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lynnaredfield3383 · 11 days ago
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Denki Thought (warning: mentions of shower, sexual moments)
Denki was in love with you. You, his roommate, and friend. You were oblivious.
Because of that, Denki took every chance to make you realize his feelings. Sometimes, just to make himself feel good.
Like when he showered in the morning, and you knocked to let him know his lunch was in the fridge.
Knock, knock.
"Denks, your lunch is in the fridge..."
"What?"
"Lunch in the fridge..."
"What? I cant hear you! Come in!"
Denki smiled when he heard the door open a crack. It wasn't much, but just enough for him to imagine you two were intimate.
"Doofus. Lunch is in the fridge. Have a good day."
"Thanks. Oh hey, can you pass me a new shampoo bottle? This one is empty."
You let out a huff before doing as he asked, holding it out to him while looking in the other direction.
"I'm gonna be late. Take it."
Denki wanted to laugh when he saw you looking away, but he ran his fingertips along your wrist to get the bottle from you. It was silly little things like that. Anything to further his delusions instead of just asking you out.
Truth was, you were in love with Denki. But the setup you had as roommates was a lifeline. If you dated and the relationship went south, life would be far more complicated than you wanted. So for now, you'd play these little games with him.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 11 days ago
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Bakugo Thought (warning: weight insecurities, weight shaming, chubby reader implied)
Three things Bakugo loves:
1. You
2. Your plush thighs
3. Your plush butt connected to your sexy hips
Three things Bakugo hates:
1. Your current boyfriend
2. Your current boyfriend's negative comments about your body (especially the parts Bakugo loves)
3. The way you look at yourself bc of your current boyfriend's negative comments
In lieu of all this, Bakugo agrees to help you train to "get rid of the fat parts" is how you said it.
Bakugo helps you train, but it's to enhance those parts of you he loves. Is it selfish? Maybe. But deep down, he wants you to love yourself again. To see yourself the way you did before that asshat came into your life.
Two months into training and your boyfriend dumps you because "the training isn't working".
Bakugo confesses what he did with the training plan. You are speechless. Tears fall because no one has ever shown you that level of love. That level of acceptance. But he did. Bakugo loves you, your body (no matter shape, size, height or whatever).
You = perfection
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lynnaredfield3383 · 17 days ago
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Garage Owner/Mechanic Osamu
Warnings: A lil bit sexual
Random Thought: Been playing a car simulator game where you fix the cars, repaint them etc... And I cannot get the thought of mechanic Osamu out of my head. HELLLP!!
You finished balancing the books, printed the newest spreadsheet and balances for Osamu Miya, your boss. Who knew meeting him in college during your business class would bring you to this point?
You turned off the computer and shut the office door behind you. You already knew Osamu would still be working on one of the cars currently here, so you headed into the bay. There he was, jeans covered in dirt and grease, his ratty wifebeater no longer white, but black with what you assumed was oil. Osamu was working underneath a car, but slid out and stood up when he heard you enter.
"Hey, I..." your throat dried up at the way beads of sweat trickled down his muscular arms.
"Eyes are up 'ere, sweetheart," Osamu chuckled, wiping his hands on a dirty rag he pulled from his back pocket.
Your eyes followed him as he grabbed his water bottle and drank from it. The way his adams apple bobbed up and down went directly to your core.
"Sorry, long day and muscular arms do it for me," you joked, but hoped he didn't recognize it for the truth it was.
Osamu cocked an eyebrow, that sexy smirk of his appearing.
"Hmm. Good ta know."
You shook your head attempting to be annoyed as you approached him with the clipboard that held the paperwork he always made sure to go over before leaving at night.
"So, I caught you up. Everything looks good and balances, but you can't let Atsumu near the books again. Seriously."
"I didn't. Damn idiot decided he knew math suddenly."
"That fits," you smiled.
Osamu took the clipboard, his eyes slowly taking in all the numbers. Finally, he met your gaze and you wondered if his eyes would ever wander over you the way they had the numbers. Slowly, strategically, taking every bit of information in and processing the best way to break it down. Wow, you needed to get some sleep.
"This is really good. Also simple enough I can figure out where to cut and where to expand. Seriously, thanks," Osamu gave you his kindest smile.
As if you weren't already a pile of goo on the floor he had to smile at you like that. Your eyes darted away so you didn't blush under his gaze.
"Call us even. All those nights you studied with me and kept me awake during lectures. Anyway, I'm heading out, I left the office unlocked for you."
"Look, I know ya have a real job, but can I convince ya ta come balance the books once a week. It would take a lot off my plate and I can't pay ya a lot, but..."
"Stop. Of course, I'll help."
Osamu's thick, calloused fingers reached out and tipped your chin so you met his eyes. You began to think he was doing this on purpose.
"Yer an angel, ya know that?"
"I have to go," you managed to say before dashing from the garage. You made it to your car, started it and let out a long, loud sigh. "Cold shower. Cold shower. Cold shower," you chanted softly to yourself.
"Or maybe I could help?"
Osamu was leaning in through your open window, those blue-gray eyes twinkling with mischief, while his lopsided grin promised things you didn't even want to consider.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 19 days ago
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"Chunky monkey," you held your hand out, spoon at the ready.
Osamu sighed, handing you the pint of Ben & Jerry's. His steel gaze landed on the five other pints sitting on his coffee table.
"Y/N..."
"Cherry Garcia," you cut him off.
Osamu took the first pint back and handed you the next one. Five spoonfuls, you held it out to him.
"Lemme guess, Karamel kore next?" Osamu spoke up as you held out the cherry Garcia.
"The peanut butter one first."
"Sweetheart, talk to me."
You turned to face Osamu, biting your bottom lip to keep the tears at bay.
"Soccer. It's all he cares about, so there's no room for me. Peanut butter," you pointed to the pint.
Osamu opened his arms, and you slowly crawled over to him, settling on his lap as he held you against his chest.
"Fuck 'im then. No room for him in yer life, right?"
You pulled back, meeting his gaze and forcing a weak smile.
"Karamel kore."
True love is Osamu. Never judging. Just handing you the Ben & Jerry's pint, you need to get through the heartbreak when blue lock man dumps you. 😀
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lynnaredfield3383 · 22 days ago
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Missed Chances
Warnings: Swearing, angst
2nd year, you went to Tsumu, your closest friend besides Samu and confessing.
"I really like Osamu. More than a friend. Do you think he'd ever accept my confession?"
"Nope."
Tsumu said it so easily as if there was no reason to think about it.
"How are you so sure?"
"Look, ya don' believe me. Ask 'im yerself."
"Didn't say I don't believe you. Just how you're so sure."
Tsumu clicked his tongue, letting out an exaggerated sigh paired with an eye roll. Same old dramatic Tsumu. But why was he being such a dick to you? He was supposed to be your friend.
"I was tryin' not ta hurt yer feelins but fine. One: he doesn't see ya that way. Two: yer not his type. Ya know that, so why put yerself through this?"
You bit your lip, holding back your tears, knowing Tsumu was right. About the second reason, at least. You weren't the 'type' he dated.
"Yeah. Thanks," you whispered, still fighting your emotions.
You turned and slammed right into Samu.
"Hey, they have that Mochi ya like...Y/N, what's wrong?"
Samu's expression went from happy to concerned in seconds, but you forced a smile.
"My confession was denied earlier."
Samu became angry now, reaching for your hand, but you pulled back.
"Who the hell rejected ya? Me an' Tsumu'll kick his ass. Right now."
The way he wanted to fight for you made the rush of emotions worse. You shook your head running off as the tears spilled down your face. Before you were too far away, you heard Tsumu.
"Nah. She didn't tell me the scrub's name."
Small favors, you thought, as you ran into the bathroom.
3rd year came, and you met Iwaizumi. Your dad was a well known and respected orthopedic doctor, so Iwaizumi started coming to your house to study with your dad on weekends.
Eventually, Iwazumi started staying for dinner and then coming to see you. It wasn't anything serious, but the twins found out. Tsumu began teasing you mercilessly while Samu became super quiet in your presence. Almost withdrawn.
"Hey, is everything okay? I feel like I did something to upset you," you finally asked.
"Nope. All good."
"Samu, just tell me, please."
It was a random weekend, and you were spending time at their house. Samu slammed the wall next to him, startling you.
"Why the hell are ya even here? Huh? Why aren't ya with yer boyfriend, Iwa? So sick of hearin' bout 'im. Like fuck, we get it already, ya like 'im."
Osamu had never blown up on you in all the years you'd been friends. Not once. Now, it felt like years of anger and frustration he'd held back were unleashed with a fury you didn't realize you caused him.
"Fine. I'll go."
You were at the door when he called after you, tone defeated.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."
"It's fine. I have homework."
Samu sighed when the door shut behind you. Tsumu came out of the bathroom cocking an eyebrow at Samu.
"What was that?"
"I waited too long. Now she's datin' that Aoba Johsai idiot."
Tsumu stopped drying his hair, observing his twin.
"Wait, what?"
Samu sighed, completely deflated now.
"I like Y/N. I have for a while."
"You do?"
"Shit. Fer bein' my twin, ya can be pretty damn clueless, ya know?" Samu snapped.
"Uh, well, I guess it's maybe too late, but remember 2nd year when Y/N said her confession was denied?"
Samu want pale, glaring at his brother.
"Yer fuckin' jokin', right?"
"She's not yer type and ya never acted like ya liked her. Not that way."
"How could ya possibly know? Yer heads always up yer ass. Fuck!"
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lynnaredfield3383 · 26 days ago
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Samu's Bestie
Warnings: Swearing, tiny bit of violence, Fem Reader
You were curled up on your bed, back against the headboard surrounded by tissues and empty water bottles. The t.v. was on, but muted because your head felt like it was going to explode any minute.
You froze, a tissue in hand when you heard the front door open. You grabbed the bat beneath your bed when you heard footsteps. As weak as your whole body was, you forced yourself to stand, swinging as the stranger entered.
Osamu caught the bat and your body as you collapsed from the exertion.
"The fuck are ya thinkin', shorty? Damn, yer burnin' up. C'mon."
Osamu swept you up into his arms gently before setting you back down on your bed.
"Who told you I sick?" You mumbled, slowly pulling yourself up against the headboard again.
"Hinata. Came by fer some grub an' asked how ya were? Why didn'ya call me?"
Osamu poured a packet of electrolytes into an unopened bottle of water before handing it to you.
"Can take care myself..."
Osamu could see how terribly you were struggling. Fuck. He wished he'd known sooner. How long had you been suffering.
"Sure. Where's that boyfriend of yers?"
"Busy...go way," you weakly batted away Osamu's hands as he felt your forehead.
"Yer gon take the medicine I brought ya an eat the soup I made."
Osamu's heart swelled up with affection when you clapped your hands excitedly, though weak. You always got excited when he made his special soup for "sickness". It was literally just his version of chicken noodle soup, but you acted like it was the cure itself.
"Samu...Thanks."
"Course."
Osamu brushed a damp piece of hair behind your ear before leaving you. In the kitchen, he prepped everything before heading back to you. Osamu had never liked your boyfriend, but seeing you this sick. What an asshole.
You were trying to clean up the yucky tissues from the floor when Osamu came in.
"Dun yell. I'm jus' pickin' up my tissues. You have a restaurant to run."
Osamu sighed, setting the bowl on your nightstand.
"Luv, are you standing up right now?"
"No! I'm crawling on all fours so you can't yell," you mumbled.
Osamu wanted to laugh, but at the same time, his heart broke. You were, in fact, on the carpet, but your cheek was smushed into it, your butt up in the air as you tried inch worming your way to the next tissue.
Picking you up carefully, Osamu returned you to your former position on the bed. You smiled brightly when he picked up the soup bowl.
"No, no. I'm gon' feed ya. Open."
"Not a baby, Samu."
You crossed your arms over your chest, pouting. Osamu loved your pout and would normally tease you, but he'd hold off tonight.
"Open..."
You closed your eyes and moaned, not even realizing it. Osamu smiled, unable to describe the emotions you evoked from enjoying his food so much.
"Samu...I'll call Chi-chi. You hafta run your restaurant tomorrow and its..."
Osamu smiled gently. There was no way he was going to leave you alone like this. And even though Daichi was a great guy, Osamu wanted to care for you.
"Hey, I'm not leavin' ya. Kita an' Tsumu offered ta cover fer me tomorrow."
"Samu...I'll be fine."
You were drifting in and out, but Osamu kept you up to take the medicine. Once that was done, Osamu slid onto the bed beside you. You tried to pull away, not wanting to make him sick, but Osamu pulled you into arms. He held you against his chest, listening to your soft, but congested breathing.
Osamu was going to beat the shit out of your boyfriend. How could he not be here for you? As your best friend Osamu was always judgmental of the guys you dated, but this current guy was...useless.
Osamu's phone buzzed, forcing him to answer his brother's call.
"What're ya doin'up, moron?" Samu whispered.
"Couldn't sleep. Y/N's fever was super high this morning when I had to leave."
The Miya Twins had grown up next door to you and one of them had always watched out for you.
"Not much better now, ta be honest. Ya know where the loser is?"
"She dumped him yesterday. He told her she was being dramatic when she asked him to pick up some medicine."
"Fuckin' asshole."
"Look, I talked to Kita. We got the place tomorrow. Your manager agreed to work as well for VIP seats. I already called in the favor."
"Thanks. Y/N's bein' stubborn as hell."
"Maybe tell her ya love her, dumbass."
"Mind yer own."
Osamu hung up on his brother before pulling you closer. Maybe his stupid twin was right, and he should use this to start crossing the friend line.
You wriggled in his arms, eyes barely open looking up at him.
"Samu...Love you."
It shouldn't have hit him so hard, but it did. You had been telling the Miya Twins you loved them since you were middle schoolers.
Simple innocence, nothing more. Yet, Osamu had longed for it to be more since high school, but he never admitted it. Not even to Tsumu, but his twin wasn't stupid.
"I love you, y/n," Osamu whispered closing his eyes.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 29 days ago
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Love this so much.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 29 days ago
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Best Friends Lie
Warnings: Swearing, angst, lying, hurt, FEM reader. NO WORD COUNT, this is long, super long. (Honestly posting this bc I'll delete it from drafts otherwise). Not proofread.
Your body was radiating so much energy you were nearly bouncing as you waited for your best friend Hajime Iwaizumi to return home after finally finishing college in the States. You talked nearly every night, with facetime calls as often as possible. Physically you two hadn't been in the same room for two years and hugging him was the only thing you'd been looking forward to.
Now as he approached, twice as muscular, beautifully tanned and smiling your heart broke. Instead of looking for you in the crowd, he was looking down, laughing at something the gorgeous woman beside him said.
When he did look up and caught your gaze, you'd already replaced your surprised hurt with simple curiosity. You didn't move from your spot when Haji opened his arms for your usual hug. Instead, you turned to the beautiful woman, extending your hand.
"Hi, I'm Y/N."
"I've heard so much about you from Haji. I'm Kylie or Ky if you want. Haji said you agreed to put us up for as long as we needed, so thanks."
"Of course. C'mon," you started walking towards the parking lot exit.
"Are you sure your place can accommodate us? I don't want to put you out or..." Haji fell instep beside you.
You felt his eyes on you, but you refused to look over your mind ten steps ahead. The truth was even if your place could accommodate all of you, there was no way you were allowing Haji and his...Girlfriend to use your place as home. All your life you'd handled rejection and even now you were still programmed to expect the ones closest to you to do so.
So in the 2.3 seconds it took for you to connect Haji and Ky's relationship, you had text your dad.
"Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I realized you should have your own space and not try to make yourselves comfortable around me or my schedule. So, dad prepared the house for you and there will be a driver available at all times."
You unlocked the car and slipped into the driver's seat, your heart racing when Haji slid in the back behind your seat. You were immediately engulfed by his pine and fresh linen scent. There was small talk, until your phone rang and you hit speaker without even thinking.
"Hey, I know yer pickin' yer bestie up, but I wanna see ya tonight, please. I miss ya."
Osamu's voice was soft, but loud enough Hajime heard it all as you struggled to slip in your earbud.
"Samu, hey, it's only been a few days. You okay?"
"I know we said this wasn't supposed ta be serious, but I...Can we talk tonight? Please."
"Yeah. Where did you want to meet?" you asked, softening at his pleading tone.
"Yer place? Or mine? I really just want a quiet place for us ta talk."
"Sure. I'll be home around 4pm."
"Great, I'll make dinner."
"Samu, you don't have to do that...You've been cooking all day, right?"
"See ya soon, sweetheart," Samu made a kiss sound before hanging up.
From the rearview you could see Haji's arms crossed over his chest, a frown nearly imprinted on his lips.
"So, you're dropping us off and leaving?" Haji's tone cold.
"Yeah, I thought after such a long flight, it would be best to let the both of you wind down however, you need..."
"I coulda asked Makki or Mattsun to pick us up if you were just going to duck out," Haji snapped back.
"You can be mad if you want Haji. I'm trying to do what's best for you because we both know if we got talking it'd be an all night thing. Better to catch up after the jetlag and those rounds of interviews you both have, right?" you looked to Ky for help, but she just nodded weakly as if uncomfortable.
You weren't about to take the blame for Haji's sour attitude. Not when he brought home a girlfriend he never even mentioned. How the hell could he call himself your best friend? Lying ass was what you were calling him...In your head of course.
"Who the hell is Samu?" Haji demanded suddenly.
You pulled into the driveway, parking with a sigh you could no longer hold back.
"I told you I was seeing someone. Miya Osamu, not the idiot twin before you start running your mouth."
"You said it wasn't serious," Haji snapped.
The closing of the passenger door was the only notice you had that Ky had left the car. Obviously, she didn't want to be in the middle of two best friends fighting.
"Haji, go settle in. I'll stop by in a couple days, when you're both more rested."
"Answer me. How serious is it?" Haji refused to leave the car.
"As serious as it is with your girlfriend that you NEVER once mentioned. Every time you talked about Ky, you made me believe she was a guy. Just one of the boys, you always said."
Haji's expression fell, now a mix of guilt and sadness.
"I...I'm sorry, I didn't even realize. I..."
Your heart was already laying in pieces, the hurt so deep it was getting harder to breathe the longer he was around. Being rational had never been one of your qualities at least not in the way it mattered. You were committed to this path of losing Haji and you wouldn't show an ounce of doubt in doing so.
"We've been talking about moving in together. With him putting all his time into starting his Onigiri business, we barely get to see each other. So, that's how serious it is," your words were quiet, but loud enough for Haji to hear.
"I'm going to call you later. We really need to talk and I get if you don't want to accept my apology, but there's obviously a lot of misunderstanding here."
You didn't look up, just sighed in relief when Haji finally exited the car. You felt so rude for how Ky had gotten uncomfortable, but she was Haji's problem to deal with, not yours. He was the one that had started acting like a boyfriend rather than your best friend. You were not going to take the blame this time.
Inside, Kylie turned to Haji, the pain he wore concerning her.
"What happened?"
Haji dragged his hands down his face, fighting the urge to cry.
"I never told her you were a "her" or that you and I had dated. I basically lied to her because I was afraid to lose her..."
"You didn't lie. You just didn't mention it."
"We have a rule that lies by omission are still lies."
"You told her we aren't dating anymore, right?" Ky asked.
"Didn't get the chance. Probably won't."
"What do you mean?"
"Y/N is an all or nothing type. The moment she saw you and I together at the airport, she shut herself down. If she was happy to see me or angry, she'd never show it. Not until she's alone and can deal with the feelings by herself. That's how she's always been."
When you walked in the front door of your apartment you were greeted with a delicious scent. Moving to the kitchen you found Osamu moving around it like he was born in it, while humming. You slipped up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. Osamu chuckled softly before turning in your arms and kissing the top of your head.
"How did it go?"
You cleared your throat, but with Osamu you'd learned to just tell him everything. That dealing with it on your own was not going to solve any problems. Your expression broke just enough that Osamu cupped the back of your head and wrapped his other arm around you holding you tightly.
"He's mad about a few things, but he'll get over it."
"Don't bottle it up, sweetheart. I'm right 'ere."
It felt so wrong to tell the guy you were with about the man you'd loved most of your life. It wasn't fair to Osamu, hadn't been fair, but for some reason he asked you to do it and you never held back. Not once had you ever felt like you had to omit anything with Osamu.
"You should hate me..." you mumbled against his chest.
Osamu cupped your chin, gently raising it so you met his soft gaze.
"Why would I ever do that?" Osamu smiled.
"Because all I've ever done is use you and talk about Haji and how much I love him and..."
Osamu laughed as though he knew some secret you didn't.
"If ya truly loved 'im, ya wouldn't be here wit me. Truth is ya coulda told 'im how ya felt even if the girlfriend was there. Ya planned ta tell him, so, why didn't ya?"
You giggled, the crazy that came with dating a Miya was unparalleled and in times like this you let yourself enjoy it rather than try to figure it out.
"You're nuts," you laughed again.
"Am I? Haven't ya heard that sayin'? If ya love two at people at the same time, choose the second. Cause if ya truly loved the first one, ya'd never fall fer the second one. Cap'n Jack said that or somethin' like it," Osamu still held you, eyes locked with yours.
"You mean Johnny Depp? And I don't think you got it 100% right, but close enough...You think I love you?" You asked quietly.
Osamu just smiled, kissing the tip of your nose, those gray-blue eyes twinkling.
"I know it. If ya don't yet, I know ya will. That brain o'yers never stops workin'."
Osamu turned back to cooking while you trudged off to your room to get changed. As you pulled on one of Samu's old volleyball jersey's you stopped, truly looking in your closet. It was clear Osamu owned one side of it, as well as the space in your bathroom. Slowly as you pulled on your loose yoga pants and tied them you realized you'd gotten over Haji a long time ago, but today...Today, you'd been forced to face it. To face him. Coward that you are, you hadn't even let him go. Not freely.
You grabbed your phone off the bed and sent a single text before rushing back out to the kitchen.
"Samu...Samu, look, I know you have to focus on building your business. I'm going to support you the whole way, but...Would you...Do you want to move in with me? For real? Not just leaving your stuff here."
Osamu's smile turned into a full on grin before his lips crashed against yours. He held you tightly and you buried your face against his chest a true peace falling over you.
"Fuck, I was scared ya really didn't love me."
You pulled back in shock, your eyes searching his before you started laughing.
"You were bluffing me?"
"I was hopin', so don't go givin' me shit 'bout it."
"Idiot," you mumbled playfully.
Osamu wrapped you back up in his arms again.
"Hmm. But I'm yer idiot, right?"
"You are."
Haji heard his phone ping and opened your message right away, his heart sinking.
Y/N (the one): I don't know when I fell in love with Osamu, but I did. I'm sorry, I never told you...I loved you first.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 1 month ago
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Warning: Alcohol mentioned. Reader is drunk. Fem Reader.
Osamu entered the nearly empty bar meeting the bartender's steely gaze.
"Which one ya here for?"
She continued cleaning the glass in her hand as Osamu moved up towards your limp body. Facedown, where the bartender stood.
"This one's mine," Osamu smiled at you lovingly.
"Are ya the perfect guy she's always goin' on 'bout?"
Osamu's eyes met hers again as he stood behind your stool.
"Perfect guy?"
"Yeah. This one's never gotten shitfaced before, but tonight was different. Seemed sad 'bout somethin'. Jus figured it was that guy...Uh, Onigiri dude. Makes the best Onigiri on the planet, 'cording to her."
"I'm the Onigiri guy, yeah. Miya Osamu."
Osamu now had his fingers in your hair, gently brushing it back to see your red face.
"Jus call me, Lex. Nice ta meet ya, Miya. It isn't my place, but ya better make her yours soon."
Osamu shook Lex's hand and adjusted his hat before gently scooping you up in his arms.
"Thanks."
You felt yourself lifted but didn't fight because you knew Osamu's natural musk by now. Nuzzling up against his neck, he chuckled.
"Sssamuuuu. Thankssss...getting me."
It was all you managed as Osamu set you down in the passenger seat, buckling you up.
"Y/N. Am I the perfect guy?"
Osamu only felt a little bit guilty asking, but at the same time, his chest was bursting with warmth.
You took Osamu's face in your hands and placed your nose against his.
"You are my perfect guy."
Osamu's grin widened as he made sure all your limbs were inside before shutting the door.
Lost in his own thoughts as he drove back to his apartment, he was already planning his confession to you.
"Sammmuu. How...*hiccup*. How long...Ugh. How long have you loved me?"
Your words were completely slurred until that last bit of effort you put in to get your question out.
Osamu placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed gently.
"Since we were 9 years old, sweetheart."
A calm but comfortable silence filled the car. Osamu would tell you again in the morning.
"Sammmu. Thatsss alooong time. You should tell me."
Osamu looked over as he parked to see that was it for you. Your head back against the seat, mouth wide open, and soft snoring confirmed you were out.
Osamu was definitely going to tell you again in the morning. Then he'd spend the day showing you.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 1 month ago
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Soon
Warnings: Swearing, hugging, jealousy
The pain vibrating through his body was damn near unbearable. Yet, he'd managed to get himself home and onto the couch.
Adjusting his position on the couch, he winced a sharp pain moving through his tweaked left shoulder.
He winced again when he heard the front door open. He knew he was in much more trouble than when that villain kicked his ass earlier.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Dynamight? No call for backup, no medical treatment. I should rip your head off...Holy shit, Denks wasn't lying. You're messed up," your voice softened when you saw the state of him.
"No shit. What the hell are you here for?" Bakugo snapped back.
You sat beside him on the couch, gently checking his arm.
"Save the barking for someone else, Bakugo. Hold still, okay?"
Bakugo tried to jerk away from your touch but let out a string of low curses as the pain shot through him again.
"I didn't ask for your damn help! Get out."
"Bakugo, please...Just let me heal your worst injuries."
Bakugo glanced over at you, glassy eyes as he bit his bottom lip.
"I don't want your shitty hands on me. So get the fuck out."
You let out a sigh, sitting back against the arm of the couch. You wanted to give him room, and hopefully, his rational side would kick in.
"You are allowed to hate me, but don't be stupid about letting me heal you. Seriously, I'll leave as soon as I'm done."
Bakugo chewed on his bottom lip, thoughts running through his head. It was a pride thing, and you both knew it.
"Fine. Just make it quick because I don't want those shitty hands on me longer than necessary."
"Okay. Hold still."
You placed your hands on his tweaked arm first, then moved to his leg. Bakugo kept his eyes closed the entire time.
"Done yet?" Bakugo finally snapped.
"You're having trouble breathing. Can I touch your chest?"
"No. Leave."
"Alright. See ya at the agency."
You got up and started out of the living room, making it to the doorway before Bakugo spoke up.
"Why am I not good enough?"
"What?"
You looked back to see him run a hand a through his hair.
"You hug and touch everyone else at the agency. Like you can't get enough, but you avoid me. Why?"
It hit you like an anvil in one of those old cartoons. All the "shitty" hand comments or calling you a clingy loser.
"You never seem comfortable with that stuff. Kiri and Denki are..."
"You've never even tried, though. Not once!"
You moved back to the couch standing over him. Wondering why he was saying this now.
"Because I didn't want you to hate me or maybe even blow me up."
"Tch. Idiot." Bakugo clicked his tongue and growled.
"Okay, if you want a damn hug, stand up. Not dealing with your pouty ass."
Bakugo tugged you down onto his lap, surprising you. He buried his face against your shoulder, his arms around your waist. Being this close to him made your heart slam against your ribcage.
"Not pouty," Bakugo mumbled.
"Sure, boss."
"Not your boss."
You gave him another minute before you tried to stand up.
"Bakugo, I need to get back to Kiri and help with the paperwork."
"No. Stay."
You let out a sigh and wrapped your arms around his neck. Bakugo was a spoiled brat sometimes, so you knew it was less of a headache to give him his way.
Bakugo was at complete peace with you in his arms. Maybe not tonight, but soon he'd tell you how he felt. Just so he was the only one you'd hug and be clingy with. Soon.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 2 months ago
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Best toxic/yandere writer I've found here. Love it!
Toxic boyfriend Bakugo who demands photos from you every 30 minutes when you go out with friends, as proof that you didn’t lie about where you were and with whom you were going. 
And you can bet that he zooms every single pixel of the frame, squinting his eyes as he thoroughly analyzes everyone present in the picture, to be sure that it’s indeed your friends.
And God forbid if he catches so much as a blurry sight of someone that resembles a guy (even if it’s just a random man that happened to walk near your group when you took the photo)
Because you’ll be up for an exhausting interrogation the moment Bakugo catches that.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 2 months ago
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Things Change
Warnings: Fem Reader, swearing, besties/roomies, angsty but happy.
When Osamu opened his restaurant you knew things would be financially tough for him. So, having known him since you were eight years old, you offered him the spare room in your nearby apartment.
You were never going to tell Osamu your job had offered you an apartment only five minutes from the branch you worked. Not when the apartment you decided to rent was literally a ten minute walk to Onigiri Miya.
Growing up Osamu had always been there for you, making sure you got good grades, ate healthy and mostly stayed out of trouble. Being neighbor to the Miya's had probably kept you alive since both your parents were always working, never home.
"Hey, I left ya a bento box fer work tomorrow, don't forget it," Osamu poked his head in your room.
You were typing away on your laptop not even aware what time it was. Or that he'd even come home from Onigiri Miya.
"Thanks, I won't," you responded.
You didn't want to ignore Osamu, but you were almost done with the current report. When you heard Osamu grunt, you hit save and looked back to see him working his shoulder out.
"I'm gonna take a hot shower and hit bed."
You stood up and followed him into the hall, knowing he was too stubborn to ask you to massage the knot from his shoulder.
"Sit and I'll work that out for you."
Osamu looked back at you and smiled his softest smile. He turned and moved to the living room, plopping down with a sigh. You stood behind him tapping the cloth of his hoodie. You and Osamu had your own language and it was a mix of eyerolls, taps and sighs.
Osamu pulled the hoodie over his head in one sure movement, his mind calming when your soft hands landed on his shoulders. The slow, deep touches had Osamu sighing out loud as if he was carrying the world.
"Thanks, I hate ta bug ya. How was work?" Osamu asked.
"You never bug me and it's fine. You know if you need something, you just have to ask. Stop being a stubborn ass."
Osamu chuckled and you found it soothing.
"Ah shit. Ya know me. I work through the pain. Besides, ya work as much as I do."
"Stop. When you need a massage, ask for one. Got it?"
Osamu let the hot water roll over his body, his thoughts wandering to you. Always there for him, always encouraging him with his shop and making sure he was taken care of. It was difficult to remember you were besties and nothing more. Especially when you were seeing to every need he was neglecting. Well, almost every need.
Osamu hated himself for thinking of you in such an inappropriate way. But he couldn't help the way you made him feel.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 2 months ago
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Broken Hearts
Warnings: No Happy Ending, angst
"Where are ya," Osamu's sleep filled voice came over the line.
You took a deep breath, the upscale bar behind you filled with nothing but troubled men with deep pockets and boring stories. All it did was make you sick for your ex.
"That bar a few blocks from my apt."
You heard rustling on the other end of the line.
"Are ya safe? I'll be there in ten minutes. If I can find my damn keys," Osamu's soft tone filled with annoyance.
"Samu...I'm fine, but I'm calling because I want to...I want to see you," your voice trembled and you hoped he didn't hear it.
"It's a bad idea, Y/N."
The way Osamu sighed broke your heart. It was clear he'd given up on you. You damn well knew he'd moved on too, but here you were calling him.
"Okay. I'm sorry, but I had to try because I'm not done with us, Samu. I'm just not, but I'll leave you alone from now on."
You hung up as the tears started to fall.
"Y/N wait...damn," Osamu whispered.
Behind him, his current situationship or whatever the hell it was slept. Sighing, he rubbed his face and lay back down staring at the ceiling.
Osamu wasn't done with you either, but it was healthier for the both of you this way. Osamu forced himself to be at peace with his decision. Because if he didn't stand his ground, neither of you would ever move on.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 2 months ago
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Old Friends
Warnings: Swearing, Fem Reader, kissing.
Entering the onigiri shop, you moved up to the counter and immediately recognized Osamu, though his back was to you.
"What can I get you?" a worker asked.
"Osamu," you said loud enough for him to hear, but not to be obnoxious.
Osamu turned at the sound of his name. His jaw dropped when he saw you at the counter.
"Y/N. Well damn. Kai, can you handle the takeout order for 9?" Osamu turned to another worker.
"Yea boss."
Osamu came around the counter, holding a hand out to you. You hopped off the stool and took his hand letting him lead you down a separate hall. Osamu unlocked the small office and pulled you inside.
"How come ya didn't tell me ya were back?"
"Just got back. You're the first one I came to see."
Osamu couldn't hide his smile at that admission. Hugging you tightly, you realized just how much he'd grown. Everything on him was so solid, especially his arms.
"I missed ya, runt."
You pulled back laughing.
"Are you ever going to see me as anything else? I mean, look at this outfit. I'm pretty damn sexy," you laughed as you did a quick spin.
Osamu blushed, but you assumed it was because he'd always been embarrassed when you said anything sexual.
"Why'd ya come ta me first?" Osamu asked carefully.
"This is embarrassing, but my apt isn't ready yet. I was wondering if I could crash on your couch for 2 days. I'll pay you..."
"Sure. Ya don't need ta pay me. Just clean up after yerself."
"Just like that? I mean, don't you have a girlfriend or boyfriend you need to discuss it with?"
"Just like that. Nope. Don't got time for stuff like that. I don't wanna cut this short, but I do have a restaurant to run."
Osamu handed you a key before texting you directions to his place. When he smiled at you again, you motioned to the chair. Osamu laughed and sat down assuming you were going to give him a quick shoulder massage. You always worried about his tense shoulders.
"Samu, thanks, but you're too damn trusting," you spoke softly, leaning forward.
"Oh, ya gonna rob me of my stu..."
You cut him off with a kiss, hoping he didn't reject you. Osamu's hand immediately cupped the back of your head, intensifying the kiss.
"I was gonna climb in your bed and seduce you."
"Fuck. That was amazin'. If ya wanna sleep in my bed I'm all for it, but kisses are all yer gettin'. I need ta be in a proper relationship before...Ouch...Okay, okay, ow," Osamu laughed as you punched his arm.
"Maybe I should re-think dating my bestie. I mean you don't have the time," you smiled.
Osamu caught you by the waist, pulling you onto his lap.
"Nope. I expect ta be seduced now," Osamu chuckled kissing your neck gently.
"I'll think about it," you giggled hugging him tightly.
Osamu inhaled your scent deeply, burying his face in your neck. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips as he held you tightly.
"I missed ya," Osamu mumbled.
"I won't give you the chance to again," you kissed his cheek.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 3 months ago
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"What were you thinking, Samu?"
You gently dabbed the cuts on his knuckles with cleanser. A sharp hiss escaped his split lip.
"Protecting ya."
You met his steel eyes and found yourself smiling. Why was he so kind and always willing to risk himself for you.
"I can handle myself."
Osamu looked at the ground while you applied ointment to his busted hand.
"I know. Doesn't mean I don't wanna fight fer ya," he spoke softly.
Your fluid movements hesitated and then continued. Osamu was sincere, and the way it gripped your heart terrified you.
"Do you always have to make me melt?" You grumbled, putting away the first aid kit.
When Osamu stood he took up most of your bathroom. His shoulders alone occupied most of the space.
"Nah. But I like it," Osamu smiled, motioning for you to exit before him.
You moved to the living room, some movie playing. The couch looked so inviting and Osamu was always warm.
"Why don't you stay tonight? It's late."
It was a lame excuse, but Osamu didn't care if it meant he could be with you.
"Ya sure? I can crash at Suna's place."
"Yes. Besides, I gotta make sure my boyfriend doesn't do anything else stupid."
Osamu hesitated.
"Boyfriend? Not yer ex?"
You turned and looked up at him wondering why you'd ever left him.
"Boyfriend. Only if you want me back."
"Hell yeah," Osamu nearly whooped before taking your mouth with his. "Ow, ow...Not my best idea," Osamu chuckled pulling back.
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lynnaredfield3383 · 3 months ago
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@akashirl
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Teiko!Akashi when he was still smol precious babey
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lynnaredfield3383 · 3 months ago
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Warnings: Swearing, angst to fluff, reader with hair long enough for bun
Hajime Iwaizumi couldn't sleep. The thought of you using him to get to Oikawa tore him up inside. There was no proof it was true, but his seeded jealous when it came to Oikawa made him question everything. Even you.
It twisted him up inside and had him screaming into his pillow. Hot tears drown against the pillowcase until he was finally all cried out. No more torturing himself.
You were dead asleep when the sudden buzz of your phone jerked you awake. You couldn't even open your eyes to verify the time or the caller.
“Hello?”
Iwaizumi's stomach clenched at the sound of your sleep filled voice. Fuck, he needed you.
“I'm sorry I woke you up.”
“Haji…No. It's fine are you okay?”
You were fully alert and aware it was 2:17am. But if Haji needed you, you'd go to him.
“I…Can I come up?”
You hopped from bed and moved to the window. Below in the dark Haji looked up at you a somber expression and no smile. You slid the window open and rushed to your closet to pull on sweats. You probably looked awful.
Iwaizumi climbed through your window in time to see you coming out of your bathroom. He chuckled when he saw your messy hair and red cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
Iwaizumi loved the concern you had for him, but it was just friendly concern, right. You sat on your bed and patted the spot next to you.
How many times had he climbed up here and how many times had you laughed or comforted each other on your bed.
“No, I guess I'm not. I, uh, need to ask you something. I hate myself for it, but I need to know the truth.”
You took his hand in yours, smiling.
“Ask me anything. You know I won't lie to you.”
Iwaizumi smiled genuinely because he knew you so well. You wouldn't lie. To anyone unless it was to protect him or Oikawa.
“Did you…Are we friends so you can get close to Oikawa. Are you using me?”
The words left an awful taste in his mouth even as he spoke them. Your expression revealed nothing and he was more scared of that than you freaking out.
“Oikawa? No. Never. Did someone say something to you.”
Iwaizumi stood up moving back to the window.
“No. It doesn't matter…”
“Haji…I was using Oikawa to get close to you. I mean that was my original plan, but then you and I became naturally close.”
Iwaizumi didn't understand and so he looked back at you.
“Get close to me? Why? I mean we could have been friends even if you weren't a manager.”
“Haji, I want to be your girlfriend.”
Iwaizumi froze, his mind trying to process what you said.
“You do?”
Nodding you studied his expression as he sat back down on your bed. Happy and confused.
“What do you want?”
Iwaizumi met your gaze and pulled you against his chest.
“You. Always you.”
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