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litanyrobin · 2 years ago

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Blue orangeade

An enthusiastic supporter of the LGBT+ community who liked to spread joy everywhere, and a bitter, whiny nerd who was a victim of Avengers 4: Endgame spoilers. How on earth had they fallen in love?

Tim sighs and chats about Bernard with Steph before their date.

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Tim entered, on his phone, the only conversation he bothered to answer every time he found a new message coming from it. He usually didn't get into his notifications until hours after he received them, sometimes it took him days or even weeks to do so. However, it was different with the person who had just spoken to him.

"Look, it's a cat with a mustache. uwu."

He couldn't help but grin like a fool as he read that attached to the picture of a cat, which indeed appeared to have a mustache, and he was quick to reply laughing at the screen before locking his phone again and setting it down on the table.

"But why did he have a mustache," he mused to himself, shaking his head. It's so cute.

"Who was that?" questioned the girl sitting across from him, his best friend, as he watched him curiously. Tim was not a real lover of social networks and rarely looked so goofy after checking them, he didn't pay much attention to them and only logged in when he was aware that one of the photographers and skaters he liked had made some eye-catching post. He wouldn't even answer him if he didn't insist too much. “Was he your boyfriend? Did he say something nice to you and that's why you look stupid?”

Tim sighed.

"I think I'm getting sick, Steph.

"I think so too." Tim gave her an annoyed look and she laughed. “I mean, I took you out of your room to stop you from whining about Harrison Wells’ death anymore, but Bernard sends you a message and suddenly I don't see you depressed anymore.”

"First of all, it's not Harrison Wells, Steph; he's from real life. The one who died was Tony Stark.”

"But I thought what they told you was that the STAR Labs guy died at the end?" the blond rebutted, looking at him in confusion.

Timothy exhaled heavily and hesitated between taking a swing at his friend or himself.

"No, Stephanie, it's the one from Stark Industries ? Do you really know nothing about the MCU?” Steph raised an eyebrow with obviousness, and he nodded. “Sure, why do I bother asking.”

"Leave it, what's second place then?”

"Secondly" resumed Tim, "I'm still sore about it, it's just Bern sent me a picture and…", he said and smiled with his eyes fixed on his hands on the table, “I don't know, it was just really cute.”

"Did he send you a picture of himself?" The opposite denied and Steph frowned. “I don't get it, then what was too cute?”

"The cat with a mustache.”

Stephanie's face became disfigured with confusion and she looked at Tim as if he had a complete stranger in front of her. When the other had mentioned being sick, she had agreed with him, thinking he was referring to the fact that he was in love; however, she was beginning to think that the boy really was, or worse, that he had been replaced by someone else. She didn't believe in aliens or any of those things Tim did before Superman and other alien heroes, but he couldn't help but let the idea that his friend had been supplanted by one come into his head. And the younger of the two had never had that kind of behavior with anyone other than Bernard, and getting used to Tim having those reactions for his boyfriend had already been difficult, so seeing him get excited over a silly picture of a cat just because Bernard was the one sending it to him was a bit shocking.

Tim was definitely too lovesick and it was worrying, namely, her friend used to be the cold one in the group! He had never really liked anyone and to see him so into that relationship of just a few months was surprising but, most of all, exciting. His friend was changing; the bitter nerd who used to complain when he saw Steph or another of his friends enjoying themselves with their partners because it was bad to eat in front of the poor , Tim's words, was now the one who behaved that way and proudly.

"But I always send you pictures of cats and you don't even react to them!” Steph complained.

Tim pouted his lips and shook his head.

"It's different.”

"What's different, Timothy Jackson?”, she pouted. “I stopped sending you cute pictures with phrases you considered too gay because you hated them, but Bernard always sends you pictures of animals that say I miss you and you receive them with a smile! That's being inconsistent.”

"No, that's changing…" he affirmed. “And the difference is that I like him, you don't.” He sighed. “Of course I miss him when we don't spend time together, and I like to know that he feels the same way, even if it's through pictures of cute animals with too many hearts in them. Besides, I don't like that kind of stuff if he's not the one sending it. I told you, everything is different if it's him.”

Steph put a hand to her chest in offense and looked disapprovingly at Tim. The truth was that she didn't care whether or not his friend reacted to her messages, she already knew what he was like; however, she also knew that he was short fused and liked to get on his nerves.

"To say I'm hurt is too little to express how I feel right now. Where was the friends before boyfriends ?”

"I don't know, how about asking Kara?" Tim ironized.

Steph exclaimed, plunging her hand even deeper into his chest and shook his head slowly. She raised his free hand and pointed her index finger at Timothy.

"We're talking about your betrayal, Drake, not mine.”

Tim let out a thunderous laugh and tapped Steph on the shoulder, drawing a slightly exaggerated groan from her that ended in laughter.

"You're right, Steph," he admitted, combing his black hair, "I know I'm changing and it scares me that I am. I mean, it's true, I've never been excited about someone's message before! Can you believe I was more disappointed that I couldn't see him for a week than I was about the fact that there may never be a fourth Iron Man movie?”

"I didn't understand the reference but I guess it was a major motion picture, so I do get the level of infatuation I think.”

Tim sighed in exhaustion, sometimes it frustrated him that his closest friend didn't understand his references. However, a small, almost imperceptible smile was painted on his lips as he remembered that Bernard also rarely understood his comments related to comics and movies because he preferred conspiracy theories about real facts instead of fictional ones.

"I'm just trying to say that I like him a lot, Steph. I feel as smitten as Doctor Brown in the third part of Back To The Future, when he decides to stay with his beloved Clara in the old west and…

Stephanie watched him expressionlessly and knew he had done it again. He bit his tongue and wrinkled his nose, it was inevitable for him to stray off topic and make comparisons (which to him seemed obvious) to subjects of his interest whenever he related how he felt. He thought it was easier to understand him that way, but he was wrong. He was highly intelligent, but also quite scattered.

"I'm sorry", he sighed for the umpteenth time and Steph mimicked him.

"Anyway, I guess I get your point. Bernard, you like him enough to compare your relationship with 80s movies and Image comics.”

"Marvel" corrected," and technically I haven't done any with…”

"Enough Timothy, I get the point.”

Tim pursed his lips and nodded.

Steph watched him silently for a few seconds taking advantage of his distraction as he played with his fingers under the table. She smiled to himself; she liked the new Tim, he was less bitter and a bit more cheesy, but not overly so. At least they could now have conversations about their love affairs without the need for the younger one to roll his eyes every minute or pretend to gag when he found it all too corny and sugary for him. The new Tim, the one in love, was more sensitive, and easier to deal with.

"What I'm trying to explain is that I'm scared of all this. Whenever I started dating someone, I always did it by imagining from the beginning how long we'd last or roughly when we'd end, but with Bernard it's all completely different, you know? I'm able to imagine a future with him, whether it's near or far. I can visualize us doing hundreds of things together, but I can't seem to think of an ending... I don't want to either. And it's scary! I've never felt like this before and it's really creepy.

"Oh, honey... " mused Steph with a hint of mockery in his tone of voice and grabbed Tim's hand across the table, "that's the gayest thing I've ever heard you say. You don't know how proud I am of you right now, Timmy.”

The boy gave her a disgusted look and roughly removed his hand from the girl’s grip. He exhaled with exaggeration and let his head fall hard on the table, causing a thud and leaving no imagination as to the pain he felt after his impulsive action.

"I've never felt so insecure being with someone before. I mean, I always felt like I was the one handling the situation at my whim as well as my feelings, but now it's like Bern is controlling me, I'm terrified of making him mad, that he'll get tired of me and want us to break up, that he'll realize how bitter I am and would rather look for someone as sweet and cute as him to match better. It's just that we're so different that I can't even explain how we ended up together!

"That's easy, silly. You guys are like... blue orangeade.

Tim raised his head from the table and looked at her with a pout. His face completely reflected the frustration he felt at that moment, but Stephanie just smiled and leaned her own head on her hands to look at him calmly.

"How so?”, he questioned between his teeth.

"You know", she said, shrugging his shoulders. "They're like colors that seem like total opposites but look good together. A strange combination, but perfect. You know?

"No”, Tim declared, and again dropped his head hard on the table. Surely he would get a bump later.

Steph sighed in frustration and folded her arms.

"Whatever, stop worrying about bullshit, dummy! It doesn't matter that you're different, I'm trying to tell you that it's your differences that make you look so good together.”

"You mean like I'd rather watch Sixth Sense while he wants us to watch Zootopia?", he asked with his face still glued to the table. "For things like that do we look good?”

Steph thought about it for a moment. Tim was stubborn, it was hard to talk sense into him when he was worried about something. He used to cling to those worries and let them eat away at him to the point of making him flinch and make bad decisions as a precautionary measure. So how could she explain to him that he had nothing to fear? Everyone could tell for sure that his relationship with Bernard was the most stable thing he'd ever had in his life and that little things like which movies each of them preferred wouldn't make them break up.

"Yes", she ended up saying. “Look, bestie, what do you do when you want to watch a movie together but prefer different genres?”

Tim sat up in the seat and looked to the side, putting together a coherent response.

"Well, if we use the same example... If Bernard wants us to watch a comedy or movies like Zootopia, surely that's what we'll do. I mean, I like those too, but I know he can't stand horror movies and he doesn't like sci-fi movies very much, he doesn't like to take science classes while he is watching a movie, haha. I can watch those by myself or with someone else, so I'm always seduced to watch what he wants… Anyway I like them too, it's not a problem. And I like to see him happy, so we're all happy in the end, right?”

Stpeh nodded with a smile. She looked calm; however, she suddenly stood up with a frown and pounded the table, shaking Tim.

"And what the hell are you worried about then!?”

"About he getting tired of me!" he exclaimed standing up as well, but Steph sat back down and he ended up imitating her as well.

"Why would he get tired of you if you indulge him in everything?"

“Because… I don't know.”

Tim's phone rang on the table and instantly they both fixed their eyes on the device. They both knew who the message was from; Tim was eager to answer because it was Bernard, while Steph was curious about what they were talking about. Was it just another picture of something fucking adorable that Tim had once looked at with disgust? Or could the two of them talk about serious matters as well?

"Answer", requested Stephanie.

Tim picked up the phone and checked the message, smiling almost as soon as he saw it. Of course it was Bernard, only this time he was wishing him a nice afternoon and warning her that he wouldn't be able to spend much time on the phone due to some business. Timothy replied with a sticker and an I love you.

An "I love you" Steph visualized clearly. Then she remembered something he had discussed with Tim after she broke up with his last boyfriend, before Bernard. To begin with, Tim had a hard time getting an affectionate phrase out of him, but now he was putting them out on his own as if it was the most natural thing in the world. With Bernard everything was flowing, no doubt about it. Steph couldn't help but be impressed with his best friend's changes.

“Timmers?”

"Yes?", he said, pushing his phone away and undoing the smile he had formed seconds earlier when he saw the message from his boyfriend.

"Have you and Bernard argued?”

Steph remembered perfectly why Tim's previous relationships had ended the way they did: lack of communication. (And lies, Tim hated lies but he had a lot of secrets.) His previous partner would go to his friends before him to talk about their problems. Tim hated that, how did he want them to fix things if they didn't even talk about their relationship? For the same reason he wondered if they had problems with Bernard. There were two options for why their relationship was going so well. The first, was that they were actually perfect and had no problems (which he doubted, they were both human); and the second, was that they talked things out. If the two of them understood each other and spoke their minds smoothly, surely their relationship could even go on forever. For his friend, after all, the most important thing in any kind of relationship was communication.

"Of course we have," Tim replied. “Or well, we've never really had an argument as such, but we've had problems. It's really just been stupidity or jealousy, but we always talk it out and come to a consensus. I love that about us, you know? We can always talk things out, we don't rush into things; and, when we do, we talk it out and work it out in the end too. Isn't that great?”

The blond leaned his cheek against her hand, elbow on the table, and sighed.

"All the more reason I don't know what you're worried about. You guys are an amazing couple. Blue orangeade, no doubt.”

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"I want to go to the beaaaach", commented Bernard, pouting without noticing.

He was holding Tim's hand, walking through a large park in the center of the city. Everyone could see them there, together and in love, but no one really paid attention to them. Besides, they were immersed in their own bubble which no one was able to disturb. Just the two of them and the sound of the birds in the trees, and the sound of the dogs barking all around them. (Tim was annoyed by the barking and scared of a dog pouncing on him if it passed too close, and he didn't like it when they started sniffing him; however, Bernard petted every animal that came near him and kept repeating how cute they were).

"I don't like the beach", Tim replied. Actually he used to say he hated the beach, there was nothing about it that he liked. The sand in his shoes, the heat burning his skin (he preferred the cold a thousand times, but Bernard differed from him), the sea breeze messing up his hair and the salt water soaking his feet… Uhm, no. He'd a thousand times rather be away in the mountains or maybe take a walk in the city. But his boyfriend loved the beach and every chance he got he repeated how much he loved it, always saying he wanted to go soon. Worst of all, Tim knew that he would spend the whole summer at a beach if it was with Bernard by his side, just to see him happy. (And he also knew that Bernard would accompany him camping in the mountains or in the countryside if Tim wanted to, he would also enjoy the city just by them being together).

"I know," he said, pouting. “You don't like the heat either, but you can't act bitter when the day is so nice!”

A nice day, for Tim, was one where the sky was falling with rain and autumn leaves were flying everywhere, where you didn't feel like going out of the house because you were sure to catch a good cold. For Bernard, however, was the opposite. He enjoyed the clear and warm days, and he also claimed that the doggies on the street suffered from the cold weather. Tim was oblivious for not thinking about it, but Bernard also understood that he was not a fan of animals except for cats.

"Don't fall down.” Was all Tim added as Bernard began to balance, without letting go of his hand, on the edges of the sidewalk. “It wouldn't be romantic to end our date at the hospital . And it's been so long since we've seen each other", he snorted.

Bernard rolled his eyes. His boyfriend was an exaggerator. He looked away from him and jumped down from where he stood. He had seen something that interested him.

"Oh, look! It's a unicorn piggy bank.”

Tim looked at him in disbelief as he pulled him to a display case near the edge of the park and restrained himself from laughing at his boyfriend for how excited he looked about the item he had just mentioned. What did he want something like that for? Nevertheless, Bernard read the product information on the box very carefully, as if it was an important remedy he had to buy if he didn't want to die.

"I thought you already had a piggy bank.”

"You don't get it," Bernard refuted. "This one rings when you toss a coin at it!”

"Bernard…”

"Shut up, I'll go buy it.”

Bernard entered the store leaving his boyfriend dumped outside and Tim just let out a sigh that ended up turning into a soft laugh. Bernard was fantastic, every bit of him.

They had met again at a peaceful demonstration during Pride month a few years ago. Bernard was actually participating in it with some friends and Tim was just using the same subway as them. Tim was gay, yes, but it had never appealed to him to come out as gay and march on behalf of those who were like him .

Bernard, for a change, was different. If there was something he felt a part of, he stood up for it. Sometimes Tim felt that his boyfriend supported just about every group out there: animal rights, pro-abortion, members of the LGBTQ+ community, and so on. He was quite amused, actually. His boyfriend was constantly championing these causes, while he looked at them with indifference and whined about petty things that bothered him on social media.

That was still going round and round in his head.. They were so, so, so different that it seemed strange that they would get along so well together. For example, Bernard was a cooking student who loved everything related to food and how you could demonstrate love through different dishes; while Tim was a multimedia design student and kept regretting his decision, plus he didn't see the good he was doing for society and kept feeling selfish next to Bernard.

And there were many other things in which they differed. Food preferences, colors, movies, music and so much more. Sometimes he liked to try to find tastes they shared, but it was so complicated that he ended up giving up the first time.

Bernard was all about positivity and Tim was all about bitterness, but if you thought about it far-fetchedly, Tim liked bittersweet. And they were, perhaps. A bittersweet mix or, as Steph had said, blue orangeade.

He laughed at the memory of the comment his friend had made to him days before. Blue orangeade, what was he supposed to mean by that?

"There, I got my piggy bank!", shrieked Bernard, walking out of the store with a bag in his hand.

Tim smiled. He indulged Bernard's every whim, yet he would never have bought him something like that. It seemed so ridiculous to him that he couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as he saw Bernard's dazzling smile as he walked out with the item in his arms.

"What are you laughing at, I'm going to hit you.”

Tim laughed louder and Bernard accentuated the pout on his lips.

"Nothing, it's just that your unicorn amuses me," he said, smiling. “It's getting late. Do you want to go see a movie at my house?”

Bernard undid his pout and smiled with raised eyebrows.

"Are you inviting me to watch Netflix so that when we get there you can tell me that you don't actually have Netflix, but that we're going to fuck? Because if so, I accept.”

Tim let out a laugh.

"No, I was actually planning to say that I lied to you and that we would actually watch all the Marvel movies in chronological order. I already found Endgame bootlegged.”

"I refuse!" Bernard said at once. “I don't want to have you pouting over a man in metal armor. Not again. I already put up with you once over the phone after you went to see him at the movies.”

"But I'll put up with you crying over anything!” Bernard stuck out his tongue teasingly and started to laugh, but Tim frowned and pulled him close to him to catch him in a hug and give him a kiss on the lips to stop teasing. They both ended up smiling.

"All right. Then we'll watch The Hobbit, shall we?", he asked teasingly.

"Leave me out of your sappy stuff", he demanded.

"Do you prefer The Lord of the Rings?”

Bernard made a frightened face and denied.

"Which of the Marvel ones will we see first? Iron Man? I like Iron Man. Or how about Star Wars? That's also one of your sappy tastes, but it's less sappy than The Hobbit.”

Tim started laughing again and pulled Bernard close to him again to fill his face with little kisses. He really adored that boy, everything about him.

Steph was right: he was worrying about stupid things. It was impossible for them to break up, Tim wouldn't allow it. Bernard was the best part of his life and the only thing that brought him a happiness he was unable to describe in words. What did it matter if they were absolutely nothing alike? They were different from each other and that was what made them special. What made their relationship special.

They were blue orangeade, there was no doubt about it. Complementary colors that seemed totally different from each other, but together they were the most precious combination of all. They were good for each other and that would never change.

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realcube · 4 years ago

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speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked

he shook his head, keeping his lips together

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’ he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more

Kentarō Kyōtani

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

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mariesocuniverse · 4 years ago

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Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

#24th member of nct #nct 24th member #nct female oc #nct female addition #nct au #kpop female addition #nct addition #nct dream female addition #nct dream female member #nct 127 female addition #nct 127 female member

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maadorii · 4 years ago

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you’re gonna wanna be my best friend— y. itadori x gn! reader

max.note’s: this is my child, my baby and i love it. probably my favorite fic i’ve ever wrote uwu i think the ending is bit rushed but that’s i was writing this at 4am (i’m also trying out a new layout-ish so yea)

synopsis—where you and Itadori came up with the greatest, yet stupidest idea in your lives: getting married to lower your tuition cost. what could go wrong? well, there’s getting caught by the government, and then there’s potentially falling in love with your best friend.

warning/tags: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, characters aged up (18+), high school/college au, modern au, fluff & crack, megumi is the only one with a working brain cell

w. count— 3.1k

“yuuji, what’re we gonna do!?” you exclaimed, pacing around the open space of said boy’s bedroom. itadori groaned loudly from his spot on his bed, tugging at the skin underneath his eyes with him.

looking down at the bright, bold red letters of the opened email on your phone screen, you internally cried to yourself, because… fuck. this is what all the hard work all four-years of high school led up to?

25, 580 dollars worth tuition left to pay, out of pocket.

“i don’t fucking know. ...wait, do you think megumi would have an answer?” he perked up at his own, and quite frankly, idiotic idea like an excited puppy. if you squint you can see a tail wagging behind him. turning around to look at the pink headed boy, you practically leaped across the room to slap him repeatedly upside his head.

“ow– hey... ouch! what the fuck?!” itadori whined, lifting his arms up to shield himself way from your merciless assault. “yuuji, are you dumb? we cannot, for the love of god, ask megumi. he’ll probably tell us to apply for a loan or something.” you snapped.

“we’ll do that then, it can’t be that hard.”

“have you seen your credit? there’s no way we're getting approved for a loan.” you exasperated as you folded your arms across your chest, plopping yourself down next to itadori. and the both of you were left to sit in condemning silence that laid itself like a thick, winter blanket over you. itadori could’ve sworn he heard the gears turning in your head because of the stark silence.

you suddenly gasped, jumping to your feet. it was almost like a lightbulb went off on the top of your head. itadori gaped at you as your eyes lit up like stars, turning to him, it was your ‘aha’ moment. the biggest smile he’s ever seen on your face. he couldn’t help the tinge of nervousness settle in the pit of his tummy, probably for good reason.

“here me out– what if we got married?”

you and itadori meet in the lunchroom on the first day of school your freshman year of high school.

to say you meet by pure coincidence is actually a perfect explanation to describe what really went down. you remember how you sat alone at the lunch table, scrolling through your phone on social media when all of a sudden a rather energetic boy with pink hair crashed into your table. face planted in your bowl of greek yogurt. and it was the fancy kind too.

the cafeteria around you erupted in laughter at the... spontaneous display happening before you. and although you wanted to laugh (in all honesty, it was funny), the boy below hasn’t moved an inch. truthfully, you were worried.

“hey, um, are you okay?” you asked, nudging the top of his head. itadori didn’t show any sign of getting up. you nudged him a little harder, shaking his shoulder. with a gurgled grunt, itadori lifted his head from the bowl and the first thing that caught your eye was the crimson colored blood smeared along the stark white of the yogurt. there was a delirious look in his eye as if he wasn’t completely there in the real world. the laughter has long since died down, only a few strangers coming up to the table to record the aftermath.

when itadori came to, he peered up at you through his yogurt clumped eyelashes and he felt his heart tighten considerably in his chest.

“you okay? you’re... bleeding, a lot.” you asked again, gesturing to the entirety of his face. he didn’t say anything as he wiped around his nose, seeing the blood covered dairy. he looked mortified, now catching onto the stares and cameras by nosy teenagers being shoved in his face. reacting quickly, you reached out to one his unoccupied hand, gently guiding him in the direction of the nurses office. your footsteps echoed as you walked down the empty hallway, itadori following close behind you. neither of you said anything during the trip, nor when you entered the nurse’s office. it wasn’t until you had a warm wash rag against itadori’s cheek, wiping away the food and blood mixture, that he finally said something.

“i’m... sorry, for ruining your lunch...” you stopped in your tracks, left to ponder in your thoughts. he’s sitting here with a busted lip and a shattered dignity... and he’s apologizing for face planting in your yogurt?

“hey, you have bigger things to worry about. so, what’s your name?” you continued to wipe at his face, waiting for him to reply.

“yuuji itadori.” and you saw the slightest glimpse of a smile tugging at the corner of his rosy lips. you returned the smile, teeth showing.

from then on, you two were joined at the hip. there wasn’t anything you didn’t do together.

there was something about itadori that brought out the inner child in you. he was sweet, loyal and compassionate. he was a lamp to a moth– hard to resist. hard to ignore. he was your first taste of an easy going life, being able to enjoy being a kid.

on the other hand, you were the foundation he needed. you were open minded, authentic and grounded. you were the first thing in itadori’s life that felt stable. obtainable. your ambition turned into his drive; he wanted to be by your side for as long as possible.

you both were something– somebody, each other needed the most. it’s like what they say: the best people in your life come when you need them the most.

“are you two dumb or something? now, i expect this kinda thing from yuuji, but not you.”megumi quipped, left eyebrow arched in concern as he gestured towards your direction with his pencil. nobara in a similar state next to him, working on the worksheet the teacher handed out earlier. it was currently mid-way through the school day, you, itadori, megumi and nobara sat at your assigned table in statistics. it’s been about a week since your discussion with itadori about your... rather brilliant idea.

“well, that’s harsh.” itadori grumbled, flipping him off. megumi snorted as he returned the gesture. “okay, now listen! they’re explaining the thingy.”

you cleared your throat, sitting up straight to try to make yourself look dignified. “when applying for financial aid, if you’re married, we’ll be considered an independent on the document. meaning? more money!”

“okay, well that’s great and all but, you do know you’ll be responsible for each other legally? as in, medical and money expenses. what would you do if either one of you dies? ” megumi questioned. you chuckled, wrapping your arm around itadori’s neck. “i’ve been legally responsible for him since freshman year, what’ll be the difference?”

megumi rolled his eyes, burying his head in his hands. “god, you’re both so helpless.”

“you know what megumi? i hope both sides of your pillow are warm when you go to sleep tonight.” itadori gasped in shock, hand reaching up to grip the cotton fabric of the shirt he was wearing. nobara snickered behind her hand to which megumi prompted to shift in her direction, whispering something along the lines of “don’t encourage them!”

“(y/n)! you did not just say that!?”

“i sure as hell did. and i’ll say it again!” you snapped your fingers, jutting out your hip. “and they’ll say it again!” itadori said, copying your actions.

megumi and nobara only watched in pity as the two of you continued to embarrass yourself in the middle of the classroom, other classmates turning to catch a peak of the commotion.

“wait, i got one, i got one! ahem, i hope you pour yourself a nice, big bowl of cereal of— what do you eat? apple jacks? only for there to be no milk!”

you sputtered out a laugh, pounding your fist on the table. itadori was loud with laughter as well, body slung over the back of the chair.

megumi sighed, picking up his pencil to erase a mistake he spotted on his paper. he watched as the eraser smudged the lead on the paper instead of actually erasing it. watching the scene unfold before you, wheezing out another laugh, and clutching on to your stomach for relief.

“shut the fuck up, the both of you.”

graduation was only a month away.

teachers were cramming review lessons left and right. completing any last minute work to turn in. senior activities, trips, prom, and getting ready for what was to be the biggest day of your life. where all your hard work and putting up with the shitty ass public school system for 13 years will finally pay off.

at least that’s how they make it seem.

itadori was currently sitting in megumi’s living room, sprawled out on the floor like a starfish. his political science textbook laid open next to him. he’s been unusually quiet this afternoon, megumi noted when he would glance up from his own textbook in his lap.

“hey, yuuji? something the matter?”

itadori didn’t respond right away, instead, he shifted himself closer to megumi to lay his head on the other boy's lap. caught surprised by his actions, megumi tried to shove his head off but itadori being the stubborn man he was wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“god, you’re so annoying—“

“then why are you still friends with me?” his words were quick and sharp like a kitchen knife. and megumi had to take a second to pause. “is this what this is about?” itadori still hasn’t said anything, his body curling in on itself. eventually, he shook his head no.

“alright... then what’s wrong?”

megumi watched as itadori twiddled with fingers, reluctant to share his feelings with the other male. you see, the thing is that although megumi and itadori have been friends since middle school, they found it hard to share each other's feelings. especially megumi. they’ve always been the “i don’t know how to talk about my feelings so let me enjoy your company for a while?” type of friends. except for that one time.

“it’s just... i’m not so sure if i want to marry (y/n) anymore...” megumi could barely hear what itadori said, but he caught it. and color him surprised. “have you finally come to senses that it’s a stupid idea?”

“no, it’s not that–” megumi sighed internally, “–it’s just, what if our relationship changes after it’s finalized? we planned to do it after graduation a-and– it’s just a really scary thing to think about.” itadori’s voice began to warble, and megumi could feel his body tremble as the boy beneath tried to hold in his tears.

in all the years they’ve known each other, itadori has only cried once in front of him. and that was the night of his 16th birthday. because itadori didn’t come from the best home, and at the time, only megumi knew of such disclosed information.

“they said it themselves, you guys have always taken care of each other. so why do you think it’ll change things?” he gently tried to coax itadori into calming down, his hand stroking the soft tufts of his hair. thumb caressing his buzzcut. itadori sniffed, and megumi can hear the disgusting sound of snot being sucked back in his nostrils, but he refrained himself from reacting.

“b-because, i just don’t want my feelings to get in the way, ya’ know? this is simply supposed to be platonic, but it isn’t anymore. at least for me.”

and right then and there, megumi’s suspicions were confirmed. itadori did have feelings for you. more than what a best friend should have. “your feelings? and what might these feelings be, yuuji?”

“that i want to spend a very long time with them, by their side. but not as their best friend. something more than that.” he let out a shuddered exhale, and the room was engulfed with silence. megumi took this time to process what itadori said, the last four words resonating in his mind.

something more than that.

megumi shifted itadori’s body off his, moving to sit up on his own. and that’s when he saw his face for the first time; his red-brimmed eyes and how the tears clumped his willowy eyelashes together. the tremble in his lips because, damn, he’s trying so hard to hold it in.

he didn’t have anything to say– there wasn’t much to say to begin with, but megumi wrapped his arms around itadori in a hug. he felt him relax against his body, taking in the cool scent of his sweater.

“it’s okay to be scared, yuuji, but i believe... you’re smart enough to make the right decision.”

standing underneath the blazing summer heat, you stood in front of the court house waiting for itadori to show up. today was supposed to be the day, where you and itadori were to be married. it’s been thirty minutes and no itadori in sight. which is unlike him considering that he is, surprisingly, very punctual. he hasn’t even responded to any of your texts or calls, which also isn’t very much like him.

but those thirty minutes turned into an hour, that soon turned into two hours.

and to say you were angry, was a complete understatement. you were livid. and that’s how you found yourself banging on itadori’s front door, ignoring the stares of the noisy next door neighbor peeping through their window.

“yuuji! open the fucking door! i know your ass is in there, i can see your minecraft lamp turned on from your window.” you shouted, breathing heavily through your nose. there wasn’t an immediate response, only dead silence, which prompted you to raise your fist to go another round of beating up the door until the faint sound of footsteps reached the door. opening with a creak.

there stood the man of the hour, yuuji ita- fucking- dori.

“there you are! dude, what the hell happened? why didn’t you show up at the courthouse today? did you forget or...” you were quick to jump the gun, bombarding him with questions left and right.

“no... i didn’t forget.” was his reply, eye downcast to look at his sock clad feet. anywhere but your face right now.

“then what yuuji? what could’ve been so important that you decided to just forget?” you flayed your arms around like a mad man, the anger rolling off your body in waves. you knew that you weren’t necessarily being fair to him right now, you can tell by his stand-offish attitude since opening the door. but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

itadori was reluctant to answer, his legs wobbly with the anxiety running rampant in his system. he was tempted to say sorry and be done with this, but then he remembered megumi’s words.

...you’re smart enough to make the right decision.

“because... because this isn’t a good idea anymore.” now you’re more confused than angry.

“what do you mean this isn’t a good idea anymore,” you asked, placing your hand on your hip. “that's not what you said 4 months ago.”

itadori sighed, starting to feel the twinge of annoyance in the tips of his fingers. he was starting to regret his choice of words. “i know what i said 4 months ago. but now 4 months later, i’ve changed my mind.”

you wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t muster a bubble of it in your system. was he for real right now?

“oh really? and why do you say that?”

“it’ll change everything.” the reply was short. straight to the point.

“what? no, it won’t! don’t be silly, we’ll still be best friends!” you try to muse, but itadori wasn’t budging. his face was disdained, detached from the world. the answer was sitting on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t ready to say it. especially in front of you.

taking in his physique, your mind started to slow. you didn’t want to go there but you couldn’t help it. it was only natural, right?

he’s been off putting since the graduation ceremony two weeks ago. he was so bright and happy that day, shoving his diploma in megumi’s face a numerous number of times. you remember the scream he let out when your name was called to walk across the stage of the arena. how embarrassed you felt as you did so, but a twinge of giddy happiness filled your chest. because he was calling out your name. your heart always did leap with joy when his attention was on you, and only you. the way he had you wrapped around his finger, without him even knowing. it takes you back to when you two first met, how you were so captivated by his amber eyes. the sudden urge to be there. to always be there and to be more.

so... “do you not like me anymore? is this what this is about now?” it came out a whispered, and itadori was shocked nonetheless. now what were you talking about?

“what, no! of course i still like you!” you almost laughed at how quickly he responded.

“then why? why did you–”

“i just didn’t want to make things awkward between us! i didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my... stupid feelings.” glancing up, you can see the slightest tint of pink on the roundness of his cheeks. awkward? ruin?

you took a step forward, your hand reaching to hold his. kindly, thumbing his knuckles with your thumb. the way he always liked it.

“yuuji, your feelings are never stupid. i’m your best friend–” with a frustrated huff, itadori ripped his hand away from yours.

“but that’s the thing though! best friend this and best friend that– what if i don’t want to be your best friend anymore, hm? what if–” make the right decision, “what if i want to be more than that?”

more than that?

“you want to be more than friends? is what you’re saying.” itadori can almost feel himself shit his pants.

that giddy feeling that always erupted whenever you were around him expanded ten fold. you’ll be damned: your best friend of four and a half years, was in love with you. the smile that you struggled to fight bloomed with mirth on your face. and itadori followed suit, reaching out to hold your hand once more.

not much needed to be said, the smile on your face was enough for him to put it all together. for once, he was actually smart enough to make a decision. a good one at that.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #itadori yuuji #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #itadori fluff #itadori x gn reader #jjk itadori

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years ago

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Chapter twenty: The Dance

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, Oikawa being a complete ass, physical violence, angst

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Third Person Pov 9:30pm

Oikawa pulled into the y/l/n’s house. He exited his car as he approached the door. He did a quick reflection check and pushed his hair around and fixed his suit.

“You’re a hottie, you got this, tonight IS the night.” He said to his reflection. He then knocked on the door. At first there was no answer. So he knocked again. He pulled out his phone and tried to call Mei on it, but just to his luck, no response. The door opened but the sisters father was left standing in front of him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, we met once,”

“I remember, that teen boy who smells like a teen sex magnet.” He cut Oikawa off.

“Umm okay… Is Mei home?” He asked, trying to ignore his previous comment on his smell.

“No and if she was I still would not let her out with you again.”

“Sir I assure you I am a good guy who just wants to treat her right.”

“I see your kind everyday in the hospital I work at. The type to get someone pregnant and then run while they are giving birth and never look back.”

“That is oddly specific, but I must assure you I am not interested in that stuff right n-” Before Oikawa could finish his sentence the door was slammed in his face.

“Okay wow that was rude.” He said to himself walking down the front steps back to his car. He checked his phone for more time before leaving. Atsumu had sent him an image. Oikawa opened it only to see Mei and Yamaguchi dancing together, holding onto one another even. He felt himself get angry. He tossed his phone aside and pulled out of the driveway heading to the dance.

At the dance already- Third person pov

Tendou walked up to the door with his arm entangled with Y/n’s. He seemed to be a little nervous. Nothing anyone could see upon first glance, but definitely something the other monsters were aware of. Tendou swallowed a lump in his throat as they entered inside, to look over the dance floor.

“Do you wanna dance?” Y/n said louder then she normally would speak to him.

“Yeah let’s do it babe.” She seemed to not even notice the nerves he was dealing with.

They made their way down to the dance floor and Tendou did the best he could to Oikawa and his goons at this time. Not seeing Oikawa yet he assumed it was safe for now, but seeing Yamaguchi dancing with Y/n’s younger sister, he could only guess Oikawa would be angry with them and him. Tendou was not afraid of Oikawa in any way, but he was afraid he would tell y/n before he got a chance to tell you himself.

Just as y/n was laughing and staring up at Tendou with the utmost love, a slow song started to play.

“I hate slow songs at dances,” She began to say, “They make me feel like I’m the main character of some cheesy ass romance movie.”

“Well you are.” He said back as she leaned down, resting her head on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” She said just loud enough for him to hear.

“You are the main character in my romance story.” Her body stiffened with this remark as he leaned down leaving a kiss on her forehead. “You don’t have to worry, you know me Y/n. You can trust me, I promise.” Just as he was finished saying that the song ended and he saw Oikawa as he rushed through the crowd heading right up to her younger sister.

Tendou pulled you away,

“Can we go get some air in the room over there? It’s just a bit hot in here that's all.” Y/n nodded her head in agreement as she followed close behind. She never let go of his hand the whole way there.

Still on the dance floor, Mei and Yamaguchi were having a wonderful time. Oikawa grabbed Yamaguchi harshly as he ripped him apart from Mei.

“What the fuck Mei!” He shouted. People around them moved back to either give more space or witness the drama unfold.

“Oikawa go away! I am not interested in you anymore!”

“Did your bitch sister tell you more lies about me?” He asked as she reached up and slapped him as hard as she could.

“YOU BITCH!” He shouted as Yamaguchi pushed her behind him. Tsukishima and Shirabu showed up in perfect time to stand next to Yamaguchi, knowing how intimidated Oikawa would become. He looked Mei directly in the eyes and yelled,

“That's fine. You were an expensive whore anyways. You weren't worth my time or money. Have fun being a nobody the rest of your life bitch.” Before anyone knew what was happening, Yamaguchi threw a fist and connected it directly to Oikawa’s face. “What th FUCK!” He said as he tossed a punch right back into Yamaguchi’s stomach, knocking him onto the cold floor.

“You dick!” Mei said. She then punched Oikawa hard in the eye. “That’s for Yamaguchi,” She then punched him again. “That’s for y/n.” Next she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in a hunched over position, kneeing him in the balls, “And that’s for me asshole!” On that note he fell to the floor. Atsumu and Iwaizuimi came and helped him up and after a minute he was fine. He got the two guys to follow him on the hunt for Tendou.

In the other room of the dance, Y/n and Tendou were doing your own thing and having a great time. The two of you laughed as you rested on the railing that looked down on the floor below.

Oikawa entered the room, his two goons as Tendou called them, following right on his trail. He noticed the two about to kiss as he then spoke up.

“What the absolute fuck Tendou!”

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to?” Tendou said back, already in front of you as to protect you.

“I didn’t pay you to take out this psycho bitch for her whore sister to come with someone else.” Y/n’s head snapped into Oikawa’s direction.

“Fuck off Oikawa.” He said, noticeably angry at that point.

“What the fuck does he mean pay you?” Y/n asked Tendou.

“Oh you didn’t think this was real did you Y/n? You really think anyone would willingly go out with you without being paid did you?” Oikawa asked with full intent to hurt coming through his words adding a conniving laugh to the end of his words.

“He’s lying right Satori?” You asked, voice on the verge of being broken then.

“I-” Tendou stuttered, he took a deep breath before he carried on.”I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did Y/n.”

“So it’s true?” She no longer attempted to hide her tears in that moment. She turned to run away as Tendou grabbed her wrist.

“Please, let me explain first?” He asked her.

“Go to hell Satori!” She said as she ripped her arm from him and ran down the stairs.

Tendou turned to the three guys who had just remained still in front of him.

“You three have just made some powerful enemies.” Tendou stated as he pulled out his phone. The other three fled as they knew the Monsters were now on their way there.

As for y/n, she called Shirabu who had grabbed the other and took her home in Tsukishima’s car. They all sat around y/n’s room after they had just changed from their fancy clothes. Y/n sat in the windowcell, with her head rested upon the glass. She looked out upon the moonlight wondering how such a thing could come to be.

Y/n felt a buzz on her phone as she picked it up. She didn’t recognize the number but the message read;

I know I messed up but I just want to talk to you, please.

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An: I have been honestly so excited to write this part and the ones after for some time now UwU

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leviathans-watching · 4 years ago

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False Dichotomy// XIII: food for thought

False Dichotomy: when a situation is presented as ‘either/or’ but there is at least one additional logically valid option

As a childhood friend of Oikawa and Iwaizumi and manager of the Aoba Johsai Boys Volleyball Club, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. You know you like both of them, but you resolve to keep the feelings hidden, knowing staying friends is better than either having to choose one or losing your friendship with them both (an iwaizumi x reader x oikawa smau)

masterlist // XII: hey cutie // XIII: food for thought // XIV: not them being mutuals on twitter

wc: 1k

You checked everything off, one more time, praying that the team dinner wouldn’t be too much of a disaster.

Granted, you were cooking up a scheme, so to say, so at least one thing was

going to go wrong, but hopefully, you wouldn’t end up drenched like last time.

You couldn’t deny your nervousness- you were still a little iffy about the whole Terushima thing, but really, there was no going back now.

You would probably been a bit more comfortable with at least knowing what Terushima looked like, but at least he had agreed to let you know when he was going to make his move.

(And how could he? This was crazy, even by your standards.)

“Everything all right?” Oikawa asked, looking over at you for a second.

“Oh, yep!” You smiled thinly at him, debating whether sitting on your hands would be a subtle way to stop wringing them. “Just hoping I won’t have to throw my shirt out by the end of tonight.”

Not buying it, Oikawa pursed his lips. “Ok, well, you’d tell me if there was something up, right?”

“Duh,” you scoff, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.

“Good.” Oikawa pulls into the restaurant parking lot, parking next to Iwaizumi’s mom’s car. Obviously, he had borrowed it for the night.

The two of you strolled into the restaurant, easily finding your team’s table. They were sat in a booth, unfortunately, and you waited for Oikawa to slide in before you sat down, securing yourself a spot on the end.

“Where’s Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked, scanning the table. With a jolt, you noticed he wasn’t there.

“Bathroom,” Kunimi said, not even looking up from his phone.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you fished it out, oh high alert. It was just Mattsun.

“Who’re you texting, y/n-chan?” Oikawa asked, leaning over to look at your phone. You turned it off, something you rarely did in front of him, something he undoubtedly noticed. “Just my mom.”

Mattsun, noticing, cut in. “Oh, there’s Iwaizumi. Scoot over to make room for him, y/n.”

Giving Mattsun a glare, you moved towards Oikawa best you could, ending up sandwiched between them.

The waiter swung by, grabbing your drink orders, and soon you were all engaged in conversations.

A couple of times you had to remind them to lower the volume, but overall, the boys seemed on their best behavior.

Once food orders were taken, you took a few photos of everyone, laughing at Oikawa’s exaggerated poses.

Thankfully, the food didn’t take too long to arrive, but before you could even take a bite, your phone buzzed.

A quick checks showed it was Terushima.

Not even 30 seconds later, someone approached the table. Looking up, your eyes actually widened as you took him in.

Bleached-blond hair, sharp features, and a devilish smile that lingered on the edge of his lips.

“Can we help you?” Iwaizumi asked, looking up at him.

“Oh, I’m not here for you.” Terushima ran his hand through his hair. “I’m here for them. Say, cutie, you’re looking pretty good. Want to ditch the rest of these losers and come hang out with me? The name’s Terushima, by the way.”

Ducking your head, you surpressed a smile. “Well, I don’t know, it’s a team dinner.”

“What sport?”

“Volleyball,” Oikawa answered for you, sliding closer.

“Oh yeah? I play. Maybe of you to get with me I can show you a real game.” Terushima’s tongue piercing clacked against his teeth.

You laughed, a non-committal reply that Iwaizumi surely caught, if the way his fists tightened against his side was any indication.

“Well,” Terushima sighed. “If you can’t let me whisk you away now, can I at least get your number?”

You barely caught the pen he tossed at you, but went on to scrawl your number (your real one, since both Oikawa and Iwaizumi were watching closely), and,

for good measure, and XOXO.

Terushima took the proffered napkin, tucking it into his pocket with a wink. He then walked off, leaving everyone speechless.

“You actually gave him your number?” Oikawa asked, and you shrugged, taking a bite of your food.

“What? He was-“

Makki interrupted. “Hot?”

“No! Well, yes,” you admitted, much to Oikawa’s loud dismay. “But I was going to say charming.”

“Oooh~” Mattsun teased. “Y/n’s got a boyfriend!”

Everyone laughed, most of the tension dissipating. You looked up, and Kyotani was staring at you, with a look that clearly read “we’ll talk about this later”.

The rest of the dinner passed normally, and soon, checks were being asked for. The money used to pay for the team dinners usually came out of club funds, something you had the card for, so the receipt went to you.

Scanning it, you saw it was less than you had expected.

Seeing your look of confusion, the waiter answered your unasked questions. “Oh, one of the meals was payed for by a guy from another table. Bleached hair, Teru-something.”

That wasn’t part of the plan. You’d have to pay him back.

“Well, that’s uh, nice of him,” you manage, handing over the card. The time waiting for the card back was spent in silence, but you saw Makki and Mattsun’s barely concealed grins.

XIV: not them being mutuals on twitter

a/n: god my brain melts for teru i’m not even sorry 😩🤚

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bugsy-maria · 4 years ago

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Tenth Doctor x Reader

(Y/N)'s POV

I sat on my bed waiting for my bad connection to just magically get better. The google meeting popped up and popped up with the, "Contact your system administrator for more information" screen again. I swear the hardest thing so far has been not getting a good enough internet connection. I groaned in frustration for the hundredth time this morning. The sounds of London's busy street sounded in the distance, the sound of cabbies being hauled coming from outside my window was less than distant though. My neighbor shot bullets at the wall earlier this morning causing me to wake up, but I think he went out on a case a while ago as it's too quiet in his flat. Ahh, the sounds of Baker Street never get old.

I live in a flat with my mother and brother, who are some of the hardest people to talk to I swear. I slammed my computer shut. I gripped locks of my hair and pulled, not too hard but just enough to let my stress out. My breath caught in my throat as I heard a noise. A noise that only a few words can describe. The first one to pop into my head is, 'whooping' but maybe 'mysterious' could work too. I looked to where the noise was coming from. My hands still tangled in my hair.

In the corner of my room, through my fingers, I saw a blue box that said 'police public call box'. It was one that I only saw in a television show I watched as a kid. TARDIS I think it was called. A time machine that could also take you anywhere in the universe. And, if im correct, this box comes with a man inside. Upon remembering my fascinations with this man and box, I leaped into the air and off my bed, causing me to hit the floor with a thud.

My feet captured within my covers. I Quickly untangle myself and stumbled across the floorboards. I stood up straight and dusted myself off as I stood in front of the tardis blue doors. I pushed on them, I was half expecting them to be locked. Once opened, I looked inside with amazement, It looked different than what I remember. I saw a man in the center, at the control panel. I stepped in, and as soon as I did the TARDIS started to shake. I fell to the ground, and I fell hard.

"Finally!" a shout from the man came. I shakingly pushed myself up. I stood up leaning against the railing.

"Huh, so it is real." the astonishment got more and more prominent toward the end of the sentence. The man quickly turned around. I let go of the railing and continued looking at the scenery.

"What are you doing in here?!"

"What were you doing in my room?" I questioned and started walking to the middle, where the man of my fantasies stood.

"It was an accident."

"Then me being here is also an accident," I stated. My hand guiding on the rail around the console.

"Don't touch anything!" he shouted as he ran up to me and moved me to sit on the companion seat.

"I'm tacking you back home."

"No!" I shouted, "There's still so many things I need to see, doctor!" I pleaded while I landed on the holey ground. This has been my dream from when I was a kid, and there was no way an 800-year-old alien was gonna take that away from me.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, getting his screwdriver out from the inside pocket in his suit coat.

"Oh please, it's not your name it's your title. And I know that because you're on the telly sometimes. Though I don't know which generation you are." I spoke knowingly yet curious.

"Tenth, im taking you home." "But-"

"Now." his stern voice roared (RAWR X3 nuzzles pounces on you UwU you're so warm) and his stern face glared in my direction. I slumped back into the companion's seat with a torn look sketched onto my face. I hear him click and bang a couple of things before resting one hand on the panel and the other lost within his locks.

"So does that mean I can stay?" I asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not. once I get her fixed, you're going back where you came from," he said while grabbing a red toolbox from the ground and walking to the other side of the shining teal pillar, and hopping through the rails. I bounced up off the chair and to the doors. "Don't you open those doors!" he shouted.

of course, I didn't listen, I mean why would I? this is a once in a lifetime experience. I swung the doors open and saw a scene that I couldn't put into words. but I'll try. the ground was a reddish-orange colour and the sky a bright green with a red sun-like object resting over the horizon. the terrain was mountainous. in the distance, I saw something that looked like a village. I closed the doors behind me and ran. it was a good minute or two before I reached where the village was.

the streets were decorated in star-designed banners and were crowded with aliens of different species buying things that went along with the star/space theme. I continued to squeeze my way through the people. I saw a line leading to a stadium. wanting to know what was in there I quickly joined. the wait wasn't nearly as long as the line so I got in pretty quick.

I took a seat and saw the sky had changed into a dark purple. I saw billions of stars, hundreds of galaxies, and so many nebulas I couldn't count them. my jaw dropped at the most beautiful sight.

"There you are, I told you-" I looked at the voice and saw the doctor. I knew that he was going to be mad at me but I was too happy to care. "Why are you crying?" he asked, taking a seat next to me. my head tilted as I moved my hand up to my face, and sure enough, I felt tears.

"I'm just so happy I guess," I said with a closed-eyed smile. I looked back up to the stars, ever since I was a kid all I wanted to do was travel the stars before my dad died whenever there was a meteor shower or the milky way could be seen or even when you could see the planets in the night sky, we would always go to the middle of nowhere and camp to see the stars in all of there glory.

"They're just stars." I heard the doctor say, in the corner of my eye I could see him staring up at them too.

"They may be stars to you but to me, this is my childhood dream come true." I said with a large smile. " you know how I said you would be on a show in the telly? I would stay awake all night dreaming of the day that you would pop up in my room and id run away from my life and see the stars with you. that's why I didn't want to go back home." I looked at him through teary eyes, "I just wanted to see the stars and galaxies and all of the nebulas up close. to travel the stars just like my dad wanted." I smiled so wide while tears streamed down my face fast and into my mouth. he looked at me and gave me a one-armed hug, pulling me close to him.

we stayed like that for hours, watching the stars. he pointed at them and told me the name and stories of each one, along with the planets beyond them. I fell asleep on his shoulder and woke up in one of the rooms in the TARDIS. I was surprised that I was even there still. I was sure that he would have brought me home by now.

I got up from the bed and quickly put on my shoes, and walked out to the console room.

"Oh! Good you're up!" he jumped up and down, "So where to now! I heard that the planet Hat-P-7b is in rain season this time of year, oh or we could even go to J1407b, they have amazing crapes, though they don't call it crapes..." he went on and on about the planets we could go to. to say the least, I was happy. too happy that I was scared it was a dream. "So, where to?" he asked, leaning forward waiting for my answer.

"Somewhere amazing," I said with a smile, excited for the adventures that I was going to have with this man.

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krisdreaming · 5 years ago

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hey kristin!!! i just saw your post ah wanting fluffy reqs! can i request iwa on a date w his s/o that he’s been with for a while but the blushy-ness never fades away for him?? i hope that made sense! have a great day!

uwu omg of course! This is such a cute concept, esp for Iwa ;-;

You arrive at the festival just as twilight is beginning to fall. The streets and the stands and the bustle of people surrounding you are all bathed in the golden light. Hajime reaches for your hand, and you gladly take it, turning to smile at him.

“It sure is nice to be back in Miyagi, isn’t it?” He asks, giving your hand a squeeze and ducking his head a little closer to yours so that you can hear him over the hum of conversation surrounding you.

“Definitely,” You nod, taking in the sights around you as the two of you begin to walk. You’re back home on a break from college, and you’re planning to spend most of the trip revisiting some of your old haunts.

“This kind of reminds me of those old Seijou school festivals,” You giggle, your mind going back to second year and the first real date you’d gone on with him. Oikawa, Makki, and Mattsun had been trailing you most of the evening, and you could tell how annoyed he’d been even though he’d tried so hard to hide it. Despite that, he’d still held your hand the whole time, bought you taiyaki, and kissed you at the end of the night. As you remember it, you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening.

“Yeah,” He laughs softly, turning his head in hopes that you won’t notice the slight flush dusting his cheeks, “Sure feels like forever ago, doesn’t it?”

“In some ways,” You muse, slightly swinging your linked hands between the two of you. He looks back at you, then, something soft in his expression when he smiles at you. Even after all these years, that smile still makes something twist in your middle.

“You want taiyaki?” He asks then, giving your hand a tug. You nod, and he already has his hand in his pocket, reaching for his wallet. When you finally have the treat in your hand, you hum happily to yourself, letting the pastry melt on your tongue.

“Want a bite?” You turn to him, extending the half-eaten treat his way.

He shrugs, “Maybe just one,” He leans in, taking a large bite and chewing contentedly.

“You couldn’t have taken a smaller bite?” You ask, only half-teasing. He smiles at you, cheeks still slightly puffed out from the pastry still in his mouth.

“Who paid for this?” He asks after he swallows, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and you shove his shoulder.

“You could’ve bought one for yourself,” You chide gently, laughing when he rolls his eyes. Instead of answering, he takes your hand again and pulls you a little closer.

“I’m really glad we could come here tonight,” He says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Me too,” You nod, popping the last bite of the taiyaki in your mouth, “Feels kind of like we’re recreating our first date,” You add.

He huffs out a short laugh at that. “Yeah, but I sure don’t feel as nervous now as I did then.”

“Aw. You were nervous because of little old me?” You giggle, and he looks down at the ground, giving his head a slight shake.

“Of course I was,” He looks back at you, and it’s a little darker now, but you can still make out his slight blush, “You were perfect, I didn’t want to screw anything up.”

“Were?” You quirk an eyebrow.

He shakes his head, smile growing on his face. “Are,” He corrects, stopping you with a tug on your hand and leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “And sometimes I still feel like I did on that first date, like I’m terrified to screw this up,” He admits, and then starts walking again as though he hadn’t said a word.

You laugh softly. “I don’t think there’s any danger of that,” You stop him this time, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

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1800sunaarinn · 5 years ago

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ADULT TRIO + TORTURER READER

anon asks

hiii! and thanks for enjoying my writing, idk idk i always feel like i can’t write for shit lmaoo. not even going cap, i legit got chills when i read this ask, this definitely right up my alley!! pls enjoy, anon!! :)

tw. torture, manipulation, uwu.

♰ Chrollo Luclifer

pause.

you were dangerously cute, so cute that you bordered on looking naïve. seriously, chrollo could spend hours eloquently describing how cute you were, how your actions made you even cuter, and how your words made you cuter than cuter. mans could even spend hours explaining how naïve you were. and, he could spend even more hours explaining just as eloquently that you were a manipulator.

both in nen abilities and mentality. god, you were a literal demon disguised as an angel, or something. you look cute, spoke cute, acted cute, but those hands were not cute. those soft hands have ended lives, have taken out eyeballs, yank teeth, broke bones, ripped out things that should definitely stay inside the body.

it was scary, but to chrollo, it was sexy. besides the point.

the first time he encountered your torture session was three years ago, when you had joined the phantom troupe as a pseudo member. you were an incredible informant, better than their last one.

when chrollo had left the base with his usual entourage of machi and pakunoda, it had been quiet as mouse. upon returning, he could hear the horrified and pained screams a few kilometers away.

chrollo’s first thought. feitan was torturing someone.

chrollo’s first sight. their sweet little informant torturing someone.

wait, stop the mfing music. [F/N] torturing someone?!?!

his initial reaction was to be frozen in shock, but doesn’t appear as if he was actually in shock by the events unfolding before him.

once he processed the entire thing, he could only stare for a few seconds in morbid fascination before it donned on him that you, [F/N], was actually torturing someone.

but what officially ko’ed him, was the expression on your face.

you looked completely frazzled, hair frizzy, clothes ruffled and spotted with blood. your eyes were wide like plates, pupils so tiny. the skin underneath your eyes dark and bruised. but it was the excitedly wide and sadistic smile on your face that caused him to actually sweatdrop.

chrollo was a refined young man, but seeing you look nothing like the cutesy naïve girl you had was a whole lot of shocking.

when the man had gave one last scream of pure, unadulterated fear, you had ended his life with a slow tug of his heart, pulling it free from his chest. it took a few seconds for him to truly die, you swinging his heart in front of his face with haunting giggles.

you had turned then, meeting chrollo’s eyes, appearance changing in a blink of an eye. you were back to looking cutesy, clothes clean and hair groomed. if you still weren’t holding the man’s heart, chrollo wouldn’t have known that you had just tortured someone to death.

“oh, dancho!” you had smile a true heart tugging smile, eyes forming little smiles as well. “i didn’t see you there~”

“yeah...” chrollo had trailed off, looking behind you and toward the dead man. “what’d he do?”

“hm, i want some cake. do you want cake, dancho?” you asked, before shrugging. “i’ll tell you everything over cake, pinkie promise!”

chrollo could only follow after you.

and, even now, three years later with you as his girlfriend. watching you torture someone will always cause him to sweatdrop.

he lowkey feared you.

🃏 Hisoka Morow

wait.

hisoka in a relationship with a girl who looks way too innocent to even know what —inter 🤢 interco— 🤢 intercourse🤮 is!! now that’s a sight to see.

first off, no one’s going to believe that hisoka, resident bitch clown, could bag someone like you. hell, you can’t even believe it because he is a bitch. b i c t h!

but anyways. hisoka thinks torturing is too slow, too drawn out for him, he likes fast pace things, like fights, and sex. but if it really came down to it, hisoka wouldn’t be opposed to some quality time torturing.

it was supposed to be a normal day, you know? hisoka actually showing up to the area to fight, and to secure his place in the two hundreds. you know, the usual. popping up at your house unexpectedly, and uninvited, was a normal thing. he even had a key.

but what wasn’t normal was hearing screams coming from your house, it was faint and you had to be up on your front door to hear it, but hisoka had good ass hearing.

the screams only grew louder as he entered the house, stalked around a bit to found it and then locating you and your victim in the basement.

you had a basement???! hisoka was bamboozeled.

but, no. what had him shivering his timbers, was you. his cutie pie girlfriend, looking not so cutie pootie anymore with frazzled hair and dark bruised eyes. covered in blood and wearing a bloodthirsty smile that put his to shame.

no, wait,

hold up

let him move his bangs real quick

...

nah, he saw that right

his initial reaction being “hah? why didn’t you invite me, [F/N]-chan, so rude~”

actually processed what the hell just happened. instant turn on. pervert face on, moaning immediately!

not only did you get a fright for your life, but the poor man you were torturing looked scared, disgusted and scared even more.

“oh, hisoka! hi!” you gave the man the biggest eye smile with a cutesy flustered expression, actually hearts and sparkles exploding around you. you didn’t even give the poor man a last thought before you sliced his neck so deep, his head nearly fell from his shoulders.

“what are you doing~” he had practically moaned.

“well, i’ll tell you over cake!” you all but skipped over to him, snatching his hand and bounding up the stairs for cake!

he’s totally using torture as a form of spicing up y’all’s sex lite. damn, perv.

📍Illumi Zoldyck

as the wife of a zoldyck, your ass better know how to torture. literally, it’s a requirement.

but, illumi had thought he would have to teach you how to torture. and how to kill, and how to manipulate, and how to do everything it require to become the best assassin wife.

you see, he was definitely fooled by your cutesy, naïveté act. your innocent smiles, glossy words, and dreamy stares. yes, that was it. you, a fine manipulator yourself, had fooled an even better manipulator.

poor dude was so confused when it came time to teach you how to torture.

like sorry dude, but you’ll be showing illumi a few pointers on which nerve is the quickest to receive a knee jerk scream.

his initial reaction was so stale. all he said was oh and looked on with the same dead fish eyed look.

processing... processing... completed.

“oh, oh! this is good, i don’t have to waste time teaching you.” the man sounded cheery, but he looked so dead.

you strived to have that sorta of resting bitch face.

you see, illumi can also make the weirdest, bizarre, downright ugly faces when it comes to actually releasing his bloodlust. so, seeing your features convert into something out of a horror movie only left him feeling a bit tingly.

why was he feeling tingly? what does it mean?,?!,

he lowkey enjoyed the way you lost yourself when torturing someone. you looked absolutely horrifying, and your sweet tone only added to the affect and your nen abilities working on your victim’s mind only strived to make you even more terrifying.

proud

this man was actually feeling proud of his wife

gah dayum 👨🏾‍🦳!! he found the right one, ladies it’s a wrap.

he definitely demanded little assassin babies.

like,,,,

“who taught you how to torture?” he had asked.

“a friend from my home city, he was so aggressive for such a tiny man.” you had answered absentmindedly, before bursting into horrible giggles as the man gave his last scream.

O.O —.— O.O, that type of beat.

“can we get cake?” you had turned to look at him then, smiling cutely.

“after we have intercourse. i want children, now.”

^.^ -> o.0 “hah???”

📍. 11/20/15

note — i hope you liked it. i absolutely hate the word intercouse, oh my god 😭

#illumi 📍#hisoka 🃏#chrollo ♰#hxh #adult trio #hxh scenarios #hxh headcanons #hxh imagines #hxh illumi #hxh hisoka #hxh chrollo #illumi imagine #hisoka imagine #chrollo imagine #tw.torture 🍴#tw.manipulation 😈

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marigoldthoughts · 5 years ago

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rent free pt.11

wifi

[on discord call] y- you k- kenma

K- Hello gardener

Y- picking weeds is fun you're just lazy

K- somethings wrong with you.. i just know it

Y- ITS RELAXING!!

K- TO YOU!

Y- whatever, you probably have like tense ass shoulders since you don't like to relax

K- my shoulders are incredibly un-tense, thank you very much gardener

Y- you're welcome mister uh… stress

K- PFFT- mister stress?

Y- SHUT- let's just move on

K- hm alright.. So how have you and Kuroo been?

Y- oh yeah.. that's not… a thing anymore

K- oh? I thought you really liked him?

Y- yeah I did, I thought I was playing around but I started to fall for him

K- so why aren't you talking anymore?

Y- well... you know what happened last year, and looking back at it now its not really a big deal, but I really don't want it to happen again.. especially since we aren't in the same grade and live 5 hours away from each other

K- you shouldn't compare the two.. The only thing they have in common is that they’re older than you

Y- I guess, but it doesn't matter anyway, I saw some girl comment on his post and it seemed kinda flirty.. I don't want to be just another girl that he's entertaining, and I really don't want to get played again..

Y- hey why'd you stop running?

K- hm? Oh uh my friend texted me I just have to text him back real quick

No one texted Kenma, well the volleyball group chat was probably going crazy, but he had muted them as soon as he got added. Kuroo had also texted him about an hour ago… eh it's fine he'll text back eventually. The real reason Kenma had stopped playing was to check Kuroo’s instagram. It's not like Kuroo to text a girl at all, so texting two was out of the question. Hm.. that's weird, there's nothing there. The only comments under his recent post were from the guys on the team and his sister. God, you could be really dense sometimes, getting upset over a comment from his sister. If you had taken the time to look through her pictures you would've seen a family photo that Kuroo is tagged in.

Kenma noticed that Kuroo hadn’t been on his phone as much recently on the ride home, mostly because he kept pestering him while he tried to play his game. He never planned on meddling in yours and Kuroo’s relationship, if anything he wanted to stay far from it. He loves you both, but the fact that his closest friends had started talking to each other made him anxious. Most of this worries about your relationship came from the possibility of you discovering that he’s applepi. Sure he’d like to meet you eventually, but for now he's content with the way things are. Whenever Kuroo begins to talk about you he makes sure to keep his answers short and simple, nothing out of the ordinary really. Putting a name and a face to the person he's told his worst insecurities to was odd, there was a sense of comfort in the anonymity of it all. At least his identity was still a mystery to you.

He thought that if you and Kuroo stopped talking he'd be relieved, the chances of him meeting you would drop significantly. Selfishly Kenma wanted to change the subject, you’d forget about Kuroo eventually right? It wasn't a big deal anyway… So why did he feel so guilty? He could tell you right now that Kuroo isn't flirting with anyone else, that he talks about you nonstop, shit he's even asked Nekomata about setting up a training camp soon so he could see you again. But then you’d know who he really is, you'd be able to put a face to the late night talks, the secrets.

Y- ohh okay i thought you froze

K- please, my wifis not as shitty as yours

Y- okay it cuts off SOMETIMES but that's not my fault

K- our definitions of sometimes are drastically different

Y- you are SO dramatic it's not that bad

K- huh? Sorry i can't hear you, i think your shitty wifis acting up again

Y- no its not

Y- ..hello..

Y- ...hellooo..

Y- aw shit..

K- gotcha

Y- YOU ASS

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mainviper · 4 years ago

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I’ve read your yoru x Phoenix headcanons and they’re great UwU can I get maybe a one shot of them? Of any situation thxxxxx

Sorry for being late anon, but here it is! I hope you like it!

Yoru x Phoenix - Midnight Pretenders

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Yoru was cold. After years frozen, his body intensely sought the heat, the sun, the fire ... Maybe that's why being close to Phoenix was so good. Not that he thought of his colleague in any other way than Platonic, of course.

He repeated to himself that the presence of the other duelist warmed him only by his powers, his radiant incendiary part, his fire and nothing else.

But the longer the two got together, the desire arose in the samurai. He would never admit it in front of others, he didn’t intend to declare himself, he didn’t want these feelings to continue. He had a mission, that didn’t involve Phoenix's gaze, nor his comfortable arms, nor his scent that resembled a sunny morning. Distractions wouldn’t be allowed, finding his people was his focus and then, well, then he could THINK about what he would do.

But the colleague's room was next to his. And one night a scream echoed from the other duelist's room, taking his focus off, messing with his mind, worrying him. He didn't think twice, didn't want to use the door and just launched his teleport from the balcony and quickly reached the side of Phoenix's bed.

Another scream. But this time because he was surprised by his friend, not by the nightmare he just had. The Brit rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, waiting for the questions or a sarcastic comment from the Japanese.

That didn’t happen.

He just sat down, also calming down and waiting for the other to speak and tell the story behind his nightmare. Because Yoru knew, he also heard things from his past, understood that almost all radiant people suffered from this confusion and lack of control at certain times. The things that he saw, that he dreamed and felt, only God knows the panic that ran in his veins every time the memories of when he woke up came back.

- I-I was there, at school again.

The voice was quiet, Yoru came closer to him and tapped the colleague on the shoulder, encouraging him to continue.

- And it was horrible, my friends burned to death and I couldn't stop and everything was on fire and ... and ... I was blind.

It wasn’t possible to explain the lack of control they felt, only suffering to know. Yoru dreamed of his ancestors and had fits of fury, seeing them being knocked down one by one while he was trapped without being able to shout, unable to help or seek help. His battle brothers falling down beside him, his companions fighting bravely and dying.

- I know how it is, take a deep breath and try to calm down.

Going out was the best option. Before it got too personal, before he got any closer to Phoenix and did something he would deny until death the next morning, it was better to put aside any interaction with him and not give any kind of emotional openness to the other duelist.

Maybe he would have done that, if Phoenix hadn't held his hand.

- Please stay.

He stayed.

- You don't have to say anything.

He didn’t.

- I don't wanna be alone.

Perhaps just a little longer, he would sit on the bed and wait for time to pass until his colleague fell asleep again. And watched the Brit, waited for some sign of fear or resistance in his sleep, but nothing happened.

He was handsome when he slept. - Yoru thought.

This room was cozy, in warm tones that made everything look more comfortable than the blue of his room. There were things out of place, things written on a desk and the famous jacket was propped up on the chair. Pictures decorated the shelves, some with strangers, others with agents. One however caught his attention, was facing the bed and in it, him, in his first training session with Phoenix, the later smiling beside and congratulating him.

The day they met. The day that Yoru felt the sun in a long time, his face seemed distant but he knew that his self in the photo was very happy with the result. That would be a good memory when all was over, the moments with new friends and especially the moments with him.

- You can have it.

A quick expression of astonishment followed by shame passed over the japanese face. He denied it, but the friend insisted.

- I have another one, in my drawer.

This time his expression was one of questioning.

- In case it ends up burning ... You never know ...

- W-Why?

Phoenix had no intention to answer . Maybe he didn't want to be that vulnerable, but as the other had appeared in the middle of the night in his room and the chances of a genuine moment between them happening again were low, he looked deeply into the confused eyes and said:

- I don't know why, but I care a lot about you.

For a moment he almost regretted saying it.

- Just "care"? Nothing else ?

Something rose up inside the samurai's chest, a genuine happiness that answered his questions. So he wasn't the only interested, so Phoenix wanted him too ... How curious.

And the Brit swallowed hard as he watched Yoru come slowly towards him. He felt like a prey about to be devoured, but in his mind he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Phoenix was also anxiously waiting for any sign of interest from the other duelist, he could barely contain himself when he sat very close to his body and leaned over.

- I-I want you.

Yoru smiled, their faces only millimeters apart. Phoenix closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss, but the other duelist disappeared into the air. Leaving the room more empty and the photo shelf too.

The first duelist got up and went to wash his face, completely frustrated. Thinking how much he would be ridiculed the next morning, how Yoru would never let it go and mock his feelings.

The water was cold, soothed him, but when he reached for the towel he felt a hand hold him and turn him over. He couldn't even open his eyes to protest before the longed-for lips touched his, he would know anywhere in the world who they belonged to. The water was running down his face but his calm had faded, his heat was rising, his body was on fire and Yoru continued, pressing him against the wall, searching for him, dropping kisses down to his neck and coming back.

And the samurai had a mission, which involved Phoenix, his comfortable arms, his smell that feel like a sunny morning. He would win, torturing the other slowly so that he would pay for distracting him.

When they finally stopped to breathe and the Brit finally opened his eyes, the other duelist was gone again. Leaving only the desire and the doubt that it had been real.

The next morning the photo was no longer on the shelf and Yoru wore gloves that hid the burns on his fingers.

#yoru x phoenix #fic #one shot #ask box #please add to this #yoru #phoenix #this one was fun to write

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dreaming-of-assclass · 4 years ago

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"ive never felt like this about anyone before!" with terasaka and nagisa?? (or just karmagisa if ur uncomfy with that! :>)

Pairing: Nagisa Shiota/Ryoma Terasaka

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 1,588

A/N: Aww this is a cute pairing! I decided to go the classic route of confessing with chocolates UwU. Also ft. BFF/wingwoman Kayano!! I really like the honest simplicity of Nagisa and Terasaka’s relationship, and I hope I conveyed that well.

Before joining 3-E, Nagisa never really thought of himself as unpredictable. He’d always been a simple guy, with not many quirks. Maybe a bit of a wallflower, even. He liked observing others and the nuances of human nature. He liked seeing how other people could be surprising.

But then 3-E happened, and he kept receiving constant praises of his “natural talents.” How stealthy he was, how he took down Takaoka, how he kept on shocking his classmates and teachers with his capriciousness, etc.

Nagisa couldn’t help but enjoy the attention, although he tried his best to hide it. But truth be told, he still saw himself as a simple person. And a part of him preferred it that way, seeking out some normalcy in the midst of his transformed life.

And now, as he stood in his kitchen, eyes wide at the countertop covered with a dozen different ingredients, he was wishing he’d been more unique after all.

Chocolates on Valentine’s Day? How unoriginal, he sighed internally.

Nagisa reached for his plain navy apron and looped it over his head, the fabric tickling his nose. He tied the straps behind him and took a deep breath, eyeing the gourmet bar of 80% cacao he’d purchased.

Before he could linger on his doubts and call off the entire thing, his best friend (and baking partner) returned from the bathroom. Kayano bounded into the kitchen with a grin on her face. “Sorry for making you wait, Nagisa. I just had to take care of a small hair emergency!”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Nagisa quickly reassured her with a smile. He glanced at her dark messy bun, fondly recalling the old quirky jade pigtails he’d grown used to for an entire year. “Thanks again for helping me out, Kayano.”

“Of course!” she replied, skillfully tying on her own butterscotch apron. “What are friends for, if not helping you make chocolates because you’re a hopeless mess in the kitchen?”

Nagisa laughed and stepped back to give her room as she started examining the ingredients. “Yeah, I would’ve destroyed my kitchen. Cooking is one thing, but I’m not good at baking...and I’ve never made chocolates before.”

“That’s fine. They’re pretty easy to make, once you get past the beginning,” Kayano assured him with a smile.

They fell into comfortable conversation as they worked through the recipe. Nagisa’s clumsy hands nearly made a few mistakes, but Kayano was quick to assist him. Eventually, they stood by and waited for the chocolate to melt over the stove, with Nagisa continuously stirring it.

“I really appreciate you helping me. Seriously, that’s so nice of you. Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

He paused then quickly fixed his words, stammering. “I-I mean, you can ask for anything at any time, of course! I just meant to return the favor, you know?”

Kayano laughed. “Relax, Nagisa. This is nothing compared to what an awesome friend you’ve been for me. You don’t owe me anything.”

He frowned slightly. “But…”

She hummed in thought. “I guess I am pretty curious to know who you’re giving them to, though? But only if you’re comfortable sharing!”

There was a brief silence, only the stirring of the liquid chocolate filling the air between them.

“Nagisa…?”

“Terasaka-kun.”

“Huh?”

He sighed with a smile. “I’m making these for Terasaka-kun.”

“Really?” Her eyes widened. “Aww!”

Nagisa winced at her high-pitched squeal then smiled at her acceptance. “You’re not surprised?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “You guys have always had a very sweet and trusting relationship.”

Nagisa felt his face heat up. “You think so?” he asked quietly, returning his gaze back to the pot.

“Yes, I do,” she smiled. “They say the best relationships always do come after one of you nearly blows the other up, anyways~”

He groaned as she laughed.

Another stretch of comfortable silence passed and soon, they were onto decorating the chocolates. Nagisa watched in awe as she delicately laced the top of the rich chocolates with a caramel icing.

Finally, it was his turn. He carefully made a tiny flower design with the hazelnut icing tube. “You know…” he began.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted quietly. “Making chocolates...confessing...I never acted on my feelings or was proactive.” Nagisa’s eyes were trained on what he was doing, but he could feel Kayano’s gaze on him.

“But...the way I feel about Terasaka-kun. With him. Around him…” A small smile etched onto his face. “It’s such an intense, engulfing feeling. But at the same time, it makes me feel lighter than air.”

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

The next day was Valentine’s Day, and Nagisa swore, he never heard his own heart beat so rapidly before in his whole life.

He had texted Terasaka that morning to meet up somewhere, under the context of borrowing a book. The five minutes in which he’d awaited a response were the most agonizing he’d ever felt. Was he being too obvious? Terasaka responded positively though, with a short “yeah ofc. see u later.” Nagisa had fallen out of his bed in relief.

Now he was standing outside the local library, clutching onto his schoolbag. He was still in his uniform, and he bet Terasaka would be as well since school hours had just ended.

Valentine’s Day had been uneventful for the most part. He’d gotten friendship chocolates from most of the girls in his class, a completely platonic gesture. Nagisa made a mental note of who he would give gifts to on White Day, to return such a kind gesture. Outside of that, he’d just watched in amusement at some of the antics going on around him. Chocolates being given by the hundreds to popular boys, confessions going wildly wrong and descending into chaos, fangirls, all the like.

“Yo!” His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. Nagisa jolted up at the sight of Terasaka making his way towards him. The object of his affection was uniform-clad in a rather neat manner, with his school bag slung over his shoulder, wearing a fond grin once his eyes locked with Nagisa’s.

Nagisa felt his stomach tighten, as if a bunch of knots were tied inside. This is it… “Hey,” he greeted with a smile, waving to the taller boy. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Terasaka replied warmly, slowing to a stop a couple feet in front of him. “How’s this crappy holiday been for ya?”

“Heh, pretty boring,” Nagisa chuckled. “Like always, I just get friendship chocolates from the girls in my class.”

“Really? That’s still cool.”

Nagisa hummed. “What about you?” He asked, instantly dreading the answer.

Terasaka laughed lightly. “I got some from the squad as a joke, and I’m completely fine with that.”

“Oh, haha.” Nagisa felt a weight lift off his chest at the response, and his grip tightened on his bag.

Terasaka frowned slightly at him. “You okay? You’re acting a little weird.”

Now? Nagisa questioned himself. Now feels right…

Finally making his resolve, Nagisa chose not to answer verbally. Instead, he quickly opened his bag and pulled out the decorated box. He opted to go simple, rather than the ornate boxes he’d seen people give. It was a small square shape in a deep crimson color, topped by a golden bow.

“Terasaka-kun…” Nagisa let out a sharp breath he was unaware he’d been holding. He lifted his gaze to meet Terasaka’s, and offered him a genuine smile.

“I really like you. And I made you these chocolates.” He extended his hand holding the box. “Will you go out with me?”

A tiny part of Nagisa’s mind, within his conscious, was blown away at his actions. He was seriously confessing to his crush. With homemade chocolates. Is this for real?

But Nagisa was nothing if not honest. And that extended to even himself.

A second had passed and Terasaka gently took the chocolates from him, a warm look in his eyes that made Nagisa melt just a little. His lips were curved into a rare smile of faded surprise and contentment.

Finally he spoke, his voice like honey, full of affection. “Of course I’ll go out with you, stupid. I like you too.”

Nagisa’s chest swelled with joy. He smiled stronger than he ever had before, a rush of emotion passing through him.

Terasaka’s attention had shifted to the box in his large hands, and he tugged the bow off. “You made these yourself?” He sounded curious.

“Yes...but with a lot of help from Kayano,” Nagisa admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his short hair.

Terasaka laughed as he opened it, picking up the one that Nagisa had decorated with a flower. “They look awesome.” He plucked it into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. His eyes soon lit up. “Woah, they taste great too!”

“Really?!” Nagisa asked excitedly, feeling a bit of pride.

“For sure.” Terasaka nodded with a grin that soon turned shy. He averted his gaze slightly, his face pink. “Thanks for making these for me…”

“I’m glad you like them,” Nagisa said somewhat absentmindedly, his attention focused on how cute Terasaka’s shy smile was.

His thoughts were interrupted by Terasaka suddenly leaning in closer. “Wait uh…” His crush’s face reddened even more. “...Can I kiss you?”

Nagisa felt his own face flush as he nodded.

The kiss was simple and sweet, yet filled with strong genuine emotions. It was almost like a representative of their bond.

And Nagisa wouldn’t have it any other way.

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #writing #ryoma terasaka #nagisa shiota #I’d really appreciate feedback pls 🥺#this is like the first time I’ve written Nagisa’s perspective in depth #and I have a much better grasp of his character now but I’m still not totally confident haha #anyways hope you enjoy 💖#this was very fun to write

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.

Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.

when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)

Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.

The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.

This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?

Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."

"No."

"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.

It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.

"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."

"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.

"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.

"It was alright–"

"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."

"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."

His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"

Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"

"You were home once every month."

"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.

His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."

Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."

"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?

"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."

Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"

His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."

Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.

The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.

Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.

"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.

He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.

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Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.

You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.

Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.

As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.

But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.

You: are you coming home tonight?

The response takes a few minutes.

taehyung: nop

taehyung: but i am coming to ur room

taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖

You: actually the opposite but ok lol

You: when are you coming

taehyung: whenever u want uwu

You: uwu...?

You: just come before it gets too late

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So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.

That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.

"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.

"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"

He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.

"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.

"That's great."

You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.

"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.

"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"

Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."

"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."

"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"

"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"

"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.

"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.

"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."

Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."

Ah. That's not a very good influence.

"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."

You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"

"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."

"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"

"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."

You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"Move in with me."

He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."

"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.

"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.

"Wh-what about mom?"

He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."

The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.

A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."

#idea tae #*cue big time rush theme*#just gotta say this one last time #the analysis was so well written #its honestly a sight for sore eyes 😫

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namgee · 5 years ago

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where there are no notes (2/2) | jjk

❥ pairing: jungkook x reader ❥ genre: angst, fluff, fantasy (ish, probably very little ) ❥ summary: In a society where unsung notes meant the inevitable demise of one’s life, you spent the entirety of your own surviving on small snippets of sounds, whispered careful so to only be heard by your own ears. Never could you have imagined the magnitude your shy voice would take in the ears of the town’s curious prodigy. For Jungkook, there is hope but can he manage to bring out your unsung notes? ❥ word count: 2.6 k ❥ warnings: mentions of death, alluding to violence ❥ author’s note: okay this is the 2nd and last part of this little cute idea of mine, not really edited so sorry if there’s any mistakes ;(( I hope you like it uwu 🥺

part 1

You live by the sea, tranquil waters surround you, each morning breeze enough to somewhat calm the ravaging waves of your ongoing distress. Your parents and your siblings— who had been plagued by hope that if they were themselves and continuously seeked to educate the public about your defiance things would get better— had faced inevitable death. The town of Salia had sung its aggressive notes, it doesn’t want you here.

You had managed to stay alive, hidden and quiet, stumbling over seas of books: books meant to give you some clue as to how you could finally let the trenched chords in your neck sing out something, anything. But anytime you attempted to bring a melodic nature to your voice, all around you wilted, the exact opposite effect of what singing is supposed to do in Salia. So even if his question had been posed with good intentions, you can’t help but find it as protruding as the handcuffs that dug into wrists during your time in the cell, as suffocating and life-threatening as the muzzle that left deep marks on your damp cheeks. You respond like you always do, with silence.

The soft grazing of his knuckles against your door makes your shoulders tense.

“Can you please let me in?” You turn your head, ear against the cool wooden surface. It’s dead quiet after his question. Maybe he left?

Your heavy feet push against the slippery floor, your jacket’s rustling sounds echo against the vastly empty space. The peephole on the door is staring at you. As much as you don’t like to admit it. You’re intrigued. This is the most interaction you’ve had in your life with someone outside of your family. Unlike other times, this is going surprisingly better. But curiosity killed the cat, or so they say. Though the man you saw outside in your garden, surrounded by a soft glow, didn’t seem capable of killing a cat.

You walk closer, lift your heels and lay curious eyes upon the broad frame of your visitor. He looks younger now that you can see him clearly. His soft hair tingles above his shoulder. You surprise yourself when you crack a small smile. Out of where? You don't know. But the way he chews at the inside of his cheeks, soft lips pouting side to side as big brown eyes dance across the door frame is as endearing as observing a baby in its own little world. The door frame shakes when you catch his gaze through the peephole and the amused smile on plush lips would have made you slam the door down to see it more clearly if not for the sound of his voice.

“Hmm, mkay.” His palm slides against the chunk of material separating the two of you. “I’m going to sit down, right here and tell you a story. After I’m done, only then, can you decide if you want to let me in or not, okay?”

Your head moves up and down behind the door and he sighs. “Knock one time for no and two times for yes,” he adds and you remain motionless. “So~?”

One. Two.

“Okay, great!” His cheery voice warms up the mood, and you can’t help thinking that this man gets excited about the most random things.

“Alright, I’ll try to keep it short and simple even if the subject is everything but that. Sorry in advance, I’ll probably bring up bad memories… well those you can actually remember that is.”

Your ear collides with the door the second he stops speaking and somehow it manages to press itself even closer to the slick oiled surface when the slight vibrations of his chest travels through the door along with the delightful clang of his chuckle. You suddenly feel the urge to slap some sanity back into yourself. You know to be wary of everyone but he just makes it so easy to let your guard down. And maybe you should, just this once. To allow yourself to believe that for once someone simply wants to talk with you, just to talk, no other end motive in sight.

“Don’t worry I am not going anywhere.” You hear the sound of liquid, followed by a loud ‘ah’, “Hope you don’t mind, I just took a swig from your bottle. I don’t really like talking about it but you’re technically the only one I can talk to about this so just need some liquid courage I guess.”

Your hands travel to your lips. It’s a childish realisation yet it makes your heart flutter. “Hmmm, cheesecake?” He smacks his lips, “With… uhhhh, caramel?” He realises your refusal to answer. “What’s the occasion?”

What he’s exactly trying to get to by asking you these questions is beyond you. Maybe it’s an icebreaker or just a way to ease you into everything? You’re not really sure, after all you haven't talked to enough people to cultivate a good understanding of social communication. All you know is that you don’t mind the tangent.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

You can’t see his face but for some reason you can feel his gaze facing the door, boring a hole through the wood and making you shy away.

One knock. Two knocks.

“Maybe we can change that.”

If there’s one thing you don’t like about this man so far is his positive outlook. The last thing you need is someone to make you dream again, to increase your expectations on the real world. He makes you scared, not of him but the power his voice carries. Everything just sounds… good, plausible. His voice, all innocent and sweet, makes words and questions that scare you to the core seem somehow less threatening. Weirdly enough for someone you’ve never met before, he makes you want to try at life, just one last time.

“We?” You unconsciously huff.

You hear quick scrambling on the other side of the barrier. Either your huff was loud or just like you, he had his ear plastered to the door.

“WOAH~! Did you just speak?!”

You didn’t speak, your thought just slipped past your lips. It wasn’t intentional, yet his excitement has the surface of your cheeks tingling with warmth. Nobody has ever been this thrilled to hear your voice. Whether his behaviour is a calculated attack on you, you can’t know, in fact you don’t want to think about it.

Just this once you let yourself dream. Dream that there's a stranger, a very cute one, on the other side of your door entertaining you. You might not know why, but it doesn’t matter because it all feels too good. It feels good to be heard, to be talked to, to want to talk with someone. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this. Have you ever felt this?

Your side of the door overflows with giggles. The ones the girls in school would give to the boys with the best voices. For once, you’re just like them. Just like you’ve always wished.

On the other side of the door, he listens and he smiles because there’s hope and he has just heard it.

“You should speak more or at least sound more.”

One knock.

“No, you really should. You don’t sound as bad as you think.”

There it goes. Your dream world just cracked, the disappointment that you had managed to hold at bay for so many years seeps in. It was good while it lasted. Now it’s back to reality.

Two knocks.

“Hmm, fine. My words might not be able to convince you. But I know others’ who can.”

Who could he possibly know that you haven’t already searched for?

“Let me quit the chit chat and cut to the story. Ready?”

You hit the door twice.

“Do you remember the cell? The one where they took you and your family to?”

Your hands find their way to your wrists, moving to scratch the warmth on your cheeks that now feels uncomfortable, as your breath quickens. The trivial question you have been asking yourself ever since you crossed paths with the man has now become significant.

Is he here to take you back? How did he find you? Did someone report you?

“I am not here to take you, don’t worry. I’m here cause I finally think it’s time for you to move on.”

Nice thing for him to say. Except you’ve got nowhere, nothing to move on to. If you wish to remain alive, this house, battered and cold is where you will stay. Grow as old as you can and one let yourself be washed away by the ocean where you will continue to sing your 52 Hz song. A whalien destined to remain unheard.

But for now, you decide to cooperate no matter how uncomfortable you feel. So you knock your way to a yes.

“Alright. You are the one who survived out of all them cause I came to release you. My family comes from a long line of generations that protects the people of Salia who can’t sing. We have an inside organisation that works with finding people like you before the government executes them. That’s why you’re alive today.”

You shiver, vision blurring even further as your damp fingers dig deeper into your wrists. You want to scream. It hurts. You want to scream and bulldoze the door down with all the remaining strength in you and you want to punch him as hard as you can and for as long as you can hold out.

You’re overwhelmed, throat dry and tight and him silent on the other side. Yet, you clench your stomach with all your might releasing all the breaths you’ve held onto in a booming and shrieking scream.

“WHAT ABOUT MY FAMILY? MY BROTHER, MY MOM, MY DAD?” WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE THEM?”

“They didn’t want to. My parents had already reached out to your parents about helping them. But they didn’t accept. They said they didn’t want to learn to sing. They thought too much would have to die for them to achieve something that’s not guaranteed and they didn’t want to be indebted to anyone. In short, they didn’t trust my family. Your brother overheard the conversation and even though my parents could see the hope in his eyes, he looked up to your parents too much to disagree with them. They had made their choice but you hadn’t. That’s why we only rescued you.”

Your skin is scolding hot, tears burning your skin the same way the alcohol burned your throat the previous night. Except this hurts much more. Your mind holds to every shred of anger present, but it’s all soon dissipating. You know he isn’t lying to you. You were always the only one in your family curious about finding a way for your family to escape hell. You were the only one aware that they would never accept you. At least not entirely.

Even if Salia were to welcome all of its inhabitants able singers or not, there would always be a way for people to slip disgusted glances your way, screw with your life and anything you wish for, some way or the other. Just because something is set in law does not mean people will follow it. There are always loopholes and the only ones that can take advantage of them are those higher up. One way loopholes you know people would take advantage of.

But it’s all a matter of life and death. You can’t let the thought that he should have saved them anyway go. If his family wished to proclaim themselves to be saviors then they should save all. If your parents and your brother were to wish death upon themselves after being saved, then fine. At least they could have died some place nicer, maybe by the ocean or just at home. Anything would have been better than that cell.

“Hey, are you still there?” Shoes scrape against the ground on the other side of the door as small thuds, probably from his hands, make the door jiggle.

“Hmm…”

“Okay, well what do you say?” His voice isn’t as loud as it was, the excitement barely present.

“Uhmm I don’t really know what to say….I don’t even know your name?”

“Jungkook.” His voice perks up.

“Jungkook, you just told me about something that has brought me a lot of trauma and….now out of nowhere you except me to just get over that and follow you to your family’s dumb pitiful charity organisation?”

He sighs, another thud makes the door shake. “I don’t expect you to come now. I get why you’re mad at us, but as an organisation we have a protocol, and it is by keeping to it that we manage to rescue so many. Your parents made a choice. I’m sorry it wasn’t one you agree with. But this right now, right here, it’s about you, family aside, what do you want? That’s what I am asking you.”

You know what you want and you’re sure he knows too given how many tabs he has been keeping on you (because of his job and nothing else that is).

“I’ve been coming here once in a while and I hear you sing, or at least try too. So can’t you just come and give it a real try this time?” His voice is back to normal, enthusiastic, booming and dangerously convincing.

It might not be what your heart wants but it’s what your mind tells you to do, the right thing to do. “Jungkook, just leave… please.”

You stand back up, distancing yourself from the door, walking up the stairs to your room as the consistent banging from his fists fade in the background.

Even after your flat-out rejection Jungkook doesn’t give up. He still comes by weekly sometimes even daily, only this time he didn’t bother being silent. He wants you to know when he’s here. A couple of weeks pass by with this same routine. Coming by, walking around the estate, singing with his beautiful voice enough for the flowers in the garden to remain vibrant until his next visit, maybe that is his own way of making a symbolic gesture, who knows. Once in a while he even tries his luck by knocking on the door.

It takes him coincidently coming by while you are out for him to finally be able to corner you for long enough to see what you really wanted with his own eyes, because everything that came out of your mouth are nothing but lies.

Against your weak refusal, he brings over some people who used to be just like you, unable to sing and live normally in Salia. You could do your best to shield your wonder while only hearing him speaking about it. But seeing it for yourself and hearing it with your own two ears has you mimicking the nose scrunching smile on his face.

Just like that he saves you again.

To you being able to sing has always been the ultimate goal. Your own myth of arrival. As the days progress and one well executed tone multiplies itself to become many. As the quiet singing slowly booms harder into your and Jungkook’s eardrums, you’re brought closer to the fact, one you don’t want to unravel but the thin veil that covers it already gives away the truth. It was never only about singing.

#ficswithluv #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #Jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook scenarios #bts #bangtan #namgee

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sliggoons · 5 years ago

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Raihan, hm? How about a Drabble of Raihan and a crush that has an altaria that mega evolves??? And he's like, j e a l o u s

Yesss FINALLY my time to write for raihan has come!! Also, to be honest, I haven’t finished any of the games or watched the show that actually HAS mega evolution in it (YET) so I did a teensy bit of research and hopefully I’m getting all this right lmao

(also I just wanna say that this was the perfect request UwU so thank you! Specific enough that I had something to go off of, but it left plenty of room for creativity, it was so fun to write!)

???? And I can’t remember if the actual battle against Raihan is in the Vault?? Or just the gym mission thingy? Forgive me

Mega Crush, Raihan x Reader

Raihan was confused from the moment you set foot into his gym. Well, long before that actually. There had been talk amongst all the gym leaders that there was a particularly strong challenger battling their way through the league. Milo had confirmed this, adding in the details that you were from a far away region and you were older than the typical preteen gym challengers. Nessa learned that you didn’t Dynamax your pokemon, which Piers was over the moon about, he couldn’t wait for your battle. And Kabu had told Raihan about your beautiful, strong Altaria.

As soon as he heard that, Raihan was weak in the knees. He could not WAIT to battle you. He had never seen an Altaria in person. So soon after your victory against Kabu, Raihan spent his free time loitering around Hammerlocke, hoping to find you as you passed through on your way to Stow-On-Side. Just to his luck, he did just that. He had watched recordings of your battles with the previous gym leaders after they told him about your Altaria. And he had watched you blow through the battles with ease. You didn’t even need to use your dragon type pokemon in the first two battles. Through this, Raihan was able to recognize you as you cleared the long staircase leading into his city. He followed after you, conveniently ‘bumping into you’ as you were headed into the pokemon center.

“Hey, you’re Y/N?, right?” the gym leader asked, grabbing your attention from the mid-day bustle of the city.

“Hm?” You turned to look at who had called your name. It couldn’t possibly have been Raihan. You weren’t from Galar, so you didn’t know him as well as the other gym challengers, but you could definitely put name to face, and you knew the status and fame he held in the region.

“I’m Raihan!” He greeted, sticking out his hand for you to shake and flashing you an award winning smile.

“Uh, yeah. I know. I’m surprised you know who I am?” You said curiously. He had to admit, Raihan’s heart sank a little when he found out you knew who he was. He was hoping he could just meet someone who would get to know him as Raihan, not The Great Raihan, or Gym Leader Raihan, or Dragon Tamer Raihan. Don’t be mistaken, Raihan loved the fame, and adored his fan base, but it’d be nice for someone, especially if they were as cute as you, to have no previous opinion of him.

“I saw your match with Kabu! That Altaria is sick!” Raihan’s heart skipped a beat as he saw your face light up. “You know, all the gym leaders are saying you’re the trainer to watch out for. Might even light a fire up under Leon one of these days.”

“Oh, for real? Well, I’m flattered then,” you could feel your face flushing red. “I gotta get some of my pokemon into the center, though. You coming?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s where I was headed. The whole reason I ran into you,” Raihan laughed, nervously, it starting to dawn on him that this whole situation might come off as slightly… creepy. He was just doing his duty as a gym leader right? Keeping up with all the strong challengers who have a chance at the championship. You walked up to the counter, handing over your pokeballs to Nurse Joy for treatment.

“Can I buy you something to drink while we’re here?” Raihan asked you, following you over to a small table and set of chairs. “Maybe some fresh water or lemonade? I take it you just got in from training hard in the Wild Area?”

“You don’t have to do that. But yeah, it’s a good place to train up! There’s nothing like it back home. Weren’t you here to heal your pokemon too?”

“Oh! You’re right. I’ll just go, uh, do that then.” That was a big, fat lie. Raihan’s pokemon were perfectly fine and he knew it. In fact he had only left the house with his Duraludon. But Raihan was in too deep now. So he awkwardly shuffled over to the counter, greeting Nurse Joy and handing over his sole pokeball.

He stopped by the cafe to get two lemonades before plopping down opposite of you. Within seconds, Nurse Joy came back over with a tray, delivering your healed pokemon to you. She handed Raihan his one pokeball, a confused look on her face.

“Raihan, your Duraludon was just fine, there was no need for it to be healed.”

His face turned red, he looked over at you, a questioning look on your face along with a slight smirk. “Oh, uh, really?” He chuckled. “My mistake!” He gave Nurse Joy an innocent smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. When Nurse Joy left, he turned back to you.

“What’s that all about? Everything okay, Raihan?” You sipped your lemonade, watching him from over the top of your glass.

“Yeah, it’s nothing. I’m just really looking forward to our battle!” Except nothing was okay. Raihan had just made a complete and utter fool out of himself, and the way you said his name might just send him into cardiac arrest. He wished Nurse Joy would have just played along.

“Oh.” It seems like he took you by surprise. “I’m looking forward to it too. I’m sure you’ll be quite the match.”

“I’m sure I will be, princess,” Raihan smirked, his confidence slowly coming back.

The next time you saw Raihan it was at Stow-On-Side Gym. You weren’t even sure it was him. You caught one quick glimpse of a very, very tall man in the commentator’s booth during your battle. Of course, you were secretly hoping it was him, coming to watch your battles. But your logical side knew he was busy, and besides, would he really be that interested anyway?

You flew through the Stow-On-Side Gym with ease, passed Opal’s tests with flying colors, Circhester started to slow you down a bit, until finally you reached Spikemuth. You had heard Piers didn’t Dynamax his pokemon. You were a bit disappointed, actually. You respected his traditional ways, of course, but you were hoping for an opponent whose strength called for the trick you had been hiding in your sleeve all this time. Your Altaria’s Mega Evolution.

You were confident you saw Raihan’s signature hoodie and bright orange headband sticking out of the crowd in Spikemuth like a sore thumb. Was he really coming to watch you battle?

So when you found yourself walking into the Hammerlocke City Gym, Raihan was eager to get to know more about you. What better way to do that than through the long anticipated battle? The media had picked up on you too, anxiously awaiting for the day you faced off against Raihan. As one of the few remaining challengers, you’d be surprised if all of Galar wasn’t familiar with your name by now.

Raihan’s team was no laughing matter. He had managed to get you down to only one pokemon, your Altaria. But luckily you had done the same and you were facing off against his Duraludon. The gym leader certainly knew how to manipulate the weather, and his unique double battle style had helped him gain the advantage.

You smirked, knowing you had finally found what you wanted. Mega Evolving your Altaria took a lot of effort, and wore it out, just like Dynamaxing, so you saved it for when it really counted. You had seen Raihan eyeing the Mega Bracelet that hung on your wrist, and you wondered if he recognized it. He had to, right? He was a gym leader after all, but then again the entire Galar region was hyper fixated on the Dynamax phenomenon.

You watched as Raihan called his Duraludon back, preparing to Gigantamax it. You knew this would be a tough match up. Your Altaria transforms into a dragon and fairy type during mega evolution, so Raihan’s dragon type moves would do nothing. Mega Altaria would be weak to steel type moves, however. You had spent extra time training your Altaria’s speed. You knew that in order to win this match, you’d have to be able to dodge some powerful blows.

Raihan had never been this exhilarated in his life. Pokemon battles were when he really came to life. He loved the atmosphere in the stadium, the thousands of fans yelling his name, the raw energy pouring from his Gigantamaxed Duraludon. He was so curious to see how this would play out. He had gone to watch every one of your matches after he met you, and you had yet to dynamax your altaria, or any of your pokemon for that matter. At the beginning of the match he saw something glint on your wrist. Not a dynamax band, definitely not, could it be a Mega Bracelet? Soon all his questions would be answered.

“Ready, princess?” he asked, just loud enough for you alone to hear over the stadium, a wild smile on his face as his Gigantamaxed Duraludon loomed behind him, dwarfing your Altaria.

The entire stadium fell silent as you Mega Evolved your Altaria. This was a very, very rare occurrence in the Galar region. Most of the spectators were witnessing this for the first time. Raihan was among them.

The color drained from his face. A MEGA ALTARIA? He knew your Altaria’s flying type moves would barely harm his Duraludon, but this was something very unexpected. He had learned somewhere that some pokemon switch types when they Mega Evolve. What type your Altaria switched to was a mystery.

Raihan quickly gained his composure, even though his heart was beating a million times a minute. You were ogling at the crowd, flattered by their insane interest in your pokemon, and Mega Altaria seemed to be enjoying it too. Your opponent took this chance to fire off his first shot, Max Wyrmwind, a dragon type move. He stood there stunned as Altaria remained unaffected.

Unfortunately, neither dragon nor fairy moves would work great against Duraludon’s steel and dragon type, but you did your research. You had been helping your Altaria perfect it’s Fire Blast over the last week. You were surprised to learn that Altaria could learn the fire type move when you found the TM in a dusty old shop in Motostoke, but glad it could come in handy. Steel types were hard to beat.

Mega Altaria immediately retaliated with Fire Blast, and you could tell how effective it was against Duraludon. Raihan looked even more shocked as he gritted his teeth, dug in his heels, and told Duraludon to use Max Steelspike. Your Altaria just barely missed the hit, moving out of range before you even began to shout.

“Great dodge! You can do this!” You cheered on your Altaria. It seemed like it was your lucky day, because one more powerful Fire Blast fainted Duraludon, sending it shrinking down to normal size, and back into Raihan’s pokeball.

You met the gym leader in the middle of the pitch where he gave you a hearty handshake. “Well met, Y/N! What a stunning battle. It seems I might have gotten a bit too cocky with my team, huh? And who knew, that was Mega Evolution, wasn’t it?”

“It was! You definitely presented quite the challenge, I just had to do some special training before I came.”

“Well, congratulations, princess. You beat the Great Raihan,” He handed you the Dragon Badge, a huge smirk on his face. “You get the honor of going through the Finals now! I’ll be looking forward to our next battle, facing off for the chance to take down Leon. Though I s’pose I’ll have to find a way to beat that Altaria, huh?” You thanked Raihan before being ushered off the pitch, a few reporters waiting to greet you and ask about the battle.

After all the chaos subsided, you were surprised to see Raihan jogging over to you as you left the gym. “I thought you might want this,” Raihan gave you the dragon type TM, as well as the dragon type gym uniform. “I just wanted to say, that Mega Altaria is super cool! Way cooler than I wanted to admit out on the pitch,” He chuckled, nervously.

“What, is the Great Raihan scared of looking like a total nerd in front of his fans?” you teased.

“Oh, shut up. It just wasn’t a good time. Besides, I’m getting to talk to you again now, aren’t I? How about I take you out to dinner to celebrate your victory?” Raihan winked, taking your hand to lead you to his favorite restaurant.

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