#y’all what if i just fucking go to japan
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56 and any Yamo pairing! 🫶
i just wheezed so hard when i saw what the song was i almost snorted coffee out of my nose i am so sorry for this one
#56 - kyoto phoebe bridgers + yamo
the story of how this song ended up on my wrapped is too long so it’s going in the tags but. let me set the scene for you.
2026 NHL GLOBAL SERIES™️ JAPAN - Presented by YPPI
November 13 & 14, 2026: Dallas Stars, Montreal Canadiens, Seattle Kraken, Vancouver Canucks
Saitama Super Arena, Saitama, Japan
It’s a pitiful excuse of a consolation prize for not being able to go to the Olympics, but Kailer’s not going to look a vacation horse in the mouth. The arena’s cool. It’s huge. The people are cool. There’s so many more of them than he thought there’d be with jerseys that have his name on the back, and a lot more that have the familiar orange and blue. He takes a picture of the fifth Oilers Yamamoto jersey he signs—this one’s the good Reverse Retro—and texts it to Connor, says,
no one here has even heard of mcjesus
and gets a moon face emoji in response. Leon’s influence. Kailer’s still never really deciphered what that one means, and he doesn’t think Connor knows either.
They don’t have a lot of time off between games, but Kailer’s trying to be a good tourist. His dad had been so happy when Kailer had told him about the series that Kailer’d had to stop him from trying to book a flight a year in advance, and his mom’s been just as bad, sending him every article she sees about Best New Spot in Tokyo! Cool Restaurant! Have You Seen This Japanese Cat Café? that she scrolls across on Facebook since June. Suzy’s in the same boat, so they’ve been crossing off their compiled travel-guide list together, looping in as many guys as they can. Everyone’s been pretty game. All the teams are crammed into close quarters at the same hotel, which means everyone wants to spend as much time as possible outside of it, and it helps that Kailer’s gotten pretty close with all the other guys that the NHL picked up as Global Series figureheads. Robo’s memes? Absolutely fire. The groupchat loves them.
For every item he crosses off the list, Kailer takes a picture and keeps it tucked in his phone notes. It’s like speed-running a scavenger hunt—they’re only here for four days—but he’s doing a pretty good job. His favorite so far has been all the gardens. They’re stunning, trees shining bright red and yellow, and every vendor has been selling maple candies, maple cakes, and even fried maple, though the official maple festival doesn’t start until next week. The second garden he visits, he does it on his own after practice, buying two cakes from a cart near the gate and walking until he loses the bustle outside. It’s easy to get lost in the winding pathways, heading deeper into the quiet, and there’s dozens of benches underneath the burnished leaves where young couples are tucked away on dates, or old friends are laughing and catching up. In some of the little clearings, there’s small shrines where people leave offerings, a prayer for good luck or good fortune.
Kailer stops at one without any people and sets the second maple cake on top of it, then sits and scrolls through all the texts that he’s missed. His mom gets replied to with a picture of him outside the garden gate, grinning and surrounded by other travelers. He sends his brother a picture of a trashy graphic I Love Japan t-shirt with the threat that he’ll buy one for him, and Kailer’s dad gets a picture of the meticulously arranged and cut bonsai that are across from the bench where he’s sitting. The Seattle groupchat gets a recycled meme from Robo, and he gets two thumbs up and an “LMAO” before he can even exit the thread. Finally, Kailer takes a picture of the half-eaten maple cake in his hand, holding it next to a fallen maple leaf on the bench, and gets halfway through typing another message before he thinks better of it.
(On the plane over, Drieds was reading them a story about how when they first introduced the high-speed railway, people were afraid to use it because they thought it would be too fast for their souls to keep up.
“Bro, if that were true, you just left your soul in the middle of the Pacific,” Ebs had laughed. “Planes are faster than trains.”
“Are they?” Matty asked. “Isn’t the train in Japan the fastest in the world?”
Drieds couldn’t make it through the rest of the story over the sound of everyone ripping Matty to shreds, so Kailer didn’t get to ask whether or not they found out anything about planes. Kailer’s not worried about his soul, but the logic makes a strange kind of sense; after all, he traveled 429 miles in five and a half hours once, and that was a little too fast for his heart to keep up.)
Fuck it. Kailer’s been trying to write a response for the past ten days, and he’s sick of swiping in and out of the message, staring at the keyboard so long he starts to see swirls in his vision.
Kailer drafts the text again and sends it, no context, no caption. A text travels faster than a high-speed train or a jet. Maybe it’ll pick his heart back up on the way.
#I don’t know how this song ended up on my Spotify wrapped because phoebe bridgers is too emotionally damaging for me to listen to like.#at all unless i am In It HOWEVER. there is this one silly video that brings me so much joy and made me feel semi-reasonable about listening#to kyoto & it’s the one video of the two painter guys painting the room & the lil guy is being a menace & the other guy just looks at him s#fondly & so lovingly & is that not the thesis of kailer yamamoto. be small be a menace be beloved by everyone. ANYWAY#liv in the replies#look this was going to be such a different thing and then. my brain went HEY BUDDY GUESS THE FUCK WHAT kyoto is a city in Japan.#day off in kyoto. guess who’s Japanese. guess what the nhl loves to do as HIFE publicity. also growing the AAPI audience is HUGE and i thin#they should. like originally i had NO idea what this was going to be (i’m so lying. the line ‘i’m gonna kill you’ but incredibly fond a la#the two painters video kept replaying in my head and i was like l m a o. klimmer & kailer. no plot all vibes it’s klimmer & Kailer that’s i#there is no real plot there is no actual idea the amount of googling that i did to write just this is UNREASONABLE i would love to be norma#about anything ever but i ALSO invented so much backstory to this that has no way of appearing in the actual fic and also jokes for ME#for instance. YPPI is the american manufacturer for yamaha motorcycles and. suzuki. yamamoto. (it’s not my brainworms it’s due to a fancam)#respectfully also i cannot write this fic. i have never been to japan and i think it would take me eight years to google enough#to be relatively comfortable like y’all have never seen the extensive research i put in to fucking phiLLY and a whole other COUNTRY???#where the premise of the fic is learning how to be a tourist in your life and sometimes you have to grow out of things?#yeah i AM going to make something with the idea of Momijigari and life is ephemeral. is that a plot? no it’s vibes.#kailer goes to japan in the fall and realizes he’s a liar. who lies. (he misses [redacted]) (the redacted is because i haven’t decided)#also also. the garden reference is because a) i spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON GOOGLE and found out things to do in saitama and also that#kailer’s grandpa had a meticulous garden and i just think that’s neat#hiding-from-reality-56#random ficlet is unbeta’d un-anything’d i don’t know WHERE this came from or the real plot of it at all. ok thanks byeeeee
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grid of in-laws | o. piastri (81)
a/n: im thai, so definitely not self-inserting here 🤭
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yn_albon mum and dad 🤷♀️
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yn_albon 🫶🫶
alex_albon remember I always have the pictures
yn_albon 😔 I’m sorry my dearest brother
username hello?? What pictures??
username don’t be shy, tell usss
username Oscar, what are you doing here??
username he’s trying to rizz her up or what?
username im praying that they are dating
username BROTHER what are you high on?
username TELL ME YOU DONT HAVE TWITTER
username yall think that if they’re not dating, oscar’s gonna be a creep and like all of her pics for nothing?
username MOST men do that. Oscar’s my pookie tho
username yeah, exactly. dating.
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alex_albon: please, when lily posted me-
: you jumped around the room and kicked your legs. I know 😔
alex_albon: yeah, time to think about it. also, call mum tonight
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tokyo, japan
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lilymhe the albons’ lost in tokyo!!
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yn_albon we’re all lost 😔
alex_albon says the one with your own japanses translator
yn_albon yeah, can’t hear you
username EXCUSE ME??
username OSCAR???
yn_albon 🫶🫶
alex_albon back off🤺🤺
lilymhe she’s just my baby 😔
username EXCUSE ME? Who can speak japanse in the gird? Oscar mf piastri
username exactly what I was thinking!!
username yuki rn 🧍♂️
username didn’t oscar and lando went out in tokyo today as well???
username FUCKING HELL YES HELLO? I’M HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK
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tokyo, japan
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landonorris lost in japan 👊
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alex_albon copying each other’s pose kings
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landonorris tbf, it wasn’t taken by the same person 🤷♂️
oscarpiastri i called that pose first
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landonorris nah, they didn’t get me
username THEY WHO? Oscar and who??
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username so we’re all here from lily’s post huh 😭
username yn liked the post 🤷♀️
username wait, YN AND LANDO FOLLOW EACH OTHER??
username she’s pretty close with the 2019 rookies ig
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chinatown, bangkok
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yn_albon we ate ✌️💅
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alex_albon thanks for copying my pose, be original 👊
yn_albon lily come get yo man please
lilymhe right away 🫡
landonorris good food 🙌
yn_albon still can’t make you try fish 😔
landonorris sorry, it’s never happening 🤷♂️
username please tell me yn brought oscar with her 😭
username white boy getting dragged to asian street food by his gf, my favorite trope
username *and traumatizing him
yn_albon I swear I fed him the right food 😔😭
username SHUT UP GUYES ITS CONFIRMED
username yn feed my boy pad thai
username naur that’s basic asf 😭
alex_albon
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alex_albon back home with my favourite person and some thai local i guess 🤷♂️ (jk, love you both)
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yn_albon yeah, love you too 🤺
lilymhe you don’t play mermaids with us 👎
yn_albon right??? I’m sorry for not training him harder 😔✊
alex_albon i apologise 😭
username boooo, alexxxx
username oscar has been real quiet since the bangkok post??
username SO lando went with them which only makes sense if oscar ALSO went with them yk??
username I KNOW what y’all are thinking
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phuket, thailand
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oscarpiastri thanks to a local guide 🇹🇭
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username ITS FUCKING OFFICIAL OSCAR POSTING
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username GOOD DAY to be an oscaryn shipper
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username alex just posted them going to phuket, so 2+2 🤷♀️
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yn_albon golfing or we balling‼️
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landonorris Oscar is literally 🧍♂️
yn_albon exactly
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yn_albon only because lily is not playing 🤷♀️
username PUT HIM BACK SIS!!
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alex_albon very serious indeed…
yn_albon what are y’all on about? 😭
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yn_albon race week dump ig 😦
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landonorris WHY IS OSCAR JUMPIN
landonorris OH.
username george, blink if you’re the third wheel
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oscarpiastri guess we did have a dinner..
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alex_albon: THANK GOD
the longest one yet. it took me so long because I keep undoing and editing (perfectionist af)
request is open-ish because I’m done with exams!! jenson dilf incoming?? 😬
anyways, hope y’all enjoyed it. like, reblog, COMMENT, or anything if you liked it. If not, y’all better lock yo door.
today’s a good day to take care of yourself!!
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PLEASEEEEE CAN YOU WRITE HEADCANONS WITH RIN, KAISER, SAE, OTOYA AND REO AND A SHYREADER WHOS SHY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOESNT KNOW BUT CRAZZYYYY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOES KNOW PLSSSSS
BLLK BOYS WITH A SHY BUT CRAZY S/O
Notes: OFC WIFEY. Also… this scenario, seems, a bit self insert don’t you think…. 👀 ALSO LMAO I MADE READER UNHINGED?? SO- SORRY LMAO?
characters: Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Otoya, Reo
wc: about 300ish each
warnings: nb reader, cursing, randomness + cringe lmao😭
ITOSHI RIN
Well tbh, y’all probably had to have been friends for a loooong time for him to ever considering dating you 😭😭
So Rin had a good understanding of your personality, as you had known each other pretty much since the beginning of time.
He never understood how your personality went from 0 to 1000 whenever you two are alone.
He prob thinks ur on drugs tbh
He’ll be your voice for you if you can’t seem to communicate with strangers, though he might not be the friendliest no shit.
he thinks it’s dumb that you’re shy tbh
He’s small minded about these things okay 😭
He never ever will get used to your bursts of crazy energy.
he swears he’ll turn around and you’ll have a horse mask on with a tutu around your waist
ITOSHI SAE
lmao you give him terrible whiplash.
He too, also thinks you’re on drugs.
You and Sae would like be at the airport on the way to Japan, his manager would be going over the details and precautions for going to Japan (yk fans and press or whatever etc etc).
His manager looked over to you and asked if you were alright, since you literally hadn’t spoken a word since he introduced himself a two hours ago.
You nodded and followed Sae and his manager onto the private jet(cus he’s rich-rich😌🤭)
Once y’all were settled, his manager closed you and Sae’s cabin door.
Sae looked over to see if you were alright, since traveling and yadda yadda can be overwhelming.
You were fucking giggling like an underwater hyena (that’s a thing I bc I fucking said so bitch).
You grabbed his hands and pulled back and forth giggling about how stoked you were rn.
LMAO HE WAS TOTALLY LOOKING AT U LIKE THIS
KAISER MICHEAL
lmao he was disturbed at first 💀
like “wtf happens to my shy, sweet, s/o??”
He’ll like be getting a glass of water at night and in the corner of his eye, you hold a flashlight at your face with a blanket wrapped around you. Staring into his soul, inches behind singing.
“hello darkness my old frienddd~”
He just blinked at you for a while.
“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.”
ANYWHOOO!
He thinks it’s funny af though
Like how nervous you get around his teammates and then when y’all are home you start cartwheeling.
You sure keep his life ✨spontaneous✨
OTOYA EITA
LMAO A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN
YOUR RANDOM AF.
HES RANDOM AF.
= SOULMATES
he thinks it’s so cute how shy you are
He loves that bc ur shy around strangers you cling/stay close to him. He feels so sigma male bc he’s ’protecting’ you🐺🐺🔊🔊🗣️🗣️😏😏
Someone humble him please.
LMAO HE’LL GO LIKE:
“Babe watch this😏” and ninja pose really fast LIKE A LITTLE KID DABBING
And you’ll be like:
“Nah watch this😌” *does the worm*
Y’all T-pose at pidgend together 💕 #couplegoals
MIKAGE REO
LMAO HE’LL BE DAYDREAMING AND LIKE-
“My dearest Y/N! Oh they’re such an angel! They’re so pretty and kind and perfect! And amazing- is that them in a dinosaur inflatable doing the WAP in 6 inch heels?”
lmao kinda how it goes
He never really gets used to the switch up.
It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable to be yourself around him, even if that means painting yourself pink and putting googly-eyes on while blasting the Peppa Pig intro💗
He loves hearing people talk about you too.
“Oh y/n is really shy, but they’re nice I guess?” Like hah okay..
Pretty sure they weren’t crab walking in a tuxedo with a kazoo in their mouth playing Sinfonia N°9 Coral in D Minor, Op. 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso by Beethoven 🙄🙄
LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. I WAS LIKE “wtf am I gonna do😦”
made April 21st 2024
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written in fine print | r. sukuna
moving to japan to get a breath of fresh air was supposed to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. it still may be, but now you’ve got a problem and you don’t know what to do about it. the problem? ryomen sukuna, one of the wealthiest men on the planet, being… enamored with you. you’ve come fairly far with him as “friends” while keeping him at bay, but after you both spend christmas together, you know that things have changed. and come the first day of the new year comes a surprise that forces you to face your bottled-up truth.
[ Ryomen Sukuna Masterlist ] | part three
w — slowburn, age gap, modern au, older man/younger woman, fluff, mild? angst, this time we get reader’s pov bc it’s time ;3, insecure! reader, self-indulgence, A KISS (but just one for now sorry y’all), reader and sukuna lay their feelings on the table (I’m sorry I couldn’t help but finally get to this part), sukuna gets kinda prose-y lmao, slightly unsatisfied with this fic but I hope y’all enjoy anyway, sprinkle of bittersweet at the end
God, have mercy upon my soul.
The dozens of text messages from your cousin have you sitting on the edge of your bed in absolute disbelief. You haven’t even had any coffee yet, or any sort of something in your stomach. It’s sheer willpower keeping you from throwing up the stomach acid in your belly.
But you do need something. You make your way into the kitchen and nab the biscuits you made yesterday from the bag they were in. You shouldn’t, but you eat all four of them anyway. Then you drink something.
You were wondering why everything was going too good, why life had been so… easy as of late. Now you understood why. It was the calm before the storm. It was the universe allowing you to have some semblance of peace before it decided to throw you into the pit of mental and emotional turmoil that you’d been so great at avoiding.
Why in the world did the universe decide to put Ryomen Sukuna into your life?
That’s the question you have been asking yourself over and over again ever since you decided to take him up on the offer of a first date six months ago. Even worse, why did you even think it was a remotely good idea to get involved with someone over ten years older than you? Universe aside, you should’ve had the good judgement to keep Sukuna away. Your good intuition was something you’d always prided yourself on, so why did you decide to even let Sukuna keep coming around?
You go back to your room and get the phone, rereading over the messages. One in particular your eyes stay on:
A benefactor has paid for nana’s care and set her up in a really fancy, upscale care and rehabilitation facility here. They came and got her this morning to transfer her. When I asked about it, someone from registration said it was a gift for you. Who the fuck did you meet in Japan?
5:16 am
And you know, deep within your soul and in your gut that Sukuna was behind this. There’s no one you know that has the money to pull off something like taking your grandmother from where she was to a facility where she’s going to get more constant help, cleaned, proper rehabilitation. No one else but him.
The coffee maker suddenly beeps, beginning to brew a fresh pot of coffee. You almost jump out of your skin from it. You wait until it’s done before digging out one of the banana nut muffins Shoko brought over two nights ago to pre-celebrate the new year.
You truly don’t know what to feel. You’re unsure about everything. Coming to Japan to get a breath of fresh air from the strain your old life was supposed to be one of the best choices you’ve ever made. But now, all it’s become is a whirlwind of even more, even deeper emotional confusion.
Meeting Yuuji was great. Meeting his older brother? The entire source of the emotional confusion.
You lean against the counter and gaze outside. The snow has finally ceased and you’re sure dozers are out clearing the roads. You can’t help but fall into your thoughts.
For awhile, you’ve had… feelings. You’re not quite sure what they are, but you know that they revolve around the older, rich man you’ve befriended. You know that whenever he’s around, you feel more… open, lighter even. You know he makes you feel flustered, to which you’ve learned to seal said fluster inside of a bottle and remain indifferent in his presence. Every time he looks at you or speaks to you, it makes you feel… giddy. Happy, dare you say it.
And it’s something you swallow down and hide every time it bubbles to the surface, fearing that it’ll be nothing more than the same story as your mother: a heart broken by the letdown of not ever being enough, not being what the man actually wanted, and not being genuinely cared for.
The mug of coffee in your hands grows hot, almost scalding against the skin of your palms. It brings you out of your own mind, just in time to hear your phone vibrate with more text messages, all still from your cousin.
Because apparently fate dropped a man in your lap that was more than ready to give you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted: unconditional love on a gold platter; fate decided that you finally deserve a break from strife and grief, that you deserved to stop eating humble pie, because lord knows you’ve done choked and damn near suffocated on that shit; that you deserved to be cherished and loved and made to be someone’s number one in their life.
You know. You fucking know what Sukuna does to you, how he makes you feel inside. You also know how he wants to treat you and the things he wants to do to you. And perhaps with you, if your gut instinct is right and he wants more than a body to warm his bed.
Who are you kidding? You know you’re right.
But it’s unfortunate for you that all you’ve learned to do is bottle up your feelings and act like they don’t exist. Because you’ve never been loved, not romantically anyway. Especially not like this, from someone like this.
How were you supposed to love? What did it really mean to be in a relationship? You’ve never been in one. Not one that ever really was going to go as far as this. Was what you were feeling all temporary? And if you did get into a relationship, what if he didn’t like you when you got comfortable? What if he didn’t like it when you laughed too hard, or any of the habits you have? What if he was just wanting to play savior and ended up leaving you a few months from now?
You toss your head back and groan. Why? Why was this happening to you?
You opt to spend the day inside, rather than go out like you had planned. You have to text Shoko and Utahime, letting them know that you’re not going to be able to participate in their plans of going out and visiting shrines for the new year. The latter is reasonably mad, but Shoko calms her down in the group chat. Although she does make an innuendo about spending the day with someone else “cozied up in bed” rather than them. You send her a side eye emoji in return on her personal thread.
You change out of your pajamas and into some casual clothes — a dark red long sleeve and some black sweatpants, switching to house socks to regular socks — despite not intending to go out for the day. You do end up on the couch for most of the day, switching your attention from the TV and the messages on your phone more than you care to admit. You hardly eat, and don’t realize it until you can feel your stomach against your spine each time.
All day is basically wasted in front of the television, trapped in your own mind. Trapped in the whirlwind that Sukuna has made of your heart and emotions.
You graze through your entire stock of sweets in less than a day, uncaring if it was unhealthy. Dusk settles on the horizon before you know it and you’re anything but tired. In fact, you’re wide awake.
“What do I do…?” you ask into the open air. You feel stupid doing it, but apparently fate has a response for you.
It’s 9:18 at night when several strong knocks rap at your door.
It’s 9:20 when you decide to finally answer the door.
It’s 9:24 when you realize you’ve got a guest at the front door, the very same man who’s been making you question yourself and your whole life ever since coming to this country.
It’s 9:30 when you question to yourself why you let him in. You didn’t think it through, that much you’re sure of. How could you be when he’s thrown your heart all topsy-turvy and mushed it into goo?
Just looking at him from his back floods your mind and makes your heart race, something you hope you’re able to hide by what you hope is a face of indifference and calmness. You can see the tattoos peek out from his turtleneck, and you have to gulp down your nervousness.
The large mug of fruity tea you’ve poured has now chilled, the ice just barely clinking in the glass. You quickly open the cookie jar on the counter and shove two snickerdoodles in your mouth to stress-eat being prepared for what was coming next.
“I…” you begin, and embarrassingly realize you have to swallow the cookies to talk. “I wasn’t expecting you to… show up.”
Sukuna’s silent for a moment, then replies stoically, “Neither was I.”
You gaze at him longer than you intend to. Your attention is mostly on his tattoos, the little bits that are peeking out from the deep crimson of his form-fitting turtleneck. You watch him readjust the watch on his wrist, partially revealing the tattoo inked onto his wrist. To your surprise, Sukuna actually doesn’t like showing off his tats. He used to in his younger years; he’s still proud of them, but he isn’t as much into flaunting them to the world nowadays.
Sukuna’s deep voice cuts through the air. “Have you… gotten my gift?”
You bite your lower lip. You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yeah… If you mean the one involving my grandmother, then yes.”
“I do apologize if I crossed any lines doing such a thing,” he says. “But I don’t regret it.”
“I can imagine you don’t,” you reply, knowing full-well that him regretting anything was a very rare occurrence. “But… Why? Why would you do that? Go through such trouble to help me… and my family? Just… Why?”
His ginormous frame turns to face you to look into your eyes and answer with nothing short of honesty, “Because I want you to be cared for. I’ve seen happiness in your eyes and I want to keep you happy. I want to be the one making you happy.”
“Buying my love will only get you so far,” you say.
“I know. I want to do more for you. I want… to be more for you. Not just… this. Whatever we have going on,” Sukuna admits casually, crossing his burly arms over his chest. But he doesn’t make eye contact. In fact, he keeps his eyes to the floor, away from your gaze. “I know what I want, although I’m not quite sure how to describe everything I feel… when I’m with you and when I think about you. It’s… I know what it is, I’m pretty sure, but at the same time… I don’t.”
“It’s new for you,” you mumble. Surprisingly, he actually hears you and nods. He doesn’t lie. Not with you.
“I’ve been with many women over the years, all for the same reason. I’ve never felt like falling in love or that it would ever matter. I know lust, I know what comes with that. With you, it’s anything but. At first, yes. But your immediate rejection, you continuing to keep your distance from me and your distaste known made me stop and think.”
You raise your brows. “All it took was a girl with some strong boundaries to make you realize you can’t live off being just horny for then rest of your life?”
Sukuna laughs. He actually laughs. A bright smile crosses his handsome face as his shoulders shake with laughter. He tries to cover it up with a hand, but all it does it muffle it into loud chuckles. It takes a good couple minutes before his chuckles finally fall into a simple smile of amusement. That’s when you admit your own truths. If you were going to be hurt, you might as well get it over with.
“In a way,” Sukuna admits. And then he admits even more, opening his heart and putting it on his sleeve. “You’ve reminded me that there is more to life, that I can be genuinely happy beyond office walls and red light districts. You have made me remember what feeling excited, what being on my toes feels like. You make the air lighter… happier, every time I see you. You… I care for you.”
Sukuna’s last words of admission are watered-down and you both know it. Then again, he says he is new to these kinds of feelings. And at this point, you believe him. You wonder if he knows that you’re just like him — exactly the same: that you’re new to the feelings of love, what it means to be in love. It’s confusing, really. You’re not sure where to begin when it comes to saying the things that Sukuna has seemingly had no problem admitting to you. You can’t just say, “Ditto” and make out with him.
Well, you could, but that’s beside the point.
You swallow the frog in your throat and look at him. He isn’t looking at you but at the ground, almost like he’s unsure of himself.
“You’ve made yourself a cozy place inside me, too,” you speak softly. Your hands don’t leave the mug as you set it on the counter. “We’ve only known each other for barely half a year, you know? You make me wonder if what I’m feeling is love, most of the time. I enjoy you; I enjoy your company. I enjoy the thrill you bring into my life. I… enjoy how weightless you make the world feel. I… I like the thought of being… prioritized. I’m just… confused on whether or not these feelings are rooted in love or something else entirely.”
“And I apologize for making you feel that way,” he replies. “That isn’t my intention.”
You’re quick to your words before he can continue. “Don’t apologize. Please. It’s not your fault. I… I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t know what love is or what it’s supposed to feel like. I’ve never been loved, and I’m not quite sure how to reciprocate it. I’m afraid I’ll fuck up. Say the wrong thing, not do something right.”
Sukuna’s brows furrow. “There is no right or wrong way to be in a relationship — just yourself.”
“I’ve heard that, just as much as I’ve heard otherwise.”
Silence fills your apartment. You tap your nails against the glass mug, little tinks! resounding. You can’t look at Sukuna now. Not after just admitting to having never been in a romantic relationship. Now, you must seem more of your age than you ever have in his eyes.
“Any insecurity you have is not invalid. I would never disrespect them,” Sukuna finally says, sheer conviction making you shiver.
The giant man stands to take his place not even a foot from you. Magnetism draws you to his face and you cannot look away. His hand comes up and brushes his large fingers across your cheek.
And like an open book, he reads you from the front cover to the very last word, reading off your exterior cover and the interior pages you’ve hidden away. “You’ve carved yourself from early maturity, into someone that your loved ones have needed you to be. You’ve never been able to truly be yourself, be free. You’ve always had to be the rock that everyone has needed, when no one has been for you. You desire to be loved, but not at the expense of heartbreak nor sacrificing the person you’ve molded yourself into for the people you love. You desire to be free above all else, not wanting to be loved unless there’s someone who can love you and give you your freedom at the same time.”
You gape, eyes almost as wide as saucers with your eyelids lined with burning tears. You dip your head and sniffle.
“I want that. I want that for you. I want to be the one to give that to you,” Sukuna continues. “The time we spent together not even a week ago, I want more of that. I no longer want to live the way I’ve been living. I want to live with you, do those kinds of things with you. That sounds corny as fuck coming from me of all people, but that’s the truth.”
You can’t help but laugh. His tone of exasperation at himself was just too funny not to.
“And what happens when you give me those things? Will you be done with me? Move on to the next person?” you ask. “Once you’ve played the part of the savior, won’t those feelings end?”
“I’ll never be done with you,” he answers instantaneously, like it was nothing short of law. “You’ve captivated me, all of me. I’ve already tried pulling myself away a multitude of times. But then one little word of anything about you and you’re all I think about for the rest of the day.”
You sniffle again and laugh. “Did you practice this? You sound like a poet.”
“I can be one if you’d like.” You giggle at that. It’s silly, but you feel like Sukuna would oblige you if you said yes. “But I mean it, every word.”
You nod and whisper, “I know you do.” Because it’s the truth. He’ll never not mean anything he says. Brutal honesty is apart of Sukuna.
The emptiness of your apartment is deafening, it’s silence almost palpable to the point where you feel like you might being to suffocate. But large, firm hands cup your cheeks and bring oxygen into your lungs again.
His hands are warm, so warm. The feeling of being touched like this, so intimately, makes all the blood flow to your cheeks to the point where you think you’ll overheat.
“May I kiss you?” he asks, tone quiet, voice deep and baritone that makes shivers roll up your spine. “At least once?”
You can’t help but bite into your lower lip. The suffocating feeling has returned, just for a different reason. But your instinct goes first — action taking the initiative over the brain — and you nod once more, mumbling out a small “yes” that you chastise yourself for being so meek.
Sukuna’s free arm wraps around your waist and gently pulls you to your tippy-toes. You’re running on instinct, one hand resting on his chest, the other circling behind his neck, eyelids slowly closing as he dives in for the kiss you’ve allowed. And when his hand cradles the back of your head, his lips meet yours, and you swear to everything from heaven to hell that you’re about to explode and die in this man’s arms.
Everything feels like it’s on fire… until it doesn’t. That fire slowly simmers down to a gentle flame, one that brings a sense of contentment.
Sukuna tilts his head, moving your lips and deepening the kiss. You allow it, and it feels like the kiss has sunk to a new depth of desire. Dare you even think or say it be devotion. His lips are warm and sweet on yours; his kiss isn’t one of urgency, but perhaps the desperation of longing. It’s not slow and controlling, not greedy. Whatever this kiss is and all the emotions contained within, you know it makes you at peace and content.
Everything feels perfect.
You both part for air, lips slow to disconnect. You can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed being so out of breath, but hearing the slight heaviness of breath coming from the large man makes you feel less awkward.
“Thought you said you hadn’t been in a relationship before?”
Your reply is breathless, “Never have.”
“Then you must be a naturally good kisser.”
That makes you laugh. You press your head to his chest and giggle away, to which you hear what you think is a chuckle from his throat.
It’s 11:20 at night by the time you look at the clock again. It’s too late for Sukuna to go home. That’s the excuse you use anyway. He’s seemingly more than happy to use the excuse right along with you to spend a night with you.
Come morning, however, things shift back to the way they were before: confusing and lonely. The couch was just as empty as the apartment. Under you was not Sukuna’s body, but a stack of pillows from your bedroom.
The note on the counter about being called in for an important meeting doesn’t do his absence justice either, instead sending every one of your walls back up, twice as high and just as thick as they were before.
Your phone dings with new messages. Utahime and Shoko, both of which declare they’re coming over to drag your ass out of your apartment to go shopping like you should’ve yesterday.
You text them back, telling them you’ll meet them at the mall, that you’re going to get ready and this time you aren’t going to miss out.
You don’t know what to do or what to think. You don’t know if one night of vulnerability means anything more than just being open with another human being. All you know is that you need a break, from yourself, your confusion, from life, and especially from Sukuna.
You need the clarity of a shopping trip and good friends for company, because your hopes for what’s coming next are getting far too high and you’re beginning to really fall in love with Sukuna Ryomen.
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Luffy/Luffy’s gf- insta au
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theegreatcaptainusopp dream team
nami can’t believe you two went shopping without me
↳yourusername we ate lunch and then got sidetracked SORRY
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bonten!Sanzu x Reader
MDNI
Sorry for the abrupt ending :( I've been sittin' on this for months & had no clue how to end it. I think I’m giving myself burnout, but I’m so happy with the first half so y’all deserve to see it.
Cw: DRUGS, Mention of mixing drugs with alcohol. DO NOT DO THIS AT HOME or else Sanzu will be upset (and u'll meet god).
The sun felt like it was burning your skin. You squinted your eyes as they tried to open, noticing your head was on someone's bare chest. You slowly lifted yourself up and looked down at the body under you, the scars and pink hair of Sanzu giving away his identity. He was still fast asleep and lightly snoring. You sigh and rolled onto your back. Your hand rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you stared at the ceiling.
Your mind felt fuzzy, but after a moment of racking through your memories, you pieced together what happened last night. Most of Bonten's higher-ups - aside from Mikey and Kakucho - liked to get together after work and have a drink. You accompanied them, of course. However, ever since the previous teenage delinquents fell from grace and turned to crime, Sanzu made it a habit to have some kind of pill on him at all times. The next thing you knew, Haru and you were clinging to each other and had seemingly gone home together. It didn't look like much happened after that, seeing as you were still fully clothed and Sanzu was only missing a shirt.
Groaning, you got out of bed and stumbled into the en-suite bathroom, running cold water in the sink to splash on your face. You slurped up a second handful before turning the faucet off and drying off. You sighed and surveyed your face in the mirror, leaning on the sink. You still looked tired and your hair could do with some brushing.
In the other room, Sanzu crossed his arm over his face, annoyed at the sun hitting him. He slowly blinked awake. The first thing he registered was that the other side of the bed looked like someone else had slept with him. He rolled onto his stomach and pressed the side of his face into the pillow.
His eyes moved to you as you walked back into the room. He smirked, "Hey~"
You nodded, "Sanzu." Sitting on the side of the bed, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and began to slip on your shoes.
The gangster whined, "Don't leave~ Last night was so fun!"
"I had a stupid lapse in judgement." You spat back, Haru rolling his eyes in response.
"You work with the scariest motherfuckers in Japan. That's more stupid."
He watched as you stood back up and ran your fingers through hair. You smoothed down your clothes and grabbed your phone once more, looking for someone to take you home.
Sanzu shifted onto his side and shot you an incredulous look. "The fuck do you think you're going?"
"Home."
Despite immediately feeling dizzy as he sat up, Sanzu slid closer to you. He stood on his knees as his hand gripped your wrist, slowly pulling it down to make you look at him. His bright eyes looked into yours.
"Stay."
You glared back at him, "I'm not staying, Sanzu. Last night shouldn't have happened."
"But it did." You swore his grip got a little tighter. "I liked being that close to you. Being this close to you."
"I'm not gonna get high with you every day just because you liked it."
"Not asking you to. Just want to be that close to you." He smirked, "You played with my hair. No one's touched me like that in decades. I loved it."
You lifted your brow in suspicion. "I'm surprised you remember that much considering you're almost always on something."
"I remember it all. No matter how many things I take, I remember everything. It felt so good. I wanna be touched like that every day. Only by you."
You tried to pull your arm from his grasp. "I really should go home-"
"No!" Sanzu's light eyes widened. "Don't leave."
"Sanzu-"
"At least let me make breakfast for you." He pleaded.
"Knowing you, you'd probably roofie it or something."
His brows furrowed in offense. "I'm not always on drugs, Y/N."
"You are at work."
"Only at work." He cut in, words sharp as knives. "I'm not always high."
You sighed and pursed your lips, realizing you wouldn't win this argument. "Fine, but I'm supervising you.”
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Before He Cheats | Dagger Squad Imagine
Takes place after the events of TGM
TGM Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: female pilot!reader x Dagger squad (platonic), reader x ex!oc (past romance)
Content Warnings: angst, cheating, profanity, ends with sweet revenge | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 3.8k
Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)
Premise: One thing about cheaters, they’re always gonna get caught. Whether right when it happens or years down the road the truth always comes out. And one thing they should realize is revenge is a dish best served cold.
Note: I finally finished my first year of grad school!!! Fucking finally people. Now I can relax and get to the drawing board. I already have visions and outlines for all current requests in my inbox and be sure to check out my April/May upcoming works and my pinned works in progress for what’s coming and posted! Thank you for your patience and to the anon who requested this I hope you liked it!
Also y’all….is there like some freaky shit going on with the universe and my works 💀 cause three days after I posted Lover inspired by Taylor swift she and her man of 8 years broke up and now I’m posting a cheater imagine (this request is from end of February) when there’s stuff going about Glen 👀 this is just freaky now
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Friday night at the Hard Deck consisted of a full house ready to kick off the weekend with beer and music. For a few years now Y/n had been working at the bar serving drinks and singing from 8pm to 9 as a way to make extra cash while her college sweetheart Ryan, who was a Lieutenant Junior Grade, was stationed at Miramar. Having not been married despite being a couple for so long, Y/n lived off base with some roommates while her boyfriend stayed in the dorms, however, he’d come to her place after work and stayed on weekends.
It was rare to see a military couple not be the stereotypically, “we got married right after I commissioned so my partner can be my dependent and travel with me when I get orders.” No, that wasn’t Y/n and Ryan. After Ryan’s commission Y/n stayed to finish up her Master’s at the University of Miami where they met while he was sent to Japan for two years. Then he was stationed in Virginia, followed by Lemoore, and now he was at Miramar. The longest base he’d been at. Y/n had been with him in Virginia, but didn’t move to Lemoore as she had a three-year contract with her job at the University of Virginia.
Toward the end of his two years at Lemoore, Y/n called Y/n to inform her he was being stationed at North Island and the contract was to be at least five years. Wanting to be close to him after being apart for so long and filled with hope they’d finally settle after Ryan hits ten years in the Navy, Y/n transferred to the University of California San Diego as the history of music professor. She also took on a part-time job as a bartender Friday and Saturday since she was only teaching two sections that occurred on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Plus Penny allowed her to sing Friday nights as an added bonus knowing she loved music.
Y/n settled rather quickly in North Island. With her two jobs she developed a friendly social circle consisting of the UCSD staff on campus and regulars at the Hard Deck. Several of the aviators took a liking to her. They knew Ryan and would often meet up every Friday after work to catch up on the week and watch her sing. Y/n always had their rounds ready the moment they walked in, “got ya seven cold ones.”
“Already?”
“The newbie over there didn’t read the sign. Round’s on him.”
They’d cheer Y/n on when she sang, literally the loudest bunch in the whole bar. “Sing it girl!”
“Ariana ain’t got nothing on you!
Phoenix sometimes sat at the bar when she needed to get away from the guys. “Are you working tomorrow?”
“Penny gave me the night off since I got papers to grade…but If I get done early I’ll be free.”
“Please, I am in need of a girls night. Hell I’ll even come help you grade if you tell me what to do.”
“Damn, Nat, were the guys too much this week?” She placed another beer in front of the pilot, removing the empty one to discard. “This one’s on me. You look like you need it.”
“You have no idea, Y/n. All week we’ve been training for an upcoming mission and they’ve been driving me nuts.”
Ryan had his own group of friends from the base who’d come toward the later hours of the night. They’d usually take up the space at the bar, Ryan greeting Y/n with a kiss and telling her how the day was. He’d nurse a couple beers before he and Y/n would retreat to her apartment when the place closed at eleven.
They’d been together for several years, coming up on their eighth anniversary when Y/n discovered his infidelity.
And it wasn’t just a one-and-done “I was drunk and stupid, she doesn’t mean anything,” type of deal. No, this was a long going affair lasting almost a year.
What was the kicker? The other woman was a married coworker of his.
Now Y/n may have had the reputation of being the sweet, down to earth, understanding person who would never hurt a fly. But as soon as her eyes landed on Ryan, her partner of eight years, shoving his throat down another woman’s throat while grabbing her ass like it would vanish from thin air…..she saw red. Kill Bill sirens blasting in her mind. Y/n wanted to ruin both of them seeing she wasn’t the only person betrayed. The woman’s husband was also being deceived.
And what was punishment for adultery and extramarital sexual conduct? Well, according to the Uniform Code of Military Justice those in the military who are married or have affairs with married personnel are dishonorably discharged, forfeited of all pay and confined for one whole year.
Was it harsh? Maybe some would see it that way. But cheaters need to be taught a lesson.
And Y/n was gonna make sure they got it.
For a whole week Y/n put on a brave face. Accumulating photographs and screenshots of text messages, emails, and bank statements to show proof of the affair and how long it had been going on. She secretly got in touch with the husband of the Lieutenant Ryan was sleeping with, presenting him with everything. Heartbroken and angry, he agreed to remain quiet until the meeting Y/n had set up on that following Friday with their partner's supervisor.
“I know this is a lot to ask,” she exhaled, tired from everything and having to act like she was fine. “But come Friday they’ll be faced with the consequences of their actions. I’m sorry you’re having to go through this as well.”
“It’s not your fault—you’re not the one who cheated on me. You’re the one who found out and had the decency to tell me. We both got screwed,” he rubbed his face with his hands, wedding ring flashing under the light. When it caught his eyes all he could do was glare at it. “The only thing making this somewhat bearable is the fact they’re gonna be hit with the ultimate blindside.”
Y/n nodded to his ring, “What are you gonna do?”
“I’m contacting a divorce lawyer once I leave here. Hopefully the papers will be drawn up quickly so I can bring them to the meeting. Make it a double whammy. You?”
Y/n threw back the rest of her gin & tonic, letting out another tired sign, “I booked a flight to Cabo. Spring break is next week so I’m gonna take a well needed week long vacation and then figure it out from there.” Sunny skies with margaritas and radio silence seemed to be the best therapy at the moment.
For the next three days Y/n maintained a strong façade. Whenever Ryan went to kiss her she’d kept it short or moved to where his lips hit her cheek. She continued to send screenshots to her phone and delete the conversations so he wouldn’t notice. When she surprised him at work for lunch the day before the meeting it really threw both the cheaters off.
“Y/n,” his eyes went wide, “what are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d surprise you for lunch,” she held up a bag of homemade stir fry, bidding a glance at the woman who also was white a sheet. “Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Y/n.”
“Becca.”
“Becca,” she repeated, a smile tight on her lips. While doing so she gave an obvious glance to Becca’s ring finger, finding the diamond. “Beautiful ring you’ve got there. Are you engaged?” Becca became flustered, but kept calm.
“Married.”
“Ah, your husband has a great eye for jewelry. You’re so lucky.”
Ryan was quick to cut the conversation short after the mention of Becca’s husband. Visibly uncomfortable with how Y/n was throwing their aldurty in their face despite not knowing she was aware of it.
The next day Y/n marched into their superiors office, dressed like a corporate CEO ready to fire the entire team for an unforgivable mistake, with two boxes on each arm. One filled with all the evidence of Ryan and Becca’s affair, the other containing all of Ryan’s belongings he had at Y/n’s apartment. Becca’s husband, Tim arrived a minute later with a folder of divorce papers in his hands.
They met with the supervisor first. Y/n introduced who she was and who Tim was, presenting the box of evidence and explained while the Captain shuffled through the papers. Visibly disgusted, the Captain thanked Y/n for bringing it to his attention and promised the adults he would handle the rest.
“Are you calling them in right now?” She asked.
“I was planning to this afternoon, why?”
“I’d like to be present if you don’t mind,” a hand came up to the other box she had, “These are his things and frankly, I want to see the look on his face.”
“Me too,” Tim piped up and waved the folder in his hands. “These need to be served to Becca.”
The supervisor simply shrugged and said, “if that’s what you want, fine by me.” He hit a button on his phone, “Wilkins, please inform Lieutenants Stevens and Leeds they need to report to my office immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Though her heart was racing, Y/n remained poised and took a seat against the wall of the room. Tim sat beside her, both setting their gaze on the door to await their soon to be exes.
Roughly ten minutes later, a knock on the door sounded and the Captain gruffly said, “enter.” The door opened to reveal Ryan, whose eyes went straight to his superior before scanning the room ultimately resulting in him to freeze where he stood. Turning white as a sheet, Y/n could only imagine what was running through her ex boyfriend’s mind. There was great satisfaction seeing his eyes flicker from her to Tim to the Captain.
“Have a seat, Lieutenant,” the older gentleman's finger pointed to the seat in front of his desk. It seemed to snap Ryan from his daydream, the man stumbling into the room and unable to form words.
When he sat the first thing he tried to say was her name to which the Captain voiced, “I didn’t say you could speak, Lieutenant. Keep quiet, we’re waiting on one more before we get started.”
Becca’s reaction was pretty much the same when she arrived two minutes later. “T-tim,” she stuttered, red as a tomato and fear etched on her face.
“Rebecca,” his tone was blank, matching his expression. Just the full name combined with the parties in the room indicated to Becca she was about to have the worst day of her life.
But hey, maybe she shouldn’t have cheated then.
And Ryan? Mans was shitting bricks where he sat. Couldn’t even bring himself to look at Becca when she sat in the chair beside him. He kept trying to plead to Y/n with his eyes but she wasn’t having it.
The Captain got right to it. He laid out all the evidence on the desk for the two to see, Becca immediately breaking into tears while Ryan tried to explain. What could he explain though? How could he defend a year long affair with a married coworker in front of her husband, longtime girlfriend and superior.
When it came time for the Captain to discuss where to go from there, Y/n excused herself by dropping the box of Ryan’s things into his lap, “Here’s all your shit,” it nearly spilled onto the floor when the action surprised him. “Don’t call, text, show up at my place or at the bar tonight otherwise I’ll call the cops. I’m done with you, Ryan. Thanks for wasting eight fucking years of my life.”
“Wait, Y/n, please—,” she cut him off when he went to stand.
“You’ve not been dismissed yet,” that got him to freeze, noticing the Captain smirking in the corner of her eye. She turned to Tim, “Thanks for your help. Good luck with everything and I hope it works in your favor.” Becca gasped, realizing what the folder in Tim’s hand represented. It spurred on another wave of tears.
“Thanks,” he gave a tired smile, “And good luck to you.” With that Y/n was out the door and Ryan was out of her life. First thing she did was go home, change, and drive to the Hard Deck. Penny immediately poured a glass for her, “long day?” Y/n accepted the beer with a nod.
“Glad it's almost over.”
“What happened?”
Y/n felt the tears welling in her eyes. The emotions she had been holding the past two weeks had finally broken free. Concern formed on Penny’s face. “Ryan was cheating on me for the past year.”
“No,” the woman gasped. Never had she thought Ryan, who always came to the bar to keep Y/n company and watch her sing and her partner of almost a decade would betray her like that. “Did you just find out today?”
“Last Monday. I went to bring him his dry cleaning he left at my place and found him making out with his married coworker.” Another gasp left Penny. “I’ve been playing actor the past two weeks to make him think everything was okay while I gathered proof. Told the woman’s husband a couple days ago and we both met with their superior today. Gave him his stuff while I was at it.”
“I’m so sorry honey,” Penny reached over to pat her hand, “he’s an asshole and you’re worth so much more than him.” Y/n softly smiled at that, mumbling a thanks. Penny served her another glass, “Take the night off okay, I can call Elise to take your shift.”
If Y/n was being honest the offer sounded like a dream. She wanted to go home and cry herself into a bucket of ice cream while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine until she passed out. But part of her also wanted to sing her pent up feelings out. “Thanks, Penny. I’d still like to sing though if you don’t mind. I could use the release.”
“Of course,” Penny waved a hand, “Whenever you feel like it I’ll have Jose set up the mic. Your guitar’s in the back where I keep the stock.”
For the next couple hours Y/n caught up on grading some papers at a booth while she waited for 8 to roll around. By 6 most of their regulars from the base arrived, signaling the end of the work day. Nat was the first to spot Y/n, strolling over and immediately noticed by the professor's body language that something was off.
“What happened?” She sat across from her.
“What makes you think something happened?”
Nat gave a look, “first, you’re not working the bar.” Y/n shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.
“Penny gave me the night off. I’m still singing though so I thought I’d hang out for the time being—catch up grading before spring break next week.”
“The tone in your voice is off.”
Y/n scoffed even though the pilot was right, “It’s not off.”
“What’s not off?” Rooster comes up, pushing Nat aside so he could slide into the booth.
“Y/n’s acting off and won’t say why.”
“I’ve been grading papers for the last two hours,” Y/n rolled her eyes, “sixty to be exact and all are six pages each. If I sound off it’s probably because I’m tired.” Again, Nat doesn’t appear convinced.
“But you’re still gonna sing even though you probably would rather be home sleeping the day away?”
“Friday nights are what I look forward to during the week,” Y/n scribbled a grade at the top of the paper in front of her, placing it on the stack, “I get to see you guys and sing whatever I want. I wouldn’t miss this.”
“Is Ryan coming?” It was an innocent question and one to expect from her friends given they had no idea of the events that’d taken place. However it didn’t stop the sharp intake of breath Y/n did.
“No, he’s not,” she quickly added before they could ask why, “he got held up at work. His supervisor needed to discuss some things with him.”
“Uh oh,” Rooster made a face, unaware of the boiling anger surfacing in Y/n. “That can’t be good.”
“Yeah,” Y/n clicked her pen, finishing up the last paper. Nat decided not to press further on what was bothering her friend. If Y/n wanted to say then that was up to her.
So to brighten her mood Nat bought her a round and challenged Y/n to a game of pool. Y/n packed up her things, placed them behind the bar and then greeted the other daggers.
“There’s our favorite singer,” Jake announced with a smile. “We were wondering where you were.” Y/n took the cue Rooster handed her.
“Just trying to get through the semester, Hangman.”
The two women played best out of three with Y/n winning the first and final game. By the time they finished it was pushing 7:50 so Y/n informed Penny she was getting her guitar. Once retrieving the instrument she returned to the floor to see Jose had set up the mic and stool for her.
Grabbing a glass of water, Y/n took the stage and set the glass beside the stool before clearing her throat, “Hey everyone.” There were a few hoots and whistles from her friends and regulars at the bar. “How’s your night going? Good?” There were some ‘yeahs’ from the crowd, people moving to get drinks and settle close to the stage. “That’s great to hear. Just sit back, relax, and feel the music.”
Y/n played several songs, all acoustic, starting with Taylor Swift’s ‘Getaway Car’ followed by ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse. She changed the tune by playing Bill Withers ‘Ain’t No Sunshine,’ but changed ‘she’ to ‘he’ that not many caught. She played ‘Norman Fucking Rockwell,’ by Lana Del Rey and ‘Somebody That I Used To Know,’ from Gotye.
Coming up to the final five minutes of the hour, Y/n gulped the remaining bit of her water and put on a brave face. “This last song,” she paused to close her eyes, “fits the theme you’ve been hearing all night, but is a little more close to the heart. It’s dedicated to someone who’s not present in the crowd which really is a good thing because he knew what was best for him,” very quickly Y/n saw the confusion appear on her friends, some whispering to each other to ask if they knew what she was talking about. “If you can relate to this song because you’ve been on the receiving end of betrayal then my heart goes out to you for I feel your pain. If you can relate because you’ve been that one to betray someone, well, I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
Letting her fingers drum against the strings, the beginning chords of ‘Before He Cheats’ by Carrie Underwood echoed through the bar.
“Right now, he’s probably slow dancin’,” her voice carried into the mic, raw with emotion. “With a bleached-blond tramp and she’s probably gettin’ frisky. Right now, he’s probably buyin’ her some fruity little drink. ‘Cause she can’t shoot whisky.”
Out in the crowd Nat cursed under her breath, anger rising at the realization, “That sly bastard.”
“What?” Mickey whispered, the guys leaning in.
“Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin’ her how to shoot a como. And he doesn’t know….”
“Don’t you see?” She gestured with a hand to Y/n, “Ryan cheated on her! That’s why he’s not here. That’s why his supervisor needed to see him. It’s why she’s dedicated this song, a song about a cheater, to him!”
All the sirens ring in their heads as Y/n belts the chorus.
“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, I slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”
“Oh,” the word left Jake’s lips, fury in his green eyes. Y/n was his friend, and nobody hurts his friends. “Oh he’s gonna regret that.”
“You guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Rooster crossed his arms over his chest. All of them shared a look. Nat took one look at Y/n and saw how she was holding back tears.
Kill Bill sirens flooded her brain.
“Yeah, I think we are.”
Come Monday Ryan was emptying out his desk while he awaited his discharge hearing, dark circles under his eyes and in dire need of sleep. As he carried the box out to his car, it fell from his hands with horror coating his face.
Parked in the same spot his beloved red Mustang Charger was not the way he left it. The windows were shattered, tires slashed, the leather of his seats torn. His license plates were missing and the word cheater spray painted in white along the sides.
Hiding behind the building, the guys were biting back their laughter at his reaction. Bob holding the spray paint can, Mickey with the Louisville slugger and Bradley and Jake with pocket knives. Reuben had the plates behind his back and Javy kept checking the phone where he had hacked into the building's security cameras to make sure they were disconnected.
Right on time, Nat came running around the corner in her PT gear, slowing her run when she approached a visibly distraught and furious Ryan. Removing her headphones the pilot whistled, “Damn. That’s gonna be a field day to fix.”
Ryan snapped his head to her, “Do you know who did this?” His tone was accusatory and Nat couldn’t blame him. He knew she was friends with Y/n and frequented the bar every week. He wouldn’t put it past Nat being involved. “Was it you and her? Huh? Y/n had to get one last final laugh—as if she hasn’t done enough!” Nat only scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“I wouldn’t throw accusations so loosely, Ryan. I’ve had PT all morning and Y/n left for Cabo yesterday.” There was no lie in her statement. Y/n was currently sitting at the poolside of her resort with a margarita in her hand. She’d posted on her instagram stories and let Nat know when she landed. Plus the pilot did have PT and was finishing up her run before heading to the flight line.
But she was the mastermind while the boys did the dirty work.
The truth only angered Ryan more, his face turning even more red. “Then who did this?!”
“How should I know?” Nat smirked, putting her headphones in as she started to move past him. “But maybe next time you’ll think before you cheat.”
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Random Chapter 1110 Rant/Ramble
Bro why am I seeing people say Sanji is bullying Zoro 😭
Sanji isn’t a bully. Those two always been harsh with each other. They both hold each other to a high standard. I understand the concerned about Zoro’s insecurities about being a burden but Zoro wasn’t performing his best. Sanji is seeing Zoro do something very ooc. Sure Zoro is the type to pick unnecessary fights but to drag it out during a life or death situation? Sanji was rightfully pissed off. If the roles were reversed and Sanji was dragging out a fight Zoro would react the same way.
So I need yall to stop babying Zoro and turning this into a ZS bad. I am seeing takes that Zoro and Sanji despise each other and have 0 understand for each other. If you felt Sanji was harsh that’s fine but he wasn’t in the wrong. Plus it’s just fueling stupid discourse.
My take away is I’m going use this as fuel for Zosan angst. Neither of them had been acting right. If y’all thought burden was to cruel for Zoro you wouldn’t be able to handle the fact in Japan Sanji said it in a more arrogant tone. He sounded more like his brothers. Sanji’s germa plot point is still going on.
Also I saw a theory that Zoro is still injured from Wano but is hiding it. I believe in the more meta explanation that Oda had to sideline Zoro until the climax but that’s another cool parallel to Sabaody. I fuck with it and hope it the case.
I think what could happen is post Egghead Sanji confronts to tell Zoro off. He can tell something is off with Zoro but Zoro would just tell Sanji to fuck off. They would get into a serious fight and start Elbaf with tension. Maybe during Elbaf Sanji goes full Germa and Zoro fights him and talks/beat him out of it.
This way that promise during Wano of Zoro having to kill Sanji if he loses his mind can finally come full circle. Also I think having a genuine Zoro vs Sanji fight would be heat.
#one piece#ronoroa zoro#sanji vinsmoke#sanzo#zosan#I know I said people but it’s ZL fans that hate ZS that are pushing this
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I'll Show You "Uptight" (18+ Fic)
Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)
Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans.
Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: Back with another one for y’all and this one is a bit longer. It’ll probably be either 5 or 6 chapters. I came up with this after being on a dancehall/reggae craze lately & thought, “hmm…would Bakugou know how to dance to this shit??” I decided yes & got to writing since I’ve got time before winter break ends.
If you wanna listen in on the playlist that inspired me to write this fic, it’s riiiight up in here. I hope y’all enjoy the first chapter! Be safe out there & thank you for reading! -Jazz
Ao3 link here!
Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.
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Chapter One
Bakugou was pissed.
He didn’t consider himself to be someone who gave a shit about what anyone said. If someone decided to take a jab at him or comment on him in any way, he’d usually just tell them to fuck off and keep it moving. Or, if said jab or comment got back to him from someone else, he’d usually pull up to the bitch who said it and ask them to say it to his face…which they never would.
Bakugou was a hard nut to crack. Ever since he was in his teens, he was hard edges and a tough exterior, all to hide the softness that resides within him, of course. He hasn’t changed much since graduating from UA and becoming the second most popular pro hero in Japan at age 25. His mom, some mentors of his, and his closest friends are the only ones who are aware of this truth.
You, however, were not. And that shouldn’t have gotten to him the way it did now, but fuck, it did! He didn’t get what irked him about you so or why he was so hung up on you. He’d only known you for a couple of months since you started working at his agency alongside him and Bakusquad. You weren’t a pro, only working at the front desk, but you were respected as if you are one.
Maybe it was the way you always give each employee a kind smile when they walked in, brightening up the day. Or maybe it was your work ethic and how you went above and beyond. Or maybe it was the way those pencil skirts and work slacks you wore hugged your ass just right…or maybe that was just Bakugou’s dick talking. Probably.
Needless to say, you bothered him. But he knew rationally it wasn’t your fault. Whatever it was about you that had him tossing and turning at night, or so tongue-tied that he refused to speak too much to you when you said hello during work hours, or made him blush while on patrol when he so much as thought about your pretty smile or gorgeous skin, was all on him. But dammit, did he want to blame you for all of it!
But that was only part of the reason why he was so pissed. The main reason why was because you couldn’t seem to keep your pretty mouth shut, especially when you drank. He came to this conclusion one day while he and Denki were coming back from patrols. It was a warm spring day in Musustafu that day, but not enough to have him sweating buckets in his hero’s uniform.
However, when he got back to his agency and finally stripped himself of the outfit, the air conditioner felt good on his slightly-clammy skin. He sighed in relief, letting the outfit pool to the tiled floors beneath him. “Ah, man,” Denki sighed, stripping off his jacket. “I’ll tell ya, six hours of patrolling is fuckin’ wicked. My feet are killing me!”
Bakugou had chuckled at his friend’s pain as he stepped out of his outfit, only in his Calvin Klein briefs. “That’s why I chose you for patrols today,” he smirked. “Gotta do something besides flirt with Jirou on FT.”
Denki gaped at him. “Hey!” he shouted. “That ain’t true! And at least I got someone to flirt with. All you’ve got are those cute little FunkoPops you hide behind your desk.” Bakugou shot him a death glare as he grabbed the extra water bottle out of his locker, earning a shit-eating grin from Denki. “You’re a Sailor Moon fan, eh?” he hummed.
“Fuck off!” Bakugou growled, just as Kirishima and Sero walked into the room.
“Uh-uh, no killing each other right now,” Sero groaned as he sat down on the bench between the row of lockers. “I haven’t eaten yet and it’s all I can focus on.”
“We wanted to come and get you guys first,” Kiri says as he sits down closer to Bakugou, legs open in his sweats and wiping his face with a towel. They must have just come from the gym/spa downstairs that Bakugou was hellbent on getting built. “You guys up for ramen?”
“Hell yes!” Denki practically shouted, now in his undershirt and briefs. “Just let me get a shower in and I’m good. I could use some spicy miso.”
Kiri grinned happily, all sharp, white teeth. “What about you, Bakubro?” he chirped. “You comin’ with this time?”
Bakugou glanced at his friends as he took some Native deodorant out of his locker, slathering some on. He’d make sure he showered after coming back from lunch. “Sure, why not?” he grumbled, expecting some kind of cheer between his friends…but there was nothing.
At the sound of sheer silence, he glanced up at his friends to see them all gaping at him. “What?” he growled.
Denki blinked at him, alarmed. “Do my ears deceive me?” he gasped teasingly. “Is it snowing outside? Bakugou, going out with us? You never go out with us!”
“Yeah,” Bakugou agreed, irked as he puts on a pair of active Nike joggers to hide his muscled legs and thighs. “Because you guys are fuckin’ embarrassing. Plus, sometimes I just prefer to eat in my office. It’s better privacy.”
“And better company,” Denki snickered. “I bet those FunkoPops really listen to you.” Sero guffawed into his hand, but at the sight of Bakugou’s death stare, he clamped up.
“I guess that means you’d be up for going out with us tonight for drinks?” Kiri asked hopefully. “They’re having happy hour. C’mon, it’s a Friday!”
Bakugou would have asked if you’d be joining them, but he didn’t think so. From the way Kiri put it, it was a guys’ night thing. And even if you were, he still probably wouldn’t have gone. He isn’t much of a “social” person if you couldn’t tell. Instead of downing shots at a bar, he prefers to drink from his private bar at home.
And clubbing? Partying? Forget it. His kind of part is smoking a blunt, watching a good movie, and falling asleep on his big ass couch.
He could tell Kiri knew his answer before he even said it: “Nah. Besides, you know how I feel about those Friday night crowds. They’re–”
“We know, we know,” Kiri groaned, rolling his crimson eyes. “They’re too rowdy. Too sloppy. Too this, too that.” He crossed his big, tattooed arms over his broad chest, fixing Bakugou with a tight glare. “And yet, they’re havin’ fun too! C’mon, Bakugou! When’s the last time you’ve gone out with us to celebrate just because? When’s the last time you’ve had fun?”
Fun. He said it as if the word was foreign to Bakugou and that pissed him off even more. He had fun…just not in the social sense. He didn’t see the need in partying on the weekends and socializing with people at a club that you’ll never see again. Plus, to spend even one hour in a crowd of drunk bar hoppers was less than ideal for him. But he didn’t answer Kiri as he pulled on a Nike sweatshirt, then began to dig into his locker for his socks.
Kiri groaned, exasperated. “Ugh, so boring!” he dramatically whined. “Now I can see why Y/N she’d never date you.”
He let out an audible gasp at that moment, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth just as Bakugou slowly raised his head out of his locker at the mention of your name.
Slowly, he turned to stare at his friend who looked redder than his hair, then at Denki and Sero who looked like they were writing Kiri’s obituary in their heads. The locker room swelled with tense silence as Bakugou processed Kiri’s words on an empty stomach. You? Dating him?
You’d never…date him?
“What did you say?” he questioned, staring down at Kiri. His friend said nothing, eyes wide and horrified.
“You said Y/N would never date me?” he parroted, more confused than he is upset…well, upset too. Why would you say something like that? And where the fuck is the context?
“Why?” Bakugou asked, just as shocked at the question as his friends were. But it wasn’t so much at the question, but the way he said it: Confusedly. Sadly. Like he gave a shit. And goddammit, he did. And he does!
Kiri looked at Sero and Denki, silently asking whether or not he should continue. Sero shrugged while Denki gave him a silent, tight-lipped nod. Kiri turned to Bakugou and began to explain, going into great detail about the context of the conversation. It went something like this:
“Okay, okay, okay,” Mina drunkenly said, a round of tequila shots in her body. “Next question: what pro hero would you date and why? And no one is off limits.”
‘No one, shorty?” Kiri smirked down at her, earning a glossy kiss on the cheek from Mina that made you coo and melt from the cuteness. Mina sat in a booth squished between Y/N and Kiri, an arm slung over the back of his seat while Sero and Denki took the other side.
This was last week on a Friday night where the Mexican restaurant they occupied was packed with a younger crowd looking for food and fun. You were there, looking pretty in your cherry red work dress that you paired with some flats before leaving work that day.
“We’ll start with you, Sero,” Mina said, nodding at the black-haired pro. He thought for a minute, sucking on a lime absentmindedly as Denki secretly stole a chip and some guacamole of his plate. “If we weren’t friends, definitely you and Y/N,” he decided.
“Awww!” you had cooed, sipping from your margarita. From the hooded gaze you were giving them and the way you laughed a little too hard at things, it was obvious you were feeling the alcohol now. “That’s so sweet!”
“Denki?” Mina hummed, raising a brow. “You got some choices if you weren’t dating Jirou?”
Denki smirked at her from across the table. “Very dangerous question, but you,” he replied easily. “Y/N…probably Momo if she wasn’t with Todoroki. And Toru.”
“How’d that work?” Sero asked, confused. “You can’t even see her! How the fuck would you know where to kiss her?”
“Guess you’d just have to kiss her everywhere till you find out,” Mina mischievously replied, wiggling her brows at the now-blushing duo. “Y/N?” she sing-songed, nudging your arm. “Your turn. What pro would you date and why?”
“Trust and believe if it’s me, you’re leaving with me tonight.” Sero winked at you, making you laugh and Mina roll her eyes. You didn’t mind Sero’s flirting or their antics, their warm personalities making you feel so much a part of their group.
“Hmm, I guess it’d be…” You hummed to yourself, cutely tapping one manicured finger against your plump, glossed lip. “Probably you, Kiri.” You looked at the redhead who grinned in triumph and bashfully. “And maybe Hawks if he didn’t have them big ass wings. Where does he put ‘em during sex?”
At this, Denki and Sero laughed. “Interesting,” Mina hummed. “I would’ve sworn you’d say Bakugou since the guy is crazy about you.” You stopped short of sipping your margarita, the glass halfway to your lips. “Uh…what?” you asked slowly, turning to stare at Mina.
“Bakugou likes you,” she repeated, tilting her head curiously. “Didn’t ya know? Shit, we all knew even though he tries to play it off like he doesn’t. Bakugou is like that sometimes.”
The look on your face was honestly hilarious–wide eyes, mouth parted in shock at this new information. Finally, you laughed, shaking your head. “No,” you said, disbelieving. “That’s definitely not true. Bakugou don’t even speak to me!”
“Does he have to?” Kiri asked, confused. “I mean, the dude doesn’t really talk to anyone except us. But in your case, he’s just not good with talkin’ to pretty girls. Call him emotionally constipated.” The table erupted into laughter again, except for you, still reeling from Mina’s words.
“But…” you began, trying to reason, “but he’s so…serious.” You sat back in your seat, drink in your hand. “But even if he did like me, hypothetically speaking,” you continue, “I wouldn’t date him.”
Silence settled on the table, the air thick with anticipation. “How come?” Mina asked, actually sounding sad about your answer. “I think you’d be so cute together!”
“Look, he’s a nice-looking guy, don’t get me wrong,” you began to explain, “but he’s just too serious, as I said. He barely smiles, always giving me a scowl. Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?” Kiri laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, cutie. He doesn’t hate you. Like I said, the guy is emotionally constipated.”
“You’re telling me,” you scoffed before licking some sugar off the rim of your glass. “I don’t even think I’ve ever seen him show any emotion but distaste or anger. Plus, he seems way too uptight for me.”
“In what way?” Sero asked, slapping Denki’s hand when he tries to sneak another chip off his friend’s plate. You shrugged, looking down momentarily to gather your thoughts. “Well, for one, he barely goes out with us, and the one time he did, he sat down on his phone the whole time.”
The rest of the squad remembered that night: it was at Denki’s annual NYE party at Hotspot, one of the hottest clubs in downtown Musutafu. The drinks were plentiful, the music was jumping, and you looked downright delectable in the little sequin skirt that shimmered every time you swayed those hips and bent over to throw ass onto the girls and Sero (with your consent, of course).
All except Bakugou, who sat firmly in his chair on his phone despite people asking him to dance so many times throughout the night.
“He kept looking at you that night,” Mina giggled. “Mans couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.”
“Then he could’ve at least danced with me,” you replied. “But he didn’t! I can’t be with a guy like that. Sure, I love those nights in the crib and some good cuddling, but if I wanna go dancing or something, how can I take him out?” You sipped your drink with finality. “I need someone who’s looser–and I just don’t think Bakugou is that someone for me.”
When Kiri finished the story, he looked at Bakugou like the man was close to jumping someone. And he was. His mind was on you, jumping your bones and finding out why the fuck you felt that way about him.
He was holding the door to his locker so hard that his knuckles were white. “Why would she say that?” he snapped. “She doesn’t even know me!”
“Well, shit, Katsuki,” Sero spoke up, “it’s because you never gave the girl a chance to know you! You barely go out with us anymore, especially when she’s with us.”
“And it doesn’t help when you barely speak to her,” Denki added. “Of course, she’s gonna think you’re uptight!”
Bakugou was at a loss for words because they were all right. Dammit, he hated to admit it and he never would aloud, but all of them were right. But what they and you didn’t understand was that he never danced at Denki’s NYE party that night because he was so afraid of popping a hard-on in front of you. After staring you down the entire night, wondering what your ass felt like in his hands, it was difficult not to become rock-hard. Sitting down was the only way to avoid that.
To add to that, he was always afraid of saying the wrong thing to you, so he always kept your conversations short. He kept his distance to avoid embarrassing himself and yet he felt embarrassed standing in that locker room.
“She thinks you hate her, man,” Kiri added. “Seriously. I told her you don’t, but the girl is convinced.”
Katsuki felt like hitting himself with the locker door. “Fuck!” he hissed. “Now what the fuck do I do?” Was there anything he could do at this point? What if he epically fucked this up? What if he never got the chance to feel you pressed against him or feel your soft lips on his?
Denki rose from his seat and sauntered over, throwing an elbow over Katuski’s locker. “Well,” he began, “and this is just a suggestion, so hear me out: you could always just show the girl that you’re no uptight or a dickhead.”
Katsuki scowled at him. “How the fuck would I do that?”
“It’s simple!” Sero jumped in. “Next time we all go out to shoot the shit, and Mina and Y/N come along, you come with us and act like you actually wanna be around us. Including her.” He clapped once, standing up from his seat. “Problem solved! Now are we going to lunch or do I have to eat one of you?”
As the three idiots argued among themselves, Katsuki got to thinking about Denki and Sero’s advice…and then out of his mind popped the best idea ever. It was just too perfect. Of course, he could show you that he wasn’t uptight. He could shove your words right back down your pretty throat and admit how he felt about you all at the same time.
He instantly whipped around to slam his locker door shut, causing the guys to jump. “Y/N and Mina comin’ with tonight?” he asked, looking at Kiri for an answer.
The redhead shook his head. “Naw, Mina said she and Y/N are joining the girls for girls’ night. They’re goin’ to a club, apparently.”
“What club?” Bakugou asked, trying not to sound too desperate, but Kiri had laser vision for this type of shit. “Dunno,” he answered, “and even if I did, I’d tell you not to go. It’s a girls’ night, K. You really wanna crash that?”
“Shit, yeah!” Denki hollered excitedly. “Just tell me when and where. I’ll go with.”
Sero grinned, just as down. “Me too. I could use a little adventure and drama.” He looked at Katsuki who had an almost crazed look in his eye as his plan began to map itself in his brain. “Why? What’d you have in mind?”
Katsuki just smirked deviously in response, because by the end of tonight, you were gonna regret drinking those tequila shots and talking shit about him to his friends.
He was gonna make sure of it.
#i'm excited to write this!!#i haven't written a fanfic in soooo long#bakugou x black reader#bnha smut#18+ fic#MINORS STAY AWAY#smutty smut#my works#my fic shit#i’ll show you uptight#black bnha#black coded reader
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Mine Pt 3
Jay White x female reader
Rating Explicit
Warnings Minors DNI
After the others had left, Jay took my hand and led me over to couch. We sat down, “come here, I know this morning was a lot. It’s not the morning I had planned for us.”as he pulled me closer,and I curled into him a protective arm around me. Something between laugh and a huff came out of me” A lot is one way to put it Jay. Y’all are in this because of me. The fact that Tony had to come here…” He cut me off abruptly “ First of all we are in this because I hate to admit it page was right, the boys and I could’ve helped out with your father. As for Tony he loves this shit, it’s going to be great for him and the company. Lastly, everyone agreed we take this on, I kinda hoped the lay low option was gonna be the vote so we could hide out here. A smile brightening his face.
His hand still intertwined with mine. “However, I want to know where your head is at, I need to know what you want , a lot of things were said yesterday and I don’t want you to feel bound by anything that you said. I know where I’m at, and the things I said yesterday felt like I was barring a part of my soul to you they were all true and I should’ve said them in the last seven years.”
“ My heart is here with you, my mind won’t shut up. Those last two years alone in Japan with you, were some of the happiest times of my life. I should’ve said something then, but I thought you saw me as one of the boys the way the others do. So I shoved my feelings down.”
“You’re almost so clueless that it’s cute. You know each of the guys around the table had hoped just once you’d glance their way, especially Cole. Personally I think that’s why he went to work for your dad. He’d deny it but we all knew, he realized he’d made a mistake when you didn’t follow him there and you stayed with us floating between Japan and ROH. None of it matters now though” kissing my temple.
“You know you never told me what the dream was that you didn’t want to leave this morning. Honestly it’s been on my mind all morning.” A mischievous grin on his face and I blushed. “What dream did you have that caused you to be so desperate for me to join you in the shower ?” I knew my blush deepened. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” he said softly, this was my Jay the flannel over the tshirt and jeans Jay. The man who rescued me from my own stupid decision and was going go to proverbial war for me. “ I know, it’s just silly and kind of mortifying. I’ve had this dream before, it’s about you, but you’re Switchblade” His eyes darken his tone changed “ King Switch huh? You want to breathe with the switchblade “ I sucked in a breath and nodded.
He swiftly moved me on top of his lap, his hands cupping my face, he leaned in and kissed me, angling my head kissing me deeper. He abruptly stood up, his lips never leaving mine. Pulling me tight against his chest, I wrap my legs around him. I’m so focused on the kiss and him that it’s not till I feel the cool hard marble that I realize he has me on the kitchen counter. Now that he’s no longer holding me his hands begin to roam sliding his hands over my hips and waist squeezing my breasts groping me possessively. I gasp when he pinches my nipples through my shirt, and dig my heels in his ass hoping to pull him closer.
"I fucking love that sound," he mutters, breaking away from my lips to kiss my neck and the sensitive spot behind my ear. "It's almost as good as your laugh."
He bites down on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and I whimper as the sensation shoots through me.
"Love that one too," he groans. "I want to memorize each one of them."
His hands are rough as they go to the waistband of my pants, working to undo them quickly. I unhook my legs from around his waist and shift my weight from side to side, letting him work my pants off. My shirt comes next, and I lift my arms to help him, not missing the way his brown eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me sitting on the countertop in just my bra and pan-ties.
“Jay” I whisper, swallowing hard.
"Please..."
"I've got you," he promises, reaching up to squeeze my breasts. He teases them through my bra and then reaches around to unclasp the hook in the back, sliding the straps off my arms. "Fuck." For a second, I think he might drop his head and torture my sensitive nipples with his lips, teeth, and tongue the way he seems to like. But instead, he slides one hand firmly through my hair, gripping the strands tightly close to my scalp. He tilts my head back just a little, and the absolute control he has over the movement makes my heart race.
"Look at me." His voice is a low rasp, his pupils dark pools. "Do not take your fucking eyes off me, you got it?”
I nod as much as I can with the limited range of motion I have right now, then decide that's not good enough.
"I won't," I whisper.
"Good."
Keeping his grip on my hair, Jay slides his other hand beneath the rips my panties. His fingers find my entrance, dipping inside me as he watches my face. I suck in a sharp breath, my thighs instinctively clenching around his hand before I force them to relax, spreading them wider.
His lips twitch at the corners as he feels my response to him. It's almost a smile, but not quite, and the intense look doesn't leave his expression.
"Good girl," he murmurs. "I want to make you come just like this."
I nod again, the stinging in my scalp as I tug against his hold on me only heightening the arousal coursing through my body. He presses two fingers deeper inside me, and I can feel how wet I am for him as he slides them out to circle my clit.
He doesn't rush. Despite the tension I can see in every line of his body, there's something almost painfully deliberate about every motion. Like he's trying to prove a point. Like he's trying to lay down some kind of claim.
His fingertips slide deeper inside me, his hand grinding against my clit, and when my eyelids flutter, he makes a warning noise in his throat.
"Eyes on me," he demands, making my eyes snap back open as I refocus on his face. He nods, pumping his fingers faster as his jaw clenches. "There you are. Fucking stay with me, sweetheart ."
He rewards me for it by fucking me harder with his fingers, finally giving me the friction and pressure I need to soar toward my release. My legs start to shake, my breath coming faster and faster as my inner walls tighten greedily around his fingers.
"Jay, I'm gonna..." I lick my lips, my nipples so sensitive that even though he's not touching them, they ache with pleasure. "I'm gonna... please, make me..."
"Shit," he bites out. "I love that sound most of all. Nothing will ever sound as good as you begging for me."
My entire body is tingling, the building pressure of my impending orgasm making me squirm on the counter. But still, Jay doesn't let me move. He keeps me locked in place right where he wants me as he pushes me relentlessly toward a climax that feels like it might steal my soul.
"Do you understand that I will always fight for you?" he asks, driving his fingers into me harshly. "Do you?"
"I..." I can barely speak, much less think. "Jay..."
"No one will hurt you as long as I'm alive. I don't give a shit who they are.I don't care about the consequences.You're mine to protect, you understand that?"
This is the second time he’s said that I’m his. This mine hits me deep in the chest. My jaw drops open on a loud cry, my eyes widening as I watch Jay watch me come. My hips roll against his hand, begging him to fuck me deeper with his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through me.
He doesn't let up until the last shudders of my climax finally ebb away, and it's only when he releases his hold on my hair and flexes his fingers that I realize just how tightly he was holding on to me.
My pussy is still throbbing with the aftershocks as I reach for him, sliding my hand between us to palm his cock through his pants. He's hard as steel, and his shaft jerks against my touch as he withdraws his fingers from me.
I squeeze his cock again and then undo his pants, working them down along with his boxer briefs. Leaving them hanging low on his hips, I reach for his shirt next, and he moves his arms to help me as I get rid of that item of clothing too.
The muscles of his chest and arms flex as he grips my knees and spreads my legs wider, then slides his hands up to my hips and pulls me toward the edge of the counter, a little nearer to him.
"What do you want, Sweetheart ?" he asks in a low voice.
Ilet out a shaky breath, goosebumps spreading over my skin. "Fuck me."
"Who do you want to fuck you? Say it."
There's a hard edge to his voice, but there's something else there too. Something almost vulnerable. . Like he needs to hear me say the words.
"You," I whisper. "I want—I need you to fuck me, Jay. Please."
His nostrils flare as he inhales, and he steps up between my legs, so close that I can feel his cock nudge against my lower belly.
"Has anyone else ever fucked you like I do?" He reaches up, capturing my jaw between his thumb and fingers as his other hand stays firm on my hip.
"Has anyone made you feel this way?" I lick my lips, my heart fluttering.
"No," I answer honestly, because it's a truth I can't deny. Something passes over his face, his fingers flexing as they dig into my hip.
"Then put me inside you. Show me how bad you want King Switch to fuck you." My heart skips a beat, but I obey his command, holding his gaze as I reach down between us and wrap my fingers around him. The skin of his cock is smooth beneath my palm, and he's so fucking hard that it makes my stomach flutter. He spreads his legs a little, bringing himself to the right height as I line him up with my entrance.
The head of his cock slips inside me, and instead of withdrawing my hand, I let my fingers keep brushing against him as he pushes into me. There's something both filthy and powerful about feeling him claim me like this, feeling the way our bodies become con-nected. He draws back and presses back in a few times, coating his shaft in my wetness, until he's finally buried inside me to the hilt.
"So. Fucking. Good," he mutters roughly.
"Yeah," I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck. "More. Please."
Dropping his other hand to my waist, he gives me what I need and starts to fuck me, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.
I cling to him, trying to keep our bodies close together even though the force of his thrusts keeps scooting me backward on the counter. Every time that happens, he drags me back toward him, making a noise of frustration as if he hates having any space between us at all.
The kitchen is quiet except for our harsh breaths and the sound of skin on skin, and I feel like I'm floating, spiraling upward as pleasure fills my limbs.
He lets out a grunt that seems to come from deep inside him, and the sound is so raw, so fucking sexy, that some primal part of me responds to it.
"Jay!" His name falls from my lips on a moan, my arms and legs wrapping around him as I fall apart. He's right there with me, his orgasm coming so fast on the heels of my own that I'm not even sure which one of us comes first.
He buries his face in my neck, his ass muscles clenching over and over as he drives into me a few more times.
We go still, wrapped around each other as we catch our breath. I feel almost drunk from the two intense orgasms, and I blink as my gaze focuses back on his face. His face softens “ was the reality better than the dream?” I smile nodding my head, and burying it in his shoulder.
“Tomorrow, when we are all gather around the kitchen table, and you’ll look at the kitchen island and think about this, and when that pretty pink blush of yours flushes your cheeks they’ll all know what I meant when I said you were mine.”
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Kevin x Reader (The boys Youtube)
Warnings: kissing,cussing that’s it 🗿🗿
summary: You joined the boys and you had a small crush on one of the camera mans and maybe he also had a crush on you?
pronouns:She/her
You have been With the boys for about 6 months now and you got along with everyone pretty well you and Juicy having the same energy so y’all were besties real quick.So one day you and the boys were filming a video in japan you guys got into different teams (let’s just say that you are also a mexican like Eddie but you don’t know that much spanish) But anyways, here are the groups: Group 1 Narrator and juicy. Group 2 Mully and Josh. Group 3 Eddie and you. so you guys picked a camera man to go with you guys Narrator and juicy picked dose and Mully and josh picked Alana and Eddie and Juicy were the only ones who knew you had a crush one kevin so Juicy told Eddie to pick Kevin.So you guys went around japan doing the stuff that you needed to do and then you guys saw Mully and Josh and btw you were wearing a spider-man hat that you guys got as a prize and when Mully saw it he took it from you and ran off with josh and you were standing there in shock and you were like “MULLEN GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE YOU FAT FUCK” Him and josh were running as fast as they can and eventually you got tired and stopped chasing them. “Bro that was rude they took your spider-man hat” Eddie said.” “I’ll get you one later Y/n” Kevin said and you blushed because you wouldn’t think he would say that and you didn’t know he had a crush on you too and Eddie was giggling.Then you’re next thing to do one the bingo map was that you guys had to go eat some sushi and that was really easy because y’all liked sushi so y’all didn’t mind it.So you guys started to walk over to the nearest sushi place and let’s just say Kevin was like paying for everything for you and you didn’t know why so you just went on with it and then once the game was over Group 2 won the game and then later you guys went back to the hotel. Also you and Kevin were sharing a room so Yeah🤭🤭. And the video wasn’t over yet so you got into a quick shower before kevin got in the shower and after you guys were done getting ready you went to go meet with the rest of the group. Then the cameras were on and you guys went to a restaurant and on the walk there you,Juicy and Eddie were talking about random stuff until Eddie brought up What happened today btw you guys were ahead of the group so you guys didn’t have to worry.”juicy wanna know what Kevin was doing for Y/n to day?” Eddie said.”Hell yeah what happened?”Juicy said in excitement.”So what happened was Mully took Y/n Spider-man hat and ran off and she chased after them but got to tired and stopped chasing them.Then kevin said he will buy here a new one and Kevin has been paying for her all day today”Eddie said as you blushed.”Y/n you gotta tell him soon bro”Juicy said.”But what if he doesn’t like me back and it will ruin our friendship.” You sounded sad at the last part but just went on with it.”Oh guys look were here!”Josh said.”Oooo i’m really hungry right now and i can’t wait to eat some really good food.” Narrator said sounding really happy.As you guys walk in Juicy and Eddie go talk with the other boys and Kevin came up to you and y’all talked for a couple minutes before you guys had to go sit down.”I can’t wait to get back to the hotel room and pass out bro.”Kevin had said while pointing the camera at you.”yeah i can’t wait either cuz i might just stay up for a bit and be on youtube, Soooooo yeah.”You had said slightly blushing but not so much so where nobody couldn’t see it.”Ok guys let’s go sit down and chill.”Josh had sayed leading you all to the table.You sat in between Eddie and juicy and you guys were just talking about random stuff.”Ok what would you guys like to drink?” the waitress had said to you guys.So everyone just oder a water or a soda.”I have a special announcement.” juicy said to everyone while looking at his phone to play something goofy and just started to dance.”Juicy sit the fuck down everyone’s giving us weird looks!” Yow whispers yelled.”Sorry i had to do it🙈.”He said sitting back down.”Ok here are your guy’s drinks.”the waitress said “Thank you so much!” Narrator said.
TIME SKIP BECAUSE IM LAZY
Once you guys got back to the hotel everyone went to their rooms and slept while you and Kevin were still up he confessed to you.” Hey Y/n?” Kevin said nervously.”Yes Kevin?” You look up from your phone looking at Kevin.”I like you like a lot.And not in a friend way like i really like you and i thought you would know because i’ve been paying for you lately.” In that moment you froze you couldn’t believe what he just said to you.”Kevin i also like you i have been holding it in for a while and i was scared you wouldn’t like me back”. That moment Kevin got up and got you to stand up and he kissed you.”Kevin what are yo-“ He tilted his head a little bit to deepen the kiss making it even longer.Eventually he broke the kiss and asked you to be his girlfriend. You yelled “YES” and hugged him tightly that night you two cuddled.
EDIT:Bro i just finished this and it’s 10:22 pm and my hands hurt really bad
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CONTINUED UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ABOUT STEP BY STEP, EPISODE 11
I will spare y’all my biting criticism with a read-more. But, TL;DR -- my review is short (for me, HA!), and I hand this show over lovingly to anyone who wants it.
(Thanks to continued conversations with the inimitable @lurkingshan and the utterly lovely @neuroticbookworm to ensure I’m not going insane with these thoughts.)
At this point, I don’t know what narrative lens we’re supposed to be watching this show through*. Maybe a few of them, together, but that is striking me as an understudied, overambitious, overworked, and confused approach to understanding this show.
Is it a queer narrative about how Jeng has been closeted-ish/held back in his public queer identification for so long that he’s turned into an inconsistent, incommunicative, distrusting putz? Is there a connection between his family being disapproving of his sexuality, and/or him running away from a filial fate of taking over his dad’s company -- and him being a bumbling asshole to Pat?
Is it a trust narrative about how Pat can’t trust ANYONE? Put, Jeng, Jeng’s dad, the company, Toh? Maybe even Chot? (I’m just throwing that out there, since Chot sent him into the battlefield with Jeng during the last episode -- I love Chot, I ain’t blamin’ Chot.) (Maybe I analytically get to this narrative by... assuming Pat can’t trust anyone, since his loving, COMMUNICATIVE parents ended up getting divorced?) (And in the process of that divorce, we learn, in part, that Pat’s mom couldn’t find her full potential in life unless she was outside of the marriage?) [So maybe that’s what needs to happen to Pat? Since Jeng is CLEARLY UNDERMINING Pat’s efforts to be successful on his (Pat’s) own, in multiple ways, by really not allowing Pat to have control over his (Pat’s) own life?]
Is this a MACRO MACRO narrative commentary on the failings of BL tropes and the BL industry as a whole? (The reveal of the once-toxic Ying as a fujoshi?)
It could very well be all of these narratives at the same time. However, the execution of this storytelling, at this point, is so inconsistent and choppy that 1) I can’t exactly tell, and 2) I’m so frustrated about the amount of time that I’ve spent trying to understand this show that at this point, I don’t really want or care TO care.
To refer back to my first point (*) -- I think it’s unfair for me to demand that ANY show have a singular narrative lens. But I propose that Step By Step would have been an actually successful drama if it hadn’t tried to do so much. I’m EXTREMELY biased right now on this kind of analysis, because I’ve just finished Until We Meet Again for the Old GMMTV Challenge, and watched two narrative lenses in DeanPharm and KornIntouch come together into one cohesive story. (And, fuck, I cannot believe I’m saying this about a New Siwaj show.) I mean -- you can take filmmaking classes that can teach screenwriters and directors how to handle multiple narrative lenses successfully.
Maybe that’s the word: cohesiveness. I’m not seeing cohesiveness in Tee Bundit’s Step By Step. Instead, I watched an episode with actual minutes -- MINUTES! -- spent watching an office team held in tension as internet “likes” poured in. Looking at computers. I spent MANY MINUTES watching Jaab WAFFLE over MULTIPLE episodes going back and forth on Jen... only to discover that he missed Jen’s departure to Japan -- a Very Big Life Decision that Jaab just *missed.* Okay.
And.... we are left with the break-up of Jeng and Pat. And a time jump.
I mean.
All that growth of the previous episodes, all that slow burn, all that processing of Pat’s growth into a hopefully successful professional digital marketer. For what. No cohesive character development or a sharpening of any narrative lenses.
The last thing I’ll offer is that I understand that Tee Bundit added themes to this show that were not present in the original novel, such as the aforementioned macro commentary on the BL industry and other workplace storylines. And, starting with episode 10, he was on his complete own, outside of the novel’s romance arc (thank you to @lurkingshan for confirming this for me). I’ll theorize, therefore, that what we’ve been watching these past few weeks is a Frankenstein-ed approach to this story where the novel focused on the romance aspect of Pat and Jeng, and Tee’s been wanting to drive home themes of workplace success (I think); professional growth (I think?!); homophobia in the workplace and the harms of either being disapproved of and/or being closeted or closeted-ish in general (Jeng, Chot/Krit, Pat), plus that macro commentary on the BL industry that got edited out.
But, and I emphasize here: not a SINGLE one of these threads has been illuminated to the point of clarity. I’ve wondered in the back of my mind if Tee maybe threw the baby out with the bathwater on this show AFTER the whole ZeeNew debacle, but -- whatever. The seams on this show were fraying weeks ago, and it shows.
Again -- I can’t think much longer on this show. It’s over next week. After a break-up and a time jump. We’re on the express train to a likely happy ending that I’m going to guess will be totally unearned. I had high hopes for each episode, only to be sorely disappointed since episode 8, when the drag got so unbalanced that I started to raise red flags. I want to see a surprise turn towards good storytelling for this finale next week. I want to be proven wrong about my instincts, but I ain’t putting any of my money on it.
#step by step#step by step meta#jeng x pat#pat x jeng#ben bunyapol#man trisanu#i think ben and man improved over the course of this series but were vastly underutilized#i think a better structured script could have leveraged both of their inexperiences much better
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I don’t write for UA students but Bakugo and me are the same person and we’d be best friends if I was at UA 😂. I was listening to Bakugo by KVMIL and it just had me thinking about Bakugo x black american bestfriend reader (this has been sitting in my drafts forever lol might as well let it go)
No warnings, just two foreign besties with bad attitudes and terrible language (purely platonic)
Katsuki definitely speaks English, he’s a rich kid, and his parents traveled to the states a lot for work and they used to takes him in the summer. He just refuses to speak English because he thinks it sounds stupid.
The back and forth trips are how he ended up meeting you in the first place the summer between first and second grade. Your parents were working on a collaborative design line focusing on mixing Japanese and African American street fashion styles
Neither of you liked each other. He was loud and you thought his red eyes were creepy. He thought you were a loser and hated the noise your hair made when you walked (it was the beads, he thinks they look “cool or whatever” now though) you guys actually ended up fighting, Mitsuki thought it was funny because Katsuki lost (he started it) she bought you ice cream for winning.
After that day you guys came to an agreement to not speak to each other but by day 3 of vacation you were sharing games and sending each other colored screens on your DSIs. You guys did argue everyday of that summer though, and every day of every summer you spent together until middle school when he started staying in Japan to train.
Fast forward to high school and you still text each other. He’s at UA and you’re at a well known hero school in the states. Both of you are loud mouths with quirks worthy of helping saving lives (yours a quirk reversal/theft quirk that allowed you to reverse a persons quirk or utilize their abilities for a certain amount of time, like toga and all for one mixed).
Let’s just say your school has a sports festival similar to UAs that’s also televised and streamed nationally and internationally which prompts Miruko to want you intern abroad with her. Of course you accept and your school works with UA to get you into a transfer program thus starting your 1 year stent at UA. Now for fun’s sake you didn’t tell Katsuki you were coming to UA so imagine his surprise when all the rest of 1A is talking about some American transfer student and he walks into the common room and sees you sitting there.
“What. What the fuck are you doing here you fucking loser” the rest of 1A is shook, they know he’s an ass but they didn’t think he’d just be mean to new student. Just when they get ready to intervene you respond to him with a “you know you’re happy to see me fucker it’s been like 3 years” and the rest of the class is just like wtf is going on here. Y’all of course explain that you knew each other and that you’re besties. Deku being the only one not surprised considering you’d met him once before.
From then on you too go back into your old ways from childhood but with added addition of training. When you’re not busy with Miruko and him with Jeanist y’all go back to the Bakugo house and eat dinner with Mitsuki and Masaru.
You make him apologize to deku (long before canon) when he tells you what happened during middle school and how the first half of the semester had been. You beat his ass and told him to get over himself (he knew you were right).
You and Deku going feral when he gets hurt, LOV attacks and the three of you have to be put on house arrest by Iida cause y’all get too emotional over one another
Forcing him to class 1A gatherings. Neither of you wanna go but Mina saw you two getting ready to disappear after dinner and dragged y’all to movie night
Katsuki likes American food. Spice levels are just a little higher, flavors are a little more intense than typical Japanese food. You can cook a little bit and help him make American style dinners for everybody sometimes
People think you guys are partners cause of how relaxed you two are around each other but he’s like your brother and you would kiss m*neta before Katsuki
Yeah just two foreign besties (your American friends thought you were lying about your best friend living in Japan all through middle school, they didn’t realize you were serious until you moved and FaceTimed them with Katsuki in the camera)
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Event | Xmas PARK CARNIVAL | EP: Christmas is Just Around the Corner
Izumi: Ah, Sakuya-kun and Banri-kun, you’re finally back. Now everyone’s here.
Banri: Sorry for makin’ ya wait.
Sakuya: We got you a chocolate drink, Muku-kun.
Muku: Thank you! Uwaah, it smells so good and looks so delicious…!
Banri: Whoa, there’s a lot of stuff on the table.
Banri: Roast chicken, meat pies, cakes… did y’all buy all of this…?
Tasuku: No, nothing like that. Some of the staff prepared it for us.
Izumi: It looks like they all went out of their way to get everything ready for us.
Sakuya: Seems like it! Thank you so much for preparing this all.
Sasaki: No, no, it’s nothing! Think of it as a thank you for all of your help this time.
Sasaki: We’ll be doing a few more performances of the show tomorrow, and we look forward to continuing to work with you.
Izumi: Likewise.
Guy: Shall we take a moment to have a toast then?
Tenma: Yeah. Plus I’m hungry.
Masumi: Here, a drink for you, Director.
Izumi: Thanks. Well then, good work on opening day, guys! Cheers!
Sakuya: Good work, everyone. Cheers!
Banri: Cheers.
Tenma: Mh, this meat pie is really good.
Muku: Uwaah, this chocolate drink is so sweet and yummy…!
Guy: This over here utilizes spices well and is delicious.
*Phone rings*
Masumi: …Who’s phone is ringing?
Muku: Sorry, that’s mine! …Ah! Kazu-kun and the others are video-calling me!
Tenma: It’s around noon in Japan right now, isn’t it?
Tasuku: Yeah, that sounds about right.
Muku: Hi, Kazu-kun!
Kazunari: “Ah, good work today, Mukkun~! How are things over there?”
Muku: The opening day of the show went really well, and we’re having a Christmas party right now!
Kazunari: “For realsies!? That’s like totes awesome!”
Kazunari: “We miss you lots over here, Mukkun~.”
Citron: “Ooh, are you video-calling Muku and the others?”
Sakuya: Citron-san!
Citron: “I am missing you very much too, Sakuya. You have been gone forever and ever, uwaahh!”
Citron: “Tsuzuru also misses Masumi so much that he’s been sobbing for days.”
Masumi: Yeah, that’s a complete lie.
Sakuya: Fufu, we’re bringing lots of souvenirs back for you guys, so please wait a bit longer for them!
Citron: “Yaay~! Thank you, I’ll be a good boy and wait then ♪ Do your best with the show, Director, and everyone!”
Izumi: Yeah, thanks!
Kazunari: “BTDubs, TsumuTsumu and Azu went out for tea together since Tax and GuyGuy aren’t here.”
Tasuku: They do that whether we’re there or not.
Guy: Well, that’s okay then.
Kazunari: “Ah, Yukki and Hyodle, c’mere for a sec! We’re talking to the guys in America right now.”
Kazunari: “Here, aren’t you missing TenTen so much too, Yukki?”
Yuki: “Hah? I’m doing great. I can actually focus on my work for once.”
Tenma: Hey, what the hell…!
Yuki: “...What was with that reaction? Do you actually want me to say I miss you? Gross.”
Banri: He’s not gonna admit it~.
Tenma: It’s not funny!
Juza: “...Muku, it’s cold over there, ain’t it? Make sure you don’t catch a cold.”
Muku: Yeah, thanks, Ju-chan!
Izumi: (Muku-kun and Juza-kun’s conversation is heartwarming as usual…)
Banri: Ugh, why do I have to look at his face over the phone?
Juza: “Haah? You’re the one who looked in the first place.”
Banri: You’re the one who came into my view without me askin’.
Sakuya: Ahwah, Banri-kun, Juza-kun, calm down.
Banri: You better not have made a mess on my side of the room just ‘cause I wasn’t there. I ain’t forgivin’ ya if I find candy wrappers ‘n shit all over the place.
Juza: “Stop draggin’ everyone over there down with ya.”
Banri: The fuck…!?
Tasuku: Ugh, here they go…
Masumi: Even across the ocean, they’re still the same.
Muku: Awahhwah…!
Izumi: How about you hang up now, Muku-kun!
Guy: That would be for the best.
Muku: R-Right! Bye, everyone!
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#a3!#a3! translation#sakuya sakuma#banri settsu#muku sakisaka#tenma sumeragi#masumi usui#tasuku takato#guy
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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Twelve
Title: The Elevator Game
Storyteller: Nick Fowler
Summary: Urban legend or portal to another world?
Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! Warnings include but not limited to: angst; soft!dark; mentions of alcohol; cursing; mentions of suicide; implied mental health problems; mentions of medication use; the Elevator Game; and I believe that’s all of it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any & all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. By clicking ‘keep reading’, you agree to these warnings and that you are over 18.
Wordcount: 1,263
As the last night camping with your friends rolled around, you couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. Sure, you were still going to see them once you returned home but it wouldn’t be the same. Despite that, you still felt excited about tonight’s story and you were anxious to see what Nick had in store for everyone. The moon was high in the sky and not a single cloud in sight, it was turning out to be a good night. Smoke from the fire filtered up towards the sky and the fire started to crackle intensely.
Nick rubbed his hand together as he sat on the edge of his chair, a grin had formed on his face. “So, who’s ready for a story?”
“Ooo, yeah, I’m definitely ready for a story.” Jake said excitedly.
“Yeah, I’m ready for one.” Wanda agreed as she took a drink of her beer.
“Great!” Nick clapped his hands together before he took something out of his back pocket, his face suddenly solemn. He flipped the folded up piece of paper as he spoke. “Y’all have heard of the Elevator Game, right?”
The group looked around at one another, looks of confusion on everyone’s faces, even your own face.
“What the hell is the Elevator Game?” Ransom asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Nick let out a huff of air as he started to unfold the piece of paper. “The Elevator Game, in simple terms, is supposedly a step-by-step ritual that’s believed by some to be a sort of portal to other worlds. The game is believed to have originated from Korea and Japan and according to believers, you need to follow the rules exactly. If you stray from the rules, well, let’s just say it’s not a good thing. My friend learned that the hard way as she tried to play the game and failed. I’m still not sure how she was able to send this email to me, but in this email, it shares her experience.
“The subject of the email says, ‘I fucked up’, and at first I thought maybe she had sent me some kind of chain letter. But as I kept reading, I realized that it was her own words, recognizing the way she typed. In the beginning of her email, she claims that she never meant for any of it to happen and that she did her best to follow the rules. Especially since the rules were so important. She stated in the email that she had heard about the Elevator Game from another friend of hers and she had wanted to test it out before Spring Break was over. So, one night, she had decided that she was going to go to a nearby hotel, late at night and play the game. Her email reads:
“‘Nicky, I hate to say this, but this is the last that you’ll probably hear from me. You see, I royally fucked up on playing the Elevator Game. I tried so hard to follow the rules, even had them written down on a small notepad so that I wouldn’t forget. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken my meds beforehand, you know how fuzzy my brain gets while I’m on them. But either way, I fucked up. Please forgive me Nicky, I really did think it was just a game. I didn’t realize that it would lead me to my demise.
“The game is not to be taken lightly and if you take anything away from this final message from me, take my warning seriously and DON’T PLAY! Please, I beg you. I chose the nearby hotel because I knew it had at least 10 floors, thirteen to be exact. Maybe I should’ve taken that as a warning to not go through with it, but I was determined. Taking a deep breath, I walked straight to the elevator and pressed the up button. Thankfully, there was no one in the lobby and I could proceed. I was doing this solo, so if anyone else had gotten on, I would’ve had to wait and start over. When I got inside of the elevator, I quickly looked at my notepad and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The bell rang when the elevator reached the fourth floor and everything seemed normal, so I continued and pressed the button for the second floor. I had just started and I was already starting to doubt that this game was even real and that I was just wasting my time.
“However, that is until the elevator slowly descended to the fifth floor after going up to the tenth. When the elevator got to the fifth floor, the doors slowly creaked open and I got instant chills. The lights in the hallway flickered and buzzed, it was nothing like the other floors. Not to mention that there was a horrible smell. I only peeked out into the hallway for a moment, my curiosity getting the best of me but I didn’t fully leave the elevator. As I turned around to press the button to the first floor, I was met with an unsightly, old woman. She was short and was hunched over, her presence demanded to be felt. The stench that I had first smelled when I reached the fifth floor was now coming from her. I could tell that her black robes were too big for her and the hood covered the top portion of her face, not able to see her eyes. I truly did my best to ignore her like how it says you’re supposed to.
“The descent down to the first floor felt like an eternity and having this being in the elevator only worsened my anxieties. I kept to a corner of the elevator, trying to keep my distance but I found myself glancing over at her. I could feel my attitude changing the longer it stayed quiet and I kept telling myself not to interact with her. When the doors finally opened on the first floor, I bolted out of the elevator and out of the hotel. Completely forgetting not to talk to anyone as I exited, I said goodnight to the night manager. A week had passed since I played that game and throughout the week, I kept seeing that old, hag of a woman. She was always there and at first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I stopped taking my meds thinking that maybe it would help somehow, but it didn’t. I kept seeing her and one day, I blew up on her as I was out running errands, it was not a pretty sight. People thought I was crazy and maybe I was. Once the week was over, I decided that I couldn’t do it anymore.”
Nick let out a heavy sigh as he folded up the paper and stared into the flames of the fire.
“Wait, what happened?” Kate asked as she stared at Nick, waiting for an answer.
“That’s the end of the email. She was found dead a few days later, suicide.” Nick explained, he then took a long drink of his beer.
“I’m sorry about that bud.” Ari said, sympathy laced his voice and his facial expressions.
A heavy silence filled the air as everyone took in Nick’s story, not even the wind made a sound. After a moment, Johnny clapped his hands, startling everyone.
“Alright, who’s next? Has everyone gone?” Johnny asked as he glanced around at his friends.
“I’ve got one.” You chirped, ready to finally tell your story.
#13 nights of halloween#campfire stories#story twelve#multi fandom#multi fandom event#storyteller: nick fowler#nick fowler fanfiction#nick fowler fandom#nick fowler drabble#nick fowler#sebastian stan#sebastian stan fandom#sebastian stan characters
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Have you and all the other stupid ass child porn loving loser ass bitches ever thought minor characters don’t and won’t age as you do because y’all ugly desperate no pussy/dick getting having no hoes asses just because y’all can’t get a partner doesn’t mean it’s somehow fictional minors fault you like minor dick/pussy (and no the “they look like adults” argument don’t work because one they 14-17 not 7 what the fuck they supposed to look like two good job on using Paedophilia logic) so I hope you and all the other brain dead (unfortunately not literally) bitches die or get bullied so bad y’all kill yourself y’all 🤝 trump wanting to fuck kids
good fucking bye lets decode this
so you think saying something to me hidden behind the anonymous is gonna affect me
your first point: never once have i written smut abt a minor character i dont explicitly state it (cuz i feel like that would be obviously by my 'will not write') but i do usually hint at *cough cough* MSBY, The adlers, Japan national team
just say you dont read my fics and go
^^ those screenshot are from the wiki fandom that show their ages so yes they do age (at least in haikyuu) also if you read the manga you would know
next your second point :
"y'all ugly desperate no pussy/dick getting having no hoes asses just because y'all can't get a partner doesn't mean it's somehow fictional minors fault you like minor dick/pussy" all i really need to say is PLEASE PLEASE pay attention in english class... if your an adult writting this 1) get a life , 2) please get a tutor or some shit
also my sex life is not at all your information, maybe i dont have one because i'm more focused on my college education ( i think you should too) and learning to speak to people like a normal human being. also i have so many moots that are in extremely happy relationships also the fact that you even begin to think id sexualize minors is fucking weird i think you might be the one that likes minors (please get therapy)
n e way your next point:
""they look like adults" argument don't work because one they 14-17 not 7 what the fuck they supposed to look like two good job on using Paedophilia logic)
i very much agree with this statement ( a little fyi, if your gonna call people pedophiles at least spell it right ... it also would be pedophilic in the context you are using) to continue anyone who uses this logic is weird af and it is pedophilic (i just have nothing else to say cuz im disgusted with someone even using that argument
your final statement
" so I hope you and all the other brain dead (unfortunately not literally) bitches die or get bullied so bad y'all kill yourself y'all"
idk abt anyone else but my doctor says i'm not brain dead🤷♀️
also the fact that once again you tell people on the internet to k!ll themselves and then hide behind the anonymous is laughable but whatever helps you sleep at night
also the fact that you think everyone cares abt trump, spoiler alert! some of us, like me, don't live in the states
wow that was a funny one to wake up too <3 i hope this ask has a very good day!!
lots of love,
Nari <3
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#ushijima x reader#atsumu x reader#suna x reader#sakusa x reader#some people hurt my head#naritalks#haikyuu fluff#silly ask
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