#literally what the fuck how do I react to thi

[pi-roach]

HELP I HAD A RAINWORLD DREAM??

so a tiny bit of context: me and a friend group of 40 do iterator roleplay on google docs.

HELP?? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH??

I’m so confused

rainworld community, help, what do you think of this weird ass dream??

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible

[ninyard]

Thoughts on Kevin offing himself after riko's death in the canon universe ? And ppl reactions especially andreil and jerejean if you don't mind ?

I'm currently working on a different ask about Kevin dying post-TKM, and this is included in that, so I've been thinking about it a little bit while writing it; Regardless of how Kevin died I think it would be literal destruction of people and relationships and worldviews. It'd be the end of the world for some of them. I think a lot of lives would just come to a total standstill - but if he did it himself, there's something different about that that would make it so much worse.

I feel like the reaction would come in stages for a lot of people - almost like the stages of grief, but different. There's the denial from Andrew, Jean, and Neil. The immediate belief that there's no way he would do this, there's no way this wasn't done by the Moriyamas. But Riko is dead. Who would do this, if not him? But it must've been. He wouldn't have done this to himself. He couldn't have.

Does he leave a note? Is it long, is it short? Just an I'm sorry, or a full page reasoning as to why? Would he write it specifically to people, mentioning Neil, or Andrew, or Jean by name? Would he mention David, or Jeremy, or Abby in it, either? Or would he have kept it general, about himself, hurting too much to even think about who might read it? If it's longer, I wonder if he would actually give a reason. I don't know if there's enough words to fit on just a page or two what led him to this decision.

I think Jean and Jeremy would be first out of those four to have the most immediate emotional reactions. Jeremy not as bad as Jean, but his grief is just a little bit different. Kevin is a friend that he's lost, and that's devastating, but Jean is losing the one thing that kept him alive for so long in losing Kevin. He's losing the only hope he had for years, the only solace, the only light in such a dark and lonely place. Jean losing Kevin is losing his first love or his first friend. Jean losing Kevin all over again, but this time forever, would potentially be enough to push him over the edge - I think he'd need a lot of watchful eyes to keep him from following suit. (Assuming, at this stage, Jeremy hasn't found out yet about how Riko treated Kevin, or that he was the one who broke his hand. At that point, Jean hasn't gotten to that real safe place with Jeremy yet, either.)

Andrew is a tough one, because I don't entirely know how he'd react. I don't know enough about how he feels when death is that close to him. I don't know enough about how he feels when he's faced with the suicide of someone like Kevin. Kevin is his promise of a future, a promise of a purpose. Kevin is the first person who ever believed in him. Maybe, for a start, after the initial "fuck whichever Moriyama did this" denial that he goes through, one he realises that this is real and he did it himself; I think Andrew would shut down. I think that might be all he can do.

Andrew, who doesn't know enough about the connection between love and grief, might not be able to process Kevin's suicide at all. How can he? How can he keep pushing forward and moving on in life when he couldn't even keep Kevin safe from himself? Would he blame himself for not noticing, for not stopping it? I genuinely don't know how Andrew would cope. How he would move on like Kevin didn't save his life at times? And would he blame himself, for the death of Riko, in turn the death of Kevin, if that was half the reason why he did it?

Neil is similar - who would he be without Kevin? He owes so much in his life to Kevin, and he's the reason that Neil Josten even exists for real in the first place. As much as Andrew might want to cry, on the inside, I think Neil would be quicker to actually cry than him. In the same vein as Andrew, too, would he blame himself for Kevin's suicide if Riko's death was the reason why? If he knew, if he was 75% the reason behind Riko's death, would he think it's his fault? And how far back would his blame go? If Kevin had never signed Neil Josten, then Kevin would still be alive. Would he trade his whole life just to stop Kevin's death from ever happening?

Yeah, I don't know. Kevin dying is one thing, by the Moriyamas, in some tragic accident. But Kevin killing himself is so different, it's hard to imagine how people would react. I think it'd stop the whole world for a lot of people. Even just thinking about how he'd do it or the note he would leave leaves me wondering - how would I react? It feels justifiable, the death of Riko triggering this decision for him, but it feels so wrong. Like it's an unfathomable thing to picture anybodies short-term or long term reaction to it beyond total devastation and complete denial.

[hyunlixr]

pretty when you beg

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

🏷 smut (minors dni) teasing, underwear kink(?), oral (f rec), overstim, orgasm countdown, orgasm control, hard dom ! hyunjin if u squint, spitting

deep breaths was all that could be heard, his lips trailing down from ur neck to your abdomen. leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to your clothed cunt.

he kept teasing you tonight, you went out to celebrate your three months together and instead of being all romantic and lovey-dovey, he was whispering the dirtiest things into your ears. but to be honest, you weren’t complaining at all, that’s one of the many things you loved about him, how dirty he could get, even in the most innocent occasions.

— going to fuck you so good tonight, angel.

all you could do was blush and giggle it off.

so here he was kissing your clit through your black laced panties over and over again. it felt so good, yet it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

— jinnie, please

he leaned over to spit on your mouth. and you gladly opened and swallowed for him.

— shut the fuck up

you kept bucking your hips into his face, but to no avail cause he ended up pinning you to the mattress, with his slender, pretty fingers sprawled out on your stomach. the fingers you oh so wanted somewhere else. the fingers you had spent HOURS thinking about.

as he was busy making out with your clothed pussy, kissing and sucking here and there. you were getting desperate to feel something, anything. you took his fingers into your own hands and guided them where you needed him the most.

— nuh uh, i want you to cum because of my mouth tonight.

you groaned when he finally took your panties off and kissed your inner thighs… slowly. still teasing you.

— fuck please, please, give me something.

and so he did, he kissed your now bare clit and started sucking on it like a desperate, starved man. the sounds he made while eating u out were like music to your ears.

he kept alternating between licks and flicks to your bud until you came, kissing your clit over and over to ride out your high. just to get off the bed and look for your favorite vibrator. he put it on a medium speed and pressed it lightly over your clit making you moan a little too loud from the overstimulation.

— s’too much jinnie, no. no. no. no, stop it.

but he knew you didn’t want him to stop, if you did actually want that you would have used your safe word. he knew how fucking greedy you were. how no matter how many times he made you cum, if he wanted you to cum again then that’s what you’d do. you’d do anything to please him.

he pressed it harder and started dragging it along your folds only stopping once the toy was on your clit again. he loved seeing your fucked out face, and how just by playing with the bundle of nerves he could get you to look like that; legs sprawled out and open for him, cunt red and glistening with your own juices and his spit. it was quite the sight if you asked him.

once you had relaxed and let him have his way with you for a couple of minutes, he used his index finger to put the toy on the highest setting. making the vibrations float around your whole body. making you shake because of the pleasure he was providing you.

he knew you were close, he already knew every part of your body, what you liked and what you didn’t. how to make u cum, how to get you on your knees for him, and how you reacted when you were about to hit ur orgasm, so without moving the toy away from you, he leaned down, sticking his tongue inside of u going in and out at a fast pace. making you close your legs around his head for that extra feeling. you were so close to the edge, literally about to let go when he says

— you cant cum until i say so.

he proceeded to begin with his 10 second countdown he loved to do when he wanted you to beg and cry for him. he loved hearing how desperate you were to cum for him. how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes.

“10… 9…”

— m’so close please

you could literally feel the tears in your eyes.

“8… 7… 6…”

— i don’t think i’ll last, please let me cum

“5… 4… 3…“

— please please please

“2…“

— fuck hyune

“1…”

— cum baby, make a mess for me, hm?

you came, you came so fucking hard letting him guide you through it.

— good job, angel. hope you are aware of the fact that we are not finished yet. or is my little doll too dumb to think right now?

he said with a pout on his lips, faking sympathy at your fucked out state. and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want whatever the fuck it was this beautiful man standing in front of you wanted to give you.

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hiii this is my first fic ever i hope u like it :D please let me know what u think and if u write let me know how i can improve in the ask box thingy tyvm !! have a good day/night <3

[liaarxse]

could u headcannons of what the tr characters would do if y/n did this trend with ken, nahoya, chifuyy, baji, kazutora?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8131oTm/

(basically y/n walks away from them whenever they get close)

Nah, cuz it's 2am, and I'm cackling like a madman omfg this is amazing

<3 Here you go, anon:

Headcanons

How would TR characters react to you moving away from them

Characters: Ryuguji Ken, Nahoya Kawata, Matsuno Chifuyu, Keisuke Baji, Kazutora Hanemiya

Warnings: none

A/n: I literally have 40 history lessons to revise in 2 days, and I've gotten nowhere

Ryuguji Ken

Not this shit again

Draken is tired of your games

He had to deal with Toman, some punks, MIKEY and now you?

Kill him

Oops already happened

But he did this to himself

A few days ago he "accidentally" ruined one of your favourite dresses with motor oil and only said sorry

So sorry not sorry Dora

"Hey, Y/n? Want a glass of water?"

"Sure."

Perfect timing

He walked towards you to give you the water

You walked away

....

He took 3 steps forward

You took 3 steps backwards

Again

3 steps forward

3 steps backwards

You made 5 full circles around the couch at this point

"Not this shit again"

He went to sit down because man's tired of this

You felt bad and went to him

He turned to you before he sat down

"What?"

"Sorry, c'mere"

He went to hug you

You took a step back

BITCH

LMAOOOOO

Give him a hug pls

You did ofc

Until you could

I'm not sorry

Y'all spent the night just cuddling and talking about how annoying(ly hot) Mikey is

The next morning you did the prank again

He went back to sleep (and never woke up)

Nahoya Kawata

Who made you do this?

You lost your marbles?

LAST PERSON to do this prank on

But you still did

Stupid

Y'all were just chilling at a park

The sun was setting, giving the landscape a pretty peachy-golden tint

It reminded you of your boyfriend who was chasing squirrels behind you

Yeah, you pretended not to know him

He got tired and went to sit next to you

"What'cha starring at, babe?"

"The sun?"

"Ok"

He left to chase a squirrel that he claimed to look like you

Back to not knowing that person

It was getting pretty late, so you gathered y'alls stuff and got up to leave

He was carrying a dead squirrel in his hands

"Babe, look! I caught your doppelganger!"

"Oh, that's nice baby– MOTHER OF GOD–"

You didn't have a choice that fucker started chasing you with it

He lied that he threw it away

He didn't

Half way towards your house he fished it out of his pocket and shoved it in your face

You screamed and took like a fucking backflip backwards

He slowly walked towards you with his iconic grin obv

"Nahoya, no."

"Nahoya, yes."

"I'm gonna break up with you."

"I'll shove this up your ass while you sleep."

Y'all didn't break up ofc

That continued up until like 3 blocks to your house before he threw it inside a house through an opened window

The night at least ended peacefully

You had a nightmare where he did shove it in your ass

Matsuno Chifuyu

Why?

Like why?

Just why?

This happened while you were at a Toman fight

You got a call from Hina that your boyfriend got hurt

So you skiddadled to the place very quickly since you lived like 7 minutes away

It took you 30

When you got there, the fight had already ended

Your boyfriend noticed you and ran with an opened arm since his other was a tad bit injured

You took a step back

🤨

"Hey babe."

"Why did you do that?"

"Did what?"

He took another step towards you

You took a step backwards

He frowned

"Is it because my uniform is blooded? Wait, gimme a sec"

He took his top off

OOOOOHHH LAWDDDD HAVE MERCEYYYYYYYYY

THEM SCRUMPTIOUS ABS

bite bite

Lmao, who were you kidding

Get em tits

And you did baby gorl

Don't do this to him again though

Keisuke Baji

He just got back

And guess what

Another stray kitty was brought home

You lost count of how many Baji Jr. and Y/n Jr. cats you had

You smiled anyway since it's a kitty after all

"Yo bae, can you please fetch me some kitty clothes to dress up Y/n Jr.?

Ah this time it was you turn

You did of course

And when he walked over to you to grab the clothes

You saw something jump

Then again

And it hit you

Flees

You threw the clothes in his face and ran back

"What the hell?"

"Stay back."

"Why?"

He started walking towards you

You screamed

He was confused af still walking towards you

And you were walking back

This continued for like 7 minutes before you entered the kitchen

You grabbed bug spray

And sprayed him with it

He died

Jkjkjk

He was mad though

Ah, it's fine. You took care of it and cuddled with all 61 cats

Then you saw it again

You jumped out of the window

He jumped after you

Lmao you got flees too

Kazutora Hanemiya

This time, there was no specific reason

You were just watching tiktok with him, laying on your chest, trying to sleep

But he couldn't

This was Mikeys fault

"My wheenie needs to take a whee-whee."

"The mental hospital is 10 minutes away."

He got up and went to the bathroom

Then you landed upon the tiktok

Now this, this is perfection

He came back after like, 2 minutes

He crawled back in bed

You got up

"Huh?"

"What?"

He sat on the edge where you stood

You walked away

He walked towards you

"What are you doing?'

"What are YOU doing?"

You barely kept your laugh in when you noticed his face

"This is Mikeys fault isn't it."

"Tora no–"

You did like 6 circles around the room

You got bored with just staying in it and went to the door

He got in front of you and locked it

You stumbled back into the bed

"Baby...~"

HE SAID IT IN HIS HOT DADDY ENGLISH VOICE UGH

Oh-oh guess who's weenie has to take a wee-wee now

Lmao this surely will 'rearrange your guts'

If you know what I mean

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Three is the Oddest Number" Episode Followup, Part 1

Well, ladies and gents and human beings...it's here. The finale of Odd Squad UK. Given PBS's track record with this franchise, I'm going to just deem it the series finale until some news decides to slap me in the face that the show got renewed for a Season 2/Season 5. And that's assuming it actually does.

This is a three-parter (considering "Should Odd Acquaintance Be Forgot" is chopped in two parts), so I'll be tackling this episode and hopefully get to the other two tonight. Maybe. Hopefully. I'm not exactly confident nor excited to see how it ends, but nearly anything could be better than the trainwreck that was "Odd Together Now". And never forget that I took a fucking bullet for all of you who watch Season 3 because I watched that shit early. (Funny to think that I had a big old speech for my Seren Reacts video about how the show's ending...and how it aged poorly. Didn't even get to do a final run on it!)

But enough talk! Let's have at this episode below the break.

(A post-editing note: I was informed that Leonie is, in fact, a girl, and not a boy like I thought. I'm keeping the LGBTQ+ theory because we've already gotten gay triangle villain and they could extend that to child villains too, but keep in mind that Leonie is a girl and not a boy. That's my bad.)

Ohhhh...a Niki episode. Once again, as long as it's not Omar or Tasha, I do not give a flying rat's Photoshopped ass.

That aside, this looks eerily similar to the classroom at the Academy where Orchid taught in "End of the Road". It's just more green, and there are no Mobile Unit agents, but the sentiment is there.

Hold on, hold on...this shit was all them?

Okay! Great! Cool! So riddle me this, then: why did we not get any hints about you in any of these episodes? Even a shot of any one of these three peeking around a corner -- or hell, even a funny background Easter egg or a symbol of some kind! -- would have helped tremendously.

You guys remember my complaint about them trying to squeeze a story arc into 12 episodes? This is the result of that and my complaints are legit so help me God.

Oh, hi, Ohlm. You got out of your eternal grounding and hopped on a plane to the UK? Didn't...didn't even serve any jail time for committing mass murder, huh?

(Yeah yeah, I'm aware that's not Ohlm. But you can't tell me it doesn't look like an older Jaiden at first glance.)

This is the most goddamn LGBTQ+ child villain I have ever seen, and I will leave the fandom to discuss their own theories.

Their...their logo is literally...it's just a slimmed-down version of...the...Science symbol...

Deja vu, I have in fact been in this place before, in "Oscar Strikes Back". And if neither of these three were Scientists, then what is point?

Oxandra is a name I'm fine with. It's Cassandra but Odd Squad-fied.

Offee, though? Is the name born from a mother with a severe caffeine addiction, and anyone who says it's toffee is wrong. Think about it. Sit on how demonized coffee is in this franchise. And then, find the symbolism.

SEE???? AND HIS NAME IS OLLISON. ALLISON. HE'S A BOY.

THE MOST OBVIOUSLY LGBTQ+ CHILD SINCE SEATTLE MR. O BAR ONLY HIM.

"To do that, we need to steal three shapes from their gadgets."

I see someone's taking their cue from Odd Todd in World Turned Odd.

"But we can't just go into Odd Squad HQ and steal it."

Actually yes you can, and lemme lay this out:

Get some agent suits

Maybe get some masks, or disguise yourself with a shapeshifting device

Get into HQ

Steal the shapes

????

????

Profit.

*long deep sigh*

No. Don't do this. Not after m' boi reformed. Don't do this. I'm recovering from last episode still. DON'T. DO THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-

Pretty sure I mentioned how good foreshadowing would be in "A Tour of Odd Squad", no?

And yet, they decide to shove it into this episode????? They decide to have the "kids in the superfan tour" thing in this episode?!?!?!?!

Okay, they cared about continuity this season, but only a sparse few times. They've bent the rules of continuity so many times that they could abso-fuckin'-lutely have put them in the tour in that episode.

"But Seren, you would still whi-" FUCKING YES I WOULD STILL WHINE. I HAVE A RIGHT TO WHINE THANK YOU.

Ohhhhh...because Icy Mouseeeeeeeeey.....

If this is shaping up to be a villain episode, then I'll say right now that "Villain Networking" handled it much better.

I...why do we need a time card? If they're already at the "assigning roles to the evil plan" portion, how the fuck long do they need?

Aaaaaaaah' c'maaaaaaaaaahn. You can't tell me they weren't thinking of Macklemore here. At least once!

"We don't follow fashion...?"

Already got my idea for a new Season 2/Season 5 character. And that's setting aside the fact that Onom is canonically a seamstress. (Seamster?)

No, that's a child in a mouse mask, Ryan Lewis. There is a difference between a bipedal mouse and a bipedal human wearing a mouse mask.

"Chasey or zappy" is a real PBS Kids way of saying "shoot first, or chase first?"

Though to be honest, wounding him would up the finale's ante considerably.

50/50 chance of Orli calling them out on being literal children instead of adults.

...

No, lemme change that. 90/10. And you should know what the 10 is for.

DID A WHOLE-ASS VISCERAL COUGH AT THIS LGBTQ+ CHILD ASKING ORLI TO TAKE A FUCKING SELFIE AND NAME-DROPPING SELFIE AND BRO WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.

If I really wanted to, I could make an MLP unicorn telekinesis joke, but I don't want to, so I won't.

NOOOOOO. N O T THEM HAVING A PORTRAIT VS. LANDSCAPE DEBATE. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NIKI CHILD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK- *explodes*

This slow head shake is fucking sending me. This entire scene is beautiful for a cold-open-not-cold-open.

Y'ALL GOT TWO MORE SHAPES TO FIND NOW W H A T ARE Y'ALL DOING.

I appreciate the villains giving the math lesson this time around, even if they are our big bads. We don't get many villain math lessons because villains are supposed to be st00pid at math.

Oxandra. Sweet summer child. Either drop the evil laugh or work on it. It's not for you.

Look, the more this very obvious Otis reference is brought up, the more I will fucking complain about it.

Again I have to ask: what is the writers' fixation on referencing Season 2 stuff? 10 years' worth of stuff to reference and you go with Season 2?

...Oh, and speaking of:

"Is...that just a regular magnifying gla-"

"JUST LET ME HAVE THIS ONE, ORLI!! PLEEEEEASE!!"

"they wouldn't have gotten away from me and this"

bro has feet

other bro has a limp and two tiny wheels

Think realistically, Orwell. Really think. Sit on it forever if ya have to.

Y'know, seeing this season makes me realize that they really just up and went "okay, make a gadget for anything and everything in existence".

And that's in addition to the 10k they already have, mind you.

(On to Part 2!)

[inmyhorrorsera]

S5E7 "Hybrid Creatures" thoughts

That's it. Those are my thoughts.

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Kinda...

I'm kinda used to the writers putting Nadja in situations and see what it sticks, but (un)holy shit its so obvious that they don't know what to do with her character. What we do in the shadows learn how to write women challenge.

I don't know if the Guide even appeared. My stream stopped a couple times and I have to refresh so maybe I missed her (if not see previous point because it also applies to her).

LOVED Nadja's kitty hair buns, love to see that at least the hair and costume department still cares about her.

The line about burning the school made me roll my eyes, not only because that story doesn't make sense with what we learned about her childhood, but also because I can FEEL when tv shows throw lines with the specific expectations of them being gifed, become memes, etc.

I know it's stupid to discuss about the ethics of Laszlo's experiments on the dick and balls show but in this episode I was all 😬😬😬 about it. Like, I don't give a shit if it was done with comedy purposes, animal experimentation is one of the subjects I will never find remotely funny or make jokes with, specially if we start thinking... How much consent Guillermo gave for Laszlo to straight up play with his DNA in this way? He has nothing to say about it except for a confused frown or looking panicky at the sight of the creatures?? More important, if Nandor did this exact same thing the past season and created the hybrids with a Djinn wish or whatever, how would the fandom have reacted??? (spoiler: waaay more angered than when everybody's fave Laszlo does it).

The work of puppetry and digital effects was good as always, nothing bad to say about the team behind the cameras that puts all their hard work and craft on this, sadly, mid storyline.

Despite how little I care about mAd ScIenTiSt Lazslo plot, the moment when Guillermo believes he won't help him anymore was truly heartbreaking just by looking at his face. You can see he really has all his hopes in Laszlo finding a 'cure'.

I wish the whole thing about Guillermo being incapable of killing the hybrids hit me harder (as if we didn't saw him luring innocent teenagers so they can get killed in the literal pilot).

Sorry but that lady character didn't work for me and the "Helen the Magic Johnson" joke was unfunny and kinda old :/ i wonder if half of the wwdits fandom even got the reference (also lmao shameless product placement, you can tell they needed the money to pay for the cgi used on the creatures).

Colin was like his season 1 self. I bet the wwdits reddit ate up that shit.

See also: Laszlo calling Guillermo 'Gizmo' again. Hated it.

Colin becoming the stereotypical 'cool' white liberal teacher was hilarious specially when he said the cliché "history is written by the oppressors" line because that's where the parody becomes too obvious. This is the guy whose dna results on s1 were "100% white" after all. AND YET some people here are still celebrating and repeating it as this 'so true bestie 😔✊' moment without realizing the show's laughing at you, not with you. But hey, this is the we don't get satire even if it bites on our ass site. Imagine fans celebrating when Kendall Succession shouted "fuck the patriarchy!" in front of the paparazzi for being a #feminist. That's how wooosh the moment went over some of y'alls heads.

Nandor and Colin at the museum felt a little tackled on, but at least Nandor annoyance at his personal items being displayed was fun.

And Colin being friendly (dare I say…sweet?) with him at the end again gave me a happy smile. I'll never guessed this season was all about the Colin and Nandor (Condor??) era but I'm all for it.

Biggest Mild laugh of the night: Nandor mannequin having male and female lovers on the display, the dude is wearing Calvin Kleins!

I can't say much about Guillermo leaving the hybrids at the senior home because it's a overused ending for wwdits at this point. Seriously, when this show doesn't know how to end an episode they always do the same shit: Leave the characters that are a problem in a different place. It happened with: Topher at the zombie sweatshop, Jim the vampire as the volleyball coach in Tucson, familiar Benji in a different city/state (forgot where), The Baron and the Sire in the countryside, Derek working at Sean's MLM, Freddie!Marwa in the Uk. They have done this ending 👏🏼lots 👏🏼 of 👏🏼 times👏🏼already!!

Having a wank?! The setup and payoff for this joke really worked.

Next episode seems interesting.

Anyway, I am once again asking for the Djinn...

[writingrandomrambles]

So here's the thing.  I might've, maybe, possibly, perhaps made a bad call.  Not sure yet, the outcome's still up in the air for... another hour or so, provided there's no disaster in the office right before my shift end.  But hear me out, okay, I was desperate. People do stupid shit when they're desperate.

Anyway, the thi - no, wait, you know about magic, right?  How it usually goes hand in hand with the natural order of things and if you wanna disturb it, you need to study it for a good few years and even then the best you can do is redirect its flow, right? (Speaking of which, just tip your local storm witch already, they're keeping the worst of the bad weather from smashing you flat and wiping your city off the map for fuck's sake)  And you know there're other options out there if you're like me and don't wanna risk life and limb the second you crack open a book to figure out how to snap sparks when you click your fingers, right?

You do?  Good!  Okay, that saves me needing to explain a couple things because, honestly, it's way above my pay grade and I'm just trying to plod along here.  So the thing is, magic isn't for me, as I said, definitely not, no thank you, the hamster wheel has well and truly detached from my brain and shot off at speed, I wouldn't trust me with magic, no way, nuh-uh. And like.  I don't wanna go around asking for favours all willy-nilly and bother folk over something comparatively minor, y'know?  So.  I went digging on my own and found one of those other options, perfectly laid out, instructions clear as day, recipe updated to account for modern terminology, and there're even helpful diagrams for the runework! You literally cannot fuck it up, unless you're doing it deliberately, in which case I suppose it's your own fault the being on the other end gets pissy with your nonsense and knocks your head off your shoulders.  It's all about intent, right?

I'm not out to wage war or wreck a marriage or sabotage someone's job or cheat death or win the lottery.  Like, it's not really for me, though it does benefit me. See, my dog's got separation anxiety and she doesn't react well to some meds and others don't work and I don't have the money to put her in a kennel every day or pay the hourly rate for the dogsitters around here and my friend's away on holiday for the week and we're on a bit of a crunch here and my manager's tetchy at the idea of me heading home at lunch, yeah, I know he's an ass, but my bills need paid, okay?  My options are pretty limited, soooooooooo... I cracked open the equivalent of an instruction manual on how to summon demons.

Yes, demons.  I'd rather have my soul sucked out by one than have it bartered around for funsies by the fae.  At least demons are fairly upfront about the death part, and if I'm lucky I'll give 'em indigestion if this goes sideways.  Anyway. I figure the intent matters, right?  So like, if you hand over blood in a to-go cup and raw meat and bones and one of the knives from your kitchen, of course you're gonna have a violent one show up chomping at the bit to rip your throat out and maybe burn your house to the ground.  But what if you had... other offerings, instead?  No, no, not like that, I didn't put myself on the table, are you nuts?  Temptation's not gonna work for keeping an eye on my dog!  No!  Fuck's sake, no. I had some dictionaries inside the rune circle and a translator app ready to go on my phone to encourage clear communication and muddling our way through any language barriers, and a couple books from the library to keep 'em occupied if they were bored, and banana bread for a hungry tummy, and I moved the sofa so they could sit down, and threw in a couple blankets just in case here's colder than over there, y'know?  I don't think I covered all bases, I probably didn't, but the intent counts and I was trying to be a good host, surely that's gotta count for something.

And the summoning worked!  Well, sort of.  The demon was just a shadowy cloud, but it only took a couple hours for them to figure out how to match human speech, and even though I shot myself in the foot with the French and German dictionaries when I'm so fucking rusty, we got there in the end! We got talking!  And they assured me dogsitting wouldn't be an issue, and their price wasn't all that steep and like.  Doesn't actually involve money so that's a bonus for my poor bank account? And Huey didn't freak out around them, so I think they'll get along – what?  It was his name in the shelter and it stuck, okay?  Shut up.

So, uh.  Yeah. There's a demon in my house just now, watching my dog. I don't know if they actually realise what they've signed up for – Huey's hyper, absolutely massacres his toys to get to the squeakers (there's a treasure trove of them in his toy stash under the stairs), and I'm sure there's a cat in his lineage somewhere, his zoomies sure are something.

If you don't see me tomorrow, you know the demon's decided my life's better payment for my dog's brand of chaos, lol.  Wish me luck, I guess?

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Oh it's you again!  Hi!  Shh, keep your voice down!  I didn't know Void would go back home and spread the word, did I? I mean, at least it means there are more carers out there for dogs, I guess?  And the shelters aren't so chronically understaffed, and less dogs are stuck in abusive homes because there's no space for them, so it's not like it's a bad arrangement. And have you seen the puppies they bring over to play? Wha- no!  They're not Hellhounds, don't be rude!  They're the cutest little wrecking balls ever, you should play with 'em sometime and see how quick your attitude changes, then.

Just do me a favour, yeah?  Don't tell Marina I had anything to do with this, I don't want a lightning bolt dropped on my head, thanks.

It turns out demon summoning is only bad when you do it for selfish motives. You discovered this as you, absent any other options, decided to summon one in order to have someone watch over your dog.

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Omg can I pls request our lovely 3 demon slayer boys (aged up) along with tengen and rengoku reacting to their gf getting (semi long) acrylics pls! (Can be fluff or smut idc) thank you!

I AM LITERALLY JEALOUS I DIDNT THINK OF THIS SOONER OMGGG OF COURSE

ANON!!!! ANON!!!!!!!! I FINISHED IT FOR YOU!!!!! IM SUPER SORRY IF THE FLOW IS OFF AND STORIES ARE KINDA CHOPPY IM REALLY TIRED AND TODAY HAS BEEN RIDICULOUS BUT I HOPE YOU SERIOUSLY ENJOY AND IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE FOR YOU ILL ABSOLUTELY DO IT FOR YOU!!! Once again I do apologize I realize this isn’t my best work but I seriously hope you enjoy it regardless. If you don’t like it I’m more than willing to cut my pinky off way of the house husband style🙏

Criticism/tips welcome!!!

Request are always open!!!

warnings: heavy smut, vulgar language, nsfw themes, characters are aged up in these scenarios

If anything mentioned above may cause harm to your mental health do not read.

Kamaboko Squad + Rengoku and Tengen reacting to Semi long Acrylic Nails:

Tanjiro Kamado:

When you first brought up the idea of getting acrylics, Tanjiro was excited!

Tanjiro supports you no matter what and if you want to get pretty nails he is all for it!

He will even ask to pay for them, he wants to show his love anyway he can. 

He secretly wants you to get his haori pattern on your nails at least once, he wants everyone that sees you to know you are his. But like in a sweet way. 

After you get your nails, he is in awe. You look so feminine! So beautiful!

He adores you anyways, but seeing you express yourself so confidently makes his heart swell with pride.

Regardless of color or pattern you get he will admire them and compliment you any chance he gets.

He thinks you look really badass when you wield your sword with your nails. 

His heart would absolutely STOP if your nails matched your breathing technique.

On the more intimate side of things, Tanjiro would be entranced by them in bed.

When he’s fucking you, he wants to feel them. He wants you to claw his back, his arms, his chest. He wants to feel and see just how good he’s pleasuring you. 

“Am I making you feel good, love?” Tanjiro asked while he thrusted into you, his movements full of love and care.

“Yes, yes it feels so good-please keep going.” You whispered in the shell of his ear. Tanjiro dropped himself on top of you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, so he could pound you even deeper. He quickened his pace, he just needed to hear you, to feel you digging in his back.

“Let me feel you, scratch me, dig your nails into my back.” Tanjiro said breathlessly, you did as he asked and raked your fingers up and down his back. Red trails ran from the tops of his shoulders down to hips, he shuddered under your touch. 

“Just like that-I’m so close.” Tanjiro begged as he kept up his rhythm as best as he could. You began to claw him harder, your strokes becoming slower as you lost your focus. You couldn’t help but lose yourself in the euphoria Tanjiro was putting you in. Before long the two of you came together, Tanjiro spilling his seed deep inside while you clenched him so tightly.

From then on your nails are an absolute turn on for him.

Will offer every time to pay for your nails and then as soon as the two of you get a moment alone he will want to try them out. 

10/10 supportive teddy bear that absolutely has a nail kink now. 

Inosuke Hashibira: 

Inosuke was very confused by your nails at first. 

“Did you get them to improve your fighting skills?” He’d ask.

You would gently explain to him that you got them because you like them. He doesn’t quite understand but hey as long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

He didn’t really get interested in them till one day he asked you to scratch a spot on his back he couldn’t reach. He was instantly hooked, it had been the most relieving itch of his life. 

Now whenever he has an itch you are obligated to do it for him, in fact he will constantly pester you to scratch his back and scalp. 

This sort of ritual between the two of you becomes a habit. When laying down together at night, Inosuke will press his back against you so you can scratch it for him. You later realized he wanted you to do it till he fell asleep, which you didn’t mind because it was cute seeing his needy side. 

One night you mistakenly thought he had fallen asleep, so you flipped over to find a comfortable position for yourself. That was until a very grumpy Inosuke turned and barked,

“Hey, I wasn’t asleep yet! Keep scratching!” 

On the outside you sighed and continued raking his back, but on the inside you were laughing hysterically. 

Besides their use, Inosuke thinks you look hot with your new nails. Especially when you’re mad or fighting a demon, you remind him of a wild animal. 

When things get hot and heavy, his interest towards your nails becomes more intense. 

He developed an infatuation with them and he constantly wants to see them wrapped around his dick. 

He just loves how your hands look, how dangerous they can be, but instead of hurting him they are pleasuring him to the best of your ability.

You sat on your knees in between his legs while you took Inosuke’s full length down your throat. Guttural moans and growls filled your ears as he continued to grind deep into your touch. Inosuke threw his head back and both his hands were intertwined in your hair, shoving your head down even further. One hand on his shaft that guided your lips up and down, while the other cupped his balls. This drove him wild, he could help but arch and thrust up into you. The more you slurped, the more he groaned. When his eyes weren’t rolling back into his head he would catch glimpses of you so eagerly sucking him. What finally pushed him over the edge was the way you looked up at him, your (e/c) eyes, your lips, your nails, they wrapped themselves so perfectly around his dick. It was too much and he spilled every last bit of his cum down your throat. 

9/10 only because you have to constantly scratch his back now, but he is overwhelmingly thrilled about them. 

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

One afternoon you mentioned to Zenitsu that you thought about getting your nails done, and of course Zenitsu was elated. That being said he worships the ground you walk on, so you knew that getting your nails done wouldn’t be a problem. 

Immediately after getting them done he has to see them. He holds your hands and inspects them smiling the whole time.

“They are so beautiful, (Y/n). Almost as beautiful as you.” He’d say while giving you a cheeky smirk. 

Thinks they are absolutely gorgeous and will always suggest colors or patterns he thinks would look good. But whatever design you pick out he will shower you in compliments about how you are so creative and brilliant.

He literally beams with pride every time you are around. 

If you suggested getting them done with a lightning design, this man will fall to his knees and propose to you again. He has absolutely done it before and absolutely does it again till you say yes. Even after you two are engaged he will still beg you to marry him. 

He already thinks you hung the moon, so when you are in battle and he sees you in all your glory, he will pass out from excitement and fear. 

He thinks your nails are a wonderful way to express yourself, especially in the demon slayer corps whenever has the same uniform. 

On the flip side to this, he is actually quite intimidated by your nails. He is already intimidated by you, but your amazing looks accompanied by your bold nails has him submissive. 

Especially in the bedroom. He is used to you taking control but now more than ever does he let you guide him. Something about your nails sparked something inside of him, you seemed now to demand authority and he intended to listen to your every command. 

“Do you like what I’m doing for you? Am I doing good?” Zenitsu would ask as he pounded into you. He loved the way you moaned and praised him, he craved it, he had to have your approval.

“Ah-you’re-you’re doing amazing baby, keep going for a little longer okay, baby?” You’d say in between gasps and moans, he pounded into you so passionately. He wanted to please you so desperately, if only you’d give him the honor of being able to be hopelessly dedicated to you for the rest of his life. 

Feeling both his and your climaxes approaching, you grabbed Zenitsu and threw him onto his back. You immediately straddled him, sunk yourself on to his length and began to ride him roughly. Zenitsu's eyes grew wide as he watched you bounce up and down on him, just the thought of you pleasuring yourself on him was enough to make him finish three times over. 

You watched his face flutter as you bobbed faster, then a truly filthy thought came to you.  You ran your hand up his chest and to his neck, you wrapped your fingers around his throat and began to squeeze. Almost instantly the two of you released simultaneously. 

Since that night, Zenitsu loves if you choke him, he loves it even more if he can feel your nails in the soft skin of his neck.

10/10 very much loves them and very much loves you.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

On your weekly date with Kyojuro, the two of you walked past a salon on the way home. You saw a young woman walk out with bright red acrylic nails and you fell in love with the look. When you both arrived home you mentioned it to him to which Kyojuro smiled widely and exclaimed,

“I think you would look amazing with them, darling!” 

Several days later you got your first set and went to Kyojuro. Much like Zenitsu, Kyojuro loves them! He would tell you that they are gorgeous and match your personality perfectly!

He begs you to get a set with flames on them, to which you agree. Kyojuro is over the moon about your nails and loves it even more when you coordinate your outfits to match them. He loves it even more when you play with his hair with them. As you run your fingers through his bright unruly hair he melts into your touch, you are always so gentle with him. So much so he blushes and shivers as you ruffle his mane. 

One evening though you stumbled upon a very interesting reaction from Kyojuro. Together the two of you laid in your shared futon, tired from a day full of training. You softly grazed your fingers across his back until his muscles quickly clenched. You nails had passed over the soft skin above his hips, and when you did it again you got the same reaction. As you went for a third pass Kyojuro gently grabbed your hand and pulled it around him.

“Darling, that tickles.” He said half asleep.

A devilish grin spread across your face. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby…I didn’t realize this tickles!” You yelled before attacking his sides. 

Kyojuro’s eyes shot wide open and his muscles clenched. A terribly joyful smile spread across his face as he began to try and defend himself. Then his boisterous laughter erupted as held his arms tightly against his sides and brought his knees to his chest.

“No, stop it, (Y/n)! How dare you use my weakness against me! I won’t forget this!” Yelled Kyojuro as he still continued to howl in laughter. Soon you were caught up in your own laughter and failed to notice that he had escaped your grasp, and when you finally looked to find Kyojuro you saw him standing before you with his arms crossed; a mischievous grin of his own upon his lips. 

Seeing his expression you quickly wrapped yourself in the blankets from the bed and took off running out the room, you giggling the entire way. Kyojuro chased after you till he caught you, and when he did he tickled like you had tickled him. 

Soon the tickling turned into touching and kissing. Together on the floor the two of you sensual kisses one another as your hands wandered each other's bodies. You removed Kyojuro’s clothing and your hands traced the muscles on his chest and abdomen. Again Kyojuro’s muscles tensed but this time Kyojuro groaned in your mouth. Feeling your wandering fingers and the slight sharpness of your nails fueled his fire, he could feel his blood rushing faster the more you touched him.

He quickly picked you and ran to your shared room, once inside he threw you on to the bed.

As fast as he could, he entered inside you, both yours and his moans filled the room while your clothes were strewn about the room.

He delivered his ruthless thrust in between your legs while you laid on your back, one of his hands supporting his weight and the other holding yours flush against his chest.

“Yes that’s it, Darling, keep touching me, I need to feel you.” He grunted out as he continued to rut inside you. Following his request, you placed both your hands against his chest and squeezed his muscles. This rendered the most sinful of moans from Kyojuro.

12/10 Kyojuro is ticklish and you can utilize this for your agenda. Oh and yeah he loves your nails but still…you can threaten him with tickling.

Uzui Tengen:

Tengen was your inspiration for the nails originally. He always had his nails painted and he would paint yours whenever you wanted him too. So when you brought the idea to his attention, he wanted to get them done right away!

That was something he always loved about you, you were just as flashy as he was. You wore a dazzling haori, along with gorgeous gems that hung around your neck, wrist, and waist. Even more so you wore a similar makeup to him, which never failed to warm his heart. The nails were only your next step in your flamboyance journey!

After getting your first set, you went home and showed them to everyone. The girls and Tengen fawned over them! Seeing just how stylish you looked the girls wanted to get a set as well, Tengen couldn’t have been happier. 

The four of you fully exemplified the phrase ‘power couple’, especially you and Tengen. Considering you were both hashira in the demon slayer corps, people and the other slayers noticed you. You were a flashy, flamboyant couple who matched each other’s energy so well, and Tengen never missed a chance to show you off. 

Along with improving your look it seemed that your nails improved your fighting as well. Tengen knew this was from your recent boost in confidence, but he still told you it was the flashiness that was giving you strength.

When it came to the late evenings spent at his estate, the four of you spent your time together entangled with one another between the sheets. You were already a flashy lover; as Tengen had put it, but now you were ever more so. 

As you laid with your knees pressed into the soft fabric of your bed, Tengen slammed into you mercilessly. He loved hearing your whines and begs as he shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, he watched your body melt with pleasure as he fulfilled your every desire. You gripped the sheets as tightly as you could, he loves watching you struggle to find something to steady yourself on. 

“You like how I’m fucking your pussy, hm? Want me to go harder? Want me to go faster?” Tengen asked as he continued with his swift thrust. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. All of it was so amazing you couldn’t do anything but moan his name over and over.

“Uzui-oh fuck-Uzui!” You cried feeling yourself draw ever closer to your release.

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give you that and so much more-Fuck! You feel so good.” Tengen’s dirty words were filled with honey. You could feel him start to falter as he too became closer. 

“Harder, faster, please!” You managed to beg, and instantly Tengen’s hands gripped waist harshly. He changed his position to where he rested on knee, while the other stood beside your hips to help keep you steady. Just like that Tengen released his lust fueled strength upon you. He rammed into you while pulling your hips to meet him, he was completely buried inside. 

“That’s it, cum for me (Y/n), cum on my cock.” Just hearing his command made you fall into your blissful release. Your body clenched and squirted around his dock causing his eyes to roll back into his skull. His pace slowed and he pulled out of you, you still bent over as you recovered. 

Tengen maneuvered you and himself to where your head was now in between his legs. 

“It’s my turn now, baby. Show me how bad you want to please me.” Tengen said, a smirk plastered against his face. 

Knowing exactly what you wanted you took him in your mouth and began to quickly bob your head up. Sultry moans and groans fell from Tengen’s lips as he watched how diligently you sucked him. 

“That’s it, keep going.” He’d say he has guided your head down further. He loved watching you struggle and hearing you gag. 

Before long, Tengen met his own release and covered your mouth, face, and hands with his juices. Seeing you covered in his cum almost immediately made him hard again, and when you began to lick your fingers clean, he was ready for round two. 

6000/10 you are the flashiest couple of all time, the whole four of you look badass, respectfully. 

[gumbxz]

steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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steve has unrequited love for an old friend. reader had confessed to him but he didn’t feel the same way in that moment. so they moved on and now steve regrets rejecting them :( reader has a partner too haha basically an alt version of my steve x afro latina reader where she confesses but he doesn’t react to nicely.

genre// angst, unrequited love

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robin could tell something was fishy with steve-o. he felt so out of it lately. it was pretty depressing looking at him. family video was a bit busy around valentine’s day. a perfect day for couples to unwind with each other and watch a film and get all snuggled up.

that could’ve been steve. it could’ve been steve and you, but he was stupid. stupid enough to reject a total package like you. the night where you confessed to him, he knows how vulnerable you were in the moment. but he still rejected you anyway. he didn’t think about you in the moment. the only thing on his mind was steve. and what steve wanted. and he just so happened to want nancy wheeler still.

“why- why don’t you want me. she clearly doesn’t need you. i need you steve, i’m inlove with you. don’t go chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, you’re waiting for nothing. nothing is happening steve.”

“i know what i’m doing, but i genuinely hope that maybe at least, a small amount of hope lingers where i hope that nancy could come back to me.”

“are you fucking serious, are you hearing yourself right now? what is it all for- can’t you see that i’m right here. stop waiting for someone who isn’t going to chase you, steve.”

you started reaching out to him, trying to hold him while you begin to cry in frustration. your pleases didn’t seem to matter at all to him. he didn’t even uncross his arms as you cried into him.

“what did i do wrong. what am i doing wrong? is it because i’m not her. am i not enough.”

he couldn’t say anything. what could he even say? it’s like you were speaking to a brick wall as you cried and hit his chest. you were powerless beneath him.

“i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate you steve harrington. i hate you for making me feel this pain.”

your words were nothing. he took a deep breath and stood back. you fell to your knees and cried in frustration. gripping the carpet floor. steve hated himself for not feeling anything for you. he hated that he couldn’t do anything. the best thing he could do was leave you. he left you behind.

left you on the street like you were nothing more then trash. he regrets it till this day. he regrets not noticing the feelings he has for you. he regrets not being the one to hold you.

“man, they look happy don’t they, steve?” robin nudges steve’s shoulder as he goes through the vhs’. he looks up in the direction where robin is looking. he felt a familiar ping of pain in his heart.

you were there. you were in the horror movie isle. with your partner. the two of you seemed happy. the way your partner held you from behind while you laugh against them made him feel both sad and upset. angry that it wasn’t him with you. angry that it hurts to even look at you.

you slowly make eye contact with steve. your face drops a little seeing him. and it hurts him. he’s the first to look away and go back to sorting the vhs’. robin couldn’t believe steve right now. she could only shake her in disappointment.

“you could’ve gotten that bag, steve. she is a literal keeper. i’m gonna be honest, she is hot. and you managed to mess up that bag. you idiot.”

“look i know- there’s nothing i can do now. it’s too late.”

“it’s never too late, you just have to like- pray for their downfall. and when she’s all sad you swoop in and save her like some knight in shining armor.”

“robin, that’s not how thi��“

“hey, can we get these two movies?”

your partners voice speaks as they set the movies down on the counter.

“hm, labyrinth and friday the 13th. cool movies, haven’t seen labyrinth yet, right robin?”

“mm you’re very right steve, you should let us know what it’s like when you guys bring it back.”

she smiles at you, and you give her a soft smile back.

“yeah, totally. we’ll let you know all about it. thanks you guys. see ya.”

“take care, (y/n).”

“you take care too, steve.”

he sighs to himself as he watches you leave with the vhs’ as and you walk away hand in hand with your partner.

this was a different kind of pain that steve hasn’t felt before.

he didn’t like the feeling. the feeling of loving you, when you don’t love him back. he feels stupid for not being there for you when you needed him.

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this one hurt tbh- i related to both steve and reader 💔but maybe i will add a part 2 to this 😱and maybe they both get each other in the very end hehe,,

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Cherry Magic

Liveblogging my CM re-watch in anticipation of the movie LOL

It’s fun that Kurosawa reacts to Adachi’s fall before we meet him

“So, you are a virgin?” “Not so loud!” I know they’re establishing the premise of the show, but kgkjgh isn’t this guy Adachi’s superior? Where is the HR department at this stationery company LOL

The premise, for anyone wondering, is that that if you’re not sexually active by age 30, you will develop magical powers. It’s a much more sincere and lovely show than you might think based on that description

“I’ve fallen in love before.” I didn’t notice this the first time I watched this, but they really do drop that Adachi has some kind of romantic history and then never, ever mention it again

Adachi, unsolicited, about Kurosawa, thinking that this is an envy thing: His smile is blinding. He is so handsome. I fantasize about him in different sports uniforms. I think about this such a normal amount. Anyway. Back to work! 

Of the three times I’ve watched this episode, this is the first time I realized Romance Writer Tsuge’s name appears this early in the show. Also I forgot his name was Masato

“No way, I can really use magic now?” I admire Adachi’s faith in magic. If I started hearing voices everywhere I went, I think I’d assume I was having a mental breakdown: 

“Who’s that lucky girl that our extremely popular Kurosawa likes?” Adachi’s little smile about Kurosawa’s thoughts before he realizes what’s happening is very cute

“Maybe everything that happened so far, like my ability to read minds, is just a delusion, and those are auditory hallucinations. There’s no way Kurosawa likes someone like me.” INCREDIBLE that Adachi was willing to believe in virginity-touch-telepathy-magic for a full week until he bumps into Kurosawa and hears that he has a crush on Adachi and THEN Adachi was like ‘Unrealistic. Blocked.’

"I was just thinking you’re kind of amazing,” said Adachi to Kurosawa, for literally just sorting papers. Get you a man that will mentally compliment you literally every time he looks at you 

Kurosawa said: I will see that barrage of mental compliments and raise you, four MORE

They really do keep you hooked with immediately sending Adachi to Kurosawa’s house at the end of EP1

Adachi upon seeing that Kurosawa has one (1) houseplant: What’s with all the glamour in this room!!

“I bought these pyjamas thinking they’d suit Adachi, but to have him actually wear them...” There’s a certain level of bald-faced confidence in this act from Kurosawa, considering they weren’t even friends until now lmao

Kurosawa said: Plan for the boyfriend you want to have, not the co-worker you do!

Also Kurosawa’s vaguely lustful mental montages about Adachi in pyjamas do make me laugh a little

“If I knew [how to react], I wouldn’t be a virgin for 30 years.” Hear me out. Hear me out. There is a SLIGHT implication here that if Adachi was better with responding to flirting, he might’ve fucked Kurosawa this very night

I really do appreciate that they go out of their way to emphasize that Kurosawa would not do anything to harm Adachi. I’ve seen some hard-to-swallow tropes in this sphere and Cherry Magic said that’s not us

Neither Adachi nor Kurosawa being able to sleep well because they stay up thinking about each other is v sweet:

“He’s so refreshing so early in the morning.” This particular compliment HAS to come across less oddly in Japanese LOL

“I’ll have to ask him for advice,” said Adachi, about to ask for romantic feedback from the most awkward person he knows

Although, in fairness to Tsuge, he does warn Adachi several times that he’s not the person to go to for romantic advice

“If it were Fujisaki-san who likes me, perhaps I wouldn’t be this troubled? No, I would probably still be troubled.” That’s bisexuality baybeee. Can vouch that all romantic directions can be equally troubling

It’s not like. Confirmed-confirmed in the show that Adachi is bi, but I think it’s sort of implied through the mention that he has been in love before, while Kurosawa seems to be the first time he’s romantically considered men! 

One thing I also love is that the romantic ails between Kurosawa and Adachi are NOT related to internalized homophobia. The fact they’re both men is mentioned on occasion, but only in reference to other people and how they might think. Their romantic story is FULLY about their own self-concepts

“I just want to see Adachi. I want hear his voice. I’d like him to smile if possible. Adachi wouldn’t want anything more than this.” KUROSAWAAA

“I can’t just... ignore it.” ADACHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Adachi summoning up all the courage in his body to ask Kurosawa to dinner only for their ENTIRE office to join them is peak romcom energy. Look at the face he makes at Rokkaku. This is quite possibly the maddest he is over the course of the whole show:

“Am I giving him the wrong idea?” asked Adachi to himself, after literally responding to Kurosawa’s romantic feelings by asking him out

Adachi just running to the bathroom whenever things get a little too much for him is very relatable 

When Adachi finds out that Rokkaku actually didn’t want this party and immediately finds an excuse to get him out of the party. It’s not just that he has magic, it’s his good heart 🥺💗 I love him

Meanwhile, we check in with Romance Writer Tsuge, who has, in the course of a half-hour, found out he too has Magical Virgin Telepathy AND has the hots for his deliveryman

Kurosawa noticing Adachi is worried about being dared to kiss him and redirects to kiss his forehead while mentally apologizing 🥺🥺🥺 I love them both

The way Kurosawa’s smile drops as he turns around always gets me 

“I didn’t hate... your kiss.” Adachi going out of his way to explain that even though even though he was worried about kissing, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to kiss Kurosawa 💞💞💞

Rooftop romance: 

I gotta say, there is something funny about Adachi being the one to instigate him and Kurosawa getting involved twice in a row (asking him to dinner, implying that he wouldn’t mind kissing him) and then going: 🚨💥🚨 WEE OO WEE OO I AM AFRAID OF ROMANCE WEE OO WEE OO 🚨💥🚨

“Or rather, Kurosawa was deep inside me all at once.” There HAS TO BE phrasing for this feeling with less innuendo LMAO

HAHAHAHAHAHA how does everyone at Adachi’s office building not think he’s insane for slamming his head against the elevator. At least Tsuge was at home

“He’s [one of] the flashy ‘party people’ kind I hate.” Seems a lot of judgement for someone who has only ever handed you deliveries, Tsuge. Is this purely cause he’s blond LOL

“I want to know more about him, but I still chickened out.” Rome(ance) wasn’t built in a day, Adachi 

Not disagreeing with you on how much fun you can have being single, Adachi, but I do think you happen to already be balls deep in romance:

“If you think that such a cute girl likes you, wouldn’t your heart beat faster than this?” Not when you already have feelings for someone elseeee

“This is the reason for the fear I’ve been feeling all along. I’m afraid of going any deeper and being a disappointment.” Adachi realizing the root of his romantic reservations are thinking he’s not good enough for Kurosawa ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Sweet man

I do love the reveal that Fujisaki is ace. When I first watched it, I did think for a second she was saying she liked Adachi in the elevator but actually she was just confirming: Gay rights! Solidarity! Yeehaw

“Rather than doing nothing, I want to do whatever I can.” KUROSAWAAAAAA 

Adachi learning that Kurosawa is worried about pushing Adachi away by being too present and immediately assuring him verbally that he appreciates his presence 💖💖

“‘From what I can see, Fujisaki-san is working hard. She looks happy every day, so don’t worry.’ I will tell your mother that.” ADACHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Underrated moment: Adachi throwing all of his things at Urabe for no real reason as he marches over to help Kurosawa. His desk is on the way!!! Lmaoooo

Adachi using his magic intentionally to help Kurosawa with work troubles and growing more confident in his ability to help people <3 

Every time Romance Writer Tsuge and Flashy Minato interact I cannot help but think of this post 

“The real reason I’m able to take a step forward like this, is because Kurosawa fell in love with me.” Get you a relationship that makes you strive to be more confident and work towards your goals 

The first tip-off that this woman is not Kurosawa’s ex should have been that Rokkaku is the one who said it. He is by far the least observant person on this show

Adachi’s jealousy dream sequence about them makes me uncomfy, knowing she’s actually Kurosawa’s sister kjhgkjghkjgh

“It’s people like that who seem so natural next to Kurosawa,” said Adachi, like he’s not also hot 

Incredible how Adachi micro-dosing hallucinogens by drinking like six bottles of cough syrup bc he’s upset at the prospect Kurosawa MIGHT have had a girlfriend ONCE is not a giant waving flag to himself that he has caught feelings lmaooo. The only mind he is unable to read is his own 

“I will feel sad if Kurosawa has a change of heart.” You’re so close, Adachi 🤏

The little relieved expression when Adachi finds out she’s his sister 💖

Adachi’s surprise that Kurosawa wants to take care of him when he’s sick instead of thinking lustful thoughts never fails to get me

“You can stay here as long as you like.” Adachi inviting Kurosawa to stay with him indefinitely and then immediately freaking out bc Kurosawa imagines them making dinner and doing laundry together. Maybe the real magic was Kurosawa’s ability to break through this fear of commitment hahahahah

At least once a week Adachi does something to initiate closeness between them and then the 🚨💥🚨 WEE OO WEE OO 🚨💥🚨 starts again

Adachi inviting Coworker Rokkaku over to avoid the romantic consequences of his own actions and then the scene immediately cutting to Tsuge saying, “Love makes people stupid,” is poetic cinema 

I’m glad that Romance Writer Tsuge wasn’t rewarded for his strategy of asking for deliveries every hour to see his crush LOL

“An uncle like you getting heart flutters creeps me out.” The wild vibes between Minato and Tsuge is also enhanced by the fact that Minato looks like he’s 22 at best and Tsuge emits the vibes of someone who is 30 going on 47 

Presented without commentary:

I think of all of the ways they could handle the fact they’re dealing with boundary issues, Kurosawa tucking Adachi in and then reaching towards his cheek and while Adachi is fully aware of that decides to pull away from Kurosawa is the best possible way they could handle it. The scene still sits heavy on me, but I think it’s well-done. It also kind of shows that Kurosawa is on his last straw for holding back his feelings

I am also realizing it is immediate foreshadowing for the confession scene when they both do the same thing

“If it were me, I’d be so happy.” Kurosawaaaaaaaaaa

“I’ve got to stop him from leaving. But what do I do after I stop him?” TELL HIM YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW HIM ADACHI, LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SAYING TO YOURSELF FOR 6 EPISODES

Kurosawa’s face falling after he confesses always feels so oof. He never wants to show people when he’s hurt so he waits until he’s far enough away from Adachi to let go

It’s very good acting, but the fact that Kurosawa’s main difficulty in life is that he’s so handsome that no one ever thinks about his personality makes me laugh:

(🎶 Hot girls we have problems too, we’re just like you, except we’re hot 🎶)

“We could do with more young guys.” President Matsura is icky

“Drink up, you’re a man.” Everything about Matsura is the worst. Get got

PARK BENCH ROMANCE:

Kurosawa after Adachi tells him he is allowed to be vulnerable one (1) time: I am going to keep this man in my heart forever

What I also like about this flashback sequence is that it shows that Adachi has always had this desire and ability to comfort people, and that these powers are just one new way to facilitate a talent he already had

“It didn’t take long for me to fall for him.” It is also sweet that Kurosawa’s feelings are not a recent thing, because it doubles down on it being about who Adachi is 💓

“Before I knew it, I was searching for Kurosawa. I was thinking of Kurosawa. The next thing I knew, my mind was full of Kurosawa. That’s right! I...” He got there eventually!!

LOVE that as Kurosawa agrees that he understands it’s easier to just be coworkers, Adachi firmly tells him, “Listen to me,” as he’s about to confess. Parallels to the previous rooftop scene where Kurosawa tries to give him an out, and Adachi refuses it and makes sure that Kurosawa knows his feelings: 

“Maybe I became a magic user... so that I can touch his heart.” 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 

What’s also nice about this line is that Kurosawa has already said in this same episode that Adachi touched his heart YEARS before now. The magic only brought awareness to Kurosawa’s feelings. But it is so, so sweet that Adachi thinks the main purpose or blessing of his powers is getting closer to Kurosawa 

“Does that mean... I can go to your place?” I like how quickly Kurosawa pivots to flirting with Adachi at each and every opportunity as soon as he finds out their love is requited

We now revisit the plight of Romance Writer Tsuge as he crashes their date

Fujisaki and Tsuge noticing Kurosawa and Adachi making googly eyes at each other at work and home respectively kjghkjgh

Meanwhile, Kurosawa watching Tsuge and Adachi have an entirely telepathic conversation and thinking maybe that they’re just both very socially awkward

Kurosawa’s mental poem about Adachi kjhgkjghk in a show about magical virginity telepathy, it is perhaps the most embarrassing thing that happens the whole time, surprisingly. I love it regardless

I won’t lie to you, I had a hard time recognizing Rokkaku the first time because of his Weekend Hairstyle and Outfit LMAO 

“That’s a nice name.” “What? You didn’t know his name? That’s funny.” HHAHAHA Flashy Minato going from Tsuge not knowing his name on EP8 to having sex with him in EP9 or smth is HILARIOUS

Hahahaha Adachi asking Kurosawa if he can read minds is also him simultaneously asking Kurosawa if he is a virgin

“What’s with you, Uncle?” “....Uncle?” The funniest part of this episode is how upset Kurosawa is when he gets called Ossan hahaha

The smile Adachi gives Kurosawa before he decides to tell Tsuge they’re together ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 💗💗💗💗💗💗:

The hand-holding while smiling and thinking affectionately at each other is really coming for my entire brand of things that I enjoy. All I am is two queer people in a trenchcoat in mutual understanding and companionship, holding hands

I don’t actually care that much that the protagonists don’t get a kiss, but it IS wild that the people they choose to have the first kiss on this show are Flashy Minato and his rude ex, with the world’s most closed-mouth, mouth-hovering, not-even-wanted-by-the-main-character-in-narrative kiss just so Tsuge can have yet another mental breakdown lmao

“It’s been 9 days since we started dating. It can get confusing at times, but days like this aren’t too bad.” Adachi literally counting the days. He is in looooove 

He is so noticeably happy that his colleagues comment on it and he has to try to keep himself from smiling when texting Kurosawa:

Shout-out to Udon the Cat, caught in the middle of Romance Writer Tsuge and Flashy Minato’s delivery divorce

Kurosawa eating a grain of rice off of Adachi’s face like they’re not in the middle of their office cafeteria and Adachi thanking him for it like that was a normal thing to do kghjghjghkjghg. Pick a lane about hiding your relationship or not!! [Tsuge voice] Love makes you stupid 

The now-more-than-vaguely-lustful mental montages about Adachi in nightwear have returned

Adachi said: 🚨💥 WEE OO WEE OO THE FEAR IS BACK 🚨💥

"Is it really okay for me to be here? I don’t know what’s going on at all.” “It’s okay. I don’t know what’s going on either.” Relationships are built on common ground. Also Rokkaku drinking iced coffee in a rage behind them really adds to the vibes

“It’s because he’s gay, isn’t it?” said Rokkaku, not aware he is in a room full of entirely men who are in love with other men 

Minato: I’m part of the LGBTQ community, and this is my best friend Rokkaku. He’s an ally. Talk, Rokkaku

Rokkaku, rugby tackling Tsuge: ALLY!

HAHAHAHA I don’t know that I remembered that Tsuge just goes, “I was avoiding Minato, but not for homophobic reasons,” and then just runs away without explaining ANYTHING to Rokkaku. How did the rest of this hang-out go for the other three

Minato, texting Rokkaku the next morning: Not homophobic. Just homosexual  

This is nothing against Tsuge, but that Minato responds to this screamed confession with, “You are cute, huh,” and decides to sleep with him immediately is a reason I think Minato should see a therapist:

“It might be none of my business, but you looked like you were interested.” Kurosawa encouraging Adachi to go for his stationery contest dreams but phrasing it so it’s about what Adachi wants, not what Kurosawa thinks he should do 💕💕💕💕

“I might really like him a lot.” When they hold one another in the street swaying thinking about how much they like each other 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 It’s a nice show

Minato and Tsuge really kiss like they don’t want it on their IMDb page hahahahaha

Shout-out once again to Udon, who bears witness to this coupling

“Although they use the word ‘loss’ you will lose anything.” Tsuge said there’s no slut-shaming in this household 

“No, I don’t mind [losing my virginity] if it’s with Kurosawa... Hey, why am I getting all fuzzy inside? Focus on the competition now! Oh, but... No, I have to do my best. Yes, but..” I love Adachi’s Kurosawa-addled brain, it is very funny

Lmao @ Kurosawa and Adachi spending what seems like every day together and Kurosawa still calling this a practice date

“Do you want to practice for our date?” HAHAHA I forgot that Adachi immediately does the same thing and takes Kurosawa out too. To repeat a joke I have definitely already said: 

Kurosawa and Adachi at their wedding altar: Will you practice marry me? 

“If you aren’t having fun too, then it’s pointless having a date. When you are with me, I want you have fun and smile.” Adachi reminding Kurosawa his feelings are just as important as Adachi’s 💞💞💞💞💞

“Sometimes, you should also depend on me. I like you when you’re perfect, but around me, I hope you will relax a bit more.” IN LOVE WITH THE WAY THEY CONSCIOUSLY AND UNCONSCIOUSLY RESPOND TO EACH OTHER’S NEEDS

Adachi’s guilt over accidentally knowing too much bc of his powers and responding to Kurosawa’s thoughts out loud ahhhhhh 

“All this while, whenever I needed to [know someone’s feelings], I just had to touch them,” said Tsuge, like he ever sees anyone other than Adachi or Minato kjglkjg

I LOVE Adachi and Kurosawa’s training montage for the stationery competition. It makes me happy that they actually incorporated their field of work hahaha. Also I love public speaking. Sue me, I was a Debate Kid

At times like this the props/art department must be grateful for the brevity of kanji because it would probably be incredibly difficult to spell out “Believe in yourself” in seaweed in many a European language

AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE this episode is so hard on my heart. Adachi’s magic is kind of like Clark Kent’s football career. It’s not his doing that he has this ability, but it does really change the playing field for everyone involved

Like, is it his fault he was next to the President of the Department on an elevator? No, but it did change the outcome of his presentation. Adachi :((((

“I don’t really know that. Teach me.” Of all the ways Adachi could start this conversation, asking Kurosawa to fuck the powers out of him is truly one of the wildest routes

Nothing has even happened yet but watching Kurosawa think so highly of Adachi while Adachi thinks so lowly of himself 😭😭😭😭

“I don’t think you’re lying. You’re speaking so earnestly. You can’t be lying.” I’ve always thought that Kurosawa takes this news so remarkably well. This man only has nice thoughts

“I want you to make a decision that wouldn’t cause you pain.” KUROSAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

What kills me about this break-up is that it is not because they are incompatible, or any hurt between them, but because they love each other so much, want to do right by each other. Kurosawa wants so badly to give Adachi what he needs, but is self-sacrificing in the process, so he gives Adachi an out in the belief it would be least painful for Adachi. Adachi wants so badly to connect with Kurosawa, but lacks the self-esteem to believe he can provide that without his magic, and so he takes that out in his belief that he is sparing Kurosawa from his own failings. Heartbreaking!!

“You’re easy to read. Both you and Kurosawa-kun,” said Fujisaki, unaware that mind-reading is a very touchy subject for Adachi at this time

I love that Fujisaki is both Adachi and Kurosawa’s safe work friend to talk about their relationship with. They are not good at hiding their feelings so it’s nice they have someone to turn to:

“He said the air has been tense between his seniors lately.” You know your office vibes are off when Rokkaku is the one who notices jkgkghkgjh

“If you get wrong, you can always talk it out. You can slowly get to know him like this.” Romance Writer Tsuge finally has some good romantic advice 

ADACHI SAYING HE WILL KEEP TRYING TO KNOW MORE ABOUT KUROSAWA WHILE KUROSAWA REMINDS ADACHI THAT HIS LOVE HIS NOTHING TO DO WITH MAGIC 😭😭😭💗💗💗

We are back to Kurosawa’s balls-to-the-wall confidence. They don’t even think they’ve been on a date yet, but he is ready with a proposal at this Semi-Spontaneous Rooftop Romance Reunion 

“Please, be with me forever.” “Yes!” Shoot for the moon, and you will land on the roof engaged to your lover watching fireworks set off by your kind-hearted coworkers on Christmas eve:

It is so sweet and funny that Kurosawa and Adachi’s “morning after” clothes are full white undershirts and sweatpants. They are incredibly in their 30s hahahaha

I am almost certainly in the minority here, but I do enjoy that they close the elevators on them about to kiss. I love a cheeky little, you fill in the blanks kind of moment - it’s kind of like, “this is not for you, this is for us” which I enjoy

Plus, given the other kisses in this show that we do see: Not having it directed that same way is probably for the best hahahaha 

Also: They will never stop being romantic at work jflkjflkjf. Everybody in their whole office must know hahahaha 

It is a good show!!! Definitely in my favourites of all time 

Bonus Special Ep 13

I love that Kurosawa, one-year pre-dating, was like, “How can I give Adachi a Valentine’s Day chocolate in the least gay way possible?” And decided to chuck them at him from the other end of the room while saying it was because he didn’t like sweets

A far cry from the confidence of buying the Adachi-sized silk pyjamas 

“Someone gave Adachi true love chocolates?” thought Kurosawa, not considering for even a second that the chocolates at Adachi’s desks could be for him, the person who is dating Adachi

The funniest thing about this episode is that Kurosawa has literally a desk full of chocolate from being Too Handsome To Live, and Adachi does not let that stop him as he gives Kurosawa his gift

Kurosawa’s words about not liking sweets have come back to bite him in the ass through Adachi’s chili pepper true love chocolate

Adachi: Don’t tell me you don’t like spicy stuff.

Kurosawa, choking back tears through a mouthful: No, not at all. I love them! 

Adachi, laughing: You must be lying. 

Kurosawa, absolutely lying, still choking: Nope, I love it. 

“Kurosawa is super handsome inside and out.” U right, Rokkaku. Said it earlier but this man only has nice thoughts

Rokkaku using everyone of his braincells to figure out what’s going on between Kurosawa and Adachi like these two don’t make googly eyes at each other all day and kiss in their office elevator

Ghjghkjgh Rokkaku spending all of his time with Adachi and Kurosawa popping up from the shadows cause he’s not a fan of Rokkaku trying to date his boyfriend:

“Kurosawa-san and Adachi-san are... They are working together... to nurture and groom me!” Rokkaku said: How can I make this relationship about me

Though, in fairness to Rokkaku, most of Kurosawa’s threatening aura is delivered through cryptic sales advice

Rokkaku at their wedding: I can’t believe they’ve decided to support my sales career together for the rest of their lives 💗💗💗

[sanzuslover]

daddy tonight

shigaraki tomura x all mights daughter reader

warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, death threats, misogyny?, kidnapping, non-con, domestic abuse, daddy kink, ect.

<3

you were all might’s daughter, everyone fancied you, you shined bright like the stars. shigaraki hated you so much, you were 2 years younger than him, 18, yet you were still a popular and successful hero.

you were ridiculously hot, but that wasn’t all…you were literally his most hated hero daughter, shigaraki had been stalking you ever since you were 14, he was young too so he didn’t see anything wrong with it.

it was a miracle how he didn’t decay you, he could if he wanted to, maybe when you were younger but definitely not now, now you were a hero a real hero and not one in training.

he had smelled your panties and stolen your belongings in various occasions but you never seemed to notice— of course someone like you wouldn’t.

shigaraki wrote everything down about you, he studied and observed you a lot, but lately he can’t since you turned 18 and there’s a lot of other men dying to marry you, who wouldn’t wanna marry all might’s daughter?

ever since you turned 18, you’ve been acting like those dumb whores he hated, shigaraki is a man who is always busy so he still is a virgin, it made him mad how there’s a small possibility that you aren’t one.

it would be unfair he thought to himself, he waited all these years for you yet all you did was go on live tv and show the whole world your very tight hero suit and that cute innocent little face.

you always blushed when being interviewed, he thought it was cute but only him should see you like that, you always looked so needy, like a whore.

he could tell you were a daddy’s girl, always whining and crying when things didn’t go the way you wanted them to— he thought you and him both had that in common.

•

its 6:38 pm as shigaraki plays with his cock, he keeps on stroking his manhood till he cums all over your face, well the poster in his room that has your face on it.

“i actually am dating someone!” you say

shigaraki almost broke his scarred neck and he looked over to the tv screen and saw you and a man…what? what could you be doing with him? shigarki couldn’t understand.

you smile and blush at the camera and the man puts his hands around your waist, he brings his handsome face close to yours and kisses you, you of course kiss him back, the lady interviewing you cheer you both on.

shigaraki hands fly to his neck and he starts scratching and crying at what he’s seeing right now, how dare you? how dare you (name)? he still can’t understand why.

“…this brat…i need to go now!” shigaraki yells.

he grabs his coat and leaves the new lov hideout, he doesn’t know why but he feels he has been a little too nice to you, you’re taking him for granted.

shigaraki arrives and waits for you, its early and he knows for a fact that you’ll be here late so he just waits in your house, he decayed your front door.

•

you were a bit drunk and your boyfriend senju had left you, you get in your car and drive back to your house, your dress was so tight it made you mad so you took it off.

you prayed and begged nobody saw you like this, what would people say if they say all might’s daughter with only a bra and panties, they were sexy too.

it was late at night so you could barely see and so it made you calm down a bit since you were almost naked, you went in your bag searching for your keys but almost died as you say your door…it was gone?

“hah what the hell” you whisper to yourself and walked in

you wish you didn’t since now someone was chaining you with some anti-quirk chains, you screamed at the person but they only laughed, the lights were turned off so you couldn’t see them.

“S-STOP Y-YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING???! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM” you said

the person— man now laughs and your stomach now hurts from it, he was a villain, you could tell with that laugh of his, he came close to your ear, his hot breath hit your ear.

“of course i know who you are (name)” he said slowly

you screamed and started moving trying to fight against him but it didn’t work, he only laughed at how pathetic you looked trying to push him off.

“come here, i won’t hurt you” he whispered in your ear and you just cried and closed your eyes

he grabbed you and pulled you up the stairs where your room was at, he laid you down on your bed and locked the door, he then turned on the light.

you instantly cried when you saw him, he was the villain who invaded ua— the school your dad worked with. he started laughing like a psychopath.

“…that face, ive waited years to see you like that” he said and sized you up and down

you shook your head and cried even more.

“i can’t believe you became such a slut, wearing that really? are you trying to provoke me?” he said as he walked closer to you, he touched your hair with 3 of his fingers

“…(name) do you know who i am?” he asked

“…y-yes” you told him

“no, do you know who i REALLY am?” he asked and looked you in the eyes

you only shook your head and he smiled at that, he started taking his shirt and pants off, you looked at him confused, he was getting naked.

“s-stop!” you told him

you started to move around but shigaraki quickly sat on top of you, he looked at you and you cringed, you shook your head ‘no’ and he laughed.

he grabbed your face with 4 fingers and looked you in the eyes, your eyes looked so innocent and pleading to him, he creepily smiled when you started gagging.

“hahahahah hahahah, so…you smelled me right? i haven’t showered in weeks!” he told you in a mean manner

you gagged and looked at him as if he was the ugliest creature ever to exist.

“plwease ewa you’re so smelly! and ugly! get off me!” you screamed and cried but shigaraki had enough of you

he slapped you and pulled down your panties, he started pumping his 2 bony fingers into you in a unpleasant and fast manner, you cried even more.

“S-STOWPP!” you yelled

“hah, don’t you EVER treat me like that bitch or i’ll kill you!” he yelled back at you

you gasped and looked at him with a scared face, he was threatening to kill you…he wouldn’t do it right? he could end your life with all 5 of his fingers, it terrified you.

“n-no s-sorry…” you whispered and shook your head trying to convince him

“im going to hurt you real bad if you act all naughty now” he warned you

you started to cry and moan when he kept on scissoring you with his fingers, he did it so rough and to his surprise you were really tight, he smiled at this.

he started kissing your cunt and he pulled his fingers out of you, you felt empty and he chuckled when he saw your disappointed face.

he kept on kissing and tongue fucking your pussy so hard and good that you couldn’t stop crying and moaning, this was like heaven to him.

“you like it don’t ya” he asked you

you moaned and cried out to him but this made him mad, what did you do wrong? you should be the one mad, not him.

“when i ask a question you answer me…got that!” he slightly yelled at you

“mhm!” you screamed and cried when he slapped your pussy, it hurts so much.

“s-sir shigaraki” you said and he slapped your pussy again, causing you to moan and cry

“it’s tenko” he said

“h-huh?” you asked, he looked at you and told you

“i said call me tenko” he said and then started rubbing his fingers up and down your cunt.

“ah~uh” you moaned

“imagine what all might must think if he saw you like this…getting fingered by a villain…” he evilly stated

you started crying and screaming at the thought of that, you were a hero…getting fingered by a villain, a villain who hates your dad, how disappointing.

shigaraki turned you around and pushed his dick all the way up your pussy, he then grabbed your hair and whispered in your ear

“your daddy must be proud don’t ya think?” he whispered

you shook your head ‘no’

“doesn’t matter cause from now on im your daddy” he laughed and pulled your hair even more

“w-what do you want ah~” you moaned

“y-you” shigaraki was slightly out of breath, your body looked so perfect like this, all for him.

“w-what do you mean?” you nervously questioned

“you know w-what i mean ah” he moaned as he started slamming faster into you, your ass bounced on his belly and he smiled at this.

“so good~” he whispered

“ah AH t-there!” you moaned and whined, shigaraki groaned.

“so fucking good for me ngh” he moaned, yet all you could think about was your father, it was killing you.

you were getting off to a villain fucking you, how disgusting. you should be ashamed of yourself, what if he came in you?

“hey pay attention bitch!” shigaraki snapped his fingers at you “can’t believe you’re ignoring me”

“s-sowy” you cried and shigaraki pulled out and flipped you over, his hair hitting your face, he was sweating and so were you.

you’re cheeks and lips were red, his cheeks were red too. he then started to put his very long veiny dick in your pussy, he groaned.

“ah~ yes… a woman like you deserves to be treated like a slut…not a hero” he told you as he looked you directly in the eyes, his look was so intimidating.

you whined when he said that, you knew, well more like you believed that if you were a boy all might and everyone else would be way more proud of you.

“i-its hurts s-sir tenko” you whined for him and he started aggressively slamming his hips into you “AHHH~ T-TENKO!”

“mhm i knew you would like this, you’re such a dirty girl, call me daddy” he groaned out, he watched as your tits moved up and down, so hot.

you thought about it, he’s literally fucking you without your permission! he came and disintegrated your door, it was expensive! how will your dad react to thi-

“AGH NGHH D-DADDY, TENKO S-STAWP” you moaned with tears in your eyes and shigaraki drooled all over your tits and stomach, it was so nasty.

“mhm, my good girl, i see you’re learning your place…” he said and a feeling inside your stomach started growing, it felt so hot and you knew what was gonna happen.

“im g-gonna i-ima cum!” you moan out and cum on his dick, your pussy clenched around his dick in a filthy way, how file of you.

“uh-uh what a bad girl…and here i thought you were behaving good” shigaraki told you with a dry laugh, your eyes widened in fear as his hand came to grab your neck.

with tears in your eyes you looked up to him, his bloody eyes were staring into your soul, you started shaking and gasping for air, you thought he was going to kill you.

“i could kill you right now if i wanted to…” he told you and looked down to your red glossy lips “but i won’t…never”.

he forcefully kissed you and you allowed him to since you were scared he was going to disintegrate you, it was a horrifying thought.

he moaned into the kiss, he was waiting for this, to feel your lips on his, even if it was by force…he doesn’t regret anything at all, he loves it all.

with his free hand, he started playing with your right breast, he pinched your nipples and you opened your mouth to protest but shigaraki just inserted his tongue into your mouth.

you arched your back and started kissing him back, the feeling was good but it was bad, this felt like a sin, a very dirty and taunting sin.

he then let go off your neck, and allowed you to finally breathe, it felt good but then he started pulling it in, again, you both moaned.

he started moving, it hurt, he was going a little too fast and the look in his face scared you, he looked as if he going to kill you, what did you do wrong?

tomura had remembered why he even came here…because of that damn tall handsome male, he was jealous and he lost control, something in him was telling him to punish you— that you deserved this.

“you know, i was mad at you…no…i AM mad at you! how dare you go with that brat…he doesn’t deserve you, no one does!” he screamed at you with angry eyes, he then started pulling out of you.

“w-wha-“ you tried to talk but he shushed you and sat on the right side of the bed, he grabbed a fist full of your hair and looked at you in the eyes while talking.

“i spent almost my whole life loving you! and this…this is how you repay me! how embarrassing of me to fall in love with the daughter of the person i most hate in the world! i hate everything and everyone!”

you shook at his words, your tears were falling down your face like a lake, your lashes were wet and scalp was in pain, he was gripping your hair a bit too tight.

“i’ll kill him, everyone! him, your dad, all of them!” he screamed and then started crying.

“don’t you understand…? these heroes, your dad, they don’t love you! i did and do everything for you! yet all you is be ungrateful, i’ll make you learn!”

he pulled you by the hair and off the bed, he pushed you on your knees and forced your mouth opened, you started crying even more and trying to stand up but couldn’t when he pushed his dick all the way in your mouth, down to your throat.

“a-ah yes…now you’re being useful! you need to understand that im the only person who loves you” he said and you looked up to him through your thick lashes and rosy cheeks.

you looked so cute, like always, he thought he could take a picture of you and so he let go of your hair and grabbed his phone that was on the bed, you started shaking and asking questions but he just shut you up with his dick, again.

“i love you but you gotta learn” he said and started pushing your head up and down…faster and faster until he came, it felt so good and he pulled out to let some of his cum fall on your face.

“aww don’t look at me like that, smile, all heroes smile right!?” he said and slapped you when you didn’t smile, you cried and obeyed him this time.

“good good…” he said as he took a picture of you with a sad smile, you looked so hot, all for him, oh and your dad.

“i wonder what all might would say if he saw this…” shigaraki tormented you, you cried and begged him not to show anyone the picture.

“t-tenko p-pwease n-no…” you cried and crawled to him, he looked down on you and kissed you, you kissed back, scared.

he picked you up and sat you on the bed, he told you to go to sleep, but you shook your head ‘no’.

“(name), i said go to sleep” he said as he walked over to you, he got a blanket and covered you with it, he didn’t take off the chains on your wrists.

“…i w-won’t tell anyone about this…just please…don’t show my dad that picture, tenko” you looked at him with sad eyes.

“…okay” he whispered

shigaraki wanted to laugh in your face but, he decided to be nice and so he turned off the lights, and waited for you to go to sleep, and so when you did, he turned on his phone.

everything was going to be so good now, he’ll finally have you, he’s going to cum in you and breed you, he knows you’ll be a great mom.

he laughed at the thought of how all might and everyone would react to this, what expression would all might do if he saw your belly growing, his grandchildren will be the children of a villain, the one who hates him the most.

shigaraki looked at your beautiful sleeping face and smiled, he planted a kissed on your forehead and looked for all might’s number on his phone, he had it since he stalked you.

he clicked on it and send it to him, shigaraki laughed at this, would you get in trouble? doesn’t matter cause tonight he’s your daddy.

{end}

[yanderecrazysie]

Hii Bestie !!

I wondering if I could request the Yandere Alphabet for Bokuto if you haven’t done that already.

💜

HEY BESTIE! I'd love to! Bokuto reminds me so much of an overeager puppy- it's precious-

Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

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Warnings: yandere themes, slight mentions of marking and spanking

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it? 💖 Bokuto is the epitome of affectionate. This boy wants to cuddle, kiss, hold hands, WHATEVER he can do 24/7. 💖 Although he'll want to cuddle against you and hold you bone-crushingly close, this boy can also get a little rough. His kisses can be kind of bruising and he'll want to mark up your neck a lot. B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why? 🔪 Although I can picture Bokuto being willing to fight anyone who wants to hurt you or take you away, I actually can't see him trying to kill anyone. He's pretty sure he's the best of the best, so it's not like any of those other guys can steal you away from HIM! C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them? 💔 Bokuto wouldn't mock you. In fact, he'd just be over the MOON about having you with him. You'd be smothered in kisses and crushed in his hugs. He's not going to want to make you feel bad! 💔 Bokuto is the BEST at taking care of you! He knows everything you love and he's willing to get/do ANYTHING just for you! D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them? 💭 Bokuto is very, very delusional. Like, this boy sees a perfect future with you and he has no doubts that you're both going to get there soon. 💭 He's like the greatest??? You couldn't turn HIM down! He's the amazing ace- Akaashi thinks he's great so you do too! Right? Of course! E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them? 💧 Bokuto doesn't shut up about his feelings. Going into emo mode? Check. Whining about how much he needs your attention? Check. Letting you know just how much he adores you? Check. 💧 They talk about being an open book but Bokuto is a book you'd want to CLOSE after a while. Like seriously- he. Won't. Shut. Up. F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back? 👊 Cue "kicked-puppy" noise. He's going to stare up at you with wide, watering eyes. You've gotta be completely heartless if you don't feel the TINIEST bit of guilt when you see his heartbroken expression. 👊 "I-it's okay (Y/n), I forgive you, I love you, please don't fight me, please..." he's all but begging you, even after you stop fighting. He's clinging to you and sobbing into your shirt. 👊 Your flailing fists and feet aren't actually going to do any damage to that buff man but just the idea of fighting against him leaves tons of emotional scars in your wake. G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start? 😔 Bokuto feels bad that he went to the extremes. He KNOWS it's so so so wrong... but it feels so so so right. He LOVES you and that's the best thing, right? That makes up for everything, right? 😔 He won't ever regret his love for you though. If he has you in the end it'll be worth everything and more! No regrets, WOOO! H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? 🔥 Bokuto can be a little... well... his emotions are extreme and can flip quickly. So if he's angry enough, you could get hurt. Like, he's not going to seriously injure you, but he'll be rough. You'll be shaking in your shoes for sure. I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? 👩‍❤️‍👨 If Bokuto has his way, you'll be his pretty little wife and mother of a bunch of his runts. This boy will want at LEAST 3 kids. Like I picture him being that "cool dad" that roughhouses with his little boys and carries them on his back and just jokes around with them. He's practically a giant kid himself sometimes. J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 💢 Bokuto gets jealous if your attention is taken away from him. Platonically, romantically, whatever. If someone's

taking your attention and it's not him, he's gonna be PISSED. 💢 Suddenly, Bokuto is 10x needier than he's ever been. He's trying to catch your gaze, interrupting your conversation, clinging to you, etc. 💢 I mean, this boy will get jealous of a video game or TV show or book you're invested in. Not just humans. Animals too... Your attention should be solely on him, ya know! K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out? 🔒 Bokuto doesn't plan- it just kind of happens. He knew he wanted to take you away from all those attention hogs (ironic) and keep you with him and him only, but he didn't really THINK about it. It just kinda happened. 🔒 Okay, but seriously, I think he might even be more surprised than you when he kidnaps you. Like this guy's just kinda like "WOAHHH This isn't a dream? I actually did this? HEY HEY HEY" L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 💌 One moment you're living your normal life, the next moment there's Fukurodani's ace cooing at you and you forgot to say your last goodbyes to that normal life you'll never see again. 💌 I don't think Bokuto knows how to court, to be blunt about it. Like, Akaashi might try to give him some pointers ("You're overwhelming her." "Give her room to breathe." "Try never saying that again. Ever." "Stop, you're crushing her.") but Bokuto's pretty sure he's got this in the bag. M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before? 🎭 Bokuto's emotions are so over the map that no one's going to really tell that he's kind of losing it. Akaashi might be able to tell, but no one else will notice a difference. 🎭 Other than his overwhelming happiness and affection for you. I mean, you'd have to be blind and deaf to not realize Bokuto has a huge crush on you. He's not even remotely subtle. N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling? 🚓 Bokuto might try to isolate you a bit but if you make him angry- like really piss him off- I think he'd literally just bend you over his lap and spank you. Like, maybe that's weird, but I can really picture him trying to brat-tame you a bit. O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust? 📜 Although Bokuto's kind of overbearing and suffocating, as long as you're in his line of sight and, preferably, being touched by him, you can do whatever you want. Which... isn't a lot when he's hanging on you 24/7. P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 🕊️ Patience is not one of Bokuto's virtues, unfortunately. If you take too long in the bathroom, he'll come bursting through the door. Like, this boy can't stand a full 5 minutes away from you. Having privacy is not realistic, so don't get your hopes up. Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 🏃‍♀️ If you die Bokuto will go into emo mode for the rest of his life. He will be completely broken without you. He's so lost without you. You know that story where the dog waited by his owner's grave for the rest of his life? That's Bokuto. 🏃‍♀️ "Escape"? Yeah, no. Bokuto gets it, you wanted a little freedom, but it's time to come home, okay? You've already had more than enough time to yourself, so he'll come find you. And once he does, you're sure as hell never leaving again. R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down? 👿 "Explosive rage" is the best way to describe Bokuto's anger. You CANNOT calm him down, so it's best to book it and barricade yourself in a room until he cools down. 👿 If he's mad enough, he could hurt you, so stay the fuck away from him. He'll be throwing and breaking things and just generally yelling his head off. Again, barricade yourself in a room, it's honestly your only hope. S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling? 💍 Bokuto truly is a

love-at-first-sight kind of guy, but he fell in love with you even more as he got to know you. You either met at one of his games or in some sort of shared class. I think that you would have stood out to him in a crowd. T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? 😭 Each tear falling down your face is another crack in Bokuto's heart. He really does want you to be happy and he can't understand why you aren't. His solution is to just hold you tight until you calm down, which may not help all that much... U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Bokuto is already kind of different from the others in the way that he's not afraid to put you in your place and he has plans for the future that don't really require your cooperation. He's not changing his mind, no matter how strong your feelings are one way or the other.

👌 Not to mention, he's SUPER clingy. You can't pry him off of you. There's a strong possibility that you'll end up being very, very miserable with Bokuto. He loves you but he isn't willing to compromise or meet halfway on anything. His love is kind of selfish... more so than the average yandere.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Akaashi will be over often. Like, I'm not even going to pretend like Bokuto will doubt his BFF. I really don't think Akaashi will be there to save you, unfortunately...

🧳 But Akaashi doesn't get to touch you. Sorry. You belong to Bokuto and, any attention you give Akaashi, you better give 10 times that to Bokuto.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ You're lucky enough if you can detangle yourself from Bokuto's grip for more than 5 minutes, but, if you do, you can use very few things against him anyways. He's nothing but determined.

❌ If you're delicate and careful about it, you may be able to take advantage of his emotions. Fake sadness to gain his pity or get him so happy that he'll be less likely to deny your requests.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 He's a bit of a worshipper, but not the classic type. He ADORES you and thinks you're absolutely perfect but... he doesn't exactly put your needs above his own. Like I said, he's a bit selfish.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 😍 It depends on how receptive you are to him. If you're trying to distance yourself from him and keep your freedom (or you just aren't interested in him that way), he's going to snap FAST. You'll find yourself in his house before you can say "HEY HEY HEY". 😍 Otherwise, if you start dating him, it'll depend on if you realize the toxicity of your relationship. If you try to break up with him or loosen his suffocating grip, you're in the same boat as if you denied him in the first place. Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances? 0️⃣ Leave him. If you deny his affection and love, he will not be happy at ALL. He wants to wrap you up in his arms and never let go. And he really doesn't care if you don't want that. 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 THAT TOOK SO LONG I'M SO SORRY- I feel like I portrayed him to be a little worse than he is- he really does love you!

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Only Friend

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader [Robin!Jason Todd]

Summary: Gotham mourned for Robin. But who mourned for Jason Todd? Y/F/N Y/L/N wasn’t just another one of Jason Todd’s friends. She was his only friend.  

Word Count: 7,000 [One Shot]

Warnings: Violence, Death, Loss, Grief

Y/N didn’t know what time it was. She hadn’t opened the blinds in her room for days. And she didn’t plan on doing so anytime soon. In fact, she didn’t plan on getting out of bed anytime soon.

She heard a knock on her bedroom door. From the sound alone, she knew it was her mother.

“Y/N, dear. Can I come in?”

She wanted to say, ‘No.’ She wanted to say, ‘Go away.’ But Y/N didn’t even have the energy to do that. So she just laid still with the covers over her shoulders and said nothing. 

Her mom slowly opened the door.

Y/N’s family had been tiptoeing around her since it happened. They didn’t know how to handle the situation. Most parents don’t expect for their daughter’s best friend to die. No child should have to face grief like this.

But Y/N had no choice.

Because Jason Todd was dead.

“Hi, honey,” Y/N’s mother cooed as she walked into the room. Then she placed a plate of food on her nightstand. “I brought you something to eat.”

Y/N didn’t even so much as look at her mother, just continued to stare off into nothing.

“Is it alright if I open of your blinds and windows. I think you could use some fresh air.”

Y/N gave what appeared to be a half shrug, barely visible underneath the thick covers.

But her mother seemed relieved, it was starting to smell musty in the room.

Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Y/N’s face. “The funeral’s tomorrow.”

Y/N’s eyes finally looked up at her mother – desperate and scared. “Do I have to go?”

“I think you’d regret it if you didn’t, honey. You deserve your chance to say goodbye. Your father and I will be there with you.”

Then Y/N closed her eyes and burst into tears. “I had a dream about him last night. And I woke up and remembered–” she had to pause to catch her breath. “I-I-I remembered he’s g-gone.”

“Oh, honey,” her mom whispered as she pulled Y/N into her arms. “I know you miss him. I know. He was your best friend.”

Y/N pulled away and looked up at her mom. “He was my only friend,” she corrected.

———

Jason Todd was sitting at a lunch table by himself and reading when someone slammed their tray down across from him. His eyes flickered up in a glare, already expecting someone to try and pick a fight with him or something.

But instead he found a girl standing above him, smirking down at him.

No, not just any girl, the prettiest girl in their grade. No one else at this stupid school seemed to think so. But that just further proved Jason’s theory that everyone here were idiots.

“Hi,” she said confidently.

“H-Hi?” Jason stuttered back.

“I’m sitting with you,” she announced as she sat down. “I’m Y/N.”

Jason finally smirked and remained confused. “I know who you are…”

“You’ve never talked to me, so how was I supposed to know?” Y/N said back. “And you’re Jason Todd.”

“Yes?” He responded.

Y/N laughed at his confusion.

Jason Todd wasn’t popular. There was a disconnect between him and his peers. The kids at Gotham Academy were trust-fund babies and spoiled brats. They were such snobs that there were even cliques separating the kids who came from old money from those who came from new money. It all seemed ridiculous after literally starving in the slums of the city. 

Jason Todd wasn’t a rebel. He didn’t lash out or let his inability to connect to the other students make him feel down. Ask any teacher who had him and they would say he was a straight-A student and he never once caused trouble in their class. He was always polite and respectful, responsible and well-behaved.

Jason Todd wasn’t bullied. Maybe it was a vibe he gave off, but somehow the other kids knew not to mess with him. Jason came to school with a black eye once, and he always wondered if it freaked them all out enough to never try to mess with him – not that they would ever stand a chance against him.

In regards to the middle school hierarchy, Jason was nobody.

Because Jason Todd wasn’t really a kid. He just had the misfortune of also not being an adult yet.

He was just a poor punk from the Narrows, who just happened to try and steal the tires off the car of Gotham’s notorious vigilante. He didn’t belong at this snobby prep school.

But going to school was one of Bruce’s demands after making Jason his new Robin.

Jason just didn’t know how to make a convincing argument for why he didn’t need social interactions with kids his own age.

“Is this some kind of dare?” Jason asked Y/N.

She froze her eating and scoffed at him. “You’ve watched too many bad teen movies. What kind of asshole would I be to do something like that?”

But Jason still looked around the cafeteria, expecting to find a table full of people watching this interaction and trying to hide their giggles.

Y/N finally slammed down her food, sat back, and crossed her arms. “People at this school suck.”

“Uhh…OK?”

“I saw you reading Pride & Prejudice the other week. And you were wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt yesterday. You helped pick up Jill’s stuff when her backpack ripped open, while everyone else just laughed.” She paused. But Jason waited. “What I’m saying is that I’ve decided that you don’t suck.”

“Oh,” Jason blurted out.

“Do you honestly think anyone at this school even knows who Jane Austen is? And some dude in my English class tried to tell me Nickelback was his favorite band.”

Jason laughed at that. “How did you even respond to that?”

“I asked him if he was fucking with me and then the teacher yelled at me for swearing. And I told her, ‘How am I supposed to react to a Nickelback fan without using profanities?’”

Jason laughed again.

That was how Jason and Y/N became best friends. That was all it took.

Jason would soon find out that Y/N didn’t belong here just as much as him. She didn’t come from money – just your normal, middle-class suburban family. She’d won a full-ride scholarship to Gotham Academy, which was impressive since they only handed out one per grade.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne made one 30-second call and Jason was accepted – no questions asked.

Y/N was rather mature for her age, but it wasn’t the product of being Batman’s sidekick and fighting the criminals of Gotham City.

—

Any second Jason had to be a normal kid was spent hanging out with Y/N. Jason was at Y/N’s house all the time, loving Y/N’s parents and envious of the stable home Y/N got to grow up in.

It took awhile for Jason to feel comfortable inviting Y/N to the manor, despite Alfred saying he was welcome to have friends over whenever he wished. Jason eventually got over his embarrassment. While Y/N seemed in awe of Wayne Manor, the evidence of Jason’s wealth didn’t make her treat him any different. They mostly hung out in Jason’s room anyways. Or in the kitchen when Alfred made them snacks.

While they were at school, they always ate lunch together and walked to classes shoulder-to-shoulder any chance they got. They only needed each other.

They ignored everyone else. And in return, everyone else left them alone.

For the most part.

—

Jason should’ve known something was wrong when he heard the commotion on his way to third period.

When he heard kids start chanting “Fight!” his gut somehow knew Y/N was involved.

Jason shoved his way through the thick circle that was surrounding the drama.

He reached the opening just in time to see Y/N tackle a boy named Parker to the ground. The crowd gasped, not actually expecting them to actually go through with violence. Then Y/N lifted her fist and landed a punch to Parker’s face.

But Jason quickly stepped forward and pulled Y/N off.

“He’s not worth it, Y/N.”

Recognizing the voice of her best friend, Y/N allowed him to pull her away.

“Gonna let your boyfriend pull you away?” Parker yelled out.

Y/N whipped back toward him, but Jason wrapped his arms around her and held her back. “Y/N, leave it!”

“I’m not the one with the a black eye and bloodied nose, asshole!” Y/N screamed, only half fighting Jason’s hold. “Next time, I’ll kick you so hard in your tiny dick that you won’t be able to have kids.”

Jason managed to drag her through the halls with a vice-like grip on her hand.

Y/N scoffed at his efforts, “Where are you even taking me?”

“We’re ditching class.”

She shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

Jason knew exactly what exit didn’t have an alarmed rigged to it or any video surveillance. He also grabbed a cellphone in his back pocket and started to type frantically.

“You have a cellphone! What? Since when? My parents said I can’t get one until high school,” Y/N groaned enviously.

Little did she know, Jason had set up an AI system that would call the school with Bruce’s voice and leave a recording about how Jason needed to be dismissed from school. It was perfect for Bat emergencies. 

He had added Y/N’s parents voices to the algorithm a few months ago, having a hunch it would come in handy.

As soon as they were a safe distance away from the school, Y/N let go of Jason’s hand and walked slightly ahead of him.

With their freedom secured, Jason could focus on Y/N now.

“What did he do?” He asked her gently.

Y/N was smart and calculated. If she’d picked a fight with someone, Jason knew it had to have been caused by something serious.

“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbled.

Jason rushed forward and stopped her walking. “Hey, come on. It’s me you’re talking to…”

Y/N nodded, knowing he was right. They told each other everything, or so she thought.

Her eyes went to the ground, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “We were in health class. Today was the unfortunate lesson for learning male and female anatomy. Mrs. Martin started talking about…” Y/N hesitated. “She started talking about boobs. Said something about when girls start seeing a change.”

“And?” Jason urged softly.

“Parker chimed in and said, ‘Or if you’re Y/L/N… never.’”

Embarrassed by her confession, Y/N started walking again – quicker, this time.

Jason jogged to catch up to her. “Fuck him. Only a loser asshole would say something like that.”

“Well…he’s probably right.”

Jason shrugged. “Who cares?”

This time Y/N stopped walking. “You don’t get it,” she snapped. “Every girl in our grade is growing up. And I still have the chest of a boy. My mom won’t even let me buy a bra because she says I don’t need it yet.”

Jason was speechless. 

To be honest, he had never really noticed. Y/N wore baggy band t-shirts or flannels all the time. He wasn’t exactly studying her silhouette when they hung out. But he never imagined that Y/N would be bothered by something like that.

“Sometimes I’d just like to…I don’t fucking know…feel like a girl.” She paused. “A pretty girl,” she emphasized.

Jason stared into her eyes. “You are a pretty girl.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “J, you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m serious. You’re the prettiest girl in our grade, Y/N.”

That caught her off guard. He’d never said anything like that to her before. 

Sure, Jason said nice things to her. But it was usually him complimenting her taste in music or thanking her for showing him a new book he loved. But he’d never called her pretty before.

Jason, worried that he’d exposed himself, pulled her to him so he could give her a noogie. And the moment was broken.

“Jason! I think I’ve proved today that I will hit a bitch!”

He just laughed and playfully shoved her away. “Come on. I’ll buy you one of those embarrassing frappuccinos from Starbucks.”

“Excuse you! They’re not embarrassing. They’re delicious.”

Jason could tell Y/N didn’t want to talk about the fight anymore. So he thought distracting her was the next best thing. 

And, by some miracle, they returned to school the next day without any punishment.

But Jason wasn’t done yet.

Parker didn’t realize he was messing with Robin’s best friend.

Jason was patient. He waited for the precise moment when Parker would be alone.

A week after the fight, Parker turned the corner of an empty hallway and jumped when he nearly ran into Jason.

“What do you want, Todd?”

Jason took a step toward him and lowered his voice, “If you ever say anything like that to Y/N again – or to any girl, for that matter – I won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of you.”

Parker side eyed him. “Yeah, right.”

Without hesitating, Jason reached forward, grabbed Parkers palm, and snapped the index finger of his dominant hand.

Parker let out a screech of pain and fell to his knees.

Jason kneeled down to whisper in his ear, “No witnesses. No cameras. And I’m actually in gym class right now, running the mile. No one will believe you.”

Parker looked up at Jason like he was a madman.

Jason smiled and patted him on the head. “Remember what I said.”

After that, Parker never even so much as looked in Y/N’s direction.

—

Jason and Y/N looked out for each other, protected each other

And Jason may have kept his other life of Robin from her, but Y/N seemed to already sense that there was something Jason was hiding. It wasn’t just something, it was dark.

When Y/N started noticing bruises and cuts on Jason’s body, she grew concerned. But she wanted to observe and think of all the possibilities before she ever brought it up.

Then one day at her house, she made a joke and slapped Jason playfully on the back.

He hissed uncontrollably and his entire body froze.

“Jason?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I’m fine. You just surprised me and knocked the wind out of me,” Jason said hurriedly.

But Y/N wasn’t stupid. She quickly grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and ripped it up so she could see his back.

“JASON! What the fuck!” She gasped in horror as she saw the bruises scattered across his skin. She had never seen anything like it. 

“Shh!” Jason tried to calm her to stop her parents from coming in and then having her immediately showing them too.

“What happened?” Y/N whispered, her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Nothing. I’m fine, Y/N. I promise.”

“You’re not fine. And this isn’t the first time,” Y/N countered. “You think you do a good job of hiding them, but I see the other bruises and cuts, Jason. And don’t think I don’t notice how often you skip school because your ‘sick.’”

Jason stayed quiet. He didn’t want to lie to her. But he couldn’t tell her. It could put her in danger. And if Bruce ever found out, he’d put a stop to the whole thing. Jason would never be Robin ever again.

“He does it,” Y/N whispered.

Jason blinked. “Who?”

“Bruce,” she clarified. “He beats you, doesn’t he?”

Jason’s eyes widened in horror. He knew Y/N was weary of his adoptive father. She noticed how absent he was from Jason’s life, then took note of how cold he was when he was present. But her theory made perfect sense. And if the roles were reversed, Jason probably would’ve come to the same conclusion.

“Y/N, Bruce has never hurt me.”

She frowned. “You don’t have to protect him. And you don’t have to take his shit. I knew something was off about him ever since I met him. But I didn’t think it was this.”

“Y/N…” Jason began.

“Does Alfred know?” She couldn’t imagined him every letting something like this happen if he did. Y/N had grown to love Alfred almost as much as Jason.

“There’s nothing for him to know, Y/N.” Jason laughed. “I was trying to walk across the railing above the great hall and fell and landed on my back. I didn’t tell you because I was embarrassed, OK?”

He knew from Y/N’s face that she wasn’t convinced. But she also knew not to push someone who was in the position she thought Jason was.

But to his horror, tears started falling.

“I just…I want you know that I’d do anything for you. You can live here! My parents love you and they’d take you in! Or-or-or we can run away together – just you and me.”

Jason hated seeing her cry. She rarely ever did it. And to know he was the cause made him feel sick.

Not knowing what else to do, Jason pulled her into a hug.

“I’m OK, Y/N. Promise. You don’t have to worry about me. Please don’t cry.”

“We just have to steal some of the stupid jewelry he has laying around and we’d be set for life,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

Jason laughed and pulled away. “Bruce took me in. Gave me a better life. He’s protected me. I know you don’t believe me, but the bruises aren’t because of him.”

Y/N wiped the tears away sloppily and nodded, but they both knew that Y/N didn’t believe him.

Y/N didn’t look at Bruce the same since that day. Not that she spent a lot of time around him.

But Bruce shared a look with Jason when he received the first very harsh glare from the pre-teen girl. It ended with a very uncomfortable conversation between Bruce and Jason where the boy explained what theory Y/N had come to.

Though Bruce said very little in response, he was wracked with guilt. To learn that someone thought he had the potential to behold the evil he tried so hard to eradicate in the world? It made Bruce sick to his stomach.

———

Now Y/N stood with her head hung low, in a crowd dressed in black.

These people didn’t know Jason Todd. Maybe they played the part of mourning funeral goer well. But Y/N saw their performances still.

The only people Y/N recognized were Bruce Wayne, Alfred, and Jason’s older brother, Dick Grayson. She’d never met him before, only seen pictures of him around the manor. Jason always seemed disappointed when Y/N brought Dick up or tried to ask about him. Y/N got the impression that he wasn’t all that great of a brother to Jason. Especially when it was obvious Jason looked up to him and was desperate for some sort of fraternal relationship.

Y/N looked up at her mother when the priest was finished with whatever he was saying. His words were impersonal, sullied by religion, and did nothing to comfort Y/N. He didn’t even say one thing about what made Jason so great. 

“Can we go now?” She whispered to her mother.

She patted Y/N’s back. “There’s a gathering inside the house now. We should say our condolences to Mr. Wayne and Alfred.”

Y/N frowned at that. The last person she wished to talk to was Bruce Wayne.

She had been watching the man through the entire service. He was stoic and collected. There didn’t seem to be any sadness to be found in his eyes.

The longer Y/N watched him, the angrier she became.

“Please, let’s just go,” Y/N begged her mother.

People were making there way into the manor now and weren’t paying any attention to a girl, despite the fact that she was the best and only friend of the boy they were pretending to mourn.

Her mother gave her a sympathetic look. “Honey, don’t you want to say hi to Alfred. I’m sure it would make him happy to see you.”

Y/N knew her mother was right. She could do that for Alfred. Plus, he gave the best hugs, and Y/N could sure use one of them right now.

They waited in a sort of informal line. Y/N wanted to hit everyone in front of them as she was forced to listen to their empty and rehearsed sympathies. Bruce didn’t say much in return, simply thanking each of them.

But when Y/N and her parents were finally up, Bruce Wayne’s expression shifted.

It was the first time Y/N saw any sort of emotion from the man. He looked heartbroken at the sight of Y/N, who’s hand was tightly gripping her mothers.

Bruce, standing at 6’2, knelt down to be at Y/N’s eye level.

“Hello, Y/N.” He greeted quietly so no one lingering around them could hear.

Y/N only glared at him. 

If she were being honest, she was surprised he even remembered her name. 

But Bruce continued. “Thank you for coming today. I’m sure the past few days haven’t been easy for you.”

Then he cleared his throat. And Y/N’s brow furrowed at the sound. Was he trying to hold back tears? No, that couldn’t be possible.

“I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend to Jason. He talked about you all the time. I’m glad he had someone like you in his life.”

Y/N felt nauseous at how genuine Bruce Wayne’s words sounded. His eyes were even more sincere.

What happened to the cold and distance man she’d had little to no interaction with?

‘He has an audience now,’ Y/N told herself. ‘He knows everyone’s watching. He’s performing just like the rest of them.’

“What did you do to him?” Y/N finally whispered to him.

Where she got the courage to speak to an adult in such a way, she had no idea – especially one as powerful as Bruce Wayne.

Bruce tensed at her question. Was that hurt in his eyes?

“Y/N!” Her mother hissed down at her.

“It was you. I know it was,” Y/N muttered as her lips trembled and tears started falling. She thought she’d run out of tears, but this was her final outburst.

“Y/N, enough!” Her mother hissed again and then made eye contact with Bruce and Alfred. “I’m so sorry. She’s not…she’s not handling any of this well.”

“You did this to him!” Y/N yelled. “He always had bruises…and-and-and cuts! You used to hurt him!”

“Y/N!” Her father finally chimed in, completely stunned by his daughter’s accusations.

“I hate you!” Y/N screamed in Bruce’s face as tears flowed down her face.

With that, she ripped her hand from her mom’s grasp and made a run for it. She heard her parents yell her name, but she ignored it and kept running.

Bruce stood up, looking unfazed from Y/N’s hateful and accusatory outburst.

“We are so, so sorry,” Y/N’s mom insisted. “She’s never done anything like that before.”

Bruce held up a hand, stopping them from continuing. “It’s alright. Really.” Then he sighed. “I’ll have Alfred go find her in a bit. Perhaps she just needs to let out some steam.”

Y/N didn’t even realize where she was running until she ended up at Jason’s bedroom.

Her entire body shook with sobs as she opened up the door.

It looked exactly the same, like nothing had even happened.

Y/N walked to the other side and slide against the giant windows, curling into a ball on the floor with her arms hugging her knees to her chest.

She cried and she cried and she cried.

There was no way for her to know how long she’d been there. But her head snapped up when there was a knock on the doorframe.

Dick Grayson leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed and a sad smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he greeted softly.

Y/N sniffed and rubbed the snot from her nose with the back of her fist, “Hi.”

“I’m Dick,” he introduced as he closed the door behind him and sat on the foot of Jason’s bed, making sure to give Y/N her space.

“I know,” Y/N answered back through a stuffy nose.

“Alfred tells me you and Jason were good friends.”

“We were each other’s only friend,” Y/N corrected him.

Dick nodded slowly.

“I hate him,” Y/N mumbled.

Dick winced. “Jason?”

“Bruce.”

“Believe it or not, I know how that feels,” he sighed.

“Did he hit you, too?” Y/N asked with wide eyes.

Dick opened his mouth, but was so shocked by the question that no words escaped.

“Why didn’t you help him?” She followed up with. “Where were you?”

Dick knew she wasn’t asking what he felt like she was: Why didn’t you stop the Joker? Why was Robin all alone? Why didn’t Batman call you for help?

But that didn’t stop her interrogation from hurting him.

“I haven’t always been there for him,” Dick finally admitted. “Actually…I’ve never really been there for him.”

Y/N looked at him with bewilderment. “Umm…” she sniffed. “I should find my parents.”

When she stood up, something caught her attention on Jason’s desk.

Y/N’s hand shook as she picked up Pride & Prejudice. He was the only middle school boy she’s ever seen reading a Jane Austen book. It was one of the reasons she wanted to befriend him in the first place.

“Keep it,” Dick surprised her by saying.

She quickly turned around and gave him a questioning look.

“You should keep it,” he told her. Then he looked at the overflowing book case she was standing near. “Take whatever ones want. He’d want you to have them.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered through the bookcase. Her heart was telling her, ‘No, they’re his books. He’ll need them when he gets back.’ But Jason Todd wasn’t coming back.

So she reached up and grabbed Jane Eyre and then Frankenstein.

“That’s it?” Dick asked. Because he would’ve let her take Jason’s entire collection.

Y/N nodded shyly.

Dick escorted her through the house and back to the gathering.

When she saw Alfred, Y/N rushed forward.

Dick’s heart ached as he saw the butler immediately kneel down and pull Y/N into a hug. He wondered what the man whispered to her. Whatever it was, it seemed to comfort her in a way that apparently nothing else was.

Then Y/N’s parents returned to her side. Dick expected them to scold her for her earlier outburst, but they just seemed concerned and started making their leave.

Y/N looked behind her and searched through the crowd to find Dick again. When she did, she gave him a sad wave.

Dick returned it with a sorrowful smile.

———

8 Years Later...

Jason had been keeping tabs on her since he returned to Gotham. He kept his distance, remained out of sight. He would jump from rooftop to rooftop as she walked home from a night class. Or he would wait for the window of her apartment bedroom to go off if it was a slow night of patrolling.

He told himself it was out of curiosity. But he knew deep down he was making sure she stayed safe.

Jason was happy to see that Y/N didn’t retain her lonesome ways in her life after his death. He frequently spotted her having dinner or drinks with friends.

But Jason didn’t know how to feel when it was clear that Y/N had no romantic partner. Was he relieved? Was he irritated that someone didn’t love and care for her the way she deserved? Would he have been jealous if there was someone in his life?

Jason wanted to find her as soon as he was brought from the dead. Even when he felt like he’d gone insane, when his thoughts didn’t make sense and he was confused…her face still echoed through his mind.

But vengeance became his priority.

And with it, Jason slowly convinced himself that it was best to stay far away from the only person he still cared about.

But that didn’t mean her didn’t want answers still.

After his war with Bruce – or really, his attempted murder Batman and the Joker – Jason allowed himself to actually look back on his old life, the parts that didn’t involve being a child vigilante.

Still not on speaking terms with Bruce. Jason decided to get his info from another source.

Cue a month or so after his brush with Bruce, Jason blindsided Dick the next time he was in Gotham and slammed him against the closest brick wall.

Jason used to look up to Dick as a kid, despite his older brother rarely even giving him the time of day.

But now, Dick was quite literally looking up at Jason. 

While Jason died a 13-year-old Robin, he was now a 6’3 man who had the set of a heavyweight boxer. Dick might be more flexible and acrobatic, but Jason had brute strength.

“What? B tell all of you not to talk to me?” Jason challenged when Dick didn’t fight his hold or speak to him.

“What do you want?” Dick asked evenly.

“Why did you keep tabs on her?” Jason growled, his voice distorted through his helmet.

“Keep tabs on who?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

Dick finally had enough of being bullied and shoved Jason’s grip off him. “Why don’t you look her up yourself? I’m sure you have no issue with hacking every personal database of hers.”

“That’s not why I’m asking,” Jason growled.

In fact, Jason had already done everything Dick had suggested. Which made him see that she had made a third-party domestic violence report to the police a week or so after Jason had died. And she had kept following up with it until the police finally came clean and told her there was no evidence to support her claim and she was wasting her time.  

It seemed Y/N was the only person that fought for Jason after he was gone. She had just picked the wrong fight.

“Why did you keep tabs on her?” Jason clarified.

“I just wanted to make sure she was OK.”

That caught him off guard a bit, seeing as Dick never gave a shit about Jason when he was alive. So why would he look after his best friend?

“What? Out of the goodness of your heart?” Jason ridiculed.

“She didn’t handle your death well, Jason. She even picked a fight with Bruce at your funeral.”

Jason smirked behind the safety of his helmet at the image.

Dick sighed and finally put down his defenses. “I failed you, Jason. All of us failed you.” He shook his head as he got lost in a memory. “Y/N even asked me why I hadn’t tried harder to protect you.”

Dick’s eyes saddened. “I figured if I couldn’t be there for you, the least I could do was make sure the most important person in your life was OK.”

It wasn’t the answer Jason was suspecting, but it was all he came for.

“Will you go see her?” Dick asked as he saw that Jason was about to take his leave.

“We were kids. Things have changed,” Jason grunted.

“I don’t think any of that would matter to her,” Dick defended. “I think she’d like to see you and know you’re OK.”

“Mind your business,” was the last thing Jason snapped at him before jumping off the rooftop and disappearing.

————

Jason did what he said: he left Y/N alone. 

He watched over her when he could. But most importantly, he didn’t drop a ghost from the past back into her life.

But he also tried to find that ghost in himself.

Somedays he thought that Jason Todd was lost forever.

But other days, like today, he still seemed to live on.

Jason browsed through the books on the shelves. He missed so many of them when he was dead and then when he reinvented himself.

Now he saw books as a time to fill in the empty space.

He was lost reading the back of covers when he heard it. No, when he heard her.

Next thing Jason knew, he was walking toward it.

“I’m sorry, dear. We’re all sold out of that title. You should’ve reserved it weeks ago,” one of the clerks told her with sympathy.

Jason peered between the shelves and caught a glimpse of y/h/c.

“I know. I just totally spaced. I think I’ll just browse for something else. Thank you for your help.”

Her voice sounded mostly the same, maybe a bit more mature. But he still would recognize it anywhere.

Jason knew he shouldn’t move any closer.

But he couldn’t help himself.

He was just one aisle away from her now, only a bookshelf separating them.

He slowly edged around the corner and smiled as he saw the massive pile of books that Y/N was trying to juggle in her arms. When she tried adding one more, they broke free from her grasp and stumbled loudly to the ground.

Jason didn’t know what he was thinking as he jumped forward and bent down to help her pick them up.

He saw her blush, but keep her head dipped from the embarrassment.

“Thank you,” she quickly laughed as she tried to pile the books back together as fast as possible.

Y/N opened her mouth to say more, but the words got caught in her mouth when she finally met Jason’s eyes.

He wondered how different he looked to her. Could she even recognize him? Or was he fooling himself when he became convinced he was an entirely different person after being brought back from the dead?

But his questions were answered when Y/N looked in shock, only unfreezing when her eyes began to tear up.

“It’s not possible,” she said so quietly that it was barely a whisper.

“Everyone good? I heard a loud noise.” The clear interrupted loudly.

Y/N jumped in response.

Jason stood and faced the clerk, “We’re fine.”

But when he turned back around, Y/N had booked it.

“Fuck,” Jason hissed before carefully handing the books to the clerk and quickly following after Y/N.

She made it further than he would expect. He actually had to look around the streets outside the store for a moment before he could spot her.

As soon as he did, he ran. But he called her name before he reached her to make sure he didn’t terrify her more.

Y/N froze when she heard him and whipped around. “Who are you?” She asked roughly.

There was a moment, when she first met Jason’s blue eyes, where she allowed herself to believe that perhaps a miracle had occurred.

But now she only saw this as some sort of heinous prank.

“It’s me, Y/N.” Jason almost sounded like he was begging her. 

She then fully took him in. Yes, he had the same face. But now he was a full-grown man – and an extremely handsome one at that.

“I shouldn’t have spooked you like that. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been dead for 8 years,” she muttered.

“I know. It’s a…” Jesus. Jason didn’t even know how to go about this. “It’s a long and complicated story.”

“Were you ever really dead?” Then Y/N’s eyes flashed with a realization. “Did you stage your death? To get away from him?”

Bruce. She meant to get away from Bruce.

Jason looked around. This was no place to have this conversation. He couldn’t believe they were having it at all.

“Fuck. OK.” He quickly shuffled through his pockets until he found an old paper receipt and a pen. He quickly wrote something down.

“I know this is…a lot.” He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that reminded Y/N of the Jason she used to know. “If you want nothing to do with me, I understand. You’ll never have to see me again.”

He took in a deep breath and handed her the receipt.

Y/N slowly took it and looked down to see a phone number written down.

“You deserve time and space to…” he couldn’t find the right word, “process all of this.”

Y/N watched him as if she was expecting him to vanish like some sort of hallucination.

“After you do,” Jason continued. “If you’re willing to hear me out, I’ll be there,” he told her sincerely as he gestured to the number Y/N now held in her hand.

He waited for Y/N to say something, or maybe even try to make a run for her life.

But after what felt like forever, Y/N gave a short nod.

Jason gave her a shy grin as he slowly started walking backwards. He hesitated saying one last thing for her. But his mind finally told him, ‘Fuck it.’

“I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

————

Jason told himself not to get his hopes up. Y/N had every right to be horrified by him and wish to never see him again. From what Dick described, Y/N hadn’t handled Jason’s death well at all. What child could?

But when Jason got a text from Y/N’s number a week later, asking him to come to her place, he couldn’t help but beam.

Except reality then quickly settled in. And it reminded Jason that this conversation would involve talking about his past for the first time.

‘Suck it up. She deserves to know,’ he heard his past self screaming in his mind.

An hour later, Jason was knocking on Y/N’s apartment door.

“Hi,” she greeted stiffly.

“Hi.”

She led him to her bedroom. “My roommates aren’t home right now. But who knows how long that’ll last.”

Jason didn’t stop himself from looking around. Maybe it was a habit, all of his training of taking in every new environment with acute detail. But really Jason just wanted to take in Y/N and her new life.

That’s when he spotted the three books.

Jason immediately reached for one of them.

“Oh,” Y/N said sadly as she saw what he grabbed. “Umm…Dick told me I could take those. He…umm…said you’d want me to have them.”

“You kept them all this time?” He muttered, still looking at Pride & Prejudice.

“Of course.” Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “You can have them back. I mean, they’re yours after all.”

Jason smirked at her fumbling. “No, keep ‘em.”

Then the tension from this strange reunion returned to the room.

Y/N gave him a heartbroken look and sat on the edge of her bed. “Jason,” she whispered, “what the hell happened to you?”

Jason slowly joined her on the bed.

His breathing shook as he tried to prepare.

But Y/N deserved to know the truth – the whole truth.

So he told her everything. He told her he was Robin. He told her how he died. He told her how he came back to life. He told her where he’d been.

The only thing he left out was how she was all he could think about when he watched the bomb tick down to 0 and he knew he was about to die. 

But the hardest part was explaining why returning to her wasn’t the first thing he did.

“It wasn’t Bruce. It…you…you were Robin that whole time?” Y/N couldn’t even seem to process it.

Jason just gave a curt nod.

“I reported him,” Y/N gasped. “I was convinced he had something to do with your death.”

Jason winced at that. “Well, if you asked him, I’m sure he’d take responsibility for it still.”

Y/N’s eyes glazed over as she tried to take another look at the past now that she knew the real truth that had been hidden. So many things made sense: all the injuries, Bruce’s behavior, Dick being a distant brother – all of it.

“Y/N,” Jason whispered. Her eyes whipped to his. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like that.”

Y/N finally allowed herself to cry. “Missing you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Jason didn’t care about keeping his distance any longer. He pulled Y/N into his arms, just like he used to when they were kids.

Eventually, her crying slowed and Jason knew he needed to finally say the hardest thing about this all.

“But I can’t stay, Y/N.”

Y/N wasn’t expecting that. “What?”

“I’m not…I’m not that kid anymore. I’ve done things – terrible things – that won’t ever let me return to the person you knew.”

“I don’t care,” Y/N said surprisingly harsh.

“What?”

“I said I don’t care,” even though she knew he heard her. “You think I’m the same person after 8 years, Jason? You think that little girl didn’t face the consequences of losing the best friend she’s ever had?”

Jason didn’t know what to say to that.

Y/N wiped away her tears and her entire body shifted. “From everything you’ve told me, you don’t seem to have many friends – if any. So, sounds like you could use one.”

How could Jason have overlooked Y/N’s stubbornness when he anticipated how this would all end?

“I lost you once. I’m not losing you again. Especially not with all I know now,” she added. 

Jason didn’t even bother fighting her on it. Y/N had always been his greatest weakness. At least he knew that hadn’t changed.

“OK.” He agreed. “So what now?”

Y/N smiled at his surrender. “Now…we have a whole lot of catching up to do.”

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So this is a personal one for me to ask and if you're not comfortable with it don't mind it; how would the tmnt boys (seperate) react when the reader confesses that they're autistic after the boys got curious when she had some peculiar, behavior or stims. The reader would be stressed, because she has a crush on the tmnt boy in question and she didn't want them to find her weird or just stop interacting with her. When she's met with confusion instead, because the boys never heard of it, cue this weird conversation where reader tells them to the best of her ability what it is and the boys just keep asking questions. Also some general headcannons with it maybe?

Okay so I'm actually really happy that you asked me this because I feel like ASD isn't portrayed a lot in any type of media. My ADD and ASD have a lot of overlap so I hope I can capture what you're asking of me!

Now let's get into it!

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to an autistic reader

Leonardo

he wasn't really sure what was happening the first time you reacted

one minute you were standing next to him doing dishes and the next you were attempting to claw your skin off like an angry cat

Leo tried not to look annoyed as he watched you rub your hands against your shirt until your flesh started to turn red

you looked like you were crying but he knew you weren't

but your face was starting to turn purple and your cheeks were puffy from the effort of holding your breath

"Y/N? You need to breathe."

You shot a glare at him, scathing eyes meeting his now very concerned expression

your own softened and you clutched your arms to your chest, heaving oxygen into your lungs until your face became a normal shade again

"Are you okay?"

The words were stuck in your throat and you weren't sure if you should nod or shake your head

so you gave him a half-hearted shrug

he frowned back at you but turned to finish the dishes on his own

when he questioned you about it later he couldn't help but be curious

"Well actually it's uh- it's kinda a sensory type of thing? There are certain textures that I can't stand touching do I avoid them but if I come into contact by accident my brain just kinda explodes and I shut down."

"How exactly does that work though?"

"I don't really understand it much but like- you know that feeling you get when you think there's a bug on you and there's not but it really really feels like it?"

He nodded

"Yeah, it feels like that. And anytime I touch something that triggers that reaction it takes FOREVER to get the feeling off my skin. That's why I usually wear gloves when I do dishes. Guess I just forgot to grab 'em today."

He was sympathetic

and god, you were so embarrassed

lucky for you, Leo's not an asshole

"Well thank you for explaining it to me, you really freaked me out earlier. I'll talk to April and see if we can keep a pair or two at the lair just in case you forget again."

Consider your heart melted

you couldn't even find the words to thank him and holy shit was your face red

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah Leo?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me- us that you were autistic?"

Did you rip the band aid off now or make something up? Which would ,technically speaking, be less catastrophic in the long run?

"I uh- I really like you and I really didn't want you or the other's to look at me differently..."

wow, you liked him? miss ma'am you have saved this boy a world of anxiety and damn does he thank you for it

"Thanks for telling me... and y/n? I really like you to."

Awh fuck yeah, best possible execution of band aid-ripping-off ever

Donatello

Donnie wished he could act surprised when you finally told him

he really wanted to, it would've made you feel better for sure

but he sucked at lying and he didn't want to make you feel like he thought you were an idiot

because that was so far from the truth

after going through extensive research on Mikey's behalf when he suspected he had ADHD Donnie had stumbled across many different websites that discussed the symptoms and overlaps between both disorders

to make a long story short, Donnie knew that you had ASD and he was waiting for you to tell him

it would probably come off as rude if he brought it up in conversation right?

he didn't want to risk it

but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and your behaviors

he was a man of science, of course he was going to analyze you

not in a weird way or anything, just as a curious sort of precaution

but the longer you were involved in the turtle's lives the more noticeable your stims and meltdowns got, Donnie did his best to cover for you without making you suspicious of him

eventually he'd come up with something that he hoped would come across as a friendly gesture and wouldn't set you off or scare you away

it was game night at the lair and you, as always, were perched on the arm of the sofa, a large grin plastered on your face

inside your head was exploding but you were masking it pretty well if you do say so yourself

but Donnie was, well... donnie was donnie

so when he noticed you starting to rock a little more visibly he removed his attention from commentating the game and grabbed a pair of headphones from the side table

you were beyond confused when he passed them to you but your face revealed everything

"They're noise cancelling, try them on."

holy shit it was like putting your head underwater, everything was muffled

not in the way normal headphones did, you quite literally couldn't hear anything at all, just a calm amount of nothing

you nearly started crying when you realized that Donnie had figured you out on his own

but you'd never been more relieved about anything in your life

Raphael

he wouldn't admit that he was mesmerized by your presence

you practically radiated calm

his complete opposite

it was his favorite thing about you, because despite your quiet disposition and calming aura you weren't afraid to call him out or rebut any of his insults

this was not something you expected him to appreciate nor was it something you thought would make you catch feelings

but damn if you didn't

he'd been sitting in on yours and Donnie's little experiment for an hour or so now, watching you both exchange quiet whispers and inside jokes that you always seemed to lag on

then you slipped up

not bad, nothing detrimental to the project, just the same mistake that you'd already made ten times over

you might as well have exploded

"Y'N, you just have to move thi-"

"I KNOW DONATELLO. I FUCKING KNOW AND I JUST CAN'T DO THIS BULLSHIT!"

you set everything down gently enough to avoid breaking it before turning and storming out of the lab, waving your hands like they were on fire

Raph and Donnie exchanged a look that sent the larger red turtle following after you

when you calmed yourself down enough to talk you kept your gaze locked on the wall, explaining that you couldn't make eye contact when you were upset

he might not be the smartest brother, but Raph's no dummy, he put those pieces together pretty quickly after you told him that one small detail

he wasn't upset that you didn't tell him and you'd personally never been more relieved

your heart nearly splattered into the stratosphere when you finally gace him your own explanation

"yeah, I like ya too."

you grinned so wide you were sure your face would split open and your entire body rocked side to side with excitement

he thought that was pretty adorable too

And he did stick around to offer a bit of support when you apologized to Donnie for screaming at him

Michaelangelo

to be frank it probably shouldn't have taken so long for Mikey to realize that you were autistic

the similarities between your own personality and his ADHD were so in sight it was near painful

it was his turn to make dinner that night and you'd made sure that you came over early to help him set up, you knew how side-tracked he'd get and you were the poster child for solid routine

what more perfect matchup existed?

trick question, there isn't one

you were on one side of the counter cutting vegetables and he was on the other throwing said vegetables into the mixing pot

the music was at an ungodly level of loud so your only means of communication were screaming over it

"MIKEY."

"WHA?"

"YOU GOT THE-"

"YEAH."

"AND THE-"

"UH HUH."

"COOL, HAVE YOU SEEN THE-"

"TONGS? NO, THE SKEWERS. YEAH, THEY'RE IN THE OTHER DRAWER."

"THANKS."

the two of you went about your previous tasks, thinking nothing of the conversation that had just taken place

at least until you'd begun washing your knife and cutting board

that's when Casey walked in, looking both perturbed and annoyed at the same time

"Alright, which one of you knows telepathy?"

Mikey exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a raised eyebrow

"The hell you mean brah?"

he looked at the both of you like you were the ones that had grown four extra heads before speaking again

"You literally just had a conversation with like five words and somehow just knew what the other meant? What's up with that?"

you glanced at Mikey again

"Holy shit, did we?"

"I mean, not really. You used your hands."

now all three of you were confused but it quickly became two when Casey shook his head in defeat and left the room

"You know I think he's right."

he blinked first and your staring contest ended

"But you used your hands-"

"I got autism Mikey, one does not simply not use their hands as forms of speech."

"You're-"

"Yep."

was the silence laughing at you? could it do that? it was kinda rude

"Huh, that actually makes sense, that's not mean is it?"

you shook your head no

"You're just me but fast."

Mikey agreed with that, pestered you with a few more questions, and went back about working, as did you, you saw no reason to address it further

but your cheeks burned red

"Yo- Y/N that actually explains why everyone else thinks we're a thing."

you didn't know if you could choke on air or not but you did it anyways

"Are we?"

he gave you his signature grin

"If we are then Raph owes April a hundred bucks."

you returned his smile

"Oh this oughta be good."

I'd like to preface this by apologizing for my near three week absence. Life got crazy and my writer's block hopped on a train, went through a school zone, killed seven pedestrians, and committed tax fraud before tumbling off a cliff never to be seen again.

But on the bright side- I got my SAT scores back and started some scholarship applications. Super happy with that. School's out in a few weeks so I'll be able to write more (hopefully).

Anyways, I hope I got this one down okay. I may have hyper analyzed the request so I might be a little off. But I really enjoyed doing this one and I hope you like it!

-Mars 🌠

[miyalove]

good luck kisses | atsumu

—pairing: atsumu x fem!reader

—warnings: best friends to lovers, manga spoilers (specifically the kurasuno vs inarizaki match), swearing, name calling, reader admires his thighs for a split second, *unedited

—synopsis: 3.1k | after countless times of refusing atsumu a good luck kiss, you figured that after the major lost against kurasuno— what better way to cheer him up?

—a/n: this is literally the cutest request ever, thank you so much, anon! + request are open!

you’ve know miya atsumu long enough to know that he’s over all a very likable guy. he’s charming, funny, optimistic, and the list could go on forever. but like any thing else, with perfect attributes comes a few flaws. sure, your best friend is handsome, skillful, and observant but damn is he stubborn.

a prime example of this bold trait is right now. 

it’s game day for him, nationals to be exact. you were waiting in the crowd with what felt like the whole of your school when you got a text. it was from your best friend, obviously, saying to meet him in front of the boy’s changing room 4. you responded with a quick, ‘i’m here’ when you didn’t see his lean figure any where near the entrance. as you waited, you observed the busy halls of the gymnasium.

this is a big game. you could tell from how the school’s going all out in with the cheering and decorations. you were so lost in your thought, you didn’t notice the changing room door creep open behind you.

as you got pulled into the room, you are fast to react. pulling your arm out of the supposed attackers grip, you turned back to run for the door but it was too late. it shut and from what you could see; it’s’ locked too.

“relax, doll,” instantly, your tense figure loosens up at the familiar voice. turning to your “attacker”, you send a sharp glare his way, “oh god, 'tsum. i thought i was gonna fucking die cause of your dumbass.”

you playfully hit his chest as he lets out a small chuckle, his signature smile resting on his lips. you can’t tell but it’s much brighter now that you’re here. he’ll never admit it, but there’s just something about you that makes his mood lighter...

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” as he speaks, he finds purchase on a lone desk in the corner of the large room. he hops up on it, all while facing you still. he’s legs dingle at the edge of the table. as he settled himself down, you see his smile falter a bit.

sad at the sudden distance between the two of you, you find yourself chasing after his warmth like moth to a flame. following his ways, you’re hoping on the desk next time him casually resting your head on his shoulder. in the midst of the comfortable silence, you speak up, “shouldn’t you be out stretching with the rest of the boys?”

“yeah,” his golden eyes can’t help but steal quick glances at you. he can smell the sweet vanilla of your shampoo with how close you are. you’re not looking at him, sadly, instead your focused on the bland walls of the changing room for whatever reason.

despite his thoughts, he continues, "i just wanted to see ya before the game." his words are sincere, you can tell, but even at that you don’t react much.

he doesn’t like how your attention isn’t all on him. yeah, you’re close practically sitting on his lap, but what’s the point in all this affection if you’re not truly with him. shifting his position, you pick your head up at the sudden movement.

the setter is facing you know, deep honey eyes meet your own. there’s something within his hues that you can’t make out properly, a spark that you sometimes only see when you’re with him. a warmth spreads through you at the thought, but quickly leaves once you remember who atsumu is.

he’s your best friend, you remind yourself, you’re not supposed to be feeling things like that for him. 

in the middle of your admiration, you didn’t even realizes he was speaking. “earth to (y/n)? are ya there?” he waves his large hands in front of your face, successfully knocking you back into reality.

shaking your head, you sigh with wide eyes, “sorry, what were you saying?”

in response, the taller boy lets out a teasing giggle. casually, he leans back onto the wall behind him spreading his legs a bit wider. for him, the action probably meant nothing but you can’t help but stare at the way his lean legs flex as he makes himself comfortable again.

“ya liking what you see, doll?” 

this couldn’t be happening. you just caught caught checking out your best friend like a piece of meat. embarrassed, you roll your eyes trying your best to rid of the thoughts of atsumu. not having enough courage to look him in the eyes, you can’t help but shift your attention away. furrowing your brows, the way you fidget with your fingers gets worse when you hear his voice again.

“avoiding eye contact won’t make you want me less, yanno,” he delivers this line with a teasing smile. when you finally shift your attention back to him (just the way he likes it) you notice a pink hue taking over his face. it’s light and if you hadn’t focused on it, you would have definitely missed it.

it’s causes a fluttering feeling in your chest knowing that your actions, and even his playful flirting, is affecting him too. shaking your head, you remind yourself why exactly you’re here.

“’tsumu, you have a game in—,” grabbing your phone, briefly you check the time, “about 9 minutes so why exactly did ya call me over here?”

as if a switch went off in his empty head, he jumps off of the desk the two of you were perched on and grabs at his volleyball club jacket.

“ah shit, i called ya over cause i needed my good luck kiss, but now i’m running a little later than i thought,” frantically, the setter opens and closes his lockers. the clanking of metal echoes in the room. grabbing random gear off the floors and on shelves, he’s slipping on one of his knee pads when he flashes you a beaming smile.

“unless of course, the time can help me out?” tilting your head, your brows scrunch up in confusion. what does he mean help him out? oh! the good luck kiss. 

looking back up at him, he’s hopping around with one shoe on, trying his best to slip on the his second knee pad. you can’t help but let out a little chuckle when he stumbles off balance and nearly falls straight on his ass. it’s a funny sight, your tall best friend wobbling and jumping around like a newborn fox hunting for the first time.

“’tsumu, you know i always say no whenever you ask for...” the two of you suddenly make eye contact. the setter’s lean figure freezes in the middle of the room. and despite his messy hair and frenzied appearance, he looks at you like he as all the time in the world. his eyes, though far away and obviously distracted, hold a much more deeper meaning within them. he’s almost daring you to say the magic words. under his intense eye, you feel small like prey getting watched from the distance by it’s hunter.

“... those things.” defeated, you avoid his strong gaze. you don’t see the way he stares at you (since your so focused on your feet dangling from the desk you’re atop of). you don’t see the way his eyes shine just a little darker or the way he smiles (a real, genuine one) at you with so much adoration and so much compassion that really it would take a fool to not see that miya atsumu is in love with you, his best friend.

it feels like now’s a good time to say it. whenever the two of you are alone, the feelings you give him practically suffocates him. he can’t help but to crave your attention or hear your laugh or make you smile (because you’re absolutely gorgeous doing nothing but you practically glow when you smile). with one shoe in hand and the other untied, the blonde feels like now is the best time to come forward... but of course, that’s not what he does.

“come on, doll. not even a small pe—” 

knock. knock.

the door swinging open, cuts his thoughts off.

“kita’s getting on our asses cause of you, again,” suna’s monotone voice breaks the uncertainty in the room. lingering his stare on your figure for a little too long, the setter nods at his teammate tying his shoe before walking towards the door.

“(y/n),” you wave at your fox-like friend at the mention of your name. quickly getting off the desk, you follow their lead in leaving the room. 

the two of them part ways, suna impatiently waiting for their setter to finish his farewells not too far behind him. “good luck ‘tsumu! even you suna,” at the mention of his name, suna nods.

leaning into your best friend, mockingly he puckers his lips only for you to roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “i said no, freak.” stepping back a little, atsumu let’s a out a playful chuckle while rolling his eyes, “whatever.”

instead of a kiss, you give him the next best thing; a tight hug to which he immediately returns. his arms rest on your waist while you feel the weight of his head on top of yours. his grip on you tightens when you pull away for the first time.

“3 minutes,” you mumble into his shirt as a warning. you’re practically choking on his ocean breeze clone with how deep atsumu is shoving your face into his chest.

trying your luck, you pull away one more time and to your relief, he lets go with a sigh. instantly, he gets ushered away by a peeved suna before he can say anything else. as he gets dragged by the arms, you wave goodbye with a smile, “beat those damn crows, guys!” 

“when i do, i better get my kiss!” is the last thing you hear before he get’s shoved through the gymnasium doors. 

hearing the buzz go off, it was the only sound you could focus on. it was the end and the outcome had been more than surprising— inarizaki had lost. the audience seemed to be stunted, the crowd including you had gone completely silent. all that you heard was kurasuno’s crowd screeching in glee. all that you saw was the dog pile of orange and blue uniforms happily cheering for their win.

your face morphs into pure irritation. eyes filled with fury, lips pressed into a line. to say you were pleased with the outcome of the game would be a complete lie. resentfully, you think aloud, “can’t they celebrate a little less publicly.” 

so caught up in side eyeing the flock of crows on the field, you barely noticed your own team huddling up to take a bow for the crowd. you only look away from glaring at kurasuno when you feel an all to familiar stare on you.

shifting your gaze, there in the gym floor is your best friend who is standing closely to his brother. you can see the hurt in his eyes despite being a notable distance away from him. 

in fact, the whole team’s aura shifts right before your eyes. they all wear emotionless smiles, heads down in shame. despite being friends with all the members of the team, you can’t help but focus on atsumu the most. 

his eyes had shifted away from yours, but even without his golden hues staring you down you can tell how hurt he is. you can tell just from the way he grits his teeth, the way he refuses to look up at the cheer squad, and how stiff his shoulders are that he’s taking the lose to heart. 

it breaks your heart seeing how rough he’s talking it. atsumu is a perfectionist and holds such a high standard for him and his team. he works hard every practice and even goes after hours because that’s how much passion he has in this sport. he’s blaming himself, you can see it written all over his face.

without thinking, you lean over the safety railing. bracing yourself to let outa loud scream, “‘TSUMU!” he snaps his head your way again. 

“JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!” mood instantly shifting, you think of the best way to get your best friend’s mood up. atsumu tilts his head in confusion, had you really heard him bad mouthing himself from all the way up there? 

“IT’S WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE, DUMMY! A WELL-PLAYED GAME IS STILL WORTHY OF PRAISE, NO MATTER WHOSE THE WINNER!” 

wide eyed, atsumu flashes you a brief smile. it doesn’t really reach his eyes like the ones you’re use to getting from him, but you decide that even a little happiness is better than none, right now. sending him a thumbs up, the whole team bows while simultaneously thanking the crowd. and with that, they disappear back into the gym halls.  

it seems that this is atsumu’s favorite way of meeting with you recently. here you were again, waiting in front of changing room 4 as per requested from atsumu, himself. instead of waiting though, you knock on the door hoping that you’re not interrupting any one whose actually using the changing room to, you know, change. 

“’tsumu?” creaking the door open, you poke your head into the room. the setter hums in response and you shut the door behind you when he motions for you to come in.

not wanting to beat around the bush (a trait atsumu admires about you), you take a seat on the floor as he shimmies a fresh shirt over his head, “how ya feeling?”

“we just lost. how do ya think i’m feelin?”

you’re glad he has a shirt over his head because then he would have definitely saw you eyeing his lean figure. realizing you need to respond, you rid yourself of those thoughts again, “jeez, it was just a question...” 

rolling your eyes, you hear him sigh as he rakes through his hair to fix up his messy tassels, “i— there was a lota shit on the line for this game.” you hum allowing him to continue. 

“kita gave us this speech thing after headin back to the changing room and it really had me thinkin. he wants to be proud of us, but how can he be when his underclassmen lost to a bunch of newbies,” in the middle of his monologue, he lazily throws himself on the floor.

with his arms wide open and legs stretched out like a starfish, you take it as an invite to embrace him. you settle yourself onto your side to face him on the floor as atsumu continues. 

“this was the 3rd years last game, just wanted to make it a good one but ya saw how that went,” his brown hues never break from the ceiling. it’s not that he doesn’t want to look at you, in fact, he’d probably enjoy tracing all the small detail of your face than the ceiling’s but he just can’t rip his attention away from the bland wall.

he’s really deep in it, you mentally note. the last time you had saw the setter so stressed out and uncertain was when osamu came up and told him that he was loosing interest in volleyball. it was a heartbreaking feeling for him (you knew this because he didn’t lay off of it for nearly 8 months). 

you eye the rambling setter at your side once more. he’s lips are pressed into a deep frown and his eyes don’t shine like usual when he’s with you. thoughtlessly, his fingers tap to a random beat on the tiles all while critiquing every little thing he did wrong in the game. 

it was upsetting hearing him underestimate himself like that. you’ve been with him through most of his volleyball life, and you don’t plan on leaving when he, most definitely, goes pro. 

he’s in the middle of another speech when you’re body moves without thinking. just like when you shouted down at him when he was thanking the crowd. there is just something about seeing the one person you love tear themselves down right in front of you that hurts. 

best friend or not, you figured that making an exception tonight was okay. you wanted to make him happy and in your head it made sense. game after game, he’d ask for a good luck kiss and game after game, you would reject him. it never stopped him from asking though which was baffling to you.

it became a sort of tradition to reject him at this point, even having no shame in front of his teammates too. but this was different, this was more than just a good luck kiss, you wanted to see him again the teasing, stubborn miya atsumu you’ve grown to fall in love with.

so as he rambled, you leaned into his figure. he didn’t even flinch. hell, he didn’t even notice how close your lips were to his. he was so focused on ripping his plays down piece by piece. it wasn’t until your hot breath fanned over his skin that his words faltered.

finally turning towards you, his eyes widen a bit before narrowing them down at your lips, “what are you doing?” his words come out as a small whisper. 

you have no idea how to respond because in all honesty, you don’t know what you’re doing. all you do know is that, with how close you are you can trace every detail of his face from his slender nose to his round eyes. all you do know is that hearing him disgrace his skills makes your chest ache.

all you do know is that despite miya atsumu being your best friend, you want to kiss him more than anything right now.

“i’m gonna kiss you...” is what you say and exactly that is what you do. 

your lips pucker into a soft kiss, finally closing the gap between the two of you. you turned your head to the side, leaning in to deepening the kiss. without hesitation, atsumu is sitting up, gently guiding your figure over to his lap. 

you don’t break away from the kiss as you gladly find purchase straddling his hips. all your senses are overtaken by him. your eyes flutter close but even in the darkness, all you can make out is his beaming smile, all you can hear is his melodious giggles, all you breath in is his sea foam cologne.

you can feel his large hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer every time you even think about pulling away. at one point, it becomes too much. the flame ignited on your skin gets too hot and you need to breath in more than just sea foam smoke.

humming into his mouth, atsumu takes it as a sign to part. breathing hard, you can’t help but to rake your eyes over his swollen lips and how his uneven breathing matches yours. the sight of a disheveled atsumu sends a pang of pride to you heart. 

panting for air, you smile at the boy in front of you lightheartedly reaching out to play with his blonde locks. a comfortable silence blankets the two of you as you focus on evening out your breathing.

in the middle of your gulps of air, you can’t help but let out a laugh, “how’s that for a good luck kiss?”

taking this opportunity, he rubs his nose against your cheek, impatiently waiting for you to give him the go ahead for another. he’s enjoying how your scent takes over him as he smirks, “i wouldn’t know... mind if we try it again?”