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[kenmas-consoles]

☁ loverman

includes: shinichiro sano warning/s: none word count: 1,134

unedited

The sun peered through the window that Saturday morning and despite it being a weekend Shinichiro had to go check up on his motor shop since missing a day's work didn't exactly pay the bills.

"Fuck"

The word so naturally left his lips as he sat up and wiped off the sleep in his eyes.

'Can never seem to catch a break around here' he thought, the events of the day before him started creeping back in his mind as his consciousness slipped in. Images of getting caught up in a brawl that night right after he had gotten into an argument with his younger brother Izana that day too.

Nothing seemed to be going right in his world anymore and with this thought another loud groan escaped him.

But then again even if those events hadn't happened he couldn't deny that God he hated mornings.

He didn't know what about mornings that made him despise it so much or when he even started hating this time of day all he knew was that seeing your hunched figure swaddled up in his blankets made it at least bearable.

(Y/N), his beloved, his one and only, the lover he had always wanted, his last pillar of sanity.

Beautiful, a word he'd often call you. If the world would allow it then he'd spend the rest of the day watching you.

His hand made his way to your side of the bed, stroking his fingers along the blanket sheets your figure used a fond smile creeping up his face.

His friends and even gang members would joke that you had him wrapped around your little pretty finger, it wasn't a lie though. He'd bend over backward just for you, just to see you smile at him with a grin so wide your cheeks would puff out and eyes would squint.

He sat up in his bed staring at your side for about five minutes before bringing a hand to wipe at his face trying to rid of all the drowsiness that consumed his body.

Taking another longing glance he stalked out of your shared bedroom not before mumbling a small "I love you" as he left the room to whip out breakfast for two.

A small smile moved up his face as he could almost hear a faint "i love you" back before he had closed the bedroom door shut.

He wasn't used to cooking breakfast but for you damn he'd try his hardest. He barely remembers when the last time he had cooked for the two of you anyway.

Deciding for the classic breakfast eggs shouldn't be too hard to do he went up to grab the pan to put on the counter.

Shinichiro smiled as he cooked up the eggs recalling the time you were surprised that "he could even mess up cooking eggs"

Well, it was better than nothing he reasoned after plating up your share before making himself a cup of coffee to fuel him for the day.

Taking a sip out of his favorite black coffee he was surprised that it tasted quite bland, it was the same brand that he always brewed, he wondered if he had done anything differently.

He just came back to the realization that you were the cook in this relationship

Still, it was strange he thought

Shinichiro wasted no time putting your share of breakfast in the fridge along with a small note before leaving the house.

Outside the shared apartment he sent you small text. He knew you wouldn't see it until much later since you were the type to wake around 10 on a weekend, taking your chance to sleep in. Regardless, he always wants to be the first person to greet you awake and the last person you'd hear from at the end of the day

[Loverboy]

Goodmorning I love you <3

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The day passed without a hitch but it was strange that you hadn't sent him a message or a phone call which sent him over the edge. 11 pm and yet he had heard nothing from you, he knows for a fact that you haven't even replied to his morning text either.

He couldn't help but feel anxious as he locked up the shop for the night and ran back to your shared apartment. Earning a few looks by the local passersby and a call from those who did know him asking what had happened.

But never once did he slow down even as he fumbled with the keys before bursting through the door like a mad man. He didn't waste time calling your name either but to no avail.

A thousand thoughts ran through his head as he went through every single room of your shared apartment calling your name.

"(Y/n) please this isn't funny" he cried, checking his phone once, twice, thrice.

Bursting out of the apartment and leaned over the railings as his finger hovered over the call button on your contact.

"Fuck" he cursed as it directed him to voicemail. Where the hell were you?!

Looking over another one of his contacts he sees (F/n) and wastes no time to hit the call button.

It rang once, twice

"Sano," a cold voice greeted him, "It's pretty late, the hell do you want?"

"Thank God," Shinichiro breathed out as he ran a hand through his hair, "(Y/n)? Is she with you? Please she's not home-"

"I don't ever remember her saying getting back together with you"

His breath hitched,

That's right. . . You weren't here anymore, you and he. . .

"If that's all, I'm hanging up," they say.

For a while, he had stayed there outside his apartment by the railings with his phone still pressed against his ear in a daze

No, it couldn't have. . . he saw you just this morning

'Right?' A lump formed in his throat

He went to go check back into his apartment, to the room you both had shared. Your side of the bed was empty minus the pile of hoodies you wore that he hadn't the heart to clean up towards the kitchen he saw that "your" breakfast still sat by the fridge

Sliding down to the floor

God, he was an idiot

Shinichiro laughed as tears prickled the corners of his eyes, "Have I finally lost it?" he murmurs.

Taking out his phone once more looking over your contact, more specifically your last message. Throwing his head back as it was dated August 27, today was the 21st of September

More tears welled in his eyes as he pulled on his hair

He wanted to be selfish, to call you his, to bask in your presence and not just a memory

In one last pathetic attempt, he opened up your contact once more

[Loverboy]

Goodnight I love you <3

Clutching the phone to his chest he choked back a sob before a waterfall of tears came running down his cheeks.

On the kitchen floor, pathetic, what was he to do without you

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And I'm Mr.Loverman and I miss my lover

[Seen]

Haii new blog here and this is my first Tokyo Revengers fic hope you like it!

Not sure if you guys would want a part two for this but if yall do then I have quite a few ideas on how it might play out

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Hello honey! I hope you don't mind me requesting something with this topic but my father told me today that I should kill myself just because I bleached my hair and then that I should care about other's opinion and not my own so can I request how would William react to his s/o saying this to him? If you don't feel comfortable writing this it's fully okay, I understand 🤍 Thank you in advance though 🤍

Pairing: William Moriarty x Reader

Summary: You bleach your hair and your father disapproves and says harsh words that lead you crying and William is there to console you.

Word Count: 1,878

Warning: Mentions of death/ act of suicide

It was never a secret to anyone that being born into a prestigious lineage meant that you had watchful eyes on lock with your every move. Every action you made was like a public statement and it was quite restricting, never being able to act out in the open in fear of public judgement. It has been that way since you were young, (y/n) (l/n) the eldest daughter to a famous business tycoon in England.

Though upon meeting William a few years back right after a business transaction made by your father and William’s eldest brother Albert you had become close friends, and maybe something even more. The time you’ve spent with him made you feel free, free enough to express yourself because you knew he wasn’t one to judge. It was a breath of fresh air, you never had to worry about the public eye whenever you were with him. These days you have a little skip in your step, after gaining the confidence to just be yourself.

You had made a big decision of getting your hair dyed and you were quite jittery upon entering your estate with your newly done hair. The little adrenaline rush of somewhat planned impulsivity of getting it dyed thrilled you though you know that others may have mixed feelings about your new hair. It hadn't mattered to you much since you were sick of playing the perfect daughter role. You knew your parents would have to find out one way or another you just hoped they would be accepting. Besides, it was just hair and it wasn’t that bad. If anything you thought you looked 10x better a blonde.

Still, you made an effort into hiding it for the day and probably dropping the gun and talking about it tomorrow since you were still pretty tired.

Closing the doors silently you enter your room and just as you set out a sigh of relief you hear a clatter and a piercing shriek.

Maggie, your personal maid, was in your room with tea now stained on the carpet floor as she looked at you with wide eyes. Upon realizing it was just you, her young mistress, she had calmed down and rushed towards you. Holding you by the shoulders she inspected you in amazement.

“You- you’re hair!” she exclaimed in excitement, “You’re blonde! How-”

You giggled lightly at her amazement and loss of words and babbling as she held a few locks of your hair in her fingers.

“I’ve had it done earlier,” you said, giving a little spin. “How does it look?”

“Absolutely stunning dear!”

Her response brings a smile to your face.

“What in the heavens?!” A deep male voice exclaimed from behind the door and your smile had grown shaky as you realized that the voice belonged to your father.

You mustered up a smile and took a deep breath before facing him.

“Do you like it?” you asked. “It’s preposterous! outrageous! What were you thinking?! Or did you even think at all?!” “Please calm down it’s just- “Hair?” Pinching the bridge of his nose he turned away from you with a shake of his head. “ You’re being selfish again, why can’t you just listen?”

In a much quieter tone he says “why can't you just get it through your head that your actions greatly affect the family! your brother is months away from getting married and you-

why can't you just think about what others might think and stop with this nonsense.”

Each word brings a pang in your heart as your eyes sting with tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him either as you grew small in his presence, self conscious even.

A silence passed and neither of you spoke. The tension in the room was suffocating, your father looked as though he had more to say but he just clicked his tongue before moving towards the door.

“Maggie, please clean up this mess,” your father said without turning back to look at the now scampering maid.

Sparing one last look he sighs and says, “I’m done with this conversation, with you, you can go jump out the balcony for all I care.”

Once the door clicks shut, you fall on your knees. Never before had your father said anything so harsh nor has he raised his voice towards you before. The tears threatening to spill had already made its way down your cheeks and you choked up a sob. All the confidence you had built over the past years felt like it was deteriorating and the only feeling that ate you up was guilt and shame.

Maggie comes back in and rushes towards your side as she sees you crying. “He doesn’t mean that sweetie,” she says all while cooing consoling words and holding your crumpled form.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, your fathers words replaying like a broken record. Were you selfish? Was it your fault? You couldn’t help but think that and once again the ugly feeling of shame was boiling up within the pits of your stomach.

Watching from your balcony, your father who was talking to the coachman below. Downcast, he hadn’t spoken to you all day. Thinking back to last night where he couldn’t even look at you during family dinner nor even say a word to you during breakfast.

As though you were drilling holes into his head from above he had turned to face your balcony. You stepped back to avoid being seen but you saw him shake his head and then you felt the shame creep up again.

You were frustrated. At your father’s silence, his words, at yourself for letting it get to you so much. It was so really unlike you and you felt tears start to sting at your eyes. You knew your schedule was free today so you had decided to head for the Moriarty manor, your safe haven.

You made your way there without delay, gripping at your skirt as you sped through the streets of London, ignoring the weird stares and whispers of those who had recognised you. Nothing was more important now than getting there, since you were minutes away from breaking down once more.

Upon reaching the manor you were greeted by the familiar face of Louis who was tending to the gardens by the gate. Delighted you made your way towards him. “Louis!” He turned his head and stood with a shocked and bewildered expression as he blinked twice almost as if checking if what he saw was correct. “(y/n)?” he asked and you happily nodded.

“What happened to you, you look like you have been crying?” he asks.

You scratch your head a bit and mention how it was a long story not even denying the fact that he found out you were crying. Louis offers you another understanding smile as he walks with you to the manor telling you he’d go fetch William for you.

“I forgot to mention,” he says as he led you through the long hallways of the manor, “You look beautiful by the way, I’m sure my brother would think so too.”

You in turn blushed in response to his words.

“You can stay in the living room (y/n), I’ll go inform William of your presence now,” he says with a curt nod and a smile.

“Thanks Lou,” you say as you both exchange another set of smiles before he takes his leave.

A few minutes pass and you hear the sound of quick steps, the door of the living room bursting open to reveal none other than William Moriarty with the most agitated expression ever.

His agitation morphed to shock as he took one long look at you and he slowly moved towards the couch you had been sitting on.

One of his rare small smiles grace his face as he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand tenderly.

“You look different,” he jests, then takes a lock of your hair between his fingers and rubs them. You both sit in comfortable silence and he takes this time to inspect your face, he notices the little circles around your eyes and how puffy they look not to mention your slightly rosey tipped nose. It wouldn’t take a detective to know you had been crying.

He looks at you expectantly and you take it as a sign to start spilling the beans. You tell him of how you had dyed your hair the other day to sneaking into the family manor that night uptil how your father had scolded you for your actions.

William just sat there with his hand in yours, staring at you lovingly as you replayed the story. Squeezing your hands ever so lightly when you had told him that your father had told you to kill yourself. He was appalled with your father to say the least, you the most brilliant person he had met and someone had the audacity to say such hurtful things to.

As you move your arms around animatedly to show your frustrations he found them rather cute and amusing, another smile moves up to his face. You were too caught up in retelling the story to notice him bring his hands to your chin. He moves your chin to face him and this action silences you.

Smiling at you once more he moves the hand holding your chin to caress your face. “Listen,it's true you have to consider others' opinions but that's just the tip of the iceberg, think about it... do we have more confidence in their opinions than we do our own? self-care is never a selfish act.”

You sigh, taking his hand that was on your face in your own, “It’s different when those people are your family. I don’t know how I could go back and face th-” “You don’t have to go back,” he grumbles under his breath but enough for you to hear.

“...then where would I go?”

“Simple,” he says with a compelling dangerous glint in his crimson eyes. “You are of age now, stay with me. I will marry you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and awkwardly laughed it off thinking it was another one of Williams jokes but the look in his eye told you that he was dead serious. Your cheeks then set aflame as numerous butterflies crashed around your stomach and chest.

“I know it is much too early for a proposal but I promise to love and cherish you for as long as my heart keeps beating,” He then stands and extends a hand for you to take, almost a silent sign of asking you to accept. And once you do slip your hand in his he holds you by the waist for an embrace and whispers in your ear.

“Besides, I think you look lovely as a blonde.”

This comment leaves you in a fit of giggles. William James Moriarty will always continue to be your safe haven, a pillar of support.

Hey there angel I hope you’re feeling alright please remember that you cant let others decide your self worth for you so try not to let huetful comments let you down. I’m pretty sure you look amazing and hopefully your father will come around with getting used to seeing your hair that way. I hope this story was to your liking as well have some moriarty love!

Also I pretty much crammed this cause I only saw the request today and aaaaaaa im sorry anywayz hope you like it again sweetie!!

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Hey hey, the father thingy anon! I am really sorry I forgot about the gender of the reader! I kept thinking about the words from father so it totally slipped from my mind hehe.. Anyway if it's okay then I would like to ask for female reader 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you and sorry once again! 🤍

It’s alright sweetie I’ll be posting it soon sorry for seeing this so late. Just know that hair is just hair and your father had no right to go that far over something so small. I’m sure you look great so keep positive love!

Edit: okay I’ve finished it so here it is one william x reader link down below

Bleached

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Hi! Can I request platonic hcs of the Moriarty Bros interacting with a student of William's who got caught up in the whole "crime lord" thing and ended up joining their crew? I think it'd be neat. Thank you in advance!

A/n: aaaa this is my first moriarty the patriot story so I hope that it’s to your liking! Also i noticed that you didn’t exactly specify a gender for the student and considering he teaches in a private all male’s academy ion know imma use the rules of fiction and use a gender neutral reader/student anyways enjoy!

pairing: moriarty brothers with a platonic g/n student

word count:

 Headcanons: 

you were an insider

just like Fred your jobs consist of going undercover and gathering information

Just like any other student in the academy William taught at you had quite the status, a socialite from a well known family 

Coming from a family with a rather big name and that sort of status held its benefits which means you had access to information about various inside affairs and business 

and since you come from a respectable family that made you quite the spy because nobody would really suspect that the “kind (l/n) family heir would do such a thing” 

at first you had ended up becoming an unofficial member after Lucian’s case and continued to be the Moriarty’s eyes and ears 

but after an incident with another rival business that ended with your family dead, William generously offered his services of revenge 

after all that's transpired you ended up as a member to the moriarty crew

A real valued member at that

To say the Moriarty brothers are fond of you would be an understatement cause they treat you like a younger brother/sister

With Albert

Now Albert has always been a family man 

He loves his brothers a lot and dotes on them from time to time but more often than not he feels a bit dejected now that his brothers are now so grown up 

and when the addition of you joining the crew he was delighted to see a fresh face

There isn’t really much of an age gap between him and his brothers because they were around his age when they met but with you oh boy 

10 year age gap lezzgeddit 

He’ll use this as an opportunity to spoil you to make up for not being able to do that to William and Louis

He’d send you post cards, gifts and little trinkets

He regrets that he has to work in an office 

Albert loves it when you ramble about anything

It makes him feel soft that you trust him with your thoughts and even secrets

With William

Ever since the gang took you in and you moved out of the dorms expect to get culture shocked 

William at home and William in school are two different people 

There's this strict rule of separating school life and home life mostly because he wants to keep it professional

will occasionally join you for lunch doe 

It also feels weird not calling him Professor at home

Tutors you loads and sometimes laughs at your misery and failed attempts in answering math problems

He’s also really quite good in teaching other subjects like science, english, history and etc. 

kinda feels unreal 

finds it funny when you rant about school too and sometimes he’d give his two cents on some teachers or other students you find annoying

With Louis

He’s soft that he has a new younger sibling around

Boy is so used to being the youngest but now he has a younger sib around cue shocked Pikachu face

He’d spoil you the most out of all the brothers

Bakes you extra cookies cause why not

tries not to be obvious about it 

He’d ask you how school is going all the time even though he could literally ask William

He knows he isn’t much compared to his brothers but it warms his heart whenever you both hangout

He also is the best listener and secret keeper in the household so you’d go to him to rant all the time 

He’d get worried when you get assigned to do missions and would ask if you’d like him to accompany you 

Thinks you joining the team is a blessing 

[kenmas-consoles]

Hi! Can I request platonic hcs of the Moriarty Bros interacting with a student of William's who got caught up in the whole "crime lord" thing and ended up joining their crew? I think it'd be neat. Thank you in advance!

A/n: aaaa this is my first moriarty the patriot story so I hope that it’s to your liking! Also i noticed that you didn’t exactly specify a gender for the student and considering he teaches in a private all male’s academy ion know imma use the rules of fiction and use a gender neutral reader/student anyways enjoy!

pairing: moriarty brothers with a platonic g/n student

word count:

 Headcanons: 

you were an insider

just like Fred your jobs consist of going undercover and gathering information

Just like any other student in the academy William taught at you had quite the status, a socialite from a well known family 

Coming from a family with a rather big name and that sort of status held its benefits which means you had access to information about various inside affairs and business 

and since you come from a respectable family that made you quite the spy because nobody would really suspect that the “kind (l/n) family heir would do such a thing” 

at first you had ended up becoming an unofficial member after Lucian’s case and continued to be the Moriarty’s eyes and ears 

but after an incident with another rival business that ended with your family dead, William generously offered his services of revenge 

after all that's transpired you ended up as a member to the moriarty crew

A real valued member at that

To say the Moriarty brothers are fond of you would be an understatement cause they treat you like a younger brother/sister

With Albert

Now Albert has always been a family man 

He loves his brothers a lot and dotes on them from time to time but more often than not he feels a bit dejected now that his brothers are now so grown up 

and when the addition of you joining the crew he was delighted to see a fresh face

There isn’t really much of an age gap between him and his brothers because they were around his age when they met but with you oh boy 

10 year age gap lezzgeddit 

He’ll use this as an opportunity to spoil you to make up for not being able to do that to William and Louis

He’d send you post cards, gifts and little trinkets

He regrets that he has to work in an office 

Albert loves it when you ramble about anything

It makes him feel soft that you trust him with your thoughts and even secrets

With William

Ever since the gang took you in and you moved out of the dorms expect to get culture shocked 

William at home and William in school are two different people 

There's this strict rule of separating school life and home life mostly because he wants to keep it professional

will occasionally join you for lunch doe 

It also feels weird not calling him Professor at home

Tutors you loads and sometimes laughs at your misery and failed attempts in answering math problems

He’s also really quite good in teaching other subjects like science, english, history and etc. 

kinda feels unreal 

finds it funny when you rant about school too and sometimes he’d give his two cents on some teachers or other students you find annoying

With Louis

He’s soft that he has a new younger sibling around

Boy is so used to being the youngest but now he has a younger sib around cue shocked Pikachu face

He’d spoil you the most out of all the brothers

Bakes you extra cookies cause why not

tries not to be obvious about it 

He’d ask you how school is going all the time even though he could literally ask William

He knows he isn’t much compared to his brothers but it warms his heart whenever you both hangout

He also is the best listener and secret keeper in the household so you’d go to him to rant all the time 

He’d get worried when you get assigned to do missions and would ask if you’d like him to accompany you 

Thinks you joining the team is a blessing 

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A quick little navigation through my fanfics and the new fandoms that I will write for. It’s been a while since I have last updated and my skills as a writer has obviously gone a bit rusty but I will do hope you’d enjoy some of my older and newer fanfics. I am also very open to requests, asks and suggestions so please feel free! I also opened up my matchups once again so if you’d like to request for one in a specific fandom I’d be most happy to write one for you <3

NOTE: most the fics that I write for are mainly for a general audience and nothing too explicit. I would put little warnings if ever there would be use of strong language, suggestive themes and violence.

Various 

Omegaverse AU

Karasuno

Karasuno Purge

Crush Series ft. Kageyama

Boyfriend Headcanons

Kageyama in Shiratorizawa Headcanon

Wrong idea ft. Yamaguchi

Suspicious ft. Tanaka

Nekoma

Crush Series ft. Kuroo

Crush Series ft. Kenma

Crush Series ft. Yaku

Boyfriend Headcanons

Love Triangle ft. Kuroo and Kenma

Kuroo Imagine

First Meeting ft. Kuroo

Fukurodani

Crush Series ft. Akaashi

Band AU ft. Akaashi

Aoba Johsai

General Dating Headcanons

Various

Itadori 

Megumi

Courting

Gojo

Inumaki

Various

Joining the crew ft. platonic student reader

William James Moriarty

Bleached

Albert Moriarty

Louis Moriarty

Sebastian Moran

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

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update!

hi guys so lol guess who’s updating once more ahahaha I’m really sorry I haven’t updated much these last couple months since school work and college applications have been driving me crazy buuuuuuut now im back huehuehue and like I’ve been thinking this for the longest time now and that is extending this lil writing blog with more fandoms and if you’ve got any requests feel free to send them

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pairing: megumi x reader

word count: 569

warning: none

summary: A Megumi courting headcanon

• I am a strong believer that megumi does in fact court his crush and ion take criticism

• he isn't really that vocal or the most out there person when expressing his feelings but when this boy sets his mind on something then there really is no stopping him

• he isn't exactly an expert in the courting or in the wooing department but he has a sister and kinda know a few of her friends so he somewhat has an idea of what girls like

• or so he likes to believe

• he is a firm believer of courting instead of outright asking someone out on a date or be their significant other

• he believes that relationships are something built over time and isn't something one dives head first into

• when he finally come to terms that he does want to be in a relationship with you he's the type to give nonverbal cues or hints that he is in fact interested

• he tries and act all cool about it like 'yeah i'm your admirer no biggie though' but it IS a biggie

• he's internally freaking out

• his cool facade slightly less believable with the vibrant red that tinges the tips of his ears

• Nobara and Yuuji call him out for it (their secretly proud Megumi's making the first moves doe despite him being a tsun)

• he leaves you small gifts by your desk or anything he thinks you'd like

• maybe even get you your favorite snack or drink

• one time after a long day of training you were greeted with little cooling patches and a bottle of refreshments in your dorm. it was something you thought was really sweet

• this happens for a few months and when you show no sign of dislike towards it or having him stop then he takes it as a go signal

• now he wouldn't up right come to the conclusion that you reciprocated those feelings but the idea that you acknowledge his feelings sends him straight to euphoria

• anywayz

• he would ask you out on dates

• multiple of them

• with the sole purpose of proving his worth as a potential lover to you

• though sometimes you two would be out on spontaneous friendly dates like grocery shopping

• mainly cause gojo paired you both to do that because he may or may not want you both to stop beating around the bush and make out already

• Megumi doesn't exactly mind cause he'd take any chance just to be hanging out alone with you

• my son would be the most respectable gentleman that anyone who knew him in middle school would be surprised

• he does ask you to be his s/o after the fifth or so date just so his intentions are once again made clear

• if you accept then he is the happiest boy alive

• i'd see him fighting back a smile and possibly a few tears

• he'd bow and thank you a lot and he'd promise you another date the following week

• if you don't accept or feel rushed then my boy has no qualms in waiting

• he'd wait for however long it takes for you to be ready

• he wouldn't hold any ill will against your decision as he can't force you to have feelings for him

• so until the time you are ready to accept he'd still leave you small gifts and ask for dates

• just don't lead him on doe

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SNK 139 SPOILERS

Isayama did an interview once where he said Eren was kinda jealous of the freedom in Armin's eyes and I think this scene was exactly that. Eren's sad fate of wanting freedom so bad but choosing to give up his own freedom for his friends but he still can't help but feeling jealous he'll never have that same look of wonder in his eyes as Armin.

I don't know if that's actually what's happening or if I even explained it properly but that's just a little thing that I liked in a chapter I'm still confused about.

[kenmas-consoles]

Yall dont understand how soft this makes me like I aint no gojo simp but aaaaaaaaa family and domestic life with him in this fic made me rethink a lot ndjebsjwebwj thanks for that

Because I love Gojo but there is no way he singlehandedly raised Megumi SYNOPSIS. it’s kind of self explanatory? read the title besties  WC. 10k CW. vomit, goldfish death, JJK spoilers, (1) instance of Megumi slut shaming Gojo but it is resolved, minor mention of violence (it’s jjk come on), Gojo is significantly nerfed because he’s about 20 years younger and I needed it for the plot 😁

The first time you see Gojo again after he murders his best friend, he has a child clinging to him, which says a lot about his mental state. Of everyone in your generation, your first pick to be a parent would not be the man who is currently holding the still unknown child by the scruff of his neck, like a cat. 

A sad, traumatized cat with a head that looks too big for the rest of it’s body. The child makes desperate eye contact with you, arms and legs dangling helplessly. You’re not sure how long Gojo’s been holding him like that, but judging by his expression, it’s been long enough. 

Shoko finds her voice first. “Did you…steal a baby?” 

The lump of black hair and seething eyes that Gojo’s carrying grits out, “I’m a first grader.” 

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Pretty Setters and Their Hugs

I hope these are enjoyable to read. I’m sorry if not all the setters are included, I don’t know much about the ones that are shown only once so ahaha yeah. But anyways here ya go, have a nice day too <3

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Sugawara Koshi’s hugs say “don’t stop being you.” You could be laughing in response to a funny movie or studying for a test, and without warning a warm embrace surrounds you. The energy you feel from the simple act of affection is much more; happiness, pride, joy, support. The message comes across and he doesn’t have to say a word. It feels like the moment you sink your teeth into a toasted marshmallow.

Oikawa Tooru’s hugs say “You’re precious to me.” They’re not random, but what you feel from the way he gingerly wraps his arms around your shoulders and hums in your ear is a new experience no matter how many times it’s done. Through contact it’s as if he’s tapping into your mind to briefly let you feel the comfort, love, and your value to him that emanates from within his heart. Similar to cozying up in the softest blanket.

Kenma Kozume’s hugs say “Yes, I really do love you.” At times he can act pretty distant, but he wants you to know that even so, he feels immense emotions for you. They pour in through his touch when he folds his arms onto your waist and nuzzles into the crook of your neck when he doesn’t know what to tell you. He really can’t come up with how to tell you, how to reassure you, thus the most he can do is this. And really, to you, it’s a much better way.

Akaashi Keiji’s hugs say “I know how you feel, and I’m sorry.” He gives them when you are at your low, just when you start to believe that nothing can help you out of the dark your cage your own mind built around itself. His arms come and pull you out, and as he places one hand on your back and the other the rear of your head, you succumb to his comfort and pour your heart out. Feels like the refreshing moist air after a heavy rainfall of tears.

Kageyama Tobio’s hugs say “Stay with me just a little longer.” Whenever you have to part ways he pull you back by the hand and hold you for a solid 30 seconds, a child unable to leave his mother to go to school for the first time. There are countless more things he still wants to do for you, he wants to better himself for you, and through this he lets you know of that. He knows he’ll see you again, yet always behaves as if it’s the last time you’ll ever bless his sight. In that miniscule window of time you’re in your own little wonderful corner of the universe.

Semi Eita’s hugs say “Remember, I care.” you don’t receive them when you’re sad; rather, he gives them when you’re in a good mood. He cares about you and your happiness as much as you care about him. In the midst of your joy, his company is always yours. It’s as if you’re having someone to lay in the grass with you as you stare up to the endless blue and search for shapes in the clouds.  

Atsumu Miya’s hugs say “I hope you still want me.” They’re given whenever you seem to get fed up with him and turn the other way. Apologetic arms surround you from behind as you feel his chin rest on your shoulder, like a koala clinging to its branch so it wouldn’t fall. It’s got the same effect as pleading puppy eyes, so of course, you have no choice but to give in. As annoying as it is, the way he latches never fails to earn his redemption. Feels like melting snow when spring arrives.

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Haikyuu!! Reasons you don’t want a pet fox Based on @juniperfoxx’s tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSbsynQW/

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bonus story: the fight is not over

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hi! can I request for hcs where akaashi, kuroo, and bokuto (separate) come home to find their s/o cuddling a pillow with their jersey over it like a makeshift pillowcase because it smells like them?? I’m sorry if this is weird or too specific lolol the concept has been on my mind for quite a while 👉👈

Ahhh no, it’s not weird, I think it’s cute ^^ It also reminds me of how I met your mother and Lily’s Marshpillow lol. This was so fun, thank you for requesting!

I changed it up just a little so that each scenario would be a little different, but it’s all the same concept! Super super super light spoilers in the Bokuto portion!

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AKAASHI

He gets home from a week-long work trip and immediately goes to the bedroom to start unpacking his suitcase (we love a man who doesn’t procrastinate) - you’re still at work

He drops his suitcase on the bed and notices a lump beneath the blankets on his side of the bed. When he pulls the covers aside, there’s his pillow, with one of his old Fukurodani t-shirts on it

He just kinda chuckles to himself and shakes his head, propping it up against the headboard because he can’t bring himself to “undress” it yet

He’s nearly done unpacking when he hears the door open and he calls out to you that he’s in the bedroom

As soon as you get in the room you see the stupid pillow propped up on the bed and you instantly want the ground to swallow you up - he looks at you and he instantly reads it on your face

His lips are twitching because he’s trying to hold the laughter in, and you quickly grab the pillow and tug the shirt off of it, feeling like your face might burst into flame at any second

“So you really missed me, huh?” He asks, crossing the room to you and pulling the pillow out of your hands so that he can rest his hands on your hips

“I just wanted something to cuddle,” You mumble, “I may or may not have taken the shirt out of the hamper,” You admit, barely above a whisper

He’s chuckling when he tilts your face up to look him in the eye, and the moment you do, you can feel your own laughter bubbling up as he leans his forehead against yours

He kisses you and you can feel him smiling against your lips. “I missed you, too,” He murmurs before kissing you again.

KUROO

Your husband has been away for the whole weekend for Kenma’s bachelor party, and your bed really does feel a lot emptier without him there - you made it one night before you swallowed your pride and dug through the hamper for one of his t-shirts - thank god you’d been procrastinating doing the laundry

It fits perfectly on your body pillow, and you only feel weird about it for a few moments because the shirt still smells like him and when you close your eyes it almost feels like the real thing (plus the pillow isn’t nearly as chatty when you’re trying to fall asleep)

You’d been fully intending to dismantle it before Kuroo got home, and no one would be the wiser, but it ended up slipping your mind

It isn’t until you’re both ready to crawl into bed on the day he gets back and he throws the covers aside that you remember, way too late

“Babe, what the hell’s this?” He reaches for the pillow with a wicked grin and you snatch it up before he can touch it

“Don’t worry about that!” You quickly toss it across the room. Kuroo is already laughing so hard he’s doubled over and practically snorting.

He’s still wiping away tears when he finally crawls into bed and opens his arms, “Come on, get a piece of the real deal,” You begrudgingly crawl in close to his chest - you really had missed him. He cuddles you close and presses a few kisses to your head, chattering a bit about his weekend

You’ve just begun to let your guard down when Kuroo goes quiet, looking across the room again. “Aww, he looks lonely over there!” Kuroo says of the slumped over pillow, his laughter ghosting across your skin. When you smack him, he only laughs harder.

BOKUTO

It’s literally the middle of the night when Bokuto gets home from his away matches. He’s been on a plane for hours and he’s just ready to crawl into bed and hug you close to him

In the bedroom, he shoves his luggage to the side to deal with in the morning and gets ready for bed as quietly as possible, stealing glances at your sleeping form every so often - it looks kinda big to be just you?

When he carefully lifts the covers to crawl in, you stir, and he realizes that you’re hugging something - in the darkness, he can just barely make out that it’s a pillow in one of his Black Jackals t-shirts - he can’t help but giggle

You blink sleepily at him, a smile coming across your face. “You’re home,” You murmur happily, practically squishing the pillow between the two of you when you lean in to kiss him

“Baby, what’s this?” You can hear the laughter in his voice. He looks from the pillow to you, and it’s only then that you remember exactly what you’re holding

You toss it away like it suddenly caught fire, and offer him a guilty smile - he looks incredibly tickled. “Was that my shirt on a pillow?” He asks, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses

You’re giggling now, you can’t help it. “Maybe,” You laugh. “Smells like you,” You murmur then, and he nuzzles his face against yours

“So, how’d it compare to the real thing?” He asks then, pulling away slightly to look at you, genuinely curious. You pat his cheek

“You’re way warmer and more muscular than the pillow,” You assure him, “Feels much better to cuddle you,” You’re already back to being half asleep.

“Good,” He pulls you even closer with a big, content sigh, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head

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