#i mean this affectionately! definitely wasn't expecting him to look like this and its honestly hysterical they did

[t0bey]

hunter norton is so funny to look at bc the top half looks like a twunk you'd see on pinterest and then his bottom half has the legs you'd see on a standard helluva boss character. and then theres rocks ig

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can I have a penguin party ask for an S/O that is his sugar baby? What's that dynamic like and what do the penguins expect from them?

"Sugar Baby" Penguin Party Ask

First penguin party ask 🥳 Ohhhhh my god I finally get to write for Burton penguin. He's fun! Gross bird (affectionate).

Tw: sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, NSFW 🔞

Batman 2022

Quintessential sugar daddy relationship. You pretty much just need to hang off his arm when he requests, be available for events, and be down for those calls when he needs to relax.

"Relax" is usually his cock down your throat or you bouncing up and down on his lap. Lots of messing around in public, sometimes stealing your panties- He's downright cheeky when he's in a mood.

He likes your company. Doesn't have a particular dress code other than "shows off your assets." The only thing he tries not to involve you in is direct business.

This isn't because he thinks you're not tough or smart enough for it, but unless you wanted to get serious, he likes keeping your relationship light and fun.

He will buy anything your little heart desires. Clothes, jewelry, textbooks, obscure gacha game shit- you earned it. Expect gifts, especially if you spend most of your "allowance" on what he considers responsible things (higher education, rent, groceries, etc).

To be clear, I don't personally like daddy kink, I do not write for it BUT. He would be the most into being actually called Daddy if that is your cup of tea.

Gotham

Least likely to have a sugar baby, but it could happen with the right person. The right person being someone who can put up with all his neurotic, control-freak bullshit.

His sugar baby can't be stupid. Let's be honest, he wasn't crushing hard on Edward just because he's pretty. What this means is any fake cutesy whiny baby voice for stuff is an instant turn-off. Or playing dumb.

His sugar baby is going to wear what he wants them to wear. In truth, it's actually not that bad- not too exposing or skimpy. Definitely black with accent colors to match him. Probably a collar or choker since you're official.

Oh yeah, you're official. He doesn't do casual well. Very jealous and even if you're not in a true romantic relationship, you probably shouldn't date anyone else just in case.

He has a very base set of rules on how to behave that he expects you to just know. Break rules at your own fucking peril. He gets off on sexual punishments. I'm talking leashes and not being allowed to cum.

Really, if you're sweet, complimentary and genuine with him, he will melt like putty in your hands. He'll get you whatever you want as long as it's within means. Stroke him off while kissing his face and he'd probably kill someone for you.

Burton

You should possibly rethink your life choices on this one. Maybe.

Look, I'm not saying you can't be a sugar baby to him, but just because you CAN. doesn't mean you SHOULD. but hey I'm not your fuckin mother.

Sex on demand, pretty much anywhere. He used to live in a sewer/abandoned zoo, he doesn't have high standards on where it is and is not okay to fuck. And you'll be fucking a lot. He's got a fingering trick to show you...

Don't be shocked that he's not shy having sex in front of others. If anything, it's a turn-on for him to show you off.

He likes skintight clothes that show off every single curve and bump on your body. You got it, you should flaunt it. That or fluffy and soft. Definitely cutesy.

There's times you have to think on your feet around him given his business, but honestly? He kind of likes you playing dumb with big fluttering eyelashes and all you want is him. It makes him feel good.

He kind of just tosses money at you every once in a while, or you can just ask? Like, you can tell him what you're going to spend it on, but honestly, he doesn't care.

You make his day a bit brighter, make him feel handsome, and ignore the way he eats. Its all a good transaction and he figures you've done your part of the deal.

Sometimes... sometimes he wishes it was real.

Arkham

Ice, ice baby- you are going to be high end fashion and dripping in jewelry. Huge fur coat (or faux if you have some kind of thing about that, he says), always warm for the Iceberg Lounge. You LOOK expensive.

Even as a sugar baby, you're representing him, his image. He wants you to look like you've just walked out of one of his prized "collection" tanks. A treasure no one else can have.

You need to be tough to be in his orbit. He's sweet to you, of course, but he will murder and maim in front of you like it's nothing. You can have moments of weakness, but if he thinks you can't stomach it, sorry luv, but you're just not cutting it. A final check and a goodbye.

He's going to judge you if you spend your allowance money on stupid shit. In his mind, it should be useful or going towards things you know he likes (read: lingerie he likes to surprise him.) If it's school in particular, he wants to know your grades.

He's surprisingly the least sexual of the penguins on this list. Part of it is age, part of it is he's busy. You're a status symbol of a family legacy long lost. If he likes you enough, he'd probably consider paying you to have a baby to continue the Cobblepot name.

He'd marry you too, of course. But the way he says it is all very transactional. He doesn't expect you to feel anything for him, so it's better for him to not get too invested emotionally.

It makes it hard to connect with him outside the events he takes you to and the times you are physically pleasing him. If you can, though, you'll find he's very fond and protective...

[coridallasmultipass]

brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

Read More to save ppl's dashboards:

I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

[slttygeto]

aot + the film industry !! (2)

synopsis: after the interview went viral, you and your fellow actor who plays an important role in the show attack on titan were invited to answer some of the most asked questions on the internet.

featuring: eren jaeger

warning: none!

tags: @tired-ass-show-girl

part 1 | part 3

reblogs and replies are appreciated !!

"I hope the questions aren't about how the titans' butts are made," you laughed as you sat down on your stool, waiting for the brown haired guy to sit next to you.

"pretty sure they're actually curious this time," you replied, staring at eren for a few seconds before looking away when he stared back. you didn't want to risk exposing your relationship right now.

"hi buzzfeed this is eren jaeger,"

"and this is (name), and we are here to answer some of your most asked questions woohoo!" you cheered a little as you placed the bowl on your lap, tapping it a little with your rings while eren gave a light chuckle next to you.

"you're too excited, we haven't even started,"

"I'm trying to put everyone in a good mood," you replied cheekily, smiling when the staff seemed to laugh at your words.

"you're a natural at doing that," eren's hand brushed against your bare knee, your body being used to his touch trying to act ticklish just to avoid any rumor spreading about you and him.

it was hard though, you and eren were both very affectionate individuals. you were always cuddling on set when cameras weren't around, stealing kisses in your changing room and leaving in the same car before everyone else to spend more time together.

this interview was definitely going to give you guys away.

"okay jaeger, enough with the sugarcoating," you wanted to say flirting but knew better than doing so. grabbing a random paper, you unfolded it carefully before reading what was written on it out loud.

"i never thought that i would need the scene where (name) kicks eren in the face, seems like levi taught her how to do that. was it easy to round kick him—" you stopped halfway to laugh at eren's face, "round kick him in the face?" you giggled when eren looked at the staff members, feigning being shocked at the way the fan described the scene.

"round kicking him in the face wasn't hard to be honest, his character was being an asshole so i think my character found it very fun to beat some sense into his head," you smiled cheekily at the camera, eren rolling his eyes from next to you before grabbing a question himself and reading it.

"eren, you smirked when (name) kicked you— okay are all of these questions about that scene?" eren sounded so done and you couldn't help but throw your arms around him, almost in a comforting manner which he accepted gladly and leaned his head against yours affectionately, almost purring at being so close to you.

"anyway, when is the wedding?" you pulled away from eren with wide eyes. that's not what you were expecting.

"what does that even mean???"

"it means they want us to end up together," eren's tone was teasing and he winked at you as you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing a question yourself before a blush could start working its way up your face.

"oh this one sounds nice for once, (name) and eren's chemistry is honestly one of a kind, their scenes together seem like they come in naturally and they don't even have that many bloopers together. my question is, how do you adjust so well and overcome that feeling of awkwardness when you have to be so close to each other's faces without bursting in front of the camera?" you hummed, clearly thinking of an answer for the question.

you didn't know what you could come up with in order to push away any ideas that you two are dating which explains why you're very comfortable with skinship on set.

the scene the fan was talking about was one where eren grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, your characters were angry, frustrated and eren's teal eyes glared down at yours with a scowl, his nose brushing against yours that fans could almost feel the sexual tension between you two.

and it wasn't just how close you two were, it's how you held eye contact til the very end, even going as far as almost brushing your lips against his before he was letting go of you and storming away.

that scene had everyone making up ship names for you and him and you couldn't really blame them, watching the scene when the episode finally came out made you realize why they went wild.

"i think the first step is to get into character? I don't know how to explain it in proper words, but you have to live the story. my character was very mad at eren's during that scene and well i wanted to portray that anger, frustration but feelings of wanting to dare him, to make him doubt himself and have him crumble a little—"

"you sound like you hate me," eren commented from next to you, your laugh ringing in his ears like a beautiful melody. he could hear you laugh forever.

"maybe i do, who knows?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him to which he replied with a smirk, leaning back in his chair before giving you that stare.

"oh do you—"

"anyway!"

2022 © all works belong to slttygeto. do not repost my work anywhere else.

[apixrl]

MORNING CUDDLES.

eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 2.8k

note(s): eiji and his partner call each other love 25/8 and no u cannot tell me otherwise >:(

italian translation - translator !!

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Your hand snuck its way out from under the duvet, blindly searching for your phone in order to shut off the nuisance that was your alarm. Once you did, you slowly let your eyes drift open and meet the blank canvas of the ceiling above.

The sun was peeking through the blinds off to the left side, causing streaks of light to form on your bedroom walls and bed itself. None of them obstructed your vision luckily, there was nothing worse than lying in bed only to have the sun blind you. A light snore interrupted your tiredness and caused your eyes to open wider, directing them off to the right to meet that of your boyfriend, Eijirou.

As per usual, he looked at peace during his state of slumber. His mouth hung slightly open to reveal his iconic sharpened teeth as snores broke through them. His usual gelled up hair was now ironed down to structure his face and practically conceal it with the amount there. It swept over one of his eyes - though didn't stop the scar on his right one peeking through. The rest of his hair was mushed up between his cheek and the pillow his head lay on.

You smiled at the sight, losing yourself in his handsomeness for a moment before leaning forwards to peck his forehead softly. You then pulled back the covers on your side, making an effort (reluctantly) to sit yourself up and swing your legs over the end of the bed. Just as you were about to find the means to stand, something tugged you back causing you to gasp. It was only when Eijirou's voice hit your ear that you processed what happened.

"Morning," The redhead let out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual to signal the classic case of morning croak, something you always loved to hear first thing. An arm snaked around your front to pull you back against Eijirou's abdomen. With a little smile, you turned your face to the love of your life, who was tiredly gazing at you.

"Good morning," You faintly sang. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhhm," Eijirou replied, using his spare hand to reach up and rub his waking eyes at the same time as he released a mighty yawn. "You?"

"Like a baby," Was your answer as Eijirou allowed his hand to gently graze your forearm affectionately. You hummed softly, not wanting to move one bit from the comfort. If anything, you would have liked to have remained under his touch the entire day. Something about his subtle physical signs of adoration brought you head over heels for him, even more so than you already were. But you knew it couldn't last forever. So after a minute of sweet quiet, you proceeded to shift forwards to try and get up. Only to find the grip on you tighten and a disgruntled noise of protest to leave Eijirou's throat.

"Love, I gotta get up," You spoke and turned back to him with a sigh. "I've got that meeting at 10, remember?"

"No," Was the only thing you received back from your partner. Eijirou looked up gently into your E/C eyes. "Five more minutes?"

At first, you went to say a flat no, mainly because you'd expected him to act like this despite knowing full well you were going out. But you eventually concluded on a compromise to try and be smart about it. Fingers playing with the sheets of your bed, you spoke up once more.

"How about you let me go grab us a hot drink and then five more minutes?" It seemed to do the trick. Eijirou paused in thought before gently mumbling an 'okay', the grip on you loosening to give you the freedom to stand up. Once you stood upright you looked back to Eijirou, who was following your every move through tired red eyes.

"I'll come back in sec okay?"

"You better,"

This clingy side to Eijirou usually came out on the first day or two of him having time off work. Since he was a Pro-Hero he could sometimes be working days on end without a break, so moments like this the pair of you really treasured to maintain a healthy relationship. You smiled during your trip to the kitchen, his touch still on your mind as you started to prepare yourself a steaming F/H/D and a simple black coffee for Eijirou.

On your way back to the bedroom you made a pit stop to go to the toilet and somewhat freshen yourself up. All you did was brush your hair and wash your face (you planned to do make-up later) and then you were heading back to Eijirou. You opened the door with your foot since both hands were occupied by mugs.

"I told you I wasn't going to be long,"

"It was too long," His voice came from the bundle of covers, a head poking out from under as you saw a flash of a toothy grin. It was more tired than usual but still held the same passion nonetheless.

"Somebody's impatient,"

"Whatever. Now let me use you as a pillow," Eijirou uttered, waiting for you to put the drinks down and to get into bed. Pulling back the cream covers of your shared bed you were soon engulfed by arms as a head found refuge on your chest.

"Happy?" You said with a laugh. Eijirou nodded and let his eyes close, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his cheek with a soft grin. He then felt himself get even more at home when your fingertips guided themselves to play with the ends of his hair.

"Yes,"

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"Come on, Eijirou... I need to go get ready," You whined, rolling your eyes at the silence you received back. Only the soft and light pecks of kisses landing on your shoulder blade signalled Eijirou's distraction, almost pretending to be deaf for his own personal benefit. You rolled back in order to make him stop, looking up at Eijirou in protest. At first, he sent you a nearly offended gaze at daring to make such a movement, claiming he wasn't finished and had intentions of carrying on. Though slowly his jaw altered to a pout, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Do you have to go?" Eijirou mumbled and leaned down to peck your lips.

"Yes, I do," You answered.

"Can't you just call in sick or something?"

"I already did that three weeks ago... so probably not,"

"Please?"

"I said I can't. Now get up, lazy bones,"

You went to get up once more, this time forcing yourself through the gripping fingers and hands of Eijirou to escape the bed. When you came out successful you released a small laugh of triumph much to Eijirou's dismay. It was there you walked to your closet and took the clothes hanging over the door on a clothing hanger, looking back at Eijirou whose face had now emerged further from under the covers to watch you.

"Is it even an important meeting, love?" Eijirou said, eyes following as you shuffled back to the bed and put the clothes at the bottom. You released a sigh as you turned to put the clothing hanger back in the closet, not aware of the cheap move Eijirou made when you weren't looking and instead answered his question.

"Not really? But because I missed the last one - no thanks to you, I think it'd be better I should get to this one," Wandering back to the bed, slipping off the shirt you'd stolen off Eijirou the night before as you did, Eijirou rolled his eyes and undermined your words.

"So... miss this one and go to the next,"

"As I recall you said that last time and promised you wouldn't say it when it occurred again... but here we are," There was a little smirk on your face when you caught him rolling his eyes, and in response, you playfully tossed the shirt you'd had on at the redhead. Eijirou snickered and managed to catch it before it hit his face, going to crumple it into a ball and place it next to him.

"You throw like a girl,"

"And you scream like one, doofus,"

"I'm not a doofus... doofus,"

Eijirou couldn't help but smirk in amusement at you, his face lighting up all the more into a bright beam when he heard a laugh release on your part. You were just finishing buttoning up your collar shirt as Eijirou watched, arms crossing over his chest. He cocked his head back against the headrest as well as to the side in thought.

"I ever tell you that you look good in shirts like that?" The redhead stated, receiving a glare that had formed on your face.

"Don't you get any ideas,"

"Wasn't suggesting any, just stating the obvious," He raised his arms in defence as you sat down on the bed by his legs, reaching for the blazer.

"That's also something you said last time and look what happened there - wait where's my...?" You were one sleeve through your blazer when you noticed that one of your pieces of clothing was missing. The navy blue pencil skirt that matched your top half to be more specific. You looked behind and around you, and also to the closet thinking you forgot to grab it with everything else, proceeding to frown in thought.

You swore you hung it up there and -

With a heavy exhale, you felt your body twist around and turn to a particularly quiet Eijirou sitting behind you.

His expression read it all like he was trying to be both obvious and mysterious all in one go in order to get you to question him. It most definitely worked, a hand meeting your hip as you stood upright and quirked a quizzical brow.

"Eiji?"

"Hm? What is it, dearest?"

"Can I have my skirt back please?"

"What do you mean? I don't have your skirt," His growing smirk and amusement in his eyes betrayed his words, refusing to make eye contact with you in a playful manner you'd seen countless times before.

"Okay, so where is it then?"

"I don't know," He innocently shrugged. "Maybe the skirt fairy came and took it,"

"The skirt fairy," You repeated, disbelief laced in your voice.

"Yep," He said through a laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, love. There can't be any other explanation,"

"Just give me back my skirt before I get behind on time,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes, you do,"

"No, I don't,"

"Don't make me jump you, bitch,"

"I honestly wouldn't com- oof!"

Before Eijirou could finish his sentence, he only just managed to catch you when you pounced at him without remorse. Luckily he just managed to protect himself and readjusted your intended position, victoriously smirking up at you and pointing a finger.

"Hah! Not this time!"

"I hate you sometimes,"

"No, you don't. You love me,"

"I swear to god -," You let out, arms crossing over your chest. Eijirou had sat you on top of him, legs on either side of him as he remained under the covers. "Can I please just have my skirt back?"

"You mean the one that's under the sheets by my feet?" He blankly stated, letting his hands rest themselves on your hips quite comfortably. He couldn't help but laugh at your less than amused expression.

"Why can't you just let me get ready?"

"I'm not stopping you... I'm just making it more difficult,"

"Educate me on how?"

"Well the only way to get your skirt is to get back into bed... and if you get back into bed I'm not letting you get back out,"

"You're really being this persistent, hm?"

"Maybe a little more than intended,"

You hopelessly sighed, looking at the ceiling with a mental cry of both impatience and leisure. The inner want to go to your wardrobe and pull out a fresh skirt was the easy way out, yes, but the temptation of the game Eijirou intended to play was getting to you more than expected. That and you knew he wouldn't let you simply get off him, the grip on your waist not only implying endearing affection.

Eijirou raised his voice, reeling you back to his attention. Despite your annoyance, you did make an effort to admire his features. From his loose hair to his fixed jawline where the tint of a smirk riddled with confidence rested. The pretty glow in his carmine gaze drew you in each time without a fault. He was so undeniably attractive, no doubt about it.

"You know what sounds fun?"

"What?" Partly having a sense of what was to leave his lips.

"If you...," He paused as he subtly cocked his head at you. "Stayed in bed and cuddled with me all morning," Another pause. "Because I haven't seen you in four or five days and I miss you,"

"But we watched a movie and spent some time together last night knowing I was going out today,"

"Yeah but... you're cute on a morning,"

"Opposed to other times when I'm not?" It was Eijirou's turn to send you a little glare in protest before he returned to his pleading nature.

"You're cute all the time,"

Yet another few seconds of quiet.

"Just - stay with me today? And do your meeting-thingy tomorrow?"

"You, Eijirou Kirishima, are going to be the death of me," Leaning down to rest your forehead on Eijirou's shoulder whilst releasing a long groan from the back of your throat. Maybe not so great of an idea since that allowed him to wrap you right into his grasp, you held yourself there briefly as he allowed his fingertips to mess with your hair.

"Probably," Eijirou mumbled softly, tilting his head against yours as he once again let his touch wander. The unexpected cuddle definitely didn't go unnoticed as you pondered in your position, practically ready to fall asleep when Eijirou started to rub up and down your back. Like a moth to a flame, he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing that in the end, he was always going to get his own way. Of course, in other circumstances, he'd usually let you win. But not when it came to morning cuddles.

Definitely not when it came to morning cuddles.

As if waiting for you to talk, Eijirou stared into your strands of H/C hair whilst inhaling the scent of coconut from the shampoo you used the evening prior. He expectantly caressed your hip, his final attempt to win you over confidently coming to a climax at the word that exited your mouth.

"Fine,"

You could practically feel the smirk against the back of your head as Eijirou's touch became all the more prominent and rewarding. He let one of his arms extend out to grab your phone, handing it over to you as you hesitantly sat up with a hotness to your cheeks and found the contact of your workplace.

Eijirou simply watched you the whole time, taking you all in like he was casting gaze upon you for the first time. No matter how many times that happened, he still managed to find you all the more beautiful. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and exhaled merrily as he let your voice sink into his ears, watching the smile on your face grow as you caught him looking.

"Yeah - Again, I'm really sorry I can't make it, Eijirou caught something whilst working and he's bound to the bed cause' of it," You held up crossed fingers in hopes you wouldn't sound like you were lying, glancing at your boyfriend who appeared to chuckle.

And yet again your lie went unnoticed. The call was over in seconds, tossing your phone to the empty side of the bed.

"Why'd you say I was sick?"

"Because if I said it was me they'd probably ask about the last time you forced me to stay off, and how often I'm apparently unwell,"

"Right,"

"But, it looks like you got your way," You said, going to change out the white shirt to put your pyjama shirt back on, placing the work clothes to the bottom of the bed as Eijirou waited patiently.

"Come," Was all he said once you looked back at him, opening his arms for you to sink into. Which you did, reaching that comfortable position within his grasp as though you belonged there. Except this time, Eijirou directed your face towards his, pulling your lips to his in one smooth addicting manner that you felt butterflies in your stomach for.

In the meantime your drinks were disregarded as the clock ticked on, the pair of you forgetting their presence on the bedside table. The steam soon dissipated to nothing the cooler the fluids got.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He could sense the smile that formed on your lips.

"I love you too,"

[joshstambourine]

What Friends Do Pt. 4

Word Count: 2047

Warnings: Cursing, Drug Abuse

Synopsis: Josh and Jake are surprised when an old friend stumbles back into their lives, taking their world by storm with old feelings, new feelings, and problems they never would have expected.

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader x Jake Kiszka

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll @gretavanfleetlove

"Thanks for coming out with us (Y/N), we definitely need to do this again sometime." Josh smiles at her, his hands in his pockets with his book tucked under his arm.

"Yeah we really do." (Y/N) agreed, holding her bag tightly despite it hanging off her shoulder, fingers tapping against the strap of her bag. She tried not to make it obvious, as her leg began rattling itself back and forth--- she was getting noticeably fidgety. 

"Sometime soon maybe?" Josh continued to suggest, "Maybe we could like... I dunno do a chill dinner or something at my place with everyone?" Josh suggests looking at Jake to get some form of confirmation.

Jake nodded a little, eyes lightly glancing to (Y/N)'s leg as it moved. They then jumped up to look at her side profile. 'Why is she shaking so much…?'

"Maybe… uh… what day is it again..." (Y/N) starts as her eyes shut a touch, beginning to rub at the back of her neck. Head leaning from side to side in thought, there was a beat of silence as she thought. “Uh.... Saturday maybe?” She suggests finally, an expression across her face  showed that she… might not have figured out what day it was in the end.

Josh is soon nodding to her, “I can make that work.” He smiles, he didn’t seem bothered by the sudden antsy movements (Y/N) had begun to make, nor the slightly vacant look in her eyes. “Text me?”

(Y/N) nods quickly, “I will!” She hums, “I better get going! I’ll see you guys later?” She continues just as swiftly.

“See you!” Josh cheers, watching as (Y/N) began to walk away from them.

“Yeah see ya…” Jake utters, unlike his twin her movements didn’t sit well with him. Quite the opposite. When (Y/N) was far enough away, Jake turned to Josh with a curious look. “...Did… did she seem off to you?” He asks with a sideways expression. 

Josh’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean by “off”, exactly?”

"I dunno… she just seemed really jittery, all of a sudden." Jake utters, he honestly just curious.

Josh began to start down the sidewalk, it took him a moment, he seemed to be deciding himself if he wanted to branch onto the matter. "She did yeah…" Josh finally responds with a small sigh, it wasn't in a nonchalant way, but Josh’s tone made it clear to Jake that he wasn’t surprised by the thought.

"...should we ask her about it?" Jake slowly inquired, his brow perking up a little.

"No we shouldn't." Josh quickly replies, picking up the pace as his hand searches his pocket for his car keys.

Jake is startled by just how quick and how loudly his twin had responded. "...uh… why not?" Jake soon inquired.

"It's none of our business." Josh says in a serious tone, which was a strange look for him. Not that Josh wasn't capable of being serious, just that he normally didn't show so much fervor in being serious.

Jake's brows furrowed a touch more. "Josh… why can't we ask her about it?" He said in an equally as serious tone.

By this point Josh was reaching to unlock his car, his gaze keeping low.

"She's your friend isn't she? If it's something important shouldn't we talk to her?" Jake continued to press, Josh gritting his teeth a little though he didn't notice.

"There's nothing wrong okay? We don't need to talk to her. She's fine." Josh quickly snapped,

"But--" Jake started,

"It’s none of your business okay Jake? So just--” Josh stopped before shaking his head, his arm now rested along the edge of his slightly opened car door. “I'm not talking about it anymore okay?" Josh finally says. "I'll see you later." He muttered a little under his breath, opening the door wide to slip behind the steering wheel.

Jake’s eyes had narrowed as his twin did this. What was he hiding? More importantly, why was he hiding it? Jake was his twin, and (Y/N) was his friend… so what was the point?

Even after Jake had moved on and left Josh behind, his twin sat in his car without making any movement to start the engine or drive off; he just stared ahead tiredly. Josh had noticed many things about (Y/N) in that brief meal. Some that made him proud… others that made him more upset than he would care to admit.

(Y/N) was her own person. She always had been. A little wild and fun when he had needed it. A little sweet and affectionate when it was important to him. (Y/N) had always been what Josh had needed despite all the bullshit in their lives. Sometimes Josh found himself wishing that he had been more like that for her… maybe she would have kept in touch with him if he had. He was still sour about that. Not that he would ever say anything to her about it, it was her choice to "lose touch" to lose touch after all.

It was becoming all consuming. That one thought; it had been there the whole time just lingering, waiting for it’s chance to spread throughout his waking consciousness. Jake's mentioning it just freed it from its cage. That bag in her purse had clearly dwindled down but the white powder was still seen and could be clearly recalled.

(Y/N) was using again. That was a certainty. The question that Josh kept wondering was; had she ever actually stopped? She… wouldn’t have lied to him about going sober… would she?

Josh slowly came to rest his forehead against the steering wheel, pinching his eyes shut. Those questions were so bitter, absolutely poisonous to his thoughts. Was he just that untrustworthy? Maybe… maybe he had been, at another point in his life. It wasn’t something Josh liked to consider, but perhaps he had lost her trust a long time ago and he had just never noticed.

The feeling of warm sun against his skin lulled him into distant memories, ones that he had tried to feign ignorance to. 

(Y/N)’s silhouette barely able to be made out. Her arms spread wide as she spun in circles. Unbothered by the fact that she was dripping from head to toe in some sort of punch. Her dress stuck to her sides as she moved, tracing every slight twist in her torso. Her laughter was what had always been unnerving to think about. How absent it was.

She was standing dead center in the middle of a party. One of those senior parties that you just couldn’t afford to miss if you were invited to. Josh could remember her hair falling but still sticking to her skin, mascara running in dark smudges across her face. Everyone in the room knew that she wasn’t there. (Y/N) was somewhere entirely else. The way she sang her own song out loud made that abundantly clear.

It was one of the first times Josh had seen her like this; lost in some other place. It wouldn’t be the last. It was the beginning of something… unhealthy.

Josh couldn’t remember what he had said to her exactly at that moment. Was it… something along the lines of “Are you stupid?” or “You’re so embarrassing!”, he couldn’t be sure. What Josh did know was that his hands were clenched on her arms tightly not long after that moment. Her eyes reflected the lights floating around the party, and something else… something deeper. (Y/N) was terrified.

Despite how far away she was on everything else… she had been with him for that moment. That moment Josh had shown more anger than he had intended. The fear would only be there for a moment, as recognition came in to replace it.

She squirmed in his grip, “L-let go of me!” She exclaimed, finally able to shake his hands off her person.  “I’m fine.” She said in a roar, despite the fact she had stumbled and now was leaning a little to her side. 

Her hands rubbing at the spots he had once held in a fanatical way. “I’m more than fine!” She continued, “This is the first time in my… in my whole life I’ve felt… free.” (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes narrowing at him. “I know you don’t want me to be. But I do!” She sneered.

Josh always remembered her saying that; he didn’t really understand what she had meant until later on when he looked back. (Y/N) had liked him for a lot of their youth… and perhaps the way he had treated her --- always taking and never really giving back,  made her feel… suffocated or trapped? That wasn’t all of it… but he knew that certainly was a part of it.

Her arms had soon lifted not long after, “Can you not let me feel free for a little while?” She asked, gesturing out words to the room full of other classmates and other kids that attended the schools in the area. Not many had paid attention; it wasn’t the first time someone's girlfriend had a bad trip or was drunk at one of these parties, they were good at tuning it out. Teenagers tend to be good at that; being very selective in things they wanted to give their concern to.

He knew that she had lost trust in him at that moment, but what he did next only added to it. 

Seeing the few lingering looks of concern from people he knew, he felt his cheeks get red with embarrassment. He began to shake his head, “Fine… fine, you’re not my problem anyways.” Josh began to say, pursing his lips a little in annoyance at her behavior. “Be free.” He tells her, stepping back and turning on his heels.

Josh had left her alone at that party. He went off to hang out with another girl, and really didn’t think any more of that moment. He had woken up hungover and just unwilling to budge on his anger towards her for being so embarrassing.

Josh still strongly thought that maybe if he had done something more, even just… took her home? If her trust in him would have healed a little. After that point (Y/N) had become much more secretive, she wouldn’t talk to him about personal things any more like they used to. She wouldn’t tell him who she was hanging around with. Josh had… accepted it. It wasn’t like (Y/N) was his girlfriend, nor was she his property. He didn’t need to know those things, but… it was just a full 180 from where they had been before as friends.

Josh took a long breath. Lifting his head from the steering wheel slowly and glancing out the window to his side. Was Jake right? Should he ask her about it? His hand went to his pocket, tugging free his phone to look at it for a moment.

Eventually though, he tossed it to his side. ‘She wouldn’t tell me even if I did say something…’

(Y/N) sat alone on the floor in her apartment, it was so dreadfully quiet in there. Painfully quiet. The sound of the silence rang around in her ears, making her head spin. Head hitting the wall with a thud. "Fuck…" she let out in a small whine, fingers lacing into her hair.

"Oh… fu-fuck…" she continued choking a little as she shuffled quickly to throw her head out over the open toilet. Her body was revolting; it wanted to rid itself of everything it had been carrying in her stomach till this moment… and it did. 

As her body began to scramble to get itself back together, a pause came. All that she could think was, 'What a waste of a good lunch.'

Her hands came to rub at her eyes tiredly. She was so goddamn tired… but, she was in so much pain. This was the process. Every time she had ‘stumbled’ back into it again, she always promised herself it would be the last time. She would try to push through withdrawals… only to use again immediately after. 

(Y/N) would never accept the truth.

She was an addict.

//I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote for this series! I both missed it and was.... scared of it...?? Don’t get me wrong! I love this series. I think I just have a high set of expectations for myself as I continue to write it --- despite the fact that I started writing it as like just a fun side thing in my time. This chapter especially was giving me a very hard time. Always making me feel like I was stuck in a writers block situation. Think I was just wanting to write it... properly. It felt like an important chapter and I really didn’t want to fuck it up. But anyways, that’s part four guys. Let me know what y’all think!//

[sparkly-despair-imagines]

oh! oh! could i ask for an imagine of the v3 boys thinking that their s/o was cheating on them (and being really torn up about it), but then they find out that it wasn't real or that they read too much into something? thanks, and good luck with the blog!

Cheating?

Here it is! Super sorry for the wait, it’s just that I was very inspired.

I absolutely loved writing this, thank you so much! I’m sorry it’s so long I have no self control :c

Mod Dia

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi liked to believe he didn’t have to worry about that kind of thing because he wants to trust his partner, but he couldn’t help being suspicious.

You started focusing a lot more on your appearance, went out much frequently than you used to without any given explanation and seemed unreachable.

He tried to voice his concerns about it once but you just shook it off, doubling his worries.

As a detective, a big part of the cases he dealt with were of infidelity between spouses so he knew your recent behavior might be an indicator of you having an affair. He felt ashamed of having to think about his s/o like that so he decided to confront you definitively as soon as possible.

“S/o, do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?” You asked seating next to him. He served you tea and seemed nervous, you could tell immediately it was a serious matter.

“I noticed you began worrying a lot about how you look recently.” He said. “You are going out almost every day and acting distant towards me.“

He couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes as he said the following, proceeding to look at his teacup and rubbing its handle instead:

“Please tell me the truth.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to accuse you of anything, but… Are you cheating on me?”

“…What?”

You were unsure of what he was talking about, but then it hit you and you started laughing.

“Of course not!” You said trying to recompose yourself. “I just… I feel like I’ve gotten too comfortable since we started dating. I want to look my best for you so I’ve started working out and caring a bit more about how I look.”

He looked at you and released a sigh of relief before quickly diverting his gaze, unable to sustain eye contact with you. “…I’m so sorry.”

He felt terrible, of course you wouldn’t do something like that, not to him… You love him way too much.

He feels like he doesn’t deserve you.

Expect lots of apologies from him and him being kind of awkward for some time.

He’ll tell you that you’re gorgeous and don’t need to change anything and he’ll be more affectionate once he forgives himself. Let’s be honest, he’ll stay angry at himself a lot longer than you.

Kaito Momota

You seemed to be around less than usual and hung out frequently with his best friend, much to Kaito’s dismay.

You were happy so he didn’t say anything. Obviously, he liked that you got along with his sidekick, but his intuition told him something was off, as you were hanging out a lot without him.

He didn’t want to doubt either of you, he trusted you and Shuichi so much but…

Progressively, he was getting less and less attention to the point it were fewer the times you were together than the ones you were out.

He decided to ask you to stay at his house one night and he was overjoyed when you accepted.

After having dinner, you two were on his bedroom watching a movie, his arm around you and your head resting on his shoulder, proximity he had longed for.

Your phone, which was on the bedside table next to him, vibrated indicating that you got a new message. He instinctively reached out to give it to you but you yanked it out of his hand before he could see who was texting you.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You quickly apologized realizing what you had done.

“… S/O, I think we have to talk.” Kaito sounded hurt. “You barely go out with me anymore.”

“Uh?” This took you off guard.

“I would appreciate it if you’d just be honest with me.” He added. “Do you even love me anymore?”

“What? Of course I do!” You said. “I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

“You’re always with my friends, even when I’m not there. Especially Shuichi…” He rubbed his neck in frustration. “If you’re hiding anything it would be better to just tell me.”

“You…” You bit your lip. “You found out?”

“Are you fucking serious, S/O?” His eyes widened. “After all this time we’ve been together… and with my best friend?”

“Wait, what? What the heck are you talking about?” You said. “I was just asking if you had found out about the surprise party we were planning for you.”

“…Uh?” God, he was so confused.

“Wait, you thought I was cheating on you with Shuichi?”

“No.. I-”

“You totally did, didn’t you? Don’t worry, you’re still my one and only!” You laughed.

He would quietly apologize and hug you for a bit, telling you he shouldn’t have doubted you.

You just smiled at the sight of this cute blushing mess and kissed his cheek, reassuring him that you weren’t mad and that it’s natural to think like that sometimes…

Please don’t talk about this in front of Saihara or anyone for that matter, he’ll feel awful :(

Ryoma Hoshi

Honestly, he wasn’t surprised.

He knew you couldn’t be serious about your relationship. Someone like you couldn’t ever be happy with a murderer, right?

There was suddenly less money on your bank account and you never seemed to be home recently.

He took it has a sign of you not wanting him anymore and didn’t feel the need to bring it up, he just assumed you were with someone else.

All that was left now was waiting for the moment when you would break up with him, and so he did.

He waited for you to tell him you liked another person, for you to tell him how worthless he was to you, but that moment never came.

The times you did come home you hugged him so tightly and whispered him sweet words of love, offering him comfort and affection in your arms.

He couldn’t bring himself not to love you, he adores you… You give him hope.

He decided to believe in you. Even if it seemed unlikely, he hoped for a chance you were still his and that you still loved him.

So he confronted you about it.

“My dad has been very sick, Ryoma.” You explained. “The hospital fees are expensive so I had to lend some money; I couldn’t let my poor mother pay for it all alone. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything before, I just couldn’t find the timing.”

“…I’m sorry I doubted you, kiddo.” He patted your back. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t see it because I was so focused on myself. I really am the worst, uh?”

“That’s not true at all.” You said. “It’s my fault for not telling you.”

You told him that you were never so sure you loved anyone more than him and for him not to doubt that. He let out a small chuckle and held you close, calling you naïve.

The next day you went together to visit your father.

On your right hand you held a bouquet you would give to your dad, and on your left you held Ryoma’s hand, reassuring him that you would always be together.

Rantaro Amami

It was summer break so Rantaro assumed he would get to spend many time with you.

Having not seen you for some weeks, when you finally came to visit him he was really happy!

He received you warmly and served you a drink while you two talked.

“I’ve missed you so much!” You said making circles on the back of his hand with your finger. “I’m sorry for being away for so long.”

“It’s alright.” He took another sip of his tea. “You could have called me at least once though.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” You started fidgeting with your hands nervously. “But now I’m here, and I miss being intimate with you…”

This took him by surprise. You weren’t usually this forward but he isn’t complaining now, is he?

“Let’s see what we can do about that…” He smirked.

(…)

“S/o, how do you feel?”

He sat next to you on his bed and kissed your forehead.

“Great.” You smiled. “God, you’re so damn amazing. I love you, you know?”

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled. “You were quite loud about it some minutes ago.”

“You little…” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“I’m going to make you something to eat, stay here.” He said getting up and patting your head.

“No don’t go-”

You had accidentally called him the name of another guy. Rantaro was shocked.

“What did you just say?” He turned to look at you again.

“Uh, I’m sorry Taro I just mixed up the names.”

After being on his own for several weeks he couldn’t help but wonder what you had been doing while he wasn’t there.

You had been so distant and now suddenly you wanted him. But you had called him another man’s name…

“S/o,” He took a deep breath. “Have you been cheating on me?”

Straight to the point, as usual.

He would normally prefer to go to another room and chill out before talking to you but this wasn’t exactly one of those situations where that was an option.

“What? No. No, of course not!”

“Why did you call me by another name then?” You could see it was really bothering him. “You’ve been away for so long and then you come home for this?”

“Listen…” You sighed. “I mistakenly called you by my brother’s name, I’m sorry ok?”

“Why you would mistake me for your brother I have yet to understand.”

“My brother came to visit so that’s why I have been a little distant.” You explained.

“You’re always so cool and paternal… You can’t really blame me for my mistake, can you?”

Do you know who just went from mad to puffed-up? Rantaro, Rantaro did.

He admitted to messing up and then laid down again, resting his head on your chest.

You ran your hand over his hair, in a gentle caress. “Ugh, you’re too heavy!”

He laughed. “I’m sorry for what I did, that was really stupid of me.”

“I know you only did it because you care.” You said. “And it’s kinda my fault too, so there’s that.”

“That’s true.”

“Well, thank you.”

“The first part, dummy. I love you.”

Gonta Gokuhara

He trusts you. 100%. Not even a single shred of doubt.

So when you started hanging out with some new people he thought nothing of it. S/o made some new friends? Cool!

His own friends were the ones that made him hesitant. They told him his partner was being a little too friendly with the new friends. But aren’t you supposed to be friendly with friends?

At first he was confused. Then he was sad. And then dubious.

If everyone told him you were hanging out a lot with those new people and that he should be suspicious, he couldn’t help but to be skeptic.

He decided to ask you about it as soon as possible, he didn’t want to doubt you any longer!

You two sat down at the sofa and you asked him what he wanted to talk about.

“S/o loves Gonta, right?”

“Of course I do.” You said.

“Gonta’s friends told Gonta s/o might be…” He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “Mating with other people.”

“What? Where did that come from?” You didn’t know whether to laugh or be mad. “I couldn’t do that! You’re my partner, right?”

“Gonta knew s/o wouldn’t do that!” He crushed you with a bear hug.

Well, that was rather easy.

Kokichi Ouma

After passing on two dates with him saying you were too busy you finally agreed to go out with him.

Kokichi tried his best to keep the conversation going but you seemed to be more interested in your phone than in him.

Your eyes lit up every time you received a message and you would quickly type your reply with a smile.

He had already finished his food and was waiting for you, but you hardly looked away from your device. He was starting to get bored so he decided to mess with you.

“So, s/o I was thinking I should shave my head.” He said.

“Huhum, ok.”

“You’ll do it with me, right?”

“Yeah, whatever you want darling.” Ouma sustained his laugh as you continued typing.

“What about getting a matching tattoo on the butt?”

“That sounds awesome.”

“Are you even listening to me?” He pouted. “I thought we were on a date.”

You put your phone away. “I’m sorry, Kokichi. I really haven’t paid much attention to you recently, have I?”

“Oh, don’t you say.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go home! I’m boreeeed.”

“I still haven’t finished my meal.”

“Too bad.” He got up and started dragging you to the exit. “Maybe you shouldn’t have been on your phone.”

When you got home you decided to take a shower to avoid your bratty boyfriend’s calls for attention for a bit.

As you were waiting for the bathtub to fill, the door of the bathroom suddenly burst open.

“Oh, I found s/o.” Kokichi said seemingly unfazed by the fact that your only garment at the moment consisted on a pink towel.

“W-what are you doing here?!” You said throwing the nearest thing in-reach at him, which turned out to be a shampoo bottle.

“Ouch.” He furrowed his brows. “I came to pee, what the hell did you think?”

You two started arguing, first it was because he didn’t know how to knock but quickly things took a rather serious turn.

“You’re avoiding me like I have the plague!” He yelled. “You’re always on your phone looking so happy and when you’re with me you don’t even pay me any attention. I want to be with you but you obviously don’t.”

“Look, can we please discuss this some other time?” You closed the tap. “I just want to take a bath right now.”

“No need, I’m almost done.” He said. “And what are you even pampering yourself for? Are you gonna meet up with some new boyfriend and leave me alone again?”

“What the fuck?” You started tearing up. “Do you even know how much I love you?”

He immediately regretted what he said.

Kokichi stepped closer to you and wiped your tears with his thumb.

“I may not have been the best partner… and given you less affection than you deserve,” You muttered. “But I would never do that to you.”

“… I’m sorry.” He said.

Both of you stayed quiet for a while until you felt his hand reach out to yours. “It’s my fault.” He said rubbing the back of your hand.

“I always end up saying bad stuff to people that don’t deserve it.”A single tear threatened to fall from his eye but was quickly wiped away and replaced with a sad smile. “That’s why I was sure you would dump me.”

It was unusual for him to expose his feelings so openly to anyone. He felt vulnerable but also happy that he was able to do it with you.

You ended up bathing together and comforting each other after that.

He washed your hair and you just hugged him close for a bit reminding him that he’s very important to you.

Your relationship wasn’t very affected by this incident, if anything it just got you closer.

Korekiyo Shinguji

For the past two weeks you had consistently arrived at home later than usual.

Korekiyo was starting to get a bit annoyed. He would comprehend it if you told him exactly what was making you stay out until so late, but you always made something up in the spot and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

This time, Kiyo had already made dinner when you finally appeared.

“May I know what caused your delay this time, my love?” He asked.

“Something just came up and I had to stay at school for a bit more.” You said playing with the food on your plate.

“Alright then…” He didn’t seem convinced but didn’t insist more.

When you were finished you went to your room to watch TV while Kiyo sat at his desk table, writing about his latest trip and the different cultures he got to contact with.

After some time, you got bored so you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him from behind.

“Come play with me Kiyo…”

“…S/o.” He chuckled.

You got closer to give him a kiss but before you had the opportunity he stopped you and said: “Why do you smell like men’s cologne, darling?”

He closed his hand around your wrist and pulled you to him before you had time to react.

“Is this…” He picked a section of your hair and analyzed its scent. “… Amami’s perfume?”

“W-what? Of course not.”

He looked at you dead in the eye sending chills through your body.

“Well… yeah.” You knew it would be stupid to try to fool him. Rantaro was one of his best friends at school, of course he would know. “I-I can explain though.”

“Why, I’d love to hear it.” He seemed mad. Korekiyo is usually so enigmatic and from the little bits of skin he does show you can never quite tell what he’s thinking, but that wasn’t the case now. If looks could kill…

“I started to go with Amami-kun to the school library after class.” You said. “I’m not doing well at school recently…”

Your boyfriend stayed quiet during your explanation, hearing what you had to say without interrupting you.

“He offered to help me study because he saw that I was having difficulties. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, it’s just… I didn’t want you to think I’m dumb.” You continued. “The reason I smell like him it’s just because he hugged me goodbye. That’s all…”

His expression softened.

“I offer you my apologies, S/O.” He calmly said. “Please do know that the next time you need help you can ask me, if you’d like.”

You were happy he heard and comprehended your explanation and he was glad his beautiful s/o still loved him.

You two shared a long embrace and he reminded himself not to jump to any conclusions before hearing what you had to say.

K1-B0

When he had his suspicions he decided to confront you right away!

It was more important voicing his concerns immediately than being torn up about it and doing nothing.

That doesn’t mean he wasn’t sad or nervous though.

He wanted to take you to a place you could feel relaxed in and not be interrupted so he decided to take you out for ice cream.

He waited for you to finish eating and then said: “S/o, I’m afraid you might have not been honest with me.”

“What exactly are you talking about, Keebo?”

“I noticed sudden changes on your behavior and close proximity with this one person.” He said. “I’m concerned you might have been unfaithful to me.”

“I don’t want this to be true however, so please prove me wrong.” He continued.

“Oh, so that’s what you wanted to talk about.” You said. “You have nothing to worry about, that person is my best friend’s boyfriend, I can guarantee you I have zero interest in him.”

“Is that so?” He seemed suspicious still. It was kind of cute seeing him jealous.

“How could I ever trade you for another person, you’re my sweet adorable boyfriend!” You got up and sat on his lap, flooding his face with soft kisses.

“S/o, please stop!” He was so flustered, poor boy. “People are watching!”

You teased him a bit more, giggling, but then apologized.

After some time you decided it was best to leave the ice cream parlor as Keebo was getting shy about the stares people were giving you.

He didn’t doubt you any longer, which was good. But now he was also mad at you for a different reason, oopsie.

Well, you’re certain he can’t stay mad at you for long so you’re not terribly bothered.

You also make sure to tell this story to your friends just to see his reaction again.