• fluff , angst , suggestive , Alternate Universes , platonic relationships , x g!n user & x female user✅
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ texts with your tutor Gojo Satoru (nerdjo). PT2
pt 1 here!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ before you read... 📖
featuring : female!user , nerdjo (aka toru) , geto suguru , a bit of fratjo (aka sato)
(implied) pairings : sorority!user x nerdjo
! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and rude nerdjo , slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.
a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3
a/n: ouuuu shiiii does anyone else smell that😳😳 sorry this part is a bit short TT it's about to get so much more interesting I'm so excited to show u guys ehehehe
Ueyeheheh hii! Hope you're having a good day/night!! I've been scrolling through my recent followers blogs and omg I must say that I absolutely adore yourss!!! The pink and ranpo caught my attention and also AKULUCY!! I was like AKULUCY MENTIONED when I saw your header. You don't see much akulucy chippers in this economy 👀👀 or akuatsulucy...
Are you looking for mutuals rn cuz I would love to be moots w you 🥹🥹
OMG HAI AHSGSHVS I almost jumped when I saw u in my inbox LMAOOO I absolutely ADOREEE ur writing u don't understand, like I binge read ur fics last night and I was having the time of my life LMAO. YESYESYES AKULUCY!! I love akulucy and akuatsulucy so muchhhh they're so dear to meee TT
ur a fellow souheki shipper too omg this is amazing I've haven't been this excited in a long while jdjagshshkdh
I AM LOOKING FOR MUTUALS ACTUALLY!! I would love love love to be ur moot!! ˃͈◡˂͈ <3
! ! : college AU , swearing , death threats (in a /joke way) , very blunt and kinda rude nerdjo , slowburn , opposites attract, nerdjo HATESSS fraternities & sororities.
a/n : please take note that I am not sure if this is accurate to how irl fraternities and sororities work, so please do educate me and correct me if I make any mistakes whatsoever while writing this <3
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a/n : first work on JJK and ofc it HAD to be nerdjo ahaha🤤🤤 this'll most definitely have more parts to it heh (if this does good that is gulps). I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS CAUSE I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING AND BUILDING THIS UP LMAOO
ranpo x lawyer!reader!! she's an office siren type.. they're like enemies (one sided ig ranpos a loser bro) to lovers type!! ranpo gets jealous when she talks with poe/mushitaro more than him!!
── ⟡ LAW AND DEDUCTIONS .ᐟ.ᐟ
Ranpo with lawyer!reader headcanons+drabbles ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆
⋮⋮ hi anon! so sorry for the long wait, I hope you don't mind. But you did send this when my inbox was currently closed so it was bound to take long anyways. I tried to get to work with this request as much as I can, I promise! Anyways, tysm for this lovely req! I remember reading a wattpad story similar to it (reader was a prosecuter), a shame its discontinued… This was so fun to do! I love ranpo sm so. I randomly locked in at the start and just fell off as i went on my bad :(
⋮⋮ word count: 1.5k
⋮⋮ warnings: one-sided rivalry, (not so) one-sided crush, jealousy, assassination and murder case mentioned, enemies to lovers-ish, do they end up together? no one knows… (they do) ₊ ⊹
Ranpo with lawyer!reader whom he meets shortly after solving a case—or rather, after solving a case that refuses to stay finished. He knows exactly who the perpetrator is. He knows how they did it, why they did it, and where the evidence can be found. The Great Detective had solved such a difficult case in no more than a days time, and as he had always done; he told the police exactly where the necessary evidence would be found. Alas, the police hadn't—they never did bother to unearth the evidence against the perpetrator.
Whether through carelessness or sheer incompetence, the one piece of evidence needed to prove the perpetrator's guilt in court was left untouched as though it held but little significance. What seemed to be, at a glance, a smooth mystery solved became much more complicated. As the lawyer handling this case, you quickly realize that the outcome of this peculiar case rests its weight unto the deductions of a singular man. You seek him out in hopes of finally proving the suspect guilty.
The placid tranquility of the Agency suffered intrusion beneath the reverberating cadence of heels unto polished tiles. Indeed, they announced the presence of their owner long before a voice could ever hope of achieving the same—the clacking of heels alone announced your presence with remarkable confidence. You navigated through halls until you had arrived before a door dark as ebony. And upon your crossing of its threshold, the office itself appeared to falter as though in the face of a presence not asked for, yet still, a presence they can not ignore.
You perceived him immediately, right where people said he would be. The clacking of heels had halted only when you stood before the renowned Great Detective. "Ranpo Edogawa, yes? The detective who had handled the assassination of Ryuuki Uematsu? If so, then I need to talk with you."
Ranpo gave you a scathing glance from where he reclined languidly within his chair, possessing all the ease of a monarch upon his throne. Upon his lap rested an opened bag of chips, whilst at the corners of his mouth lingered the unmistakable evidence of his indulgence.
"Yepp, that's me! The Greatest Detective!" said he with a grin. "If you're here to ask for an autograph, you'll have to come back later—I'm a little busy right now."
Yet you remained composed—so remarkably, so infuriatingly composed—that Ranpo found himself dissatisfied by the sight of it. "I'm not here for an autograph."
"Oh?" he said, dragging the word out. "Then what do you want? And who are you in the first place?!"
You stepped forward, and lay a file unto his desk. Ranpo spared it only the briefest of glances, yet it was in his ability to tell that the documents inside are highlighted, and organized to the pinnacle.
"The lawyer of the case you 'solved'. And I'm here to tell you that the police failed to secure the evidence needed to prove the defendant guilty in court."
"Yeah? Well then shouldn't you have just went to the police?" said he, soon thereafter his face showed his own doubt to what he said. "No, wait! I get it!" he suddenly declared, pointing a finger like he'd cracked a second case. "The entire police force is useless. They couldn't even keep up with my deductions, so of course they messed it up. Honestly, what a waste of time."
"None of my concern. What's my concern is the evidence in which you will help me find."
"Hahhh? No way!" he proclaimed with manner akin to a child denying a chore, wearing a pout upon his countenance and crossing his arms. "I already solved the mystery to the murder therefore I am done with the case entirely! Getting evidence isn't something the Greatest Detective should be doing, don't be silly."
Ranpo insists the culprit's guilt is obvious.
You insist that "obvious" is not admissible evidence, neither is his word.
Ranpo with lawyer!reader whom he ended up helping anyways. And through multiple meetings and consultations—what bothered him the most is your lack of appreciation for his skill. Not that he cared for your praise and acknowledgement in the first place, surely not. It was just the standard for commissioning the time of the Greatest detective in the country! So dare to answer his concerns of why after leading you directly to the evidence the police somehow failed to recover, not even a "Splendid work, Ranpo" came out of your lips? Thus, instead, you had paltrily written something down in your file, and moved on with the signature clack of heels trailing behind your presence.
It became a recurring problem. You became a repeated problem in his life thereafter. Wherein, amid situations, that Ranpo had provided a deduction to a case—you ask for tons of clarification and physical proof. Although, truth be told, you wholeheartedly saw Ranpo's intelligence as something deserving respect. Never had you doubted his deductions. Never had you challenged his conclusions. You simply wished to do your job properly, and that is to secure documentation. Actual stuff that may be used in court.
You never gave Ranpo any praise for why would one praise the sun for rising? He remained yearning for your praise, nevertheless. By that point, Ranpo no longer wanted praise from everyone. He had already possessed such a thing too easy to claim. Yours remained difficult to hear and thus the great detective deemed it valuable. Hearing genuine approval from you became one of his favorite things, precisely because you never gave it lightly.
"Nice work, detective.", said you.
"That's really all?"
"Well, what would you have preferred? A medal?"
"For one, you can start by telling me how there's no one better than me in what I do, and then—"
“I'd rather not. Thanks.”
Ranpo with lawyer!reader who can keep up with him. It was in your ability to comprehend what he's deducing and start discussing the legal implications. Wherein most would require explanations, you ask him for details. You become one of the only people capable of interrupting his deductions without completely derailing them.
"It's obviously because they had entered through the—"
"Would that constitute unlawful entry?", said you while nursing a pen and a small notebook within your hands.
"I don't like wasting my time on such boring things, but yes. It would be."
"Noted. Please do continue."
"Only if you won't interrupt me again, of course."
Ranpo with lawyer!reader who he declared his rival.
"(Y/n)! Accompany me on this investigation!"
"Literally why?"
"Why? Because we're rivals, duh!"
"We're what?"
Ranpo with lawyer!reader starts treating your office as though it is but an extension of the Agency. Permission be damned, he will simply be there uninvited cradling numerous bags of chips to last the day. He develops the habit of sitting onto the chair opposite to your desk.
"Ranpo, why are you here?"
"I was bored! Atsushi refused to perform circus tricks for me."
"That's not an excuse to disrupt my work here."
"I'm not that disruptive!."
Ranpo with lawyer!reader memorizes your schedule disturbingly fast, through observation. For whatever reason, he is aware of when court starts; he is aware of afternoons wherein you had skipped lunch; he is aware when you've been working long enough without a break.
"You do know coffee isn't something to be called lunch, right?" said he.
"I don't have the time for a full meal right now."
"Yes, you do! Your next court hearing isn't until three hours from now!"
"How do you even know that?"
"Ultra Deduction, of course."
Ranpo with lawyer!reader whom appears to be put together by the hand of god, seemingly at all times. Your whole wardrobe consists of perfectly tailored suits, and heels sharp enough to pierce—never a hair out of place. Never does it halt there. Your files are immaculate as well, organized, tabbed, and highlighted. While everyone else is scrambling for missing documents, you're already pulling the exact page from a perfectly indexed file.
"Organize my snack cabinet, will you?"
"No, Ranpo."
"Not even if I say by—"
"No, Ranpo."
"Hmph, fine."
Ranpo with lawyer!reader who dares to ignore him by spending more time with Poe. He would never admit paying attention to the time you spend with him, he simply happens to observe that you've spent thirty-seven minutes talking to Poe about novel manuscripts. He will be all pouty until you pay attention to him solely. It's neither possessiveness nor jealousy, it is simply entitlement. He had grown so accustomed to your attention that when somebody else has it for too long—he gets annoyed, deeply annoyed. Why are you talking to them? He's right here.
"Remind me again why he's still here?"
"We're talking about his latest published work, it's amazing."
"Oh, you flatter me, Ms. (Y/n)."
“Boringgg! Talk to me instead.”
Ranpo with lawyer!reader who he never stopped treating as a rival. Never had he stopped challenging you, he merely fell in love in the middle of it. A conclusion in which he came to—when another banter was ongoing forth, and he thought of how pretty your smile looked in the moment. The transition is jarring.
"Are you even paying attention, detective?"
"Well, how could I when you look like that?"
"W-what?"
Case Closed. All credits go to @reasaph. Do not plagiarize, translate, or copy my works.
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A/N: Lowk self indulgent soz if this isn’t ur thing lollll also I forgot to keep his name in the first screenshot sorry guys lol. Hope you guys like it!!!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ KENMA KOZUME is the small streamer YOU'VE been watching ⭑.ᐟ
before you read... ⊹ ࣪ ˖
• g!n user x Kenma Kozume , might be a bit ooc , swearing.
Introduction ``
• you've been watching Kenma stream since you were in middle school, more specifically like a few months before going into first year of highschool.
• you were introduced to him one random night while you were looking for a walkthrough of a horror game you've been invested in. his stream had 35 views at best back when you started watching him.
• you bonded with him through the chat as time passed and had been acknowledged as an "og subscriber" by the time he got 10k subscribers on twitch.
• on the first day of highschool, you found out that you were in the same school as the small streamer you've been watching for a while now. and surprise, surprise, you were also in the same class.
• you didnt think to befriend him irl, since you thought that the viewer-streamer friendship you already had was enough for you. plus, you didn't want to cross a boundary with him as a fan.
• you were forced to sit together in second year though and started growing closer unintentionally.
headcanons ᯤ⁹⁹⁹⁺
➤ Kenma referred to you as the "classmate who always smells nice" during the first year of high school. cause it was true, you really did smell nice. you sat behind him and he always caught this refreshing scent coming from you. it was quite nice, according to him. he liked it.
➤ it was kind of awkward for both you and him during second year. awkward for him cause he wasn't used to pair-sitting arrangements and awkward for you cause you knew who he was and it was eating you alive.
➤ Kenma mentioned you in stream once, very casually. “my new seatmate in class smells like a fresh flower bed and has been talking to me more. should I be happy or scared?", he's joking around, of course. but you were silently screaming while watching the stream cause you knew damn well that seatmate was YOU.
➤ Kenma saw you playing a game he played on his latest stream during break time one day and asked you about it. you officially started talking more from that day on.
➤ he definitely gives you game recommendations that he's played during his streams, not knowing you already know the games from watching him and have in fact, already played all of them.
➤ after some time of getting to know each other more, Kenma starts inviting you to hangout with him at arcades and cyber cafe's. of course, with the addition of Kuroo tagging along during said hangouts.
➤ he is SO rude in the most funniest way ever. it just shows how much Kenma has really warmed up to you. he'd say stuff like, “[user], you're actually so bad at this game. it's so bad.” or “don't talk when I'm combo-ing”. but you can clearly tell that he's clearly just joking around with you, even when his tone is flat as hell like most of the time.
➤ Kenma told you he was in the school's VB team and you start showing up to watch him practice sometimes. the team got suspicious and started questioning Kenma if you were his partner, in which he firmly denied with a deadpan expression.
➤ he definitely unintentionally talked about you in stream from time to time without even noticing. casually drops : “my friend irl is really good at this game. I'd never tell them that tho lol”. little does he know you're actually watching his stream, and you've secretly clipped him saying that.
➤ Kuroo once caught you two sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, heads almost pressed against each other, watching a Valorant gameplay in complete silence.
K : "oh my God. you're dating."
then he gets sushed right after he says that.
➤ you two unironically text each other every day without fail. doesn't matter whether it's about, games, homework or just idle chat. you're ALWAYS texting each other about the most randomest of bullshits.
➤ he doesn't know when it happened, but you started turning into the one thing he looks forward to at school, besides kuroo and volleyball kinda. he doesn't think too much of it, just thought that it was normal to look forward to seeing a "friend". but, he would question the warm feeling in his chest that he gets whenever you smile at him from time to time.
➤ Kenma started inviting you to play with him during his streams. but suspiciously enough, one of his "og viewers" start disappearing from the chat whenever you hop onto a game with him. (I wonder why ahaha)
K : "weird, [ur username] isn't here again today"
user : "maybe they're busy? Idk tho, just a hunch", you say as you start sweating irl.
➤ after some time of really getting closer to each other, Kenma starts inviting you over to his house to play games. Kuroo's "special controller" that he always used while playing with Kenma has officially become YOUR special controller. well, of course only for the time being. he plans to buy a controller especially for you. In a totally platonic way of course hahahahaha
➤ when you FINALLY drop the bombshell on him and told him that you're actually that ONE og viewer he's been chatting with on stream everyday, he had to physically reboot. he genuinely got SOOOO embarrassed cause he's talked about you on stream AND has talked about [ur username] to you.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Osamu Miya is the owner of the small restaurant YOU always go to ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅
before you read... ⊹ ࣪ ˖
• g!n user x Osamu Miya , might be a tad bit ooc, swearing.
Introduction ``
• you're the new transfer student at Inarizaki who also coincidentally moved into the miya's hometown
• Osamu's family restaurant is basically a local staple, a small, clean, cozy shop with early opening hours and the best damn onigiri's in town
• every morning, he and Atsumu help their parents prep and open up the shop before heading to school
• you stop by their small restaurant everyday before heading to school to grab a quick breakfast
headcanons ‧₊°𓐐⋅
➤ when you came in for the first time he lazily started a conversation with you, seeing that you were new to town, not knowing that you were gonna converse back with 1000x the enthusiasm he clearly didn't have.
➤ he didn't really pay that much attention to you after your first interaction(at least that's what he told himself). until you started showing up everyday. coming back again. and again. AND AGAIN. always with that same polite smile. always ordering the same stuff. Osamu finds himself already starting on your order before you even walk in.
➤ Osamu actually memorized your order after the second week. he noticed a pattern to your orders. which wouldn't really be surprising honestly, he always managed to memorize a regulars' order in no time, ESPECIALLY if they came in every single day. he'd know what you'll order on Monday, what you'll order on Tuesday and so on.
➤ after three weeks of you constantly coming in, Osamu finds himself starting to remember the exact time you always come and keeps looking at the door every 5 seconds until then. Atsumu, of course, starts noticing and bugs him for it, snickering and saying "ya gon' cry if they don't come or somethin'?". then the next second he'd get a towel violently chucked at his face with maximum force.
➤ he'd pretend to forget your order just to hear you repeat it again.
user : " that's funny, you remembered my order every day without fail for the past week? 😃"
O : " guess 'm slippin' 🤷🏻♂️ "
he's not slipping. it's just an excuse to mess with you a little.
➤ he starts internally spiraling the ONE time you don't come in for breakfast. like he is genuinely upset. and very much wondering if he did something. he's wondering whether you're sick, or if you're skipping meals. then he overthinks that you never want to come again. but of course, that's all just his inner chaos.
➤ you forgot your wallet once and he just brushed it off with a shrug and a, "don't worry bout it, just pay me tomorrow". but then when you actually try to pay for it the next day, he says, "oh, i got it covered. matter of fact, today's on the house too". when you question him, he just casually goes, "just a little something for our favorite customer". scratch the "our", you're HIS favorite customer.
➤ you two start walking to school together after some time, he insists on doing so. he says it's cause he doesn't want to walk with Atsumu's loud ass. in truth, he passes the apron to Atsumu after finishing your order without any explanation and walks out with his bag slung over his shoulder. Atsumu watches you two walk out from behind the counter with his jaw on the floor in pure disbelief.
➤ fun fact, he got your number because of a big order you placed for you and your family–something about a family event or whatever. he kept your number, for like, business reasons of course. yeahhhh...totally for business reasons.
➤ he REFUSES to let Atsumu serve you under any circumstances whenever you show up in the morning. and Atsumu STILL tries just to spite him. he gets a towel chucked at him before he can even pick up the pen and notepad.
O : " yer reckless. let me take over "
A : " I AIN'T EVEN DO NONE??? "
➤ sometimes he'd experiment with Onigiri flavors. and now, instead of having Atsumu taste test them like he normally does, he packs them for you instead and asks for opinions in return. Atsumu complains about losing his "special privileges" and teases Osamu nonstop about it.
A : " so yer gonna stop making me yer guinea pig just cuz ya found a replacement? " WHACK!
➤ Atsumu teases him NONSTOP about having a crush on you. and Osamu just DENIES DENIES DENIES. who does he think he's fooling honestly? not himself, clearly.
➤ his parents know about you. yes, you heard that right. HIS PARENTS. just cause Atsumu's LOUD ASS wouldn't shut up during a peaceful and quiet dinner one night.
A : " ma, pa, d'ya know? samu's got this person he REALLY likes who comes by every mornin'— "
O : " OH MY GOD TSUMU IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP— "
➤ holy wingman Atsumu strikes again. he was the one who helped you and Osamu figure out your feelings for each other. by telling you that his brother was severely infatuated with you. cause it was clear as day that Osamu wasn't about to tell you himself. Atsumu almost died during this one man mission, but it was definitely worth it.
Extra : 💬 texts ‧₊°𓐐⋅
a/n : hi haha.... I back after like.. 1 month and a half..? I SWEAR I'LL TRY TO POST MORE!! starting with posting my old haikyuu headcanons slash smaus that I once had the privilege to post on TikTok (tiktok ip banned for some fucking reason I hate u tiktok)
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do feel free to send me a request, suggestion or qna!! like if you want me to make these types of hcs/textfics for one of the other fandoms I write for, my inbox is always open and I shall be waiting for your orders! ꈍ◡ꈍ
synopsis : you and your academic rival for 2 years, Armin Arlert, constantly compete for the highest grade in paradis university. But what really lies beneath you and Armin's rivalry and teasing? '
for @nakahrts
credit to @angeliicide for the divider !
The first thing you learned about Armin Arlert was that he was annoyingly smart. And another thing you learnt was that he knew he was.
you had met Armin Arlert in your first year of Paradis University where you both arrived twenty minutes early to your lecture. You had chosen a seat near the front row of the class and yet out of the 100 seats, he wanted your seat.
It was plainly stupid, so you argued. Neither of you backed down. It lasted nearly five minutes before Armin sighed and silently pulled out the chair 2 seats away from you and sat down. The argument should've ended there, the hate.
But instead, it somehow became the beginning of a rivalry that consumed the next two years of your life.
Every assessment, quiz, exam. It had all became a competition. And you hated losing.
But somehow, in someway, Armin always won. Not by much, but that was what made your body fuel with anger. If he had beaten you by ten marks every time, you would've simply accepted the fact he was smarter.
But every fucking time, he was always one mark ahead. Sometimes two if he was feeling cruel. It felt like he did this because he enjoyed watching you suffer. The worst part was that he probably did.
The lecture hall buzzed with conversations, some talking about their plans for the weekend and some crying over the exam results. Quietly, you flipped over your page and smiled. The widest smile if that was possible.
Ninety-seven. It wasn't 100, but it was close. And you were happy with it. You already imagined the look on Armin's face when you casually mentioned it.
Your eyes lingered around the questions you didn't get right, already planning on how to improve. Then you noticed the sun disappearing from the window, that's when you looked up beside your desk.
He was already looking down at your paper, then looked at your eyes, then back at his paper. And it irked you whenever you saw his stupid tiny smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Oh, come on."
"hey, ninety-seven is really good. What did you get?" you mumble in defense.
His smile widened, his blue eyes glaring directly at you. "Ninety-eight."
Oh how badly you wanted to scream, just clench your fist and land punches on Armin's pretty face. But instead, you dropped your forehead against the desk. The soft laugh that left him only made things worse.
"I fucking hate you." the words seethe through your teeth.
"nah, you don't. " He snorts to tease.
"But i do." You reply, he only lets out a breathy laugh before sliding into the seat beside you. His chin coming to rest on his palm.
"You say that every time."
"Because every time you're awful."
It went still for a few minutes before he nods slowly whilst looking back at the front of the room. " That's fair."
The fact that he agreed only made you more irritated. He had this infuriating habit of accepting insults like compliments. You couldn't call him arrogant, cause he knew he was. And you couldn't call him annoying cause he enjoyed being annoying.
Nothing worked, nothing except beating him. But unfortunately, you had yet to accomplish that. Throughout your second year, your rivalry had become infamous.
Professors knew, students knew, even people outside your major knew about it. It was like gambling for everyone, betting on who would come out top. When grades released, everyone in their class would wait to see who beat who.
And the answer was almost always Armin.
You hated how effortlessly he seemed to do it. While you spent hours creating colour-coded notes and study guides, Armin would show up looking half-asleep and still score higher.
It was never fair.
One afternoon, you found him lounging beneath a tree outside the campus library with a textbook balanced on his knee. His headphones rested around his neck and a half-finished coffee sat beside him.
He looked relaxed, while you had been studying since seven in the morning.
"Tell me your secret." You walk up to him, arms crossed and a face that a person could tell you were more than angry,
He glanced up, "my secret?"
You nod. "How are you always ahead of me?"
That's when his eyes sparkled, when his eyes sparkled, you knew he's trying to get on your nerves.
"Maybe you're not as smart."
you stared at him for a moment before throwing a packet of crackers at his head. Annoyingly, he caught it without having to look up from his textbook. Like he knew you'd do that.
"Well that wasn't very mature." he said.
"Neither is being insufferable."
"You started it?"
"You insulted my intelligence?"
"Cause you asked."
Oh how you hated him. You really did. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.
The problem was that hatred wasn't suppose to feel like this. Like it was warm. It shouldn't make you smile whenever you spotted someone across campus, and it definitely wasn't suppose to make you instinctively search lecture halls for a familiar blonde head the moment you walked inside.
Hatred wasn't suppose to make you notice things either. Yet you noticed everything about Armin. And the realisation arrived slowly.
It started when Armin got sick.
He missed three days of classes. Three days shouldn't have matter, yet the classes felt strangely empty without him. You found yourself glancing toward the seat he usually occupied during lectures. You checked your phone more often than normal.
You wondered if he was resting or studying despite being sick. The moment you realised you were worried about him, you nearly bumped into a wall.
Because you aren't suppose to care about your rival. Especially when this could be your only chance at beating him.
But instead, you spent an hour organising lecture notes and scanning them into a neat PDF to send him. And a few minutes after you sent the notes, your phone buzzed.
Thanks.
You highlighted the important sections.
You smiled despite yourself. Of course you did. His messages were simple, then a third message appeared.
You're kind of a nerd.
Your smile immediately vanished.
You're sick and still annoying.
For some reason, that made you stare at your screen longer than you should have. The conversation ended there, but neither of you closed the chat. By the time finals season arrived, things changed.
It wasn't enough for anyone to point at them and immediately notice something was different. But the little things had become impossible to ignore.
Armin saved seats for you in lectures without asking. You had bought him coffee whenever you stopped by the cafe before class. He walked you back to your dorm after forced late-night study sessions, and you texted him reminders to eat whenever he got too caught up in assignments.
But none of you acknowledged how strangely domestic it had become.
Maybe cause acknowledging it would mean asking why.
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chuuya was no doctor, but he knows a sickness when he sees one.
he could immediately tell when you were sick, no matter how hard you tried to convince him you weren’t, he knew you. he knew you weren’t feeling well and he wasn’t going to let you deal with it on your own.
“chuuya.. you don’t have to do this.” you mumbled, coughing and weakly pushing the bowl of soup away from you.
“doll. you aren’t foolin’ me, you’re clearly sick.” he responded, his voice just a tiny bit softer than it usually was.
“now, drink a little bit. please.” he urged softly, holding the spoon up to your lips, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips once you finally drank a bit.
“see? that wasn’t so hard.” he praised, dipping the spoon back into the soup, bringing it back to your lips, and repeating that process until the soup was finished.
with a sigh he set the empty bowl on the nightstand and turned the lamp off.
“why didn’t you tell me you were sick sooner, hm?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “stubborn girl.” he mumbled as he pulled away, staring at you for a long moment.
after a few minutes of silence, he let out a quiet sigh and got under the covers with you. “i love you.” you whispered, turning over so you could see him fully.
“i love you more okay?” he whispered back, “now go to sleep doll. wake me up if you need anything.” he added and placed a long, gentle kiss on the corner of your lips. “goodnight sweet girl.”
if there’s any mistakes or if something doesn’t make sense please let me know i wrote this with a migraine and it was like one in the morning.
Oh my Lord I haven't been posting I'm so sorry TT I'LL POST SOON I PROMISEEEEE PINKY PROMISE, I've been so distracted lately that I haven't had the time to write •́︿•̀ I'll post soon I swear!! (Requests are also opened, if anyone wants to request. hmu guys plsssplspls I don't have any ideas.... I'm running lowwwww euhhuhuhhh...)
╰┈➤ sypnosis: Oda takes reader home after reader drank one too many glasses of strong liquor. and now reader's trying to get inside of Oda's pants?? wowie what an eventful night!! (me too)
˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ oda sakunosuke x gn!reader , suggestive-ish‼️, fluff , established relationship , crack , cursing .
𝑻he night air smelled like cigarettes and faint gunpowder.
which meant it was nothing but just a normal night.
you just finished a really tiresome task, which was to be expected. Mori—ehem, the Boss, always gave you the most tedious of tasks. it's either he hates you or really likes you—both of those options can be very concerning to say the least.
you walk down the dark alleyway towards your favorite destination. ah, home sweet home. the smell of alcohol from outside was already alluring enough, you couldn't wait to get inside.
the door to Lupin lazily opened with the chime of a bell, hinting at the arrival of someone who's been dying to get their hands on some alcohol.
“oh?”, you blinked, standing at the doorway as you stared ahead.
the three men sitting down near the counter stared at you as well.
“well if it isn't [name]! you look rough, come sit down and have a drink”, Dazai was the first one to break the silence, ushering you over to them.
ah yes, these three—Dazai, Ango and Oda—were always here, it was a common occurrence for you to run into them whenever you swung by for a drink.
Oda's gaze locked onto you the moment you walked in, putting down his glass. he eyed you down, his gaze snapping back up to hold eye contact.
it might seem crazy, but he looked like he had been expecting you.
you shrugged off your coat and walked over to where the three were sitting, putting your coat down on the counter as you slid onto the stool next to Oda. “what's with the look?”
“you're late”
“duty calls for me”, you playfully sing-songed, bumping his shoulder with yours.
Dazai and Ango looked between the both of you very suspiciously. when did you two get so close?
—
time passed by the way it always did here—slow, quiet, wrapped in idle conversation that didn't mean much and yet somehow meant everything.
one drink turned into two.
two drinks turned into... four? six? who knows, you lost count at three.
uh.. six drinks turned into—
“alright”, Oda cut in just as you were one breath away from ordering your 7th glass. you turned to look at him, nearly missing the counter while trying to set your empty glass down, making Dazai snicker. “that's enough”
you raised an eyebrow and blinked at him. “huuuhhhh? no funnnn, I'm fine. I can go for like, at least two more—”
“you tried to put the glass down on air”
“...the counter moved”
Dazai bursts with laughter, Ango pinches the bridge of his nose and Oda sighs in exasperation.
—
by the time you were standing—BARELY—the world had developed a concerning habit of tilting and spinning. you didn't drink that much.. at least that's what you thought. now you were leaning against Oda's side as he guided you out of Lupin, your arm slung over his shoulders lazily.
Oda told Dazai and Ango that he'd be taking you home before you got any more drunk. in which they replied with a 'get home safely'. well Ango did. Dazai was, as per usual, being insufferable and asked questions about..this and that and whatnot. which Oda did not pay any mind to.
the walk was definitely... an experience.
you couldn't walk straight at all and you would've toppled over if Oda wasn't holding you against him so securely. getting you inside of your apartment definitely took effort with him making sure you didn't trip down the stairs every two steps taken.
“please never get drunk again, for the sake of other people”, Oda sighed and swung the door to your apartment open.
“I'm not drunk! just a teeeeeensy bit tipsy, okay?” you countered, plopping down onto the sofa with an 'oof' as Oda let you unceremoniously fall.
“if you weren't drunk, I wouldn't have to personally bring you back to your apartment”
you answered with a dramatic groan, throwing an arm over your face. “my head's spinning so badddd... I'm dyingguhhh......”
“that's the consequences of your own actions”
“ughh...”, you closed your eyes and covered your face with the back of your hand, hoping that the throbbing in your head would go away if you shut your eyes tight enough. it didn't work, that probably just made it a lot worse.
when you open your eyes to look up, Oda moves to crouch down beside the sofa next to you, flicking your head in the process.
“you need water”
“I need you to stop talking”
he stood up abruptly, ignoring what you said . “I'll go get water”
what he wasn't expecting was for you to sit up and catch his wrist, taking both of you completely off guard. Oda paused his movements, craning his head around to look at you and silently stared at you for a moment. you awkwardly stared back before turning your head away, getting embarrassed by the sudden tense silence in the air.
“just stay”
“...I won't go anywhere”
—
It happened so abruptly.
one moment you were awkwardly staring at each other, the next you're literally pulling him down onto the sofa by his coat with surprising strength for someone barely coherent at the moment.
“Oda”
“yes?”
“you're warm”
“that's normal”
“i mean”, you blinked at him, quietly moving closer. “you're warm”
before Oda could process what you said, you were already moving closer, eyes heavy, hands traveling up to grip onto the front of his shirt.
Oda didn't move. didn't even move a single inch. your hand slid up, clumsy but deliberate, brushing his jaw. he stared at you quietly, silently swallowing.
he didn't stop you, but didn't lean into you either. he just watched you, eyes steadily scanning your movements.
and then you moved forward again.
this time your face was inches away from him, silently giving him the time to pull back. but when he doesn't, you approached him again, this time your lips connect.
the kiss was messy, uncoordinated. Oda grimaced slightly at the strong taste of alcohol on your tongue, but nonetheless still kissed you back.
he steadied your arm with one hand and placed the other behind your neck, pulling you in closer. you let out a satisfied whine into the kiss, your hands clutching onto his coat for support.
Oda froze when your hands started to tug at his shirt and immediately collected himself. hell, what was he doing? it's not like he didn't want this. and that's exactly what scared him.
he couldn't do this with you now, especially because you were drunk.
he gently tightened his hold on your arm and pulled back a little, making you let out a small, annoyed sound against his mouth.
“...Oda”
he pulled away, not far, just enough to get your lips off of his. “you're not sober”, he pointed out for the nth time that night.
“and?”, you grumbled, trying to close the distance between the two of you again before he covered your mouth with his hand.
“you are incredibly drunk”
you furrowed your eyebrows and frowned, huffing as you clumsily reached up for his wrist.
“that's not a problem though..?”
“it definitely is, because I'll remember and you won't”
silence.
you stared at him for a moment, blinking, opening your mouth to say something but he was already getting off of the couch.
“odaaaaa, are you leavinggg?”
“no I'm getting you water, stay still”
you sulked but listened to his words, laying back down onto the sofa as you looked up at the ceiling. “just so you know, I wouldn't forget. just saying”, you called out loudly.
when he comes back with a glass of water, you tried another feeble attempt to seduce him—and failed miserably. you were also unfortunately forced to drink said glass of water.
you grumbled and plopped back onto the sofa.
“eughhh... you're so boring oda”
Oda just hums and watches you, listening to you babble away as he sat beside you on the edge of the couch. you got really talkative when you were drunk, that's exactly how he knows you're ACTUALLY wasted.
after a while, the room suddenly went quiet. like dead silent.
Oda peeked at your face and as he expected, it turns out you had fallen asleep mid-rant about some tiring mission you had earlier that week. he sighs, standing up to go grab something before he came back and tucked a blanket around your sleeping form.
he sat back down on the edge of the sofa, quietly watching your sleeping face. your breathing was even, face relaxed in a way he rarely got to see.
it was refreshing to see you so relaxed. you rarely got to rest like this.
he didn't move, didn't pull away, didn't leave. just silently watched how calm you looked in that moment.
he paused when he felt a tug at his sleeve, looking down to see that your hand had grabbed his wrist. as if you were unconsciously telling him to not leave.
he wasn't planning on it anyways.
after a while, he finally let his intrusive thoughts win over him and reached out to brush hair out of your face.
a small, almost unnoticeable smile creeped up on his lips as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, in to which you unconsciously leaned into.
“you won't remember”
he says in an uncharacteristically soft tone before pausing.
“..so I will”
˃͈◡˂͈ a/n: ahwywyhshejhd odasakuuuu drools ANYWAYSSS this is my first work for BSD GULPSSS pls leave comments or critiques, I'd love to know how you guys felt about this.. AND DO TELL ME IF IT'S OOC SO I CAN IMPROVE NEXT TIME AHAHSHB
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ango wasn’t one to keep up on social media trends, his job didn’t give him much time for it and he didn’t really care for it.
so when you told him you’d seen one of his co-workers on tinder it took him a while to catch on.
“what is a tinder.” he questioned with furrowed brows. “tinder is a dating app.” you chimed.
ango turned to look at you, he looked incredibly unamused to say the least. “and why are you on a dating app?” he questioned.
“that’s besides the point. your co-worker is on tinder isn’t that crazy?” you laughed. “im not amused.” he sighed while giving you a side eye.
“ango you don’t get it.” you huffed dramatically, holding back your laughter. “you haven’t answered my question, why are you on this tinder when you’re married?” he questioned.
“um, well.. good question.” you started but fell silent when ango cupped your face. “your jokes don’t amuse me.” he said as he let go of you. “don’t do that again.” he added as he fixed his glasses.
“but what if one of your co-workers really was on tinder..” you started but ango cut you off, “i’d rather not focus on my colleagues lives.” he said firmly. “but think about.. what if chief taneda was on tinder.” he gave you a pointed look. “please stop.” he sighed. “but ango what if—!” he turned and gave you a peck on your lips. “are you done yet?” he asked calmly, gently grabbing your hands and placing kisses on both of them.
“i hope you know i still won’t stop.” you smiled at him. “i know.” he replied, guiding you towards the bedroom.
˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Jabber Wonger x g!n reader oneshot , established relationship , suggestive‼️ , lots of cussing , mentions of slight violence , sadomasochism , jabber's a freak and reader is a closeted freak ( confirmed! ) .
╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: waking up next to jabber after a very.. eventful night together. he's a fucking menace I'm telling u.
𝑻he sunlight that shines into the raider's usually dark hideout barely counted as sunlight at all—it was just thin, dusty stripes of light slipping through the cracks of the boarded up windows and landing on the floorboards.
you're awaken by said sunlight shining directly onto your face along with what could be labeled as a death grip around your waist.
your face scrunches up as the light burns through your eyelids, an inevitable wake up call from nature...or whatever the Ground called it.
paired with the arms that were securely, and might you add, painfully wrapped around your waist, you'd think you'd woken up in hell.
“...can you get the hell off??”, you mumbled, turning your head and finally opening your eyes to squint at the man laying sprawled next to you.
Jabber Wonger.
Jabber almost looked peaceful in this position. almost.
you knew better than to think that.
you stared at him, reaaaallyyy stared at him, then at the arms wrapped securely around your waist. then you tried to wiggle free. bad idea, it only made him tighten his hold on you more, which was starting to actually fucking hurt so you resorted to smacking his shoulder to wake him up.
“..clingy bastard”, you mumbled through gritted teeth, trying to shift around again only to be reeled in closer.
“five more minutes, kay? stay riiiiightttt here hehehe...”, said clingy bastard muttered, burying his face into your side as he wiggled around under the shared blanket. you sighed in defeat, cursing under your breath when he comes up to bury his stupid face into your shoulder.
“are you trying to suffocate me? get off already, you're legit crushing me”, you huffed in annoyance but made no actual move to push him away.
this was frustrating. truly.
but to be frank, you didn't even have the energy to push him away right now, your body hurt like hell all over.
after a few more feeble attempts of struggle, you finally gave up and decided to just lay there, unmoving, accepting your fate as the man behind you nuzzled into your shoulder affectionately like somebody whose touch starved.
“you smell dang nice”, Jabber muttered, cracking his eyes open as he inhaled and made a low, pleased noise.
“stop sniffing me like a dog”
“woof!”
you groaned exasperatedly, tilting your head back a little to look up at the ceiling.
Jabber shifted around behind you, running his rough hands along your sides, groping and grabbing everything he could before dragging one hand up your back, his fingers trailing up your spine—silver rings cold against warm skin—moving up in a slow tantalizing drag that made you jolt and shiver involuntarily.
he noticed your reaction immediately. of course he does.
“oh?”, he grinned. “you still sensitive, huh?”
you whip your head around to glare at him. “you're genuinely so insufferable”
“ya've said that millions of times already, never really left tho”. tch, you hated how he was right.
after a while he finally, FINALLY, decides to let you go, untangling his arms from around your body as he moved to sit up. the blanket dipped down at his movements, pooling around his waist to barely cover up his naked other half, v-line clear as day with his bare, scratch-filled back facing you.
his back tensed and relaxed under his movements, the muscles relaxing once he finishes his full body stretch. you were staring, hell of course you were. no matter how stupidly insane he was, you could never deny the fact that this guy was an absolute sight to behold.
“I can feel you staring at me, yknow? careful, I might get turned o—”
“..shut up”, you made a strangled noise, covering your face with both of your hands.
he chuckled, tilting his head back to look at you, wicks of brown hair shifting around his face, gold rings catching the subtle light that came through the cracks in the window. “y'look reallll good when you're mad”
you paused, lowering your hand from your face and turned your head just enough to look at him, “you're enjoying this way too much for my comfort. don't make me hit you”
he chuckled at your obviously very real threat. this guy never takes your words seriously, it pissed you off.
“I'd like that though”
“...figures”
Jabber's grin grew wider, scooting closer towards you when you finally gathered the energy to sit up and stretch your aching body.
he slowly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you towards him and pressing your back flat against his chest as he leaned over to turn you around in his arms. now you were sitting in front of him—almost straddling him—as he grinned at you. he looked absurdly satisfied with himself.
you squint your eyes at him and lifted a hand up to push his face away when he tried to lean into you with puckered lips.
“your breath stinks, freak”
he giggles, turning to kiss your palm. “boo, no fun. morning kisses are the best”
you paused for a moment before lowering your hand to trail down his neck and caress his collarbone. it's obvious he liked it, with how he shivered just by a light brush of your fingers. you snickered. he was so easy. too easy even.
your fingers paused, hovering over a particularly nasty bite mark you left on him the night before. you thought about it (not really) before pressing your thumb on top of the wound, nail digging into his already wounded skin.
Jabber hissed sharply. you'd never admit it out loud, but his little struggling noises were absolute music to your ears.
then he laughed.
a full, delighted laugh, as if the pain you inflicted had just made his whole day.
you blinked, slowly retracting your hand back to your side.
“there's something genuinely wrong with you”
“but ya like it, right? right!!?? cmon, I know you do!!”
yeah he was right. you kinda DID like it. just a little. or a lot.
It took you too long to get out of bed that morning cause Jabber would not let you go at all, resulting in you both getting heavily scolded by Zodyl.
was it worth it? on jabber's end, hell yeah it was. on your hand? you'd rather dig up a hole and crawl inside of it than get a lecture from your BOSS about work ethics, or whatever it was he said about world domination blah blah blah...
a/n: wanted to try out... a new format aheuhhsuehdu tell me how you guys feel about it, I personally loved this and I hope u guys like this as much as I do giggles, I genuinely don't have anything to write so if u guys have any requests, I'm always open winks (≧∇≦)/ don't be shy to drop comments and/or critics about my writing, it seriously motivates me more when u guys comment so don't forget to say hi ˃͈◡˂͈
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