#okay stupid hc but come on what a coincidence

[cats-obsessions]

Okay but imagine Durge just really loves animals, like the idea of them, but they could never go near them because the small ones just really trigger that prey drive instinct, and then they get to meet gnolls. And gnolls are so huge and vicious and soft, and their nature pleases Bhaal, so Durge finally gets to have a pet- to Gortash’s displeasure

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

OP I am new to twisted wonderland but I saw the binding hc post and I uuuuuh have a request if that’s okay. My request is basically like, MC/Yuu who is AFAB and NB or Trans Masc who isn’t out. They get sorted into dorms or something and refuse to wear the uniforms because Tiddies are More Pronounced and that’s not cash gender of them. and they basically get into a fight with the dorm leaders that lead to them coming out while yelling and then just. The dorm leaders are like ???? Well shit that’s fixable why didn’t you say that earlier ??

Trans Yuu

Yuu is a trans dude in the middle of transitioning at the worst place to do it— NRC.

Notes: went in a wild direction lmao. Anyways FTM Yuu. Shitty jokes and cringe.

You are a 2010 Stefani Canturi Barbie and God is a mother going through her kid's toys to donate to the Bratz section at goodwill, you are sure of it. There is no way in hell it was coincidence that you ended up in an all-boys school filled with the stupidest people you met otherwise. Perhaps god just assumed you were both dolls so it doesn’t really matter what toy pile you were put in, and you don’t know if that is the biggest compliment you have received— to be compared to cis dudes— or an insult (these men fucking suck).

With all the running around you had to do the first day, no one was able to sniff you out, yet. Still, it didn't last that long, and it didn’t. Deuce was far too kind and dense to really tell what you were, and Grim was Grim. Ace on the other hand almost seemed to side-eye you at times. You tried to ignore it and pray to the goodwill mom that he doesn’t say anything, and surprisingly he didn’t, you got that stupid gem, celebrated, and went over to your crow overlord (who doesn’t even notice your predicament either) to turn it in and go the fuck home. Perhaps the only break you got was the fact that people here spoke a sort of similar language to you even if it was a bit… strange. Whatever, you can think tomorrow, right now you can make yourself comfortable and finally sleep uninterrupted.

And then that fucker from before came to you at one in the morning, after you have unbound yourself and got comfortable begging for you to let him sleep in your bed, strange collar on his neck. “No, Ace. You can make yourself comfortable on the couch.” You crossed your arms over your chest nervously and thankfully the dumbass didn't notice.  “C’mon, c’mon, I’m super skinny! I won’t take up any space!” Ace pleaded. You and Grim looked at each other tiredly then back at Ace. “No.” You said before sighing and heading upstairs. 

“Awwee!! Cmon!!!” “Cry about it.” You sneered, but as you ascended the steps you notice Ace watching you with that look in his eyes from earlier. He knows doesn’t he…

***

You may not know Trey and Cater well, but you owe them your life. The dumbass trio you were with despite living in this world their whole life could not tell you the most basic shit about it for the life of them. And even worse, despite two of them being selected for this university and one choosing to sneak in with plenty of time to research it beforehand (hell, Ace has a brother who went here), they both decided to go in completely blind and not understand anything at all. 

Thankfully, your dear juniors seemed to take pity on you and actually took time to explain the bare fucking minimum for all four of your sakes. Yet as they explained everything to you in such sweet simplicity, you notice Trey look over to your form that you kept nervously wrapped up in the only oversized overcoat (that all Yuu’s in the manga have) to hide your figure. “Are you alright there Yuu?” He asks and you freeze. 

“Yeah, it's just…” Trey frowned and adjusted his glasses out of concern. “Did Crowley provide any resources for you? It must be difficult being stuck here as a girl and all.” You pause and before you can speak you are interrupted. “YOU’RE WHAT.” The dumbass trio all yelled at once making you, Trey, and Cater all shut your eyes pensively. “Dude! I mean bro— I mean— Ugh!” Ace sputtered, and Deuce looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die with how much he was overthinking. Looking over at Trey, the regret on his face was obvious, and you can only assume he thought you told the other three. “You didn’t tell us you're a girl!” Ace yaps.

“I’m not, I’m a guy, I just…” Cater speaks up. “They got the wrong body babes, it's nbd.” The ginger strikes a selfie pose, “That's a thing???” Deuce stared wide-eyed. “Exactly!” You speak up. Trey clears his throat, looking even more ashamed. “Ah, my…. I’m sorry Yuu I didn’t know.” “It’s fine, you didn’t know, plus I guess it was obvious.” At that, the group around you went quiet. 

“Uh no it wasn't ?” Ace crosses his arms. “Have you seen the guys in this school? Some of them straight up look like chicks!” “I thought you knew 'cause you were looking at me weird yesterday!” Ace’s face becomes slightly flustered. “I wasn’t staring—“ Ace stopped his excuse when he saw you and Trey glare. “Okay, fine I was! You happy?” “Why were you staring at them?” Grim asks unimpressed.

Ace gets even more flustered. “It's cause, well you know—“ Cater raises his brows and suppresses a knowing smile and a laugh to the best of his ability as he looks over at you. Ace huffs, “How did you not know Grim? You share a bed with them!” “Haaah? Don't change the subject—“ “Okay that's enough.”

Trey sighs. “Once again, I am very sorry about that Yuu, I thought—“ “It's okay Trey, you didn’t know… But also how did both of you know?” Cater winks, “Oh he’s just like that, babes. Trey-Kun attracts all sorts of fruit to him.” You snort and not how Trey seems to sigh, “Are you one of them?” Cater's eyes widen for a moment before he gives a chuckle. “Good one, but we’ve dealt with enough people in this school to tell by now, though. “So you both just have a gaydar, got it.” “Ooh I like that word, I’ll steal it from ya!” Cater winks again.

“In any case…” Trey adjusts his glasses again. “There's no need to sweat over it. You’ll fit in fine here, Yuu, however, I recommend that you bother Crowley for a spell or potion to get you switched to a new body as soon as possible so this conversation doesn't happen again.” Trey is putting on a brave face to hide his mortification of how he accidentally outed someone. “Crowley can be a real pain sometimes, but he will deliver on that at the very least. Until then you could probably get something from Sam’s for a temporary fix, though they will cost a small fee since they’re home-brewed, or brew your own potion.”

“Oh yeah, you guys have magic here for that stuff… that's crazy…” “Oh yeah, there’s no magic in your world huh Yuu-Kun?” Cater thinks for a moment, “Healthcare here includes that sorta care, but I imagine it’ll be a little difficult to apply for it since you're not from this world and stuff. Kinda hard to do that stuff if you don't exist here, huh?” Cater muses. “Alright, now let's get back to telling them about the dorms Trey!”

“Ah, one more thing, all of you.” Trey’s expression becomes more serious, and gestures to a table where two people— twins with teal hair sit together. “Be careful with Octavinelle students,” he warns, “especially those two. They work for their dorm leader, Azul. They’re scam artists, do not ever make a deal with any of them, especially you, Yuu. Do not tell them what you are.” “Why?” Cater nudges you. “They’ll totally be like ‘We can help you transition Yuu!’ And then your soul is theirs!”

“That’s no different from where I’m from.”

***

Ace and Deuce were a bit weird with you for the next few hours, before Grim got annoyed with them acting overly cautious and insulted them, which in turn made them all have an annoying argument that you got involved in, in which they treated you like one of the bros. You have to make a note to get Grim the world's most premium tuna for that later. 

And when it came time to grab the tuna, you also had to check out Sam’s potion brewery, where you learned that Sam was a real cool dude. He’s a salesman at the end of the day, always looking for a profit, but at least he was fair. He never overpriced things and always knew how to make a good deal. And though you were prepared to drop nearly your whole allowance on a potion Sam seemed to stop you.

“Hey there little imp! Before you pick one of those out, what form are you lookin’ to take?” You look around for a moment, making sure no one was nearby. “I’m looking for a transitioning potion? I wanna be a dude…” You mutter. Anxiety brews in your gut as Sam leans in, keeping eye contact with you. The salesman then bounces back to his feet in an animated and theatrical manner. “Well, we got those iiiiiinnn STOCK! Lucky for you, we have all sorts to choose from!” Sam says before taking out crate after crate.

“Please, pick that one that calls to you.” You look at the vials nervously before pulling one out of the velvet casing they were carefully placed in. The liquid inside has the consistency of a purple, glittery syrup. “That's a great one!” Sam says. “One small issue though.” Oh god here it comes, by picking up the vial you probably should your soul to him and you're gonna be doomed to work here the rest of your life.

“That's gonna be temporary, little imp! Not good for the long term. The Mystery Shop cannot sell permanent potions for these unless you have a prescription, but my little friends from the other side say that you ain’t from these parts.” Sam smiles. “Take 4, on the house! And drink them all at once, that should give you around 4 and half months in that form!” “Really? Are you sure!” Sam nods, “Course! It's not a loss at all either, I get compensated to give em out anyways! Do be sure to tell Crowley to get you a permanent one though! Or it may be quicker to ask that professor of yours!”

“Thank you Mr.Sam! I’ll keep it in mind.”

***

Crowley is an asshole, a real bitch, and one of the most annoying people you know. But at least he can be reasonable once in a blue moon. When bringing up needing a potion he merely went on a 30-minute rant on how he’ll get a prescription for you because he’s “oh so generous” and totally not because he’s probably a fruit too like everyone else in this school. 

You expected this process of getting a prescription to be a very annoying and long wait, just for you to receive the paper later allowing it less than an hour later. Sam did say that asking Professor Crewel for a good potion would be better than asking him since he’s certified to make them. Given how extra he is with everything too, you're sure any potion by him would be insane. So here you were, head down and begging that this man help you, one alphabet soup to another. 

“Let me get this straight. You want me to make you a prescription potion for you, rather than get it from Sam’s because you think I would make a better one.” You nod, and Crewel could tell there wasn't any flattery behind your words, you truly believed what you said. “Sam didn’t put you up to this did he?” “I mean he mentioned you could help but that’s it, why is he plotting something?” “He’s been trying to get me to make him a batch of these for ages, saying that he only wants the highest quality products for his customers.” “Seems like I was right to go to you.”

Crewel almost lets out a sigh, before tapping his whip against his palm. “Fine then pup. I’ll give you a private lesson for potionology because you will be taking notes and helping me as well.” “Really?” “Crowley did say there is no record of you existing anywhere. Consider this the pre-lessons you were supposed to learn in high school.”

After an hour of work, you have successfully created three giant bottles of the stuff Crewel guided you to make, and now in your notes, you have the recipe just in case something happens to them. “Listen here.” Crewel commands and you whip your head to him. “Wait until those four months are up on the serum you are on before taking these. Take only 15 milligrams of each a day until you are all out. This way, it’s permanent and you don't have to worry about someone turning you back so easily.” The professor smiles and taps his baton in his other hand.

“Any questions?” “Why am I on the serum then, sir?” “That one prepares your body for a more permanent change, especially if you show any complications with the magic used.” “Got it, sir, that’s all the questions I have.” “Good, now clean your workspace, and go back to your dorm. I expect you to be fully awake in the morning for class.” “Yes, sir” “And I also expect that you will be more responsive than your peers in class because of this.” “Of course, sir.”

Carefully putting the bottles in your bag, and using your jacket as a cushion for each one you braved your way outside nervously. Sam did say that the vials you took will take a while to take effect since your body isn’t used to magic…

***

The final thing you learned in these past two days was that the misogyny here is very much inclusive, you can't tell if that’s a sign of progress or not. The second you walked out of that door you had your very first instance of bullying (Aside from Ace) since arriving in this world. A few Savanaclaw jocks standing by seemed to immediately look over and snicker.

You stood your ground as they approached, knowing walking away would make it worse and if it got bad Crewel was still in that room. “Tch, you’re the new kid huh?” One said in a very stereotypical stupid school bully way. You’re half surprised they didn’t include some insult like “dweebus” or something. “Hah, bro doesn't even have good pecs, what a fucking girl.” One says. “Never knew they made exceptions for girls!” The other says.

“Uh, yeah, it's gonna take a while for this potion to take effect.” A cat boy scoffs, “What potion.” “The one that’s supposed to make me a boy, it's taking a while.” The group went silent for a moment, the weird wolfman sniffs the air at you for a moment before beckoning his bros to lean in and listen. After a painfully awkward moment, the cat boy leader comes back to lean into your face. “So you are a boy! Big deal! You still don't have pecs!” He says, changing his whole tune. “Yeah well you may be a boy but you're… your…” The fox boy pauses, trying to find a proper insult, just to be interrupted by the wolfman again. “But you fucking suck at being one!”

“YEAH!” All three cheer together as they finally find the right niche to bully you in. Suddenly the door next to you opens. “You three! Silence! Leave them alone, it's curfew! Or do you want me to put you to work?” Crewel reprimands, leaving the three running off with their tails between their legs. “You too Yuu.” And you nod and take it as your sign to leave.

You were gonna have a great time learning how to be a boy

[sanzusbestie]

bonten angst where in the past they had a very happy and healthy relationship with reader until the come home to see reader nowhere with a letter writen sorry and then years later they were walking through an alley until they saw a homeless kid sitting crouched.(you can google on how kenny met levi from aot) and turn out that it was his child when he ask what their mother is when he says its reader.

so basically reader found out that she was pregnant and not knowing what to do not wanting to burden the boys she peft and shortly died from an illness leaving them and their child.Angst pleasee with hcs:).

♡ Up there in the sky ♡

Pairings : Sano Manjiro x f!reader, Haitani Ran x f!reader, Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader, Haitani Rindou x f!reader, Hitto Kakucho x f!reader, Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Death, mentions of illness, mentions of drugs, mention of child trafficking, mentions of rape, suicide

A/n : I LOVE getting this kind of requests ! I just love writing angst lol. I did a common scenario and separate reactions, I hope that's okay with you. Sorry Sanzu's part is longer than the others, ngl I was more inspired for him. I'm kinda proud of this one so please don't let it flop 😭 Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

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In the really scary moments of life, we're all alone. We're all alone when love goes away, all alone when the social services show up in the morning, all alone in front of the doctor who announces a disease, all alone when we die.

Everybody ran in their corner without looking after the person next to them. People were crushed against each other and yet so alone.

Neon lightening, giant screens, signs lit up across the gleaming facades of skyscrapers. Somewhat absent-mindedly, you allowed yourself to be carried along by the crowds, face raised to the sky, almost hypnotized by the lights.

You felt it. You felt that pressure in the back of your knee, you didn't imagine it. It was probably the doing of a young teen, just trying to make some funny memories they'd never forget. But it wasn't enough to make you stumble.

Why were you in his arms then ?

"Is this what they call love at first sight ?"

There are beings whose destiny is to meet. Wherever they are. Wherever they go. One day they meet.

"It's not," you flatly replied. "Isn't love at first sight supposed to be a coincidence ? You deliberately pushed me." He was young, you noted, probably in his early twenties just like you. But unlike you, he seemed to be the type of guy to make fun of life.

"And yet, you're still in my arms, angel," he smiled.

For a few seconds, you were the only two stars in the sky of Tokyo.

It only takes a moment. A look. A meeting. To disrupt an existence. The right person, the right moment. The whim complicit in chance.

Now there was an obviousness, an impulse, an alchemy between you. A primitive feeling that went back to the fears and hopes of childhood. The dizzying certainty of finally facing the person able to fill your void, silence tour fears and heal the wounds of the past.

Love comes out of the blue, like breaking in. Just one moment and nothing exists anymore. Suddenly life is no longer scary.

You opened your eyes filled with wonder, a sight he knew he'd cherish for a lifetime. At that time, you didn't know that the years you were about to live would be the most painful and beautiful of your life. You didn't know yet that you had just met love. The only one, the real one, the fiery one. The one that would give you everything before taking it all back. The one that would light up a life before destroying it forever.

"How many chances do you think we have to meet ?" you asked.

"I don't know. Let's never find out."

It's been years and yet you still couldn't get enough of each other.

On the subway back home from work, the taste of his mouth on your lips. In the book you gave him, an underlined sentence that made him smile : Was it love that make people stupid or did only fools fall in love ?

Each time he had to leave for another mission, you'd feel like a void. Like a bite. Haneda's sadness, where he kissed you before flying somewhere else.

At night, alone in your bed, you'd spread out a gigantic screen. In this cinema of your dreams where you were the only spectator, you'd project to infinity the scene of your reunion.

And each time he came back to you, it was better than any of your dreams : your heart would suddenly be in flames, your head upside down, a void in the pit of your stomach. You'd live in weightlessness, heart trembling, not thinking clearly. You'd have new blood. You'd breathe only through him, because he delivered you from yourself. You'd be hungry for his skin, his lips, the smell of his hair. He had all the keys : from the door of heaven to the one of the underworld.

All your friends couldn't help but wonder : how was it possible that every day felt like the first day in your relationship ? It was quite simple, really. You loved him and he loved you. You loved him more and he loved you more.

Then why were you scared now ? Wasn't this baby the fruit of your love ?

This was also quite simple : you couldn't raise a child in his world.

So you lied. You told him you'd spend a few days at your friend's place ; she needed help. And he believed you, because why wouldn't he ?

Until he received your letter.

Darling,

No doubt there's only one chance in a million that you read this letter, I was always the one to deal with our mail after all. But that doesn't stop me from writing it with the crazy hope that you end up receiving during this day. Why not ? After all I read somewhere that NASA had sent messages to aliens in space, so...

I just wanted to tell you...

To tell you that my life is always full of you and that a thousand times a day, I send you my thoughts in the hope that they can reach you.

To tell you that without you I die slowly, because you're my real anchor.

To tell you that I have kept everything of us : our criss-crossings, our tangled breaths, our fails, our light, and that everything remains in me and contaminates me like an infection from which I refuse to heal.

To tell you that I tried to run away from you, but that everything brings me back to you. That since I am far from, I feel you more present than ever. We will never see each other again, so I'd like you to know that I don't regret anything. That the cruel bites of pain weight little facing the parenthesis of our love.

Maybe you remember that evening. The one we met. The night had just fallen, yet there was only one star in the sky. I was still in your arms when I showed it to you and confessed : "See that lonely star lost in paradise te vastness of the sky ? Well, that star is me." You looked at me and then you pointed to the sky and, as if by magic, another star lit up. So you said to me : "This one is me." For a few seconds, we were the only two stars in the sky of Tokyo. And deep down, I never wanted anything else : to know that there would always be someone with me.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I have to go now. I hope that one day you'll forgive me.

I'll always love you.

Y/n

He would never recover from this love. You had taken his light, his sap, his confidence. His days were empty, his life was dead. He just pretended. To smile, to listen, to answer questions. Every day, he waited for a sign, a gesture. He wanted you to rescue him from that black hole you left him in and tell him why.

Why did you abandon him ?

He lost hope after six years. Time, he knew it now, wouldn't heal anything. Time was only a window through which he could see his mistakes, for these seemed to be the only things he could clearly remember.

Your last words for your child were : "Hurry to live, hurry to love, because you never know how much time you have left on the counter. We always think we have time, but that's not true. One day we realize that we have crossed the point of no return, but then it's too late."

"What is the point of no return, mom ?"

You smiled, of course a 5 year-old kid couldn't understand that.

"The point of no return is the moment when we realize that we can no longer go back, the moment when we realize that we have passed our chance... It didn't matter for now, baby. But you need to remember this for when you're older. Alright, baby ?"

"Yes, mom."

You fought your tears.

"I love you, you know ?" you asked, your voice cracking a little. "I love you so so much. Please, always be happy, not sad. Even if I'm not here with you, I'll always be present in your little, little heart."

"But where are you going ?"

"Up there," you said pointing the sky.

"Up there like in space ?"

"Yeah," you chuckled in front of your child's excitement.

"And you'll still be able to see me ?"

"Of course ! I will look after you like your little luck star."

"Isn't this the work of angels ?"

Social services took your child before you passed away, as you asked them to. You wanted your last image to be a joyful one, in which you were awake and smiling. Even if it meant to die alone.

And in one last breath, you understood everything : that time didn't exist, that life was your only good, that you must not despise it, that you were all linked, and that the essential would always slip from everybody.

That morning, death's shadow had wings.

Later, every time he'd be asked what he was doing "at the exact moment it happened", he'd talk about work, torture, drugs...

But the truth was, that day, when it happened, he was thinking about you.

It was Sanzu who found out about your death and your son

When he told his boss, Manjiro had a hard time remembering you

He knew you played an important role in his life but why ?

He suddenly remembered two nights after

But he didn't cry

He already didn't feel anything anymore

Yet he did feel something towards your son :

Hatred

He didn't even know his son's name but he hated him

After all, he was the reason you left, wasn't he ?

He heard your kid was a perfect mix of you both ; he didn't want to see him

Manjiro never tried any form of contact with your son.

When he saw your daughter begging for her bread in the street, Ran was pretty sure they somehow were related

She looked too much like him not to

But he never thought she'd be his daughter

He didn't know what to do at first : keeping her or giving her back to the social services ?

Thinking of you, he decided to welcome her in his home that should've became hers as well

But "welcome" and "home" were big words for a pre-teen girl that felt out of place

He barely talked to her, barely saw her

The only times they'd see each other was at dinner time, the rare moments he'd actually be there

She grew up with money, food, a roof over her head, an education

But she never knew love since her mother died.

Haruchiyo found your daughter by pure luck

He was in one of those dark places Bonten would exchange drugs for money

That was when he saw her, she looked to much like you not to catch his attention

The child was trying to fight a man way stronger than her ; he probably was going to sell her

He discreetly followed them and when the man noticed, Haruchiyo quickly put his vest on her head so she wouldn't see what was about to happen

Even though he was sure she already saw things way worse

When he took back his jacket, he had moved her to another place

"Where are your parents ?"

"My mom died when I was 5."

"Your dad ?"

"Never saw him. But you have some of his features. I remember a picture I saw when mom was working. Those scars are not something you see everyday. It'd be pretty funny if you actually were my dad."

"What's your name ? And your mom's name ?"

"I'm Haruko. Mom named me this because she said I was the spring child. Isn't that pretty ? My mom's Y/n by the way." Before her father's surprise she added, "So you really are my dad, huh ?"

Haruchiyo cried for the first time in years, taking her in his arms

"Ah, I can't wait to tell mom I met you."

"What do you mean ?" he asked with panic

"I'm on my way up there, dad. I guess I can call you dad now," she said as she showed him her arm

He knew these marks : syringes, they probably tried to drug her so she wouldn't fight back but there were too many of them

"Can you hug me again ?" she asked and be complied

"Sorry mom, I'm coming sooner than expected. Dad, please, always be happy, not sad. Even if I'm not here with you, I'll always be present in your little, little heart," she cried, repeating her mother's words. "Dad, do you think I'll be a star or an angel ? Mom said that you used to call her angel but you also said she was a star."

"Maybe you and your mother will be something even brighter than the two of them combined, baby," he cried harder. "Haruko," he said between two sobs, "Will you watch over me with Y/n ?"

She beamed, "Of course ! We will look after you like your little luck starts. Or angels, 'cause after all it's their work, isn't it ?"

Ran couldn't bear to see his brother like that

Not that Rindou showed any emotion, no, but he knew his brother

That's why he looked for you all these years until he finally found you

Your death certificate, more precisely

He also found out about your daughter

Thinking it'd be a great thing for Rindou to know, he told him

Rindou decided to give it a chance so instead of going into a foster family, she went to him

But not matter how hard he tried, it was hard for both of them

Everything he tried to do was so awkward

How could a 5 year-old girl make him feel that way

He decided to send her back to the foster care after 3 months

Maybe you could be loved somewhere else.

Kakucho welcomed his son with open arms

He was ready to give everything he had for him

Even if it was hard for him, Kakucho really tried to bond with his kid, to show him that he loved him

Because he really did love him

And his son could feel it

The first few weeks were great, Kakucho would always make enough time for his son

But as much as he loved and cared about him, he couldn't tell why his eyes were always clouded

Maybe he'd open up about it one day ?

But that day never happened

As Kakucho found his son bathing in red water, arms bleeding, he understood :

Even if he welcomed him arms wide open, your son preferred going back to yours instead

Life must've been hard in the foster care.

He always knew he had a daughter, since you died

And he even saw her face

But Hajime didn't want to take care of her, he couldn't

Instead, he'd send her foster family a lot of money to take care of her

He'd also watch her grow from afar

But she wasn't dumb, she saw him and knew who he was from the very start, she wasn't his daughter for nothing

Plus, she looked more and more like him through the years after all

But she never said anything

When she was little, she'd believe he had only qualities and loved him blindly, even if she never talked to him

Later, she'd think she hates him because he wasn't as perfect as she imagined and he disappointed her

But ever later, now, she learned to accept his mistakes and flaws because she also had them

And maybe that's what becoming an adult was.

♡

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[lettersgarden]

The Hashira confessing their love for you on accident

Now that I've finished the manga and cried like a baby it's about time that i wrote about them :)

This are going to be little scenarios/imagines mixed with headcannons. Also this is my first time writting something that aren't hc sorry if it sucks hehe, i only write this for fun so ig it doesn't matter.

Characters mentioned: Sanemi, Giyuu and Tengen.

Gender neutral reader x the hashira // fluff ?

🌬 Sanemi

You have known this man for so long but still have never talked to him. You've always looked up to him and loved seeing him train, his technique is perfect but you are too scared of him to go ask him for some lessons and will be too scared to talk to him until the two of you will be assigned on a mission together.

- That mission is going to be awkward af, and also really long.

- He's obviously not going to talk to you until after a week walking into the destination he has to save your ass after you don't see the demon that's behind you.

- But he's not going to be nice with you at all, he's going to tell you off and then be extremely cruel with you.

" I don't understand why you were assigned this mission, you have only been a pain in the ass who doesnt even know how to hold their katana right, you're too stupid for this. Why don't you go back to your home so I can do my job without getting distracted by you"

And that's exactly what you're going to do, not even bothering to answer his little monologue. Once you start walking the opposite way you were coming from you'll feel someone grabbing you by the arm and making you face him and pulling you closer and without realizing you feel Sanemi's lips touching yours, just for an instant before he pushes you away a little too hard, leaving you there, confused.

"Sorry about that and for calling you stupid, I actually like you a lot but... shouldn't you be heading home"

- YOU BETTER GO HOME BEFORE HE REGRETS WHAT HE SAID TO YOU. RUN, bestie, RUN !!

🌊 Giyuu

We all now Giyuu is not specially known for his social skills or having a lot of friends, but somehow he did have one friend, and obviously it was you. Just because you were friends it doesn't mean he was talkative he indeed did not say a word whenever you were with him, but it was okay because you both enjoyed each others company and didn't really need to say anything when you were together.

- He loves listening to you talk, even though at first you thought he never listened to you because he is too awkward to look at people in the eyes when they talk.

- His favorite place to be at is the river cause he is the water hashira yk so you often hang out there where he comfortably sits on a rock while he watches you jumping through the other rocks, trying not to fall.

One day while you two were coming back from the river you told Giyu that you were leaving on a mission for a couple weeks which he responded with a saddened look he had never given before.

"Why are you reacting like this? You know I always come back"

"I know, I'm just scared some day you won't"

"Aww, I know you love me Giyuu, but there's no need to worry"

" Yes, actually I do love you, but I don't know how to tell you" he whispered

You looked surprised at him because you had, indeed, heard what he said and once he realised he blushed and nervously said goodbye trying not to run too fast when he left.

🔊 Tengen

- If he likes you, he probably straight up tell you that he likes you, so it's not really going to be an accident but probably in the most inappropiate moment you can imagine...

Tengen may look like a player since he has not one but three wives but he does know how to treat women right and you have always loved that about him. You both have been in a couple missions together, and he has always made you feel comfortable and respected.

Even though he is your superior, he never treats you like it, unless during fights where he tells you what to do when he sees you are in trouble.

-He likes talking to you whenever you both are off duty and somehow you two always end up seeing each other no matter how far away you might think you are from his house or yours.

For example when you went to visit your family and he was in the same village as you, apparently buying something for his wife Suma, or the time you went to the Swordsmith Village to get your katana fixed and there he was.

But the second time you had to go there you didn't actually think he would be there too right, so you went for a bath not even imagining that he would appear ten minutes latter and getting inside the thermal bath* with you.

"What a big coincidence, right? I think this is a sign for me to tell you that I like you" ...

* I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CALL IT BUT IF YOU HAVE READ THE MANGA IG YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN

⚠ MITSURI, SHINOBU AND KYOJURO coming up next week!!! ⚠

[litgwritersroom]

It's okay to admit you haven't done enough for something, some causes aren't yours to take up and to adopt if you don't know enough about them/aren't really comfortable or proficient in it. Bobby is a somewhat easy character for you to write because you know him well, hence why he made up a predominant amount of the content within the month and I'm not gonna lie, I do get where the anon is coming from to a certain degree, and I think they're hurt because there's so little representation in game and for it to be honed in on a character that isn't even canonically LGBT and makes up a massive chunk of the content as is must sting. There are Canon LGBT characters like Arjun, Elijah, Jake, Elisa, Marisol etc that are often sidelined or go wholly ignored for characters who are only LGBT through headcanon rather than actual content. It could've been a time for you to give them some love but obviously things went in a different direction. There's always a chance to do better and to perhaps rectify these mistakes further down the line, but the routine of ganging up on anybody who has an opinion that differs from yours then getting into this whole echo chamber of self victimisation does nothing and almost comes across as immature. Creative Writing is a medium that begets critique, and although you're all in a space where opinions align, there are people beyond it who see things differently and shouldn't be lambasted for it.

Nor should we be lambasted for writing about characters we like on our own fucking page, but here we are. Another person accusing us of being immature, or not 'comfortable' with writing about LGBT characters, or saying we need to do better, while anonymously asking on our page.

This has actually pissed me the fuck off now.

I'm not admitting shit, I'm not rectifying shit, I'm not apologising for shit, I'm not doing better on shit. Em and Bia can do what they want, but I'm too fucking old to put up with someone telling me which characters I can write about and when.

It's our fucking page, and we're dishing out content as fast as we fucking can. We did Bobby first because we know the most about him, you're right. He's the easiest to write for. The fact it coincided with Pride Month was a coincidence. If we'd started a month earlier, or a month later, no one would fucking care we'd picked him. And we have had a few of our close friends tell us how much they enjoyed the focus on Bobby during this month, while still churning out a stupid number of HC's, asks, and fics, as well as updating our own fanfics separately.

If you gave a shit about actually helping us, or even wanted to SUBMIT YOUR OWN FUCKING POSTS like @tammyisobsessedwith or @banirareiko did, you'd be GENUINELY FUCKING HELPING.

Not a writer? Submit a fucking ask. We're not even doing a character spotlight in July because of how fucking exhausted we all are.

We spotlighted bobby because HE'S THE MOST POPULAR CHARACTER and WE GET THE MOST ASKS FOR HIM. And SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO READ ABOUT HIM IN A M/M RELATIONSHIP

I'm not apologising for not doing enough. We have PRIORITISED LGBT asks during pride month as much as we could. We can't write six fics at once. We're doing far, far more than YOU are, anon.

Where's your fucking submission? Where's the fic you wrote during pride month? You're welcome to link it here. We'll reblog the shit out of it and sing your fucking praises.

Until then, go away.

Side note: I did not run this post past Em or Bia. So you want to come at me, come at me directly.

Em even said in her last post we weren't going to address these asks any more. But I'm fucking raging about this. How fucking dare you.

[dokifluffs]

Your Ex Wanting You Back | Ushijima, Bokuto, Kuroo

Pairing: Ushijima X Reader (gender neutral), Bokuto X Reader (gender neutral), Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) 

Genre: angsty, love

Request: “can i request a hc to your ex wanting you back while you’re with them..? for bokuto, kuroo, ushijima? tysm i love your writing” -anon

Author’s Note: omg I loved writing this sm and I added an angsty, bad relationship past with Y/N and the ex teheh. Thanks for requesting, anon! Hope you all enjoy!! 

Warnings: implementations of manipulation of money (Ushijima), Black mailing (Bokuto), and verbal abuse (Kuroo) ((Also, their names is not THEM doing that to y/n, it’s what their y/n experienced with their ex)) 

Ushijima: 

Arriving at the gym a bit early, you stood near the doors where the teams would be entering so you could wish Ushijima the best of luck

Though he didn’t really need it with his skill and raw strength but it was the thought that counts

The audience slowly began to take their seats, chatter filling up the spacious gym as the teams entered

You suddenly felt hands crawl up your sides, making a smile spread across your features

“Ush- you,” the smile faded when you turned around to find your ex instead of the loving boyfriend you were with

“Since you’re here, why don’t we catch up, hm?” He asked with his hands still on you, his fingers squeezing your side

This made you feel very uncomfortable since it brought up bitter memories you had with this guy

His lies came out as easy as breathing to him and it made you sick

The countless number of hours you wasted being with him, thinking he actually cared about you when all he cared about was using you for his own benefits

The cigarettes he was able to buy with the money he “borrowed”

All your emotions you thought you left behind you suddenly churned inside of you, making you feel sick seeing his face so close to your face once again

His Smokey breath right in your face

“Get off of me,” you demanded as you tried to pry his hands off of you but he was strong

It made you remember the grasp he had on you and how sour things ended between you two but it was for the best of course

“Don’t be like that, bab-“

“They said to stop.”

A strong latch was held onto his wrist forcing him to release you

“Hey, who do you-“ the words stopped from his lips as he turned around to look up, seeing the Ushijima

He looked down to him with his stoic eyes as well as his team looking from behind their captain with their piercing and intimidating eyes

Y/n protection squad has arrived

He knew exactly who this man before you was

Those nights he held you close in his arms to soothe you of your sadness and the pain he inflicted on you

Ushijima usually felt neutral to everyone but he was disgusted by him

“Don’t come near them again,” his voice low as his rumbled in his throat

With that said, the guy scrambled off and his team continued into the gym to follow their warm ups while Ushijima stayed behind

“Are you okay?” He asked placing a hand to your shoulder

“Yeah, thanks,” you gave him a relieved smile as you took his hand from your shoulder into yours

“Good luck today. Win another one,” you said as you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand

His lips pulled into a thin smile as he nodded before joining the rest of the team with their stretches

Bokuto (ft. Akaashi): 

The sun was hot as it beamed down on you and a few of the other managers from other teams as you all took your turns to fill up the water bottles for the teams

The gym felt hotter on the inside since there was poor air circulation and it didn’t mix well with five high school volleyball teams playing for almost the entire day

But it was all for the better to help their skills as players and bonds as a team

You chatted with the other managers about the teams until it was finally your turn to fill up the water bottles for your team, Fukurodani

“You guys don’t have to wait for me,” you said as you waved off to them as they carried their water caddies, bringing them back to the sweltering gym

As you turned, back toward the faucet, you were met with a sudden chest that made you fall back, knocking some of your bottles to the ground

“Y/N, what a coincidence to see you here,” the silky voice of your ex made chills run up your spine as he squatted down to your level

“You looks so cute with that expression on your face,” his hand holding your jaw with his sinful eyes looking into your eyes, taking in the shaken look over your features

You shook out of his grasp, picking up the water bottles all around you so you could fill up your bottles and be on your way

You could hear your heart racing in your chest and the cold feel of fear spreading in your chest making goosebumps rise over your skin in the heat

“Do you want to model again for me?” He asked dangerously close to your ear

“Please go away,” you moved away, trying your best to fill up the bottles

“Oh come on, those pictures I took of you were beautiful,” his voice sensual in your ears, it brought up all the shameful memories

How were you so naive you didn’t realize how wrong things were before it got so bad

“What do you think you’re doing here,” the sound of Bokuto’s voice pulled you out of the dark as he grabbed the guy’s shoulder from behind, forcefully pushing him away from you

The guy was rendered useless seeing Bokuto with Akaashi behind him knowing he wouldn’t win if he got into a fight

“I strongly suggest you leave,” Akaashi spoke straightforwardly

“Tch, whatever” he spit as he carried on his way, away from the three of you

You let out a visibly relieving sigh as you looked up to the sky to blink away the tears you felt stinging at your eyes

“I’m here,” Bokuto’s voice was much softer with you along with his touch as he took you into his arms despite how sweaty he was

But you didn’t care

He was the one in your life, not that revolting excuse of a human

Akaashi and Bokuto helped you finish filling the bottles and carried them back to the team, cheering you up by telling you the weird dance the Karasuno team as they chanted about meat for some reason

Kuroo (ft. Kenma): 

The sky was a beautiful mix of golds and rich oranges as the sun was on its journey to set beyond the horizon, making way for the early night

You walked with Kenma and Kuroo as the three of you walked to the convenience store for some drinks after their practice

You listened intently in the good atmosphere around with your best friends and your love, Kuroo as he told you about how funny Lev was when he failed syncing with Kenma’s sets

This got Kenma to sigh, going on a little tangent as he continued to walk and play on his device

Your bright laughter lifted their energy a bit more and Kuroo loved your laugh

It made it felt like nothing could go wrong in the world

You waited outside the store as the two went in to get drinks and you watched the horizon, taking a picture of the golden sunset, your eyes wide at the beauty of nature

“I see you’re still taking those stupid pictures,” the sound of scoffing was right in your ear

You flinched automatically away from the voice as you turned to see him again

And it suddenly felt like a wound was opening in your chest. A wound you thought closed when Kuroo helped mend it

How was he able to rip it open it easily

“Aw, don’t give me that look, Y/N. I’ve missed you,” he said as he slowly took steps toward you as you instinctively stepped backs the words you wanted to say to him stuck in your throat

But what did you want to say when he was always able to turn the words back to you, the venom rolling off his tongue

“Haven’t you missed me too?” He asked, his face dangerously close to yours as he backed you against a telephone pole on the side of the street, one arm over your head while his other tucked in his pocket

“I know you have,” he purred, smirking devilishly as the hand that was resting above your head cane down to stroke your face

“Don’t touch them,” Kuroo spoke with a sweet sound in his voice, a smile on his face but you could feel his anger

You had told him and called him countless times when you woke up at night cause of he words your ex had seared into your mind about you

All were false but words had a way with sticking

The hold he had on the guy’s hand was almost bone crushing as he controlled his temper around the guy who had hurt you so badly

He never wanted to see him and he never wanted to see you so sad

He wanted to see the smile you were able to show him after a long time

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do?” He mistakingly asked

“I’ll show you something to be scared of, you piece of trash,” Kuroo cursed as he squeezed the guy’s hand until his knuckles were white, his entire demeanor different as he sent a death glare at the guy

“Alright, alright,” he finally piped up, trying to hide the clear pain Kuroo was putting on his hand

Kuroo let him go and watched him go off, sending him a glare when he looked back, standing in front of you so he couldn’t even see you

“Let’s go home,” his aura lighter around you as he handed you a drink nonchalantly, holding you close with his arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else! 

Tags (send me an ask if you wanna be added): @yams046​ @mazey-chan​ @sunboikyo00​

[feifood]

Can I request hc for Matsun and Makki (separately) where the team are playing truth or dare and the boys were dared to kiss the one they like and they kiss the reader which is also their manager?

asdfjkdfhd yesyes ofc anon -- damn imagine playing truth or dare with any fictional character ........ THAT SOUNDS SO FUN PLS

OkAy anyways hope you like this hehe and have a good rest of the day !! 

Truth or Dare kiss:

Mattsun:

Mattsun thought playing truth or dare was a really stupid idea at first but then he hears that you’re joining and he’s just like oh word? COUNT ME IN

He sits beside you of course, totally by coincidence, he insists

Totally not because he’s had his eye on you for what felt like a million years 

The game’s kind of boring in his opinion, but then it’s Mattsun’s turn and MR MATCHMAKER OIKAWA GOES ‘mattsun kiss the person you like’

Makki and Iwaizumi’s eyes just widen instantly because they know exactly who Oikawa was referring to

You just kind of sit there a bit confused, but also kind of sad because you were just about to see your crush kiss someone else

But then you hear mattsun shift beside you and he’s staring right at you and you give him the look of ‘oh.. OH- OH ME?’

The room is very tense and a bit too silent for your liking

You can tell through mattsun’s glare that he’s silently asking you for consent, and you give him the tiniest nod that only he was able to tell

And then he leans in and akjdhfjhkdf kith kith very quick sweet lil peck

Oikawas smirking on the side he’s like yeah your welcome mattsun you better be giving me a thank you gift now

Iwaizumi and Makki take a breath of relief because if this didn’t work out all hell would’ve broke loose LOLOLOL 

Mattsun pulls away and he smiles at you before turning to Oikawa and he’s like ‘you are so done for’

Makki:

Makki was waiting for this moment asdjfhdjkhf 

He had this exact scenario as a ‘what if’ thought in the back of his mind

He didn’t actually think it was going to happen, but he found it kind of funny to just dream out from time to time

Also he finds truth or dare very entertaining so how could he say no

For Makki, it was Mattsun who dared him akjdfhkjdhfj

Mattsun sees the way you two look at each other, he’s tried convincing Makki countless times that you like him back, but Makki always denies it 

Matssun’s finally had enough and taken matters into his own hands

But he doesn’t expose Makki straight away, he tells Makki to kiss their manager

Very sly Mattsun, very very sly

Makki’s freaking out becuase um yes his dreams are coming true, but also he just can’t have this secret out, so he laughs a little bit and he’s like ‘alright let’s get this over with’

You’re kind of hurt from this, but you laugh it off with a little chuckle and turn to him anyways

THE LOOK HE GAVE YOU BEFORE HE KISSED YOU

It was so obvious to everyone in a 5 mile radius that he’s so entranced by you

AND THE KISS ITSELF - it was WAYY too special to just be a kiss for a dare

After you two pull away you’re just like damn makki so you had a thing for me this whole time?

And he was like u can tell??? Just genuinely confused that you were able to tell he liked u after literally seeing his eyes sparkle before kissing you

Mattsun starts groaning and he’s like ‘makki i literally TOLD YOU SOO MANY TIMES’

[notkageyamasprincess]

grocery shopping | miya atsumu x reader

request: Grocery shopping with Atsumu. You tell him to pick up some stuffs from the dairy counter(like cheese, milk, etc) but when you see him walking towards you, all he is holding is Family pack Ice creams in different flavours.💕😂 "But they were looking at me like 'pick us up', and so I did🥺", he explains. @nkogneatho

notes: hi dear, sorry this took so long, i was going to write headcannons or a drabble at most and then all sorts of funny ideas started popping up in my head. i included your req ofc but it’s not the main focus if that’s okay.

characters: pro vb player!miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/warnings: mostly crack tbh, fluff, very chaotic, y/n thinks she’s getting kidnapped and freaks, they take a ride on a grocery cart, y/n accidentally finds out her boss is a sugar mommy?,tsumu is a sweet boyfie

words: 1.5k

summary: you take atsumu with you on a shopping trip. chaos ensues.

It probably would have been a smarter choice to pick a day when the supermarket was less busy, but the fridge was almost empty and in dire need of replenishing. Today marks Day 3 of you and Atsumu’s new diet, one that he needs since he’s starting an intense conditioning regimen. You decided to participate as well in order to support him, and to get into the habit of eating healthier yourself.

You leave Atsumu’s side to take a basket, but he beats you to it, wheeling out a shopping cart instead. You tilt your head in puzzlement. “Atsumu, we’re not going to buy that much food, we’ll never finish it all.” He takes your wrist in one hand and starts steering the cart with the other. “You’ll see”

You stop at the fresh produce section, tossing an assortment of fruit and veggies in your trolley as Atsumu perks up beside you, getting an idea. “____, let’s get steak today so I can cook for you.” You raise an eyebrow, skeptical of his abilities. And for good reason. “‘Tsumu, you tried to make me breakfast two weeks ago and I don’t think those eggs were even edible.” He puts a hand on his hip and fakes a pout. “Babe, have some faith in me. ‘Samu might be the chef of the family, but trust me on this, I promise I’m not going to poison you.” Despite still being slightly suspicious, you decide not to question him.

You grab a few salad kits for good measure then pull out your phone to tick off your grocery list. “Bread, check, energy bars, check, produce, check, salad mix, check…okay, I think all that’s left is meat and dairy, let’s go get your steak.” You glance up when he didn’t answer. “‘Tsumu?” Your boyfriend has disappeared and so has the grocery cart.

You look for him in the meat aisle. Nothing. You look in the next aisle. Nothing. You’re about to send him a text when you suddenly feel a pair of hands seize you by waist, taking you away from the secure ground beneath your feet. Your life flashes before your eyes. Headlines of “Missing person, last seen at XX Mart” fills your mind. No way is this happening right now. I am NOT getting abducted in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded grocery store! I have to get help; I can’t go down without a fight.

You yelp while struggling in the hold of your attacker, furiously kicking at empty space. You see an old woman a little farther down the aisle. There’s hope. “Help! Somebod- ” you shriek in panic before a hand comes up to muffle your words. “____! Chill out, it’s me!” You still at the sound of your boyfriend. Too late. The elderly woman approaches you, swinging her cane and nearly whacks Atsumu in the shoulder. “Ma’am, ma’am! This is a misunderstanding, I’m her boyfriend,” he explains, fending her off. She slowly withdraws her cane and stares at you. “Is that true?” You meet her eyes, then mumble an affirmation, ducking your head shamefully. “Young women nowadays… back in my youth, I never would have dared to cause such a scene,” she tsks, glaring at you disapprovingly before she walks away. Oops.

Atsumu sets you down, eyeing you with furrowed brows. “____. Bro, what the fuck?” You can only smile sheepishly. “Sorry that I freaked out on you. I thought I was about to fall victim to human trafficking. But you know how scared I get when my mom sends me articles about girls getting kidnapped,” you point out, attempting to defend yourself. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I told you before, nothing will happen when you’re with me. Did you forget who you were? You’re ____, Miya Atsumu’s girl, and no one gets to mess with you.”

You instantly soften at his words but puff your cheeks out afterwards. “Hmph, well something could have happened just now, and it’d be all your fault for leaving me,” you accuse, pretending to sulk. He gestures at the security cameras. “There are cameras everywhere, not to mention this whole place is crawling with people. Besides, even if something were to happen, I would come for you. No one can touch Miya Atsumu’s girlfriend and get away with it.” He taps the handle of the cart. “Anyways, get in. This is why I insisted on taking this thing.”

“ You’re not serious. We’re too old for this, we can’t be doing things like riding shopping carts,” you reasoned. He rolls his eyes. “Bullshit, me and ‘Samu used to do this a lot and still do sometimes. And don’t lie to me, I know you want to, so get in before people come into aisle.” You bite your lip. He was right, so you don’t protest when he picks you up again and places you inside with your legs over the front. “Hold on tight.”

He puts one foot on the metal bar and pushes off the ground with the other, then hops on, propelling you forward, riding off the momentum. You clutch at the sides of the cart, feeling the air whip at your face, wind running through your hair. The two of you laugh in glee like children.

All was well until a woman’s back comes into view. Your eyes widen. “Baby, stop, we’re going to hit her!” He curses and immediately steps down, reducing the speed until the wheels squeak to a stop, just in time. You turn towards him to scold him. “I knew this was a bad idea; that was so dangerous! We could have hit this lady or even gotten hurt ourselves trying to avoid her!”

“Very fortunate that you didn’t, Miss ____,” says a voice. A very familiar voice. You twist your body back around, looking directly into the stern eyes of your manager. You take a moment, becoming conscious of your current state: hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, legs dangling over the edge of a shopping cart to top it all off. Is there a worse way to encounter your boss outside of work? You hastily straighten up. Well, straighten up the best you could in the situation. You smile nervously. “Ms. Wright! Wow, hi! What a coincidence seeing you here!” You notice a young man standing beside her. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a son. He’s really handsome, you must be proud,” you added. She purses her lips, clearly displeased. “Actually, Miss ____, he’s not my son, he’s my boyfriend. We have a busy agenda today. If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

Your face turns white as you process what just happened. The atmosphere is silent. Atsumu starts to push the cart, waiting until you make it to another aisle before bursting into laughter. “Miya! That was so not funny. I can’t believe that happened. First, she sees me in this state. Then, I mistake her boyfriend for her son? I even called him handsome! Oh my god, it’s really over for me.”

“Calm down, she said to see you at work, it’s fine. Plus, it’s not your fault you didn’t know she was a cougar. That sugar baby must be living the lif- ” You gasp and reach up to cover his mouth before he says anything else. “Shush, Atsumu! What if she’s still around? Yeah, I’m definitely going to see her on Monday…so she can fire me!” you groan. “Just get me out of this stupid cart so we can finish buying what we need, I just want to go home so I can curl up and scream into the blankets.” He smirks. “Oh, you want to scream in bed? No problem, leave that to me.” You slap his arm, and he feigns hurt.

While at the cash register, you realize that you forgot a few items. “Shit, ‘Tsumu, I forgot the butter and yoghurt. Can you quickly go grab those?” He nods. “Wait here, I’ll be fast.” A couple minutes pass and you grow worried, watching the employee scan the last of your groceries.

You finally see your boyfriend return with his arms full. Except, what he’s carrying are massive pints of ice cream. You cross your arms. “Atsumu. What did I just say? This doesn’t look like butter and yoghurt.”

He peers at you with puppy eyes. “Babe, you can’t blame me. They were calling out to me and begging to be picked up! Besides, I got both your favourite flavour and mine. We need this for movie night.”

“What about the diet?”

“It’s not a big deal. Also, you seem like you need this after what happened. And I feel like I might have been responsible for some of it. Just a bit.”

You sigh and pay for the ice cream. He’s got a point. Guess you’ll have to make another trip to the store tomorrow.

a/n: actually this is the first time i’m writing a crack fic, but i have crack hcs in my wips if anyone is curious! i’m not even sure if this is funny or nah lmaoo please let me know

[tessisawriter]

Invisible String, Part 1 (Colton Parayko)

Request: Can you write an imagine where the reader is John Krasinski’s [niece] but she’s dating Colton Parayko and like she has to breaks the news and John acts mad or something and scares them but then he says he’s joking and he’s fine with it? Thanks

***NOTE***: I changed some details in the last scene b/c I moved the timeline up from October 7 to September 14.

A/N: I’m back! The protagonist is an OC but I decided to call her Y/N instead of giving her an actual name b/c John Krasinski has nieces and/or nephews irl. I already planned the entire plot but idk whether the series will be 2 or 3 parts—I’ll post an update when I know more. This series takes place from March 2018 to June 2019 and is loosely based on Taylor Swift’s “Invisible String.” Here is the playlist.

Warnings: Six swear words, rough breakup, alcohol, loneliness & homesickness

Word Count: 3.4k

March 21, 2018

You were impervious to the mix of pitying and derisive glances from passersby as you sat on the curb. You knew you looked like a cliché, crying in front of a restaurant because your boyfriend broke up with you on your 22nd birthday, but you didn’t care. One question gnawed at you: how had six words upended your seemingly perfect day and relationship?

Your brain was buzzing with activity, wondering if Max had given you any clues that something was amiss. This morning, you woke up in his Cambridge apartment to him singing “Happy Birthday” while kneeling at the side of the bed. As soon as Max finished singing, he kissed you before grabbing his backpack and hurrying out of the room. That didn’t mean anything, though: Max was one of the only seniors to have the misfortune of taking all morning classes because his major was Theater, Dance, and Media. He was also (as usual) running late.

The rest of the day unfolded like any other Wednesday as you followed your schedule of lounging in bed, studying for an hour, going to the sandwich shop across the street for lunch, and heading to campus at 1PM for your classes. Afterwards, you went back to the apartment to find Max waiting there, already dressed for dinner. You quickly showered, curled your long (Y/HC) hair, and changed into a dark green dress and black booties before taking his hand and going to an Italian restaurant in Boston’s North End.

There were no warning signs at dinner, either. In fact, everything was perfect until you were waiting for the check and Max said with a detached look in his eyes, “I think we should break up.”

You didn’t want to relive what happened next, but the images of you acting like Elle Woods when Warner broke up with her in Legally Blonde popped into your head unbidden. You closed your eyes in humiliation and shame as you remembered Max, the man you dated for three years, abandoning you at the table and fleeing the restaurant. The other customers stared at you, some sympathetic, others scandalized, and the rest in pure shock.

You snapped out of the flashback when you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to find a young man with blonde hair and black rimmed glasses squatting next to you on the curb.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

The panic faded as you took in the man’s features. He was definitely in his 20s, probably a few years older than you, and his blue eyes were filled with concern. Something about that concern, though, made you snap.

“Do I look like I’m okay? I mean, come on, look at me!” you demanded while pointing at your face, which you (correctly) assumed had giant black streaks of mascara on it.

You fully expected the man to walk away and leave you be, but he sat down on the curb instead and said, “My bad, that was a stupid question. I’ve got some tissues if you want them?”

That made your attitude soften. He was only trying to help, so you nodded and he handed you a pack of tissues from his pocket. You smiled at him, took the tissues, and wiped your eyes and face. As soon as you were satisfied that they were clean, you broke the silence. “Thank you…?”

“Colton, and it’s no problem. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You held out your hand for him to shake, which he did. After a pause, you asked: “Why did you stop? Surely you have somewhere better to be tonight.”

He chuckled, and the sound of it made your heart flutter. “I was just heading back to my hotel when I saw you, and I figured I’d stop and make sure you get home safe. That is, assuming you live here?”

“Yeah, I live in Cambridge.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized they were no longer true, so you amended your statement. “Well, I lived in Cambridge until about 15 minutes ago when my now ex-boyfriend dumped me. On my fucking birthday.”

“Shit, that sucks. I’m really sorry.” He paused before adding, “I’m assuming he isn’t here.”

“Nope. He hightailed it out of the restaurant as soon as he got his credit card back.”

Colton shook his head. “What a jackass.”

“I know, right? I wasted three whole years with someone who not only broke up with me in a very public setting on my birthday, but also couldn’t be bothered to ask where I would go! He probably assumed I’d go to my parents’ house, but still.”

“Your parents live here?” Colton asked as he fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it.

“Yeah, right by Boston Common, why?”

“I’ll get an Uber and drop you off before going back to the hotel.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” you protested while going through your bag for your phone. “We just met! I’ll pay.”

“Nonsense. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Let me take care of it.”

You stared into Colton’s eyes and realized he wasn’t going to back down. It took everything in you to suppress your pride, thank him, and provide the address. Colton typed it into his phone, waited for a moment, and said, “The closest one is around the block.”

“That’s good.” Your burst of energy dissipated as quickly as it came, and you fell silent. From the corner of your eye, you saw Colton open his mouth as if to say something before the headlights of a car momentarily blinded you.

“That’s the Uber.” Colton stood up and offered his hand, and you took it. You couldn’t help but notice how well they fit together as he pulled you up and off the curb, but after regaining your balance, something else grabbed your attention: his height.

“Gee, how tall are you? No one’s ever made me feel like a dwarf before,” you joked as he led you to the car, your hands still intertwined.

He chuckled and opened the door for you. You let go of his hand and slid into the car. After Colton slid in next to you and shut the door, he replied, “I’m 6’6” and no one’s ever made me feel like I’m not a giant before. You’re what, 5’10”?”

“6 feet, actually,” you corrected him. “So, where are you from, Colton?”

“St. Albert; it’s just outside Edmonton in Canada, but I’ve been in the States for a while. I went to the University of Alaska in Fairbanks before moving to, uh, St. Louis.”

You noticed Colton’s hesitancy and the fact that he lowered his voice when saying “St. Louis,” and you were about to ask why when you thought better of it. You were protective of your privacy, too, especially whenever people commented about how funny it was that you shared the same last name as John Krasinski. It wasn’t a coincidence—he was your uncle, and the two of you were extremely close—but you went along with it and never corrected them because it wasn’t their business. So, you let it go. “And what brings you to Boston?”

“Work,” he said before changing the subject. “What do you do? Are you still in school or—”

“I’m a senior at Harvard,” you cut him off. You generally didn’t drop the “H-bomb,” as you and your friends called it, with people you didn’t know well, but this was a special case. Colton just confirmed he was hiding something, and after looking at him in better lighting, his face seemed familiar, which weirded you out. You had to get back on equal footing, and the H-bomb almost always unsettled people.

“Wow, you must be really smart,” Colton said, seeming impressed but unphased. You couldn’t help yourself from raising an eyebrow as he asked, “What’s your major?”

“Government. What was yours?”

“Business administration.”

“Ah.” You fell silent again, this time on purpose, as you racked your brain for where you might have crossed paths with Colton. He wasn’t from Boston, not even close, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d seen him before, and recently.

Colton didn’t let you ruminate for long before reviving the conversation. “What do you want to do when you graduate?”

“I’ll be a lawyer one day, but I have to be a paralegal first. I’m looking for jobs right now.”

Before Colton could reply, the car came to a stop. You looked out the window and saw your parents’ townhouse and your childhood home.Your time in the car had flown by, a sensation you rarely, if ever, experienced. And there was something between you and Colton, a connection you couldn’t quite describe, that made you want to spend more time with him. But your time was up. “This is me. It was nice to meet you, Colton, and thanks again for the ride—I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem,” he replied. “I’m glad I found you.”

You were overwhelmed by an intense desire to ask for his number. If only he lived in Boston or somewhere in the Northeast. But he lived in St. Louis, so you moved to open the door, only to feel Colton’s hand wrap around yours and hear him say: “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You turned around and locked eyes with him. It was like being in a trance, and your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

It felt like years, but it was more like a few moments before Colton let go of your hand. “Good luck with the search. I’m sure you’ll find a good job.”

You wanted to let out a sigh of disappointment, but you just said, “Thanks,” and smiled at him before getting out of the car.

***************

The smell of bacon finally lured you out of your bed at noon the next day.

It had been a rough night. The reality of the breakup hit you like a ton of bricks when you rang the doorbell and all but collapsed in your mom’s arms when she answered the door. She brought you over to the couch, where your dad was waiting anxiously. As soon as you sat down, you grabbed your mom and cried for an hour straight as she held you and stroked your hair. You knew Max wasn’t worth your tears, but it had more to do with you. Despite his major, he wasn’t that good of an actor, and yet, he fooled you into thinking he could be your person. You took immense pride in your instincts, but they failed you with Max. How could you have possibly fallen in love with such a heartless person? More terrifying, would you have ended up marrying him a few years down the road if he hadn’t broken up with you?

You didn’t know the answer to either question, so you stopped crying and began venting about how the breakup went down. Your dad almost hit the ceiling after hearing that Max left you at the restaurant, and you had to talk him out of driving to Cambridge to “give that little shit a piece of my mind!” That wasn’t to say you weren’t thinking about revenge, but your dad potentially getting arrested was not helpful. After that, you started crying again, only this time out of frustration, and didn’t stop until you practically passed out on the couch. The last thing you remembered was your parents guiding you up the stairs to your bed.

Thankfully, you had no classes on Thursdays, so you were able to sleep in and be, if nothing else, well-rested. Your stomach rumbled when you smelled the bacon, so you got out of bed and made your way down the stairs to the kitchen, where your parents were sitting at the table and watching the television.

“Ugh, why are you watching the news?” you said as a way of greeting while making a beeline for the bacon.

“Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” your dad replied. “I’m waiting for the sports report. I missed the game last night and Uncle John wouldn’t tell me the score. He said he’s sorry about, I quote, ‘the scumbag’ and he’ll call you tonight.”

“God, I miss him. And you,” you addressed your mom as you shoveled a load of bacon onto your plate, “are the best.”

“See, honey? I knew bacon would cheer her up,” she said to your dad.

“I didn’t doubt it. Y/N, we have to figure out a time to get your stuff from that piece of shit’s apartment. I’m not letting you go by yourself, but do you want to let him know ahead of time or just show up?”

“Who did the B’s play?” you sat down at the table and changed the subject immediately. You didn’t care about sports, but your dad and Uncle John were major Bruins fans and the mere mention of Max gave you a headache.

“The Blues.”

“Where do they play again?” you asked as you ate your bacon. It had to be a team from the Western Conference, but the only teams you knew there were the Canucks and Blackhawks because they were on your dad’s shit list.

“St. Louis.”

You almost choked on your food. “What?”

“St. Louis, sweetie. You know, the Gateway Arch—”

“Yeah, I know, Mom,” you recovered. “That’s the team Jenna likes, right, Dad?”

“Yes. Shh, here it is!” He didn’t need to tell you twice; you doubted Colton was a professional hockey player, but your curiosity won out as you intently watched the television.

The score flashed on the screen—an OT loss for the Bruins—and your dad groaned. “Ugh, I’ve got to turn this garbage off.”

And suddenly, a few Blues players, including one that looked awfully similar to Colton (albeit without glasses), flashed onto the screen. You didn’t get a good enough look at him to be sure, though, because your dad changed the channel. You let out a noise of frustration.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” your mom asked, and your dad looked like he had the same question when he turned away from the television.

“I’ll text the scumbag and tell him I’m coming this afternoon, if that’s okay with you, Dad,” you said. “I want to get it over with and besides, I need my laptop and textbooks.”

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. The office doesn’t need me today, anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back; my phone’s upstairs,” you called out behind you as you raced back up the stairs. You did not want to text Max, but it was better than telling your dad that the man he praised for making sure you got home last night was potentially part of the team responsible for his beloved Bruins’ loss.

You locked your bedroom door and grabbed your phone to pull up Google and the St. Louis Blues roster. Part of you thought there was no way a professional hockey player actually cared enough to bring you home, but the Blues being in town and one of its members resembling Colton were too many coincidences for your liking. You tapped your foot impatiently as the phone loaded the roster, and you scrolled through the list until you found a name of interest.

“C. Parayko, 55, R, 6’6’’…”

It cut off after that, so you scrolled sideways to see the other information. It left you without a shadow of doubt, but you clicked on the name anyway to view a picture. Colton’s headshot and full first name stared back at you as if they were looking into your soul.

It really was him. You had to have seen him on the little television at the sandwich shop’s register yesterday.

But what did this information mean for you, really, besides discovering his identity? It was nice to know his full name because it confirmed that he was a real person instead of a delusion your reeling mind made up, but it didn’t change one important fact: you lived in Boston and he lived in St. Louis. Barring a radical change in one of your lives, which you didn’t see happening, that was the reality of the situation. It was time to stop dreaming and confront your immediate future.

You pulled up Max’s number and began composing the text which, after several drafts, read: “I’ll be at the apartment today from 3 to 5. My dad’s coming with me, so make yourself scarce. I want my shit back.”

***************

6 months later: September 14, 2018

You were miserable only two weeks after relocating to St. Louis.

It was funny how one phone call could completely change someone’s life. In your case, said phone call involved an extremely attractive job offer with a clear path for advancement within one year. The offers you had received from legal firms in Boston, New York, D.C., and Philadelphia were underwhelming, to say the least, and you were only a week away from graduation. You had already endured a lot of change this year, so why not one more?

After nearly giving your parents a heart attack but ultimately receiving their blessing, you accepted the offer and moved to St. Louis on September 1st. Uncle John had been especially supportive, enlisting Jenna (known by the rest of the world as Pam from The Office) to fly out from L.A. and show you around the city last week. She made sure you knew the ins and outs of the city, which you really appreciated. You also loved your job. You were doing important work every day, and your boss was already hinting at giving you the promotion you wanted. 

So, why were you unhappy? It was your social life, or rather, lack of one. You didn’t know anyone in St. Louis, and while your coworkers weren’t mean, they didn’t make you feel welcome, either.

That seemed to have changed earlier today when two of your desk neighbors who were around your age, Harper and Ellie, invited you out for drinks after work. You couldn’t have been happier. You went home after work, did your hair and makeup, put on your favorite royal blue mini dress, and met them at the dive bar you recommended. You were so excited on the way over that you could barely sit still; maybe you’d make friends with these girls and finally feel like you fit in in this city.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Harper and Ellie abandoned you within less than five minutes after two guys came over and asked them to dance. You were now sitting at the bar alone, nursing a cocktail and despairing over your situation.

It was times like these when you thought about Colton. It had been six months since you’d met him in Boston, and you didn’t want to risk looking like a lunatic by slipping into his DMs on Instagram, but you were getting desperate. It was bad enough that being from the Northeast made you stick out like a sore thumb, but the loneliness was eating you alive, and the combination made you feel unmoored. Maybe a familiar and friendly face could change that.

As if God had answered your prayers, you heard a commotion near the entrance. You swiveled your stool in that direction and saw a group of tall, good-looking men in their 20s entering the bar. The tallest one had blonde hair and black rimmed glasses.

It was Colton.

Your brain screamed at you to look away and approach him after he settled in, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he laughed at something one of his friends said. It was as if he felt your stare because he suddenly looked in your direction and appeared to gasp.

It was only then that you turned away and faced the bar, drinking the rest of your cocktail in a few gulps. You were so embarrassed; he probably thought you were a stalker or something. You were about to flag down the bartender for another drink when you felt that familiar large hand rest on your shoulder.

You turned your head and found Colton staring at you, his blue eyes full of incredulity and…happiness?

“Y/N. It’s really you,” he breathed.

[memoriashell]

with age comes wisdom ( or at the very least, entirely unneccessary celebrations )

Characters /  Pairing: Fukawa Touko / Naegi Komaru ( focused ), Syo / Komaru, Warriors of Hope

crossposted on ao3

Notes: happy @tokomaruweek week everyone!! i love these funky wlw so i am going to try and have some stuff up this week, but i probably won’t manage to do the whole week / i'll go back to do the ones i miss afterwards? we’ll see.

for today i decided to combine the birthdays + warriors of hope prompts.

i’m also just ignoring canon’s timeline bc god knows i did not want to figure out that bs sorry dr3 ily but i dont love you that much just know it is somewhere post sdr2 / pre dr3 probably?

i also use they/them for syo ( nonbinary hc ) and while there aren’t any specific trauma mentions, given the group of characters this revolves around, there’s refrences to the fact they have shit lives. and some lighthearted murder jokes and self-deprication?

Summary: nothing says happy birthday quite like babysitting her ( favorite ) group of brats

It’s just her luck that this would happen— a coincidence for sure, but that doesn’t make Touko any happier about the whole thing.

This is the situation: they don’t usually see the ( former ) Warriors of Hope much. The kids stay on their side of Towa, and her and Komaru tend to stick closer to the adults. The adults are the ones that need to be kept under supervision, in her opinion. Not that the kids are blameless, but is there much reasoning with brainwashed kids? No. Of course not. Are the adults also practically brainwashed and hard to reason with. Yes. Would this all be easier if Future Foundation was involved? Yes. Yes it would, but for obvious reasons they are not ( they have all agreed to omit some information from public record for the sake of those involved, and right now Naegi’s stunt with the Remnants have Future Foundation’s attention away from them ).

Sometimes Komaru takes some of the things that they get over to the kids because things are rough enough as it is, and Syo will go with her because they can keep the Monokuma off their tracks better. Or you know, because Syo is generally more helpful to Komaru when it comes to things like that. She’s not jealous.

Allegedly— Touko does not know this for a fact herself since she hadn’t been fronting, and only learns this second hand while she is in the middle of typing up a report to send back to the foundation— Kotoko is the one to bring it up, casually handing off some of her share of the cookies Komaru had made for them, to Jataro. An early birthday present, she had said ( pointedly ignoring Nagisa, who’d pointed out she had given Jataro the ones he hated ), before turning to Komaru to ask if they could throw a party. A small one. With no murder, because that would be ‘totally not adorbs’. And no adults, because they stink ( it goes unsaid that Komaru and Touko themselves are the clear exception to this rule, which is some kind of progress, supposedly ).

That seemed like a fairly reasonable request, according to Komaru, who’s only response was to ask when his birthday was. And then accidentally lets it slip that hey, that’s the week that Touko-chan’s birthday is! And that’s how Touko finds out that apparently, she’s having a joint birthday party with the kids because Masaru managed to turn a party into a competition, somehow? Touko has no clue what that actually entails, because Komaru refuses to elaborate.

( Also, at one point before leaving, Komaru had tried asking Jataro if there was anything she could get him; to which he’d remarked, “A new mask?”

...Yeah, Touko can’t blame her for not knowing what to say to that, even if Komaru had spun it as not the most self-deprecating thing he could have said, which was an improvement? She personally disagrees, but whatever )

Here, she should point out the obvious fact that she does not want to really celebrate her birthday, let alone have a party for it. Because those kind of things lean so far into the zone of things Touko doesn’t really know how to handle, that it makes her close to uncomfortable. And if— if she had humored herself in imagining how she would ideally spend her birthday this year; quite frankly, it would be very quiet and boring and only with Komaru. Not with a group of ten year olds. Ten year olds that she might think of rather fondly, but ten year old brats all the same.

( It’s not like she has any alive friends: if Touko acknowledges the other survivors, justifiably they are too busy with more important matters to fuss over a birthday. They aren’t kids anymore. Some of them hadn’t ever really been like normal kids to begin with, but that’s besides the point )

“Look at the bright side,” She starts, and she bites back a snide what bright side and remark about how that’s all Komaru’s good at ( it’s not. She’s more talented than she gives herself credit for ). “None of you probably have really positive memories when it comes to birthdays or parties, so even if it isn’t the greatest, at least the bar to please should be pretty easy to clear!”

Touko thinks she probably gets the point she is trying to make here, but Komaru’s complete and utter lack of tact doesn’t make for the best delivery. “Are you trying to...to make me feel bad? S-So sorry my life was complete sh-shit growing up.”

“No! That’s not what I meant at all!” Komaru pouts at her. “Does that mean you’re not interested in having a party?”

It’s not like she’s so cold-hearted and selfish that she’s going to say no to that. Well, no, that’s not quite true, Touko might be just that; but it doesn’t really matter either way, because Komaru gives her best kicked dog impression, so she says ( a less than enthusiastic ) no, she doesn’t mind, yes you can have a party; even if she thinks she’ll probably regret that choice.

Okay, if you are to be honest with herself, some part of Touko that never got to be a normal child doesn’t entirely mind the thought of a party, even if it’s...not the most ideal scenario, the impractical fantasy situation that lives in her head. But if she says that aloud, Komaru will either take it too seriously, use it as an excuse to celebrate things more often, or something else that probably has consequences that she doesn’t want to think about. And also admittedly because if she says it aloud, she has to acknowledge it, and maybe she doesn't want to get her hopes up over something as stupid as a party.

( There’s also the fact that, deep in her extremely repressed memories of Hope’s Peak before the tragedy, she does remember parties. Birthdays. Celebrating things with her classmates, if somewhat forcibly so. She has no desire to remember those things, so those feelings remain repressed with most of her trauma )

It’s easy to not acknowledge any of that when she has to deal with the sudden onslaught of a headache that is Syo forcing themselves into their shared headspace, hand rubbing at her temples. Not trying to co-front, she can tell they aren’t trying to snatch control from her ( for now ), just forcing her to pay attention to them. It works, even though Touko has told them to not do this specifically because of how irritating it is for her.

I could scare the kids into cooperating? It’ll save us a headache and a half! Syo offers, maybe too eagerly. Their ideas of scare and cooperate are probably different from her own. Still. She also knows Syo is aware of more than they are letting on, given that they had been present when this conversation had occurred, but she doesn’t think she’ll get much out of them in that regard.

No. Touko tells them firmly. It’ll be counterproductive, Komaru won’t let you do that, and they’re all traumatized enough without you adding to that.

Boo, you sure about that? Consider it a birthday gift from me!

No. She repeats herself sternly, and she feels them withdraw a bit after that. Ugh, Syo hasn’t had a chance to front much recently, now that she thinks about it. Since they usually only take over when she’s in danger, and she hasn’t really been in ( as much ) danger now that things are starting to calm down. Well, relatively speaking. Syo is probably just looking for an excuse to be allowed to front, since it’s probably rough going from being very present to rarely getting the chance to be out: akin to going cold turkey on an addiction. That’s not exactly her fault ( or theirs ), but maybe she’ll ask Komaru if she’d be okay with hanging out with Syo more, if only to placate them a little, before they try something more drastic.

“Everything okay? That was Syo, right?” She hears Komaru ask after a few minutes, and Touko rubs her eyes and blinks. “You looked a little frustrated.”

She considers telling her the truth, but no point in getting her concerned over nothing. She’d like to figure out what she wants to negotiate with Syo firstm so she’ll leave that conversation for another time. “Fine. They just...ugh, just wanted to make sure I was okay with it.”

“And you are okay with it, right? You aren’t agreeing just because I asked?” Touko thinks she begged more than she asked, but she’s pretty sure Komaru will only sulk if she brings that up.

“I wouldn’t let you if, if I was really opposed to it.” Probably. She...trusted Komaru, or something like that, so she figures she’d probably be more honest with herself and not mentally torture herself by putting herself through something she has no interest in. “But...what are you even planning on doing to celebrate? I can’t im-imagine we’ve really got much around here that we can use for a party.”

“Ah. Uhm.” Komaru looks a little embarrassed at that. “About that. I was kind of hoping you and Syo might help pitch in. You don’t mind, right?”

You’re hopeless, she wants to mutter, but—

Yeah!!!! Syo wakes right back up upon being mentioned, no sense of self awareness at all, much to your annoyance, but it’s not like you completely disagree with the feeling that is shared between you two.

“You— You really bit off more than you could chew, hm...? Good thing this wasn’t supposed t-t-to be a surprise.” She quips, leaning over to peer at the paper she’d been making her notes on. “We’ll help, just tell us what we...what we need to do.”

“Thank you, Touko-chan! And Syo too!” Komaru sounds somewhere mixed between grateful and relieved, and casually plants a kiss on her cheek as if it’s no big deal—

She said my name last, so the kiss was for me! She knows Syo is intentionally trying to provoke her and get a rise out of her ( yeah, a rising sense of jealousy ), but puts that aside for the time being because Komaru’s blabbering on like nothing happened.

“I know we probably won’t have the whole day to ourselves to do whatever—” Correctomundo, Dekomaru! “— but I’ll make it up to you on your birthday, okay? We’ll do something that you want.”

“You don't...there’s no need for that.” She forces out between gritted teeth, trying to ignore the flustered feeling in the pit of her stomach, chewing around a fingernail ( what an unattractive sight to follow that ). “Because— ugh, don’t repeat th-this, okay? What I want to do is spend time with...with you. That’s all. So don’t go...you don’t need to go out of your way trying to do s-s-something over the top. Stick to being normal.”

“Really? You’re sure?” Komaru sounds a little uncertain, but happy enough to pull her into a hug, despite her grumbled complaint. “Oh, but Syo has their own birthday, don’t they? So I should probably ask them what they want as well, right?”

“Don’t make me repeat m-myself. It’s embarrassing...” Touko huffs, but lets herself be held against her side, just for a moment. It’s nice, though she won’t admit it ( it is better than any real gift that she could receive ). Syo is kind enough to back off long enough to let her have this moment. “You can ask them later— focus on, on what you need to plan.”

By something short of a miracle, they are able to pull together a party that is not a complete disaster, even if Komaru probably has a point when she says the bar to clear is a pretty low standard for all parties involved. The closest she has to an actual concern is the very narrowly avoided fight that almost breaks out when Masaru and Kotoko fight over which one of them should give their present first— which is apparently the competitive aspect of the party? It’s probably meant to be heartwarming, if it were not such a foreign thing to Touko. Which Nagisa is quick to put an end to: because this is how they would treat Monaca, which is not inherently healthy, and she’s glad that at least one of them can recognize that fact now. Jataro spends the entirety of the fight trying to hide behind her long skirt and, relatable kid, and rubs the top of his head while Komaru tries to both scold them for fighting and appease them because they’re, well. Kids. Who still need to learn some things and have time to unlearn things.

So yeah, it’s a good party— for not being on her actual birthday, she’ll consider it one of the better memories Touko has associated with the day. The start of many, she’d like to hope.

[leotssukinaga]

Paper Hearts

Shirabu Kenjirou x Reader

Anon requested:  🔢 number 50 for one of your faves? Prompt #50: Paper hearts. Word Count: 1593 A/N: I’ve been deliberating on who to write this for for a week and this morning while writing my Shirabu hcs inspiration finally struck. Writing this fr brought me out of a bpd spiral, too. His power. Thank you for the request, nonnie! I hope you enjoy it! (theres a good chance Semi is ooc I did absolutely no research on him. pulled his characterisation outta my ass n said ‘thats good enough!’ *shrug*.)

Another paper heart flutters to the floor. You don't notice this one. Kenjirou does, though. He notices everything about you, including the fact that for the last week you've been struggling to pay attention in class, too busy staring at the tiny, heart-shaped scraps of coloured paper. He wonders who's giving them to you. He wishes it had been him. Some of them have notes scribbled on them, some are blank. You seem particularly fond of certain ones, he notices as they get more crumpled over the course of the week. There's at least 15 different ones, he's counted. He's been struggling to pay attention in class too. It's not the hearts that distract him. It's you. It's the wistful smile on your face as you stare at them, the way you rub your thumb over the words. He hates that you're thinking of someone else like that, rather than him. On the way out of the classroom, he picks up the one you didn't notice. Reading it turns out to be a mistake. He doesn't know why he keeps it.

Another week passes, and more hearts appear in front of you. He's sick of seeing them, sick of knowing your affections belong to someone else. Do you even know his name? Probably not and that just pisses him off even more. He's having to force himself to focus on things now, because all he thinks about is you and those stupid hearts. It probably doesn't help that the one he picked up is still on his desk. Why does he still have it? Why did he pick it up at all?

On the third week, he walks into class to see a paper heart on his desk. He'd have assumed you dropped it, but it's very deliberately placed. He reads it as he sits down. All it says is "Hi." but it makes his heart flutter. It shouldn't. There no proof you even gave it to him. Plenty of people give out paper hearts. There's another the next day, but this one is blank. Did the sender simply get too shy to write a note? He slips it in the front of his notebook nonetheless, and he finds his gaze on the back of your head more than usual that day. 

It continues like this for a while; he'll come into class every day to a new heart. Some days he has more than one, some days he'd come back from lunch to another. All are blank except for the first, and you've still never glanced his way. By now, he's all but convinced they aren't from you. He keeps them, anyway. "Hey, what's up with you?" "Pardon?" He stares at Semi expectantly. "You're off your game recently." "It doesn’t matter." "We all know you're an overachiever, but you've been shit at volleyball these past few weeks and you don't seem to care. Which means somethings up, and I care about my teammates. So what's your problem?" "Its nothing." He turns to stalk away, scowling as usual, but Semi grabs the back of his shirt. "What's their name?" "What? It's not-! I don't want to talk about it, please let go." "I'm not letting go until you spill." "I hate that you assumed I was hung up over someone." "Was I right?" ".... Damn." "I've seen my fair share of love-struck idiots, Shirabu. Tell me what's wrong." "I don't know. It's confusing. I- I don't like the way they make me feel." "Like your heart wants you to run a marathon but you've got legs made of lead and your lungs are filling with water?" "That's- that's exactly it, yeah." "You've got it bad. Did you tell them?" Kenjirou scoffs. "Please, I doubt they even know my name. But that's not even the issue. They've been getting these little heart-shaped pieces of paper recently- which is really fucking distracting-" "Language." "Sorry.  It's so distracting watching them fiddle with them in class when I'm right there and they've never even looked at me. And if that wasn't enough, 2 weeks ago I started getting them. And I know it's just a coincidence but-" "What if it's not?" Semi interrupts. "I'm sorry?" "Hear me out. What if they haven't been receiving them, but they've been making them for you all this time and only just worked up the courage to give them to you?" "I don't- that's probably not it." "Do the hearts say anything?" "The first one said 'hi' but none of the others have." "Did you check both sides?" “Oh."....No." "Aw, come on Shirabu, I thought you were smart." "I am! Just- I don't know how these things work!" Semi lets out a laugh at his kouhai's incredulous expression. "Go check both sides. If they're really blank, we'll find a solution. If they're not- talk to them." "Thanks, Semi." The setter nods, finally letting go of his shirt, and walks away. Had he really not thought to check both sides? God, it was like you'd taken his brain as well as his heart. 

When he arrives at his dorm that evening, he pulls the small box he'd been putting the hearts in from the drawer in his desk, and begins to search them. Semi had been right, of course. He doesn't even notice he's holding his breath as he reads them. He'd stored them in the order you'd given them to him, and he starts with the second one. It's pastel blue, and you must have used a scalpel rather than scissors, because the edges are perfect. Either that, or everything you do is perfect no matter the odds. That wouldn't surprise him. "You're cute." "I mean, you probably know that but" "Sorry I ran out of room on that one" "that one too... my point is that you're cute!" "Its distracting, actually." "But- I really admire your work ethic." "And your concentration." "I don't have the best attention span." "I don't think you're reading these." "You're not, are you?" "Ouch. I'm gonna keep writing them anyway." "If you're not reading these I can tell the truth." "We've spoken twice." "I can recall every word you've ever said to me." "You're a little grumpy and mean sometimes." "But that's endearing and I hate you for it." "You probably don't even know my name." "But I know yours. Wanna know mine?" "It's L/N Y/N." "I'm L/N Y/N and I think I'm in love with you." "How stupid is that? Being in love with a boy you've met twice?" "I'm crazy, right?" "I'm so glad you don't read these." "If you ever do read them, though..." "Could you tell me how you feel about me?" "Even if you hate me. I wanna know."  The last one, the one he'd received today, has a simple question written on it, completely irrelevant to all of the others. "You play volleyball, right?" He decides that’s a good jumping-off point.The next day, he gets to class 10 minutes early, and waits. He practically jumps out of his seat when you walk in, all the other people in the room completely put out of his mind. "L/N!" "Sh-Shirabu?" "Hi... I uh- I just...I wanted to tell you that I do. Uh- play volleyball, I mean." "You read them?" He's not sure whether it’s anxiety or glee that’s more prevalent in your expression, but both are certainly playing a part. "Yeah! I wasn't not reading them on purpose, I uh... I didn't think to turn them over." A giggle escapes you, sweet and melodic and he could kissed you right now, but he doesn’t. Your expression switches from amusement to concern in a heartbeat. "I said... A lot of personal things in them. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." "No! You could ne- Actually, a lot of what you said is... I've been thinking the same things." "You have?" "Yeah. D'you think maybe we could... you know..." "Date?" "Yeah, that." "You're not the best with people, are you?" "Not really." "That's okay, neither am I." A soft kiss pressed against his cheek almost has him falling apart at the seams. He is so comically in love with you. "I'd love to date you, Shirabu." "Call me Kenjirou." "As long as you call me Y/N." "Of course. Could you- Can i ask something of you?" "Name it, Kenjirou." God, that sounds so beautiful from your mouth. It’s as if you've breathed new life into the name he'd thought nothing of for years; as if you've revived it into something perfect. "Don't stop writing me notes?" Somehow, your smile is brighter than anything he's ever seen, dimming the light streaming through the window and throwing everything but you into shadow. He doesn't mind, you're all he wanted to look at anyway. "As long as you read them this time." When the two of you are distracted in class that day, it's not some colourful scraps of paper that steal your concentration. It’s the glances you give each other and the soft smiles sent back and forth. 

Years down the line, he'll pull a nondescript box out of a cupboard and open it to hundred of small paper hearts. He’ll laugh at the sudden nostalgia and call you into the room, and the two of you will put aside your plans for the night to read them together, reminiscing on your high school years, more in love with every second that passes. For now, though, he's just happy to bask in the warmth of your smile. And you're just happy being his.

[milks-writings]

Hey hey heyy! 👋🏻 Can I request a hcs with Kuroo, Akaashi, Hajime, Suga, and Kenma where the reader (she) is a spy and so are they but the reader is tasked to kill them yet they have feelings for the reader? can it be angst to fluff? 😊 Thank youu have a nice dayy! ❤️

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Tetsurō Kuroo x Fem!Reader;  Keiji Akaashi x Fem!Reader;   Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader;   Kōshi Sugawara x Fem!Reader;   Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing, mention of murder, mention of blood

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: This is the shit I wanted to get into my inbox after opening my requests again 🥴✌🏻

Thank you bub for sending this request in, I hope you have a great day too! ❤

These are not really good but yeah----

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Headcanons:

Kuroo, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, and Kozume spying on the Fem!Reader and needing to kill her, but they catch feelings for her:

KUROO:

Ok ok I am so excited to do that omg 😭

You two are spy’s, and he got the task to kill you, while you got the task to find out what they had planned (yk his company n shit)

You two meet at a café, everything is chill n shit, you get to know each other and like,,, you two are actually interesting?

Like, you two did not know that you two were acting at first, but slowly you warm up to each other,

But damn, Kuroo has to kill you ://

He fell for you, you even exchanged numbers, and you both were totally whipped for each other, that the act soon dropped and you two just felt comfortable around each other

But one day, Kuroo was tasked to kill you, well, he was already tasked before to kill you but today was the day he had to do it

So inviting you over to his House seemed like the best thing he could do, maybe you would have at least sweet memories, maybe you would have at least good memories before you would die.

He couldn’t even manage to think about killing you, his heart already felt heavy every time he looked at you

Every time he looked at you he had to fight his tears back

He had to kill his beloved Y/N

After you would arrive at his house, he would be already in tears and looked at you in pity

And you were to confused like????

“Kuroo are you-”

“Y/N, I am so sorry” he can’t bring it over his heart to kill you

He just started rambling about what happened and you are like

“Woah slow down juicy boy”

“Eye--- what”

“You literally gotta slow down boi”

He just nods and looks at you with googly eyes

“We can figure out how to not make you kill me… besides, I also had to spy on you”

THE SMIRK, THE GOD DAMN SMIRK

“Nevermind please just kill me”

“I didN’T EVEN TALK???”

N e way, you two figured that it would be smart to clear up both companies about what happened and in the end they were just “ogge” so you could live together happily

Btw while clearing it up hE JUST STRAIGHT UP CONFESSED HUASDFND

“I really like her and I would feel awful to kill her”

OMG HE CONFESSED IN FRONT OF ALMOST THE WHOLE COMPANY INCLUDING YOU???

So, after you finally got out you were like “I like you too” and he was so shooked, like, he didn’t think you would like him after that all but still, he was glad to hear those words

That’s how you got a couple <3

Also, he teased you sm after you finally got a couple about how stupid you were to not figure out his task hsodfsd

AKAASHI:

He probably is a sly and smart mf so he just somehow managed to get something to slip out of your hands without you noticing? And then he picked it up saying “sorry ma'am, that’s yours”

That’s how you met

He barely acted, just made sure that you did not get too close, but soon, soon enough he saw himself getting closer to you without noticing it

So in the next days, he caught himself staring at you more and then he went like oh fuck I am in love with her ://

But I have to kill her----

He is really conflicted what to do and thinks about everything very good, but he didn’t let you get to know any of his worries, in any way

Let’s be honest, Akaashi would handle this situation better than Kuroo, idk why I just have this strong feeling because Akaashi seems to be more organized and more responsible than Kuroo is, even if it’s just a little bit, in such a situation it is very much

though, most of the time, he would mostly think about how you feel and now how he feels

So after inviting you to a café, to start off with something very chilly and also calming, he starts to explain you the situation

And even a few tear drops left his eyes, but damn, he fought back most of the tears so he only cried a little.

He didn’t want to seem weak in front of you?? Yk

He said that he got the idea of not killing you so smart omg and instead would talk it out with you

Like he starts off with explaining the things he feels to you, how much he likes you and doesn’t want to loose you

But soon he gets lost in his own rambling that he did not notice you crying until you would sob

Like you were in tears of his so sweet speech and he would just beam you a smile, take your hand and tell you that everything will be fine <3

“Listen, I will make sure we both are happy, just please trust me, I know that you might not trust me much after that, but-”

“No no its okay Akaashi, I will trust you” You reassured him with a smile and he just nodded with a smile “I won’t disappoint you, princess” eye---- 🥺🥺 I love him pls

In the end he really somehow managed to somehow not have to kill you, and in the end, you even were allowed to date <3 But your boss was of course a little mad at you, and so was his, but thanks to Akaashi they somehow got at least friends

IWAIZUMI:

Oikawa had literally helped him to meet you

Like, no, he planned it, so it was not a coincidence that you met, but Oikawa helped him to make it look like coincidence

But you also kinda planned on making it look like that, since you figured out that he would go to this place too

Oikawa literally kinda made you dump against Iwaizumi and you apologized but you started to conversation

And things went so well from there on

You figured that Iwaizumi is actually really funny and nice, and he figured that you are actually really nice and caring, unlike his company described

He felt much faster than he thought he would, like one blink and he was already in love with you

And not even faster than he thought, but also harder than he thought. He kept on thinking about you day and night

But probably because he had to kill you, and not because he loved you, at least that’s what he kept telling himself

And he didn’t want to kill someone so nice and sweet like you, so he kept thinking about a way how to tell you, or just do the task, he really couldn’t think normally about it with his mind being messed up

So one night he called you suddenly, asking if you wanna go into the park with him and have a walk

Of course, you agreed

He really thought that if he would kill you now he would regret it less but after seeing you he knew that he would regret it even more

He broke down in front of you, not in tears but in regret “I am so sorry so so sorry really I apologize I am sorry” he kept on mumbling those words and after he knife felt beside him you immediately figured

But how could you be mad? He literally just exposed himself so you reassured him that it was okay

“Iwaizumi, it’s okay, I also had to spy on you, please don’t be sorry, we can find a way out, a way how we both are happy” you kept on telling him while patting his back

He is baby

And you two soon found a way how to convince your bosses to not do that all anymore

Like you said that you exposed accidentally yourselves and that you two seem to have no bad intention so you lied to your boss a little but he accepted it

In the end, Iwaizumi was glad that he had the knife with him because that way he had to tell you nothing about it

He also confessed after that and told you that he really didn’t want to do that n so on

Even after years, he would apologize for you to it, but slowly the regretting feeling was fading and he started to forgive himself as well

SUGAWARA:

This baby probably did not plan on killing you even though he didn’t know you

But he agreed to do it somehow :/

He met you on the train and offered you his seat since no seats were free

You, of course, thanked him and recognized him then,,, it was Sugawara

So you started to talk to him “Sir, may I ask for your name?”

He was so sweet, you literally had no idea why you had to spy on him or how comes that your company hated him

But he is a little stupid and couldn’t hide the fact that he had to kill you

You were mad about the fact, but honestly, somehow you also couldn’t be mad because you were literally in love with him already

And he was too,,, he really liked you and would love to keep talking to you, like forever but fate was so nice and gave him the task to kill you

So he planned everything so well out, while literally crying the whole night

Poor baby had to act like everything was fine after he called you and asked if you wanted to go on a walk in the forest

And you already knew what he planned

But you couldn’t say no you wanted to ask him so many things, tell him so many things which you never ended up asking or telling him because your mind just went blank and you only had this one question on your tongue then,,,

After arriving there he was already there, and for a moment you could see the sadness and regret in his eyes.

So you just brought it up yourself “You are here to kill me, right?”

He was so taken back, but nodded only a little “I am really sorry but-”

“We can somehow stop this all” you told him with a small frown “We both don’t want this, we can just not do it” you told him and damn you were right

So you two made a plan and at the end of the day he just confessed “I really like you, and you may not like me back but-” “I like you too” OMGAO SFHD RIP SUGAWARA HE DIED ON SPOT

The plan you made was simple, just rebelling against your two companies until you would get kicked out and you two found then a job, even bought an apartment since it was much cheaper to share than living alone

After that, he was 10 times sweeter to you and kept on making jokes about how stupid he was and couldn’t cover the fact up that he had to kill you jsdfsd

KOZUME:

He is so lazy holy shit---

N e way

He is so lazy, instead of trying to meet you he just found your all your social media, first started following you, then liking a few pictures and then texted you, just so it wouldn’t be weird

He even made sure to ask you things he knew about, to make it less suspicious about the whole spy thing

Honestly? He had no idea why he was tasked to kill a girl, but at the same time, he got money for that, so he didn’t question it farther

But after a few texts and finally a meetup, he figured that you were actually really chill, and nice, also not very annoying like the others had been

So he had found liking in you, also in your gaming and the way you were talking

Something was very appealing about you

He soon started to drop the act, because he thought that it was not very necessary anyway, but the day he had to kill you was coming closer

But he was like ‘screw it’ and literally told you the whole thing his boss told him after you came over to his house again

He really trusted you much already, and so he just told you the whole plan his boss had planned for him as his task

And after you told him that you had a similar task, just without the killing part, he was kind of relieved but also shooked as well

Relieved because you two had no more secrets and shocked because he never figured it out, even though he was so smart?

“Oh? I really didn’t know that you are also a spy” He mumbled while looking at his game “Well I didn’t know it either that you were one. We probably were tasked to spy on each other because of that?” He only shrugged and nodded then “Yeah might be” honestly, he was pretty sure that it was because of that and luckily this plan would work even better with this information

He also noticed that he liked you after that, he never figured out because you both were blinded by love :(

Kenma also told you what he had planned to do to not have to kill you

After that you two just played video games yea;;;

N e way

After you did his plan on how to convince your bosses to make you leave the company without getting into trouble it actually worked?

And after you two were telling it  each other it somehow slipped you out that you liked him

But thank god he liked you too, and so you two started to date and always play video games together <3

[vampdeathbystereo]

Match-up please? (Preferably which male vamp) I am pansexual, female, and 5.3. I have brown shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes with glasses. I am shy and quiet at first and may come off as rude, but the more I know a person the more I open up. I am protective, sassy, emotionally guarded, stubborn, clumsy, tough, touch starved, and introverted. I like the paranormal (even tho I am a skeptic), the 80's, superheroes, videogames, horror movies and true crime. I like any metal, rock, punk or alternative band. I am a major bookworm, collector of anything. I do embroidery, baking, painting, and I am a self taught SFX artist. I have an anger issue, I make stupid jokes at wrong times. I am a tomboy, a farm kid and I have huge wanderlust. Aspiring horror writer.

Thanks I appreciate it. Sorry that I am kinda all over the place

Ahhh no worries homie! I can get like that too so I feel you, Plus nothing’s bad about being all over the place, Just means you wanna give me the best explanation you can and I wholeheartedly appreciate it! <3 :) ALSOO: You sound like a really cool person to vibe with, So don’t let anyone tell you otherwise bud ;D 

I match you with: Paul!! 

Lucky you! Paul’s a great guy and would absolutely adore you! Head over heels!!

He’s 0.7’’ taller than you, Expect him to fiddle with your hair and MAYBE lean down and steal your glasses. He’ll give you them back, don’t worry. But not without a kiss 👀 ( not that he would force you. It’s just the quickest option )

Enjoys your sassy remarks a lot, Gonna maybe expect a lot thanks to his flirtatious remarks but he enjoys them a lot, they add spice! Your rebuttals are always humorous to him! 

Touch starved? o h that will not do. Paul is gonna give you all the physical affection you could ask for! Probably goes to hold your hand a lot, slink his arm around your shoulder or waist. 

Did I mention this guy is like??? THE BEST FUCKING SNUGGLER?? He’s going to snuggle you for the rest of his unlife so if you don’t suffocate between his chest then uh, Yeah your living the life. 

Out of all the vampires, Paul is the friendliest. So being emotionally guarded or introverted won’t stop him from getting to know you. Do what you want but if Paul loves you, He’s not going anywhere anytime soon, even if you don’t feel the same. He’ll put in the effort because in the end, He knows you're worth getting to know, even if it's just as a friend. He wouldn’t be infatuated if you weren’t.

Your into Paranormal things? You're very lucky to have a vampire boyfriend right? ( Vampires are kinda paranormal right?? I mean they do stupid mind tricks?? Look I don’t know but Paul would probably say that ). He’d probably use this to try and convince you to become a vampire and join him in the wondrous party of the undead. 

He’s not one for comics, let alone books, But if you like it. He’ll try to get into it. He wants to be genuinely engaged in your stuff so he can have a conversation about it with you. He just really struggles with focusing and staying still for prolonged periods of time. 

You and him and the rock box? He’s here for it. Please listen to the rock box with him. He’ll let you pick the song just please listen and dance with him, p l e a s e 

Probably goes through all the bands you enjoy just to find a song you guys can call your song. Then proceed to play that hit 24/7 because he thinks it’s very romantic

Loves all your creative creations. Paintings, Embroideries, They’re all amazing to him. Your so talented and he loves it!!! Gonna try put your creations all over the cave, fuck what the others say, He’s going to flex on how cool and creative you are! 

Though I wouldn’t use him as a model because he probably couldn’t sit still long enough

Please don’t freak him out too bad with your SFX, Especially if it’s gorey. He’s a little drama queen and will probably scream in a mix of fear and confusion.

How the fuck did he not smell the blo- oh its fake!

Then proceeds to ask you if you could do some for him because he wants to freak out the rest of the boys with your talent and basically flex like: HI YEAH, MY STUNNING PARTNER CAN DO THIS LOOKIE. Probably gave the others a heart attack because it’s not everyday a vampire is harmed but as soon as they understand it’s fake. Marko is next on the list of “ please make me look gorey “. You're gonna be getting a lot of practice that week. 

Sadly, Paul is kinda sensitive / a drama queen. He might upset you, and if your anger issues come into it he might get hurt emotionally. He loves you genuinely and when you are angry, He does try his best to calm you down and make sure your okay. But he knows that showing emotion and getting your anger out is important so he encourages you to come talk to him.

He makes stupid jokes at wrong times too, what a coincidence. You two probably upset so many people without meaning too but that’s okay, You never have the ill intent to after all. 

He really enjoys your tomboy style and finds it very flattering to your physique. Farm kid?? That’s awesome! Paul is constantly asking questions about farm stuff because he’s genuinely never been too one and since he can’t really go out during the day, It’s not like he could go visit one. 

You sadly can’t travel with him however for the same reason. Unless you're really careful. Like, it can be done but if you're taking him, you're taking them all. At this point the lost boys are all conjoined at the hip.

Your a horror writer? Well good to see you have all the inspiration you’d need from good ol’ Paul. Need to get some gritty descriptions for a book? Better yet images. Paul would never say any of this regularly but if you want him to talk about it, You came to the right guy. He gives very in depth and fun descriptions of things. Whether they actually help with your book? Eh. However he swells with pride when you ask him because if he can, He wants to help you with everything he can! :)

All in all, he loves you dearly and will do his best to make it known your loved and appreciated. He won’t have anything other than that 

I did a lot of thinking on this one, especially since this is one of the first matchups I’ve written and I hope you like it! If not, let me know why. I tried to go over everything. Remember this is just my opinion. You can date / ship yourself with whoever you want. This is just my opinion! :)

Also don’t mind some stuff about Paul, I just kinda hc him to have undiagnosed Adhd because we act very similar in some regards ,so like, Yeah relatability.

[aethele]

👫 ( if that’s okay ! )

@crestlied  /   👫relationship headcanons ! 

▶  so right of the bat,  ferdinand is maybe just  a little bit  of a prude  ( i’m being perfectly cheeky here;  he is absolutely a prude ),  so oh man it does not take much for klaudia to fluster him.  it’s not even so much the,  erm,  subject matter  as it is the inappropriateness of speaking of such things so openly !  such coquetry is reserved for courtship,  klaudia !!!  time and place, please. 

▶  however … i feel like at least half the time it goes right over his head ?  he’s not as naïve about such things as,  say,  caspar,  but he does tend to get so engrossed in his own thoughts / monologuing that he might not pick up on it  ( like how he clearly doesn’t pick up on mercie’s disinterest in their c support ),  so if it’s anything other than  blatant,  then there is a high chance he might glean right over it and just … keep talking ha ha.  so basically the possibilities,  with equal probability,  are:  1) very flustered !  2) lecture her about decency and decorum,  length dependent entirely on the nature of the offense !  3)  he absolutely did not catch it. 

▶  when it comes to her  penchant  for manipulation,  ahhh … he has an equal penchant for falling for it !  he is very easily flattered and / or goaded into doing things  ( see:  hilda supports ) so yeah,  i don’t want to call him an easy target but … alas.  however !!  —– by virtue of the first hc,  he is absolutely immune to her  wily charms  ( or at least,  flirtation as a means of manipulation ),  so she would have to play on something like his  gentlemanly instinct  or his pride. 

▶  i saw she likes pegasi !!  —– what a coincidence,  i hc ferdinand as multi-classing into falcon knight  ( because canon is stupid and my brain is extremely huge )  as a master class alongside great knight  ( sometimes route-specific but also just,  general  battle need  specific )  so hey maybe they can bond over this ?!  or,  at the very least,  if she ever  mentions  that she likes pegasi she best be prepared for him to talk her ear off about them !  oh there is so much to talk about like pedigree and favorite breeds and beautiful coat patterns and —–

[titsthedamnseason]

If you haven't done it already can you do headcanons about Julian's birthday?

bitch you know it asdfghj and by some miracle ive actually gotten these done before the two weeks that could potentially be his birthday are over so happy birthday julian!!

julian has never really had a big birthday celebration before

of course emma and the kids and diana always got him gifts and spoiled him

you know, doing chores for him, letting him relax for a day, stuff like that

but poor julian is a worrier so he’d always end up insisting to help anyway, saying that he wanted to

he even would always make the cake since no one else could

it wasnt until later that everyone realized that every time they had tried to spoil julian on his birthday, he turned it around on them, and he wound up doing most of the work

they are determined to make his 18th birthday different

helen and aline are more than capable of holding down the fort now

plus julian and emma take a break from their travel year for the holidays and are in the institute for julian’s birthday

which could be anytime from jan 1-15 but my personal hc is that it’s on new years day (wink wink)

so anyway julian and emma will be in la for his bday and julian is a lot more carefree this year so everyone is highkey determined to give him the best birthday this year

nobody wakes him up early, and after staying up so late the night before his normal internal clock doesnt wake him up as usual

at 12am everyone else shouted “happy new year!” and emma shouted “happy birthday julian!”

anyway when julian does wake up, later than usual, his first instinct is to shoot out of bed and get the kids breakfast but he takes a moment to himself to revel in the fact that this is his first birthday spent waking up next to emma as her boyfriend

emma seizes her moment and convinces him to stay for just a while longer, im sure the kids are fine, helen and aline have been taking care of them for months

julian gives her like five minutes of kisses and cuddles before beelining for the kitchen

he finds that everyone else has already been up for an hour or so and has already eaten breakfast

the second he enters the kitchen everyone yells “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and he is bombarded with hugs and drawings and cards and stupid gag gifts from the kids that he accepts with a smile cristina and mark both hug him as well and he’s pleasantly surprised to see them

(if you read my tda holiday hcs i made them leave before this point but awsxdcfvgyh they come back to surprise him)

he grabs a plate for himself reluctantly, wont stop apologizing to helen and aline that he overslept

they keep telling him they dont care but, surprise surprise, he’s not listening

when julian goes back to his room to get dressed he finds emma already ready with his favorite blue dress of her’s on and holding a present for him

his reaction is “oh that reminds me” and he pulls out another gift from under the dresser

emma is like ????? and julian is like “…for you” and emma is still like ????? so then julian explains “i got you a new year’s gift too”

emma is like fuck that shit this is a birthday gift asdfgyhu “who the fuck buys new year’s presents” “i dont know i love you” “i love you too but what the fuck julian now i look bad” “you couldnt look bad if you were trying”

anyway after emma gets it through julian’s head that he does deserve a birthday gift and no, she refuses to open up his gift to her on his birthday, nice try, julian, he opens it up

it’s a new blue shirt that almost exactly matches emma’s dress which is “an unfortunate coincidence”

he cant stop telling her it’s too much, you shouldnt have, and emma is like hoe you think im done??? think again

but actually she doesnt say that, she just says youre welcome asdfghyuj

anyway

they go meet everyone in their matching outfits and they all just hang around a bit, there isnt much else julian could ask for than to be with his family

but at lunch emma surprises julian with a picnic for the two of them at the beach

she promises that she didnt touch the food, she had aline make it all asdfrghy

once they finish emma gives julian more presents(“this is a prank right?” “am i laughing? actually i am but not because this is a prank, please just open the presents” ) 

the first is a whole set of paints and brushes and other art supplies i know nothing about, all custom made, the brushes with inscriptions on the handles( “jb” “as long as you exist and i exist i will love you” “i love you more than starlight”)

julian: where did you get that last quote from?

emma: i thought of it

julian: *melts*

he asks how she knew what supplies to get him and she told him how she saw him looking at all this stuff back in that shop in london and went back to get it for him

he’s so touched

he is already certifiably not okay™️ because the whole day has been against everything he’s ever known and he feels weird, he just wants to give something to someone, literally anyone

julian is so happy and when emma pulls out an envelope he has to bite his tongue to keep from saying “oh no not again”

emma just gives him a look when she sees him holding back asdfgbhgt

he’s preparing himself for some sort of long sentimental card from her that will probably make him cry but what he gets is worse

it’s just a piece of paper that says “im having so much fun on our date right now, but id love it even more if you came with me to the louvre to our next one”

julian is shooketh to a level beyond all levels

he cant imagine why emma looks so worried he wont like it

they laugh and hug and then proceed to kiss a lot before going back to the institute 

julian is ready to just chill now 

he comes in and there are decorations filling the entryway

a million balloons, streamers, banners

he looks at emma who just shrugs but she’s smiling so big and has a knowing look on her face 

there’s a beautifully decorated poster next to the staircase that says “TAKE ONE” and there’s a party hat for emma and a ridiculous crown for julian that says “it’s my birthday!” under it

they follow a trail of posters with arrows on them to the living room(im pretty sure they dont call it that but the room with the computer in it is where they always hang out so that’s what i mean awsedfvgbh)

everyone yells “SURPRISE” when they walk in and julian is sure he’s in a permanent state of shock

like yes he just followed an entire trail of arrows to get here but it’s still so much more than he expected

they eat pizza and play music and all just hang out and it’s a fun time

at one point julian goes to adjust his crown but everyone thought he was taking it off and yelled at him aesdxcfvgbh

they play stupid party games like pin the tail on the donkey(which theyre all good at since theyre shadowhunters asdfghjui) and charades and stuff like that

everyone gives julian more presents and he thinks he might combust

they sing to him and have cake

they give him one more gift after they sing and it’s a photo album of julian and his siblings and emma through the years

there are ones of baby emma and jules playing to 12 year old julian intently speaking to ty and livvy to 14 year old julian reading with tavvy to 17 year old julian laughing with dru to ones with helen, mark, aline, and cristina in them and ones from the travel year and julian is amazed

he’s so touched and he’s proud that he only cries a little

a little after that everyone starts getting tired since they stayed up until midnight the night before

diana goes home, tavvy goes to bed, followed by dru and ty shortly after

when julian hugs ty on his way out he almost feels like livvy is there too, and he doesnt understand why ty goes pale when julian tells him, julian worries he shouldnt have said anything before ty just smiles and says “good” before walking out

everyone else goes to bed shortly after

julian and emma are laying in julian’s bed when she pulls out a card for him, but tells him it’s nothing special

he opens it and begs to differ

the front of the card says “so many ways to say i love you” and she has filled the inside with ways she said it over the years

“protecting you in fights”

“i’ll put the kids to bed tonight”

“i would do anything for you, jules”

“we’re parabatai, we can do this”(julian doesnt like this one)

“take a break”

“please stay”

“i need you”

“your hair is a mess”(“really emma? “shut up”)

the list goes on until it ends with “i love you. love, emma”

they are both crying at the end

“i love you so much, emma”

“i love you, t––”

she doesnt get to finish

they have more important things to get to and, needless to say, they dont get much sleep that night either

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Could you please do another set of HCs about meeting their femS/Os ex-boyfriend but with Bakugou, Shoto, and Hitoshi

Sure, definitely! Thank you for requesting!

Katsuki Bakugou

The only thing more fiery than his explosions are his personality so everyone around him tries to make sure they don’t piss him off in some way or another, or they’ll get blown up into another dimension.

Now, since he’s got together with his S/O who’s a real angel, at least around her, he learnt how to behave non-hostile. More or less because he can actually feel at ease around her, like he doesn’t have to constantly have his guard up or be a strong hero.

He honestly enjoys just about anything his S/O loves, be it gardening, reading, playing video games, dancing or anything of the sort, as long as it makes her happy and he gets to see it. Hell, if he feels like it, he’ll actually join her in whatever hobby she’s invested at the moment.

Her smile always made his heart skip a beat and unlike his usual condescending grins, his face actually managed to calm down, looking unusually peaceful and content.

Their date was supposed to be a a nice trip to the mountains, a place with fresh air and only nature where they could both relax, enjoy the beauty of the world and also train their Quirks as best as they could.

Everything was going fine, they stopped half-way through their hiking to their destination since they found a nice clearing where they could spar and help each other develop or better their Quirk special moves.

As she tried to practice her most effective move with Katsuki’s help, he managed to parry it and sent her flying, hitting the ground and laughing at her obvious mistake, reassuring her boyfriend that she’s okay and unharmed, when suddenly, a condescending chuckle echoed through the forest.

As Katsuki was there to help his girlfriend up, a boy around their age walked out of the forest, smirking in superiority at them.“Ehhh~? What is it, S/O? Still as weak as usual? Crying to be saved?”“What the hell are you doing here?!”“What, are you surprised to see a true hero in front of you? I can give you an autograph if you ask very nicely.”“No, no, no, no! I never wanted to see you again! Why are you literally everywhere I go?!”“Oh, you know you need me in your life. You might be messing around with this lowlife, but you know, deep down in your heart, that such a weakling like you NEEDS me!”“GO! AWAY!”

Hearing someone talk in such a degrading way to HIS lover really made Bakugou get more angry than he has ever been in his entire life (and we all know he’s always angry).

Calling her a weakling when she’s the strongest person he’s ever met? Saying that he’s a lowlife?

No.

Such a patronising jerk with a God-Complex needs to be eradicated.

With a growl full of rage, he lashed out at the jerk, throwing the most powerful explosions at him, easily overpowering him and making him run away scared with his tail between his legs.“Tsk. That fucker better not bother you again, or I might just beat him up until he goes on his knees to apologise for being such a lousy cockroach.”“Thanks for that Katsuki. I…I guess I really didn’t want to actually deal with that bastard ever again.”“You won’t have to. If he has anything in that thick skull of his, he’ll know not to mess with me or my girlfriend.”“Aww, you’re such a sweetheart! Thank you, Katsuki.”“Shush. Don’t mention it.”

She only grinned at his adorable face and hugged him tightly, finding it adorable how he actually tries to escape from her grip, even if he secretly loved the affection.

Shoto Todoroki

Sweet Todoroki loves his girlfriend with all his heart, even if he doesn’t really know how to show it really well, but bless his heart, he’s trying his best, learning and asking for advice from his older siblings.

He may not outright say it, but receiving hugs from her and her kissing his cheeks are the things he loves the most that she does, and in turn, he thinks kissing her forehead and hands are the best way to show her that he loves and respects her with every fiber in his body.

He loves intimate places where he can just relax with his S/O, just the two of them, nice and quiet, reading a book, drinking some tea and all that. He enjoys the classic, traditional Japanese things, so he’d love to take her to a nice festival where they wear pretty yukatas and there are lots of little festival-game booths and traditional food stalls.

When he sees her in her gorgeous f/c outfit, with her hair in a simple but stylish updo with the pin he gifted her on her birthday, his face becomes red as a tomato and freezes on the spot for a second, just admiring her beauty and be like “Damn, SHE is MY girlfriend and SHE is an absolute GODDESS!”

Since they’re both training to become heroes, they always manage to ace all the little games and earn lots of cool prizes, making all the stall-owners forbid them to play, much to their amusement.

As they were walking around and munching on some dangos, they hear a voice calling out for her, making her turn around confused, with the dango in her mouth.“Oh, woaw, you never lay off those sweets, do you, S/O? Its starting to show.”“Do I know you?”“What, you don’t even remember your own boyfriend?”“My boyfriend is next to me, you weirdo. He’s gorgeous and smart. You don’t seem to be like that in any way.”“So that’s why you got all dolled-up like that? To impress this…This guy?”“It’s a festival, of course I’m gonna get prettied up.”“Okay, fine, whatever you say, what do I have to do to make you come back to me and ditch this wannabe weirdo?”“I don’t know, just about run away, jump off a cliff and never bother me again?”“Wha-”“And don’t insult my boyfriend again, or there will be hell to pay.”

The ex-boyfriend tried to touch her, but Shoto was quick to grab his wrist and freeze it, glaring at the ex with everything he had, seeing fear in his eyes.“S/O’s beauty is ethereal and not for peasants like you to gaze upon. Leave now or else I will make your cells freeze and slowly die.”“Y-You freak! Let me GO!”“Only if you won’t ever bother S/O again.”“Fine, fine, I won’t!”“And take back your insults.”“Fine, I apologise! Sorry, uh, S/O!”

Shoto only nodded and used his fire-side to melt the ice, watching as the jerk ran away for his life.

The girl only kissed Todoroki’s cheek and held his hand, leading him to a nice place where they could watch the gorgeous fireworks together.“These fireworks are amazing! Thanks for taking me to this festival, I’ve never been to one before.”“The fireworks may be beautiful, but your beauty surpasses anything in this world.”“You’re such a sweetheart, Shoto.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, holding his hand tightly and looking up at the sky, enjoying every moment of that night with her beloved.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou is an amazing guy with a Quirk that makes everyone make jokes that he’d make an amazing villain, which only piss him off to no end and make him strive and struggle as much as he can and even harder to prove to the world that he’s actually a hero and wants to use his powers to save people in need.

Dating Shinsou was something neither he nor his girlfriend expected any time soon, but they are both enjoying every bit of it, finally feeling like they met someone who understands them and is there to support them through the good and bad times of life.

He’s a straightforward and pretty stoic, not caring much about the others around him, so if he wants to tell his girlfriend something, he’s going to be direct, but try not to look like a jerk or someone without emotions.

He absolutely loves cats and in some ways, he’s really cat-like himself and after his S/O realised that, she knew exactly how to make him smile and purr-

By scratching him under his chin or playing with his fluffy hair.

It really calms him down and he’ll just lay his head on her lap, at her mercy, letting her do what she wants with him.

Since they love cats so much, he’d suggest for him and his girlfriend to take care of a kitten and even volunteer to the nearest pet shelter, just to be around kittens. 

There, he could just relax with her playing with his hair and casually pet kittens and play with them.

What they weren’t aware of was that by some annoying coincidence, in that same day, her ex-boyfriend also decided to come over and look for some pet to adopt.“Well, I wasn’t expecting that. You and some creepy zombie weirdo taking care of some cats. How disgusting.”“Why…Are you here?”“What, am I not allowed to get a pet just because you are here?”“But you hate animals! My puppy was afraid of you! She would run away whenever she saw you!”“Yeah, well, your dog was absolutely STUPID! Just like you!”“Don’t you dare insult my dog! She’s an infinite times smarter than you will ever be!”“Who do you think you are trying to control my life?! You’ve always been like this! Possessive and controlling as if you’re some Queen whatever who knows it all!”“N-No, I never did that! All I ever did was try not to let you control my life! I have my own life and rules, which you never accepted!”“My way was always the better way, I was only trying to help!”“By abusing me?!”

But before he could say anything else, he just stopped abruptly, looking dead ahead.“Apologise.”“I apologise for my words, S/O.”“Now slap yourself as hard as you can.”“Is this right?”“Yes. Because you deserve it.”“I deserve it.”“Now, leave this place and never return. You won’t adopt any pets. Ever.”“I will leave now.”

The guy left in a very robot-like way, leaving her blinking in confusion, then looked at Shinsou who, despite his stoic, bored face, had rage burning in his eyes.

Realising that he used his Quirk to save her, she hugged him tightly, scratching his chin and smiling up at him like a kitten.“See, Shinsou, dear? Your Quirk is absolutely amazing! You really saved me back there.”“Hm, no big deal, really.”“It was a big deal. Shinsou, you are my hero!”“Your…Hero?”“Mhm! My very cute, kitten-like hero that I love very much.”“I guess I like how that sounds. Say it again.”“What? You like it when I say that you’re my hero~?”“Maybe I do.”“Well, you better like it, since in a few years, you’re not going to be only MY hero, but everyone’s hero!”“That’s gonna fun. But until then, being your hero is what I treasure most.”“I love you, Shinsou.”

By that time, he was already cuddling a kitten, his head on her lap, enjoying her playing with her hair and silently purring in happiness.