#echowontshutup

at first you hardly noticed it, but after a bit you starting seeing it more.

"no, enma, stop." he scolded while the sword tried to eat up all his haki.

"it's like a kid," you giggled. it was a little joke, but as time went on, you started actually feeling maternal for the pieces of sharp metal.

you'd check in on them, not him during training, you'd whisper things to them when you thought zoro wasn't looking, and you'd even clean them all nicely every single day.

"hey, you've been using wado too much, let him have a break."

"huh?"

"well, you've had him for half of your life, he's probably tired of constant use...."

zoro really tried to ignore it, but after your sad face, he groaned and agreed to give his swords regular breaks during training.

"you're a great dad, you know" you sighed, kissing his cheek.

a/n: he's gonna ask me out soon, i can feel it, this is my manifestation

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satoru glances down at the paper, hands shaking as he grips his calculator.

"what's wrong? the work is pretty easy today" you frown, wondering what's wrong.

don't get it twisted, you were complete rivals, of course, but still you needed him to be at peak performance, or else it wasn't fun.

"uhhh, nothing, nothing..." his eyes avert yours.

oh well, it's his loss if he wants to keep it pent up.

after a few minutes of doing your own work and ignoring him for the most part, he places a calculator in front of you.

confused, you glance down at it only to see "WILL–YOU–GO–ON–A–DATE" spelled out using the variable letters.

you looked back up at him, his face was pretty red, but he tried to smile normally.

"this is the dumbest way i've ever been asked out." you stayed plainly

his heart dropped.

you sigh, "but, i guess i'll let it slide since you're cute."

a genuine smile breaks out on his face, and he starts to say something, before being cut off.

"no study dates though." you frown. "minimum take me out for coffee, got it?"

"yes, yep, got it," satoru chuckled nervously.

sooooo as of now neither tumblr or it's parent company has been one of the companies the dhs asked for information, but this is insane.

asking for real names, email addresses, phone numbers, and ip addresses of people who criticise ICE is completely opposed to the free speech we're supposed to stand for.

i am going to be so honest and tell everyone that this is really scary, and who knows what they plan to do next once they have the information.

we'll see if the dhs starts asking tumblr/tumblr's parent company for information, but for now just keep practicing internet safety, and don't let them scare you into silence.

like he's always been so stoic, obeying every order given to him, never caring about the damages, a perfect soldier, really.

but sometimes, he just can't hide his human-- er.... well, human in the sense that he's not a robot--side.

a few drinks don't really affect him, but sometimes, he goes a bit overboard.

whenever that happens, you get to have your fun.

"rob lucci, you look like a mess. what are you doing back so late?" you frowned at your husband's less than professional demeanor.

"mmm, sorry, got a little... carried away..." he sighed, grabbing onto your hand and tugging you along with him to the bedroom.

lying on you as he nuzzles into your hair, your neck, your chest, a soft hum echoing out of him.

"fuck, just how drunk are you?" you laughed quietly. he's acting just like a big cat.

your hand acted on it's own, reaching up to brush along his hair, down his body, over and over again. it's really only natural to pet a cute, cuddly cat when you see one.

the low hum turned louder, into full on purrs like a motorbike engine, and you felt his body start to grow limp.

the dumbass was falling asleep.

a/n: couldn't decide if this was a no quirks au or not, so I left it vague

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You pulled up behind him slowly, the honk the horn of your friend, Meiko's, car several times in rapid succession.

Keigo jumped several feet in the air, practically soaring away.

His face was horrified as he turned around to see you and Meiko laughing so much the car was nearly shaking.

"What- What the hell was that for?!" He huffed, crossing his arms and trying to look like he hadn't been that startled.

There was a flint in your eye. "Huh? Meiko, did you hear something?"

She picked up your plan quickly. "No, I don't think so." she grinned.

"Oh well," you sigh, starting to drive off.

"Heyheyhey, you don't get to come here, harass me, then just drive off without inviting me!" Keigo, trailed quickly behind the car.

Then you stopped.

Your poor boyfriend did not.

He let out a disgruntled squawk, and a pathetic whine when he ran into the car.

Immediately you went into overprotective mode.

"Keigo!? Are you okay? Answer me!"

"'m fine, just great!" He did not sound either fine or great. A beat. "Know what would make me feel better?"

"What?"

"You could take me with you..." you couldn't see Keigo's face, but you could imagine him doing puppy-eyes.

You glanced over at Meiko, who shrugged.

"Fine, but you're carrying all the bags." You sighed

a/n: my ass does not know modeling terms, sorry 💔

after weeks of struggling to write, this took me like half an hour to do, soooo 😛

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You didn't care about the fact she had a boyfriend, you needed Misa Amane to sit on your face right now.

You first met her through some modeling gig, where you would pose together with some dumb perfume bottle, and spray eachother while running down a beach.

That's when you first wondered what it would be like to kiss lips with dark red gloss instead of the dry, flaky lips of your boyfriend.

The next time you met Misa was after you had broken up with your boyfriend, realising you had no interest in any man. You ran into her at a club, newly single, and dying to try out sex with another woman.

Both of you were drunk, and laughing about mutual friends in the modeling community together. One thing led to another, and you ended up between her soft, smooth thighs, lapping at her cunt.

She tasted divine, not that your drunken self would have even noticed if she didn't, and you found yourself not wanting to ever stop. Yes, this was how life was supposed to be.

It happened twice more over the years, but you had fallen out of contact, and stopped seeing her for awhile.

Of course you had heard the rumours that her parents had been killed, and didn't want to push her into meeting, because you were horny, so you didn't call.

The next time you met Misa was when you learned of her boyfriend. She was utterly obsessed, and you couldn't see why. He was just some boring guy, smart, sure, but not anything special.

In fact, he didn't seem to care about her at all.

"Misa, come out to dinner with me after the shoot today, it's been so long, I want to catch up!" You begged asked her.

"I would lov- well, actually I should probably get home to Light, but maybe a different night?" Her enthusiasm didn't seem to hold up when given the idea of going back home to him.

That sounded odd. "You sure? It's just one night, it can't hurt to go out with some friends."

"Light might be annoyed-"

God, Light this, Light that, she needed to forget that annoying prick, he was obviously using her.

Your hand slipped behind her head and pulled her into a kiss, like the ones you used to share, but without the usual taste of alcohol.