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stunie · 11 months ago

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ KABEDON W TOKYO REVENGERS

TOKREV BOYS CAGING YOU AGAINST A WALL. ft. izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, & shuji hanma x f!reader

sfw. 1K wc. i’ve been sooo excited to write for izana !! & my head’s been buzzing w so many ideas after seeing a bunch of maid-sama edits back on my fyp <3

IZANA KUROKAWA. mild jealousy & possessiveness

You wonder if Izana can hear the rapid thumping of your heart as his arm comes to rest against the doorframe, his eyes looking intently into yours.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” His voice breaks the silence, tone laced with the faintest hint of curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself even though the proximity has heat rising all the way to the tips of your ears. “I don't know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “He just asked for my number. And i said no.”

There's a moment of silence as izana processes your words, his gaze never leaving yours. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction, unsure if you should add that you mentioned you have a boyfriend too.

“That’s all?” Izana finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but there's something in his eyes that betrays his calm exterior.

You nod. “That’s all.”

He exhales deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he moves closer to you. His fingers brush against your cheek, lingering on your jaw for a brief moment before gently tilting your head to the side. “Izana?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, his breath warm against your skin as he presses gentle kisses along your collarbone. “That sounds right.”

His lips move with a deliberate slowness to cover every inch of your skin, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as his lips ghost down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, and you sigh. “That’s good.” He repeats to himself.

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Izana reminds you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re mine.”

HANMA SHUJI. recreation of that !! scene from maid sama (he gives u a hickey on your back), reader wearing a backless dress, ‘pretty thing,’ ‘princess’

“That’s a tiny dress you got on.” Hanma muses, long arm resting just above your head as he cages you against the wall, his face coming to hover mere inches in front of yours.

“Where’s a pretty thing like you headed tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you pout, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. “I’m going to my friend’s birthday party tonight.”

You struggle to read the expression on his face, amused eyes lingering on the simple design of your dress, ignoring the way you huff impatiently.

“Backless?”

“Yeah, backless. I’m leaving now.” With a quick tilt of your head, you try to gauge his reaction again, a part of you skeptical to whether or not he’s planning something this time.

He only responds with a slow hum, chuckling a bit when you rudely swat his arm off the wall, gaze following the natural sway of your hips as you mumble something in annoyance and walk away.

Backless…he thinks.

That’s right— backless.

An idea pops into his head, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Without a second thought, he reaches out to roughly tug at one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him in one swift motion.

“The hell are you doing-” you snap, your voice trailing off into a sharp intake of breath when you feel his lips press against the middle of your back. “S-shuji!” You protest, heart racing as you feel the warmth of his lips press against your skin.

There’s a pop when he pulls back slightly to look up at you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? You’re going? With that hickey on your back?” His voice comes out low, tinged with too much amusement for your liking.

“Hope you have fun, princess.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA. he takes care of you when you’re feverish

“You shouldn’t be out of bed right now.” Mitsuya’s voice breaks the silence, and you stop dead in your tracks.

There’s an exasperated groan from you, your hand coming to rub at your temples. Of course he would be awake— you really thought you had waited long enough before trying to sneak downstairs.

“I want cake, Mitsuya.” You whine, arms folding over your chest. “‘M not sick anymore. The fever’s gone down.”

“Is that so?” Mitsuya’s tone sounds both amused and skeptical as he steps closer, watching the way you start to fidget with the sleeves of your shirt. You give him a quick and desperate nod to confirm, and it’s all a little too suspicious for his liking.

But before you can protest further, his arms come around you, caging you against the wall, and you suck in a sharp breath as he scans you up and down. His gaze is focused and intentional— and you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Interesting,” he whispers, warm breath grazing your skin. It sends a violent shiver down your spine. “Let me check.”

“W-wait you shouldn’t—” your protests are halted as he leans even closer, until his face is just an inch in front of yours. He thinks it’s cute the way your eyes slam shut involuntarily, your heart pounding against your chest at the proximity. His forehead presses gently against yours, and you can feel the subtle warmth of his skin.

“Liar.” He murmurs softly, his lips brushing against yours so gently you almost miss it. “You’re burning up.”

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mx-paradox · 2 months ago

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Lenses {Mitsuya Takashi x Reader}

Takashi gets glasses, and is a little self-conscious about them until he sees your reaction

MDNI for some light fade to black smut implications, established relationship, gender neutral reader, word count ~1000 | Ao3 version

Takashi locked eyes with his reflection in the mirror and sighed.

Reading glasses.

He had put it off for as long as he possibly could, but it was inevitable. His close-up eyesight was not what it once was; details blurred the nearer he was to things, and he had embarrassingly spent the last few weeks holding books as far away as he could from his face, as if they offended him in some manner. He had finally given in once it had begun to affect his work; his fingers were bandaged up from how many times he had accidentally jabbed himself with the needle, something that hadn’t happened so often since he was a kid.

Only a few people, other than he himself, knew he was getting glasses; and only one had seen him wearing them so far.

Unfortunately, that person was Draken, whose first reaction was to cackle at Takashi’s new appearance and tell him the frames ‘made him look like an old man.’

Takashi had very carefully set the new glasses aside before he tackled his best friend.

Draken wasn’t entirely incorrect, he mused, studying himself in the mirror. Of course, he didn’t look like an old man, but the square black frames did lend a certain extra maturity to his face. It wasn’t bad, not in Takashi’s opinion, just…different. He knew his friend was just teasing, and he wasn’t truly mad, but it did tap into a certain worry of his. Namely, that you, his lover, would also find the new frames…unflattering.

Draken’s opinion was one thing, but if you said he looked like an old man, he was afraid he would never recover.

Hence his delaying of the inevitable. It wasn’t like he would want to avoid you forever, but he thought perhaps that allowing himself a few minutes to hide away in the bathroom would allow him to manifest a sense of confidence.

It had not.

Finally, after what felt like hours of scrutinizing himself in the mirror, he heard the door open.

“I’m home,” you called. “How did your appointment go?”

“Welcome home! It went…okay, I guess. I got my glasses.”

“Really? Well, why don’t you come out and let me see?” You paused, taking in the distinct lack of footsteps. “I know you’re hiding in the bathroom, Taka.”

He winced. Caught. “No, I’m not, I’m just. Washing my hands.”

He flicked the water on.

He could still hear your snort over the sound of the running water. “Sure, baby. Just don’t take too long.”

Takashi scrubbed his hands for longer than normal. For no reason at all, of course. Before he exited the bathroom, he adjusted his glasses once more in the mirror, giving his reflection a grimace.

He made his way into the kitchen, where he could hear you shuffling around. He saw you before you saw him, and he took one second to admire you before he called your name. Despite the years of familiarity, Takashi always marveled at how relaxed you seemed when you were home, with him. It still felt like such a precious thing.

At the sound of your name, you whipped around so quickly he swore he could hear the vertebrae in your neck pop. Your mouth opened, preparing to reply, but then you froze once you saw him.

Your eyes widened, and you stared at where the frames sat on his face. All of a sudden, you were a statue, stone-still and stuck gaping at your lover.

He stared back at you, like a deer in headlights, caught by your intense gaze. He was about to ask you not to laugh at him, when you launched yourself forward and smashed your lips against his.

Takashi was still for only a second, before he’s wrapping his arms tight around you and kissing back. It wasn’t long until the kiss went from a chaste press of lips to something more passionate, filthier. Your hands were gripping the sides of his head, tilting him towards you so you could lick into his mouth and devour him. He wasn’t any better, though, and gave as good as he got. His hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise, and he would only pull away to nip at your lips in a way that had you shivering.

By the time the two of you had finally detached from each other, you had pushed Takashi up against the cabinets, pinning him there with your body. Your hands had started to ruck up his shirt, and his glasses were smudged and askew. You looked no more put together than him; your clothes were rumpled, and you were breathing heavily. Your eyes were hazy with desire, and he couldn’t help but lean in and steal a few more slow, deep kisses.

“What got you so riled up?” Takashi murmured against your lips. Any anxiety about his appearance had been wiped from his mind, replaced with you, your kisses, and the delicious feeling of your body pressed against his.

“You and your stupid new glasses,” you huffed. You bit his lip, harsh enough to get his attention but gentle enough not to draw blood, only playing with him. Pulling back, you reached up to resettle his frames onto his face.

“What about them?”

You looked at him with a slightly accusing look. “You look sexy as hell with those on. It’s not fair.”

Takashi gaped at you. Out of all the reactions he had imagined, this had not occurred to him in the slightest. It took a moment for his brain to reboot, but once it did, he smirked.

“Oh, really, pretty?” he purred, leaning back in until you were nose to nose.

“Uh huh,” you whispered, eyes drifting back down to his no doubt kiss-reddened lips.

He gave you what you clearly wanted, leaning in for one more deep kiss. “Do you want to show me how ‘sexy’ you think I am?”

You gave him your own little self-satisfied smile, as he felt your hand trail down his torso. “I would love to, darling,” you said, as you undid his pants enough to slip your hand inside.

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foolinafable · 1 year ago

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It's for the best .ೃ࿐

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader Synopsis: locked in a cell, the white paladin remembers her happier times and hopes that she can make it back to a certain black paladin. Word count: 3.7K Tags: slight angst, flashbacks, mentions of torture but not graphic, set tentatively around season 4 Notes: Apparently, vld is having a resurgence so send in some requests!

You knew it was for the best. Sat cross-legged in the confines of your cell with a small smile on your lips, contented, knowing that you have done everything you could, that this wasn't in vain- rather it was what was supposed to happen. For the betterment of the entire universe, sometimes sacrifices need to be made. You remember telling Keith something similar during one of his many brooding moments. Now wishing that you could remember which conversation it was or maybe just that you had paid more attention to your time together, especially now you didn’t think you would ever see the boy with the mullet again.

You were sat next to Hunk, the pair of you looking up giddily at Takashi Shirogane, the famed astro explorer. He was speaking to the class about his recent accomplishment as he had just broken the record for the fastest orbital velocity. Everyone had tried the flight simulator and despite not being able to get passed level 3- like the rest of the class you were still excited by the prospect of meeting the youngest pilot to ever lead a mission in space. Even more happy that you had done better than James Griffin in the simulator- as he never stopped going on about his good grades and how much better he is. So to wipe that smirk off his face made it all worth it. As you and Hunk were fangirling in the corner you heard Griffins whining causing your attention to go back to the simulator, where apparently one more person was having a go. The pair of you walked towards the commotion as the annoyed brunette sounded out “No way! Keith made it past level five?! Thing's got to be broken.” That was the first moment you saw him, well properly at least. The young boy with a mullet and a ‘disciplinary issue’ if you were to listen to what your teachers told you. He walked away from the training simulator with a grin on his face and you couldn’t help but smile too. Especially when he looked your way as he walked off.

‘He doesn't even know you're gone’ you muse to yourself, and it’s true. The last you had heard from him was on the other side of a screen during a planning meeting with the Blade surrounded by your teammates, who similarly had yet to know the fate of the white paladin of Voltron. They would soon realise when you don't return through the wormhole and when they find your lion broken and alone. But then it will already be too late, as the galaran ship that held you prisoner was already galaxies away taking you towards inevitable doom. You think you're pathetic, as you are already giving up but what else can you do, your weapon is gone, lion missing, and you are locked in a cell with only your body inside of it with nobody even knowing where you are- not even you. Worry roots deeply inside of yourself as you think of your friends, a lump in your throat growing at the thought of them discovering that you're gone- they have all lost enough already. You’re sure Lance would try to be enthusiastic, claiming that they found Shiro so they could find you. Still, even he would know the saddening truth that the galarans won’t make the same mistake twice as he tries to hide his tears from Pidge who would be clinging to Hunk, begging him to tell her it’s not true- she only just got her brother back and now she has lost her sister- blood related or not. You knew it would destroy the team if you couldn’t get back to them and what worries you is that you're struggling to see a way that you can.

It was nerve-wracking, waiting to find out who Iverson and the rest of the teachers decided to team you up with for the simulators. It was a big deal, as this was going to be your team for the rest of your time in the Garrison. Last year you couldn’t wait for this moment, but maybe that was because you were certain that the boy with the mullet would be by your side as you were as Shiro put it “the only person that can put up with him” but he left, dropped out without so much of a goodbye, and you could understand, the loss of Shiro, Matt and Sam was difficult for everyone but nobody took it worse than Keith and you suppose it made sense as Shiro was all the boy had. You shook the thoughts of him out of your mind when Iverson finally came into the room, twiddling the rings on your rings on your fingers as you stood near Hunk who looked ghostly pale and going on queasy as you both prayed that the older man would do you both a solid and put you two together. You listened as he called names into groups, feeling somewhat better when Griffin was put in a group that didn't include you. Then your name was called and you were told to stand next to a tall Cuban boy wearing blue, you smiled as you walked up to him and he smiled back seemingly just as nervous as you were, then a smaller boy with round glass and a green jumper joined the group, your eyes squinting when looking at him, almost as if you had seen him before but you couldn’t place where. But before you could question it Hunk's name fell out of Iverson’s lips, you looked up in alarm as you saw Hunk coming towards your group, shocked that your prayers had been answered. The fear that was eating away at you was dulled slightly as he came to stand next to you. Sure it wasn’t the team that you wanted but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Being in space has always made your internal clock question how long has passed, but it seems to be worse when alone in this cell. You believe it has been a few days based on the number of trays of food delivered to your cell, the only interaction with another you’ve had this whole time. At least you think, as you find yourself waking up exhausted with pains and aches all over your body, but you have no memory of doing anything or even anyone coming into your cell in the first place. You thought you would've been face to face with Zarkon or his witch by now, but as time passes, you struggle to believe that would happen at all, which causes a pit to develop in your stomach as the unknown of your future begins to dawn on you.

You can still hear the conforming hum of your lion in the back of your head, trying to reassure you that all is well but as the days pass by you begin to believe it less and less simply repeating to yourself that it was for the best.

“Things could’ve been a lot worse” you theorised. Sat with Pidge in this trash heap with your lions completely shut down. At least you were together and there were (up to now) no enemies trying to kill you both. To be honest, you wouldn’t want to be stuck here with anyone else. After Pidge finally revealed to everyone that she was in fact a girl, something you had figured out back in your garrison days, not long after you had become a team and saw the photo of her and Matt taken prior to the Kerberos mission, but you only knew because he had shown it to you first, during one of his many tutoring sessions with you. You liked to think that while Shiro was Keith’s mentor, Matt was yours. A sentiment he very much enjoyed, so much that Pidge later told you that she had already known who you were when she met you. A fact that made your heart swell. Your friendship with Matt was one of the many reasons that Pidge thought of you like a sister and the main reason you looked after her so much- you wanted to look after her for him while he couldn’t and while this mindset got you into many arguments with Keith over putting her safety over your own you wouldn’t change a thing because you knew it was the right thing to do (Also Keith couldn’t really say anything as he constantly put himself in harms way for everyone on the team.) You couldn’t help but feel protective over her as she was the youngest out of your ragtag bunch and was annoyingly the only one you could baby as you were the second youngest of the group as Lance loved to remind you. While being here with Pidge definitely made you feel a little better, you couldn’t help but be relentlessly worried for the rest of the group, as they always found some way to get into trouble- especially Lance and Keith. It was like trouble sought them out, always getting into some sort of issue whether it be with aliens or with each other. So you couldn’t help but double over in laughter when Pidge using her junk-made paladins started an argument between the fake Lance and Keith. Eventually, you both decided that you had waited around for help long enough and decided to try and find your own way back to the castle. Pidge made you gather together materials to make a home beacon signal in hopes that it could reach the castles of lions to allow them to find you two. No surprise to you Pidge’s brilliance worked its magic as the castle of lions appeared in the sky from a wormhole, the pair of you hugged each other happy knowing that you weren’t going to grow old on a trash pile as you had both dramatically claimed. You two were more than ready to return to the fight against Zarkon to save the universe and hopefully, find Pidge’s family.

You dream of him, black hair, violet eyes and his grumpy temperament clouding your thoughts as you try to rest. But, when you wake cold and alone in that dark cell you are reminded of the present and how you need to try and stop yourself from dreaming of the past.

Thought it was “just goodbye for now” you bitterly mumbled as you awoke from another dream of him. This time the memory sticks with you- of the goodbye you shared as he left to find himself with the blades, those were the words he uttered to you as you blanketed him in your embrace. That it was temporary, that you two would come back together again and you remember how you smiled through your sadness nodding at his words, believing him truthfully- as you always did. But you are now struggling to believe it anymore and you don't know if you are more mad at him for uttering those words or yourself for trusting them to be true. Up to now, all attempts to contact your lion have failed miserably but you can still hear your lion if you concentrate enough- as though you two are connected to the same string and you pray that it never snaps, clinging onto it like a lifeline.

You were buzzing, tapping your hands against your legs as you bounced on the balls of your feet, waiting for Pidges Lion in the cockpit while the rest of the team looked at you, amused. Lance, clearly feeding off your joyous attitude, ruffled the hair on your head, messing it up slightly. You turned to the boy, pouting as he withdrew his hands, using your own to try to flatten whatever mess he had made as he giggled at your reaction. A smile quickly returned to your face when Pidge stepped out of her lion with a familiar boy following behind her, you ran towards the pair, wrapping your arms around Matt’s shoulders in welcome, your smile only increasing when he hugged back with just as much gusto, you could hear Lance muttering something about someone being jealous if they were here to Hunk and Shiro but you weren’t paying close enough attention to anything he said, instead, you were very happy that the man who you would call a brother was really okay and just like Shiro had survived the Kerberos mission. When the family reunion had ended Pidge introduced Matt to the rest of the group, except for Keith as he was yet again away on some mission with the Blades. You watched amused as Matt’s eyes landed on Allura and something similar to what you see in a romcom played out as he screamed “You are so beautiful!” you struggled to keep the giggles to yourself as you saw Coran turn red in anger, clearly seeing this as an inappropriate way to talk to the princess and finding humour in Lance’s clear jealousy as Hunk made the boy walk away from the group. You decided to do something similar telling Pidge to give Matt a tour of the castle ship as you walked away with Coran and Allura, pulling both the alteans away with your hands.

Calming down an angry altean was albeit harder than you expected, especially when Allura was of no help at all as she was just laughing at how worked up the older man had become, but you understood it was because he felt so protective over her especially since there was no Alfor to help him and she was like Coran’s little girl so nobody would ever be good enough, you whispered just as much to him as Allura was talking to her mice and that seemed to make him less annoyed, knowing that somebody else understood him. It wasn’t until later when gossiping with Allura about your lives before all this, that she mentioned that it wasn’t just Matt’s interaction with her that annoyed Coran but also his interaction with you, claiming that he always got annoyed when others in his eyes tried to “flirt�� with you, her or Pidge. However, she quickly noted that he never got annoyed or got Lance and Hunk to intimidate Keith like he did anyone else when it comes to you a comment made your cheeks burn.

You startle awake to the sound of your cell door being opened, eyes darting towards the light, confused when the door continues to open, eyes squinting from the light now surrounding you for the first time in weeks as you try to identify the body in front of you when a voice gasped out and a familiar voice spoke your name. All worry evaporated from your body as Matt Holt wrapped you in a hug and you knew for the first time in weeks that everything would be okay and that maybe Keith was right- it was just goodbye for now.

You now sat in the control room of the ship you had been captured in surrounded by freedom fighters. After hearing over hacked intercoms about it carrying ‘precious cargo’ for the emperor, they had infiltrated and taken control of the ship.

“And that was me was it?” you mused looking towards the Holt boy to which he cracked a smile sending you a simple nod in response. You had changed into your white and silver spacesuit and your bayard had been retrieved for you. Now more than ready to return home to the castle of lions, to the paladins and to him.

The first thing you saw, unsurprisingly, as the ship came out of the wormhole was your lion, growling in happiness, bounding towards her paladin only stopping when she was at the front of the ship, eyes locked onto you. You smiled gleefully at your lion feeling your connection stronger than ever, as though the string that attached the you two was unwavering, unbreakable. As soon as the ship reached the castle of lions you were enveloped in the paladin’s embrace, you would’ve fallen over when Pidge launched herself into your arms, legs wrapped around your middle like a koala, if weren’t for Lance keeping you balanced by surrounding you in a hug from behind. Hunk joined the misfit group of cadets finishing off the group hug similar to how they used to in the Garrison when they, for once, completed the training simulator much to Iverson’s shock. Thoughts of worry could be seen swimming through Shiro’s eyes as you caught them when looking up, he nodded at you, the tension flinging off him like water down a hill as you turned back to your family holding Pidge and Lance by the backs of their heads, smiling and reassuring them that this was real, that you were real as tears dropped from the twos eyes. You could feel Hunk’s laboured breaths, clearly trying to stay strong for the group as the rest were blubbering messes. Walking away from your embrace and towards the freedom fighters with Shiro shaking hands and thanking them for getting you back to them as the trio dropped towards the floor, holding onto each other like it was the last time.

It was only later when you had changed into your everyday wear, speaking with Allura and Coran holding both of their hands, stroking them gently that the paladins noticed the new scars decorating your arms and some scorch marks adjourned your neck along with bruising that you wouldn’t comment on. Or rather that you couldn’t as you claimed to not remember anything except for the dark room you were kept in and then Matt saving you. Another change was your hair, which had a white streak in it, you simply chuckled at the development turning to Shiro claiming "We match now" causing everyone to laugh and they supposed it fit you well - “As she is the white paladin” Lance claimed.

It was only when Coran transferred your memories temporarily into a crystal that they all saw what you endured on the ship, you were beaten and tortured for answers, electrocuted, burned for sport and tested on by some druids. At that point, they stopped watching as Shiro was looking rather green, probably from remembering his own time with those vile creatures. But you mused that you were lucky as you still had all your limbs and according to Coran who looked at your scan results from the healing pod whatever they were trying on you didn’t work as you were the same as you were before, “except for a few scars and a new hair colour that is” He pondered twiddling his moustache. And he was right of course you didn’t feel any different, maybe a bit more anxious at night and a few more nightmares but who could blame you after being trapped in a dark room for weeks. Of course, the memory loss was slightly concerning but they all believed it to be a coping mechanism to keep you sane and you were glad that you could only properly remember the dark room, that it was all that really haunted you at night and that those things you saw on the screen projected from your mind didn’t and you hoped it stayed that way.

The entire universe that was apart of the coalition let out a sigh of relief when it was revealed by Allura on comms to the members of the alliance that the white paladin of Voltron had been found and returned mostly unharmed. However, nobody’s relief could be felt greater than that of Keith Kogane who had been fighting with Kolivan for weeks when they received the information of your disappearance and probable capture, he remembers the way his legs nearly gave out from under him when during a meeting with Allura the altean claimed that Voltron couldn’t come to the rescue this time as they were missing a paladin- missing you. He Surprisingly didn’t even need to sneak out on a blade ship to try and find the castle of lions to see if it was true, rather Kolivan who was probably fed up with his moping simply turned to the boy and gave him ship and co-ordinates simply asking him to back in time for the next meeting. The older Galaran didn’t think he'd see the boy move so fast, mumbling annoyed about how much more work would get done if he did.

You didn’t hear him on comms asking for Coran to allow him into the cockpit, too busy in the training deck with Shiro and Allura showing them that despite being out of action for a few weeks you were ready to get back out there because as you told them “the galra don’t wait for anyone” and that “this revolution wasn’t going to fight itself.” You didn’t even hear your teammates asking for you to come to the control room over comms, far too busy fighting the training dummies and your comms device left on the side. What you did notice was when you were lifted from behind, a pair of pale arms grabbing you by the waist causing a gasp to erupt from your throat, You spun around ready to attack until your eyes met his, and then your sword dropped to the floor as Keith held you in his arms, staring intensely at you as if you would disappear if he dared to look away for even a second. You quickly returned the embrace, arms circling his back as you threw your head onto his chest, almost unbelieving that he was there, his arms moved, crowding around your head pulling you impossibly closer to his body as he noticed the white strand of hair, his fingers pressed against it confused as he rested his nose atop your head, breathing you in, reminding himself that this was in fact, real and not just one of his sick dreams he has been having since finding out you were gone.

Being held in his arms made everything real, and you thought that if you had to through everything all over again just to have this moment, in his arms, you would. It was all be for the best if you ended up in his arms at the end of it all.

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yanyandam · 27 days ago

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I feel like a starved man asking for this (specially because you just posted it 😭) but if you want it and have the time please do a part 2 of the Unserious - Rindou fic, were reader maybe goes to visit and bail him out or talk... Hell maybe even just Rindou sulking and being a sad boy would be cool!!

LMAO never thought I'd get asked for a part 2. I did My best here, hope you like that

UNSERIOUS- PART 2 -Rindou Haitani

Juvie smelled like sweat, piss, and disinfectant. A cycle of filth barely scrubbed away before another layer replaced it.

Rindou sat on the edge of his thin-ass futon, elbows on his knees, staring at the wall like it owed him money. The room was small, cramped. Gray walls, gray floors, iron bars on the tiny window. Everything here felt like it was designed to piss him off.

He ran a tongue over his teeth, jaw clenched. The air was thick with heat, humid and suffocating. Someone down the hall was shouting, cursing out a guard, or maybe just losing their mind. Same difference in a place like this.

He’d been in here for what: two weeks? Three? Time blurred. The days melted together, broken only by bland meals and rigid routines. Wake up. Eat. Stare at the walls. Exercise in the yard if they let him. Get beaten up with some titan with a Brazilian accent. Stare at more walls. Sleep. Repeat.

It was worse at night. That’s when the silence crept in, when the noise in his head got louder. Regret? Nah. Rindou didn’t do regret. He’d made his choices, knew what he was signing up for. He knew what it meant to be in a gang, knew the weight of violence. If he had to do it all over again, he probably would. But the boredom? The boredom? That was killing him more than any fight ever could. He tilted his head back against the wall, exhaling sharply through his nose. Lately, his thoughts kept drifting back to her. You.

He hated that. He thought that heartbreak only existed in music and movies. Words failed him to describe how he felt.

Hated the way your voice still echoed in his head, the way your face flashed behind his eyelids when he blinked too long. He could still hear the way you got mad at him, still remember the look in your eyes when he left. All this because of that dumb punk, Takashi Mitsuya. It wasn’t about you. He meant that. He hadn’t done it out of jealousy, or love, or some stupid petty reason like that. It had just been business. Toman and Tenjiku were at war. He was given a name. He followed orders. Simple as that.

But that didn’t mean it hadn’t changed things. He was the one who left. The one who decided you didn’t belong in his world. Not when it was falling apart. Not when he was one step away from destruction. It was easier to push you away than to watch you get caught in the wreckage. He thought it would be simple. Thought it wouldn’t matter.

Maybe that was the worst part. Not the sentence, not the fights in the yard, not the bland food. Just the fact that he had nothing to distract him anymore. No gang business, no late-night rides, no Dj’s, no clubs, no gym. Just silence. And you in the back of his mind like a fucking parasite he couldn’t kill.

His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms.

“Hey.”

The voice cut through the stale air, dragging him back. Rindou lifted his head, gaze settling on the figure standing in the doorway. Ran. Despite their one year age difference, despite the strict rules, Ran had somehow convinced the guards to let them stay in the same cell. Whether it was bribery, threats, or just the sheer Haitani bullshit factor, Rindou didn’t know. Didn’t ask. Didn’t care. Ran leaned against the frame, arms crossed, that lazy smirk pulling at his lips. But his eyes were locked on him, watching. “You look like shit,” Ran mused, stepping inside. “Even worse than usual.”

Rindou snorted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. This place ain’t exactly a spa retreat.”

Ran sighed, dropping down onto his futon. “You always were the dumb one.”

“Fuck off.”

Ran chuckled. “Nah, but seriously. You’re thinking about her, huh?” Rindou stiffened. His brother always saw through him too easily.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ran hummed, stretching out like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

Rindou scowled, looking away. He hated this. Hated that he was the one who left, yet still felt this gnawing emptiness. Hated that even with Ran sitting right there, he still felt alone. He needed to get out of here. He didn’t care how long it took. They’d find a way to get him out, or at least set something up so he didn’t rot away in this shithole. The thought was enough to keep him sane. For now. But that didn’t stop his mind from wandering back to you. It pissed him off, how much space you took up in his head. How he still wanted to hear your voice, even if it was just to curse him out. How a part of him wondered if you ever thought about him too. His lip curled. Fuck that. You made your choice, Rindou. You walked away.

Still, as he lay back against the futon, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but wonder. If you ever saw him again, would you look at him with that same fire in your eyes? Or just walk past him like he was another ghost from your past? He wasn’t sure which would piss him off more.

–

Rindou sat on the hard plastic chair, the prison phone cold against his palm. The room reeked of sweat and impatience, a dozen other prisoners shifting in line behind him, grumbling under their breath. He didn’t give a fuck. Let them complain. Let them get pissed. He’d been sitting here for almost an hour.

The phone rang. And rang. And fucking rang. No answer. He gritted his teeth, staring at the scratched-up metal panel in front of him. His free hand drummed against the table, fingers twitching. His ego was already eating at him for even making this call, for even thinking he should hear your voice again. But he had. He did.

Nothing. Not even voicemail. Just a dead line ringing into the void. A guard stepped closer, his shadow stretching across the table. "Haitani. Either make the damn call or get the hell up." Rindou didn’t move. His grip on the receiver tightened. Another prisoner behind him scoffed. “Hey, you just gonna sit there, asshole? We don’t got all day.” More muttering. More agitation.

Rindou exhaled sharply through his nose. He should just hang up. Should stand and walk away like none of this mattered. But it did. It mattered enough that his hands curled into fists, his jaw locking as he slammed the receiver back onto the cradle with a sharp clack. The room went quiet for a split second, tension thick in the air.

“Finally,” someone muttered behind him.

Rindou shot up from the chair, shoulders squared, eyes burning with frustration. The guard eyed him warily, hand hovering near his baton. “Back to your cell, Haitani.” His nostrils flared, but he forced himself to exhale slowly, turning on his heel without another word. The rage bubbled under his skin, hot and suffocating. You hadn’t answered. You hadn’t even tried. And that pissed him off more than anything else.

–

You hadn’t felt quite right since Rindou. Days passed, weeks even, and yet there was this emptiness clinging to you, an ache that settled into your bones like a sickness you couldn’t shake. You kept yourself busy: hanging out with friends, studying, even picking up extra shifts. But no matter how much you distracted yourself, something always brought you back to him.

Late at night, when the world went quiet, that’s when it hit you worst. The memory of his voice, his smirk, the way he used to cut you off mid-sentence like your words weren’t worth waiting for, but he’d still listen anyway.

It was one of those nights when you found it. You had been scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, deleting old messages, when you saw it, an unknown number. A voicemail, left days ago. Your stomach twisted as you stared at the notification. You knew. You didn’t need to listen to it to know who it was. Your heart pounded as you pressed play, bringing the phone to your ear.

At first, there was silence. Just the faint crackle of the line. Then, a sigh.

“Shit… You’re not gonna pick up, huh?”

His voice. Rougher than you remembered, like he’d been chewing on frustration and spitting out exhaustion. Another pause. A faint rustling, like he was running a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know why I’m doing this.” Your grip on the phone tightened. A humorless chuckle. “Fuck, this is stupid.” A deep inhale, like he was forcing himself to just say whatever was clawing at the back of his throat. “I don’t even know what I was expecting. You’re done with me, right?” Another pause. “You should be.” You swallowed hard, your chest tightening.

“I just… uh. Whatever. Just wanted to—fuck, I don’t know. Call. Say something. Not that it matters.” Something clattered in the background. A distant voice yelling. Rindou exhaled sharply. “Forget it. Forget I called.”

A click, then silence. You sat there, phone still pressed against your ear, as if more words would come. As if he’d suddenly say something that would make it all make sense. But there was nothing. Just the emptiness he left behind, stretching wide enough to swallow you whole.

Your fingers trembled as you lowered the phone, heart hammering in your chest. He called. He called. No matter how much he tried to push you away, no matter how many times he told himself it didn’t matter, he still reached out. And that was enough. Enough to cut through the fog, enough to shatter the anger, enough to make you realize something you had been denying this whole time. You needed to see him.

Not just to hear his voice through a recording. Not just to pick at old wounds. You needed to see him, in person.

–

Rindou leaned against the cold wall of the common area, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded with boredom. The routine in juvie was mind-numbing, the same cycle of meals, forced interactions, and restless nights on a shitty cot. Then, a guard called his name. "Haitani. You got a visitor."

For a second, he thought he misheard. A few guys around him snickered. Nobody came to see people like them. "You sure you got the right guy?" Rindou scoffed, pushing himself off the wall.

The guard shot him a flat look. "Get moving."

Murmurs rippled through the other inmates as he walked past them. "Yo, who the hell’s here for Haitani?" Mochi laughed, although he was kind of jealous deep down, he wished someone would care too.

"Didn’t think he had anyone left." Mused Shion, voice burning in envy.

Rindou ignored them, shoving his hands into his pockets as he followed the guard down the dimly lit hallway. His mind ran through the possibilities.

And then he saw you, it cut his thoughts off. Sitting on the other side of the glass, hands resting in your lap, gaze locked onto the table. You looked different. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but Rindou did. There was something in your posture, the way your lips pressed together, hesitation, maybe even regret. The guard nodded toward the chair. "Five minutes."

Rindou sat down slowly, eyes fixed on you. For a moment, it felt like two strangers staring at each other, a hollow space between you both, thick with unsaid words. You were the first to break the silence. "Didn’t think I’d see you again like this."

Rindou scoffed, leaning back. "Yeah? Well, you did come all this way."

You let out a soft laugh, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. "Guess I did."

His fingers tapped idly against the table, a restless habit. He should say something. Maybe even apologize for what happened with Mitsuya, though deep down, he didn’t actually give a shit. Still, he knew you did. "Listen… about Mitsuya—"

"Don’t." Your voice was firm, and for a second, something flickered across your face—anger, disappointment? He couldn't tell. "I don’t need you to bullshit your way through an apology you don’t mean." His jaw clenched. That was fair.

The silence stretched again, and then, out of nowhere, you smirked. "Bet you miss clubs and alcohol more than me." It caught him off guard. A huff of laughter escaped before he could stop it. His first real laugh in weeks.

"Fuckin’ right I do," he admitted, shaking his head. "You know how boring this place is? I’d kill for a drink right now."

Your grin widened. "Damn. I expected at least a little hesitation."

"Nah," he said, his tone lighter now, "I’d trade half these dumbasses in here for one good night out." For the first time since he’d been locked up, the weight in his chest felt a little lighter. And maybe, just maybe, seeing you here meant something neither of you were ready to admit just yet.

Rindou’s fingers drummed against the scratched surface of the table, his gaze locked onto yours. There was a beat of silence, the air between you thick with unspoken words. He could feel the weight of it pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. “You really came,” he muttered, voice low.

You let out a breath, something between a sigh and a laugh. “You really think that little of me?”

Rindou shook his head. “Nah. I just figured you were smarter than that.”

There was no malice in his voice, no bite. Just exhaustion, laced with something else, something he wouldn’t name. You leaned forward slightly, fingers brushing the cool surface between you. “You’re an asshole, Rindou.”

His lips twitched, a ghost of a smirk. “Yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.”

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I don’t know why I came either.”

His smirk faded, something in his expression shifting. “Then why are you here?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you studied him, the dark circles under his eyes, the way he kept flexing his fingers like he was ready to punch something, the tension coiled in his shoulders. “I guess…” you hesitated. “I just wanted to see if you were still you.”

His brows furrowed. “The fuck does that mean?”

“It means,” you said carefully, “that I wanted to know if you were still Rindou. Or if this place turned you into someone else.”

He scoffed. “And? What’s the verdict?”

You stared at him for a long moment before giving a small, almost imperceptible shrug. “You’re still you. Just… different.” It's true that the more time passed, the colder he became. But that was the way his life was, and it wasn't going to get any better.

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “Not sure if that’s a good thing.”

You swallowed. “Me neither.” Another silence stretched between you, but this one wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t suffocating like before. It just was. Rindou ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “Guess this is the part where we say goodbye, huh?”

Your throat tightened. You nodded. “Yeah.”

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Shouldn’t feel this weird, should it?”

You shook your head. “No. But it does.”

Rindou let out a quiet laugh, but there was no real humor in it. “Figures.” He sighed. “I know we'll never relive what we have in our memories, I'm sorry.” From all the things Rindou said in his life, it never felt this genuine.

The guard cleared his throat in the background. Time was up. You stood first. He followed. For a moment, you just stared at each other.

“Take care, Rindou,” you said softly.

His jaw clenched. He hesitated, then let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh. “Yeah. You too.”

You turned to leave, feeling the weight of his gaze still on you. Your hands clenched at your sides, your chest tightening in a way you weren’t sure how to name. Just before you stepped out, you glanced back one last time. And to your surprise, Rindou was still watching you, a complicated look in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t regret, or anger. Just… something unfinished. And for the first time in a long while, saying goodbye didn’t feel so cold.

—

A year later, Rindou was free.

The neon lights of Tokyo bled into the night sky, pulsing like a heartbeat. Music pounded through the air, deep bass reverberating in your chest. It had been too long since he’d been here, since he’d let himself be here. A year locked away, a year spent watching time move without him. He wasn’t going to waste another second. You hadn’t seen him yet, he hadn’t seen you yet, though.

Bodies swayed around you, a sea of strangers lost in the rhythm. The alcohol burned in his throat, but he welcomed it. He had missed this, the noise, the chaos, the feeling of losing himself in something bigger, something careless. And then, through the dim, hazy glow of the club, he saw you.

It hit him like a punch to the gut. One second, he was just another guy drowning in Tokyo’s nightlife, and the next, you were there, standing across the room, looking different yet the same.

Rindou moved without thinking. The crowd barely registered as he pushed through, his pulse quickening with each step. When he was close enough, he leaned in from behind, lips dangerously close to your ear.

“Guess all paths don’t lead to Rome,” he murmured, voice rough with alcohol and something else. “But to you.” Seriously, what kind of pick up line was that? We all hope it was just the alcohol, Rindou.

You turned sharply, eyes widening in surprise. “Rindou?”

He grinned, lazy and lopsided. “Miss me?”

You blinked, as if you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not. “You’re out?”

He nodded, stepping back slightly to get a good look at you. “Yeah. A whole year. Thought I’d treat myself to some fun.”

You let out a breath, shaking your head. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Rindou clicked his tongue, smirking. “Funny. ‘Cause this kinda feels like the first time we met. You, me, a shitload of noise… Think I should take you back?”

You hesitated, your gaze flickering with something unreadable. “Rindou…”

His smirk faltered just a little. He could see it, the way you hesitated, the way your fingers curled slightly like you were holding yourself back. “It won’t be possible,” you said, voice softer now, but firm.

He exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah. Figured you’d say that.”

You expected him to get angry, expected him to push. But instead, he just leaned in closer again, eyes gleaming under the flashing lights.

“Then at least,” he murmured, “let’s enjoy tonight.” His voice was lower now, softer, edged with something dangerously close to longing. It sent a shiver down your spine, one you weren’t sure you wanted to acknowledge.

For a moment, you didn’t say anything. The past year had been a blur of trying to move on, trying to forget, and now here he was, Rindou, standing before you like a ghost from a life you had almost buried. But wasn’t that the problem? You never really buried it.

You swallowed, feeling the heat of his gaze, the way his presence still wrapped around you like cigarette smoke, impossible to ignore, impossible to forget. You knew better than to let him back in. But just for tonight… just for a little while…

“Alright,” you finally whispered. “Just tonight.”

And for the first time in a long time, Rindou smirked, because he knew, just as well as you did, that nothing was ever just one night.

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musedbyalli · 1 year ago

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@pareidolah liked for a Takashi starter.

///for any of your Ouran muses

Mori was basically the unofficial protector of the Host Club (as decided by him), despite often being seen as only looking out for Honey. Therefore, whenever something seemed to be bothering one of them, he tried to offer his support without forcing it.

"You've been quiet today." Something that he wasn't really judging since he was often rather quiet. It just seemed like something was on the other's mind.

#pareidolah #rp #muse: takashi morinozuka #(hope this is alright!)#(i tried to leave it vague enough to be open to any of your ohshc muses)

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just-cofffee · 10 months ago

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A hollow formed in her stomach at the sight of it, there, so celestial, as if it had come straight out of a fairy tale, made of smooth silk like a caress and adorned with delicate lace. It was a dress, but not just any dress—it was the dress of her dreams.

With trembling hands and a lump in her throat, she approached to lightly stroke it, fearing to soil or ruin it. The bodice of the dress was delicately embroidered with silver threads forming intricate floral patterns, each flower adorned with tiny pearls that shimmered with every movement. The skirt, wide and billowing, cascaded in layers of tulle that moved like gentle waves with each step, creating an ethereal silhouette.

The sensation of silk against her skin sent an electric current through her body. Every adjustment, every fastening, was like a whisper enveloping her in a sensation of ecstasy. It was as if the dress had been made especially for her. Every pearl, every silver thread, seemed to be there, placed by and for her, sending her a message between the lines. Or perhaps she was losing her mind.

It was lilac, like the hair of the dress's creator, her best friend.

Spinning around in front of the fitting room mirror like a little girl in her first princess dress, Takashi watched the woman of his life, his muse, his endless source of inspiration. He didn't have the privilege of calling her "mine," perhaps out of cowardice, fear of rejection, or worse yet, the terror of losing her forever. He settled for calling her "best friend," though that nickname felt like a necklace of thorns tormenting him day after day

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chochuuya · 1 year ago

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his muse.

fashion designer mitsuya x reader

disclaimers: slight angst, tension, lots of back and forth.. possessive mitsuya yup yup |･ω･)

word count: 685

“why?” mitsuya asks, not looking up from his sewing machine. “you’re my model. i’m not fighting for your time with another man (y/n).”

he’s always had an obsession with beautiful things. you’re no exception, so you can’t leave him.

all of his designs are catered to you. when he sees you smile, or hears you laugh, he’s already sketching another. he shuts the machine off, looking at you.

“do you not like the clothes i make anymore?” he asks, brows furrowing. because why else would you leave?

you chew your bottom lip as you fidget on your hands. it’s always nerve wracking to talk to mitsuya when he’s tense.

“it’s nothing like that, takashi. trust me, your designs are par to none! it’s just that.. i want to dress more and for others too? i am still your model, yes but i’m just signing up for more houses.”

he frowns.

“my designs are for you and you alone. we established this (y/n).”

you know mitsuya is stubborn, and once he gets an idea into his head, it doesn’t budge easily. he takes his designs seriously and doesn’t like to see his models modelling for other designers. the thought of you modelling for anyone else makes him feel jealous and angry, and he struggles to mask it.

you shake your head in protest.

“takashi. of course you had and have support me enough up to this point, but i just thought i could get more experience if i get myself out there more you know?” you reasoned.

“you don’t need to get more experience, you’re perfect!” he exclaims with eyes pleading.

“my designs are made with you in mind (y/n), and they look best on you! the other designers won’t be able to replicate my work. they’ll probably mess it all up.” mitsuya continues, “you could ruin your reputation modelling for someone else, no one would want your image on their projects anymore!”

he stops, breathless for a few seconds.

“you’re my muse..” he says quietly. “you’re all i’ve got, don’t you see that?”

you sighed in defeat.

“how am i supposed to grow as a model when i’m not getting out of my comfort zone, takashi? i admire you and your talented quality crafts but please, try to understand me!”

he glares at you, anger in his eyes.

“i don’t want you to grow, (y/n)!" he shouts.

“i want you to be mine and only mine. if you can't understand that then- then-" he stops himself before he gets too carried away.

“i understand that you have your own goals and aspirations but i’d rather you keep me in mind too.”

he steps back, breathing rapidly.

“i’m sorry, i- i shouldn’t have yelled.” he pauses, trying to get ahold of his emotions.

“you have other models too, mitsuya..”

“but i want you to be my main model.” he says, a hint of pleading in his voice.

“you’re my best, and i can help you far better than anyone else ever could. you’re my muse and inspiration. i just- i don’t want that to change.” he added.

you thought of what he said so, there was silence for a mere moment before you break the ice.

“there’s something else you’re not telling me. i know you.” you said with your arms crossed.

he narrows his eyes at you, not liking being accused of hiding something.

“and what do you think that is?” mitsuya asks icily. he wants to hear what you think it is, but won’t admit it just yet.

“i don’t know. you tell me.”

mitsuya is silent for a moment, debating over whether or not to let you in on his secret. his eyes scan your face, trying to gauge your trustworthiness. you’d never betrayed his trust before, so why not now?

finally, he speaks, his voice softer.

“i didn’t want to tell you because i knew you’d be upset. but... i’m in love with you (y/n)." mitsuya says quietly, looking at you.

“i’ve been in love with you for years.”

...

maybe hakkai and yuzuha should come by another day.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

ngl that one panel where he fixes takemichi's suit is just *nosebleeds* (＿＿*) anyway, i hope you like this one! reblogs & likes are vv appreciated ♡

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