#thank u again darlin <333

[tojisun]

i am ASCENDING. i neither watch jjk nor know toji AT ALL 'til i saw an edit of him from IG (it was his official anime design w/ the infamous "i wanna big boy give me my big boy" bg. that was what it took me to be so astronomically down. and further reverberated with ur works. oh my fucking god.)

and when i tell u that even with the utter lack of context, i still got so swooned over ur fics???!??!?! it's been so long since i've felt something like this over multiple works of one author AND EVEN in an anime i never watched at all! i'm just?!??!?!?! oh my god???? help???!??!?

how long does it take u to make 2.5k worth of story (which im not gonna particularize due shameful reasons)??? because i'm sure as hell would be eating on that for months thank you very much

im so glad for that big boy edit eventhough idk who tf they singin at bc it brought me to ur blog. i cant believe im still capable feeling this over heap of sentences. wow. you live up to ur username. what a literal sun.

HII OMG!!

im so sorry it took so long to respond to this wonderful message, but thank you so so so very much 😭🫶🏼

this has me wetly sobbing n kicking n screaming n wriggling on my bed WHSHSH i never knew i had it in me to yk make ppl feel this way w my works, and so seeing this fr has my heart so full!!

im glad that you enjoy my works (especially into my flesh because this is the first time i’ve written smut with no beta), n im extra glad that u love this version of toji!! he’s just so damn fine that i need him being a super simp for us <33

it took me a total of nine days to write into my flesh because smut writing is so hard, what??? angst is my forte but i didnt wanna write angsty smut, so the shift in tones from writing angst to writing smut, the laid out description of sex plus ensuring that toji’s a blend of soft dom and mean dom because i want him loving us dearly but also fucking us nastyyy — this was so hard for me 😭

which is why seeing so much positive interactions for into my flesh fills me up with immense joy! again, thank you (all) for loving my works <333

(and thank you so much! my pen name means a lot to me and im always so soft when ppl appreciate it just as much!)

take care darling and thank you again for this beautiful message! i hope ur day is going great n i wish that the rest of your week will be kind!

[katsu28]

hi my dear kait i was hoping to request something!🍭 + lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie + hangman please? he's been on my mind lately LOL thank you and congratulations once again<33

lola my dear thank you!!! i too have had hangman on the brain lately. it's a blessing and a curse tbh. please enjoy the mushiest gushiest hangman i've ever written, just for u <333

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, reader has hair that fingers can comb through, 0.7k of lovey dovey pile of mush bagman

Whenever Jake came home from deployment, the only thing he really wanted to do was relax and spend all the time he could with you. There were times when he’d been gone so long, neither of you left the house for days from the second he got back, just wanting to be with each other in the place you loved most—your home. But really, you were his home. 

Today was no different. He’d just gotten back yesterday after being gone on a mission for two whole months, and now here you were, laying right on top of him, a comfortable weight blanketing him as the two of you watched a movie in the middle of the day. 

Jake didn't think he'd ever been more content in his life. 

Your cheek was smushed against the hard plane of his chest, hands tucked under either side of his body as your legs tangled with his. From his position, Jake could bury his nose into your hair, inhaling the achingly familiar scent of your shampoo if he wanted to, but he settled for threading his fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp lightly in a way that he knew you always loved.

The movie was honestly just background noise for him, because he’d stopped paying attention to it ages ago in favor of simply looking at you, taking in every feature, every slope, every soft angle of your face, just so he could commit everything to memory. The crinkle of your eyes when you laughed at a funny scene, the scrunch of your nose at more serious ones. The curve of your lips that always had Jake dying to kiss you until you were both breathless. 

It was the simplicity of things that made Jake the happiest—being with you, doing nothing but bask in your presence. 

“I can feel you staring at me, Jake.” 

You spoke without looking at him, but he was so busy admiring you, he didn’t even notice you’d paused the movie. 

“Good. ‘Cause I really do like what I see.” He hummed, smoothing his fingers through your hair one more time before letting his hand drop down to rest at the curve of your waist. 

You crawled your way up his body until you were chest to chest, nose to nose. If he angled his chin up even a millimeter, he could kiss you right now. Your elbows planted themselves on his pecs, but he didn’t mind the pressure even one bit. Jake always loved being as close as humanly possible to you. 

“I’m so happy you’re home.” You murmured, ghosting your thumbs along the light scruff on his cheeks until they pressed into the dimples of his smile. You loved a clean shaven and smooth cheeked Jake, but there was nothing better than when he went a few days without shaving, because it meant he was home with you for a little while longer. 

That made him grin even wider, and he turned his head to kiss both of your palms. “I’m so happy to be home.” 

“Never leave me again?” 

“I can’t guarantee you that, darlin’. But I can guarantee that I’ll always come back to you.” 

“You better. Or else I’ll be really pissed at you.” 

Jake’s deep laugh boomed through the room, vibrating from his chest to your own body. He gave your hip a teasing squeeze. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” 

“No.” You shook your head. “We can’t. Otherwise I won’t kiss you.” 

“Oh come on, honey, we both know you can’t resist me.” 

“I can.” 

“You can’t.” 

“I’m doing it right now.” You moved to pull yourself off him, but his arms circled around your waist before you could get very far, bringing you back down on top of him and finally, finally connecting his lips to yours. You couldn’t help it, you kissed him back immediately. How could you not? 

Jake’s hand slid around the back of your neck, thumb stroking along your skin idly despite the firmness in his kiss. He felt you sigh against his lips, melt into him even more. He didn’t even have it in him to be smug at the effect he had on you, because you had the same one on him. 

You stopped kissing him just for a moment, pressing your forehead against his before speaking. “I love you.” You whispered, a promise of forever and more passing from you to him. 

“And I love you, darlin’. I promise to always come back to you.” 

“Always?” 

“Always.” 

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

First of all congrats once again on the milesone bby!!! for the sleepover can I as a micro drabble for jack and pirate AU ?? honestly at first I was going to ask for frankie but jack just felt like a better fit fbfgb love u <333

Sil my love! I had the time of my life sailing the seas with Pirate!Jack. Inevitably, this Captain Jack is partly inspired by the OG Captain Jack Sparrow and POTC. I loved POTC fanfic back in the day, so thank you so much for sending this prompt!

Jack Daniels x pirate AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 889 words | warnings: non-graphic mentions of violence, angst, childhood sweethearts, mention of arranged marriage, historical romance

The last time you saw him was seven years ago, when you hurled words dipped in hurt and  teenage venom at him as he held you, his beat-up leather bag at his feet by the water.

‘I need to go and earn my fortune, or your father will never let you marry me. Can’t you understand that?’ he pleaded with you.

‘We can run away!’ you insisted, your cheeks streaked with ugly tears.

He shook his head, kissing you on your forehead. ‘I want you to have a life you deserve, and I can’t give it to you if I don’t do this.’ 

Taking off the only thing he has of value - his mother’s gold ring set on a chain - he slipped it over your head and kissed you one last time.

‘I’ll come back for you. Wait for me, darlin’.’

You stand on that very same dock now. You’ve grown up. You’re taller, sadder, and you wear your melancholy like a shroud. You’re set to sail across the seas to England, a country you’ve never set foot on; and to marry your betrothed, a man you’ve never met.

You’re numb, resigned to your fate. Jack is dead. Or he’s found someone else, married and happy in a distant, exotic land. It doesn’t make a difference either way.

His mother’s ring, the only thing you have left of him, hangs between your breasts, digging into your skin under your corset, the same place it’s been all these years.

Your chambermaid asks gently, ‘Are you ready, my lady?’

You nod.

And you walk the plank.

The sound of cannon fire jolts you violently out of your sleep, and you bolt up from your uncomfortable little cot. It sounds like hell unleashed up on deck above, the sound of boots and violence right on top of your head.

Your chambermaid bursts into your room with one of your coats in her hands.

‘What’s happening?’ you ask frantically.

‘Pirates!’ she screams.

She throws the coat over your shoulders, and you hastily pull on a pair of boots. Once you’re decent, a lieutenant appears to escort you both to safety.

It’s bedlam above. The bitter tinge of gunpowder stings your eyes and nose, the smell of blood turns your stomach, and then the screams and the clang of swords - the lieutenant presses a hand to the back of your head so you’re looking at your feet as you sprint across deck, or you surely would have fainted.

Your entourage makes it to the back of the ship, where one of the rowing boats is ready to be lowered into the water - when you hear a gun being cocked at the back of your head.

‘Not so fast, darlin’.’

Darlin’.

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Your chambermaid shrieks in fright when the lieutenant falls onto the floor from a blunt crack of the butt of a pistol against his head.

Slowly, you turn around.

His eyes are the same. The same brown, but now, there are lines around them and creases at the corners. He’s obviously seen a lot of sun, freckles and marks pepper his face, and curls peek from underneath the wide-brimmed hat he wears. Behind him, you see the looming figure of a ship flying the unmistakable black flag of a skull with two swords underneath it.

Jack grins at you. ‘Hello, darlin’.’

You walk straight up to him and slap him across the face, with everything you got. From the corner of your eye, you see the other bedraggled pirates gasp at your bold action as his head whips to one side at the force.

But he only grins wider and pulls you into him by your wrists. He smells of the sea, musky, with the distinct whiff of ocean salt.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ you spit at him, your traitorous eyes brimming with tears.

He clucks teasingly. ‘What a tongue you’ve got on you now, darlin’.’

You shove at him with your whole body, but he barely budges. ‘Fuck you, Jack. I waited for you, and you never came back for me.’

He cocks his head to one side. ‘I did come back for you, darlin’, I was at our hometown but three days ago - only to be told that you were on your merry way to marry some landed gentry across the sea. And that simply won’t do - I’m a pirate darlin’, and I don’t share what’s mine.’

You scoff. ‘I’m not yours, Jack. You lost me when you left me seven years ago.’

‘It’s Captain Jack to you, thank you very much,’ he retorts playfully, unfazed by your ire. You gasp when he unceremoniously rips open the lapels of your coat, and one rough fingertip trails down your bare neck, curling around the delicate gold chain that you never take off.

His eyes soften at the sight of his mother’s ring. ‘You lie so well, you’ll make an excellent pirate yourself, darlin’.’

Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, you kiss him hard, his big hands gripping your waist, crushing you into his embrace. Brushing his nose against yours, he pulls back. 

‘I should’ve asked you all those years ago,’ he says, regret colouring his words. ‘Will you marry me?’

You palm his cheek, grinning through tears. ‘Yes, my captain, a thousand times yes.’

[butterfluffy]

HI LUVV I SAW THAT UR ACCEPTING REQUESTS RN AND I HOPE MY REQUEST IS ALLOWED <333

I've recently gone to a fancy buffet and of course, ate alot 💀ALL OF THE FOOD WERE LITERALLY BANGERS I WISH I COULDVE BEEN LUFFY AND SHOVE IT ALL IN MY MOUTH. Anyways I was wondering how ace, law, and shanks would act if they went to one with a gender neutral/fem!reader who eats alot and then suddenly gets a headache cuz they didn't get sleep alot recently but still continued to try eat more food 💀 (stupid ik and it's RLLLLLYYY descriptive but I hope it's fine 4 u!!!)

Feel free to ignore and/or remove atleast one of the characters if 3 is too many!!! Kisses 💋 xx

“foodie”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would ace, law, shanks, nami act if they went on a buffet with their s/o who eats a lot and suddenly got a headache from lack of sleep.

⠀⠀➧ fluff | ace, law, shanks, nami (separate) × gn!s/o!reader | headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes may be present too, so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice! but i do take requests here and there, though it'll take me some time to finish 'em..!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: HELLO BAE, I'M SO JELLY OF U, I WANNA GO OUT TO EAT FANCY FOOD TOO ‼️‼️🥹 btw i hope this satisfies you~ 🫶

PORTGAS D. ACE

ace is a foodie too, so expect him to be eating every food in sight.

competes with you in eating, lmao.

but when your headache kicks in, ace pauses and checks if you're all good.

“i'm all good, ace, just got a headache from not getting enough sleep—anyway, let's continue to eat, yeah?” stuffing your face with food once again, ace tugs his lips down to a frown, stopping you from eating.

“you should sleep first, then eat after sleeping, but if possible... sleep while eating—zzzz...” he advised, face plopping down to the dish in front of him, sleeping, though his hand remains awake, taking food to his mouth, still eating...

will eventually wake up and look at you with a sheepish smile, asking you if you had rested.

will also urge you to sleep or rest if you didn't, still lets you eat all you can though.

TRAFALGAR LAW

law doesn't really eat much, and sleep much too.

so he'd spend his time just watching you stuff your cheeks full with food.

was quick to notice that you were off because of your headache.

“y/n-ya, is there something wrong?” law asks, eyes squinted at you who stopped eating for a moment, frowning as you chewed on your food. “..yeah, i got a headache. didn't sleep much last night, but i'm fine.”

“you—sigh. stop eating first and rest yourself until your headache is gone. i got ibuprofen here to help with that headache, so drink up.” giving you the medicine, law then made you take it, making you rest before letting you bounce back to eat.

definitely has over-the-counter meds for headache since he experiences them too from lack of sleep.

didn't let you eat until you had rested well, being the doctor he is.

SHANKS

party animal who prefers getting drunk with the alcoholic drinks rather than eating.

you eat up, he drinks up, all lively as he does.

though when your headache hammers you up...

“ah, darlin', what's wrong? does your stomach hurt from all that food or somethin'?” shanks asked, noticing that you had slowed your pace on eating, only shaking your head no to his question, leaving a dry response of, “no, headache.”

“eeehhh!? headache? oh no, that's not good! how about drinkin' up, mhm? i'm pretty sure you'll be good after drinkin' up! haha!” the red head laughs, offering you a drink as a joke, before scooting closer to you, taking your head and leaning it on his shoulder. “just kidding, here, rest on my shoulder and sleep as long as ya want. do you still want to drink though?”

yep, he offered you alcoholic drinks, to help you sleep, he says.

also sneaked a small romantic act, being the dork he is.

NAMI

mostly chats with you as she eats.

also finds it cute and funny on how you eat so much, reminding her of her dork of a captain.

but when your head starts aching—

“uggghh, nami, my head hurts..!” you whined, still having the time to eat despite the painful aching of your head, causing the woman with you to irk, eye twitching.

“if your head hurts, then sleep or rest up, and not continue to eat, damn it! do you want that pain to worsen or something!? #$-$&_+"('$—!!!”

scolds you for that, hahahaha. though despite keeping up the angry demeanor, nami is concerned for you, ofc.

forces you to rest up, dragging you to your room and getting you to sleep, watching over you and making sure that you do what she said.

© butterfluffy 2022

[raspberrybesitos]

9 people you’d like to get to know better

i’ve got lots of new faces here and was tagged a few times, so why not? (: thank u for the tags my lovelies @bastardmandennis @jenispunk @joelslegalwhre <333

last song: paint the town red by doja cat

favorite color: greeeeen 💚 hot pink and bright orange are a tie - i’m a neon girly 🩷

currently watching: i’m starting Ahsoka this weekend with my dad! very excited

last movie: Bottoms… i 🫶🏼 women. ayo pls baby one chance

currently reading: Everything I Know About Love. and fics, i’m catching up on a lot.

sweet/spicy/savory: spicy and savory. if you haven’t had hot cheetos with pickles… i feel sorry for u

relationship status: painfully single. you know the dating pool sucks when you become literate again

current obsession: i’m catching up on emergency intercom, they get me

last thing i googled: javier peña standing from behind 💀

currently working on: a very smutty halloween joel one shot, a frankie one shot, and a prequel to Yellow!

np tags @joels-darlin @joelsversion @darkblue-tennesseee @daydreamswithme @factualfic @joelmillers-whore @pedrodascal and anyone else who wants to join in! 🫶🏼

[stacispratt]

🤗Send this to the twelve nicest persons you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💕☺️

🥺 pls thank you sweetheart 🥺 right back at you <333

[its-deputy-caleb]

Ok uhhh, how about Sean as a ghost? Haunting the gang post-Rhodes, but in a chill way

OOFT anon this was a hard one. I had no idea if i got what you wanted right and this is a whole mess. I kinda got weirdly angsty but tried to keep the "sean is a chill ghost vibe" so here goes nothing.

also a huge thank u to the 700 followers <333 even tho most of u are not from the rdr fandom oop.

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Fuck did things go bad in Rhodes and while you weren’t necessarily there yourself, you wished you had been. Maybe then you could have saved him.

You’re sitting out by the dock at Shady Belle, hoping the bottle of whiskey in your hand will drown out the negative thoughts again. Throwing little pebbles and sticks into the water is a nice distraction for a while but that voice in your head always comes back. The voice that tells you to relive the moments when Arthur rode into camp with his hat held in his hands as he told you the news about your beloved Sean.

Everyone knew how close you two were, how much you cared for each other. You were just a bunch of outlaws causing mischief all in the name of love. Of course, both you and Sean understood the risks that came with this sort of life, knew what could happen as an outlaw but you never imagined you’d see it so soon.

You never thought that some random sunny morning would be the last time you ever saw him. No, you always thought it’d be a train robbery or some other reckless job. You remember the day clearly, sat on guard duty watching as Sean, Bill and Micah all mounted up to head into town. He gave you a wink and a cheeky smile, yelling he’d be back for dinner with pockets full of cash and that had been it. The last time you ever saw Sean alive.

“Whatcha doing over here crying for darlin’?”

You’re startled out of your thoughts by a voice behind you, one that sounded so much like Sean. Jumping up and spinning around, the whiskey bottle in your hand smashes to the floor at the sight before you.

There standing in front of you is Sean. Well not quite, it’s still Sean only he’s covered in a greyish cloud of what you could only guess to be smoke. He seemed to hover slightly above ground and had an almost translucent appearance, it was all quite odd if you weren’t in such shock.

“SEAN?! What the actual fuck! You’re dead, I saw them bury you for chrissakes!”

“You thought I’d only take a couple of boozed up rednecks to get rid of me? Get’outta here love, gonna take a helluva lot more than that!”

Sean’s arms are open like he wants a hug and you’re mind is still trying to process what exactly its seeing that you just simply let it happen.

It seems Sean is still getting used to his apparent new appearance too as he falls straight through you. When you turn around, just as shocked Sean’s mouth is open in surprise. It seems he wasn’t expecting to nearly fall flat on his face.

-

Sean sat with you for the next few ours, telling you that he had no real idea of waking up a ghost or exactly how he got there. In fact, there was so few details that apart of you was sure he was only a figment of your imagination. But God it felt nice just to hear him again, to see him in front of you— even if you’d get called crazy for it. You wanted so badly just to lean your head on his shoulder like you had done many nights before but clearly his current state did not allow that.

Eventually Sean wanted to pester away at the rest of the gang, so in a spring of energy he bolted for the main campfire where many on the gang were sitting.

It seemed everyone was just as shocked as you to see Sean waving his hands about like an excited child— like nothing had happened.

“Looks like ya can’t get rid of old Dead Eye Macguire that easy eh? Oh lighten up a little guys, ya look like ya’ve seen a ghost! Wheres the whiskey fellas.”

Trust Sean to make a grand entrance, floating high above the fire so he could address everyone huddled around it. The flame turned the greyish smoke a bright amber and it matched the colour of what his hair used to be, for a moment he looked almost normal.

Everyone was completely shocked just as you had been. Javier had stopped playing the guitar while Dutch’s cigar burnt out slowly, completely forgotten in his hand. The silence was only broken when Pearson dropped the boiling stew all over the mudded ground.

“Williamson why so sour all the time? Lighten up will ya! Now that the life of the parties back. And Arthur! Wheres me hug aye?”

Sean spent the rest of the night going around to each member to see what they’d been up to, mostly it was just to annoy them but on this particular night I don’t think any of them minded.

At some point, your dear friend Charles came up to stand beside you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Charles… I’m not hallucinating am I? Thats really him?”

The shock of what had happened was slowly easing away and now all that was left was how tired and emotionally drained you were. First you were grieving and now you’re not? You didn’t know what to think.

“I’m afraid so, the annoying little fella is back… but everyone is happy to see him back.”

Charles always had a way of cheering you up. Knowing exactly the right time to throw in light hearted jokes and comforting reassurances, he was the one you could go to when dealing with Sean’s death was a little too much to bear sometimes.

A smile comes to your face as you watch Sean laughing with the other members, trying to drink a bottle of whiskey but failing as it went straight through him. Memories from when Sean returned from blackwater came flooding back and all the other times you’d spent with him and the gang. You couldn’t help but feel at home once more.

-

At some point you call it a night, wanting to get a least three hours of sleep before the sun would eventually come up. You’re lying under your blanket, trying to sleep when Sean comes flying through the wall of the tent to hover over you. It’s clear he can’t hug you like he used to but he sits beside you the whole night and for the first time in a while, you’re not afraid to go to sleep.

He’s humming some old Irish folk song gently under his breath and you’re slowly relaxing, letting sleep take you.

The last thing that you hear before you drift off to sleep is the soft whisper of his voice.

“Ain’t gotta worry about me leavin’ any time soon…”

[undermattsun-archive]

ushijima x fem!reader x kita | w.c 1.2k

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a/n: omg ok so here’s my fic for the super cool + epic collab for my server ;)) i’m rlly nervous cus i’ve never written a. fic like this so pls don’t be mean!!!! but like pls leave a comment below <333 also don’t forget to follow me (or i’ll BITE U jk xD) omg omg ok and don’t forget to check out the other fics for this super epic hot collab <33333 right here kidnapped by hq !!!!!!

warnings: inane rambling, i literally did not proofread this i would take breaks and start again without checking what i wrote last so it’s defs not coherent

I was just ur every day kind of girl. Nothing special to anyone...not ev en myself. All i knew was wake up, brush my hair (and teeth obvi!!)  and go out and go to university and to my part time job as a waitress ina  diner where not a lot of people would go to. Anway today was one of those boring days, i woke up with my alarm blaring at 6:00 am because i have a class at 8:00 am… it’s my least favorite one too. But yeah so i got up super early and made myself apple cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and black coffee bc i’m also kinda broke bc i ran away from home bc my parents were those snobby rich people and i didn’t wanty end up like that ya know? i put on a really simple outfit bc i was feeling lazy since i woke up late!

(we need to bring back sillly bandz! they r so much fun!!) 

So i was walking to my early 8 oclock class all the way on the otherside of campus when suddenly ther e was a frisbee flying right at my face! I tried to dodge it but it still hit me right in the nose and i screamed so loud i didnt hear anything else but me screaming in really loud pain. 

“Are u ok??” i grab my nose in pain but it doesnt rlly feel broken or bleeding so i open my eyes that i didnt evern realized that i had close to see rlly gold eyes staring down at me. I scrunch up my eyebrows bc im confused bc he’s wearing overalls and a straw hat? Did i hit my head or something and am now seeing things?

“I’m ok do i know u?” i ask.. despite him looking weird in his farmer outfit he looked familiar so i had to ask.

“Sometimes i go to the diner u work at after im done at the farm bc there are good mochi waffles (a/n omg wait do they serve mochi waffles at dinners? I’ve only had it from  bakery xD)” he says with a really cool tone. I nod my head bc it makes sense. Before i can say thank you to him for asking how i am doing he grab my hand “please marry meand my cofarmer” 

“W-w-w-what??????” i yell my heart is pounding bc even though he is really super pretty i don’t eevn remember him ever being at the diner and like i remember a lot of my customers faces bc a lot of them come back a lot. 

“Marry us we will make u super happy pls it was love at first sight.” he says confidendtly (sp?) as he holds my hand tighter and tighter.

“I-i-i-i-i-i don’t even know ur name???” i whisper softly under my breath, “HOW can i marry u???”

“Shinsuke…..” a deep voice goes off behind me and i pull my hand out of his hand to look behind me, a big big BIG man stands there also wearing overalls and a straw hat and also a single wheat hanging from his kissable lips.

“Wakatoshi i have found the perfect housewife for us,, i have asked her to marry us.”

“But i’m just a normal girl from a normal world, how can i possible be apart of the world the two of you have made in the farm world?” the offer was amazing, the life of a housewife for these two perfect men that i’ve met by chance.

“She doesn’t havea choice the wedding is tonight ur marrying us.” the man who was called wakatoshi says with a very serious voice and facial expression. before i can ask hes suddenly pulling me to my feet and dragging me away.

“i have class!!” i say in protest as he continues to pull me towards a green tractor.

“you don’t need education…do you know how to sweep and cook eggs? and maybe make butter?” shinsuke asks following behind as wakatoshi pulls me onto the tractor.

“of course i can make eggs! but why butter?”

“we live on a farm darlin’ ya gotta know how to make butter.” shinsuke says and i nod my head. it makes sense.

“i can’t just leave my life behind tho i’ve gotten this far all by myself” i sigh even tho i’m comfortably sitting in wakatoshis lap i can’t let myself fall victim to their charms!!! i’m independent !!!

“give it up already your ours now…..” wakatoshi says seriously. i pout. he can’t just talk to me like that. i’m not a kid! i go to unverisity and have a job!!! 

“it’s too late ur already wearing the engagement ring” i look down at my hand and gasp to see a beautiful ring on my finger.

“this cant be real?” i shake my head my head.

“we already have your dress and the venue ready.”

“what?” the big grrrn tractor pulls up to a really pretty outdoor wedding venue. my jaw drops to see my entire family, even my parents waiting.

“go in there” wakatoshi points at a tent and i nod. i walk over and am immediately being changed by two guys who look the same?

“don’t worry we r gay.”

“and twins.”

“but not gay for each other bc that’d be illegal or something  and the author would get Cancelled™” it makes sense. i turn and look in the mirror and i gasp. i look beautiful. i may be an average girl but in this moment my velvet chestnut locks are curled to perfect perfection and the makeup isn’t too much or too little. these gay twins sure worked their magic!

i step out of the tent and look down the aisle to see my two farmer husbands looking handsome as ever (here’s what we look like teehee xD i know we look super cute!!) 

“y/n, im sorry me and ur moms bitchy richness made u run away but please let me walk u down the aisle on ur wedding day.”

“hello my name is agayshi and i am also gay, and here to officiate your wedding.”

“wait ur gay too?”

“yeah i’m married to that guy over there in the wacky inflatable cars salesman suit but we’re both respectively fucjing one of those gay twins. any way. do you y/n y/m/n y/l/n take shinsuke canonical rice farmer and ushijima farmer au to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“i-“ i look between the two men. my dream wedding. my dream men. i look around at all my friends and family. i nod.

“yeah i do.”

“congrats you may kiss the bride” at the same time wakatoshi and shinsuke grab my head and manage to mash all 3 of our mouths together.

i’m just so happy.

….or so i thought.

i woke up, it all turned out to be a dream </3

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(a/n: hey everyone sorry for the sad ending but like...r there rlly happy endings in real life?? soz i just think we need to get more realistic w our fanfics </3)

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[tojisun]

Hi this my first time requesting so I hope I’m doing this right 🧍🏾‍♀️ but could u elaborate on Toji and Namani poly relationship? Like one day Toji comes home really injured and reader and Nanami help him? Also could u really show how much Namani cares for him😭😭 if you do write this thank u so mush🙏🏾🛐🙏🏾🛐🙏🏾🛐

HII! sorry this took too long ahhhh i hope you like this <333 the nanami/reader/toji poly was one of my random poly ideas, but it fits? i think toji n kento would’ve balanced each other out (or kento would’ve grounded toji) hhhhs but yeah i just love toji and nanami sm!

cw: nsft for descriptions of major injuries and wounds and blood, i also don’t know much about fixing up wounds so i hope my ample knowledge from the internet works enough, (kind of) toji/nanami-centric, i attempted to world-build but i got derailed by the injury scene so hhhh // wc: 2.5k

prequel/context

i.

It starts off like this: a gun against his sheathed sword, scarred lips pulled in a snarl, a torn suit jacket, warm hands.

It blossomed like this: his body slammed onto the wall as lips ravaged his own, his hands clawing at a sturdier back, inky black hair tickling his pale face, teeth digging into his neck.

It came into fruition like this: whispered confessions and years of chasing a ghost, demanding to be let go when he keeps returning to his home, asking him what he wants, saying “I love you” back.

It grew like this: loving another who loved the two of them just as much.

· ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·

ii.

Kento glowers at Toji’s towering frame, looking up at him as the older man smiles down at him, black hair framing his head and creating shadows on his face that makes Toji look much more omnipotent than Kento is used to.

He can hear you snickering from behind Toji and he feels himself frown. He didn’t expect you to help Toji with this.

“Hey, no pouting,” Toji tells him, sounding a little too smug for Kento’s liking. He rolls his eyes but Toji just clicks his tongue. “No eye-rolling too, baby.”

“I’ll stop if you stop being ridiculous,” Kento says, crossing his arms before looking at the cursed weed hanging at the head of their doorframe.

Toji just shrugs. “It’s tradition, darlin’.” His voice is teasing, curling at the end as if he’s drunk. Toji’s smile is honest, however, and his eyes are shining with anticipation. You giggle again and, really, it’s getting a lot harder to not play along with you and Toji.

Toji’s lips stretch wider, as though he knew that Kento’s resolve is waning, and he is so beautiful and charming, stealing what little breath is in Kento’s lungs. Kento eyes the mistletoe again and groans. “Fine,” he says and pulls Toji to kiss him.

Toji’s eyes widened before drooping, looking soft and kind. He wraps his arms around Kento, and slots his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Kento hums, satisfied and overwhelmed, at the same time. Toji’s kisses, after all, always leave him so, so breathless.

· ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·

iii.

It’s past three in the morning but Toji still has yet to arrive home.

Kento tries not to worry much. He knows that Toji is a strong man and even a stronger opponent; he has skills that Kento cannot recreate even during overtime, and he has allies, as untrustworthy as they are, with him. And if skill alone is not enough—if by god’s green and unfair earth, Toji lost—then he knows that there is something else nestled in Toji’s heart that will always give him enough (time, strength, love) to pull him back home to you and Kento.

(“Promise us,” you said, and Kento blinked in surprise at the firmness of your voice. Toji seemed just as shocked before bowing to press you close to him, holding you tightly as if to assure you that yes, he would always come home to you two, no matter what.

“Say it,” Kento found himself uttering, lips tugged down as he gazed at his lovers. Toji looked up from where he burrowed his face on your head, dazzling eyes meeting Kento’s, before Kento felt warm hands pulling him into the hug. He followed without protests, slotting himself behind you and inching forward to loop his arms around what he can of Toji’s.

“I promise,” Toji finally replied, and it eased a load in Kento’s chest.)

So Kento knows that there is no use worrying for Toji. But.

That doesn’t mean that Kento is not worried for his boyfriend. (Kento scrunches his nose at the word. It feels strange to have Toji bound by that label as if he isn’t so much more.) For all that Toji is dangerous and reckless and smart, all at the same time, he is still very much human.

Sometimes, it is so easy to forget that Toji is not infallible. But it is still blood thrumming in his veins, and it is still a heart that makes him love you and Kento just as fervently. So he worries. Because if not for you and Kento, who else would worry for Toji?

Kento sighs once again, a sound that is so close to a pathetic whine, as he looks away from the clock and turns to the muted television, instead.

“Kento?”

He startles at the sound of your voice, turning to see you standing by the hallway, the orange lights of the living room washing up on you tenderly, making you look so soft and beautiful. You are clearly exhausted, looking gaunt from overwork with dark bags lining your under eyes, and yet you look nothing less than perfect to him. His worries for Toji have not fully faded, he knows it wouldn’t ever settle unless Toji is finally back home, but it feels a lot lighter now that he saw you.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he says, getting up from the couch and embracing you. You hum, shuffling closer and Kento feels your presence somewhat settle his weary heart.

“S’fine,” you reply, rubbing your hands on his back in comfort. You are silent, then, “Toji-san’s gonna come home to us soon.”

Kento’s arms tighten around you at the reminder.

“Oh, Kento,” you whisper, pulling him closer as if to chase away the gnawing listlessness he is feeling. Kento smiles despite the situation.

He rests his head on top of yours, succumbing to the comfort that you provided. You are safe, that at least is an appeasement. You are with him, protected and okay. Tired quite a bit, but still in his arms. This is enough for now, he thinks.

You two are cuddled on the couch, the clock turning just five minutes after four in the morning, when the door creaks open. Before he could comprehend any more, you are out of his arms and running to greet Toji, calling his name with such urgency that Kento realizes that you have been worrying for Toji too.

He easily follows your footsteps, a spring at his heel, his heart finally at peace. But a yelp escapes your lips and a panicked, “Toji-san!” echoes in the hallway, and Kento’s veins are spiked and churning once again. His steps stutter at what he sees: Toji, bloodied and bruised and broken, and you, crying and hurt and lost.

(This sight would be seared into Kento’s memories, and many times his nightmares would take shape as this moment. In some of those dreams, Toji didn’t make it; he bled himself dry and left without even saying goodbye. In others, you are bleeding along with Toji, a curse having followed him home and had taken a hold of you and eaten you away before they could exorcise it—it is these dreams that leave Kento gasping for air, trembling as he remembers the way you and Toji have been taken from him. Right there, in those doorsteps. Right there, at home.)

Kento runs, legs buckling as he collapses at Toji’s other side, pulling apart his shirt and slacks to see the extent of his injuries. He hisses just as you gasped at seeing Toji’s battered body; there are claw marks—no, Kento realizes belatedly, those are bite marks—from his left shoulder to his abdomen. The punctures are deep, tearing through skin and muscle, leaving gaping holes that keep spewing out blood. There are other marks around those, a scattering of scratches and gashes as if the skin was rubbed raw. Toji’s face is busted too, the side of his head is bleeding and his hair is damp with his own blood.

It’s a miracle, truly, that Toji is still alive. That he’s here. That he’s home. Kento tries not to think about what could’ve happened, but it is a gripping and horrifying taste of the truth: they almost lost Toji. Just a breadth more and Toji would have been dust.

“Kento?” You shakily ask, turning to look at him and breaking Kento’s spiralling thoughts. His heart shatters even more at the distraught look in your face, looking so helpless and young, all of a sudden. “Kento, what do we do?”

And Kento, he—

He doesn’t know. He’s never felt this lost and this powerless before, feeling as if his strings have been cut and he is nothing but an empty shell. Fear grips him whole, rendering him unable to think right. He doesn’t know what to do for Toji, for you or for himself. There is nothing but endless silence, choking and writhing like an angry current.

He startles at a warm hand encircling his wrist. He turns, following the expanse of bloodied skin until he looks up and meets Toji’s unwavering eyes. “Stop worrying,” Toji croaks out, exhausted but resolute, and hearing his voice is like being grounded once again. He turns to his beloved, bleeding as he were, and watches as he smiles at you and Kento weakly like he isn’t bleeding profusely from his monstrous wounds. Kento sees you jolt, a whimper escaping your lips as you hold Toji’s uninjured hand.

“You idiot,” you say and Toji barks out a laugh. “You look like a chew toy and you’re telling us not to worry?”

Kento grimaces at the imagery, one that Toji laughs at again. “I’ll heal,” Toji says, voice humorous but Kento saw how a shaky thumb caressed the back of your palms, placating and apologetic. “I’ll be alright.”

And Kento doesn’t know if Toji is just throwing out empty promises, but what he knows is that he could do something. He knows how to help. So Kento forces himself to come down from the enveloping devastation and promises Toji, “You will.”

He stands up and runs to the bathroom, ignoring his shaking hands as he gathers the first-aid kit and a handful of towels. Then, he fumbles for his phone, hoping that Shoko is still awake at this time, and if she isn’t, that she will forgive him for bothering her early in the morning.

He calls her number, waiting with bated breath as it rang thrice, four times, five—then it clicks. “What?” Shoko asks, voice gruff and tired as always.

“Toji’s wounded,” Kento replies curtly, swallowing the lump in his throat and blinking his eyes quickly as if doing so would erase the image of Toji’s bleeding body from behind his eyelids. “We need you.”

Shoko curses. “I’ll be on my way,” she says and ends the call.

Kento briskly walks back beside Toji, the man blinking slowly as he sits silently and still. Kento passes the towels to you as he begins cleaning Toji’s gashes and wrapping them in gauze. You start putting pressure on Toji’s deeper cuts, hoping that at least by doing so will slow down the bleeding, but a muffled sob escapes your lips at its futility. Kento turns to you, feeling numb at seeing the cream towels stained red, dripping and soaked, dyeing even your shaking fingers. It’s too much—a sight that burns itself in his memories, unshakeable and unforgotten.

“Darling, switch with me,” Kento whispers, afraid among other things. He knows that you’re not the one who is hurt, he knows that, but he can’t shake the image of you bleeding out in front of him too. “I’ve got him. I’ve got you.”

You are quiet and swift, afraid that even a second wasted would be fatal for Toji, and Kento can only caress your cheek for a quick moment before he works on Toji’s wounds. Toji is still quiet, resilient even when it looks like death is hanging on his shoulder, putting on a strong mask even if it only is to calm you.

Kento sees you squeeze Toji’s hand in gratitude, a wobbly smile perched on your lips, before silence takes over again. He wraps bandages around Toji’s torso, grimacing as blood seeps through them, but Shoko would be arriving soon. Shoko would be here soon, and Toji would be healed. Kento holds onto those thoughts as he tugs, using all of the spare bandages to hold Toji together. You snag one to wrap around Toji’s head, careful not to jostle him as you do so.

Kento sees Toji smile. It’s a small attempt of one, almost a muted grimace, but there is tenderness in the way he looks at you. And it’s a tiny thing, but it stops the ache in Kento’s heart, even if just a bit.

It is like hours have passed until Kento’s finally done working with Toji’s wounds. Blood continues to seep through the bandages, but Toji’s face is no longer pinched and his breathing is not as shallow any more, and Kento knows that is the best that they can have right now. Toji rests his head on your shoulder, gasping when it cranes his neck at an awkward angle. You turn to Kento and without saying anything, Kento turns Toji to rest on him, instead.

Toji hums, a tiny pleased sound at finding comfort, before he turns his eyes onto you again. “C’mere,” Toji whispers, voice a wreck.

“Okay,” you mutter in reply, moving slowly until Toji is tucked safe between you and Kento. Kento watches, heart swelling as worry and love mingle in terrifying tandem.

Neither of you ask about what happened, and Toji does not give any explanation. That is quite fine, Kento thinks, he knows he is not prepared to hear how Toji ended up like this. So he squeezes Toji’s hand, instead, and pulls it gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss at the back of Toji’s rough palm. “You’re okay,” Kento tells him, but it sounds all parts like he is telling this to himself, instead.

Toji hums. “We’re okay.”

He turns to you and Kento follows, watching as you smile at them both despite the constant descent of your tears. “Yeah,” you say. “We’re okay.”

· ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ·

iv.

“Don’t do that again,” Kento tells him.

He has so much more to say, so much more to beat at his head, but when Toji beckons him close, all of the words fly from his throat. He collapses in Toji’s arms, and it isn’t truly enough to silence the gaping worry weighing his heart down, but he keeps his lips shut.

“Okay,” Toji tells him, and it is like an answer to all the other things that Kento cannot say. Kento nods, not trusting his voice, and hides his weeping eyes at the crook of Toji’s neck.

Toji holds him tighter.

That is how you find the two of them later: tangled in each other’s arms, pinched faces at ease. You smile, feeling a lot lighter, a lot happier.

Toji’s eyes crack open, blearily looking around the room until he settles them on you. Then, like always, he smiles and says, “C’mere, love.”

And you always say, “Of course.”