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aritsukemo · 8 months ago

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There goes my baaaabyyyy | Multiple Characters

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, and Sae Itoshi

Summary: After seeing an abundance of tiktoks about the Usher trend, you decide to try it out on your unsuspecting boyfriend after a while of not seeing him

Warnings: This is the author's attempt at being funny so crack ahead. I apologize in advance.

A/N: Idk what came over me today, but I decided to waste my time writing this anyways after getting inspired by this amazing slideshow on tiktok talking about how each Haikyuu character would react to you doing the Usher trend. This is also my first time writing for Sae ( and I also know virtually nothing about him as I've only seen season 1 of Blue Lock ) so I'm sorry if he's ooc. I just realllyyy wanted to add him as I've been thirsting over edits of him ( and Reo ) for the past day or so.

A sigh of relief escapes through the chapped lips of the soon-to-be world cup competitor Isagi Yoichi. After hard fought battles during the preliminaries and all the stress and trials that come with it, it was finally the time for Isagi to return to his safe haven. He was hesitant for a time as he was still riding the adrenaline rush and wanted to stay back and train with some of the others, but since Bachira was returning to Japan to visit his mom and celebrate with her, it reminded him that he also had someone to return home to; you.

And so, after the longest thirteen hour flight of his life, he was now walking, suitcase in hand, alongside his best friend as the two of them exited the baggage claim and was nearing the lounge where you were allegedly waiting for him.

It had been so long since he's seen you, touched you—held you.. He finds himself wondering, how much has changed? Has your laugh changed at all? Have you switched up your sense of style? Maybe your hair? Do you still taste like the honeyed, buttered pancakes you used to make him every morning? Is your smile still so wide that it creases your cheeks and makes them pudge out more? Do your eyes still gaze at him as if he was made out of gold like they used to?

As he dwells on his thoughts, the yearning for you seeps in more and more like oil filling up a tank. It's heavy and it's only when he's just about to succumb to the weight of it all that he realizes just how much he's truly missed you.

And it seems that he wasn't alone in this feeling.

As he stepped into the lounge, he's met with his first and only warning. A warning that came in the familiar tune of the audio of a certain tiktok you had sent him a week prior before you came sliding his way on your knees. Your voice raised to match the exact pitch of the audio as you sung the infamous lyrics until you came to an abrupt halt when you collided with his stomach, nearly knocking him over with the force you hit him with.

And the only thing he could fathom to do was to stare like a deer in headlights and say, "Uh...what in the world?!"

Bachira couldn't possibly hope to contain his laughter any longer after that.

After seconds of Bachira's wheezing and airless chuckles, it was only when he was beginning to grip his stomach from the pain of his amusement that Isagi finally realized what just happened. And when he did, his entire face flushed a cherry red.

"What- Why are you doing this right now of all time?" He asked, semi-shouting as he grabbed the upper part of your arms—which were wrapped around his waist.

"I missed you, baby~!" You said in a sing-songy voice. And, as you looked up at him with your eyes shining with the familiar gleam he knew just as that same trophy-awarding smile stretched across your face, he found himself faltering for a moment. His shoulders slumping as he began mumbling shyly..

"I- I.. I missed you too.. But please, get up! People are starting to give us weird looks.."

Three months. That's how long it's been since you've last seen him.

Well, that's technically not true. If you wanted to be less dramatic, you could admit that you saw your boyfriend just last week on tv doing his signature dribbling moves and if you wanted to really be frank, you had seen his gorgeous face up close just the other day when he facetimed you and informed you that he'll be home that following afternoon. You could also make it sound much less extreme by simply confessing that you had regularly spoke to Bachira throughout these three months via text and that he'd facetime you at least one a week.

But you didn't want to count any of that.

I mean, sure you got to see him, but you didn't really get to see him. You weren't able to kiss his cheek whenever they perked up and flushed pink. You couldn't run your fingers through his layered hair and watch the satisfying transition of his brown strands turn yellow between your fingertips. You weren't able to hold his chin and watch in awe and fondness as he laughed toothily like a baby kitten..

You haven't seen him, not in all his glory which, to you, was like not seeing him at all. That said, three months of that torture was unbearable.

But all of that pain was forgotten in a matter of seconds at the odd sound of drums playing in the distance.

You didn't have any time to react to—or rather, process—what was happening or prepare yourself before Bachira got a running start towards you and soon dropped to his knees, sliding the rest of the way up to you with the biggest smile on his face—all while Usher's voice boomed behind him from his back pocket.

You had no choice but to accept fate and allow the love of your life to crash into you and completely knock you to the ground.

As the biting cold of the airport's tiles crept up your skin and all the air was just about knocked from your lungs from unexpectedly hitting the flat surface, Bachira stared down at you from above, cheeks dusted pink which made him look like an excited little kid.

"Hey, babe! It's been so long!" He chirped before coming down to press all his weight onto you as he caged your torso with his arms, his face immediately nearing yours to press a big, wet kiss to your cheek.

If it had been any other situation that he had done this in, you'd probably be annoyed from the embarrassment of having basically half the airport staring at the two of you like you were a bunch of buffoons or, at the very least, the fact that his team was laughing up a storm in the background...but having been as starved of him as you were, all you could do was laugh while relishing in the feeling of his warmth consuming every part of your body as he leaned down again to plant a feverish kiss to your lips.

Feet tapped against the small tile floors of the elevator, thumping against the marble in a rhythm that embodied the very dread of its owner.

After months of dreading this day, Sae had, once again, stepped foot in Japan; a notion he refused to even utter aloud from just how much he despised it.

For a man with such negative opinions about his homeland, his reasons for coming back were quite frivolous in comparison. Though if asked, he lie and say that his passport expired—which wasn't wrong—but deep down he knew the real reason for his return; his partner who he was too prideful to call the love of his life.

It had took some time, and for a while, Sae was forced to come back here every other year or so in secret to visit them per their request, but at last, they had decided that so much time waiting for his semi-yearly visits were too much for their poor heart and that they were ready to take the next step and leave with him to Spain.

Sae had pushed the thought to the very back of his mind, but he was more than glad—overjoyed, even—when you told him of your decision over the phone as he himself was starting to grow restless without you by his side at times.

He had already went through the process of renewing his passport so all that was left was to pick you up and drive to the airport—well, get driven to the airport—where he could finally leave this horrendous country, this time with you snuggled up by his side.

But he should've known that you wouldn't have let things be so simple.

As the doors to the elevator opened and allowed him to, at last, step foot into your lavish home, the symphony of his demise began to rang throughout it and bounce of the walls. Sae paused, face contorting into one of visible perplexment before his eyes widened at the sight of you sliding on your knees towards him, mouth opened as you sang to the beat of the music blasting throughout your home.

Your performance was short, glorious, and came to an end when your face was buried into the smooth fabric of your boyfriend's clothing and you smoothly wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's waist.

And it was only a full minute after such an amazing performance that it finally dawned on him what you were doing. And to that, he simply sighs disappointedly.

"I've changed my mind. You're not going anywhere with me," He said, and despite the blunt tone he douses his words in, it does little to your dazzling smile as you knew full well his words held little weight to them. You find yourself playing into your own bullshit anyways, though, as you begun to whine out in a high pitch you just knew he couldn't stand.

"Aww, but why? All I did was greet my pookie--" "Finish that sentence and I will actually leave you in Japan for another ten years."

You promptly shut your mouth after that, much to Sae's relief.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years ago

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It Must Be Love

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Pairing: Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Welt x (gn!) Reader

Summary: When they realized they had feelings for you...

Tags: Fluff, SFW, mention of injuries (Blade), just them realizing they're completely smitten

A/N: My last fic before my Japan vacation! I got a lot more in my WIP stash that I'll get to after. Excited to get to that when I'm back, or maybe I can finish one or the other fic in the evening on my vacation when I'm in bed. We'll see. Stay amazing until then! <3

BLADE

When you joined the Stellaron Hunters he shot down your every attempt of trying to get to know him and stayed clear of you. He was curt and only ever spoke with you if it was necessary. In his opinion, there was no need for you two to be acquainted. And it would be for your own good anyway.

It wasn’t until you came back gravely injured from a mission and were passed out for days, that he wouldn’t leave your side.

He sat on the armchair in your room most of the time, and was either sleeping or meditating with his eyes closed. He occasionally switched your bandages and cleaned your wounds while insisting he’d be the only one to do it. After all, he involuntarily had quite the expertise with injuries himself.

And when the day you began to stir awake again finally came, and he heard the quiet plea for water come over your parched lips, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He told himself over and over again that he didn’t care about anyone and wouldn’t dare to allow himself to care anymore. In fact, he may have even thought he wasn’t capable of it anymore. But feelings are often beyond one's control or rational explanation. And deep down he had always known that he cared deeply about you.

He had only steered clear of you because it had been evident to him, that if he allowed himself to care, there would be no going back. Alas, it now was too late for that as well. Yet it did not matter any longer. All he cared about was that you were still alive.

“Never get hurt like this again.” He scolded with a voice seemingly devoid of any emotion, as he lifted a bottle of water to your lips so you could drink.

But despite the underlying sharp tone in his voice, there was sincere concern in his eyes only a few people ever got to see. And he knew he was no longer able to hide it.

DAN HENG

Himeko brought you along one day and introduced you to the Astral Express Crew as their newest member, a bundle of energy much like March. And everyone seems ecstatic to welcome you aboard. Everyone but Dan Heng. He curtly introduced himself without shaking your outstretched hand, before vanishing back to his room again without another word.

It would be a lie if he said he didn’t find you attractive, but Alas, he couldn’t allow himself to get closer. One more person on the Express only meant there were more people he had to keep secrets from. Besides, you seemed just as lively and energetic as March was, and if he was sure of one thing it’s that one March was already enough. So that was even more reason to steer clear of you for his own peace of mind.

So in turn he tried keeping you at an arm's length. The only problem however was, that you apparently weren’t deterred by his cold demeanor and practically threw yourself at him at every chance you got.

You would often knock on his door to bring him some freshly brewed tea, rummage through the archive or call him quirky nicknames you came up with. He could only roll his eyes at them, but secretly he began to like them and caught himself smiling whenever he thought of them.

At first, he managed to remain distanced and only spoke to you when it was strictly necessary, but he soon began to warm up more and more. Until he would eventually find himself beginning to crave your presence every day.

And it was when he found himself looking at the empty chair you used to sit on almost every evening now, that he became aware of his feelings for you. The naggings and nicknames that used to bother him, now made his heart beat quicker and a tingly feeling made itself known in his stomach.

The simple image of your smile made the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. The sound of your voice always managed to soothe his nerves. And your absence made him feel incomplete.

It was then he had to admit to himself that there was no longer any point in denying it. He had inevitably fallen for you.

JING YUAN

When there was more administrative work to do on the Luofu due to the recent happenings, Qingzu, who was assisting Jing Yuan with the additional workload, proposed to hire someone else to help as well. To be precise, help with caring for the general’s lion, since it was usually Qingzu’s task. But since she was preoccupied with other matters right now, there was a distinct lack of time.

And that’s when you were hired.

You were tasked to care for Mimi in Qingzu’s stead from hereon out and seemed to immediately get along with the animal quite well, too. It certainly put Jing Yuan’s mind at ease to know that his lion was adequately cared for.

One day, when Jing Yuan returned earlier than usual from his duties he found you peacefully asleep on the sofa, your head comfortably nestled in the fur of the equally asleep lion. But he didn’t dare to disturb your slumber and returned to his desk with a smile on his face since he too felt the weight of sleep oftentimes throughout the day.

Once you awoke you practically jumped up when you saw him sitting at his desk already, ushering a shy “Oh, General. I didn’t expect you to be back home at such a time already. Forgive me.”

He just let out a soft chuckle in reply, assuring you that there was no need to worry and that it actually put his mind at ease that you got along so well with Mimi.

After this, he made a conscious effort to come back home earlier more often. And every time, without fail, he would find you sleeping together with his lion in the afternoon sun. Your peaceful expression and the quiet purr of his lion truly was a sight for sore eyes

And if his lion loved you, what was he supposed to feel if not the same?

GEPARD

Gepard saw you for the first time when he stopped by his sister's workshop. He caught a quick glimpse of you before you vanished into the side room of the workshop again.

Of course, his sister immediately caught him staring. Because he stood there stunned and only stared holes into the door you vanished through.

If Serval was good at one thing, it was reading Gepard like a book. And she only needed one look at his face to know exactly what he was thinking. Of course, she took the opportunity to tease him about it with a big grin across her face, much to the embarrassment of Gepard who only cleared his throat and diverted the topic, unable to hide the red blooming across his cheeks.

He soon found out that you were a singer and songwriter and that you and Serval sometimes performed together in a local club. And he found himself venturing there on his off days to watch your show.

Serval introduced you to him and eventually, you began to become closer. Asking him if he would come to your next gig as well. And of course, he did. In fact, he did so often that he had all your songs memorized down to a T now and often found himself humming them absentmindedly throughout the day.

And suddenly, as one of his subordinates asked him which song he keeps humming all the time now, he became aware of the feelings he harbored for you.

The warm, prickly feeling within his chest. The way his heartbeat quickened, or the corners of his mouth turned upwards involuntarily whenever he saw you, talked to you, or thought of you.

It was undeniable. He had fallen in love in love with you.

WELT

Welt and you were just colleagues. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself of at first.

Research and worries about your mission often woke you up at night recently, so you often got up to brew a fresh pot of coffee. And Welt found you sitting in an armchair in the parlor car one night when he, too, got up in the middle of the night because his thoughts had kept him awake.

You offered him a cup of coffee as well before you sat back down. Each just sipped their coffee in silence. You gazed at the stars outside of the window of the Express while he tried to read some book to keep his mind off the thoughts that had kept him awake.

Yet, he found himself unable to concentrate on it and instead stole glances at you while rattling his brain about what he could talk about with you.

Eventually, you were the first one to break the silence. Initiating a conversation about the vastness of the universe and the thing that are yet beyond any human comprehension. Asking questions no man knew an answer to yet. And he was more than happy to indulge in the conversation.

You ended up talking until the morning hours that night without the conversation ever dying down. He enjoyed the talk you had so much, he found himself thinking about it for weeks after.

Long deep talks over a fresh pot of coffee in the middle of the night should soon become a habit for both of you.

And he came to crave them so much that he even started setting an alarm at night and went to check if you were there again as well. And most of the time you were.

One night, when he looked at you and saw the light of the stars reflect in your eyes once again, he too had to admit he was looking straight at a star himself.

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lilacgaby · 10 months ago

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title: crush chronicles

pairing: megumi x reader

summary: megumi's crush on you was discovered one by one, until he was finally forced helped to confess.

note: i love megumi.. megumi nation rise up

he figured out he had a crush on you after your first encounter with a special grade.

as you fought, using your technique to manage a blow on the curse, he stood in awe and fear of you. as you were hit back, slamming into the wall with a sickening crack he felt the fear rage inside him ten times over.

yuuji promised to handle the curse, and at that moment megumi ran to you, as fast as his legs could take him, as he picked you up in his arms and ran out the imperfect domain with you in hand.

he knew he was a goner when the first thing you did before he went to save nobara, was poke his cheek at his worried expression, and utter, "you're so cute 'gumi." before falling asleep.

if he wasn't worried for nobara's life, he might've died right then and there.

his shikigami were the second to notice. more specifically, his divine dogs.

you'd always had a liking for them, petting them after a practice match between you and megumi. you even started to carry treats for them, feeding them whenever the missions were finished.

they sensed that whenever you were around, megumi's heart would start to race. they interpreted that you..

were a threat.

now having pulled a complete 180 on you, they refused any form of affection from you. whenever you got near megumi when they were out, they'd circle him in a defensive position, barking at you to stay away.

you sulked for an entire week about this, pouting around as you asked megumi why his dogs no longer liked you. grabbing his arm as you jokingly shook him around.

this only made his heart race faster, and his dogs feel even more inclined to protect him.

it's only when one day, while they scouted for curses ahead, that they noticed megumi patting your head as you celebrated your win, that a realization set in.

you were special to him.

after that, it was all back to normal with you and the dogs, in fact they were even more excited to be with you than normal. megumi smiled fondly at the sight of you with his divine dogs. they grew close to you too, he thought.

the next person to understand was nobara.

she had taken you two out shopping in japan, saying it was important for two girls to look good while they kicked ass.

yuuji and megumi tagged along for some reason, much to her dismay.

"this was supposed to be a girls day! you two aren't girls!"

"it's first-year bonding time."

"give me a break!"

it ended up working out, nobara using yuuji to hold all your bags as you shopped around. eventually you got hungry, and megumi offered to take you to a cafe, leaving a tired yuuji with a hyper nobara.

you two sat at a table and shared a slice of your favorite cake. you laughed as you spoke about the things that just popped into your head, megumi smiling as he listened.

anyone around could see the lovesick look in his eyes.

nobara finally figured out that you two had snuck away, and was annoyed whilst trying to look for you.

as she and yuuji neared the cafe, they saw you two through the window. a lightbulb went off in her head as she saw how close he sat, how he nodded his head after every couple of sentences, how he fiddled with his spoon as he listened deeply to you.

she slid to a stop, making yuuji bump into her.

"okay, let's go back!"

"but we came all this way and they're right there!"

"yes, but they're so gonna kiss soon! so let's go!" she said, shoving yuuji out as he whined about being tired.

yuuji had seen megumi at the cafe, but it wasn't til a day where he had stumbled upon you two in his dorm room together on a hot day that he'd finally pieced it together in his mind.

he'd witnessed a lot of interactions between you and him that were more than platonic sure, but he just didn't think megumi was that kind of guy.

he thought he was just being a gentleman back at the cafe, taking you out because you were hungry.

he thought he was just being kind when he'd offer to tie your shoes and lend you his water when out on missions.

he thought he was just being the nice guy he is when he'd offer to go with you anywhere, to stores or restaurants or whatever you needed.

but yuuji saw how red-faced megumi was as he stared at you in shorts and a tank top. you were laid with your eyes shut on his bed, a fan in your hands as you waved yourself.

he'd never seen megumi so..

striken.

megumi finally noticed yuuji at the door and jumped up.

yuuji held his hands up and with an apologetic smile closed the door behind him.

'he was so down bad.' yuuji thought, immediately texting nobara.

gojo was late to everything, even this realization.

yuuji and nobara were the ones to spill to him, talking about how close you two had gotten, and how they swore he saw you holding his hand on the mission you were sent out on.

gojo had always teased him about you, but he didn't think his special student would fall for his other prized student. how.. fated!

though he was the last one to realize, gojo was the first one to take initiative to make them forcibly admit their feelings to one another, making a plan.

as they formulated it, they realized that the key factor counted on megumi being clueless, because he'd never let them do this otherwise.

so for the next week they plotted, ignoring the confused looks of yours and megumi's as they snickered like witches.

saturday morning, you and megumi received seperate letters to go and meet under a cherry blossom tree. only your note.. had a bit more written at the end.

you both arrived there, you a bit earlier than megumi.

"megumi, it's you?"

he tilted his head in confusion. "what's me?"

"you called me out here to confess to me?" she said, while holding up the page.

megumi was plotting revenge in his head, but..

he shouldn't waste this chance right?

"yes, yes i did." he rubbed the back of his neck before speaking.

"i admire you. you're pretty, and strong, and courageous. you make light of hard situations no matter how scared you are, you're.. really amazing."

"megumi.." as they neared closer to eachother, the flowers from the tree starting to fall freely onto them, accompanying the sunlight draping in from the moving shade.

they shared their first kiss under that tree,

the first of many more.

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luvely-stories · 7 months ago

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Miss-tery

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

Nanami and Itadori get a bite to eat and meet someone Nanamis very close with

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

Yuji groans as he stretches his sore muscles, that curse really made him work for that defeat. Thankfully he could do it all by himself and impress Nanami in the process. Speaking of which, where was he?

As if on cue Nanami came from behind a wall, putting his phone in his pocket as he walks over to the bright eyed student.

“Nanamin! Is Ijichi here yet?”

Yuji asks as walks over to Nanami, only for him to shake his head.

“Traffics terrible at this time, it’ll be a bit before he’s here.”

Nanami sighs before looking around then looking at Yuji.

“Are you hungry Itadori?”

“Always!”

Yuji beams as Nanami nods and starts walking into the town nearby.

Yuji followed happily, a smile coming on his face. He’d heard from Ino before how Nanami was a giant foodie and well aware of all the best food places no matter where in Japan they were.

He would drool as he heard his senior talk about the places he was taken, from the hole in the walls to the nicest restaurant. If Nanami took you there, you know it’s going to be great.

“Are you in the mood for anything?”

“Mmm maybe some chicken?”

The corners of Nanamis lips tugged up slightly before facing forward again.

“Well then, I know just the place.”

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ

The bell above the door jingled slightly as they entered the restaurant. It was a small building cozily tucked away from the cities loud noises.

The place was dimly lit with hanging lights scattered on the ceiling alongside fake pink flowers. The wall had a simple painting of the mountains with a long branch from a tree reaching over the emptiness that the mountain didn’t touch.

Nanami stepped to the hostess stand and waiting patiently, Yuji following quickly behind him.

“Are you sure it’s open?”

Yuji whispers, looking around at the very cute but very empty restaurant. Nanami nodded as he stared at his watch for a couple of seconds before the doors of the kitchen opened. Out came a pretty lady whose eyes went bright as they landed on and Nanami.

“Well hello stranger!”

You giggles as you walks over to the stand, picking up two menus. Nanami took off his glasses and stared at the you fondly before looking at Yuji.

“Itadori, meet the owner of this lovely restaurant.”

“Oh you’re Itadori! It’s a pleasure, I’ve heard so much about you!”

You give him a bright smile as you introduce yourself before sitting them down at a table. Scanning through the menu, you look at Nanami with a smirk.

“I already know what you want, unless you’re planning on finally changing it?”

Nanami let out a small laugh and shook his head as he handed the menu to her.

“Maybe one day.”

He smiles as you rolls your eyes playfully. Yuji eyes moved between you and Nanami as he tries to figure out what’s going on. He’d never seen Nanami smile and laugh this much in such a short amount of time.

He eyed Nanami suspiciously before looking down at the menu, everything sounded so good! How was he gonna pick?

“I suggest the Yakitori. It’s delicious.”

You suggested, as if you could read the young sorcerers mind. Glancing down at where it’s described the Yakitori. All things considered it sounded great.

“In my opinion everything she cooks is great.”

“Oh stop it you!”

Now Yuji was really confused. Nanami? Throwing around compliments? Making a smile and laugh?! Maybe on the way back Nanami was kidnapped and replaced by a curse cuz this was not the stone faced man he knew.

“You ready?”

You called out, pulling him out of his thoughts. Panicking slightly Yuji scanned through the menu.

“Huh-? Oh yeah! I’ll have the Yakitori and a soda please!”

“Good choices!”

You smile at him before turning over to Nanami.

“I’ll be back soon.”

You smiled before you were off again.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉ ・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

You had come back with their dishes and served then, planning on going back to the host stand and waiting but Nanami sweet talked you into staying (a skill Yuji never knew he had). So here you were, talking and laughing at the table as him and Nanami ate their food.

“And this guy had the nerve to act like I didn’t seem him put his hair in! Like sir I was right there when you did it?!”

“The audacity of some people.”

Nanami shakes his head as you tell your story animatedly. Yuji watched you two very curiously as you talked. Usually Nanami wouldn’t have much to say when it came to storytelling, a hum here or a nod there, but with you? Yuji didn’t have a doubt in his mind Nanami was hanging onto every word you said.

“Oh but enough about me, how are you two? Enjoying the food?”

You ask, beaming at the two as they nodded. The second the heavenly smell of your food hit Yujis nose he was chowing down like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s delicious ma’am!”

“I’m so happy you think so! And how about you Mr Nanami? How’s the meal you always get?”

You ask with a knowing smirk. Nanami lets out a small huff as he brings his final spoonful of Unagi to his mouth.

“I’m a man of routine.”

“Oh do I know that.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes. A buzz comes from Nanamis phone that pulls him away from the conversation for a moment. Curious, you and Yuji try to look at the message to no avail. Nanami frowns as he looks at the text, standing up as he fixes his tie.

“Itadori, we have to go. Ijichis out waiting for us.”

You and Yuji frown as he leaves the seats, Yuji wished he could stay longer but sighs as he gets up.

“Bye Ma’am! Thanks for the food!”

Yuji waves as him and Nanami leave. Nanami opens the door, staring back at you as Yuji walks off content. You look back at Nanami with a soft smile as you pick up their dishes.

“Don’t be home too late, ok Kento?”

“I won’t, see you soon dear.”

Shutting the door Nanami catches up with Yuji and they walk in comfortable silence for a moment, at least comfortable for Nanami. Yuji would stare at him periodically, lips pressed tightly together as he contemplated on asking Nanami about the woman before forgetting about it.

After the fifth time Nanami was starting to get annoyed. Looking at Yuji through his glasses, he speaks coolly.

“Itadori, if there’s something on your mind you can tell me.”

Yuji stops in his tracks as he’s called out, face going pale and eyes going wide. Yuji sighs before taking a deep breath. Well here goes nothing.

“It’s really nothing I was just…curious.”

“About?”

“Well it’s just you and that restaurant owner seem really close and I was just a little curious about it?”

Yuji asks nervously as he looked at the older man only to see him with an easy smirk as they walked.

“Is that all? Well if you’re really curious she’s my wife.”

“Oooh! That makes sense!”

Yuji exclaims before happily walking. So he wasn’t imagining things! It makes total sense Nanami would treat his wife so-

Wait,

“Nanami you have a wife?!”

#jjk #jjk nanami #jjk x you #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #jjk kento #jjk x reader #kento nanami #nanami fluff #jjk yuuji #yuji itadori #jjk fluff #fluff

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absolutebl · 1 year ago

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Top 10 Great BLs That Are REALLY hard to find (but worth tracking down)

You may want to go hunting anyway!

Seven Days

Seven Days: Monday-Thursday

Seven Days: Friday-Sunday

Japan 2015

Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some really cute mutual kisses.

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii

Japan 2020

The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. It’s truly great.

Cherry Magic Thailand

Thai 2024

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. I personally like it slightly better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be from Thailand.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

Thai 2023

IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.

All about the ecstasy and the agony here.

Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Japan 2020

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning.

Given

Japan 2021

Boy joins band, falls in love with other boy. The singing is terrible, fast forward through that but with the possible exception of the hair styles, this BL could have been made in 2015 and no one would be surprised. As such, it wasn’t ground breaking, but it didn’t disappoint either.

Make a Wish

Thai 2023

A doctor who can see the dead strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage). Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not-Ohm, but who tf cares because Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay AF - fag hag bestie and all the swagger. The cast is excellent even if the comedic stylings are a bit overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency. Definitely recommended.

2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3

Thai 2022

A Thai pulp that felt like it came out 5 yrs prior, with many of the flaws inherent to that time and studio system, including manufactured angst and convoluted plot, but an ultimately sweet main couple that (as a pairing) feels a bit more modern and satisfying to watch than they started out. This will probably go down in history as one of the few BLs where I genuinely didn’t care about any of the side couples. All that said, I find this show oddly appealing and rewatchable and I have no excuses for that except, I enjoyed it probably more than it deserved. Nostalgia & d**k, it's what's for dinner.

I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai

Japan 2022

This is a beautiful well acted piece of cinema, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. Gifted and serious Sakura pines after outgoing eccentric manic pixie dream boy, Yuma. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you though Korea invented them? oh no). If you want something stylish, this is it.

Triage

Thai 2022

BL does Groundhog Day featuring a doctor stuck in a time loop who must save a poor little rich boy from death by seducing the stuffing out of him, then PLOT TWIST, poor little rich boy must do the same for the doctor! Unfortunately... stuffing keeps leaking. I thought the plot was engaging if a little redundant and occasionally exhausting. The pairs were all well done, low heat but with decent chemistry and the support characters were likable (or unlikable, as required). If anything, the romance arc detracted and distracted from the main plot, but that doesn't stop this from being a genuinely good show.

HONORABLE MENTION

Great Men Academy

Thai 2019

Bodyswap involving unicorns turning a teenage girl into a boy makes this questionable as a BL (because, ya know, gender). But the fact remains that James is killer in the lead, and I (who do not like bodyswap) loved this damn show. Look, there is actual plot, hotties at boarding school, "bully the one you love" trope, some weird VR shit, very bad CGI, and yes, the boys end up together... whether they boys or not, so to speak.

Some of these shows may appear on a smaller streaming service, like WeTV, or they may be on a legal platform in your territory. I hope it goes without saying you should check there first.

(source)

This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that went missing (or was added to a platform) after that date.

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mrsnishimuraaa · 4 months ago

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valentines trip

sunghoon x 8th member f! reader

i actually came up with this in the shower lmfao, sorry it’s a bit short maybe rushed but i couldn’t hold the idea in but i also have to go to school in the morning 😭 enjoy !

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feb 13th 4:00AM

your woken to the sound of an alarm, that’s definitely wasn’t yours you literally all had the week off, turning to look at the bed across from yours you see sunghoon sitting up “what are you doing” your voice is quiet and laced with confusion, sitting up yourself as he turns on the big light in your shared room earning a groan from you. “pack your bags” he says plainly, sliding your suitcase toward the end of your bed “sorry what? sunghoon it’s literally dark outside” your insanely confused, checking your phone as it reads 4am “it’s four in the morning hoon” you say brushing the hair out of your face.

“just pack your bags we are going somewhere” “sunghoon. we have the week off where could we possibly be going?” “ y/n stop asking questions and pack” he laughs, watching you slowly arise from bed as you make your way to the closet “can you atleast tell me where we are going at four in the morning” you ask, unzipping your suitcase

“the airport”

“what?”

“what do you mean the airport, sunghoon we are on break” your confusion cracks him up, his laughter overtaking your ears. “im taking you somewhere” his voice sincere as you watch him pack some of his most expensive clothes, including a suit. “what are you packing a suit for?” you almost snort, you get he’s big on fashion but really?. “pack a really nice outfit please, like really nice” he asks softly as he throws the last few things in his own suitcase. you give him a questioning look but yet comply.

“so where are we going?” you ask, still confused “take a guess” “i don’t know? jeju island?” “no, no it’s far away” “oh i know! japan” “no further” “i don’t know just tell me” “ sydney” “like the sydney in australia” “yes where else?”

your left so confused, why would he take you to sydney for apparent no reason. “it’s valentine’s day tomorrow and we haven’t had a valentine like ever so i thought id take us somewhere” he finally gives you the information you had been needing for almost an hour. how sweet of him, your confusion finally passes and you just can’t help but hug the boy.

after making it to the airport successfully without being followed by saesangs surprisingly, you both check in, but as you grab your ticket from the machine and skim through it to make sure all the information was correct “business class?” you look up at him seeing the smile on his face “park sunghoon.” you shove his shoulder lightly as he laughs “i can’t help myself i need to spoil you” his hand brushes over the small of your back, encouraging you to scurry on towards the gate to board your flight.

after landing in sydney after what felt like a million years, it was immediately 3x hotter than korea, the two of you regretting wearing prada jackets almost immediately but at the same time praying you don’t get recognised. after getting your bags and making it through customs, you head toward the taxi area.

the taxi had taken you to your hotel, which you known all too well the ‘crown’ you really can’t belive he went all out like this for valentine’s day. deciding to drop off your bags and luggage in reception before heading off together to go for a walk, admiring the pretty views the city offers without the stress of the public eye, yet still being cautious just in case “ i can’t belive you hoon” your protest only makes him laugh, he seriously just wants to spoil you rotten.

that afternoon he takes you out shopping, following you around through stores and helping you pick out clothing, all while holding all your purchases but he really thinks there is nothing better in the world he could be doing right now.

feb 14th 7:30PM

you now find the two of you out for dinner in one of the most fine dining experiences you might have ever been to, in a high rise building with a gorgeous view of the city, and of course park sunghoon. both dressed in expensive clothing as you laugh and conversate, the sensual feeling of it all yet you feel so relaxed and safe with him and in this moment. you give a look of confusion when he reaches into his bag, pulling out a small bag and passing it to you. “no you didn’t” you gasp, prying open the cartier bag as he sits back and smirks. observing the way your eyes light up at the sight of a gold ring and braclet “sunghoon” you look him in the eye, you want to kiss him so badly right now.

but when you really think that’s all, after loosing the fight to pay for the extremely expensive dinner, you come back to your hotel room decorated, roses and balloons on the wall as candles and petals scatter the room, your eyes light up turning to sunghoon as he grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“happy valentine’s day baby” he smiles at you before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

well say you didn’t get any sleep that night

#enhypen #kpop #enhypen thoughts #enhypen x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon enhypen

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knmaskitten · 1 year ago

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Love me back ⊹ ♡

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.

Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.

notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).

wc: 2,500

It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.

Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.

You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guy™ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant.

You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practise; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.

He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:

“I’m…I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.

“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.

He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.

It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.

“Right, sorry, here you go.”

"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.

That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practise around this hour.

One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.

“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.

“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.

“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.

You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.

“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.

“I…” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practise, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.

With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”

He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”

Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.

“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.

And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.

In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.

This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.

So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.

You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.

So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:

“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.

“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”

“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”

“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.

“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.

There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.

“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.

“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!”

Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practise, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .

When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem.

At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.

“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”

You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.

“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.

“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.

“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.

“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.

“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race.

“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”

“I…its just…I." He started.

“You what?”

He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.

“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”

You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated.

“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”

And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.

Thank you for reading <3

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sycamorelibrary754 · 4 months ago

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May I request, angst (tiny) with fluff with Yelena?

Reader & yelena have been struggling with trying to find time for one another, Yelena doing her think with tracking down the other widows to free them, reader constantly at the compound training, or training new members etc

& when Yelena has found & free’d the last widow, she books a vacation and is able to trick reader into “a mission” but it’s just Yelena whisking reader away to a cabin in the woods or snowy mountains for some time away from general life?

Up to you what you do with this ofc, feel free to add anything, remove anything. You’ve got total control & freedom �� & up to you if reader is fem or gn! I don’t mind

Aloha 🌺

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lately, you and Yelena have faced an uphill battle trying to carve out quality time together. While she tirelessly hunts down the remaining widows to set them free, you find yourself at the compound, immersed in training recruits, the hours slipping away in a blur. But after Yelena’s relentless efforts culminate in rescuing the last widow, it’s time for a well-deserved break. The blonde set her sights on a surprise tropical getaway for the two of you, eager to whisk you away from the chaos and into the sun-soaked paradise you’ve been dreaming about.

Word Count: 5.6k

Genre: Fluff with light angst.

Warnings: None

A/N: This was so much fun to write!

You trudged into the compound kitchen after the third recruit training session of the day, looking for the Advil. When Maria suggested you take the lead on training the latest recruits, you didn't know they would give you such a headache. Rifling through the cupboards, you sighed as you came up empty.

“Looking for this, Agent Y/L/N?” Nat smirked, calling you by the title used by the recruits as she tossed you the bottle.

“Yes! Thank you,” you replied, catching it like a maraca. “I swear, if one more person calls me Agent Y/L/N today, I'm going to break their arm,” you grumbled as you downed a couple of pills with a glass of water.

“Recruit training going that well, huh?” She asked, a sly smile crossing her face as she poured herself a protein shake.

“They get an A for effort,” you replied, resting your chin in your hand.

“But,” Natasha raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story.

“But they’re incredibly slow and unprofessional,” you admitted with a sigh.

“They’ll come around eventually; give them time,” Natasha said, her tone reassuring. “They’re just a bit green.”

You couldn't help but smirk. “Yeah, and so was Bruce, but we don’t hold that against him,” you teased.

Natasha chuckled. “Touché. Speaking of coming around, I spoke with Yelena earlier,” she said, her expression shifting to something softer.

Your heart sank a little at her words. “She’s not coming home tonight, is she?” you asked, already knowing the answer but hoping for a different one.

Nat sighed, fingers threading through her vibrant red hair, glimmering faintly under the soft light. “This is our last widow,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “She’s vanished off the grid in Japan. It’s just going take Yelena longer than initially anticipated to track her down.”

You tapped your fingers against the counter in acknowledgment, your gaze drifting away from Natasha’s earnest eyes.

“Y/N…” she began softly, but you cut her off.

“Hey, that’s how things go,” you said, forcing a small, brave smile. “Thanks for letting me know, Nat.” Touching her shoulder as you moved past toward your room.

*^~^*

After a long and arduous week spent navigating the dense, mystical Yakushima forest in search of her widow, Yelena finally found a moment to reach out to you. With a heavy heart, she began her journey back to the bustling city of Tokyo, feeling the weight of the failed search.

Once she had returned to an area with cell service, she eagerly tapped your icon on her phone and listened intently as the line connected. However, her call ringing echoed in silence, drowned out by the chaos of recruits sparring nearby. Their shouts and the clashing sounds of training gear filled the air, preventing you from hearing her call. Frustrated, she watched the call go to voicemail, her heart sinking.

“Hey, baby. It’s me,” she began, her voice soft yet laced with longing as she shifted the phone from one ear to another, trying to block out the noise around her. “I miss you so much.” She took a moment, her thoughts lingering on you. “I hope the recruits aren’t driving you mad with their antics. I can’t believe I'm still not home and counting the days until I can see you again. I promise I’ll make this up to you somehow. I love you. Bye for now.”

“Good job today, everyone,” you announced as the training session wrapped up. “Just a quick reminder—our team-based combat simulations start tomorrow. Also, Ramirez and Williams, let’s focus on sharpening your accuracy with marksmanship next time. Keep up the good work. Dismissed!”

As the last recruit exited the gym, you caught your breath before reaching for your phone. With a slight furrow in your brow, you noticed Yelena's notification, and your heart ached in anticipation. Pressing play on the missed voicemail, you were immediately enveloped by the weight of her sorrowful tone. It was clear that Yelena felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility—a fierce conviction that she alone must be the one to liberate the widows now that the oppressive reign of Dreykov and the Red Room had crumbled away. With each passing moment, the urgency grew—she was down to the last of thousands of girls, and failure was not an option. You knew that Yelena would stop at nothing to find her. Yet, beneath her strong exterior, you recognized the isolation this pursuit inflicted upon her.

Frustration gnawed at you as you tried to reach Yelena again, only to be met with silence. “Damn it,” you muttered under your breath. In a moment of hope, you decided to fire off a text instead.

Y/N: Hey love, I’m sorry for missing your call. The recruits are a handful; it feels like herding cats, but we’re making some headway. I miss you more than words can say.

With a sigh, you tucked your phone into the back pocket of your tactical suit and headed back to your room. The evening loomed ahead, filled with recruit evaluations and the bittersweet company of the television.

*^~^*

Maria leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen against the desk as she looked at you expectantly. “So, if we stick to the current schedule, we should be able to kick off our final recruit evaluations by the 24th. What do you think, Y/N?”

You didn’t respond, caught in your thoughts, and Maria could feel the distance between you. With a gentle sigh, she set aside the training files and approached the front of her desk, concern etched on her face. “Y/N? Are you still with me?”

Startled, you blinked, realizing you’d zoned out. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Maria’s gaze softened as she noticed the shadows lingering under your eyes and the weight of sadness on your face. “I know it’s been tough with Yelena away for so long,” she said softly.

You shifted uncomfortably, desperate to divert the conversation. “So, uh, is Cap planning to come watch training this week?”

“Y/N,” Maria said gently, “when did you last speak to her?”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. “Honestly, I can’t even remember. It feels like we keep missing each other, just playing an endless game of phone tag.”

The brunette nodded, her mind sorting through her mental Rolodex of contacts. “I hope you get the chance to speak with her soon. In the meantime, I think we’re good to go for now. I’ll let you know when Steve is ready to deliver his infamous responsibility lecture,” she added, emphasizing the last words with playful air quotes.

As you stood up, a smirk crossed your face, reminiscing about the time you endured that lecture as a fresh recruit. “Does that talk still come with the same warning about bad language words?” you teased.

“Sadly, yes,” Maria replied with a resigned laugh.

“Maybe it’s time for a swear jar policy,” you suggested with a chuckle, imagining the overflowing jar as you headed out the door.

Maria waited until you closed the door and were out of earshot before making a move. “FRIDAY, get the Public Security Intelligence Agency of Japan on the line, please.”

*^~^*

Yelena pulled open the heavy stainless steel fridge door in the dimly lit safehouse, a familiar ritual that had begun to feel daunting. Despite Stark's wealth, the sparse shelves inside the fridge always surprised her. The cold air spilled into the room as she scanned the meager contents—scattered remnants of unappealing leftovers and a bottle of mustard. With a resigned sigh, she assembled a makeshift meal from the paltry offerings, knowing it would hardly rival a warm bowl of macaroni and cheese, but it would have to suffice for now.

As she settled into her dinner routine, a sharp knock echoed through the silence, sending a shiver down her spine. Instinctively, she set her fork aside and reached for her gun on the counter. Her dominant hand gripped the weapon firmly while her off hand steadied a small flashlight, its beam cutting through the shadows. She crouched, illuminating the floor to reveal dark silhouettes of feet lurking just outside the door.

Peering through the peephole, Yelena saw a Japanese military officer, his beard framing a serious expression. “Who is it?” she called out, her voice steady and commanding.

“Colonel Akira Matsumoto,” he replied, formal yet respectful.

With a cautious glance, Yelena lowered her weapon and slowly opened the door, her instincts still on high alert. Colonel Matsumoto performed a deep bow, a gesture of respect and peace.

Yet, years of training had taught her to be wary. “What do you want? Who sent you?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing.

“The Public Security Intelligence Agency was contacted by Agent Maria Hill,” he explained, his demeanor serious as he extended a file folder toward her. “She said you would need this.” With a crisp salute, he stepped back, his presence retreating into the shadows of the corridor.

Yelena hesitated momentarily, her gaze flickering between the officer’s retreating figure and the file now resting in her hands.

She glanced around the dimly lit hall before firmly shutting the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the stillness. She moved to the couch, its fabric cool against her skin as she sank into the cushions.

With a deep breath, she opened the file, letting its contents spill across the cluttered coffee table—a jumble of papers, photographs, and notes that painted a chaotic picture of her missing widow. Each page chronicled past encounters, recent sightings, and a promising lead about where she was headed. “What the hell?” She muttered, surprise washing over her.

A sudden ping from her burner phone shattered her thought, jarring her back to the present. She glanced at the screen, her heart heavy as she read the message.

Maria: Find your last widow and come home. Y/N needs you.

*^~^*

A few days later, you gathered the recruits early in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sprawling grounds of the Avengers Compound. You noticed the mix of excitement and nervousness on their faces. With a rallying shout, you motioned for them to line up. After a quick warm-up to loosen their muscles, you led them at a brisk pace through the lush greenery surrounding the compound.

As you ran, you encouraged them to keep pace, pointing out various landmarks along the way—the state-of-the-art training facilities, the high-tech labs, and the impressive hangars where advanced equipment was stored. The fresh morning air filled your lungs; with each step, you felt the camaraderie building among the group. You could hear their footsteps thumping against the gravel path, the sound of determination echoing in the stillness of the morning.

As you rounded the south side of the complex, suddenly, the sharp sound of a grappling hook striking the concrete facade echoed through the grounds. From the rooftop above, a figure suddenly emerged—initially a blur, but soon recognizable by her striking short blonde hair. Your eyes widened in surprise. The recruits stumbled to a halt behind you. With a fluid leap, Yelena landed smoothly on the ground, her boots barely sounding on the compound's terrain. Her eyes lock onto you, and a hint of a smile plays on her lips.

"Welcome back," you said, trying to sound professional in front of the recruits despite your shockk and the desire to jump into her arms.

Yelena strode confidently towards you, her long coat billowing behind her. "It's good to be back," she replied, her voice low and smooth. "I see you're keeping busy.” As the blonde approached confidently, her sharp gaze swept over the recruits, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "So, this is the new lineup? How are they faring?"

With a mischievous grin, you responded, "You know the routine—if luck’s on our side, we might have a couple who rise to the occasion by the end of training."

You caught a fleeting glimpse of uncertainty in their eyes but then opted to lighten the mood. Glancing at your watch, you announced, “Alright, let’s hit pause for a moment. Everyone, take ten.”

As soon as the recruits disappeared from view, Yelena intertwined her fingers with yours. The cool touch of her rings sends a chill down your back. The distant sounds of training faded into a hush. She guided you behind a nearby lab. In an instant, Yelena pulled you close, her breath warm against your skin. Suddenly, your lips met hers, igniting a spark of hurried passion, as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in that stolen moment.

Gasping for breath between heated kisses, you teased, “You realize you could have just used the front gate, right?”

“Ah, but where’s the thrill in that?” Yelena replied with a playful grin, pulling you closer.

“I take it you finally tracked down your last widow?” you inquired, curiosity peeked.

“I did, in the Shinjuku district. All thanks to Hill,” she replied before leaning in to place another tender kiss on your lips.

“Aww, what do we have here?” a voice sliced through the air, interrupting your moment with Yelena.

Both of you spun around, scanning the area for the source.

“Up here, ladies!” The voice called playfully.

You looked up to see Red Wing hovering before the two of you.

“Sam!” you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and exasperation coloring your tone. “What are you doing?”

“Just tracking down the source of that security breach,” Sam replied casually. “You know FRIDAY gives Tony the heads-up whenever something goes south with the compound’s security, right?”

Heat crept to your cheeks as you ran a hand down your face, caught between embarrassment and frustration.

“Cyka! Could we get some privacy, please?” Yelena shot back.

Sam chuckled, “If you were looking for privacy, I’d recommend a less theatrical entrance next time.”

Yelena grumbled, glancing impatiently at her watch. “I’m already late for the debriefing, and you’ve got a group of anxious recruits waiting for you. I’ll be in your room when you're done.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” you replied with a teasing smile and a lingering kiss.

“Ah, young love—so enchanting,” Sam's voice chirped through Red Wing.

You watched her leave, then turned your gaze back to the hovering drone. “I’m this close throwing a rock at that thing,” you muttered.

“His name is Red Wing,” Sam corrected. “And really, what sort of example would you be setting for the recruits?”

As you turned on your heel and walked away, a torrent of frustrated curses escaped your lips, barely audible yet simmering with exasperation.

*^~^*

By the time you wrapped up recruit training, completed their progress reports, met with Fury, and indulged in a refreshing shower, the world outside had slipped into darkness.

You softly pushed open the door to your bedroom. It was quiet, save for the soft sound of Yelena’s gentle breathing. She lay peacefully on your bed, her body nestled comfortably within the covers, lost in a deep sleep. You could see the exhaustion etched across her features; the jet lag alone would have been enough to bring anyone to their knees.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto the edge of the bed. As you turned to your side, the soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated her face, casting shadows that highlighted her delicate features. You reached out gently, brushing back a stray strand of her blonde hair that had fallen across her forehead, your fingers lingering just a moment to savor the softness. With a sigh, you closed your eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber, content knowing Yelena was finally home and you could pick up where you left off.

*^~^*

Yelena made sure to move as quietly as a whisper when she slipped out of bed in the morning, careful not to wake you. The sheets were still warm where she had lain, and the night pressed heavily upon her eyelids, urging her to return to sleep. Yet, the blonde had something else in mind. Her feet padded softly on the floor as she reached Maria’s office, pausing momentarily before knocking gently on the door.

“Come in,” came her voice from within, steady and inviting.

Yelena peeked into the room, where the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated Maria hunched over a stack of mission reports.

“Yelena, welcome back,” Maria said, setting the reports aside and offering a warm smile that softened her usually serious demeanor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“First of all, I wanted to thank you for your help in locating the last widow. Without your contact, I’d still be lost in the Yakushima forest, trying to decipher tracks in the underbrush,” she replied earnestly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Maria responded, a slight smirk barely curling her lips. “Was there a second of all?”

“I want to do something special for Y/N,” Yelena said. With a flourish, she pulled out her phone, the screen illuminating her face as she displayed vibrant photos of the one place you had always dreamt of visiting—an exotic paradise that seemed worlds away. “Can you help me make this happen?”

“I think we can arrange that,” Maria replied, her tone turning serious yet excited, and Yelena felt a flicker of hope.

*^~^*

As the light crept through the curtains, you instinctively reached out for Yelena, seeking the comfort of her presence. Instead, your fingers brushed against cool, empty sheets. Blinking away the remnants of slumber, you propped yourself up on one elbow and glanced around the room, your heart sinking at the sight of the empty bed.

“FRIDAY, where’s Yelena?” you called out, your voice breaking the quiet.

“Ms. Belova is preparing breakfast in the kitchen,” FRIDAY replied.

As you stepped into the kitchen, the inviting aroma of scrambled eggs filled the air. There sat your girlfriend, still in her cozy pajamas, artfully arranging two plates on the table.

“Wow, what’s all this, love? I thought you’d be sleeping,” you said, pulling out your chair and sitting.

She flashed you a warm smile, kissing your cheek softly as she settled beside you. “I know, but I wanted to make up for lost time. Hot sauce?” she offered, holding up the bottle playfully.

“Absolutely,” you replied, grinning back at her. “This is nice. I can’t even remember the last time we had breakfast together.”

“November 15th,” she replied casually, effortlessly mixing hot sauce into her eggs. “You had a bagel with cream cheese and grape jelly while I had honeycomb cereal and avocado toast.”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You remember that?”

“Of course!” she said, her tone teasing, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As you finished breakfast, the compound came to life. Steve walked in, his cheeks flushed from his run, his shirt clinging to his muscular frame. Natasha, preparing to hit the road, emerged from her room with her motorcycle helmet in hand. The inviting scent of chocolate chip cookies filled the air as Wanda began baking, effortlessly moving around the kitchen. Tony burst in next, a whirlwind of enthusiasm, pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee and excitedly rambling about complex calculations you didn't understand.

“Well, so much for our quiet moment,” Yelena said, her voice barely cutting through the lively chaos swirling around you.

You sighed, glancing at her with a mix of disappointment and concern. When you were about to suggest that perhaps she’d like to slip back under the covers for a little longer before the chaos of recruit training began, FRIDAY’s voice pierced the air.

“I apologize for the interruption, but Agent Hill urgently requires the immediate presence of Ms. Belova and Ms. Y/L/N in the Quinjet hangar. This is a priority one alert,” the AI announced.

You groaned, “Oh, come on, she just got home!”

“It’s okay, malyshka,” Yelena replied, doing her best to comfort you. “I’ll meet you down there.”

You nodded with a heavy heart and went to your room to quickly change.

“What the hell is a priority one alert?” Tony blurted out the moment you left the room.

“Watch your language,” Steve scolded, shaking his head.

“Yeah, that’s not even a thing, sestra,” Natasha added, crossing her arms.

“It’s the thing FRIDAY says when you’re planning a surprise romantic getaway for your girlfriend. So zip it before you ruin the surprise!” Yelena shot back with a fierce whisper.

“Language, Belova,” Steve reiterated.

“Oh, shove it, Captain goody-two-shoes!” Yelena retorted.

“That's so sweet,” Wanda gushed, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Where are you two going?”

“That information is classified. Now, if you'll all excuse me, I need to get back to deceiving my significant other,” Yelena smirked, her smile mischievous as she slipped out.

*^~^*

You donned your suit, the familiar fabric hugging your form as you entered the elevator. As it descended to ground level, a lump formed in your throat. Being an Avenger was a privilege you cherished, and the thrill of fighting for good filled you with purpose, but today’s call to action felt incredibly unfair. You had waited so long to reconnect with Yelena. Instead, you were reminded that sometimes duty meant sacrifice. You reassured yourself that she would be right there with you, but this wasn’t quite the peaceful reunion you had in mind.

As you stepped into the expansive hangar, your footsteps echoed off the metal walls. To your surprise, Yelena was already there, conversing with Maria. The two paused mid-sentence as they noticed your approach.

Maria’s expression softened, “I’m really sorry. I know you've just reunited, and I tried to find someone else for this mission, but—”

Don't worry about it,” you cut in, shifting into work mode. “What do we have?”

“We got intel early this morning about a hidden, high-tech Hydra base on the Hawaiian island of Kauai,” Maria said, her fingers flying over her tablet.

Yelena’s brows furrowed, “Operational or deserted?”

Maria swiped through images of the island, revealing lush greenery that concealed secrets. “It’s hard to tell. The dense foliage could be hiding anything from advanced weaponry to high-ranking Hydra officials.”

“What’s the ultimate objective?” you asked, your mind racing through the possibilities.

“Reconnaissance first,” Maria explained, her tone focused. “Then we disrupt any illicit activities on the ground.”

You nodded, determination setting in. “I’ll prep the Quinjet.”

“Got it; I’ll be right behind you, Y/N,” Yelena said as you headed up the ramp.

Once you were aboard, Yelena turned back to Maria, a playful grin spreading across her face. “I have to say, I’m impressed. That was some top-notch acting.”

Maria smirked. “You flatter me,” she said, playfully placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “I cleared you two for the week, so just make sure you don’t waste it.”

“Oh, don't worry, we won’t,” Yelena replied with a cheeky wink before boarding the Quinjet.

The brunette let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “You owe me one!” she shouted.

Yelena, undeterred, shot Maria a confident thumbs up. “We’re both doing a really good job!” she proclaimed, the aircraft’s engines roaring to life as you prepared for take-off.

A few minutes into the flight, you engaged the Quinjet’s autopilot, sinking back into the soft leather of your seat with a heavy sigh. You would never admit it, but Yelena wasn't the only one who was tired. Recruit training had exhausted you to no end. You closed your eyes, hoping for just a brief moment of respite. But, when you finally opened them again, Yelena was in the co-pilot seat beside you. Her fingers danced over the controls.

“What’s going on?” you murmured, still half-dreaming as your brain struggled to catch up.

“We’re prepared to land,” Yelena replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Already?” you exclaimed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with disbelief.

The blonde's laughter filled the cockpit like sunlight breaking through clouds. “It’s been four hours, detka.”

The shock of your delayed awareness hits you like a jolt of caffeine. “What?” you shouted, your heart racing. “Four hours?! Why didn't you wake me?”

Yelena turned to you, her expression playful yet sincere. “You were sleeping so soundly. I didn't want to interrupt,” she explained, her tone teasing but warm.

“Oh my God,” you groaned, exasperating, running a hand down your face. “I’m carrying our bags to the safe house. No arguments!”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Yelena replied with a knowing smile.

*^~^*

As the Quinjet touched down, you dashed toward the back, seizing the bags before Yelena could snag them. Sticking your tongue out at her in playful defiance.

The blonde chuckled at your bullishness. “Great, you’ve got the bags. Now, let’s get a move on,” she said, rolling her eyes affectionately.

With a soft whir, the ramp opened, revealing a breathtaking tapestry of Kauai's vibrant foliage bathed in dappled sunlight. The air was fragrant with tropical flowers, and a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves.

“Need a hand with those?” Yelena offered, squinting slightly as she observed how you juggled the bags while maneuvering down the ramp.

“Not a chance,” you declared confidently, your stubbornness radiating like a beacon.

“Upryamyy kak mul (stubborn as a mule),” Yelena murmured.

“What?” you asked, your brow furrowing in confusion.

She flashed you a playful smirk, the sunlight catching her features perfectly. “Oh, nothing, detka,” she said.

You walked what felt like miles—each step punctuated by the soft crunch of leaves and twigs beneath your feet—following Yelena through the dense Hawaiian jungle. Vines hung like twisted ropes from towering trees, and exotic birds flitted overhead, their calls echoing through the thick canopy.

After an eternity of navigating the seemingly endless green maze, you finally halted, letting the bags drop to the ground with a dramatic huff. You surveyed the landscape, each tree identical to the last, and turned to Yelena, “Are we lost?”

“No, trust me, the safe house is just a little farther this way,” Yelena insisted, striding confidently ahead.

You sighed and hoisted the bags back up, stacking them precariously. They were blocking your view, forcing you to stumble through the clearing, following the sound of Yelena’s voice.

“This way, Y/N! Come on!” came her cheerful call.

“I’m not a dog, you know,” you shot back sarcastically.

After a few more steps, you heard her say, “We’re here!”

“Finally,” you breathed, relief flooding you as you let the bags drop at your feet.

You had half-expected a rickety little shack, but what greeted you was a stunning retreat between the lush green mountains and the breathtaking valleys of Kauai's north shore. The place was nothing short of a modern Hawaiian estate.

“Woah,” you breathed, wide-eyed. “What is this?” Your gaze shifted between Yelena and the magnificent estate; disbelief etched on your face.

“This,” Yelena said, her hands gently framing your face, “is our vacation!”

“What?” Your mind whirled as you processed her words.

“Surprise, malyshka!” Yelena exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“No mission? No Hydra base?” you asked, each word tinged with confusion as reality settled in.

“Now you’re catching on!” she teased, tapping your cheek playfully. “All a clever ruse I came up with. Pretty ingenious, if I do say so myself.”

“But Maria—” you started, feeling the weight of your responsibilities.

“Was in on it,” Yelena finished smoothly, a knowing look in her eyes.

“What about the recruits? I can’t just abandon them,” anxiety creeping into your voice.

“I’ve already taken care of everything,” Yelena reassured you. “Natasha agreed to cover for you this week, and you’ll be back in time for their final evaluations.”

You stared at her, processing the news. The tension slowly ebbed away as the enormity of her gesture sunk in. Then, without thinking, you threw your arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her softly, gratitude pouring from every corner of your heart.

“I'm assuming this means I did well?” Yelena asked a hopeful glint in her eyes.

“You nailed it, babe,” you replied, your voice wavering with emotion.

“Do you want to go inside?” the blonde asked, her hand reaching out invitingly for yours.

You nodded eagerly, slipping your hand into hers, a thrill of anticipation racing through you.

As you crossed the threshold, a warm, welcoming ambiance enveloped you, perfectly embodying the essence of aloha. The interior was a stunning blend of traditional Hawaiian charm, sleek modern aesthetics, and innovative technology—timeless and cutting-edge.

“Wow,” you breathed, taking in the surroundings. “This place is amazing! Whose is it?”

“This is one of Stark’s properties. We get to enjoy it for the next seven days,” Yelena replied, her voice bouncing off the beautifully crafted stone walls.

“Aww, that’s so thoughtful of Tony,” you remarked, genuinely touched.

Yelena rubbed the back of her neck, a small smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, he doesn’t actually know we’re here. Maria coordinated the whole thing, so I guess I owe her a favor—probably for life.”

“I can only imagine,” you laughed, moving toward the expansive window. “Oh my God! Look at this view!”

You gasped as you peered at the breathtaking, private beach just steps from the back door, the turquoise waves lapping gently at the shore.

“Hmmm, I have a feeling we’re going to spend some time out there tonight,” Yelena said thoughtfully, pulling you closer into her embrace.

You smiled, a warm sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. “I like the sound of that,” you replied, wrapping your arms around her neck. “But I have to ask… what made you do all this?”

Yelena took a moment, her gaze steady as she searched for the right words. “I was away for so long, and you never questioned why I had to leave. You never doubted my mission to find those girls or my commitment to us. You never lost faith in me. I love you, Y/N, and I want you to feel that in every moment we share.”

“I love you, too, Yelena,” you replied, gently caressing her cheek. “I always understood you wouldn’t rest until you found every last one of them, and I knew you’d always find your way back to me. I can’t tell you how proud I am of the incredible woman you are.”

Unshed tears glimmered in the blonde’s eyes as she absorbed your heartfelt words. “Okay, that was really good,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. She leaned in, her warmth enveloping you as her lips met yours in a sweet, tender kiss filled with unspoken promises.

*^~^*

You spent a blissful seven days with Yelena in your tropical Hawaiian paradise, enveloped by the breathtaking beauty of Kauai. Each day began with the sun rising over the ocean, casting golden hues across the sky, inspiring you to venture into the stunning natural landscape. You explored the island’s lush green trails, hiking through dense forests filled with chirping birds and rustling leaves, feeling invigorated by the fresh, salty air.

You spent adventurous days catching waves together as you surfed, the rush of the ocean exhilarating and bonding. You laughed and encouraged each other as you paddled out and rode the swells, the sun warming your skin and the surf splashing around you. You kayaked along peaceful coastlines, marveling at the stunning cliffs and vibrant marine life beneath the shimmering waters, feeling your connection deepen with each shared experience.

Yelena especially found joy in the spacious, state-of-the-art kitchen. Every day became a culinary adventure as you experimented with fresh local ingredients, creating dishes that satisfied your appetites and made you appreciate your time together even more. The adjacent dining area was a picture-perfect setting, boasting panoramic views of the surrounding mountains and valleys, and the colors of sunset painted a backdrop that made every meal feel special.

In the afternoons, you indulged in relaxation by the infinity-edge swimming pool, which seemed to blend seamlessly into the endless blue of the ocean. The soothing sounds of water surrounded you as you floated, enjoying each moment of tranquility. When the sun begins to set, you often unwind in the adjacent hot tub, soaking away the day's adventures while sharing stories and laughter.

Evenings turned into cozy movie nights in Tony’s high-tech theater and game room, where you made a ritual of watching classic films and trying to beat each other’s high scores on his collection of arcade games. The allure of competition fueled your playful banter.

When the week ended and you packed to return home, a bittersweet feeling washed over you. You both knew that this lavish escape was exactly what you needed amid the chaos of your lives as Avengers. It was a retreat that rejuvenated not just your bodies but also your spirits. You were confident that the challenges that awaited you back in the real world would be met with a newfound strength—a bolstered bond, a deeper understanding, and an enduring love that would make everything worthwhile. You couldn’t imagine life any other way.

As you took a final glance around the place, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on Yelena’s cheek, an amused smirk playing on your lips. “You realize you could have just told me about the vacation, right? Could have saved all this hassle?”

“Ah, but where’s the thrill in that?” Yelena teased with a playful wink.

#yelena boleva #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova x female reader #maria hill #mcu #the avengers #light angst #fluff

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reicchel · 6 months ago

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Hello from Reichel and Buri ( @demonslayedher )! This is going to be another multi-part, tag-team post to finally encapsulate our KnY-focused missions together last month. We’ve finally compiled everything about our biggest mission: Universal Studios Japan and their Kimetsu no Yaiba events!

Last year I went to Japan for the first time. It was a guided tour through Tokyo (and other countries in South Asia) because I was afraid to venture out on my own. But since I would already be on the other side of the world, I arranged a little detour to Osaka to meet Buri. We didn't get much time together, but we did make the most of it.

I went to Universal Studios Japan on Friday while she was working, because I had wanted to visit Super Nintendo World ever since it opened. I had a blast, and the best was that I got to meet Princess Peach and take a picture with her.

But deep within my heart, I was also sad that the Kimetsu no Yaiba ride and restaurant had ended a long time before I arrived. Then, shortly after I came back to my country, it was announced that they would be running again for a couple of months in 2024.

I was SO tempted to go back in April and celebrate my birthday in Japan, but Buriko was going to be on this side of the pond and also… going back to Japan in less than six months didn’t seem like the most sensible thing for my wallet.

But! Then after some time… a new KnY event at USJ was announced! The theme was the Swordsmith Village (yeah, I know, that was so last year) and it would be running from July 19, 2024 to January 5, 2025, a wider window of time to plan a trip. I talked to Buri and she was up for it, so we looked for a time when she wouldn’t be as busy with work so we could go together and have a KnY special day at USJ. (The whole trip would be very KnY-focused, since that’s what brought us together, but it wouldn’t be limited to that, and she was so very kind to host me for the time I was visiting).

The first thing after getting my plane tickets was to set the date for our USJ visit. Even though we’d have a whole day at the park, riding the XR Ride was the priority, of course (and checking out the exclusive merch), so we decided to get a fast pass that also included an entry to the restaurant without making a line and the new Kny-themed popcorn bucket. So, with our entry tickets and our fast passes secured, we only had to wait for the day to come.

#the 2024 joint mission thru japan #usj mission #kny events #kimetsu no yaiba

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haikyu-mp4 · 1 year ago

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Fan behaviour

word count; 2898 – f!reader, manga spoilers

Hoshiumi was looking for the right entrance at nationals when he saw you for the first time. You were dashingly beautiful and looking frankly a bit lost. His stare shamelessly settled on you, already memorising your pretty features. Weirdly enough, they seemed somewhat familiar.

You must have felt the burning stare, eyes finally meeting his and just barely startling him. He opened his mouth, about to make some smart comment that would be one of his first attempts at flirting, but he wasn’t given the chance. “Hoshiumi Korai,” you said, crossing your arms. You were interesting and spoke confidently. He watched in awe as a small smile fell on your face. She knows me?

“Have we met?” he asked, sounding annoyed even if he didn’t mean to. He wished he knew your name too, if only so that you wouldn’t have the upper hand on the conversation.

“They say you’re the new little giant,” you say, stepping closer slowly and not exactly answering him. As you came closer, Korai could see that you were slightly taller than him.

“So you’re a fan.” he teased, raising his chin as if it made him taller.

“You might face Karasuno on the court soon, I’d rather you see me as competition,” you say, not backing up and sticking to your sweet, bordering on smug, smile.

“Karasuno… Then I look forward to beating you,” he said, already knowing that it was a match he was dying to play. No less now that the mystery girl was involved.

“Good luck.”

Unfortunately, Kamomedai defeated Karasuno after Hinata was benched with a fever. You almost felt out of breath watching Hoshiumi call out to Hinata that he would be waiting for him as the little tangerine was escorted off the court. Hoshiumi’s stature and voice had you wrapped around his finger from the sidelines.

Korai celebrated with his teammates after their win, and he was only spared a few three seconds to meet your eyes through the crowd before getting scooped up in celebrations again. You had more important things to do anyway, like support your younger brother through his first loss of the season.

You two didn’t see Hoshiumi much for your third year. You came to cheer for some of Tobio’s games when they got to nationals again and purposefully looked for the white-haired boy but didn’t find yourself lucky. Sometimes you wondered if he looked for you too and the two of you just missed each other. Then it was off to university, leaving that silly crush behind.

Kageyama Tobio, your younger brother by one year, told you about Hoshiumi Korai when he went to the All-Japan training camp in his first year. You simply had to research this guy who thought he was all that. There wasn’t much to find, he didn’t enjoy interviews, but that’s how you knew his name when you two first met. Tobio had called you in the evening one day while at the camp, saying that some guys were trying to pick fights with him even though he couldn’t quite understand it. You adored your clueless brother and just told him to keep being himself and make the most out of his time there. His skillset would speak for itself. He eventually left the camp with a good experience and new inspiration, and you welcomed him home to hear him talk about what the floor was made of. However, your mind kept going back to this little guy with white hair that made Tobio think that Hinata could fly even higher. If you hadn’t been so distracted by that, maybe you would have noticed how bothered Tobio was with Atsumu’s comment about his playstyle.

When said dear little brother got accepted to join the Schweiden Adlers, you were thrilled! Not just because it was a team you used to watch on television, but because that also happened to be where Hoshiumi ended up. Call it silly, but your little crush on him hadn’t exactly worn off as he just got a bit taller and more handsome every year. He was eventually forced to start doing some interviews, and who could blame you for watching them? It’s not fan behaviour, you just.. like.. him?

It might be impossible to believe, but you finally met him again without meaning to. You barely let Tobio open his front door before pushing your way inside, a huge bowl of food that your older sister made you bring from her place settled in your arms. “Tobio, hii. Miwa told me to bring you some food so I’ll just stuff this in the fridge,” you rambled as you toed off your shoes and strolled into his living room. “Oh.. sorry…”

There sat Tobio’s new friends, Hoshiumi and Ushijima. Your brother came up beside you and complained about you just walking in as if you lived in his apartment, so you fired back by complaining about his ungratefulness. Poor visitors didn’t know what they should do and ended up just awkwardly waiting for you two to stop bickering. Ushiwaka tried to share a look with Hoshiumi, but the shorter man was stuck looking at you with his mouth slightly open in awe.

“Well if it isn’t my greatest competitor.” he interrupted, leaning forward in his seat with an incredibly charming, lop-sided grin.

And as you and Kageyama both faced him with incredulous looks that were nearly identical, it clicked. They’re siblings. Tobio had no idea what his teammate was talking about, but you finally fell into a smile at the fond memory, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Little giant, you remember me?”

“How could I forget that sweet look of defeat when we beat you.” he countered, standing up even though there was a whole coffee table between you two. Let’s just say he never worked on his flirting techniques as much as his volleyball techniques. Kageyama watched with a frown but didn’t want to interrupt Korai.

You handed the food over to your brother before rolling up your sleeves like you were squaring up, squinting at the white-haired man for a moment before acknowledging the other one as well. “Sorry, hi. Kageyama y/n, nice to finally meet you,” you said calmly, bowing to Ushiwaka who sharply bowed back with a short answer of his name and a greeting.

Tobio walked to the kitchen to put away the food while you turned your attention back to the shortest man. Hoshiumi hadn’t heard your name before, but now he quite liked it. Like he couldn’t wait for it to roll off his tongue.

“You should come to our game next week.” Hoshiumi blurted out confidently, sitting back down in his seat and glancing to his side where there was space for you to sit down. Not that he dared to ask if you were staying.

“Right, I brought your ticket,” Tobio mumbled, as if suddenly remembering that he had invited you to that one too. You were still quite interested in the sport, helping Tobio practice when you weren’t out with your own friends while growing up. “Here.”

“Thanks,” you said while putting your shoes back on. You playfully ruffled your brother’s hair before waving at the rest of the crowd, letting your eyes linger for a second longer on Korai. “I’ll be there as your fan this time, play well,” you said before leaving so none of the men could see the light blush that covered your cheeks. Hoshiumi was left feeling breathless from the interaction. When you know, you know.

The visit became rather short as you had to move on with other errands, but now you had something exciting to tell your friends while sitting down for coffee tomorrow.

Game day arrived and you put on some of the Adlers merch that Tobio got you before heading to the stadium. You went with Hinata and the two of you enjoyed catching up in the best seats, ready for the teams to come out and play. You sent a couple of snaps of the crowd to your brother as well as a couple of selfies with his friend, hoping to hype him up and show him where your seats were. The number on your shirt said 16, which you just assumed was Tobio’s number since he was the one you should be cheering on, but Hinata had given it a curious look when he sat down. He didn’t know you were so close to Hoshiumi but he didn’t want to intrude and ask.

The game started and everyone around you quickly learnt that you and Hinata could make up a whole cheering squad on your own. Whenever there was anything you could react to, you two would be on your feet and cheering or booing the loudest out of everyone. After a particularly nice kill from Hoshiumi, set up by Tobio, you pointed to the white-haired man and yelled with joy. “Nice kill, little giant!”

Hoshiumi looked at you in surprised glee that suddenly turned into a shock that he had to quickly shake off so they could continue the game. His eyes had gone from your face down to your shirt before he quickly turned away, making you finally sit down and rethink your life choices.

“This is Hoshiumi’s number, huh?” you asked Hinata rhetorically, already feeling the embarrassment and planning out how to destroy the one who gave it to you. You finally noticed the number on the original owner’s shirt and covered your red face with your hands. Now you certainly looked like a fan.

After the match, you and Hinata made your way down and to the back, showing VIP passes to the guards so you could wait in the closest hallway outside the locker rooms. The two of you had gotten into the hype again after your embarrassment and were now on cloud nine after the win. Both reenacting your favourite moments and talking over each other.

Hoshiumi found you very beautiful the first time you two crossed paths, and that never changed. He got so flustered seeing you with his number, but it also boosted his morale for sure. Tobio smirked sideways at him when they were changing, finding himself pretty clever. And it only got better when Ushijima got involved.

“Are you and Kageyama’s sister romantically involved, Hoshiumi?” he asked, ever so formal and making Kageyama crack up. The shortest boy was sputtering in disbelief, face tomato red.

“No! We’re not!” he denied as if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. It had.

“Oh. Okay.”

When they exited the locker rooms, Hoshiumi and Kageyama found you and Hinata outside, excitedly jumping around and not seeming to notice anyone outside your bubble. Hoshiumi felt this old pride bubble in his stomach, wondering how tall Hinata had gotten now and if you ever went to a black jackals game with his number on your shirt.

So he cleared his throat, making you quickly turn around, flustered by how you could suddenly see his face up close. He was thinking the same thing, and the other two guys were in disbelief at how neither of you decided to start the conversation.

“Nice jersey, y/n.” your brother teased childishly, making you move your stare to glare at him.

“You-“ you started saying before jumping at him and pulling his hair angrily. That was always the best way to get him to surrender his towering height so you could rub the top of his head until he gave up. The older sibling always wins.

“Let go! You said you were a fan so I got you his jersey!” he complained, embarrassed that some more teammates might see this. You did as he asked, dusting your hands off and stepping back beside Hinata. Hoshiumi found you entertaining and even chuckled a little, finally out of the stupor your pretty face left him in earlier.

“I am flattered,” Korai said, making you look back at him and trying to contain your blush. Now he’s all cocky about it, and you wish you didn’t find it so attractive. “Truly.”

“Careful or I’ll beat you up just the same,” you mumbled, biting back a smile. Now, you might think all Hoshiumi could see in that sentence was a challenge, but he was already trying to win another competition.

“I bet you’d look good doing that too,” he said cheekily, cheering on the inside when you turned away first and started walking towards the exit. That’s a win.

“Are we going out to eat or not?”

After getting out into fresh air, you cooled off from your flustered state and fell into more normal conversation. The atmosphere was nice and mostly filled with friendly bickering, but only the two in question seemed to notice their eyes drifting to each other every so often when Hinata and Kageyama were busy yelling at each other.

The dinner was nice, like a group of friends who had very obvious, growing crushes on each other. You sat beside Hinata, across from Korai, and to say it annoyed Korai was an understatement. This was the one thing he absolutely wouldn’t lose to Hinata. He wanted his fingers to accidentally brush against your thigh.

So after everyone went their separate ways, he texted the orange-haired man. Something blunt along the lines of are you interested in Kageyama?

Shoyo: which one?

Korai stared at the message for a moment before chuckling. The girl?

Shoyo: not like you are;)

Korai put a thumbs-up reaction to the message, laughing to himself at how he didn’t even realise Hinata might have a thing for Tobio. Guess it’s a competition, first to ask their Kageyama out. This is just how his brain works.

Hoshiumi is sitting in front of the TV in his apartment and does what he finds to be the most tactical next step. He calls Hirugami and updates him on everything.

“Your heart skipped a beat? Who are you and what did you do to Korai?”

“Shut up,” he said, clearly not angry at all but rather embarrassed that his best friend was calling him out on his uncharacteristic heart palpitations. “It’s so weird, I even imagined her meeting my mom. And you. You’d get along, I bet. She’s like me but sweeter.”

“That’s exactly what I always thought you were missing. A little sweetness.” Hirugami said. It was very clearly supposed to be teasing but Korai got a little stuck on it, a small dazed smile falling on his face as he thought about you rambling on by the dinner table earlier. He looked around his relatively boring apartment, at how there was perfect space for another person cuddled up to his side on the couch. “Korai?”

“Sorry. I just think you had a point,” he admitted. “I have her number now, is it rude to ask her out over text?”

Hoshiumi stared at the message he wanted to send you and for the first time in a long while, he felt a little extra insecure. What if you didn’t actually like him? You could probably get someone like Ushijima. Someone taller.

No. He will be whatever he needs to be to deserve your attention. If only he knew he already was the object of all your desires.

Just like the first time you met, you got ahead of him. He saw your name pop up on his screen and he let out an audible gasp. You played really well today, I was proud to wear your number:)

Korai wrote and rewrote about ten different responses, even requesting some help from his aforementioned friend. Thank you! I appreciated seeing you there.

It was a stale and basic answer and made him subconsciously bite at the tip of his fingernail as he watched your chat. He should have said you looked good in it or something, damn it. Nonetheless, you didn’t disappoint. Would you like to call? I’m bored.

And so he spent the rest of the evening listening to you talk and laughing with you. He moved around his apartment, played with a volleyball he had lying around and held the weirdest poses on the sofa because all his attention was on your voice. By the time you hesitantly thanked each other for the time spent, it was the middle of the night and he didn’t have any other choice but to go to sleep if he wanted to make it to practice in the morning. As he tossed and turned in his bed that night, he couldn’t stop berating himself for not securing a date.

Instead, you and Hoshiumi got into the habit of calling each other almost every evening. It made him happy and built up his confidence enough that he eventually dared ask if he could take you out, just the two of you.

Your first date was fantastic. He took you to play laser tag and the other teams didn’t stand a chance against the two of you. After getting the gear off, you were laughing on your way out and he led you to a restaurant close by. Well planned, of course. You shared two different dishes and it really just felt like you were catching up on years of not being friends.

And what better way to finish catching up on your friendship than ending said friendship with a sweet kiss?

masterlist

#hoshiumi x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #hq x reader #fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #hq #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #hoshiumi kourai #ushijima #kageyama #schweiden adlers

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cottonlemonade · 1 year ago

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How You Met

word count: 1062 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers, swearing once, cause Atsumu, mentions of academic pressure/anxiety

You sighed when you caught a glimpse of the unyielding gray sky out the library window. Lunch at your favorite café had lifted your spirits a little but did nothing to the overall feeling of anxiety that always came and went throughout the semester.

You felt around in your bag to make sure you packed an umbrella and tried not to think too much about the things you would rather be doing right now than sitting here and revising your notes. Listless and your head filled with melancholy, you stayed at the library for another hour, mostly on your phone, unable to concentrate on the neatly written cue cards, before finally throwing in the towel and packing up to leave.

When you stepped outside the air felt heavy but at least there was no rain yet.

You texted your friends that you had given up on academics for the day and were on your way back home, trying not to sound too miserable and eventually reached the bus stop, joining the many other commuters, all chatting or quietly glued to their phones. Finding a spot towards the end of the line you stood next to a tall guy, dressed in all black, a mask and cap covering his face and hair. After living in Tokyo for quite some time you had grown accustomed to people like him, those who so clearly didn’t want to be recognized or just wanted to pretend to be someone important or mysterious or all of the above.

Deep in thought about the possibility of dropping by your friend’s place to cuddle her dog for a while to cheer you up, you didn’t notice the wall of rain coming your way at first.

You ducked your head, hectically rummaging around for the umbrella. When you wanted to open it, however, the top just popped off, flying uselessly off the handle onto the road where a passing van swiftly dragged it along.

For a second or so you just stood there, handle in hand, watching the umbrella top disappear in traffic, not even slightly slowing down the cars.

Your mood turned from surprised to sour and you raised your hands to at least protect yourself a little, even though you were already drenched by the thick splattering drops and spray from the cars.

And just as you were contemplating that you might as well start to cry now, unnoticed in the downpour, the rain suddenly stopped, or at least for a confusing second you thought it did. The masked guy next to you had stepped to the side so that his umbrella was covering you now as well.

You gaped at him.

"Thank you.", you said, grateful, but not quite able to keep your voice steady.

He gave you a puzzled look upon the voice crack and even through the tumult of the cars whooshing past and the rain hammering onto the roof of the bus stop and his umbrella, you could hear him smirk.

"No problem.", he replied, somehow managing to sound indifferent, self satisfied and curious all at once.

He was quite a bit taller than you and a few blond strands protruded from his cap over the otherwise dark undercut.

And then, as he felt you staring, he leaned back a bit to expose a giant poster ad running on the side of the bus stop, showing a glorified action shot of a young man with a blond undercut, hitting a volleyball. In bold letters it read Black Jackals Miya Atsumu. You frowned at first, then understood and offered a politely impressed smile which he apparently took as you being too stunned to speak in his presence. He gave a nonchalant shrug as if to say “Yes, indeed it is I.”

You were sure your friend had told you about him. The name looked familiar. And judging by the poster he was just as handsome as she described. Didn’t she say he was one of the best setters in all of Japan or something?

“Hey, uhm, this is gonna sound weird, but I have a friend who is a fan of yours - I think.”

“Friend, huh?”, Atsumu looked you up and down, his mask hiding the grin he wore as he appreciated how your wet clothes clung to your plump figure.

“Yes, a friend. Would you mind giving me an autograph for her?”

He nodded and pulled a pen from his pocket, patiently waiting for you to retrieve a notebook from your backpack. You flipped to a free page and held it out to him.

“What’s yer “friend’s” name?”, he asked.

You began spelling the characters. He paused, frowning. “That’s a Japanese name.”

You nodded. “It is.”

“But ya don’t… look… Japanese.”, he said, confused.

Now it was your turn to knit your brow. “I… don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“Wait, this ain’t for ya?”

“No? It’s for my friend.”, you assured him with a quite adorable little chuckle and he felt heat rising in his cheeks.

Oh.

“Oh! Right… Uhm.” Atsumu looked down at his phone number and the (in his opinion) clever pick up line he had begun to write underneath.

Clearing his throat he flipped to a new page and dedicated a signature to your friend, then turned back to the page he started on. Eh, he might as well. “Ya should come to our next match. I’ll dedicate a serve to ya, if ya do.”

You looked like you had no idea what that meant but, wait. Did you… did you blush? Shit, did that actually work?! He quickly finished his first signature and handed the book back to you. A bus pulled up.

“Hope to see ya around.”, he said cooly and gave you an encouraging nod to get on, which, in a daze, you did, still holding on to the handle of the broken umbrella.

Mercifully, you found a seat by the window, directly above him, only able to see the top of his umbrella now. He lifted the brim.

For a moment he looked at you, weighing, considering.

Then he brought his hand to his mask and pulled it down just low enough so you could see the cocky smirk that accompanied a wink.

As the bus pulled out of the station and merged into traffic you realized that it was going the wrong way.

part 2

#atsumu x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff #msby atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x curvy reader

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tyttamarzh · 2 years ago

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Missasinfonia, songs and QSMP…

Hello!! Well, since we all continue to miss Missa, I want to share a little thought.

I don't know if it has already been talked about here, but in the Hispanic fandom of Missa we have his songs very present and some people have not been able to avoid talking about how some of them adapt perfectly to the QSMP.

I want to talk about two in particular whose lyrics I think are perfect for describing Missa's relationship with his family.

The first one is called "Privilegios" (privileges) and I think it describe what Missa is currently going through with Philza. Well, it talks about the anxiety of feeling insufficient for the other and trying to improve but feeling afraid of moving forward (the young Missa from 2014 wrote very deep lyrics). I remember that in a stream he told us about how several of his songs came about and said that he wrote "Privilegios" thinking about us, the people who follow him, because he didn't feel enough for us and is why he always try to do things better. Either way, I think he's perfect for describe his situation with Phil.

The song:

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Sometimes I forget my sorrows and things I should do Because ideas slip away, they do not allow us to see Well creating something new means forgetting I would like to be like before and go back to the past

I know how to write the word mature very well But my thoughts don't let me act I don't want to forget, I don't ask for your mercy Because honestly I can fix it.

Chorus I don't know what to do if you're not okay (you're okay!) I don't know whether to lie to me or throw myself at your feet I wonder if I can deserve you Because I didn't earn the privilege.

How can I destroy damn anxiety? If outside my mind is my reality It is not so easy to wish others ill. just so I can free myself

The second song I want to talk about is called "Tarde para el plan B" (Late for Plan B) and I think it could be a message from Missa to Chayanne, some of the things he mentions remind me of what Missa told him in that day of fishing before travel to Japan. He talks about how it's okay to fail and that he shouldn't be overwhelmed by his mistakes, and encourages him to keep going and get better. There is also a phrase that I like to think is very much theirs, since it infers that even if they are not together, he will always see him. Now every time I hear that song I think of them and I can't help it u.u (It's a song created 10 years ago, but I think it's fits perfectly).

The song:

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Have you ever wondered… what could happen if after the years, you could come back to the past? Would you have the chance to see what is wrong the bad memories you would be able to erase.

Enjoy moments you didn't see coming feel from the beginning what you should feel but remorse can cut you and repenting would be the final act

Look for alternatives, see how to improve May you know how to handle your situations You don't always get a second chance. you must take advantage of what time gives you

If they give you their hand, don't take our foot don't ask for the moon when it's barely dawning You don't run when you want to calm down do something your soul can bear

[PRE CHORUS] And it's not that it's bad, it could be worse. What doesn't kill you makes you better.

And listen to me, here I will be, watching your actions wherever you are.

sometimes the reasons chase me but they don't want to catch me Sometimes actions are what will count, but you won't count. I prove that what I say is true It's your problem if you don't want to change but honestly sometimes everyone can fail

In the hope that everything is fine There are ideas within your being that grow and create the bad decision than wanting to correct what has already happened

Do what you need to make you feel better. Defeat your demons, destroy that pain Errors exist to know what someone else could fall into

and it's not that it's bad, it could be worse What doesn't kill you makes you better

listen to me, I will be here watching your actions wherever you are

My favorite phrase from this song is: "don't ask for the moon when it's barely dawning" (I just like how deep it sounds xD)

And that's all for now, I've never created a post here, I hope it's okay. Thanks for reading my crazy thoughts. Greetings!!

#deathduo #pissa #missasinfonia #missa #chayanne the egg #qsmp #philza #Youtube

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trashisstillhere · 2 months ago

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Soooo.,..we all know this certain dark temple inside the Nomicon…

The temple of forbidden Knowledge of the shadow warrior…..

Hehehehe,,,,

I do have my own fan version of this mentioned ‘shadow warrior’, which i mentioned and kinda shown here…

I also did say there that I was working on his redesign….well… now, it is finally done!! And I can show him to you all!

Everyone, meet my version of the shadow warrior!!! (Real name: Habiki Norisu!)

His colors were the most hardest and trickiest part ,, I’m pretty okay with this current design so far tho! (Hasn’t really changed much from that wip one-)

But hell yea. This is my fan version of the shadow warrior that I’ve had ever since like 2022 and has gone through a lot of changes back then and by a lot I mean ALOT! Like, holy shit.

Oh! And he used to be a part of the Norisu Nine, literally one of Finja’s dead brothers!! Hehehe,,, And yes, his actual name is Habiki. Norisu being his last name due to his family and clan the Norisu Nine and yeah… you all get what I mean. I’m using ‘Norisu’ just like everyone else because I could NOT think of anything better.

Oh. And I fully decided that the rest of the Norisu Nine ain’t gonna be just all red like First Ninja. Nope. They’re all gonna be some different colors!! Yayyyyy. I’m cringe but I’m free.

Anyway, anyway…. Let’s just get straight to this guys info bby!!!!

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Story/info:

Habiki Norisu was one of the members of the Norisu Nine. He was one of the oldest, a bit older than First Ninja. (Older brother hehehe-) just like the rest of the family, he truly cared for his clan and his duty as one of the ninjas, wanting to help people who could end up in danger as much as possible especially once the sorcerer was starting to cause havoc in japan.

Despite being mostly serious, he was a kind soul. He always was so sweet to the elderly and children, helping whenever he could. Even though he was most of the time quiet, He still was very genuine and supported his brothers greatly…..even though they sometimes ended up in arguments but hey, what siblings doesn’t do that? In fact, he mostly had the support role in the team, being skilled in creating useful things for combat along with so much more.

So Habiki, while he did use weapons and such, also went on to try coming up with/ finding and creating new types of more ‘magical’ abilities/skills and items that could, or at least what he thought could, really help out there for his family during battling…..expect, the stuff being made now involved dark and occult magic crafts, things that you wouldn’t think one of the ninjas that was going after a dark magic using sorcerer would do.

It was just supposed to be him wanting to try new things at first but then he got even more into it, then it just continued and continued….

He made so many things such as: Art of Healing, art of flying, art of telepathy, the ‘essence of terror’ (halloweenja) etc. so much stuff that he has thought of, all to try to overpower any dangerous threat such as current one being the sorcerer. It took many tries for each one to properly work, he tested some of them on some dead bodies of animals (with a slight feel of guilt but it was a little better then doing it on still living beings), he even sometimes used himself as a test subject. Yes, HIMSELF.

All the ‘testing’ he did on himself made a few not so good changes on his body such as parts of him slowly ‘decaying’, (not quite but it almost really looks that way) one of his eyes almost losing it’s sight and darkening, even his suit got effected a bit, that one due to testing he did with the essence of terror. It pretty much got so bad that he started putting some/few bandages on himself, just to cover the damage he has caused on himself.

(Habiki back in the past, when he was still alive! and beginning to go through the dark effects and consequences of his actions.)

His family, of course, did not like any of this. They did not like what he was doing, both the creations he had came up with and what he did to himself. They have tried to stop him, telling him that he should not be doing this, that he could DIE. But he just always tried reassuring them, telling them that he would be okay and that he could handle it…..

Oh how wrong he was..

The dark and forbidden occult things he has created ended up being way more than this mortal human body could handle..

and he just finally realised this…during both his and his brothers final battle against the sorcerer in the Norisu village. That was when it all hit him at once. LITERALLY.

The ‘side effects’ that Habiki got from all the testing he had done on himself ended up suddenly getting so strong that day. He kept trying to push himself, even as he sat there on his knees all so badly injured along with the rest of his brothers….

But it all did nothing but corrupt his entire body until it felt like it was truly decaying, rotting, destroying his body completely until his final breath along side the others… excluding Finja who had watched their slow downfall with his own eyes…

…..

Now in the present, Habiki resides in the Nomicon along side his family….however, he stays somewhere much deeper and darker in the parts of the book.

Temple of Forbidden Knowledge of the Shadow Warrior.

And HE is the Shadow warrior.

He stays at a very hidden part of the temple, a room all for himself where he can’t be seen and disturbed. The only time he can be seen is when he just lets himself show up, yet that happens rarely.

Most of his siblings don’t really visit him there, one of them even holds a strong grudge against him because of the past. But there is only one who does whenever he gets the chance. First Ninja.

Whenever he could, he would go to the temple and find Habiki’s hiding spot which seemed almost so easy for him, to check on him and make sure he’s okay. Habiki often tells him that he doesn’t have to but Finja objects every time, so he just let him continue it… and he really appreciated it, it was nice to have some company after hours of being alone.

Even so, till this day, the shadow warrior still hides himself inside the temple. Not only because it’s his only home now but to keep his family safe….from what the occult things he had created and done centuries ago did to his entire being.

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- Habiki, or should I say Shadow Warrior (or even SW for short), as said in the story, is currently located at a hidden room in the temple of forbidden knowledge, the one place that contained everything that was made by him in the past just before his death.

- SW’s body, due to all the testing he did to himself back then, is currently suffering from the corruption from all the dark stuff he did (along with his ninja mask and suit from bits of the essence of terror), even now in the after life. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to but it still is trying to corrupt his mind, fill it with darkness, emptiness, apathy…

- since his body is still suffering with these dark and awful thoughts creeping into his mind, SW often needs something in order to put the whole progress on pause all the time for as long as possible. See those three orbs around his neck? THATS what is currently helping him so far. Inside those, is some kind of special handmade potion that works like a repellent.

Think of it like Eda from the owl house with her elixir! It’s similar to that but kinda different, as he goes to wear them or at least keep them close to him at all times instead of just drinking them. Well, he actually can drink from his own but he only does that if the ‘corruption’ ends up being way too much that the ‘repel’ effect doesn’t really help.

If SW doesn’t have these orbs with him for many hours, the corruption will go try taking over again, both over his body and mind. Once the dark corruption almost taken control completely, his appearance would end up looking…much darker than it already is.

A more dark, scary Shadow warrior that mostly roams around the area….but won’t hesitate to attack anybody near him…..

- SW can use his creations for attacking, even though he doesn’t really need to fight so much anymore now that he’s in the Nomicon… but stuff like art of flying is still useful for him in a way! The only drawback is the fact that using any of these occult abilities can hurt his body all over again if he uses it way too much.

- now as mentioned in the story.. his family, except Finja, does not visit him at the temple really. It’s not because of hate tho, but because of FEAR. SW’s body and face underneath his corrupted ninja attire has changed so much that he doesn’t really look human anymore, making him almost unrecognisable. It’s like what’s left of Habiki is gone…

Finja, thought, knows that isn’t the case. No matter how different he is now, SW is and will always be one of his brothers, a part of the Norisu Clan, his family.

- Yes. SW is aware that Randy has used some of the stuff in the temple (in few episodes of the show and all of course). At first he wasn’t so happy about it since, you know, these things, originally made by HIM and made with not so light and nice stuff, can be VERY dangerous if used wrong.

- However, he has also got to see how the young boy actually got to put them to good use, mostly art of healing so far. That honestly surprised the man… made him even think that maybe, just maybe…. These ‘forbidden’ creations of his can be really used for good after all..

- just mostly for funnies and interesting fun story stuff, SW has beef with Kurai. Like- the all knowing chaos VS the Shadow warrior?? Hell yeah! I already imagine so many kinds of scenarios between them-

SW: you easily let yourself fall into chaos and transform your body to this….disgusting and demonic mess!? you are a disgrace to human kind!

Kurai: HA! Look who’s talking, shadow warrior!

(SW isn’t really apart of the NN AU tho… at least, I don’t know yet…)

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And that’s about it so far! I’m just glad to finally show him!

And yes, I do have my fan designs of the Norisu Nine as well but unfortunately they’re all still a big fat wip. And yes, they all have their own real names as well…

Anyway. Hope you all find this guy at least kinda cool. ^^;

Some things i really wanna doodle about this man…I even have a meme with him in it already being worked on!! So stay tuned for that-

#rc9gn #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #ninja show #rc9gn oc #fanmade #rc9gn norisu nine #Norisu nine #art #drawing #doodles #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja oc #eeee he’s finally hereeee

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