#a3! drabble

[omirice]

happy valentines day omi

(slight nsfw)

"oh you're finally awake" i heard omi's husky voice first thing in the morning. sounds like he just woke up too.

"good morning"

i finally opened my eyes. there he was, the love of my life. the man i wanted to spend the rest of my life with. he looks so adorable with his bed hair. his face was so close. his hand was rough yet felt so soft as he was caressing my cheek. the look on his eyes were so endearing as it pierced right through mine.

"your eyes are swollen..ill have to take responsibility for making you cry last night" he smiled brightly.

"omi!” i chuckled. “stop teasing me we just woke up" i felt my face turn red. i covered my face with the blanket out of embarrassment as i remembered the screams of pleasure i let out last night.

he laughed then he took the blanket off my face. he was suddenly on top of me, feeling his warm breath as he lightly placed his lips on my bare shoulder, giving it a soft peck, tracing his lips up to my neck until he found his way to my lips. it started with a playful kiss, until it became something more passionate. he lightly squeezed my bare breasts and i let out a moan in his mouth. he drowned me in his passionate kisses, tongues sliding against each other, until we're both out of breath. he softly bit my lower lip as he slowly pulled away. my lips longed for more but there's no way im telling him, it's already embarrassing enough.

"haha you look so cute when you're embarrassed i just cant help it". he laughed as he playfully pressed my nose with his finger.

i felt my face getting redder and redder as i hid my face on his chest, embracing him tightly. Still feeling embarrassed, i quietly muttered “I love you” under my breath, hoping he heard none of that as i went back to sleep in his warm embrace. i felt him hug me back, placing a kiss on my forehead.

[kingyo-konbini]

COMFORTABLE [AIZAWA SHOUTA X READER]

[SUMMARY] aizawa comes home for the weekend. [PRONOUNS] they/them [GENRE] fluff | short & sweet [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 592 [CONTENT] aizawa being fluffy in the privacy of his home | possibly ooc aizawa

“[Name],” The door shut softly, the locks clicking into place shortly after. “I’m home.”

As he began removing his shoes a small brown kitten trotted up and began winding itself between his ankles. “Hey Mizune.” Aizawa greeted the animal, giving her a small pat on the head. He made his way further into the small apartment with the cat following, letting out quiet meows as he walked along.

The Pro Hero quickly found himself in the apartment’s quaint, compact kitchen. [Name] was exactly where he thought they’d be: at the table with a half-finished bowl of leftovers in front of them.

They looked up from their phone, eyes brightening at the sight of him. “Shouta,” [Name] cocked their head to the side and smiled. “Welcome home.” They turned off their phone and set it on the table, picking their utensils up and moving pieces of food around in the bowl. “How was your day?” They asked.

“Fine.” Aizawa shrugged. “The kids weren’t as rowdy as they usually are. I’m gonna get changed.” He turned around and began making his way to the bedroom.

“Does ramen sound good?” [Name] called after him. Aizawa let out an affirmative grunt and the sound of a door shutting followed after him.

[Name] smiled at the hallway he’d gone down and quickly shoveled the remaining bits of food into their mouth before standing and taking their dishes to the sink. After washing them and setting them to dry, they began preparing Aizawa’s dinner, Mizune curled up by the table and watching.

Just as [Name] was placing the bowl on the table, Aizawa walked back into the room, now dressed in loose grey sweats and an old, well-worn black shirt. Before he sat down he placed a chaste, lazy kiss on the top of their head and picked up his chopsticks. [Name] felt a warmth swell inside of their chest as they took a seat across from him, resting their elbows on the table and setting their chin on their knuckles. The two sat in in a content quietness for a bit, [Name] watching Aizawa eat with a far away look in their eyes. A couple minutes of silence -broken only by the sounds of Aizawa slurping and eating- passed before he stopped and met their gaze, one eyebrow quirked up.

“Are you okay?” He asked. [Name] startled and nodded, humming.

“Yeah.” They let out a quiet, content sigh. “Just happy you’re home.”

Their words, though sweet, made him frown. He looked down at his ramen and poked some of the noodles in thought. “I’m sorry I’m not here much.” He grumbled. “And that you have to spend the week alone.”

“I’m not alone.” [Name] shook their head. “I have Mizune, and my coworkers.”

“I meant more like at night.” Aizawa explained, looking at them. “I have to spend the week at the teacher dorms while you’re here with a cat.”

Their lips quirked into a half smile. “I know what I signed up for. Seeing you only on the weekends sucks, but I get it.” [Name] reached across the table and placed their hand over his. “So don’t worry about it.”

Aizawa could only look at [Name], not sure what he had done to deserve someone like them. The feeling of their hand over his made him happier than he could properly express, his senses being overwhelmed with the peace being with them on the weekends brought.

“Okay.” He conceded, flipping his hand around to give them a light and reassuring squeeze before returning to his dinner.

[yuzokasu]

Guy enters the nursery. “There you are.”

Citron looks up from where he leans his head on the crib. He flashes Guy a smile.

“Your afternoon lessons will begin in fifteen minutes,” Guy tells him, walking towards him. “You have to–”

“Yes, yes, shhh.” Citron points at the baby in the crib. “Keep your voice down, Guy. You might wake up Tangerine.”

Guy goes quiet. He peers at the baby’s face.

“I might have looked like that when I was a baby, but I don’t think you or me could have known that. Do you think he’ll look more like my father when he grows up?”

“We cannot determine that yet. A week old baby’s features are still developing.”

Citron huffs. “You’re no fun.”

He gently rocks the crib. “But I think things will be different this time. If I spend as much time as I can with Tangerine, we’ll get close. And then maybe my other brothers will become close with me too.”

Guy still stays quiet. The two gaze at the youngest prince’s face, sound asleep.

Citron grabs a stool. “I want to carry him. Help me carry him, Guy.”

“It is not safe, Citronia.”

“It is!” he says in a whisper. “He’s tiny enough! And I need to learn how to carry him, anyways.”

He reaches down to grab Tangerine. Guy immediately lunges forward to support Citron’s hands as he lifts him up, making sure Tangerine won’t slip.

Citron, stubborn as he is, doesn’t let go of Tangerine as he’s out of the crib. “Come on, Guy! I can handle it.”

Guy thinks for a while, Citron staring at him as if he can see the gears turning in his head. He eventually lets go, and to their relief, Citron can support Tangerine’s weight.

“See?” Citron giggles, holding him close. “Oh, he’s so cute up close. Your big brother’s got your back always, okay Tangerine?”

Guy feels something indescribable at the sight.

[mikaelcipher]

“what do you hate OR like most about your roomie?”

misumi flips the card around in his hand, humming to himself in thought. across the circle, kumon looks at him expectantly, knowing the answer will be about him.

it's a cute little homemade card game where they all just wrote down questions and depending on who the (plastic coke) bottle lands on, they have to answer. this time, it's misumi's turn.

the question is simple!! if it were tenma and yuki, they would have a LOT to say about each other. if it were muku and kazunari, they would have a LOT to say about each other, but in a nicer sense! now, misumi, surprisingly, seems to be thinking deeply.

“which one?” he then asks, to everyone else's surprise.

“y'know,” kazunari tells him, “kumoppi? like, your roomie? you don't have other roomies do you?”

“i mean, yeah, we do!” misumi pipes up, turning to kumon with a grin. kumon, on the other hand, has eyes going wide.

“... uh, w- what do you mean, misumi-san? ah, tenma-san—”

“quit joking around!!” tenma interjects, one- no, two hands gripping onto kumon's jacket. “w-w-what are you saying you do? there's only two of you in there!!”

“nooo, we have a third roommate!” misumi says, brandishing three of his fingers. “they're a little shy but they've been there ever since i first moved in!”

“which was ages ago...” yuki notes.

“a- ah, yeah... misumi-san tells me about them, but i've never seen them!!” kumon says, looking earnestly sincere. “apparently, they didn't show much presence since i moved in but got a bit more active once they got used to me!!”

“wait, i'm confused, huh?” kazunari looks between misumi and kumon. “a third roomie?”

“yeah, we're triangular roommates!!”

“c- could it be... a- are you talking about a ghost?” muku guesses, to which tenma shrieks.

“there's no damn way!!” he claims, “w- why the hell are we just finding out about this now and since when!? and that's just not true, there's no way!!”

“yes, way!” kumon says, turning to tenma with determination to convince him. “sometimes, my stuff goes missing and i just know it's them pulling pranks on me and taking my things!”

“isn't it possible that that's just you misplacing things?” yuki says, avoiding the way tenma tries to grab onto him next when tenma realizes kumon isn't going to protect him from this ghost they're talking about.

“sometimes, the ghost takes our triangles, and sometimes brings us new ones too,” misumi adds on, “also turns lights on and off, opens the door, unlocks it too, tips things over—”

“is it a ghost cat?” yuki raises an eyebrow.

muku leans into his ear. “can ghost cats open doors?”

“they can if you believe hard enough,” yuki responds.

“that's like... totes scary though. you two aren't scared?” asks kazunari.

“at first, yeah!!” kumon nods. “but eventually, i got used to it too!! i think maybe they were as scared of me as i was of them!”

“they welcomed me from the start~ so nope, not scared at all! △△△”

“did you-” kazunari starts but stops himself, “nevermind! ☆”

“ ? ” muku makes a worried expression. “oh no... i feel bad for the ghost. they've been here for such a long time and we haven't acknowledged them at all...”

“it's fine by them, i think!! but if you wanna meet them, we can ask them in advance and let you know if they wanna talk!” misumi says with a grin.

“only misumi-san can see and hear them though,” kumon says.

“isn't this story familiar?” asks yuki, “wait...”

“that's enough!! i swear, this prank has gone on long enough! there's no way ghosts are real!”

yuki snorts. “you're trembling, though.”

“tenten, be nice!” kazunari says, “the ghost is afraid of people!!”

“I'M MORE AFRAID OF IT THAN—”

“go to sleep.”

... sakyo stands in the doorway to the living room, where they were all settled playing their game under dim lights. he's frowning, arms crossed, in his nightwear. the group apologizes before asking to stay up a bit more just to clean up and Sakyo sighs and lets them. misumi grins.

“i do like something about them, though.

“... sometimes, they say they would visit all of you too, when it's sure you cannot see them, in the morning at two...”

tenma shrieks and they're not allowed another slumber party until sakyo forgets in a month or so.

[augustmishas]

chikage is overseas, there's a few hours difference in time between them, not like it makes too much of a difference. hisoka's sleeping patterns are irregular and constant, more likely to be awake during the night than the day. chikage's lucky if he gets any sleep at all. it doesn't matter, hisoka's just thinking.

he called three hours ago, maybe four. hisoka heard his voice. he sent pictures of curry with chikausa's signature; hisoka sent pictures of cats through a blurry lens, just illuminating their differences. they talked of nothing at all for too long, and then hisoka fell asleep with a head full of memories.

the's space between them: physical space like countries and timezones. there's also the emotional, invisible space, and that's what bleeds in him.

ten minutes without talking, but staying on the phone. listening to chikage breathe, type on his laptop or shift in his seat, assuming hisoka fell asleep on the line, because he always does.

not hanging up.

hisoka carries a unique kind of homesickness that comes with not having a home in the first place. a part of him will always be misplaced, just a momento carried around for sake of sentiment. without august and april he would have died, without izumi he could have. more likely, he's just be lost and empty, never regaining this feeling in his chest.

like a broken toy. a child's dream left behind, never found again.

changing hideout every few months means his past memories have no shelter, no distinct home to tie them together. just smells and voices, august and april's faces. even mankai—which is certainly a home—could dissapear at any moment, but it's residents wouldn't.

so hisoka was born without a home, and just burrowed his way inside a family. they're all so permanent, it seems except august, except april.

is that what the feeling is, when he speaks to chikage long distance? is it the first seed of grief, threatening to grow vines to choke him? he doesn't know, but to mourn the living is a very strange act.

he just thinks of chikage—the distance—and stares at his ceiling. when they shared a bed as children, there was always a knife under their pillow, a bruise on each of their knuckles.

[natsu-tte-noodle]

Barbie-themed Yume Drabble (Platonic, ~2k words)

I warned you that I would not be normal about this ever

(This is incredibly self indulgent and incredibly thrown together but here we are lolol)

-

“I’m telling you, just start with the live action.  I can’t see any of us actively disliking it.”

Ran stopped spinning the desk chair she was sitting in to level Yuki with a stern glare—far too stern for the sort of conversation they were having.  “And I’m telling you, it’s too standalone.  If we start with the live action they’ll never agree to see anything else.”

Yuki let his head fall back with a groan.  “We’ve been through the other options.”

It had been a solid 20 minutes since this debate had started.  The debate being: in the case that the dorm is finally worn out by Ran’s pestering and agrees to watch one (1) Barbie movie, which would be the best to show to get them to want to watch another?  The “Barbie gateway drug,” as Kazunari had put it.

Speaking of Kazunari, he was sprawled out in one arm chair with his feet in the other, playing idly with chatsnap filters.  “Maybe there’s an angle we’re missing?  Omg, this one makes me a fish.  It’s giving Mermaid Tale.”

Yuki opened his mouth, but Ran held up a hand before he could say anything.  “You wanna subject Masumi to that song?”

“Ugh.”

They had gone through several rounds of elimination already.  The beginning was easy enough.  “No sequels” was just a given (though it tragically cut Mermaidia).  Movies that starred Barbie as herself were fine, but they didn’t fit the vibe that they were trying to go for.  That didn’t rule out movies where her name just happened to be Barbie, but unfortunately Ran was adamant about eliminating Spy Squad, and Kazunari had made the reasonable argument that, while aesthetically gorgeous, Starlight Adventure was too polarizing to rely on.

“You wanna tell me what other angle there is, Friendly McExtrovert?  Wanna put your money where your mouth is?”

Kazunari pouted.  “No fair, I’m totes contributing!”  Still, he locked his phone and sat up a bit.  “Remind me why we ruled out PatP again?  Frooch’d love that shit; it’s about paying off a debt.”

“Believe it or not, the money-grubbing yakuza isn’t one of our main concerns.” In fact, Sakyo would probably be fine with any of the 42 movies they could throw his way.  An enjoyer of bad movies, he was, and while Ran took offense to the idea that the Barbie cinematic universe had bad movies (it did, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take offense to it), it did mean he’d be willing to watch almost anything. “Didn’t we agree that it might feel a little too close to home for a certain someone?  Royal duties and all.”

“Hmm, right… not to mention idk if Tsuzuroon would find it ‘omg relatable!’ or ‘yikes, relatable.’”

Ran gave her chair another spin.  “Which sucks, because it’s one of our best bets.  They don’t even hold hands until after they’re engaged I’m pretty sure.”

Kazunari stretched his arms over his head, cracking his spine (impressive, considering he was still laying down.)  “Which reminds me, we gotta ix-nay on considering any movies with an iss-kay. Else Azamin'll bolt.”

Ran pursed her lips in thought.  “That’s what, Barbie Diaries, A Fashion Fairytale, A Fairy Secret… do they kiss in Nutcracker?”

“Doesn’t matter, those dance scenes are definitely too long for some of us.”  Yuki let out a sigh that would sound sarcastic to the untrained ear, but his companymates knew better.  “But there go my chances to watch Fashion Fairytale.  Again.”

“I keep offering to watch it with you, but you’re always busy.”

“I have entrance exams to get ready for.”

“Laaaaaame.”

Yuki ignored Ran’s whiny “owww” when he threw the stuffed hamster he was basing Kazunari’s costume off of at her.

“Come on, y’all, don’t be mean to Hamucchi!” Kazunari chided.  “Look, it’s my fault 12 Dancing Princesses is off the table; I can ignore the color palette if you think the others would like it.”

“The Hyodos would get a kick out of it for sure,” Yuki mused.  “Muku too.”

There were plenty of people who would like that one, with its focus on family and making a difference.  Plus, there were dance scenes and the music “slaps,” according to Ran. As much as Mendelssohn's Allegro Vivace from Symphony #4 Op.90 “Italian" could slap. (Again, Ran would argue that it could slap a lot. Yuki wasn't sure the rest of the dorm would agree.)

“We can probably put Princess and the Pauper back on the table too, in that case,” Ran suggested, getting up from the chair.  “Just because it’s a little relatable doesn’t mean they’d hate it.  Plus, Anneliese gets to do what she wants and Erika does pay off the debt and chase her dreams.”

The other two hummed in agreement.  Honestly, they could probably just ask Citron, since he was already in support of watching this sort of thing.

Ran clapped her hands once.  “Ok, we’ve thrown around and shot down a lot of ideas, so!”  She wheeled out a whiteboard with all the Barbie movies written out on it, which made Yuki snap his head up from his embroidery with a start.  “Let’s recap.”

“I’m sorry, what?  Where the hell did that come from?”

“It’s totally normal to have a whiteboard ready for settling debates, Yukki,” Kazunari pointed out.

“I get that, but we’re in my room?  Since when did we have that??”

Ran ignored him.  “We’re cutting out sequels, movies with kisses, and movies with Barbie as herself.”  She carefully crossed out each movie that missed the cut, with a note for why on each one.  “Thumbelina is… oh yeah, Thumbelina.  I forgot that one existed.”

“Boring,” Yuki supplied, still frowning at the whiteboard that seemingly materialized out of thin air in his dorm room.

Ran nodded and marked it off.  “True.  Not bad, but boring.  Nutcracker is similarly slow.  Mermaid Tale and—wait, fuck, they kiss in Rapunzel.  But it’s like, at the wedding.  Does that count?  Is that a problem??”

“Honestly?” Kazunari offered.  “I have no clue.”

“It’s not his thing, but I don’t think he’d be completely against watching a Barbie movie, so we can probably just ask him,” said Yuki.

“I’ll LIME him now!”

Ran continued sorting out the list in the meanwhile.  Island Princess, while a certified banger of a film, had the whole long lost parents plot point, which for some members of the company could make it their favorite or could make it too hard to watch.  They had too much self respect for Princess and the Popstar to be on the table.  And while a lot of fun, Diamond Castle had a few too many plot holes for some of the more quality-driven members like Banri and Tasuku.  (There was no real way of framing this to be for acting, they had already reluctantly conceded.)

“Ok, honestly, I think we’re being too nice.  If we’re not watching something pre-2011 we’re not doing it right.”

“You think, Yukki?”

“Yeah, just cross those out now.  Why is Princess Power still on the table?”

“Valid!  Plus it’s kinda ironic, but I’d put money on Itaroon hating Video Game Hero.”

Ran obliged by the new decision and crossed out everything remaining after Three Musketeers.  She wasn’t a big fan of the “everything after that era sucks” mindset, but she had to agree that the original, fairytale-inspired movies were for the most part the best movies.  Consider herself old-fashioned, but case in point: Yuki grew up in the modern Barbie era and he preferred the OGs too.  “That narrows it down to seven we haven’t ruled out, plus two maybes.”

“Oh, Azamin answered me!” Kazunari exclaimed.  “He said, ‘what why.’  No punctuation all lowercase.  Sounds like a good sign to me!”

“Make that six still up and three maybes.”

The three self-proclaimed (unchallenged) Barbie connoisseurs continued to discuss the movies left on the board.  There were reasons to watch each of them, but every time the answer seemed clear, something would come to mind that put a wrench in their plans.  And then, someone would provide a counter argument that managed to write off the problem and leave the movie on the board.  The very important, very academically sound debate was, once again, going nowhere.

A knock on the door startled them out of their Magic of Pegasus argument.  They turned their heads to see an unexpected face pop in.  “Hey, Izumi’s wondering if you’re planning on coming down for dinner sometime this year.”

“Oh, Itaroon!”  Kazunari flashed a greeting peace sign.  “Sorry, guess we lost track of time.  This is a majorly important topic.”

Itaru stuck his head in further to see what could possibly be so important that they were already thirty minutes late to Omi’s slow-cooked brisket.  “Operation: Get the Dorm to Watch a Barbie Movie and then Preferably More After That?  First of all, kind of a shitty operation name.  Second, you haven’t just settled for Princess and the Pauper yet?  I’m pretty sure it’s the best one.”

Yuki gave him a surprised glance.  “You’ve seen it?”

“I grew up with an older sister in the aughts.  I’ve seen most of the OGs.  Personally, I’m a Fairytopia kind of guy, but I think PatP is like the universal right answer?”

“Fairytopia’s a good one too,” Ran mumbled, glancing back at the list again.

“You're not wrong, Itaroon, but,” Kazunari frowned.  “All of these ones are good, but we wanna choose the best one, y’know?  If we ever get to this totally hypothetical situation where we carry out this plan we probably only get one chance.”

Itaru sat down on the seat previously occupied by Ran.  He laced his fingers together, studying the list intently.  “Ngl, you can probably cross out Mariposa.  Great movie, but if you don’t watch Fairytopia first, the beginning’s gonna make no sense.”

Yuki shuddered, struck by the unpleasant thought of trying to sit through a 75 minute movie with Tenma’s constant comments of “no go back who the hell is Bibble!?” ringing in his ears.

“Objectively,” Ran put a hand to her chin, “I think the best movie to convert others to the pink side is actually probably Christmas Carol.  But if it’s not around Christmas time Sakyo might see it as a personal attack.”

“I think it’s more like Azamin or Settzer might see the chance to make it a personal attack,” Kazunari corrected. "Frooch'd be chill."

“Maybe you’re thinking too much in terms of just the movie?” Itaru suggested.  “Like, maybe it’s good, but will you want to watch another one after it?”

“I’m the wrong person to answer that,” Ran noted, pushing Kazunari’s legs aside and sinking to the couch in semi-defeat.  It had been almost an hour at this point.  Why couldn’t they just pick a movie and be done with it?  Curse the Mankai Company and their “high standards” and “adult tastes.”

Kazunari patted her shoulder sympathetically, while Yuki, the most unbiased one of them when it came to this sort of thing, took the question into consideration.  “I think the only ones that fit that criteria are Princess and the Pauper, Fairytopia, and Magic of Pegasus.  Christmas Carol too, but like we said, only in the right season.”

“Well damn, Konomi loved all of those,” Itaru said in a serious tone.  “The final boss is upon us.”

—

“So do you think he like died?” Banri finally asked.  “It’s been ten minutes.”

Muku let out a soft gasp.  “Or what if a portal opened up on the way to Tenma and Yuki’s room!?”

“Or he died,” Masumi repeated.

“Nothing of the sort happened,” Sakyo snapped.  “But really, how long does it take to drag some people down for dinner?”

Silence fell over the table as they listened for any sign of their four missing members, but all was quiet.

Taichi swallowed his mouthful of food. “...so anyone wanna watch Life in the Dreamhouse after dinner tonight?”

“Ooh, sure!”  “Why not?”  “Sounds good.”  “Hell yeah.”

[chigasakism]

[ID: Image in the A3! game home screen style with written summary: The Mankai Company's in full swing now, but a lot seems to be going on with Chikage lately. Itaru doesn't know what he's planning; Chikage doesn't know how much Itaru knows. And neither will ask.]

[yuzuspace]

garbage green shirt.

SUMMARY:

off booger green and tenma's weird taste

Relationship(s): Itsuki Kaiya/Sumeragi Tenma

Prompt: Spring Cleaning, Knot Shirts: I think they're pretty neat.

Notes: i just had this in my head i don't care if it doesn't make sense i don't care if its shit it needs to get out of my system and i should make a pinned LOL

"What do you think?" Kai turns around in front of the mirror, examining some old house shirts that could have been great for serious wardrobe, and her boyfriend, Tenma watched from the sides. He peered, as if in contemplation or maybe it was to stay safe from the so-called female wrath that he was afraid of incurring, should his poor word choices set her off.

"I like it." he simply said with a happy shrug, his arms folded in front of his chest. Kai turned to him as if not already appalled—she could have simply given him some stink eye through the mirror but she really had to turn to him to express her shock.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"You like this garbage green shirt?" It wasn't even that bad, it was a cropped shirt with a knot on the bottom. It seemed pretty trendy nowadays, but it was in a particular off-booger green that nearly could pass as army green if one squinted.

"You asked what I think, I gave you 'what I think'." he pointed out. "If you don't like what you're wearing, that's totally fine. I like it though."

"Oh yeah?" she kept her hands behind her back, tilting her head curiously. "What do you like about it?"

"The hideous green." he chuckled. "Suits you." Kai joined him in laughter.

"Come on, Tenma." she groaned, turning back to the mirror. "Seriously? It looks so bad."

"So bad that it's good." he countered. "Could use some shorts. Not the boxers you're wearing--actually, are those boxers?"

"I think so? They're so comfy." She sucked in a breath before humming reluctantly and glanced at him through the mirror.

A few more jerky and weird movements (one of them manages to get a laugh out of Tenma, a win, Kai thinks.) And then a sigh to cover the silence.

Their eyes meet and Kai says without breaking eye contact.

"Are you saying that you like it so that you get to see it more on me?" A light and soft smile slowly make it to Tenma's face, looking away momentarily and then meeting her gaze again.

"Maybe," he answered with a smile. "Is it working?"

"I don't know, is it?"

"Want me to grab the shorts?" He offered with a confident grin, he walked away and to her closet and got a pair of denim shorts, like they were poorly cut off from pants but they also look pretty cool, kinda rock. "I'm telling you, they're going to look so good on you but if you still don't want to keep it after the shorts, fineeee."

"We'll see about that."

Kai still doesn't like the top but the shorts make it look tolerable. It's really just the color that's off. Tenma was right, maybe.

[97keanu]

"ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵐⁱˡˡⁱᵒⁿ

ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢʰⁱⁿᵉ"

Mob Boss!John Wick x Mob Wife!Reader

Premise: It's the early 2000s, New York City. You're 27 years old, your husband, John Wick, is the head of the Slavic crime syndicate in New York. Your father married you off to him 6 years ago, to end a feud between your families. You have been John's wife for so long, but still feel like you barely know how he feels about you. He's quiet, comes home bloody and bruised, tries to keep you out of the business even though this life is all you've ever known. Will John reveal his true feelings for you when a rival family kidnaps you and holds you for ransom?

Tags/CW: stoic and suave!john, possessive!john, predator coded!john, prey coded!reader, kidnapping in, drug use, canon violence for john wick series as well as the sopranos, smut, more tags to come in later chapters.

A/N: This is going to be a 3 part limited series, but I would love to write drabbles/imagines/one-shots for these two in the future! This chapter is mainly an intro to you and John's relationship and some shameless smut, more drama in the next chapter!

Words: 3k

Gold. Your favorite color as a child, the same color as your daddy's pinky ring, you can remember peeking at it over the old wooden poker table. Your daddy laughed along with all the other men in the room, like a language you couldn't understand, the cigar smoke bitter, but sweet like vanilla if you inhaled enough. You can see all sorts of shiny objects on the poker table. You spot a silver glinting metal of a few of the men's guns politely placed on the table. The liquor they're drinking is glinting in crystal glasses, sloshing around as the men get rowdier and more incoherent. Your eyes always come back to that ring, however. Embellishments of diamond inlaid into that honey colored metal. The only thing you liked better than the glint of gold was the flash of a diamond. And daddy's ring held both. You knew even then, no more than 6 or 7 years old, that that ring would be yours one day.  You were right.  Your husband John, gave it to you as an anniversary gift last year after killing the men who killed your father. It's big enough on you to fit on your ring or middle finger. Your dear old dad was a lot of things, most not things that you loved. The only other thing he gave you in life that you were truly grateful for was arranging a truce between feuding families and setting you up to marry John.  You had no idea who this man was, not to mention he was 20 years older than you, and was the head of New York City's Slavic crime syndicate. Along with his family being a family that rivaled yours for so long, the idea of marrying this man, the man they call 'Baba Yaga', was frightening. He was harsh when you met him. You only talked 3 times before you saw him at the altar.  When you did meet him, he was well kept, incredibly so. His hair was dark, a bit long, slicked back perfectly. His face though, that was what really sent cold shivers up your spine. He looked like a wolf, his eyes were hungry for something, you couldn't even say what for sure, but you hoped your father wasn't shepherding you as a helpless sheep into John's pasture.

You were surprised when he took your hand softly, all the edges of his face jagged and sharp like a freshly cut jewel, and pressed his lips into your hand. It was from then on that you knew, despite everything else, that he would take care of you. There was something in his kiss and his steeled eyes that promised so from the get go. 

From the moment you kissed him at the altar, you knew there was something those lips were hiding, however. They were so soft, but somewhere in your mind you couldn’t help but taste blood, coppery, metallic on those perfect lips. He looked at you then, having only seen you three times before, like he was looking at something as precious as gold. You felt coveted. 

Despite this, as the honeymoon waned, and you two began to settle in as husband and wife, you thought perhaps, maybe this could work for you two. And it did, for all intents and purposes. Over the years, you two have fallen into a routine, not one you're displeased with per se. You know this is the life you were born into, being able to be a pristine trophy inside John's luxurious apartment never bothered you. He treated you well, always kept your needs met. But he was cold, distant, especially about work. You know the business, you've known it your whole life so you have no idea why he feels the need to keep you so in the dark most of the time. He barely speaks when he comes home bloodied up, weak, ready to collapse into the couch and sleep off the night finally. You dutifully help clean his wounds, silent, but those piercing eyes of his look into yours, saying more than those lips ever did. 

Because of John's reluctance to allow you anywhere close to the business, you're surprised when he comes home one night and tells you that he'll be taking you to a party. 

"A party?" Your glossy lips utter, turning around to face John from your seat at the vanity as he enters the bedroom with the news. Quite frankly, after being married for six years and rarely leaving this apartment, you're shocked. "You never take me to parties?"

"It's important you come tonight." John says simple, stepping closer to you, and slowly beginning to take off his dark suit, going down to suspenders and a crisp white button up. He isn’t giving anything away just yet. 

"Finally decided to trade me in for someone newer?" You say, obviously joking even though you know it happens. These parties that men in the business go to, your father found six different wives at them after your mother, you know how women are treated in this world. You are seen as no more than a currency of status, and you know you’re not getting any younger. 

John, however, gets really serious. His head jerks towards you, and he has that wolf look in his eye again. He bores you down with his dark, almost black eyes, his jaw set. The fear you feel from that look is one you never wish to again. 

"Don't you ever joke about that." John finally says, but he doesn't soften. "I would never let anyone else have you."

If there's one thing you know for certain that John feels about you, it's possession. He always has been protective of you, to a fault most of the time. You feel as though he's set you in the world's most gilded cage most days, and at night he comes home and tears into your body like an animal. John was never soft. He wouldn't start to be in the bedroom. He would never push you away from cuddling after, however. He just didn't seek comfort from you the way you did him. But you were grateful he allowed you to have the comfort you craved from him, even if he was silent for most of it. If you were lucky, he may even pull an arm around you after a particularly aggressive fuck. 

Not to say either that you didn’t enjoy how he took you in the bedroom, taking everything from you but your blood. And you knew he could take that too if he pleased. The aggression, the rawness of his body against yours, you had to admit, it turned you on. He never made your feel like you were lesser in the bedroom, in fact, he could give just as much as he could take. There were many times he had you propped up on the pillows, spread for him, and he lapping at you with a fervor you could hardly stand. He would tease you relentlessly if you let him, if you didn’t grab that dark hair of his and pull him into your aching pussy while telling him what you need. Begging him for what you need. His black eyes would look up at you from where he supplied pleasures that made your head spin, as if to say ‘You see this? I give you this, do not forget that I can give you such pleasures.’

And Lord, did you know, that he could do just that. Even now, as you see him undressing for the night, you can feel yourself begin to ache with want. 

John can tell he has frightened you from how he has spoken, though. So he crosses what feels like the great expanse between you two, and he kneels in front of you, his hands on your thighs. 

“Listen, I need you to understand that you never have to worry. About anything, with me.” His eyes are not exactly soft, but they are trying, which counts for something. “These eyes are focused on one woman and one woman only, do not ever doubt that, my love.”

You couldn’t help but feel compelled to believe him. Not to mention it was one of the rare times that he told you, or at least implied, his love for you. You did find yourself questioning often what John’s idea of ‘love’ was, however. You aren’t so certain your vision of love matches his, but at least it seems as if he is true to you. You begin to feel foolish for the cracks of doubt that have been plaguing you lately, you have no reason to believe John would cheat on you other than that the other mob wives have to deal with it constantly from their spouses. John is different, you must remember that. 

You nod, a few tears coming to your eyes, and John’s large hands are there to wipe them away before you even have to wonder. 

“Do not cry, solnyshko.” He says, his voice gruff, but understanding. “I do not wish for you to be hurt.”

“I hurt from being locked away here for so long…” You don’t know why you feel brave enough to say it right now, but you do. John’s eyes suddenly look unusually pained, and he glances away, blinking as if to gather himself. 

“I know, I hope bringing you to this party will help. I just…” His hand on your cheek begins to tighten, not on you, but as if the muscles in it are desperate to grasp for something they know they must not. “I do not trust your safety for much of what I do, I…I cannot lose you.”

You don’t say anything, just look at him, on his knees for you right now, seemingly begging you to understand. It’s more than you’ve seen from him in the six years you’ve lived with him. It honestly causes a few more tears to fall, you’re not sure why seeing him this way does this to you. It means a lot to you. 

“Okay, John. I will go this party with you, glady.” You say, accepting the idea, and John seems relieved. 

“Good, now, no more tears,” He brushes the last few that have sullied your cheeks with his thumb. “Come, let’s go to bed my darling…” 

As he stands from where he knelt before you, his strong hands take your arms in them, pulling you off of the plush vanity stool, and into him. He smells like smoke and gunpowder, mixed with that expensive cologne he always wears, the one that smells like pine trees and reminds you of the woods. He gently, for once, takes you into the large, black silk bed. Once you’re settled, it’s like he is ready to make a feast of your body. He’s so primal, animalistic and ready to be drunk on your scent. You let him take you, his teeth already into your neck, leaving indents, leaving his mark on you. He goes slow this time, really lets you feel how much he wants you. It doesn’t take him long to completely undress you, his hands are swift, and they work quickly to fling the little you had on to the bedroom floor. 

You gasp when his hands decide to reach for your pussy next, and you hear him chuckle as he suckles on your breast, which are heavy with lust. 

“You’re already so wet for me, my dear…” He whispers into your skin, the biting and nibbling beginning again as soon as the words leave his lips.

His hands work like magic, starting with teasing your poor pussy. He doesn’t go for your clit right away, no, he works slowly, but deliberately around it, testing your want and your wetness. He continues to lower his bites along your body, going down further and further, saving your swelling clit for his tongue to savor. He spreads your legs roughly, your breath catching as you’re so suddenly exposed. You feel the cold air of the room against the heat between your legs, and watch as John looks over your body with nothing but pure hunger and satisfaction in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever thought he would look for someone else when he looks at you like this nearly every night. How foolish…

Before your thoughts can be taken by things that simple do not matter in this moment, John is plunging his tongue into your cunt, hungry to taste you, a low growl escaping his lips and vibrating the tender flesh there. You moan out, your legs trying to close, but a firm hand guiding your thigh back down to the bed, holding it there. You continue to squirm, your hands finally finding purchase in his tossled dark hair, and you feel as if you have found an anchor in the deepest depths of an angry sea, ready to consume you if you do not hold onto something. 

You breath hitches higher as he sucks on your hardening clit, pulling all of it to attention in his mouth and driving you mad. He continues to over stimulate you like this until you’re begging him, breathless and tossing your head back into the silk pillows, to stop, to let you go. Unfortunately, you are his prey, and he will have his way with you however he can, so while he releases your tender clit from his mouth for a moment, he is slipping two fingers inside you with a swiftness that causes you to see stars. You always forget how good he is at this, how could you ever underestimate his power to bring you to the edge like this?

John pumps his fingers inside you, working that spot that drives you crazy, and you can barely speak coherently. He loves making you such a mess for him, a wordless, breathless mess that tangles in John’s sheets. 

John allows you to get closer and closer like this, and just when you’re screaming out his name, finding some words that convey how close you are, how you’re so ready, does he slip his fingers out from inside of you. The whine you let out from this surprises you, even makes you blush from embarrassment. You can’t believe how badly he makes you want him.

John lifts himself to his knees, freeing his cock from his tight pants, and you’re always taken back from how long and girthy it is. You know you can take his cock, you have many times before, but you know how much it stretches you out anyways. Your stomach is in knots from how full you wish to be of him. John can see the hunger in your eyes and wastes no time, grabbing your thighs and pulling you close in one fell manuever. He lines himself up with you, then wets his cock with your juices so he can slide into you easily. He always makes sure not to rut into you dry, he wants you soaking for him at all times during this. 

John finally gives you what you want, your moan loud enough that you don’t doubt the neighbors know what this man does to you. His cock slips in so perfectly, going deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until he is at his limit inside you, your pussy completely full of him. You reach out to pull him close to you, but John stops you. 

“I want to see you touch yourself for me, darling. I need to see your face when you cum on my cock…” He is so instructional, so demanding. You know you have to give him what he wants. 

You stay laid on your back, while John keeps up on his knees, still so deep inside of you. You work your hand down to your clit, your other hand grasping at your own breast with desperation for something to hold onto. You can’t help it, you’re already losing yourself, your hands working and your moans giving a show for John. You know he loves when you really let yourself feel it, and you can feel yourself tighten around his cock as it pumps into you from how good you are feeling. 

As John continues, you look up at him, your eyebrows drawn and your face so close to ecstasy, your body so tight and close to giving you the release you desperately need. You know John's close too, his face turning from one of someone so focused on their partner's pleasure, to someone who can barely keep their eyes open from how good it feels. The thought that somehow, right now, you have a small bit of power over him, turns you on. The fact that it's your pussy that makes him devolve into a mess of breaths and soft groans is so satisfying you can feel yourself start to cum. That's all it takes for John to join you, his cock twitching and full, going deeper into you with each long thrust as you both finish together. You can feel the rush of heat as he delivers his pleasure unto you. 

John collapses beside you, spent. You move, your body sore where John held your legs open for so long. You find your way onto his sweaty chest, laying your head down onto his defined chest muscles. John wraps an arm around you, his hand gently, so slowly, petting your hair. You know he isn't the super affectionate type, but you also know that you've been together long enough that your husband cannot refuse you on much. Especially not when the two of you can relax into each other. 

You softly close your eyes and count John's breath, trying to match yours to his. You aren't sure after what count it happened, but you fall asleep in John's arms. 

[omirice]

NSFW...kinda My self-indulgent Omi drabble because I can

Omi tucks you to bed and kisses you gently with his soft lips, caresses your body with his calloused hands, and gazes at you passionately with his amber-colored eyes. You stared back at him, running your hand through his short brown hair, to his face, scar, neck, down to his toned chest. You then hugged him tightly, your warm lips pressed against his ear then you whispered "I love you". He smiled softly, touches your face, ran his fingertips through it down to your jaw, then kisses you passionately.

-

He wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead. He then gets up and you wake up to the sight of his wide and muscled back gleaming beneath the sunlight. You thought his bed hair was really sexy and you can't wait to run your hand through it again. He suddenly looked at you with a smirk as he talked in a husky voice. "Can I eat you for breakfast?"

[kingyo-konbini]

BURY A FRIEND [DABI X READER]

[SUMMARY] dabi's not sure why your death is affecting him the way it is. [PRONOUNS] gender neutral [GENRE] angst [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 725 [CONTENT] dead reader | no dialogue

Dabi couldn't remember if he'd ever taken the time to bury someone before.

Well, he technically wasn't burying someone; he was dumping the ashes he'd been able to collect of your cremated body into a small hole he'd dug next to the back fence of a park you used to frequent.

It wasn't a proper burial or farewell by any means, he was merely depositing your ashes in the silence of night under a dark sky covered in grey clouds. There was no one in the park except him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone.

It felt like you.

The strange companionship he'd built with you had always lingered in the back of his mind like a bad idea, the feeling of dread always lodged in his throat. You should never have gotten involved with him, and he would never truly understand why you insisted on doing so.

Reading people was easy for him, but he could never get a read on you. Whether it was because you had too much going on in your mind or too little would remain a mystery, yet another aggravation you brought into his life.

He toyed with the thought that you were suicidal, that you knew you would eventually push one too many buttons and he would snap. Or maybe you were just an idiot who put too much trust in the wrong kind of person. You put too much trust in him.

The feeling of eyes watching him wouldn't go away, but he knew for a fact that he was alone with only your remains to keep him company. The chilled bite of a gust of wind found its way under his coat, snaking around him and causing a shiver to run down his spine.

As he shoveled the upturned earth to cover what was left of you, memories of the time you shared together surfaced to the front of his mind. He remembered the first time you managed to make him laugh, although it hadn't been on purpose and he had been laughing at you, not with you. He remembered the first time you smiled at him with your eyes; only the corners of your lips turned up, but he could see the genuine happiness in your gaze as you looked at him, the corners of your eyes scrunched up as you tried to keep the smile from fully reaching your lips. He remembered the first time you said his name in anger, not just annoyance, and how it had been spoken with a sharpness and bitterness he didn't know you had in you until then. He remembered you telling him three words that started your worst argument yet- the argument that eventually lead to your death.

Dabi wasn't sure why he'd reacted the way he had when you told him you loved him. You hadn't even said it in a serious way, simply laughing at something he'd done and then saying it in an offhand manner. But it had struck a nerve in him for a reason he refused to admit, and he'd burst.

He remembered the look of fear in your eyes, and then the look of pain.

Stomping on the dirt to flatten it, he gripped the shovel in one hand and shoved the other in a coat pocket, and turned around. He was determined that that would be the last time he thought of you. If missing posters with your face started to appear, he would act none the wiser and never think about you again. As far as he was concerned, you never existed.

A whisper of a word brushed by his left ear and without thinking he flinched away, body temperature rising as he instinctively prepared himself for a fight. But, of course, there was no one there; still, the feeling that he wasn't alone wouldn't disappear.

It felt like you.

Dabi knew he needed to get out of there. He couldn't risk being seen, even though the chances of that happening were slim to none, and he didn't want to linger. There was something missing though- did you deserve more than just a shallow resting place at the back of a park? Should he put down a flower or something?

No, because you didn't exist to him. He had to remember that.

Just keep walking.

[satrs]

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Hihi!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I thought about spicing things up as thanks for over 1000 followers! I’m really thankful for all the nice words and the support, and I want to give something back to you guys!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You tell me via asks a kink (letter) + a dialog prompt(number) and a male character from Blue Lock or Jujutsu kaisen of your liking and I’ll write a little something about them!

Here is an example:

A3 with Toji

Kinks and prompts under the cut.

Here are the kinks you can choose from:

A ╰┈➤ ❝ SOMNOPHILIA ❞ Ness Oliver

B ╰┈➤ ❝ DACRYPHILIA ❞ Isagi

C╰┈➤ ❝ AGE GAP ❞ Gojo

D╰┈➤ ❝ BONDAGE ❞

E╰┈➤ ❝ DEGRADATION ❞ Sae

F╰┈➤ ❝ PRAISE ❞ Leonardo Luna

G╰┈➤ ❝ BLOOD PLAY ❞

H╰┈➤ ❝ ORGASM CONTROL ❞ Nagi

I╰┈➤ ❝ HUMILIATION ❞ Yuuta

J╰┈➤ ❝ CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT ❞ Toji

K╰┈➤ ❝ SIZE KINK ❞ Kaiser

L╰┈➤ ❝ CLOTHED GRINDING ❞ Rin /// Megumi

M╰┈➤ ❝ OVERSTIMULATION ❞ Shidou

N╰┈➤ ❝ EDGING ❞

O╰┈➤ ❝ CORRUPTION ❞ kunigami

Aaaaand the dialog prompts:

𝟙➥ “Let me see those eyes.” 𝟚➥ “Use your words.” 𝟛➥“Please, kiss me.” 𝟜➥“Touch yourself.” 𝟝➥“You can do better than that.” 𝟞➥“Does that feel good?” 𝟟➥“Touch me there. Right there.” 𝟠➥“Don’t make a mess, baby.” 𝟡➥“Just a little more, mkay?” 𝟙𝟘➥“Did you come already?” 𝟙𝟙➥“Slow, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” 𝟙𝟚➥ “Won’t you help me? Please?” 𝟙𝟛➥“Turn over, baby.” 𝟙𝟜➥“Shh, just look at me, baby.” 𝟙𝟝➥“Stop talking and take off your clothes.” 𝟙𝟞➥"Just like that." 𝟙𝟟➥“Wanna bet?” 𝟙𝟠➥“First one to cum is the loser.” 𝟙𝟡➥"Wait, I got a surprise." 𝟚𝟘➥"Please, stop teasing."

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[mikaelcipher]

“Utsuki.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. And then responds with slight surprise, “Tasuku. Isn't it late?”

“That's what I meant to tell you. I just finished grabbing a drink of water, so I'm heading back to my room.” Tasuku looks him up and down, taking in his business attire and his briefcase, where his laptop is kept. “Overtime?” he guesses.

“Mhm.” Chikage nods, leaving his shoes at the door.

“... Would you like me to carry you?”

“Huh?”

“...”

They stare at each other for a good long minute until Chikage realizes that Tasuku is serious. “Is it because—...” That one time he joked about letting Tasuku carry him? “I wasn't serious at that time, you know.”

“Still, you're probably very tired, right?”

In the darkness of the singular light in the living room, it's hard to tell whether Tasuku is wearing a sincere expression or what. “I'm not that tired,” Chikage tells him but despite that, he does bring his briefcase close to his chest. “But if you insist.”

And he meant to joke about that too but somehow, he's in Tasuku's arms, being carried through the halls of the dorm. He wasn't sure what to expect at first, maybe for Tasuku to throw him over his shoulder or to carry him on his back but — a bridal carry? Really?

They're both mostly quiet as Tasuku makes the short trip from the living room to Chikage's shared room with Chigasaki. It's an odd situation, he thinks... It's strangely calming. Usually, when his feet are off the ground, he wouldn't feel very safe.

It's a trip too short when Chikage's back on his feet again.

“See you tomorrow, Utsuki,” Tasuku says and Chikage doesn't make it show that his mind has wandered.

“Yes, thank you, Tasuku. I should make jokes like these more often if it means you'll give in to my whimsies.” He smiles a little.

“Give in to your whimsies?” echoes Tasuku, confused. “You just have to ask, really. If you want me to carry you to bed again tomorrow, just let me know.”

“... That won't be necessary, thank you.”

“Alright, well... Goodnight, Utsuki.”

“Goodnight, Tasuku.”

Maybe he'll go overtime again tomorrow.

[lcs-library]

hi hi, can I request something for itaru? I don’t have anything specific in mind but just considering my love/hate for him how ‘bout just silly moments with him and some playful teasing where it’s like “I hate you so much” “aww, no you don’t ;)” and stuff like that haha. Just need to get that out of my system, he’s too strong rn 🙃

SCREAMING AND CRYING ONE OF MY FAVE A3! ARTISTS ASKING FOR WRITING??? FROM ME???? I AM NOT WORTHY😭😭😭😭😭 anyway. Ahem. Yes!! I love writing Itaru he’s such a gremlin. I had too many ideas banging around in my head, so I decided to write a bunch of lil drabbles n stuff instead of a headcanon list or a oneshot, so I hope that’s okay!! Thanks so much for requesting!

Request rules

1. Though he’d never admit it to anyone else, Itaru’s a huge sucker for affection, and loves taking time to laze around with you, even if you’re just holding hands.

On one particular afternoon, things got a little…silly.

He’s just a silly little guy, though, can you even blame him?

Anyway, the two of you were watching a show together on his couch, which slowly evolved into being fully wrapped around each other, then turned into play fighting? Which wasn’t uncommon for him, surprisingly.

It’s hard to tell if it could be classified as “fighting”, though, since it was more of the two of you holding hands and pushing each other away.

Point is, it was just a goofy way of showing affection.

Somehow, Itaru managed to get his flimsy body on top of you, and he lifted your shirt up, blowing the biggest, loudest raspberry on your stomach.

You couldn’t help but laugh despite being so done with how lame and cheesy he is.

Overall, stupid lil guy has stupid way of showing affection.

2. One night, while waiting for him to come home, you found yourself falling asleep in the middle of grinding one of his online games like he asked. Yes, he needed his dailies done, but he also needed to realize that you were infected with tired sleepy.

After about an hour or so of your nap, Itaru finally came home with a sigh, tossing his things to the side before laying his eyes on you. An affectionate smirk played at his lips as he came over to where you were sleeping.

“Guess I shouldn’t have asked you to help me out, my bad. GJ~,” he said softly, lightly patting your head.

Just then, a terrible idea popped into his head. The only question was: could he pull it off?

There was only one way to find out.

So he maneuvered his arms underneath your body, barely managing to hold you up.

And the second he barely lifted you off the couch, his arms gave out on him, dropping you right back onto it, waking you up.

“‘taru, whaddahell…” you mumbled lazily.

“Ah, morning, love,” he replied sweetly, acting as if nothing happened.

“What did you do?”

His face didn’t even falter at that being your default reply.

“I tried to carry you to bed.”

“With your noodle arms?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so lame.” You replied fondly.

3. The two of you game a lot(surprise, surprise), with 2D fighting games usually being the favorite. Or really anything you could label as something that would ruin friendships. Like he’d get rid of you over a game.

On this particular evening, you were playing one of said 2D fighting games, but you just couldn’t win a single match.

This was a common occurrence, but this time, there was a specific technique that he was using with his character that you couldn’t seem to dodge, no matter how hard you tried.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Want me to teach you?”

Without waiting for a reply, he shoved his controller in your hands, placing his over yours to guide your moves.

“So you wanna move the joystick three-quarters to the left, then X-X-B. Nope, too slow, try again. Okay, left, X-X-B. Mm-m. Don’t tell me you’re not paying attention and just like holding hands?”

He caught you red-handed.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he replied smugly with a wink.

You did learn the technique, though. Eventually.

4. After each one of his regional tours with the Spring Troupe, Itaru wants nothing more than to hold up in his room and play games for twelve hours straight.

As if he could have that now that you were here.

The second he opens the door, he’s greeted by you practically tackling him in a hug, causing him to crash and fall to the floor.

“Hey, calm down! I was gone for three days!”

“Haha, you’re so pathetic. Can’t even stand a welcome back hug?”

Oh, two could play at that game.

He pulled your body down to join him on the ground, practically showering you in kisses, to both your embarrassment and delight.

“Alright, fine, I missed you too.” He says with a goofy grin on his face, his tone of voice trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t desperate to give you attention not even two seconds ago.

He’s the worst<3

5. On his days off, Itaru usually wears big, comfy sweatshirts to lounge around in(that you may or may not have stolen one or two of).

An annoying thing he does with them is sneak up behind you and shove you in there with him.

He’ll sneak up behind you, and the next thing you see is a blur of fabric before being held close to someone’s chest.

“Hello~.”

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.”

Fortunately, you weren’t going to any time soon.

Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

“Hello~.”

“Hi??? Can you just come up and talk to me like a normal person?”

“No can do, sorry. Gotta shove you in here with me. Can’t let you go unless you ask for it.” Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to anytime soon.

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Masterlist..

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DMC(Devil May Cry Series)

Dante Sparda As Your Best-friend

Gender Neutral Reader

Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda

Gender Neutral Reader

DC UNIVERSE

Dear Alice Series(Jason Todd)

Masc/Male Reader

Crushing on Starfire

Gender Neutral Reader

X-Men

Being the Sibling of Charles Xavier

Gender Neutral Reader

SpiderVerse Triology

Being in a Relationship With Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider

Gender Neutral Reader

Nana

Being a Member of BLAST!

Masc/Male Reader

Hanging Out With Nana Komatsu

Masc/Male Reader

Quiet Times(Shinichi Okazaki)

Gender Neutral Reader

Hypnosis Microphone

Being Ichiro’s Brother

Masc/Male Reader

Sk8 The Infinity

Being Apart of the Sk8 Crew

Gender Neutral Reader

SVTFOE(Star v. The Forces of Evil)

Being Apart of Tom’s Support System

Gender Neutral Reader

The King of Fighters(KOF)

Having Lunch With Leona Heidern

Gender Neutral Reader

Vice Affection HCs

Fem Reader

Iori as your Housewife

Gender Neutral Reader

Iori Living Headcanons

Fem reader

Blue Exorcist

Twisted Wonderland

Mortal Kombat Saga

Being Mileena’s Girlfriend

Fem/Female Reader

Being Fujin’s Son

Masc/Male Reader

The Maze Runner Triology

Monster High

Mall HCs With Clawdeen

Fem Reader

School Bus Graveyard(SBG)

Teaching Logan the Piano

Gender Neutral Reader

Taylor Dating HCs

Gender Neutral Reader

Tyler Dating HCs

Masc/Male Reader

Cooking With Tyler

Masc/Male Reader

Being Aiden’s Sister

Fem Reader

Being Ashlyn’s Brother

Masc/Male Reader

Logan’s Date Night

Gender Neutral Reader

Convenient Catastrophe(Tyler)

Fem Reader

Thrift Shop(Aiden)

Genders Neutral Reader

Logan Dating HCs

Gender Neutral Reader

Taylor, the driver

Gender Neutral Reader

Memorable Moments(Aiden)

Gender Neutral Reader

Ben Dating HCs

Male Reader

Tekken(mostly gonna be Leo tbh)

Leo Drabble

Gender Neutral Reader

Leo’s Conflicted Confession

Gender Neutral Reader

Leo Dating HCs

Gender Neutral Reader

Leo’s Affection

Gender Neutral Reader

Slumber(Leo)

Gender Neutral Reader

A3!(Act, Addict, Actors)

Lord of Heroes(LOH)

Movies

Gender neutral reader

Skins(UK)

Crushing(Maxxie)

Male Reader

Please Model for Me!(Maxxie)

Male reader

[rebelmeg]

Rebelmeg's TSB Mark VII Masterpost

I GOT MYSELF A BLACKOUT FOR THIS ROUND OF THE @tonystarkbingo!!!

S1 - Would You Rather...? | Gen | Iron Family | fanfic

While Tony recovers, Morgan keeps him entertained.

S2 - Tea and Sympathy and Seeing Too Much | Gen | Peggy Carter & Phil Coulson, referenced Pepperony and Ana/Edwin | fanfic

In which awkward SHIELD agents have tea and deal with seeing too much PDA.

S3 - Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 31: Stunned into Stillness | Gen | Iron Family | fanfic drabble

Tony holds his daughter for the first time.

S4 - Not Yet: Chapter 12 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Harley Keener | fanfic

Taking his arc reactor out is always a bad idea, but Tony doesn't think twice this time.

S5 - Laugh Lines | Gen | Pepperony & Iron Family | fanfic

Pepper has spent years watching the subtle (and sometimes unsubtle) ways Tony's face has changed. This one is probably her favorite.

T1 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 1: Two Drink Limit (Limits Were Made To Be Tested) | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

Tony and Rhodey are having a night out before an important Air Force/Stark Industries presentation in the morning. As it so happens, so are Maria and Carol… Except they know who they're talking to, while the boys have no idea that the ladies they're talking to tonight will be the same ones making their jaws drop tomorrow. Rhodey lays down the law, Tony scoffs at the very idea, Carol is considering hijinks, and Maria is up for the challenge.

T2 - Not Yet: Chapter 14 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

The time Tony didn't die.

T3 - Not Yet: Chapter 8 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

Finding out about the palladium poisoning, and trying to fix it, turns out just as well as you could expect.

T4 - I Want You Back | Gen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper asked for the separation when Tony couldn't let go of Iron Man. Then, when she got what she asked for, she realized just how much she was giving up. And found a way to own up to her own shortcomings, and meet the love of her life halfway.

T5 - On and Off the Record | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper is a broadcast journalist. Tony is a big-time CEO. When their chemistry makes them friends at first sight, it's really only a matter of time until they finally turn into something more.

A1 - Hot and Bothered and Gone on You | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

A few weeks into Pepperony’s new relationship, Pepper’s heat comes early. And they haven’t talked about it yet.

A2 - Gingerbread, Cocoa, and Coffee | Gen | Tony & Bucky | fanfic

Tony tries to pull one over on Bucky, who is (unsurprisingly) not fooled. Also, there's a real big gingerbread house.

A3 - Tony's New Cars | Gen | Pepperony | fanfic

Tony seems to have replaced all his cars. Pepper finds out why.

A4 - Not Yet: Chapter 5 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Rhodey | fanfic

Tony faces a very unhappy new year.

A5 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 2: Darts and Tequila and Pairing Up | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

Rhodey braces himself to make his move, Tony makes his, and last call comes as a surprise to everyone.

R1 - Optically Deficient Is The New Sexy | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Tony ponders the positive effect Pepper's reading glasses have had on his life. In bed.

R2 - Not Yet: Chapter 9 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & his Bots | fanfic

Getting out of his banged up suit after his disastrous birthday party isn't going very well.

R3 - Not Yet: Chapter 1 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Maria Stark | fanfic

Tony's life begins with Death.

R4 - Not Yet: Chapter 7 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death | fanfic

In Afghanistan, Tony visits Death again. And again, and again, and again.

R5 - Not Yet: Chapter 4 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & Rhodey | fanfic

Tony's night in the lab does not go as he planned.

K1 - Bot Shaming - Part 11 | Gen | Tony & Dum-E | social media post

In which Dum-E continues to be a disaster with a fire extinguisher, and Tony continues to be a shocked and appalled Bot Dad.

K2 - Not Yet: Chapter 11 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & JARVIS | fanfic

Tony doesn't like being buried alive, suffocating, and drowning all at once. No, he does not.

K3 - Strictly Ornamental | Gen | Pepperony & Iron Family | fanfic

Tony is doing some last-minute (see also: forgotten) gift-wrapping while Pepper tries to keep their baby out of the Christmas tree.

K4 - Wingmen and Airmen, Flirting and Flying - Chapter 3: I'll See Your Hangover, and Raise You Another | Teen | Carol/Rhodey, Tony/Maria Rambeau | fanfic

The boys are having just as miserable a morning as could be expected after their night out, but when they finally do show up at the demonstration, a couple of familiar faces are there to greet them.

K5 - Primal Satisfaction (of the Clothes-Stealing Variety) | Teen | Pepperony | fanfic

Pepper really understands her husband. Both his possessive caveman side, and his nostalgic pack rat side. Rhodey would really rather not hear about it at all.

ADOPTED PROMPT: abuse - Not Yet: Chapter 2 | Teen | Tony Stark & Death, Tony & the Jarvises | fanfic

An act of neglect sends Tony into Death's arms once again.

ADOPTED PROMPT: Next Generation - It's Good To Be Back | Gen | Peter & the Stark Family | fanfic

After the Snap and everyone comes back, Peter visits Tony in the hospital and meets someone he didn't expect.