#akira x you

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, rough sex, marking, biting, scratching, Akira is hypnotized by the horny, dub con for like a second, shower sex, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ prompt # seventeen // seeing all of the marks he left on you and getting turned on all over again

you hadn’t seen him come in, the steam clouding your vision and the surrounding shower. stupified; in a post-orgasm daze— his eyes blackened with lust and his fully satiated cock leaking what was left of his explosive release as it bats against his thigh when he stumbles. you hadn’t even heard the bathroom door close behind him, or the faint clock of the lock sliding into the place. the water was too loud as it pounded against your sore body. you feel like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks after just one romp with Akira, your otherwise flawless complexion littered with bruising in the shapes of his massive hands, deep, swollen bite marks anywhere he could bite and suck when he threw you into another position. and, not to mention, the way your insides felt jumbled— your core swollen from the force at which his balls spanked your cunt when he hit it from the back like a man possessed.

he wasn’t the dork he used to be.

“Christ…” you hiss out, incredulous at the way your pussy still clenched just thinking about how he’d hollowed you out. you reach down with one hand and rub your beaten cunt, but your fingers lightly teased the throbbing button that was screaming— remembering how his arm hooked around your belly, reaching around to pinch and scrub at your sensitive clit to make you cum harder when you were milking him. you yip softly at your own ministrations, rubbing your thighs together. what were you thinking? after the fucking you’d just had, there was no way you could even play with yourself without crumbling into a trembling, wet heap on the shower floor.

it was when you pulled your fingers free from yourself, and instead tilted your head back to wet your hair under the running water that you took notice of his presence. a looming, dark shadow against the shower curtain. broad shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. you sigh, softly and obliviously, “Almost done, promise.” you call out, before allowing a small smile to etch your lips upwards. “You did a number on my back—!” the curtain is ripped back, exposing you to a very zombified Akira. the gasp you let out, along with the way you instinctively tuck your knees in and turn your back towards him, covering your breasts with both palms from the start he gave you, were involuntary. “Hey!” you cry out, glaring at him from over your shoulder, but it was only when you got a good look at him that you felt a pang of concern. “… You okay?” he certainly didn’t look it.

black eyes transfixed on your back, they drink in the bruised visage. not an inch left unclaimed by his fingernails dragging scarring lines down your spine— or the darkening imprints of his fingers on the flare of your hips and the globes of your ass from how hard he’d gripped and spanked when you rode him. his cock twitches slightly, the head rubbing against his right thigh when he remembered how your voice pitched when he’d slap your ass.

as his obsidian gaze ran along your shoulders, his mouth began to water, couplet parting to form the shape it took when he made those lovebites across the blades. he remembered each one so vividly that he could still taste the saline on your skin between his teeth and upon his drooling tongue. he’d had your head pushed into the pillow with both of his strong hands, biting at your flesh— starving for it. and you would only get tighter the harder he bit, until he nearly drew blood to the surface. though he was smothering your face, your whines and squeals had made his head spin when he had you pinned like that.

“More…” he mutters, in a trance. his eyes are firmly fixed, his cock twitching and throbbing to life again. drool dribbled out in diamonds on either side of his lips, coating his chin, and he appeared more animal than man as he stares you down.

your eyes flicker downwards, attention drawn by the movement, and you find his thick cock standing at attention once again. the bold head swollen, still leaking beads of cum from your previous encounter, and your stomach flipped at the thought of him wanting more. “Akira…” your mouth is dry, but you feign half a laugh as you take a step back from him. “You nearly broke my ass in half the first time, I need to recover first—“

“More!” Akira snarls, reaching for you again. he’s in the shower with you in a millisecond, pressing your front flush against the wet, tile wall as he leans in close to your ear with a husky growl. “I need to cover you in more marks… I need to hear you whimper for me again. Need… to hear you scream… again…” as he speaks, he uses one large foot to kick your own far apart, keeping one hand pressed to the side of your face, his first and middle finger dipping into your open mouth and anchoring against your cheek to hold you in place, whilst the other grabs his solid cock and pushes it back inside you with a huff of approval the second you clench it, drawing him in. your eyelids flutter. your insides churn when you’re filled to his hilt again. Akira wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, leaving you yipping and gurgling on his fingers and the hot water that dribbles from the wall and the top of your head and into your open mouth. “Fuck, yeah. Louder, more!” he demands before his teeth sink into your skin, overlapping a bite that was already aching.

“Shhh—- Shit!!” you cry out, attempting to grasp something on the wall, but after your hands slip right off for the third time, you give in and reach up to grab two handfuls of his hair, biting down hard on his fingers. “Don’t stop!!” you find yourself screaming yet again, though you knew his insatiable hunger to fuck you would ruin you.

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Master list *Requests are Open*

Hey cuties, I've decided to make a master list of the fics that I've written. I'll update it as I add new ones. I put them in the order they should be read. Enjoy! Have fun!

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Spike (BTVS)

Finding Peace:

Paid In Lies | Smooth Operator | Dance With Me | Waves| Not Yet | Choosing | Hope | Safe | Home | Trust | Despair | Desperate |Wanting | Bliss | Problem | Forever

Requested:

In Disarray and Dazed

Dream of You

For A Spell

Good Morning

Permission

With Care

William

Color?

Bottled Water

Valentine's Day

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Akira Hayama and Ryo Kurokiba (Food Wars)

Cooking With Your Heart:

Introduction | Spices and Herbs | Food Wars | Stay In Your Lane | The Dish | A Challenge | The Show Down | After Thought | Common Ground | Just a Taste | Crashing Out | Enemies | Plan of Attack |

Requested:

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Choso (JJK)

Multi Fic:

Hurting You Would Hurt Me | Dazed | The Sun is Setting | Drunk

Requested:

[akiranzee]

IF U TAKE MUZAN REQUESTS CAN I PLS REQUEST LOVESICK HUSBAND MUZAN WITH HIS S/O PLEASSEE 😩😩

if u need more context then it’s still demon au and canon compliant but the only difference is that he’s Sooo soft around his wife. like absolute mush, worships her, says she’s his equal, blah blah. headcannons r fine!!!! whatever u wanna do w it, doesn’t matter if it’s demon or human reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ LOVESICK HUSBAND MUZAN WITH WIFE S/O!!

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𖹭 it was love at first sight, no matter how many times he and you doubt it.

𖹭 his love language? physical touch ‘cause he’s so bad at words of affirmation. 𖹭 he’s still the same, evil man you met, the only difference is that he was never evil with you. no matter how many times his demons — especially douma tell you that he’s just putting up a loving facade to mingle with the human world. 𖹭 but douma is so wrong. dead wrong. if only you saw the look on his face when he heard muzan’s voice from your shared room, “darling, don’t believe what that demon says, okay? he’s nothing but a lowly scowl, he doesn’t even equal up to you — hell, maybe you even equal with me.” 𖹭 a lovesick fool. douma concludes. because, 𖹭 one, he follows you everywhere, touches every part of your body, but he touches your stomach most, saying he’s gonna put his heir in their one day. 𖹭 two, he listens to every word you say, like that one moment where muzan was about to flick douma’s head off for the ninety-forth time, you stepped in bravely and told him he was too harsh with douma, so as for douma’s next punishment, he just flicked off half his head. �� three, last but not the least, muzan hates it so much when you spend time with his male demons, or just ordinary male humans. despite you reassuring him literally almost every night, his jealousy would still bubble up and get all protective over you, sending death glares all over to the poor male. 𖹭 yes. that’s how much power you hold over the most powerful demon in existence. 𖹭 it doesn’t even end there, he’s gotten even more handsy on you when you undergo fever three consecutive times, trying to persuade you in becoming a demon so that you don’t have to suffer, but of course, you reject. 𖹭 in your first fever, he was just a little bit calm on it, just constantly checking you from time to time, making sure you eat all your meals and herbs/medicines, and leaves you when you’re asleep. 𖹭 but, poor man got confused when just a day you’ve gotten better, you got fever again the day after, so he’s by your side for the next three days taking care of you, observing you. 𖹭 then, at the third time, he finally panics, sending all his demons, also akaza who’s on a ‘special mission’ to look for the blue spider lily, to gather all the best herbs and best doctors all around town. this is where he also just acts like your shadow. you wanna go to the bathroom? he’ll assist you alright. you’re smelling and sweaty? he doesn’t care and changes you gently (he’s trying). you don’t like the food or herbs or medicines? he’ll nastily put it in his mouth and kisses you as he makes sure the food or herbs goes down your throat. 𖹭 yes. that’s how unexpected this man could be. 𖹭 and yes, this is you having him wrapped around your fingers.

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a/n: help this is soo bad i just can’t imagine a lovesick muzan😭😭 that’d be the end of the world alright.

© akiranzee || do not steal, plagiarize, or repost my works without my permission.

[ca-3]

Been a while, but more P5 x Omori battle screens‼️ This time with Goro Akechi fights 💔

● Extra P5 x Omori battle screens

[may-lutlone]

One wish dictated by the other

I can't believe his wish was playing chess with Joker all along 😞😞 stinky hypocrite

[frickingnerd]

kissing ren to shut him up

pairing: ren amamiya / akira kurusu / joker x gn!reader

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, flustered/blushing!ren, established romantic relationship, phantom thief!reader

your boyfriend is the leader of the phantom thieves, always looking cool and effortless when he's fighting and it seems like nothing can phase him!

however, you know that your boyfriend has one weakness: you! or more specifically, sudden affection from you!

it's amusing how quickly your boyfriend can go from being the coolest and most relaxed person in the room to a flustered and blushing mess!

especially when you're out with your friends, whether it's hanging out after school or fighting in mementos, you love to find moments to catch ren off guard!

he'll be explaining the strategy going forward on how to fight the oncoming shadows within mementos, when you suddenly pull him into a kiss and shut him up within seconds

you're not sure if he even notices, but ren always freezes for a couple seconds afterwards, standing completely still as his cheeks turn red, before he snaps back into reality and mumbles out something like “w-what was i just saying…?”

you make sure to only use that technique on him when the stakes are low! you'd never do such a thing before a big fight or within a palace. but during training in mementos, you like to mess with him occasionally…

and it's entertaining for the other phantom thieves as well! especially ryuji and ann tease ren about how flustered you manage to make him!

[12neonlit-stage]

STH x P5 //: 𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!

[shslbunnylover]

Hi honey. How about a Wanda fic where R comes back after a long mission and since Wanda got so used to not having R around she's kinda ignoring her. Angst with a happy ending

★ ★ ★ Time Goes By ★ ★ ★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Summary: When you finally return home after a month-long mission, you realize your girlfriend has started to get used to life without you

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, some crying, mentions of abandonment and anxiety,

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay!! Thank you for the request <3

Word Count: 3.63k

Being an avenger wasn't easy, not in the least. There was the constant threat of death, the looming amounts of paparazzi just *begging* to get an interview with their favorite superhero, and your personal least favorite, being away from your loved ones.

You absolutely adored your girlfriend Wanda, a fellow avenger, and when you found out you wouldn't get to see her for at least a month, you were heartbroken to be ripped away from the woman you cherished dearly just in the name of protecting some city on a whole other continent.

Wanda was equally as heartbroken, but she understood, having been a part of the avengers longer than you meant she had plenty of experience when it came to long missions that meant staying in a whole new environment.

“I know baby, I know, but you'll be okay! I'll try and text you everyday to wish you goodnight, and I'll try and text you every morning to wake you up,” She promised you, holding you in her arms.

“I know- But it's in Europe, it'll be a whole other timezone!” You cried.

“We'll make it work Dekta, we'll make it work,”

You were nothing short of a baby for the rest of the week before you left, never wanting to leave your loving girlfriend's side no matter what she did.

But the night before you left, you were held in her arms from the moment you and her got home from work, her manicured nails scratching at your scalp as the two of you watched your favorite sitcom together.

You knew she liked to hold you tightly while watching your favorite sitcoms due to her trauma, as if she was afraid to let you go in fear of that horrid day happening again.

She held you tightly because she knew that's the way her parents died, cuddled up on the couch. She wasn't losing another person in her life, and if another bomb hit your apartment, she wanted to die with you in her arms and her in yours.

She tried to get rid of the thoughts that made her behave this way for years, but subconsciously the redhead would forever cling to you when you watched these sitcoms, as it brought her comfort she wasn't even aware of receiving.

As Malcolm in the Middle played on the TV, you looked up at her, her green eyes sparkling as she watched the TV.

God she's beautiful.

“Wands…?” You murmured.

“Yes Dekta?” Wanda looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as her hands pulled you even closer to her.

“You're not gonna forget about me, right? When I come back everything will be back to normal?” You asked, a tear welling up in your eye at the mere thought of losing her because you were gone for too long.

Wanda grabbed the remote, pausing the TV before pulling you fully onto her lap, allowing for you to bury your head in the crook of your neck.

“Oh moya lyubov, I will never forget you,” Wanda frowned, kissing your lips softly as she looked at you, her eyes genuine as she pulled you out from her neck.

“I know, but I…” You trailed off, biting your lip as you shrugged.

“I know,” She nodded. “I won't forget you,”

You looked up at her with eyes that were glazed over with tears, and you attempted to hold them back, but a few finally escaped.

A shaky breath left your lips, and you wiped the droplets out from under your eyelids.

“You better not,” You mumbled.

Wanda looked at you, kissing your lips gently.

“I wouldn't even dream of it,”

You sniffled, holding onto Wanda for the rest of the night until you eventually fell asleep.

She carried you up to your shared bedroom after she had finished another two episodes of the sitcom, tucking you and herself under the covers of your bed.

“Wanda…” You slurred in your drowsy state. “I don't wanna go…”

Wanda sighed, her eyes falling to your sleeping form in sadness.

“I know moya lyubov, I know, I don't want you to leave either,” The redhead ran her fingers through your hair, twirling some of your locks around her pointer finger.

You didn't respond, falling back into your unconsciousness, leaving Wanda to hold you in her arms.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” She murmured into your hair, shutting her eyes to join you in your sleep.

When she had awoken the next morning, she immediately noticed the lack of warmth in her arms.

She made her way to the kitchen, seeing the plate of pancakes you had made for her before your departure to your station in Europe.

The redheaded witch sat down at the table, quickly cutting up the pancakes so they didn't get cold.

The pancakes you made were delicious, and once she finished, she leaned back, grabbing a napkin to wipe her face.

She slid it across the bottom half of her face, pausing as she felt something a bit sticky being wiped across her cheek.

Her hands pulled the napkin back, and her eyes softened as she saw the clear shimmer of your lipgloss on the napkin.

She frowned, an exhale of something in between loneliness and sadness leaving her.

This was going to be a long month without you.

The days dragged on slower than either of you had wanted or even anticipated, your separation by the fault of physical distance causing you both to crave each other's voice and touch.

The mission itself wasn't much better either, you were mainly just put as a security guard at your post. You didn't even understand why you were here. You hadn't done anything that required any true effort like disabling any sort of terrorist from the gang you were sent out here to help catch.

‘God I can't wait to go home,’ You thought to yourself, leaning against the wall as you held the polaroid you always carried around with you in your hands.

The picture was one that you and Wanda had taken at some amusement park you had passed by on a walk and decided to try out, and on your way home after your time there you took a picture with your girlfriend on the machine provided.

She was kissing your cheek, and you were too busy laughing to notice that the picture had been taken, catching you two in your most genuine moment.

You smiled at the polaroid, putting it back in your wallet before tucking it in your bra so no one could take it without you knowing.

After the weeks of your mission had passed by, you woke up on the day you were to head to the airport with a smile on your face. After what had felt like ages without your loving girlfriend, you were ready to go home and see her more than anything.

You checked your phone, shrugging at the lack of any messages on your home screen. Wanda was 5 hours behind you back in New York, and you were used at this point to not being able to talk or call at all for days on end, but that's why you were so excited to go back home.

You loaded up your suitcases, fixing up the free hotel room provided for you in exchange for your service and work in the country.

Getting on the airplane, you sent a message to your girlfriend before turning your phone on airplane mode.

‘I’m heading home Wands, come and get me soon ❤️’

When Wanda saw that as she woke up, she smiled softly, excited to see her love for the first time in weeks.

She slowly pulled herself out of bed, sliding on a black blazer and khaki pants with a white button up shirt underneath.

She grabbed her keys, walking out of the apartment to her car.

You had landed about 30 minutes prior to Wanda getting out of bed and leaving to pick you up, but thanks to TSA regulations, you were delayed from walking to the pickup area of the airport for around another 45 minutes, giving the green-eyed woman plenty of time to arrive.

Once your luggage had been checked by the private agents assigned to avengers flying to their destination, who somehow looked more serious than the actual avengers themselves (Thanks Tony, you make the avengers look very professional), you finally walked to the front of the airport.

Your eyes scanned over the sea of people that were in the building, but they finally paused when they found the familiar sight of your girlfriend's fiery red hair.

“Wanda!” You beamed, almost running over to the older woman with your luggage in your hands.

When she heard your voice, Wanda turned in the direction she saw you coming in.

“Y/N!” She ran up and hugged you. “Oh moya lyubov, I'm so happy you got home safe!”

“I'm so happy to see you my dear,” You hugged her back tightly, your hands finding their way to her cheeks before you kissed her softly.

Wanda kissed you back, her eyes filling with tears.

“I'm so happy to see you too, any longer without you and I wouldn't have been able to handle it,” She separated her mouth from yours, darting her tongue over her lips as if attempting to savor the taste of you, as if she'd never taste you again.

The way she held you in her arms made you feel like you were on top of the world and nothing could go wrong.

But that would all change by morning.

When you woke up after a long night where Wanda couldn't keep her hands off of you and you couldn't keep yourself off of her, you noticed that there was no warmth on your back and around your waist.

“Wands…?” You slurred awake, sitting up and noticing that she had already woken up and gotten out of bed.

You checked the bed, assuming you must have slept in and Wanda had already given you her morning cuddles, but you saw that it was 7:30, the time her alarm usually went off.

Wanda would usually spend 10 minutes cuddling you and stroking your hair in the mornings, waking herself up and usually leaving you with a kiss on your cheek which would then wake you up.

You frowned, but attempted to shake the feeling of abandonment out of your head.

“Maybe she's making breakfast?” You asked yourself, standing up and throwing a robe over your body.

You walked over to the kitchen, not seeing your girlfriend or smelling anything that she might have made.

“Wanda?” You looked around.

No response.

You began to panic, walking to the living room where you saw your girlfriend reading a book while listening to Malcolm in the Middle in the background.

You frowned, calling out for her.

“Wanda?” You repeated.

Finally, she turned around, tilting her head.

“Yes Dekta?” She asked.

You couldn't spit what you wanted to say out, and you just fiddled with your fingers.

“Good morning…” You stuttered out.

Wanda just nodded at you before turning her head back to her book and listening to the sitcom you two were supposed to watch *together*.

You felt a surge of anger and sadness being sent up your spine. Why had Wanda been so loving the night before, but now treated you as if you weren't even there? Had she actually forgotten about you?

You walked back to the kitchen, pulling out a bowl and pouring some cereal into it (and then added milk if that's what you like).

“Maybe she's just tired Y/N,” You mumbled to yourself. “Last night was a lot…but…she never acts like this, even after nights like that,”

You dug your spoon into your fruity pebbles, sighing as you just spun the cereal around the white bowl with the metal utensil.

You tried to get some of the not-so-kind thoughts out of your head, and you frowned even deeper as you lifted your spoon to your mouth, swallowing the cereal before putting the spoon back down into the bowl.

You sniffled, putting your head in your hands.

You weren't sure *why* this was affecting you so much, but it was, and that's what mattered right now.

Standing up, you brought the bowl of cereal to the living room, sitting next to Wanda and leaning your head on her shoulder jokingly.

“Wandss…” You kept eating your cereal, hoping to get her attention somehow.

“Hmm?” She didn't even look up from her book.

“Did I do something?” You asked, sitting up now, continuing to eat your cereal.

“Hm? Oh no Dekta, you didn't,” The green-eyed woman slid her finger tip across her tongue before she flipped the page, tilting her head to the left so she could read better.

You frowned, beginning to get ticked off.

“Are you sure?”

Wanda still refused to look up from the words on the page, actually not hearing you, or at least choosing not to.

You scoffed, standing up once you and finished the cereal before putting it in the sink.

You returned to your shared bedroom, and you pulled out your computer, deciding to play a video game to calm your…well you weren't sure what you were feeling. There was a lot of anger, confusion, and definitely a lot of sadness in there as well. The inability to put an exact word on what you were feeling along with the inability to distinguish what was going on definitely had you anxious as well.

After about an hour or two passed, you closed out of the video game, putting your computer on your desk before deciding to clean up a bit.

With everything that was going on with Wanda and her attitude towards you, combined with the remaining anxiety still bubbling over from the mission, you were doing everything you could to keep your mind distracted. You felt that even though the mission was over, you still were nervous about it and whether you did good or not. It seemed like that if Wanda kept up the isolating behavior, you would tip over the edge of a breakdown. You didn't want to tell her about the leftover anxiety last night, because you didn't really need to. You were distracted and with the person that stood as your comfort.

But now with that stability gone, you knew that it was only a matter of time before you lost your happy front.

The room was clean and laundry was fully down in a matter of 4 hours, and you only noticed just how much time had passed when you started to smell her making lunch.

Your eyes lit up, and you pushed the laundry basket underneath the machine before running down the stairs, freezing when you saw your girlfriend eating all by herself.

“Wands, I didn't know you were making lunch…!” You said awkwardly, walking over to the table.

Wanda licked her lips awkwardly, and she bit her lip before putting her fork down.

“Oh um…I'm sorry Dekta, I only made one plate,” She said awkwardly.

“Oh…” You trailed off.

“You can still sit with me if you want, I'm not going to stop you,” The green-eyed witch lifted her fork to her mouth.

You sighed a bit under your breath.

“Alright,” You sat across from her, attempting to make conversation, but only being left with a nod or just complete silence.

The rest of the week wasn't much better, as Wanda had continued this same behavior.

She would make breakfast, lunch and even dinner all for herself. She wouldn't cuddle you in the morning, and she wouldn't even include you in her activities like she always used to before you left.

It was another one of those times where she had left you home by yourself with your dog, Sparky, who sat comfortably in your lap as you stroked his hair.

“You think Wanda still loves me, Sparky?” You asked the fluffy dog who laid there curled up on your thighs as you played another video game, this one being the game you had been trying to teach Wanda how to play so you could play together.

The dog simply licked your leg, his wet slobbery tongue grazing across your skin causing a small smile to break through onto your lips.

“Arf!”

You laughed, scratching the Jack Russell terrier behind his ears.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You chuckled, laughing more as Sparky twirled around in your lap, chasing after his tail.

You put down the controller after you had paused the game, and you hoisted Sparky up to hold him up in your arms.

“I love her so much, and she seemed so happy to see me when I got home, why has everything changed? She promised that nothing would…” You vented to the creature in your arms, your fingers caressing Sparky’s fur from the top of his head down to his tail.

You waited for a few moments, as if giving Sparky the floor to talk, even though he obviously couldn't.

“Yeah, I know I was gone for a whole month, but she promised me everything would still be the same when I came home. I know it was hard for her, but it was for me too,” You turned around, leaning against the armrest of the couch.

Once again you let the dog give his imaginary input.

“I've just been feeling so ignored, like she got used to life without me. She even started watching our show by herself, and she forgets that I'm even there sometimes!” You sniffled, beginning to tear up from all of the emotions washing over you.

The anxiety of the mission, the coldness and complete lack of your existence being acknowledged from your lover, and the adjustments you were still trying to get used to had all begun to finally take their toll on you.

But just as you began to cry your heart out for the first time in months, you heard the front door in front of the living room creek.

You shot your head in the direction of the sounds, and you were shocked to see your girlfriend back so soon.

“W-Wands-? How long have you been there?” You stuttered, sitting up and placing Sparky on the floor so he could run off and resign from his position as your therapist.

“About 5 minutes…” Your girlfriend admitted.

You wiped your eyes, standing up.

“So…so you heard all of that…didn't you?” Your voice wavered.

Wanda nodded, her beautiful green eyes flooding with tears.

“I'm so sorry Dekta, I didn't mean to make you feel so left out…” Her manicured hands, still having chips of the red nail polish you put on them before you left for that God awful mission, lifted up to cup your face.

You let out a small cry at the touch. It felt so alien yet so…so comforting and familiar.

“Oh, oh Dekta, come here,” Wanda pulled you into a tight hug, massaging your scalp with her fingers. “I'm so sorry my love. The month had been so long without you, and I just…I got used to you not being around. But it wasn't a good feeling, it felt so lonely,” She explained with tears pouring out of her green orbs.

“I know, I just- I felt like you forgot about me just like I was worried about,” You cried.

“Oh no baby…I couldn't ever forget you, I just got so used to having you around, and I still felt so miserable from going so long without you in my arms,” Wanda cooed, sitting you down on her lap as she sat on a chair.

You wrapped your arms around her waist like the needy thing you were, and she held you until you both stopped crying (although you cried for much longer than she did).

“I…” Wanda began, biting her lip, looking down at the floor.

You tilted her head up, sniffling.

“Go on,”

She took a deep breath, exhaling softly as you wiped her cheeks free of her tears.

“I've lost so many people in my life…and I've had to become accustomed quickly to them not being there anymore. I was terrified of losing you, and I had already accepted the fact that I would. So when you came home…I tried to knock myself out of the mindset that you weren't here and with me anymore. But no matter what I did, it didn't work until I saw you crying here with Sparky,” The love of your life explained, her hands gripping onto you with a shaky grasp the more she talked. “It’s not an excuse but I-”

You cut her off with a deep kiss, sliding your tongue around here as your hands grasped onto hers as they remained on your hips.

The kiss lasted for about a minute, and Wanda looked at you with wide eyes as the two of you finally pulled apart for air.

“Y/N…” She panted, her digits loosening her grip on your soft skin.

“I forgive you Wanda…” You blurted.

The witch's eyes lit up in a mix of relief and joy.

“You do?”

You nodded.

“I do,”

Her perfect smile returned to her ever perfect face, and it only made you smile back.

“I love you, Y/N,” Wanda looked at you with pure adoration. “More than life itself,”

You chuckled at how soft and sappy she was.

“I love you too, Wanda,”

She pulled you back into her embrace, and the longer she held you, the time that went by without you dissipated from her memory.

If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

[miitokii]

shuake go to a miku concert

the song being performed is obviously Akatsuki Arrival (Producer: Last Note.)

see below the cut for extras!

Akechi: i hate miku as much as i hate pancakes >:(

Joker: oh true. you love both to the point it breaks your facade.

lol this started as me drawing my friend as akechi (they need to stop making akechi-aah expressions otherwise i’m never gonna stop)

hence the first is the redraw with the og pic used as a background lol. second is something goofy i did with the lighting idk

have the non blurred/text versions of the drawings too (with akechi’s unobscurred scarf, because i spent too long on that stupidly complicated pattern only for it to be covered up)

[ferigrievous]

what they look for in a partner ; seijoh ver. ⋆˚࿔

oikawa ; needs someone real. for how much of a mask he puts up, and how hard he is on himself, he cant afford being with someone who isnt who they say they are, or someone he has to dissect to even talk to. a partner that will stay, even when he’s at his lowest, and never makes him feel like he has to earn their love. 

iwaizumi ; looks for someone honest. cant stand mind games or people who say one thing and mean another, but not like oikawa who cant afford it, iwaizumi just cant stand it, even in people he doesnt want romantically. wants a love that is steady, built on trust and not pretense.

hanamaki; wants someone who doesnt take life too seriously. is attracted to people who bicker back with him, but let him know if he’s being too much and why. would not be compatible with people who fret over everything and need a minute by minute schedule, and are more often than not just rolling with it.

matsukawa ; someone independent. wants someone who doesnt rely on him for everything, and have their own life outside of him. needs a partner who can match his energy, who isnt afraid to tease him back but is comfortable with the silence. 

kyotani ; looks for someone who is understanding. he doesnt open up easily, if at all, and is a lot to handle by most people’s standards. probably couldnt be with someone ‘softer’ because he’s scared he would influence them or accidentally do something terrible and they wouldnt tell them.  he may act like he doesn’t care, but deep down, he just wants to feel safe with someone.

yahaba ; wants someone who is confident. finds excessive, overwhelming insecurity frustrating. he understands, of course. everyones insecure about something, but when it starts to dictate his entire life to, he’s gone. he wants a partner who doesn’t shrink under pressure, someone who can challenge him without turning everything into a competition.

kindaichi ; someone who is supportive.  he wants someone who believes in him, who won’t laugh at his dreams or tell him he’s not good enough.  a love with him should feel like teamwork—lifting each other higher, never actually dragging each other down.

kunimi ; needs someone low-maintenance. he doesn’t do drama, doesn’t want a relationship that feels like effort—he wants something easy, something that feels like breathing. he likes people who understand that silence isn’t awkward, that not every moment needs to be filled with words. 

[noorpersona]

Managerial Duties: Aoba Johsai

Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team was many things—talented, competitive, and, above all, nosy. But when it came to you, their manager, they had collectively accepted one simple fact: you lived in oversized, comfortable clothing.

Baggy sweatpants, hoodies, loose athletic shirts—if it wasn’t designed for maximum comfort, you didn’t wear it. Even during official team meetings outside of school, you opted for relaxed attire: a sweatshirt over leggings, sneakers, and maybe a jacket if it was cold. It wasn’t that you disliked fashion, exactly. You just didn’t see the need to dress up for them.

So when you casually mentioned you had to leave practice early for a family event, no one thought much of it.

"Skipping out on us?" Oikawa teased, tossing a volleyball in the air as you packed up your clipboard. "And here I thought we were your favorite people in the world."

"You’re absolutely not," you deadpanned, adjusting the strap on your bag.

"What’s the occasion?" Iwaizumi asked, more genuinely curious.

"Wedding," you muttered. "Family thing. My parents are making me go."

Matsukawa, stretching lazily, smirked. "That why you’re sneaking off?"

"Something like that," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "They’re making me wear this stupid dress. It’s all tight and uncomfortable, and the shoes are even worse. Who the hell decided that formalwear should be painful?"

Hanamaki raised an eyebrow. "What’s it look like?"

You groaned, already dreading the memory of trying it on. "It’s one of those straight-jacket ones that make you feel like you can’t breathe. Apparently, looking ‘put together’ is more important than basic human comfort. I swear, my mom picked this just to torture me."

"Sounds fancy," Watari mused.

"Sounds awful," you corrected. "I’m gonna suffer through this thing and then burn it the second I get home."

"Bet you’ll look nice, though," Kindaichi added hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You gave him a deadpan look. "If you call suffering looking nice, sure. Anyway, I’ll see you guys at the next practice. Don’t destroy the gym while I’m gone."

"No promises!" Hanamaki called as you walked off.

That was the end of it.

Practice was still in full swing when you stepped back into the gym, freshly changed and already regretting every single life choice that had led you to this moment. You had only come back because you’d stupidly left your phone on the bench, a mistake that now seemed far worse than just being phoneless for a few hours. The team was scattered across the court, finishing up drills and cooldowns, their chatter filling the space as they moved around. You had hoped—prayed, even—that you could slip in, grab your phone, and leave unnoticed. But fate, as always, was cruel.

Then you stepped forward.

And the entire gym stopped dead in its tracks.

Oikawa, who had been mid-sentence, visibly choked. His water bottle slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.

"Holy shit," Matsukawa whispered, not even trying to be subtle.

Iwaizumi, caught off guard, blinked hard, as if his brain needed an extra second to process what was happening. Yahaba, who had been chatting with Kunimi, turned so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, mouth opening but no words coming out. Kunimi, usually too lazy to react to anything, actually paused, his usual indifferent stare slightly wider than normal.

Even Kyotani, who rarely paid attention to anything that wasn’t volleyball or fighting, furrowed his brows, looking between you and the rest of the team like he had just walked into some elaborate prank. After a long pause, he finally muttered, "Why do you look like that?"

You shifted uncomfortably, hating every second of this. "My God. Can you guys stop staring?"

"We can’t," Watari blurted, sounding just as shocked as the rest.

Because, for the first time since they had met you, you weren’t wearing your usual baggy, oversized clothing. You weren’t hidden under loose layers of fabric that swallowed your frame. No, today, you had been dressed by your mother, which meant you were in something far more… put together.

The dress was sleek and form-fitting, something you never would have picked for yourself. The fabric hugged your silhouette in a way that felt unfamiliar, and you had spent the entire night feeling like you were playing dress-up in someone else’s clothes. To make matters worse, your mother had insisted on makeup—subtle, but noticeable enough to make you feel even less like yourself. The heels were even worse—unsteady, impractical, and making you curse whoever thought fancy shoes should hurt.

"Why—how—what?!" Kindaichi, who had been stretching, nearly tipped over from shock.

"Is that you?" Hanamaki added, pointing unnecessarily.

"No," you deadpanned. "I’m an imposter. The real me is at the wedding, plotting my escape."

"Hah—seriously, though! You clean up nice," Matsukawa mused, looking you up and down with a smirk. "Didn’t know you had it in you."

"No one did," Yahaba muttered, still looking at you like you had just shapeshifted before his eyes. "What the hell."

"I don’t," you grumbled, adjusting the hem of the dress uncomfortably. "My parents picked this out. Not my choice."

"Your parents should pick your outfits more often," Oikawa said before immediately ducking as Iwaizumi chucked a towel at his head.

Kunimi let out a short exhale. "So that’s what was under all those sweatpants. Huh."

Kyotani just grunted, arms crossed. "Tch. Whatever. Doesn’t change anything." But the way he kept glancing at you said otherwise.

"And that’s why I dress the way I do," you huffed.

Sensing your growing discomfort, Iwaizumi sighed, running a hand down his face. "Alright, that’s enough. Stop freaking out."

"I am freaking out," Oikawa retorted. "This is earth-shattering news."

"You’re an idiot," Iwaizumi muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You love me," Oikawa shot back, undeterred.

"I don’t," Iwaizumi deadpanned.

You exhaled, already exhausted. "Okay, I’m leaving now. If anyone makes another comment, I swear I’m quitting this team."

"No, wait!" Oikawa called. "Just one picture—"

You shot him a withering glare that promised pain if he continued that sentence. He wisely shut up.

With that, you turned on your heel and left, still muttering under your breath about hating dresses, hating heels, and how you were never letting your mother pick your outfits again. Behind you, the team was still buzzing, voices overlapping as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Matsukawa let out a low whistle. "Damn. We’re never gonna see that again, are we?"

"Nope," Hanamaki sighed. "Should’ve taken that picture."

"So we had a hot manager this whole time?" Yahaba muttered, still looking at where you stood like he was processing a cosmic revelation.

Oikawa, arms crossed, hummed thoughtfully. "Iwa-chan, do you think we could convince her to dress up again?"

Iwaizumi didn’t even hesitate. "No."

[sigmasemen]

WHEN YOU GO ON A DATE WITH THEM. (1/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: romance, cute relationships, established relationships, fluff.

taglist: n/a currently

characters: alexis ness, akira endoji, ryusei shidou, nijiro nanase, ranze kurona, michael kaiser, bachira meguru, rin itoshi, chigiri hyoma.

word count: 2668

extra notes: i originally had sae in this but he didn’t make it into the 9 character count i usually do.

ALEXIS NESS:

- Ness is very strategic about dates and things of the sort. He always thinks about the best ways to make you feel special, how to plan things out for you to enjoy yourself, he's particular.

- Though he tends to stick to romantic dinners in a nice restaurant, private to just you and him, sometimes you suggest something a bit more daring. Like, "Let's go to a yoga class!" or "Let's head over to the local water park!"

- But, arguably, his favorite non-romantic-dinner-date is definitely when you two went out shopping. Not to a mall or anything, just a town square, traditionally built with intricate patterns in the rocks.

- Ness, at first, was just window shopping and letting you pick everything. Whenever you looked at something for a prolonged second, he grabs it, buys it, and gives it to you. Especially if it's matching.

- He's a bit touchy on dates. Mostly wrapping his hands around your waist, occasionally glaring at people who stare at you for too long then pressing a firm kiss onto your lips, face, wherever he can reach.

- Ness enjoys taking you to fancy wine and dine restaurants, though gets confused if you order something more normal. He always gets you extra food just in case. (On most dates though, he's cooking for you.)

- At the end of the date, he walks you home and has his usual V-shaped smile plastered on his face while he waits for you to tell him bye. He then leans down, presses a kiss on your hand, then trails kisses up to your cheek and smiles.

- "I will see you soon, my love." He then walks off, leaving you dazed (with, of course, a soft smile on your face.)

AKIRA ENDOJI:

- Akira blushes bright red whenever you do literally anything slightly cute on the date. If you give a small giggle, he'll grip the table with a huge grin and bright blush on his face.

- He holds open every door for you, pulls out your chair, adjusts your outfit when people are looking. He'll do anything for you and your praise.

- He loves his first date with you. He remembers you went to a garden, and as he was chasing you around in there, he somehow stumbled into the fountain. He looked sad that he had ruined his appearance, so you jumped in right with him.

- He adores going on as many dates as he possibly can with you. You're practically going on one every other day.

- Akira, whenever you're going up an elevator or doing something before a ride, will bounce on his heels and smile as he's excited.

- Each date is extremely eventful though. You cannot say you've ever had a bland one. Whether the idea is skydiving or Akira just accidentally does something dumb, it's a 50/50 chance.

- One time, you went to a zoo and stepped on a bug. You didn't really care, however your (lovely) boyfriend's arms and legs were wrapped tightly around you as he stared at the guts of it. Then proceeded to act cool until he saw another one.

- He enjoys when you touch the tuff of orange hair in front of others because he practically chirps like a bird.

- Always buys souvenirs after every. Single. Date.

- He also loves going on coffee or hot chocolate dates in the winter because you always shiver and he gets to give you his coat. He's very proud of himself after that.

- At the end of each eventful date, you lean on his shoulder while listening to music with him. He fools with your hand until you both fall asleep.

RYUSEI SHIDOU:

- Oh expect the most eventful dates to the point your legs are trembling after from running around with him.

- He adores to pamper you and give you all his attention on dates. And grab your ass. Also a very important part.

- Most dates include going to parks and beating kids on the jungle gym, going to a carnival and competing to see who's better (if he wins, he gives you the stuffed animal regardless), going to rave concerts, or staying home and fucking. Whatever he wants that day.

- He actually took you to see A Clockwork Orange. You didn't understand what he saw in it, especially considering the foulness of it... However, he explained how he fucking loved the gore. Weird, but you had learned to accept it after seeing that kick to the face Rin got...

- Shidou adores randomly slapping your ass on dates and making you yell. He finds it hilarious and will press kisses all over your face as a thank you for letting him.

- He sometimes invites you on sudden notice to feed strays with him, which then spirals into a long and loving date.

- You teach him how to slow dance. He does it to impress you, but beyond that he'd suck.

- Always asking you to wear revealing outfits but accepts it when you don't. He enjoys how you gawk at his muscles when he flexes though.

- He also finds it fun to take you to cat cafes and to place all the cats on you, then take a picture and run.

- He buys you a lot of small trinkets, especially clips and plushies. He even gets a custom plush of him to put on your phone. (He has one of you on his too.)

- All dates end back at his place after a few rounds, having you curled up against his chest. For once, even though he feels empty as usual, he enjoys the sight of you on his chest. His breath and your face made you both drift to sleep.

NANASE NIJIRO:

- Nanase is over the moon when you ask him out on a date. He's a bit scared to ask you out on dates but he appreciates when you ask him. The only time he ever asked you to take him out on a date was when he asked you to prom. (His mother was dolling him all up while he looked a bit embarrassed.)

- Most dates have you two holding hands or interlocked arms.

- Also getting dirty.

- Nanase sometimes takes you on remote dates to picnics so you can remain distant from everyone as it's nice to have just your company around.

- He loves dates where you two get to go on adventures together to try new things. Like rock climbing! (You found out he had a fear of heights with that.)

- A few times on your dates, he'd say a metaphor wrong to a snow cone vendor and you'd just giggle and kiss his cheek.

- He's very much a gentleman and will hold open doors for you constantly.

- Tried to slow dance with you when it was getting dark and it was raining, except he slipped and you both fell. It took a while for you to stop laughing.

- Usually you buy large drinks early on in the date to quench your thirst for the entire date.

- Whenever the date ends, you walk him home and shake hands with whatever parent is there at the time. You then wave and walk home. (He's texting you the entire way home to make sure you get home safely.)

RANZE KURONA:

- He practically rushes to ask you out as he doesn't want any other guy to come sweep you up and take you away. 

- Dates usually are random, he'll go anywhere you want to go. The aquarium is the main spot. Not because he picked it, but because you did. You'll stare at the sharks for a few prolonged moments, then look at you and trail your fingers along his teeth.

- You always wear lipstick to your dates so you can press a kiss onto his cheek.

- He usually dresses pretty casual for dates. Shorts and a tank top. You always go all out and it's cute to see your contrasting styles.

- Sometimes you'll bring a Nintendo switch and show games to him that he enjoys.

- Most dates are actually at either of your houses as you two like having alone time together. Sitting in bed together, sharing his jacket as you lean against his shoulder and keenly watch the movie you had put on.

- He enjoys playing music in the background when you two do work out dates. By the end, Kurona is still going while you're face first on the ground.

- Kurona hates going to restaurants and instead picks up fast food for you two. He's always trying new things at places. Though he especially likes snowcones from a certain corner store.

- Dates ends with silent walks late at night, content with each other's company and nothing more. Though, not much more is needed for you to be satisfied.

MICHAEL KAISER:

- Oh how he loves to spoil you rotten and pamper you. He sometimes runs his hands down your back and tells you how good you look. Asks you to wear outfits he specifically buys for you.

- He constantly takes you slow dancing and tells you that he has to show you off to the town. You're used to a lot of attention but it's even worse when Kaiser is flaunting you. Kisses you for the paparazzi.

- He pampers you a lot. Mostly dates on the town where he can show you off. Or he takes you in a helicopter and flies you around, taking you across buildings sight seeing.

- He loves how the cities reflect in your eyes and will randomly kiss you because of it.

- Always takes you to big, nice musicals and plays after renting out the entire theatre. He enjoys comparing you and his relationship to one of the relationships in the show.

- He adores feeding you German cuisine, says he made it but he most definitely did not.

- Most dates are very formal, however he doesn't mind any sort of date with you. He adores the look you get in your face after you've been pampered silly. 

- You have at least 50 different pieces of jewelry encrusted with a blue diamond or sapphire that he bought for you.

- Kaiser sometimes randomly reaches around your waist and presses firm kisses onto your neck, mumbling how beautiful your body looks in the outfit you have on. He just chuckles when you get embarrassed.

- All dates end with him dropping you off at home in some extra way, then telling your parents how great you were. He always has to make a grand gesture towards them as well.

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Cooking With Your Heart Pt. 13: Plan of Attack (Akira x reader, Ryo x reader)

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Summary: Surprise! Surprise!

TW: None

Word Count: 2k

Part 12 | Part 14 TBD

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Tensions were running high between you and Ryo and Akira. You were focused on snubbing them at any chance you got. Akira and Ryo, on the other hand, were looking for ways to make amends for their past transgressions. Neither had a crush in so long that they interpreted their animosity and stand offish behaviors as hate and not embarrassment  from the feelings they were experiencing.

Ryo had made an effort to be around you or in your near vicinity any time he got. He would seek out Soma and the Polar Star residents to ‘talk’ and ‘share recipes.’ The reality was that, he thought, if he could spend more time around you it would finally lead you to bring down your defenses. Each time he was met with a cold glare or you walking away. He could not get the thought of you out of his mind. He needed you like he needed air.

Akira on the other hand took a more defensive stance. He eagerly waited for you at the lab. He would prepare the kitchen in case you stop by so that he could share a moment with you. But it had been several days, and he had not seen or heard from you. He had made several off-hand comments to Jun about your absence in the hopes that Jun would reach out to you and convince you to come back. Each time June was oblivious and simply agreed with Akira.

It had been a long day for you and for the Polar Star residents as you set up your tent for the Fall Festival. You were excited to see what it would look like to work together with your housemates. You liked the idea of serving food in a little kiosk. You decided to take a walk through the different streets and see what was available. You stopped to say hi to several classmates and Soma. As you got to the end of the street you spotted a curry place. You haven’t had curry in so long. You hope they would be open.

As you get closer you can hear two familiar voices arguing. Of course, Ryo and Akira were the curry stand owners. As soon as they both saw you approach their kiosk, they froze in place. Akira was the first to move.

“We have curry.” He said quickly, embarrassed that he would state the obvious.

Ryo, not one to be left behind, also approached you, “It’s good. Please try.” Again, another fool.

You debate if to even get some curry. You decide against it. Again, if they were mean, you were meaner.

“No thank you. Hey, Alice.” And you turn on your heels and leave them.

Like two lost puppies they stood there watching you leave. Too caught up in their own self-pity to realize that the other was gunning for you as well.

Alice noticed Akira’s change in demeanor. Was he also crushing on y/n? She thought. But she decided against bringing it up. She had a lot of work to do.

You’re fuming and angry. How could two people ruin your whole day? You make it back to the dormitory in the hopes of getting some rest.

Back at the festival, Akira was devising how to approach you. He was tired of hedging around the subject. He wanted you to know soon or else he would explode. Ryo on the other hand had already come up with a plan or a concept of a plan. He didn’t know if he’d go through with it. He didn’t want to seem weak.

The next day you decide to stop by the lab to see Shiomi. You missed her and wanted to run through some thoughts by her. Akira had been out buying spices at the market. The sound of your voice had him sprinting to the lab as he ran down the corridor. He needed to see you, talk to you. And there you were, carefree and happy. Your demeanor changed as you saw him come in.

“Hi.” He mumbled.

You simply gave a head nod. You turn back to Shiomi and continue talking to her. At some point Shiomi announces that she has to go out. You start to freak out. You didn’t want to be alone with Akira. You were planning on leaving as well until Akira stopped you. He slightly blocked your pathway, averting his gaze.

“I have a dish I’d like your input on.”

You’re surprised and speechless. You ponder the ramifications of you accepting this invitation. You really want to give in, but this man had been nothing but petulant and mean towards you. You were petty and wanted him to know that.

“Why do you want my opinion? Did you forget that I want to challenge you for your seat at the 10?” You echoed his words from last time.

Akira visibly winced, he took a deep breath, “If you’re going to dethrone me, shouldn’t you get to know my cooking better?”

He had a point. You knew he was a master at spices but you had only tasted his food twice. You feel weak for caving in but you had no choice.

“Fine. One dish.”

Akira grabs your hand and pulls you into the kitchen. The touch was not unwanted but it was unexpected. You tried to memorize the feel of his soft hands. Akira was feeling bold and he wanted you to know it.

He guided you to a seat in the kitchen. He began cooking, trying to put on the best show for you. He wanted to not only impress you with his dish, he wanted you to see how fluent he was in the kitchen. There was no better way to impress a chef than showing mastery in the kitchen.

You watched him, mesmerized. This is what it looks like to be in the seat of 10. Mastery and magic. You tried to manage your thoughts. You couldn’t get sucked up in Akira’s theatrics. He was up to something. It seemed fishy that he would go from cold and distant to inviting and engaging.

Akira finished his dish and presented it to you. You looked at it from every angle, the presentation was flawless. You take a fork and take one bite. Bursts of flavor and heat. Your tongue reveled in the taste. You went in for a second bite. Akira was pleased. You lean back and clear your throat trying to contain your excitement for this dish.

“There is a perfect blend of heat and herbs. It’s inviting and warm. The presentation is appealing to the eye.” You say while making heavy eye contact.

Akira is pleased with himself. Getting good marks from you was a dream come true. This was the first phase of his plan.

“Thank you. I made it thinking of you.” He said holding back a blush.

You glow bright red. “Wha-what?”

“Your spark and energy. That’s what this dish represents. I’m glad that you aprove.” He smiles.

You’re about to explode in how red you are. You get up and try to excuse yourself but Akira blocks your exit.

“This was fun. Thank you for letting me taste your dish.” You say facing him but averting your gaze.

“Anything for you.” Akira leans in.

You’re brain is scrambled at his closeness and his honey soft voice. What was happening? You try to take a step to the side to escape this unreal situation. In a swift movement Akira had you pinned against the wall. Your back against the wall, his hands at either side of you.

You want to speak but no words leave your mouth. You have no choice but to make eye contact with his emerald eyes.

“I’ve been misguided in my actions towards you. I can’t stand how much I’ve pushed you away. Instead of taking my seat at the 10, why don’t you take me?”

You let out a little yelp. WHAT. WAS. HAPPENING. Akira, the king of the cold shoulder was declaring his love for you. You’d be amiss if you didn’t admit that he was attractive in more ways than one. But, to commit to this asshole who has been nothing but spiteful to you seems like a stretch.

Your heart is pounding, your brain is foggy. You needed space, the air was too thin in the lab. You’re unable to answer so you push past him and leave as fast as you can.

Akira is left there facing the wall, bereft and hurt. What did he expect would happen? That you would agree with his confession of love and fall into his arms? He felt like such a fool. He let himself be guided by his emotions, for the first time, and he got denied. Akira pounded the wall with his fist in anger.

You speed it out of Shiomi’s lab. Your heart was still racing, your head pounding. What were you supposed to do about Akira’s love confession? You’d be a liar if you denied having feelings for him. I mean, look at him? He was smart, savvy, and handsome. He was a sight to behold. However, his attitude towards you soured your feelings for him. What was Akira thinking? What brought this so suddenly?

You’re basically power walking through campus. You needed to get away. You need to get air. You finally slow down enough to catch your breath. Your head was still swimming. In the distance you can see a figure in all black. Dammit, it was Ryo. You didn’t have time for him. Whatever antics he had for you were going to have to wait. You turn to walk in the opposite direction but someone grabs your hand.

You’re being steadily dragged to a secluded space outside of the campus. You’re too flustered and anxious to look at who it is. You just decide to fight for your life, but you can’t get yourself to budge.

You suddenly stop. You open your eyes and it’s Ryo. You notice he’s wearing his bandana, so you know he’s going to be verbally abusive. You brace yourself.

“I’m tired of playing games!” He raised his voice

You look at him confused. Before you could speak, he continues his rant.

“You think you’re so perfect and amazing. I’m tired of doing this from afar! You’re driving me crazy!”

You’re frozen in place. What was this madman spewing?

“I want you. I want you more than I need to breathe. I don’t know what you did but I can’t stop thinking about you. So become mine already so I can stop obsessing over you!”

Your mouth forms an O. You’re not just surprised, you’re floored. Ryo, of all people, was confessing to you. You feel him let go of your hand. He was growing impatient.

“Well?” He softens his tone.

You look at him and before he can react you run the other way. You’re going too fast for him to catch up.

Ryo stands there confused and hurt. He takes off his bandana in defeat. He hadn’t quite planned how he would approach you; he decided to feel the moment. Maybe he was way too harsh. Came on too strong. He hated that he had a habit of doing that. Now you were spooked and further away from him than before. Why did he think this would work?

Ryo’s confession shook you to the core. The man that swore that he hated your very existence had just opened up to you about his feelings for you. How could this have happened? Did you beating him at the Food War make him crazy? You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find Ryo attractive. I mean, his passion for food and winning was a real turn on.

You keep running without stopping until you reach the Polar Star dormitory. You shut the door behind you and hold on for dear life. Your breath is labored and your gaze unfocused.

The girls were just getting ready to leave when they saw you coming in.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Ryoko asks.

You look at them wild eyed. “Nothing.” You say between breaths.

You start walking past them, pretending you’re not a hot mess. They look at you confused but decide not to press you.

That night you take the hottest bath you can stand. You try to scrub away the feelings that came up for you. Two love confessions from your greatest enemies in one day? This turned out to be a shojo. You pondered on your next move. Going back to the lab was not happening anytime soon. Bumping into Alice was out of the question. You had to evade each of the boys. You didn’t know what to make of this whole situation.

Back at Shiomi’s lab Akira turned in for the night rather early. He hid in the darkness of his room, broken hearted and alone. He thought he had a good plan to get you to be his. He trusted his instincts and he got shot down. Did he come on too strong? Did he not say the right words? He buried his head in his pillow to hide the few tears that left his eyes.

At Ryo and Alice’s dormitory, Ryo was too busy doing planks and pushups. He had a lot of energy to burn and nowhere to put it. He made a bigger mess than he had anticipated. He had pushed you so far away that you literally ran way from him. He wasn’t a man with know-how on what were the right words in these situations. He only knew what he felt and what he thought he should do. It backfired. It all backfired. Now he’s here, alone, trying to sooth himself with an intense work out that brings him pain.

[akiranzee]

headcanons, maybe? Muzan with a reader that is the TOTAL opposite when it comes to personality. Sweet, kind, optimistic and forgiving. things like that! feel free to add more to it, though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MUZAN WITH A SOFT S/O!!

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༘˚ this man is a busy man, but he always makes time for you.

༘˚ and when he can’t, he sends at least one or two people to accompany you. ༘˚ why? because you’re too naive. muzan’s words. ༘˚ it wasn’t until he found out that you almost got scammed on an obvious scam. miyazaki mango for ¥2000? what kind of crap is that??? and now, he makes sure that he’s with you whenever you go to the market. ༘˚ also, that one time when your purse got snatched and the snatcher hadn’t even stepped a foot when muzan already grabbed him by the neck and you’re just; “muziee, stopp, he’s probably just having a hard time.” and then you give the snatcher some yen from your purse and muzan’s just like ???? ༘˚ so now he gotta up his security even more, glaring at anyone who tries to woo you :((. ༘˚ man’s also got the audacity to tell the old woman to get out of her seat on the train and let you sit instead when you’re literally fine. ༘˚ he also sometimes forgets his responsibilities and routines when he’s with you, time seems to slow down, he says and wonders. ༘˚ when raining, he tends to just take his coat off and drape it on your head, or if he didn’t wear one, he’ll cover you with his whole ass body. ༘˚ and when it’s a hot ass sunny day, he’ll always make sure to keep you hydrated and ask someone to fan you when you don’t even need him to. ༘˚ your relationship is more of a butler x princess. ༘˚ he’s like following you around in his free time that everyone around you will already know where you both are. ༘˚ also, anyone who dares to verbally abuse you will literally be sent to hell. he’ll either ask someone to beat them up while you cry in his arms, or he’ll beat them up himself while you cry in his arms, but it’s always the latter. ༘˚ now, as for cuddle time, he’ll usually be late, catch you already asleep, as again, he is a busy man, so he’ll just silently scoot inside the blanket and tuck you in his arms without surprisingly waking you up, and press a soft kiss on your forehead, the last of his duties as he too, drifts off to sleep. ༘˚ he also can’t stay mad at you for too long when you do something dumb or clumsy, ‘cause your pretty little doe eyes will just stare up at him and he’ll just... soften up. ༘˚ so, in conclusion, this man becomes soft when only and only he’s with you.

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a/n: this is my first time writing a headcanon lol. i also dk if u wanted this modern era or not :((.

[ca-3]

I don't think I've posted these here, but P5 shitposts from my twt again lolol

[startheskelaton]

Being Hispanic, Dragon ball was an integral part of my life, even if I wasn’t keeping up with it. No matter how old I got it was always there.

I hope you rest well💛