anything--she's writing a piece of content for the internet, which means she is just as open to criticism as any other poster. and what i intend to go into in this post is criticism. i'm allowed to do this, as that is the nature of the internet. people are allowed to critique whatever they please, and if you don't want critique then you shouldn't post. simple as!

i am also making no attempts to posit myself as better than the creator. i'm not doing this for clout or moral superiority or any of that dumb shit. i simply want to discuss something that's been bothering me for a bit, while simultaneously warning people who haven't read this yet (who may be sensitive to the issues above) to steer clear. if things like casual racism or transphobia aren't properly tagged, then readers who are affected by such things run a risk reading this! same goes with people who are triggered by lewd content involving minors. i wanna make sure people are getting a more critical scope of this work than what has been hoisted up by others.

okay, now that i've gotten that out of the way, i'm going to get into my points.

firstly, the subtle and not-so-subtle racism throughout this fic, especially in relation to serizawa. i'm white, so there is only so much i can speak on without trampling over the words of other fans of color, but some of this feels so blatant it's odd it hasn't been noted earlier. it's important to note before i go into it that serizawa is specifically written as half-black half-japanese for this fic, in case the screenshots don't make it abundantly clear. but there are just too many moments of casual racism in this fic. i'm not talking about the plot point of serizawa being bullied as a kid for being mixed; i'm not mixed, so i can't speak on the accuracy there but it is well-known that black people face a lot of racism in japan. i'm talking about how it seems everyone else has these racist moments that aren't acknowledged by serizawa or the narration as being bad.

reigen hypothesizing over serizawa's exact ethnic background is just strange. yes he's a fairly observant guy (he has to be, with his job), but there is no canonical evidence to suggest he would immediately jump to theorizing whether serizawa is american or not. and the way it's posed in that first quote--"he has darker skin and the kind of hair texture that would likely indicate African ancestry"--is not great. that's an extremely inappropriate way to bring up someone's race. i don't think most people would stare at someone and be like "hmmm well your nose shape and hair texture would suggest you're of this race". it's racial essentialization that is only slightly covered up by the excuse of "oh he tweets in english". there are some other smaller moments of questionable wording, like calling serizawa's afro "sloppy" when it isnt (which btw there's another issue with the creator only referring to an afro as a "fro". it's a hairstyle; you're allowed to use the actual name of it). even if reigen cuts his hair in canon, he never states it's because serizawa's afro looks sloppy. (also there's something to be said about the casual racism baked into making your employee cut his natural hairstyle for a job, as that is a very real issue many black people face when wearing their natural hair or even protective styles in the workplace.)

i'm especially bothered by toichiro's very casual racist remarks. toichiro in this fic is a general bother of mine (most of which can be boiled down to "he would not fucking say that"), but the way she chooses to characterize him in relation to serizawa feels gross. calling a black man a slave should be a very obvious red flag, but also saying serizawa (again, as a black man) has a "brutal masculine appeal" is also extremely stereotypical and racist. and really there is just no need for it; toichiro's actions in canon prove how shitty of a guy he is without the need for him to be racist (along with other things i'll get to in a bit). as my girlfriend put it: he doesn't need to be a member of the fucking kkk to show he's a bad guy.

there's also, again, the very casual racist remark of calling serizawa a "dog". i don't care if that isn't the intent; when you are writing a character of color you need to be aware of your wording, even in insults (unless she intended to make tsuchiya racist, which i don't think she did).

secondly, the eugenics/child pregnancy bit. it is surreal to even have to write this, but i seriously do not understand the purpose of either of these bits in the story. they are so minor yet so jarring you can't help but wonder why they're there. once again, i do not think you need to have toichiro doing esper eugenics just to prove he is an evil guy. he has nuance, and by making him casually reference child pregnancy (like that isn't an INSANE thing to say) reduces that nuance to nothing. that's the only reason i could see why that bit was included: to make toichiro look worse. but, even still, the author is running the risk of potentially triggering victims of csa or people who don't want to see that by not properly tagging the mention of it (or, at the very least, warning readers in the intro notes). the only other explanation for it would maybe be shock factor??? but that's a pretty shitty thing to use for shock factor, if i'm honest. also the fact that the esper eugenics was referenced again in a more recent chapter just has me very disturbed and confused. there isn't a canonical explanation for why we see less espers who are women than espers who are men, but that doesn't mean we need to jump to fucking Eugenics. it's weird!

thirdly (and this is probably one of my biggest problems and the main reason i wanted to make this post), the weirdly lewd/sexual language shou uses constantly, along with referring to reigen as a pedo or a creep at several points. frankly, i think it's pretty fucking gross for someone in their near-40's to be writing a 12-year-old talking so casually about sex like that's normal. which, i'm sorry, but it's not. yes, teens know about sex and like to joke about lewd shit. but a 12-year-old is not about to make references to a grown man's virginity. 12-year-olds draw dicks on their desk bc they think it's funny. 12-year-olds say the word "buttfuck" because it has the words "butt" and "fuck" in it, and those are the two funniest words on earth to a kid that age. i literally do not understand the purpose of having shou be so lewd all the time. for one, it doesn't make sense for his character. shou is shown time and time again to be extremely mature for his age, but that maturity extends to shit like assembling a counter-terrorism unit and extending a hand to his father to allow him to try again. and even then he's still just as naive as any other kid his age! the omake where he's telling his guys to go to the "far right corner" based on ritsu’s advice proves that he still has plenty of blindspots that are indicative of his age. leaning into this raunchy, lewd version of shou is just weird. and, again, i think it is made a bit weirder given the author's age!!! not ageshaming or whatever--i'm 23 and i write fanfic, clearly i cannot judge there--but it is just extremely inappropriate in my opinion. also having shou be more versed in sextalk than serizawa is odd too and speaks to a larger issue of serizawa's infantilzation throughout this fic, but that's something i can get into in another post if people want an explanation.

also, the way she constantly calls reigen a creep and even has him being accused of being a pedophile during the twitter cancellation is extremely inappropriate when, again, there is NO CANONICAL BASIS FOR THIS! everyone just calls him a fraud and a scammer during separation arc; there is never a reference to reigen being seen as a pedophile in that arc. and, yes, while there are versions of mob psycho where reigen is very clearly written as a creep (looking very specifically at the netflix adaptation), that doesn't mean it's good. honestly, the creep mentions all just feel like really poor jokes that do not land in the slightest.

finally, the transphobia (aka WHY IS SHIMAZAKI A CHASER). i literally do not know what else to say other than: why? why is this a thing? why is he a chaser? what is the purpose of this? is it a joke? i feel like it's supposed to be, but seeing as the author is cis i don't think that's a joke she should really be making. it not only comes out of left field, but it's just kind of a weird thing to ascribe to a character for no reason. not to mention, it's uncomfortable! trans women deal with enough creepy antics from cis men in real life--why must they be accosted by this guy too? it's just weird and uncomfortable.

i wanna round out this post by saying, once again, that i'm not trying to attack anyone with this post. but i do hope people come away from this with a new perspective on this work, and maybe think twice before recommending it uncritically to someone. to the author specifically, i hope you can read my post without rage or indignance blinding you. i might be a little blunt or rude in parts, but it's only because i'm passionate and i don't mince my words when it comes to things i'm passionate about. to the readers, understand i am not judging you for reading this fic without noticing these things. your own life experiences will give you certain blindspots and there's nothing wrong with that. i have plenty of blindspots of my own! it's what makes us human.

there is more i could say, but this post is long enough. i ask that if you come to me in my inbox or in dms about this that you treat me with respect, as i will do that for you. writing something like this took a lot out of me, as i'm usually not so open about my opinion on shit like this.

have a good day :-)

#mp100 #side quest #yeah this is all from <- that fic btw #ive been sitting on this for about a week or so bc ive been nervous abt posting something like this #i dont want people to think im making a callout post just to call shit out #im doing this bc i dont want people to get triggered by this content and because i want fans to be more critical of the content they consum #media literacy is something A LOT of fandoms struggle with and it leads to things being praised uncritically #i simply want people to have perspective when going into a thing #anyways uh. goodbye <3 #edit: took the tw tags off bc tumblr was suppressing the post bc of it #so PLEASE heed the warning at the top if u have specific triggers and things

[serizawasgamecube]

celeste au: because i wanted to put serizawa in a situation. notes below da cut

this is a slightly canon divergent au where instead of immediately being hired by reigen after the events of the wd arc, serizawa instead goes home, reflects, and decides he wants to prove hes capable of living a normal adult life by climbing the mountain. he ends up meeting reigen up there anyway, who's there for a job—incorrectly assuming that theres nothing supernatural at play (and also because he wanted to give him a break), mobs not with him.

yes reigen is mountain climbing in a suit and trench coat.

instead of badeline's more flippant and aggressive attitude, serizawa's mirror self is a reflection of his tendency towards avoidant coping mechanisms. hes constantly begging serizawa just to give up and go home, and when serizawa refuses, he flips out and loses control of his powers.

similarly, i think instead of a double jump, serizawa gains some kind of glide ability using his umbrella after he fuses with his reflection!

originally i wanted to have dimple as mr. oshiro (since he's got a bit of a similar appearance to the security guard), but then i figured that wouldnt really make sense for him to be there. the rest of the characters would be the same as the game then i think.

i think the mirror temple segment would also be fairly similar how it is in the game, but a little more tailored to their experiences. serizawas monsters would be more erratic (as a manifestation of his fear of losing control of his powers), and the eyes would be more reminiscent of the separation arc (cameras instead maybe?)

theo's sister is, of course, mob lmao. (cue awkward moment after the plot where serizawa has to explain to reigen that theyve already met)

#mob psycho 100 #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #serirei #(only in as much as you ship madeline and theo i guess. you can absolutely read this au as platonic too!) #mp100 #hmm should i tag celeste...? maybe not #arts

[balanceoflightanddark]

I Have Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds

(Spoilers for Oppenheimer)

The original 1954 Godzilla can best be described as an anti-nuclear war film...that just happens to have a giant monster in it.

When you get right down to it, Godzilla himself was originally a big metaphor for the atom or hydrogen bomb. A big, unstoppable harbinger of death that once unleashed, it's only a matter of time before destruction follows. And you have to remember, it was made by victims of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings not even a decade after. So any allusions to those attacks are pretty deliberate on their choice. You cannot simply separate Godzilla from the fires that birthed him.

Just like how you can't simply separate J. Robert Oppenheimer from the atrocities his weapons wrecked.

It's become kind of a trend with movie goers to frame Oppenheimer as a pseudo prequel to the Godzilla series. Particularly with the announcement by Toho of Godzilla Minus Zero later this year which deals with the immediate aftermath of the bombings which sounds like a natural continuation of the events of Oppenheimer. Course there's the obvious difference between a biopic and a sci-fi monster movie.

But remember how I mentioned that the original Godzilla was an anti-nuclear war film that happened to have a giant monster? Cause in many ways, that logic does apply here. And as a result, both films do carry a lot of the same themes and tone despite being released over 50 years apart.

For one, there's a sense of dread with both films in regards to the bombings. With Oppenheimer, it's a feeling of unease as the USA pushes for the continuation of the Manhattan Project despite the surrendering of the Nazis. It was always there, but it increases the closer we get to the bombing, such as when Oppenheimer and his staff grow increasingly nervous to the testing, the patriotic fervor that takes over when it goes well, and the shot of the Fat Man and Little Boy being carted of with Oppenheimer and Teller contemplating whether the bombing will truly bring world peace.

Same thing with Godzilla. We have an overpowering sense of dread as the existence of a huge, unstoppable monster begins to dawn on everyone. How nothing seems to work against it and the creeping horror of it coming closer and closer to Japan without any viable solution being found. With Oppenheimer, we know the end story even if the characters don't, and the anticipation comes from the knowledge of the carnage that their actions will bring being at contrast with what's seen on screen. In Godzilla, the dread comes from being the recipient of that horror, and the characters scrambling to find any sort of solution in the face of unrelenting fury.

It comes to a head with the final scenes of the film, with Oppenheimer and Einstein grimly wondering if the invention of the atom bomb might've just spelled the doom for the entire planet, while Dr. Yamane monologuing about how chances are there's another Godzilla out waiting to be awakened by more nuclear testing. It's that sort of apocalyptic dread which binds the two films together, with the different perspectives allowing two different approaches to the same anti-nuclear warfare conclusion. Both from the people who made the bomb, and the people who were bombed.

And the similarities don't end there. We do get a parallel with Oppenheimer and the fictional character of Dr. Serizawa, which perfectly demonstrates the sort of differential approaches both films take. Both view their respective forces (the atom bomb or the Oxygen Destroyer) as having the potential to do so much good, not necessarily for warfare but more as an energy source for the betterment of mankind.

The difference is how both are exposed to World War II. Oppenheimer is distant, never being on the frontlines and only hearing about Hitler's death via the news. As a result (and part of an overarching character flaw), he never really considers the ramifications of building an atomic bomb. He's uneasy with it, but he'll try to justify himself by saying it saved the US a costly invasion and the bombing scaring the rest of the world off from even attempting to replicate his invention (it didn't, much to his horror). Serizawa was a soldier for the Japanese army before becoming a scientist. He's absolutely horrified by his creation, knowing for a damn fact that people will use it for a weapon, that it could possibly cause a devastating arms race, and is determined to keep it under wraps until he can find a nondestructive use for it. He only uses it to destroy Godzilla when the threat of the latter is undeniable, but even then takes his own life lest he risk his knowledge being used to create another one.

Both characters came to the same conclusion: Oppenheimer realizing he may have just doomed the world far too late and Serizawa being wracked with fear of what would happen if the Oxygen Destroyer was deployed too liberally. Again, it's the difference between the two that highlights how each film handles the same message. One only realizes what he's created until it's far too late, the other is filled with dread by the inevitability of that creation being used for lethal purposes.

So in many ways...yeah. Oppenheimer can be seen as a prequel to Godzilla, and both can be viewed as companion pieces towards one another. Of course, one ultimately still is a giant monster film, the other a historical biopic. But when the tones are so similar and themes so consistent, it's quite telling that you can easily see the two as being two sides of the same coin.

After all, the original Godzilla was an anti-nuclear war film that features a giant monster. Oppenheimer is that same premise but without the monster and from the opposite perspective. Yet both share the same apocalyptic message.

#godzilla #gojira #godzilla 1954 #godzilla meta #oppenheimer #oppenheimer 2023 #oppenheimer movie #oppenheimer spoilers #giant monsters #kaiju #movie comparison

[z0mb13-b0y-m4t30]

Reigen arataka x smr (imagines!)

CW; 18+, height difference, overstim, Lowkey short, Dom male reader, penetration.

- imagine being shigeo and ritsus older brother (I mean OLDER like mid-older 20's type old.)

- reigen gets invited to dinner at the kageyamas so he can meet the two younger boys parents! Oh my! It's the same weekend you happen to be in town.

- reigen arrives as they add in you'll be joining them, reigen doesn't mind, why should he? your just their older brother.

- he arrives before you, hes sitting down at the table, an empty seat right next to him for you when you arrive.

"He'll be here any minute."

- shigeo and ritsu are not only excited to have you meet their parents but they see their brother they haven't seen in a few years? Win win!

- once you step through that door and reigen sees you, he starts questioning himself in every single way possible.

- how the hell are you so tall? Non of the other kageyamas are as tall as you are..and that body.. damn. (Humble yourselves because we can only wish.)

- he may as well be barking like a damn dog at this point. You were wearing a suit and tie because you were in a hurry to get here from your work?

- he wants your tie to be wrapped around his wrists while you fuck him senseless. All of dinner he's shaking in his seat as you sit next to him, he can't help but glance at you ever so often as beads of sweat drip down his temple.

"Are you okay, Mr. Arataka?"

- a question Mrs kageyama would ask kindly as reigen would attempt to Regain his composure, he would grin and nod confidently even though we all know he's dying inside.

(18+ begins here.)

- imagine you took an interest in him aswell..I mean who wouldn't? You meet him in his office while dropping shigeo and ritsu off. He's stammering and flushed as he wildly gestures his hands around, trying to start a conversation with you.

- you both get alone time as the others are out doing a school project? Oh no? Serizawa is sick? Coincidence or did you use your psychic powers to change the day up just for this opportunity..?

- here you are, reigen in your lap as you sit in his office chair, he mindlessly bounces up and down on your cock, taking all of you inside him as he blabbles and murmurs incoherent words and sentences.

- he's gripping onto your shoulders before he would wrap his arms around your neck, pulling you closer as you grip his hips, forcing him to go faster with each movement, hitting a different angle each time.

- he squeals and gasps every time you reach new heights as his eyes roll back from the pure pleasure your bringing onto him.

- he cums as white ropes go onto your suit and a bit of his exposed abdomen, he's begging you too slow down but we all know if he wanted to stop he'd say the safe word.

"P-please!~ oh oh god! It's too much- please please ohhh~ohmyghh..I can't..I can't! Fuc-fucmmhmm! Faster!~ faster! More..gah-hah ha--oh faster please!"

-hes fucked stupid on your fat cock as it all goes inside him. Hes so messed up and it's a beautiful sight. Drool on his chin, face red and he's sweating like crazy, your cock twitching inside him.

Pls give him aftercare and praise him.

[creativenicocorner]

In honor of Reigen's birthday, I offer this : Sneak Peeks to some mp100 WiPs featuring Reigen!

From Chapped Lips : Was he making healthier choices? Was he being ‘An Adult’. What a word. So easily said in front of Mob and his friends, but if he got right down to it, if Reigen allowed himself to think about it - he didn’t feel like an adult at all.

Most people his age already had a steady income, a house with more than one room, married, and even - which always made him feel shocked - had kids!!!

But how, he’d often think while scrolling through mobbook to really wallow in his self pity mud pile, how did these people have kids When it felt like just last week they were all complaining about exams, gossiping over who cheated on who (and really some of them really shouldn’t be having kids).

Or was that not right either?

Reigen leaned back in his chair, idly playing with the little matchbox. People changed. People grew. Was he?

Reigen looked down at the little matchbook, pulled out a match and struck it, watching the flame bloom.

Had he changed?

He didn’t feel all that different. Same old same old. Or was that thought also a disservice to those around him.

Hypnotized by his thoughts and the how the flame slowly consumed more and more of the match - Reigen didn’t snap out of it until his fingers burned.

Damn. He really should get out more.

~

On the third ring, Mob answered.

"Hey Mob," went Reigen, then quickly added, before Mob could say anything, "no don’t worry this isn’t for anything short notice.”

He heard Mob settle. "Hello Shishou."

"You, uh, you doing good?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Good! good..."

"Shishou?"

“Just wanted to hear how uh,” why was he having such a hard time spitting it out? Four days in advance isn't short notice! "What's up?" Reigen rubbed his mouth and chin, as if swiping the phantom feeling of threads.

There was a pause on Mob's end, then he said "well the ceiling, perhaps a few pencils that won't fall anytime soon."

Reigen snorted. "Glad to hear you're mastering the art of comedy more and more."

"Thank you, Shishou. But I've always been funny."

"You know what?" Said Reigen, smile in his voice. "You got me there."

"Was there anything else, Shishou? Or did you call only to hear about the ceiling?" Said Mob, though not unkindly.

"Well, next week," started Reigen. There was the sound of commotion from Mob’s end, then laughter. Mob was with his friends.

"Sorry, what was that Shishou?"

Reigen lowered his forehead into his hand, and made his voice sound chipper. “Mind sending Dimple over next chance you get?” Gosh this really could have been a text.

"Oh," said Mob, voice tinted with surprise, "alright. I'll do that."

"Cool beans. Thank you. Have fun Mob!"

"Thank you Shishou, I will."

~

“Look, don’t tell Serizawa alright?”

Dimple zipped around, demanding an answer as he got more and more in Reigen's face. “Why not?!”

“He’s having fun right now!" Reigen, despite knowing his hands would just pass through Dimple, raised his hands and gently attempted to push Dimple away. Leaning back in the process. "And I don’t want to- look," Reigen ran a hand through his hair, and sighed, "I’d hate for him to think every time he goes off to have fun with his friends or something to worry about me. This isn’t like the train, this isn’t like Roshiuuto.”

“But we don’t know what. this. is!”

“So far? Chapped lips." Reigen shrugged, and gave a crooked smile, "And I’ll figure something out. I always seem to."

Dimple made a face, which was quite easy when usually all he was, was a floating face, but this had a High Def Sneer to it that only Dimple could master. “You are such an idiot. I look forward to seeing you haunt this place when you die.”

“Thank you for your concern. Touching as ever.”

From Refrigerator Problems (a yet to be published fic about Reigen and Teruki) : Teruki looked at him, incredulous to his hairline. “I thought you said you had too much food to deal with? Where did all the food go?!"

“Hm…” Reigen opened the refrigerator, and was greeted by the white/egg shell yellow void of the refrigerator interior, a half empty take out box, and a single light bulb that flickered pathetically to stay on. There was nothing to eat, “rats.”

“Rats?!”

“…yeah" Reigen drawled through his lie, though was it really a lie if someone mistook a dry remark literally? "Big ones."

From Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills :

Serizawa staggered, hand resting against his head. Perhaps he should have accepted the offer of water after all. 

Then, quick as the thought, a glass of cold water was was being pressed into his hand. And he was looking up into Reigen’s worried face. And, this Serizawa realized distantly, he was…raising the glass to his lips, the ice clinking over itself in the liquid, cold…very cold - all at once Serizawa’s nostrils flared. The harsh chill of snow and ice. It came clear to his mind. Just as the mental image of blood splattered over fresh snow invaded itself in his mind. 

Someone had died. But how long ago? 

Last winter? 

Or a hundred winters since?

Painted over sliding door depicting a great estate. The Lord and Lady of the estate beneath a paper umbrella, while hunters on horse back fight a pack of wolves. 

It hurt Serizawa’s eyes to see. As if the colors were off, or perhaps the brush strokes too…too something he could not quite pin. Not mesmerizing, that wasn’t the word. But something else. It made his headache breach migraine levels. 

“You’re not looking so good, big guy,” said Reigen.

Serizawa winced, it was said in Reigen’s usual easy tone, and yet, it felt like a rail spike to his head.

“sorry,” whispered Reigen.

Serizawa managed to mutter a sound that could have been an, ‘it’s okay’. Then he gasped at the feeling of warmth blooming at the base of his neck. It was Reigen’s hand. If he peeked through one eye, he could make out Reigen’s face all the closer.

All the easier for Reigen to gently whisper, “seri, i think you need a break.”

Serizawa shook his head. He tried to unstick his mouth, and, after what felt like eons, Serizawa managed to say, “something is…I think, the entity, or…I don’t know. I feel like, I’m close to…maybe a clue…”

Reigen’s face drew to a hard line, “don’t push yourself.”

“I won’t.”

“You’ll tell me if-”

“yes.” Serizawa gave a weak little smile, “promise.”

Reigen didn’t look happy at all. “All right. I trust your judgment. I’ll…ask the Takeda’s if there’s a room you can lay in? For a little while? Would that help?”

Serizawa nodded, grateful. “Yes.”

~

A truck horn pulled Reigen from his time on memory lane. Opening his eyes with a gasp, sweating. Reigen grabbed at the handlebars, overcorrecting, and just barely managing to not fall to one side. He skidded the bicycle to a stop. Breath heavy with effort, and panicked surprise. 

A lumber truck passed. Driver yelling words Reigen couldn’t process. It took him a while to even process his own hands on the handlebars. 

Reigen pinched the bridge of his nose, gathering himself. Grounded himself. He leaned over the handlebars, head hung low. Small before the tall trees, the stones, the stream, and the mountain itself. A Datsueba statue on the side of the road grinned at him. 

Why did he feel like crying? Was he crying without realizing? Reigen scrubbed his face with his hand, unsure if the moisture he felt was sweat, or tears, or both. He desperately wanted a cigarette. He wanted to fight someone til exhaustion took him. Or punch something till his knuckles bled.

The Datsueba statue kept grinning. Reigen rested his chin in his arms, looking at it. 

When his breathing felt more leveled he said to the Datsueba statue, “please be kind to me in the afterlife.”

Datsueba grinned on. 

Then, after convincing himself it was the lack of sleep, the location, the influence of the case, Reigen refilled with determination. He had a schedule to keep, and, if he could help it, wanted to be back at the Gotou house before Serizawa woke up. 

With another lollypop, Reigen sped off once more.

#Happy Birthday Reigen! #mp100 #Serirei #Reigen Arataka #Serizawa Katsuya #Dimple #Mob #Kageyama Shigeo #Shigeo Kageyama #Hanazawa Teruki #Teruki Hanazawa #Ekubo #Nico Writes #wip #sneak peeks #progress report

[bug-slappy]

i really hope they didn’t cut the line entirely but i feel like it was insinuated in this scene? expressions and positions are the same. and we don’t get to see reigens face when serizawa is looking at him surprised. everything goes quiet for a moment and it feels very important. i hope they do a flashback to it in the next ep so reigen actually gets to say it, it feels important to his character and BONES loves reigen

Hoshino (serizawas va) said that everyone gets their own very emotional scenes including himself, i feel like serizawa might bring it up in an upcoming emotional scene for him.,,,.

#mp100 manga #mp100 manga spoilers #serirei #mp100

[augmentedlavender]

5, 🖋️

Ty for submitting an ask!!

Preview: Reigen brings up his high school essay again to Serizawa. He doesn't know why.

Writing under the cut!

Reigen unlocked the door to his apartment, rather forcefully pushing it open then shutting it with his heel. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it on his bed. The sun’s already gone down, so he has to flip on his lights, at least for now. Typically the sunbeams that come in through his window suffice for lighting (which is a blessing for his electricity bill), but after coming home late from Spirits & Such, he can’t rely on it.

He tries to ignore the buzz from his phone in his pocket– tries to ignore that it’s the third one since he was closing up. There was only one person that’d be messaging him– Katsuya.

“Y’know, I had to write this essay back in highschool. It was about our futures and all that junk. I said I wanted to be someone.”

Reigen doesn’t really know why he had brought it up. He’d forgotten about it after graduation, and he’d been rather avoidant of the whole thing since it had been brought back up. He felt hollow, almost, mentioning it. Like he was supposed to be feeling something. As if someone had been putting pressure on a wounded limb that's gone numb from blood loss– but that wouldn’t make sense, because it wasn’t a big deal. It had happened years ago. 

“I don’t think you wanted to be someone,” Katsuya had said rather simply, moving through Reigen’s kitchen as if it was his own. He stirred the sauteing vegetables as they satisfyingly sizzled. “I think you wanted someone to care.”

Reigen leaned against his desk, socked-feet threatening to slip on the non-carpeted floor. “That’s awfully cheesy, isn’t it?” he retorts, because he’s not quite sure how to reply to his statement. 

Katsuya had shrugged, turning back to face him with a smile that’s so undeniably him– soft, patient, and kind. Reigen smiles back at him, but looks away before Katsuya could’ve judged his smile the same way.

“Is everything okay?” Katsuya asked, turning back towards the vegetables only for a moment to take them off the heat, then turn off the stove. After that, all of his attention was directed on Reigen. Something about it made him squirm. He doesn’t know why. 

Reigen opened his mouth to say something, but as he adjusted his posture his feet slid out from underneath him, making him yell and fall on the ground. He narrowly missed hitting his head on his desk. 

He let out a laugh as Katusya frantically rushed over to him, and before he knew it, Katsuya was laughing too. He shakes his head and offers Reigen a hand to get up. 

“My knight in shining armor,” Reigen joked, taking his hand and letting him pull him up. “What would I ever do without you?”

“You’d be stuck on the floor forever,” Katsuya quipped back, only it had lacked the intonation of Reigen’s remark. Still, he can guess the light-hearted nature of the words based on his slight smile.

Reigen’s scrutinizing over it now. Now that he’s alone in his sad, empty apartment. 

He’d vaguely noticed that the first night he’d stayed here– that the apartment took on a whole different feeling at different times of day. Once the sun goes down, it's nothing more than a dark, cramped room with little decoration. It doesn’t matter. He works late most nights. 

He glances out his window. Damn light pollution’s making it hard to see any of the stars, but it’s still a nice thought. He sighs and closes his blinds, as he always does at this time, and turns to go change into pajamas. 

He pauses when his eyes catch on his desk, where he’d fallen over just a couple of days ago, and suddenly that feeling is back again. The same one that’d caused him to bring up his dumb essay in the first place. A stupid feeling to bring up something stupid, he supposes. 

Continuing his routine, Reigen starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’d tossed off his tie a while ago, leaving it carelessly tossed aside on the floor. A part of him wants to just leave it there, the other part of him tells him that the tie’s old enough to get trashed if he does– and he’s not ready just yet to buy a new one. 

So, Reigen picks it up. 

After rehanging up his suit, he takes out his baggy shirt and sweatpants. He slips on the shirt and then the sweatpants, then collapses onto his couch holding the TV remote. 

“I think this is something you should address, Taka.” Katsuya’s voice nags in the back of his head. Why should he, if there wasn’t anything wrong? 

If there was something wrong, he would know. I mean, geez, does Katsuya think he’s blind? It's not like he’s struggling to function. There’s nothing serious about anything he’s urged Reigen to reassess. 

Reigen comes to the conclusion that Katsuya is just a worrier. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but at the moment, it’s causing him to stress out over nothing. 

…Still, he should give him some time away. Just so he doesn’t trap him in a cycle of worrying again. Katsuya deserves a bit of a break. 

A break from what, though? From him? If that’s the case, then he doesn’t think this relationship is going to work out at any level. Afterall, the implications of him needing a break from Reigen at all implies that he’s something bad. Something that can’t be constantly taken in. 

He’s always known that he needs Serizawa more than he needs him, but… 

Reigen finally settles on a TV channel after mindlessly switching it about twenty times. He leans back into the sofa cushions, and tries to relax, even as his brain doesn’t hang on to a single word they’re saying. After all, he’s just following his routine, and this is a part of it too.

#asks #wip #augswrites #reigen arataka #mp100 #serizawa katsuya #serirei

[kittick-art]

It's time for another Animatic Deep Dive!!

For those of you who haven't seen me do this before, I always like to do a massive post digging into my animatics after they get uploaded. This'll include a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff, HD stills, and a whooole lot of insight into shot choices and cinematic storytelling. All my rambling is under the 'keep reading' break!

Before I say anything, here's the link to the animatic, if you haven't watched it yet or want easier access to it while reading through this post:

I always love showing my shot sheets, and I'm really thankful for them because they manage to somehow keep me sane throughout the entire project. So here are some snip-its of that:

I also want to include my value sheet, because getting the lighting right for this project was very important to me. A bit of a fun fact: the backgrounds for the very first shot (top left) and the entire sequence where Serizawa goes outside are just barely the same value.

Now, the part where I share HD stills & go into shot composition will be meshed together here because it's a little more organized that way. One thing you should know about me is that I'm a sucker for cinematic storytelling. It's why I love doing parallel shots and other little things that help propel the story even further than just "he picks up his umbrella here."

One big example of this is the first & final shots of the video. They both feature Serizawa and his umbrella (which could honestly be considered a character in its own right for this animatic). But the umbrellas in these shots are not the same, and you also get a sense that neither is Serizawa. Where he's all alone and clutching to what's basically his lifeline during the first shot, in the final shot he's surrounded by people who love him and is able to leave his umbrella behind.

And going into a more glaring parallel, and my favorite personally, I want to talk about the two over-the-shoulder shots. They are literally mirror shots of each other, with everything including the framing. But they couldn't be more different, in order to show how much Serizawa has grown. Even the lyrics parallel each other. ("And I wandered through the house like a little boy lost at the mall" // "And I stood there like a businessman waiting for a train")

And while I'm talking about lyrics, one sequence that honestly broke my heart while working on this was the first time we hear that repeated question of "what do I do?"

This whole bit was meant to read like Serizawa was asking that question aloud. And well, if this sequence is his question, then the second time we hear those same words are certainly the answer. As if to say, "This. This is what you did."

Now. I'm a sucker for camera movement. I had a ton of it in my Royai animatic, and it was a lot of fun to figure out. But I really wanted this animatic to read as snapshots from life, like photographs on a wall. And well, photos don't have camera movements. But there is one scene in the entire animatic that does have a camera move, and it's the one where Serizawa gets dressed and the camera pans to reveal his past self staring back at him from the mirror. I think saving the one camera move for this scene really helped, because I wanted it to be as jarring as possible.

And just as a little note, because I had to include them somewhere in here, I was so happy with the two shots of Serizawa and the character I've lovingly dubbed Scaryzawa. I just really wanted to convey the fear that Serizawa had that he was reverting back to how he used to be, and I'm so glad that a lot of people enjoyed these shots as much as I did.

And now, there's one glaring scene that I've avoided talking about til now because it's my absolute favorite, and this whole section is gonna get pretty ramble-y. I'm talking about the scene where Serizawa finally goes outside. Just like I mentioned earlier, the animatic was mainly still shots, and any animation was extremely limited. But going into this scene, I knew I needed to make it special. And the best way, in my opinion, was to make it full of motion.

I just really think there's something beautiful about someone like Serizawa stepping outside and really being introduced to nature again, even if it's unintentional. I put this line in the shot sheet, and I think I've said it to a few people already, but I really enjoyed the idea of Serizawa looking up through the skeleton of his umbrella and seeing the view it never allowed him when it was intact. And trying to capture that beauty and emotion is extremely hard, and something I don't really think is possible in my style. But I'm still so happy with how those two shots turned out.

And connecting myself to this a little bit because I'm selfish...I actually finished these shots and the animatic as a whole on my birthday. It's the day before Serizawa's, and while my own birthday is always a time of reflection for me, I really enjoyed being able to to reflect on someone else's growth for their birthday. Even if he's just a fictional character, Serizawa is very important to me and a lot of other people. I think I really connect myself to fictional characters because it helps me rationalize my own growth and journey. So, all of that to say that this animatic also felt like a birthday gift to me.

ANYWAYS. Wow. This was long. The Royai deep dive was long, but this is long. Thank you if you managed to read this far, seriously. And thank you to everyone who has shown their love for this thing I spent the past month on. I don't think I'll ever get used to having people seriously enjoy the work I do. Just really, truly, thank you. And happy birthday to Serizawa!

#this is an ESSAY #but I love doing this stuff #serious kudos to you if you read it all lol #animatic deep dive #serizawa #serizawa katsuya #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 fanart #animatic #storyboarding #storyboard #Youtube

[marlshroom]

Okay drop the reigen playlist my liege 💅

okay so this is my friends playlist and there is a pattern that you should know before you listen to it,

each songs shifts the perspective, so the pattern is serizawa’s perspective of reigen —> reigens perspective of himself —> reigens perspective or serizawa —> serizawa’s perspective of himself and that pattern repeats throughout the playlist.

creep by radiohead falls under the “reigens perspective of himself”

(also i have a serirei playlist of my own if you even care)

yes we BOTH used the same piece of art for our playlist cover leave us alone(credit goes to @hillhomed )

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #serirei

[dykeyaoi]

I love love thinking about auras and psychics-- to what extent do we think they're hereditary? it seems common knowledge to little Mob that Ritsu will someday get powers too. when he does, the Kageyamas' colors are almost the same, they just emphasize different ones. their textures are different but I think that's all personality-based. we can look at Teru and Toichiro for some pretty potent examples of that.

I want to believe that color can change short- or long-term depending on what happens in your life because if you look at Claw, the VAST majority of those guys have red and/or purple in theirs, which are apparently the Evil Colors. but what my brain does with Serizawa and maybe the show does too is make him a LOT more purple-- the Less Evil color-- after he starts working at S&S. Ritsu's aura typically has more blue in it than Mob's, but if he's really stressed out, more purple seeps in. because he knows his brother would be powerful enough to handle the situation? because he wants to protect Shige? Shou's aura is much more red when he's with his dad during the Confession Arc than when he's emotionally fighting him in the Seventh Division & physically fighting him in World Domination. when a character's REALLY emotional, the range of their color expands-- see: Mob 100 % (adds green and red), Shou fighting Toichiro with his charge bomb (goes much heavier on and a little farther to the yellow side than usual), Ritsu 100% (adds red and green). so if color is circumstantial as well as familial, it'd make sense that texture is solely personality-based.

but how are psychics themselves inherited? do Mom & Dad Kageyama have latent abilities? is Teru's family super strong? it wouldn't make a ton of sense for him to think he's so special if his parent(s) were as powerful as he was. why the hell is Mob SO cracked when Ritsu is the weakest of the main four kids (though this could be an issue with the fact that he hasn't had his powers available for very long)? why was Shige able to reach ???% even before suppressing his emotions? Mogami and Teru and Mob, probably Shou too, have been able to use their powers since birth. what determines whether you can do that, or have to have them awakened?

Teru is infamous for his tendency to pick up psychic techniques like pebbles from a creek. he makes the air whips and telekinetic explosion his own after only seeing each once. but he never seems to get the hang of Shimazaki's teleportation. some ESPers like the Awakening Lab kids can only use one or two techniques because they're not super powerful, but Minegishi & Matsuo don't exactly seem to have any aces up their sleeves either. is that by choice? are their powers simply of another category that no one (except Mob and spirits) can figure them out?

we've only ever seen Shige and Toichiro share their powers with non-ESPers. my guess is that you have to be insanely strong to do that, with enough psychics to spare that your own body/mind don't even care that they're missing. what I'm interested in is the fact that Mob didn't do it on purpose, and that he seemingly gave EVERYTHING to Reigen. that part has to be more trust than anything, right? I have so many questions but it's the most fun thing in the world to speculate.

#I think auras are the only things I really Get #but I'd love to hear more thoughts on this stuff #reblog with additions! reply! send asks! I'm insane #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 spoilers #shigeo kageyama #ritsu kageyama #teruki hanazawa #shou suzuki #arataka reigen #katsuya serizawa #ryo shimazaki #toshiki minegishi #juna matsuo #toichiro suzuki #forgot him . #mob posting 100