I come back to this so often…
can i request y/n’s reaction to toji going to jail? like was she there for the arrest.. how did toji break the news?
partial continuation to this ask !
his crime is finally revealed ! mwahaaha. if i printed out every comment asking me to assign him a crime to go along with his prison sentence i’d be able to cover the state of texas. probs my longest work! and this isn’t even that long so what does that say about me? (poor work ethic)
prison bf series linked here !
content: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fighting, themes of incarceration
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“can i ask you something?” you mumble, rolling onto your stomach to address your boyfriend face to face.
toji pauses, then nods, blowing an acrid plume of smoke towards the ceiling before passing you the cigarette he had pinched between two fingers.
a buzzer sounds from the tv in front of you followed by a sea of excited cheers.
“fuck!” he curses. bringing his fist down on the mattress. “i have 6 grand on this fucking match.”
you wait for his hand to unclench before tapping him, reminding him of your inquiry.
“yeah— yeah. what’s up?” he mumbles, squeezing the fat of your arm affectionately. toji takes what’s left of the cigarette back from you, stubbing it out in the marble ashtray on his bedside table.
“you never told me what you do for work.” the implication hangs heavy in the air as you wait for him to explain, the last bits of smoke around the two of you begin to dissipate. you realize he’s gone rigid.
“business, lots of things.” he says curtly, fishing a pack of marlboro reds from the side hesitantly. you hate when he does this, keeping his hands occupied so he has an excuse to not speak to you.
“right, but like..” you start, growing frustrated. “what kind of business.”
“real estate… y’know.” he smacks the carton against the butt of his hand, then fishes out a stick.
“property management. investing and all that.” he sounds a little more confident this time, cupping a lighter to his mouth with a cough.
you tear yourself from his arms and sit up on the bed, eyes cast on his. you practically feel his stomach drop from how he looks at you, movements laced with caution and hesitance.
“put that out.” you tell him. “stop playing games with me.”
“what?” he laugh’s incredulously, still trying to maintain his confident facade.
“do you not think it’s fucking weird that i don’t know where all your money comes from? do you even pay for this fucking house?” your patience had officially run out, you were pissed.
“nonono— hey— hey c’mon.” toji grapples for your hands, quickly trying to calm you down.
“you don’t do fucking real estate, do you really think i’m that stupid?” your accusation renders him speechless for a moment as he thinks of what to say.
the older man’s expression twists as guilt starts to usher in. he extinguishes the roll-up in his hand, flicking it into the ash tray on your nightstand before reaching for you softly.
“baby..” he chuckles, snaking two palms around the curve of your waist. “don’t be like that.”
“i know it’s illegal. i know it is and i’m not even mad, toji. i’m not .. i just want to know.”
he sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.
“you think just because we eat good that i wouldn’t ask questions down the line? do you think i’m fucking stupid?”
“no.” he whines. “no, fuck. c’mon.” you smack his hands away as he reaches for you once more, tearing yourself off the bed and out into the hallway.
you hear your name boom behind you angrily as he calls out for you a final time. glass shatters against the ground as he mutters to himself, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.
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you’re not unaware of toji’s presence as the older man stands in front of your curled up form on the couch. it’s dark, probably just after 3am. too dark to see his expression, though you know he’s frowning.
he lets out a quiet sound of realization as you turn over, rucking the blanket over your head to drown his presence out. the windows are open, you can feel the chill of the night breeze, even under your comforter.
“i can’t let you sleep here, pretty. that’s not right.”
you stay silent, holding your breath as you wait for him to either leave or fess up.
it’s quiet for a while. you slowly feel yourself being pulled into the precipice between sleep and awareness. an all-consuming warmth makes its home in your chest before you’re quickly struck back awake, heart jumpstarting at the sound of his voice.
“i invest in properties.” he whispers, kneeling beside you so you can hear him more clearly.
“i make investments in properties and then i let people store.. product there.” you know he isn’t lying to you this time. you feel it in his tone.
“product?” you grumble, your voice laced with sleep. you know exactly what he means, you just want to hear him say it.
“drugs, baby. warehouses.”
it’s quiet once more as you mull over what to say back. were you surprised? hardly. you knew what you were getting into as soon as you got involved with him. were you mad? well it was still hard to tell.
“ok.” you mumble curtly, throwing the covers towards your feet and stalking towards the master bedroom. you knew now, and that was that. you gathered there was no reason to keep fighting about it.
toji stands a little too quickly, watching your form disappear up the stairs.
“wait—” he starts, head spinning at your sudden acceptance. “wait really?”
“just come to bed.” you holler, sighing dryly to yourself at the sheer ridiculousness of it it all.
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toji had a plan in place even before you’d found out what kind of business he was running. if anything were to happen to him, there would be a fund stored overseas for you to dig into while he wasn’t there to put food on the table.
he’d thought of everything, put measures in place that normal people wouldn’t even think of before it was too late.
he had your shared house put under a family member’s name, hired private security to watch the perimeter of the house 24/7, urged you to use a fake ID in public to conceal your real name, and never ever took you to work meetings.
it just wasn’t enough.
it wasn’t enough to keep his phones from getting tapped. it wasn’t enough to stop an investigation from being launched, and it simply just wasn’t enough to keep him under the radar and out of a prison cell.
you wailed like a baby when the bailiffs snapped those silver cuffs on his arms and led him out of the court room, crumpling to the floor and babbling nonsense towards the judge’s podium like it would somehow change the course of what just happened.
7 years in a federal penitentiary. and that was nothing compared to the sentence they would’ve gave him if his men hadn’t taken half of the fall for him.
toji didn’t look at you.
he didn’t so much as spare you a glance as you sat there on the carpeted floor, screaming into your hands while the bailiffs tried to pick you up off of the floor.
he didn’t say anything to you as you kicked and scratched your way towards his lawyer, hurling expletives and threats to the one person who was tasked with maintaining his freedom.
he didn’t look because he couldn’t.
he couldn’t look at you, his only girl. the girl he’d marry someday, the one he’d raise a family with. he couldn’t look at you because if he did he might risk breaking down right then and there.
he might risk grabbing you by the arm and booking it, going underground for the rest of your lives while his name slowly climbed up the nation’s most wanted list.
he could do it, without question. he’d be more cautious this time. but that just wouldn’t be fair to you. he was done roping you into his mess.
you were young, gorgeous, too good for all of that trouble. you’d worked all your life to get by until he met you, slowly letting down your walls, letting him spoil you like you’d always deserved. and what kind of man would he be if he took that away from you and forced the two of you into hiding?
toji felt himself crumble as reality began to sink in. his stomach dropped with each dreaded step towards his holding room. this was no joke. this was his fate and there was no getting out of it.
“wait.” he tells the bailiffs, whipping his head towards the direction of the courtroom in a panic. he wasn’t the boss anymore. these men didn’t answer to him.
“wait, fuck. wait!” he groans, barreling his way back down the hall. he needed to see you, needed to say goodbye. there’s no telling when they’d let you two visit or if you’d even be able to communicate. god, this was real.
god, he was a coward for giving you the silent treatment. he deserved prison just for that.
toji grunts as he’s tackled to the ground, gloved hands securing shackles on his ankles.
“get offa me. get off— fuck. i wanna see her.” he groans, thrashing as security circles his form. “nonono let me see her! fuck— fuck!”
all he can do is listen to you wail as he’s dragged down the hall, screaming out to you in hopes you hear him.
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Yohoo! Hi <3
Ur so sweet ya know? I’ve just started following ur blog and have already fallen in love with your stuff. It’s too much for my heart to take😰💘
Ur recent post of sero hcs just blew my mind, and It was one of the best things I’ve ever read in a while >\\\< thank you so much for your existence in this world :) hehe
You’ve made my night, now I will be able to sleep in peace
One last thing! I have a final exam tomorrow so wish me luck....please?🙏🏻
OMG WHQTTT THANK U SO MUCH U JUST MADE MY NIGHT !!! i'm so glad you like my stuff even tho i haven't been writing for very long at ALL!! but good luck on exams tomorrow hun !! i have my first one wednesday 😷
Sero thoughts!
Masterlist!
In my mind Sero can play the guitar and the ukulele so beautifully and he can also sing, I feel like he would actually have that scratchy raspy singing voice that's so pretty and relaxing loll!! and its a plus he also can sing in Spanish because again in my mind Sero is half Mexican half Japanese. Sero one time stayed up to 3am to write a song for you and when he played it for you you literally started tearing up because is was so beautiful and full of love. Sero is such a love struck boy like seriously you do something to that boy he is absolutely OBSESSED with you to the point it's so adorable. Most of the time he doesn't really sing in Spanish because he feels like his voice isn't as good as it is when he sings normally (which is such bs) but if you beg him (ask once) he'll do it for you because ur his sweet little baby! If you ask him so sing you too sleep he usually always sings in Spanish then because you mentioned one time before y'all were dating that weirdly Spanish music helps you fall asleep so now every time you ask him to he sings in Spanish. He's so lover boy coded guys like idk what it is about him but something abt him just gives off such lover vibes and its so cute SIGHHH I wish he was real :(
Songs he would sing to you:
i love sero hanta. i just know that he would be the best boyfriend in the world.
i see him with someone who is more type A, he would balance someone like that out beautifully and i think he needs someone in his life who will ground him. give him some sort of plan even if it revolves around you. he’s so easy going and nonchalant about everything. nothing seems to bother him on the surface so he’s there for you the moment he notices any notion of unease.
sero hanta would dance in the kitchen with you all night to your favorite songs, bake cookies with you, bring you a drink the mornings he goes down to the café because he was thinking of you. he’d try his best to help you with any school work and then cuddle with you when you finally give in.
his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. unless you tell him not to, he is all over you all the time. it’s not even 100% sexual. you’re sitting on the couches with your friends and he’ll just come around the corner and lay his head down in your lap, listening to you voice.
hello!!! can i request one with yamaguchi where he has a pretty & popular gf whos really in love with him and everyone in karasuno (and other schools lol) are so jealous of him??? im in my yams feels right now 🥺 thank u so much ✨❤️🥺
lucky
feat. Yamaguchi
note: f!reader
Sometimes, Yamaguchi needs to pinch himself to make sure everything is real- even after a month of dating you. He’s always been super insecure, especially since usually all the cute girls who approach him would just ask about Tsukishima.
So when you approached him one day, he was expecting the same thing. But instead he got an cute envelope with a heart sticker adorned on it.
“Oh, Tsukki is on his way here if you want to give it to him in person y’now?” he says, awkwardly laughing.
“Give me what?” the tall beanpole arrived, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You hand Tsukishima the envelope, and you can see Tadashi sigh- he’s used to this but it doesn’t hurt any less.
“Tsukishima, can you give this envelope to Tadashi please?” you ask, smiling at the boys before heading to class.
Tadashi tore open the letter and read it. And again. It was a confession letter- from you.
Gossip spread like wildfire that day.
“I heard Y/n wrote a confession letter for Yamaguchi today!!”
“It’s true I was there”
“She’s so cute- Yamaguchi is so lucky”
It didn’t take long for him to find you later that day and accept your confession. And thus, you two started dating.
One day when the two of you were walking home, he kept gazing at you, which made you all flushed and nervous.
“Do I have something on my face?” you asked all of a sudden.
“Hm? No you don’t” he blinks at you, not knowing why you had asked that.
“Well then, why do you keep staring at me?!”
Now it was his turn to get nervous, “I dunno- I feel like I’m still so lucky to be dating you” he chuckled quietly.
As if he couldn’t get any cuter- he says something like this? He doesn’t even realize how adorable he is you might just implode.
When you came to surprise him during the Interhigh Prelims, it didn’t take long for some of the other volleyball teams to flock around you. But as soon as Yamaguchi caught sight of a bunch of guys flirting with you and asking you for your number- his heart sank.
Yamaguchi didn’t know what to do- he wasn’t the most confrontational person, and he always felt a little insecure because he felt like he wasn't in your league. He trusted you completely still- but that doesn’t shake off how uncomfortable it is when other guys are heavy with their flirting.
Trying to be polite, you scan your eyes around the lobby of the gym. As soon as you lock eyes with your boyfriend, a wave of relief hits you and you excuse yourself to run to him. The other volleyball players watch in shock as you practically leap into Yamaguchi’s arms.
You plaster his face in kisses, “Hi!! Good luck today Tadashi!!”
“Hey Y/n, that was sweet and all, but please not in front of the children” Sugawara jokes, trying to cover Hinata’s and Kageyama’s eyes.
You take a step back from your boyfriend to show off your outfit- specifically the fact that you’re wearing his jersey. And!! he!! was!! so!! happy!! Seeing you like this, supportive for only him gives him a little sense of security- something that he never really thought he’d have.
Yamaguchi pulls you into another hug and buries his face into your shoulder- ignoring the stares from all the other players in the lobby.
“I am.. so lucky” he mutters, hugging you tighter.
TAYLOR SWIFT | The 1975 concert 1/12/2023 via Huxley
Made this short animation for class based on that one comic where bakugo almost killed deku tho but this time he missed and hit todoroki instead
Rlly rough and bad in some spots but i tried :')
Bakugo Activities, x
explain this one, liberals
Monoma… is broke. That is, until, he starts working part time in Recovery Girl’s office by copying her quirk. It’s all going well until a certain someone shows up with injuries that need to be healed…
inspired by this post! monoma x fem!reader, fluff <3
word count: 1.6k (!!!)
“Kirishima, Y/n— you’re up next.”
Y/n takes in a deep breath before she steps onto the platform. Today’s class is combat practice, and students were put in pairs assigned by Mr. Aizawa. Y/n’s up against Kirishima— and he’s great! But that’s the problem. He’ll definitely be a tough opponent.
“Whoever gets the other to step off the platform first— or to surrender, will win.”
Kirishima gives Y/n a determined grin as he hardens his arm, and Y/n returns the favor as she powers up her own quirk.
“And… fight!”
Kirishima throws a punch, Y/n dodges. Y/n kicks Kirishima’s leg. Kirishima gets a hit in on Y/n’s side, then Y/n punches him right in the chest. It goes on like this, each of them landing hits one after the other. Everyone is watching the fight closely, excited to see who will win in the end. Then, a loud noise is heard, causing Y/n to turn her head.
“I am here!” All Might exclaims, and Y/n gets a tiny bit distracted from her fight because, hello, it’s All Might!
Wait, focus— fangirl about All Might later! She looks back over to Kirishima, and his hand flies right out to her face. She stumbles backward, and falls onto the green grass next to the platform. Right out of bounds.
“Kirishima wins this round.” Aizawa says, “Y/n, are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Y/n didn’t hit her head on the ground or anything, but she puts her hand on her forehead and sees that it has some blood on it.
“Ah, shit. Sorry Y/n! I didn’t mean to hit your head like that, it wasn’t very manly of me.” Kirishima offers his hand out and helps Y/n stand up.
“That’s okay,” she smiles, “nothing Recovery Girl can’t fix later. Good fight!”
The cut on her head wasn’t bad enough to cause great concern, but Aizawa sent Y/n down to Recovery Girl’s office anyways.
Dang, I really wanted to see Momo go up against Uraraka, Y/n thinks as she knocks on the door to the nurses office.
“Come on in.” A voice— definitely not Recovery Girl’s voice, says. Y/n cautiously opens the door, only for her eyes to meet—
“Monoma?!”
“Y/n? How delightful to see you here!” Monoma welcomes her inside, warm smile on his face, but Y/n is still skeptical.
She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here?”
“Recovery Girl was kind enough to let me work part time in the nurses office.” Monoma smirks, “The best part about it is that I get to see how many of you 1-A idiots end up in here injured! Not nearly as many Class B students get hurt like—“
“Now, now, calm down Monoma. You’re supposed to be helping.” Recovery girl says, and Y/n tries her best not to laugh. “Heal her cut for me, will you dear?”
Monoma’s smug demeanor seems to fall, his eyes going wide as his head turns to Recovery Girl. “Heal her? But— it’s just a small cut!”
“Wait, how would he heal me?” Y/n cuts in.
“Well, as you know, Monoma here can copy quirks,” Recovery girl explains, “I’ve had him copy my quirk so he could heal non-emergency people. This way I can go be right on the scene of classes like yours, where bad injuries are prone to happen.”
…Interesting. Besides his quirk, Monoma is the least suitable student to be helping out like this. From what Y/n has seen, Monoma only likes to help his classmates, and definitely notClass 1-A.
“Speaking of, I’m off to find your class now. They’re outside on the platform left of the main building, yes?”
Y/n nods. “Take good care of our patients, Monoma!” The door closes behind Recovery Girl as she leaves the nurses office.
And now it was just the two of them.
Monoma sighs. “Sit.” He says, pointing towards one of the doctor’s beds in the room.
He always has so much attitude, Y/n thinks, but she sits where he told her to anyways. She would leave, but it’s probably not the best idea to leave her cut unattended.
Stupid Monoma. His ‘I’m-better-than-you’ attitude and that smug smirk that’s always on his face is so… ugh. If he was less of an asshole, he’d be cute.
Wait, what am I even saying??
Monoma isn’t cute. He’s not. Y/n hasn’t thought that, not even for a second—
“Damn girl, this cut’s worse than I thought.” Y/n almost jumps at the sound of Monoma’s voice next to her. He stands in front of Y/n, placing various medical items down next to her. When he’s done with that, he frowns. “Who did this to you?”
Y/n studies Monoma’s expression. Usually he’d be teasing her, saying that with his idiotic smirk on his face. Call her crazy, but he almost looks… worried? Weird.
“Kirishima,” She answers, “it was an accident though! I got distracted and his hand slipped.”
Monoma grunts in— understanding? Disapproval? Y/n doesn’t know.
“Idiot.” Monoma mutters, and Y/n’s not sure if he’s talking about her or Kirishima. His hand taps Y/n’s thighs. “Spread out your legs.”
She gives him a suspicious look. “My cut’s on my head, dummy.”
“Yeah, no shit,” He pushes her legs apart himself, and then he stands between them. “See? Now I can get to your cut easier. Dummy.”
Monoma takes a wet cloth and starts to clean around the cut and he— well, he smells nice. That might seem like a random thing to say, but he is right up in Y/n’s face right now, which is being flooded with the smell of subtle cologne. He just smells nice.
Y/n usually keeps her distance from this guy, but he isn’t that bad up close. The Monoma that Y/n sees right now isn’t the obnoxious little shit that’s always talking trash about 1-A, but a concerned… classmate? Friend?
And, Y/n has to admit to herself, maybe he’s a little cute. Just a little bit. It’s totally the blue eyes— or the hair. Or the voice— Okay, not gonna think about that anymore.
Monoma puts the cloth down, his eyes meeting Y/n’s. “I’m gonna kiss you.”
“What?!” Y/n exclaims, her face quickly turning pink. Where the hell did that come from? Monoma just laughs. He gently takes Y/n’s face in his hands and kisses her forehead.
Wait. Copying Recovery Girl’s quirk… he was just kissing me to heal my cut, that makes sense! Y/n hadn’t realized that until now.
His quirk must’ve malfunctioned somehow, though, because that kiss didn’t make Y/n feel better. It made her heart start beating really fast, and— is it hot in here? Because Y/n definitely feels hot.
Oh.
Monoma’s smirk appears back on his face. “Y/n, are you blushing? Aww! Want me to kiss you again?”
“Shut up!” Y/n’s eyes go to anywhere in the room, just not on him. Shit, she can’t like Monoma! The guy that, like, all of your friends hate? That hates you? Well, isn’t that just great.
Monoma’s still standing where he has been, right in Y/n’s space. It’s not helping. She finally decides to look back at him, because he probably should have moved away by now. He really should, before Y/n does something that she’d regret.
“Oh,” He says simply, taking Y/n’s left hand in his. “You’re bleeding here too.” He wipes the blood off of Y/n’s hand with a cloth, then presses his mouth to her palm. Another kiss, yet there wasn’t even a cut on her hand. That was just blood from her forehead.
“Um… there’s no cut on my hand.” Y/n points out, and Monoma just nods.
“Great observation, Y/n,” He teases, “I’m aware of that. I just wanted to see if your face could get any redder.”
Y/n rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get me to blush.” She says, despite her now red face.
“Alright then,” Monoma starts, leaning in just a little bit closer. “guess I’ll have to keep trying then.”
“I…” Before Y/n can stop herself, she glances down at Monoma’s lips. I’m about to do something stupid, aren’t I? “Y-“
“Y/n! Are you in there?” Ochako knocks on the door, startling both Y/n and Monoma. Y/n quickly stands up as she walks into the room. “…Monoma? What are you doing here?”
“Oh, Ochako! Who won your match?” Y/n asks, partly to take the attention off of her but mostly because she’s curious.
Ochako grins and puts her hands on her hips. “Me! Momo was quite the tough opponent though, I just barely won…” She shrugs. “Speaking of class, Aizawa sent me to find you. We should hurry back, Deku and Bakugo are up next!”
If you know Izuku and Bakugo, you know that this fight is going to be intense. It’ll definitely be entertaining to watch too, which is why Ochako grabs Y/n’s hand and starts to lead them back to class.
Y/n tries to look over her shoulder at Monoma, but Ochako closed the door on their way out.
“Hey, what was Monoma doing in there?” Ochako asks.
Almost kissing me, Y/n thinks, but she probably shouldn’t say that. “He’s… working for Recovery Girl. Copied her quirk and stuff.”
“Whatt? I never would’ve imagined him as a nurse, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to help others like that…”
Y/n nods in agreement. He didn’t seem like her type either, yet here he was making her all flustered.
Seriously, out of all people, Neito Monoma?
You’re an idiot, Y/n.
should I make a part 2? 🤭