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Anonymous asked:

Can you do S/o gets jealous of another girl flirting with muscular?

Anonymous asked:

Heyyyy

How are you?

Gonna ask for some delicious Tomoyasu fic.

Maybe reader feels like their relationship doesn’t have the same spark that it used to and they talk about it to him. Tomo seems like he doesn’t care, but he realized it eventually. So, he plans to a romantic day together where he reminds them how much he loves them and he want to continue loving them. (You can throw in some smut there)

I pretty much based this on my feelings for him. I don’t necessarily got tired of him, but it’s not the same as before. You get what I mean?

Anyway, that’s all.

Rest up and take care

teddy0bear0club asked:

Guess whooooo?

Glad to see you are doing good, may i ask if you can do some fluff with all for one, where his s/o attempts again and again to scare him and fail miserably, only to one day manage to scare him so bad he doesnt scream, he *screeches*? Like that annoying anime girl scream? I beg of you, i need to read that!

Anonymous asked:

Hi there friend!

*boop*

Can I possibly have something for setsuno? 🥹

Thanks!!

Anonymous asked:

Hari getting teased by reader during a group call with him and the precepts of death, and he decides to respond to your teasing, all while ´forgetting’ to mute the mic

Anonymous asked:

Hi!! I don’t really get involved with timber asks but I wanted to say I really love your blog and I would like to request something about skeptic!

(I felt like i mightve been out of the house today and not able to write as much as i wanted so thats why I had this put away in drafts flr this very occasion!)

~Blanket Hog~

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“Move over there and give me some damn space.” He grumbles as he scurries pathetically to the other side of the bed. About 20 minutes ago you were just right by him, soaking up his warmth. Now he’s once again distancing himself (as he’s done a lot of for the past week). It didn’t bother you. The reasoning being that he tended to switch up on you for weeks at a time. He was like a cat, changing it’s sleeping conditions constantly. Right now he wasn’t a fan of sharing the bed nor the blankets with you. However, you weren’t above bringing it up to tease him. “Oh so you’re gonna leave me all by myself in the freezing cold elements of this icebox you call a room then?” You point down at your exposed legs. He scoffs and turns so his back is facing you as he gets more comfortable beneath the thick blanket. “Oh please, it’s only 69 in here. Besides, it’s not like you aren’t guilty. I’m simply returning the favor. He pulls the blanket over himself even more so. Unbeknownst to you, he was in a small teasing mood as well. His previous early morning grumpiness long since gone when he catches a glimpse of your face before he turned over. You smirk and grip at the blanket before you begin to pull. Unfortunately it’s clear you weren’t strong enough to get little more than half an inch of blanket back over your icy legs. You sigh loudly and just barely catch his small chuckle.

"Oh I see what this is then.” You smile to yourself before slipping quietly out of bed. He noticed your weight is gone so he rools back over to see where you went. The bedroom door is still closed. How is it possible you’d left so easily undetected? He sits up and examines the door when he suddenly feels you shove him over and get into bed right where he was laying. “Y/N!” He glares and you quickly cover your face with the blanket, laughing at him while crossed his arms. He can’t help the small smile etching across his face. “Is that how it’s going to be then?”

“You started it.” You reply, moving the blanket only slightly down so you can look at him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. He shakes his head and shrugs. “Very well then.” He smirks before reaching down and overhauling the blanket. Your shocked expression was finally enough to draw a genuine laugh out of him. “What the hell, bring it back Kai! It’s freezing!” You complain while pushing him slightly. He doesn’t seem to budge for you, despite the weakness brought on from the laughter. “I’ll make a deal with you then. I’ll bring it back if you agree to stop hogging the blankets every night.” He smiles at you and you roll your eyes. “Fine, but on one condition.” You reply while inching your way closer to him. He raised a singular eyebrow in response. “Only if you hold me closer?” You attempted to use your begging look on him but he only scoffs, reaching up to flick your nose playfully.

“Only for a few nights but after that, I need my space.” He opens his arms and you eagerly slide into them. Both of you have long since ignored the actual time on the bedside clock signaling it was time to wake up and face the day. You were busy sleeping in and enjoying the small moments between each other.

And for a while he’d considered changing his sleeping preference once more. After all, how could he possibly resist more time wrapped up with his lover? Impossible, regardless of them being a blanket hog.

Anonymous asked:

sorry if this is a weirdly specific request but could you write a scenario where Overhaul reacts to reader getting a drastic haircut? thank you <3

(Draft Release)

~Conferences and Confessions~

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“Purple or black? Or maybe something green with a mix of Orange in there? What do you think? Tomoyasu? Skeptic are you listening to me right now?” You hear a deep sigh from the bedroom before complete silence. After placing your clothing options back on the door hook, you went into the bedroom to check on him. He was laying face down on the bed. “Uhhh are you okay? You look a little drained but you literally took the day off from work yesterday so I can’t imagine why.” You took a seat next to him and he muffled a groan into the pillow. You shrug and begin rubbing his back until he instantly sits up and stares at you through messy bangs. “I really don’t want to go to this thing, yet every single year I have to do it just to keep up with appearances. I despise half of the degenerates I work with. They’re incompetent bumbling idiots who don’t know the difference between a hard drive and a floppy disk. The fact these fucking desk jockeys managed to weasel their way past the interview process is a feat on it’s own.”

“Hmmmmm, hey, at least I finally get to come with you this time right? Or would you rather have Hanabata as your plus one again?” You laugh at the way his face falls flat. “No way, he’s the worst on these kind of things. Great at being social but once he hits the bar and starts pounding drinks then I’m left with the responsibility of holding his hair back while he empties his stomach in the hotel toilet. Now hurry up and finish packing. We’ve got a long drive and it’s going to be a long weekend ahead of us. Oh and wear the black. It uh…it looks good on you.” He awkwardly complimented you before lumbering off somewhere else in the house to find his “good laptop” to pack for the trip. “You gonna wear a fancy little fancy bowtie to the fancy little dinner, fancy little tech guy?” You tease him when you notice the suit in his suitcase. “Well it’s not exactly turtle neck attire. I usually try to dress nice so the C.E.O and investors see me in a positive light. Enjoy it while you can.” You nod at him with a smile.

The entire ride there was just fine if you exclude having to take over because Tomoyasu’s road rage reared it’s ugly head again. Still it was nice to have so much time connecting with each other and just relaxing on the way there. It’s been a while since the two of you were able to catch-up with each other. The both of your work weeks have been hectic lately. The type of hectic where you barely have time to do anything around the house and chose to rest instead. Also the type of hectic where you needed to stop and eat out every night instead of making dinner at home for yourself like you used to. Maybe even the type of hectic where you both went to bed at different hours of the night and didn’t end up coming over each others house like you usually do. The entire work retreat/conference was a perfect time to reconnect with your friend and coworker.

It was good you were there. At least to him, he was more pleased to have you as a fallback especially when it came to keeping up his friendly demeanor. He was able to talk all the shit he wanted with you and it really helped to blow off some of the steam. Really it would seem he was a little stressed about everything or perhaps awkward? Maybe he was a little nervous and didn’t know how to tell you. It was your first time seeing him in this kind of environment and from what could be noticed by you, he wasn’t as adjusted as you thought. You decided to shoot a quick text to Hanabata while heading back to the open bar of the conference room. Whereas you were asking him for advice, he’d surprised you with teasing words and emoji instead. Although you suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised by him. It was always him and Chitose teasing or hinting at you and Skeptic being a thing. Its gotten to the point where even ReDestro himself will slip a little joke in there from time to time. Skeptic was cool and all, but there was no way in hell he’d had feelings for you right? The two of you were nothing more than close friends and coworkers who occasionally spent the night at each others places or went out to lunch, or watched a movie or…

‘_Then why did you get invited as his plus one this year instead of me hmmm?_’

Trumpet texted a reply with a smirk emoji attached to the end of it. You huffed and put your phone away leaving him on read. The rest of the night couldn’t come fast enough when Skeptic finally approached you at the bar and nodded at the large doors to the left. “Let’s go. I’ve talked enough or maybe too much. I’m tired of conversing with these degenerates and I need a shower.” You nodded and placed your drink down before following him back up to the room. “Tomorrow will be the big conference right? Like the meeting and whatnot to unveil some new stuff?” You asked once in the elevator. He nodded and kept his eyes trained on the numbers lighting up. Finally the 5 flashed on the screen indicating you reached your floor. Without further words the two of you headed down the hall and into the room. While you gathered some items to shower next, Skeptic was busy washing out his locks and trying to cleanse his mind. Unbeknownst to you, he was having a difficult time with his feelings all evening. After some time he’d come to a conclusion.

Confess now or never…

(Draft Release)

~Plans to Leave~

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The rain currently pelting the side of the apartment showed no signs of letting up anytime soon according to the weatherman on the living room TV. You sigh and direct your vision to the shadowy figure passing the large window and coming up the stone steps of your building. Only seconds later did you hear the doorknob jiggle before he entered and closed the door behind him. At first it would appear he was dripping just from the rain alone, but upon closer inspection you noticed the blood mixing with the water coming down as well. When the smell of fresh rain subsided is when you noticed the smell of burning flesh. You can’t help but in all your worry to also feel a sense of small annoyance creeping up beneath the surface. Still, you quickly got up from your comfortable position the couch and headed to the bathroom in search of the first aid kit. He silently followed behind you, not bothering to hang his soaked, torn trench coat up by the entryway door. Instead he opted for tossing the soggy thing on the hallway floor carelessly. His expression was more less than pleased you noticed when he sat on the toilet and began taking what was left of his shirt off. You pulled the first aid kit from beneath the bathroom sink and washed your hands. You tried not to make much eye contact in the moment, not exactly knowing which emotion you’d be feeling when you locked eyes with those blue orbs.

Anger, regret, sadness, pity, annoyance, pain, disappointment, relief…The possibilities were endless but they were also unavoidable.

You began first inspecting the staples riddling his face, neck, and along his upper chest. Some were old, rusted with time while others were newer. It was a nasty memory of the night you put them in yourself. Even worse, some were now missing, leaving flesh to hang a tad lower than it should ever appear on another humans body. You grimaced and he noticed this, looking away for a second at nothing in particular. When he looked back at you, your eyes were boring into his. He hated when you did that…when you looked at him expecting an explanation for all this. Sometimes even worse than now, you’d rather have an apology or something along the lines of a promise he’d never do this again.

He couldn’t give it to you.

“_Y/N_…”

“Don’t even start with that…” You quickly popped open the pill bottle laying at the side of the box and handed him two pain pills. He swallowed them without complaint and waited to hear the rest of your rant. It was inevitable after all. “You always fucking do this. It’s like you just don’t even care about me nor your own self. I get what you’ve been through. I know it was a shit deal but killing yourself for the sake of retribution seems a little bit too much right?!” He glared at your words, scoffing and once again looking away from you. “You get what I’ve been through? Y/N you couldn’t even begin to imagine half of the shit I’ve been through. You couldn’t grasp it and because of that, you’ll never fucking understand why I do what I do. I don’t care about anything but seeing Endeavour take his last breaths even if that means I go too. I want all of them to suffer. I want all of them to see. I want-”

“I thought you said you wanted me?” He pauses and looks down at you, now teary eyed as you cleaned his wounds for maybe the 5th time these past 2 months. “Dabi…I thought you said a long time ago you wanted me right? That you couldn’t tolerate many other people but that I was special. You said it while looking me dead in my eyes, and I swear you couldn’t have lied to me by the way you looked at me that night. I’m tired of seeing you do this to yourself. You can’t imagine falling in love with someone whose ultimate goal is to leave you in the end one way or another. How are you going to make plans with me in the future and then toss them away every chance you get? You need to make up your mind…It’s me or him.”

“You knew what my goals were. I made that abundantly clear at the beginning of this relationship and I won’t let anyone or anything stop me from reaching that goal…not even you.” He gently reached out and pushed you aside as he stood up. “Goodbye Y/N…” No eye contact between either of you in the moment. You couldn’t even stand to look at him because you knew if you did then the tears would start and they wouldn’t let up. So you stared at the floor and listened. You listened as he trudged down the hallway, picked up his wet coat and opened the front door. You listed when he closed it, locking it behind him before dropping his copy of the key through the mail slot and onto the wet floor. You listened to the pounding of your heart, drowning out your thoughts for a moment as well.

Maybe worst of all, you’d been listening all these months later as well. Even at the sound of the war breaking out between heroes and villains. Even at his new broadcast revealing what you already knew about Toya Todoroki.

Even at the sound of the loud explosion being covered over radio wave, the threat of evacuation shortly beforehand as a familiar villain has self destructed himself.