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[yuugami-tan]

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since a fandom was not specified i'm answering these with Each One in mind. putting under read more for the sake of everyone's sanity

1. what OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

kurotsukki in hq!!, whatever the ship name between satoshi & ayumi from corpse party is, anyone x keiichi from higurashi, and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the main pairing from another.....the first two annoy me and keiichi doesn't need love but the last one's just kinda ehhh. don't remember anything between them

2. are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

naegiri from danganronpa!!! i just don't think kirigiri is the romance type lol.

tododeku bnha kinda!!! i DO think they're very cute, i just usually imagine them more in platonic settings

homumiko!!! same as with tododeku^^^

AND ALSO SATOSHI X NAOMI (corpse party). no reason other than there are cooler characters they can be with LMAO.

and lastly omori x aubrey!!! no particular reason, i simply think they're great as just friends

3. have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

YES many times, usually over little petty things lol. for example someone interpreted athena cykes ace attorney a certain way that i deemed Wrong and i unfollowed them immediately

4. do you have a NoTP in your fandom? are they a popular OTP?

yes and yes. it is called tamaharu (ohshc) and i am a HATER the thought of it makes me SPIT POISON and BREATHE FIRE also the fact that it's canon SICKENS ME <333 i don't care if they're perfect for each other it is simply incorrect and i am looking away so hard

also omori x basil!!! i think that one's pretty popular? i think it's toxic for several reasons which are all in spoiler territory

i'm sure there's more i'm not remembering atm ^^

5. has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

not that i remember B)

6. has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

nope! nobody will ever make me un-hate tamaharu and any other pairing i hate😌

7. is there anything you used to like but can't stand now?

hmmm..... i don't remember!!! i'm sure there's something though lol

8. have you received anon hate? what about?

kicks and screams NO i have not unfortunately. oh how i dream of getting anon hate one day

9. most disliked character(s)? why?

KISAKI TETTA (tokyo revengers) oh my god he's the actual worst. mister "my childhood crush rejected me so out of spite i kill her in multiple timelines"

10. most disliked arc? why?

i don't really pay attention to arcs lol. i thought it was pretty cringe when hinata snuck into that one training camp though. like why would u do that

11. is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn't? why?

UH i doubt the fandom dislikes this character but!!! i really liked ouji makoto from another.....even though he was there for like . two scenes lmao

12. is there an unpopular arc you like that the fandom doesn't? why?

reiterating here that i Do Not Know arcs

13. unpopular opinion about xxx character?

gonna choose mr. amanome seiji from spirit hunter: ng for this one! his whole sadistic schtick is annoying and that specific sprite is ugly :) I STILL LOVE HIM OF COURSE. he's just ultra annoying when he Does That

also choosing phoenix wright!!! beanix is the unsexiest man i have ever seen <3 i don't care that he was struggling or that that whole mess was going on. i think that version of him is gross

lastly uhhhhh takemichi fron tokrev!!! vague manga spoilers: he's stupid for saving [redacted]. should've let him die

14. unpopular opinion about your fandom?

don't have any!!! i think all my fandom opinions are pretty popular jaja. everyone's annoying

15. unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

sometimes (SOMETIMES OKAY.) the tokyo revengers art style looks ugly <333

also i think a lot of the characters in another are pretty forgettable

16. if you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

i'd make the corpse party anime so everyone lives 😌 i WOULD get rid of it entirely but the op is AMAZING and it deserves to stay. what i 100% would totally get rid of though is blood drive and chapter 8 of book of shadows. those do not exist to me <3 except for inumaru cuz he's the best and i love him

for dgs 2.................i'd simply change the ending. will not explain how

and for aa6. haha. i'm changing all the characterization there, baby. keeping 6-4 how it is though.....love that case to bits

17. instead of XYZ happening, i would have made ABC happen...

VAGUE TOKREV MANGA SPOILERS: instead of ****** dying, i'd.....yknow............make him Not Die............................lol........................................ also i'd make kokonoi get over his obsession with akane

VAGUE DGS 2 SPOILERS: instead of [redacted] and [redacted] just talking, i'd have made them share a tender moment catching up and having more interactions :( honestly this would've made for a great escapade episode

18. does not shipping something 'popular' mean you're in denial and/or biased?

i think it depends on the reason why one doesn't ship it! i'm definitely in denial about (and kinda biased against!) ouran purely because i don't ship tamaharu lol.

19. what is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

how the fandom is on the art reposting part of instagram lmao. the comment sections there are easily the grossest places on earth!!!

20. what is the purest ship in the fandom?

mayushige (corpse party), takehina (tokrev), arankita, takakiyo kiyoyachi, any karasuno 1st year x yachi (hq!!), junithena, the delites (aa)

21. what are your thoughts on crack ships?

LOVE THEM easily the ships of all time

22. popular character you hate?

uhhhhhh?????????? don't think i hate any other than kisaki lol!!!

23. unpopular character you love?

see #11 :D

also do wocky kitaki and uendo toneido count as unpopular characters??? if so then yeah those two.

OH AND INUPI. inupi my dearest...........

24. would you recommend xxx to a friend? why or why not?

what i would recommend: aa, hq!!, mp100, ouran, hades, professor layton games. amazing stories and amazing characters!!!

what i'm on the fence about recommending: another, corpse party, higurashi, your turn to die, spirit hunter, omori. neat stories, spooky visuals. viewer discretion VERY advised

what i Would Not recommend: danganronpa, genshin impact, bnha. just cuz

25. how would you end xxx?/would you change the ending of xxx?

OH i mentioned this in #16, i'd change the ending of dgs 2. still not explaining why or how!!!

i'd also change the ending of ouran by making haruhi Not end up with tamaki :)

26. most shippable character?

27. least shippable character?

honestly??? everyone in haikyuu

and both travelers genshin impact. i mean almost every character sends a love letter on their birthday, so

professor layton himself purely because of what happened in unwound future. i think he should remain completely unshippable

also sexiest man alive: detective hosonaga satoru 😌

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[dameronology]

Hey there! Could I please get the V-Day prompt "you’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot" with Luke? Thank you :)

once again i would like to apologise for how long it took me to do this bc lawd knows v.day was well over a week ago and i am just lazy (and very apologetic) -- i hope u enjoy my love!! 🖤

tw: mentions of injuries 

It was highly unusual for Luke to be awake past 10PM. 

It wasn’t that he was a killjoy, or that he didn’t enjoy staying up - he was just an absolute grandma at heart, and the Rebellion easily wore him out. He would almost always come and give you a quick goodnight kiss before he went to bed (unless you were staying with him, of course) and it was even something of a tradition. He’d come by your room with R2 in trail, press a sweet peck to your lips and sometimes, he’d hang around to chat about your day. He loved to sit on your bed, legs crossed and a smile on his face, as you told him about what you’d done and how you’d been. Half the time, he was too distracted by you to even listen. 

Tonight, however, you hadn’t seen him it. It was fast approaching 11PM and you were becoming a little concerned. There was every chance that he’d gotten back to his room and completely passed out - it had happened before, and he’d always been unnecessarily apologetic every time - or that he’d taken a nap earlier in the evening and slept through his alarm. Either way, you’d decided to finish up with your work for tonight and stop by his quarters.

The light to Luke’s room was on, which meant he was awake. You only bothered knocking once - he would have known it was. Freaky Force shit and all that. 

‘Luke?’ You gently pushed open the door. 

He was sat on his bed, holding a bandage in his mouth and his hand out in front of him. Your immediate reaction was to let out a horrified squeak at the cut he’d managed to get himself -- he had a tendency to be clumsy but man. Even by his standards, it was a pretty bad injury. 

‘Maker, Luke.’ You shut the door behind you, quickly dropping beside him on the bed. ‘The hell did you do?’

‘Han dared to me-’

‘- please don’t finish that sentence.’ You groaned. ‘I think I’ve already heard enough.’

Luke could be an idiot. Han could be even an even bigger idiot and frankly, they only enabled one another. Half of their success in the Rebellion had just been their combined clownery paying off thanks to sheer, dumb luck. It was the kind of thing where they were so dumb that it was genius. (Except for this, clearly.)  

‘I’m sorry.’ He murmured. ‘I was gonna come find you to say goodnight but I was too busy clearing myself up. Doesn’t help that it’s my dominant hand that I hurt.’

‘Hey, it’s okay.’ You gently leant across to press a kiss to his cheek. With a soft tug, you pulled the bottle of bactraspray from his good hand, signalling to him that you’d sort the rest out. ‘I don’t suppose Han is one piece either?’

‘No.’ Luke shook his head. ‘I think he has a broken rib.’

‘That would explain why I heard Leia rambling from outside her office on my way her.’ You snorted. 

You covered his hand in a layer of the gel, before taking the bandages from him and wrapping them around the wound. It would be completely healed in the morning, thanks to the miracle of modern medicine. It made you wonder how people had survived before the days of bacta-spray and nurse droids. 

‘This isn’t even the worst injury you’ve sustained from yours and Han’s dumb games.’ You reminded him. (There had been an incident with a broken leg. Long story). 

‘What can I say? I’m an idiot.’ He casually shrugged. 

‘You are an idiot.’ You agreed with a soft chuckle. ‘But you’re my idiot. And I wouldn’t change you for the world.’ 

[i-need-entertainment]

All’s not lost

Character: Iizuna x reader

*Little angsty BUT IT’S ULTIMATELY FLUFF!!*

Warning: Blood (from injury), mentions of injuries, Haikyu manga spoilers (Itatchiyama vs Inubushi), mentions of feeling insecure/not good enough ,Sakusa and Komori being bRaTs.

**In the beginning of this, Komori and Sakusa are first years and reader and Iizuna are second years. HENCE, Iizuna is the team setter, but not the team captain yet.**

You sighed, frustratedly running your fingers through your hair. “I am so sorry. I warned you they’d be a handful.” You apologized to the teams setter, Iizuna Tsukasa, as you turned around to glare at the culprits. Your younger brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and you guys’ cousin, Komori Motoya. “Kiyoomi, stop being a brat.” He huffed as he looked away from you, Komori just snickered beside him, “And Motoya, stop encouraging him!” Komori looked up in (feigned) shock. “Hey! I didn’t encourage him, He just did it.” You rolled your eyes, “Fine, stop enabling him.” He laughed as he ran off to go practice volleyball, Sakusa not far behind him. You shook your head as you turned back around to be face to face with the setter. “I really am sorry…You’d think with them being in high school they would be past needing 24/7 adult supervision, apparently not.” You and him just laughed, him waving off your apology. “It’s fine, really. But, uh, could you tell me where the first aid kit is kept…?” Tilting your head a bit in confusion you looked at him, and then blood came running down his face…

*Five minutes earlier…*

“It’s not that I’m doubting you, it’s just I don’t think you can do it.” Sakusa glared at his cousin. Just a little bit ago the two had been having an argument. Komori didn’t think Sakusa could spike left handed, Sakusa said he could…So anyways here they were. Komori was acting as setter and Sakusa, as spiker. After many, many minutes, Sakusa nailed one…except it was much more powerful than he had intended…and instead of the court being it’s final destination, Iizuna’s face took the brunt of the blow. Luckily you, Itatchiyama’s second year manager, had been heading into the gym to collect the rugrats you called family when you witnessed the teams setter go down.

*Now back to present time, in the club room*

“Here, go ahead and sit down. I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit.” He nodded as he took a seat in the chair you had pulled over for him. You came back over to him with the kit in hand. “Hold this to your nose, it’s still bleeding…” He nodded as he took the gauze, holding it to his still bleeding nose. You looked for an ice pack, once you found one you brought it to his now bruising cheek. He winced a little as you placed it on his face but got used to it. “You didn’t have to do this…” You smiled as you shook your head. “It’s fine…it was my idiots that did it anyway so it’s the least I can do.” You both kind of sat there in a sort of silence. You had known each other for over a year now, and you guys were friends, but you weren’t super close. Unbeknownst to the two of you, you had both developed little (okay maybe not *little*) crushes on each other. “…Does it hurt?” Iizuna snapped his gaze back to yours, which he now realized was quite close to his face. He short circuited for a second before remembering you had asked him a question. “U-um not too bad. Thank you…” You smiled as you gently cupped his face, tilting his head gently side to side to check for any other injuries you may have missed. You paused before letting go of him when you realized you were still cupping his face. “D-don’t worry about it…anytime.” You gave him one last smile before you stood up, him doing the same when he saw the blood had stopped gushing out of his nose.

  That was second year. Fast forward to third year, it is now the time of the nationals. Today was the day of the quarterfinals, and Itatchiyama is playing against Inubushi East High. You guys had just called a time out, you gave some members their water bottles and towel before walking over to Iizuna. Handing him the bottle he nodded and said a quick ‘thank you’ before gulping the water down. They had just finished the first set; winning it of course, honestly the game was looking pretty good for Itatchiyama. You’ve known Iizuna for a good three years now, so you knew when something was on his mind. “Iizuna, you okay? You look like something’s on your mind..” He looked at you, a bit startled you had noticed. He sighed and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck; something you noticed he did when he was nervous. “I don’t know, I just feel a bit…nervous? I mean, sure we won the first set but, I don’t know something just feels off…” You nodded, “All you can really do is your best, just make sure you do what you’re supposed to and what happens will happen. But, that said I’m sure you’ll do great…you always do.” You gave him a sweet smile, and he gave you one back. The whistle blew, signaling the break was over and it was time to get back on the court. He turned around, “Iizuna!” He turned back towards you. You took a step forward and kissed his cheek, “Do your best…” He had a shocked look on his face before it transformed into a goofy smile, “If we win this, can I have a real one?” You laughed, “Just get on the court you dork!” Laughing he made his way to the court, lightly slapping a giggling Komori upside the head as he reclaimed his spot in the front row. They continued on with the game and it was now just under halfway through the second set; the score was 14:12 in Itatchiyama’s favor. All was going great until, “Stop the game! Iizuna went down!” Hearing his name you shot up, frantically looking towards the court you saw Iizuna on the ground holding his ankle. You and coach rushed towards the court, each of you grabbing one of his arms and leading him off to the sidelines where medics were waiting for him. After Iizuna was escorted to the infirmary and Itatchiyama had subbed in their back up setter, you returned to your place at the bench, a sick feeling sitting in your stomach. 27:29…Itatchiyama had lost. You started to pack up as the boys returned to the locker room. That brings us to now, the team was all sitting In the room they had been given in the stadium, minus one that is. After the game (which Iizuna had eventually returned to) you hadn’t been able to talk to Iizuna, and when you realized the captain was missing you exited the room and went looking for him. You turned a corner just to see him sitting on a bench, head in his hands as he tried to gather his thoughts. “…Iizuna…?” He looked up to see you, a concerned expression on your face as you looked at him. “I thought you were with the team?” You shook your head, making your way towards him. “I was, but, I haven’t seen you since the game ended…and having known you for as long as I have, I had a feeling you’d be somewhere alone blaming yourself for what happened.” He stayed silent. “Tsukasa…” He looked up at you again, You knelt down in front of him. “…It wasn’t your fault. Not as the setter, definitely not as the captain. You didn’t let your team down, and you definitely didn’t let me down. What happened was a terrible accident, they happen. But blaming yourself isn’t going to change what did happen…I’m proud of you Tsukasa…” Charged by the surge of emotions going through him he threw himself at you, wrapping you tightly in his arms as tears started going down both of your faces. “I just- I feel so helpless! I tried so hard, worked so hard. We all did! A-AND, I just. I don’t know Y/n. I don’t feel good enough- I’m not good enough for the team, for you-“ Done with hearing his self deprecation you slightly pulled away from the hug, holding his face and looking him in the eyes. “Don’t. Don’t say that. You are more than enough, for the team, for volleyball, I mean- you’re the number 1 setter and for good reason! And if anything you’re too good for me!” You lightly laughed as you wiped some tears from your eyes with your right hand, Iizuna laughing and leaning into your left hand, which remained on his cheek. “…fine, we’re BOTH losers…” You laughed at his comment, happy the normal Iizuna was making an appearance. “Shut up!” You smiled as you looked into his eyes, both of you feeling a little bit better. “It sucks that we lost…but there’s something else I’m more upset about not getting…” You raised your eyebrow in question (and suspicion) while he gave you an amused lop sided smile. He leaned in closer, putting his forehead against yours. You smiled, trying to hide the way your heart beat had immediately sped up, and hoping he didn’t notice how hot your face had gotten. “Oh…? What would that be?” He chuckled, “You know.” You attempted to stop the sea of emotions that started to flood your senses, but with the love of your life this close and being an absolute flirt?! HOW COULD YOU BE CALM?!!? He flicked his gaze down to your lips before his intense stare met yours. “…I know I didn’t win…but could you bend the rules just this once and let me kiss you?” You nodded and he wasted no time in tilting his head and connecting his lips to yours. The kiss was…sweet. It was soft, kind everything you had imagined it would be like to kiss the Tsukasa Iizuna. Parting he returned his forehead to yours, “I like you, Y/n…I really like you, and I get it if you don’t like me back-“ You shook your head with a smile, “I like you too Tsukasa…” He smiled, “Then is it safe to say you’d go out with me?” You laughed, “Yeah, I think so.” You both sat there for a while, enjoying basking in the presence of your new relationship, and because he couldn’t get up. “…Can I kiss you again?” You nodded and he once again placed his lips on yours, just as things were getting good you were both interrupted by a very distinct ‘Ew’ and ‘Get it captain!’ Disconnecting your lips from his your eyes widened as Iizuna groaned. Peering around the corner was the two gremlins themselves; Sakusa and Komori. An irk mark appeared on Iizuna’s face while you laughed. Sensing the oncoming danger Komori gave a little wave and a ‘Have fun~ But not too much fun~’ before he skipped away, a still grossed out Sakusa following behind him. “Sorry about them. But, you might as well get used to it, I have a feeling that will be happening a lot.” He sighed but ultimately chuckled, moving his head to rest on your shoulder. “So long as my dream girl is there with me, I don’t even care.” Today might not have been the best. They lost the match and Iizuna had sprained his ankle. But he couldn’t deny that today had been one of the best, because he had finally confessed his feelings to the girl he’d been crushing on since first year.

[josai]

you remind me

This one goes out to @amalasdraws who enables all my need for fluffy Iwaoi! Thank you!

There’s only really one thing that Hajime doesn’t like about his job, and that’s the fact that it keeps him away from Tooru more than he’d like.

He’s in town for one week, away for the next - sometimes it’s two weeks at home, and then four days away. He’s got more seniority now, so there’s less time spent away than at home, but he’d be hard-pressed to admit that he doesn’t miss Tooru when they’re apart, even if it’s just for a day.

So when he gets the chance to come home a day early and surprise Tooru? The answer is a resounding yes, obviously.

But the hard part comes in keeping the secret from Tooru.

They text every day, as is their ritual when they’re spending time apart. It’s for both of their benefit - Tooru might be more vocal and expressive about being lonely, but Hajime feels exactly the same way. So when he gets up early in the morning to fill up his car before starting the drive, texting Tooru isn’t as easy as it usually is.

Tooru: hajime! tetsu woke me up at 6 am today to give him and his cat a ride to the vet. six. am!!!

Tooru: it’s a good thing i have the day off and can nap later (´∀`)

Tooru: i hope u didn’t sleep in, daichi is so uptight about being punctual

Hajime: i’m up, good morning babe

Hajime: good, without him you would have slept until noon

Tooru: i would not have!!! maybe like eleven at the latest….

Hajime: mhm, well now that you’re up, what are you doing today?

Tooru: hmm well koushi wants to meet up for lunch

Tooru: other than that, just cleaning so the house is perfect for when my hajime comes home (´∀｀)♡

Hajime: you don’t need to do anything special

Hajime: as long as you’re there, it’s good

Tooru: hajime!!!

Tooru: (*≧∀≦*)

Tooru: i love you!

Hajime: i love you too, i gotta get going

Tooru: be safe!

Hajime sighs, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat of his car. He turns the music up, and drives.

The drive is long, and it feels even longer because he spends the majority of his time thinking about Tooru. The way he looks, just barely having woken up in the morning, nose scrunched up and eyes blinking tiredly. The way that he smells, warm and sweet with hints of coconut, and cocoa; the way that he feels after a long day, pressed up against Hajime’s chest, breathing slow and even, a warm and comfortable weight.

It’s like a bad habit, only one that Hajime doesn’t want to break.

He stops only once to get home faster, a warm feeling of excitement tingling in his spine as he turns into town. The route home is familiar, and thankfully quick; it’s a bit later than he would have liked thanks to traffic, already having passed into the late afternoon, but Hajime’s just glad to be heading home. With any luck, Tooru will be home from lunch already.

Hajime throws his car in park in their driveway as soon as he’s able, stepping out from his car. He leaves his bag in the backseat - he doesn’t need it, anyway, digging his keys out from his pocket and heading up to the front door.

Slowly, gingerly, he unlocks the door, stepping into the warm, familiar house. Closing the door behind him, he starts unbuttoning his coat and toeing off his shoes. Tooru’s shoes sit carefully on the shoe rack - a good sign that he’s home.

It’s quiet.

Hajime hangs up his coat, and steps into his slippers that Tooru always keeps by the front door when he’s gone. He pads through the hallway, listening curiously. He doesn’t hear any talking, just some quiet music playing from somewhere. Stepping into the living room, it doesn’t take Hajime long to find Tooru.

His heart does this jumping up into his throat thing that it always does when he first sees him, no matter how long they’ve known each other; no matter how long they’ve been together.

The sight of him makes Hajime smile.

Tooru is all curled up on the couch, face pressed against the back cushions. He’s asleep, the continual rise and fall of his chest a strong indication of that. He looks calm, relaxed, peaceful - but that’s not the thing that Hajime likes the most.

No, rather, it’s seeing Tooru in one of his favourite sweaters, cuddled up into the fabric as much as possible. The sweater itself is a bit big on Hajime, so Tooru is able to fit his smaller frame into it with room to spare, as he’s got his face snuggled against the neck, his legs curled up against the rest of his body. He’s even wearing Hajime’s sweatpants, too - a pair that are too big on him even, so they hang off Tooru’s frame, riding low on his hips, covering all but the tips of his toes.

Hajime bites his lip. He’d initially planned on making dinner for Tooru, but, well… that can wait for another night. Instead, he grabs his phone, quickly making a phone call to their favourite take-out restaurant. It’ll be a good substitute.

He doesn’t stir when Hajime steps closer, reaching for the television remote to turn off the documentary Tooru’s left on. He lets out a soft breath, face scrunching up when the couch dips, and Hajime settles himself down beside him.

Tooru’s a heavy sleeper, so Hajime allows himself a moment to watch, and appreciate. He runs a hand through Tooru’s soft brown hair, chuckling to himself when Tooru leans into the touch, sighing appreciatively. His fingers dip a little lower, pressing into the muscles of Tooru’s shoulders and neck, where he knows he carries a lot of tension.

Hajime reaches out with his other hand to pull Tooru in closer, slowly and gently, careful to not wake him. Tooru sighs softly, but cuddles up against him as soon as they’re pressed together, like this is his spot, like he belongs there; like this was exactly what he was missing.

It’s almost too much for Hajime’s heart to bear, but then Tooru has to go and send him over the edge.

He doesn’t sleep talk much, generally just quiet mumblings and the occasional sigh, but Hajime makes out one word, clear as day, muttered from Tooru’s lips.

“Hajime…”

Hajime holds his breath as Tooru shifts, pressing his face against Hajime’s chest and inhaling deeply. God damn it, he loves him so much.

This might be Hajime’s favourite time of day.

He picks his book up off the coffee table where Tooru’s left it, opening up to his last read page; Tooru clings to him, shifting occasionally, but sleeping peacefully. Hajime runs his fingers through Tooru’s hair, occasionally leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, or brush his bangs out of his eyes.

It’s quiet, until the doorbell rings, and Tooru lets out a loud groan.

He blinks his eyes, opening them slowly, expression souring; he doesn’t like to be woken up, and naps are no exception. “What?” He grumbles, sitting up, “Who is at the-”

Freezing, he looks down at his hands that are still on Hajime’s chest, then up at his face. His expression softens almost instantly; he smiles, throwing his arms around Hajime for a proper hug. “Hajime?” He grins, pulling back to bring him in for a kiss, hands grasping at the collar of his shirt, “You’re early!”

Hajime laughs; that expression on Tooru is so great. “Yeah, Daichi let me off a day early for good work.” He hugs Tooru back, gratefully accepting the kiss. It’s soft, and slow; not heated like their usual reunion kisses, but Hajime loves it all the same. He missed the taste of Tooru, the sweet flavour that he just can’t get enough of. Tooru pulls back with another laugh, breath hot against Hajime’s neck.

The doorbell rings again, and Tooru makes a face, sleep still tugging at his features. “So then who’s at the door?”

“Food,” Hajime replies, wiggling his way out from Tooru, and reaching for his wallet, “I ordered for us.”

Tooru inhales a little, a small gasp, his smile beaming. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I know.” Hajime laughs, “Now wait here, okay?”

“Okay.” Tooru lets him go, albeit a little slowly, allowing Hajime to get up and pay for the food. By the time Hajime comes back, Tooru’s moved over on the couch, made a proper space for Hajime and cleared off some space on the table for their food. He looks up at Hajime, already reaching over for him when he gets close, two bags of food in his hands.

“Wait wait wait-” Hajime laughs, and dodges Tooru’s hands, dropping the food down and retreating back. “Let me get some drinks first.” Tooru pouts, but he goes to the kitchen anyway, coming back with a few cans of juice. Tooru reaches for his hand again, but instead of getting what he wants, Hajime presses the cold can of juice in it, laughing when Tooru pulls back with a grumble.

As soon as he sits down it’s fair game, and Tooru cuddles right back up to him, nuzzling his neck, and then his chest. He sighs happily, so excited to have Hajime back with him.

“Tooru,” Hajime laughs, resting his hand on Tooru’s back, “we can’t eat like this.” Tooru pouts, leaving Hajime to lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. “We’ll cuddle more later, okay?”

With a sigh, Tooru nods. “Promise?”

“Of course,” he responds, with no hesitation. He smiles as Tooru untangles himself, still choosing to sit close to Hajime, legs intertwined, bodies pressed in close; they split the food, humming happily, chatting lowly. Tooru finds himself drifting closer slowly, naturally; the contact grounds him, and Hajime finds comfort in keeping him close.

It doesn’t take long for them to finish, and Tooru drops his dishes down on the table, pushing it far enough away to be dealt with later. “Now more cuddles?” Tooru asks, throwing Hajime a smile as he sneaks in closer.

Rather than respond, Hajime just opens up his arms, pulling Tooru in close to a deep cuddle. He inhales slowly, all of his senses overwhelmed with everything that is Tooru, but in a way he can never get enough of.

“I missed you,” Tooru whispers, shifting a little to get comfortable. He’s basically thrown himself over Hajime’s lap at this point, and buries his face back in the sweater, closing his eyes again. “I hope you don’t mind me taking your sweaters when you’re gone. It’s… It’s the best Hajime substitute I’ve got.” He sits himself back up, legs sliding on either side of Hajime’s lap. “But the real thing is still way better.”

Hajime smiles, and cups the back of his head with a hand. He leans in close, their breathing warm, mixing together. “I missed you too.”

Hajime definitely has to make an amendment to what he previously thought, though. This is definitely his favourite time of day.

[cookiepiefrenzy]

Integritale 19 - Thank You

Sans woke up, knowing exactly what he was to do. He had to wake Serifa up, inform her about everything, teleport to the Riverperson and go to Hotland. It was from there on that he needed to think of something new.

And so he did. In a few moments, Serifa and him were ready to open the door and teleport. Sans stopped for a second. Should he arm her again? It had been great help last time, but it made her suffer a lot. And, in the end, she died anyway. But what was he to do if the spiders attacked again while he was knocked out? Or if another, a new danger emerged? He had originally decided never to arm her again, but maybe it was worth it after all.

-What are you thinking, darling? Serifa gently patted his back.

-Oh...I was just wondering... Maybe...maybe I'm not strong enough for this.

-You told me you're pretty strong, right?

-I am...but I don't know if it's enough. Maybe we aren't prepared for this.

-Are you...afraid...?

Sans looked away.

-Yes...I am.

-Well...I'm afraid too. And I know I'm weak. But, when I think of you protecting me... I feel like everything is going to be fine! she smiled.

-Heh... You're so much stronger than you think, sweetheart! Sans smiled back at her. Trust me. I know...

-Then the same goes for you!

Serifa leaned forward, kissing Sans. For her, it had been just a few hours after their last kiss. But for him...it had been days. So many endless and sad days since he last felt her lips kissing him, giving him hope. He kissed her back, having no doubts anymore. He was powerful enough to do this without needing her help to fight. It was his responsibility to save her anyway.

Holding hands, they opened the door and teleported to the Riverperson. Sans was calm enough to actually hug Serifa and enjoy the trip with her. After all, he had repeated it twice already and knew no one was going to attack them during the ride. Plus, being casual with her was giving him more and more hope. They chatted a bit like they used to do before everything got messed up. They cuddled and kissed and played fight, almost turning the boat upside-down. They laughed together. It was so, so refreshing!

They soon reached Hotland. Sans followed the same route as he always did. This time, however, he was quicker. His strength had increased again, so he was able to get the elevator cabin up faster. He had also memorised the vent puzzle better, enabling him to get through it faster. As a result, the Royal Guards never caught up to them and the fight never happened. The spiders didn't hear any fuss, so they never came out. For the first time, they were free to cross through Muffet's den without worrying about being followed.

Sans took Serifa's hand and walked in. The lights were up, since no one was expecting them to come. As soon as they stepped in, Muffet approached them.

-Well, well, well, well! What do we have here? she smiled creepily.

-Just passing through, Muffet. Of course, I do have some money for you. But let us go fast, okay? We are in a hurry here.

-No, no, no, no, Sans, it doesn't work this way! I heard that this girl you're with...is a human.

-Alphys told you? Sans sighed.

-Indeed she did. And she told me many other things... Things like you being with her and protecting her for some reason... Things like...the King paying me A LOT if I catch her.

Sans was getting tired of her sly and smug attitude.

-I'll pay you more, okay? Just let Serifa go!

-Can you pay more than the King himself, I wonder? Muffet laughed. But even if you could, why would I let her through anyway? Her soul will take us a step closer to the surface! Not to mention...she's a human. Oh, what a disgusting creature she is!

-Why...? Why am I disgusting...? Serifa said in a sad tone.

-Why, you ask. Because you, humans, kill us with every chance you get! The spiders on the surface suffer because of you! Insecticides, crushing us with your filthy shoes, squishing us to death just for fun!

-But you invade their houses! What are they supposed to do? Sans was getting impatient.

-We don't kill them! And, you know something? Humans are actually afraid of us! They only kill us because they can! Because the spiders on the surface aren't as big as the ones here. If these spiders were to go to the surface, they'd rule the whole world with humans trembling in their feet! No one would dare attack them! They are all cowards who step on the weaker!

-Muffet, stop pushing me... Sans glared at her, ready to prepare an attack.

-But...I'm not afraid of you! Serifa interrupted.

-Oh, really...? You aren't afraid, girlie...?

Muffet hopped closer.

-Well... You seem not to like me very much, so maybe I'm afraid of you, personally...but not of the rest of the spiders.

-Ha! And you expect me to believe that? Come on, we both know that you, yourself have probably squished over a dozen of my kind.

-I haven't. In fact, the spiders at my house...were my friends.

-Yeeeeah, right they were. Stop lying, little girl! Muffet was getting annoyed.

-I'm not lying! I remember them! I used to have names for them! It was Billy, and Annie, and Stella! And so many others! One day, my father found Stella walking in the living room... And he attacked her with a slipper. Thankfully, he didn't kill her, but her leg was damaged after that... I was so, so sorry for her. After that, I put a box over their nest while my father was home, so he wouldn't see them. And, when he was away, I would take it off  and talk to them! I wish they could understand me and reply back... That's why...even though you're threatening me right now...I feel happy that I can actually talk with a spider.

Sans's jaw dropped by that reply.

-Wow...that's...surprising... Muffet mumbled. You don't look like you're lying, either... You're a rare human being. I've never seen a human that likes spiders, you know.

-I can't see why people fear them... To me, they look like small, innocent creatures trying to survive...

-You know what, girlie? I've taken a liking to you. You can move forward, I won't attack you or sell you out. As for your human soul...I'll have to wait for the next human I guess. You're rare, I'm not wasting you!

Muffet gave Serifa a sweet smile. Sans was shocked. He had never seen Muffet being something other than a greedy sly spider. But, right now, she looked like a sweet, innocent girl. Like Serifa.

-Thank you, Miss Muffet! Serifa smiled back. I'm really glad I got to meet you!

-Come on now, girl, you and Sans should go. They are probably following you. Sans, you'd better take good care of her! And if you can, Serifa... I'd love you to visit me again!

-I definitely will! I wanna get to know you better too! Serifa waved at her as they were leaving her den.

Before they left, Sans turned back and looked at Muffet.

-Muffet? he called out.

Muffet looked at him smiling at her.

-Thank you.

They continued walking, going through Mettaton's empty theatre. Surprisingly, no Guards were around. Sans was feeling relaxed for the first time in a while. So far, everything was going perfect. His relationship with Serifa was great and he hadn't killed anyone. Maybe this was the time they would win. He was finally hopeful.

-I know you want to become a dancer, Serifa...But maybe you should consider becoming an actress! Sans chuckled.

-What do you mean?

-This story you just made up and managed to persuade Muffet...it was so believable.

-It wasn't a story.

-What?

-It was real.

-You actually talked to spiders?

-Considering it was the only living thing I could talk to...yes, I did. And it helped A LOT at keeping me sane...you know, with what was happening.

-Oh... Sans looked down. Sorry...

-Well, it's okay, really! Serifa smiled.

-Heh...you're a real weirdo, do you know that? Sans laughed and messed her hair.

They had reached the MTT Resort. In it, there was the elevator that could take them to New Home. And, from there, they'd go to the castle. It felt so easy, after having such a carefree day.

They walked straight in, only to be welcomed by fifteen Royal Guards. Sans immediately tried to run back, but the door was being guarded by another two Guards. The hotel had been emptied from other people. They were surrounded. In the middle of everyone, Sans could see Alphys.

-Alphys...Is this your doing?

-W-Well I have cameras installed all over Hotland... So I was watching! I knew where you were! And I knew that you'd end up here...there was nowhere else for you to go after all...

Sans noticed Alphys holding a tablet. It was probably where she was watching them from.

-Alphys...you're so, so smart... Sans looked down, filled with anger.

-T-Thank you... Alphys blushed.

-I hate you for it.

Hell broke loose once more. Sans had to defend Serifa against seventeen different people. Seventeen different magic attacks coming towards her every second. Sans couldn't counter them all, no matter how hard he tried. It  felt like having to counter every single raindrop during a storm. It just wasn't possible. Serifa was dead in a matter of seconds.

Sans had never been so infuriated before. This had been the perfect day. After all his attempts, he had managed to make so much progress, only for Alphys to deny him that. Now, he was back to square one. His eyes disappeared from his eye sockets.

-Y O U   A R E   A L L   D E A D .

Sans summoned two gaster blasters for every Royal Guard and blasted them without a second thought. They all dropped dead. Alphys covered her mouth in shock. She couldn't recognise Sans at all. Was this the friendly, lazy skeleton she always knew?

She had no time to find out. Whatever had become of her friend, it was dangerous. Dropping the tablet, she ran to the elevator.

-W H E R E   D O   Y O U   T H I N K   Y O U   A R E   G O I N G ?

Sans grabbed Alphys and forcefully pinned her to the wall, glaring at her with his empty eyes.

-Y O U .   I T ' S   Y O U   W H O   T O O K   H E R   A W A Y .

-S-Sans...? Y-You're creeping me out...your voice is different...you look...different... You...aren't the Sans I know...

Alphys had never been so scared before.

-I   T R I E D   S O   M U C H .   S O   M A N Y   T I M E S .   A N D   Y O U   J U S T   M A D E   M O R E   A N D   M O R E   O B S T A C L E S .   Y O U   K I L L E D   H E R   M O R E   T H A N   O N C E .

-Sans...What are you talking about...? I don't und-

-D I E.

Sans summoned as many gaster blasters as he could, all of them surrounding Alphys. He raised his right arm, getting ready to shoot them. The hooded figure was watching in disappointment, unseen by everyone.

-SANS!!!

The screaming voice he heard was Undyne's. She was standing at the hotel's entrance.

-SANS, STOP!!!! What are you doing???

Sans looked back at Undyne with the same empty look.

-Y O U   W A N T   T O   D I E   T O O ?

Undyne freaked out. She fell on her knees, begging and crying in shock.

-Sans, please... Don't hurt Alphys... Killing her won't achieve anything... And if you so desperately want to kill someone...kill me instead... But it still won't bring the human back! Please, Sans, Please!!

Sans was shaken. His right arm was still up, ready to order the blasters to shoot Alphys and rip her to pieces. Trembling, he grabbed his right arm with his left hand, slowly bringing it down. The gaster blasters slowly disappeared. The eyes appeared again in his eye sockets.

Looking down, he slowly moved away from Alphys and walked towards Undyne. He wasn't sure if he was angry, sad or scared of himself. Everything was silent, as both the girls were looking at him in fear. He stopped right next to Undyne. Without even looking at her, he uttered two words.

-Thank you.

His left eye flashed.