#sando answers

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Lol silly request here so only if you want to but since you couldn't decorate I was wondering if you would like to write a short blurb of Billy and Steve decorating together. Maybe Steve sneaking out the mistletoe to lure Billy into a kiss. (Not that he would need to be lured in at all lol) only if you think you'd like to write this though!! No worries if not! 💙

This is GREAT, and I'm so in the mood for holiday fic themes, thank you sm Gin!!!💕

OKAY SO HERE'S MY LITTLE IMAGINE because this is too cute💕

They had almost finished decorating Hopper's cabin in the effort to get him into the holiday spirit. Since Hopper had been working longer shifts, they knew he wouldn't have the time, and they wanted El to have a magical Christmas this year after everything she had endured. They couldn't wait to surprise them both.

Billy stepped back from the golden-lit tree and studied the position of the star on top. He crinkled his brows and went back to adjusting it one more time while Steve huffed and puffed by the front door, clearly struggling with some greenery he was trying to hang along the doorframe.

"A little help here?" Steve finally griped. Billy smirked and approached Steve, but still made no effort to help him.

"What's the matter? Can't reach?" Billy's smirk bloomed into a bright smile as Steve looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"I know what you want me to say, and you can forget it," Steve mumbled as he continued to struggle with the decor. Billy just crossed his arms and looked on while Steve tiptoed to try and get a better reach.

"You know what? Fine," Steve conceded. "You're taller than me, so could you please help me finish hanging this?" Billy chuckled and held up the greenery along the door frame so Steve could secure it with some pushpins. Billy knew he wasn't taller than Steve, but he liked to egg him on to say it anyway.

The both stepped back from the door, surveying the position of the...mistletoe?

Billy turned to Steve who was already looking at him with dreamy eyes and a face that had "got ya" written all over it.

"Like always," Billy drawled, stepping closer to Steve, circling an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "You've got me right where you want me, Harrington."

Steve grinned, very satisfied with himself, before leaning in, one hand lightly tousling into Billy's curls as he kissed him -- slow, sweet, and magical, just like it was supposed to be. Their warmth filled the small room as they basked in the glow of the holiday lights, relishing in slow motion kisses until Billy had something to say.

"You know, since we seem to be done here," he started, locking eyes with Steve and raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Why don't we move on to some...more rigorous extracurriculars?"

Steve laughed and rested his forehead on Billy's. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I hope this is okay!!! I tried to make it kind of short and sweet, and I love the playful dynamic of them kind of picking on each other in good fun lol. Thank you so much for requesting this!! 💕

[rattkween86]

Hug time! I can understand that feeling. ADD and RSD.

Hug time for sure!!! Thank you sm, you are so kind. 💕

[randomrottmntscreenshots]

I need Savage Ralph And panicking Ralph Please I need it (HES LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF MY FAVORITE EPISODE)

This occasion calls for audio

[punkahudsonia]

Wired writer: [goes to Utah to interview prominent Mormon, is shown excruciating hospitality and leaves feeling that his host is in some way incredibly guarded and stringently shallow]

Anyone who's ever actually known an LDS person:

[nona-gay-simus]

(love the shade in that alecto post, btw. sando's worldbuilding always very '1998 dnd setting')

Haha. I'm by no means an expert, I've read one of his books, which fell very flat to me in all the ways that matter to me as a reader (world-building, characters, conflict.)

His fans keep insisting that was an early work and I should try one of his newer stuff and like, nah man. I'd prefer to give my money to authors who aren't going to give them to the Church of Latter Saints, thanks. (Which btw if you don't know: Brando Sando is a Mormon and a portion of his profits goes to LDS church).

But my point still stands :D

[piano-hoarder]

What does this mEaN

Valhalla: Ruin and Odium, they both talked about their passion, and it was italicized both times. Would any other Shards talk about passion in that same-

Brandon Sanderson: *firmly* Yes.

Valhalla: -italicized way?

Brandon Sanderson: They would.

Valhalla: Would any of them NOT talk about it that way?

Brandon Sanderson: Yes.

Valhalla: That was my questions. Thank you very much.

Brandon Sanderson: Excellent, good questions!

[jesswritesthat]

Bakugo Katsuki: Sando

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Warnings: None

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Bakugou wasn't one for obvious favourites, like or dislike was enough if he was ever forced to answer. However, this quaint café located in his patrol quadrant was an entirely different story and he'd frequent it often whenever he was nearby, though only on certain days.

If anyone ever asked about it, Bakugou claims that the freshly made spicy katsusandos there were the ideal lunch / snack for patrol. Mina and Kaminari have also been recommended the cheesecake due to his knowledge of their sweet preferences.

Today it was your desperate voice that made him pause at the open door after taking out a low rate villain, furrowed brows accompanying his stoic expression.

"Can I make one more katsusando - real quick?"

"We've sold out. We don't normally—" That was your supervisor, he knew of that extra but not by name.

"I know, I'll make it myself I swear, just one more."

"Alright, you know where the stuff is. Clean it once you're done." Though they sighed exasperatedly, it seemed you were pleased with the acceptance.

A noise of agreement echoed, then a cluttering of pans which he'd assumed was your doing, if you were making your lunch the he might as well come back later.

Except by the time he’d explosively shot back across the city hours later, barrelling in a minute before closing with smoke spiralling from his entrails, only you remained with the same welcoming smirk you always greeted him with - and one neatly wrapped spicy katsusando expectantly held out to him.

“You made it huh? Lucky, you got the last one.”

There was always so much he'd aimed to reply with that’d be cool or impressive, but as always he limited it to the same response, one day he'd think about changing that - just not now. Not with you leaving his mind annoyingly blank and heart frantically racing because of a damn sandwich.

"Thanks (L/n)."

Huh. Usually it was extra.

Yeah. Bakugou Katsuki had a favourite café that he frequented on certain days. But most definitely, only for the katsusandos.

The ones that you make.

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[nikkento-writes]

After back-to-back-to-back meetings, you finally emerge from your office at home, stomach grumbling, hungry for the lunch you should have taken over an hour ago. You’ve only got fifteen minutes to spare before yet another conference call. Nanami stopped by earlier for his own lunchbreak before heading off to another mission and you’re sad to have missed him. Hoping to hear his voice even just for a few seconds, you retrieve your phone from your pocket, ready to dial his number. Before you can, you notice a few text messages from him that puts the biggest smile on your face.

There’s lunch for you in the fridge. 

Hope your meetings go well. On a mission the rest of the day, so no access to phone. 

I love you.

You open the fridge and see a plate with plastic wrapped over it, covering the tamago sando he made for you, one of your favorites. A little note in his handwriting is taped to it. Enjoy lunch, sweetheart. I love you.You’ll never get tired of hearing it. The both of you have made it a habit to say it often; with his profession as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, there’s no way to predict if it will ever be the last.

Heart full, you devour the sandwich quickly, snapping a quick shot of the empty plate. You send it to him along with a message of your own. No crumbs left. Thank you for lunch, sweetie. Have a safe mission. I can’t wait to see you at home. I love you so much. This is exactly what you need to get through the rest of your workday.

You end up working overtime to finish some deadlines before the weekend, so by the time your husband returns home, you’re still staring at the computer screen, typing away at your keyboard. When you hear him moving around in the kitchen, you start typing faster, desperate to be done with this and to be held in your husband’s arms. Responses to your emails are going to come in soon, but waiting around for them isn’t going to make you feel any better, so you finally get up from your chair to greet Nanami. He looks tired too, eyes heavy with fatigue, hair ruffled, tie loosened around his neck. His job is exhausting, and you always feel guilty complaining about yours when he constantly risks his life for his.

He's sat on the couch, head leaned back, eyes closed as if he’s ready for a nap. When he hears you approaching, he opens his eyes, smiling as soon as he sees you, the weariness in his expression almost disappearing completely. “Hi sweetheart,” he says, patting the spot beside him. “Done with work?”

You sit down, resting your head on his shoulder. He’s warm, always is, and you bask in it, an instant serotonin boost. “Almost. Just a few more minutes. Waiting for some emails.”

He kisses your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure you can check them on Monday.”

You yawn, closing your eyes without really meaning to. “They might have some questions – ”

He guides you down onto his lap, letting you use him as a pillow, stroking your head gently. “You can answer them next week.” His voice is soft and soothing, like a lullaby coaxing you into the most peaceful slumber. He knows all the ways to put you at ease, to make you forget about deadlines and projects and emails that you think can’t wait but actually can. Because getting to do this with him means he’s home, safe and sound. Alive.

You’re asleep now, already snoring, his hand still petting you softly. The distinct sound of an email notification pings from your office, but nobody budges, especially not Nanami. He smiles down at you, watching your sleeping form, enjoying the way your body rises and falls with every steady breath you take. He gets to sit here and be with you like this. Emails, deadlines, curses, overtime. Nothing even matters but you.

[kamisama1kiss]

HIIIII THE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD AND I SAW YOU WERE TAKING REQUESTS AND OMG OMG COULD YOU DO A NEKOMA MANAGER x KENMA PRETTY PLEASE ITS OKAY IF NOT BUT ANYWAYS THE MOVIE HAS ME AUGH!! Ah! preferably the prompt i think would be fun is either Kenma and Y/N going to the conbini and/or arcade in the middle of the night after the loss (they sneak out of the hotel) or Arcade/GameStop Worker!Reader x Regular!Kenma. This is my first time making a request so HOPEFULLY I did this right!!

The movie is so good, like wow. I actually did some small researching for snacks for a konbini 😝🫶 You did great, BTW! Loved the cute idea!! ♡

Song of choice: Sweet by Cigarette After Sex

!⚠️Spoilers from The Dumster Battle will be mentioned shortly⚠️!

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Kenma Kozume { Midnight Snacks }

"Not of your brightest moments {Name}" Kenma spoke with the volleyball manager, walking next to him along the streets of Japan for a breather. "Perhaps not, but you didn't say no."

They smiled at him, finding his constant small frown from having to leave the comfort of sleeping to go out, alongside his switch being placed into their pocket for no purpose of being used.

"It has been a long enough day as is." not adding much of an answer while he was still tired from the match with Karasuno. Shrugging a shoulder at what he had side, "This just a short trip to clear our minds, besides its good for you to go outside some more."

They spoke gently, placing a light hand on his shoulder. The walking stops in a halt. "I know this was hard on you after how it ended, with the ball falling out of your hand at the end."

Almost as he held his breath when it was mentioned, his shoulder stiffened as well, feeling guilt from earlier. Nonetheless, he had experienced a new feeling. "You had fun playing volleyball today, I saw it. We all saw it." A soft patting motion with the hand resting on his shoulder, further making their way down the street lit path.

Rounding the corner in silence, the loudest sounds were easily picked up by the sounds of shoes hitting the concrete. It was maybe quiet but not uncomfortable. Simply, a warm aura wrapped the duo.

It could be seen as Kenma eyed them. Hesitation was shown in his movements, with enough curridge his hand finally latched on to their hand. It was pinkey linked, a small form of affection that he rearly initiated himself.

Hearts beating as one, with the stars dancing along the dark canvas up above. Comfort was broken at some point. "We could head to the konbini, up ahead." They suggested in a soft whisper, pointing briefly with their head. "A night snack could be nice."

The night felt as a warm breeze when they now had a destination to make. He was quiet, but not many words needed to be exchanged between the two. Lazily smiling as his eyes would softly admire how the moonshine hit their face, never having gotten the grasp of how they even ended up together.

With a blink of en eye now standing in front, one of the few ials of snacks, food, and simple groceries along such. "Hm, I feel for a strawberry sando. You?" They asked him while they reached for the strawberry snack.

His cat-like gaze roamed before reaching his wish. "A apple pie flavoured Umaibo." Reaching for one alongside it being not too far from where they stood.

"I'll pay." They said even before he could even utter another word. "Are you sure? I could pay for my own just fine." Raising a light brow but gives them the snack if choice anyhow.

"I insist, take it as a treat. You paid for the last one." They grinned at him as they now spinned on the heel to go upfront, lightly tugging him after with the pinkey still being held.

With yet another flash of a blink, they sat outside of the konbini, each munching on their respected snacks. "You know, this evening was pleasant, actually." He mumbled after a second bite, looking over at them only to already be greeted by a pleased and eased smile.

"I am glad to hear so." They lightly spoke, the moon shunned yet again on the two, giving them a soft glow. Going from linked pinkey to hands completely intertwined as time went on.

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Hope you all enjoyed this little Kenma Kozume snippet!♡

[cuneiformkey]

Pretty sure this is how BrandoSando does it

Murderbot isn't on a mission or contract so it's just sitting at the preservation station in it's permanent hotel room watching serials and writing fics. It writes 15k word chapters daily, to the complete joy and also bafflement and concern of all of its readers.

One of them comments asking "Do you sleep??"

It replies "No."

This interaction is screenshotted and added to the 4000 post long forum discussion titled simply "how are they still alive"

whenever any of them get close to figuring it out, ratthi chimes in with a red herring while murderbot, secret forum moderator, quietly deletes the post and scrubs the internet of all traces of its existence or deletion.

[pretty-toru]

Hi! If you're taking requests rn, can I req for a gojo x fem or gn reader scenario where she does the break up prank on him but he surprisingly actually falls for it and the reader then makes up for it (sfw please)

break up prank┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: slight angst to comfort

୧ wc: 1.2k

୧ synopsis: you break up with gojo because he eats too much.

a/n: i don't support these kinds of relationship pranks :( but i tried making this lighthearted as possible so no hearts were broken in the making.

Satoru's enjoying his lunch across from you during break 一 if you can even call it that considering it's a bunch of sweets and snacks in their wrappers sprawled over the table. While he's filling you in on his morning accompanied by his first year students, cheek overstuffed with strawberry whipped cream sando, you sigh when he finishes his sentence.

"Gojo, we need to talk."

There’s a bitter taste on his tongue now, and Satoru looks at you with his brows furrowed when you call him by his family name which sounds foreign to him. You don't normally address him that way unless he seriously messed up, but everything was perfect and you both were getting along great so he's clueless. Maybe if he pretends by looking around for this Gojo to answer you back and nothing comes up the day can continue its usual pace. "Yeah, so, anyway as Megumi was getting hit on–"

You huff when your words fall on deaf ears, and you are a little more stern and a little louder this time. Your arms crossing over your chest because you don't appreciate being ignored. "Gojo, I just said we need to talk."

He wears a sullen pout but keeps his lighthearted tone. "Angel you're killing me here, you know that's not my name. You always call me Baby or Honey or Toru~" He mimics your cute voice and you bite the inside of your cheek from smiling affectionately, and because you don’t sound even close to anything like that. 

"Yeah, well not for long. We have to break up."

What? His face immediately drops and he seizes his antics. He can't believe you could say that so easily, and he doesn't even know if he heard you right. You are his entire world and he thought he was yours too. Just the other day you were telling him how happy he makes you and how lucky you were to have him, so what the hell happened? Where did he go wrong? He completely trusted that you'd never give up on him and you both were even planning for the future, so it's incredibly baffling to him when you say the most unexpected thing.

Break up...

Break up?

What do you mean by that?

"No chance, that's not happening. What makes you say that, hm?" Satoru has a way of bouncing back that tells you even though he feels hurt and betrayed, he won’t succumb to the voice in his head reminding him he doesn’t deserve you. Because he knows he does, and you deserve him too. "This sounds like crazy talk, that's what it is. I can't believe you would even suggest something like this. Am I even allowed to know the reason?"

You straighten yourself in your seat, and gesture over to the purchased goods to your right. "Well, for one thing–! You eat so many sweets!" When your words reach him, he caught onto your practical joke and relief washes over him. He can't take you seriously anymore especially when you make frowning look so adorable as the castella roll cake, his beloved kikufuku, and an entire souffle cheesecake gets chastised under your gaze. "I've never seen anyone eat their body weight in sweets, and I'm afraid the next morning I'll find my boyfriend has turned into liquified sugar or limbs made of mochi!"

Satoru bursts out into laughter from your ridiculous explanation of wanting to end things, the tension in the room dissipates and the heaviness in his heart follows making him feel infinitely lighter. He doesn't argue or deny his sweet tooth, just slowly nods and drags your seat that’s a short distance away towards him. His strawberry sando is forgotten and you are compliant when he gently pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. You giggle because it tickles, and your arms loop around his nape with your fingers twirling the ends of his hair. 

"Fine, it's true. I've become a sugar fiend. But is that really something to break up over, sweetheart?" He’s slowly returning back to being playful again, but the way he’s holding you a little closer and tighter means he hasn’t fully recovered from the prank. 

"I mean, it's getting out of control. When we go out for ice cream, you won't share yours and keep taking bites out of mine. Huge ones that leave teeth marks too!" You’re teasing him now and all he can do is chuckle. This is the worst prank anyone has pulled on him, and he should be upset with the person that played it… But he just can’t be upset with you, he could never be upset at you. Just because you did something like that doesn’t mean he still doesn't love you.

"I share everything else with you, and I think I'm more than generous when it comes to spoiling my sweet girl~" Satoru leans in once more to plant quick trailing kisses on your neckline down to your collarbone for all the times he’s stolen a taste from you. When he pulls away slightly, his parted lips were already waiting for yours when you meet him for a tender exchange. Softly melding together with a taste of your tongue and your "I love you" is more than just words to him. It’s a feeling he knows is truly and genuinely still there despite you almost breaking his heart.  

"I hope you know I was just joking, right?" Your noses are touching and you speak in the most gentle tone. He was so sure it was some mischievous stunt, but hearing you confirm it gave him some comfort and ease of mind. "We aren’t breaking up just so we’re clear. I’m sorry for putting you through that, but it was nice knowing you’d want to keep me around. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

"Heh, you really messed with my feelings just now, you know that?" Satoru looks faintly distressed, but there’s a simper on his face when he glances down and smooth out the wrinkles on your skirt. "I really thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore. How about if you promise to never do it again… I’ll let you get away with it."

"I promise I won’t do it again." He watches as your hand cover his and you signal him to link your pinkies together. Even if there’s no need for timeless rituals anymore you both still like to engage in small gestures with the utmost seriousness to stay true to your word.

Satoru can’t help but release a breathy laugh. He looks at the sweet connection between your little fingers that brings a certain warmth to his heart like sunlight settling on his skin after a windy surge. His smile broadens as he looks back up at you. "Promise you won’t break my heart by ever leaving me?"

You hum contently and smooch his cheek as you recite the promise back to him. "I promise I won’t break your poor heart. Wouldn't even dream of it."

"I'm glad you are not going anywhere. Then I promise you the same thing~" He intertwines your hands together and brings it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. "I love you so much. Don't forget that Angel."

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Hi! I really wanted a billy x reader where they’re all at a party (the whole gang is friends maybe? i love seeing that) and she wanders off from the group. she comes back crying with someone who says they found her like that? she got in the middle of a fight (accidentally? or trying to stick up for someone) and got hit. billy goes into super super protective mode!!

idk it might be stupid but i love your writing and haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head!!!

Hey, everyone! I'm answering this ask just to say a couple of things, but first and foremost, this request was fulfilled by a fantastic writer and can be found here!! ❤️‍🔥

I LOVE getting requests, and I'll work on most things people ask for (Currently writing for Stranger Things 💕).

When you're requesting work from a writer, please don't send the same exact request to multiple writers.

While I know it's really cool to see multiple takes on the same idea, doing this has the potential to cause confusion in the community, and it can be really disheartening when multiple people are working hard to post a request only to find that the exact same specifics have already been done.

I'm not upset, and I'm definitely not trying to be mean to anyone; this is genuinely a thing that I, myself, did not know until recently, so I just thought I would share!

[fishsticksloser]

My I request a rottmnt x reader where they are out spending time with reader but they run into one of the villains (like ghostbear, meat sweats, or hypno your choice) and they find out that they are the reader's uncle that they haven't seen in a long time, so they catch up and see how they've been? Sorry if this request is long. Remember to stay hydrated

Villain Uncle

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: aged up, awkwardness, a tiny bit of violence, not written as headcannons

A/N: Honestly, I stopped staying hydrated for a while, but I'm back to drinking a lot of water. Stay hydrated!! I would like to preface with the fact that before Hypno mutated he went by Mezmer-Ron so I'm assuming his name was Ron... I honestly had no clue what to do with Ghostbear...

Donnie

You meet up with Donnie in the alley between the buildings you were perched on. You put the few pieces of mystic metal you found in his bag before you both turned to go back to the lair.

"Well well..." You hear a familiar New Zealand accent. Donnie tensed next to you. "I've found a turtle..."

Donnie turned and pulled out his bō, eyebrows drawn down. "I was in the middle of something." Donnie sighed. You turned to see the mutant hippo, who was all ready to pounce when he saw you.

"Y/N?" The hippo asks, lowering his rings.

"Uncle Ron?" You question.

"Uncle Ron?" Donnie turns to you.

"By days..." Hypno gasps, rings dropping to the ground. You race to him, enveloping him in a hug. A few years ago he just disappeared. "I haven't seen you in years, you've gotten so big."

"I'm hoping you weren't planning on killing my boyfriend." You laughed, Donnie hesitantly approached.

"You're dating a turtle?" Hypno huffs, both men glaring at each other.

"Says the hippo..." You answer.

Leo

Leo had portaled you guys to the beach for a day of relaxation. At least that was the plan, but soon Leo was fighting 2 giant crab men.

"I hate the Sando brothers..." Leo groans, being able to take a quick break from fighting to check on you.

"Sando?" You ask. He nods, watching them to make sure he didn't put you in danger. "Like... Ben and Carl Sando. Acrobats."

"Uh yeah..." Leo frowns, looking at you. "Why?"

"They're my uncles." You answer.

"Uncles? Your uncles are crab men... Why didn't you tell me you were related to the Sando's?"

"It never came up!" Ben charged, you quicky stepped in front. "Ben!"

"Y/N?" He grunts, skidding to a stop, Carl flies into him, making them fall over. "It really is you! What are you doing with this turtle?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Aren't you a little young to be dating?" Carl glares at Leo.

Eventually they simmer down and you all go out for lunch to catch up. Your mom will be really happy knowing her brothers are okay.

Mikey

Mikey was headed to meet you at a yo'kai restaurant close by. He turned the corner and saw you with Meat Sweats. He couldn't see your face, but he saw Meat Sweats' gross smile. You were in danger, he had to do something.

"And I —"

"Y/N!?" Mikey calls. Rupert looked up, recognizing the orange turtle's voice. "Get away from them."

"Mikey." You grab his hand and pull him closer. "This is my uncle. Rupert Swaggert. This is my boyfriend, Mikey, he's a huge fan of Consenting Kitchen."

"Your uncle?" Mikey asks, at the same time Rupert says: "Your boyfriend?"

"We just bumped into each other." You smiled. "I haven't seen him since before he mutated."

Neither man spoke, nor did they look at you. They glared at each other. Sure Mikey was a fan of Rupert Swaggert, but he wasn't the biggest fan of Meat Sweats.

"Uh... I'm see you later, I have a date tonight." You smiled awkwardly at your uncle before dragging Mikey into the restaurant.

Raph

Both of you were chilling out in the park together. It was dark, so there wasn't a fear of people seeing him. You had grabbed takeout and drinks for a late night picnic.

This was your first date in months due to the missions Raph had to go on. But it made it all the more special.

"You wouldn't believe the guy that came in today at work." You laughed. Raph chuckled, not speaking so you could continue your story. "He kept trying to tell me that he needed left handed pencils. Like I was an idiot."

"Only one turtle?" Someone asks. You both turn and see a polar bear. "Y/N? What are you doing with this turtle?"

"Ghostbear..." Raph huffs. "I was just enjoying a date night..."

"Ghostbear?" You look at Raph who nods. "Like the pro wrestler?"

"Yeah?"

"That's my uncle!"

"What? You never told me! I was a huge fan of his... Until he tried to kill us."

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I wish There was an scene where Ralph Starts gong savage and beat on the crab brothers! (I JUST LOVE SAVAGE RALPH SO MUCH)

Ok!

[rae-pss]

Hello! can I ask you about the Bucciarati Gang with a character whose Stand can only copy other people's Stands. For example, if, when they got into the Gang, they would constantly carry a “therapy animal” with them, but in fact it is a Sando-user animal, and the character simply copies its abilities. the truth is revealed when, due to danger, the pet was convinced or died and the character had to use the Stands of the gang members. sorry if there are too many conditions here

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . this one took me quite a time, i didn't even know what to write specifically. wishing i understood it correctly (😭). i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, i didn't specify the animal but the stand is called "the animals", 349 words.

the group never questioned your constant companion at all times of the day, even accepting that wherever you were, your pet would surely accompany you.

neither could they think much about how affectionate the animal was at times with them, simply accepting that as normal for the creature. little did they suspect the real reason behind this peculiar behavior was because, through direct touch, your stand could use its abilities.

which ended up ruining your plan to keep your ability a secret as much as possible when, during a tough battle, [the animals] left your side and ended up getting between narancia's legs, which led to the appearance of a second [aerosmith] through the skies.

that was not what you expected, neither you nor anyone else for a matter of fact; but there was nothing you could do, not when the small plane was already in flight and visible to everyone present.

there was no time to waste when the battle was so complicated.

it was not until once it was over, once some calm was felt in the atmosphere that the group went towards you in search of the long-awaited answers.

and, that was when you had to explain to them everything you once avoided sharing about your stand. an accumulation of information that you had hidden from their knowledge for all that time you were in the group.

in general, this lack of confidence on your part hurt everyone, to a greater or lesser extent.

that you distrusted it to such an extent was expected as it was painful for those who wore their hearts on their sleeves.

the event ended in a displacement, a kind of wall that separated others from you. one that was breaking as they accepted what happened and you asked for their forgiveness, at least from those who were most hurt.

after that bump in the road, everything returned to how it used to be. only now they understood why your companion was so affectionate in those moments. some even tease you by arguing why you might need their stands right away.

[restwellsoon]

Nothing in Particular | 4 - To Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say

Pairing: Omota Uramichi x F!Reader

Summary: A series of unexpected encounters and misunderstandings causes you to fill a large and gaping hole in Uramichi’s life.

Minors and blank blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Warnings: Usahara puking, things getting heated between Reader and Uramichi

The studio lobby sounded busier than usual, and the cast couldn’t help their curiosity. There shouldn’t have been any kids visiting since today was a designated rehearsal day. There weren’t any studio tours either. It was a rare treat for a Friday, so the sudden noise was something to be investigated. This could have been a telltale sign that their peaceful transition into the weekend might be disrupted (because of Derekida). 

Utano was the first to hear Mei’s chirpy voice directing whoever it was towards their direction.

“Thank–oh. Surprise!” You greeted Utano, raising the box you held in your arms. 

It was clear that you weren’t visiting as a friend, based on your workwear. An office-appropriate top and tailored wide leg pants were paired with sensible heels. The only bits of your personal style were apparent in the jewelry you wore and how you styled your hair. Your company I.D. swung on the lanyard it hung on as you met her.

“What’re you doing here, Ms. Corporate?” Utano teased.

“I wanted to apologize for my team intruding on your company dinner last Friday,” you explained before leaning in so that only she could hear. “But really, I’m using that as an excuse to spend company money on those fruit sandos that we’ve been dying to try.”

She gave you a thumbs up. How many weeks had you been tagging each other in pictures and videos on social media? It was easy for you two to be influenced by viral cafes. Yeah, you’ve both had fruit sandos before but not from this particular place.

“What’s this?” Iketeru asked, trying to figure out why the logo on the box you held looked familiar.

Meanwhile, Usahara tried to figure out why you looked familiar. You gave him an awkward smile before returning your attention to Utano.

He nudged Kumatani and whispered, “Hey! Isn’t that the chick that Uramichi was bullying?”

The dark-haired mascot glanced at their senpai before answering. “Why would you think that Uramichi is a bully?”

“What do you mean why?” Usahara asked, voice returning to its normal volume of loud as fuck. “Dude, Uramichi bullies the hell out of us. I guess you aren’t open-minded enough to think that he could bully girls too.”

There was too much to unpack in Usahara’s statement, but most importantly, Kumatani didn’t really care. What was more interesting was the fact that the older man paid them no attention, instead focusing on the strangers in the lobby.

Standing awkwardly to the side of you was a kid that looked straight out of college. He was fresh-faced and bright-eyed despite being uncertain of where he belonged in this situation. His tie was slightly crooked and a few hairs were misplaced as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.

In stark contrast to him was the man to your right. He was the epitome of a handsome salaryman from a drama. His hair was perfectly coiffed and his suit wrinkle free. He towered over everyone in the room and even threatened to outshine Iketeru.

Uramichi was hit with a feeling he hadn’t felt since his days as a professional athlete. A rival had suddenly appeared.

Without breaking your attention away from Utano, you introduced her to your colleagues.

“This is my friend, Utano,” you told them, “the one that’s a famous singer.”

The younger man wanted to nod enthusiastically and say that he remembered her from the other night, but he was under strict orders to be professional. He held his tongue and gave her a slight bow.

“And this is…” You weren’t sure of how to explain your relationship to Uramichi. He hadn’t even acknowledged you, standing slightly behind Utano, almost as if he didn’t want to be near you. “This is Uramichi oniisan. The face of the show.”

Pleased that you had called him by his name, Uramichi nodded towards them as a hello. Utano wondered what was up with his expression. Shouldn’t he be happy? His expression seemed annoyed.

“This is Daiki, one of the newest employees at my company.” Finally, the kid perked up at the mention of his name, bowing deeply before saying hello.

“And this is Ken, my colleague and fellow regional manager. The territory he covers actually falls within this district.”

“Which is why they’re so close!” Daiki said brightly.

Would it be too obvious if you turned to glare at him? Damn, you really shouldn’t glare at your subordinate, you reminded yourself. But still! You bit the inside of your cheek. You didn’t want Uramichi to misunderstand your relationship.

…which was exactly what he did. Uramichi had seen enough shitty dramas to know that forced proximity was an easy way to fall in love. It made sense when he thought about it too. It was Japanese culture to spend most of your waking hours at work. It was an obvious setting for love. Perhaps things fizzled out between you because things were heating up between you and him.

Uramichi looked at Ken again. The guy was easily over six feet tall.

“Kentaro Maeda,” he said, offering his surname and business card.

The elation Uramichi felt turned into a downward spiral as he held the card in his hand. Ah, so you were already on a first name basis with him. The rest of the introductions were a buzz in his ears as he realized what that meant.

But! Uramichi faced more fearsome opponents in the past, hadn’t he? He’d been the underdog and unfavored in previous competitions and still managed to achieve first place. He couldn’t let this salaryman beat him when it came to competing for your affection. He looked for possible ways to beat him.

“Isn’t that heavy?” Uramichi suddenly asked, abruptly halting the group’s conversation. “I can carry that for you.”

There was no way you could have him carry the box. What was inside was specifically for him. You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“But it looks heavy,” he insisted.

You didn’t back down. “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Okay,” he said, “but I’m stronger than you.”

It was then that you noticed what he was wearing. Rather than his tasio no oniisan uniform, he wore casual athleisure instead. A snug shirt and gym shorts highlighted his toned frame, bringing you back to his apartment. Why was he so handsome and confident in his abilities? How could you have humiliated yourself in front of him?

A challenger has appeared, Usahara thought, and now Uramichi wants to crush her. It was clear to him that you were flustered by his assertiveness, just like how you were when he insisted that you call him by his first name.

“Hey, how ‘bout we set up in the lounge?” Usahara suggested. “Wouldn’t wanna waste our last break out here, am I right? ‘Sides, food is a great way to distract the big boss from piling on more work.” He looked at his senpai. “Yo Uramichi, wanna come with me to tell the director and the rest of the crew that we got a delicious gift?”

Using his chipper made-for-TV voice, Uramichi answered. “Great idea!”

Usahara was pleased that the suggestion got Uramichi off your back. He knew what it felt like to be at the end of his senpai’s wrath and was glad that he could at least spare you from that fate.

Chills ran up his spine as Uramichi quietly told him to eat shit. 

–

By the time the duo returned with the rest of the crew, the food had been set up, effectively distracting Derekida and the assistant directors. You were happy to see that the Together with Maman staff were enjoying the gift. You delegated Daiki and Ken with the task of charming the crew members while you set up the sandwiches in a presentable manner. It was simple enough that they couldn’t fuck it up.

Seeing that everyone had food in their hands, you decided it was best not to linger anymore. You made your rounds to say goodbye, dragging Daiki with you as you approached Uramichi.

“We’ll be heading out first,” you told Uramichi. You had successfully avoided him for the most part, but knowing you had an escape route made you comfortable with meeting him one last time. “But first, Daiki has something that he’d like to tell you regarding that comment he made the other night.”

Uramichi couldn’t even remember what the kid had said.

“It was inappropriate and unprofessional of me to tell you that I get laid thanks to you, your colleagues, and the show.”

You nodded along, satisfied that he went with the script you had practiced in the company car. However, you stopped when he continued on.

“I, in fact, rarely get laid. I’m actually dropping off my lil sister at school during the time that Together with Maman airs, but I wanted to sound funny and cool in front of my co-workers.”

Daiki looked pitiful, especially with the aura of disappointment you sent in his direction. His eyes were staring at Uramichi’s shoes in what you assumed was repentance. In reality, Daiki fought every urge to ask Uramichi how he got that exclusive Onitsuka Tiger colorway. 

“Apology accepted?” Uramichi said hesitantly.

Daiki’s eyes shot up from the floor when Uramichi accepted his apology. Great! Since he accepted his apology, maybe that meant he could ask him about his shoes.

The inside of your cheek might be bitten raw by the end of the day. That was not the professional, succinct yet sincere apology you had practiced. Daiki, what the fuck.

“Aren’t we lucky that Uramichi is so gracious?” You said to Daiki. He nodded furiously. “Now scram,” you mouthed.

Your kouhai hesitantly left your side, throwing a peace sign out to Uramichi when you weren’t looking. 

Now that it was just the two of you, your embarrassment came back in full force. Still, you handed him that small box that you were protecting so fiercely. “I didn’t want the others to know that I got you a separate gift,” you admitted shyly.

“I heard that you don’t like sweets.” Because you scoured the internet for his food preferences all night like a coward. You hoped that interview from nine years ago still held true. “So I got you something a little different but still special.”

He opened the box to find a pork cutlet sando, and on its soft white bread, a message was branded.

Congrats on your award nomination. Uramazing ☺

Did he hate it? You wondered. Uramichi was just staring at the sandwich.

“It’s a little different,” you mentioned again, “but I hope it didn’t disappoint you too much.” Maybe you overhyped it.

“I can’t eat it,” he finally said.

Your smile fell. You knew you shouldn’t have trusted that old ass article. It was probably some PR shit his coach had made up. You wanted to melt into the floor.

“Is it because of the flavor?” You chose the one with the most amount of protein though. “Or is it not your preference?” 

Maybe it would have been better to go with something more straight-forward like a box of high quality meat. It would have been difficult to justify that outlier expense though, and it would have been immediately flagged as suspicious if recorded. Maybe he could tell that you were spending company money and being a bit dishonest. Was he disgusted with your behavior?

“It’s… it’s too cute to eat,” he explained, breaking through your thoughts. “I don’t want to bite it and ruin it.”

Huh?

“You could take a picture of it, if it’s that precious?” You suggested, guessing that it should have been obvious from your interactions with him that he wasn’t a foodie.

“Right!” He said, pretending that it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You counted down before taking a picture of him and the sando on your phone. “I’ll send it to you soon,” you told him before leaving. “Hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

Utano pulled you aside before you left the studio completely. “I could feel the tension between you,” her eyes gleamed, “so let’s schedule something together ASAP.”

Uramichi couldn’t help but notice how close you and Ken walked together while leaving the studio. 

–

It bothered him for the rest of the day and into the next too. He couldn’t remember jack shit half the time, so why was this gnawing at him? It was worse than when he forgot what the fuck a macaron was. He couldn’t think of how to describe what he was feeling.

Noticing Uramichi staring at his phone, Nekota suggested, “Whoever it is that you’re waiting for, why don’t you reach out first?”

“Does it look like I’m waiting for someone?” He asked.

Usahara piped up. “Nah, it looks like you’re pining, bro! Who’s the lucky lady that has you wrapped around her finger?”

That was when Kumatani connected the dots. The Mud Shack usually lightened up Uramichi’s mood, but he’d been a dark cloud all night, staring at his empty notification screen and sighing. You weren’t just Utano’s friend. You weren’t a victim of Uramichi’s harsh life lessons either. You were the woman who rushed past him and Usahara over the weekend. It could have been a coincidence since Uramichi’s apartment complex was huge, but what if…?

Giving the blond a dirty look, Uramichi snapped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I can tell you whose hand will be wrapped around your throat if you don’t shut it.”

Grimacing, Usahara tried to pacify Uramichi with another drink, flagging down the server. Kumatani sighed while Nekota laughed. 

–

Nekota’s suggestion lingered in Uramichi’s head as he headed home, shifting his shoulder to accommodate the near-dead weight beside him. He’d think of anything at this point to distract himself from Usahara’s excessive drooling and pouting. Once again, his kouhai was drunk out of his mind, and the others immediately bailed when it came to bringing the blond home.

Since when did he start taking advice from Nekota of all people? This was the same man that had been married and divorced twice! But perhaps that also meant that he knew more than the average person…? Wisdom was still wisdom regardless of the failures that led to such knowledge, right?

He shook his head, staring at your name in his phone as he waited for the pedestrian light to change signals.

“God, I wish I were–” Usahara started.

Luckily for Uramichi, the light changed, and he ribbed Usahara so he’d start walking.

–

Law & Sons was surprisingly busy for a late Saturday night, and you were unsure of why the best konbini of the neighborhood was packed. There were only deals on milk and chewing gum. Part of its charm was the fact that it was nearly empty at all hours of the day, often disregarded for the more popular chains. Still, you braved through the crowd and (im)patiently waited in line.

While stuck in the queue–the poor college student was overwhelmed–you used that time to send Uramichi the picture of him and his personalized sando. You’d been meaning to send it to him but had been chickening out last minute, unable to get past your embarrassment. Still, he looked so adorable with that shocked expression that bloomed into a wide grin, as if he wasn’t used to human kindness.

You selected the picture, and once more, you were stuck on hitting send. It’d be odd to send the picture without saying anything, but what could you possibly write?

Hi, here’s the pic I took of you the other day. You look really nice. I really like your smile here~ Ugh, no.

You look very handsome here, especially when you smile. Doesn’t that sound as if he doesn’t normally look handsome?

Nice smile. You kept reading it in a sarcastic tone.

Ah! You thought of something good.

–

After dumping Usahara at the tables in front of Law & Sons, Uramichi fished his phone out of his pocket as he made his way to the anti-hangover drink section. He clicked on your message thread. The last message you sent each other was dated from last Friday. He sighed, putting his phone away while grabbing two Ukon no Chikaras, then headed towards the drink aisle in the back. He’d get a Pocari Sweat for him and Usahara.

Uramichi always threatened to leave the blond out on the streets one day, but next time, he really would do it. He already anticipated Usahara sleeping in until the late afternoon, bumming around his apartment until night, effectively wasting Uramichi’s Sunday.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Was he losing his hearing along with his will to live? Or was it because the konbini was oddly crowded right now? He checked the notification after queuing up.

He stared at your message. What did you mean?

The pic turned out better than expected.

Adjusting the small basket he placed all the drinks in, he zoomed in on his face, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.

Was he naturally unphotogenic? Did you think the whole concept of him taking a pic with a sando was weird? Were you perhaps doubting your photography skills? There were a myriad of reasons as to why you said that, and it could also explain why you didn’t send the picture until now.

–

You stepped forward, placing your items on the counter. It was stupid, but finally hitting send on your message made you feel free. And now that you felt lighter, you felt luckier too.

“A scratcher, please,” you told the clerk, sliding the correct amount of change.

When you turned to leave, a familiar face caught your eye.

“Michi?”

The brunette jolted at the sound of someone calling his name a second time. At first he thought it was a mistake. 

Your greeting turned into regret as you realized how sloppy you looked. Your hair was unstyled, your face bare, and you went out in your ratty old lounge clothes and Crocs. You only went out like this because you thought the konbini run would be quick.

He perked up when he realized who was calling out to him, and he waved to you from two people behind, his phone still in his hand.

“I was just about to text you back,” he said.

“Right,” you said, nervousness creeping back up, “the picture. It really came out well. I don’t know why, but my photos always turn out a little blurry or out of focus. I’m glad I took a good one of you smiling though.”

Was that what you meant? Uramichi wondered as you stood beside him in line. How vain he was to think that you were commenting on his looks.

You were right to buy a scratcher. Maybe you’d buy a lottery ticket too depending on Uramichi’s next answer.

You walked side-by-side while leaving the konbini, waiting for its little jingle to stop before you asked him, “Wanna come over to my place since I’m close?” You tried to downplay your eagerness to be with him by highlighting your proximity to the konbini. 

Perhaps now was Uramichi’s time to live up to his threats, and yet guilt panged at him and kicked at his heart. As much of an irresponsible manchild he was, Usahara shouldn’t be left piss drunk on the streets.

“I can’t,” he said immediately.

“Yeah, it’s late,” you tried to play it off. What were you thinking? He probably wanted to go back to his place and sleep.

“No, it’s not that. I’m bringing someone back to my place.”

Uramichi might as well have shat on your scratcher, along with your heart.

He was taking home another woman? You really didn’t think he was the type. Should you tell him off? But it wasn’t as if you two were a thing to begin with.

Unsure of what that expression on your face meant, Uramichi further explained himself, pointing at the dumbass whose face practically melted into the table.

That’s who he was taking home. The weird guy that winked at you at the dinner party? The one that tried to get between you and Uramichi at the studio? Here Usahara was, cockblocking again.

“He had too much to drink,” he said before mumbling to Usahara, “Get your ass up.” Weakly, Usahara stood while Uramichi shoulders most of his weight, picking up the taller man with ease.

“I’ll walk you home though.”

You looked at him skeptically. You knew that Uramichi was strong, but carrying Usahara for a few more blocks sounded exhausting. “Are you sure you won’t be tired? I can call you a cab from my place.”

Did it make him, Usahara, or both of them look bad if Uramichi said that he was used to it? Besides, if he miraculously got tired, accidentally dropped Usahara into a bush, and needed to recuperate at your house alone, then that would be karma giving the blond what he deserved.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about us.”

Taking Uramichi’s bag from him, you commented, “You’re always walking me home, but when can I actually bring you back to my place?” Making a joke of your blunders was the only way you could face him. You swung both bags as you walked.

He shut your suggestion down quickly. “I have a high alcohol tolerance, so I doubt that'll ever happen,”

Was he really brushing you off that blatantly? “You know what I’m saying, right? I just want to be sure.”

Uramichi was puzzled. “You’re talking about bringing me back to your place because I’m too drunk to get back to my own.”

You shook your head. “No, bringing someone back to your place usually means you’re bringing them home with you to fuck.”

Perhaps you should have used a less crude word in your explanation. Uramichi went into a full stop right before your apartment building. 

“Fuck…?” Was this what you wanted all this time? Were you actually flirting with him instead of being friendly? “You…?”

Fuck you? Why was Uramichi saying fuck you? That wasn’t directed at him, right? Usahara wondered. His senpai wasn’t one to swear–especially compared to Kumatani’s potty mouth–but maybe he said or did someone to push Uramichi over the edge. Everything was a blur after that third round of shochu though.

Usahara opened his eyes to see concrete instead of the izakaya they were hanging out at. He followed a strange pair of shoes beside Uramichi’s, looking up until he saw you. Gasping, he straightened up, twisting Uramichi’s arm with the movement.

“I guess someone sobered up?” Uramichi glowered, rubbing at his arm.

“Why did you say fuck you? To her? Dude, Mich, what do you have against her?” Usahara asked frantically.

Both you and Uramichi stared, trying to decipher Usahra’s drunken blabbering. He was mumbling nonsense and working himself up, but the last word he clearly said was nauseous. You directed Uramichi towards a trash can in front of your building, but it was too late. Usahara puked on Uramichi’s shirt and pants.

You tried not to gag while Uramichi tried to control his anger. Usahara, meanwhile, was fighting for his life, swallowing down the remnants of his sickness. 

“You definitely need to come inside,” you told them. “I’ll clean your shirt.”

–

Uramichi dumped Usahara on your couch with as little grace as possible, rolling his shoulders before evaluating the mess the blond had made. You pushed a trash can by his face and set the anti-hangover drink and Pocari beside him.

“Ya think he’ll be okay if we leave him alone for a bit?” You asked Uramichi. Usahara was knocked out again, but that unexpected puke session made you nervous. 

“Despite his name, he’s built like a roach. If Usahara’s body truly was as weak as it looks, he would have been dead by now.”

Oof, that was harsh, but you’d probably feel the same if your friend threw up on you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first,” you said, taking Uramichi to the bathroom.

(Un)luckily, it seemed like the mess was a mixture of stomach acid and alcohol, despite the putrid smell.

“It might be easier if you take off your clothes and I spray it down with the shower head,” you said, hoping that he didn’t think there were any perverse reasons behind your suggestion.

Cautiously, Uramichi removed his shirt and pants, throwing it in the tub. You busied yourself by detaching the showerhead and hosed them down, stopping the water when it looked clean enough. Leaning over the tub, you wrung out any excess water.

You were so caught up in what you were doing that you forgot what you asked Uramichi to do. His boxers teased at what you missed out on last weekend. The water dripped onto the bathmat as you stood in a trance. You had to leave before your fantasies become intrusive.

“I’m gonna throw these in the wash real quick,” you said, slipping past him and that solid core.

“Do you wanna wash up?” You asked him, returning with a clearer mind. You didn’t give Uramichi time to answer, shoving a towel into his arms, and you quickly showed him the settings.

As steam filled the room, Uramichi looked at the neatly folded pair of clothes you left behind. Were these your ex’s clothes? They were certainly not women’s clothes, he thought, as a flash of annoyance hit him. 

Sighing, he let the warm water hit his back as he looked at various bottles for the body wash. Giving the correct bottle a few pumps, he lathered the liquid onto his body. He shouldn’t be picky or bratty when imposing on you.

–

With Uramichi in the shower, you checked on Usahara snoozing away on your couch. It was somewhat irritating watching the blond sleep, a slight smile on his face as drool dripped out of the corner of his mouth. You’d have to scrub the cushions later.

This fucker–whether he realized it or not–was always getting in your way. You couldn’t be too harsh on him though, at least not tonight. If it weren’t for him, Uramichi would have walked you home and left, leaving you two to go on your separate ways.

“Is he doing alright?” Uramichi asked, drying his hair with the smaller towel you provided.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, giving him a startled response that turned into bashfulness. “Yeah, he’s just–um,” You turned around to face the blond instead of him. “He’s doing fine. Drooling quite a bit though.”

From behind, you missed the face that Uramichi made, sighing as he admitted that Usahara did that often.

“You’re a good friend,” you told him before moving past him so you could bring him some tea. 

Uramichi declined, saying that he got himself something at the konbini too.

“It’ll take another 30 - 45 minutes for your clothes to dry, so…” You trailed off, unsure if you should say your heart’s desires out loud. Uramichi had to want something too, coming out like that, right?

Sparing him a glance, you watched as he ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking some droplets onto his skin. They cascaded down the thick muscles of his torso until they were stopped by the towel loosely wrapped around his hips. You could see a peek of the black band of his boxers.

You swallowed. “Do you wanna lay in bed while we wait? Besides, I owe you from last time.”

How could Uramichi forget? His sheets smelled like you for a few days after, and he was pleased to smell like you right now. He silently followed you to your bed.

Well, this’ll be awkward, you thought, as you stared at your bed, now realizing the consequences of your suggestion. Uramichi would lay in bed with you in his underwear.

“Um, ifit’salrightwithyou,” you spoke quickly, “couldyoutakeoffthetowel? I don’t want my sheets to get wet.”

He nodded, “That’s fine,” and complied with your request.

“You can’t really see anything from the couch,” you over-explained, motioning to the large bookcase partition that divided the room into unequal parts. If someone really did want to look, they’d have to look through the gaps in each cubby space. “Though, we’d just have to keep our voices down.”

Uramichi sat at the edge of the bed and leaned back, making you curse yourself for dimming the overhead lights. The only light that shone was from the TV, and with it, you could only make out the shadows of his body.

Your words kept playing in his head since you said it, silenced only when you two were speaking or he was lost in anxious thinking. When can I actually bring you back to my place? Bringing someone back to your place usually means you’re bringing them home with you to fuck.

Uramichi truly was a fool when it came to love. Until now he hadn’t considered your intentions. He only knew that he enjoyed your time together. Things were starting to make sense: why you kissed him, the odd statements that you’d sometimes throw out, how sometimes you’d act self-conscious.

“Are you saying that because you want to fuck me?”

You were at a loss for words. Your only options were to deny it or admit it. You’d been wishing for weeks that Uramichi would understand what you were getting at, and now that he did, you didn’t know what to say.

Quietly, you confessed, “Yes.”

He hummed. So that’s what you wanted from him. His dreams of domestic bliss were simply that–dreams. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe he was pathetic–it all depended on one’s perspective–but he thought he’d be satisfied with this if it was with you. 

“Come here then,” he said, settling in your bed.

Your mind raced as you crawled into his lap, straddling him. He stopped you as your hand was pulling up your shirt.

“I didn’t mean now. I just… I wanted to know why,” he said at your confusion. “My friend’s asleep in the other room.” 

It was almost as if he was chastising you for your eagerness, yet instead of embarrassment you were even more turned on. It was one of those things where the more forbidden it was, the hotter it seemed.

“We can kiss though,” he offered.

He must have used your mouth wash. Uramichi’s breath tasted like spearmint as you kissed, lips pressing against each other hard as your tongues explored. Your hands wandered too, pressing into his chest before taking his to guide them where you wanted.

Uramichi’s hips rolled into yours as he squeezed your ass. You could feel the entirety of his length, but you took more interest in his girth. You’d seen a hint of it–felt it too–last week, but rubbing against it was something else entirely. You whined into the kiss, shifting in his lap to get the most friction.

“You said we had to keep our voices down,” he whispered hotly into your ear, “but here you are being noisy.”

He spoke in that matter-of-fact tone of his, not unusual from his typical manner of speech. This time, like earlier, had the same effect on you. There was this underlying current of power between you, and it was clear that Uramichi had the upper hand.

“Mhm,” you mumbled into his neck. “I did.” You pressed your body into his to ease this ache you felt. “It’s hard not to be when you’re teasing me like this though.”

Both your heads were swimming, and you clung onto each other for comfort. For a moment, Uramichi thought his resolve would break at your words. If you asked, then and there, for him to fuck you into the mattress, Uramichi would have given you everything you asked for, but you didn’t. He placed a kiss to the side of your mouth.

“I can’t help it,” he told you, grateful for the poor lighting. He was certain his face was flushed. “I missed you.”

You peppered his neck with little kisses before looking up at him. “If you miss me, you’re not supposed to be mean about it.”

“When I miss you again,”–Ugh, your heart skipped with the words that he chose–“I’ll be good to you the next time we meet.”

You kissed on his promise.

–

Uramichi woke up feeling refreshed, proud that he even woke up before his alarm. His room was nice and dark too. He decided then to sleep for a few more minutes. He snuggled into his pillow but it felt odd. Lifting up his head and waiting for his eyes to adjust, he realized that his head was resting on your tits while his legs wrapped around yours.

“Mornin’,” you yawned, stretching and flexing against his body. “Sleep okay?” You asked, blindly reaching for your phone to check the time.

He hadn’t heard that question in years. Work trips where he had to share his room didn’t count of course. Internally, he jumped with joy, feeling as if he could take on the day after speaking to you.

“Really good, actually,” he said. “I haven’t felt this well rested in months.”

You laughed, flipping your phone screen back to how you found it. It was still too early–6 am to be exact. “Is that so? You should sleep here more often then.”

He mumbled in agreement before asking for his phone. Uramichi checked his messages, relieved that he didn’t miss anything important. There were three messages from Nekota freaking out about having his kids early the next day (which was today actually), one from Kumatani saying that he got home, and another, oddly enough from Hachita, thanking Uramichi for always looking after his brother. What Uramichi was worried about the most was Usahara waking up in the middle of the night. He hadn’t even realized that he himself fell asleep in your bed.

“Thanks for everything,” he said, feeling himself grow hot once more as he recounted what you did last night. The heavy petting and make out session was enough to temporarily whet both your desires. He knew he shouldn’t stay longer lest they grew once more. “But I have to go.” His eyes glanced through the bookcase to where Usahara laid.

Giving a quiet whine in protest, you got out of bed first, venturing towards the dryer to get his clothes.

Once dressed, Uramichi took on the task of waking up Usahara.

“We gotta go,” he told him, pinching Usahara’s nose. The younger man snorted but continued to sleep. “Seriously,” he said, this time poking at his ribs.

“Huh? Wha–ouch! Whadda’hell man?”

Uramichi continued to poke him until Usahara actually sat up. Blearily, he rubbed at his eyes taking in his surroundings. The room was dark but clearly not Uramichi’s apartment. Had he… Had he finally scored with a girl?! No, he realized as Uramichi glared at him. If he did, Uramichi would definitely not be there.

“Where are we? I don’t–I uh–” before Usahara could finish his sentence, Uramichi shoved the anti-hangover drink down his throat.

“We’ll talk later. Let’s just say a konbini angel was looking after us, but I’d hate to intrude any longer. Get up.”

“Konbini angel? What?” Usahara laughed. “You still drunk, dude? You’re not making any sense.”

Ushering him to the door, Uramichi turned back to mouth ‘goodbye’ at you from your spot behind the partition. He insisted that it’d be easier–and quieter–for everyone if Usahara didn’t see you.

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