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Yandere! who was entranced as soon as you walked into your lecture.

Yandere! who kept seeing you in mundane places forming the thought that maybe you were meant for something?

Yandere! who always observes your habits—even the little ones like how you would chew your pen or flutter your eyes whenever something you didn’t like was said.

Yandere! who kept following you around, i mean, it was only for your safety right? nothing else!

Yandere! who slowly became obsessed with all of your little moves, promoting him to scavenge for all of your social media, things you liked and disliked, everything.

Yandere! that would follow you everywhere just to get a glimpse of your his adorable face!! He claimed you already.

Yandere! who even made a bunch of plushies that looks like you, ‘of course not as cute as you !’he thought. just to cum on it every single night ..

Yandere! who stole your pen that you chewed on, peppering light kisses on it—like an indirect kiss—right? Same thing!

Yandere! that quickly found your address. Oh those indirect kisses were just not enough to satisfy him. He needed more. He needed big.

Yandere! that planted kisses everywhere in your slumber, and I mean everywhere. He hid cameras for future fun times in his house—soon he’ll get the real thing, just you wait.

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I think Momo is loser sexual

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Probably one of the things I love the most about Momokarun is how they're always in sync with each other, they matched each other's energy and they literally share the same brain cells

I love how it's always been like that from the moment they met and it never changed.

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meme redraw!!!

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Patched (fluff)

Summary: Megumi comes back from a mission with a terrible wound, limping towards you. You treat his wound.

Paired with: Megumi x Reader

Word count: 419

second ever fic!!

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Megumi winced as you gently applied ointment to the deep slash. Every flinch only fills your heart with more and more dread as you bit your lip.

"I'm sorry, Megumi, but it has to be done.." You said soothingly as he gave a brief nod—him sat up on a firm mattress, the two of you alone. If only you were there for him during the battle perhaps you could have prevented this. Silence except for the pitter-patter of the rain on the rooftop filled the room dimly lit by nothing but a window revealing the gloomy skies as you tended to his wounds. Focusing on the gash you knelt In front of him, carefully wrapping a bandage around his arm. "I heard what happened." You focused on his arm while speaking. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse.." He bit his inner cheek.

"A scratch doesn't bleed like that" You tightened the bandage, earning a grimace from Megumi. Your mind wandered back to the horrifying sight of him limping towards you, blood gushing out of his right arm after an intense battle with a curse alone. You scowled at the thought. "Stop being so stubborn!" For once, he didn't argue back. His eyes kept flickering down to your concern filled expression where your hands brushed his occasionally. Each caress made his chest tighten, and for a moment, he let himself relax under your touch that he wasn't so used to. You sighed. "You don't have to take on everything by yourself, Megumi. You've got people who care about you—you're allowed to let us help." Raising your hand, you placed it over his cheek. Megumi stiffens for a moment but he doesn't pull away. Your words hit harder than he expected, his breath hitching.

"..I'm not used to that.."

That broke you.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder, a simple touch that carried a brief moment of understanding. The rain filled in the silence, and you remained quieter than before.

"..Thanks" He muttered, barely audible. "For everything."

Look up to his face, you met one filled with adoration as a slight smile crept up on him. "I'll..I'll take your words into account." You stood there, slightly stunned for a moment before coming in to a gentle embrace, wrapping your arms around him as he returned the favor. The silence settled between the two of you, but instead of feeling strained you both felt a sense of understanding. Maybe, just maybe he wasn't so alone just as he thought.

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Clumsy!Reader x Stoic!Megumi

Summary: You're the biggest clutz, earning you the nickname Disaster Magnet from Panda. Megumi and you had to go on a mission on soaked terrain, making you reach a new low with your clutz.

This if my first fic! excuse any errors and if it's not accurate please!

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You had gained the nickname ‘Disaster Magnet’ from Panda for a reason. It seemed that anywhere you go difficulty arose.

Like that one time when you picked up a mug of tea only to stumble and know it all over Megumi–only getting a muttered “It’s fine”. Luckily, the drink was lukewarm but it couldn’t save you from the embarrassment.

Today you had reached a new low though. You were on duty with Megumi, running through the soaked terrain which only made it more of a challenge for someone of your caliber. Unexpectedly, your foot placed in somewhere it wasn’t supposed to go, only sending you flying forward and ontop of Megumi. You caught your grip on the ground– you couldn’t say the same for Megumi though. His body went stumbling and onto a mud puddle, drowning his uniform in it.  

“O-Oh my gosh Megumi, I’m so sorry!” You reached out to help him but took your hand back in fear you would only make things worse, words tumbling out of your mouth as your hands started to flail uselessly in apology. His uninterested expression and focus on his drenched uniform only making your chest tighten.

“I..I’m such a clutz..! Megumi I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to place my foot there and–and!” Tears started to edge your eyes as you turned your head, not wanting the unimpressed man to see the state of you. “I..It would be better for me to have never been your partner..I’m sorry..”  Your hands balled into fists and you turned, not wanting to face Megumi and speed walking away. Before you could make  proper escape you felt an arm wrap around yours and another on your waist. “Wait, Don’t leave!”

Your eyes connected with his dark one’s, his voice steady as he spoke. 

You froze. 

“If I wanted you to not be my partner I would have told you long ago.”

Your heart thudded as both of you never blinked once. 

His grip on your arm lingered a second too long before he let go, his fingers brushing against yours. You swallowed hard, searching his eyes for something more. “You really mean that?” you asked softly.

Megumi nodded, his expression softening just a fraction. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

For a moment, the rain and mud didn’t matter. You felt steady for the first time in a while, standing there with him.

“Thanks, Megumi,” you said quietly.

“Just… try not to take me down with you next time.” His words were dry, but the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

“Deal,” you replied with a laugh, and the two of you continued forward—together.

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YALL IM SO FUCKING COOKED BRO IM GONNA KMS IDK WHAT TO DO

I DECIDED TO ORDER A DILDO RIGHT AND IT FUCKINF CAME TODAY AND IM IN CLASS RN AND MY MOM IS AT HOME AND SHE ALWAYS OPENS ALL MY PACKAGES SO SHE PROB FUCKINF OPENED IT AND ALREADY SAW IT IDK WGAF TO DO

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Thinking about camp counsellor!Kuroo

Camp counsellor!Kuroo who is constantly being teased by his campers about you, to which he responds with an overly defensive order for them to get back to work.

“You’re staring at her again…” they giggled.

“Don’t you have a plate to clear?” he bit back, eyes narrowing. No real heat lied in his tone, any form of sternness he’d attempted to hold washed away by flustered defence.

The kid mumbled under their breath, mocking him as they turned back to their food. They had to bite back a snigger as his eyes drifted back to you almost instantly, as if he was annoyed he had to look away at all.

Camp counsellor!Kuroo who consistently snatches you up whenever the cabins have to go in pairs, claiming that you were the “pick of the litter” for reasons other than the way you drew him in.

The two of you walked a few paces behind the bunch of kids, where you could keep a better eye on everyone (as well as be alone). The not-so-subtle glances and giggles of various campers were pretty hard to miss, they seemed to grow louder every time you were alone with him. And as your hand brushed over his, the pink dusting the bridge of his nose was pretty hard to miss, too. He’d never hear the end of it when he returned to his cabin, he was sure.

Camp counsellor!Kuroo whose friends are sick of him. They’re sick of the way he’s distracted from every conversation the moment you walk in, his expression turning to that of a lovesick puppy.

One time, all of the counsellors snuck to the lake after dark and went swimming. One minute Kuroo was telling a funny story, and the next he was doing a backflip off of the dock. Sure, Bokuto had as well, but… that was Bokuto.

When he came back up for air, he didn’t waste a second in swimming back to the array of wooden planks that you were perched on.

“You see that? You think it was cool? Yeah? You think I’m cool, dontchya?”

Kenma’s scoff could be heard from the cabins.

Camp counsellor!Kuroo who is really just a big loser. He’d tell cheesy jokes and makes subtle jabs at his friends under his breath, though the curl of his lips tells you it’s all fun and games. He’d save you a seat in the cafeteria and offer to wash dishes for you so that you didn’t have to. There were times when he hadn’t noticed you, and the sight of him giggling heartily with his campers as they (attempted) to make bracelets, the rise and fall of his chest with every chuckle.

Conveniently, you found one of those very same bracelets left on your bunk bed later that night.

He claimed it was from one of the kids.

General tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniya

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Thinking about camp counsellor!Kuroo

Camp counsellor!Kuroo who is constantly being teased by his campers about you, to which he responds with an overly defensive order for them to get back to work.

“You’re staring at her again…” they giggled.

“Don’t you have a plate to clear?” he bit back, eyes narrowing. No real heat lied in his tone, any form of sternness he’d attempted to hold washed away by flustered defence.

The kid mumbled under their breath, mocking him as they turned back to their food. They had to bite back a snigger as his eyes drifted back to you almost instantly, as if he was annoyed he had to look away at all.

Camp counsellor!Kuroo who consistently snatches you up whenever the cabins have to go in pairs, claiming that you were the “pick of the litter” for reasons other than the way you drew him in.

The two of you walked a few paces behind the bunch of kids, where you could keep a better eye on everyone (as well as be alone). The not-so-subtle glances and giggles of various campers were pretty hard to miss, they seemed to grow louder every time you were alone with him. And as your hand brushed over his, the pink dusting the bridge of his nose was pretty hard to miss, too. He’d never hear the end of it when he returned to his cabin, he was sure.

Camp counsellor!Kuroo whose friends are sick of him. They’re sick of the way he’s distracted from every conversation the moment you walk in, his expression turning to that of a lovesick puppy.

One time, all of the counsellors snuck to the lake after dark and went swimming. One minute Kuroo was telling a funny story, and the next he was doing a backflip off of the dock. Sure, Bokuto had as well, but… that was Bokuto.

When he came back up for air, he didn’t waste a second in swimming back to the array of wooden planks that you were perched on.

“You see that? You think it was cool? Yeah? You think I’m cool, dontchya?”

Kenma’s scoff could be heard from the cabins.

Camp counsellor!Kuroo who is really just a big loser. He’d tell cheesy jokes and makes subtle jabs at his friends under his breath, though the curl of his lips tells you it’s all fun and games. He’d save you a seat in the cafeteria and offer to wash dishes for you so that you didn’t have to. There were times when he hadn’t noticed you, and the sight of him giggling heartily with his campers as they (attempted) to make bracelets, the rise and fall of his chest with every chuckle.

Conveniently, you found one of those very same bracelets left on your bunk bed later that night.

He claimed it was from one of the kids.

General tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniya

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YAMI YAMI YAMI OH MY GOSH😍😍😍

The room would be painted white.