#he can have extra syllables AS A TREAT!!!!

[lieutenant-columbro]

literally the funniest thing u can do when youre lumboposting is add random extra syllables to his name... like thats not columbo thats my friend crumblumbo ❤️

[roosterforme]

How Old Are You? | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob only gets one birthday every four years. When his wife, Molly, realizes it's almost Leap Day, she throws him a party any nine year old would love. And it's the perfect celebration for a thirty-six year old, too.

Warnings: Fluff, adult language, implied smut, 18+

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC!Molly (this story accompanies The Curveball)

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Bob was half asleep in bed, post orgasm, when the weird conversation started. "So technically you're about to turn nine? Even though you'll be thirty-six? Is that right?"

He cracked his eyes open again as he watched his wife stretch her arms above her head, her nipple piercings glinting in the soft candlelight that had their bedroom aglow. She was nibbling on her lip, and he could practically see her mind working.

"Yeah," he answered cautiously. "Why do you have that expression on your face, Mo? Like you're plotting something scary?"

"I've never plotted something scary a day in my life!" she told him before leaning down and gently biting his bicep. "I was merely considering what I should get you for your special day."

"I don't need anything," he replied quickly, remembering the naked cowboy statue wearing glasses that she gifted to him last year.

"Well," she said, drawing out the single syllable. "That's where I think you're wrong, Bobby."

"Molly, I don't even want anything." Then he had an idea that he hoped would throw her off. "How about you get some pretty new barbells or rings and let me play with them?"

She rolled her eyes. "That would be a gift for me."

He shrugged as she draped herself across him. "Kind of for both of us when you really think about it."

Her soft lips found his jaw as she whispered, "But it's not every day you turn nine, Coach Cute Glasses. You deserve an extra special treat."

He shook his head in exasperation and said, "I'll really be thirty six though."

"Not according to the calendar." She kissed him sweetly before climbing over him to get out of the bed. "I'll go check on Charlie and Flora one last time before we go to sleep." Bob watched her slip his discarded undershirt on and smooth it down over her gorgeous body, perhaps a little more filled out now that they had two kids.

He reached for her hand and said, "Mo, we really need to sell the condo and get a bigger place. They can't share that tiny room forever."

Even though she told him all the time that she loved the condo and didn't want to leave it, she was finally starting to come around. "I think I'm ready to admit that you might be right about that, Uncle Bob."

"Really?" he asked, jolting up in bed.

She nodded and hummed. "Yes. Besides, your birthday party would be a lot easier to plan if we had more space to accommodate all the guests."

Bob groaned and flopped back down again, and Molly removed his glasses for him. "I don't need a birthday party," he insisted. "I just want a nice, quiet evening with you and the kids. Maybe your sister, Ev and Bradley, too, but that's it."

"We'll see," she replied before leaving the bedroom with a wicked smirk on her face.

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"Can you get to my sister's house by noon on your birthday? For your party?" Molly asked as she watched Bob feed a mashed up banana to their one year old daughter. 

"I thought we ended that discussion with us both accepting the fact that I do not need a birthday party."

"Yeah... it's too late for that," she replied easily as she and Charlie both ate their own dinners. Molly's favorite hobby was keeping her husband on his toes. She figured his life would be sad and boring without her in it, and since he chose to be with her, he must have a deep-seated love for nonsense. She always made sure to bring it out for him, especially for his birthday. 

He gave her a stern look. "It's just a small party, right?"

"Sure, Bobby."

"I don't believe you."

"Oh come on," she whined. "This is your first real birthday since we met!"

She knew he would crack. He gave her what she wanted the vast majority of the time anyway, but when she whined for something harmless, it was always hers. 

"Fine."

And with that single word, Molly executed the most epic ninth birthday anyone could ever have. She called the vendors. She ordered the piñata. She invited the guests. She procured a balloon arch. And on Bob's birthday, her own sister and brother-in-law were looking at her with shocked expressions from their back deck when she started setting things up at eight in the morning. 

"I thought this was going to be a small party?" Bradley asked as he watched her assemble the red and yellow balloon arch. 

Molly just laughed. "That's just what I told Bob. I lied. The pony should be arriving soon."

"Pony?" gasped her sister. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard. Did you say a pony is arriving?"

"Yes," Molly said, speaking a little louder now to make her point. "How the hell are we supposed to have a cowboy birthday party without pony rides?"

Then Everett came tearing out onto the back deck, still in his pajamas, shouting, "Someone is bringing a horse around from the driveway!"

"See?" Molly asked as the pony and handler appeared in the backyard. "Ev is excited. He has good taste."

"He's ten!" Bradley snapped as he went running across the yard. "Is this thing going to tear up the grass that I spent months watering so it looked this nice?" But as soon as he saw how excited Everett was to pet the cute animal, Molly knew her brother-in-law would be on her side. It was just her sister glaring at her now.

"Whatever you mess up out here, you need to clean up. That includes the horse poop!"

"It's just a pony," Molly assured her, although the animal was a lot bigger than she expected. And yes, it was actually pooping. "It's fine. It'll be fine."

She was hoping it would be fine.

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When Bob buckled Charlie and Flora back into their car seats in his truck at Myers park, he checked the time. It was almost noon. "Oh god," he groaned as he opened the driver's door. He had no idea what to expect, but the text from Bradley about how he was going to need help filling in the hoof prints in their yard next week had him on edge.

"Birthday party!" Charlie cheered from the backseat as Bob pulled out onto the main road. Molly had been talking about it so much, their son kept saying it over and over.

"That's right," Bob told him calmly. "But I'm pretty sure Mommy went bananas over the entire thing."

"Nana!" Flora crooned before she burst into tears. He should have known better than to mention her favorite food right in front of her like that. So he drove to his sister-in-law and brother-in-law's house with one delighted child and one who was crying hysterically. When he pulled down their block, there was absolutely nowhere to park, and there was a horse trailer parked right in front of the house. 

"Oh, no. No no no. Molly, no," he whispered. When he got closer, he saw the massive banner hanging on the porch that said Happy Birthday, Cowboy Bob. He had to squeeze his truck into the driveway behind the familiar blue Bronco while he gaped at the sight before him.

"Horse!" Charlie screeched. He wasn't wrong. There was some sort of pony walking around the backyard with Everett perched on top of the saddle wearing a cowboy hat. "I want the horse!"

"Okay," Bob told him as he shook his head and climbed out of the truck. He walked around to the back of the house with one child in each arm, and thankfully when Flora saw the pony, she stopped crying, perhaps out of fear. 

"Bob!" Molly shouted over the classic country music that was playing as she popped out of the enormous rodeo themed bounce house and ran to him. Literally everyone he'd ever seen in his life seemed to be here, and they were all wearing cowboy hats. Everyone from work was here. Like everyone. Cyclone was wearing a cowboy hat and drinking a beer. Bob thought he saw the doctor that Molly worked with who delivered both of their children. His parents and both of his sisters were here. His niece Piper was taking a turn riding the pony. There were indeed hoof prints in the yard.

Then Molly was somehow in his arms along with both kids, and she was kissing his neck as she said, "Happy birthday," in a voice that would have been a lot more appropriate for their bedroom. 

"Mo," he said, shaking his head. "There's a pony. It's making Bradley look constipated." 

She just rolled her eyes in response. "He'll get over it as soon as I offer to watch Everett for a few days over spring break so he and my sister can go away and do nasty stuff to each other."

Bob just smiled down at her and said, "You told me this would be a small affair."

"I guess I lied. Oops. Come say hi to Phoenix." She dragged him up onto the deck where Natasha took both kids from him with a kiss to his cheek, and then Molly was yanking his shirt over his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, standing there in his undershirt with his glasses askew. But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was pulling another shirt over his head. It said Birthday Cowboy, and there was a number 9 that looked like it was shaped out of rope.

And that's when everyone started hugging him and running around to get him drinks and chat with him. Mickey was wearing cowboy boots and a cow print vest. Maverick was teaching the kids how to line dance. Bradley's scowl had started to ease up since Everett seemed to be having the time of his life. 

"Happy birthday, Uncle Bob," Everett said when he walked over. He hugged Bob and added, "Your birthday party is my favorite birthday party ever, and I can't believe it's in my yard!"

"Thanks, Ev," he replied with a laugh as he watched Molly and Flora dancing with Javy. "It is pretty cool."

"Happy birthday, Bob," his sister-in-law said, handing him a card. "You can open it later. We got you opening day tickets for the Padres. Also, I'm so sorry that my sister is so chaotic, but you should have known what you were getting into when you started dating her."

Bob accepted another kiss on his cheek. "She really can't be stopped once she gets going." 

"It's a waste of time to even try. Might as well sit back and enjoy the show."

He did, and the looser he got, the more fun he started to have. He pet the pony while Piper rode around on it. He smashed open a cowboy piñata with one of Everett's baseball bats. He jumped in the bounce house with Charlie and Everett, and Bradley even joined them.

"I'll help you fix your yard next week," Bob promised as Everett did a backflip. 

Bradley just laughed and said, "It's hard to be mad about it when Molly just wants everyone to have the time of their life. You're very lucky. Also, I don't know how you deal with her on a daily basis."

Bob laughed, too. "Sometimes I just take it one hour at a time."

"Get ready for cake!" Molly shouted, and it took five people to carry out the biggest sheet cake he'd ever seen in his life. It was cow print and decorated with boots and spurs, and said Happy 9th Birthday, Cowboy Bob!

After he blew out the nine candles he reached for Molly. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I didn't know I needed a ninth birthday party, but I guess I really did."

"You're only a kid once, Bobby," she replied, smiling against his lips.

"You do know I'm actually thirty-six, right?" he asked, pulling her snug against him as her sister started to cut up the cake. 

"Not according to the calendar," she responded, patting him gently on the cheek. "Your mom and I had a lovely conversation about how terrible you look for your age."

He tried not to smile, but it was useless. "I'm actually having the best day, Mo."

"I knew it all along."

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Both kids were sound asleep as soon as Molly tucked them into bed. Charlie went on a sugar high and then crashed, and Flora was played with and held by seemingly everyone at the party. They would probably sleep for a solid twelve hours. Which was good, because Molly wanted to give her husband the rest of his birthday presents. 

She found him in their bedroom where he was opening up the cards he got with a soft smile on his face. "You have so many friends," she told him, and he turned to look at her. "Everyone loves Bob Floyd."

He actually blushed which made her want to rip all of his clothing to shreds and have her way with him. He shook his head slightly and said, "Everyone loves the amazing Molly Floyd and her beautiful imagination."

"Bobby," she moaned softly, taking the card from his hand and wrapping her arms around him. "Tell me more about how amazing I am."

He laughed and whispered, "You threw me the equivalent of a kids' ninth birthday party, just because you could. My dad participated in the pie eating contest. My mom learned how to line dance. Bradley almost popped a vein in his forehead. It was wonderful."

She sighed in contentment. "In four more years when you turn ten, we'll be in a bigger house, and we can host your party there. But we'll have to wait and see if you're still into cowboys or if your interests change, Kiddo. Now will you please open your present from me? And put on your cowboy hat? I've always wanted to suck a real cowboy's cock."

Bob grinned. "Molly, you suck my cock when I'm wearing my cowboy hat all the time."

"But you've never had assless chaps before."

Bob let out a strangled sound, and when he opened the box that was wrapped in cowboy paper, there were in fact assless chaps inside. "Please, please, please put them on," Molly moaned. "God, I feel like it's my birthday."

As soon as she started whining, he always gave her what she wanted. It was impossible not to. Five minutes later, Bob was standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing the chaps, his birthday shirt, and his old cowboy hat. Molly was panting and biting her knuckle, already obviously raring to go down on him, which just made him harder.

But she took a step toward him and then stopped, a devilish smirk on his face. "Now wait. I'm having a bit of a moral dilemma with you in that shirt. How old are you again?"

"I'm thirty-six," he replied blandly. 

"You sure about that, Cowboy Bob?"

"Molly! I'm thirty-six!"

"Okay, okay. Just checking," she said, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. "But let's just remove this anyway."

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I had a blast revisiting these two! I'm so deeply in love with Molly. I hope you enjoyed Bob's birthday celebration. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[confiaenanaa]

OOOOOO ANOTHER M&M WRITER?????

ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!!! ANYWAY, I'M JUST HERE TO SAY MY THANKS CUZ I'M GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS WILLING TO WRITE FOR EMINEM 👀, back to my real intention (hehe), may i request (if you're open, if not you can discard this request) an f!reader with 90's marshall an age-gap around 1-2 or no age-gap, your choice, and the reader was just having an amazingly bad day, while her boyfriend just ruins it even more for her. after their biggest ever argument, reader just ends up wanting to break up with him, in which he agreed and she just stormed off somewhere private and dark but calm for her to listen to music and cry, but then there's marshall spotting her in the corner all by herself. and him, as her best friend, of course wouldn't let the little lady be alone. n then she just kind of started aggresive at first, but moves on to give up and cry while cuddling marshall after a bit more of interacting with the silly blonde guy. he always have great advices for cases involving love, especially for reader, but when it comes to him actually falling for reader? now that's a special case. he'd sometimes give an obvious advice that led to giving hint that he wants reader be with him. (ex: "maybe u can date someone blonde hotter than him." something like that) YOU GET ME YOU GET ME????????? SPECIAL SONG INSPIRATIONAL: TREAT YOU BETTER 🔥🔥🔥🕶️🕶️ ANYWAY, THAT'S ALL OF MY PROMPT, THE REST IS UP TO U, EITHER ENDS UP WITH SMUT OR FLUFFFF 🤭

eminem - friends to lovers

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

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synopsis: Y/N and Marshall are best friends. Y/N goes through a rough breakup; and her best friend is there to help her.

warnings: cursing, smoking

A/N: first request! I hope you like it. if there's any feedback you have let me know!

Y/N pulled into her driveway, sighing after a long day's work. She’d had a terrible day, truly one of her worst. She’d requested a raise from her boss, which she was denied; later, she spilled coffee all over herself and her car on her lunch break. She’d botched her presentation and possibly lost the deal of a lifetime. Her coworkers seemed to be extra annoying, and most of all, her boyfriend, Jack, couldn’t let her relax for one day. She’d received the seventh passive aggressive text from him just as she was turning the key to her front door. 

“Why haven’t you gone for groceries yet? I thought you were going to get me my favorite sour candies.“ 

At this point in her day, she just needed some peace. Maybe a facemask, some ice cream, and a movie. However, just as she’s setting her bag down on her desk, she hears an irritated sigh behind her. She turns to look at him, displeased as ever. 

-Why are you being so bitchy today? All I asked for were my sour candies.

She felt a surge of rage through her body. How dare he call her that? 

-Bitchy? What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve clearly had a rough day, so can you just lay off my ass and let me relax for a bit?

-Why the hell do you need to relax?! All you do is bitch about your job and sit on your ass all day doing nothing and making jack shit!

He’d begun to scream in her face. At this rate, it’d take only one more syllable out of his mouth to make her go catatonic. 

-At least I have a job! And I’m not just some squatter mooching off his girlfriend and sucking the life out of her! 

She knew she’d struck a nerve. He’d recently lost his job—one that he’d really loved. She saw his face contort from rage to hurt to a mix of both.

-Is that how you really feel? Fine! Then I’ll go and suck the life out of someone else since I’m such an inconvenience to your life!

-Yeah! You should! Get the hell out, Jack! And take your shit with you!

He’d looked a bit shocked. By the end of the night, he’d been packed up and moved out. Y/N sat down on her couch and popped open a bottle of vodka. She decided to text her best friend in search of some comfort. He’d texted back almost immediately. 

“I’m sorry to hear that you guys broke up. If you want, I can come over and bring your favorite chocolates and stuff.”

She’d smiled at the message. She told him to come over as quickly as possible. When she put her phone down, the feeling of grief hit her like a truck. It washed over her, covering her from head to toe. She felt the tears flow down her cheeks freely. She suddenly wanted to sink into the couch and not come back out. She didn’t regret her decision, but she’d certainly mourn the loss of a loving figure in her life. 

Just as she began to allow her thoughts to wander, she heard a knock at her front door. She opened it and saw her bleach-blonde best friend. He had a wide grin on his face as he held up the Walmart bag full of snacks and skincare. They were watching a movie, a random one; at least, to Y/N. She couldn’t pay attention; she was too busy thinking about her breakup and the thousand other things overwhelming her at the moment. She’d excused herself, telling him she was going to the bathroom. Instead, she decided to go to her spot. In her backyard, there was a small hill. On the other end, there was a pond with ducks and trees, and she always had it to herself. She sat down near the pond, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket. She lit it and inhaled. 

Just as she was about to light her second cigarette, she heard footsteps behind her.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-You feelin’ okay?

He asked as he took the cigarette out of her hands and hit some himself.

-Kind of. I just don’t really know what I’m feeling. I’m not regretting it, but I’m sad.

-I get it. But the best way to get over things is to move on. Don’t keep thinkin’ about that shit, or you’ll get caught up in it and things’ll get worse.

She realized he’d been right (like always). He looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

-Let’s go back inside and just chill, yeah?

-Alright.

She laid down in her bed, Marshall quickly following suit. She looked around her room, beginning to think about the weight of what just happened. She felt the tears pricking her eyes again. Marshall felt her tremble and heard a sniffle, so he just held her close and whispered reassuring words to her as he stroked her hair. 

-Look, you don’t need a guy like that.

They both sit up.

-Oh, yeah? And what kind of guy do I need?

She asked, keeping up the silly banter their friendship always maintained.

-I don’t know—maybe a hot blonde guy that actually cares.

She giggled and hit him on the shoulder; she thought he was joking, until she looked him in the eye. She saw that he meant it. Y/N froze for a second; did she really want her best friend? Did he really want her? She didn’t really have time to answer since he’d already had his hands pulling the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss...

[spiralinghours]

“Personal Assistant” Pt 3

Fandom: Saw franchise

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman x reader (fem/afab)

Rating: R (definitely 18+ for this part, babes)

Tags/Warnings: Feeding kink, belly/dadbod appreciation (whatever you wanna call it—we love a thick Hoffman), switchy dynamics, mild daddy kink, the same ol’ inappropriate boss x secretary dynamics, nose riding/grinding, somewhat detailed cunnilingus, mild pet play (in that Hoffman gets referred to as a pig, dog, cat, etc)

Summary: Hoffman’s secretary brings him lunch. AND dessert 👀

Author’s Notes: These don’t really happen in any specific, chronological order. There IS a mention of Jigsaw here, but it’s unclear if the secretary knows Hoffman is an apprentice or not.

Probably errors. If so, will fix later lol

The lunch hour had gone on a little long… Not that it was your fault or anything. Not that it had interrupted much. You were just being a decent assistant, making sure your boss remembered to eat and took the time to de-stress in the middle of his day. The fact that you had you brought him a little extra dessert as a treat—in the form of a to-go box of tiramisu and a formidable slab of red velvet—was no inconvenience.

For extra insurance that Hoffman finished all his food (he needed the fuel for a

busy day, after all), and as part of your attentive duties, you were sure to perch on your usual spot on his lap in order to hand feed him as he clacked at his keyboard and skimmed through documents.

As he chewed and hiccuped through the last bits of his lunch, you smiled perkily, snaking your fingers under his waistband. You hefted his belly onto his lap, fingers tickling and lightly pressing into the sides.

“That’s enough for now, sweetheart. We have a press thing at two and I gotta be able to move around. I’m not gonna wanna get up with this treatment.” He groaned a little under his breath as he shifted in the chair, trying not to make the discomfort obvious. “Besides, I have to look presentable for the cameras.”

“Oooo, but sir, you look plenty presentable like this,” you practically purred, tone as sweet and low as a sugar packet.

In efforts to reassure him of such, you softly raked your fingers down over the front curve of his tummy, giving just enough soothing pressure. You also started picking at little things, tidying them up: buttoning a low-down shirt button that had come undone, straightening out his suspenders, smoothing out his dark blue tie (which he usually wore with a white shirt, as he did on this day, looking so handsome)… His combed-back hair had started to come loose from the day’s exertion (what little if at all Hoffman even had), falling in cute dark strands around his eyes. As you raised your hands to tuck the strands behind his ears, he sighed at the light touch, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.

“That’s nice, babydoll,” he mumbled tiredly. “If only you could do that all day.”

“I will literally stay sat right here and play with your hair and whatever else all day, sir.”

“I know, and that’s the problem. I got too much to do.” He opened his eyes, looking blandly annoyed at the prospect of having to do anything else than sit under your spread thighs.

“You’re so popular,” you joked, grin dimpling up your cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s what it is. Nothing to do at all with this Jigsaw shit, or any of the other minor cases I gotta deal with.”

“Well, you are the boss,” you shrugged matter-of-factly, still combing his hair under your nails. “Lieutenant,” you added sweetly, emphasizing each syllable.

“Mmm, why’s that sound so good when you say it? But also, a little condescending.” He tilted his head, shooting you a sassy look.

You giggled. “You’re using some big words today, sir.”

“Gettin’ smart with me,” he tutted.

“If you don’t like it, I can just leave.” You began to stand up, unwrapping a leg from his lap. “I should go back to my desk and actually do my job. You know, check your calendar, make sure you don’t have any unwanted guests… All that stuff I don’t do that I get paid for.”

“You’re doing a plenty good job right here, darlin’.” Hoffman pulled you back down on his lap. His hands felt so big and thick embracing you like they did—bumbling and gentle, but strong enough to do damage if he tried.

“Ah yes, the exact job I applied for: babying you all day and telling you you’re doing such a good job.” You cupped a hand to his cheek, mocking the praise.

“As if you don’t love coming in here to play princess and fatten me up like a lazy house cat.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“I do. Does that make you a pet?”

“Yeah, for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He flashed his eyes at you under heavy lids, irritated that you would make him verbally confirm such a thing.

Heaving himself from the chair and moving you in the process (you noted the way his plush sides nearly stuck between the chair handles), he switched up positions: placing you in his seat, and he, himself, getting down on his knees in front of you.

“What’s this?” you laughed, more giddy than you wanted to let on.

“Said I’m the pet, right?” He leaned in and kissed your knee. “Dogs belong on the floor, don’t they?” That gave you a shiver. Every word came out like a sultry near-threat, daring you to challenge what his next move would be.

Another kiss to your knee. Then the other knee. Then your shin. Then the back of your calf. Then the tip of your shoe, and then the spiked heel… You watched the way his obscenely plump lips dragged against your nylons with each kiss. His eyes stayed glued to yours. You savored how good he looked casting that baby blue glare from beneath you.

“I think I’m hungry again,” he mumbled, parting your thighs and hooking his thick fingers into your underwear, sliding them away just enough to give him access.

“Whatta pig,” you giggled lowly.

“Don’t start with the pig shit, baby. We’ll be here all day and I only have half an hour.” His words tapered off at the end, becoming muffled as he buried his face between your legs, lapping his tongue into you like he was starving.

His tongue traced around your clit, delicately at first, then turning into more zealous pressing and sucking, giving you just the right amount of heat and friction. You could feel the way he salivated against you, too careless and needy to notice.

As his tongue slipped lower, prodding at your entrance, Hoffman’s prominent nose started pushing against your clit—an immediate yet super specific turn on. You pushed your pelvis forward to grind against his nose a little more intently, until he pulled away.

“Like that?” he smiled, a trace of deviousness across his slick lips. “Next time you can ride my face, how about that?”

“I’d love that, sir.”

“Right on this desk,” he hummed, bringing his mouth back to your pussy, practically suctioning on. He released for a quick breath. “Maybe on your desk. Let those rookies in the hallway watch.”

“You’re such a pervert,” you breathed out, started to get a little closer to the edge too soon. Your vision was going hazy in the best way.

With a few more painstakingly drawn-out laps from entrance to clit, applying an increasing amount of hot pressure, you felt that jolt right to your core. Instinctively, your pelvis bucked up against him, smothering his face. You couldn’t help squeezing your thighs tight, riding out every last bit of the delicious climax.

Dark hair mussed across his forehead cartoonishly, Hoffman finally pulled away to catch his breath. He licked off a bit of your slick from his lower lip with a small grin.

“Ooo, big boys like you know how to eat, huh?” you mused.

Hoffman sweetly pinched your chin between his fingers as he got to his feet. “Of course, babydoll. Mind helping me get ready for this press bullshit?”

“Only if you don’t make a mess of yourself again,” you winked.

[iwas-princess]

i love love LOVE you writing sm! esp the fluffy to angst ones hehe. i really loved how you write the 'all too well' with suna rintarou. i dont wanna be that type of person, but if you can and if it's possible, can you maaaybe write a short part 2 of it? like what happens next after that huge fight and how yn decides to try again with suna? up to you honestly! would love to hear your opinion about making or reasons why you wouldn't make a part 2 about it! thank u and have a good day/night! <3

suna rintaro • all too well (taylor’s version)

the irrigated glare that you held to rintaro’s back all evening had begun to make him sweat with intimidation. every word that left your sweet lips seemed to be soaked with venom before being released and his heart was wounded with each ice cold syllable that stabbed into his chest.

he deserved it, he knew that it was a consequence to be treated like this after last week’s occurrence— but it hadn’t made your defensive behavior hurt any less.

“do you want to play some mario kart then, baby?”

suna had been on the floor of your living room, suggesting things to do together for your rainy night in, for twenty minutes now and every proposal was shot down with a grumpy ‘no’ by the princess herself. he would be lying if he told anyone that he wasn’t getting tired of your difficult attitude, because he was just on the brink of locking himself in the extra bedroom for the night at this point. but, as he always did, he put up with it to please you.

once he was met with the same effortless answer, he decided to take another route. perhaps you hadn’t wanted to play any video games tonight and he was assuming something wrong. but, he wasn’t sure what else there was to do given he had already offered nearly every source of entertainment.

with a small huff, he pushed himself off of the carpet and stood.

“i’m not sure what else to do then, baby.” he scratched his head as he racked his brain for any other ideas. “i’ve suggested everything that we do on days like these, do you have any ideas, princess?”

he was gentle, masking his frustration very well, but you knew— you knew how many shadows of anger lurked inside of him, no matter how good he hid them from you.

the reminded made your heart ache and tears threaten to burn your eyes, but you held your ground strong. you wouldn’t let him hurt you anymore, not after last time.

you agreed afterward that you were being a bit irrational about the missed date, but his words were beyond unreasonable. the cut they left ran deep and stung every time you looked at him, never failing to remind you of his true feelings.

doubt was all you felt recently whenever he did his usual generous acts for you, the old feeling of love and appreciation disappeared you once felt showed no sign of return. the only thing you could think of every time he did something as caring as opening a door for you or giving you a mindless foot rub at night, was his words. his cruel, hatful words he claimed were honest.

‘even five minutes in the same room with you can leave me so exhausted.’

‘you drain my battery’

‘you’re just so goddamn clingy all of the fucking time.’

they repeated like a mantra in your head all day, reminding you to never say too much to him or be near him longer than ten minutes before leaving the room. at first, it was difficult to stay away from him and do things yourself, but after a few long days went by, you began to learn.

you did surprisingly well at being somewhat independent, finding that time away from your boyfriend was peaceful and the extra time you put in for yourself made you feel refreshed. soon, you no longer felt the heartache that came along with distancing yourself from suna, and even longed to hermit into your room for alone time whenever he entered your space.

you loved him still, and some times found yourself aching to have everything back to the way it once was— but you knew that would never happen.

so, you decided to make the best of what the future held instead of grieving the loss of your once angelic relationship.

although, you were finally becoming happy within yourself, all you felt towards suna was anger.

pure anger for wasting your time thinking you were loved and cared for genuinely, not just to please you. he had made you think all along that he thought of you as his princess, his pretty princess that he lived to serve and couldn’t stay away from— but as it turns out, he couldn’t stand you.

so, why play nice?

“have you ever thought that maybe, i don’t want to do anything with you, rintaro?”

[shenglingyuan]

title: words of wisdom and whatnots (ao3) pairing: togame jo/sakura haruka summary: sakura asks advice about his new bf from a certain senpai. his friends also tease him a lot (and tried to give him advice) if you were following my previous two togasaku fics, this happens in between them ;3;

The recent days have been quite a revelation for Sakura.

Even more so than friendship, dating someone is a completely new realm for him. Not that things have drastically changed between him and Togame ever since the festival. Instead, every single interaction they share now makes Sakura feel even more fuzzy all over. He can’t quite put a word on it, but it is a good feeling.

“Remember the bread Umemiya gave last time? It’s really good.” Togame’s leisurely pace in talking is a perfect company for walking. “I’m planning to go to your side of town later so I can buy a freshly baked version.”

He figured out early on that the guy isn’t too big on messages, which honestly is something he agrees with. Their phone calls even got more frequent, especially in the mornings when Sakura walks to school. It’s a welcome addition to his daily routine.

“Do it after my class, I’ll go with you. Call me when you’re on the way.”

“Afraid I’ll get lost?”

“The bakery’s literally along the same street as the entrance to the pub street.”

“You don’t have to come with me, then. I should be fine.”

“People will get worried if they see someone new roaming around in a different team’s jacket. I’ll go with you so you they know you’re not a troublemaker.”

“Almost thought you were worried for my safety.”

“Hah! As if someone here can actually endanger you.”

“Then I’ll take you up on that date. It is a date, yeah?”

“‘Course it is!” The words almost effortlessly come out from Sakura’s mouth, except that his cheeks started to warm up and his lips twisted into a pout, probably jumbling up his syllables. “What else would it be?”

Togame chuckles on the other end of the phone. “Can’t wait for it. Well, Choji’s calling for me. I’ll talk to you later, Sakura.”

The call drops just as Sakura turned to the street that directly leads to Furin. He’s learned from Togame that not everyone in Shishitoren actually goes to school. In fact, only a minority does, and Togame isn’t a part of that minority.

Must be nice to not have any extra responsibilities. He personally feels like Bofurin can still protect the town without having to attend school, but then most people would probably lose a reason to join Bofurin if they didn’t have to go.

Maybe he can afford to skip school one day and check how Shishitoren go about their daily life? Of course, it’s not just an excuse to see Togame. If he wants to be on Bofurin’s top one day, learning about other teams seems like an invaluable piece of knowledge. Right?

Togame Jo…how should he even treat him differently now that they’re actually dating?

With his mind circling back to Togame, he recalls their moment underneath the fireworks and the warmth of his hand as it tightly held his own, and the heat on his cheeks raises a degree warmer.

“—ning, Sakura-san!”

“AAH!” Sakura instinctively jumps a few steps back with a loud yelp. It’s Suo and Nirei, waiting for him by the gates of Furin. “How are you two always creeping up on me?!”

“We weren’t,” Nirei looks particularly offended, “We saw you from afar so we decided to wait for you here.”

“Ugh. Let’s go.” Sakura briskly walks ahead of them, slightly aware of his burning ears.

“What are you smiling about, though?” Suo asks as he catches up with Sakura’s steps. Of course, he’d be quick to notice and tease him about it.

“I ain’t smiling.”

“It’s actually a rather wide smile, Sakura-kun.”

“If it’s making you that happy, I don’t know why you have to hide it,” Nirei unhelpfully adds.

Sakura decides to ignore them until they finally reach the classroom and settle down on their chairs.

“You’re always like this, Sakura-kun.” Yet Suo is still not done pestering him. “I remember you were also like this last time after Umemiya-san talked with you about our fight with Shishitoren.”

“Oh yeah, we were calling you so many times across the street but you didn’t notice us until we were right in front of your face.”

“Sakura-kun blushing and feeling happy…by any chance, have you started dating someone?”

“Huh?! Who told you that?”

His outburst overpowers the buzzing noise in their classroom, resulting in a sudden silence all around them. Some even throw pointed quizzical stares towards their direction. Eventually, everybody returns to their own conversations, a bit used to Sakura yelling at the most random things.

“Nire-kun, he did not deny it.” Suo quietly notes when the attention on them finally dissipates.

“Whoa, you’re actually right.” Nirei is already pulling up his notebook to record this one-of-a-kind scoop on Sakura.

“Don’t write that! It’s none of your business.”

“Aha! So, you really are seeing someone. How impressive.”

“But, Sakura-san, you’re always blushing whenever there’s anything remotely romantic within your sight. I can’t imagine you being functional in a romantic situation yourself.”

“Is that a dig on me?” Sakura forms a fist in front of his face, his eyes throwing daggers towards Nirei’s direction, “Fight me outside, you little punk.”

“Let me guess who, Sakura-kun,” Suo smiles at him leisurely, carefully putting his raised fist down as Nirei uses his back to shield himself, “If I don’t get it right on the third try, I’ll grant you one fight where I go all out.”

“And what if you guess it right?”

“Hm, well, knowing this kind of information is prize enough. I’m not so cruel that I’d ask for more out of this.”

Now this is a deal that’s worth his while. Suo has always been avoiding a fight with him, not even for a sparring. He leans forward in excitement, a smug grin forming on his lips. “You have a deal.”

“Great!” Suo clasps his hand together, “Then, my first guess…”

He can’t wait to beat the shit out of Suo for all the times he teased him.

“…is Togame-san.”

…What the hell!

“You knew!”

“Oh? I was right?” Suo looks sincerely shocked, and behind him, Nirei looks like he has forgotten how to breathe. “I was just guessing, especially after he helped us a lot. You could have denied it, you know. But well, you’re still too young to know trade secrets. I told you gathering information is my specialty.”

“You—!” Got him played for a fool!

Just as he’s about to give Suo a beating right there and then, the teacher finally arrives, foiling his plan of revenge.

By break time, Sakura immediately escapes from further interrogation by running out of their classroom before Suo could make another remark. He contemplates skipping the rest of his class for the day, but Tamon 1-1 has patrol duty after class and he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from Hiiragi if he missed that.

With nothing to do in the next thirty minutes, he finds himself heading down to the second year floor. There’s a lingering question in his mind which he knows that asking either Nirei or Suo about will lead him nowhere, they’re probably just as inexperienced. And besides, even if he does ask Takanashi who always talks about his girlfriend, his relationship with Togame will probably spread like wildfire if he talked about it to someone outside his closest circle.

Not that he wants to hide it, it’s just that he has enough teasing from Suo already. He can imagine that the whole class will pile on him if they knew and it will definitely bring him endless teasing. His classmates can be so rowdy, after all.

He arrives in front of the 2-1 classroom and peeks through their door. Kusumi sees him and understands at once, getting Kaji’s attention.

In the end, Sakura decides he should go to someone who seems wise enough to give him insight but will not tattle about the matter just to anybody.

That certain someone steps out of the classroom as he pulls down his headphones to his neck, “What is it?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Is it gonna take a while?”

“Not really, but...” He looks behind him where Kaji’s classmates just noticed that their treasured grade captain has been called for again.

Kaji nods in understanding, “Alright. To the rooftop we go.”

They both leave before Kaji’s classmates could even begin to horde around them like before. Upon arriving at the rooftop, Kaji raises an arm to stop him. “Wait here, let me check.”

He quickly surveys the vicinity, and upon seeing that the coast is clear, waves for Sakura to follow him. “Lock the door behind you. Don’t want anybody eavesdropping on us again.”

Then they settled right under the cherry blossom tree with the view of the city before them. The summer wind blows steadily, much warmer compared to the last time they talked on this rooftop. The matter back then was more serious, of course.

“Well, what is it that you wanted to talk about? Got a problem in class again?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Now that Sakura’s in this position, he suddenly feels that it’s too silly to ask Kaji something so personal. “I wanted to ask if…if you were newly dating someone, how would you treat them?”

“Ha? Why are you asking me that kind of question?”

“You seemed the type to know.”

“Relationships aren’t part of grade captain duties; I don’t understand how you came to think that I can advise you on this.” Kaji bites at the last of his lollipop, feeling a bit annoyed to have been brought up here for such trivial matters.

“It’s not just because we’re grade captains.”

Kaji pauses at these words.

So, Sakura seems to see him as a senior, after all. Not only for matters related to Bofurin, but also in general aspects of his life. Sakura could have gone to the third years for advice as they seem to be more attached to Sakura compared to him, but Sakura chose to seek his advice.

Not that he’s any good but, being recognized like this, who wouldn’t feel a bit moved? He knows that Sakura has been alone for almost all of his life before coming to Furin. He’s also aware that Furin itself has reliable seniors from whom everyone, even he himself, rely on. But now, the role of a reliable senior is being placed onto him.

Last time, he had Hiiragi’s wisdom to share. This time around, he is on his own.

“Kimura from our class has a girlfriend, he’s always talking about picking her up after school and walking home together. Asami had one before, I know he loved cooking for his ex before they broke up. I don’t have personal experience, so I can only share what I know from others,” He scratches the tip of his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed for what he is about to say, but he reckons making it more personal will give his words meaning. “But if it was me, I’d spend a lot of time with that special person. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing. Being in the same space would already mean a lot to me.”

“But…they don’t go to school with me. And I’m still bad at cooking.”

“You don’t have to do that same things that I mentioned. What I’m trying to say is, each person will have a different way to express their affection, and their own way to receive affection, as well. You just have to figure it out on your own, just like with everything else.”

Sakura cranes his neck, confusion still on his face.

“You fought with the deputy leadership of Shishitoren, didn’t you?”

“H-huh? Yeah. Why?” For some reason, Sakura suddenly looks flustered, a touch of pink shading his cheeks. What doesn’t fluster this guy, really?

“I’m sure the seniors told you something about having the desire to know your opponent and wanting to know more about them. Umemiya-san loves that piece a lot. I guess relationships are just like that: get to know the other person, let the other person know you. But this time, the other person is not an opponent.”

Finally, some semblance of clarity settles on Sakura’s face. Kaji realizes he should have framed his dilemma in the context of fighting from the get-go. This guy is too simple-minded, in the end.

“Well, make sure your dating woes don’t get in the way of your duties.” Kaji opens up another lollipop and turns on his heel, “But since that person is now important to you, then they’re important to Bofurin, as well. If you need help, make sure to let us know.”

His talk with Kaji was surprisingly productive. It’s just amusing how Kaji implied he can ask Bofurin’s help to protect his important person. Togame’s the last person who needs protection.

But if I grow even stronger, then I can be someone who protects him? Seems like a sound plan for Sakura.

The rest of the day ends without a hitch, what with exams coming up and their teachers trying their best to get the whole class be able to receive at least a passing mark. Unfortunately, they still had after-school patrol duties.

He can’t avoid Suo and Nirei forever. And for some reason who must definitely be Suo, Kiryu and Tsugeura found out about him dating someone and have been pestering him about it all the time they are doing their patrol at the other end of town.

“But the most important thing is,” Tsugeura hooks an arm around his shoulder and pulls him close, spectacularly failing to whisper his next question, “Have you kissed yet, though?”

“K-k-k-what!” Sakura sputters, the image of himself kissing Togame forming inside his mind and the tips of his ears burning up. He shoves Tsugeura away from him. “Of course not!”

“Why not?” Kiryu asks with an almost disappointed tone.

“Have you kissed anybody yourself?” Sakura says defensively.

“Well, I would have, but I really haven’t gotten a girlfriend. A gentleman’s lips are only for his beloved, you know.”

“Oh, Kiryu-kun that’s so romantic of you.” Tsugeura says with an enthusiastic nod, “That’s a great virtue.”

“Of course~ Ladies love romantics.”

On the side, Nirei writes everything down in his handy notebook. “Never been kissed. A true romantic.”

“It’s not like it’s important,” Sakura finally says when he has felt the warmth from his cheeks finally dissipate, “We just started going out.”

“Well, it’s expected of our Sakura-kun. He’s a very pure boy, after all,” Suo smiles innocently at them.

“You’re really asking for a beating, aren’t you?”

“Since when have you been going out, Sakura-san?”

“…Since the summer festiv— Don’t write that down!”

“A festival confession!” Kiryu claps his hand in delight, “Wowee, Sakura-chan, you’re even cooler than expected. Then, I’ll teach you something important. If you’re too shy to go for an actual kiss, you can try an indirect kiss.”

“W-what’s that?”

“It’s when you drink from the same cup or bottle that your girlfriend is drinking from, so technically, your lips indirectly touched each other because you drank from the same spot. It’s very common in romantic media, but I guess you don’t watch many of those, Sakura-chan.”

“It’s not…,” Sakura speaks up, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Despite his reservations, he’s determined to clear up the confusion. “Not a girl.”

“Oh,” Kiryu gasps, but there’s no judgment nor malice behind it at all. “Sorry for assuming. Should have realized someone of Sakura-chan’s charms would attract attention from everyone.”

“Is he from Furin?” Tsugeura, on his part, is suddenly even more curious. “It’s probably not anybody from our class, so is it our senior? Didn’t think your type would be someone older.”

To their credit, Suo and Nirei remain mum about what they knew…which is kind of inconvenient for Sakura because now, the decision to disclose this information relies solely on him. They usually handle information-related tasks as vice captains. But for Sakura’s personal matters…Kiryu and Tsugeura look at him expectantly.

“Sakura-kun, you don’t have to tell it to them if you’re not comfortable, you know,” Suo suddenly says, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.

“No, it’s not like I want to hide it,” Sakura scratches the back of his neck and looks away, “I just…didn’t think it’d be this soon.”

“Then it’s okay. You don’t have to tell us who it is now.” Kiryu smiles, then turns to Tsugeura, “Right, Tsuge-chan?”

“Of course! Forcing information out of a friend is not one of my virtues. You can tell us when you finally want to share.” Tsugeura adds with a thumbs-up.

Sakura finally relaxes, thankful that the two other guys aren’t as sharp or as forceful as Suo when it comes to extracting information.

The rest of their patrol was filled with unsolicited words of advice from four inexperienced first years to an even more inexperienced classmate. If someone was listening on to their conversations, they’d definitely think that they are a bunch of hopeless romantics. Sakura thinks of running away from them from being overloaded with “dating” tips, it’s too much. Just too much.

As he is one advice away from actually bolting away, he sees a familiar set of monk’s clothes heading towards their direction.

It’s Togame, walking casually along the shopping street with his orange Shishitoren jacket hanging folded on the crook of his arm. He raises a hand when he saw that Sakura has noticed him. The other four notice him at the same time.

“Isn’t that Togame Jo of Shishitoren?” Tsugeura asks, “What’s he doing here?”

“Oh, Sakura-san, didn’t you have some matters to discuss with him?” Nirei suddenly says, an overly bright and obviously nervous smile painted on his face.

“Yeah, we should go ahead,” Suo interjects before Sakura can reply. “We’re almost done with our patrol anyway.”

It takes Sakura a moment to realize that his vice captains are helping in dragging Kiryu and Tsugeura away so he can go to Togame in peace. Turns out, the two of them knowing the truth early on can come in handy like this.

“Then I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

With a final farewell, Sakura parts ways with the rest of his group and strides towards Togame’s direction.

“I told you to call me when you’re on the way.”

“Was going to but I saw you from far away with your friends. You’re so easy to spot, you know.” Togame smiles as he ruffles Sakura’s hair. “Did I disturb your time with them?”

“Nah, just finished up patrol duty. Why aren’t you wearing your jacket?”

“You did tell me it will cause people to worry if I did. I don’t look like a troublemaker now, do I?”

Sakura shakes his head, smiling despite himself. Over three months ago, he had no one. Now, he has trustworthy friends and reliable seniors. There’s even someone he can call his special person. And yet, nothing feels out of place. He realizes that he has been worrying for nothing.

Just a moment with Togame and he knows, everything after will come naturally.

“You still do, but I’ll keep you in check.”

“Right. To the bakery, then?”

“Let’s go.”

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Desolation of Dorin || 104th Headcanons

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Sinker:

This would be one of the many few that he would hold his tongue when it comes to airing negative thoughts over daunting realities like he did in “Rising Malevolence”. But as Plo always encouraged them to be true to themselves, you’ll hear him end his ‘observations with’ “Well, I guess I’ll have to sneak some eggs in the ship without the General knowing — or Wolffe.”

100/10 he would but gets caught because Plo would be like “oh no no no no no, boy stahp."

He'd be the first to answer little Kel Dor children with so much positivity his brothers would tease him if he lost a screw somewhere in his head. Boost will shed tears for his vod.

Gets super attached to the kids and begrudgingly let's them dangle on his arms to play.

Boost:

Ya boy will come come through like sunshine. All smiles! Takes time to hand off relief supply with lingering hand squeezes, shoulder pats, head pats.

First to break and just hug a child.

Sneaks in extra rations even if they're from his own person/pocket share.

Keeps close to Sinker because he's either in disbelief that Sinker is being positive or just wants to make sure he doesn't relapse into a sarcastic downer of a twat that we all love very much ♥

Makes sure all his vods are still okay and would very much be willing to cover shifts/rounds if they get tired.

Is very tired, but is the "drummer in the band". His dedication and willingness to be this booth of bliss and hope is infectious.

Comet:

Keeps getting lost so he's walking around followed by very concerned children, teens, and adult Kel Dor citizens to point him in the right direction. He has boxes of treats and snacks and just hands them to everyone.

Doesn't give two shits if he already gave one to someone, gives more anyway.

Leads a train of laughing and amused followers because ya boy busts out singing or chanting, turning in random points to 'peek-a-book' the kids and they're just so entertained.

Trips at one point and gets toppled by all the babies.

Warthog:

Quietly carrying eggs from one place to another.

Teaches Dorin kids rock-paper-scissors.

Gets very much into it and is so close to wanting to gamble but he gets bonked by Wolffe.

Quietly picks up a child after another. Adding to his pile of Kel Dor kids on his shoulder like jenga.

Also gets bonked by Wolfe because endangerment of children is not how the 104th will get decommissioned.

Wolffe:

Wolffe's main priority is the very exhausted Plo Koon who should be resting but is instead with them handing out relief and offering comfort where he can. He knows Plo just came from a very heavy meeting with the Baran Do Sages and that he's not had a decent sleep since the news broke out.

He's very hesitant to do this but is very set on at least offering some respite for Plo. Doesn't want to fuck it up. Comms Ahsoka and recites the words over and over to himself like a broken record. He'd practice with intonations and syllables like it's so gd hard to say. And finally he does it ♥

This is the part where I lose it, okay?

Wolffe, who stands beside Plo handing relief, turns to a Kel Dor and just goes... "Uh... K.... Ko... Koh to Yah."

Plo just looses it. Doesn't even look at Wolfe but they know. They all know Plo's breaking. Proud breaking. Just crumbling because I like to hurt this old man because I love him so much, ok?

Ya boy panics and is unsure if he said it right. But the Kel Dor citizen he gave the relief to replied with the same words and all is okay. Makes all the boys start their greeting with 'Koh to Yah'. Didn't even have to instruct them, they know and just does it.

Plo Koon

— My sun, moon, and stars; love of my life, light of my darkest hour, the he of whom I would burn the galaxy for ♥ :

He'll pardon himself to meditate. The weight of of the galaxy, of Dorin, looms over his shoulders and seeing his boys little by little ease the load, you bet my favorite, overly dramatic Baran Do Sage is gonna need a moment ♥.

As he retreats to his designated rest area, he'll find all all the Wolves buckets upside down full of Kel Dor goodness. There'd be snacks that were big in Dorin (nostalgic ones), some trinkets like toys they'd think Plo might have played with; food native to Dorin that is a popular hit among Kel Dors, etc.

There'd also be a datapad for him to check specifically about the state and whereabouts of anyone related to him that the boys fussed over while Plo was with the Baran Do Sages.

Plo would find that there is a ration bar beside each of the respective wolves helmet. Each marked with their name in solidarity to their beloved General.

Plo, immensely touched, would run his talons over each item before closing the door to "meditate".

[shadow-bringer-ao3]

sometimes all you need is a chance

Obito never understood the importance the Uchiha put in family. He’s an orphan and while most of his clanmates treat him kindly, most is different from all. So no, he never really understood what was so great about family. That’s not to say he doesn’t care about people, he does, just... never to the extent the older generations love to wax poetry about. A love that burns you up from the inside, that changes something in you so intrinsically that you can’t live without it. A love that will drive you mad if you lose it.

Mad like Uchiha Madara, who lost his beloved younger brother.

Really, someone to aspire to be. Of course, then someone had to go and shatter all of his very determined thoughts. He met the silver-haired man (not old, despite his hair, even if his eyes say he’s old) at the memorial stone. He had gone to show his respect for his parents, something he does about once a week. This man, however, isn’t even looking at the stone. He’s sitting pressed up against it, staring up at the sky.

Hello! He said, cheerful as ever. The man rolled his neck to peer at him from one, stormy grey eye.

Yo, the man says, and then he disappears. Obito files the encounter away as just another meeting with another strange jounin. Konoha has plenty of them, after all.

Obito meets the man again and again at the memorial stone. He’s never looking at the stone, always away, and Obito wonders if the people he’s mourning are even on the stone. He certainly doesn’t act like they are. They don’t speak to each other. There’s no reason to. The man is usually leaving when Obito gets there, any way (or maybe he’s leaving because Obito’s there, few people like to have their sadness on full display, after all).

Still, he can’t help but be curious. The man isn’t there every time Obito shows up at the stone, but it’s often enough and consistent enough that he’s growing worried. He could go to the stone at almost any time and find the man there and that’s- that’s not healthy.

And... the man is skinny. Some of that may be accounted for from build but he’s really skinny. He always looks tired, some days more than others but it’s always there. Always drifting below the surface.

Obito resolves himself and decided that he’s gotta do something about it, since clearly no one else is.

He starts carrying an extra bento with him when he goes to the memorial stone. Getting the food to his mysterious company is more difficult and he’s sure the man is only humouring him. They go on like this for several weeks before Obito finally bucks up and drags the shinobi to an actual dining establishment.

The man only seems amused but he’s at least grateful the man is willing to go along with his harebrained scheme to get the man to actually take care of himself properly. Of course, the man does seem a bit exasperated that he ends up paying for most of the meals Obito drags him too.

Obito doesn’t feel remorse. He’s not even a genin yet- he has no income to speak of.

Why do you go to the memorial stone? He asks, tactless as always, one day. He immediately flinches from his once question and scrambles to take it back but the man speaks before he can get even the first syllable of ‘sorry’ out.

To apologize, the man says simply. Obito bites his lip, unwilling to pry more than he already had, but...

Why are you ‘pologizing?

...I was responsible for their deaths, the man says solemnly, sadly.

Did you kill ‘em yourself? Obito pushes, because this isn’t right. The man gives him a searching look and whatever he finds in Obito must convince him.

No, he says.

Then you aren’t responsible, Obito says firmly. The man smiles but it’s not happy.

If only things were so simple, the shinobi murmurs. Obito doesn’t see why they’re not.

He gets closer to the man, mostly because he worries for the guy. He doesn’t seem to exist away from the memorial stone unless Obito drags him away. So, he convinces (bullies) the man into coming over to his house fairly regularly so he can shove food into the annoying, stubborn shinobi’s arms.

In return, the man surprises Obito by offering to help with training. It’s nice. But it’s not just shinobi training- the man pushes him to correct his abysmal writing, leaves books on strategy everywhere in his house (without ever repeating a book and it’s honestly sort of impressive), poisons and medicines, and the language of flowers, of all things.

The man knows a wide-range of jutsus in most of the chakra types (he’s the worst at doton and Obito thinks that might be because the man has raiton chakra, like how suiton is hard for him because he’s a katon-user) and doesn’t hesitate to help Obito learn the lower-ranked ones in his arsenal. The man insists that Obito knows at least one in every chakra type and the suiton was just a pain to learn.

The man also teaches him to turn his proficiency in pranks into a talent for traps, which Obito finds endlessly fun. Especially when he catches the man in one of his traps, that’s always hilarious.

Maybe he can understand his clan’s emphasis on love, even if it’s only a little.

Nii-san, he lets slip, one day. The man freezes, blinking one wide, gray eye. He turns to Obito, who is just as frozen with surprise (and horror).

What... did you call me? The man asks slowly. Like that was some sort of signal, Obito turned red, shaking his head wildly. Before he can take the word back, however, mischief is already sparking in the man’s eye. He pounces, wrapping Obito into a suffocating hug and cries huge, fake tears. Obito curses and hisses threats, struggling in the man’s iron grip. It is all in vain. He’s trapped. He’s trapped and he’s gonna die. If not from lack of air, then from embarrassment. This is it for him.

(He ignores the real tears in his eyes and the way he clings tightly to the man- his nii-san.

He ignores the way the man clings back just as tightly.)

His nii-san is stopping the bullies. He doesn’t know how. He hasn’t seen the man anywhere in the Uchiha compound unless Obito drags him through the place. Even then he’s tense and clearly uncomfortable. Because of that, Obito doesn’t generally make his nii-san go anywhere but Obito’s own house, on the edge of the compound.

He didn’t even know that his nii-san had found out about the bullies. He had been sure to never let anything about it slip. His nii-san’s overprotectiveness is annoying but also... comforting in a way. That someone cares enough about him to go through the trouble of scaring bullies away...

(He’s just a burden. Always a burden. He can’t do anything right. He struggles at staying still, at listening, at doing what he’s told. He’s an Uchiha without the sharingan and what does that make him?

A failure. It makes him a failure.

He doesn’t deserve his nii-san’s kindness and easy acceptance. He’s doesn’t deserve his nii-san. He hadn’t even given the man a choice in the matter, he made the man be his nii-san. What kind of a person does that make him?)

The jounin Obito is assigned to is Namikaze Minato- Konoha’s very own Yellow Flash. Minato-sensei is nice. Like his nii-san, Minato-sensei doesn’t get annoyed or angry if he has to explain something in a different way for him to get the hang of it. Rin is on his team, too, which is... odd. Don’t get him wrong, he’s happy to have his crush so near but it’s hard to reconcile his blind adoration with Rin’s actual personality, now that he knows her better.

Then there’s Hatake Kakashi. He has the same silvery-white hair his nii-san does, the same stormy grey eyes, and the same dark mask. He may be dense but he’s not an idiot. At first, he thinks the two must be related. What other answer could there be? But then Kakashi will say or do something too reminiscent of his nii-san or Minato-sensei with slip and mention Kakashi’s status as an orphan with no family and he’s forced to wonder. Who, exactly, is his nii-san? This man that he had adopted into his family.

What’s his nii-san’s name?

Minato-sensei brings up Obito’s fighting style one day, wondering about it. Apparently he fights strangely. Like he’s lacking depth perception. Sometimes he does a move meant to be done with another person. He’s never noticed this about his fighting style, before. He blames it on his nii-san. After all, that’s where he learned most of his moves.

He hunts down his nii-san, eventually, intent on answers.

What’s your name? He asks. He gets a cheeky ‘nii-san’ in response. You’re a Hatake, right? He adds. His nii-san had paused, eyes narrowing. The man had hummed and muttered some bullshit excuse.

There's only one Hatake left, he had said to his nii-san before dropping the conversations. Some things should be known, he knows, but not spoken. This, he would imagine, is one of those things.

Obito is surprisingly okay with dying. He beat some sense into Kakashi, he saved Rin. He’ll always be able to help and protect them in some capacity, since Kakashi has one of his sharingan. He’s not happy or even content but he’s okay with it. He can barely breath under the weight of the boulder. He’s surely bleeding out but he can’t really feel anything beyond a few pinpricks of sharp pain where his skin pulls too tight.

Minato-sensei will be heartbroken. So will Rin and Kakashi. The three of them have each other, though, and he had told Kakashi to look after Rin. That, at least, should give the Hatake something to cling to, to keep his head above the water so to speak. His nii-san, though. His nii-san doesn’t have anyone, as far as he knows, beyond the memorial stone and it’s carved names.

When he wakes, he’s surprised. He had expected to die, after all. He finds himself filled with relief when he recognizes Konoha’s hospital, recognizes the harried medics he can only just see from his bed. He smiles, because Kakashi is out like a light in one of the visitor chairs, collapsed on Obito’s bed in a position that looks far from comfortable. Rin is on his other side, just as uncomfortable-looking in her sleep. Minato-sensei is blinking at him, wide-eyed, staring at Obito like he’s seen a ghost. Obito just grins, ignoring the way it pulls at the scars undoubtedly covering his face.

Obito pushes for the three of them to be a permanent team. He can’t be separated from his team, not after Kanabi. He’s not sure he’d survive it. He couldn’t get Minato-sensei added into their team but that’s not for lack of trying. In his free time, he hunts down his nii-san. The man is just as blasé as ever and that, in some odd way, is comforting. His nii-san is a constant in a way nothing else in his life is.

His team is always changing. To remain static would be to court death and Obito has had enough of that, thank you very much. The New Sannin, they’re called. Obito thinks it’s stupid since there’s only three Sannin and he doesn’t want to ride on someone else’s fame. Anyway, they’re not frontline fighters. Oh, Obito could be and Kakashi could pretend to be but they are undoubtedly better at reconnaissance and spying and assassination and the more shinobi-like parts of being a shinobi.

The one thing he hadn’t expected was the whole living-together thing. It’s not an unwelcome surprise, though. Obito is hardly ignorant to his own feelings. Uchihas love possessively, after all, and more deeply than any other. And oh, does he love his team.

He understands, now, why Kakashi might have decided breaking time was appropriate.

Part 1 | Last Part

[meowww-ffxiv]

It was always a spot of hilarity to Krile how much G'raha lived in perpetual awe and perpetual nervousness about how much Mordred loved him.

Adoration was easy enough, Krile knew. You could adore someone to the bottom of your heart and not know a single thing about them. Harder was the sort of love that was those four letters and nothing else, its veracity uncompromising enough to fit itself into the simple one-syllable word to describe something that could, in both tall tales and absurd realities alike, alter the very universe.

Mordred felt towards G'raha...something very, very close to the latter description. It was not an exclusive thing, as he showed the same sort of love for many people, Krile included. But he loved G'raha Tia. He preferred his company, and doted on him. He explicitly did so, in both public and private venues, and G'raha accepted this singular devotion with the grace of a duck wearing sandals being asked to tap-dance.

Well, less so now than the G'raha Tia that Krile remembered from her youth, who ended many a relationship before they ever began by blushing bright red when his crushes or people who had a crush on him tried to start a conversation, then immediately book it out of there. This G'raha was just as flustered, babbling something incomprehensible whenever he realized Mordred was doing something specifically for him, but he held his ground.

Also, to be fair to him, Krile didn't know what she'd do if one of her shoes' straps snapped and someone she admired immediately rolled out an artisan toolkit, bent down, and fixed it without her ever having to remove the shoe.

In the middle of the busy marketplace.

On a weekend.

After having saved the world together.

"And he did not even blink!" G'raha groaned, a dramatic ball of red and black curled tight in an armchair by the fire. "Even Theodore was giving us a strange look! But Mori, he just got down on his knee, and, and--"

"There, there," Krile said sympathetically, patting G'raha's shin because it was the only thing she could reach. Not even due to her height, but because her friend seemed determined to meld into the upholstery. "Do you want to tell him to not do that? I can, and you know he will not take offense."

"It's-- It's not the-- That isn't the issue," G'raha stammered. He sighed. "In fact, I... I do not know what the issue is. Perhaps I'm overreacting."

You are, Krile thought wryly. But so was the other cat. If it was Theodore or Alphinaud or Alisaie, Mordred would have at least walked them over to a bench and perhaps said a line or two about them not taking care of their equipment. Not so G'raha Tia, apparently, who could probably ruin everything he had and treat them like trash and Mordred would still diligently repair them.

"He already bought me the entire book stall again," G'raha sighed. "I-- I need to at least make him dinner, or something."

Krile put her hands on her hips. "Again? He just cleared out the extras from the last time he did that."

"And I'll clear out the extras this time too, as soon as Raha's done picking out what he likes," the outrageous rich cat said, poking his head into the lounge. G'raha jumped, not that Mordred could see with his poor eyesight. "Take your time, though. Suites three and six are done being reorganized. I'll deal with suite four tomorrow. There's a lot of delicate stationery in there that I'll need help from an expert with."

Krile blinked at him. "You're already done with both of those archives? But you just started y--" A pause. Then: "Mordred Surana! You better not have summoned voidsents into this building!"

Mordred blew her a raspberry, and it irritated her because nobody outside this room would believe the serious, unsmiling Warrior of Light to be capable of this.

"You needn't work so quickly, Mori," G'raha said hastily, getting out of his chair. "So long as we put them in some semblance of order, it's fine. Ojika hasn't had many encounters with voidsents, so we should avoid causing him any trouble. You know how the very atmosphere can get eerie when they are called upon."

Mordred's ears drooped. "Oh. Yes. You're right. Very well, no more of those. It'll slow me down quite a bit, but if speed's not an issue..."

"It isn't," G'raha reassured him, his tail swishing. "How about salmon for dinner?"

Those velvety black ears perked right back up. Mordred's whole face brightened. "Aye! Do you want more scones, Krile?"

"If you have time. Otherwise, I think we still have that waffle batter left in the cold storage," Krile replied.

"Dill salmon for main course, lemon waffles for dessert, black tea," Mordred's head was nodding to itself as it retracted out of sight. "I'll see you soon."

G'raha turned to Krile. The look on his face was a sight to behold. His helpless affection for the one who just left washed over her soul like a splash of warm water on a freezing day.

"Your," Krile began, stopped, weighed her words, "charms, whatever you have done -- perhaps I should ask you to come along to talk to our sponsors next time. We just need four more of those and our financial woes will be no more."

"I did not bewitch him!" G'raha squawked. Then he flushed and rubbed at his wrists. "I simply gave back to him what he had to this star, and..."

"And now he is in our headquarters, summoning demons to help us organize our records and making us dinner," Krile finished. She hopped off the chair and made to leave the room, patting G'raha's hand as she walked past. "Like I said, you should come with me the next time we talk to sponsors, Raha."

"Krile," G'raha called after her, despairing, and she laughed.

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[tehrevving]

I am. In slutty slutty whore mode as I'm requesting this, so uh. *dabs like it's still 2016* anyways. I have been thinking about nothing but Dante Sparda in heat for hours straight now, how it works, how it needs to be treated, how he behaves, uhh... and of course the fun part ;). So go nuts. Don't worry about time bestie I'm patient <3 thanks!!!

I literally never stop thinking about this Anon. I hope this satisfies you, I'll be honest, I've been on hiatus for quite a while now, and I'm slowly starting to try and get back into it... I hope I'm not too rusty.

It starts slow and subtle, Dante doesn’t go into heat often enough for you to immediately recognise the symptoms, but it doesn’t take long for it to become obvious. His body temperature starts off slightly elevated, and maybe he’s a little bit more growly, a little bit more possessive of you than he would normally be. He touches you more often, a hand on your waist or your hip, lifting up your shirt as he walks past. It’s so easy to pass it off as him being extra affectionate towards you. 

But of course, with each passing day, he grows more and more obvious until one morning you wake up, sweating underneath the covers. He’s wrapped around you, with his limbs utterly entangled with your own, his breath warm on the back of your neck. He’s rock hard against your ass, which isn’t strictly unusual for him of course, but the way that he’s grabbing at you in his sleep, the way that he drags you closer to him even as you try to squirm away, that’s unusual. 

Eventually your squirming wakes him as a low growl leaves his throat. He tries to speak but his voice is raspy and uneven from sleep, throat parched. When you finally manage to break away from him, he rolls to his front, groaning as he presses his hips to the mattress. 

By the time you return to the bedroom a few minutes later, he’s full blown masturbating. Hips bucking desperately up into his fist, his other hand playing with his balls, his perineum and threatening to dip lower. 

The room is scorching hot, the air filled with an oppressive energy and the heady scent of sex that sends arousal surging through your belly. He says your name, pleading and desperate. His cock throbs as the syllables of your name leave his lips, like even just the thought of you touching him is too much. 

He whimpers as you sink down between his legs and press your hands to his hips. He purrs deep in his chest once you take his profusely leaking cock into your mouth. His hips writhe against the bed as he struggles not to buck his hips up. He comes almost immediately anyway though, thick and salty and coating the back of your throat. 

He’s still hard when you pull back, rubbing reassuring circles into his thigh. That’s also not completely unusual in itself, but the way that he almost immediately uses his superhuman speed and strength to pin you on your back against the mattress is. 

He begs for you, your own name and nicknames too as he ruts his hips against you, desperately wanting to be inside of you, but waiting for your permission, waiting for you to tell him that he can, or that you need him to work you open. Either way, he'll give you whatever you want.

He fucks you in every conceivable position, until you’re barely coherent and he can't even remember his own name, only how to buck against you and make you cum. The sex is almost endless, a litany of changing positions and roughness, there's no rhyme or reason to his desperation for you.

And once he’s finally exhausted himself, once he flops back down on the mattress, breathing heavily, exhausted with his cock finally soft. Well you only get a couple hours of reprieve, until he’s begging for you to give him the strap, and breed him like the desperate fucking slut that he is. 

[duckymcdoorknob]

hey hi um so you can ignore this or delete this if you want or if you dont have the time to write it or if your requests are closed but ive been so stressed lately like im about to drink bleach r smth, i have to do so much homework and finish my late projects over Christmas break cause ive been having a really hard time doing it so like. could i request Akaashi, Iwaizumi, and Kuroo comforting a reader who hasn't slept in days cause of that situation? if this is too much go ahead and delete!! sorry if this is a bother!

Anon I love you, you’re heard and noticed.

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve been through hell and back since you’ve requested this, and I wanted to make sure I was in the right headspace.

You’re doing fantastic. Your favs are here to give you some comfort and reassurance!

I did a best friends in college since you didn’t specify romantic, or what year of school 💀💀

CW UNDER THE CUT: reader is very overloaded, and very irritable. Mild cursing as per usual. Food mention! Usage of platonic pet names!

𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖 𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖

Detail oriented and very observant, Akaashi cursed himself for not noticing your rapidly declining health.

He was extra suspicious when you had stopped sending him TikToks. (If you don’t use it, just plug in some other social media :D)

He couldn’t lie, knowing something as small as a childish Internet video made you think of him was the best part of his life.

He shot you a quick “You okay?”

You’re usually quick to reply to him. This time around?

No response…

He decided he was going to grab you your favorite frozen treat from the little shop inside his dormitory.

Making his way to the door, Akaashi wondered what had been happening to you.

As his hand reached up to turn the knob, two gentle knocks threw him off course.

He hurried to open the door…

There you stood in front of him, eyes red and sunken, prominent eye bags accentuating your tussled hair.

“K-Keiji…? I… I need help.” You muttered, quiet as a field mouse.

“Wh- (Y/N) what’s been going on? You haven’t been answering me and I got worried.” He replied urgently, ushering you inside his dorm.

“I can’t do it anymore… S’toomuch.” You note, sitting gently and politely on his couch.

“Do what anymore, honeybee?”

“Work… I’ve been doing nothing but for three days.” you replied sheepishly, instantly regretting sharing that fact.

“T-three days?” You had never seen Akaashi so flabbergasted, “As in 72 hours?”

“I’ve fallen asleep against my will a few times, so it’s more like 60 hours.”

“Oh dear, that won’t do at all. Can you tell me what you’ve had to eat over the past few days?

Instead of being able to say “a few things here and there,” your body shook as sobs bubbled up in your chest.

“Oh!” Akashi exclaimed, rushing to sit next to you and engulf you in a gentle hug, “Don’t worry about a thing… I’m gonna take care of everything.” He whispers, rocking you back and forth gently.

Keiji kept you safe in his arms as you released your tale of woe, hiccups and choked syllables escaping by the second.

The boy gently ran his hands along the length of your arms, whispering reassurances.

“But (Y/N), you have to get some sleep.” He begged, resting a hand on your knee.

You pulled your face through your hands as you melted back down into a fit of tears. “I’ve tried, ‘Kaashi” you whimpered, “My eyes just hurt s-so badly.”

“S’okay, no need to worry.” He whispered quickly as a warm smile overtook his features. “Just let it right out.”

Akaashi took you by both of your hands suddenly, squeezing reassuringly, “Hey…”

“…H-Hi.”

“Do you trust me?” He inquired softly, brushing his thumb along the base of one of your own.

“With my life, Keiji.” You ushered a whisper in response.

The boy found himself smiling slightly at the comment. He could cross that bridge later, it was his duty to ensure your safety and comfort.

“Okay. We’re going to try something that sounds a little…” Akaashi squinted his right eye as he tried to find the correct word, “Bizzare.” He finally finished. 

You found yourself amused as he tripped over his words, “Keiji at this point, I don’t care if you dangle me from the ceiling. I just need to get to sleep.”

“Well it isn’t quite as farfetched as that, but it’s up there.” He replied, with a gentle chuckle to follow.

“Alright, hit me.” You say tiredly.

“Okay so…” he began, “Do you have any round cotton pads on you? If not, I have some in my cabinet, but it seems that the best outcome is to not leave your side at the moment.”

“You can go. M’not gonna fly off the deep end again in a mere forty five seconds.” A giggle emitted from you after, quite possibly the sweetest one Keiji had heard in his life.

So, the boy padded through his dorm to the kitchen area. He grabbed four round cotton pads, a small bowl, and something else…

When he returned, your eyebrows immediately furrowed as your mouth fell open. “I’m sorry, what are we going to do with that?”

“This” he began, is going to get rid of the stinging in your eyes.”

Akaashi prepared the small bowl on his bedroom floor, pouring a liquid inside and dipping the pads in.

The liquid?

Milk

“I’m still confused as to how this helps.” You said, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Well.” Keiji chimed, as if he was preparing for this his whole life, “Y’know how when you eat super spicy food, you drink milk to get rid of the spicy taste in your mouth?”

“Mhm.”

“Well this gets rid of the spicy in your eyes.”

You couldn’t help but burst into giggles at his awful analogy, and the nonchalantness of his delivery.

“What?!” He asks with a slight flush on his face, “It’s the best way I’ve got to explain it to you!”

“Ah, it’s perfect.” You chimed, preparing yourself as Keiji placed two milk-soaked pads onto your sore eyes. “One more quick question though.”

“Rock me, Amadeus.”

“Why four of them?”

“Oh (Y/N).” Akaashi said chuckling, placing two cotton pads on his own eyes, “You’re my best friend. D’you really think I’d make you do weird shit like this alone?”

And it was at that moment that you realized that you didn’t need anyone else in your life…

𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖

Hajime absolutely loathed how he didn’t find out himself.

He hadn’t noticed. It was actually Oikawa who brought it up to him. 

“Say, Iwa.” The brown haired setter bounded up to his best friend, “D’you see anything off with (Y/N)? They don’t seem like themself lately.”

Iwaizumi was taken aback. He hadn’t noticed anything different about you…

Or so he thought??

When the three of you gathered in Iwa and Oikawa’s shared dorm, Hajime mentally facepalmed.

He finally saw what his roommate was talking about.

Your eyes looked like they would burn off if you closed them. He could see the visible bags under your eyes painting your face a displeasing gray. Worst of all, you were shaking.

When Oikawa left to make some popcorn for the three of you, he decided to pounce on the subject.

“Hey (Y/N)” he whispered, “What’s going on?”

“Wha? Nothin’ M’fine.” you replied sleepily.

“Don’t bullshit me. Both me and Shittykawa can see it.”

You immediately sighed and pulled your head through your hands. “M’just tired, Haji. Nothin’ too major.”

“Yeah that’s about as believable as Oikawa’s girlfriend from Europe.” He replied scoffing, “What is happening?” His tone was darker and more sincere.

“I told you I’m tired, and I am. I haven’t slept in two days for crying out loud!” Your eyes widened and you immediately slapped your hands over your mouth.

“(Y/N)! Two days?!” Iwaizumi’s voice was raising a little bit.

“Yes! It’s not very sleep inducing to have work In every class and a whole project to re-do!”

Iwa watched in defeat as sobs began to bubble up from your chest. He rushed to hug you, sitting next to you on their shitty dorm couch and pulling you into his chest.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well. No one could do what you do.” He whispered as he ran his hand along your head.

“H-Haji… m’so tired.” you replied through your cries.

“I know, honey. I know.”

“I’m sorry…” you whispered.

“Hey.” He held your hand and tilted your chin upward to meet his eyes, “You have nothing to be sorry about. You can’t control this, but you’re doing damn well dealing with it.”

You smiled wobbily and buried your head into his chest once again.

Hajime hummed a simple song as he continued to run his hand along your head. He rubbed your hip with his thumb as well, keeping you securely in place.

“Jesus. What happened to th-“ Oikawa’s judgemental voice suddenly sounded.

“ZP-“ Iwa hissed through gritted teeth, bringing one hand up to shush his nosy roommate.

“Ohhh.” He whispered, nodding. “Come get me when you’re ready to watch Ferris Bueller.”

“Actually… (Y/N)’s burnt out from their course work. I was hoping we could all work together and get it finished?”

Oikawa bit the inside of his cheek in annoyance, “Oh alright.”

Hajime smiled and nodded to say “thank you”

Oikawa rolled his eyes and smiled right back.

When you finally sniffled for the last time and looked up at Hajime with happy eyes, he grinned back at you.

“Ready to get some work done?”

“No.” You mumbled in reply.

Iwaizumi chuckled at the childish tone in your voice. “C’mon, we can get this done easily.”

“We-?”

When you looked up, you saw Oikawa sitting behind their small wooden table. He had numerous colored pens, highlighters, pieces of paper, and the infamous bowl of popcorn placed upon it.”

“You guys!” you whined, not wanting to disturb them, “I’ll be fine!”

“No you won’t. You’re gonna come back and complain and I just want you to be happy when we watch my favorite movie.”

“I-“ you knit your brows together, “You have a point.”

“That was pretty backhanded, Shittykawa.”

“But it worked, no?”

So you, Iwa and Oikawa sat around the small wooden table, each taking an assignment to knock out.

You of course took the essay, Iwa took the project, and Oikawa took your English busywork, since mans has to be a god at linguistics.

After just a mere hour, every assignment was finished! And now you and your friends could watch your movie peacefully.

As you cuddled up to Hajime, you silently thanked him, and sometimes not silently, during the entire movie.

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

As angry as he was to be the only one to discover you needed help, he pushed his beliefs away so he could rush to your aid.

Kuroo had always been your study buddy! He had been since the second week of your first year.

However, he noticed your attendance to the weekly group study sessions was seriously lacking.

He wasn’t mad whatsoever, just… a little disappointed to not see you anymore.

As odd as it was, he studied and did homework with with your weekly group mates.

The most unfortunate part? They didn’t even acknowledge your absence.

“Oh, (Y/N)? They said they had to finish up some work. They’re in their dorm.”

That was all he needed to know in order to check on you.

When he buzzed your cell, the texts were unanswered and the calls went straight to voicemail.

That was a red flag for him.

That’s when he knew something was clearly wrong.

He found himself running aimlessly toward your dorm room, ignoring the questioning by the study group, the disgusted looks of confusion by the other students he narrowly missed.

He had to make sure you were okay. This wasn’t like you.

When he arrived at your dorm room, he knocked gently, but quickly. “Hey, it’s Kuroo. Open up please!”

When no reply came, he called louder “Hey! Open up!”

Still no reply…

“I really hope you’re not naked!” He yelled, using his copy of your keycard that you had given him for emergencies.

When Kuroo opened your door, he had his phone In his hand, ready to call an ambulance. He was expecting the absolute worst.

So, needless to say, he was a little taken aback when he found you at your desk, typing away miserably.

You had clearly not moved from the spot in quite some time. Your hair disheveled and your eyes so heavily bloodshot. He figured they must be so sore from looking at your computer screen. The bags under your eyes were evident and raising his suspicions

“Hey…” you mumbled, not moving your eyes from your the screen.

“Jesus, (Y/N), you look like hell.” He squatted down to meet your side at your seated level.

“Sorry.” You mumbled sotto voce.

“Hey…” he gently grabbed your arm, “What’s going on?”

When you finally unpeeled your eyes from your laptop screen, you saw him looking at you sympathetically.

“Please, (Y/N). I just want to know how to help you…” he whispered, rubbing his thumb along your forearm.

“Nothing’s up.” You replied without any passion in your voice, your bloodshot eyes gave you away however.

“(Y/N) don’t lie to me.” Kuroo demanded, still squatted rather impatiently at your side.

“I’m just a little tired and have a lot of assignments due.”

“Like what?”

“Three for Chem, one for English, two physics, one for Algebra and finally that huge project for Anthropology? Yeah I had to re-do it.”

“And you’re a little tired?” Tetsuro stood to his feet and turned your spinning chair to face him directly, “When’s the last day you remember sleeping?” He asked sternly, narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t berate me!” You yelled in a hushed tone, your voice slightly cracking as you stood up. “You think I did this to myself?! I didn’t choose to assign 4 different classes worth of work. I didn’t choose to short circuit my hard drive, I didn’t choose to procrastinate or anything like that, and I certainly didn’t choose having to stay awake for 50 goddamn hours straight!”

“Two days…” he mumbled in disbelief, “you haven’t gone to sleep in two days?”

“NO, Tetsuro! I haven’t! And I’m clearly fucking EXHAUSTED!” You cried out, subsequently dropping your face at your tone. “K-Kuroo… m’sorry…”

“It’s okay, I know how tired you are.” He replied with a sympathetic smile, “What’s left that’s due tomorrow?”

“Uh… I’ll check.”

You sniffled as you dug around your desktop, looking desperately for your planner.

“I- I don’t…” you finally squeezed your eyes shut and started to cry gently, continuing to rummage around the desk. “I can’t-“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey.” He hugged you from behind, his warm body wrapped securely against your shaking frame. “You’re alright, take a minute. Shh, Shh. It’s okay.”

Kuroo rested his head on your shoulder, and rubbed your arms gently, as he muttered subdued reassurances.

“You’re doing so well and I’m so proud of you. No one puts in as much care for their craft as you do. You put in absolutely extraneous amounts of effort and you deserve a break so desperately.”

“B-but I can’t stop.”

“You have to, (Y/N). You don’t realize what you’re doing to yourself.” He said in a soft tone, “You’re shaking like a scared puppy and you’re cold as ice. Safe to assume you haven’t had a morsel of food in that time period either?”

“Nothing other than some snacks here and there.”

.”Here’s the deal, (N/N).” He began, resting his hands on your shoulders, “You, or both you and me, are gonna go lay down in that bed and you are going to go right to bed. I’ll work on some of your assignments or pull some research for you. How does that sound?”

“Kuroo, your own homework-“

“Is done.” He cut you off in a high voice, squeezing your hand. , “Monday’s study group remember?”

You let out a fond breath of air and nodded hesitantly, “Okay… I Um… I’m gonna sleep… I want you with me though, you’re very warm.”

The black haired male chuckled and led you to lay down in your bed, his large frame lying near you and holding you securely in his arms.

“Don’t be afraid to rest. Everything will work out in the end.”

As soon as you drifted off asleep, the night owl himself went to your desk and finished some of your work as he had promised.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[keepswingin]

"I can't believe you've never had a s'more," Wynter says with a smile as she carefully cracks a fresh graham cracker in half and places the pieces side by side.

A-li watches from her side, absolutely enthralled by the idea of melting a snack in a burning fire. A-lan and A-spen would never let her do such a thing up on the ship, far too comfortable with their freeze-dried meals.

"I can't believe no other planet has thought of it," the alien replies as the werewolf places a stack of squared chocolate on either cracker. "Is there a particular order in which to make the s'more?"

Wynter turns to her with a laugh, shaking her head as she reaches for the chocolate bar again. "There isn't, technically, but I've always found that using extra chocolate is the way to go." She finishes the sweet snacks off by placing the final cracker on top. "Willa never does enough chocolate, and Wyatt uses too much marshmallow and always makes a mess."

"Seems fitting that he would," A-li says, well versed in the wolves' antics by now, and Wynter grins as she hands over one s'more and then begins to lead the way back to the firepit, weaving through the den's maze of caverns.

The firepit is already crackling as they approach, some werepups running around as a different wolf tends to the flames with a poker that's seen better days. Two pups chase each other right into A-li, who nearly drops her s'more, and she threatens them the whole way to the pit, Wynter stifling smiles from beside her as she reaches for sticks for them both.

"I'm still an alien you know! I could zap you brats to ashes before anyone even realized you were gone!"

"A-li," one of the pups whines, dragging out the syllable, causing her to roll her eyes and grumble under her breath.

"Fine!" she groans, leveling them both with a glare that means business. "But go away before I change my mind!"

They giggle and scamper away, disappearing into the thiner parts of the woods that surrounds them. A-li mutters some choice words under her breath as soon as they're out of earshot, and Wynter pokes her with a stick to stop her stewing.

"I wasn't actually going to zap them into ashes," she grouses, following Wynter as she takes a seat on one of the logs and places her awaiting s'more beside her.

"I know," she says as she grabs a bag from behind the log and moves it in front of them, popping it open. "But I promised A-lan I would keep an eye on your anger levels-"

"I'm in perfect harmony right now," she defends, watching in pure amazement as Wynter masterfully impales a marshmallow before holding it out over the flames.

She turns away from the fire and nods towards the stick waiting patiently at A-li's side. A-li looks between the werewolf and the stick, and then reaches down and picks it up, inspecting it, before lowering it carefully into the bag of marshmallows at their feet. She nabs one of the fluffy menaces with an excited grin before holding it up for Wynter to see and then lowering it into the fire.

"Now, we roast!"

They wait until the marshmallows toast, crisping under the flames, A-li finding more than enough excitement in watching the different colors of the fire twirl and waver, before Wynter tells her to pull her stick out of the fire.

Using her claws, she's able to pick the marshmallows off the sticks before placing them onto their awaiting stacks, A-li following her motions as she presses down until the chocolate is melting and the marshmallow is flat. "And there you have it," she says happily, holding up her finished treat, "s'mores!"

Wynter takes a massive bite, leaving A-li looking down at her own s'more in curiosity. The chocolate is seeping from the sides, cracker nearly crumbling, marshmallow already sticking to her fingers.

It looks way better than anything she's eaten on the ship.

She takes a tentative bite before she can question the bizarre idea of a dessert any further, chewing carefully.

Wynter is smiling when A-li looks over at her, eyes wide. "We can make as many as you want," she offers before A-li can say anything, and breaks off into laughter when she sees the marshmallow smudged across her chin already.

Maybe outsiders weren't so bad after all, Wynter thinks as she watches A-li eat a s'more for the first time in her life, happier than she's ever seen her.

Maybe showing someone the little things to enjoy was all anyone ever needed.

[spice-chan]

Legally Incapsulated

yandere!Bakugou Katsuki x darling!reader

In a different, dystopian world, yanderes are allowed to run rampant and they make up 15 percent of the population. It gets a little interesting when Bakugou, a protective yandere falls for you, a taken darling. 

warnings: dystopian society (ig?), yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, reader has a bit of an early stockholm syndrome kinda thing, blood and near death, captivity. 

also hi, i came back from the undead with an update. 

.........

Bakugou laid on the ground, bleeding profusely, cold and alone. The red liquid soaked through his clothes, painting him as an ugly manifestation of destruction and death. However, he did not welcome the latter yet, clinging to-hanging tooth and nail to the threads of life.

What cruel irony. To be dumped somewhere so public, yet at a time when no one would bother to come. To have the Hero hanging onto the hope that someone would visit the park at three in the fucking morning. 

A brutal fight between him and a particularly vicious villain ended in Katsuki suffering not only the humiliation of defeat but injuries that will do him in soon enough from blood loss. All alone, with no back-up, Katsuki suffered possibly the worst defeat of his life, for it might cost him that very same thing. Fucker attacked him after he finished his night shift too when no reporters or anyone would be around, knocking Katsuki out and dumping him in a public park just for the mockery of it. 

His head felt light and doozy, and he was starting to succumb to the feeling sucking him in when he heard a gasp amidst the fog. 

With what little stamina he has left, he turned around, sharp red eyes spotting a petite woman heading towards him. 

You quickly got to his spot beneath a tree, crouching down and inspecting him, your warm eyes becoming horrified at the blood pool. 

“Oh no, what happened here?! No matter. I’m going to call an ambulance. You’re going to be ok.” You reassured, or tried to, for the words coming out of your mouth could only be taken as self-assurance when one notices the dampness of your eyes. He tried to concentrate on what you were doing, but the next time he was aware of what was happening around him was when you clutched his hand tight with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna be ok.” 

He sure hopes he will be now. 

“What’s your name?” 

Despite the haze covering, his red eyes zeroed on you, calmly taking you in despite the battered state he was in. You froze. 

You stammered, heart hammering as you finally had another person's attention for once. It should’ve made you really ecstatic, but it just made you feel like you were naked on live TV. 

“It’s um-“ you nibbled on your lip as if unused to your name, Katsuki just got lost in the dainty, delicate sound of your voice. 

And when you said your name, as if testing foreign words on your tongue for the first time, he couldn’t help but think it suited you. 

So pretty. 

Honestly, if the sight of you is the only thing he’ll see before dying, he’ll be content. Your hand remained in hold his, your warmth travelling to his frigid hand and warming his very soul. 

But the sound of ambulance sirens broke him out of his trance, and you too, it seems. For you broke away from him in fright, he had to hold back from grabbing you and keeping you close. He would, had he not been injured. 

“Whe-where are you going?” He asked brokenly, desperate to keep the angel that saved him close. You shook your head, frightened and frantic. Looking at the time, and seemingly getting further and further. 

“I’m sorry-I—I’ve got to go. I’m gonna late, I’ll get punished if I’m late.” 

His heart sunk with every syllable you uttered, feeling a pain he had never felt before, something not tangible enough to be compared to injuries and not comprehensible enough for a man like Katsuki to express. 

You’re a darling. 

You’re someone’s darling.

By the time the ambulance rolled in and took him, you were long gone…

But not for long. 

……………...

Katsuki Bakugo: Yandere. 

Classification: Protective

Darling: Unregistered 

In a world where yanderes are allowed to go rampant with their love, an ordinary citizen doesn’t know when they’ll become trapped by a person who claims to ‘love them unconditionally’. Thus making them a darling. And from the moment that label is put on them, the law ceases to help them and they become entirely at their yandere's mercy. 

Yanderes are often separated into their schools and housed in their specified yandere classification ranging from obsessive, possessive and protective, and if a person overlaps two during their classification test they get reign into which house to go to. At UA, the houses are split between those three types and are equally split. 

Katsuki, who scored rather high in both protective and obsessive traits, chose to go with the protective unit where he met Kirishima, who’s currently blabbering on about nothing in Katsuki’s hospital room. 

“You barely made it man, I still can’t believe it. One can never be too careful these days.” He said, for the hundredth time. Katsuki was topless, the nurse having just finished bandaging his wounds. The stark white stood out against his chiseled, muscular front, it had every nurse swooning but he only had one thing on his mind. 

You. 

Where were you? Who were you? Did you really have a yandere? How can he take you away now? 

No, he doesn’t like you. He’s just curious. 

He’s survived this long without a darling. He doesn’t need one, contrary to popular societal belief. 

When babies are three, they undergo tests and scans to see whether they have OLD, obsessive love disorder, which is something about 15 percent of the population suffers from. 

They go to their own schools and such, but their identity as yanderes won’t be revealed to the general public, making it easy for yanderes to take their darlings by surprise when the grand reveal comes. 

Katsuki himself attended a yandere oriented hero school, but what the public doesn’t know is that the acceptance rate is so low because only yanderes are accepted. Yanderes rarely, but not never, go for other yanderes so it poses as less of a distraction. 

And so, the talented in the 15 percent of Japanese yandere are carefully picked and honed. 

And the separation only proves something. That darlings are a distraction. He won’t be like other wanderers, he’ll get a hold of himself. 

…………..

Y/N L/N: Darling

Under yandere of classification: Obsessive

Yandere name: Nagisa Mura

Katsuki ground his teeth, red orbs staring viciously at his computer screen. Hypothesizing and being faced with the fact that you do belong to someone else. The distraction, unneeded angel who fell from heaven just to save him. 

Poor you, he bets that piece of shit doesn’t treat you as good as he could. 

After looking further into you, he found several allegations of sexual assault made towards Mura that got completely dropped after he captured you. 

A flash of searing pain made Katsuki jerk back, narrowly missing scorching his screen to smithereens. 

He...he hurt you. The fucker hurt his angel, his princess...he hurt you, he hurt you, he hurt you. 

He thought of your pretty, kissable lips, making unsure, clumsy movements as you tried to vocalise your name. 

No, Katsuki has to have you. He needs to save you. It’s the only way for both of you to be happy at this point. 

And this, spurred on a thorough check at your yandere, and Katsuki delved so deep that when he found what he wanted, he couldn’t help but break out into a lopsided, sinister grin. 

………………

Nagisa burrowed his face in your neck, breathing in your scent while you sat still and rigid, not wanting to move away and risk his sanity flying away. 

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly, suddenly attentively look at you with his cat-like, loving, sick eyes. Your heart palpitated in fear for a second before you nodded. 

“Oh, where did you go? You...didn’t talk to anyone right?” Your heart erratically hammered, thinking that he might’ve somehow found out you did, and even told him your name. You shook your head at the speed of a sewing machine, then thought that might’ve perhaps been too aggressive to be convincing. 

“I didn’t. I walked to the park and came back home.” 

He sighed in satisfaction at that, moving his dark bangs back to stare at you with his green hues. 

“I knew night time was a better idea. There would be no one around at this time that you can’t deal with with pepper spray. Fewer people to talk to, fewer people who see you” he was smiling, not breaking eye contact once, and with each syllable, his soft voice seemed to get more sinister and sinister. 

You only nodded, pliant as a lamb in his grip as he twisted you however he wished. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as if smelling a rare fragrant flower. 

“We’ve gotten so far since the days in the orphanage when you refused to share your dolls with me when we were five.” 

Memories. Something that should fill one with nostalgia, only filled you with an unbearable sense longing to a freer, more easy time. When you only had to worry about Nagisa bothering you during breakfast, lunchtime, movie time, sometimes worship time and wash time. 

Desperate for a sense of normalcy, you hugged him back, feeling icy cold in his embrace. 

“Nagi, what are we having for dinner?” A twinge of regret pierced you as you lowered your guard for a second. His hold became stiff, and he didn’t bother to swipe back his bangs as he flashed you a blank face. 

“You’re thinking about dinner while we hug?” 

But you knew how to deal with him better by now, deflecting his anger and turning it into something more malleable. 

“Oh no, it’s just that I feel a little dizzy. I don’t think I ate or drank well those past few days.” You paired the lie with a yawn for extra measure, and the ice of his face melted to reveal a familiar worried expression pouted lips and widened greeny eyes. 

He carefully put you down, bundling you in a blanket before he rushed to the kitchen to prepare you some food. 

The worry he harboured for your well being should’ve filled you with warmth, but instead, you were left twiddling your thumbs and rocking yourself back and forth, an unexplainable feeling of doom filled you. 

The feeling of a hand touching you caused you to spring out of your reverie in fright, but the sight of the green hues staring back at you only calmed you a fraction. He put the food in front of you, which he brought back with some vitamins because he can’t have you getting sick. 

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling incredibly stupid and useless. 

He insisted he feed you and that you go to bed early. 

But as you laid in bed, thoughts of strange red irises and their bewitching beholder swarmed your thoughts along with the fatigue. You hope he’s alright… 

You wanted to check on him, but if you asked or even implied to Nagisa that you met someone, let alone a man albeit injured or not, that he will opt to not let you out for a year again, or possibly longer this time. 

Even in his injured form, there was something undeniably feral about him, as if ready to pounce any second and gamble his chances at life if the situation called for it. It frightened you. 

You shook your head, willing comfort to return to you through the soft duvet and sheets enveloping your body. You better sleep before Nagisa comes to bed and finds you awake…

…….

Finally, Bakugou has the best reason to get that fuck arrested. And you? Poor you, you’re going to have your yandere taken away, and you can’t *just* be let free. You didn’t earn it after all. Well, you would have, had there not being a perfectly suitable yandere for you to be rehomed with. 

Heh, to think of it, you might hate him a little for this...but he’ll show you that he can treat you better, in no time, you’ll be wrapped around his finger like he’s shamefully wrapped around yours. 

Bakugou’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt when the L-word is mentioned, not noticing when his thoughts spiralled to that degree. His deranged obsession with you had been planted the moment you saved him, but Katsuki didn’t notice when he lost the wheel of his rationality to his heart. 

Yeah, sure, he did background checks on you, felt a twinge of pain when he realised you grew up in an orphanage, felt a tornado of anger when he saw the assault charges that went nowhere after that obsessive fuck captured you. Yeah, ok, he felt proud when he saw that you were the valedictorian. But… where did the stone hearted Katsuki go? Where did the one who was afraid of getting close to anyone in case his true nature shows and distracts him from his dream go? 

But then, he remembered your glassy eyes, staring at him in worry that no one ever showed towards him before, fumbling with his phone to dial the ambulance while holding his hand. Telling him he’ll be ok. 

The moment Bakugo looked in the mirror, he knew he lost. 

His cheeks were flaming hot. 

Whatever, he better start preparing your room. 

…….

It felt like preparing the room of a newborn baby, Katsuki bought enough stuffed animals and plushies to make it resemble a fluffy asylum, along with pastel pink sheets. Your name was also put on the wall, with cursive pink letters that had butterflies surrounding them.

Not to forget a dresser filled with all kinds of things you could ever desire. But his favourite was filling the closet. 

Besides adding some of his own shirts, he stuffed it with all kinds of pretty dresser and cute clothes that he can’t wait to see you wear. 

Bakugo dusted his hands, taking a sigh and looking at the finished guestroom, previously a spare but now your own room, it looked as if a sparkly fairy vomited all over it. Hopefully you’ll like it… 

He wishes you were here to see it… 

An unfamiliar sense of isolation invaded his heart, perhaps it was the realisation that he just finished a room to a person who doesn’t even live with him *yet*, or knowing what he’s missing out on with you, but he knew he desperately wanted you here. 

He wanted to protect you from the bastard who has you in his clutches

…….. 

A day later

You sat on the sofa, munching on some popcorn while you sat on Nagisa’s lap, watching anime. 

A rough knock sounded out, the sound so aggressive is sounded as if the wood itself was gonna break under the aggressive force. Nagisa tensed up, he wasn’t expecting any guests, in fact, he rarely invites anyone over. He disassociated the both of you from any acquaintances from the orphanage, and you weren’t allowed to mingle with anyone. 

He saw your curious look, even without any verbal question, but he opted to simply kiss your forehead and put you on the sofa. 

He quickly went to answer the door, but not without grabbing a dagger and hiding it somewhere discreet. 

He turned the knob, feeling his chest tighten painfully, as if sensing a near, imminent loss. 

Three aggressive, toned cops welcomed his sight as soon as the door was open. They forced their way inside, cuffing him and telling him things, words that were spoken too fast and went over his head as the only thought that went through his head aas you. 

He turned around to where he left you, but you were suddenly standing besides one of the officers, not allowed near him. No…

“According to our database, you are a yandere who has a darling. This means that she will be permanently taken away from you and handed to an eligible yandere as part of your punishment.” 

He swallowed, his gaze, which always seemed morbid to you, now looked panicked and morose, gaze moving like a boomerang between you and the officers, as if not processing what’s happening. 

“Nagisa, what have you done?” He couldn’t answer you, he couldn’t speak a word. You were leaving him, and there’s nothing that he can do. 

“Eligible yandere? But as far as I know, there’s no one after her besides me.” The thought comforted him. Maybe he’ll recapture you after he serves whatever sentence he has, even though he’ll have to do it on the down low now. It’s illegal for a yandere who had their darling taken away to go after them again. 

“Well you thought wrong. Scum” 

Bakugou felt like the star of the show, coming in to rescue his damsel and finish his quest, with you as the prize. 

Your mouth was agape, the little hope that simmered in you that you might possibly be free is now crushed, confusion coming full force in place of it. His face was all too familiar, it was the face of the man you found on death's door only a few days ago. 

Nagisa’s face blanked, turning to you with bloody accusations in his eyes, which made your vision narrow to only focus on him, afraid to make eye contact yet afraid not to. You almost felt the bile rise up your stomach as goosebumps covered your entire body at his familiar, haunting stare. 

“(Y/n)...how does he know you?” 

“I-“ you swallowed, unable to answer. Who is he? 

The dots were starting to connect in Nagisa’s head, however, instead of his chilling rage, all you got was a sad, nostalgic smile. 

“Very well (y/n), it’s ok.” You couldn’t feel relieved from his ambiguous tone. Your very gut screaming at you that something was wrong. 

And your gut was right. 

“It’s ok, I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m sure of it but I’m sorry because if I can’t have you then nobody can.” In the blink of an eye, Nagisa charged at you with a dagger, with speed you didn’t know he possessed, while you were frozen in place in fear. 

However, before he could reach you, the blond, brawny man moved like the wind, catching the hand that threatened you, firing an explosion at the wrist in a show of wrath, probably giving Nagisa third degree burns, then twisting his arms behind his back and pushing him harshly into the floor. The level of strength between them was visibly imbalanced to the blondes' favour, Nagisa was by no means fit or sturdy, not at all when compared to the wall of strength in front of you. 

The officers, novices who should have expected this turn of events by all means, have proven to be useless until the very end of this spectacle, thanking the blond the blond profusely while handcuffing the hysterical Nagisa, who was taken kicking and screaming by one of the officers while one stayed behind. 

“Miss (y/n), I believe? Sorry we couldn’t prevent this unsavoury turn of events, that criminal will be locked for good, you don’t have to worry about him.” The officer tried to reassure the frightened lady in front of him, disappointed that a yandere would try to kill the person he loves. That was one of the most prohibited laws, though what can he expect from a criminal? 

“You don’t have to worry about your safety though, as it turns out, you will be rehomed with Mr Dynamight. This will serve as both a punishment for the offending yandere and a way for darlings who haven’t earned their freedom to stay with their next eligible caretaker.” 

You nodded shily, overwhelmed by the influx of information directed at you. It didn’t help that you barely spoke to anyone besides Nagisa in years. 

The officer took your agreeableness in stride, scramming quickly as he physically felt the burn of Bakugou’s stare. 

Now it was just him and you. 

“You ok?” He managed to mutter, not sure how to start a conversation with you now that he had you. 

You nodded, not facing him. Are you ok? 

You felt the moisture gathering in your eyes, making your eyes seem like gleaming crystals. 

Of course you weren’t ok. 

You just had the person who, for years, claimed they loved you, stole you against your will and forced you to adapt to a lifestyle that suited them try to kill you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but apparently your body did as it broke into a sob. 

Your shoulders shook in failing effort to try to hide yourself from him-Mr Dynamight or something, but he felt his heart clench when he heard you sniffle. 

You heard him kiss his teeth, and you had a half mind to apologise, having unfond memories of the sound, but he instead, to your surprise, brought his beefy arms around you and embraced you warmly. 

Your crying halted, head turning up to fave him with a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look in your eyes, making him blush and turn away from you with another kiss of his teeth. 

“Stop crying.” 

Why did his simple gesture stop your tears? Why are you not trying to make a run for it? 

Most importantly, why do you feel something warm blooming in your chest instead of hate? 

You looked at him, trying to channel all the hate you harbored for Nagisa for this newfound captor of yours, but all you could think about is when he saved you from Nagisa’s sharp blade— how strong and capable he was, really, shouldn’t you be thankful? 

At that moment, you experienced something that never happened to you in your years of being with Nagisa. 

You blushed. 

……

 You stepped through Bakugou’s house, already having an idea of what kind of lavish place it is from the exterior, but you were nevertheless impressed. 

The place is something out of a movie, extremely different to the small and cozy apartment you lived in. Everything seemed up to date and costly. 

You didn’t notice Bakugou preening in pride at the impressed look on your face. He tried to appear nonchalant, but he was seconds away from grabbing your hand in excitement as he tours you around the place. 

Still, he wanted some form of contact with you, so he opted to put a hand behind your back, excusing it as you being too slow when you turned to him with a quizzical look. 

His hand felt warm on your back. 

“This is the bathroom nearest to your room, but there’s one in your room as well.” 

Your room. It felt strangely delighting to have something be your own, when previously everything was ours with Nagisa. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn’t know whether you should try to pause to catch your breath or pick up your pace. 

“And uh, this is your room.” This time you did notice Bakugou’s redness, it was quite hard not to when his entire face was red. Of course it would be. 

The room looked like it was something out of a barbie house. Soft, pastel rugs paired with baby pink curtains. Plush, stuffed dolls littered the place, some small and some big enough to engulf you. You slowly stepped inside, unsure how to feel about this interior, until you felt your bed. It was also a gentle pink, but the catch was how featherlight soft it was, it felt silky, and the mattress reminded you of when you’d dream of sleeping on a cloud. 

“Like it?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your blessed face. That’s the first he’s seen this expression on you. He feels almost cheated, like he would have seen way more of you and learnt way more than he already knows if that piece of shit let you out. 

You hummed to him in response. 

“Good, ‘cuz it’s your nap time now.” 

“Huh?” You straightened your back, looking at him in protest. 

“But, I still have things to ask you! Plus, I don’t need a freaking nap-“ 

“Sleep now, questions later.” 

The sun was starting to dip, giving the room a warm, orange glow which did make you feel somewhat lethargic. Bakugou closed the curtains, and shut the door, but surprisingly didn’t leave your room. He pulled the covers back, gesturing for you to slip under. You were afraid for a moment that he was gonna slither his way inside as well, uninvited. But he merely sat besides your supine form. 

“Um-?” 

“I’m gonna stay here ‘till you fall asleep.” You nodded mutely, not finding a point to objecting anymore. You never have a say anyways. But, this wasn’t so bad. He put his large hand on your head, caressing it and admiring its texture, and how amazing it feels beneath his fingers. You felt his touch to be invasive at first. Who does he think he is, touching you when you don’t even know him?

But you don’t speak. You instead relax and let the stress you built up melt away, and you welcome sleep. 

…..

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the feeling of someone lately shaking you. You were disoriented, glancing around the fluffy place in confusion, your eyes looking adorably lost and confused. 

“C’mon dumbass. It’s time for dinner.” 

Oh, right, you were living with him now. 

“I put the clothes you’re gonna wear on your bed, and here are your slippers.” You glanced on the bed, seeing a comfy looking white, silky pyjama dress slippers at the foot of your bed. 

“Ok.” You nodded, “I got it.” 

He gave you one final final intense look leaving your bedroom. 

…….

In the dining room, Bakugou had already set everything up. He made your favourite food, lit up some candles and sat down, anxious glancing at the door and waiting for you to appear. Will you like it? Will you ask him questions? Do you enjoy living with him so far? 

If the answer to some of those questions is no, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. He does know that you aren’t going anywhere though. 

You quietly walked in, feeling the tension increase with each step you took. 

You spied the contents on the table, salivating at the smell of your favourite food like a starved ogre, not even bothering to grimace at the memory of Nagisa’s poor attempt at making it. 

Bakugou was salivating as well, but for different reasons. He couldn’t look away from your exposed skin, staring creepily as if he’s never seen a leg before. 

The meal was consumed with awkwardness, neither party breaking the ice. You were afraid of confrontation, of asking too many questions and receiving nothing but anger and resentment in return. He seems so much nicer than Nagisa, you didn’t want him to hate you. 

The silence reigned, and the dishes were cleared away and being washed by Bakugou, who insisted you stay near him but also insisted you stay unoccupied. 

Every moment that passed felt like a moment lost, and you kept summoning your courage, but the words just wouldn’t leave your mouth. Maybe you should build up to what you really wanted to ask instead of jumping straight to it. 

You saw his red eyes sneakily glancing at you, rapidly leaving your form when you noticed him, causing his ears and face to flush. 

“So um, what do you do?” he quirked an eyebrow, looking at you strangely while his movements didn’t pause. 

“You-you don’t know?!” he exploded, looking at you in disbelief. You just shook your head like a deer caught in headlights. 

Oh, that shit must’ve not let you watch TV much. 

“I’m a pro hero.” 

Your eyes widened in wonder, the decadence of the place suddenly making sense. 

“Cool! What’s your quirk?” he ditched the dishes, excitedly showing you his quirk and explaining how it works, delighted at your cute smile and interest in him. The air felt charged and lively, and maybe that’s what led you to ask the questions that have being nagging at you. 

“So um, how did you-uh, how did you even find out anything about me?” 

Your heart dropped when you saw the excitement on his face disappear, his usual scowl in place of it. 

“You told me your name, that’s all I needed to know. I never stopped thinking about you ever since I saw you, I tried but I couldn’t. If even someone as strong as me can end up on death's door, then what would happen to you? I couldn’t just leave you.” At this point, he was caressing your face, looking at you with love stricken eyes. You were reminded of who you were talking to, you were talking to a Protective yandere, who took you. 

You didn’t have to ask anything else really, pandora’s box opened, and everything you weren’t previously privy to is now made obvious to you. 

“It sickened me though, knowing you actually fucking belonged to someone else. So how could I leave you? I had to save you like you saved me.” he had both of his huge hands on your face, looking at you with pure insanity, love, adoration and bloodthirst swirling and mixing in his irises. He was a yandere, he was the person every ordinary person should fear, he has you in his clutches, you should be trying to escape and regain your freedom, you saw first hand how easily capable of hurting you he could be if he wanted… So why weren’t you scared?

[girlwithwolftatoo]

hello !!! I noticed you were open for headcanons,, I was wondering if it’d be ok to request one for lap dance/strip tease,, (f!reader) either for Marc or Steven, but preferably Marc pls :] 🖤

Hello dear anon, of course!

Marc Spector x f!reader and a lap dance/strip tease:

*Surprise element is a thing you know Marc enjoys, so when he shows up in your apartment he has no idea what you've prepared for him. When you open the door, you're wearing very comfy clothes: a cottom t-shirt with one of those funny messages Marc thinks are cute, a pair of sweatpants and even your slippers.

*Everything is ready for a quiet, nice movie night. Marc listens the popcorn in the microwave and you ask him to treat himself as you go for the bowl. He sits on the sofa, making no coment about the tunes you're listening to because he already knows how curious your music taste is.

*"I bought something" you announce, coming back from the kitchen. You're not wearing your slippers anymore to show him your feet are covered in a stocking that has kitten paws sewed on the toes and ball of the foot. "Cute" he murmurs as the not-very-good-at-compliments man he is, but you chuckle. "Want to see 'em further?" you ask.

*Your fingers go to the elastic of your sweatpants, teasing a little of pull them off. Behind them, Marc can see the waistband of your fishnet stockings, and a sudden realization comes to his mind. He tries to approach you, but you kick him back softly to the sofa and uses a finger to point he must remain still.

*Your hips move to the rhythm of the music, your hands go to the edge of your t-shirt and lift it just enough for him to see you're not wearing a bra. At last, you turn back and begin to undress from your sweatpants, bending over so he can have a frontal view of your butt. But you stop right at the begining of your thighs and continue with your slow dancing.

*Marc considers himself a cold headed man, but you're being too extra with him this time and that's something he cannot handle. He licks his lips while you touch your ass, curling your fingers to pull the fishnet stockings a little and then, after loosing the sweatpants completely, going tip toes and purring like a cat while you place a finger between your lips, giving him a teasing look from behind.

*You slide one hand between your legs, a couple of fingers meeting your pussy over the clothes and slightly touching it, pressing the tips on your entrance. Marc's breathing is getting harder and faster, but doesn't dare to move. He struggles with patience, but he knows you're not going to keep going for more time.

*You walk towards him. "Hands behind the back, baby" you command. He chuckles. "Since when are you that bossy, (Y/N)?" he mocks you, but you're not giving up. "You better do what you're told, Spector, or the only tight thing you'll feel in that cock of your will be your right".

*You caress his face with both hands, toying with the dark curls of his hair. You lean on and he waits for you to kiss him... but instead you lick the tip of his nose and meows. He cannot help but whisper "Do we have a stray kitten here?" "Wait and see, Spectorrrr..." (you purr the last syllable as you aproach his lips just enough for him to feel the vibration of your word)

*You kneel on the sofa, over Marc's lap and make a slow, teasing up and down dance, holding yourself from the back of the seat. A couple of times your hips go down enough for you to notice the erection behind the pants, and you grin. Then, you get up and turn back to reverse kneeling, using your ass to rub him. He sighs, mouth wide open, staring at your hips. "Would my kitten let me hold her?" he breathes, leaning over to say it into your ear.

*He's allowed to touch, but slowly. You let him to begin with the back of your neck, then your shoulders, and then he can grab your tits but over the t-shirt. Anyways, he manages to rub your nipples and pinch them with his fingers, making you jump and whimper. "I bet the kitten wants more" he murmurs, licking the place where your neck and shoulder meet. You turn your head to kiss him, and drive his hands behind your clothes so he finally had free access to your bare breasts.

*"Marc... what about the movie night?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "The only thing I want to see is my kitten's cunt soaked by my fingers" he grunts and holds you in place, ready for the next step.

[atsumiye]

um, wrong number?

summary: on a night out, atsumu manages to get his next flings number. written on a flimsy napkin, they scribble a cute “call me” and their number. however, the next morning atsumu realizes the last few digits are smudged. with his superb guessing skills, he manages to guess the last 3 digits….or what he thinks is the 3 digits. so what happens when atsumu texts y/n some raunchy messages? he gets called a pervert.

masterlist ll three ll four ll five

Hearing the sound of keys you jump out of bed to meet Meian at the door. Sprinting towards the front door and unlocking it before he could even finish putting the keys in, you smile at him.

“Hey? I thought you would still be asleep.”

“I was actually awake early but the wildest thing just happened.”

You reach towards the bags Meian has in his hands, take one and start walking towards the kitchen, “How much did you buy? I thought you were just making me breakfast, not breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week?”

“I just knew you didn't have anything, didn't want you to starve. Its not a big deal, it was all on sale anyway.” he flashes a grin at you as you walk towards him with your arms out.

“Well thank you, I appreciate the help.” He wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his head on top of yours. "And once I finally have a job, I promise to buy you dinner!"

Looking up at him, he raises one eyebrow, "You think all of this is worth a single dinner?" He motions to the 5 large bags filled to the top resting on your counter.

"I think my continued friendship is worth even more than this." You release him to make a heart with your hands in front of you. He scoffs but you don't miss the smile he tries to hold back, as he begins to unpack the bags.

“But, oh god listen to what happened this morning some random man sent me a nude!”

“Sorry, what?” he stops putting stuff away to fully turn towards you

“It's all good now though because we are kinda friends, and I know it sounds insane but think about it, you are my only friend so I can use all the new people I can get. Plus, he seemed chill even though I like screamed at him through text and turns out it was all a mistake anyway so its perfectly fine. But, I do think the jet lag heavily effected my decision.”

You meet his wide eyes looking at you with utter confusion, trying to comprehend what you just said, he asks you to explain the story to him.

You pull out your phone to show him the texts and let him scroll through the conversation.

He pauses as he looks at the number, “Did you ever get their name?”

“Nope. All I know is he is a man, didn't even get his age. Why?”

Meian places your phone down on the counter top as he grabs his phone from his pocket, opening it and going to his contacts.

“Do you know him?” You yell while trying to look at his phone screen over his shoulder.

Opening his contacts he starts to type in the number and once the entire number is typed in, the result pops up.

“Fuck, this is awkward.” Meian mumbles.

"Wait! Isn't this that one guy who is always on some new twitter drama page every other day? You always complained how you had extra PR meetings because of him right?"

You sit for a second to contemplate the situation, “No... this is good. I can mess with him a bit” you said while smirking, thinking of every way you could confuse him by already knowing who he is.

“No. I'm gonna call him out for it, that's not how you treat people." He tells you, while starting to draft a text message to the setter.

“Meian.” you say as you pull his face towards you, missing how his breath hitches. Looking into his eyes you say “I'm okay, it ended up being a really funny situation. If anything, its more comforting that you actually know him, that means he isnt some creepy old dude or something. There's no need to even tell him, so promise you won't say anything just yet, okay?”

He looks at you as he begins to say something, but you glare back at him. He sighs as he mumbles out an ‘okay’.

“Thank you! So now, lets make breakfast because I have a lot of job searching to do today.”

“Well this entire situation makes me want to not tell you about this job I might have gotten you. He is Atsumu’s twin but-”

“No! None of that, I want to hear about the job. Please~”, you stretch out the last syllable of the word until he says, “Okay fine, but stay the hell away from Atsumu. I'm telling you this because I care about you, he is not good news. Just, don't let him hurt you okay?”

“Pinky promise!” You say as you grab his hand and fold it so his pinky is the only finger left up. You quickly wrap your pinky around his and giggle.

“You still put a lot of faith in pinky promises huh?” Meian laughs as you both reminisce the hundreds of pinky promises you forced him to make.

“They are the only form of assurance that works.” You smile at him, “Don't act like you didn't believe in them a few years ago.”

“Y/N,” Meian says quietly. You turn to look at him, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Yeah?” you whisper back. He sticks out his hand clenched in a fist while he slowly lifts up his pinky, “Promise me you'll come back?”

Your eyes begin to water as you bite your lip to keep it from quivering. You wrap your pinky around his and whisper, “Promise. I promise I'll come back to you.”

Now both in tears, he grabs you and pulls you into a hug.

After you finish reenacting the last time you saw each other before you left, you take a bow. He stares at you with a deadpan expression as you come back up, “I was worried you would never come back to Japan, sorry for caring about you a little bit. Won't do it again.” He huffs while you run up next to him by the stove, “I would never leave you alone here, you would be so bored without me.” You grin at him, “Now, start cooking and tell me about the job!”

chapter four- pinky promise

riya's notes:

- meian and y/n have made 748 pinky promises in the span of their 9 year friendship

- meian spent over ¥16,000 (about $150) at the grocery store to fill y/n's fridge

- meian's parents facetimed both of them to say hello to y/n and to make sure meian was taking care of y/n

- please let me know your thoughts <3333

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