Tom Is Sounding Like A Supporting Boyfriend Being All You Got This Jordan, You Got This Its So Cute

Tom is sounding like a supporting boyfriend being all “You got this Jordan, you got this” It’s so cute🥺

accidents | uzui tengen + wives

yandere! au

note; this is pretty short bc it was just a little idea I had today but there will be full length scenarios for these four in the future

WARNING(S): implied kidnapping, obsessive/possessive themes, blood, unhealthy relationships, nudity(not sexual), swearing, teensy bit angsty

Tengen would be angry when he returned, you knew by the sheer amount chaos going on around you. The house was a wreck about now and there was no way to cover up what had happened, especially the deep cut on your cheek and ear. Your tears and the blood pouring from the wounds made everything worse for the four of you involved

"YOU STUPID IDIOT, DON'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" Makio kept shouting at Suma, though her sobbing was probably too loud to hear the insults being thrown her way.

Hinatsuru cradled you in her arms carefully on the floor, rocking you gently as she whispered sweet words to calm you down. As much as she wanted to get supplies to treat your injury, she couldn't just leave you there on the ground in front of her screeching co-wives. And of course, there wasn't a chance that Makio was going to let you out of her sight long enough for Hina to get you to medical attention. In fact she probably wouldn't let you away from her ever again after this whole fiasco.

"It was an accident!" Suma sobbed, clutching the carpet in her fists, trying to crawl towards you only to be pulled back by Makio once again.

She wasn't lying, it truly had been an accident. You weren't upset with her, but that didn't change the others' anger once they saw the damage inflicted.

Suma hated being seen as the more irresponsible of the wives, yet she proved it when she did things such as throwing her kunai indoors. Which is exactly what she had been doing when she accidentally grazed you. She didn't know you were there and you could admit you entered unexpectedly, holding a plate of fruit to gift to your most sensitive captor partner. She was too busy singing to herself to notice you walk in, relaxed in the comfort of her own home. You didn't know she was playing with her weapons either, the whole thing was just a freak accident.

Of course once Suma realised what she'd done, she screamed so loudly it caused the other two wives to barge in, ready to kill. Makio had chased poor Suma around the entire house twice before catching hold of her, the younger of the two crying and shouting out apologies all the while. Hina guided you out of the room, but was held up trying to stop Makio from commiting murder.

"I HAVE NEVER COME ACROSS SOMEONE SO MENTALLY DEFICIENT IN MY ENT-"

"What happened?"

And just like that, it's like time froze. In the midst of all the chaos, not one of you heard Tengen step into the, now wrecked, living area. You all knew he'd be returning that night and it wasn't like he'd never been this early before, but it completely slipped each of your minds due to the stress of the situation at hand.

Makio hovered over Suma, who's sobbing hadn't let up despite their husband's entry. If the mess wasn't an obvious indicator that something was seriously wrong, then Suma's lack of greeting was. Makio still didn't move, her gaze now trained on your face and the source of your bleeding.

Without any word, the large man walked over and plucked you from Hinatsuru's arms, ignoring her sounds of worry. He cradled you in a similar fashion to which his wife had been and carried you all the way to your shared bedroom.

Silence coming from the typically boisterous individual made you nervous. You missed Hina already, she was easily your favorite in the house. Unlike the others, she'd never punished you nor forced you into anything you didn't want. Anything you didn't want besides being here of course. You had to remember that all of them played a part in holding you captive.

The white-haired pillar placed you down on the foot of the bed carefully, still quiet as he gathered medical supplies from a box previously hidden away for emergencies. His behavior was so out of character, was he seriously this concerned? Or angry, what if it was anger?

Tengen never really got angry angry. Despite his pride and stubbornness, he could control his temper quite well when it came to you and the wives. Of course there was the common annoyance he had towards the bickering, but he was always quick and open about that. He was open with all of his feelings, actually.

×

"Oh god...! They're gonna die, aren't they?! I seriously killed them-!"

Suma was still sobbing on the ground, completely inconsolable. She may have been being dramatic, but she felt the emotions in full force. There's no way she can live with herself after hurting you like that. Everyone was so angry with her and you probably hated her now. The very thought made her scream even louder.

"Suma, it'll all be okay. No one's dying, alright?" Hinatsuru did her best to calmly comfort her younger co-wife, but it didn't come from the place it usually did. On any other day, it would be from a place of kindness and compassion, but now it's from a place of bitter annoyance.

Hina wasn't the type to be easily annoyed any more after so long of living with such strong personalities, but now she was so frustrated with Suma she could barely even look at her.

Makio gripped the sides of the table to keep herself collected and from causing more violence. This wasn't the first time she'd been angry with Suma, not even the first time today, but this is possibly the worse it's ever been.

Suma knew not to be throwing kunai indoors anymore now that they had you, yet she still did it. Not only that, but she's playing the victim when you're the one bleeding from the face.

Suddenly, she shoved the table away from her, moving to face her sobbing junior, "SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS IS YOUR DOING!"

Suma choked on her tears, finally falling to lay on her side. She was crying much harder now, but it's quietened down from pure exhaustion and loss of her voice.

She wasn't trying to play the victim by any means. She knew what she did, but she blamed herself so badly that she couldn't help but cry. She hurt you, the love of her entire life. And they expected her to be calm?

As if.

×

Tengen knew you were more delicate than his three wives, he'd known from the moment he met you. It's the exact reason why you weren't allowed to do the same things they were. They were strong, reliable adults while you were a fragile, little angel. Tougher things were for them to handle, while you sit back and let them care for you. They'd protect you from everything. The thought that they had to protect you from each other had never really been brought into consideration until tonight.

Tengen didn't have to be a genius to figure out what had happened. Suma, sobbing on the ground, you, a cut so clean on your face it could only be caused by one weapon. He'd told his youngest wife more times than he could count to stop practicing kunai throwing indoors. She listened for awhile, before going back to it again 'just for a few minutes!'. He didn't know the details of what went down, but it didn't much matter at this exact second.

Not with you shaking in front of him, eyes wide with badly concealed panic.

Withholding his feelings was difficult, sure, but he couldn't risk frightening you when you were like this.

He sighed, having not yet even started on cleaning your wound. On his knees in front of you so that the two of you were eye-level, he'd just been staring in thought. He just now realised how stressful it must've been for you.

Rising from his spot, he pulled you up next to him and led you to the bathroom. He began stripping down after starting the bath water, and only then did you fully process that he was still in uniform. He didn't remove any of your clothing until after the tub was filled with warm water, not wanting you to get cold.

He stripped you of your silk clothing slowly, admiring the way it felt and appeared on your figure. Unlike the rest of them, you wore only delicate and expensive fabric. Their reasoning behind it was because you deserved it, but you think they just enjoyed seeing you in such intricate patterns. Tengen liked it because it made him feel good about himself: like a provider.

In only a couple of minutes, you were sat straddling his legs, submerged up to your chest in warm water. You'd always enjoyed the massive size of the tub, it having to be built that way to fit tengen properly with how big he was. He used a porcelain bowl to wet your hair carefully, something Hina loved doing. As he placed the bowl down and began washing the blood off your neck with a wet cloth, you realised this was the first time you'd bathed here without at least three others crowded around you bickering over who got to wash your hair.

You smiled softly as the memory.

As angry as you were about it, you've actually began to like your captors. They weren't all that bad, and were actually quite funny to be around when it was all of them.

"What is it?" You felt Tengen's grin against you, his head now resting against your clean shoulder. You could feel how tense he was, even as he pressed gentle kisses to your wet skin. Probably from holding back all his intensity, you figured.

"I just like baths I guess." You leaned your good cheek against his hair, a gentle attempt at getting him to relax. It never meant anything good for anyone if he was in a bad mood.

After peppering a few more kisses onto your shoulder, Tengen pulled back. The blood on your neck and shoulder had been cleaned off at this point and now only your face and ear were left to treat.

"It was an accident, ya know?" You spoke, the cloth of your face pausing until you were once again still, "She didn't even realize I was in the room until it was too late. She's been crying for almost an hour now."

Her cries could still be heard through the thin walls, slightly quieter than earlier. Makio had stopped shouting at her, thankfully.

Seeing you hurt filled him with anger beyond measurement, but he couldn't stay mad at any particular person, not even Suma. Of course it was an accident, she'd never purposely do you harm. She'd rather die before then, and the rest of them would've gladly killed her. The anger he had was mostly directed at himself for not being there when it happened. For not being stricter about no weapons being used in the house. But there was nothing that could be done now except try harder in the future. Of course Suma would face consequences but that wasn't the main concern right now.

You were.

×

By the time Tengen brought you out to see the girls, the house had been completely cleaned up with any broken items tossed out. Which there were certainly broken items from Makio throwing them at Suma's head only to narrowly miss.

Makio was sitting in her favorite chair, her arm thrown over her face out of stress. You could hear Hinatsuru in the kitchen, likely busying herself with dinner none of you were hungry for. And poor Suma had cried herself to sleep on the ground where she'd been left.

As soon as you stepped back into the main room with Tengen's arms wrapped securely around you, Makio shot up from her seat waking up Suma in the process. The bi-color haired female was on you in seconds, muttering to herself bitterly as she inspected the bandages on your face. You giggled when you caught a short insult thrown Tengen's way, something about putting too much tape. Hina wasn't far behind, rushing up to you while also trying not to be too overwhelming. She was going ask you how you felt, but was cut off by the raspy cry coming from behind her.

Suma still hadn't moved from her spot on the ground, although she'd sat up. Makio and Hina moved slightly after hearing the sound, giving you a clear view of Suma's pitiful appearance.

After spending so much time crying on the floor, her hair and clothes were messy and her face, red and soaked in tears. She didn't speak as she looked up at you sadly, likely unable to with how much her voice had been used to scream and sob.

Without saying anything, you pulled away from the other three to sit on the ground in front of the crying kunoichi and pulled her into your arms. She jumped into you instantly in response, knocking you down as croaky sobs left her body. You didn't loosen her grip at her eagerness, instead pulling her closer.

Makio's face above you looked irritated, but you could tell she felt bad about how harsh she was earlier. She'd never apologize verbally; allowing Suma to hug you like that after what she did should be apology enough. Tengen was fine with what was happening for now, but the sight of Suma's snot effectively getting all over your good night gown was beginning to gross him out. It appeared Hina was the only one content.

It was a shame how charming each if them were. If they weren't so loving, maybe you wouldn't have ended up so enamored by the very people who ruined your life.

But for now, it was okay.

_____

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Date Night

im sick + extra obsessed with him lately so self indulgent Kid fic. not proofread.

Eustass Kid x GN reader

SFW: tw: brief alcohol ment. Prompt: Date night wc: 1.7k

"Stay fucking still, won't you?" Painted fingers gripped your cheeks firmly as the scowl of your red-eyed lover only increased.

"I had to yawn, Kid-"

"And I have to wing your eyeliner, so where does that leave us now?" You open your eyes to give Kid a pointed look, one he matches tenfold with his leering stare. "I'm almost done, so just fucking sit tight."

With a tap to your cheek, you know to close your eyes once more. You didn't have to wait long before feeling the cool tip of the eyeliner move across your eyelid, and you try your hardest not to smile at the thought of Kid's concentrated face. The way his tongue would peak between his lips, his brow bone furrowed down. The way he would almost hold his breath so nothing made his hand shake.

The feeling is gone as quickly as it came, and before you can ask if he's finished you feel his hand squeeze your cheeks further, making your lips purse out. A hard kiss is pressed to your lips, and you feel the wet of his lipstick rub off on your lips. You open your eyes when you feel his thumb drag across your lips, no doubt smearing out the product he kissed onto you.

"You could've put lipstick on me normally, you know." Met with a wolfish grin in response to your comment, he presses a chaste kiss to your neck, no doubt leaving a lipstick stain there as well.

"Don't tell your makeup artist how to do his job, 'kay sweetheart?" His tone was both playful and patronizing, a line he managed to walk almost scarily well.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Taking him leaning away from you as a sign that you were done being treated like his makeup doll, you stand up from the stool you had been perched on. "I thought you said we weren't going where there were other people?"

Kid scoffs, looking at himself one last time in the mirror before grabbing his coat, "Just because no one is gonna see us doesn't mean we can't be the hottest fucking people out tonight, does it?"

Rolling your eyes with a laugh, you shrug with a non committal "I suppose so" before grabbing a coat of your own.

"Get another layer babe," His voice is gruff as he waits for you by the door, "You'll get cold in just that and I am not giving you my coat this time."

Scoffing at his comment, you ignore his advice. "This is what you get for keeping our date night a secret to me, Kid."

You hear a grumbled "How's it my fault if you're cold when you didn't listen to me," but nevertheless he grabs your hand when it's within reach, pulling you out the door with him.

As much as you pester him, poke and bug him, the red head keeps your end destination a secret as he drives through the night. The sky is clear, and the air warm except for a slight breeze. It was a beautiful night, you couldn't help but think, and you were glad to be spending it with him.

His hand was warm against your thigh as he drove with the other. It felt as though his thumb seared through your jeans as it stroked at your thigh almost absent mindedly. Though he put his hand on your thigh whenever he drove, the butterflies his touch gave you never seemed to subside.

Kid followed a winding road, driving you out far enough to reach long stretches of fields. Without anyone in sight, not so much as even a streetlight, he finally pulls over.

"Did you take me here to kill me, Kid?" Half joking, you unbuckle your seatbelt and look over to him.

"Ha ha." Kid's tone is dry with a feigned laughter, "Just get out of the car will you?" Stepping out without another word, he moves to the trunk of the car, pulling out a small basket. As if he saw your surprised gaze as you got out of the car, he mutters, "It's not a fucking picnic, don't get your hopes up."

Smiling when he takes your hand again, pulling you off the road and into the grassy field, he lets go only to put the basket down, pulling out a blanket and some liquor.

"Kid, we drove-"

"We're not going home tonight, it's fine." Without elaborating further, he lays out the blanket, taking a seat and popping open the bottle. After taking one, long swig, he hands it to you expectantly. Seeing you hesitate, he offers it again with more emphasis, "I'll take care of you if it goes to your head, don't worry."

Kid watches as you move to sit near him, an arm snagging your waist on your way down to keep you sitting close to him. His body is warm next to yours, and you can't help but lean into his touch. Taking a swig from the bottle yourself, you revel in the warmth the alcohol left as it went to your stomach.

After a moment of silence, you can't help but ask him, "So what're we doing?"

An exasperated sigh, the putting down of a bottle, and a firm hand pushing you to lay flat on your back is the answer you get before Kid decides to fill you in on the details.

"You wouldn't shut up about stargazing the other day," Despite the fiery words, his tone remained calm. "I didn't understand a fucking word you said, so," he gestures to the sky wildly, "Tell me about it again where I can actually see what you're talking about." He pauses once more. "I brought the liquor mostly for me, but there's pillows and blankets in the car so we can stay here. Wake up to watch the sunrise or some shit."

Your eyes can't help but widen at his explanation. Though you had adjusted to his rough edges, seeing the soft underbelly the redhead had never ceased to catch you off guard.

"Well," scooching closer to him, you decide not to address just how cute this whole thing he had planned was. "That there, is Cassiopeia, and it's-"

"Cassop- what?" Kid butts in shortly after you start, "It's just a fucking line, how do find that shit."

Your cheeks can't help but warm at his question. He cut you off before you had a chance to explain, sure , but the fact he showed genuine interest in what you had to say made your heart beat fast.

"Just," you pause, taking a moment to wrap his arm around you, "Just shut up and listen, okay? No questions until the end." He groans but doesn't openly protest your comment.

And, aside from the occasional grumble of confusion, Kid laid besides you and listened. His hand moved to stroke through your hair, and you felt his chest puff at the way just a little touch from him made you stutter momentarily over your words.

The red head listens through it all, watching your gestures carefully as you point to the sky, hanging on to each word you say even if he has no clue what it is you're saying. He listens with interest even as your words start to slur and mumble together, sleep slowly overtaking you. Laying besides him was warm, comfortable, and as night continued to leak into morning you couldn't help but feel your eyelids grow heavy.

"Hey," you feel a large hand nudge at you, cupping your cheek with a thumb stroke your cheek. "Don't fall asleep here, dumbass." He stares at you with a sense of loss when you don't move, opting to groan and snuggle even further into his chest. A sigh leaves his chest, and in your half asleep state you swear him mumble "you're lucky I love you," before a heavy arm moves around you, pulling you further onto his chest.

"Hang tight, okay?" You feel him sitting up with an arm around you tightly, holding to him while he awkward shuffles his coat around, covering you both with it as he lays down. "Can't believe you still mooch off my coat, lucky shit." The bite of his words is quickly cancelled by the quick kiss pressed to the crown of your head while he runs a hand down your back.

You're not sure when you fall asleep, or if Kid fell asleep at all, but it feels like only a moment before a firm hand is waking you up.

"You'll miss it- jesus you sleep like a log- wake up, c'mon." It isn't his coaxing words that wake you up, but the moment when Kid pulls away the cozy warmth of his coat. Shooting up with a gasp and wide eyes, you look around frantically.

It's when your eyes land on the sunrise before you two, the vibrant oranges and reds that make the whole sky shine, that you come to your senses.

Adjusting yourself to sit in Kid's lap, laying your back against his chest, you can't help but sneak a peek at your boyfriend as he sits with you, suspiciously quiet over the whole sight.

The way the golden light seems to radiate off him is not a sight you'd soon forget. His hair glowed even more vibrantly red, his eyes seeming to dance with the way they light hit them. You couldn't help but gawk at how the warm sunlight seemed to make his face gentler, softer than you'd ever seen him before.

Kid looks down at you, feeling your boring gaze, and it isn't long before one of his hands move to tilt your head forward once more. "We're here for the sunrise, idiot." He moves to rest his chin on your soldier. "Don't waste it lookin' at me."

Rolling your eyes, you lean back into him, "You're prettier than the sunrise, Kid."

He scoffs, a hand lightly hitting your shoulder. "Shut it." His arm wraps around you tighter, pulling you close enough to him that you can feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Smiling contently, you settle to enjoy the warmth he radiated as you basked in the sun with him. Whether or not it was because it was with Kid after such a long night, or because the sun was truly that beautiful that particular morning, you swore it was the most breathtaking sunrise you had ever seen. Intertwining your fingers with Kid's, you couldn't help but wish the moment between you two would last forever.

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❧ setter fashion

main m.list ❦ middle blocker vers.

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a/n: woooo part 2 to the fashion series! to be honest, it was hard which setters to choose so if i left any out forgive me (like, i left my boy mattsun out for the mb version alkdakdf) 

kageyama tobio

why is the picture like that

his entire wardrobe consists of athletic clothing brands like adidas and nike, but it’s because of the volleyball, can you blame him?

probably has lululemon mens in there somewhere

he’s very fond of hoodies and often wears them in place of shirts if the weather is hoodie suitable

has no normal shoes other than volleyball shoes, running shoes, and maybe one pair of shoes for formal events

his out of school/everyday outfit consists of a hoodie, some sweatpants, and running shoes. if he’s too cold he’ll add a jacket.

the shorts + leggings combo is for running exclusively

probably doesn’t know what designer brands are (”ve- ver satchel?”)

only knows asics smh

sugawara koushi

very soft style

doesn’t wear too much color, but when he does he likes wearing pastels the most!

also, mom jeans for sugamama

likes wearing t-shirts, but doesn’t like wearing them with graphics on them

usually wears a plain white tee, mom jeans, sneakers, and maybe another shirt layer

probably has white chunky filas just saying

tanaka and nishinoya think they’re weird because they make suga’s feet look unnaturally big

suga isn’t bothered by it though

doesn’t like jeans with holes in them

also i don’t see him as a jean cuffing person, he either forgets to do it entirely or the cuffs just fall off because he didn’t do them properly

kozume kenma

say it with me: oversized clothes

not super oversized, but oversized enough so he becomes a shapeless blob 

that, and hoodies and kenma is good to go

kuroo definitely berates him for buying oversized clothes, especially with his pants, telling him he’s going to trip

speaking of pants, kenma likes to have them wide legged

favorite colors to wear are black and white- you can’t go wrong with them and they don’t stand out a lot

he has one hoodie that he always wears and has had since forever

the same goes for his shoes- like hinata he probably has an old pair of white converse that look nasty since he’s had them for so long

doesn’t care much about the brands he wears, as long as he likes the clothes

(MANGA SPOILER WARNING) even after he becomes rich, he’s still probably wearing the same hoodie and converse he had in high school

akaashi keiji

tell me this outfit doesn’t scream akaashi

wears lots of collared shirts, doesn’t really like wearing t-shirts outside of gym or volleyball

but he doesn’t like dressing super formal either, so usually wears a collared shirt with jeans

however, he rarely wears sneakers outside of practice. if need be, he will, if not he wears a pair of nicer shoes

probably has a pair of those low rise doc martens that he frequently wears because the team told him he dresses too much like an old man and bought him the pair he has now (he didn’t like the high rise style, so the low rise had to do)

konoha says now he looks like an old man with ~style~

also, he doesn’t wear any ordinary coat

trench coats

bokuto said he looked like the one detective guy, “wedlock holes”

also doesn’t wearing a lot of colors, he sticks with neutral browns mostly

semi eita

ok, it’s like akaashi’s style but in a different font but hear me out

semi dresses stylishly and he knows it

probably has designer items 

however, he hates it when people point out the effort he puts into his outfits- he wants to seem effortlessly stylish

likes neutral colors, but hates wearing black

dresses more formally? like he likes wearing more slacks as casual wear

however, he prefers to wear sneakers because to him, they’re more comfortable

imagine him going out with like, tendou their styles would clash so much omg

miya atsumu

the mascot of this blog

also kageyama’s fashion pt. 2

mostly has athletic clothes?? but more in the athleisure category?? if that makes sense???

like, they’re athletic clothes but can also be worn normally for comfort

probably used to dress just like kageyama until someone osamu told him he looked like he was permanently stuck in a nike commercial 

to make it look less like he’s stuck in a nike commercial, atsumu’s solution is to just…wear a jean jacket

i’m sorry this man has no fashion sense outside of jean jacket

like if he thinks any out fit needs more spice, he just adds a little bit of denim

like kageyama, he wears a hoodie with most of his outfits- if not, the jean jacket will suffice

is a bit of a shoe head! maybe has 2-3 pairs of very nice sneakers, likes keeping up with new releases but never really buys them unless he feels like it

oikawa tooru

PLAID SHORTS 

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