#i really tried nonnie

[azulock]

I will raise you, poly!Nagireo where neither is used to sharing (Reo having always been given what he wanted all for himself due to being an only child and Nagi having been alone and all) and they stumble a little, trying to figure it out, until finally they get the hang of it, Nagi being chill as a counterpart to Reo's being passionate and fiery.

Anon, this is the polycule from hell, you are aware right? But lets go, I'm the world's most honest genie and your wish is my command

Reo x reader x Nagi polycule

⊙ Taking "why not both?" literally is def not as easy as it may seem. Esp when the both in case are those two idiots. Neither are very domesticated when it comes to relationships, they do really need to be broken in

⊙ Reo stands on the more anxious attachment extreme of this line, terrified of not being choose to an obsessive degree, it's easy to see him getting jealous, he can't really hide it

⊙ Nagi lives on the opposite extreme, being the more detached, distant type. He is just as annoyed at the chance of not being choose, but less so out of some deep fear and anxiety

⊙ Jealousy is a big hurdle in the relationship for both sides, but it's even worse because both of those guys display it differently and need different approaches

⊙Reo is clear as day about being jealous, he will try to hide it but he really can't. The signs are all there, and at the least bit of pressing he will straight up say what he feels. It makes it easier to deal with him, and all that anxiety ends up making him more on board to finding a solution. It takes a lot of reassurance and gentle words, but he probably comes around it before Nagi does.

⊙ Nagi is not at all good with feelings, and his reaction to getting jealous is to withdraw, get distant and pretend nothing is bothering him at the same time. It takes time, a firm hand - maybe even some rough words - and a shit load of patience but eventually you get him to admit what he feels, and only after some more hard world do you get him to accept it at the end. It's a lot but it works out, so it was worth it.

⊙ Honestly, in this relationship it's easier to do thing with the both of them or to do it alone, because if you choose just one, the other will most likely get upset, at least in the beginning

⊙ At those earlier stages if you leave to do something with Reo when Nagi just wants to stay home, Nagi gets upset. But if you stay home when Reo wants to go out, then Reo gets upset, it's very much a balancing act

⊙ This uncomfortable situation goes on for a little, even breaking into a few arguments, which brings everyone back to stage one again. After a while tho it settles down, and they start to adjust to the situation

⊙ Usually Reo is the one remembering important dates, proposing to go out and do something, getting excited to plan vacations together and stuff, while Nagi is the person for when you want to just stay home, order some food and play videogames. And once they settle down they start accepting that you can choose one or the other and yall don't need to be doing things all three together at all times

[coff-in]

imagine Andy with uncomfortably, unreasonably big and needy endowments between his legs that puts out more fluid than he takes in

imagine him feeling like he's being driven insane by his hormones, like he's having an endless supply of pure unadulterated lust being pumped into his brain from his overactive nuts every single day, just in time for his sister to start clamoring for his attention

his mom and sister can't help but assume the bulge in his pants is a raging boner when he's actually flaccid, and whenever he's actually hard he has to struggle to keep it hidden and almost always has to plaster the nearest toilet bowl a new shade of white to calm himself

imagine Ashley eventually realizing she can instantly tell when she's turned him on because of the near-instant outline forming in his pants, followed by him desperately trying to find a release that won't be anywhere near his little sister, where he can hide the sheer mess he'll make thinking about her, again and again with each refractory period seeming a little shorter than the last

imagine Nina surviving well into high school only to be rendered comatose from asphyxiation because Andy got too pent up and couldn't stop taking out his frustrations on her throat until he'd drowned her twice over (maybe Ashley arranged it all from the start, teasing and teasing him for days before telling Nina what to do)

imagine Andy in the quarantine, realizing he's all alone with Ashley, and he's only going to get more desperate to get himself off with each passing day, and Ashley's going to be around the whole time to witness it, and he might be too completely overwhelmed by lust to even consider saying no if (when) she propositions him, and she knows and he knows she knows and he knows she knows he knows

if you were stuck with them, if you were really someone he felt he had to trust, you'd notice. he couldn't keep it together forever, not with you being so obliviously close and cute and Ashley constantly using any trick she can to see when he'll get hard. he could've if it was just one of you but it's not. you notice increasingly large stores of excessively used tissues and napkins, a strange smell every time you go into the bathroom after him, how he always tries to face his lower body away to hide it, and one day he has to come clean and tell you about it, maybe even ask for some privacy and go in, then out of the bathroom with a whole fucking glass of a sticky white water, filled to the brim (exactly what it looks and smells like, he says), pumped out fresh on the spot. and he swears to you, half proud and half disgusted with himself, that he could do it again, right there and then. he'd want to know if you'd ever tell anyone else. he'd want to know what you thought.

and by that point, maybe the lust, the constant denial, the sheer fucking anger with his own body and how much everything is taunting him is so much, that if you were to say "no, that cant be real", to leave him out of disgust, to just complain about how gross it is? he'd be so furious. so you can only see him as a gross sex-obsessed pervert because his dick matters so much more to you than the rest of him? fine. fine! you're just a pest like Ashley and a thoughtless whore like his mom, you're just as flighty and heartless and worthless as Leyley said (and he feared) you were. so guess what? you're not going anywhere. you're going to give him the relief and understanding of him that he needs every single day. you're a cumdumpster now, and he's never going to let you go, because if you can't appreciate his affection or friendship now, he may as well make you appreciate his body. he's going to show you just how much he can provide to you, even if he's going to have to drown you in it.

imagine Andy being completely dominated by his own lust until he has to dominate you in turn

thank you ♡

[madame-fear]

NO GHOST LUKE!!!! 😫😡

Such a wasted opportunity! I’m so sad Amira!! 😭😩

*despairs*

NONNIE MY LOVE!! LET US BOTH CRY TOGETHER IN OUR CRYING CORNER 😭😭 I AWAITED TWO FUCKING YEARS FOR THIS, AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT FOR TWO MORE?!

We have been stolen away from our darling Ghost Luke. We held to our delulu hopes to, unfortunately, no avail... ONLY TO HAVE A FINAL EPISODE THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE CONSIDERED A SEASON FINALE AND LITERALLY NOTHING HAPPENED?! They had the PERFECT scenes served there for our sweet hallucination boy to show up— but no. 😭😭😭

This is going to be me with HBO, nonnie. YOU AND I ARE GOING TO CRY TOGETHER NOW. ON OUR CRYING CORNER. WE SHALL CRY AND DESPAIR IN HOPES OF SEEING GHOST LUKE IN FUCKING S3 😭😭

[thesilliestofgals]

Just watched the trailer for the new Puella Magi Madoka Magica movie and all I can say is ayo what the fUCK-

[mirrortouchedsea]

Madaleo 20? Love your work!

ask game

…on a scar.

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The wound on his hand was healing well, scar tissue knitting his palm together. Despite all of the jobs he had taken recently, Madara had only sustained minor injuries. At least, minor injuries that drew blood. His body was sore all over but he had to push through it. Couldn't have all of ES gossiping about him like that if he could help it.

Madara runs his hand under some water in the communal kitchen sink. If anyone asked, he could say a knife slipped while cooking or something. Not entirely believable for him but better than the alternative.

He hears a familiar voice humming down the hall, lighter than air as a melody is born in the moment to his favorite musical genius. Madara smiles and turns off the water, running to catch Leo in a hug before the other boy could surprise him.

"Mikejimama! I'm back in Japan!" Leo hugs him back enthusiastically. It had been a few months since the two had seen each other, what with Madara's odd jobs and Leo living in Italy with Izumi most of the year.

"Leo-san!" Madara doesn't have the words to tell Leo how happy he is to see his boyfriend.

They pull away, Leo's eyes shining as he starts telling Madara about his life in Italy, the types of people he works with and all of the food (he insists that Madara should come with them next time so they can try out these cafes near their apartment together). Madara nods along, soaking in all of Leo's voice for safe keeping.

At some point, Madara finds himself bringing up a hand to brush aside Leo's hair from his face and Leo's eyes seem to trace the movement. His face falls and Madara realizes its the hand with the fresh scar.

"You're taking care of yourself right, Mama?" Leo brings his own hand up to Madara's, thumb tracing over the scar.

"Of course, Leo-san. I just cut myself while cooking last week. Don't worry about it." The lie slips from him easily, but neither of them buy it. Leo doesn't push, he never does (but maybe he should, someday, when they're safe and thousands of miles from here. Madara wants him to push for truth), but he brings Madara's palm to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss, and another and another, until Madara is laughing and Leo follows suit.

Madara pulls Leo in for a gentle kiss on the lips, still laughing, still smiling.

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

hi minnie! i'm sorry if this is annoying but, i need an essentials playlist of arctic monkeys. i want to know more songs that go just as hard or even harder than 'i wanna be yours' or 'do i wanna know?' i hate knowing only hits with artists that i know are so talented and more

hi lovely!! that's not annoying at all, i'm just glad to hear that you like arctic monkeys so much and want to get better acquainted with their music!! and i'm happy to help, although of course music taste is pretty subjective, and everyone has their own preferences and favourites in the end. but personally, i think a good place to start would be right at the beginning, because i think it's hard if not impossible to understand this band without being familiar with their first album, whatever people say i am, that's what i'm not.

actually, maybe just do it all chronologically, because these boys changed their sound pretty drastically on each album after favourite worst nightmare, so imo, it's good to be able to follow their progression across their sever albums. so why don't i just give you my top 3 (of songs i think would be good to listen to for someone still getting familiar with their music, if not always my personal faves) of each album, and then some unmissable b-sides as well? hopefully that'll be able to get you started, but if you want some more ideas/opinions, please don't hesitate to let me know!

happy listening! 🥰

Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not:

A Certain Romance

When The Sun Goes Down

Mardy Bum

Favourite Worst Nightmare

Teddy Picker

Do Me a Favour

505

Humbug:

Crying Lightning

Cornerstone

The Jeweller's Hands

Suck It and See:

Love Is a Laserquest

Suck It and See

Fireside

AM:

RU Mine?

Do I Wanna Know?

No. 1 Party Anthem

Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino:

Star Treatment

Batphone

The Ultracheese

The Car:

Body Paint

There'd Better Be a Mirrorball

Big Ideas

B-Sides:

Too Much To Ask

Leave Before the Lights Come On

Catapult

The Afternoon's Hat

Electricity

Little Illusion Machine

and once you're ready, don't forget to check out the last shadow puppets' & miles kane's music, and alex's submarine soundtrack too!

[baeshijima]

hey sophie, if you don't mind, could i ask for tips to increase interactions with followers

like, i have this relatively small writing blog for genshin and have a fair number of followers, but no interactions aside from likes... so well, do you have any tips for me?

hi nonnie !! in all honesty, i feel like this topic is a little hard/subjective to give tips for? bc while i could just say, "oh, be open and friendly to seem inviting! reblog ask games or ask for brainrots/ideas!", it doesnt always work out that way.

i'm not saying that this doesn't work, bc sometimes just the switch up of asking ur followers questions abt what they think/ideas they want to brainrot about actually does the trick !! but it also is heavily dependent on whether they want to take the first initiative to interact. the lack of interaction is (unfortunately) a pretty common thing even across blogs with big(ger) followings, but it's mostly due to ppl being busy with their lives outside of tumblr unlike in covid.

bottom line tho, i think consistency is a massive thing. like, if ppl see u on dash with ideas, brainrots, questions, etc., then they tend to feel more... inclined?? ig?? to interact bc they know ur there and active. again, it's a little hard to try and break this down into tips since it relies on so many outside factors (mainly willingness of ur followers), but i think that if u show ur openness to ideas then that can increase ur chances for follower engagement !!

[6okuto]

hi nia, i hope u r doing good! i just wanted to drop by and lyk that to me u r The Keiji Expert, like u know him so well!!! and have such a good grasp on his character and everything i love it !!!!!!

pls drop any and all of ur thoughts for him, i live for them

GUH?! guys every time i write him i'm like wowww... this is kind of ass.. LOL it's the same thing w aki.. don't trust myself... agh. anyway. THANK U VERY MUCH!!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️ this + bkak + being nice silly and fun are all i need to be known for so i've basically succeeded in Tumblr atp. yeagh. AKAASHI!

when it comes to merch and decor,, he's more likely to focus on walls + figures.. he doesn't know where to put a bunch of plushies BSHSJDJS i don't think he'd get Big figures, except maybe a couple for his absolute favourites.. twas an investment. that shit is expensive. < girl who wanted this aki figure ☹️

^ picture of u on the wall that's always visible while he works. Always.

even if his background isn't a photo of you guys, he'd do photo widgets on his phone !! ^____^

i don't think he does anything with phone contacts... it's just their name and a lot of the time he doesn't put an icon or anything 😭 he'd add a heart emoji next to ur name and of course have a photo for u though!! 🥹

his bag has a dedicated sort of trash pocket that's just a mess a lot of the time BSHSJDJ he throws sticky notes, wrappers, etc. in there if there isn't a garbage can nearby 😭

Cosplayer Keiji 🤯🤯 GELLOOO my god. he could be hirotaka just by putting on a suit tbh. and then i'd explode obviously. but like... cosplayer keiji.... if anypony has ideas for who/what he could cosplay Pls let me know. HAAGHHHH

couple cosplays 😂🤣😂🤣😵 MY LEG. i just keeled over HOWL AND SOPHIE mmmgmynhgsieonHAJAOAN🤯🤯🤯

whatveer. idont even care

tucking him in 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you do it as a joke but of course he goes with it and lets you wrap him up and take off his glasses and kiss his head and he's smiling the Entire Time ohlymgocxnomymekdjn

going with jokes. yeah. he just goes with your shit a lot of the time because he trusts you LOL. you try couple trends and pranks and he gives you suspicious looks but does what you ask anyway.

^ the lipstick trend ☹️☹️☹️ WHYYY MYGODD WHYYY . YOU. 🫵🫵 Reader. take a breath and imagine him with a baggy t-shirt and messy hair and glasses and lipstick stains all over him and his hands on your waist while you kiss him and him going "another one?" with a breathy laugh WJYYY MY MISERABELLFIEEJEID😭😭😭😭😭

hhahh... Haggghhhhhh......... my chest iscaving ijn

Ok. you know the "his gaze softened" thing. yeah. well. for keiji it's not like. mean cold broody guy who gets soft. it's the quiet but nice guy who evidently feels out of place and is anxiously looking around who relaxes and smiles when he sees you enter the room WHO'S WITH ME!

He likes I Will by Mitski. he's a Mitski Enjoyer. Because I Say So. he's my beautiful boyfailure prince angel loser cat who fell into a bowl of water of course he likes mitski guysplels keiji i thinkzYou'd love a loving feeling and the frost and real men and humpty and pink in the night and nobody and should've been me And

occasional punk/metal enjoyer keiji .? walk with me. someone take my hand. ptv slipknot soad korn orbit culture somebody needs to walk with me here

doesn't have a huge appetite... if he's at hot pot he can probably finish but 1) he's full and 2) he planned what he'd get based on past failures to finish his food. like i love boyfriends who can finish your meal if you can't (< girl who gets full) but i think things may end up a team effort 🫡🫡

just lies on the floor and listens to music sometimes. if you walk in on him he doesn't move but will welcome you to join him with open arms ! 🫂

oh 🥹 keiji working super hard on gifts for you... coloured paper and youtube videos so he can figure out how to make a paper flower bouquet 🥹 he starts getting paper crafts/origami skills because of this fr fr

you get it.

[angst-fairygodmother]

Hi , how are you? Can you please do prompt #70 with Joe Velasco from the angst prompt list . The reader doesn’t work for SVU .

A/N: Hi Nonny! This was a more challenging request than I expected it to be (but in a good way) but I hope it works in the end. Word Count: 1228 Rating: T - swearing; heavy description of injuries; canon-typical implications of sex, drugs, violence; 

You remembered exactly when you met Joe. It had been an ordinary Tuesday in your ordinary laundromat. Until suddenly it wasn't ordinary at all, dark eyes and charming smile crashing into you, gentle hands catching you by the shoulders to hold you steady. Your basket of freshly washed sheets tumbled to the grubby tiles and you found yourself oddly unbothered by it. 

Eventually you both broke out of your trance, startled apart when someone cleared their throat and pointedly reached past you for an empty basket. Joe offered to buy you lunch, you countered with the suggestion that he pay to rewash your laundry. (He did both.) And you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind romance. 

Some days were hard. His job as a detective meant he kept odd hours and came home weighted down by the things he had seen, things you could only try to understand. Sometimes the cases would be particularly bad, and he seemed to be trying to protect you from his world, from himself, no matter how much you wanted to be let in. And your job wasn’t easy either, leaving you stressed sometimes, overworked and tired, but you wondered if there was a tiny part of him that resented you for the fact that you were free and sheltered from the darkest parts of the world.

But you loved each other. You knew that Joe would do anything for you, and you reciprocated, always trying to be, if nothing else, a safe port in a storm. And you tried to tell yourself that was enough. 

~

It was another night up late on the couch alone, clutching your phone in the desperate hope that Joe would be able to slip away from his cover-life and call, or even send a text. He had been gone for a while, and you missed him. 

Your eyes burned with exhaustion and the clock read just after two when the rattle of the front door knob sent a cold shock of adrenaline through you. You sat bolt upright, mind racing for possible weapons you could get to fast enough. There was a muffled thump, as if the person on the other side dropped an item that was soft but heavy and the sound was followed by muttered swears in a language you didn't speak but were as familiar with as the sound of your own name. Your heart leapt, half convinced you were in the delusion of a waking dream. 

You were ready to throw yourself into your boyfriend's arms as soon as he crossed the threshold, but the state of him made you stop short. A series of white butterfly sutures stood stark against his tan skin above one eye. His cheek was puffy, only drawing more attention to the haggard sunkenness of his eyes. As you stared, his tongue ran across his lower lip in an attempt to swipe away the blood slowly dewing there from a series of cracks in the skin. The sight of you still awake and waiting for him despite the hour drew a deep sigh, a mixed sound of weariness and guilt that quickly became a wince as it shook his left arm that sat pinned across his chest in a sling.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, offering you a tired smile. “What are you doing up so late?”

You felt the wall around your heart grow more solid, no longer able to keep fighting its stony embrace. 

“What am I doing up?” You scoffed. “You're joking right? You've been gone for almost two months. I haven't heard from you in weeks! And you come in with a casual 'hey sweetheart' like it's nothing?”

“I–”

“I've been up waiting every goddamn night, Joe, for any kind of news. Anything at all. I can't remember the last time I got a good night's sleep, because of how worried I've been." You ran a frustrated hand through your hair and sighed. "You couldn't have at least texted and told me you were coming?”

“Jeez, I'm really feeling the love. I've been gone and the first thing you do is yell at me? If I didn't know better I'd think you didn't want me home.” He forced his tone to stay light, to feel like a joke. But you knew him too well for his little tricks to work on you, and you could read the tension, edged in anger, thrumming through every part of him.

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” you laughed incredulously. “Fuck Joe, I’m this upset because of how much I love you.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? That makes no sense.” 

“Because you don’t want it to. Look at you. You look like hell. You came home in bandages, not for the first time. And I…I can’t deal with the possibility that it could be in a hospital bed or a body bag next time. Or that you’re just going to disappear and I’m never going to know what happened.”

You felt the tears welling in your eyes and turned away from him, hugging yourself to try and fight it back. Now that you had started, you couldn’t hold back the feelings anymore. But you knew that looking at him, probably giving you those sad puppy dog eyes he was so good at, would break you worse. 

“And where would that leave me? Alone, and in love with someone who wasn’t here and…not even your widow because you’ve never asked and I never had the balls to either and knowing us we’d never make it down the aisle anyway. And even if we did, what good would that do? A title that gives me permission to mourn longer, and a box of your stuff that would just taunt me from the corner because I’ll never go through it?”

You felt his good hand on your shoulder, and the heat of his body against your back, and it took all of your strength not to lean back into him. 

“Sweetheart, slow down,” he asked, voice soft and low and warm against your ear.

You could feel all of the rage that had been driving you and holding you up start to leach away. 

“I'm not asking you to stop being a cop…” you protested weakly even though he hadn't even suggested such a thing. “I know how much this job means to you.”

“I know,” you could almost hear his heart breaking in those two words.

“But…I'm not sure there's room for me too in that.” You turned to face him, even though you knew the sight of him might shake your resolve. 

“Come on sweetheart, don't…” he hesitated and the moment felt like it stretched into a pained eternity. “Don't say that.”

“Joe. We have to face reality someday.”

“Does it have to be tonight?” He pleaded. There were tears in his eyes, but that didn't bring the same to yours, which told you everything you needed to know.

“I'm not cut out for this, and it's not fair to either of us to keep pretending I am.”

“Tomorrow? Please, I promise we'll talk about this tomorrow and figure something out?”

You sighed, nodding. One more night in his arms was worth the pain the lie caused you as you told yourself it might work out. “Ok. Tomorrow.”

[pocketramblr]

for the ask game: Aizawa/Shigaraki 44 "All I want is you"

P sure 44 is "study" but- wait oh hold on, you meant this other list. Yeah sure why not

Eraserhead stood in front of the building, capture scarf in hand. He lacked his other weapons, out of uniform, unprepared. A black tank top was expected enough, the bright pink sweats less so. But Tomura wasn't looking at them so much as the artificial foot peaking out from under it, at the shape of the leg covered in fabric.

"No running prosthetic? When you were the single reason Jakku and Japan didn't fall that day? Man, teachers must really be paid shit." Tomura looked back up at Eraserhead's face. "Or, you're just even less prepared than usual for me, huh."

Good.

Eraserhead pressed his lips together, but didn't speak. The scars on his face, under one eye and through another, shifted a bit with the movement, catching the light from the street lamps. And piercing all of that was the red from his eye, cutting off Shigaraki from his quirks.

Not that he needed them. Using too many tended to wake Sensei up, and now would be the worst time for that.

Maybe Eraserhead was trying to stall, to let the others in the building have time to get down to the bunkers below, or whatever the security system was. Tomura hadn't been completely listening to the mole when he'd gone over it.

"You didn't cut off your tongue too, did you?" Tomura knew Eraserhead had been few of words at USJ, but he was itching to hear something now. Something from outside his own head. "Will threatening someone in that building help you find it? Oh, what'd the kid say... some little girl?"

Not Hana. Some other name. Connection to the eraser bullets, right.

"You're not getting to her." Eraserhead said shortly, and let the scarf fly from his hands. Always so cool.

"I don't want her." Tomura lifted an arm and me the scarf wind around it, then gave it a tug of his own. Eraserhead braced, but wasn't moved. His eye looked real strained though, probably only had a few seconds left before he'd blink. "Or any of your other brats either, don't worry."

"Really." Eraserhead twisted a hand, and the scarf cut into Tomura's skin. "Because if you're looking for Mid-"

"Don't say his name." Tomura hissed, grabbing the scarf again and pulling, and this time caught the blink.

In a moment, Eraserhead was pulled forward by far more force, and Tomura caught up, took his face in hand.

In a moment, Erasure was back up, but Tomura didn't let go.

"Saying his name, or the power he has, wakes Sensei up." Tomura warned. "And neither of us want that, Eraserhead."

He traced a finger on the crescent scar curling under the red eye. The other fingers, some metal, tightened over his cheeks, chin, lips. The hero twisted more in his grip, but didn't get loose.

"Now, we both know you'd do your best to kill yourself before letting me go through you to your chargers. And I know that Erasure won't suit my plans now, no matter what Sensei wanted to use it so badly for."

Erasure wouldn't help keep the bastard shut up, and Tomura's eyes itched enough as it was.

"So what do you want?" Eraserhead finally asked, tired.

Tomura hummed, his hand moving to trace the other scarred eye, pull back the shifting, weightless dark hair. It felt alive under his touch.

Or maybe that was just him.

"Mm, you know, I'm not really sure what I want, past getting this bastard out of my head and killing everyone who put him there. But right now? I think all I want is you."

The hair went limp and lifeless, the eye faded back to it's dark color, wide now, confused. Strange, stupid that he was, but most things in life were and Tomura had accepted that fact.

After a few blinks, the erasing glow returned, but the rest of his eye was getting red too. Straining. He wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer.

Something itched in the back of Tomura's mind.

He couldn't, either.

"Not your quirk." Tomura repeated, rolling his own eyes. Heroes, honestly. Even the best of them didn't listen. "Toga would tell me to get your blood, but I don't want that either." Compress would suggest taking the leg as a joke to see if he'd do it, Spinner might say a lock of hair. Dabi would probably say a finger or something, creep.

No. Tomura didn't just want a part or a piece of Eraserhead.

But he couldn't take him now, keeping him somewhere close to Sensei when the old man woke up would be as good as Tomura throwing him away himself.

But maybe...

Tomura moved his hand again, flat fingers to cover Eraserhead's good eye, to press it shut. His other arm has to brace more, the other man's fight getting desperate against him now, trying to get away.

But his eyes shut. His hair dropped. Erasure turned off.

He was frozen against Tomura's lips, but his heartbeat was going wild.

Tomura smiled.

"See you later, Eraserhead."

Then he tugged on one of the quirks, the teleporting one, and vanished before Eraserhead could open his eyes again.

[iliadette]

As a trek fan who also loves some of the ships theyve been going up against (and specifically a HUGE orv fan), i appreciate that post. Yeah k/s is responsible for like All of western fandom and is father of modern slash. And that's really cool and 100% smth to be proud of! But it's basically the only argument i ever see to vote for them and lot of fans seem to be using it as an excuse to dump on other fanbases or even be racist in comments. It makes me want to distance myself from spirk entirely

[pollenallergie]

you havent voluntarily read a real book in over a year

fuck you

i mean, you’re right, but fuck you

[my5hiningstars]

5sos youngblood album + 10, 16, 28, 30 for the music ask~

thank u nonnie, i put the album ranking under a cut since it's kinda long ^^;

10) a song that brings back bad memories

Gang of Youths - The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows

16) a song that's better acoustic

5 Seconds of Summer - Best Years

28) a song you want to see live

5 Seconds of Summer - Jet Black Heart

30) a song you recommend

Billie Eilish - WILDFLOWER (Amazon Music's Songline performance)

send me some numbers or an album to rank ✨

Youngblood (Deluxe):

Talk Fast

Ghost of You

More

Youngblood

If Walls Could Talk

Babylon

Valentine

Moving Along

Meet You There

Empty Wallets

Want You Back

Lie to Me

Better Man

Monster Among Men

Why Won't You Love Me

Woke Up in Japan

[uzurakis]

hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3

WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?

featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.

n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3

GOJO SATORU

the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.

"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."

he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."

you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. we’ve been fighting constantly, and it’s exhausting.”

the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."

tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.”

he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "you’re not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."

you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.” then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. “we keep hurting each other…”

his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."

NANAMI KENTO

nanami’s expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “please, sit down,” he said softly, gesturing to the couch. “we need to talk about this calmly.”

you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.

“why do you want to break up?” he asked, his voice steady and soothing.

“like i said,” stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. “i feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.”

he nodded, listening intently. “i understand,” he said, his tone even. “but breaking up isn’t the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.”

nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. “every relationship has its challenges,” he said gently. “what matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if we’re both willing to try.”

CHOSO KAMO

his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. “please, don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “you can’t just say that, baby.”

you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. “choso, don’t hold me back..”

he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. “i know it’s been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.”

feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. “i just, i don’t know what to do with us.” your voice breaking.

choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. “every relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and i’m committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."

he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend’s shocked eyes became wider. “what? no!” he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. “that’s not how you solve this problem.”

with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towards–”

“i’m fucking trying, okay?” you hurried to cut his explanation. “you always have a logical answer for everything,” biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? “but it doesn’t change how i feel. it hurts, and i don’t see a way out of this.”

megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “i’m sorry.”

“…”

“look, i need you to hear me,”

“i don’t want to fight either, heck, i’m too tired to argue,” he gently pulled you into an embrace. “but i don’t want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."

"let’s be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.”

@uzurakis

[cloudystevie]

scary my god you're divine

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 3235

summary || he would do anything for you.

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex

author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!

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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.

Sometimes literally.

Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didn’t like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didn’t like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.

Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.

You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary. 

The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. You’re about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELD’s tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tony’s charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didn’t want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldn’t leave you alone.

Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.

“Back for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?” Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcus’ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesn’t even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know. 

Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.

He doesn’t.

“Oh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you don’t mind I’m actually trying to talk to this chick so…” 

The way he talks about you as if you’re not right there makes you physically recoil. Bucky’s eyes harden; he’s not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.

Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when he’s nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. She’s not worth all that.

In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them. 

“Touch her again, and I will kill you,” Bucky promises. “If you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?” His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if he’s not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.

You call out Bucky’s name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. It’s almost like you’re frozen in your spot. You’ve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldn’t, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious. 

Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.

On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agents’ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if you’re upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiot’s going to be gone. I’m sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-” Your rushed words cut off his ramble, “I thought that was really hot.” You say quietly and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion. 

“The way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I can’t lie, James. That kind of did something for me.” You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didn’t take your words in the wrong way. 

He’s silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours. 

The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James. 

His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, “You’re gonna leave a mark James, stop it.” Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.

You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. “Oh really? That’s too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.” He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.

You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. “You’re such a bad influence you know that?” Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy. 

“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.” Bucky says assuredly, and you can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. “Bucky I need you, need you to please-” Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand. 

You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before he’s shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours. 

“You’re mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.” Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length. 

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you’re not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’m yours.” His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. “I’m yours James, only yours. You’re only mine. No one else. Just you.” Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine. 

Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.

If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. “Shut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?” But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.

Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Look away from me again and I won’t let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.” Bucky threatens. “You better fucking pay attention to who’s fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when you’ve got the real thing right here.”

Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you don’t doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits. 

“Feels s’good. You’re so big Jamie. S’big, so good s’too good.” Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. “There she is my dumb little baby. Couldn’t help yourself huh? Can’t help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.” His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you can’t stop. “Jus’ need you. Need you to make it better. ‘M yours Daddy, only yours.” 

“That’s it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s gonna take care of his needy baby.” Bucky’s head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk.

He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, “Cum. Cum right fucking now or you don’t get to cum at all.” His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul. 

His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, “There isn’t a single person in the world I wouldn’t kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.” Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive. 

A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Bucky’s impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself. 

A few more giggly kisses and you’re pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on today’s agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents. 

“Looking strong, Marcus!” Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Bucky’s dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriend’s face is adorable. “Better luck next time buddy,” he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, “Dumbass.”

[stunie]

“YOU CRAZY? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!”

WIND BREAKER + YOU NOT RECOGNIZING THEM. ft. hayato suo, kaji ren, togame jo, & umemiya hajime x f!reader

filled request : a chunk of it -> “..reacting to drunk reader not recognizing them and they wanna take reader home but reader won’t let them and tells them to fuck off or else her boyfriend (which is right infront of her) will kick their ass..”

notes : aa ! ! i am also a sucker for plots like these !! sorry it took me a while to get to >: thank u sm for sending this in nonnie <3 (cw alcohol ; but the consumption isn’t really mentioned in this)

HAYATO SUO.

“don’t you dare touch me,” suo’s eyes widen when you’re clumsily swatting at his hand, half lidded eyes narrowing into your best attempt at a glare. your words are slow and slurred, but he still manages to understand the gist of what you’re trying to say. “my boyfriend’s gonna make you pay if you do,” you huff, pointing an accusatory finger at him and jabbing it a couple times into his chest for extra measure.

“oh?” his gaze softens a bit, unbeknownst to you, and his smile is back the second he understands what’s happening here. “your boyfriend? where is he now?”

the way your glare immediately falls at your realization almost makes him feel bad, and he’s giving you a smile of pity when your lips tug into a deep pout. “um…” you frown, eyebrows furrowing to rid of the tears already starting to blur your vision, “i don’t know…”

“you don’t know?” suo’s voice is steady, easily hiding the way he’s stifling a laugh at the sudden change in your demeanor. he’s watching with amusement as you start to sniff, hands coming to messily wipe at your eyes with your sleeve as you start babbling, spewing out things about how “you need to find your boyfriend right this second” and how you’re “all lonely now.”

“oh dear,” he chuckles, hands coming to lightly grasp around your wrists, “your boyfriend has told you not to wipe your eyes like that before, hasn’t he? you’re going to irritate the skin.”

“mhm,” you give him a shy nod before staring up at him with confusion, gaze flickering to the thumb he’s bringing to gently swipe at the tears collecting along your lashes a moment later. the way you’re stiffening up at his touch is cute— and it looks like you’ve unconsciously recognized his familiarity even in this state.

“y-you know my boyfriend?”

how endearing.

“sure. i know him pretty well,” suo smiles, hand coming to press against your lower back as you guides you forward, “so let’s find him, okay? come with me.”

KAJI REN.

“huh?” you’ve got kaji completely petrified, eyes blown open as his hands defensively shoot up in front of him the second you’re slowly waving your pepper spray back and forth— the pepper spray he had bought you, by the way. “what do you think you’re doing?”

“i’ll tell you exactly what im doing,” you retort, eyes narrowing at the alleged unfamiliar man in front of you, “i’m gonna call my boyfriend here, and he’s gonna beat your ass if you don’t leave in the next five seconds.”

ah. the slur in your voice is all it takes for the situation to suddenly click in his head. and now that he’s looking at you closer up, he’s surprised that you’re even able to stand in such a state. you’ve only come here with him, so the only way you’ll be going home is if he takes you home.

and that’s not looking very plausible right now.

he’s clicking his tongue before ripping through another lollipop, raking his fingers through his hair as he goes through the potential routes he can go with this. how the fuck was he gonna bring you home like this..? and actually, how would it make him look if people see him forcefully tossing you onto his back and booking it home?

this was a terrible situation through and through.

“um— come here,” he tries coaxing you the way he would with a stray animal, fingers coming to hesitantly pinch your sleeve to lift your arm without technically touching you, and he’s slowly moving it a couple inches to the right. “i’m your boyfriend. let’s go home.”

you shake your head.

his cheeks are flushing red when he realizes there are onlookers now, a handful of people watching the situation unfold, and you’re not helping his case at all— arms crossed across your chest as you eye him up and down suspiciously.

“c-candy,” he grumbles under his breath, deep red spreading to the tips of his ears. “i’ll give you a piece of candy if you come with me. sound good?”

TOGAME JO.

“m-my boyfriend can fight, you know” you stumble backwards, slowly backing up until your back meets with one of the tables, and it’s just great. you’re completely trapped now. he’s looming over you the next second, big hands resting on either side of you as you try to steady your breathing.

togame will be here any minute, you’re reminding yourself. this is fine.

“that so?” there’s a low chuckle from him, and he’s feigning innocence, looking around to locate this boyfriend of yours. “i don’t see him anywhere.”

your breath catches in your throat. your vision’s still dizzy, world spinning each and every time you move your head, and you search around your hips, internally cursing when you realize your purse is gone too.

no phone, and no boyfriend.

he’s moving awfully close to you now, and you can’t move— can’t call your boyfriend. “y-yeah,” you manage to stammer, thinking hard as you decide what to do. “he even taught me how to fight… so don’t test me.”

now that’s a bluff.

“oh. did he now?” togame’s brow raises at your threat, trying to resist the urge to laugh when you’re quickly nodding the next second, cute hands balling into little fists— and oh, that’s not quite how you’re supposed to do it.

but he’ll teach you another time. “so… in that case… you know what to do when a guy does— this?” his fingers wrap around your wrist before you can get a word out, pulling you forward in one swift movement.

you’re gasping as soon as you fall forward, crashing straight into his chest, and his arms are quick to wrap around you, big hand coming to pat at your head like a dog.

“oh, how weird. i didn’t think he’d teach you to hug other guys.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME. cw : he jokingly refers to himself as your kidnapper (he did not kidnap you)

“what now, haji?” your eyes narrow at the phone screen being shoved an inch in front of your face, and ume’s gone puppy mode beside you, excitedly rocking back and forth on your bed as he waits for you to hit play.

“just watch! you’ll see. press play.”

you rub at your eyes, wincing at the way your head starts to throb, still pounding from the events of yesterday. the video that plays out in front of you is completely dark for the first seconds, and you’re quick to grow impatient— seconds away from huffing and pushing his phone away until you finally hear a rustling, followed your own voice.

“haji’s gonna make you pay,” you cringe at the sound of your own voice, and there’s a loud sniffle that follows. “so take me wherever you want, ya goof. he’ll really make you regret it when he finds me.”

no way.

“‘haji’ huh!” you hear umemiya burst into a laughing fit, your face burning at the way he’s poking fun at your past self, and you hear your drunken self scoffing at him a second after. “so what kinda guy is he, huh? your kidnapper’s gotta know!”

there was absolutely no way he recorded himself carrying you home.

“he’s huuge,” the video catches your hiccup, “he can toss you around like nothing. i’m warning you now. so you can put me down if you get it.”

from the muffled sound of your voice, you think ume probably had you tossed over his shoulder, a strong arm wrapped around the back of your thighs to keep you draped over him. “that so?” he chuckles, “what’s he look like?”

“i can’t believe you,” you sigh, fingers rubbing at your temples, “you’re unbelievable.” you’re sneaking a quick glance at your boyfriend, but he’s still focused on the video, soft smile tugging at his lips. “keep listening, ‘kay baby? this is my favorite part.”

uh oh.

“he’s the prettiest boy ever!” your cheeks are immediately filling with heat at your shameless confession, hand slamming over your mouth— there was absolutely no way. “you wouldn’t believe it. you’ll know when you see ‘im. he’s gorgeous. beautiful. i looove him! don’t fall in love with my boyfriend— you better not. he’s mine.”