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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: ｆｅｒｔｉｌｉｔｙ　；| Rintarou Suna x Fem!Reader a/n: here I go again, comfort writing with Suna. And bc my notes have taken a dip and no one likes to reblog stuff anymore I’ll probably never open requests again and just write for myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ word count: 1.4k tags: timeskip (duh). real life situations, established relationship (your married), language, fertility issues (either Suna has low sperm count or reader has PCOS reader’s choice I didn’t specificy), medical terminology/situations, angsty, fluffy, IUI, vent writing ish, nothing bad happens just trying to get pregnant unconventionally, unedited character(s): Rintarou Suna (hq)

“As soon as you quit trying it’ll happen!”

“We didn’t even have to think about it and wow three kids later!”

“Your young don’t stress about it!”

“But you don’t look like it’s hard.”

You stare up at a mostly white wall. Textured fine and certainly not as renovated as the lobby. It still feels oddly like home even with the disposable blanket draped over your naked lower half. Perhaps what made it really feel like home was Rintarou’s hand on your thigh.

Staring long gone as your eyes drop onto the dark haired man who’s stare was directed at the closed door. He’s quiet. As always but you’re unsure to attribute it to the fact it was before nine A.M, or because the nurse practitioner said they were going to get the specimen.

“Third times the charm you know,” Rintarou’s voice surprises you. Even though you were staring right at him. When he spoke facing away you couldn’t help but jump. His hand squeezing your thigh tight.

You’re quiet for a second. Third time was supposedly the charm. For a second you wonder how many friends, family and acquittances might have had the same thought.

A sigh leaves you and like the other attempts before you finally relax back into the exam chair, “We were in this room the first time right?”

Rintarou looks at the tapestry on the wall directly behind the two of you. Dark brows pinching a little he thinks for a second, “...I thought the first room had the quilt thing with kids hand paints on it?”

“There’s the flower one I think.” You mention the other piece of art you can vividly recall.

“Was it these or was it that flower one that looks like a vagina that was the first room.”

“Rintarou those were labias.”

“Yeah, and the other one looked like balls.”

“Oh but you remember the pussy looking one?”

“You mean labias.”

You squint your eyes at him and wordlessly mouth a mockery towards him. Forgetting for a second how nervous you were. He doesn’t forget how nervous you are though. Rintarou takes the mocking tease in stride when he bends down and presses a kiss to your scrunched forehead. Timing impeccable as always for the middle blocker as the nurse comes back in just as he stands back up.

Just like the three times before, the nurse stands with awfully ugly blue gloves on, the thickest looking catheter you ever swore you saw and papers clasped in their other hand. And just like the other times there was always a spiel to go with it all.

“Are we ready?” They looked at both you and your husband. Rintarou remained quiet but with a deep breath you nodded, “Good. Well- As always-” They hand the sealed and capped syringe to Rintarou, “You know the drill, body temp so if you don’t mind holding onto this.”

He nods. An otherworldly feeling to be holding onto what was basically the essence of his semen. But the tight grip the EJP middle blocker held it with was far more tight than any volleyball he’d ever held.

“Here’s the papers as always,” The nurse wheeled over to your side of the exam chair in the small room, “Mobility looked great today. A 3.7 for them. Um- Unthawed at 6:34 this morning after the call, everyone looked lively in there and all there’s left to do is send them on their way! Are you ready?”

You take a deep breath. Looking at your nurse. Then looking to Rintarou. The hand on your thigh no longer there. Instead he’d taken your hand in his the second he was handed the sperm. You nod and squeeze his hand before looking at the nurse, “Third times the charm.”

There’s a faint smile on your husband’s face. Something you hadn’t seen once at these appointments. The way it tugs on the corner of his lips and Rintarou looks down at you even as someone gets between your legs, you can’t help but laugh to yourself. You’d be fucking him right now for that smile if there wasn’t KY jelly being smeared on your vaginal opening in preparation for a speculum to being inserted.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” Utter casualness as someone only a little more than an acquaintance pulls your labias back right in front of your husband.

“Breakfast probably.” You look up at Rintarou who nods, “And then absolutely nothing.”

“Oh no practice today then?” Your overly friendly nurse glances up to Rintarou as the metal dipped down into you.

It’s uncomfortable. Certainly not something you’d ever want to add to your bedroom antics. Each touch of their glove around your bits and pieces is something your not sure you can get use to but as they crank it to latch and your left knowing your cervix is exposed as Rintarou hands them the syringe, there’s something so strange. Your not sure you have an emotion for it actually.

“I just take them off normally,” Rintarou answers the person who’s now readying a thin catheter full of your husband’s separated and washed sperm to be inserted into your uterus on a Thursday morning. And Rintarou is talking to him like he does Motoya at the end of practice like its nothing.

“A couple this morning said they were going to try the new bakery down town,” Their hand goes to your thigh to let them know they’re going to touch you, “Alright deep breath, just a little discomfort and cramp.”

This is always the time you fall silent. Eyes fixated up on the ceiling even as you death grip Rintarou’s hand. It’s not a poke. Not like a needle. It’s cramp worthy but at the same time it’s so foreign that by the time it’s all said and done. They’re tossing the empty contain into the hazard bin and taking off their gloves.

“We have a shop we really like,” Rintarou replies calmly even though you’re sure your crushing his hand, “But I think I heard of the place.”

“Well-” The nurse smiled with their fingers crossed, “Here’s to hoping I can tell you about the bakery in two weeks.”

They of course remind you of the drill. No checking before two weeks. False positives are rampant then. You get handed the papers. Which Rintarou always takes for you as you lay there on the exam table. Told to take your time for the ten minute wait period and then feel free to get dressed and head out. And like always you thank the person who just shot your husband’s sperm directly into your cervix.

Ten minutes. Then you could leave.

Ten minutes you might as well sit in silence.

“...third times the charm you know,” Rintarou reminds you, as well as himself, after the nurse left. Big hand still clasped over yours as you lay there on the exam table.

“...I can feel lube stuck all over me,” You grimace at the coolness. It certainly is the same lube you use at home. An attempt to make this all more light hearted at best but it quickly falls flat.

You think for a second. All that advice you’ve gotten as you both try for your first. Don’t use lube. Use lube. Don’t do it on a Tuesday. Do it on a Tuesday. Don’t eat spicy. Ok maybe eat spicy. It all filters into your mind as you lay holding your husband’s hand in the stillness of the clinic room.

Rintarou snaps you out of it when he leans over. All 6′3 of him bent in half as he rests his ear against your chest and looks up at you. Giant ass head in the middle of your chest and looking up at you. God he looks uncomfortable like that. But doesn’t budge an inch. Instead bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently.

“Boy or girl?” You ask him the same question as the two times before.

He shakes his head. Lifting himself up to lean down and kiss your lips softly, “Doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s a baby.”

His assurance makes you sigh. Undoubtedly he was nervous too. At least here he kept it together. Though you were sure the staff probably thought your husband was a mute for the most part. You knew different.

Reaching up you cup his face and bring him down for one more kiss, “...Here’s to the third time.”

#hq!!#haikyuu!!#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #suna #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #hq suna

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realcube · 4 years

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comfort with the haikyuu!! boys hcs 💝

characters: kenma, bokuto, ushijima, tsukishima, akaashi

thanks to anon for the request (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ALL AGED UP! (no mature themes though) (i just like the post-timeskip domestic dynamics)

tw// hurt! reader, swearing, mentions of death, fluff, angst if you squint

Kenma Kuzome

bb has cat senses so he can tell when you’re sad

he can also tell bc you do the exact same thing he does when he’s sad, which is cuddle underneath blankets in bed, play animal crossing and blare lo-fi music to conceal your faint sobs

so when he walks into your shared room and notices you wrapped up in blankets on the bed, he does his best to suppress a snicker whicH HE FEELS SO BAD FOR HAVING IN THE FIRST PLACE

like he knows you’re sad but a part of his mind is just like ‘heh, (y/n) burrito.’ like you just look sO FKN CUTE!!

anyway, the first thing he always does when you’re down is approach you on the bed, sneak under the blankets and join to you to become a (y/n) & kenma burrito

also, he might turn the speaker off depending on how loud the music is lol but if it’s at an okay volume then he’ll just leave it on and vibe with you for a bit as he desperately wracks his brain, trying to come up with something reassuring to say

you usually comes up with the something basic like, ‘what’s wrong?’ but i mean, you don’t really mind - at least he’s making an effort and you know it must be difficult for him to think of things to say lol

depending on how sad you are, you might just tell him straight-up what happened or you might text him bc you don’t think you’ll be able to choke out an answer without bursting into tears again

then he’ll ask you if you want to be alone and act accordingly

assuming that you say ‘no’ bc you want his presence, he’ll just recollect on the last time you comforted him while he was down and mimic it tbh

..you always comfort him so well 🥺 and whenever you console him, he always feels so much better so he just thought that maybe if he imitates you, then it’ll work just as well

so he started off by resting his head on your shoulder and whispering kind things in your ear just like you did to him, ‘you know i love you, right?’ , ‘i hope you feel better soon’, ‘do you want me to bring you some food?’

he’ll seriously do everything in his power to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible

and he’ll stay as a (y/n) & kenma burrito until you feel better or until the sun rises ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰)

Kōtarō Bokuto

i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again - he’s such an empath and so overdramatic

so when he comes home from work and you don’t run up to the door to give him hugs & kisses- he’s about to burst into tears himself

so he sulks up to your room now IMAGINE HOW SHOCKED HE IS WHEN HE WALKS IN TO SEE YOU CRYING UNDER THE BLANKETS

emo-mode engaged :(

his hair deflates as he pounces on you and wails, ‘(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHO HURT YOU?!’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

and the bitch dives on you while you are under the blanket, essentially scaring and suffocating you

‘bokuto, get off me!’ you shrieked, wriggling out of his grip and out from under the blanket

when he notices you had escaped the blanket with tear-stained cheeks, he felt even worse

he threw himself into your arms, howling, ‘(Y/N)!! I AM SO SORRY!’

at this point all the blood had rushed to your head and you had kinda forgotten that you were sad for a moment or two

‘bo! you should know you’re own strength by now.’ you muttered, rubbing the underneaths off your puffy eyes

‘I KNOW!’ he wailed once more, burying his face into the crook of your neck

you sighed while rubbing his back, unable to supress a slight giggle, ‘bokuto..’

there was ages of silence between the two of you before he pulled away to look you in the eyes and asked, ‘(y/n), why were you crying before i got here?’

you’d explain the issue to him and he’d do everything in his power to solve it because the way he sees it, why should he try console you when he can just fix the variable that’s making you sad in the first place?

like, if you were just fired from your job, he’ll go full karen and he will call corporate to demand for your job back if you don’t stop him

or if your loved one died, he’ll become a fkn medium or study resurrection

or if you’re just stressed from exams/tests, he’ll just be like ‘why do you need to go to uni anyway?’

‘so i can get a qualification.’

‘why do you need that?’

‘so i can apply for a job.’

‘why do you need a job?’

‘so i can make money, so i don’t starve.’

‘you can have my money!’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at how much life-experience bokuto had, yet he will still so naïve; honestly, you couldn’t even tell if he was joking or not. ‘what if we break up?-”

“DON’T SAY THAT!” he gasped, instinctively tightening his grip on you

Wakatoshi Ushijima

both you and ushijima’s pride did not allow y’all to cry in front of one another

if you ever had to cry, you’d just run to the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the tap to drown out the sound of your sobs and just let it all out

and if he ever had to cry, he’d just do it in the shower

but like- you both knew when the other one had been crying because of their puffy, damp eyes but you both mutually agreed to not mention it

i mean, up until now y’all had both been able to flourish in the relationship while dealing with emotions on your own so why bother changing?

and if anything, you both felt more comfortable crying to yourselves

that was, until today

you had cracked under the pressure of your job - you were simply sitting at your desk in the study room, doing some work then it all just came crashing down

ushijima had just stepped out of the shower in his towel and was currently wandering around the house in search of you, to inform you that he ran out of shampoo so it would be greatly appreciated if you were to add it to the shopping list

but when he entered the study to see you sitting there by your computer, bawling you eyes out..he froze

like he had to do a whole double-take bc he wasn’t sure if he was seeing this correctly

your face was buried in your hands so you didn’t notice him at first but then you heard him awkwardly clear his throat from the doorway and your neck immediately jerked to look at him

it was quite embarrassing for the both of you, ngl

like he was standing there half-naked, staring into your red eyes in hopes that what he saw was just a hallucination

after what felt like hours of deafening silence, ushijima broke it by muttering under his breath, ‘uh, is everything okay?’

‘everything is fine, toshi.’ you replied, forcing a bright smile onto your face as you went back to typing, ‘did you come down here to tell me somethi--’

‘i can tell that there is something wrong.’ he stated, walking towards you while using one had to hold his towel in place and draping the other over your shoulders to pull you into his chest. ‘do you want to tell me?’

you let out a long sigh, resting your cheek against his chest while still staring at the many tabs you had open on your desktop

but ushijima quickly fixed that by taking your chin in-between his thumb and index finger, then turning your face to look up at him,

‘work?’ he hummed his assumption

‘yeah.’ you mumbled, quite surprised at how understanding he was being

but then again, ushijima obviously knows what it feels like to be overworked and burnt out too, so he was able to provide a lot of empathy in that sense

Kei Tsukishima

ok a bit of tsukki slander but i feel like tsukishima would make it worse WEILUBRGBE

wait no well, he doesn’t make it worse but he doesn’t make it better either

like he’ll walk into the living room and see you curled up under a blanket on the couch, lightly sobbing from underneath- and he honestly doesn’t know how to act

this is the first time he’s seen you cry bc usually y’all keep your emotions to yourselves - you’re both v independent like that （￣︶￣)

anyway, mans thinks he can just tease the sadness out of you 🙄

‘awh, is my little couch goblin feeling sad?’ he said shakily, clearly intimidated by your figure lying on the couch, and you could tell he was nervous per his use of the nickname ‘couch goblin’

‘‘TSUKISHIMA, FUCK OFF!’ you barked, hastily wiping away your tears and clinging to blanket to prevent him from pulling it away, as the last thing you wanted him to see was your weary figure just so he could tease you about it

‘bitch, i live here.’ he hissed, rubbing the back of his neck - feeling rather conflicted

on one hand, you seemed serious when you asked him to leave; plus, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable by staying when you’re already sad

but on the other hand, he genuinely wanted to help

he’d feel bad if he were to just leave his s/o in tears when he could’ve done something to make you feel better

‘do you really want me to go?’ he asked and for a change, not a hint of mockery or sarcasm was found in his voice

there were several moments of silence until you mumbled from under your blanket, ‘no.’ then proceeded to lift up your arm to allow him to crawl under the blanket and join you

he did so, pulling you against his chest so you could sob lightly against his cotton shirt while being engulfed by warm darkness

‘what could’ve possibly went wrong to make the evilest blanket demon cry?’

‘evilest blanket demon’ - that was definitely a new one, and you’d be lying if you said a small snicker didn’t escape your mouth at how monotonously he was able to deliver such a unique nickname

and after years of being in a relationship with tsukki, you’ve learned to find comfort in these nicknames considering they were a big part of how he expressed love

in his vocabulary, ‘you’re so annoying.’ is equal to ‘i love you’

so him calling you an ‘evil blanket demon’ was, in his eyes, the highest and most sincere form of flattery

you eventually tell him what happened that made you sad and he just listens

feel free to ramble on about anything/everything that’s worried you for the last few months bc he’s all ears

he figured that other than make you dinner and hug you, that was the best thing he could do to help bc he was far from a romantic who’s good with words

if he tries to console you verbally it would probably come out like ‘uh, don’t cry - i understand what you’re going through, i think, but like- cry if you want. this must be tough for you, to be honest.’

so he just listens to what you have to say and occasionally inputs a lil’ ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’

he’s probably the most patient with you so you could stay sad on the couch for the next few weeks, as long as you’re eating the meals he delivers to you and you’re staying healthy, he’ll just let you mope until you feel better tbh

Keiji Akaashi

boyfie material right here

i’m hardly an akaashi simp but he’s probably the best at comforting you while you’re sad tbh

because he’s literally been dealing with bokuto and his emo-mode for god-knows how long so he’s very good with reassuring people😌

also, i just know that this man can detect emotions so well- evEN THROUGH TEXT ISTG

he’d text you the usual ‘goodnight ❤’

and you’ll quickly wipe away your tears that were blurring your vision to reply ‘goodnight 💕’

then he’ll deadass text back like ‘i’m coming over. what’s wrong?’

HE JUST KNOWS!! don’t question it bc he doesn’t even have a logical answer lol

anyway, he’ll arrive and immediately begin with the reassurance before you even tell him what’s wrong

‘you’re coping so well, (y/n).’

‘i’m so proud and i love you so much.’

‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

‘would you like a hug?’

‘you’re beautiful, (y/n). i hope you know that.’

‘do you want me to get you ice-cream?’

a king- 👑

also, you weren’t embarrassed to cry in front of him either bc you had seen him cry before

plus, y’all both established at the very beginning of the relationship that you’d both try be as honest and open with your emotions as possible

so now, you were both sitting beside each other on your bed while sharing a banana split that akaashi made (you put the sprinkles on though so you basically gave it flavour ✨)

akaashi is definitely the therapist friend to so he gives great advice

but if you don’t want his advice and you’d prefer him to just listen, then he can do that too

honestly, he’d do basically anything to make you feel better 🥺

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1101001 · 3 years

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MAYBE, JUST MAYBE _

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‘ when high school ended, your relationship with oikawa did too. years later, something you didn’t want to call fate led you to each other on the sandy shores of a beach in brazil ’

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character .. oikawa tooru

word count .. 1.3k

tags .. exes (but not rlly 'to lovers’) , no pronouns used , possible timeskip spoilers? but nothing explicitly stated , uhh fluff-ish , written for @itskoushi <3

You choked on your drink, turning your head to the side in futile hopes that it would hide your face. Why of all places and all times was he here, at a beach in Rio de Janeiro? Maybe it wasn’t him though, maybe it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.

You peered carefully over your friend’s head for another look. It definitely was him.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

You nodded hastily, ignoring the suspicious look your friend was giving you.

“Right, do you wanna come down to the beach with me?” she asked, pointing to the mob of people in bikinis and trunks walking around under the bright hot Brazilian sun. “Seems someone caught your eye too.”

There was a glint in her eye and before she could drag you with her, you shook your head, “No, I think I’ll stay here…”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

She got up and muttered a ‘boring’ before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Not two seconds after she left, the very person you were hoping to avoid appeared right behind you.

“Look who we have here.” His voice was sweet like honey, and you had to steel yourself against it before turning around and facing him.

“Hello to you too Oikawa.”

Oikawa Tooru, a boy (now man) who caused you massive amounts of internal conflict. Did you miss him and his chocolate brown eyes and perfectly tousled hair and seemingly carefree exterior?

Maybe you did, but before you could fall into the trap that is Oikawa’s charm, you reminded yourself that you've already been down that path.

“Thought it was you,” he said, lips curving into a slight smirk. He leaned one arm against the bar table and you suddenly noticed how much muscle he’s built since you last saw him. “So what brings you to this lovely beach?”

You took a long sip from your drink, trying to look everywhere but him for fear of accidentally staring too long. “It was a business trip but now I’m just relaxing.”

From the background, a couple of people were starting to shout for Oikawa. He turned towards them and yelled, “GIMME A SEC,” before turning back to you and asking, “Hey uh are you up for some beach volleyball?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“There’s this small tournament and I’m the only one without a partner.”

It was a very sudden offer and you were hesitant to accept. Volleyball? At the beach? With your ex no less.

It didn’t seem like the best idea.

“Cmon I know you’re good,” Oikawa pleaded.

You were still hesitant, but the thought of playing volleyball again made your hands and arms itch. It seems you missed it more than you thought.

“Fine,” you said taking one last sip of your drink before grabbing your things and hopping out of your seat. The two of you made your way over to the nets set up on the sand and Oikawa led you to a table to register.

“Have you ever played beach volleyball?” Oikawa asked as he grabbed a ball and tossed it to you.

You lightly set it back to him. “No, and I haven’t played normal volleyball for quite a while either.”

“That’s fine,” Oikawa replied, once again tossing the ball back to you. “It’s a just-for-fun competition anyway.”

And that just-for-fun competition was a lot more intense than you expected. Beach volleyball, you quickly learned, is very different from normal volleyball. Running around on the sand wasn’t exactly easy and being on the same side of the net as Oikawa, although you tried to ignore it, was giving you weird and very annoying butterflies.

Instead of it being a terrible experience like it should’ve been though, you found yourself relishing the adrenaline that came with the feel of the ball on your hands.

You and Oikawa made for a great team too. The two of you barely exchanges words but knew what the other meant every time. That combined with each of your own individual talent and skill made you a deadly combo and easily a favorite for the win.

And you might’ve won too, had you been able to continue playing.

You gritted your teeth as you struggled to stand up after an unsuccessful dive. Suddenly, Oikawa was there by your side, extending a hand and helping you up.

“You ok there?”

Honestly, no. Your ankle hurt like hell from how you dived into the sand just moments ago. The unevenness of the ground really wasn’t something to underestimate.

“Uh my ankle hurts a bit,” you muttered.

“By a bit you mean it hurts enough you can’t play anymore right?”

You looked away and nodded lamely. You’d like to think you changed since high school but it seems he still knew you too well.

“Ok, let's get you to a clinic then.”

By then, the referee and a few other people had gathered around. Oikawa quickly announced your withdrawal from the tournament and led you off the court.

“Can you walk?” he asked, extending a hand to steady you as you got up.

“I think so,” you replied before taking one step and immediately realizing this was going to be a slow and painful walk to the clinic.

But you gritted your teeth through the pain and, with Oikawa next to you, hobbled off. You eventually found a way to angle your feet against the sand to minimize pain so it wasn’t too bad.

Although this way was much more bearable pain-wise, it was slow, so slow that Oikawa suggested he just carry you to the clinic.

“No thanks,” you said, gritting your teeth as you forced your legs to move faster.

“Y/n please. You’re slower than a snail.”

You stopped and sighed, a sign he took as you agreeing apparently because he immediately grabbed your legs and lifted you bridal style almost effortlessly.

You were about to protest but the words died away as he looked down at you with a smile.

That smile.

Suddenly, you were a teenager at Aoba Johsai again, walking through its crowded hallways, passing Oikawa and a few of his fangirls trailing behind him. He flashed that same smile at you he had now and your heart skipped a beat.

“Let’s just hope your ankle isn’t messed up too badly yeah?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you responded with a simple ‘yeah’.

Your mind, at the moment, was focusing on other things. Not the way he carried you without a hint of tiredness on his face. Not the way your arms were intertwined around his neck. Not the way his hair bounced with every step he took, or the way his eyes glittered in the sunlight, or the way you could feel his heartbeat against you.

No, your mind was racing because even though this was hardly your most intimate moment, you felt ‘the feeling’.

Maybe you were caught up in it all. That was a very plausible and realistic explanation for why you were feeling what you were feeling right now. But as you two approached the clinic and he urged the nurses to care for you, your mind wandered.

Maybe he was just being a decent human being. Yes, of course, that was what he’s doing - being nice. The way he held your hand through it all made it seem like he was being more than just nice.

Maybe there was something more. When he looked at you, sheepish grin and concerned eyes, you couldn’t help but feel it.

You were getting carried away. It definitely seemed like you were. But you couldn’t think of anything wrong with the flutters in your chest. Sure the breakup wasn’t the smoothest but that was when you were young and going separate paths.

He might not even be feeling all that you were right now, but you gave yourself a sliver of hope because maybe he was.

And maybe, just maybe, a second try would be worth the while.

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note .. NINI HI IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT HAPPY FVKING belated BIRTHDAY !!! i know how much you love this trope and how much you love oiks soooo *holds this out to you like cake on a platter* ... not much slowburn tho sorry (i would but by the time i finish it’ll be ur next birthday sdkjghs) right anyway,,, hope you like it and again,, happy belated birthday <33

#alsoo uh i may have been lazy proofreading🤧#so just ignore if you see any ahem mistakes U.U #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu fic #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa oneshot #oikawa imagine #haikyuu imagines #i have lost my ability to tag sht #signed.. koko

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jaysbestie · 3 years

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ahshshdhsh this is my first time using the ask function in this app and i might as well take this as an opportunity. can you please write about jakey being a hopeless romantic (kinda like f2l thing) wherein they're also classmates and y/n is oblivious af? it would be very much appreciated, thank you~

hi this is a vERY late, I don't know if this is similarto what you wanted, I'm so sorry, but I hope you like it!!

Hoops and Love Letters

pairing ; f2l! basketball player! jake x gn reader

genre ; fluff

warnings ; food

summary ; jake, your best friend since you were children has started making your heart beat fast, little do you know, his is beating just as fast...

"yo jake!"

you were sitting on one of the park's benches with your best friend while eating strawberry flavored ice cream he got for you, when you heard someone call your best friend's name.

"jake!"

it was louder this time, meaning the person calling him was coming closer. Suddenly one of jake's friends, sunghoon, came into view trying to catch his breath while he sat down on the bench between you.

well now that was awkward.

he looked between you two, clueless to the situation you were in and asked,

"did I interrupt anything?"

he asked and to that question, your cheeks reddened as you turned to look at jake, noticing how his cheeks were also light crimson as he opened his mouth to answer his friend's question

"n-no you sure didn't" jake stammered. but jake never stammers?? and you just stood there, a little sad that jake answered sunghoon's question negatively and you just stood there, taken aback by jake's answer and by his stammering.

"it doesn't seem like it tho, anyways, heesung needs you in practice, jay was late and he almost got yelled at" sunghoon started talking without getting a breath, almost as if he was rapping.

you searched jake's face for a reaction and he didn't even look surprised by ths situation going on at the school's gym.

"well, y/n, I'll have to go, sadly, however, ill try to return you your book on saturday on our picnic!" he told you while he got his school bag, from the bench you sat on every day after school, and started walking behind sunghoon to the gym.

"I'll be waiting for my book!" you yelled and screamed, happy that he remembered the poetry book he borrowed from you, two weeks ago. you see, your and jake's bond was something unbreakable, being friends and classmates from a very young age and being lucky enough to be able to continue this friendship till now. you started packing your bag and put the cup from the ice cream in the park's trashcan while going to your house. there really wasn't anyone at home however you prepared your table fully and made yourself lunch. you sat down trying to find a boring enough movie so that you'll be motivated to stop watching it and study or catch a nap.

————————♡timeskip♡———————

it was now 7pm on a friday afternoon and you were currently doing your homework so that you didn't have to do them during the weekend, when your computer started alarming you that there was an incoming skype call by jake. it made you instantly smile and you answered his call watching his face brighten once he saw you had picked up.

"hey"

"hi"

"are you doing homework on a friday night?" he asked, while he looked at me as if I was a weird creature.

"yeah, I don't understand your opposition on me doing my homework on a friday night" you said, the fake offended look on your face made jake laugh and that moment it was like you heard an angel laugh.

"have you prepared anything for our picnic tomorrow?"

oh shIT

you panicked

"I swear to god, y/n y/l/n, did you forget about one of the most important days of the month?" it was his turn to act offended now taking a dramatic pose acting as if he was crying.

you were about to start crying because, hoW. COULD. YOU. FORGET. YOUR PICNIC?!?!

"oH HELL NOH, how could I forget our picnic?!" you stated nervously hoping that he didn't notice the panic on your face when he mentioned the picnic.

"great, I was hoping you remembered about it because, well,,, tomorrow's picnic will be extra special, than just a day on the calendar" he said, he seemed nervous and by his sentence you became nervous too, hoping that something joyful will be behind this "extra special picnic"

"YO Y/N YOU THERE?" he yelled and then proceeded to slap his laptop's screen, just to make sure his computer wasn't the problematical one.

"yeah sorry, my laptop started glitching, see you tomorrow at the park!" you yelled at him and ended the call in a hurry.

you sat up from your desk's chair and walked in front of your mirror

"I now have to go down and prepare for tomorrow's picnic" you said to try and convince yourself to go down and prepare however your plan was interrupted when your phone rang, the name of your other best friend lighting up the screen.

"YANG JUNGWON YOU LITTLE MONSTER" you screamed as you picked up the phone.

" yo y/n what is your proBLEM?!"

"YOU OBVIOUSLY"

"what did I do this time bestie, explain to me please"

"well I was about to go prepare for my monthly picnic with jake but you decided that it was a good idea to call me".

"oooh, jake, the guy that likes you but doesn't know how to tell you"

"plEASE, he doesn't like me, we've been friends for a couple years and he sees me as a good friend"

"ok but like, since yOU like him, why don't you speak to him about it?"

at this point you are heading to the kitchen in order to get ready for tomorrow, since hanging up on jungwon wouldn't happen soon.

"if I tell him I might ruin our friendship, won"

"he likes you too tho, even sunghoon noticed!"

"since when do you hang out with sunghoon?"

"since you were too busy going on dates with jake"

"please, we had study meetings"

"yeah call it whatever you want love"

you tried to respond to jungwon but nothing came out of your mouth so jungwon continued,

"anyways, I'm hanging up so you can prepare for your picnic, by the way, wear those brown corduroy pants I got you for your birthday!!"

"yeah fine, I'll make sure to fill you in on what happened won, good night!"

"night y/n!"

with that you went to prepare some quick snacks for tomorrow and also got some of your favorite jellies from a seven eleven nearby, all because they were also jake's favorite jellies.

———————♡timeskip #2♡———————

you woke up by the sudden sound of your alarm, you didn't even remember setting an alarm but you find have time to worry about stuff like this as you wanted to get up and get ready quickly for the picnic.

your phone rang and jake's number lit up your phone's screen.

"yo jake, bro, homie, fella, how you doin" that was the weirdest thing you've ever, like eVER, said in your life.

"Y/N Y/L/N ARE YOU DRUNK THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?!"

"of course no jakey, it's 11:29 am, the picnic is in two hours "

" uh uh uh- special picnic" jake emphasized special once again.

" oh well, guess I'll take more time to get ready since its spEcial" you said, mimicking the way he said special.

" I swear to our friendship, y/n, if you're not ready by the time I come to pick you up, consider yourself not my friend" he said sarcastically, adding a laugh at the middle of his sentence.

"oh well, it's your lucky day because I have just started getting ready!" you lied, you walked to your dresser and started searching for that one pair of brown corduroy pants jungwon suggested you wear.

"I'm hanging up jake, gotta go get ready, see you at 1 outside my house!" you hung up without giving him a chance to reply.

bingo

you finally found the pants, searching for a shirt now. you found a white blouse you had got last Halloween for a pirate costume but never wore it. It didn't look like a costume shirt anyway, you shrugged and got into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready afterwards.

You were done with your shower now, the time was 12 pm and you had an hour left before jake got to your place to pick you up.

You put on your clothes and matched a pearl necklace (which was, indeed, a gift by jake) with your outfit, you opted for some classic black converse high tops as for the shoe choice, and with that, your outfit was complete.

You headed downstairs to prepare your basket, full with snacks and fizzy drinks, also getting a light blanket with you, just in case.

You heard a car honk from outside and checked the time, it was 12 : 40, twenty minutes before jake should be here to pick you up. The same honking sound was heard again and you headed to the door to see if it was jake by any chance. It was jake indeed, you got your basket, your keys, sprayed some perfume on and left the house, not forgetting to lock the door behind you.

"well hello there, y/n"

you were ready to tell general kenobi literally at his face, the pun must've been intended as you had a star wars movie marathon some days ago.

"hello to you too, jakey"

You both got in the car and jake turned the music up, a song unknown to you playing on the radio. Jake seemed different today, he seemed nervous, something unusual to him.

"is everything okay jake?"

"yeah why?" he responded while he let out a small laugh.

"oh, nothing!"

The drive went by quickly, however jake had taken you to a place you thought you'd never see again, it was the place where you and jake had first met. A park filled with bushes and sunflowers, huge trees and benches along with wooden tables. You were on the verge of tears, left speechless, you opened the car's door, taking your basket and started running around the park laughing loudly. You were feeling truly happy.

Jake was watching from inside the car, deciding to open his door too, taking his own basket, locking the car and started running towards you.

After running around for some good minutes, you sat on bench and left your baskets on a wooden table, starting to set your food in order for your picnic to start.

You had started eating your second sandwich when jake interrupted you, making you put your sandwich down and turning your attention to him.

"yo y/n, do you remember those love letters you kept on receiving last year?"

"of course I do! I've been searching till this day! but what does that have to with our special picnic?"

"well, I'm the one who sent those letters" jake said, lowering his head and starting to fiddle with his hands.

"well, that was a good one!" you started laughing. Noticing the situation jake was in right now, it only meant one thing, "WAit, you're not joking?"

"not really" he said giggling sadly, lifting his stare and watching into your eyes. You extended your arms and reached out to hug him.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"wait, you really didn't know I liked you? The boys kept on telling that my crush on you was too obvious!" he said, looking annoyed by his friends that moment.

"I mean, you did throw a basket ball at me once that had, "let me take you out" all over it but I didn't think you meant thAT TAKING OUT" you said, laughing at the old memory you had remembered.

well, y/n, would you officially allow me to take you out?" he asked, a glowing happy slice on his face when he noticed your emotionless face, "on A DATE, I mean, not with a basket ball!" he added. With that, you burst into laughter and looked at him, showing him your brightest smile.

"of course I'll let you take me out, on a date, jake"

#bye this took so long to write sorry #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #jake sim #enhypen jake x reader #hope you like this even if its taken me to long to post it!

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furikakyo · 3 years

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a return to roots | 4

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost

If you were to be completely honest, you'd wanted to wear a dress you’d been allowed to keep after a photoshoot. However, it wasn't a good look for someone of your status to re-wear outfits, especially statement pieces. You couldn't remember who had designed it, but it had been mostly tulle and made you feel like a princess... all things that could not be used to describe what you were wearing now. For your dinner plans, you chose to wear a simple yet smart-looking bodycon dress, one that you were regretting as you stepped out of the car. You pulled at the hem from over the long coat you wore, conscious of the fact that there could potentially be paparazzi waiting to snap a photo of you from an unfortunate angle if you weren't paying close attention. Unlike American paparazzi, reporters here didn't flock at the entrances of exclusive clubs or restaurants, but it never hurt to be cautious.

"I won't need a ride home," you told Ichiro, who nodded stiffly and then shut the door of the car after you got out, “I can get a ride home."

You adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of your nose, aware that you looked out of place in the nightlife, and then walked to the doors of the hotel. A concierge opened the door to greet you and Ichiro, who trailed behind, scanning the area. "Welcome, Miss. Your party called ahead and made us aware of the arrangements to be made. You can follow me to the elevator, where I will escort you to your destination."

"Thank you," you said coolly, then took after them. While in the elevator, the concierge spoke nervously, emphasizing how much of an honor it was for someone like you to visit their establishment. You smiled politely, silently willing the elevator to reach the right floor faster.

A restaurant specializing in molecular gastronomy, Kuroo had explained to you on the phone the night before. He'd sounded probably the most excited you'd ever heard him. You had looked it up yourself after the call had ended. It was on the 29th floor of a luxurious hotel, one that you had never been to yourself. Only eight people max were allowed to dine in, and the chef made all of the food in front of you, four courses.

You were dragged out of your thoughts when the elevator finally dinged and the concierge guided you to the glass doors of the restaurant, where Ichiro recognized the occupants and left you alone to be greeted by Kuroo, Lev, his sister Alisa, and, surprisingly, Kenma. You took off your sunglasses and slipped them into the pocket of your coat before that too was taken by a waitress, who calmly swept them away from you and into a closet, presumably.

"Hi, guys!" you gave a bright smile and then slipped into the empty seat in between Kenma and Alisa.

"We thought you might want to sit next to Alisa," Kenma explained quietly, tugging on the collar of his dress shirt.

You smiled again, settling into the chair. "Thanks," you nodded your head. "You look nice, too, Kenma! You're all dressed up!"

Kuroo leaned back to make eye contact with you, laughing. "He almost cancelled on dinner plans with us when he heard that he couldn't wear his sweatpants. He lives in sweatpants exclusively."

Kenma sighed, muttering under his breath, "Maybe I wouldn't if you didn't make a big deal about whenever I'm not." Only you heard his comment, since he was on the edge of the table, but you didn't have any time to reply because the head chef came out of the kitchen, accompanied by a couple of workers behind him, holding the ingredients.

One by one, each round of dishes came and went. Earlier, you'd been worried about wearing a bodycon dress because of the impending food baby you were sure to conceive, but with only dessert left, your stomach felt hardly filled with the sizes of the previous dishes. The process of making each one was mesmerizing to watch, and the flavor profile of each small bite was beyond anything you could have initially imagined when the plates were gently placed in front of you-

You watched the chef spoon generous amounts of black caviar onto the dish. Not dessert, you corrected yourself. Why did you assume to get a deconstructed piece of fried dough when they had called the dish "Donut"? You eyed the tweezers which carefully placed tiny, delicate flowers on top of the spread. A single waiter poured out flutes of champagne and then distributed them to you and your friends, the only noise in the room the fizzing of bubbles in your drink. In fact, the entire affair had been silent aside from the head chef, who explained each meal to your group.

Once the waiter and chef cleared the room, Lev was finally the brave soul to break the silence, who cleared his throat and then, turning to you, asked, "So Y/N, you're moving back home, huh? Is there anything to even do there?”

You knew Lev didn’t mean to say anything offensive, but it still stung a little. He was just blunt to a fault sometimes, you reminded yourself, instead giggling and sending some witty remark back at him which made everyone burst into laughter. You shivered a little, finished the last of your remaining champagne in one undignified gulp, then stared out at Tokyo's skyline, shining and glittering like stars. It was cold in the room, you decided. Ridiculously air-conditioned to the point where you would be glad when you got your coat back and could leave.

The rest of the get-together flew by, only spending a little longer in the restaurant before exiting into the lobby. Kuroo had agreed to drive you back to your apartment, since he'd taken his own car and hadn't drank a lot. Lev gave you a bear hug and told you he would miss you, and that he would try to visit if his modeling schedule worked out in favor of it, but he wasn't sure. Alisa also hugged you tightly, telling you to take care of yourself in the countryside, to which she wrinkled her nose at playfully. When it came to Kenma you refrained from a hug, knowing that he didn't like physical contact. He gave a small smile, appreciative. "I might visit sometime; we can play Animal Crossing."

Then, just like that, the three of them left, Lev and Alisa taking the same car and Kenma having a driver. Kuroo turned to you and raised an eyebrow. "Well? Ready to go?"

You nodded, following him to the front where a valet had already pulled Kuroo's car to the curb, waiting for the two of you. Once inside, you pressed your forehead to the cool window, your breath fogging up the glass. Kuroo made no comment, the only sound to be heard the traffic in the streets.

For what seemed like a few minutes later, you felt yourself being gently shaken awake. "Y/N?" Slowly, you roused, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. You froze, sitting up. Shit, you'd had mascara on.

"Y/N?"

You turned to see Kuroo looking slightly concerned, but you just waved your hand at him. "I'm awake now. Thanks for the ride."

He stared at you, opened his mouth, then shut it promptly, stopping you from opening the car door. You rarely saw him speechless or without something to say. "What's wrong?" You frowned, trying to think of what could be worrying him or making him act like this.

Kuroo shook his head then leaned back in his seat. He scratched the back of his head and looked down. "I'm not sure how to say it, so I'm just going to say it." Immediately you felt dread in the pit of your stomach. Oh, god. Did he have, like, a middle-school crush on her? Was he tongue-tied? You did not want to lose one of your closest guy friends; plus, if you weren't friends with him anymore then you couldn't really be friends with Kenma-

"I'm worried about you, Y/N. Just... take care of yourself in Hyōgo, alright? You're there for a reason; to take a break." He ran a hand through his hair again, nervously. "You know what I'm saying? So just take care of yourself. Don't eat junk food all the time, it's not good for you. Also don't stay indoors all the time, it's good to get outside. You need to synthesize vitamin D," Kuroo rambled, "it's good for your skin, too-"

Finally you broke your silence, smiling and laughing at him. "Aw, Kuroo, you nerrrd," you socked him on the arm, evoking an 'ow' from him. "You're so sweet, what the hell? And don't worry, I'll be fine! I'm great at taking care of myself!" You gave him a thumbs up. When he looked at you dubiously, you added on, "Kaa-san and Tou-san don't live too far from where we used to live, so I can go to them if I need to, too." After a pause, more giggles bubbled out. "I thought- I was really scared that you liked me," you cackled, going into hysterics when he made a face. "I know, I know- I just got worried because I didn't know what you were going to say."

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "Uh, no, I don't like you. Not even platonically, after this," he grumbled, already getting into his theatrics. "I can't believe you're harassing me for caring. You're awful, Y/N!"

You opened your car door, still laughing. "Ok, ok, I'm awful, I'll admit it." You shut the door, and Kuroo rolled down the window.

"Whatever. Just make sure Osamu is driving safely. And text us when you get there. And," he levelled his gaze with yours, "do whatever you feel is best about Kita. Hopefully you take this break to sort through your feelings." Without giving you any time to retort something, Kuroo peeled off in his car, leaving you alone.

Quickly, you made your way into your apartment and finally took off your heels, leaving them near the entrance and sighing when you could walk flat-footed on the cool floor. Next you took off your coat and threw it on the couch, and instead of getting ready to sleep, jumped into your bed and face-planted into the pillows.

You fell asleep in less than five minutes.

You sent your Hyōgo address to Kenma and then flopped on your bed, accidentally banging your head on the headboard. “Fuck,” you hissed, clutching the back of your head. You sat there for a few moments, lamenting why you had to jump onto the bed and how the consequences of your action hurt so bad.

Then your stomach rumbled, begging to be filled, and you forgot everything you had been thinking about, making your way into the kitchen. You opened the fridge, peering in at the contents- or rather lack thereof. At least you didn’t have to worry about clearing your fridge by tonight, right?

Your stomach growled again as you shut the door, instead looking to the freezer. What did you have in there…? It slid open and you were glad to see that it wasn’t as empty as your fridge, rummaging through the frozen meals you had for a late-breakfast-early-lunch.

You pulled out a twelve pack of frozen gyoza and set it aside on the counter, pushing all of the other stuff back into the freezer. When you finally slid it shut again, you sighed in relief, and turned back to the food in question. You read the instructions on the back even though you were pretty sure it was easy to heat them up, and then turned the stove on. Pulling out a pot from your cabinet, you filled it with water and then set it on the stove, topping it with a lid to make the process faster.

Then you got to cleaning. Your apartment wasn’t all that messy since you didn’t spend a lot of time in it before going on hiatus, just a few stacks of paper filled with lyrics: some you’d tried working out, others hadn’t fit your two previous albums, but most you just didn’t like.

You checked on the pot of water to make sure it wasn’t boiling, and after seeing it wasn’t, you continued cleaning, moving into the kitchen once more. You scrubbed the plates and bowls you’d left in the sink for a couple days. Most of the stuff in the sink was silverware from eating takeout or having frozen meals, though.

When you heard and saw that the water was boiling, you added the gyoza and lowered the heat before going back to drying the dishes. By the time you were done with the task, your dumplings were ready, and so you turned off the stove and took the pot off. With a pair of chopsticks, you scooped up the gyoza and placed them onto a plate. You’d eat six and then leave the other half for dinner, you decided, putting them in a bento box for storage and then the fridge.

“Ah…” You sat down on the couch with your food and then turned on the TV, watching mindlessly and eating your gyoza one by one. After a couple of hours, you got up, washed and dried the dishes you’d just used, and then finally went to your room to pack.

Should you take all of your clothes with you? It’s not like you knew how long you were planning to stay in Hyōgo, so should you just pack everything, then? You opened up your closet all the way, clearing out the sections of your regular clothing and placing them on your bed. You turned back to your closet, now significantly emptier. All that was left were things you’d worn on tours or designer pieces you’d been allowed to keep. Most of them you could look at and remember the venues you’d worn them to; recall the quality of your performance and how big the crowd was. It would be pointless to take them with you, right? You couldn’t wear a custom Versace piece to the middle of nowhere.

You sighed and shut the closet door with a resounding thud, and then turned to face the monster pile of clothes you were going to try to fit into two large suitcases…

Ah shit, and you hadn’t even begun to think about shoes.

a/n: help the chapters keep getting longer even though i outline for this fic????? h o w

taglist (pm me to ask to be added): @papiibuprofen, @duhsies, @succulentmom

some ~fun facts~

- lev and alisa are models, as in canon

-the food was served in test tubes and other scientist apparatuses LMAO (kuroo got really excited because he’s a chem nerd)

- i based the restaurant off of an actual one in japan but changed some things about it... so for legal reasons™️ all similarities are a coincidence 🧍‍♂️

- i hope y/n doesn’t sound whiny but i find molecular gastronomy to be super esoteric,,, reminds me of that bar scene in parks and rec lmao

- kenma tucks his sweatpants into his socks like the wrestlers at my old high school do... this is unfortunately also canon...

- yaku couldn’t make it to the dinner event because he’s still in russia, playing volleyball there. he will be coming back to play for japan in the olympics!

- kuroo drives even though he drank a little... don’t do this

- kuroo is NOT interested in y/n romantically

- i made two kita shirts with my friends during a haikyuu watch party we had… my favorite one got a little messed up and i’m sad 😃 edit: i fucking hate it here they got put in the dryer without my consent and now they’re both ruined ❤️

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nyxicnymph · 3 years

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I walk out of my dorm and into the common area. Most of the hero class is just vibing in there already, so my entrance goes pretty unnoticed. I decide to sit with Momo and the girls while they do their homework.

It’s all going fairly smooth, they’re all happy and chatting over logarithms and square roots. A bunch of the boys walk in and settle down all over the room. I wave at Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki in specific, but it really applies to the whole group. The three I wave to wave back with varying levels of enthusiasm, and a few of the others wave at me as well.

I look at my watch and see the time. I stand up and make my way to the kitchen. I pull stuff out of the fridge and freezer, contemplating what I can make out of what we have.

“Hey, can we send someone to go grocery shopping tomorrow? We’ll need vegetables for tomorrow, among other things,” I mention, closing the fridge and turning to the stove.

A few voices acknowledge my request, so I feel pretty sure it will actually get done. I take the sausage and start thawing it out under warm water, and turn to the chives. I quickly chop those up as the water runs, then I put the chives in a warm pan with some onion bits.

I unwrap the sausage, and toss it in the pan with the vegetables. I grab some eggs and start scrambling them up in a bowl, then mix some spices in. I pull a bunch of bread slices out of the oven where they had been getting toasty, and dunk them in the egg mixture. I start laying them on a griddle, letting them cook on one side before turning back to the sausage and mixing it around before it burns.

A solid twenty minutes pass before I’m actually done, and by that time, many of my classmates have stopped by and looked, if not directly asked what I was making.

I set the French toast and the sausage mix on the table, hoping there’s enough for everyone. I call out, “Dinner’s done!”

The kids swarm the table, talking excitedly. I had already eaten a bit while I was cooking, so I let them eat their fill. I listen to the general tone of their conversations, noting that they’re really happy and cheerful. I smile at that.

“Dang, Natsumi, we didn’t know you could cook so well!” Kaminari says as he waves his toast around on a fork.

I smile at him. “Thank you. I just noticed we didn’t have anything for dinner, so I decided to remedy that. I learned a lot from my parents and my step-dad.”

Sero chimes in. “Well you did a great job! They did a good job when they taught you.”

I shuffle my feet in mild embarrassment. “I mostly just watched whenever they cooked.”

Kirishima looks over. “I’m glad they switched Mineta out for you, honestly. It was a good idea on their part.”

“That’s... reassuring, I guess.”

I get many compliments on my cooking, which confuses me, because it wasn’t a hard meal to make. I accept the compliments, however, albeit shyly.

I start collecting the pans and things I used to cook and take them to the sink so I can wash them. I look up as I grab the griddle to see Todoroki looking at me from across the room. I flush slightly, unsure as to why exactly he’s staring, but then he looks away. I force my head to clear, and take the griddle to the sink.

Kaminari and Sero walk up, both with their own plates, and start trying to chat with me. I mostly tune them out, but then the both of them back up. I don’t question this, as they seem to share a braincell for most things, and I haven’t really been responding to their conversation.

Then I feel arms wrapping around me, and I tense up.

“Uh,” I start. “Hi?”

“Mine.” Todoroki’s voice shocks me to my core.

I start blushing, even though I’m trying not to. “Ah, what do you mean by that?”

He rests his head on top of mine. “You’re mine now, if that’s okay. I get jealous when the others talk to you, Natsumi. I don’t like it when that happens, and it hurts me to not say what I’m feeling.”

My face feels like it’s on fire, and I wonder if his feels the same. I do my best to articulate a sentence, however.

“So, you... you like me?”

He picks his head up. “That sounds childish. And ambiguous. I like Yaoyorozu, but I don’t feel the same way towards her. It’s more like...” He goes silent, thinking. “I don’t want anyone to hurt you, I would do almost anything for you, and when other boys talk to you, I want to freeze them and shatter them.”

“Uh, maybe don’t do that.”

“I know, it’s not heroic. That’s why I try not to look at you, and I’ve avoided you for a while.”

I stop scrubbing the pan. “I had wondered about that.”

He lets go of me, and stands next to me, his back to the sink as he leans on the counter. “All of these... feelings had me really confused, so I tried to avoid you to see if that would help. When it didn’t, I didn’t know what to do. The only solution I could come up with is claiming you as mine? Whatever that entails.”

I flush, returning to the pan. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

He runs his hand through his hair. “No. Please help.”

I giggle. “Well, do you want to go on a date, like just one? Or do you want to date, like as in, more than one single date? Or do you just want to say I’m your...” I trip over my tongue. “Uh, maybe.... maybe you should ask Mina. She’ll be able to help more than me. I’m just a flustered mess.”

He nods, and stands up straight. Before he walks away, he stops next to me, and gently kisses my cheek. “I just want to be with you, Natsumi.”

I blush, desperately trying not to drop the scrub brush. “I might as well admit that it’s a mutual feeling.”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF—COULD YOU TWO PLEASE JUST START DATING ALREADY?!” Mina yells from across the room, causing me to completely drop the scrubbie.

I grab the brush, blushing furiously. Todoroki is also red, and mumbles, “I don’t know how.”

Kaminari walks up. “Just ask her to dinner or something.”

“I’m right here,” I say, looking at him.

He raises his hands in defense. “I’m just trying to help you two out!”

Todoroki thinks for a moment. “We can go out tomorrow, and get the shopping done while we’re out?”

I nod, too flustered to say anything else. I ferociously scrub the pan, hoping to work things out in my head while I do so.

“Let me help. You did all the cooking. It’s unfair for you to do all the washing, too.” Todoroki takes the scrub brush out of my hands and gently moves me aside.

I cross my arms. “But—”

“No. I’m doing the dishes.” There’s no changing his mind.

I watch as he washes them clean, fairly easily. However, I did make sure none of the food stuck to the pans. When he finishes, he sets them aside, and I dry them off. I put them away while he wipes the counter down.

When we’re both done, we kind of stand awkwardly for a moment, and then he extends his hand out to me, almost shyly. I take it, just as shyly. He guides me over to the couch and sits down. I hesitate before I sit down, leaving a little space between the two of us.

He pulls me closer. “Don’t make me suffer, please.”

I giggle, just a the sheer cringiness of the situation. “Uh, I’ll try not to.”

He lays his head on mine. “Good. That means a lot to me, Natsumi.”

“Evie,” I say, relaxing.

“Then you call me Shoto.”

I agree, and together we watch our classmates dork off for the remainder of the night. We only separate when we decide to go to our rooms so we can sleep.

I fall asleep with the most euphoric feeling in my heart.

-Timeskip-

I fidget nervously, playing with the end of my sleeve. He said he was going to pick me up, but I don’t know what exactly he means by that. He just said to wait outside the school gate, so here I am. Waiting.

I hear an engine and step back. Usually vehicles don’t pass through here. Interesting.

The car pulls up in front of me, and I take another step back. Then the window rolls down. I relax as I see Shoto’s face in the window.

“I thought you were a kidnapper,” I joke as I get in the passenger’s side of the car.

“I would never kidnap you. There’s no need.”

“I didn’t know you could drive, Shoto,” I say, looking around.

He smiles slightly. “I got my license a month ago. Somewhere around there. This is my dad’s car, though. He said I shouldn’t just make you walk all over town.”

I giggle slightly, which might seem out of character, but I can’t help it.

“I did suggest a rental, but he called those...” He clears his throat. “Crappy.”

I snort. “Or he didn’t want you to spend money!” I have to restrain myself from laughing anymore.

But then he turns all serious. “Oh, yes, probably.” He stops at a red light, reaches his hand into his pocket, and whips out a slim card. “Little did he know what I have planned for this evening.”

I grin. “Is that his or yours?”

“His.”

I snort again. “Naturally. Okay.” I calm myself before I continue. “I’ll be quiet now. I don’t want to talk your ear off.”

“I doubt that’s possible, Evie. Conversation works two ways, so we’d be talking each other’s ears off.” He smiled softly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

I blush at the sight, looking away and tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I get all fidgety, and with nothing to do, I end up twisting my fingers in my dress and drumming them against my thighs.

I look up as the car slows, noticing a fancy restaurant beside us. I twist my fingers together, unsure as to whether or not I would be able to be comfortable in such a place.

Shoto parks the car, and places his hand on top of mine. “You’ll be fine, Evie. I’ve seen you adapt to any situation, good, bad, or somewhere in between. This will be a small thing.”

I flush again, and hesitantly place my other hand over his. “Ok. I’ll do my best. I won’t be awkward.”

He smiles softly at me, making blush deeper. He takes his hand away, and exits the car. I clear my head and do the same.

I meet him at the walkway towards the door. He gently takes my hand and pulls me into the restaurant.

“How can we help the lovely couple this evening?” A waiter asks.

I blush more than I ever thought I could, reclaiming my hand and using both of my hands to cover my face. Shoto takes this in stride, and lays his hand on one of my shoulders instead.

“I should have a reservation, a table for two?” He says calmly.

The waiter’s eyes widen. “Oh.... The Todoroki table!” He walks off hastily.

“I think he was expecting my father,” Shoto says, watching the waiter mildly freak out at a distance.

“I would, too, if the name ‘Todoroki’ was on my evening shift,” I respond, bringing my hands down where they belong.

“You work at a noodle shop, Evie. You don’t get reservations, and it would only be me. Or Natsu,” he adds thoughtfully.

“I was being metaphorical,” I tease.

He just shakes his head at me, still holding my hand. I look down at our hands, almost admiring the sight. He pulls my hand up, and gently presses his lips to my hand.

I flush, but I let him keep my hand, even as the waiter comes back. Even as the waiter shows us to our seat. Even as we sit down across from each other.

He lets go only when we get our menus, and only then because the menus are quite large. I look over the menu, wondering if there’s something simple to eat.

He looks over at me, probably noticing my furrowed expression. “Here, try this page. This stuff will be more towards your tastes.”

I turn to the page he indicates, mumbling in excitement at the choices before me. He smiles in amusement before turning back to his own menu.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of happy conversation, nice food, and cautious glances between us. When we’re done, we stop at the nearest grocery store, picking up another week’s worth of supplies for the dorm kitchen.

We walk outside to the car. He hands me his grocery bags so he can unlock it. He pops the trunk, and reaches for a few of the bags.

“These are mine,” he says as he takes them. As he reaches for the next set, he adds, “And these are mine.”

He takes the last of the bags, closing the trunk. He then takes my hand, and says, “And this is mine.”

My face burns more than it would if he had just lit on fire, but I’m grinning like an idiot at the flirtiness of that line. I can’t say anything at the moment, but I giggle.

“That’s cute,” he tells me, then leans in. “Do it again.”

I can’t help it. I giggle again, covering my mouth with my free hand.

He pulls away, laughing quietly as well. “Too bad I was a coward and didn’t say anything earlier. I would have been able to hear you... giggle... beforehand.”

We both get in the car, and he drives me back to the UA gate. He lets me out, but he stays in the car. He rolls the window down.

“My old man told me I have to bring the car back tonight, so I’m just dropping you off right now,” he explains. “Can you come here?”

I walk up to him quizzically. “Yes?”

He pulls me towards him, and presses a gentle kiss on my lips. It’s only a second or two at the most, but somehow it feels like longer. He pulls away.

“Sorry if I caught you off guard, Evie,” he says, looking at the steering wheel. “You’ve been so cute and precious all evening. I probably should have asked before.” He sighs. “I’ve heard you talk about stuff like that.”

“Shoto,” I stop him, laying my hand on his arm. He looks up at me, and I kiss him again. I pull away. “I don’t mind if you kiss me. We both agreed to date each other, and if that entails kissing, then I’m okay with you kissing me. I’m yours, after all.”

He smiles at me, whispering, “Thank you.” The window rolls up, and the car pulls away.

I watch it go, knowing he’ll be back, but still treasuring the moment.

I walk inside, noting that it is still early in the evening, and wondering what else could possibly top what’s already happened.

-End-

#mha #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha oc #bnha fluff #fluff #no continuation

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lycanthrogt · 5 years

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Beach Boys (Stardew Valley G/T Fic)

Alright so after a year or so, I decided to try my hand at writing fics again. Obviously this isn’t gonna be spectacular and any constructive criticism will be very much appreciated. I also posted this on my Wattpad account, IAmSilentlyScreaming, and I will be posting this on ao3 when I get home from the trip i’m on rn. Warning, this has some strong language. enjoy!

I really shouldn't have eaten a plant I found deep in the mines. Now I'm 3 inches tall. God damnit. Elliott is gonna be so worried about me, I should probably start heading over to the beach. At least I'm at my farm now and not still in the caves, so it won't take too long.

As I was thinking over my plan in my head, I heard a loud purr. Crap. It's Mojave. My cat. I slowly look up to see Mojave sitting there looking down at me.

"Nice kitty" I say in a shaky voice. Mojave looks at me curiously, then she starts to crouch down and swish her tail. Okay, time to run. I start booking it for the farm entrance while escaping the clutches of the giant Mojave. Luckily for me, Mojave never leaves the farm, so I just have to get past the entrance.

I barely make it past the gate. (just pretend there's a gate for the farm in Stardew) I look back to see Mojave swipe her paws at me, give up, and start walking away. What a stupid cat. She could've easily gotten under the gate. Well, I guess if she did, I'd probably be dead, so I'm glad she's stupid. She's my stupid kitty.

"Focus Alec. It's about noon right now and you need to get to the beach." I say to myself. I start walking towards town.

~Timeskip brought to you by my depression uwu~

Goddamnit. It's dark out and I'm only at the Saloon. I might as well just wait for the Saloon door to open so I can have a warm place to stay tonight. I wait in the grass for awhile, then I hear loud thud noises. The ground starts vibrating. Is there an earthquake? I ponder for a few seconds before realizing something. They're footsteps.

I look up. If I thought cats were scary, humans are a million times more fear inducing. I stare up at the behemoth of a human for awhile before realizing something else. It's Elliott!

"Maybe someone in the Saloon will know where Alec is..." Elliott mutters to himself. Now's my chance. I yell Elliott's name as loud as possible. I guess he heard me because he stops walking to look for the source of the voice. I may be small now, but my voice has always been loud as hell.

"Hello?" Elliott asks kind of bewildered.

"Down here!" I yell, but I guess he doesn't hear me as well as the first time, but I can't give up. I'm so close to getting help. Without thinking about it, I run and jump onto the shoe of my titanic boyfriend. I start climbing up his pant leg.

Unfortunately for me, as I start climbing, Elliott starts walking again. All I can do is cling onto the fabric and hope for the best. I close my eyes so tight that you'd need a crowbar to pry my eyes open. Have I mentioned that I'm also scared of heights? I yell Elliott's name on more time.

I keep my eyes shut as I don't want to end up looking at how far up I am. Suddenly, I feel something pressing into my sides and pulling me off of the cloth. Why me? Why did I find that plant in the mines? Why did I end up being the one stupid enough to eat it? Why did I decide to walk all this way? God, I can feel myself being violently yanked up into the air. Now I'm gonna die and no one will even-

My thoughts get cut off by a soft yet loud voice. "Alec, I'm so glad I found you. What happened?" I slowly open my eyes to see a giant face staring at me. I try to squirm away, but the something pressing into my sides is still there. I glance at them to see the things are fingers. Giant fucking fingers. If only I wasn't so taken over by fear!

The fingers still pinching my sides bring me closer to the face. I start to freak out even more, trying to get away. All I can see are the giant lips coming closer and closer. I'm gonna die. This is how I'm gonna die. I shut my eyes again and brace myself to be thrown into a giant mouth and eaten, but it never happens. Instead, I feel something warm, soft on my chest and face. Is the giant kissing me? Then it dawns on me, the giant is Elliott. How did I not notice when he picked me up?

"Elliott?" I say meekly. He moves me away from his face and smiles down at me.

"Hey. Do you want to go back to my cabin? Then you can tell me the whole story." He responds softly with a slight smile.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"I'm gonna put you in my pocket, okay?" Elliott asks. I nod and he gently sets me down in his pocket. I think the Adrenaline was distracting me from how exhausted I was. I tried to stay awake, but the temptation of sleep was just so strong and I doze off.

~Another timeskip owo~

I wake up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I feel something warm holding me down on a plush surface. It's Elliott's hand.

"Ah shit I'm still small." I hear a loud groan come from behind me. I turn my head to see Elliott's massive face starting to wake up. His hand moves off of me and I try to stand up, but the pillow I'm on keeps on making that hard, so I just sit down.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. How'd you sleep?" I ask Elliott as he slowly opens his eyes. He groans in reply. Elliott is not a morning person. I crawl over to his giant face and gently kiss his nose. I feel a hand wrap around me and bring me down to Elliott's lips.

"5 more minutes..." Elliott groans then gives me a little, well big, smooch.

"Ok dum-dum" I sarcastically reply. Elliott brings me down to his chest and sets me down. We both nod off back to sleep.

#gt #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #macro/micro #macro #micro #g/t stardew #stardew valley #elliott #stardew valley elliott #g/t fiction #g/t fluff

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a-forgotten-spirit · 6 years

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Whole New World

This is an Aladdin themes fanfic for Shallura written for @princeasimdiya12.

It is more Voltron themed then Aladdin but I tried to make it as same as best I could. Changing a few scenes to match and make it not a book and a half to read. I hope everyone enjoys.

Warnings: None

Allura P.O.V

Home. This is what this is, the home in which I was locked away my father watched my movements from eating my dinner to breathing. Scared of the world outside, why? My people were happy or well it seemed they were. Walking down the halls my royal gown clung to my body the white wisps of my hair flowed in a river like motion behind me. I wanted to go out and meet new people. Why was that so bad?

Making my way to the gardens I smiled seeing the flowers in bloom and walked through the paths coming to the middle a beautiful pond-like structure was built holding small fish, fallen leaves and flowers. I sit down only to hear the voice of my father “What was that about Allura” he questioned. He didn’t seem angry but give it a few minutes I'm sure he’d reach it.

“I don’t know what you mean” I spoke in an innocent voice looking over the hedges of flowers and nature seeming to claim the gardens as its own. I always loved the gardens. A calm before the storm.

“Lotor is a perfect man” he started and I already felt my eyes rolling out of instinct, how many times had I had this conversation? I turned to him seeing his form taller than I. Hands on his hips and raised eyebrows.

“I was just playing” I spoke tilting my head to one side and shrugging a shoulder for emphasis, although he seemed mad he never truly was he loved me more then he cared to admit. “I was just playing with the overdressed, self-absorbed Prince wasn’t I,” I said in a higher tone than my usual octave and saw the disappointed look on his face and I covered my words with a cough.

“Dearest you’ve got to stop rejecting every Prince that comes,” he asked and it seemed polite but I saw the desperation in his eyes that made me turn in my heel and walk to a nearby bush. He followed after me as he began to speak once more “The law states that you must be married by your next birthday” I helped him finish the sentence with a sigh as I picked as a bush near the pond structure.

“The law is wrong” I had been pushing that idea since I knew of this dumb rule. It was stupid why did I have to marry by a certain age, my marry if I have no feeling towards my so-called lover?

“You’ve only got three more Quintants,” he said calmly and I played with the petals of a flower before they fall from my wood coloured fingers to the ground below.

“Father I hate being forced into this” I try to reason turning to him and I see the look of confusion mixed with anger sketched upon his face. How could he not understand I simply wanted to be happy?

As the conversation continued my father brought up the fact he wouldn’t be here forever and wanted me to be ‘Taken care of” as he looked to me with a loving expression and a soft voice. I understood that truly I did, I was fearful of the day I would have to part with him and he wanted me to be safe any father thought the same but this is the rest of my life. I wanted to make the right choice.

“Please try to understand I haven’t done anything myself. I don’t have any friends” walking over to the pond as my voice came out seeming to be without a filter but it wasn’t a rude tone which I was thankful for. “I haven’t even left the castle” I tried to reason.

“Allura you are a princess” at his words I felt the anger swirl inside me, he was inches away from me but I wanted to scream and cry. His voice was genuine but his words hurt more than any sword could.

“Well maybe I don’t want to be a princess” I slapped my hand over the calm water of the pond and watched at ripples claim the space in a matter of seconds. Instantly I inwardly apologised to the fish that I had most likely frightened.

My father made a sound of annoyance and trudged off back through the paths and into the castle. My hands came to grip my seat in anger as a scowl grew over my face. I was unhappy with him, I wasn’t going to throw a fit but I wanted by the sun I wanted too.

~Timeskip~

Wrapping myself in a more appropriate attire I made my way to the gardens, it was early morning but I needed to do this. My mind had been made up long before this point and this was my final conclusion. I needed to do this, I needed to know what the outside was like.

As I made my way through the gardens I landed in a more closed off area and went climbing a tree that had overgrown to the other side and smile to myself. Taking the first step up the tree I heard a voice “Allura what are you doing” turning I see the orange-haired man I loved like a second father.

“Coran” I moved to be in front of him and saw the worry on his face, knowing I wouldn't be able to lie to him I sighed loudly and began to speak “I cannot stay here. I am to be married to a man I do not love and probably haven’t met for a dumb old law. I want to be free to see what I have not been allowed too” I explained as best I could, his eyes went from worry to understanding and he nodded.

“Be safe Allura” he smiled and brought me in for a hug, he was always gentle and loving, it was refreshing to have someone like that in my life. My father loved me dearly and wanted what was ‘best’ that it be done by the law.

Nodding my thanks and hugging him back I turn to begin my climb again his help greatly appreciated as he hoisted me to the high branched. Climbing over the tree and onto the top of the wall, I turn to him and smile. “I'll miss you Coran” Putting my feet over so the only thing visible was my head and hands “Goodbye” and I let myself drop from the wall onto the awaiting ground.

Making my way to the nearest village it was early morning the sun was shining and I held my hood closely to my face. Seeing the many people out and about farming and looking after their land and happiness. I couldn’t help but smile, these were my people. Yet I had never spent any time with them, people said hello to me in a happy manner and the smiles went to their eyes which were beautiful from the usual smirks I am used too.

Walking on I saw children running and playing in the street. The marks of my people in their cheeks seemed to glow in the sun and the smile never faltered from my face. How could it? Accidentally bumping into someone I apologise and they just waved it off with a smile. No one in the castle does that, no one.

Continuing on my path I see a child trip and fall into a wagon making the fruit fall out onto the ground the man was old and looked tired began to scold the child walking over I see a man in a black and white suit walk over. He was bulky and had a metal arm, his hair was the same colours as his outfit and I moved closer to see what was happening.

“It’s ok Sir. It was an accent, children you know” he smiled and the man’s face turned to the child and immediately changed into one of fondness. This man's head turned too and he looked to the child “Come on help me pick this up for him” he smiled and bent down on his knees and lifted each piece of fruit gently placing it on the wagon once more.

“Thank you boys, this old back on mine doesn't work like it used too” we all laughed at his voice filled with humour and age. I walked over and did as the other did, picking up the fruits in help. I didn’t look at the man but his eyes met my form a few times. Once finished we were thanked us and I began to walk away with a hop in my step.

“Hey” I heard after me and turned to see the man with black and white hair. “Who are you, I haven’t seen you around here before” he smiled and I had to admit it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever laid my eyes on.

“Oh um” I stuttered trying to think of an accuse “I live in the town two over just coming here for a day trip” replying confidently, I guess my dads nagging at to be a respectable princess paid off. I was good at making things up on the spot.

Nodding his deep voice spoke once more “Oh makes sense” I noticed he didn’t have the altean marks and he seemed to notice my vision staying just beneath his eyes and laughed a little “I'm apart of Voltron” he added and it all made sense now.

“Gotcha made more sense then what was coming to my mind” I smiled. We continued to talk after that, he showed me around that village and took me to a beautiful hill that overlooked a farm, they were growing the most beautiful plants and all I could see was colour. Maybe that’s why I loved the gardens so much there was colour. I found out the man's name was Shiro which fit him perfectly. I wanted to ask if it was short for something but I thought that might be a bit to personal.

“It was very nice what you did for that boy earlier” I spoke and turned my head to him my body leaning back on the fresh grass of the hill. His eyes didn’t leave the valley below but a smile did begin to grow on his face.

“It’s no issue, he was just a kid the old man wouldn't have been able to pick it up on his own. Im apart of Voltron it’s my job to help no matter if a piece of fruit of a planet. I need to help” his words were confident and he reminded me of a leader but being apart of Voltron seemed leader-ing enough. From what I had heard the Black Lion was the leader and he showed the colours but again I didn’t pry.

We stayed talking about everything for hours until I saw some guards coming towards us. “They’re here for me” I whispered and quickly sprung to my feet. Shiro was confused then looked to the guards who were on a mission and a half. Grabbing my hand he began to run.

“Do you trust me” he yelled and I was confused as his hand gripped mine. I could hear the running of the guards and voice getting closer.

“Yes” I said slowly as I weighed why he would ask, I watched a smirk carve its way onto his face and his suit seemed to burst to life as he rose from the ground. Pulling me to his chest his laugh rumbles as we flew through the air at a faster pace as I couldn’t contain my smile and laughter.

We landed and in all the rush of excitement we didn’t notice more guards coming to our location. Pushing me to the ground and pulling Shiro away. “Shiro leader of Voltron you are here arrested for running away after the guards had told you to stay” he tried to reason and I saw nothing was getting anywhere so I got up.

“Stop it” I yelled while I stood my ground small specs of dirt still clung to my robe that covered my identity. My face couldn’t clearly be seen which I was grateful for.

“Oh look at that” one said as the insults continued. These were my guards and they acted like children. It was disgusting to watch. I heard the laughter and Shiro’s pleas but nothing made them let him go.

“Not even for you princess” I spoke and tore my hood off the realization flashed in their eyes they slowly let him go. I watched them with narrowed eyes and they sighed heavily.

“Why are you out of the castle princess. Your father is looking for you” one spoke loudly and clearly. He looked me over and I rolled my eyes watching him. “We need to get you back to the castle” he stated and the others nodded surrounding me.

As I was pulled away and taken I looked to Shiro's mouth a silent ‘Sorry’ and followed men to the castle. It wasn’t a long walk but I was sad by the end, remembering the day I had had. Full of fun and happiness ruined just like everything else. I walked my head low and shoulders sagged in defeat. My mood had completely dropped until I saw the look on my father’s face of anger.

Looking to him the guards parted a path for me and were thanked for bringing me home. I walked forward and the anger flowed through me like Quintessence, by the time I reached him I was on a full-blown high and strode passed him in anger walking directly to my room.

~Time skip~

I stand at my balcony overlooking the garden, I had locked my door long ago and refused to leave my room having been emotionally done with this whole place. That’s until I heard a voice “Princess huh” turning I saw Shiro in all his glory.

“Yes” was all I could muster it was quiet and low as the word fell from my lip.

“Everything you were saying about marriage and being forced into it was this” he questioned worry and sadness clear in his tone. Nodding my answer he to did the same “I'm sorry you have to go through with that”

“Well everyone treats me as though I am a price to be won,” I say walking over to my glass doors that lead to my room. He walked to the edge of the balcony and looked over to see the gardens below.

“I didn’t mean it like that” scratching the back of his head I stepped forward a few spaces. I watched as he stood on the balcony and turned his head only a millimetre “I'm sorry, I’ll just leave now” and I watched as he stepped off the balcony.

Practically running forward I yell “No” I come closer. I felt the fear come through me all at once seeing his head disappear over the balcony.

“What” he popped up and relief mixed in with a lot of confusion started to course through my body. How in the Quiznak? Tilting my head in confusion I see that smile form once more.

“Suit remember. I helped you away from the guards” his voice was light-hearted as the memory came back to me. Nodding in understanding. I look to him as he lands on the ground in front of me. I looked over the suit that clung to him as though it was a living person and he was saving their life. “We could go for a ride in my Lion, get away from the palace,” he asked sheepishly.

“Is it safe?” I asked and saw his eyes glisten at the possibility of me say yes to leaving with him. I looked over his suit once more and then saw the black Lion floating over to us and I stared in aw.

“Of course” was his response before his hand was held out and he spoke “Do you trust me” he used that line earlier when doing almost the same thing and I had to laugh at his choice of wording and nod.

“Yes,” I answered in the same slow and uneased tone I used only hours beforehand. Grasping my fingers with his I was taken into the air and into the Lion's mouth. Shiro sat down and began to fly from the castle.

As we began to fly around I smiled wider than I ever have. The view of the villages below mixed with the beautiful stars on the stars. Where this Lion could go was infinite and I was excited for Shiro to show me a “Whole New World”

#voltron #allura #shiro #daddyshiro #alluraxshiro #shallura #vld #vld allura #vld shiro #vldfanfic #shiroxallura

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cookieundertherock · 6 years

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BoulderCat childhood friends au; I'll Always Come Back

Ok so I got some feedback about some of you guys wanting to read my fics, so here you go, start with a little BoulderCat

Warnings: none. This is literally just fluff

The little boy had heard crying he was sure of it! Poking his head through the bush he saw the source of the noise, a small girl curled up into a ball crying. Her tiny body shook each time she took a breath as if it didn’t get enough air, even though it shouldn’t require that much considering the size of it. Eijirou shouldn’t have felt compelled to do anything, he didn’t know this girl what did it matter to him if she was crying here all alone? But being the pure hearted little boy he was, he approached the girl. Ever so carefully he extended his little hand. “Hey don’t cry!” he said big red eyes shining with compassion. “I’m sure everything will be okay, do you want to talk about it?”

The girl looked up at Eijirou with a tearstained face and a pair of dazzling jade green eyes. The little ravenette felt his face heat up. “Y-you have really pretty eyes!” he stammered. The tan haired girl’s face became slightly pink and a pair of tiny cat like ears fell back. “T-thank you. Y-you have really pretty eyes too.” she said softly glancing away. Eijirou blushed a little harder and retracted his hand. “T-thanks. Um, why are you here all alone a-and why are you crying?” he asked softly sitting down beside the girl. Her face flushed a darker shade of pink but she answered. “I ran away because my mommy and daddy love my little brother more than me.”

The little ravenette wasn’t exactly sure why he hugged the girl, he just felt the need to. As soon as his arms wrapped around her tiny form, he felt her stiffen. “I’m really sorry.” he said earnestly. The little girl didn’t answer but she snuggled closer almost sitting in the boy’s lap and returned the hug. “H-hey!” Eijirou said suddenly standing up. “I have an idea that might make you feel better! You wanna go see?” The tan haired girl looked up at him with uncertain eyes, but curiosity lurked just underneath. Slowly she nodded and took the little boy’s outstretched hand. He grinned showing off his pearly whites.

The girl gasped. “Y-you have teeth like me! See?” she said opening up her mouth. Eijirou curiously peered into her mouth and the girl spoke the truth. Just like him she had some sharp looking chompers. The little boy laughed. “You do! That means we can be tooth buddies!” The girl giggled wiping her small face off. “Yeah we can!” She suddenly stopped and looked directly at the boy. “I don’t know your name.” she said taking a step closer a small tail swishing behind her. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou!” the boy grinned extending his small hand. “I’m Muteki Neko.” she answered a small smile on her face as she accepted the outstretched hand. “Come on Neko! Let’s go find adventure!” The boy laughed taking off still holding onto the the girl’s hand.

The pair ran a short way until Eijirou stopped and pointed down a small slope. Neko gasped and her tiny hands came to cover her mouth. “There’s so many flowers!” she said eyes sparkling. The ravenette grinned proudly. “I knew this would cheer you up! Let’s go see how many colors there are!” The two took off running down the slope hand in hand laughing and screaming. As soon as they reached the bottom Neko launched herself off the ground and landed face first in a patch of bright red flowers. She giggled as she sat up. “Come on Eiji I found some red ones!” The boy laughed and jumped into the patch joining her. “Woah!” he said suddenly looking down. “What?” the girl asked looking down as well. There in the middle of the patch of bright red flowers was a perfect little pink one. Ever so carefully Eijirou took the little flower in his hands and leaned over. Delicately he placed to flower behind one of Neko’s ears. “There!” he said proudly. “Now you look twice as pretty!” The girl blushed but also picked up a flower. Sticking out her tongue in concentration she gently placed the little red flower behind the boy’s ear. “Now you look pretty too!” she giggled.

Timeskip(4 years later)

“I don’t want you to go!” Eijirou shouted taking the girl’s hands. “I don’t want you to move to America! I want you to stay here with me! How are we supposed to become heros together if we aren’t together?” Neko glanced away her now blind eyes brimming with tears. “I-I don’t want to go either Eiji, but my mom has family over there as well as a job offer.” The boy shook his head tears already falling down his face. “W-why can’t you stay here? You could stay with me, that way we could become heros together!” The tan haired girl didn’t answer instead opting to hug the boy. “I-I’m sorry Ei, but it’s already decided we’re leaving on Monday.”

Timeskip(present day)

Eijirou shook his head. Why was he thinking about this now? Oh yeah, because he was enrolled in the dream hero school, UA High, without his best friend. He hadn’t seen Neko in six years, not since the day she left for America. He felt his heart clench again, god he missed her. And now he had volunteered to lead some new student around campus, a girl no less. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hoped that the transfer would be Neko, but that chance was almost none in a million.

“Morning class.” the monotone voice of Mr. Aizawa broke through the redhead’s thoughts. “Morning Mr. Aizawa.” the class choroused back. “As you all know we have a new transfer student from America coming,” the man said dully, “well she arrived last night and is here ready to start. Muteki come in and introduce yourself.” Eijirou hadn’t been paying that much until Mr. Aizawa said the name Muteki. His heart skipped a beat could it really be her? Could it really be Neko, his Neko? The girl in question stepped into the room and slightly clumsily made her way over to the teacher. She gave a small embarrassed smile and a little wave. “Sorry about that, I haven’t really been able to memorize the ground plan yet so expect me to be a bit clumsy.”

This had to be her. Her cat like ears were up and alert with attention and curiosity, her tail slowly swished behind her. Her eyes were milky white and stared usessly at the back wall. But there behind her right ear, was the key element to her identity, a small dried pink flower stuck to a clip. The small pink flower that Eijirou had given her all those years ago. “Neko.” he whispered voice wavering. The girl’s head snapped in his direction ears at attention. “How do you know my name?” she asked cocking her head. The redhead felt himself choke up. “N-Neko it’s me Eijirou.”

The girl’s face morphed into one of shock and joy. “Eiji?” she whispered taking a step forward. The male grinned dashing forward and engulfing the girl in a hug. “Eiji!” she laughed burying her face into his chest. “I thought I would never see you again.” Eijirou sobbed clinging to the jaguar girl. The girl looked up and smiled softly. Gently she cupped the boy’s face. “I’ll always come back to you Kirishima Eijirou, always.”

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fℓαку αи∂ fℓυffу! ℓєανє єνєяутнιиg тσ ѕυ! (Ch. 3)

Haruto was walking the halls, deep in thought. He was still internally struggling over if he should join the Guardians or not. On one side, people will be paying more attention to him and what he does. The other side, he’ll get the experience he needs to be a voice actor one day and deal with people who might recognize him. Reo wasn’t much help, he only restated the things Haruto already knew.

“Hey, Kanade-san!” His attention was brought to small group of four boys in his class.

“Uh, yes?”

“You rejected joining the Guardians?!”

‘Eh?’ He was shocked. That only happened yesterday after school, how could they have known this quickly?! Who could of told except Hinamori or one of the Guardians themselves?!

“I don’t understand why, but I think your cool for doing it!”

“Yeah, you could have gotten the chance to get close to Nadeshiko or Yaya!” “You’re giving us chances to be with them! Thanks man!”

Somehow they have turned his selfish reason of not wanting to be noticed at school, into a completely selfless reason. How did they come to that conclusion?

“Y-You’re...welcome?” It came out more of a question then a statement. He honestly didn’t mean to make it that way, but he probably shouldn’t tell them that.

“W-What would you have done, I-If I had joined?” That took so much nerve from him, it kind of hurt. Reo was sniffling in the background. Haruto continuing a conversation with someone other then Hinamori? With multiple people no less?

“I wouldn’t blame you, it’s the Guardians’ after all.”

“Nothing wrong with being selfish, you would get so many privileges.”

“And everlasting popularity!”

He wasn’t expecting that. He honestly thought they would of been upset if he had, but they seemed like they would of been genuinely happy for him.

“Uh, that’s very kind of you guys."

*BING BONG BANG BONG* *Also Timeskip*

It was the end of the day, and Haruto was walking out of school with Hinamori. He looked at Hinamori who was gazing longingly at a group of three girls. They had plans to go to a cute shop, but didn’t want to invite her because it didn’t fit her style.

“Are you alright Hinamori-chan?” Haruto asked leaning his torso a little closer to catch her attention.

“Yes.” She had a strained look on her face. Obviously she wasn’t alright.

‘Maybe I could chara change…’

“Amu-chan!” Haruto flinched as Fujisaki popped out of seemingly nowhere. Though Hinamori actually let out a shriek before falling to the floor.

“Ah, so cute. You really are a scaredy cat aren’t you?” Fujisaki asked innocently, standing over Hinamori’s shaken form.

“Fujisaki-san, please don’t do that...It’s bad for my heart.” Haruto complained, holding his chest and letting out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, both of your reactions are just too cute.” She giggled.

“W-What do you want?” HInamori asked, still shaking on the ground.

“I thought we could hang out and become best friends!” She exclaimed bluntly. This caught Haruto’s attention. A friend? A best friend!? The only friend he really has is Hinamori, so this could be a good opportunity.

“N-No matter what you say, this is just a plot to get us to join the Guardians, isn’t it?” Hinamori looked frazzled. She was shaking her hands at Fujisaki, her eyes actually spinning.

“Oh, you knew?”

It was as if a stone had fallen from the sky and hit him on the head. She didn’t actually want to be friends? He let out a sad sigh, he should of known.

“I was hoping I didn’t.” Hinamori shuffled a bit from her spot on the ground.

“Nadeshiko, I suppose we’ll have to…” Temari had mumbled to her partner.

“Right, then. Secret Amu-chan Weapon: A picture of Hotori-kun dozing off. And for Haruto-kun, a picture of Souma-kun after a soccer game.” She pulled out two pictures from her pocket. One was of the prince resting his head on the back of his hand. His eyes were shut and face was relaxed. It was really cute, it kind of made Haruto blush. But the second picture made him blush harder, not only was it a good picture, but she assumed he liked Souma! The second picture was of Souma smiling at the field after his soccer game, his face was covered in sweat, and he was wiping it off with a towel.

Hinamori let out a surprised gasp, it seemed Fujisaki had successfully chipped at Hinamori’s defense.

“Hold on! Why are you showing me that?” HInamori had gotten in Fujisaki’s face and yelled.

“Y-Yeah, I don’t like Souma-san! Why is that your secret weapon!?” Haruto’s face up to his ears were beet red. Having a crush on Souma!? He’s never even thought of it. Ok maybe a little, but it was only for a little bit. And he was over it now!

“Oh? Amu-chan, you do like Hotori-kun, don’t you? I have a lot of others. Some were taken during his private time, others are from his personal profile. And Haruto-kun, weren’t those looks you you two were sending each other at the ceremony the looks of love? Don’t worry, I have more of Souma-kun as well. Or if you’d like Hotori’s, I can always make copies.” Haruto turned even redder, if possible.

‘She saw those!? They weren’t looks of love! They were looks of fear and anxiety! Even if I liked them, having their pictures is creepy.’ He had almost yelled it out, but was barely able not to. She was way too blunt about this topic!

“And if you join the Guardians, you’ll get them all.”

“...Should I?” Hinamori’s resolve was weakened, subconsciously reaching for the picture of Hotori.

Haruto grasped her hands and pulled her away, “No Hinamori-chan! Don’t give in!”

“Have some dignity!” Miki yelled with him.

“They’re right! Don’t think i’m so low i’d get suckered by a bribe!” Escaping her trance, Hinamori jumped back and gave a determined face towards the Queens Chair.

“Yeah, we’re not that low!” Ran added.

Miki floated next to the two of them, and gave a sarcastic remark, “Even though she was about to give in.”

“I could never accept such pictures! I mean, i’m not even friends with Souma-san OR Hotori-san.” Haruto gave his own comment, before realising something.

“So if you guys were friends, you would of accepted them?”

“N-N-No!”

Fujisaki and her chara giggled, “You’re nice people.” She had stepped forward with a close eyed grin, “I guess I should stop playing tricks and just wish you both the best in love.”

“Listen, why do you keep talking about him? And we’re not in love!” Haruto nodded vigorously behind her.

“The Guardians will be going to his house tomorrow. Why don’t you guys come with us?”

“B-But...I can't impose like that all of a sudden.” Hinamori had retreated into her shell, a hard look on her face and her arms crossed.

“Um, I don’t think I can. My sister wants to do something with me.”

“Maybe you can come after then, Haruto-kun? This is a rare opportunity you two. It will be the perfect chance for you to get ahead of your rivals.”

“Y-You have a point. That might work out.” Hinamori gave in.

“I don’t have anyone to compete for, but it could be fun. I-I’ll try and talk to my sister about it.”

“Their getting lured in. Their getting lured in.” Reo, Ran, and Miki harmonized.

“If you bring something you’ve made yourself, I’m sure it’ll score a lot of points.” Fujisaki raised her finger to add on to her point.

“Something I’ve made?” Hinamori asked. “I could never. I’m terrible at Home Ec stuff. Really bad.” Hinamori came up with an excuse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. What about you Haruto-kun?”

“I-I know some things I could make. But I think I’ll just help you guys.” Haruto’s mom was the queen of the kitchen, so he knows a thing or two.

“Great! So it’s settled. Meet me back here in thirty minutes.” Fujisaki ran out the gates, assumingly towards her home.

“W-Wait.” Hinamori quietly called out, looking at Fujisaki’s retreating form in shock.

“Well I guess i’ll see you then.” Haruto said quietly, walking out as well.

*Skip to home*

“My baby brother is hanging out with friends!?”

Haruto flinched at the volume of his sisters voice. Though he understands why. He’s never really hung out with anyone before.

“You have to let me dress you for the occasion!”

Before letting him respond, she dragged upstairs, and into her room. She proceeded through clothes around the room, mumbling things like; “No” “Maybe” “This?” before she let out a loud “Aha!” Etsuko chucked an outfit towards him, which he barely caught.

He walked into the bathroom and tried on the outfit she chose. Fully dressed, he looks into the mirror. He was wearing a white undershirt, with a black, deep v-neck over it. He had a brown belt that was crooked, over some magenta pants and black boots. He also had a light blue jacket with white polka dots on it.

Haruto walked out to show his sister, who squealed in response.

“You look so cute! Now get going, you can’t be late! I didn’t dress you for nothing!” She pushed him lightly to the stairs. He let out a sigh and followed her orders.

Walking to the front door, “I’m going out!”

He heard his mom reply, “Be safe!” As he shut the door.

*BACK TO SCHOOOOL*

Haruto stood next to a tense Hinamori, both staring at a smiling Fujisaki, who was adorned in a purple kimono with a lavenderish apron on top.

“Are you sure we can just come in here?” Hinamori asked.

“I don’t think they would appreciate us dirtying their stuff.” Haruto added.

Fujisaki just shrugged it off with a smile, “Oh, it’s fine. I am a Guardian, after all.”

“Speaking all high and mighty…” Hinamori mumbled to Haruto.

“What an abuse of power…” He replied.

Soon they stood in front of some cooking supplies laid out on a counter..

“Let’s get started.” Fujisaki turns to them with a close eyed smile, “We’ll be making a fruit tart, okay?”

“Why? You’re kind of making all the decisions here.”

“I’m assuming Hotori-san likes them?” Haruto guessed.

“Bingo. Hotori-kun loves fruit tarts.”

“The prince? In that case..” Hinamori looked down with blush, fidgeting with her hands.

“Oh, and it’s better if you don’t call him Prince.” Fujisaki leaned in real quick, before backing up again.

‘Don’t say Prince...A trigger word maybe? I mean, probably. I have one too after all.’ Haruto thought to himself. He himself had one, a word that would immediately set off a chara change. It was the word “Cool.” Don’t ask.

“First, let’s beat the butter.” Fujisaki ordered.

Fujisaki and Haruto watched over Hinamori’s shoulder, instructing and complimenting her on her stirring.

“Yeah, that looks good.” Fujisaki said.

“Relax a little more.” Haruto hinted.

They started cracking eggs, Haruto watching in amusement as Hinamori and Ran looked at it in confusion as she cracked it. Then they weighed the flour, rolled the dough out, and finally put it in the oven. The three sat down in front of it, staring in joy at their creation.

*DING ALSO TIMESKIP*

“It’s done!” Hinamori yelled in glee. She held the hot pan with the tart on it in her hands, with the oven mits of course.

“It baked well.” Fujisaki complimented, smiling a close eyed smile.

“Yeah, it’s gonna taste great.” Haruto added.

“Now, all that’s left is to make the cream filling.”

“Hinamori, you go ahead and get started on the rest. Kanade, if you would come with me?”

“Of course.” He walked alongside her as they walked out.

“Where are you going?” Hinamori asked curiously.

“We’re getting the fruit for the garnish.” She said with a wink.

Haruto noticed something. ‘Fujisaki winks a lot, doesn’t she.’

Haruto closed the door behind them as they walked towards wherever to get the fruits. Now that he was alone with her, he didn’t really know what to say.

“You’re dressed quite stylishly for such a simple occasion.” Fujisaki commented.

“I could say the same.” He shot back, causing her to giggle.

“My sister wants to be a fashion designer, so she uses me as model for her ideas.”

“That must be fun. I can tell she’s talented, so you must get to wear really nice clothes.”

“I tend to not wear a lot of what she makes, since their really bold for someone like me. This is actually why I might not be able to make it tomorrow, she wants to make something new. If I do make it, I’ll have to get there in the clothes she made.” Haruto was really impressed with himself. He was having a full out, casual conversation with someone! Maybe he was the type of person who warmed up to others easily? It happened with Hinamori too…

“I hope you can come, it’ll be more fun with you there. Plus, I’d like to see you dressed up. I bet you'd look cute.” Fujisaki did her signature giggle, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her kimono.

That one comment turned Haruto completely red. He’s used to getting compliments, he actually gets them a lot. But never face to face. Whatever confidence he had with her, just shattered entirely.

“Ah. we’re here. It’ll be just a moment.” She opened a door and walked in, coming out a few seconds later. She was carrying a simple platter of fruits. “Let's get going, I think Amu-chan would appreciate our being there.”

With a nod he followed her.

“Oh, by the way Kanade-kun. Feel free to call me Nadeshiko.” She looked at him with a warm smile.”

A small blush rose to his cheeks, “T-Then feel free to call me Haruto.” She gave a close eyed smile and faced forwards again. They began to walk in a peaceful quiet, before a loud bang snapped them out of it.

They ran forward, and slid open the door. “Amu-chan, are you okay?/Hinamori-chan, is everything alright?”

In front of them, the cat boy from last time had her pinned to the floor, staring creepily into her eyes. Hinamori jumped up, and squabbled over to them, letting out a “Yeah.” She held her face in her hands, which was painted in a pink hue.

“Temari, character change!”

“Right away!” Temari held a long strand that had three pink flowers attached to it. With a “Chin, Ton, Shan!” Flowers appeared in Fujisa-Nadeshiko’s hair.

Haruto let out a shriek and jumped back as she let out a loud war cry, now wielding a spear.

“What!? Nadeshiko-san changes into that kind of character?!” Hinamori basically yelled his thoughts.

Nadeshiko began to slash furiously at Tsukiyomi-san, letting out shouts as she did it. He dodged each attempt. In such a dodge, he landed on the counter and bounced off it, knocking the tray down.

“Amu-chan, let’s character change, too!” Ran yelled in a panic.

“What should we do? What should we do?” Miki yelled, also in a panic.

As Haruto was about to yell to Reo, something caught his attention. A green egg rolled across the floor and floated upwards.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic.” It said reassuringly. With a pop, a small girl in a green maid dress and a pastel green apron came out. She had green slippers, with ribbons that reached her knees. She had a pastel green hat, and on it was a large green club.

She twirled, and with two blinks and a wink she said, “Leave this to Su!”

She floated up to them.

“Su?” Hinamori questioned.

“Let’s go, Amu-chan. Let’s end this, quick and fluffy!” She exclaimed.

“Chip!” Hinamori’s clip turned into a club.

“Syrup!” A large bowl filled with, presumably, some sort of cream or mixing.

“Whip!” The bowl tipped over, letting the insides spill outwards. This caught Tsukiyomi’s and Nadeshiko’s attention, who both jumped out of harm's way. The cream broke down the doors and flooded the halls, dragging a screaming Hinamori and Haruto, along with their charas, along with.

“I-I’m safe.” Hinamori said, covered in the whip cream.

“I feel bad for the janitor…” Haruto commented, getting up from his back and rubbing his head.

“That was really close.” The newly introduced Su said.

They looked up at the older boy hovering over them, “So the third one’s not the Embryo either.”

Hinamori looked at him in confusion, “The Embryo again? What is it?”

Their attention was drawn away from a distressed call from Ran.

“The tart…” Ran was hovering over a completely shattered tart. Reo was next to her, looking at it with a sad look.

“This is terrible.” Nadeshiko said, picking a piece up off the floor. Haruto picked the pan off the floor and put it on the counter, too shocked to say anything.

“We just finished making it, too.” Miki said.

Hinamori crouched down next to them, and with a wavering voice said, “It’s fine. I’m not the type who makes desserts in the first place. This is better than the shame i’d feel over giving him something that sucked. So really, nothing’s wrong.” Tears started to fall from her eyes, hitting the floor.

“Amu-chan, let’s remake it.” Nadeshiko suggested.

“No, it’s okay. We don’t have enough ingredients to make more.” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Amu-chan, it’s all right.” Su caught their attention, “With only this much dough left, we might not be able to make a tart, but we can make something else.”

“Maybe cookies?” Haruto suggested, as Nadeshiko gave a smile towards her chara.

“That’s perfect! Character change!” Hinamori’s clip turned to a club. Like magic, she was off. Tools and ingredients flew as she worked like a professional. In a matter of time, the cookies were done and out of the oven.

“The cookies are done!” Su let out a cheer.

“We might not have made a tart…” Miki started.

“But we made cookies!” Ran finished.

“Thank goodness.” Haruto said.

“Amu-chan, you’re great.” Nadeshiko complimented with a close eyed smile. Su floated downwards in front of the cookies, “Just leave it to me!” Before she stood on the plate holding them. They all stared in shock as the cookies flew through the air. Luckily, Hinamori held out her apron and caught them all before they could hit the floor.

*Slepy tiem*

It was the next day and Haruto was standing in his sisters room. She had him dressed in a black turtleneck, tucked into waist high black pants. For the finishing touch he has some ankle boots. Luckily, this was tamer than usual.(The left)

“Alright, you’re free. Thanks bud!” Haruto sped walked out of her room and down the stairs. Luckily Hinamori had the cookies so he didn’t have to worry about bringing anything. Reo followed him out the door as he yelled a quick, “I’m leaving!”

“Haruto, we should character change!” Reo suggested, bumping his fists in excitement.

“Alright, just so we’re not any later.” A black choker appeared on his neck, with a crescent moon trinket attached. Two purple, diamond shaped ribbons appeared on his head. He started sprinting full speed towards his destination. He would jump from buildings, but that would attract too much attention.

As he got closer to his destination, he saw three figures ahead. Nadeshiko, Souma, and Yuiki were there talking to each. The ribbons and choker disappeared as Haruto panted, holding his knees to keep himself up.

“Ah, Haruto-kun.” Nadeshiko was the first to notice his exhausted presence. He looked up at them with a dry smile, still catching his breath.

“Hiya Haruto-kun!”

“Sup.” Yuiki and Souma greeted him.

“Ooh, Haruto-kun you look so stylish!” Yuiki had started fawning over how he looked in his clothes.

“R-Really? Thanks Yuiki-san…” He blushed at the attention she was giving him.

“Eh!?” She let out a loud whine, pouting at Haruto, “Just call me Yaya! Ya-ya!”

“Oh, um, alright.” And like that Yaya had a large smile painted on her face.

“Yeah, we’re all friends here. You can call me Kukai.” Kukai gave a big smile and a thumbs up.

“Shall we be on our way?” Nadeshiko suggested, walking off. The three of them followed after her, assumedly towards Hotori’s house. Haruto walked behind them with a small smile on his face. ‘So this is what it’s like to have friends’

As they got closer to a fairly large house, they heard something. It sounded like Hotori. “...A Prince!” He had yelled, thought he couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence. The three Guardians gave each other a look and ran. Haruto followed and was greeted with the sigh of a cackling Hotori and a shell shocked Hinamori.

“We haven’t seen the King in a while.” Kukai put his hands on his hips and looked at the scene with a grin.

“What’s going on!?” Hinamori ran up to them in a frenzy.

“I told you not to call him a prince.” Nadeshiko teased.

“When did you say that?!”

“When he gets like this, no one can touch him! Yay!” Yaya was over the moon at this scenario.

“So this is Hotori-san’s character change, huh?” Haruto mumbled to himself.

“That’s freaking hilarious!” His chara was having a laughing fit.

Hotori turned dramatically towards them. “Mark my words, commoners! I am no weak prince!” He pointed at them, “I am the King!”

“Does that mean his dream is…” Haruto started, cut off by Hinamori. “It can’t be…”

“That’s right! World domination!” With a tight fist, he crushed Hinamori’s expectations. Haruto could actually see an image of Hotori laughing with glowing red eyes and Hinamori floating to the abyss in shock. Not really, of course.

“You’re evil, Tadase-kun.” She murmured.

“It’s okay, Amu-chan. He’ll turn back to normal soon.” Nadeshiko tied to reassure her, but it didn’t really help much.

“Wait, so all of you have been working to further his ambitions?” She asked in shock.

“Of course! We’ve all been searching for the Embryo together!” Yaya shouted in glee.

“W-Why?”

“Because it’s something to do!” They all replied in unison.

“This is...a monarch and his generals, truly…” Haruto said, staring at them in disbelief.

“So ridiculous.” Hinamori was entering further into shock.

Hotori was still laughing loudly in the background. Though it wasn’t long before the change wore off, and he crouched down away from them in a state of embarrassment.

“Tadase-kun.” Hinamori called out.

“Whenever I character change, I get like that. You must be shocked, Hinamori-san.”

Obviously lying, Hinamori tried to reassure him, “T-That’s not true at all , pri… I mean, Tadase-kun.”

“Before, I wasn’t fit to hold the King’s Chair at all.”

“That’s right. Tadase’s actually very shy.” Yaya whispered to them.

“He really struggled with talking in front of big crowds.” Nadeshiko added.

‘That’s...really surprising, actually.’ Haruto thought to himself.

“Exactly, and that why I wished to become stronger. I wished to become someone else.”

Haruto knew what that was like. That’s why most, if not all, chara’s are born. He wished to become someone different as well, and not too long after, Reo was born.

“And then my Guardian Egg was born.” He continued his story.

“I become who Tadase would like to be. That’s what Guardian Characters are.” Kiseki commented.

“If Tadase wants to be like you, i’m concerned.” Reo teased the tiny king.

“What did you say!?” Kiseki began to chase Reo, who flew away laughing.

“So then, all of you…” Hinamori faced them.

Haruto looked joyfully at Reo who was still being chased by Kiseki.

“How long are you going to stay depressed? Have some willpower, you greenhorn king.” Kukai had wrapped his arm around Hotori.

“I-I’m not sure if it makes you feel better, but my character change is kind of like that. It’s really embarrassing.” Haruto had tried to make Hotori feel better. He wasn’t expecting them to be so similar. Shy, with loud and outgoing charas.

“You too, Kanade-san?” Hotori looked up at him with hopeful eyes. Haruto’s heart skipped a beat, Hotori looked too cute.

“U-Uh yeah, I’d show you but it’s really too embarrassing…” This actually seemed to be helpful, as Hotori stood up with a small smile.

“Seriously, you always amaze me.” Kukai teased.

“Jeez.” Is all he said.

Hinamori walking up to them got their attention. She stiffly held the bag of cookies they made towards him, “U-Um...These...If you’d like.”

Hotori accepted them with a grateful smile. Haruto went to stand by Nadeshiko who watched Hinamori proudly.

“They smell like cookies!” Yaya jumped on Hinamori’s back and started shaking her, “I want some, too!”

“Cut it out, Yaya-chan.” Nadeshiko scolded.

“Hinamori made them, she can decide who she does and doesn’t give them too.” Haruto told the whining fourth grader.

“Let’s all have some.” Hotori caught their attention, hoping to attain peace. He gave them all a close eyed smile.

“Good idea.” Hinamori smiled.

“Yay! Thanks, Amu-chi!” Yelled in delight.

“But Yaya can only have three.” She joked. Yaya let out a noise and they all laughed. For once in a very long time, Haruto was overjoyed. He never thought a day like this would come. A day where he’d hang out with friends. ‘How lucky!’ He thought as he stared at the laughing group with a smile.

*Timeskip*

“That’s all for last week.” Hotori’s voice rang through the speakers. Everyone was sat down for another assembly in the auditorium.

“Continuing on, and although this may be unusual, we’ll be announcing two new Guardian members.” Whispers rang through the crowd. Everyone was looking at each other in confusion. Haruto felt a pang of fear in his chest. ‘They wouldn’t.’

“The new Guardian members, in other words, the fifth and sixth Guardian, is...The Red Joker: Hinamori Amu! The Black Joker: Kanade Haruto!” Haruto’s face went blank at the announcement. Everyone started talking excitedly.

“The J-Joker? What the heck is that?!“

#shugo chara #fanfiction #lgbt #oc

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A bit late merry christmas 🎄 i know it's a heavy theme, but is it ok for you to write eren trying to help mikasa with depression?

Title: which of the blessings will you deny

Summary: To let love grow, you must let go.

Notes: I *tried* to make this as eremika induced as I possibly could, but unfortunately this turned out to be more of a mikasa introspective during the nine month timeskip. There is eremika though, more so in the end, so hopefully that makes up for it lol. Also, I’d just like to thank @rogmes for being amazing and editing this fic up for me. I know you said there was no need, but I’d like to thank you for amazingly kind words of encouragement. Thank you so much!

It’s quiet; it always is. Sometimes, Mikasa can hear the barest whispers of the wind that clash in the darkness of the night. It haunts her in her sleep, and she wakes up with the curtains drawn and something horrible and dark reaching for her and she can’t scream.

And then she wakes up again.

It’s a quiet Mikasa knows too well. It’s the quiet that she felt when she heard the first squelch made when a knife was rammed into her father’s body; the sudden crack of her mother’s head as it lands to the ground.

It’s the quiet she felt when she heard through Armin’s soft, shaky whisper that Eren was dead.

People are wary of her now, careful not to step on her toes—even Sasha, with her untimely bouts of loudness, is solemn around her. She’s wary of everyone now too. Armin tries to pry out the problem from her, but she will not allow him to do so for this is something she will take down to the grave with her. Her monster comes in the bright red of blood and death and she will slay it herself. She is not weak; she is strong. She does not need anyone’s help, least of all the people she cares about. She will not drag them down with her when they still have enemies to slay.

So she draws away from everyone and her hope for seeing the ocean diminishes. All she remembers are Hanji’s words, that yes, there are so many people to bring back. But Mikasa wishes—with all her might, hoping against hope, that through some miracle, she could bring back her parents.

Their image fades away from her mind, and each day Mikasa yearns for them more and more. Her father’s touch, her mother’s kiss—a distant memory. A dream.

It’s a wonder what brought this on. Perhaps the revelation that Eren and Armin have only a few years left to live, or perhaps the realization that there is an entire civilization outside who have left innocent people to rot in walls and die like cattle. It doesn’t matter; both make her sick to her very core.

She doesn’t sleep anymore. In her dreams, an inhuman hand reaches out and claws out the throats of her loved ones and her heart speeds up and hammers until she reaches out and pulls it away from her body and then and only then, does that thing stop.

She can count her ribs through the thick cloth of her shirt. Food has become scarce and she’d rather Eren or Armin have her share instead, lest it go to waste. On good days, she’ll share it with Sasha who spares a smile filled with pity at her.

The gesture—no matter how warm—makes Mikasa grow hard and cold on the inside.

The taunts then come from Levi—it’s to be expected. The man’s temper is as short as his stature but it doesn’t hurt Mikasa in any way. Jibes, pushing, she bears it all—even if it is through gritted teeth. She doesn’t blame him. Her performance during training and on the battlefield have become poor, and Levi says something along the lines of, it’s like you want to be killed, and Mikasa realizes this with a newfound revelation that, he’s right.

Yes, Mikasa wants to die. She wants to dig up a hole and bury herself alive in there, wait as release comes in the form of light taking away her soul. Perhaps God would take pity on her and take her back to see her parents, Mr and Mrs. Jaeger, Hannes, Armin’s grandfather, Mina Carolina, Marco, Commander Smith, even Bertholdt as stupid as he was. There are so many, so many people that Mikasa wants to see, to bring back.

But this is life. Its reality is grounded in pessimism and death and the things that Mikasa wishes to only exist in tales. She is a girl looking for a myth in a world surrounded by facts. But death; it is the only certain uncertainty in life. Perhaps the magic she wishes to find will be there. Perhaps then, will the dead eyes of the people she has left behind will cease to follow her.

One day, Eren gets injured and Mikasa stops. Her breath halts and afterwards, she locks herself in a room, scratching and clawing at herself until lines of red appear on her arms, neck and legs. Yes, pain: pain is so good. She is alive and she will stay alive until Eren is dead. The pain makes her go hazy, however, and suddenly she sees Mrs. Jaeger putting out the clothes to dry. Mikasa’s hands are still so small so she can’t reach the wire all too well, but Mrs. Jaeger helps her, carrying Mikasa in her arms until she clips the cloth, and Mrs. Jaeger shuffles her hand in Mikasa’s hair, smiling at her as if she’s proud.

It’s the happiest Mikasa has felt in years.

One day, Armin says: “stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“Whatever you’re doing. We’re worried about you.” He pushes the door as Mikasa tries her best to close it—she cannot deal with this right now. Bubbles of blood are running from her thigh and her arms from the line she has made with her sword, and she’s about to see something again.

“I’m not doing anything. If anything, I’m… giving myself remedies.”

A deep breath, and Armin forces the door open with all his might. It’s useless though, even in this state, Mikasa still has her strength and she will not allow anyone to overcome her.

“You’ve been spending too much time in this room. Sasha told us that during the communal showers she saw scars on your body. Freshly cut. We haven’t been out for an expedition in days. Mikasa, I just want to know what you’re doing to yourself.” Another shove. “I’m family—don’t I deserve an explanation at least?”

“I’m doing nothing. I’m getting better. I know you’re worried Armin, but this isn’t something you should concern yourself with.” Mikasa then slams the door which echoes with a loud thud, and the situation hits her so suddenly that she collapses.

She doesn’t know how long the darkness overtakes her. There are no hands out to grab her, no tearing of throats of the one she cares about. It’s empty. Quiet. Grey.

When she comes to, it is the colour green that stares back at her, a stark contrast to the grey Mikasa saw which makes her blink herself into focus until the green that stares at her are the eyes of Eren.

He cuts the silence first, his voice quick and sharp as he speaks.

“Everyone told me not to be angry.”

And it takes Mikasa seconds to bring his face fully into focus. “Don’t say anything Eren, you’ll make it worse.”

“But they’re wrong”, he says, “I will be angry, and you will hear everything I say. You-” His face contorts into something that Mikasa can only describe as rage. Then—nothing. His face wears down and he looks so much older than he is.

And then, finally: “How could you do this to me?”

Mikasa breaks down first. Her tears come streaming in silent sobs and she clutches at her heart and tries to tear away the bandages that cover her arms. She wants out, she doesn’t want this. Eren stops her, holding her arms in his own and he’s yelling at her— something, he says something, but Mikasa doesn’t know what, and then the yelling quiets down, and she stops struggling and slowly, so slowly, she is in his arms. It’s the smallest she has ever felt, and Eren rocks her gently; swaying her back and forth, murmuring soft whispers in her ears. Like a child being lulled to sleep by their mother, Mikasa’s eyes close, and Eren leaves soft, gentle kisses on her ear and cheek until the darkness overtakes her once more.

She awakes again, and it is Eren’s eyes that greet her.

She is overcome with shame and emotion as the magnitude of what she has done hits her. She avoids looking at him, but he sits on the bed, and pushes her face towards him, his hands never leaving her skin.

“You, are the bravest person I have ever known. You are the only person that I know. But you were hurting and I was blind enough not to see it. Armin kept telling me that something was going on with you, but I ignored him because I thought, ‘Mikasa is so strong, so brave, no fear could ever overtake her.’ I think I was too caught up in my own world to even care to peek into yours.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me.” She tries to shake away his hand from her face.“My… struggles are nothing compared to humanity’s. I’ll get through this. Like you said, I’m strong.”

“You are, but I wonder about…,” his hand trails from her cheek to her chest, resting upon the skin that covers her heart. “How strong you are here.”

It’s silent, and the rising sun shines over the two of them and Eren’s eyes are an even brighter green. He looks at her with something like compassion and she’s overcome. She wants to be held in his arms until there is nothing left but the thrum of his heart.

And he says this: “You need to let love grow inside you, Mikasa. Let the love grow, you need to take care of yourself.”

She wonders when this boy, the one she always feared for, has become so wise. He has become so tall; his back broad and wide as his boyishness fades into manhood. She spends a moment, admiring him, and Mikasa thinks that were she a poet, she would write about his beauty for days.

He is so much more than what he gives himself credit for. So much more than just his strength and prowess. He is Eren, Eren who wears his heart on his sleeve and fights for what he believes in.

What’s your secret Eren, Mikasa thinks. What keeps you going, even after all of this death?

“Where would I find such love?” She says, and Eren gives the ghost of a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it.”

And it’s the end of that. Days later, when they find the ocean and Mikasa heart is full of hope, Eren takes her hand in his and they waddle through the sea.

The ocean is a sight to behold, and all the struggles make it worth to see it. Her face is red with love and warmth and her scarf flows with the ocean breeze. The waves crash loudly and life is large, so large.

She heals; slowly, but it’s sure every time. She makes sure to smile often, and she eats her food with others. She believes in her strength, but most of all, she believes in the strength of her friends. Yes, life is so very cruel.

But there is so much beauty to be found. Perhaps mysteries like the ocean will come again in her life.

#eremika #eren x mikasa #eremika fanfic #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #my writing #happy holidays everyone

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Rogue One fic recs

Mostly Cassian/Jyn (rebelcaptain) with a few about K-2SO and ok also some meta links and this cool fanvid and a mixtape I made, or, No It’s Perfectly Alright My Life Has Been Overrun By Rogue One Not Like I Needed It For Anything Else (I do. It’s not alright. It’s really. really. not. alright.)

Organized by: K-2SO \\ Canon Compliant \\ AU - Scarif and Immediate Aftermath \\ AU - timeskip \\ AU - not even a little bit EU \\ AU - other (no Rogue One timeline, multiverse, etc) \\ Misc

- I’ve mostly avoided to non-canon AUs and WIPs but I’m sure that’ll change as I sink deeper into this mess - for the not-everyone-lives AUs, the surviving characters are denoted in brackets. (e.g. [BR, CA, JE]) if there are no brackets that either means the fic has everyone on the initial Rogue One team (BR, CA, JE, CI, BM, K) survive Scarif or that no casualties are mentioned - About 50 links in and I’m less than 3/4 through the tabs I have saved ooooops. I’ll continue to update as the spiraling continues.

===== K-2SO ===== title: Unseen by: TheCookieMonster77 rating: teen word count: 400 summary: Kaytoo had known this droid. notes: I found that droid extraction scene on Scarif very striking, like there was something horrifying and tragic going on. I'm glad someone wrote a little fic about it.

title: climb, climb by: peradi rating: not rated word count: 1039 summary: K-2SO: the droid with existential anxiety and a smart mouth. notes: "Additional Tags: Sad Robots" saaaaaad I am le sad

title: firefly by: peradi rating: not rated word count: 4483 summary: Humanity is infectious, Finn makes friends with droids, and K2 cannot get any rest: the story of how Rogue One flies again. notes: "additional tags: droids having feelings, musings about what droids are, the force has a plan and the force is a dick, chirrut imwe is always right, k2 can't catch a break, legacy, Crack Treated Seriously, the fic where k2 is reincarnated as the falcon" I laughed. I almost cried, several times. ALL the droids are so incredibly well written - K-2SO, BB-8, R2, the brief mentions of C3PO. the humans are ok too, I guess. [I kid, but Finn and Poe are legit amazing in this as well]

title: A Cog In Something Turning by: Redrikki rating: gen word count: 1742 summary: Cassian hadn't meant to give K-2SO free will. Good thing for both of them he's a terrible slicer. notes: my favourite Cassian-and-K-2SO fic

title: The Ghosts in the Machines by: squireofgeekdom rating: gen word count: 1985 summary: How K2SO's many ghosts aided the Rebellion and stymied the Imperials, and how one of those ghosts carried the memories of Rogue One past the end of the Empire. notes: love love love the concept and the execution

title: RUN SIMULATION: SCENARIO ABB-10AU by: sarahlucielle rating: teen word count: 1125 summary: K-2SO mentally simulates what might have been.

title: The Genre Does Not Support This by: nymja rating: teen word count: 990 summary: “I have decided to be proactive,” the droid responded primly. “Proactive? For what?” Jyn leaned forward in her chair. “Sexual tension will increase mission failure by approximately 12.95%.” K-2SO suspects something is going on between Cassian and Jyn. notes: they are so oblivious and bad at feelings[1]! K2 is so extremely put upon!!!! EVERTHING IS WONDERFUL AND NOTHING HURTS [1] Jyn had seen her share of strange things. An Imperial droid in a mood swing was now one of them. “…Right. Well.” She looked back down at her blaster, because that was at least a familiar terrain on which to solve a problem. “Let me know if I can help.” PERF JYN CHARACTERIZATION

title: not titled by: radiojamming rating: not rated word count: short summary: Jyn trying to get information out of K-2SO about what kind of things that Cassian likes. notes: Jyn! flailing! K-2SO! unhelpful in the extreme! a heartwarming ending!

===== Canon Compliant ===== title: on the white shores of scarif by: jynorgana rating: gen word count: 2648 summary: In case you were wondering, this is what Jyn Erso thinks about love. notes: love and Jyn and Saw Gerrera and Cassian. I wanted so much more of that fraught difficult relationship Jyn has with Saw Gerrera, with growing up with him. This is exactly what I wanted.

title: a hundred flags flying in a field by: ginnyweasleys rating: teen word count: 2850 summary: So much of him is all jagged edges and war-hardened heart. She hadn’t thought there was much room for softness.(five times jyn and cassian touch.) notes: I love how steady and careful Cassian is, esp in contrast to Jyn

title: Touching Freedom by: endeni rating: mature word count: 1795 summary: The things Cassian has done for the Cause. notes: “They don't own me,” she repeats, slowly this time. “What they do with my body, it doesn't matter. They think they can take what they want, do what they want, to us, to the whole galaxy. But they’re wrong, Cassian, okay? They’re wrong.” and later Like he never expected Cassian to last as long as he did in the first place, like he’d been waiting for those words to come out of his mouth for years now and he’s almost surprised he’s finally hearing them. people being conscious of having a body and trying to extract something from that consciousness is something I am drawn to

title: ghost stories by: ZeGabz rating: gen word count: 2085 summary: Rey's daydreams speak to her sometimes.The voices echo Rebellions. notes: Jyn is a force ghost only seen by Rey

title: hope lives on by: peradi rating: not rated word count: 7298 summary: Bodhi dies. This is what happens afterwards. Or: Bodhi becomes the patron saint of the Resistance. notes: very much a story of how Bodhi is a patron saint in the storyworld of The Force Awakens (with the mythology of the prequels and Rogue One intact). funny. slightly didactic, but in a way I found pleasing.

title: star-crossed by: poseidon rating: not rated word count: 2256 summary: They're not going to survive. They were never going to survive. notes: I like the K-2SO section

title: not titled by: reystars rating: not rated word count: short summary: headcanon segued into fic about that blaster Jyn stole from Cassian

title: not titled by: radiojamming rating: not rated word count: short summary: Jyn, inner thoughts: "He's staring at me again, why is he staring at me again - can't he stop judging me for a minute, GEEZ." Cassian, inner thoughts: "She's got space gravy on her bottom lip and I don't know if I want to tell her or if I want to lick it off." notes: a farce! the POV switch turns this into a veritable farce!

title: Sinner's Worth by: guineapiggie rating: teen word count: 1147 summary: For a while, they just sit there, pointedly staring at the wall opposite, but then her curiosity gets the better of her. “Why risk your life to get me out of there? I’d played my part. You lot should see the bigger picture, right?” At first, she thinks he’s just decided to ignore her, then he sighs softly and says: “The truth?” She doesn’t think his question warrants an answer. This man turns out to be a very unpredictable bundle of contradictions, and he’s far too honest for a spy. notes: post-Jedha

title: There For You by: guineapiggie rating: gen word count: 1954 summary: “That’s good,” she mutters, motioning towards her bowl with her spoon. His eyes dart up and then there’s a small smile twitching around his lips. It isn’t much, but it makes her wonder what he looks like with an actual smile on his face, and she imagines it looks quite nice. She hates herself a little for that thought." They reach Yavin IV and Jyn has every intention to lock herself in the room they've given her and not come out ever again. However, someone strongly disagrees with that plan. notes: post-Eadu OH MY GOD the yearning the unfulfilled! yearning!

title: rise/set by: nymja rating: teen word count: 452 summary: Her fingers slide over the mug. They’re both wearing gloves, but for a moment there’s something to the heat of the metal that she wonders about. notes: Jyn and Cassian and the sun during Rogue One. wistful in the best way.

title: Finding Myself (And Maybe You) series [WIP] by: copper_nails rating: mature, explicit word count: 16357 summary: "The barracks on Yavin Four aren’t meant to double as guest quarters." Or: Jyn's first night with the Alliance is a...cozy one. then: Cassian takes on a bunk guest and finds the entire experience...confusing. and: “I am not programmed to believe in miracles,” K-2SO informs her as they take the final steps towards the door, “but the fact that you did not kill the captain in his sleep registers as close to an impossibility as is processable. I do not anticipate such an outlier occurring again.” The effort it takes Jyn not to roll her eyes is almost unbearable. “We’ll see, K-2,” she says, stepping out into the light of day. “We’ll see.” notes: drunk bed-sharing, mutual distrust, sexual frustration. all that good stuff.

title: i imagine life so much it feels like a memory by: alsoalsowik rating: mature word count: 792 summary: In their final moments, Cassian sees an entire lifetime he won’t get to have in Jyn’s eyes. notes: I have such a weakness for these momentary could-have-been lives imagined by one or both of them on the beach.

title: What Might Have Been by: AgentVeronica rating: teen word count: 2101 summary: With each soul, a world dies. notes: there is so much I love about this fic - the way the tenses and POV make it seem like instances of documentation, the way the imagined future spreads out

title: you were my new home by: katsumi rating: teen word count: 4690 summary: She surprises herself with the force of the want in her. She’s only known him a few weeks—and he’s gruff, and secretive, and single-minded to a dangerous degree—but he’s the first person in a long time she’s had any real ties to. And yes, his loyalty is not to her so much as it is to the cause she’s now a part of. But for now, he’s just a little bit hers in a way that no one else has been for a very, very long time. Before they can meet with Saw Gerrera, they have to find Saw Gerrera, and that takes time. On the search, Jyn and Cassian grow closer. notes: lengthy missing moments fic of all our dreams

===== AU - Scarif & immediate aftermath ===== title: Beinahe [BR, CA, JE] by: guineapiggie rating: teen word count: 7071 summary: People around them assume they must have had an affair before, and she can't blame them. She's holding his hand, sleeping in his bed, and if she wasn't lauded a hero of the Rebellion, they would never let her do that. But they are, so instead they spin stories of the two of them. She couldn't care less. What she cares about, once he gets better, is what becomes of two people who were almost strangers and who held each other as death came for them, and then woke up to find they weren't dead. She doesn't know what that means, except that she wants to kiss him more than ever, because he's the only source of solace she has had in a long time, and she needs one more than ever. (If she had to chose a word for Cassian Andor, it's almost.) - Surviving Scarif and leaving Scarif are two very different things. - notes: amazing how survivor's guilt is written here. love the long, slow burn.

title: Inevitable [WIP] [BR, CA, JE] by: cellorocket rating: teen word count: 10869 summary: He had the kind of face you saw everywhere, and nowhere at the same time – so unremarkably average that it was almost suspicious. But he knew how to wear it, knew how to be a thousand different things; whatever the mission required. Though he often disappeared into whatever role he was assigned, sometimes she saw glimmers of an emotion she couldn’t read ripple over those strangely common features, and knew it had no place in a liar’s arsenal of masks. Sad eyes, she thought, shivering. He can’t hide those. || the rogue one trio + episode iv and onward notes: I really like Bodhi and Jyn’s POVs and the sense of how strange it is to be so extremely close to people they barely know, and the simultaneous distance that incongruity creates

title: Long Way Home series [WIP] by: noelia_g rating: gen, explicit word count: 15357 summary: In which they all live and Jyn Erso is on a quest to fix a droid. Rogue One in the aftermath. Cassian Andor before Rogue One, during, and after. notes: god GOD

title: Arm's Length [CA, JE] by: FollowMyFeet rating: mature word count: 6404 summary: "You want me to hate you?" he hisses. "Okay, I'll hate you." notes: the first chapter killed me

title: stubborn hope by: conjurewithrisk rating: teen word count: 475 summary: This is a rebellion. They rebel by staying alive. notes: so I have lots of thought and feelings about martyrdom and survival and how maybe staying alive is the most revolutionary thing of all but also possibly the least idk. this brought up some stuff for me

title: they have stolen the heart from inside you (but this does not define you) [CA, JE] by: gingergenower rating: teen word count: 1578 summary: Jyn and Cassian escaped Scarif, and they end up in a rebel base in the middle of nowhere while they collect themselves. They are all stardust. notes: I like the fics where they are stricken with survivor’s guilt. I also like this one where Jyn’s detached and quietly bewildered. just observing things as they happen, having thoughts filter in and out

title: Stay in Motion [WIP] by: ignitesthestars, nymja, starforged rating: teen word count: 5184 summary: Short stories set in a universe where the Rogue One crewmembers survive

===== AU - timeskip (after Scarif) ===== title: the sharp edge of survival by: with_the_monsters rating: teen word count: 3950 summary: They're heroes, now, but the not the type of heroes the Republic wants. Not bright and clean and effortlessly Light. Not able to sit still or give up the fight. The fight built each of them, after all. Made them what they are. notes: I really like this iteration of everyone-lives because there are gaps between surviving and living and what those are and how they might be filled is written in a very real and touching way.

title: Clean Shaven by: 19RosesofLifeandDeath98 rating: gen word count: 1263 summary: Cassian liked routines, and Jyn liked Cassian. It wasn’t a hard protocol to follow. notes: post mission hand injury oh no how will Cassian maintain his shaving schedule. so sweet and awkward I love it!

title: in the spaces series [WIP] by: nymja rating: teen, explicit word count: 9701 summary: Jyn, Cassian, and their intersecting moments during the Galactic Civil War. & Jyn, Cassian, and the war not ending after Endor. notes: I made many whale noises whilst reading this fic. another one for the post-Scarif trauma + slow, long burn file.

title: Cryptography [WIP] by: someinstant rating: teen word count: 6985 summary: Compromised, Cassian read, his fingers numbing against the screen. Jyn says to orphan. The words blurred, and he dropped the pad. “To orphan?” Senator Organa asked the general. She didn't pretend not to have read over Cassian's shoulder. “Cut ties,” said Draven. He cleared his throat. "It's what you do when an agent goes rogue--" Cassian shook his head. “No,” he said, mechanically. "It means 'to abandon.'” notes: “And the ending is amazing. The third act is perfect, and I wouldn't change it for the world. Which is why I'm just gonna shift the world over *just a little*, and keep going.” so exciting and plotty!!!!!

title: i don't care if heaven won't take me back by: gingergenower rating: explicit word count: 6628 summary: Cassian's compromised and kidnapped on a routine mission, taken by a crime mob working with the Empire. The Alliance orders Jyn to cut and run because too many lives would be lost failing to save him. As is her nature, she goes rogue. notes: riveting action scenes. I’m a sucker for the ride-and-die Jyn characterization

title: something distracting by: PastyPirate rating: explicit word count: 4679 summary: Cassian never really thought about statutes of limitations on disobedience. Mainly because he’d never disobeyed an order before. But after nine months, and a mission that can only really be called successful (body count and everything), he felt like getting a slap on the wrist for disobeying an order was a bit much. In which; Cassian has no idea how to properly be grounded, he ends up thinking too much about things he'd rather not focus on. notes: in love with Cassian’s running internal monologue and his constant berating of himself

===== AU - not even a little bit EU ===== title: not titled drabble by: plinys rating: gen word count: short summary: jyn x cassian, partners in crime au

title: we will not grow old by: Wildehack rating: mature word count: 3001 summary: In the dream, Jyn’s father is there, just like he was when she was new. He cups her face in his hands, and a rush of yearning fills Jyn’s chest, but she’s not sure what for. He brushes her hair out of her eyes, sits down beside her in this strange, cold room. “Analysis,” he says. notes: Westworld AU

title: not titled by: raspberrylimonade rating: not rated word count: ~ 1000 summary: Where instead of being killed in the blast, Jyn and Cassian are transported to LA in the early 2000s where Cassian becomes a retailer for home appliances (based of this interview https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRZ1ihipQso) and Jyn becomes a fitness instructor. notes: charming!

===== AU - other (no Rogue One timeline, multiverse, etc) ===== title: The Jedha Moon Jockey [WIP] by: ballantine rating: mature word count: 3963 summary: “Jedha’s not a priority for the Alliance at the moment,” he says, not looking away from the open panel. “Oh, of course,” the girl says. “It’s not like the occupation of this moon has anything to do with its extensive kyberite ore, which, if you didn’t know (but you should), the Empire has started to turn to for energy enrichment. And it’s certainly not like the Alliance’s apparent abandonment of one of the most revered symbols of the Jedi Order will have any impact at all on rebel morale in the Mid Rim — ” Cassian momentarily gives up on opening the cell door in favor of putting his head in hands and groaning. notes: “Cassian picks through the wiring and says, “For someone who obviously hates the Empire with so much passion, you don’t seem too worried about being caught in one of their holding cells.” She shrugs one shoulder. “Saw Gerrera will come for me. He always does.”” EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED. "Saw Gerrera did not abandon Jyn" is a tag but so is "Loss of Faith." I am worried.

title: not titled / Sic Itur Ad Astra by: radiojamming / ClockworkCourier rating: not rated word count: ~ 2600 summary: Jyn Erso, unsurprisingly, turned everything he believed about himself and the galaxy right on its head; what was right, what was wrong, and what to do about it. It was all different because of her, and he couldn’t help but feel something like a sinking sensation in his chest when he realized that. He didn’t accept it, though. Not without a mark. Not without a reason. notes: jyn/cassian soulmate (w matching birthmarks) AU. does the fatalism of the trope very evocatively

title: Propaganda by: pantropia rating: not rated word count: 812 summary: Neither the Rebellion nor the Empire are above using popular media as propaganda. notes: movie within a movie meta fix-it

title: And The Next [WIP] by: ienablu rating: teen word count: 20448 summary: Jyn looks to the disappearing horizon and thinks, The Force is with me, I am one with the Force. The Force is with me, I am one with the Force. The Force is strong with me, I am – Jyn wakes up in her Wobani prison cell, panting and a scream dying in her throat. notes: I love Groundhog Day AUs. this is one of the best I've ever read. the most recent chapter (4) is painful in the perfect way.

title: The RebelCaptain Ultimate Kiss Mod [WIP] by: Coryphefish rating: teen word count: 504 summary: There should have been a kiss on the beach? In the elevator? Why stop there? This is the fix-it fic we really need! ALL the moments in Rogue One where it almost happened? Now it did!

title: not titled drabble by: kylorenvevo rating: not rated word count: ~1000 summary: jyn/cassian alias!au with jyn spying on the empire and cassian as her rebel handler

===== Misc ===== - a really wonderful fanvid - radiojamming: important features of k-2so day - rinsantago: "In retrospect, there was no freaking way that Jyn and Cassian could have been Rey’s parents." - iamthezip: "What does little 6-year-old Cassian “rebellions are built on hope” Andor do for the fucking rebellion?!" - thegrayship: ““You DUMPED me!” vs “They’ll be back for me.”” [Jyn and Rey comparisons] - lionmettled: “Info on Chirrut and Baze from the Visual Dictionary” - notbecauseofvictories: “I have managed to find a single feeling about galen erso, and it mostly concerns him being an amoral figure, wearing very badly-fitting moral skin” - Star Wars: Rogue One places Asian heroes at the core of its revolution - rukbats: “Anyway, what I’m trying to say here is that by modern standards we can safely assume that Cassian Andor was most probably a scorpio, sagittarius or a capricorn thank you for coming to my TED talk” - betterbemeta: “3P0 is simultaneously totally useless yet hyper functional because he was not made according to any specs except “the best most toughest things possible to help my mom for a long long time on a hot desert planet” - I made a Cassian Andor mixtape!

I am here and always ready to cry with you about revolutions and Saw Gerrera and Cassian and Jyn. ☭<3☭

#fic rec #rebelcaptain #Jyn Erso #Cassian Andor #K2SO #rogue one spoilers #Hope Captain and the Deaths of Tomorrow

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