#i'll probably get some onigiri

[orange-oracy]

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but so anyways moving on i don't really post my art here and just lurk in other people's blogs and usually that's not a problem if you're a basic consumer on Tumblrdotcom but i keep checking my account and i feel bad that i'm never talking to anyone anymore because i'm more busy than usual :/

i'll keep my blog up but i'm going to forget the log-in again anyways wwwww

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not really ill be doing my best so i hope you guys will too if you don't i'll have ovi kick your asses 🥲

to everyone i've come to know,

気にかけていただいてありがとうございます.

さようなら.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:

*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*

Too much wine?

Mihawk?

Mihawk drunk??

Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?

GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s

BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—

So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.

Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.

I shall call it.......

HAMMERED

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.

♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫

I'll take the mead from the table

Talk straight while I'm able

Until I'm nothin' less than a crime

Zoro

"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."

Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.

Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."

Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.

All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.

That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.

Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.

He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.

If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.

Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.

"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."

Sanji

"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."

Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.

Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.

The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.

He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.

Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?

"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."

Shanks

"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"

Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"

Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.

If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.

He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.

Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.

Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.

He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.

He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.

To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.

"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."

Mihawk

"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."

Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.

But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.

He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.

Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.

But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.

Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.

You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.

That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.

Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.

You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.

"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."

Buggy

"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"

And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!

Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.

No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.

If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.

Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.

That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.

Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.

"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."

[hhonghu]

Love me harder!

;; sex obsessed!sub!kabukimono x reader

cw: innocent to sex crazed kabukimono, established relationship, probably ooc kabukimono, rough sex, lovemaking (??), doggy style, humping, grinding, nipple play, cumming inside, implied small dick kabukimono, sex addiction, begging, desperate kabukimono, corrupting kabukimono, anal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, implied marathon sex, reader has a dick

i definitely can do wholesome and romantic too!! i can hold back on making smut!! (no i cannot) this post is proof!! lol anyways this might be my longest piece yet, wonder if demons took over me or smth. i'll start exploring new writing formats too and improve after this bc this seems messy and i feel like it doesn't feel readable to some readers, so i apologize for that! ;; but i digress, sigh,, corrupting kabukimono is a fun experience though! now you have turned a innocent boy into a needy, sex obsessed boy who wants the love and pleasure you give to him only! enjoy reading! let me know if i missed anything! ^^ taglist (??): @lemonlimesocks @havenmoodz

innocent!kabukimono who's captivated by you. you were introduced to him by niwa and you greet him with a smile, you're voice sounding like honey to his ears. who are you? "hello, i'm [name], a friend of niwa. nice to meet you." you raised your hand for him to shake. innocent!kabukimono who shyly shakes your hand, "it's nice to meet you too, i'm kabukimono.", "kabukimono? what a pretty name, it suits you well." his eyes light up, looking directly at yours as he smiles, cheeks flushing while muttering a small thank you. innocent!kabukimono who stares at you as you talk to niwa, having to excuse yourself now because you still had tasks to do. he perks up, were you leaving already? his face bared a sad expression, he didn't get to talk to you more. he.. he wanted to hear more of your voice. he has a strange feeling somewhere in his chest, he doesn't know what it is but he.. likes it. he sees you wave goodbye to him and niwa shouting that you'll come and see them some other time. he is definitely look forward to it.

innocent!kabukimono whos taking his lunch under a yumemiru tree, munching down an onigiri as he takes in the beautiful scenery before him. pink leaves fall down the tree and flying away with the wind or falling down to the ground and he sighs in content, it was peaceful. "kabukimono?" his breath hitches, it was you. it was your voice. he turns his head around and he sees you standing next to him, "so it is you. i noticed your veil from the road. what are you doing here?", "i—i'm eating my lunch here." kabukimono stammers. you smile at him and nod, "then mind if i join you as you eat?". innocent!kabukimono who nods eagerly and moved a bit to give you space to sit next to him. as you sat down and lean against the tree, he felt his cheeks warm up. "so, what are you eating for lunch?", you stretch your arms and fold them beneath your head. "i'm having some shio sake onigiri, if you'd like you can have some." kabukimono offers, hand already lending you one, "i made them myself.". you smile, "you sure? i wouldn't want to eat your lunch." you grin, "thanks for the offer though.". kabukimono shakes his hand, "no really, you can have some! i have enough for two people." you sigh and finally nod, "alright, if you say so.". he smiles, unwraps the onigiri and hands it to you. you lean in closer to him, muttering "thank you for the food," and taking a bite of the onigiri. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes widens as you pull away and chew away. you were so close to him! his could feel that feeling in his chest again, it was pounding. "mmm, this onigiri you made is pretty good!", "i'm g-glad you think so!" he stammers — he looks down at the bitten onigiri and then back at you. "would like.. more?"

innocent!kabukimono whos face flushes when you're around. every time you visit the workshop, you would come up to talk to him. you would ask how his day was or was he tired. you even ask him to come take a break from forging, winking that niwa won't know he was gone. innocent!kabukimono who swoon when you come by and give him little gifts; "i saw this sakura bloom by road and thought of giving to you, it goes well with your pretty hair and veil.", "there was sale at the food stall and it was unagi chazuke! i couldn't help buying some for you too, the deal was pretty good. be careful, the bowl is hot.", "here's a small lunch box i made! you can put the food you make here. and if you're feeling generous, you can give some for me too.". innocent!kabukimono who cherishes the gifts you give him. it makes the feeling in his chest flutter when what you do, you think of him. niwa will even tease him, asking in a sing-song voice "oohh, who's the the lucky fellow? got you smiling like that." kabukimono will just shush him and wave him away, going back to adore the little gifts you've given him.

innocent!kabukimono who couldn't help but think of you even while doing something! not once do you not cross his mind, it's as if you are there with him. from time to time he would space out; your eyes, your hair, your lips. you cloud his mind, it almost frustrates him. why is it that you haunt him? every time niwa approaches him, his eyes searches for you behind him. every time he makes food, he thinks if you will compliment him that how good he made it. innocent!kabukimono wanted know what he is feeling that you're making him feel. the feeling in his chest that he's come to like, all because of you.

innocent!kabukimono who brought it up to you one day while you took him out to eat dango under his favorite spot by the yumemiru. he tugged on your sleeve, "[name]? can i ask you something?". he looked.. conflicted, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a slight frown. you nodded and faced him, "what's up?" you've never seen him so serious, so you wondered what is on his mind. "[name], i've been having this strange feeling in my chest. every time you're around me, every time we talk, every time you're in my mind, i feel it. you make my body feel this warmth and i do not know what it is, but i like it, it makes me feel happy and.. alive when i'm with you. but i'm scared.. i do not know this feeling, i do not know if it is good or bad, [name]." his hold on your sleeve tightens and his eyes becomes glossy, lips starting to quiver. as for you, you were taken aback and your eyes widened in realization. strange feeling in his chest? warmth? he... he basically confessed to you! you cheeks felt warm as you comprehend what he just said — no words coming your mouth as you stare at him in awe. innocent!kabukimono who felt as if he was going to cry. why are you staring at him like that? it's making him nervous. did he say something wrong? he knew it, he shouldn't have said that. before you could say something, a stray tear slides down his cheek. "[n-name].. i — i didn't mean to upset you! please.. please forgive me..." you quickly raised your hand as you snap out of your trance to cup his cheek and swipe away the fallen tear with your thumb. "oh, kabukimono. i'll never be upset with you. shh shh.. it's okay, it's okay." you coo at him, watching as he melts on your hand, eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill out. "kabukimono, what you just told me.." you swallow, "— is a feeling called love. it seems that you were feeling the same way as i am.". kabukimono perks up, what do you he was feeling the same as you do? were you feeling the same thing that was in his chest? was it that love you speak of? you tuck a stray hair behind his ear and smile softly, "kabukimono, will you listen to me? i think this would be the best time to tell you.." your eyes searches an answer in his and he nods. "i am absolutely enamored by you. i feel the same warmth in chest when you are with me. your eyes, your face, you smile.. it makes my heart swell. you are prettiest boy i've ever met and i'm glad i've met you.". innocent!kabukimono whos eyes spills tears one after the other, eyes widening at your confession. and then he giggles before full on laughing — you were stunned, you thought you were about to be laughed at until he feel his arms around your neck and hug you tightly. "[name], [name], [name]... you do not know how much you've made me happy hearing you say those words.."

innocent!kabukimono who was now officially your lover! words cannot describe the happiness when you two agreed to finally be together after that confession under the tree. now you affections have increased to him by tenfold! your visits the workshop becomes more frequent to come and see him, you buy him more things (you even bought him an expensive tea set which made trip and fall over when you said the price lmao), and gladly eat the food he learned to make just for you. even niwa would scold you with a broom, "let kabukimono work and go back to your own work!" and try and chase you out. as you run out with niwa on your tail, you turn your head back and shout out "i love you, darling! work hard! i'll come by again!", "like hell you will!". kabukimono who laughs and waves as he watches your figures run around — he was so in love with you.

innocent!kabukimono who begins to feel something other than love. you two have finally gotten used to physical touch; hugging, holding hands, even sleeping next to one another (you got a slipper thrown at you by niwa when he found out you "stole" kabukimono at the dead of night just to sleep with you lmaoao). and when you two shared your first kiss, he felt as he was floating in clouds. your lips were soft against his and the kiss was soft too, making him melt into your hold. when you pulled away you swore you could've seen hearts in his eyes, "did you like it?" you asked. he nods eagerly, "i enjoyed it.." he pulls on your collar, bringing you forward, your lips touching again. "... please, kiss me more, [name].."

innocent!kabukimono who feels something in him when you touch him. he could feel something in his stomach burning when you touch his waist and caress it as you talk about your day, making him unable concentrate. your touch feels warm even if your hand is on his clothes, he couldn't make sense what's happening to his body. it's almost as if he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono whos preparing a simple meal for you while you went out for a while. when he was reaching out for a small bowl across the table a little too far away from his reach, he squeals as he felt something good from the corner of the table that put pressure on his poor cock. he pulled himself away, unsure what just happened. what was that he just felt? he felt something when he.. accidentally rubbed himself on the corner of the table. he contemplated and curiosity got the best of him, deciding to go back to the edge of the table. his hands grip the table and positioned himself — he's unsure on what to do but he wanted to recreate that feeling again. innocent!kabukimono who slightly rolls his hips, testing the waters. his grip on the table tightens as he felt the small sensation of pleasure zip through his body making him squeal out in surprise. ah, so there it is. he bites his lips and tries again and he swears he feel his legs about to give up. it feels so good. the table creaks as he begins to pick up his pace, soft, lewd sounds escaping his mouth. but he couldn't quite reach it. he chasing something he doesn't know, he can feel it but but can't get there. innocent!kabukimono who didn't notice you arrive. you walked in him with his back facing you humping the edge of the table. you lean on the kitchen entrace, watching him intently as he nimbly thrusts his hips. kabukimono lets out a garbled noise of frustration, hips coming to stop as his catches his breath, body shaking. you smirk, he can't cum. poor kabukimono, shaking because he can't cum. but don't worry! now you're here to lend him a hand.

innocent!kabukimono who gasps as he feels hands wrap around his waist and a head bury and his shoulder, "what are you doing, darling?". he lets his hands let go of the table and grab your arms around him, shakily cluthcing your arm. he feels ashamed! he can't believe you've seen him like this when he was supposed to be preparing your meal. "[na-name]! it's not.. it's not what you think!" he tries to explain himself but no words come after, shame and embarrassment really starting to take over him. you chuckle, lifting your head and whisper right into his ear, "it's alright, don't fret." he relaxes a little in your hold but still tense, turning his face away from you. "so, what were you doing? you can tell me, kabukimono. i won't be upset." you nuzzle back into his neck, trying to coax him to talk. "i don't.. i don't know.. i was trying to reach for a bowl across the table but then.. then i felt something when i bumped on the corner of the table.. i really liked it.. it felt good.. so i wanted to feel it again.." he cuts himself off as a hiccup leaves his mouth. you coo at him, so he was just humping the table because he accidentally stimulated himself? how cute. "aww and how did it go? i heard you cry out, darling." he lets out a breath, you can see from an angle of his eyebrows furrowing. "i felt it again.. but, i can't reach it..", "hm? reach what?", "i don't know.. i don't know. i just want it, [name]."

innocent!kabukimono who finally faces you, doe eyes looking up at you pleading, "please, [name].. please help me.." and something in you snapped. to hear him beg for you, bleary eyes asking you to help him cum.. oh, it just awakens the deepest parts in you. you lean down and kiss him while your hands drag itself down his body making him squirm. you whisper in his mouth to relax as you undo his pants and pulling it down, touching his poor cocklet, pre-cum already oozing out his tip. he grabs onto your bicep as he moans in your mouth, feeling you slowly stroke him. you pull away from the kiss and use your free hand to grab his chin and make him look down on your hand stroking him, "here, look at me stroking your pretty cock, darling. you have to watch because this is how you," you gently squeeze and he mewls, "— feel pleasure." innocent!kabukimono whos legs were shaking as he feels your stroke him, breath beginning to stagger as felt himself fall into satisfaction. "haaa, hhghk—! so good, so gooood.. please keep going, please..!". you kiss his neck, leaving a trail of marks and stroke him faster, watching as his body twists and turns in your hold, his mouth letting out the prettiest sounds. his grip on your clothes becomes tighter, his head leaning back on your shoulder as his hand scrambles to take your hand off his cock. "[name]— [name], wait! something ngh— something is gonna come out hngh—! [name], s-stop! i'm going to pee!" you didn't listen. you hand goes faster, rougher, squelching echoing in the kitchen accompanying kabuikmonos' moans. "[name], [name], [name]! it's coming ah, ah, ah— it's coming out!", "that's right, darling. go ahead, let it all out. cum all over my hand." and cums. hard. spurts of white leave his pretty cock as his eyes roll back and his body convulses, his orgasm washing over him. you slow down and closing to a stop, hand still wrapped around his cock as you listen to him catch his breath. you gently kiss his temple, "how do you feel, darling?" as you wait for his response, you feel him grind back against you and your eyes widen, "kabukimono?". you don't know what you've just done to him. poor, sweet kabukimonos' first taste of pleasure.. he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono who gets carried to your bedroom and lied down softly on your bed. you lean down and pepper kisses on his face and you sigh in content, "what have i done to you, kabukimono?". you take his hand and kiss the back of it, "please tell me you want this as much as i do." kabukimono nods, he does! he wants to feel more closer to you, he wants to feel your skin on his, he just wants you. "say it, darling. i need to hear—", "yes! yes, please, [name]. let's become closer than ever, so please—" he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer, "touch me."

innocent!kabukimono who stuggles to keep his legs open, his pretty slick hole being bared to you. you stare at it as it clenches on nothing, it was so inviting. "be patient, darling." you tut, other hand grabbing his milky thigh to spread him further, making him whimper. kabukimono feels embarrassed, the way you stare at him so intensely, especially down there, makes him shiver. innocent!kabukimono who clenches around you when you put your tip inside him, teasing his hole. "relax, darling. you're too tense.." you hiss at the feeling. he's trying! he really is! the sensation is just so new to him, so he couldn't help it. a few second pass and he finally relaxes, nodding at you to slowly slide in. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes nearly crosses as you slowly push inside, his warm walls enveloping your cock. you breathed out a dazed sigh and not move, let him get used to you and relishing the feeling of him finally around you. kabukimono on the other hand, was seeing heaven. too good, too good, you made him feel too good. you were all the way inside him and he felt so full, your cock reaching the deepest part in him and you needed you to move now. "[name], hic— you can— you can move," his hands grab the sheets below him in anticipation as your hips begin to move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. innocent!kabukimono who cries out, eyes brimming with tears as you pick up your pace, pounding in his greedy hole. "ngh— oooh, god! [name], this— this feels so good♡! don't stop, don't stop, please!", "haah—! right there! please, keep ngh— doing that♡! keep oooh— hitting that spot!", "[name], [name, [name]..! hhngh♡♡!". innocent!kabukimono who feels the coil in stomach about to snap, his hands finding its way to your back and scratching it, making you groan. kabukomono arches his back, head moving further into the pillow as drill into him harder and feel him clench around you. you grin, "you're close, aren't you, darling?" you hit a certain spot in him making him squeal, "come on, answer me, darling." you press your tip against his prostate, drool slipping from the side of his mouth, "yesh— yes! keep unghhh—! keep going! please! go faster♡!" and who are you say no to your kabukimono? innocent!kabukimono who cums with a scream, eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open as his cocklet spill out. you give a few last thrusts, grunting as you cum in him, filling him up. heavy breathing can be heard, both you catching your breaths. you reach out and cup his cheek, leaning down and kissing it. "such a good boy, darling. how are you feeling?" he looks up at and smiles, using the last of his strength to lift his head and kiss you back on your cheek. "you've made me feel so good, [name], thank you." it makes your heart swell, seeing him enjoy his first time with you. "but..." you perk up, seeing a shy expression on his face "[name], can.. we go one more time♡?"

oh, look what have you done to him.

poor innocent kabukimono.

you've ruined him.

kabukimono loves you. he loves you so much.

just as much as he loves your dick.

you've completely ravaged him. ruined him.

so take responsibility, won't you?

sex obsessed!kabukimono who got addicted to you and sex. oh, look what have you done to him. after his first time with you, sex with has not left his mind even during work. it'd woken something in him; he starts to crave it it, yearn for it, needing it. he can't focus in his work, forging weapons seemingly becoming more disinterested, his mind solely on you. he wanted to feel pleasure again. the pleasure you gave him left him wanting more.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who seeks you out. he would leave the workshop, looking for you. niwa would ask him where he was going but he waved him away, it's nothing important, he says. but he knows he's lying, he knows because he's looking for you. poor kabukimono knocking on your door, please be here. please, you have to be here. and to his luck, you opened the door. "darling? what's wrong? i was just about—" you cut yourself off, the feeling of his lips on yours shutting you up. you kiss him back, grabbing his waist and pulling him inside, locking the door and slamming him against it. you pull away, "hm? now what's this? desperate now, are we?" you tease, looking down his as flushed face, "surely.. you came here because you missed me, right?". sex obsessed!kabukimono who can't deny what you said. he does miss you! he really does.. "or..", you lean down and whisper in his ear, "you missed my cock, don't you, kabukimono?" he whines. you laugh, reveling in the fact he does in fact, miss your cock. "please.. just.. just this once. i can't get enough, please.. i need your cock.." he grabs on your clothes and tug them, eyes pleading up at you. "you don't— you don't have to put it in me. use my mouth.. i— please, use my mouth♡."

sex obsessed!kabukimono who excuses both of you when having tea time with niwa, saying some sensible yet pathetic excuse. he drags you out the room all the while you're trying to hold back your laugh. sex obsessed!kabukimono who locks both of you inside an storage room filled with cargo boxes and pounces on you, roughly kissing you while you grab the back of his thighs to carry him. you carefully navigate the room and set him down a box, hands trailing down to his waist. you pull away as he sighs, a trail of saliva following your mouth, "strip off your shirt." and he does immediately, undoing until his chest is bare to you— his pink, perky nubs already hard and enticing to come and play with them. you contemplate whether to give in or let him suffer, just a bit. afterall, while niwa was distracted, kabukimono decided it would be nice to tease you a bit by pulling a bit of his shirt by the top, showing you his nipples. it definitely backfried.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gives you a confused look when you switch places with him. you sat on the box and sit him down on your lap with his back on your chest. you settled you hands on his waist and your chin on his shoulder near his ear, making him breathe deeply. "i know what you want, darling. but that stunt you pulled back there? i'm not so sure." he hiccups, head turning to look at you. "bu-but..", "tsk, tsk. you know what you did." he pouts, a little hmph escaping his lips. sex obsessed!kabukimono who takes matters in his own hands, if you won't, then he will. his nimble fingers reach and touch his nubs, lightly touching it with the tips of his fingers. you watch intently, awestricken as he plays with his nipples without you. oh well, more for you. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos hips begin to grind back to you, a small bulge can be seen in his pants. he moans your name as he begins to twist and pull, his nipples becoming more sensitive and puffy— how cute. "hghh— [name].. [name]! i.. i can't! my nipples.. my nipples feels so good! its ngh—♡!", "[naaame].. it's so hghuk—! ah, ah, ah♡! so sensitive.. ughk—! i don't wanna stooop♡...". sex obsessed!kabukimono whos back arches he gives on last pinch to his nipples, legs shaking as he cums in his pants, lewd noises sighing out of his mouth. he limps back on you chest, catching his breath as body gives small jerks. he gasps as he feels you tear his hands away from his chest and replaces it with yours, your fingers pinching and twisting harshly making him cry out, hands searching for something to grab on to. "don't think you'll get out of this, darling." you tug more firmly on the oversensitive nubs and he arches his back, shouting out your name. "let's play with these more, yeah?".

(niwa did not hesitate to throw you both his slippers right at you once you came back with a debauched and disheveled kabukimono lol)

sex obsessed!kabukimono who invites you in his room, telling you that he was given a kotatsu table (for some reason)! as you enter his room, he's already settled in the table, his lower half covered by the table cover. he pats the free space next to him and offers you some snacks, smiling as you take your place beside him. you put your legs under the table, feeling the warmth radiating from under table. you two chat for a while, planning if kabukimono can meet with you a local food stand. as you talk about the food of the stand, you reach for the snacks on the table and in the corner of your eyes, kabukimono pulled back his legs out of the table, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. sex obsessed!kabukimono turns to you and spreads his legs, showing you pretty wet hole. "sorry.. i can't help it.." he shyly, yet mischievously says. you chew your the snack and swallowed, then smile, reaching out and stretching his hole with your thumb. you watch as he clenches in anticipation, his thighs quivering. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos tongue lolls out his mouth, drool sliding the side of his mouth as your finger works his insides, thrusting in and out, reaching deep inside him. your pace was decent but to kabukimono, it wasn't enough. he grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled it back farther, making it almost reach his ears and he feels like he'll pass out. the angle made your fingers keep touching his prostate over and over again. "yesyesyes, keep going angh—! your fingers feel so good, [name]! don't nghhh♡— don't stop♡!". like hell you will.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gets pounded from behind, back arching as your hips snap back and forth against his ass, your cum dripping down the sides of his thighs and down the sheets. you haven't stopped, he lost count to how many times he came and how many times you filled him up to the brim. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos legs write and kick as he feels his orgasm approaching, nononono, he can't possibly! you hips piston faster, making him cry out as he feels like your reaching his stomach. he tries to slow you down, his hand reaching for your abdomen and weakly pushing but it didn't work, it only made you faster. "ooohhh— ougnnhh! [name]! [name], please! i can't— i can't! i'll die, i'll— diiieee♡!", "having my dick shoved in your thirsty, drooling, cum filled hole won't kill you, so fucking take it." sex obsessed!kabukimono who screams into the pillow as his cocklet squirts and he body convulses, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. you kept thrusting, you didn't stop until you finally spill your load in him, groaning as his hole clenches, milking you for all your worth. a few seconds pass by, you begin to move again and kabukimono whines, limp body using all his strength to turn his head to face you. and to your (exciting) surprise, he has a dopey smile on. "keep filling me up, [name]♡!".

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟏: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

♫ Middle Kids - Bootleg Firecracker

I'll be your midnight bootleg firecracker I could blow up in your hand It could be great or a disaster That's the point that I am after

✰ 𝐜𝐰: the panic attack from the prologue is continuing here for a bit! written part between the handwritten notes and SMAU parts.

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Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Everything is on autopilot; it always is when the panic takes over. The blood rushing in your ears, the air squeezed out of your lungs, the blurry tunnel vision. Your shaky hands slam a few banknotes too many on the counter but you don’t wait for the change back; you’re out the door already when a voice is calling out to you, but you ignore it. Everything in you is telling you to run.

Foolish. So damn foolish. You’ve always been like that, haven’t you? Falling in love with the idea of someone; blindly following a siren call only to turn into a wreck. It’s a familiar pain, there’s a strange sense of safety in it. Don’t fly too close to the sun, don’t get loved too much, or else you’ll burn yourself.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Makki is talking relentlessly to you on the phone. He knows how quiet you get once the anxiety kicks in, how you can’t focus on anything but the overwhelming urge to run, how hard something as simple as breathing is when you get into your head like this. You wish he were here to hold your hand through this. You wish you never came here at all. You wish you weren’t so desperate to be loved.

Are you outside? Okay, good. Can you sit down somewhere till Bokuto picks you up? A bank maybe? Oh, wait, your location says there’s a playground right around the corner. You see it? Do they have swings? Remember in high school when Oikawa kissed the ground face first when we challenged each other who could swing the highest? You and I laughed so hard we almost had an accident. And of course Hajime won, stupid beefy monster that he is. Bet he’d still do, we should really try it out next time we’re all visiting home. Ah, there’s a vending machine? I knew that beeping was familiar. Whatcha gettin’? The same juice box like you always do? You know what we should do tomorrow when you get home? Grab some boba from the store you had pinned forever, my treat.

The tight knot in your chest is slowly unraveling as you listen to your best friend’s voice. In the background you occasionally hear Yukie munching on something, probably the vegetable chips you made yesterday. She’s less calm than Makki is, you can tell from the lack of blissful humming she usually does when eating and her hushed voice, asking Akaashi when Bokuto will get there. Despite everything, you manage to let out a small, hoarse laugh. At least it will make a great story with some water down the bridge.

“There you are.”

A warm voice, kind. Almost familiar, as if you’ve heard it in a dream before. You look over your shoulder and freeze, almost dropping your juice box. It’s not Bokuto, but the same guy from Onigiri Miya who you snapped at earlier when he asked if you were alright, while blotches of snot were dripping on your half-eaten onigiri. You feel hot shame creep up your neck, your heart rate picking up again. He tips his cap back a bit to get a better look at you under the dim light of the street lantern and you feel the urge to flee again.

“You were gone so fast, I couldn’t give you this,” he puffs, as if he actually ran after you. He holds up a brown paper bag, the logo of the shop stamped on it. “Since you didn’t seem to enjoy the onigiri you had at the shop, I packed you some more to eat when you’re feeling more like it.”

“That’s not necessary” you mutter while your eyes dart left and right, searching for a way to escape this situation. Somehow he is making your skin crawl; not because you feel like he’s gonna harm you, but because he makes you feel seen and you really, really hate that.

“Please.”

He takes a step towards you and shoves the bag into your hands, almost making you drop your phone. Makki on the other end calls out your name, sounding slightly concerned, but who wouldn’t be when their friend was approached by a stranger at night in an unfamiliar place far, far away from home?

“I don’t want it,” you say, your voice a bit more steady now. Your brows furrow and for the first time you look back at him. Somehow your panic is slowly getting replaced by irritation. Just what was his problem? “You’ll get in trouble when your boss finds out that you’re giving out stuff for free.”

This makes him laugh; a sound so clear and warm, washing away your worries for a fleeting second. How strange.

“It’s sweet that you worry, but I am the boss,” he replies with a smug smile and uses the second of surprise to firmly plant the paper bag into your hands. His fingers graze your skin and you can’t help but notice how warm they are; and you think about flying close to the sun again and it makes you want to cry.

Everything in you wants to run from this kindness. Run, before someone can notice that you don’t actually deserve it. You’re good at that, aren’t you? 

For a few heartbeats you’re too stunned to speak and the bag with onigiri weighs heavy in your hands. Hot shame crawls up your spine and your neck again, remembering how you cried at the counter and snapped at him like a hurt dog. Why would he even come after you, when you’ve already made your best effort to push him away? To get rejected again? You couldn’t even fathom to imagine.

“Hold up,” you say eventually when he’s about to turn around and leave, probably sensing your discomfort. You wish he wouldn’t look at you like that, with this faint smile playing upon his lips and his dark eyes searching yours, searching for something you could never offer and yet you can’t look away either. Your stomach is doing a funny little flip. 

From the depths of your bag you pull out the marred box of cupcakes you still have with you and hold them out for him. You don’t dare to look inside, but you can imagine they must look like a hot mess by now (probably even worse than you feel at this moment). 

“They’re lemon lavender cupcakes,” you explain and look away, rubbing the back of your neck. “After my own recipe. I baked like ten trays of them last night and those are from the best batch but I doubt they’re still any good now. The rest I left with my roommates, though honestly they’re not the best food critics and just happy when they’re being fed.”

Without noticing, your voice gets a bit more steady and excited now that you get to ramble about food, your brain pleased over the distraction. It’s the one thing that always helped with the panic. Your fingers are still fiddling, your weight shifting from one foot on the other, but your breathing is calmer now and the instinct to run is subsiding. 

“The lavender syrup I used for them is homemade, too. Tastes great with some sparkling water and mint. We grew the lavender I used on our rooftop garden. I’ll admit I’m not the best at keeping plants alive, but Akaashi does that for us thankfully, he’s amazing. I also have some tomatoes growing there, and tomato salad in this summer heat just hits differently in my opinion. Anyway, sorry for the cupcakes, I don’t know why I gave them to you, they’ve probably gone bad by now so you can just throw them out and–”

“What’cha talkin’ about? These are amazing,” the guy mutters with his mouth full, one smushed cupcake in his hand that he took a big bite out of like an apple, buttercream at the corner of his mouth. You snap out of your haze and blink at him as he takes another big bite, eyes widening and head nodding approvingly as he chews. 

He doesn’t seem like he’s lying or doing it only out of politeness–because you obviously had a very bad night–no; it’s as if he’s genuinely enjoying the food you made. Something inside of you twists again and it’s all too much. 

Thank fuck you don’t have to think about this any further, because the familiar face of Bokuto appears from around the corner, eyes lightening up when he recognizes you as well. He waves from a distance and you grab your things, hurrying past the boy who makes your tummy feel funny and towards Akaashi’s boyfriend who holds out his arms for you. You fling yourself into them for a quick hug and then quickly drag him away, unable to think about anything but putting some distance between… well, everything. 

“Was that Myaa-sam? You know him?”, Bokuto asks when he shoulders your bag, one arm around you as you walk back to his place. He’s not loosening his grip around you and you have a good idea what Akaashi must have ordered him to do: Don’t leave Y/N alone until she’s on her train back tomorrow.

“His onigiri are the best! I always tell Kashi he should bring you some when he’s here but he has no self-control and eats them all in one go. They taste best fresh anyway, you should try them while you’re here,” Bokuto rambles. You’re grateful for it, though. It’s easier than having to explain everything that happened and why your heart seems unable to stop pounding, and it helps you not to scream when really it’s all you want to do right now.

✽ 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐮𝐧…

only a handful fun facts because this chapter is long as it is heh

yes the Tokyo group can afford an apartment with a rooftop garden. no i don't know how. one of them is secretly rich i guess (probably Makki)

Kiyoomi and Y/N sang Good Luck, Babe! 31 times that night

Atsumu makes a horrible bartender but somehow no one is stopping him either

Y/N likes to scribble every fleeting thought down because otherwise she will forget them in a heartbeat

grocery store runs together are one of her favorite activities with friends

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dearest dira !! im here for your plot bunny game <3 could i request bokuto ?? :>

You might not have fallen in love with your husband if you'd met him out in the open, as loud and (affectionately) obnoxious as he is.

So you'll be forever thankful that you met him the way you did.

"Excuse me?" You kneel down to squint under the table. The space is barely big enough to hide a child and you don't think a man in a fancy dress suit could even get his leg in there.

"I'm not here," a voice whispers, high and a little whiny.

"Okay," you nod, "I was just wondering if you're comfortable. Are you hungry?"

"Maybe?"

You look over the table, take stock of the room. Loads of equally fancy-dressed people. The food isn't that far away.

"Okay, stay where you are, I'm going to get you something. Any preferences."

"I like meat."

.

"Okay, I'm back, are you there? I've got a few sticks with grilled chicken, some Onigiri even though they only had Tuna, and those Mini Steaks that are absolutely delicious. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy but I don't know how hungry you a-" The Plates are all but ripped from your hands. You stare at the now-empty space but don't dare to lift the tablecloth in fear of what's truly hiding underneath.

For a while, you can only hear the quiet noise of someone chewing. You think about leaving, but it doesn't feel right. What if they're thirsty too?

But before you can ask them, the table starts shaking softly. For all the quiet swiftness he had entering this little safe space, the guy does not care for quiet nor swiftness as he creeps out, almost tipping the table over.

"Hey," he smiles up at you with wide, curious eyes, greyish hair slightly drooping, "You're still here."

"Uh, yeah, I was... uhm, are you thirsty? They have a Soda Fountain."

He's tall, huge even, with beefy arms and equally large thighs. How on earth did he fit- No, you don't wanna think about that. "Yeah!" He smiles, "That would be nice. What's your name? Mine's Bokuto. I'm not really sure why I'm here though, do you know-"

"OH! You're Bokuto Kotarou!" You smile, beaming with pride. "You're famous for your crossshot!"

Are you imagining things or did his hair just straighten like it has a mind of its own.

"You've seen me play?"

"Obviously! I'm probably your biggest fan!"

"Really?! Tell me more!"

-x-

"He's like his Dad," you sigh, peering into the small space between the TV and the Wall. "Always creeping into the tiniest places."

"Is he okay?" Kotarou's hanging off your shoulder, all weight and despair.

"I think so. Do we have some food to lure him out?"

"He ate all his snacks this morning."

"All his- Kou, you know you're not supposed to give him all his snacks at the same time!"

"But he looked so cute!"

You sigh again. "Stay here, okay? He likes you, he might come out when you ignore him. I'll get something he likes."

"But how do I ignore him?" Your husband asks, clearly unable to imagine such a scenario.

"If you turn your head to the left you can see the artwork Keiji bought us for our wedding. You always get lost in your head looking at it."

"Oh, right."

You're only a little surprised to still find him staring at the artwork when you turn back. But that's not the important part.

Important is the little puppy gnawing on Kotarou's hand, so obviously unhappy about the fact that no one's paying him any attention.

Like you said: Like father, like son.

[sunarots]

so high school ━━━ atsumu miya

03. cocky ♡

“Maybe you should take your hood down and sunglasses off.” After fifteen minutes and a pit stop in the first coffee shop you could find, Atsumu was yet to make his appearance any less suspicious.

“Why?”

“Because you’re drawing more attention to us and they probably think you’re kidnapping me.”

Atsumu looks around himself and curses under his breath, pulling his hood down but keeping his sunglasses and mask on. “Fine.”

“Lose the sunglasses too, you look like a dick.”

“Oi, watch it or I’ll kick ya out,” Atsumu laughs. He moves the sunglasses to sit on his head. “Here, take the lift up.” He takes the second suitcase from you, rolling both of them by his sides. “How was the flight?”

“It was okay. Some lady’s baby started screaming halfway through and then she picked a fight with a flight attendant for not having anything to heat up milk.”

“What?”

You laugh along with him and shrug. "Funniest thing, they did have something to heat it up for her. She just started screaming out of nowhere! Then the baby threw up on her and the snacks she got, which shut her up really quick."

Atsumu laughs, holding open the elevator door for the two women waiting behind you both. He presses the button and you start moving up. "Just so ya know, none of yer furniture has arrived yet. Yer more than welcome to take my bed and I'll take the couch until it does get here."

"Oh, I sold all my furniture. Those boxes on my story was all things I donated to different charity shops, Ushiwaka delivered them for me before taking me to the airport."

Atsumu nods along slowly to your words. "What's yer plan?"

"Oh, I have money from all the things I managed to sell, along with the deposit I'd placed on the flat, so it's enough for basics. After I drop my suitcases off, I'll go for a walk and try to find some shops and you can go back to work."

"Don't be silly." Atsumu takes both your suitcases before you have a chance to stop him, leading you out of the elevator and towards the parking lot. "I can take ya. I took the whole afternoon off to help ya settle in. Plus, I can show ya all the hidden spots. We can grab a bite to eat."

"Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience-"

"Yer not inconveniencing anyone, Y/N," Atsumu assures you, stopping behind a sleek, black sports car and lifting the trunk of it. He lifts the two suitcases, barely managing to get them both to fit. "I'm starved. We can try yer world famous onigiri tomorrow after ya get some rest."

You reach to open the car door, flinching back as the door raises upwards. "Jesus, you really make the most of your money here. Tobio's was just some old car. What's the point of it going up rather than outwards?" You slide in beside him, grabbing at the door and pulling it down.

He settles into his seat and lets out a soft chuckle. "Uh, it looks cool? Plus, ya can't hit any other cars with them." He pulls out of the spot and starts driving seemingly fast.

"You might catch some low-flying planes."

Atsumu shakes his head. "Oi, watch what ya say about my baby here. Be gentle."

"Are you being gentle with her, you took that corner at sixty." You have one hand rest on the door, staring at Atsumu with doubt in your eye. "Miya, are you trying to kill me? Was that the plan all along?"

Smiling and shaking his head, he glances over at you and slows the car down. "Ah, sorry. I forget to slow down with others in the car. I’m not usually the chauffeur.”

Nodding your head, you admire the streets you pass much more intently now that you’re going at a more reasonable speed. “So you drew the short straw this time around?” you tease, Atsumu not catching your smile.

“Nah, I didn’t. I offered.”

“Wow, you offered. I’m flattered.”

He chuckles. “Ah, well, mostly because the others need their practice more than me. I’m better than them.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really cocky?”

His grin grows wider as he slows and pulls into a parking lot, carefully reversing into a private spot. “Everyone, darlin’. Come on, let’s get you unpacked.”

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summary. after your best friend reveals he’s moving out of your shared flat, you’re presented with a tough choice: let one of the creeps who are begging you to let them move in with you, or find a cheaper flat in another area of town. a do-over couldn’t have come at a better time for you, but your only option for a place to stay is with someone your best friend knew from high school, and his two teammates.

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💘Could I request itachi with prompt 122. “Don’t be scared. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at them.”?💘

I'll probably announce a date of when I will open my requests again within the next two weeks. I only have 72 left after all which is actually not that much in comparison to what I had before.

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Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, abduction, death

Prompt 122

The flames of the campfire licking away at the wood was a captivating sight, your eyes drawn to its brightness. All the chatter and cackling around you slowly turned into white noise as the bright colours of the fire brought your mind to another time. A time where everything in your life had been boring, normal and fine.

When an object was thrown against your head, you were forced to leave your head and return back to the present, surrounded by bounty hunters who had been forcing you to tag along with them for nearly 2 weeks now. Well, Itachi was after all on one of his long missions so you didn't expect any help from him. You didn't even know when he would return.

"Eat up. That's all you're going to get for tonight." One of them told you rudely. You threw him a dirty sideglance as soon as he had turned his back to you, chatting with a few of his pals as you picked up the small package made out of green leaves. A few onigiri were inside, the impact due to the guy having thrown them against your head had caused some of the rice to fall apart. It was a sad meal as you stared at the meager rice balls who had already partially lost their shape. You knew better than to reject the food though because not only would that mean that they might starve you purposely for a bit but you also weren't keen on receiving another hit against your face from one of those idiots. Your cheek still stung slightly even days after you had been knocked down simply by irritating one of the members of this group a bit.

Ultimately they wouldn't kill you though. For now at least. After all people wanted you alive as bait to lure out the famous Itachi Uchiha. Since when had your value only been dragged down to Itachi Uchiha? When had you stopped being your own individual and instead were only famous as his 'lover'?

You munched away on the onigiri, ignoring the glances you received from the women and men around you and the way they snickered tauntingly. They only cared for the money after all. Whatever would happen to you was none of their concerns as long as they received their price for collecting you.

If you remembered right, you'd arrive in a day or two your destination. Then you'd be handed over like a useful tool and would be kept until you'd lose your value, which was obviously only Itachi Uchiha. You could technically be liberated after that because you had only been an innocent citizen before you'd been kidnapped by a famous criminal but you were smarter than to hope for such a thing. You'd probably be either killed in the near future or you'd be kept for another purpose. In either case, you would never be able to go back to your own life.

Well, that was what you had expected and prepared for anyways when you had decided to be abducted once again by those people of your own free will. You had just been tired of being stuck in the small cottage, tired of being forced to wait for weeks until Itachi would return from his missions the Akatsuki had assigned to him and tired of your helplessness to do nothing else. The walls of the cottage had turned suffocating and a heaviness had settled somewhere inside your chest that no warm but ultimately shallow words of apologies and comfort could have erased. You had felt like you were slowly forgetting what you were like until only a shell of you would remain. That's why you had decided to follow those bounty hunters without any resistance when they had found you as you had wandered aimlessly around the woods despite Itachi's urgent warnings to never leave the area.

Had you tried to escape? You didn't know anymore. You just remembered that you had desperately wished to be anywhere else but in this cozy cage which was slowly sucking your soul out of you.

"Time to go to bed for you."

A woman told you as she walked over to you when noticing that you had finished your food, dropping the sleeping back, a pillow and blanket in your hands before walking away again. You let out a sigh as you stood up from your place and started throwing away small rocks or any other objects that might end up poking you annoyingly as soon as you'd lay down. You spread out the sleeping back, felt everyone's eyes watching you as you crawled inside the sleeping back, throwing the blanket you had been given so kindly over your body before flopping your head down the pillow. It smelled terribly after dirt and sweat but you didn't have anything better to use.

One of them walked towards you and to your dismay he stopped when he stood right above you. You just stared at the dark edges of the forest that the light of the fire couldn't reach.

"Your prince didn't show up so far, did he?" He asked you and even if you didn't look him into his face, you could almost picture his disgusting grin on his face. You remained qiet but unfortunately he didn't move, gauging you for any reaction. Was he expecting you to be sad about the fact that Itachi hadn't come so far or what?

"That's lucky for you then, isn't it? If Itachi would have found me by now all of you wouldn't be alive right now." You replied bluntly as you stared straight ahead. Only one or two days more...

"Huh? Would you like to repeat that again?"

You had offended him, angered him with what you saw as the only truth. You could see from the corner of your eyes how he bent down a bit, although you still didn't bother to look at him.

"You're only acting so tough and cool because we're so close to the destination. However, all of you were so tense and rigid in the beginning because you were terrified that Itachi might appear at any second from somewhere. We all know that you wouldn't stand a chance against Itachi even if all of you would fight him at once."

You repeated yourself once again, your voice dismissive and unimpressed by his pathetic attempts to intimidate you. He didn't say anything after that, although you could still feel his eyes glaring down at your body. He didn't utter a single word when he suddenly stepped on you, the heel of his foot pushing heavily down on your shoulders as he put his entire weight down on you. He reeked of sweat and dirt but you kept that for yourself as you clenched your jaw, swallowing down any whimper or other sound that would reveal your pain to his arrogant ass.

Eventually he stepped down from you and for a short moment you thought that he'd let it be only to receive a kick against your ribs in the next moment. You forced the groan of pain down as you bit down on your bottom lip, forcing your eyes to just contiue to stare straight ahead to show him how little you respected him and took him seriously.

He let out a scoff when you didn't budge in any meaningful way before deciding that you were not worth it as he walked away and joined his buddies again. God, you couldn't stand those people or their cocky facade as if all of them thought that they were something special for capturing you when you had really just given them an easy time by allowing them to help you to get away from that dull life you had been forced to live for almost 2 years now. Your current situation was frustrating, angering and downright annoying due to all those dumb people but you preferred it over the nothingness Itachi had forced you into.

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When you woke up, the blinding darkness around you roused you from your sleepy mind. Why was the campfire out? They had never put it out since two of them were always playing guards for the night to ensure that no one would attack them. They had absolutely no confidence to fight in the dark as all they were capable of were a few meek ninjutsu and some mediocre taijutsu and weapon skills.

It's not like they were bad with what they were doing but in comparison to Itachi they just seemed so clumsy and ungraceful. You sat slowly up, your ears trying to pick up any sound as your hearing was the only thing you could rely on right now as you could barely see anything. The lack of noises was the next thing you noticed with growing worries. You couldn't hear any snoring nor any breathing from around you. There was only the same sad silence you had grown to hate, telling you that there was nothing and no one around you. The same silence that had always reminded you that you couldn't choose anything besides withering slowly away.

You couldn't sense nor see him but you knew that he was there. You gave out a pitiful chuckle, hugging your knees as you rested your chin on them.

"How long do you plan to conceal yourself from me, Itachi?"

You would never know how long he had been there already or how long everyone around you had been dead already, you only knew that you suddenly felt his hands resting on your shoulders. Had he been standing behind you the entire time?

A shudder went through your body as you could almost feel coldness creeping up your spine. The air around you became heavier all of a sudden, his presence behind you omnious and powerful. He was nothing like all those murdered people could have stood a chance against and they had clearly paid that with their own lives. There would have been no way for them to get out of this alive, they had been doomed to die from the start. Meeting you had been their demise.

Itachi removed his hands instantly when he noticed the spike of fear inside of you. Your back tingled as you sensed how he tried to suppress all the murderous pressure he had failed to properly contain. It ebbed away slowly as he carefully regained his composure until his presence felt familiar to you again and only a heavy knot inside your chest reminded you that you couldn't trust him.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with them.”

Hearing his deep voice made your heart feel heavy once again. You had grown far too familiar with it as it had been the only human sound that had surrounded you for too long until you had almost forgotten how anyone else could have sounded, his voice the only thing echoing around inside your mind.

What did he mean by saying that he wasn't angry with you? Did he know? You wouldn't have been surprised if he would have. It was creepy how well he knew you yet you couldn't still grasp entirely how he functioned and worked.

"You're going to take me back to that soulless place again?"

It sounded less like an actual question and more like an observation you knew would be true anyways.

"We can't go back there. Since the cottage was found by them, there's no guarantee that others won't be able to do the same. It isn't safe there anymore. I'll find another place for us. If you want to take anything from there with you though, I will-"

"Spare me that pretentious guilty tone of yours, will you?" You asked him with an agitated hiss before you forced yourself to calm down, although the guilt dwelling in his voice scratched terribly at your pride and heart.

You stood slowly up, kicking your legs out of the sleeping back before you rose from your position on the ground. Your eyes aimlessly searched around yet the moonlight shining through the trees barely allowed you to see anything. Only Itachi's figure was faintly visible for you and it was the one thing you really didn't want to see.

"I can't see anything. Is it possible for you to light the campfire again?"

"I can't do that. I...I don't want you to see your surroundings."

You clenched your hands into fists when you heard that meek and quieter tone of his again, apologetic and gentle as if you were a baby deer in the woods he didn't want to scare away. You knew that he wanted to spare you the sight of dead bodies he had killed all by himself but this apparent consideration for your own feelings was exactly what you hated so much about him. His guilt angered you, insulted you more than if he would have just been like those bounty hunters. Dealing with an arrogant jerk was far easier than with a man who felt guilty for his own actions and showed you kindess despite being a criminal, mass murderer and your abductor all in one. Because those feelings didn't allow you to read him properly and frightened you silently of the darker side that slumbered underneath that kind facade.

"Nevermind then." You sighed as you carefully tried to feel your way through the darkness with your feet. You didn't appreciate when Itachi instead grabbed your hand carefully and led the way so you wouldn't bump against any bodies on your path.

You could feel his hand clenching ever so slightly around yours. Not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you notice. You wondered if he was silently pondering over something in his head and a bad feeling made itself noticable somewhere in the pit of your stomach. You didn't want to hear him saying those empty words again that would change nothing besides maybe relieving his consciousness a bit by reminding himself that he wasn't as low as he thought he was.

"(y/n)..."

You didn't reply in hopes of him noticing your silent prayers and sparing you from his words. Because by doing so he would have done something far more selfless than acting all nice and considerate whilst still keeping you within a cage he had set up all pretty and nice-looking for you.

"I'm sorry."

You felt your heart drop when he spoke his apology in such a hushed tone. Those were merely words that held no meaning behind them anymore. They were devoid and empty as you had heard them far too many times already and every apology made you feel like getting slowly closer to a breakdown.

[onepiece-asl-lover]

Idk if your requests are open if not respond to the Privately but So idk if you actually feel comfortable writing for Luffy I am looki for one piece x reader writers who have the requests open and came across you anyway I request takes place after the time skip where reading I ask Luffy if next year they can celebrate Ace with Luffy aka next year on the day of his death instead of feeling sad they want me make sure Luffy is happy so they will spend the entire day doing things would love like eating us favorite foods and doing things he would love

I'm totally fine writing this! I'll try the best of my abilities to write what you requested. If you dont like it I can make another. Also I'll make it a Luffyxreader thing

First ever ask!!!!

"Changing a tragic into comfort" Luffy x Fm!reader

You knew this day exact day your lover Luffy brother died. It had traumatized him so much that on the next year he sat in his room and barely ate, concerning you and the straw hats.

This year was the day that Ace died and when you woke up to hopefully to find Luffy next to you, you find him at your desk his hat covering his face and when you realized it he was asleep as you brought a blanket and tucked him gently.

Your head was clouded as you went onto deck watching over the railing the ocean. How couldn't you helped your lover the time he needed it the most. Were you just a bad lover and spouse.

You didn't keep track of time that Sanji called for dinner and Nami had to call you over. You could tell everyone was quiet today aswell. The death of the Fire Fist Ace and the traumatic Luffy had effect them as you guys all ate silently.

You step slowly as an idea clicked into your mind. Why don't you guys make him a small party a supporting comfort party with his favourite food items. It was the best idea you ever thought of till now as you spoke up from the quiet dinner hall.

"Please excuse me but I have an idea on how we can help Luffy." You said as you wiped your hands with a towel.

"Help Luffy?" Chopper asked as his little hands ate a loli Robin gave him.

"How can we help Luffy, we can't just being Ace back" Zoro said as he kept eating he wasn't wrong so Nami didn't hit him.

"I've heard of these things for people who have went through a traumatic event and losing sombody, it's called a..-" you tried to remember the title of this party.

"An offer party, where people who have gone through grieving often remember that it is the person who offered reassuring hope, the certainty that things will get better, who helped them make the gradual passage from pain to a renewed sense of life." Robin offered as you nooded.

Everyone seemed to listen up as you continued talking of a party and probably it might be f everyone in the crew. You know everyone in the crew as lost a loved one from a trainer to a father figure ect.

"I hope we could make a kind of party self care I believe where we get our favorite food, items, games, drinks ect and get comfort from each other."

"..." it was silent in the room it made you sweat thinking of their opinion and thoughts about this party thing.

"Y/n your idea is....SUUUUUUUPERRR" Franky says as he does his iconic pose."also can we have cola and bugers there too" he adds as you all laugh.

"And cottoncandy!" Chopper says as he jumps off Robin laps.

"The great captain Usopp declares he will want a grilled fish!"

"Yohohohoho! I would be delightful to have some curry aswell too!"

"I can pick Mikans from my garden!"

"I would enjoy sandwhiches"

"Onigiris"

"Mozuku seaweed"

"Guess I should get onto cooking then if I'll have to make all this food" Sanji chuckles a he goes to start cooking.

The dining room was as loud as it usually was which is more comforting then that dead silence a few minutes ago.

Nami ordered around for decorations. Zoro messed up. Usopp getting some of his fairytails books. Brook being out his guitar and getting it ready to place with. Franky using his robot skills and Jinbei helping Nami with decor. Chopper grabs some small royes he holds in his bag to show. Robin using her devil fruit to help around.

You smiled as you saw everyone getting ready as it remind you, you had to get Luffy as you trolled into his room.

"Luffy?" You said as you peeked your head through the door.

You see him staring at the window as you went next to him.

"Everything's alright?" You asked as you rubbed his head.

"..."

You sighed as you kept looking at him and brushing away fallen tears of his and plopped his strawhat back on.

"You know Ace wouldn't want you crying over him, he called you a crybaby when we were younger remember? He wound want you to accomplish your dreams to be the pirate king not let an incident stop you" you say as you rubbed his head.

You hear him sniffle as he wobbly answers.

"You’re ri-right I should keep going no m-mattered what. Fo-far Ace"

"Yes, yes for Ace" you said as you slowly hugged him.

".....now how about we head outside? I think everyone wants you back as a captain? A crew can’t be a crew without a captain."

"Okay." Luffy said as he stood up as you stood up aswell grabbing a handkerchief wiping his tears as you lead him outside.

When you lead him outside onto the deck you could see his face light up at the celebrations with tables of food decor and the crew "helping" eachother.

"Luffy!" Chopper squeaked as he ran towards Luffy.

"Hey your back!" Usopp ran towards Luffy as well.

More and more people in the crew went to Luffy talking to him, showing him items they hold dear or giving him food

You could see him smile wide as he went around talking with his crew.

Usopp had a crafting stand and some childhood fairytale books

Choper has some little toys that Robin joined playing with him.

Sanji showed some childhood snacks he would make for his mother.

Nami opened her garden to anyone who could pluck a tangerine which was rare.

Franky shad a show to show off his robot abilities and skill.

Brook played songs for the crew.

Jinbei played around like a father being dragged to every station.

Robin teached some of an old language she used to know.

Zoro slept.

And Luffy laughed as he sprung around and also ate half the food.

You let out a breath as you saw Luffy happy again and enjoying the time with the crew.Everyone seemed so happy and joyous even when something tragic happened that turned into something joyus, and comforting.

Luffy wrapped his rubber arms around you thanking you for helping him and also letting him have party that is for everyone on the crew.

You loved this crew so much you would shake the world for them to be happy.

You couldn't hope for a better crew than this.

Shoutout to petalpetal for being my first ask I hope I did this the way you wanted this I really enjoyed writing this very much!

[addicsvt]

Who are you, really?

" また桜が咲くまで待ちます。"

pairing - stranger sunghoon x stranger reader genre - minimal fluff + slight angst word count - 543 warnings - none atm synopsis - "why do you stay in my mind?" a/n - saw these pics on my pinterest and i had to do somethin, first time writing enha!!! also new layout??? how r we feeling

[ 見知らぬ人 ] ⤷ a stranger "good things happen when the cherry blossoms fall"

sunghoon wakes up, as he always does. the sky paints its usual blue shade, the streets are crowded with people, and the cherry blossoms have bloomed. he opens his window, careful to not swing it too hard. he sticks his palm out hoping to catch the flowers, he looks outside only to be met with your eyes from below. 

the eye contact doesn't last long, a millisecond at most. but sunghoon feels different, his sleepy state now replaced with an energetic one. he has to forget about this, about you, about whatever that encounter was.

he washes up a bit quicker than usual, grabbing the onigiri that rested on the table. tuna-mayo. he leaves the house making sure to lock the door before he heads on his usual train. his phone makes a buzzing notification as he takes it out of his pocket looking at it absentmindedly. 

"yaa! sunghoon-kun, takashi san is rambling my ear off about your late attendance again, i'm covering for you this time. your lucky im your friend." he reads, eyes tracing the paragraph. geez, he shouldn't have to come to school if only, he knew that his friend covered for him sooner.

"mk, see u at the new cafe? I'll treat you to pancakes" he responds, placing his phone back in his pocket as he arrives on the campus. he rubs his temples deciding to reside in his favorite library instead. 

he sets his bag on the chair beside him, walking to the shelves trying to find the latest chapter of a manga he has been reading. and soon enough his eyes take note of the manga, the last copy, he reaches a hand out to grab it before he feels another force tugging it. 

"oh," was all that could leave his mouth as his grip loosened on the book meeting your eyes. 

"were you getting this?" you muttered feeling exposed under his gaze, feeling as if you committed a crime.

"uhm yeah, I've been reading this, you can take it though, ill find it somewhere else." he blabbers before realizing how stupid he is, this is the only library that has this copy. and he's giving it to some random stranger. 

"but this is the only store that has it, at least in Osaka?" you point out making him look even stupider, sunghoon feels his cheeks on fire. 

"ah, erm, I-" he mumbles trying to collect himself but it's a useless attempt. he has never felt this weak, this embarrassed before. he considers himself cool, collected, and peaceful even. but he probably has to reconsider that. 

Why did you have to look like that?? if you never stared at him like that he would've never messed up. he murmurs some excuse as he grabs his backpack leaving the library, his second home. how could he let a stranger take over his life? 

that night, he doesn't sleep at all. he's twisting and turning, he knows he has seen you before. think, think, think. he tries to remember, getting frustrated with himself. he decides to forget about this day, whatever this was. but he can't forget, a part of you still lingers in his mind. but he's too afraid to admit that, afterall he's always been a coward.

ADDICSVT 2024

[mewkwota]

Goo'morning I got a tag from @emeraldthelynx, thankyu very much!

I wasn't sure if it was necessary to add-on to the previous thread but to avoid mobile users from being overwhelmed by an oncoming Text Train I'll make mine a separate post.

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Favorite Color: Cake Yellow. I find the bread parts of a cake to be the very appealing.

Last Song: I just came across this song, it's "Toki no Kakera" from Dream C Club. The instrumental immediately caught my ears, so now it's going into my "things I listen to while I drive playlist". :D

Currently Reading: I haven't been reading much. ( . _.);

Currently Watching: Vinesauce is constantly infused into my veins. I also like to watch the occasional spooky thing like NightMind I guess.

Currently Craving: Onigiri. It's a long story. On my last day in Japan I wanted to take one last stop at a konbini, but we were rushed to our departure (even though it turns out we were very early). But our gate was so far from the shops I didn't bother to run back. So I've been having many different dreams where I'm suddenly back in Japan and am this close to a konbini and then I wake up before I realize it, but to this day I've never been able to buy one even in my sleep.

They may not be the most fancy things, but I really liked how they tasted and my homemade ones don't entirely fill that hole. ( ; v; )

Coffee or Tea: Tea I guess? I like milk teas more, since most teas I've had on their own give me headaches. I know some can have bits of caffeine which I don't really need, so I wonder if that is the root of it. Otherwise, I love the smell of coffee but not so much their taste.

A Hobby I'd Like To Try: Probably animating. I've dabbled in it a couple times before, but it was never anything super crazy. Still, I liked seeing the results come together and I'm sure I'll slowly improve on it as I try more things (albeit very-very-slowly, and that's okay). :)

An AU You've Been Plotting: Whatever I have established in my general fanworks can be considered AUs as they are-- I mean, I crush canon/timelines together so particular families can interact closely... I don't have any huge AUs cooking in my brain anymore-- my last one was set aside indefinitely ages ago and no you get no remnants as to what it is other than the continued existence of One Character.

Other than that, everything I work with is set with crossing over of multiple series by default too. I just think that's a really cool thing, whether it's done for humor or not. If I needed to give an example there is that Animal Crossing one with Juste, I can think of things that aren't just "the sillies" with it too, but I'll get to it when I can. It also revolves around the idea of "that man needs to learn to rest".

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So those are the answers to my simple-something self, I never really have much to say anymore. But! I can still tag people hoo-hah-- @indygotcha, @the-crow-binary, @sapphirestarz11, @rosiemissfandomchaos, @rubyrosevalentine

And of course you are never obligated to do the tag if you don't want to. You could also see this is a passing hello. So hello! ( ' v')b

[sirhamburrger]

𝐢𝐯: 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.)

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.): 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 (𝐧.) [𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

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akaashi slides the manuscript back over to you, pointing at the neatly underlined part. “this part - you need to explain this a little more. you might have context, but the readers probably don't.”

“hmm.” you muse over his suggestion, then pick your pen up to make a few quick edits. “thanks, ‘kaashi.” you look up from the document, the tip of your pen pressed to your bottom lip. “what did you think about this part, then?”

he looks down at where you're pointing, and his dark messy locks fall into his eyes. as he runs a slender hand through his hair, you can't help but admire his side profile. a slight blush creeps over your cheeks when you realise what you're doing.

things between the two of you have been changing lately. somehow or other, your chair is now on his side of the table when you come into the office, with a mug of freshly-brewed tea ready for you. so it's easier to discuss edits, you distinctly remember akaashi saying. no sense in sitting across from me when we're working on this together.

and honestly? you think you might just like it. but he is your coworker, first and foremost, and you need to keep things professional. 

no harm in teasing him a little every now and then, though.

“it's good,” he says appreciatively, eyes still locked to the page. “you've not only developed your deuteragonist's perspective, but that of other characters as well. it adds a lot of depth.”

“what can i say?” you turn in your seat to face him, purposefully crossing one leg over the other. the fabric of your short skirt shifts in your lap as you do so, riding up on your thighs. “you do give the best advice.”

you see akaashi’s eyes dart downwards quickly as he lifts his head, then flick back up to you. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. 

“don't mention it,” he says thickly.

oh. 

just then you hear his stomach grumble, and you decide to take a leap of faith. 

“i was thinking we could have lunch together today, my treat,” you offer. “you've been working your ass off lately. you don't even go on your lunch breaks some days, don't think i haven't noticed.”

he waves a hand in front of his face, embarrassed. “thank you, but there's no need. i wouldn't want to inconvenience you-”

“let me,” you insist. “just so you know, i won't stop until you give in, okay?”

akaashi huffs and rolls his eyes, a small smile creeping over his face. “fine,” he relents in mock helplessness, though you hear the gratitude in his voice. “i'll bring you to my favorite spot.”

it's only when the two of you have taken your first steps outside the office building, and you feel the cold winter breeze nipping at the skin of your palms, that you realise you've left your gloves in akaashi's office. “damn,” you mutter, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

you feel his eyes on you just then, and look over to see him pulling his own gloves off his slender hands. wordlessly, he presses them into your palm. his hand is warm and slightly rough where your bare skin brushes against his, and you gape up at him. he's blushing madly, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but right at you.

“thank you.” the words come out a tentative whisper from between your lips. your hand feels like it's on fire where he touched you, and you quickly pull on the gloves. they're much too big on you - his hands really are big, huh - but so, so warm.

you make the rest of the walk in relative silence and stop right outside this cozy-looking onigiri place, where the man behind the counter works impossibly fast to prepare customers’ orders. akaashi waves at him, then excuses himself to go to the bathroom, asking you to join the queue first. 

the line is getting shorter by the minute, and you suddenly realize with horror that akaashi hasn't even told you his order. as the old lady in front of you picks up her takeaway bag and walks away on slightly shaky legs, the man at the counter flashes you a dimpled smile, beckoning you forward. he looks strangely familiar.

“welcome ta onigiri miya, what can i get for ya t’day?”

“i've never been here before,” you find yourself admitting to the dark-haired young man, whose name tag displays the kanji for ‘miya osamu’. he must own this place, then. “what would you recommend?”

he leans forward against the counter, adjusting his cap where it sits on his head. “you should get the tuna mayo and the salmon mentaiko. they're popular among my customers.”

you smile. “sure, i’ll get that.” 

“i'll hook ya up with keiji's usual, too,” the owner calls out as he turns to the ingredients on the counter behind him. “ya his new girlfriend or what?”

“uh…” blood rushes to your cheeks at what he's saying. “no, i work with him. he's my editor.”

osamu shoots you a sideways smile. “sorry, m'bad,” he says. “you look good together, though, so i just assumed.”

you think your heart might've just stopped beating.

akaashi seems to appear right by your side, saying a cheery hello to osamu. you tense up slightly as his elbow knocks against yours, your mind empty of all thoughts as your face tingles, and it's not from the biting cold of the wind. osamu fixes you with a knowing, devious look, and you squirm. 

“here ya go, wait a minute and i'll be right out t’join ya.” he sets a tray of food on the counter, which akaashi brings over to one of the tables out on the sidewalk. you trail along behind him. 

“how do you know him?” you ask the editor.

“he's atsumu miya’s twin brother,” he responds as the two of you watch the man in question walk towards you, carrying a tray of his own. “played each other a few times in high school.”

osamu sits down with you, and you find yourself watching on as akaashi says a quiet ‘itadakimasu’ and digs in, seeming satisfied. “go on, take a bite,” osamu prompts, observing you intently.

rather tentatively, you unwrap the packaging on the rice ball and take a bite. immediately, you're greeted with a myriad of flavours. the tuna with the creaminess of the mayo, plus the crunch of fresh green onions is heaven on your tongue.

you swallow, a smile on your face. “it's really good,” you tell him.

osamu beams. “ya should bring yer friend here more often, keiji-kun. i'll even give you a special couples’ discount-” “thank you for your kind offer,” akaashi cuts him off, and you don't know how to feel about that.

“got another offer for ya, i’ve got two tickets to the ejp vs. falcons game on saturday morning.”

akaashi’s ears seem to perk up immediately. “really?”

osamu smiles the same devious smile as before. “yeah, but i don't think i can go, i can't seem to clear my calendar.” 

your editor narrows his eyes in suspicion. “how much do you want for them?”

“bring yer cute friend here along and you get them completely free of charge.” his kansai drawl practically drips with teasing playfulness.

sighing heavily, akaashi turns to you. “well,” he says more to himself than to you, looking down into his lap. “this looks bad now, doesn't it?”

your face burns. “it's fine, i get it-”

“i… i'd still like to take you, though. i really would.” he meets your eyes almost bashfully, and you're surprised to see your usually stoic editor blushing like a timid middle-schooler. “will you go to the game with me?”

“y-yeah, that… that sounds great,” you stammer. “i'll meet you there, i guess.” 

you have a date now, it seems; this isn’t quite the landing you were expecting from that leap of faith.

but you'll take it.

author's notes:

realised i don't have to care how long chapters are if it has to be 1.3k i won't force it to be 1.2k

i need to rush back over to molto vivace now (i might have set up the next chapter to come out on tsukki's birthday on the 27th)

technically the definition of apricity doesn't really match up with the events of the chapter but! akaashi’s kind of like the winter sun warming yn up (can you tell i just pulled that out of my ass)

i jump at any chance i get to put suna in a story frfr IM SO PUMPED FOR THE MATCH!!

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It's been a week and you still haven't messaged Ushijima. What would you say anyway; 'sorry for ditching you. That was your son btw<3'. Deciding not to worry about that you moved on with your day.

Today you were getting ready to go meet Sakusa at a small restaurant that just opened in Tokyo. It had Miya in the name. Not a good sign. But he swore it was good, and it was the man's first branch of the restaurant. What you didn't realize though was that Sakusa lived in Osaka and took a 3 hour bullet train to meet you just for lunch. He definitely thinks this is a date…You weren't looking for a relationship right now. You were content with your life. Just you and Isa… and maybe a cat in the near future. You left the apartment and began walking the busy streets to Onigiri Miya.

Walking into the restaurant you immediately scolded him for not telling you till after he was already on the train about how far he lived. He laughed and said, "did you think Tokyo had two volleyball teams," his smirk seemed a bit condescending, but when you looked away embarrassed he returned to his resting face. "Okay but seriously I'm here to see my cousin. He's here for a bit so I thought I'd visit him," His usual cold demeanor had a lighter tone to it when talking about his cousin. Cute.

Once the two of you sat down you finally took in the restaurant. It was very cozy and it seems that Sakusa took the only Kotatsu (heated table) in the restaurant. There were cute red and black cushions the two of you sat on and it seemed like there were no real chair spots in the restaurant. It was cozy like the countryside you were used to. It reminds you of home. Reminds you of sitting in Waka's lap after practice to get some hayashi rice- stop thinking about him. You gently hit your head again and Sakusa scrunched his eyebrows looking at you. 

"Sorry, habit," you said. Smiling lightly at the man. He was much more handsome when there weren't tears in your eyes. He was pale, and his hair looked quite soft. Much different from Ushijima. Ushijima was always tanned from being outside, either playing volleyball or gardening. He always looked so handsome in the summer when his tan would finally set. He'd really be glowing, but his hair was always cut short so it wasn't that soft. He also washed it everyday because of sweat, ew.

"Do you like Onigiri?" Sakusa asked.

"huh," you said. What's with you daydreaming more about Ushijima, he doesn't mean anything to you anymore. 

"I asked if you liked Onigiri," Sakusa said. He leaned a bit closer to you and he had the cutest pout on his face. Yeah you could get used to this.

Leaning in a bit more you finally responded, "of course I do. It's Isamu's favorite food. I'll have to take him here someday," you said looking around the mostly wooden interior. 

"has he lived in Tokyo his whole life?" Sakusa's eyebrow lifted up at that question pushing his two perfect moles together. 

"Yeah, never gone back to Miyagi, but we like it here," You said, but Sakusa could tell it was like you were trying to convince yourself of the fact. There was something about the way you said it that screamed 'I wish I never had to leave home'. 

He looked your face up and down seeing that you got lost in your thoughts again. He turned over to see Osamu making his way over to their table. Perfect timing. You looked up to see an Atsumu look alike. Oh right, their twins. Osamu looks much different. He probably changed the most out of anyone. His arms looked softer in his fitted black shirt, but it was obvious he still was strong. He had a bit of a belly now, but you're glad to see he was eating well. "Is there anything I can get started for ya?" The now black haired Miya asked you. 

"I'll take the chef's special," you said.

"good choice because i'm the chef!" You couldn't deny that the Miya twins still had their cute charms. He seems to be genuinely enjoying his job. You remember he always looked depressed during games, and now there was a huge smile gracing his face. "What about ya omi?" 

"My usual please," Sakusa said, like he couldn't believe Osamu was even asking him. He must have visited the one in Osaka a lot for him to already know his order. With that Osamu left and returned to the kitchen. You took the time to admire how straightforward Sakusa was, yet he still had manners. Like a better Wakatoshi. You really need to stop comparing everyone to him. Sighing you snuggling into the Kotatsu, and turn towards Sakusa. "What are you thinking about," Sakusa asked. 

"nothing-"

" Ushijima? I saw your son talking to him at the game. Don't worry, I think he's to stupid to realize that's his son," Sakusa said, as if he was reading your mind. Nevermind, you don't like the straightforwardness. He had no reason to be in your business right now. 

"hey don't talk about him like that," you responded genuinely angry, "but yeah I am. How do you know Isamu is his kid anyway," You asked, as much as you don't want Sakusa in your business you were curious. 

"well, i'm not dumb like everyone else," he started but immediately switched up after seeing you agitated face, "after you left Ushijima asked everyone if they knew where you were, i stalked you for a bit, and one of your friend's posted Isa for his 1st birthday and i thought wow that kid's a mini Ushijima, and then I did the math and realized… that was a mini Ushijima. I never told him that I knew where you were," He said finishing his story, but it didn't seem like the whole truth. Trying to comprehend everything just said you couldn't help, but stay stuck on the 'he asked everyone if they knew where you were'. 

Trying to muster up the courage you asked, "he was looking for me," don't cry y/n now isn't the time. 

"Yeah, but I think he gave up pretty fast," at which Sakusa looked away from you for the first time and he shrugged his shoulders. A part of you found it hard to believe that Ushijima gave up so fast. When he had a goal he would see it though, but then the other half of you said that you could never trust him. You weren't his number one priority. Why would he try so hard? 

At this Osamu came out of the kitchen holding two large plates. Definitely more than you ordered. 

"Here ya go! Made some extra fer the little one," He quickly left after placing the plates down. 

Snapping your head quickly to Sakusa you immediately questioned him, " did you tell him I had a son?" You were pissed. Why would he do that? He's really getting on your last nerve, maybe he isn't as nice as you thought he was. 

" I didn't," he responded just as quickly, "maybe you should think about his idiotic brother that talked to your son at the game," You hate that he was right. He scoffed and continued, "not everyone is out to hurt you, y/n,". He was right. Not everyone is, but you have just been so on edge ever since leaving. The more time that passes the worse the consequences will get. You know, but it's too late now. Biting into you Onigiri you couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness. You could cry over the Onigiri. It was perfect. Osamu must be magic because there is no reason for it to be this good. "It's good, right?" He asked, smiling a bit with his mouth full of food. You couldn't help but nod enthusiastically. Way more than good. You cannot wait to bring Isa here. 

After the two of you enjoyed your meal you began to walk aimlessly down the street. There were so many shops and restaurants on this side of town. You wish you had more spending cash, so you and Isamu could go on more adventures like this. One's where you could get him more things that he wants, not just the necessities. You feel out of place. You can't afford any of this stuff. In your peripherals you could see Sakusa glancing at you every once in a while. He kept walking closer to you and his hand would brush yours. Eventually his right pinky hooked to the front of your left hand, but before he could move any further you heard someone yell your name.  You knew it could be from no other than a fiery redhead. Before you could turn around someone was launching themselves at you back and latched on. A deep voice followed soon after telling the redhead to get off of you.

"y/n!" he shouted again. Completely ignoring Sakusa like he was a fly he just needed to swat away. 

"Satori! omg your hair. Where did it go," He giggled at your reaction. 

Putting a hand to his buzzed hair he said "ita kinda fell off," a small smirk present on his face.

"I thought you said you buzzed it?" Ushijima asked, clearly not understanding the joke.

Sakusa pushed Satori a bit and said, "hey, i'm still here," Satori had made a face at his intrusion, and Sakusa continued when he saw Ushijima standing there. He bowed and said, "ushijima," his voice got deeper when he said his name. 

Ushijima did the same and the two six foot men glared at each other between you and Satori. "oh tennssionnn," Satori said, rolling his eyes and sucking in a breath between his teeth. Pushing Sakusa out of the way much harder than Sakusa did him he walked closer to you and explained how much he missed you. "Miracle boy and I spent years looking for you, why did you leave," Ushijima clearly hadn't told him the full story of your relationship.

"oh, Sakusa told me Ushijima gave up pretty quickly," Oh how wrong you were. You could tell by Ushijima scrunching his nose and the front of his eyebrows pointing down in anger. Satori too side eye'd Sakusa in anger. Grabbing your left shoulder, Satori lightly led you to start walking with him. "You know men, and all their lying, can't ever get a full story from them, huh. That's why I'm here. I knew there was a reason I needed to return from Paris," Satori said, looking off into the sky. Like he was much wiser than he actually was.

"you moved to Pari-" before you could finish, Satori shushed you and looked back up at the sky. 

" Ushijima and I trekked a long way, metaphorically of course, after you left Ushijima spent every waking day morning you. He'd sleep at your parents house, and at one point he got on his knees to beg them to tell him where you were," Satori continued his dramatic story. If you were alone you wouldn't be able to tell if he was serious or if it was for effects, but you can see Ushijima watching the ground embarrassed and Sakusa rolling his eyes waiting for any moment to jump in. "Eventually I forced him to continue practicing to get his mind off things, and if he ran into you. You guys were destined…Now we must go. I've said too much" He grabbed Ushijima's forearm and dragged him away waving aggressively at the two of you. Sakusa's hands were now in his pockets, and he looked ready to cuss out Satori at any moment. Looking back in front of you you pulled out your phone to check the time and see if you had any messages. Not mentally prepared to indulge in all the information you were just given.

"you kno-" Sakusa had started. 

"shit I need to pick up Isamu," You said, eyes widened at how little time you still have until his school ends. "bye Sakusa," you said while running the other direction.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

thoughts? ALSL TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY IM ON A ROLL (i actually wanna get to the fluff so badly)

[littleswordsman-au]

Can dracula or koshi cook? If yes, who's the better cook?

Both of them can cook, yeah!

Mihawk is definitely the better of the two, but that doesn't mean Koshiro is bad at all. They normally take turns making meals.

... I actually have some ideas about more specific details regarding their tastes and whatnot, so I'll put that under the cut

Again they're both decent at cooking overall, and Mihawk is a lot better in most cases, but there are a few things that Koshiro is actually a little better at himself!

I think Koshiro is better at preparing raw foods. Mihawk knows how to do some simple recipes with it, but Koshiro can get a lot more creative and complex. There's also a few soups he can make that Mihawk just can't really wrap his head around.

Outside of that, everyone has their preferred cook for some foods:

Perona will eat anything sweet, doesn't matter who or what it comes from, but she has a secret soft spot for Mihawk's cake baking skills

Zoro is similar but with rice. Doesn't matter what the dish is, he's gonna eat the damn rice... Though they have picked up on his tendency to finish Koshiro's onigiri quicker than anything else, scarfing it down like it's his last meal

Mihawk would never say it out loud, but he also won't deny your claim if you were to say his favorite breakfast food is the specific way Koshiro cooks his eggs sunny side up

Koshiro will swear up and down from the tops of the hills that he hasn't eaten anything better than Mihawk's omurice since his mother's own cooking (as a side note here, Koshiro likes pretty much anything Mihawk cooks)

And with favorites comes least favorites:

Perona already despises vegetables, but she'll eat them if she's hungry or promised dessert afterwards. Despite this, she flat-out refuses to eat brussel sprouts of any kind. ... And Mihawk's green beans. Something about the amount of salt he uses, but they think it might be more out of spite at this point after he cut back on it

Zoro will still eat carrots prepare by Koshiro, but it's no secret he doesn't like how sweet they are

Mihawk will leave mashed potatoes off of his plate no matter who makes them. It's more of a texture thing than a flavor thing

Koshiro isn't a very picky eater, but I think it'd be cute if he and Kuina shared a distaste for something.. probably overly sour foods

BONUS: Koshiro's sister, Kanae, can only really cook to keep herself alive. Tashiro (Mihawk's bestie) just straight-up cannot cook. The kids love going over to either of their houses cuz it means lots of junk food

[glostuffbear]

Twins -miya osamu x femreader

Idea just came to me. What if Miya Osamu or Miya Atsumu dated someone who had a twin (and didn't know they had a twin lol). One day the twins decide to prank/test them.

"Do you have siblings?"

"Yeah, a sister. But we don't live together anymore since our parents split. I don't see her often."

Fast forward five years later, me and Gin have graduated and moved out of our troublesome family situation. For the first time we've been able to just sit down and catch up with each other. There were tears, there were laughs, there were long stories of what we've been up to.

And then, the big question pops up.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stop drinking the smoothie I had ordered and freeze in my tracks. I look up at my identical twin. She has the same facial features at me. Same eye color, same long lashes, same face shape. We even have the same hair color and over the course of time neither one of us have changed its style since the time we split apart.

She is my identical twin, who I never told Osamu I have.

"Y-yeah."

She must have noticed my frown because she mirrors it and tilts her head.

"What's wrong?"

"I.... never told Osamu I had a twin. I told him I had a sister... But..."

"You never told him we were identical." She finishes. I nod my head.

"We can go to the Onigiri place he owns and introduce you properly. He's a twin himself actually so he'll probably get a kick out of it." I propose.

A sneaky smile spreads across Gin's face as she takes another sip of her own smoothie. It reminds me of all the evil schemes she used to cook up when we were little kids.

"You don't say. Another twin huh? I have an idea."

"Gin..."

"Hear me out...."

"What if we trade clothes and pay your boyfriend a visit? See if we can tell it's not you." She suggests.

"I don't know Gin. Osamu and his twin Atsumu have played the same trick on me over the phone and it doesn't feel great--"

"All the more reason to do it! Come on! Just this once for old times sake. Aren't you curious?" She presses.

In all honesty, I am.

We decide to go visit his shop. Beforehand we exchange clothes and she asks me some general questions to not tip him off.

"What do you call him, dotingly?"

"'Samu."

"What do you usually get?"

"I like the salmon onigiri."

"Where did you guys meet?"

"He was part of the volleyball team in school with his twin. I helped out."

"What's his twin's name?"

"Atsumu."

"Got it. Alright. I'm going in."

She pats down my clothes, which fit her perfectly because we're the same size and height. Even our shoe sizes match.

She smiles reassuringly at me and squeezes my hand before she crosses the street to where the Onigiri shop is.

"Don't worry, I'll stop before anything happens."

"Okay Gin. Good luck."

She crosses the street and enters the shop. I give it a minute before crossing the street as well and looking through one of the windows of the shop.

"Hey 'Samu."

The man turns around, carrying some freshly made tuna in his arms. He offers a warm smile back and takes on of his hands off the white bowl to wave.

"Hey. Take seat I'll be right there, Love."

She goes to the front booth and takes a seat crisscross on the stool. She takes out your phone (yes you two even went as far as to swap phones and passwords to get in). She smiles fondly down at the picture of the two of you.

During movie night one time, Osamu fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. You couldn't help take a picture of the two of you. It became your favorite couple photo. Honestly, you two are really cute together. Gin's happy that you have found someone that makes you happy.

"Hey. What are ya doin' here?"

Gin's head turns a little. Unbeknownst to her, a man that looks crazy similar to your boyfriend has taken seat next to her. Gin immediately deduces it to be the other twin. Confidently she puts up a friendly smile.

"Atsumu. I came to surprise 'Samu. I was around the area." She explains.

Atsumu hums and lifts up a mug he had brought with him. He takes a thoughtful sip and brings the mug down again. It goes unnoticed by Gin that Atsumu stares at her out of the corner of his eye suspiciously.

Osamu returns around the booth and wipes his hands off on a clean towel.

"Hey, Love. What brings ya here?" He asks.

"I came to see you. And to eat some salmon onigiri please." She hums, beaming at him.

"Ya ate salmon onigir yesterday." He chuckles.

"Yeah but I want more today."

"Okay. It's comin' right up. I thought that's what you'd order." He hums back.

"Thanks. You're the best 'Samu."

She reaches out and grabs one of his hands, warmly rubbing over his hand with her thumb. He looks down at their hands and then looks back at her face.

He doesn't say anything, but it's clear that he's thinking. He doesn't pull his hand away though.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" She asks playfully.

He blinks and frowns a little.

"Um.... are you..... feeling okay? Or did 'tsumu trick ya into somethin'?" He asks quizically.

"No."

She glances at Atsumu who has turned in his stool to really look at her. Apparently both sense that something fishy is going on. Not bad.

"No I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You're talkin' kinda funny. It's not like you. I don't know.... you just.... feel different today." 'Samu explains. He sounds confused but before he can interrogate her more, a bell in the kitchen dings for him.

Saved by the bell, Osamu goes off and gives her an opportunity to regroup herself.

"So, where is she?"

Gin's head turns slowly towards Atsumu. He's leaning in, elbow on the counter and head in his palm. He's smiling at her, like someone who finally understood a good job.

"Who?"Gin asks, already knowing what he means.

"You know. Your twin. Or should I say, our twin. The one we know." He explains.

Words catch in her throat, she doesn't know what else to say to keep the game going. Atsumu chuckles.

"Come on. Me and 'Samu's played this game before. I know when a twin is trying be their other twin when it happens. You two are tryin' to prank us right?" Atsumu presses.

Well the gig is up. Gin sighs in defeat and rests her hands on the counter.

"I just wanted to test her boyfriend. See if he's worthy of my sister. We haven't spoken in forever and as soon as we moved away from our parent's home, she reached out to me first. She's so kind. All this time she never forgot about me. I want to make sure she's not with some jerk." She explains.

"I get it. Ha. Knew I was right. She's always so meek and shy. She sits in the back because she doesn't wanna distract Osamu. You're too outgoing to be her." Atsumu notes.

"I'll play along with your game for now." He adds.

"Thanks."

"But I ain't letting ya get any farther than hand holding and hugs got it?"

"I wasn't going to go any farther anyways."

Osamu returns from the kitchen with the salmon onigir and presents it in front of Gin with a heart around it. She smiles down at plate and then up at Osamu.

"Thanks 'Samu."

"Sure." He nods. There is still that quizzical expression on his face. He raises an eyebrow at his twin brother, but he only shrugs back in return.

"What did ya do today?" Osamu asks conversationally.

"I went out with an old friend of mine. We haven't each other in a while."

"Oh, cool. Which friend?"

"You wouldn't know her."

He does a double take of her and averts his gaze to lemonade processor. He fills up a lemonade cup and brings it for her.

"Did ya remember to pick up the groceries asked you to get fa' me this morning?" He asks.

Uh-oh. Something about that question sounds like a test. She glances at Atsumu who gives a subtle shake of his head.

"I.... think I forgot. I don't remember you telling me. I had plans already in my head this morning so it must have slipped my mind." She replies. He hums and turns away, busying himself with pulling the new mobile orders on his computer.

"Then, what was my volleyball number in high school?"

She blinks at him.

"Sorry?"

He repeats himself once more and this time side eyes her suspiciously as he does. He was onto her. She glances at Atsumu who lowers his hands to hide them under the counter.

"Don't help her Atsumu." Osamu orders.

She glances back up at him and makes a sad puppy face, hoping for some mercy.

"I-I don't remember Osamu."

"Really?"

He turns back around to them and approaches Gin, eyes squarely on her face.

"You know the second you came in I've been havin' a weird feelin' ya. You don't act right and you can't remember what my jersey number was. You would know that." He accuses.

Gin holds back the urge to smirk.

"I'm just tired today 'Samu--"

"I've figured it out. You're not my girl are ya?"

Her silence is enough for him.

"I remember she told me once in high school that she had a sister. She just never told me her sister was a twin sister. Am I right?"

"About time you figured it out." Atsumu hums.

"Shut up. Were you in on this 'Tsumu?"

"No. I just figured it out a little before you." He teases, sticking his tongue out in victory. Osamu sighs and stares pleasingly at Gin.

"Where's my girl?"

She ends up calling her and admitting that they passed her test. Seconds later she walks through the doors with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry Osamu." She apologizes. Osamu meets her half way and hugs her. He can't pin point why, but all of a sudden he really misses her.

"It's fine. I'll consider pay back for when me and Atsumu did it." He accepts.

He kisses her forehead and takes another good look at her.

"You're not a triplet are ya?"

She laughs shakes her head.

"Yeah? What's my--"

You're jersey number is 11. It was a black and golden uniform. You were an awesome wing spiker. You like pudding--"

He interrupts her with a kiss to her lips and turns her face beet red.

"'Samu! We're in public!" She complains.

"Sorry. Just wanted to make sure." He smiles.

[fallensnowfan]

Academy chapter 47 part 1 is here!

The Whitebeard Pirates are mentioned/involved in this chapter, so I felt motivated to translate it. The title is Lost Dog.

Ace - What are you? A bear cub? "Bark?" It has to be a... dog? A… dog? Here, have this manju. Well, see ya. What a strange dog, I'd rather have a stag beetle.

Onigiri is suddenly on Ace's shoulder, Ace - How about his? He places him down and runs off.

Onigiri trips while chasing after Ace.

Ace - Don't look back. Shit!

Onigiri is about to be attacked, though Ace saves him

Ace - There there. It's my loss. Well it looks like someone's pet, so I'm relieved. You, you're a lost dog, so start acting a little more like one. Whatever! Let's go, uhh Norimaki! No, that's not it.

Smoker - Tashigi, how long does it take to get coffee!

Tashigi - Sorry! There are so many types of coffee beans to choose from!

Ace - Excuse me, are you busy? Do you recognize this dog? Don't know you, you were in my way.

Smoker - You!

Smoker - Hey wait!

Smoker and Ace run off.

Tashigi - I finally decided, I got chai when it was my turn to order. Huh?

Ace - woahh!

Ace - Earlier! That was quite the fancy way of greeting me.

Smoker - You're so carefree for someone who is the second captain of Whitebeard's group, Portgas D. Ace!

Ace - Hm? You were with Luffy. I'm certain you're Smokey.

Smoker - It's Smoker.

Ace - Ah, I'm indebted to you, Mr. Smoker.

Smoker - It's been two months since you joined that school, (after the battle against Doffy I think, or maybe Ace attacked it with his crew before joining. I'm unsure.) I'm infamous in middle school for being a demon teacher. More students have joined the Moby Dick school. I have to go there.

Ace - My brothers and I put in a lot of work to repair the school after that battle. It's a different school now, look forward to seeing it.

Smoker - Let's go. I'l remain a teacher as long as there are punk kids.

Ace - That's boring, let's have some fun.

Smoker - Before then, what about the dog? That dog belongs to Trafalgar Law. I can confirm the name's Onigiri.

Ace - Law's dog?

Flashback Luffy - Come on! Let me tell you about Traffy and his dog Onigiri! Sabo - Onigiri-chan is full of energy. Ace - Onigiri? End of flashback

Ace - That's who you are!

Smoker - I don't think he would leave his own dog. So what could have happened to him?

Ace - Hey, are you doubting me? I'm the one who picked up this lost dog earlier.

Smoker - One lost dog can cause a commotion for many people. If you understand the potential problems, leave the dog behind.

Ace - You're smoke but I'm fire! It's a contest of ability, let's settle it! Trust in me little dog! I'll deliver you to Law. No need to bother pops, right Onigiri?

Ace looks for Onigiri but there's just a cow that appeared hahahaha.

Mystery cow - mooooo

Ace - Onigiri transformed into a cow?!

Smoker - No, moron. It must have been scared by the fire just now, and fled somewhere safe to hide.

Ace - M-my flames?! Don't blame people's nature like that!

Smoker - Animals are naturally afraid of fire.

Ace - They probably hate smoke too! You and your smoke must have scared it off.

Smoker - You brat. Why don't you trust the rice ball dog to me? I will find the dog.

Ace - Smoker, wait. Will you assist me? To search for this dog?

Smoker - What?

Next chapter will release on the 18th/19th of July! I hope Marco and or Izo make an appearance.

[sunbeamah]

Thank you so much for this JJK fics recs. As a new JJK fan (yes, just started the anime and manga last year), I was confused of what fic to read, but when I found your post, I was so happy. One of my fav is that time-travel fic of Yuji and Choso with teens Gojo/Geto pairing.

https://www.tumblr.com/dnana-2809-blog/746189842162089984/any-recs-for-some-jjk-fics-something-preferably?source=share

Can I ask your fav JJK ships and JJK Brotp?

And maybe your top 5 (or top 7) fav ships (canon or non canon) from all media (manga/anime, tv series, books, cartoon, etc)? Do you have a certain criteria for a couple to be your otps?

Sorry if my ask is kinda long @sunbeamah .....

No problem!!! I'm so sorry for how long it took me to respond to this ask-- I thought about it a lot, made a list, and then got distracted looking into my old favourite medias TT -- this ask made me go back and relive my Fairy Tail days haha, so thank you very much!!!

And also, please don't apologise!!! I appreciate this ask so much-- and again I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply!!!!!

I'm also so glad you liked the list hehe, I loved that fic too!!!

JJK Ships:

Fushiita

Nobamaki

Chosoyuki

Satosugu

Inuita

JJK BrOTP: Nobara and Yuuji!

Non-JJK top 5:

Liutana (Mortal Kombat)

Zolu (One Piece)

Sasunaru (Naruto)

Kagehina (Haikyuu!!!)

Togachako/Ochatoga (My Hero Academia)

Viktuuri (Yuuri!!! On Ice)

Obamitsu (Demon Slayer)

Below the cut is explanations, with JJK manga panels, SO PLEASE BEWARE OF MANGA SPOILERS BELOW!!! (Specifically, the front page of chapter 205 of jjk manga, and a page from chapter 200 as well I'll lyk where it is below the cut!)

Ah and minor Haikyuu manga spoilers! Just down where it says Kagehina

Jjk chapter 205 is under the chosoyuki (number 3) point; chapter 200 is the second image under fushiita, both appear in the first list below.

JJK Ships!!

Fushiita

This probably isn't surprising at all, but I love Fushiita!!! Something about stoic guys melting and being affectionate with bright, kind, mischievous boyfriends just tickles me yk

2. Nobamaki

A strong upperclassman who watches her cheeky, abrasive underclassman with fondness and interest-- there's more to their relationship that I like of course, their connection as 'the girls' that draws them closer, Nobara's instant respect and softness in regards to Maki, and how protective she becomes of her at the exchange event. I like to think Maki is protective towards her in a different but no less meaningful way. Protectiveness is one of my favourite tropes-- ik it's cheesy but it is!!!

3. Chosoyuki

Now, these two man... These two... I just love how she's so confident and outspoken, and how she saw Choso and went 'yeah. That one.' -- I loved their little date, even if he cried ((LOVE a good pathetic man)), and how she made him think differently about himself and his situation.

4. Satosugu

The soulmatery of these 2... The homosexuality of these 2..... They're unmated. A real Sasunaru descendant.

5. InuIta

I wasn't that into them, to be honest, but my friends and I quote that 'Inumaki-senpai! Shake!' scene in s2 all of the time. Eventually, I started to think of them as kind of cute, and then I tried writing them and found Inumaki is a really fun character to write! I love his mischievousness and dedication to protecting his friends (relegated to a life of speaking solely in onigiri ingredients... nah that's probably one of the perks for him).

JJK BrOTP

It's GOTTA be Nobara and Yuuji. The friendship between these two is awesome, I love how she started out thinking of him as an idiot, and then got to know him and realised that yeah he's an idiot, but he's also a little bit fun to have around sometimes. Nah jk, I love how they're 2 peas in a pod, both crazy, both from the countryside, both just as silly as each other. I really love watching them hang out in the few eps we get of that, and the juju strolls they're both in-- they're just awesome!

Top 5 In Any Media (Excluding JJK)

I had to consult my ao3 bookmarks AND pinterest for this. There are a bunch there of ships I don't read anymore but keep 'for the memories' and some ships I am ashamed of! So I didn't include those hehe.

I'll only put 1 per fandom to keep things fair! Cause there is 1 particular fandom where... My ships will fill up all 7 of the spots...

Also, no particular order! Some of these go up and down based on the day, scenario, fic, art, and heaps more factors!

Liutana My first ship! (Excluding my total drama island childhood... gwen x trent u will always be famous. I don't condone s2) I loved them so much, when MK1 came out and I heard about the kiss??? I damn near cried.

Zolu 1 thing about Zolu is that from the first ep I've shipped them 100%. Every episode that they're in is a fun episode to watch, their dynamic is so SDJHVFSBJNE and I really enjoy it! But also... Any time someone appreciates Luffy I kinda... Side-eye a little...... I'm a bit disloyal in that sense...........

Sasunaru Gaanaru is constantly fighting for this spot tho... I am disloyal. I like nejinaru, shikanaru, hinanaru, sainaru, I even wrote an allnaru fic back in the day. It never saw the light of day but man... Also Shikatema is peak love those 2.

Kagehina Height difference, moody x cheerful, sunrise x shadow mountain-- names with symbolism but also it's the sunrise that puts the shadow on the mountain and I say all that^^ but the second Atsumu appeared on screen...... IM A DISLOYAL PERSON!!! And the reunion?? "Tobio-chan!! Don't talk to my spiker like that :)" WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY SCREAM...

Togachako/Ochatoga Just getting back into bnha and man.. these 2 GRABBED ME... Allmomo is FANTASTIC too btw-- and I do mean all girls x Momo but I suppose Kaminari can stay, as Jirou's boyfriend.. and Kurotoko (is that still their ship name?!), Fumirumi, Bakukiri let me stop myself before I erupt,

Obamitsu THEM <33 I'm a bigger, 'stronger' (I'm not as strong as her she's something else) girl too so Mitsuri and this ship is just everything to me... Also love Gentan and Muitan!

Viktuuri The comfort ship I always come back to.

Honourable mentions!

Sophie x Agatha, The School for Good and Evil (BABY'S THIRD EVER SHIP!!!)

Kiyoyachi, Haikyuu (I WANTED U ON THE LIST BABY I REALLY DID)

Sidlink, Legend of Zelda (don't look at me like that... I know...)

Kyokao, Ouran High School Host Club (Yes I watched this. I was 10 and it changed my life)

Rennora, RWBY

Gajevy, Alljuvia, Stingue and Fraxus, Fairy Tail

Cleuce, Allclawdeen, Monster High (by all I mean all the girls -- same for Juvia up there!)

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