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renjunniex · 7 months ago

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Fury

Prompt: the killer now about to be revealed means things are about to get very interesting. how will y/n choose to deal with every problem she is currently facing?

a/n: heyyy guys, hehe.. I’m back. sorry for the long time away, it’s been… chaotic to say the least. I just barely finished the chapter before i posted it so it’s not edited so please excuse any and all mistakes. i plan to go in later and edit when i have a chance, just wanted to get a new chapter out since it’s been so long.

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You never got to have your morning kiss and you were definitely not happy about it. The boys had called you to tell you to get to the police station as fast as you could.

"(Y/N), you need to get here NOW!" The voice of your sarcastic friend made you have to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Jeez, okay, I get it. But I can't leave, I can't find Derek and they're barely keeping themselves under control."

You felt a hand grabbed you wrist and you knew it was Isaac's, "Go, it'll be okay, I can handle everything." You sighed and nodded before confirming you would be at the station as fast as you could.

That's where you were now, the lady at the front desk had let you in. You found Scott, Stiles, and the Sheriff staring at the computer screen. "Okay, what was so important that I just had to be here," your hands were on your hips and they all looked at you.

"The one killing people is Matt," Scott said. You swore you felt your brain explode, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Look he's on the video tapes," Stiles pointed to the computer. "We don't know that it's him Stiles," His dad exclaimed. You walked out to the computer and looked on the screen, you saw a nurse walk up to the boy on camera, "Well, hey, someone talked to him. Maybe you should try to get a statement." They're heads snapped to you and then back at the screen. That's when you got to take a closer look at the nurse that was talking to the supposed Matt.

"Oh, my god," you gasped.

"He's talking to my mom," Scott said horror dripping from his voice.

Scott had called Melissa, under the request of Sheriff.

"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day."

"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," Scott expressed. "Yeah, he looks evil," called Stiles.

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

Scott got his phone out of his pocket, "Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." He snapped the picture and texted it to Melissa. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go," Scott stuttered ending the call before bringing his attention back to you guys. Sheriff shuffled through papers until he came across the ones he was looking for, "Alright, we've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks outside the trailer."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of the three murders," Stiles exclaimed.

"The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," you listed.

"Actually four," Sheriff corrected, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When," asked Stiles.

"A couple hours before you got there."

"Alright, Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant," Sheriff motioned to Scott, "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D., I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

Stiles dashed out the room, "On it!" Scott had started to call Melissa and with all the stress you couldn't help but pace around the room. "She's on her way here," you glanced up at Scott and then looked at Sheriff to see his expression change, "Sheriff, what's wrong-." When you turned in the direction his eyes were directed you saw Stiles come back in, only he wasn't alone. Matt was behind him, with a gun.

You moved slowly to Scott and Stiles while Sheriff began to try and talk to the striped shirt boy, "Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

The boy waved the firearm around like it was a toy, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." You saw Stiles' head raise up slightly and despite the dangerous situation, you couldn't help the scowl that made its way onto your face.

"I know you don't want to hurt people," Sheriff tried to reason but something told you that reasoning wasn't going to get you anywhere, "Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone."

Stiles and you both turned your heads to Scott, who had pulled his hand out of his pocket. You took a deep breath as you felt your nerves shoot through the roof, your head was hurting. You knew you were losing control because of the spike in emotions. It must of been your intuition trying to take over.

Gripping your hands into themselves you tried to stay focus on the conversation, "Now!" The loud voice made you jump slightly, "Come on," Sheriff nudged his head you guys and you three threw your phones on the desk.

Matt had made Stiles handcuff Sheriff in the holding cell area, while you and Scott stood just barely off to the side. When he was satisfied with how tight the cuffs were set, he grabbed Stiles and jerked him forward causing Scott and you to follow close behind. You had reached a hallway and there were officers laying all across the floor, blood, from their fatal chest wounds, spattered all over the walls.

A loud gasp of horror spilled from you, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here," Scott asked in horror.

"No, that's what Jackson's for," he answered, "I just think about killing them, and he does it." Matt roughly pushed your shoulder forward as he guided you back to the main office. He made Stiles go on to his dad's computer to delete any and all files having to do with him. Scott and you were given the job of destroying all physical files.

"Deleted. And we're done," Stiles stated pressing the key on the keyboard, "So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Lights moved across the windows outside and you felt your breath stop, Melissa was here and there was really nothing you could to protect without risking everyone else. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt taunted.

You shook your head while Scott had a destressed expression, "Matt, don't do this," he said, "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

The door opened in the distance as Matt scoffed a laugh, "If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then (Y/N), and then your mom."

Maybe it was the adrenaline but you couldn't stop yourself from barking back, "You try to put one finger on any of us, and I'll send you through the wall so hard you'll forget who you are." Matt's head cocked to side as if he didn't understand what you meant but even then you could tell he was holding a brave face.

He once again, dragged you three to the front of the Sheriff's office, "Open it," he directed. Scott didn't look towards the door but showed his hesitation, "Please."

"Open the door."

You could practically feel all three of your heartbeats erratic from fear. Scott slowly reached for the doorknob, turning it to reveal not Melissa, but Derek. "Oh, thank God," sighed the werewolf in relief. That relief wore off sooner than it appear as Derek fell to the floor in front of you, he had been paralyzed. Jackson walked into the room standing where the Alpha werewolf once was. His eyes rolled, turning into his usual terrifying slits.

Matt stood over Derek, "This is the one controlling him? This kid," Derek observed in his monotoned voice. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf. Oh yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a fricking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you two. What do you turn into?"

"None of your business."

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt especially didn't like Stiles' answer, he tipped his head and instantly Jackson's claw swiped the back of Stiles' neck sending him to the floor and onto of Derek. You and Scott made noises of protest only for Jackson to mock you by wagging his finger.

"You bitch."

"Get him off of me," Derek gritted.

Matt laughed at the sight, "Oh, I don't know Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kind of suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth," Derek quipped, "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles muttered out, his voice muffled.

More lights passed by and this time you knew it had to be Melissa. Matt had seen them too, calling out, "Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott don't trust him!"

Matt grabbed Stiles' shirt pulling him over and placing his foot on the boy's neck. "Stop, stop! Leave him alone!" Scott had to get a hold of you to keep you from making any sudden movements. Stiles gasped and gagged for air, his face turning red, "This work better for you?" Matt had gone into a stare down with you two and you were seconds from losing control at this point. "Okay, just stop! Stop," Scott pleaded.

"Then do what I tell you to."

You glared at the boy, the amount of hatred you felt in this moment was unlike any other, "Let. Him. Go." You voice sounded so different and you couldn't tell if it was just your imagination or not. "Okay," Scott urged, "Alright, Stop!" The foot on Stiles' neck was released and the boy desperately gasped for air. Matt nudged his head in a direction as he commanded Jackson, “You, take him in there.”

“You…” Matt’s eyes locked onto Scott once more, “With me.” You had no ability to react as Matt grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back, preventing you from doing anything as he made you walk in front of him. He guided you both to the front where Melissa came into the police station.

“Mom?”

Melissa sighed at the sound of Scott’s voice and made her way around the corner, “You scared me, where is every…” She stopped speaking when her eyes fell on you both, Scott in front with Matt’s gun pointing at the back of his head and you locked in position guarding Matt’s body. “Mom, just do what he says he promised he wouldn’t hurt you.” Frozen from the shock of the situation you just stood silently your head hanging slightly. “He’s right,” Matt confirmed. Everything felt slow, your ears began to ring and your mind tried its best to process the next few seconds.

You watched as Scott hunched over and Melissa cover her mouth as you assumed she screamed, you didn’t know. Your ears were buzzing like a bomb had gone off right next to you. The smell of gunpowder filled your nose and the sight of smoke covered your vision. Tears seeped from your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. Rationally speaking, Scott was going to be okay, being supernatural had those perks but your brain didn’t seem to register that in the moment. You pulled your arms down trying to release the grip Matt had on you but that only resulted in you having a gun pointed at your head.

“Back, back!”

Matt screamed his voice making the loud bells in your ears ring more, “Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!” Scott covered his wound, the pain making him wince. “Scott,” Melissa said shakily. You felt Matt bang the side of your head harder with the barrel of the gun, “I said get back, unless you want me to blow her head off,” Matt spit venomously. You heard Sheriff called from the holding cells and it caused an explosive reaction from the troubled boy.

“Everyone shut up! Shut the hell up! Now get up or I shoot her next!”

Your eyes closed instinctively, you heard the rustling of Scott’s clothes as he stood slowly. Matt forced Melissa into a cell, she stood at the bars her face covered in her running makeup from her tears. You and Scott stood off to the side, both not moving afraid to cause everyone else to get hurt. You held up Scott as best as you could, your hand also covering his gun wound putting pressure the best you could.

“Please, he needs to see a doctor,” Melissa pleaded.

“You think so?” Matt whispered back.

Sheriff yanked on the handcuff keeping him on the wall, “Hey! Hey, you listen to me!”

Scott interrupted to reassure both his mom and the Sheriff, “It’s alright, I’m okay.” Melissa could handle her son’s words as she shook her head in denial, “No, honey, you’re not okay.” Scott continued on to tell her it didn’t hurt, Melissa again denying her son’s words saying it’s the adrenaline talking, she pleaded once more with Matt to let her stop the bleeding. It only caused Matt to look at you both taunting you, “They have no idea do they?”

“Please. Just let me take a quick look at him!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Lady if you keep talking, I’m gonna put the next bullet through his head.” Melissa finally conceded and Matt order you both to the front.

Your heart raced, sweat dripping down your temple as your mind ran through every possible outcome. So far, not a single solution came to you, at least not one that allowed for most of you to get out of here alive. If only you knew of some kind of spell or chanting that could get you to call for help. Maybe a way to send a message mentally?

Every thought in your brain was cut off as Matt pushed you into Scott, nearly falling on your face had the werewolf not had caught you himself.

“The evidence is gone. Why don’t you just go?” Scott stressed to Matt.

“You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?” Your eyebrows scrunched at Matt’s reply, which only got you a look of annoyance back from him. “No, no, I want the book.”

The bestiary? Why would he need the Argent’s log of every creature?

You soon found out when Scott asked your same thought out loud and Matt lifted his shirt to show his ribs now scaly, reflecting the same sickly greenish gray that the Kanima did. You grimaced at the sight as if just the picture of it made you ill, which it practically did after everything you’ve been through this semester because of it.

You felt a grip on your arm pulling you more into a different room, Scott not far in front of you. You jolted as the cold metal of the gun Matt held to you touch your skin. Scott grimaced, leaning against the desk as he kept his palm on his bullet wound. You tugged at Matt’s grip on your forearm, “Let me try and heal him please,” you pleaded with not an ounce of venom in your words. Nothing but pure fear dripped from your lips, it was truly the first moment in your life that you felt helpless. Nothing, not Peter, not Derek, not even the death of your parents made you feel as useless as slowly watching Scott, who should be able to heal, die.

Matt tugged you away from Scott, twisting your arm as he spoke, “You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall, cause right now you’re thinking, ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’ And the sad part is you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing.”

Matt’s eyes were probably as wide as saucers, you hear the frothing that seeped from his mouth as malice flew with his words, “Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They DIE.”

You flinched at his tone, trembling as the coldness that came with fear froze every nerve in your body. You couldn’t believe you were even thinking about this but in this moment you wished Isaac was here. Not even because you thought he could protect you from everything but just because you wanted him near you. As much as he continually pissed you off, now that he was working with you guys his presence had become much more comforting.

“Is that what happened to you,” Scott had cut off your panicked thoughts with his question to Matt. “You drowned, didn’t you?”

You watched as Matt took a shaky breath, “He shouldn’t have let them drink,” he muttered. Scott gave him a confused look, “What? Who? Matt, what do you mean?”

Matt’s voice boomed making you flinch once more, “LAHEY! He shouldn’t have let them drink.”

“Who was drinking,” you asked softly. Matt scoffed stepping forward a little, “The swim team you idiots!”

“I didn’t what was happening! I didn’t know that they had just won state, and Lahey, he’s letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they’re seventeen, right?”

Your eyebrows scrunched up at Matt recounted his story, “Were you at Isaac’s?”

“He had this first edition Spider-Man, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I’m over there and I hear music. And everyone’s having a good time and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then Bennett goes in and.. and…”

“Bennett, the hunter,” Scott interrupted his monologue. Matt ignored his question, nodding his attention on the floor, his eyes blurry from the light pool of tears he was started to collect.

“And then Camden. Isaac’s jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it’s funny.”

You eyes widened in realization, the fear in your mind clearing when you connected the thoughts, “They threw you in.”

“I yelled that I can’t swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water,” Matt describes in detail, sweat dripping from his temples, “and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica’s got her hands down Sean’s board shorts. Tucker’s grabbing Kara. And I’m drowning. I’m dying, and they’re laughing. All of a sudden, I’m lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there right above me and he says…”

“You tell no one! This, this is your fault! You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! NO ONE!”

“And I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone. And I would see them at school and they wouldn’t even look at me. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, I’d gasp for breath. And my parents,” Matt spit out his story like he could taste the horrible memory, “They thought I was asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn’t know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning.”

Matt finally turned to you and Scott, as if his trance had been broken, “You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well I didn’t see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then.. Then came the Argent’s funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos and they completely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen of my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me and I just… I look at him and I… I wanna see him dead.”

There was a moment of silence from Matt and that’s when you realized you had a tear trailing down your cheek. Was it for Matt, Mr. Lahey, maybe? Even despite what each of them have done, the raw emotion coming from Matt must have triggered some type of reaction from you.

“And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology.” He began to pace as he ranted some more and you took the chance to step closer to Scott, your hand coming to clench at Scott’s now bloodied shirt. “Like… Like the furies coming down to punish Orestes.”

He gave Scott an unimpressed look upon seeing the dull expression on Scott’s face, “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?”

Matt’s face turned red as he marched up to Scott and you, waving around the pistol in his hand, “God, that’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Clenching Scott’s shirt tighter in your hand, you jumped as Matt’s gun waved right in your face. “The furies are deities of vengeance,” you whispered, your voice shaky with horror.

Matt without so much as a beat of pause, continued on “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.” Matt looked off in the distance where Jackson stood, hovering practically on top of Stiles and Derek. “Jackson is my fury.”

“When I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me. So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead.”

Matt grew this satisfied smirk on his lips as he glanced at both you and Scott, “So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture and Jackson would take their life.”

As if on cue with the end of Matt’s speech, the lights began to flicker on and off. The alarm system sounding from the malfunctioning of the lights. Matt freaked out from the sudden obstruction, “What’s that? What’s going on?”

He pointed the gone at both of you as Scott tried to assure him that you two didn’t know what was happening. A light scanned across Matt’s face and when you looked out all you saw were burly men with automatics before they began shooting into the window. Without thinking, you grabbed Scott by the back of his shirt and pulled him back out of the line of sight. Glass flung everywhere, scraping against your arms. In your haziness you barely heard the sound of a clank before the fog grenade exploded.

Scott took off with the knowledge that now you two were hidden, his hand in yours as you both ran towards the door, smoke filling your lungs. You saw the glint of Jackson’s half turned figure within the smoke and you took a chance. You flung your arm to the side casting a blast that smacked Jackson into the wall, giving you both enough time to get to Derek and Stiles. Scott went to Stiles and you to Derek only for you to be pushed away from the now almost healed man.

“Take him. Go!” The Alpha werewolf commanded, you scrambled up just behind Scott and Stiles, leaving Derek behind. Jackson recovered finally, walking after you three. You ushered the boys into the hallway of many doors, closing each one behind you to gain even just a spare second away from Jackson. It was short lived considering how rapidly the lizard boy smashed each barrier. You turned once more this time not just closing the door but sending another blast into Jackson’s chest. It sent him back just long enough for you to slam the door closed once more.

Scott set Stiles down somewhere safe, considering that he still couldn’t move, Stiles would only slow you guys down. “Don’t move,” you said dumbly. Stiles gave you a straight and unamused look, Scott sighed, “You know what she means.” Stiles head slinked down when Scott finally let go of him and you two rushed out the door, closing it quietly to hide your location within the station as best as possible.

Scott ran ahead, you only a few feet behind, when you smashed into his back from an abrupt stop. Allison was the reason for the stop, her cross bow pointing directly at Scott’s face. You figured it was from the tense situation, that is until she spoke with such venom.

“Allison,” Scott breathed in surprise.

The dark haired girl disregarded his tone, “Where’s Derek?”

You looked at her with concern, “What are you doing?” Allison did nothing to acknowledge your existence, “If you’re not going to tell me, then get out of my way.” You could feel the sadness start to radiate off the werewolf as he whispered her name once more only to get cut off, “Where is he?” Her words laced with such venom even made you shiver.

“What happened,” Scott asked once again, this time taking a step towards her. She raised her crossbow again, practically pushing it into his chest, “Scott…” Her voice hissed at him, “Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. You need to go. Just stay out of my way.”

Allison pushed passed Scott her shoulder brushing against yours. You tried to reach out to her, calling softly, “All-.”

“Back off.”

It became hard to breathe for a moment as you watched one of your best friends brush you off so coldly, so callously, as if you didn’t even matter to her.

Reality was brought back to you as Scott gripped your forearm gently, leading you through the still foggy police station. You could hear Sheriff yelling as he tried to most likely free himself, with the frighten encouragement of Melissa. Shortly after you hear the terrified shriek of your only mother figure. Scott and you made eye contact before rushing faster through the halls. You found the Kanima hanging along the bars of Melissa’s cell and Derek on the ground. Scott unleashed his claw, piercing the scaly flesh, grabbing ahold of Jackson’s lizard form and threw him on the ground.

Melissa made relief gasps as she saw that you and Scott were okay, “Scott…” She breathed for a second, “Oh, god Scott are you okay,” she cried through her worried tears.

You stood just in front of Scott as the Kanima stood once more, lunging at you. Without a second thought, you felt your eyes flash, your left hand raising to smack the Kanima’s scaly forehead. Your magical glow ringed out in a ripple effect, making the creature stumble from the force of your power. With the extra bit of time, you placed your right hand of his chest and blasted him back. The loud boom from your power echoed in the holding cell room. It gave just enough time for Derek to recover as he snarled, jumping the desk and chasing after the escaping lizard monster.

While your abilities may have saved you and Scott from the scaly claws of paralysis, it did nothing to aid you in the fear in Melissa’s voice. “Scott? Y/N?” She called clearly terrified and exhausted. Your eyes hadn’t stopped glowing from the amped up power you just displayed but it wasn’t like that was the only thing that gave you away. You slowly turned, flinching as Scott rose and you witnessed Melissa’s scared expression. She backed away into the shadows of her cell, as if to try and disappear from the monsters that were her kids.

Monsters.

Huh?

You had never truly felt any different to how you were before until you saw the look on Melissa’s face, the only mother you’ve known since you were just a little kid and she looks at you like you had just crawled out of the depths of hell.

Scott looked at Melissa like a frightened puppy but eventually left, running off to catch up with Jackson and Derek you had assumed. You on the hand stayed frozen staring at the woman with a longing for comfort. You didn’t get it as she continued to shake her head and whisper a cry of, “No!” A tear whisked its way down your face as you stepped closer to the bars, your hands wrapping around the rusted metal. Melissa quickly turned, holding herself as if to hide from you.

“Mom, please,” you whimpered, your eyes cloudy from tears. When you got no response in return, you did the same as your best friend, turned and ran away.

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a/n: …um was that good for a sad ending? idk lol i guess let me know. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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danyvhell-writes · 1 year ago

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vere hcs? preferably for a sub reader but it's fine either way!! thx a lot :P

General Vere headcanons (Touchstarved)

GN reader - no warnings | Thanks for the ask <333 Took me more time than I planned but here it is ! (Sorry for the wait lil anon, I was quite busy this month :') Writing about him was so fun, he's just so malicious and silly ?? Hope you'll like it hehe >:)

• Anything becomes a reason to tease you ! A little smile you gave him ? A blush ? Stammering even just a bit ? He will tease you to death if he can.

• He sees everything. Think you can hide something from him ? Ah, how naive of you. If something bothers you he will know, don't try to put on a mask. "Oh someone seems upset hm..." "No I'm not !" "I just said someone, why do you think you were targeted MC ? Care to explain yourself ?" he says with his devious little smile. You don't even need to speak, he reads you like an open book :').

• Not one to talk about his feelings openly but definitely makes you know when he appreciates your company ! It might be by taking you to private operas, going to fancy teahouse, gifting you little paintings he did, inviting you for shopping and more...

• Want to know how he truly feels ? Pay attention to his ears. They tell a lot more than he does, depending on how they twitch, their angle and much more... reading him becomes way easier.

• Would 100% write you letters. Casual letters where he just writes about his life, spicy letters where he describes in various ways how he would devour you... Whenever he needs to express something, he writes to you and doesn't even expect an answer ! You'll open your enveloppe and see "I can't believe Vanessa, this absolute rotten bitch, stole my silver ring ! Can you believe it MC ? I should rip her finger off with the ring and keep it so she remembers her wrong..."

• If he can get any reaction from you, it's a win. Loves to see how you'll respond to his flirty proposition, especially if you get flustered 👀

• You know this type of people who hit furnitures/stuff when they laugh ? Well Vere does it but with his tail, tell a funny joke and you can be sure you'll get hit (gently...or not) with it !

• Would be thrilled to analyze your sketchbook if you're an artist. Trying to hide it from him ? Not an option, you will show him everything ! I just know he'll sneak it to look through every pages, taking notes of striking elements and how your artstyle translates with different techniques.

→ Drawing sessions with him omg ! At first he'd joke about needing a live model and why not try nude modeling but at the end you guys end up super concentrated in your respective art piece. Definitely wouldn't mind becoming your muse tho...

↑ Adding into this but, he'd leave little notes and cute doodles when you're not looking. You just open your sketchbook and see next to your recent stuff "The lines are timid I know you can do better ;)"or "I was there..." or even "Draw me next time ! I'll be the best piece."

• The both of you together can easily become absolute menace to society. The cheer chaos you can cause is too much for this city ! If Kuras ever finds out about your malicious plans, he'll be disappointed.

• Will let you brush his hair and tail if you're good enough. "Mess with my hair and you know what awaits you !" Please convince him to try new hairstyles, make him even prettier than he already is >:)

• As much as he is an expensive fox, he'll enjoy homemade gifts. He won't show it too much but he keeps everything you've made for him at his place. Bonus point if it's decorative pieces ! (The thought of you taking time to put effort into something for him makes him smile more than he can admit).

• This man likes to cook so don't hesitate giving him recipes you like. Not sure he'll succeed preparing them but the effort is always well put ! If you're good in a kitchen, he'll find an excuse to cook/bake with you.

• Enjoys showing you around the city, especially secret places. He doesn't just share his secret spots with anyone so you can feel privileged !

→ Talking about spots he likes, he will take you to his favourite restaurants. You'd expect fancy, luxurious place but no ! Most of them are little family business owned by the same people since decades. The food is straight up heavenly and you let him know. "I've been around this city long enough to know the best places ! You shouldn't be surprised."

• Grows really protective of you. Of course he knows you can defend yourself, but if anyone dares to hurt you, they'll have to face lethal consequences. Anyone threatening you "Do you want me to break their kneecaps ? I can also hit their sciatic nerve if you wish ! Or maybe-" "Vere no."

• If you enjoy some good gossip, you're gonna be fed just right with this guy ! We know he knows everything, he's the ears of the city. Juicy drama to shocking revelation, he's got every type of story in stock ! All you gotta do is ask and the conversation will last for hours.

• If you're in his presence, forget about personal space. Your space is his now ! His body will always be in contact with yours, even if it's not noticeable at first.

• Makeover ? Yes. You will be his personal doll. If he has to test outfits, color combinations or other stuff you'll be his subject ! He'll try a lot of different clothes on you until you look like the hottest person alive (after him). Dressing you up is one of his favourite activities and of course you guys would wear matching outfits. You two are just ✨fashion✨.

• Don't know why but I feel like he would love playing board/card games, especially if they involve money ! Think you can win against him ? Nope no chance, bluffing is too easy for him and he's an absolute beast (pun intended). Just picture him playing 'loup-garou' (The werewolves of miller's hollow in english I think ? My french ass can't remember), I know he'd kill it !

• Has a very distinctive laugh. You could hear him from miles away and recognize him instantly ! Also it's kinda infectious, if he starts bursting out laughing, you'll easily follow into it.

• This man growls. Like literally. It doesn't happen a lot but whenever he does it always surprises you.

• This is him :

#touchstarved game #vere #touchstarved vere #touchstarved #vere x reader #gn reader #vere touchstarved #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved demo #red spring studios #asks #answered asks #this fox sure is foxy...#I want to engage in complete chaos with him like fr #evil fox evil #my hcs

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vlassk · 1 month ago

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Keeper

A/N - heyo this is just a short smut fic with little to no plot...

After learning of Stanleys past with Ford y/n decides she wont be getting close with the twin. But finds it difficult as Ford is just so damn cute

Warning: age gap, angst, 18+ NSFW Swearing. Pervy Ford. Dommy reader hehe.(lmk if i missed any) not proof read as i no no wanna

Stanley and the kids had left for a road trip. Soos following as well. You stayed behind with Ford. I'm trying your best to figure out how to stop the bill. Reading old books and you getting the courage to talk to the ghosts. They never could talk usually.

You sigh, laying in the grass around the house. There was a clear patch in the wood.

Your notebook opened on a random page, the sun hitting you. You hear a small laugh. You quickly lean up, looking around. You glimpse at a yellow figure floating by. Youu switch to a position easier to run. You see the figure appear. Looking straight at you. The one-eyed creature you knew to stay away from.

"Look at this loner. Loner girlll, " the creature laughs about to float away.

"Excuse me?" You look towards Him. Bill slowly turns to you. All this time, you never acknowledged him. Even with Dipper, you knew he wasn't Dipper, but you never called it out. At least not Bill Directly.

"I am no loner"

"You can... you can see me?"

"Uh duh, how do you think im talking to you? Gosh, you really are just as annoying as the others say..." You sigh, sitting back down. The being looked shocked. His eyes streched. He wonders how. He wasn't showing himself to you. He never appeared in your dreams, and you never summoned him.

"You can leave," you sigh, picking up your journal and placing it on yourself as you lay back down. Bill floats closer to you.

"How can you even see me? You're nothing but a lonesome human laying out here."

"I can see you, i can see that guy, oh, and that thing..." You point to the creatures watching you from a distance. The spirits leave you alone most of the time, but the ghosts like to watch. Bill looks around getting an idea,'maybe she can make me her muse... let me into this place. Use the portal'

"I'm Bill Cypher -"

"Yeah, i know.. and i know once i go back into that building, you're all gone.." You sigh, picking up your book and sitting up again.

"I will never see you as anything but a sad, lonely being of power... please leave me"

" You dont know anything. You're useless and nothing. Why did i think you could ever be useful to me? When i rule this world, you will begged for my mercy. "

You watch as Bill floats off. His eye was sharp and angered.

"I'll tell stanford you say hi then," you smirk. The demon flying towards you. Inches away as he tries to grab at your throat. He watches as his hands go through your body. He watches you smirk

"We'll meet again.." Bill floats away. As you lose focus of him, you see Ford walking towards you

"Who were you taking to?"

"What?"

"You were talking to something. I saw your mouth move but not the words. " Ford sits next to you, putting his books down next to yours. You place a hand on his thigh. He tenses up.

"Your ex Bill"

"Excuse me, what?!" Ford jumps standing back from you

"Dont worry, i scared him of -"

"Let me see your eyes..."

"What? Ford cmon"

"Let.me. see. your .eyes."

You groan, scooting towards the man and shoving your face near his. So close, you can feel his slightly heavy breathing. You open your eyes wide. Shaking your head aggressively. Ford grabs your head, almost grabbing your neck to hold you still. Looking deep into your eyes. Your face burns a bright red. You look away with your eyes avoiding his. He notices a little too late at the awkward position you're in again. He lets you go an apology leaving his mouth.

"You better be sorry. Not trusting me after going on about trust the other day. "

"I just didn't expect you to see him,"

"Yeah, well, i can, i haven't seen him since Dipper, though. But i know he's no good."

"I'm sorry y/n for looks down at his lap. One leg was resting up as the other was relaxing.

"Also quit grabbing me the way you do, how would you like if i just did this to you constantly " with the end of your sentence you get up again, grabbing Ford the way he had grabbed you. Your grip tight as you held him. His heart raced. Blood flowing to below his belt and his face. The red that was once on you now on him, he so desperately wanted to pull you in for a kiss, do more than that even. You wanted that to. He quickly pushes you away, turning to the opposite side to hide himself.

" See, you wouldn't like it -"

"Shut up!" He yells, still shielding himself. You say a confused 'what'

"Why, why do you do this to me? It's wrong!"

"Do what? You do that to me all the time!"

"You do more. I can't, you're right we cant this is wrong. you're so young and nieve. God fuck if Stanley knew hed murder me" he turns to look at you his book conveniently placed over him.

"Stop acting like i know nothing, Ford. I'm still old enough. I've still graduated, at the top of my class, ran a business on my own and survived all this weird ass shit okay! God, you're so pathetic. You can't even take what you want after all these years alone. " You get angry, getting up to storm off when Ford grabs you and pulls you down. You begin to fall, and as you're stabilizing yourself, you land onto him. You both sit up. You cradled his body and him beneath you. You feel a slight pressure beneath you,

"You think I'm pathetic?" You look at you, slight sadness across his still red face. He begins to look away. You only get mad. You grab his face again, making Him look at you this time. There was a second of silence before you closed the gap between you both and kissed him. His eyes close and roll back into his head. As your grip tightens, Ford lets out a small groan. You stop, making sure he's okay. As you pull back, his face is in pure bliss. His arms supported himself. You watch, and he recovered. You let go of his throat.

"Fuck... im sorry y/n, fuck I'm so sorry this is wron-" you cut Ford off as you pull him in for another kiss. He groans again almost like he gets lost in you everytime. Your hands roam his body feeling all his muscles. Your hands run through his hair. Pulling slightly, he lets out another groan. You only feel him get harder underneath you. Slowly you move your hips against him, he moans in your mouth and shivers, enough to make him stop and pull away. Your breaths heavy as your feel the heat rise.

You get up quickly, grabbing your things and shoving them in fords arms

"Y/n wait"

"Hurry your ass up, Stanford." You spat a little bit more harsh than you wanted. You help the man up and drag him into the house. "What are you doing?"He tries to ask as you grab the books again and slam them on the couch. You quickly pull the man upstairs to your room. He finally understands, and once the door is shut, he pins you against it and kisses you once more. His hands are still stiff, you grab one hand and place his on your waist. The other right over your chest. "Fuck this is so wrong" ford says between kisses. You quickly shove the man onto your bad, going to straddle him

"But it feels so right, after all this time finally i get to do what i want with you," you whisper in his ear. Ford quickly pushes you. Grabbing the back of your neck to look at your eyes in an angered panic.

"Bill?" At this, you slap Ford, making him let go. His length is getting harder.

"Damn it ford no! Not Bill!" You get up to dig through some drawers. "I'm im sorry. It's just 'aftet all this time'" ford questions watching as you look through your things frantically.

"Yes Stanford fucking finally. After all this long. God, almost since day one, I've been wanting you, damn Ford. " You finally find what you were looking for. As you turn to see Ford, you notice how absolutely red he is. You pause for a moment. "What..." You look at him confused. Going behind him on the bed.

"It's just that...i really never knew. I knew you probably had like a kitty crush but, not like how i wanted you.." Ford doesn't notice what you're doing. You lean over and whisper in his ear. "Oh... and how do you want me?" You laugh and get off the bed walking in front of him. Ford tries to talk. Trying to bring his arms up, he notices he can't. He turns around, seeing his hands in cuffs. He looks back at you to see you smirking.

"No more grabbing my face when you think im possessed, okay..." You smile, leaning closer to Ford. Leaving small kisses on his neck

"This isnt fair!" Ford tries to close his legs for some friction.

"Calm down, I'll let you go after." You push up his sweater, making him lay back onto your bed. Ford is only more turned on his head resting on a pillow so he can look at you. Slowly unbutton his pants. Ford hasnt been active with many people, maybe one person, but it's been so long he doesn't remember. It was prepportal. His ego and confidence carried him when it came to you.

You sink onto your knees in front of Ford. He slightly leans up to watch. You unbuckle his belt and pants, slowly pulling them down. You look at his length, amazed at what he was hiding.

"Dont just stare..." Ford rolls his head back. Face red. You smile and slowly take him in your mouth. Watching as he falls in the bed, trying to break away from the cuffs. You continue, he moans out, thrusting his hips up into your mouth. "Y/n, please... let me loose please" he begs as you keep going. Saying No while, he's still in your mouth, sending chills up his spine. "P-please, fuck I'm going to cum.." you feel him switch as he pull off of him. He groans in frustration as you watch him. Wiping off your lips. His face flustered, sweat making him glisten. His length leaking with pre-cum as he pants trying to catch his breath. You take a sip of water from your night stand. Moving to straddle Ford.

"Do you want me?" You pull him by his collar, making him sit up."Yes," he leans down head on your shoulder. You pull his hair, making him look at you

"Sorry, what did you say?" He looks at you stunned. How this younger woman could make him feel this way, so weak.

"Yes," he says, looking you in the eyes. He feels his hands being freed. Hesitantly, grabbing your hips. You laugh on the spot. Ford chucked as well.

"After all that, you're still so gentle.."

"Well... this is sorta my first time in a while.."he lets his thumb trace triangles around your hips. You look at him in shock. Pausing and slowly getting up

"Whats wrong?.." You sigh, going over to your small table and lighting one of your candles.

"I should have asked. I was so rough with you..." You sigh, sitting in a chair. Your face in your hands. Ford quickly gets up. Covering himself and bending down in front of you.

"Y/n, i didn't tell you because there's nothing to tell. I liked it when you took control. Jeez, I've been taking control sense before i was pushed into the portal. " he brings your head up.

" y/n im fine. Please continue.. and do your worst.." Ford leans in to kiss you. Standing you up. He pulls you closer, grabbing your hand and placing on his length. You feel how hard he is. He smirks. I'm going to kiss your neck to your ear. "See...i liked it," he moans over you as you start to stroke him softly. You push him softly onto the bed. He was watching as he took off his sweater. He helps you take off your clothes as well. He holds you tight, lifting you up onto him. Slowly, you lower yourself. His grip tightens. You moan. Picking up pace. Every so often, you'll grab at Ford throat or hair. His glasses fogged up. He pushes himself into you, going faster. You both finish soon after. Collapsing onto the bed. Ford holds onto you.

"See. That was perfect.." You laugh again, rolling onto your side to feel the cool air.

"Ohhhh, what did i just do?" Ford raises one hand, placing it on his head. You place a hand on his chest. "Stanley is going to kill me," Ford panics, sitting up. I'm going to grab his clothes.

"Ford..ive known stanley for a while. He loves you and would want you to be happy. Just like me. Let's just see how this plays out. Then we can tell him..lets just wait till after we defeat Bill"

Ford lays back down. Handing you your underwear as you get semi dressed.

"So you can see Bill,"

"Sometimes if there's a thin spot in our dimentions. They shift in and out, one place to another." You stretch out.

"What did he say"

"He tried to be friends... we know how that ends..." You sigh, playing with your hair.

"Ya know, when Dipper was possessed, i could see his body float around. Chasing after bill on the stage. Those damn kids are strong...i couldnt tell them the truth id look crazy..."

Ford, for once, just listened to you ramble about all the things you see. All the people who died in normal ways, horrible ways... at some point, you both get up to work only to get distracted as you continue to tell Ford about your life. Laughing at dumb stories, waiting for Stanley and the kids to get home.

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willowsnook · 1 year ago

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I think I'm not sorry for another Bucky one hehe ☺️ Maybe, where you’re kinda their technician and support the Avengers out of the IT section of the compound when they are on the field. But Bucky also thinks you should learn how to self-defense yourself just in case, but you always refuse. One time you finally give in and he starts training private with you, which one time leads you falling and landing on top of him. instead of getting up, he pulls you closer and kisses you and even carries you to his room to make sweet love. Afterwards he’s a huge cuddler and you both confess your feelings ? I LOVE YOU 😊

Bucky x reader (Self-defense)

When you graduated with a degree in computer science five years ago, you never thought you'd end up in a job working with the Avengers. You led the IT Support team on the compound and spent most of your time managing your team and stepping in to troubleshoot when they couldn't figure something out. That's how you ended up getting to know Sergeant James Barnes pretty well. Due to his new arm from Wakanda, most of your techs hadn't worked with that kind of technology before so you were always called in. That's where you found yourself today.

"Keep it still," you reminded Bucky for the millionth time as your brows furrowed. He rolled his eyes.

"I am," he snapped. You looked up at him with a glare.

"Watch your attitude or you can deal with this yourself," you replied and he gave you his best puppy dog eyes that you wish didn't work. You sighed before adjusting one last thing.

"Okay, I think it should be good now." He flexed his arm and moved it in a large circle.

"Perfect," he said giving you a smile before ruffling your hair. "You always know how to fix me up doll." You swiped at his hand in your hair.

"Yeah yeah," you muttered. The two of you walked out of the room and down the hall back towards your office.

"You know they are hosting a self defense class tonight for free here," Bucky said giving you a sideways look.

"That's cool, are you going?" You asked causing him to roll his eyes. He stopped walking and grabbed your arm causing you to stop and look at him.

"I think you should go," he went on. Bucky had been trying to get you to take a self defense class for what felt like ages but you weren't interested.

"I think I'm good," you said and he huffed.

"What if you get attacked? Who will fix my arm then?" He questioned.

"I think you'll be just fine," you replied, beginning to walk again. "Now if you'll excuse me I have real work to do." You walked in your office closing the door behind you.

As the day dragged on you kept thinking about the self-defense class. You hadn't told anyone, but there had been this guy harassing you outside your apartment building every time you got home. He hadn't done anything physical but what if it escalated? You decided that maybe you would give this one class a try. When the workday ended you changed into a black sports bra with matching black high-rise leggings. You ran into Bucky on the way to the auditorium and his eyes raked up and down your body.

"What are you up to?" He asked, a little rasp in his voice as he forced his eyes to meet yours.

"I figured I'd take your advice on the self-defense class," you said and he brightened.

"Finally, I'll go with you," he said. The two of you took seats in the back row of the auditorium and Bucky looked around with a scowl on his face.

"What?" You asked.

"I just don't understand how they are going to have room to lead the class in here," he said and you shrugged. A couple of minutes later a large man took the stage to introduce himself.

"Today we aren't going to be doing any hand to hand self defense training," he said. "We'll watch a short video and talk through de-escalating situations so it doesn't get physical."

You nodded along but felt Bucky stand up. You looked at him questioningly but he pulled you up with him and led you out.

"You wanted me to go," you complained. "Where are we going?"

"To the gym, consider this a new one-on-one training session," he said.

For an hour Bucky led you through different forms of attacks and defenses. By the end you felt like you were sweating buckets.

"Are we done yet?" You whined, fanning yourself.

"Let's just do one last mock attack," he said. He looked like he was barely elevating his heart rate which made you annoyed.

You got in your position and waited for him to attack. He came at you quick but you sidestepped and tried to elbow his back which he blocked. You went back and forth like this for a while before you swung out your leg surprising him. He tried to step back but lost his balance, grabbing you on the way down. You blushed as you felt his hands on your waist while you were laying on top of him. He looked up at you with a weird look and you were confused.

"I think you can let me up now Buck," you said trying to move but all you did was shift your hips causing him to tighten his grip and let out a sharp breath. Your face was burning as you could feel him harden underneath you. One of his hands came up to the side of your face stroking your cheek.

"Bucky..." you said whisperingly. His eyes moved down to your lips and he leaned up meeting you. His lips were soft and you moved your hand to grasp his hair pulling his face into you. As he deepened the kiss you could feel heat start to pool between your legs and shifted on him again causing him to groan into your mouth. He pulled away and you caught your breath.

"I want you to come upstairs with me," he said. "But if you don't want to it's okay."

"I want to," you said softly and he gave you a soft smile. You climbed off of him and he got to his feet before dragging you out of the gym. A short walk later you made it to the residential area of the Compound and he was opening the door to his room. It was a palette of gray and impressively tidy. You sat on his king-sized bed while he locked the door and turned to you.

"I've thought about fucking you for a very long time but I'm not going to do that," he said and you felt a wave of disappointment crash over you. "No, our first time is going to be slow and sweet." He put his hands under your arms and pulled you up to where your head was now resting on one of his pillows. He grabbed the bottom of your bra and pulled it over your head before licking a stripe up between your breasts. Your breath hitched and he brought his lips up to yours. As he assaulted your mouth you felt his hand travel to the seam of your pants and then under them. You gasped when you felt his finger touch your clit over your panties and he used that moment to drive his tongue further in your mouth. Eventually, his fingers made it to your bare skin and he started pumping in and out making you press up against him. He held his thumb over your clit as his middle finger kept going and you felt yourself get close to coming undone.

"Bucky, I'm going to cum.." you moaned out against his lips and he brought his lips to your neck nipping at you. That sent you over the edge and your body tensed up before shuddering. He pushed off of you and pulled his shirt over his head. You admired his very nice body as he pulled down his shorts. His cock flipped up, hitting his stomach and your eyes widened. He saw your panic and smirked.

"I'll go slow, I promise," he said and you nodded. After your pants were off, he bent your legs so they were pushed on both sides of your chest. He teased your entrance with the head of his cock and you whimpered. As he pushed in you felt a fiery pain that made you gasp.

"It's okay doll," he groaned out as he pushed further in. The pain turned into something else and you found yourself moaning out. Bucky brought his hands on either side of you and his head was a couple of inches away from yours. He slowly started thrusting in and out and you could tell he was trying to hold back.

"Faster Bucky please," you whined and he brought his mouth to your neck, sucking on the skin before he started to slam into you. You cried out as he relentlessly pounded you into the bed and dug your nails into his arm. He pulled his body up and had your legs on top of your shoulders. This new position caused him to go deeper and get closer to hitting your cervix causing you to whimper.

"I'm close doll, just a little longer," he panted out and brought his thumb down to circle your clit. This made it feel more manageable and you felt your own orgasm building. As you were both about to cum he turned into an animal on you and you felt yourself black out as your orgasm crashed over you. You opened your eyes back up to see him pull out before collapsing next to you. After a couple of minutes, he pulled you up towards the bathroom and you both cleaned up a little. Bucky noticed you holding your arms and shivering and pulled out a long-sleeved shirt from one of his drawers. You slipped it over your head before climbing back in his bead. You felt the bed dip as he joined you, wrapping his arms around you to where your back was against your chest.

"Did that live up to your fantasies,?" you asked teasingly and he buried his head into your long hair.

"It was everything I dreamed of," he replied and your heart swelled. "Next time will be even better."

"Next time? What makes you think there's a next time?" You asked turning around to look at him and he smirked.

"Oh there definitely will be," he said pulling you in for a kiss. "I like you. a lot y/n. I have for a while." You sighed dramatically.

"I knew you were faking some of your tech issues with your arm," you said and he laughed. "I like you too Bucky."

You snuggled up into him before falling fast asleep.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel imagine

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 4 months ago

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Hakuoki Drama CD - Hijikata Biyori Track 30 Eng translation

I know I'm late (again...), but yeah, Warframe. Hehehe. I'm a gamer, alright? Anyway, I'm going to work on the translations for the next two weeks now though I'm not entirely sure if I'll be answering messages during the time I'm away (July 10-17).

Oh well!

Hakuoki Hijikata Biyori Track 30: Gathering/Meeting

Translation by KumoriYami

Harada: Hey, hey, no one's coming. There can't be a meeting like this.

Sannan: Indeed. It's not going to be a meeting with the three of us.

Hijikata: Recently, those Satsuma and Choshu guys have been doing some strange things. Many of the guys are patrolling the border or escorting important people. It's really difficult to get everyone together now.

Harada: Yeah, that's true. Lately, no one even shows up to eat/for our meals/for dinner.

Hijikata: Actually, it's fine if it's just when eating/our meals/dinner where we don't get together, but these occasional meetings… Harada: Hey hey, Hijikata-san. What doyou mean to say by just eating? It's a big deal for comrades/friends living under the same roof to get together to eat.

Hijikata: It can't be helped if we're busy with work.

Harada: Eating isn't the same thing as working. Right, Sannan-san. Ah, but in any case, Sannan-san and Hijikata-san are of/share the same opinion.

Sannan: It can't be helped when it's busy. It's a reasonable opinion.

Harada: As expected…you two are really heartless. If Kondou-san were here, he would definitely agree with me.

Sannan: Well, we'll see. Kondou-san isn't here today. It ppears that he will not be/come back for dinner either.

Harada: Ah, what, seriously.

Hijikata; It's not like something won't happen if we don't eat together. We've eaten out from the same pot so many times. I think everyone understands each other's feelings/minds.

Harada: Well, that's true, but… What I'm trying to say is…

Sannan: ut… you're right. If things stay like this, we might all never get together for a meal again.

Hijikta/Harada: Ha?

Sannan: When was the last time we all got together to eat? That time might be the last time.

Harada: Hey, Sannan-san... saying that/that's a bit…

Sannan: Ah, it's fine. I was just mentioning a possibility. Is it find to cancel today's meeting? If that's possible, I hvae something to do, so I'll excuse myself first.

Harada: When he puts it like that...

Hijikata: Yeah. Yeah. But there's nothing we can do about it now. Harada: No, that's why...

Hijikata: Harada, I'm not saying that I like that this can't be helped.

Harada: I get it. (sighs)

(dinner time)

Harada: C'mon, let's eat/it's time to eat! Although I'm sorry to the people who working, I'm going to et well… That being said, it's not really fun to eat in such a quiet place. Oh? What's that? It's really noisy outside.

(opens sliding door)

Oh, what's wrong? Heisuke. Didn't you say that you couldn't come back today? Huh? Relieved from escorting? Then are the other guys coming back to?.... Really/ I see. Hey, what's going on. I was just thinking about eating your side dishes.

Hijikata: Souji, what happened? How could I believe that stupid excuse wsa used to dismiss the escord… The Shogunate's people will now be taking care of the escort? Heh, how did that happen… Ah, so that's how it is…

Harada: Hehe, let's eat then. Ah, Shinpcahi. That's not your food. You don't have to panic, the food won't run out/away. Come on, learn from Saito. Hijikta: Sannan-san, it's not like you to do something like this, is it?

Sannan: What are you talking about? I was just doing my job.

Hijikata: Fu, is that so. In front of you, I can no longer say that it can't be helped.

---end---

if there's an "a" missing somewhere, that's on account of me not catching that error since my keyboard decided to not work properly..

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama translation #hakuoki drama cd #hijikata biyori #hijikata toshizo #harada sanosuke #sannan keisuke #sanan keisuke

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seelestia · 2 years ago

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out of all the versions of scara we've seen in the game which one is your;

Favorite?

The one you actually want to meet and talk to (if given the chance)?

Best lover/partner material?

The one you most likely would get along with?

The one you most likely would want to show our world and all the shit we have goin for us?

Your pick for the best version of Scara (You can't not choose >:P).

You can choose only (The Abandoned Puppet, Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, Scaramouche, Wanderer) i know that logically, the aboandoned puppet and kunikuzushi could be the same, but since I headcanon that he was just named as the puppet for his first "version" and later on took the moniker "Kunikuzushi", known as the wandering kid with no purpose. So take that as you will, or just change up the choices cuz who am i to stop u lmao :P - Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae (aka your random moot that just quizzes u whenever she's bored lol)

the way you asked this question to me out of boredom, knowing that i'm a wanderer kisser who stays up at night thinking about his lore 24/7.

***NOTE: some major spoilers for wanderer's backstory under the cut! i eat up his lore like it's chicken stew, is this healthy. (/lh)

Favorite?

i'm sorry, but it is necessary that i give it up to wanderer. i think it's mainly because he is technically the 'end product' (or the matured version) of all the painful journeys he trod and that makes me really attached to him <3

The one you actually want to meet and talk to (if given the chance)?

kabukimono, my precious :'( as someone who harbored good will towards humans (at that time <//3), i bet he has lots of questions abt the way they (or, we, in that matter hehe) live. iirc, it is canon that he was taught simple and ordinary tasks by the people of tatarasuna like how to comb his hair, hold a cutlery, cook meals, forge, etc. — AND THAT'S SO CUTE TO ME?? i sure don't know how to forge but heck yeah, i'll teach you abt other silly things we do!! (silly devious giggles /j)

Best lover/partner material?

listen, wanderer and kabukimono. because these two are the most likely to be more open to the thought of forming a connection with someone else. kabukimono is more out of curiosity; what does love feel like? is love for an object the same as love for someone else? what is love? whilst wanderer is more of tolerance; he acknowledges its value, but he doesn't actively try to pursue it... unless he finds someone he really, really comes to trust over a period of time (someone worthy of him and someone he is worthy of).

so, yeah, i chose them because kunikuzushi and scaramouche both have mindsets that make them very or even too hateful towards any type of intimacy at the time <//3

The one you would most likely get along with?

kabukimono for sure!! i have a soft spot for gentle, unknowing people with curiosity. it's probs why i used to have a habit of adopting new students and checking up on them from time to time in my class irl 😭 i mostly get along best with people who can do sassy banter with me, but i can deffo get along with someone like kabukimono too <3

The one you most likely would want to show our world?

scaramouche. just purely because this little guy would frown so hard in disgust at us LMAOOOO "so, supposedly, the technology your world has is meant to make tasks easier for the people. looks like an excuse for you idiots to waste time to me. ...what even is this 'phone' thing, anyway?" he says all that, but he's definitely interested in how everything around here actually works.

Best version?

...personally, wanderer. i've talked about him enough and you don't want me to elaborate more than i already did 🥸 (/j) but i do think all his version are great in their own ways tho because each of them contributes smth to his story. he wouldn't be the person he is now if it weren't for what each of them went through, after all.

P/S...

oh, jae, about the last part.... are you sure you think that's a headcanon because that's actually right— AYO?? this is like a basic summary of the timeline for the names leading up to wanderer.

500 years ago, upon his creation, ei didn't give him a name and he was a nameless puppet. when the people of tatarasuna found him, they called him kabukimono but that was more of a term than a name — the people there did ask if he wanted a name but at the time, he was content with just being called kabukimono (because the name held precious memories for him) until the 'second betrayal' caused him to abandon that name altogether.

kunikuzushi was the first 'actual' name he chose for himself some time during or before the case of the eccentric. 100 years ago, he slaughtered the raiden gokaden (chosen clans that raiden shogun was passing down her martial arts teachings to) to seek revenge against the "bladesmiths" (his second betrayal) except for one person who was spared after scaramouche found out about said person's connection to the surname, "niwa" (the same one as his friend from the tatarasuna). "tell her this. my name is kunikuzushi," was his last words to the sole survivor laying amongst bodies of corpses before he disappeared. (more info: iirc, he was already a part of the fatui when this occured. so, scaramouche was already one of his monikers but he didn't consider it as his 'true' name.)

also, kunikuzushi means 'country destroyer' in japanese and also happens to be the name of a villain character in japanese popular drama who usurps countries. i assumed that he picked this name when the case of the eccentric happened since he did cause a minor disturbance/loss to the inner workings of inazuma through that case. we can see this reflected in today's in-game history because only the amenoma art and isshin art (2/5 clans of the raiden gokaden) still alive after that event.

ANYWAY YEAH. YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR IT BUT IT AWAKENED SMTH IN ME!! sorry for rambling, but i needed to let it out 🫣 (/lh)

#the way i doubled over when i saw the questions.#MY TIME AS A WANDERER KISSER HAS COME TO SHINE!!#jk jk here ya go hehe #i'm personally kinda curious abt jae's own personal answers to these questions tho >:3c #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest jae! 👹✨#cw: lore spoilers

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kiwifruit2240 · 2 years ago

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Something I did based on a ship I did with a friend. CH of course. The ship is UN x NATO which was definitely interesting. I have 5 entries. 4 from NATO and 1 from UN. I'll post them all here and then do 1 entry daily

Entry 1: Meeting

Date: April 20th

Dear diary, today was long and grueling. Today my roommate decided it would be a genius idea to have sex. Which normally would be fine if it weren't for the fact that I was studying for my first test of my last year in college. They were loud, and caused such a ruckus that eventually I gave up and went into work early. Though, it wasn't all bad. I came in early so I got a little extra pay. And I got to meet this really nice customer. I don't like to call people hot. Especially strangers I barely even knew. That's something my family would do, and it always bothered me. Nonetheless this guy was handsome. Maybe it was love at first sight? At least for me. He came in and ordered a black coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. Even better he called me darling, which I'm told he does to everyone. He seems to be a popular figure amongst the women I work with. I'm pretty sure I overheard them gossiping about him on their breaks. Unfortunately he left before my break, and I couldn't help but look at his ass as he walked out. Of course as he did, I was taking a customer's order and well... I may have lost track of what he wanted. I hope I'll see him again tomorrow. Maybe I should start reconsidering my sexuality. For now though, all I can do is ask for the morning shifts and- DAMNIT my roommate is at it again, I'll be back tomorrow

Entry 2: Feelings

Date: April 29th

Dear Diary. He returned to the café again. The hot guy you know him. Oh wait- this isn't a letter to anybody... Whatever. Anyways, the hot guy who I definitely don't have feelings for. He remembered my name too! He walked in and called me darling and by my name. He winked at me. Argh! I can't believe I'm falling in love with this guy. He is so big and intimidating but his voice is so soft and comfy. He has such a good looking outfit! Every day he comes in with the same stupid rolled up sleeves on his grey dress shirt. Blood red tie, and fancy black wingtips that click on the ground and make him all the more handsome. My co-workers are starting to take note as well, though I keep telling them I am straight. But that doesn't really matter. I think he is handsome! And straight guys can definitely think other guys are handsome. Except this guy is different. Something about the way he makes me feel. The way he says darling. The way he just sits in his corner, talking to customers. Something about his voice makes me feel all tingly inside. All warm and fuzzy, like all I want is to pass out and fall into his arms. Stupid handsome guy. I caught another glimpse of his ass. If his pants get any tighter I might just follow him right then and there. I wish the women would stop lying about him. Saying things like "I've been on a date with him" and "I've seen his dick" I know they're lying because I know him. Or well, I think I know him. I don't think he would date those men. Oh dear what if...

Entry 3: Interest

Date: June 8th

Dear diary. I talked to him!! It was incredible even if just for a moment. It was in a pride parade! I was gonna skip out, but then I decided I should attend it and it was amazing. At first the parade went as normal. People cheering and loving eachother. But then I noticed someone walking behind me. Turns out it was that really hot guy. I can't believe I had an actual conversation with him! It was short but it went like this

Him: "Oh, excuse me darling(hehe I love it when he calls me that. Even if he calls everyone that) are you alright? I didn't mean to bump into you, the crowd has grown quite big"

Me: hm? Oh no wo-(I realized who it was and almost squeaked) oh you're that guy who comes in at the same time every day! What are you doing at a pride parade

Him:"oh just supporting those who believe they should be themselves. I think everyone has a right to express themselves fully. Woman, man, or other

Me: oh. Haha I'm just here to support people like my brother. Not that I'm gay myself or anything haha

Okay so I may have lied to him, but there's no way I was gonna tell him I was bi! What if he finds out I have a massive burning crush for him?! Then he'll think I'm weird and probably stop coming in. I wonder if he's gay himself... And oh my god he looked perfect in that beautiful tux he wore. Ive never seen a man wear a tux to a pride parade but I'm glad he did. He looked so fucking hot and handsome. Somehow he looked even better than he normally did, which I didn't believe was possible. Fuck... Diary I think I'm seriously in love with this man

Entry 4

Date: June 20th

Dear friend(?)

Im writing this letter as you are in the same building as me. You are currently drinking your black coffee, and enjoying the bagel I made for you. I'm currently sitting in the corner of the employee lounge crying my eyes out over this stupid letter. I don't know how to say this to you, and I don't know if I'll even give this to you. But I like you.. like, like like you. And I want to take you out on a beautiful date to a luxurious restraunt and kiss you under the moonlight. Unfortunately I've now just decided this isn't going to you, so you won't even get this letter, but I will pretend I get the balls to actually give it to you. I cannot fathom how a person is so handsome, adorable, beautiful, and hot at the same time. I love everything about you from your looks to your voice. Your voice is like a symphony orchestra playing the most soft and beautiful lullaby ever. Your blood red eyes are so captivating, and you are the only person I can stare into the eyes of without getting uncomfortable. The clothes you wear I imagine are like royalty, and the looks of your body. Posture. Hair. Smile. It's all too beautiful to comprehend. I'm really glad you come into this store. And I hope I can one day get together with you. Love from yours truly

Entry 5

Date: June 23rd

Dearest Mother

It's been so long since I've last seen you. How are you doing? Sometimes I worry about you. Sometimes I worry about you and dad as well. Sometimes I worry about my grandfather. How is he doing? If you want to know how I'm doing. I've come across a peculiar gem in my life. You see every day at 8:30 in the morning I walk into the local café and order myself a coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. And every morning, there is a boy who greets me. Nothing is quite UNinteresting about this boy. Firstly, his figure is adorable. Much smaller than me but that is expected. He stands with much less confidence then father, but nobody could be more confident than that man. You see it's not the way he presents himself, but it's the way he is. He talks with a high pitch. But it's like fur Elise. Sometimes he jumbles over his words. Much like a beginner pianist. He jumbles and fixes himself in an instant. Ive seen him outside of his work clothes and I must say, I've never seen a more handsome man since I saw that image of you and father getting married. His eyes are the most beautiful thing on him. They're bright blue. Seeing them is like watching the northern lights for the first time. They shine in the sunlight, especially when he walks with his hands shoved in his pockets. I'm not sure he's fully aware that I know he likes me too. I went to throw out my coffee container, and found a letter addressed to a "friend(?)" And it definitely had some indicators of that person being me. Blood red eyes. Grey dress shirt and red tie. He even talked about how I called him darling. Reading him like a book has certainly been interesting. He's complex. Most people have very boring minds. They often want love for the same reasons people want cars. To show it off. But he is special. I see he wants love for the taste. The feeling. The warmth. Nonetheless, I hope to see you by my graduation. Which has been pushed back again.

Lots of love from your dearest son

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skvaderarts · 2 years ago

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I'm a massive fucking idiot. Petrichor schedule update!

If no one else has said it by now, let me be the first to give you a warm welcome to 2023! I a nice few weeks over the end of the year!

Now then... Ahem.

I just realized that I told all of you that I would be uploading a chapter on the 9th. The 9th is a Monday. I don't even upload chapters on Mondays! This is how you know I can't read calendars. I completely goofed that. I got the initial two week break part correct more or less, but something in my brain must have switched off for me to screw that one up. I can only apologize.

I came on here to give you guys an update on my hand and how it's been impacting my typing speed and just realized that I gave you guys a completely wrong date. Sorry about that!

So then, the update with my hand. I can't type that fast because of the burns (which are thankfully rapidly healing) I just don't want to stress them because my injured hands gets tired easily. And sore. The skin is kind of stiff which makes it a little harder to type, but as the new skin is growing in and the old skin is being removed, I'm slowly getting back up to speed. Very gradually. In an effort to not overextend myself for the time being in allow for me to properly heal and not do further damage to myself that could be permanent, I'm only going to upload for Fridays for these weeks:

January 20th, January 27th, and February 3rd.

I'm certain that by then I'll be able to actually type since my hand is recovering quickly. But I just want to make sure. And for anyone wondering about the nerve part the injury: Good news! No permanent damage! Thankfully it was just the surface of the nerve and not a deep nerve, so nothing was severed or anything like that. It was only damaged just enough to hurt like hell smh!

The chapter upload for January 20th will be a Elden V chapter, and the chapters for January 27th and February 3rd will both be Petrichor chapters. Since the Elden V chapters are easier to write, I figured I would start with one of those to get my bearings. Thank you all so much for your well wishes! I've been using Google Assistant to help me write a lot of the chapters recently because it's easier to write with my voice than it is with my hands, so please excuse any glaring spelling errors or punctuation mishaps. My phone thinks it knows what I'm saying better than I do, and my dyslexia brain makes editing slow and ineffective hehe!

I will see you all soon! Thank you so much for your understanding and support! I'm excited to get the year off to a good start! Take care and I'll see you next Friday! And is always, I see your wonderful comments. I've just been slow getting to them. If you'd like to contact me, my contact information is in my bio, and you can always comment on this post. I'm happy to talk with you, and I'm still able to type small messages in response, so you're not bothering me. Thank you! Stay safe out there!

#Petrichor #My Fics #A03 Fanfiction #A03 #Thank you for your understanding #DMC #DMC5 #DMC Fic #Devil May Cry

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years ago

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highschool au steve (who’s friends with the party because fuck the king steve era he deserves good friends <3) where you’re his reluctant tutor and he’s convinced this is the start of a romcom where you two eventually fall in love but you’re just trying to tutor your cute annoying classmate because you need an excuse to get out of being dragged into joining a club and/or sport by your friends and tutoring can’t possibly be super hard right?

but eventually steve’s flirting gets to you and when he comes to your next tutoring session with an A on his latest paper you think he doesn’t need a tutor and are sad obviously happy to see he doesn’t need to be tutored anymore. cue steve being an in love idiot and purposefully flunking his next assignment so you can keep being his tutor. robin, who’s tired of his shit, tells you why his grades keep drastically fluctuating (because he wants to keep being tutored but also doesn’t want you to think you’re a bad tutor) which leads to (after some convincing from his children friends) you telling him if he gets an A on the next assignment you’ll go on a date with him <3

can u tell i got carried away again LMAO credit to whoever made the gif! i hope u like it hehe <3

Steve let out a sigh of defeat as he stared at the bright red F on his paper. He swears he did so well this time! Guess studying with Dustin didn't pay off. He felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Robin whispered. “What did you get?”

Steve rolled his eyes showing her the paper.

“Dustin is a shitty tutor.”

“Did you guys even study?”

Steve looked back at the other day and let out a soft “huh,” once he realized he simply walked into the library to grab Dustin. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, we didn't even study.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“How am I a junior who got accidentally put in calculus and doing better than you?”

Steve opened his mouth to come back with a snarky remark but was saved by the bell.

“Whatever, I'll talk to Ms. Rodriguez after class. I'm sure she'll find me a tutor.”

“Y/n, cmon please!” Chrissy begged while holding your hand. You chuckled, shaking your head as you grabbed your calculus book, shutting your locker once you had it.

“Chrissy I'm flattered, really, but there's no way I'm joining the cheer squad.”

Chrissy followed you as you made your way toward your next class.

“But the uniforms are so cute!”

“To each their own!”

You understand what she was trying to do for you. You never really joined any clubs at school, not for any particular reason. You just didn't want to. I mean, who wants to stay after school and practice instead of going home and relaxing?

“Okay, what about the newsletter?” she asked with a big smile.

You shook your head violently. “I love Nancy to death, but she takes that way too seriously.”

“Cause she's passionate about it! Do you have anything you're passionate about?”

You leaned against the wall by your classroom thinking about it. Surely there was something.

“Y/n!” you heard a voice shout.

Your head shot up in the direction your name was called, a smile craving your face as you saw the familiar mop of semi-curls.

“Hey, Eddie!”

Eddie laughed and picked you up while spinning you around.

He placed you down and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Not that I don't appreciate the love, but what's going on?”

“I finally got an A on Mr. David’s paper and it's all thanks to you!”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the small praise from the boy in front of you. You waved your hand around as you looked down at your feet.

“No, it wasn't me Eddie, I just showed you how to study in your own way! Sometimes sitting in front of books and reading isn't for everyone,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, well because of you I’ll be able to finally get the hell out of here! Seriously y/n you're a genius!” he shouted at you while pointing and walking in the opposite direction.

Chrissy giggled. “He's such a weird kid. Not a bad weird though.”

You nodded your head. “He's a sweetheart though, I'll see you after tryouts?” you asked her, finally beginning to walk into class.

She nodded her head with a bright smile on her face. “See you after tryouts!”

You smiled and took your usual seat at your desk, you glanced at the board and opened your textbook to the page that was on the board getting ready to read about today’s lesson.

“Y/n, could you come up here, please?” you heard Ms. Rodriguez call. You make your way over to her desk with confusion on your face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course sweetheart! How would you feel about some extra credit?”

You perked up at the mention of it causing Ms. Rodriguez to laugh.

“I have a student who needs tutoring and I figured why not send in my best student.”

“Ms. Rodriguez I just passed your last test, if I'm your best student that's a little sad.”

“You helped Munson get a B on his quiz.”

Your eyes went wide and you smiled. “Did I really?”

She nodded her head and smiled at you. “I don't mean to be rude but you brought him from a D to a B, it's progress.”

You stood there and thought about it. The teachers underestimated Eddie. He was smart, he just didn't have the proper tools to kick-start his mind. What if this kid isn't smart? What if you can never teach then they fail? That means that you've failed.

“Look, you don't have to say yes,” Ms. Rodriguez started. “But if you decide to go he said he'd meet you in the library after school…assuming he knows where that is.”

You nodded your head. “I'll tutor him, I'm sure it won't be that hard.”

It's been an hour. An hour of you sitting in the school library when you could be at home taking a nap. Chrissy stopped by earlier jumping for joy when she told you she made the cheer squad. You smiled and congratulated her knowing she was ecstatic to be on the team. She left shortly saying she needed to meet the coaches for her uniform, ever since then you've been alone.

You let out a frustrated sigh gathering your things while cursing under your breath. At least you finished some homework, now you can go home and just relax. Your thoughts are cut off when someone bursts into the library panting trying to catch their breath. Shushes are thrown at him causing him to scoff.

“Oh relax. Geez, a guy can't even breathe nowadays.” His eyes scanned the library lighting when they land on you.

Oh no, you think. Please, please for the love god tell me I don't have to tutor Steve Harrington.

“Hey y/n! Ms. Rodriguez said you'd tutor me.”

Send the flood. Send it now.

“You’re late Harrington.”

“I know, but hear me out!”

You took a seat gesturing for him to go on.

“Oh, I didn't think you were actually gonna hear me out.”

“Steve, I'll leave.”

“Right, sorry, I would've been here but I needed to pick up the kids from school.”

Kids? “You have kids?”

“God no! I mean, not yet. I'll have little nuggets of my own someday, but I babysit…I guess.”

Your eyes light up as you remember seeing him with a group of kids from time to time. “Oh yeah! Nance’s brother and his friends, right?”

He smiled and sat down next to you nodding his head.

“Yup, they're demons.” He rubbed his hands together and put his backpack on the table. “So when do we start?”

“We started an hour ago Steve. Look, seriously if you want me to be your tutor please come on time.”

Steve nodded and made an X over his heart. “Cross my heart, and hope to die, babe.”

You bit your bottom lip, shaking your head trying to fight off the heat that made way to your cheeks.

“So um, Rodriguez gave me your quiz.”

“Ah, so you've seen my handy work,” he said while leaning back in the chair, his arms thrown behind his head.

“If that's what you want to call it.” you smiled.

Steve swears he felt his heart beat out of his chest when you smiled at him. How has he never noticed how pretty you are? He's seen you around the school before, he knows your friends with Robin. How come you guys haven't crossed paths before?

“You see how you have X=8? It actually equals 20. You have to carry the five here and subtract three from- Steve are you listening?”

“You're really pretty.” he blurred out.

Great, you thought. Now I'm flustered. “Oh, um, thank you, but we should really get back to studying-”

“We should go out sometime.”

You ignore his comment and look through his test making mental notes. “Do you remember anything from algebra?” you asked while glancing at him.

“What?”

You put your head in your hands and let out a sigh. “We're gonna need more than books to help you.”

“No, Robin! I need you to put in a good word for me!”

Robin closed her locker and looked at him. “Steve, you're literally a chick magnet. Why do you need my help?”

Steve hopped into the driver's seat with disappointment written on his face. He was supposed to meet you to study after school today but you canceled.

“She's not just a chick robin. There's something about her I just can't shake off.”

“Gross, you've been watching rom-coms too much.”

Steve sighed and saw you walking out of the building with a smile on his face. He's been studying with you for about two weeks now and he's been anxiously waiting to get his test back from Ms. Rodriguez. He's been studying the flash cards you made him paying more attention to your handwriting than the material written on the cards.

“Should I talk to her?” Steve asked while looking over at robin who was too busy applying mascara to her lashes.

“Uh-huh, totally.”

Steve rolled his eyes, stepping out of the car and jogging over to you.

“Y/n! Hey!” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Steve, any news back about your test?”

He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket nervously swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet.

“Nah not yet, by the way, you look stunning today,” he said with a smile. You roll your eyes as he grabs your hand lifting it up in the air.

“cmon, do a little spin for me”

Ever since that first day of studying with you, he's been persistent in getting you to fall for him. He'll bring you little gifts or doodles he does in class when he's bored even though you scold him for not paying attention. He's even brought in his friends to back him up.

“You know Steve is a nice guy,” Mike said. “My sister loved going out with- oof.”

Dustin cut him off with a punch to the arm. “Dude, maybe don't mention the fact that Nancy went out with him.”

Mike made a confused noise. “But she's happy with Jonathan now. What's the harm?”

You reluctantly do the spin pushing him away when he lets out a whistle.

“You're so stupid,” you said walking away from him.

“Stupid for you. When are you gonna let me take you out on a date? Dustin vouched that I'm a hopeless romantic.”

You opened your mouth to say something but got cut off by someone shouting your name.

“Yo! Y/n!”

“Oh hey, Robert, ready to study?”

Steve felt his heart drop. You're studying with other people? But that's your guys’ thing.

“Yeah, coach will have my head if I don't get my history grade up.”

Did you cancel your study date with Steve to study with someone else?

“I'm sure he will superstar, I'll meet you in the library in a bit.”

Robert nodded his head and walked away to the library. You looked at Steve and noticed his mood went down.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“You're studying with Robert?”

“Yeah, his coach practically begged me to tutor him so he can play in Friday's game.”

Steve understood you are free to study with other people. Free to study with other guys. So why was he so jealous?

“Oh, okay cool.”

You held back a giggle as you pushed him back slightly. “Jealous Harrington?”

“A little.”

You swear you always know what he's about to say, yet he always catches you off guard.

You ruffle his hair and make your way to the library throwing a glance at him over your shoulder.

“Don't worry Harrington, there's no guy like you.”

Steve watched you walk away with rosy cheeks and a smile as he walked back to his car humming a random tune.

“Robin.”

“I saw that whole thing you are head over heels for her. I'll put a word in for you.”

“No need, apparently there's no guy like me.”

Steve was pushing past students shouting out the occasional “excuse me!” and “get out of my way.” he bursts into the library, his eyes scanning the room before he sees you're nose deep in a book, walkman headphones over your ears.

He sprints over to you and slams his body down in the chair across from you.

You jump and glare at him, moving your headphones down around your neck. “Jesus Steve, how about you warn a girl before you ambush her?”

Steve said nothing as he placed the test in front of you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You gasped and grabbed the test bringing it closer to you, letting out a squeal when you see a green 85% written at the top of his test. You throw half of your body across the table wrapping him in a hug.

“I told you you could do it, Stevie!”

Steve thought he died right then and there and was greeted by an angel who looked a little too much like you.

You sit back in your seat and give him a bittersweet smile. “This is the end of an era Steve, you're all good now.”

You've never seen a smile leave his face so fast. “What? What do you mean?”

You looked at your watch and started putting some of your books away in your bag.

“You passed the test Steve, that's why Rodriguez asked me to tutor you.”

“But what about my next test?”

You let out a giggle and threw your bag over your shoulder.

“This is the basics, if you understood this then you're set for the rest of the year.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked at you in shock. You set him up! You made him fall in love with you and your beautiful brain only to abandon him before he could make the move!

“But what if I fail again?! What happens then?”

“Steve, you're not gonna fail! I believe in you, you got this!” you encouraged him while standing up. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pass on my smarts to another jock.”

Steve watched you walk away with a frown on his face. He stormed into the hand room whispering for robin to meet him by his car after practice.

“Hey, y/n told me about you passing! Congrats dingus, maybe you aren't a dingus after all.”

“I need to fail my next assignment.”

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of her most. “I stand corrected. Okay, what's up?”

Steve opened the car door for her and ran around to his side once robin saluted him and sat in the passenger seat. He started his car and started the drive to Robin’s house.

“She said it's the end of an era! What's that even mean?”

“She meant studying Steve. She considers you a friend now, so you can hang out with her without the textbooks and stress!”

Robin did make a fair point. He could finally flirt with you without you getting onto him about staying focused. It’d just be you two, no books, no kids from your class asking you questions about the notes you took, and no more stupid calculus work. For some unknown reason, all of that terrified Steve. When you guys were studying everything came naturally to Steve, he thinks, no, he knows the minute he hangs out with you outside of study hours he's going to embarrass himself. Steve shook his head and looked over at robin.

“Our study dates are better, I'll just fail tomorrow's assignment, and boom. I'm back in.”

You arrived early to school knowing you had to help Eddie cram for his English test in first period. You grabbed a couple of notebooks for your classes today and slammed your locker shouting when you saw robin behind it.

“Jesus Christ! What is up with you and Steve sneaking up on me?!”

Robin put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently.

“Please talk to him!” she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. “He plans on failing all of today’s assignments just so he can keep studying with you!”

“Robin, please stop shaking me. Many people love this brain.”

She stopped shaking you but her grip on your shoulders stayed tight.

“I love you y/n, I really do. You're one of my best friends!”

“Awe, Robi-”

“But I swear to god if I have to hear about how your eyes sparkle every time Steve gets a question right, or about how badly he has to fight the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear when it falls in your face while reading I will poke pencils in my ears!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at everything robin was saying. Did Steve really feel like that? You know he likes to flirt with you here and there but you thought that was him just being charismatic. Robin rolled her eyes when she sees that you were blushing.

“God, you're just as bad as him.”

“Okay so, what Shakespeare is trying to say is-”

“Hey rob, beat it. Gotta discuss something with my girl.” Steve said pulling a chair next to you and slinging his arm around you.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at him. “Steve I'm in the middle of helping Robert write a report-”

“No, no, he's fine. I think I'm gonna have a brain aneurysm if I read anymore.” Robert said while gathering his things.

You opened your mouth ready to ask Steve what was going on but he held a piece of paper up.

“An F?! Stevie, what happened? You were doing so good?” you gasped out grabbing the calculus homework out of his hands.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I guess I need more tutoring, gosh sometimes my memory is so bad I forget things like that!” he said with the snap of his fingers.

You tuned him out as you squinted at the paper, something was off, this wasn't Steve's handwriting.

“Steve?”

“Yes, darling?”

You blushed but chose to ignore his comment. “Your handwriting looks a lot like this one kid I tutored.”

“Duh, it's me. I'm the kid you tutored.”

You shook your head letting out a hum. “Your handwriting is neat. This looks like chicken scratch.”

Steve let out an awkward chuckle and cleared his throat. “Okay fine, I borrowed-”

“Borrowed?”

“I stole Jerry’s homework and pretended it was mine so that way I can keep studying with you.”

“Steve! You can hang out with me outside of studying!”

“I know I can! It's just easier with the books all around me cause I feel like you're not 100% focused on me! I know the second I have all your attention on me in gonna embarrass myself and you'll never want to date me.”

you giggle and give Steve the paper.

“I'll tell you what, next assignment you get an A on we'll go out on a date.”

Steve smiled. “You mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, babe.”

Steve shot out of his seat and kissed you on your cheek running out of the library.

“I won't let you down babe!”

A group of students shushed him and he shushed them back aggressively. “Geez, talk about a tough crowd.”

The next day you opened up your locker picking up a piece of paper that fell out. You unfolded it smiling as you saw the A+ written at the top of his paper right next to his name. Steve snuck up behind you giving your cheek a kiss, smiling at his good grade.

“Now, if I'm not mistaken, I believe you owe me a date.”

#this took me forever to write #it didn't help that half of this was me on an edible #i'm just crazay like dat #don't do drugs kids #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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akeijies · 3 years ago

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lowkey

mitsuya t. x reader

summary: mitsuya and reader are in the same club, cute pining, secret kisses, hushed confessions. college au but toman is still a thing hehe

contains: fluff, lots of fluff. the tiniest bit of angst like a sentence tiny draken appearance, headcanons and a little drabble

you and mitsuya are in the same club and you always admired how nice and soft spoken he was, he’s so nice to everyone and offers so much encouragement and big smiles and it just made you fall

the both of you start talking when he offers to help you with a sewing project, or he asks if you could model something for him so he could see how it looks on someone

eventually you both talk a lot more, he cracks little jokes, flashes his smiles, runs his hands through his cropped hair. you tease him about his little yelps whenever he sticks himself with a needle and the way his eyes light up like a kid in a candy shop whenever a piece he’s working on comes out perfect

the first time takashi kissed you was when he had a custom piece that he just finished and you wanted to be the first person to see it in all of its beauty

he thought your excitement was really cute and you were just showering him in little praises and he got all blushy and bashful like

“it’s not that great— it just a little something”

“yeah a little something that you made!”

his lips were really soft and it was this sweet soft kiss that made your eyes flutter shut and you only opened them after you both pulled away with a little sigh oh my

after that day you both spend a lot more time in the club room, shoulders pressed together, quick kisses once the club room frees of everyone but the two of you, fingers that brush against the others neck when they go to fix a collar or grab the measuring tape that hangs on shoulders

you both normally leave the club room and go your separate ways but one day it’s raining and takashi offers to take you home on his bike because no one‘s out on the street and he doesn’t want you walking in the rain by yourself

it’s a quiet ride home the both of you just the tiniest bit awkward in this environment outside the comfort of the club room but it’s nice, with your arms wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his back

you don't pass anyone who stands out on the street, but someone pulls up next to the bike that you and takashi ride and it's two guys one with longer blond hair and the one behind him has the end of a ponytail barely poking out from the bottom of his helmet

they don't say anything and you feel a little off so you tighten your arms around takashi an a few seconds after that the other bike rides off leaving you both behind.

eventually you both get to your house and takashi helps you off the bike and he offers you a hug and he can tell what you're probably thinking and he gives you a small smile and just "those were my friends, they were just reminding me that we have somewhere to be tonight is all. don't worry."

you know he’s in toman, it’s something that never ceases to worry you but you never ever bring it up because it’s not your business. takashi is grown enough to handle himself

the next day takashi isn't at club and your heart is in your chest and you can barely stay in the room after everyone leaves and when you walk outside the door and the same guy who was on the back of the bike from yesterday and he's cut up a little bit and he's got some scratches on his face and it doesn't make you feel any better.

"mitsuya's okay."

"w-what?"

"he's fine, he's outside actually. he didn't want everyone to see his face and ask questions."

"you're not helping at all."

"huh?"

you see takashi, outside and your heart leaps because he doesn't look like your imagined and he only has a couple of cuts and bandages on his face and he's deadpanning at the guy next to you and it makes a little laugh bubble out of you

"i could have went and got her myself, draken."

"yeah but you were taking too long so i did it." draken gives you a tiny smile that turns into a little smirks when he looks at mitsuya. "i'll see you later"

"you need to be more careful," you step closer to him; space smaller than it's ever been without any excuse to be.

your hands slowly come up to graze his jaw where a small bruise is formed and your heart aches when he winces away from your touch.

mitsuya sees the hurt flash in your eyes and he immediately grabs your wrist and places a small kiss to your palm, like he's telling you your touch could never hurt him.

"it was just a little fight, it wasn't too crazy." he sees how that didn't really help anything and he gives this cute, kiddish, quirk of a smile before, "--you should see the other guy."

that makes a laugh bubble out of you and you close the gap between the two of you and pulling him into a hug, that must hurt a little bit by how tense he is but he wraps his arms back around you, squeezing you back.

you both stand in the shadows for a while trading kisses, hands ghosting against each other's backs over sweaters and jackets.

mitsuya walks you home again once you both finally pull away from each other. legs move at a lethargic pace, backroads get taken, knuckles brush against each others. he tells you about draken and how they actually have the same tattoo, he laughs at your reaction because it's expected but so cute, and how mikey is a really great leader and friend and how he's really thankful for toman, and how he knows it's a dangerous thing to be involved in but he's happy he's involved in it with them.

you're at your house and you welcome him inside to press more kisses against his cheeks and his neck. your fingers trace where you imagine his tattoo to be.

he tucks his face into your neck and whispers about how he wishes he could take you out on a date, and that these little happenings couldn't only happen in little shadows and clubrooms and your bedroom, but he wouldn't know what to do if someone after him saw you and did something to you to hurt him.

you shut him up with more kisses, each one more heated than the last and explain to him that you understand and that you're fine with this and you're more than fine with him and that he's worried about bridges that you may or may not have to cross.

mitsuya leaves later that night. both of you drunk on intricately places touches, lips swollen with love, eyes full of comfort and smiles laced with the small promises of tomorrow.

you fall back into bed, body sprawled and limbs loose and you allow your heart to ease once you finally receive the "i'm home <3" text from mitsuya and you shoot back a response before letting your eyes droop shut.

#mitsuya hcs #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya fluff #tokrev mitsuya #tokyo revengers fluff #this is my first time doing anything for tokyo rev #🌱 — mitsuya #🪴 — tokyo rev #.marswrites

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catzula · 4 years ago

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》 Kiss it better

a/n: 200 followers guys, thank you so much for that! I feel like I should do something to celebrate, but I have literally no ideas. If you have any suggestions, please tell me!

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem!reader

Warnings: Bullying -a lot-, angst, tons and tons of fluff

》Synopsis: You, one of Nekoma’s cheerleaders, made a bet with the captain of the Nekoma Volleyball team, that they’re going to lose to Aoba Jouhsai in the upcoming match. And- you’re failing chemistry.《

"Sensei, please don't do this." You begged. "I really want to go!"

Your teacher's eyes wandered on your pleading face, and she sighed.

"I don't get any say in this. You're failing chemistry, and if you don't pass this make-up exam, I can't let you go to the match."

You knew her answer was final, so you sighed, trying not to cry. This was supposed to be your first match, and you couldn't even go! "At least let me attend the training? Just so that if a miracle happens, I'll be ready?"

She shrugged. "If you think you can pass the exam and attend training, why not? I don't really care what you do, to be honest, as long as you pass."

Yeah, that's not happening, you thought but held your tongue.

"Oh, come on, don't look so grim. You're a smart girl, I'm sure you'll do it."

Though it did feel nice having her believe in you, you just couldn't be as positive as she was, but you managed to fake a smile. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be okay. I still have to go back before I'm too late, though." This was the first time you were going to train in your cheerleading outfit, and you were too excited to see it on yourself.

She sent you a sympathetic look as she ruffled your hair slightly and went her way. You sighed. Chemistry was something you just weren't able to comprehend. Regardless of how much you studied that damn subject, you could swear you just got worse.

You quickly changed into the bright red two-piece outfit, it had black stripes on the sides and a big NEKOMA right on your chest. The black and red skirt was a little too short for your liking, but who were you to complain? You were just happy you even got to wear it.

"You're late." The captain told you as she saw you entering the gym. The rest of the team was already in their places, practicing, but stopped when they too noticed you.

"I'm sorry, I was with sensei." You apologized with a smile. "What did she say?" She asked, her large, green-blue eyes looking at you curiously. She was the same age as you, though she had a way of making you feel... smaller next to her.

"I- uh..." You looked at the girls that stared back at you with slightly narrowed eyes, making you feel a bit self-conscious. "I- I'm failing chemistry, so I have to take the exam next week. She told me I can't go to the match if I fail."

You thought the topic would be over, but apparently not. "And?" She asked, confusing you with the question. "And?" You repeated.

"Are you going to fail?" She questioned, looking at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I hope not." You faked a giggle, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of the girls, judging you.

"You should tell us if you're going to fail, you know. So that we can add you to the choreograpyh."

"O-oh, don't worry." I'm sure I'll do fine." Oh, you were anything but sure, though you figured it was better if you didn't tell her that.

"Good. Then get to your position. You have the choreography memorized, right? Last time you were a bit... sloppy." You tried to ignore one of the girls giggling. "Yeah, I know it all by now."

Finally, she smiled. You weren't sure if the smile was genuine or not, but just seeing her smile made you feel relaxed. "That's really nice, Y/N-chan!" She clapped her hands to gain attention. "Now, let's start before the volleyball team comes."

Everybody knew that was the opposite of what she actually wanted since her crush on the volleyball team's captain was now more than known, but you chose not to call her out. You knew she wasn't a fan of you already, so it was better to keep your mouth shut, you decided.

You didn't know why, but the girls seemed to have something against you since they always did their best to exclude you from things, though you tried not to think much about it.

When the captain started to count, you stopped thinking and danced along instead.

***

"Aah- that was tiring. She's too ruthless sometimes!" A girl from your team exclaimed as she sipped on her water, eyeing the pretty captain. The captain was known to be one of the prettiest girls in school and was frequently asked out by guys, though most were aware she only had eyes for one man. It had been a big surprise to everyone when Kuroo had rejected her, though.

Almost every girl in school had a crush on Kuroo, thinking of him as this cool, cold guy that had rejected even the prettiest girl in school, but in reality, he was just too busy with volleyball and his lessons. To be fair, you wouldn't have known he was a huge dork either if you weren't in the same class with him and had this weird friendship/arch enemy thing going on, either.

You weren't exactly friends with him, though. More like bickering constantly, but also having weird inside jokes. You were close but also...not friends. Maybe that was why the girls didn't like you, since you always argued with the guy they wanted to date. But it wasn't your fault he was too much fun to tease!

Teasing Kuroo was something you couldn't stop yourself from doing, and you weren't the only one that liked to make fun of the other, since Kuroo always managed to pick a fight with you, too. It wasn't genuine arguments, more like challenges, dares and bets, -you joining the cheering team was a dare you had with Kuroo, too- and because of the constant challenges you had with their captain, the volleyball team loved you, too.

"I think they're coming!" A girl whisper-yelled, causing everyone's eyes to turn to the door. She was right since the loud laughs, footsteps, and jokes were hard to miss as they approached the gym door.

Kuroo was the first to enter, his hair as messy as ever, one of his arms was on Kenma's head, just showing how much longer he was than him.

You watched as Kenma's eyes averted to the big group of girls watching them, his eyes widening with anxiety as he turned his gaze immediately to the ground, causing his hair to fall in his face and hide him.

"Oh, hey Kuroo-Kun!" The captain exclaimed with a bright smile as she went towards them, hopping like a bunny.

"Hey." He greeted her back, the sleazy smile on his face causing your heartbeat to double, even though you didn't want to admit. "I thought you said you were going to be done with training by four." You knew Kuroo didn't mean it negatively, though the captain looked like she was panicking, looking around frantically to find a good excuse.

"Ah, w-we have a newbie, you see. We kinda had to move slower for her to catch up." She finally answered as her eyes found yours, though instantly turned back to Kuroo's cat-like ones.

You grimaced at the sudden attack, trying to stop yourself before you blurted out that she was lying. You understood why she would do so, but you hated it when people used you in their lies. "Oh, a newcomer," Kuroo muttered, his eyes wandering in the room lazily, as he tried to find your figure. Of course, Kuroo knew you were new in the team, he was the one who challenged you in the first place, but the cheerleading team didn't know that, and neither of you had the intention to tell them.

"She just came, so she's still pretty slow." The captain continued with a small giggle, her words making your heart sink. It was true, you were new, but you had been practicing the last few weeks, and you had almost caught up with the rest, so it wasn't fair of her to say so.

Though Kuroo seemed to pay her no mind, instead, he walked towards you with a grin on his face. "New meat!" He joked -it was really bad, though you managed to force a laugh out- and the captain followed him, now both standing next to you and watching your every move like animals watching its prey.

Kuroo seemed like he wanted to chat with you, though before he could do so, the captain sighed. "Though we're not sure if she's even going to be able to come to the match."

Your eyes narrowed, but you chose to stay silent.

"Why is that?" Kuroo asked, confusion evident on his face with the sudden and unwanted information. "Oh, she's failing chemistry, so sensei didn't let her come to the match."

"If I fail the exam, I won't be able to come." You added when she talked about it like you had already failed. "Oh, yeah! That's what I said." She told you with an innocent smile.

You would have said something, but before you could do so, you heard the familiar sound of a volleyball hitting the ground. The captain's eyes gazed at Lev, who had just done a spike and was screaming victoriously. "Guess that means our time is over." She giggled like what she said was funny.

"The practice is over girls, go get some rest!" She ignored the grunts of relief coming from your team and turned back to Kuroo. "You know, it was nice seeing you. Don't you think we should do this more often?"

You really didn't want to hear them flirting, so you went to change your clothes without saying anything to them.

***

You were the last one to finish changing and stepped out of the room as you tried to detangle your headphones. You were so concentrated on doing so, that you didn't even see the boy leaning to the wall, watching you.

"Hey," he muttered, making you shriek in surprise. The way your widened eyes looked at him, he couldn't help but giggle.

"What the fuck, Kuroo!" You exclaimed, trying to get the shock wash away as you breathed deeply. "Hey, I'm the 6'2 (187 cm for people like me hehe) one here, how should I know you're dumb enough not to see me?"

"How should I know you would creep up on me like that?" You shot back, and although you knew it was kind of your fault, you weren't going to admit that to him.

He looked at you with a fake I'm offended look. "First of all, I didn't creep up on you."

"Then what are you doing here?" You asked, though your voice was a little softer this time. He hadn't actually waited for you, did he? No, he wouldn't do that, unless...unless he wanted to tease you about the chemistry thing.

You sighed as you finally understood why he was here, looking at you with that lazy smile and taking your breath away in the process. "Ah, look if you're here about me failing chemistry, please shut it." You told him as you rolled your eyes. "The captain already had a lot to say about it." You murmured, your words not really intended for him to hear.

"Well," his hand went to the back of his neck, blush dusting his cheeks ever so slightly, his odd hair falling to his face, making you wonder what would it feel like if you were to run your finger through them. Would it be soft? Spiky? Or maybe-

"I was actually going to tell you I could... uh... help you with that, ya know." The lazy smile now resembling a little boy's grin, you would have thought he was embarrassed if you didn't know better.

Your narrowed eyes found his, trying to understand the motive behind his words. " What do you mean, help me with that?"

He giggled at your question. He had an expression on his face, one you were so used to see, though couldn't yet understand what it meant. It kind of looked like he wanted to ruffle your hair and pinch your cheeks, but not quite. "Help you with chemistry, how else?"

You bit your lip, trying to find out what he was up to. "And what are you getting out of it?" You finally asked as you gave up trying to understand him.

"I’m a good person too, you know." He told you with a huff, he still had his teasing manner, though. "Can’t I be doing this out of my goodness?" If it were anyone else saying this, you might have believed them, but not with Kuroo. Sure, you joked around and teased each other, but your whole friendship -if you could call it that- was based on challenges, bets, deception, and who would trick who.

"No way I'll believe that. I'm not dumb, you know." You murmured the last bit since it kind of bothered you since it seemed like everybody thought so.

"Though you're failing chem, arent you?" He teased, causing you to send him a glare. "I-"

You were ready and steady to fight with him over that comment, but he only giggled and put his hand on your shoulder as if he was trying to steady or calm you. His hand was unconventionally warm, fingers calloused and hard, though it didn't bother you the slightest bit. It was rather scary how much you enjoyed his touch.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He told you, laughing as he shook his head side to side. "You're too easy to rile up, ya know? I'm offering to help since it's me who challenged you to join the cheering team, so you might kind of say it's my fault at this point."

When you kept looking at him, he furrowed his brows. "I'm telling you I'm just feeling guilty! It's nothing too complicated." He looked rather hurt at how suspicious you looked.

"And?" You pressed on, knowing too damn well it wasn't only his conscious that led him to reach a helping hand at you. There had to be something else.

He sighed finally, obviously giving up. "And- I kinda wanna see you cheering for me." He grinned. "Call it 'satisfacting my ego'." He only grinned wider when you shot him a disgusted look.

"I knew there was something else." You just muttered.

"Eh," He shrugged. "I'm gonna need every boost I can have if I'm going to play against Oikawa." He said it so casually, you couldn't perceive what he said for a second or so.

"You're- you're playing against Aoba Jousai?" You blurted out, mouth agape. You hadn't even realized till now that you didn't even know who they were playing against. Clearly, he was thinking the same thing.

"You didn’t even know? And you're supposed to be our cheerleader." He clicked his mouth in a disapproving manner and shook his head side to side.

You ignored his remark. "There is no way you can win against him, you know."

He snickered at your blunt response. "I see you've become especially good at cheering and motivating."

You grinned. "Shoot me for telling the truth. It's Oikawa we're talking about."

"And? What about him?"

"He's one of the hottest and most talented men around, and you know it." You told him as you watched his grin fade to annoyance. "He's not hot!"

"No need to get all jealous, Kuroo." You giggled when he grimaced. "Me? Jealous of that- that... guy?!"

You shrugged just to piss him off.

"Well then, what will you do when we beat your oh-so-great Oikawa?" His playful grin was back, now wider than ever, and it pissed you off, how good he looked.

"Is that a bet?"

"Of course it is." He answered, like it was only normal.

"I'm not betting against my own team!" You exclaimed, feeling your cheeks heating up a bit. How did teasing him come to this, anyway?!

"What will you do?" He pressed on, and you were aware he wouldn't let it go until you bet with him, so you sighed as if you accepted defeat. "What do you want me to do?"

"Hmm," He tapped his chin as he considered the choices (he had been trying to make this bet with you for a week and had been planning how to get you to agree to it, it was surprisingly easy, though, since he was a mastermind at planning and stuff, even though he didn't show it much). His honey-colored eyes glistened when he decided what he wanted you to do. "You're gonna wear those cat ears for a week."

By those cat ears, he meant the ones that were a part of the cheering costume but were excluded since they were too hard to dance with. The first time you tried them on, Kuroo had laughed ten minutes straight and would've taken a photo if you hadn't ripped them off your head and threw them right in the middle of his face.

"Oh, it’s on." You shot back without thinking much about it. "Only if you wear them a week if you lose against them, too, though." You added with a smile that warmed his heart.

"Deal." He grinned.

You had no idea that he had been planning this for a long time, so what seemed like an innocent, fair bet was actually almost guaranteed you to lose. The penalty was the first thing he had thought about the bet, the rest came later to him, so he was literally planning how to get you to wear those cat ears for... a month. Not that you needed to know about that, though.

"Deal." You smiled.

***

You watched as Kuroo jumped, so high, that it made you wonder if he could secretly fly. His hand up in the air, coming down so fast to spike the ball. A grin was on his face, knowing damn well what you were probably thinking, as you watched him.

He smacked the ball with so much force, you gasped. You always knew he was strong, and he was fast -he was the Nekoma team captain, after all- but you never knew he was... this good.

When he landed back on his feet, looking at your flustered face was the first thing he did. Your mouth still slightly agape as you watched the ball that was now on the other side of the court, Kuroo thought it was one of the cutest things he saw.

"So," he asked with a cocky grin, "Still think Oikawa is better than me?"

You stood silent for a few seconds and then looked at his golden eyes. "Are you kidding me?!" You exclaimed, and just when he thought he was finally going to see you admitting he was, in fact, better than that Oikawa guy, you chuckled. "Oikawa could murder you, Kuroo. Don't get too full of yourself."

"What?" He asked in a rather cold voice that sent chills down your spine, though knowing it was just Kuroo, you ignored the threatening tone. "Don't try to intimidate me with that look, you asked the question, so you should be prepared for the answer, too."

"Did you- did you not see my spike just then? It was amazing!" You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, knowing he was fuming inside. He was going to keep on arguing, if it wasn't for Lev, who was cheerfully calling out for you.

''Y/N-san, could you throw me some balls, too?" He told you when he came next to you in two long strides.

"Sure-" You answered, but Kuroo interrupted. "No."

It was the threatening, cold voice he used that always managed to frighten Lev, just a little bit. "But Kuroo-san! She's been throwing you balls the last hour!" He whined, making you giggle. "He's right, you know. It's only fair if I help him, too." You told Kuroo, desperately trying not to laugh when you saw him pouting.

"No! He can work with Kenma, I'm the one that's helping you with chemistry, aren't? So you should help me with this." He told you, his hand pulling you away from Lev and closer to himself.

"You're the one who suggested helping me! And you forced me to throw you balls, too."

You shook your head side to side when Kuroo ignored you. "Lev, you either go practice spikes with Kenma right now, or you're running laps the rest of the practice."

You saw Lev's eyes widening as he hurriedly walked towards Kenma, though muttering to himself, "This is no fair. He gets to practice with the pretty girl!"

Kuroo took another ball from the basket and gave it to you, though he was still pouting. "I can't believe you were really going to choose him over me. You should be happy you're getting to practice with me. But no, it's always someone else, isn't it?" He mumbled under his breath as you bit your lips to try and not laugh. You knew he was only joking, he always was.

You sent the ball to the air, just a bit over his head as he jumped and hit the ball, harder than the last time, and with the sound of his hand hitting the ball, you also heard a pained grunt coming from him.

He sat on the floor, clutching his hand to his chest, and you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at the sight. "K-Kuroo, what happened? Are you okay? We should go to the infirmary!"

You tried to get him to stand on his feet, but he shook his head side to side, rather pulling you to sit down next to him. "I'm okay," he told you with a small smile. "It came straight down on my finger, so it hurts a little, but it happens more than you would believe. I should just bandage it, putting some ice on it would help, too."

Hearing it wasn't a big deal did have its effect on your crazy heartbeat, slowing it a bit, but you were still worried more than you would like to accept. You stood up, quickly gathering some bandages and ice, and walked back to him.

As you took his hand and analyzed the finger, you noticed it was only a bit red and that he was right, it wasn't a big deal, but you were still mad at him. "What the fuck, Kuroo?!" You muttered angrily as you pressed the ice on his hand, he hissed with the sudden contact.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" He shot back.

"You have to be more careful! What if something else had happened? What if it wasn't just okay with ice and bandages?! The school and your team need you, you know they do!"

You sighed when he stayed silent. "I thought you wanted to beat Oikawa, and you can't do it injured. You want to wear those cat ears, I presume?" You joked, and he smiled.

"So you think I can beat him if I'm not injured, huh? I think it's you who wants to wear the cat ears."

You noticed your mistake, your cheeks burning slightly, but chose not to answer him since you knew he would just tease you further if you did. "Here you go, it's all better." You told him when you were done with bandaging.

"Aren't you gonna kiss it better?" He asked with a teasing grin, and you rolled your eyes. "In your dreams, you big baby."

"But it still hurts, Y/N! It can't get better if you don't kiss it! The team needs me, you said it yourself!"

"Kuroo," you groaned, but he just pointed at his cheek. "Come on, no need to be shy." That jerk and his stupidly good looking grin. You weren't really sure why, but you leaned in, your face getting closer to his cheek. You only noticed what you were actually doing when you were so close to him that you could smell the light scent of smell mixed with his natural, woody scent.

"You stink." You lied.

"But you were about to kiss it better!" He whined as you stood up, and internally screamed at yourself for actually considering kissing him. "Shut up, I'm tired. Just text me when you're done with the practice." You told him as you walked to the exit, you needed the fresh breath of air.

***

"I deem you beyond hope. These are the basics of chemistry. How -the fuck- are you so bad at them?"

"I don't know!" You groaned for the millionth time. "I just can't do it, okay?" He rolled his eyes when you pouted. Maybe you were acting a tad too childish, but no one liked to be reminded of how dumb they were, especially not from a guy as hot as him.

"Okay, okay." He finally said when you kept pouting. "Let's take a break." He didn't miss your cute smile when you heard the word 'break'.

"How are you so bad at it, anyway? You're not as bad in the other subjects..." He then realized he had no idea how your other subjects were. "Right?" He asked, this time a little less confident.

"No." You told him with a glare. "It's something between me and chemistry, we just don't get along." You sighed, and without thinking much about it, you added, "chem is a mystery to me." Not expecting his eyes to widen and gasp at your small word game, you quirked your brow. "What?"

"Did you- did you just do a joke?!" He looked so genuinely shocked, you pouted.

"I am capable of joking!" You answered his accusation, noticing his grin. "Huh," he mumbled, "Since you never laugh at mine, I thought you just didn't understand them."

"I'll strangle you, Kuroo." You answered though you were smiling. "You were about to kiss me an hour ago, what's with the attitude?" He teased, and he thought it was the best thing, how horrified you looked at the accusation.

"I- I didn't- I wasn't going to-" As you choked on your words, he was having the time of his life. You faked a cough to try and hide how flustered you were, a pathetic attempt, really.

"Huh? You weren't going to kiss me? Is that what you're saying? Are you a liar, too, Y/N-chan?"

"Kuroo, shut the fuck up." You mumbled when you finally found it in yourself to form words. "How rude, princess." He giggled, dropping the topic and not even realizing the effect the pet name had on you.

"Don't call me that, jackass." You tried to be as rude as you could to hide the soft part of you showing, but he noticed, he always did.

"What, princess?"

When you didn't answer him, he grinned and leaned a little closer to you. "Is it making you excited, princess?"

"No way!" You blurted out. "Why should I get excited over you? It's just- weird." You answered, and he didn't press it on, though you could still feel his mocking eyes on you, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

***

"Hey!" You called out when you saw one small and one abnormally tall silhouette. "Kenma, Lev, could you guys help me out a bit?" You had two large boxes on your hands, hiding your face from them, but they instantly knew who you were.

"What are you doing?" Lev asked as he took the larger box from you, Kenma was holding one of the small boxes you had left behind to get on a second trip.

"Oh, it's the cheerleading equipment, they asked me if I could take them."

"All of them?" Kenma asked, a brow quirking questioningly. "Yeah, you know, being new and stuff I guess." You told with a little giggle.

"Yeah, no." Kenma told you with a monotone voice. "It's not being new and stuff, and don't think we missed how they're acting towards you." He looked at Lev. "Even he noticed it."

"Hey, what does that mean?!"

"They're not the kindest people around, that I admit." You answered. "But it's not unbearable, so..." You sent him a cheeky grin.

Kenma shrugged. "Whatever you say, just know what they're doing is not normal, and it's probably just gonna get worse."

You knew he was right, but the topic made you uncomfortable, so you just shrugged.

***

Hanging out with Kuroo was fun, you had to admit. Even though you were just studying, it was too much fun.

"How are you feeling? Are you stressed? Do you think you're ready? Do you think you'll pass? Oh my god, why am I so stressed?!" Kuroo blabbered on as he shook you by your shoulders with every word. "I'm okay, Kuroo. I'm feeling pretty good, actually, I think I'm ready."

He looked at you with worried eyes, though they looked a bit more relieved than they were just then.

"Okay, then. Go break a leg? Is that what you're supposed to say in situations like this?" Oh, shoot. Did he have to look so damn cute, worrying over you?

You chuckled as you shrugged, ignoring the warm feeling spreading through your body. "I'm not sure. You knew you didn't have to come all the way here, though, right?" He had insisted that he was going to drop you to the exam, and wait until you came back. He said he might even buy you a slice of cheesecake after if it went well, and who were you to say no?

"I wanted to come." He looked at his phone screen to check the hour. "Okay, you have to go now, but I'll be right here."

You weren't sure why, but that sentence filled you with a confidence you never knew you had. You felt like... you felt like if he was right here, supporting you, you could even overcome your greatest enemy, chemistry.

"Y-yeah, okay." You mumbled, turning around to go to school, but stopped when he suddenly shouted, "Wait!" You turned around, worried there was something you forgot -there was always something you forgot- but your worries died when you saw him grinning.

"Aren't you gonna ask for a good lucks kiss?"

"Oh my god, Kuroo." You rolled your eyes, once again turning to go, but this time he didn't let you walk away, not without a hug. "Well then, here's a good luck hug instead." As you felt his long arms around your body, you froze in your place, forgetting to even breathe.

He was warm, not a disturbing warm, though, the kind that caused you to smile, that made you feel safe, that made you think if he kept his arms around you, nothing bad could happen. So instead of pulling back, you wrapped your arms around him too, closing your eyes with the feeling and not even realizing that you were nuzzling your face in his neck.

You didn't notice the relieved smile that was on his face when you hugged him back, since he was half-sure you were going to push him away, he closed his eyes too and wrapped you even tighter, trying to etch this feeling in his mind so he could remember forever.

You could feel his face touching your hair, your bodies pressed together, you wondered if he could hear how hard your heart was beating. When he pulled back after a while, you felt a bit disappointed that it ended but hid that expression nonetheless. Now you couldn't stop thinking just how good he smelled and felt.

"Uh, thanks for that, I guess." You told him with an awkward giggle. "Sure thing, all you gotta do is ask, princess." He told you with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes and walk away.

***

Kuroo was a man of his word, so he waited two hours on exactly where you both had hugged each other.

When he realized he could still feel your lingering scent when the wind blew slightly and smiled, Kuroo knew he was in deep. He had never meant for it to go this way, he liked this weird thing you both had, constant teasing and challenging each other. He had no idea when he had caught feelings, but Kuroo wasn't a simple man, he knew that when he had feelings towards someone, it was too damn hard for him to let go.

He couldn't stop thinking about the hug that had passed just then, how you felt between his arms, how amazing you smelled, how good of a fit you two were.

So when he saw you exiting the school, he couldn't (didn't) suppress the smile that was forming on his face, and it only grew wider when you smiled back.

"How was it?" He asked when you came towards him. "It was gre-" Before you could finish your sentence, you found yourself pulled into a tight hug once again, though this time you didn't fight it one second.

"That's very nice to hear." He muttered into your hair, and you giggled. "I remember a promise about a cheesecake." You told him with a cheeky smile when his arms let go of your figure, that looked tiny next to him.

"Huh, cheesecake? Nope, can't think of anything related to that."

"Kuroo!" You whined.

"What? I don't even like cheesecake! How could I have known your exam was going to be okay when you suck this bad at chemistry?" He protested.

He still took you to eat cheesecake, and not only one slice, but as much as you'd liked.

"So, you're gonna cheer for me, huh?" He told you as he watched you chew on the giant piece of cake you had just gotten in your mouth. You could swear he was only asking questions when you were chewing, cause it was a little too often his questions had caught you munching on food, at this point.

You glared at him as he shot you an innocent look, he grinned like a mad man the whole time you tried to swallow your bite. "I don't know, I haven't decided yet." You finally answered.

"You can't tell me you're going to cheer for that Oikawa guy." He huffed, though you knew he was damn serious at his question. "No, I'm going to cheer for Lev." You shot back, and he groaned.

"You're forgetting that I'm paying for all these." He grinned, causing you to choke on the bite you just took. He laughed and passed you the water, watching you drink it down.

"Yeah, you're right." You told him with a cheeky grin.

***

"Oh, shit, I'm so fucking stressed, I'm going to die." Yaku mumbled. "You don't have to be stressed, Yaku-san! You practiced so much, I know you're going to win!" Your captain cheered excitedly. (you forgot about her, didn't you, haha)

Huh, you thought. Maybe Kuroo was right about you sucking at giving motivation.

"Thanks." Yaku mumbled with an awkward smile, trying to escape from her overly cheerful manner.

"Kuroo-san, how are you feeling?" She asked as she walked towards him, making the girls in your team giggle with anticipation. "I'm okay, thanks." He mumbled, his eyes searching through the crowd, stopping when they found you. Without even noticing that the cheerleader captain was talking to him, he walked towards you with a mocking grin on his face.

"I need to get my good luck kiss before I go on the court, you know. And this time, I'm not settling for a hug." It might have been something you could laugh at, if you weren't in public and both of your teams weren't looking at you, mouths agape, eyes widened with shock.

You could hear Kenma face-palming himself.

"Sh-shut it, Kuroo! It's not the time for teasing." You told him, feeling your cheeks heating up.

"Come on, just one kiss." He continued as he leaned in, caging you and leaving you breathless. You knew he was joking, but no one else did, and sometimes, you weren't so sure either, especially when he looked at you like that.

So you did the best thing you could.

You ran away.

Not bothering to look back or answer his questions, you ran until you couldn't see him. You had no idea how you were going to explain this to your team, especially to the captain. She didn't like you already, and this was probably just going to make everything worse.

So you stayed there until you heard Nekoma being called out on the court, leaving the room half-heartedly, scared of what you were going to face.

You could feel the lingering eyes on you, hear the whispers following you, and you did your best to ignore them, but you knew you could break down crying any second now. When you saw the captain glaring at you, you bit your lip, trying to focus on the dance.

You could feel the boys looking at you to see if you were okay or not, trying to get you to look at them too, but you refused to do so since you were a little scared of what you would see.

Though the whispers and glares toned down and died when the game started since the game took all your attention. You watched as Kenma passed the ball to Lev, he jumped so high and hit the ball so hard, you gasped. The ball passed between Aoba Jouhsai and Nekoma, neither of them looking like they were going to accept losing.

You could see everyone giving their bests, even Kenma looked fired about the game, Lev blocking the ball like his life depended on it, Oikawa using tricks and strategies that just amazed you.

The game was breathtaking, every touch on the ball had you gasping, making you sit on the edge of your seat, turning your knuckles white.

The only times you could hear the whispers running after you were the times there were breaks, and the cheerleading team was dancing on the court.

Wasn't this supposed to be fun? It felt like torture, instead. You could feel your teammates nudging you with an elbow every once and then, causing you to lose your balance, snickering when you stumbled. At this point, you were just counting minutes till the game ended.

Kuroo must've noticed something was wrong since, at one point, he started to wave at you until you saw him, and when you looked at him, he sent you a thumbs up as if he was trying to ask if you were okay, not noticing he was the problem.

You just plastered a smile on your face and nodded your head, trying to make him go back to the game. He sent you a cheeky grin in response, now more determined to win more than ever.

The game went on, and it was finally the third and the last set. To give the team more of a boost, the cheerleading was going on on the side of the court.

You would've enjoyed this, you really would, if it weren't for the now rougher pushes you've been getting from the other girls. It was starting to hurt, you had to admit, and not only physically, too. No one liked being laughed at, especially when they had no one to help them get through this, and you were feeling more alone then you have ever felt before.

Though all your thoughts disappeared when you saw Kuroo jumping with all his might and hitting the ball Kenma had just sent him. The ball went straight down, without anyone on the other side of the net being able to receive it.

He had scored the match point. They won, you realized.

Your eyes wide, hands up in the air, shaking the black and red pompoms in your hand as you cheered with the rest of your team, beaming with happiness.

You suddenly noticed the cat-like eyes on you, and your eyes found him too. He was grinning widely, everyone around him screaming with victory, and it somehow felt like the time had stopped as you looked at each other. His arms were wide open as if he was inviting you for a hug, his lips were moving like he was trying to tell you something, and you focused your gaze on is lips, narrowing your eyes and leaning a bit closer-

You felt a sharp pain on the side of your body, leaving you breathless for a second or more, making your eyes water, and because you were leaning forward and your focus was fully somewhere else, you couldn't find your balance, falling forward.

You would've fallen right on your face if you hadn't put your hand on the ground in instinct, but now it was your hand and your ankle which had twisted badly when you fell, that had taken the blow. You looked up, just to find one of the girls looking at you with an uninterested pout, though you weren't sure who it was that had pushed you.

You could feel your eyes stinging with tears unshed, your ankle and wrist throbbing with pain, and it wasn't even the pain that caused you to tear up. You felt so self-conscious, falling in front of all these people, in front of him, you wanted to run away.

Trying to stand up, you gasped as you felt the pain in your ankle, just making the stinging in your eyes and the lump in your throat worse. You knew you would've fallen once again if it wasn't for the sudden support under your arms.

You couldn't recognize him for a second with the cold, almost scary look he had on his face, his eyes looking threateningly sharp as he helped you stand on your legs, walking you out of the gym.

Neither of you talked until you were finally alone in a room, and he had sat you on the bench. He sat right next to you, and the silence was unbearable, but you knew the second you attempted to talk, you would break down crying.

He somehow seemed to know that, so instead of trying to make you talk, you felt his hands wrapping you in a tight hug, and that was when you lost control over your emotions. You couldn't help the tears running down your face, wetting your cheeks, the sobs shaking your body between his arms, your arms hugging him even tighter as you replayed everything in your mind.

"I'm sorry," you managed to mumble between your sobs, "I'm so sorry, Kuroo." You didn't know why exactly you were apologizing, maybe it was because he had to be here with you instead of celebrating his victory, or maybe something else.

You stopped apologizing when you felt his hand touching your hair so softly, you almost couldn't feel it. "Shh," he whispered, "it's okay, no need to be sorry."

You nodded, you weren't even sure how long you stayed in that position, but you had already stopped crying when he talked again. "Are you feeling better now?"

You nodded, not even trying to pull back since it felt too good to be between his arms. His hand was still caressing your hair, though it was a little different this time since you felt something sliding between your hair, something that suspiciously felt like a headband with a pair of cat ears.

You tried to suppress your smile, but couldn't, so you just giggled. "You asshole." You mumbled and felt the laughter bubbling in his chest.

"I love you too, princess."

Epilogue:

You were sitting on the couch as Kuroo gathered the snacks. It was movie night, though as you surfed through the channels, you found something even more interesting.

"Baby, come quick! It's live from Oikawa's game." You told him as you watched the game a little too closely, Kuroo noticed. As an attempt to keep his girl, Kuroo sat right next to you on the couch, an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You could feel him pulling you closer and closer to himself every time you gasped or cheered for Oikawa until you were almost on top of him.

"Tetsu, are you jealous?" You finally asked, desperately trying to hold yourself from laughing at his pouting face.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?" You were going to say something, but he answered his own question. "Because my girlfriend is far more interested in a guy on tv than her boyfriend that's sitting right next to him?"

"I'm not interested in him!" You protested, trying to ignore the amazing spike Oikawa just did, but he noticed it. Pouting and looking away -though not attempting to get away from you whatsoever- he looked like a little boy.

"Ah, come on, you know you'll always be my number one." You told him with a giggle, and you knew when you pecked his cheek with a light kiss, he couldn’t stay mad at you.

"You know, you really hurt my feelings there." He muttered though he was grinning as he leaned his face closer to yours.

"Did I?" You asked with an equally cheeky grin, and he nodded, now even closer that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

"I kinda need you to kiss it better."

Kiss it better, you did.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years ago

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BAND AID

Nishinoya x reader

Another wElL tHouGht, cAreFuLly cOmpOseD title

Summary: This is how you treat your boyfriend when he defends you against bad guys

Theme: soft, and I guess little violence(????)

"Here's your change."

"Thank you," you said to the convenience store cashier before taking your plastic bag.

You start walking towards the seats that are meant for customers to use.

You see the familiar figure of Noya. With his back facing you. The way the spike-ness of his hair stood out from the crowd pisses you off. No, actually, his looks and figure did nothing wrong. It's just that your mad of what he did.

Without breaking any noise, you stood in front of where Nishinoya is sitting. He looks up with this adorable look in his face.

Cute. If only he isn't covered up with bruise from the brawl earlier.

Now you're angrier than you were.

"Y/N-"

You didn't even give Noya a chance to speak. You shut him out by aggressively sitting at the chair across his. You placed the plastic bag on the table.

Surprised, Noya checks it, "What is this-"

You shut him out again by dropping the things you bought earlier.

"Antibiotic...massage oil...toothpaste..." He mutters out loud as he scans the contents of your plastic bag one by one, "Perfume, shampoo, alcohol?"

He looks up to you. Again, with that adorable look. You would've pinched his cheeks hard if only they weren't swollen at the moment!

"Y/N...what are these for?" He asks with that usual tone he uses. You love how energetic he could be but anything he does at this moment just seems to make you hate him even more.

"Shut up," you hissed as you roll your eyes, "Let me see your face," you demanded.

Now, Noya looked bothered, "Eh, hehe, you don't have to-"

"Noya-san," you cut him off. You crossed your arms tight to prove how you're not up for games at the moment, "Face. Now," you repeated.

He sighed as he scratches his forehead. He leans his face forward enough for you to see how bad his face is.

A cut on his lip, swollen cheeks, and eye bags that are close to purple. You wanted to cry of what has Nishinoya's face become!

You glance at the things you bought. You tried to recall the times where you get yourself injured and you had someone aid it for you. But you rarely get hurt, thus, you're not that associated with anything that is medically useful.

Toothpaste...?

You lift the tube of toothpaste and placed it near Nishinoya's face. Noya tilts his head to the side, curious of what you're trying to achieve.

You shook your head when you realized toothpaste is not the answer. You put it down and scanned your eyes to the things you bought once more.

Band aid? Definitely. But aren't you supposed to do something before placing it?

What are you supposed to do? Ritual?

You heaved a heavy sigh out of your frustration. You're completely clueless!

"Y/N, what-"

"I'm trying to think of ways of treating your wound!" You told him as you massaged your temples.

In movies, they often use cotton balls. What do you apply to it, though? Ointment?

The only ointment you bought is a pimple removal (since you ran out of one at home so might as well buy) and you don't need to be a genius to know that that wouldn't fix Noya-san's cut and bruise.

You looked at the small bottle of ethyl alcohol. Could it be...?

You took a cotton ball and opened the ethyl alcohol. You were on the process of dabbing it when Noya interrupts.

"W-Wait! Where are you going to use the alcohol for?!" He asks, completely surprised of what you're doing.

You glared at him. The audacity to talk to you even when you still haven't forgiven him?

But you're soft for him anyways, "Treating your wounds?" You said in the coldest tone possible.

"Y/N, I-I don't think alcohol is right..." He says it with a smile that looked like he was so close to taking a dump.

You glanced at the alcohol bottle, "It says it will kill germs-"

"It will sting, you know!" Nishinoya cries as he pounds his fist in to the table to prove his point, "It will sting!" He repeats.

You can't help but blush with the embarassment of not knowing what to do. Out of frustration, you poured a good amount of alcohol to the cotton ball, good enough to actually wet it.

You literally saw Nishinoya's soul ascend from his body as he stares at the wet cotton ball in your fingers.

"Don't tell me what to do!" You exclaimed as you cupped his swollen cheeks to pull it towards you more.

"Ow, ow! My cheek-"

"Shut up!" You screamed as you recklessly dab the cotton ball to the cut in his lips.

"HOLY FU-"

"Noya-san!" You said while blushing. Not only were you embarassed of how you pulled his swollen cheek, inflicting pain, but you were also embarassed of how the two of you have become the center of attraction at the nearby customers with Nishinoya's screams.

"Noya-san, you're embarassing us!" You said as your cheeks flush while trying to avoid eye contact with other people.

"It stings! It stings!" He whines as he pounds his hands in to the table, hoping to channel the pain he feels to the object.

Giving up (and embarassed), you let go of his face. Nishinoya immediately moves his head away from you. He sniffs as he touch his swollen cheeks while glaring at you.

You know so well you're cheeks are still red but you couldn't care less, "What?!" You ask him.

He pouts, glaring at you for the last time, before looking away, "Nothing..."

Silence consumed your table. From time to time, you look at Noya to see what he's doing but you always catch him just staring at the passerby outside the store.

In discreet, you took your phone and went to Google to search only to realize it was a bad idea now that you're scrolling through the search results, reading all these scientific terms you do not know off.

Minutes passed and none of you two is initiating the talk. You don't usually get in to fights so you're completely clueless on how to apologize to Noya.

You glance at him again, his arms are loosely crossed at his chance, his eyes looking down with a pout in his lips. You feel his legs kicking underneath the table as he mumbles nothing to the air.

Guilt crept in to your heart. You closed your eyes before taking the box of band aid you bought.

You stood from your chair. Noya immediately raises his gaze to look at you. As you walk towards him, you can see how he tries to stop his brows from twitching in to a furrow.

You silently sat beside him, clearing your throat as you open the box of band aid.

"What are you doing?" You can clearly hear how he's sulking with the stunt you did.

You pout slightly as you take one band aid, "I'm going to put this in your wound..." You mumbled.

You look at him and somehow, it's hard to look at his sulking eyes. It's as if you've done something wrong and you're guilty enough to avert your gaze.

I mean, you did do something wrong.

You slightly faced your body towards his, your eyes glued at the band aid in your hands.

You placed the band aid at the cut near his lips. You felt him wince as you place it lightly which made you pause.

"Sorry..." You mumbled as you take another band aid for the cut near his eyes this time.

"Mmm..." Noya nods as his eyes follows your hands.

You ripped the band aid open and placed it at the cut, slightly tapping it to see if it's placed well.

"I'm sorry, Noya-san," there you finally were able to say it, "I didn't mean to hurt you..." You added as you take another band aid.

In your peripheral vision, you see Noya reach for his nape, slightly scratching it, "I'm sorry, too..." He said.

"For getting in to a fight?"

He scoffed, "No? For screaming at you earlier. I would never apologize for fighting those douchebags," he says.

You drop the band aid as you look at him, back with your annoyed face, "You didn't have to do that!"

He glares at you, "What do you want me to do? Let them talk bad about you?"

You sighed, "They're just bystanders. I can easily ignore them," you tell him.

Now his jaw drops, "How can you just ignore them? They were gawking at you and are saying things about you!" He pointed out.

You furrowed your brows, "It happens everytime, you know?"

"Well, I will not let it happen if you're with me!" He says, "Those bastards deserve it!"

You chuckled, "But you barely landed a punch though..."

Nishinoya looks at you, clearly offended. His hand is in his chest with his jaw dropped as he looks at you with ridiculed eyes.

"Excuse me? What did you say, huh?" He says.

You can't help but laugh louder, "It's true though! They were as big as Asahi-san!"

Noya's face turns red as he soon as you laughed. He looks away, crossing his arms tensely as he attempts to melt in to his seat (which is clearly useless).

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," you said as you see him slowly going to sulk mode again, "Sorry for laughing."

"Hmph! You don't sound sorry at all..." He says.

"Eh? But I am!" You exclaimed, "But seriously, Yū..."

He looks at you in a flash. He likes it when you call him Yū and you knew that well.

You flash a sincere smile, "Thank you for defending me earlier...and... I'll be careful next time."

Now he's sporting this confident grin as he scratch his chin, "Heh. You should! Or else I'd get these again."

"Yeah, yeah, I will," you rode along with his arrogance, "Now let me treat your cheeks."

"Okay, but, Y/N, you can't treat swollen cheeks with band aids."

#Nishinoya #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya yu #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya headcanons #haikyuu imagines

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inkykeiji · 3 years ago

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It's okay I lost my/our tags too 😂

You're giving me the >:( ? Aw. I wouldn't really have you being a brat but it can be excused this time. Tch.

I did, you smart little girl. Look at that.

You're right, only the OGs will. 😂 Well for you guys that are new, I'm Clari's dabi anon! She got me a tag for it too 😌

I joke to myself if you'll be able to recognize me doll, but you always do huh. Good! I'm your comfort character that means something lil stitch. You get kisses for all your big brain 😚

You can, go on, throw your tantrum.

Aw doll, I know, definitely feel fucking bad for that, I'll tell boss you're taking me away yeah, anything my kitty wants. All the kisses and hugs she wants, as many as you need okay?

Clari is my favorite favorite. You hear me?

I'm surprised you didn't devour all of your candy yet? Who are you and what did you do with my kitty?! Is that so? I'll accept your chocolate.

I'm super super special huh how adorable, not fair at all.

Hm, something good? Course.

What about my belt then? Will you take good care of it for me, doll? I take a guess that you can do it. 😉

I missed you lots too, dollface.

Maybe it's our inside joke 😂

- Dabi, Touya.

#its okay if you're greedy shhhh #she complains about her discord emojis again #god the amount of emojis she has to use against me #yours all yours #mine too #in case any of you didn't know #thanks for coming to my ted talk #i like my tags 😌

hahahaha YESSSSS (´∀｀)♡ i’m getting away with it this time Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ hehehehehehe

i am!!! i am your smart lil girl!!! i love it when u talk all condescending to meeee 🥺

hehehe he’s my faaaaavourite <333 and HE is very greedy, too (*/ω＼*) he has like,,,, 6 tags??? 8 tags?????? i’ve completely lost track; i think it’s 8!!!

OF COURSE i always do, silly!!!!! instantly!!! how could i not :( eeeee yes thank u for the kisses 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i always want more :(

WAIT ARE U ACTUALLY ALLOWING ME TO THROW A TANTRUM OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!! holy shit this is an absolutely monumental moment omg it’ll go down in the history books!!!!!

yes >:( tell him right away!!!!! he’s no longer allowed to have you at all >:( mine mine mine!!! oh? anything???

favourite favourite!!! the most favourite!!! hehe <3 and no, i didn’t, i’m tryna be a good girl n eat it in moderation 🥺 and maybe i was saving some for you juuuust in case you happened to pop by (*/ω＼*)

you are!! you are the most special!! the specialist!!! my favourite!!!!!

:o !!!!!!! your belt!!! yes yes please mister i will take your belt >:) and i’ll take extra good care of it, pinky promise!!! you know how much i love that belt :(

ehehehe i seem to recall many conversations about being greedy and selfish and mine mine mine yours yours yours sooooooooo 🙊

look at this guy and his cute tags 🥺 HAHAHAHA oh my gosh you know what??? you should be grateful i’m not using the cursed faces on you!!! remember those!?

#WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY KITTY #HAHAHAHA #ur so cuuuuuute <333 #oh my gosh you’ve totally spoiled me today <333 #aaaaaaah i’m so !!!!!!!!!!!!#(*/ω＼*)#i missed you lots n lots n lots!!!!!#thank you for visiting 🥺🥺#also!!!!! don’t scold me i’m going to bed now!!!#OH MY GOSH remember that time #i was up until like 5am HAHAHA and someone on my blog was scolding me #and i was like ‘ah ik ik i gotta go to bed’#but in the back of my mind i was like ‘oh god oh no he’s going to wake up soon’#AND YOU DID #i will never forget that ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING AWAKE RIGHT NOW’ message hehehe #i was like ‘oh no;;;; he’s up;;;;;;;’#hehehe trouble <3 #dabi not touya #dabi IS touya #touyaaaaa💖#dabi; touya #© clari’s dabi anon #© dabi’s little baby big responsibility #big bear ( ͒•ㅈ• ͒) n lil kitty (=^･ｪ･^=)#clari gets mail #from her faaaaavourite <333333333333

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Stratos and Oona (story part 4)

* A week has passed since the last part of the president's story, Pac, cyli, spiral, they were still very puzzled by the attitude of the president in the end, Sir.c was suspicious about the date of birth of cedrick, he kept watching doubtfully to the president *

Pac: Sir Sir.c, Still still baffled

Sir.c: yes pacman, I still doubt that the behavior of the president...

Pac: and I haven't asked him

Sir.c: no, I don't want to be reckless with my friend, but I don't know if you want to talk to me..:v

Pac: and if we ask his mom

Sir.c: I don't think you know ..

PAc: neither his sister, nor Elli

Sir.c: elli and arimette I don't think they will respond to that either ... I think we have to leave it at that.

Pac: good * says discouraged *

*outside*

Pinky: hello pac chan ... x3 how's my favorite yellow doing x3

Pac: very discouraged guys ..

Clyde: what's up dude? * asks as usual in his slimy eyes *

Pac: it's about the president's son

Inky: Are you talking about that boy who looks like a dwarf betrayus?🙄

PAc: uh .. yes ..

Blinky: hey pacman do you remember the day we met that boy?

Pac: HAHAHAHA That was a crazy adventure

Pinky: and when I looked at him I wanted to give him lots of kisses and hugs ..> 3 <

Clyde: you always want to give kisses and hugs, fresona yandere

Pac: changing the subject, he has betrayus in his hands again: c

Blinky: well you know how to always try to steal the warehouse ..

* in the round house *

Stratos: Yes, collapse that place, it has been there for almost nine 9, I know it was a commander base and it is a historical area, but it is already forgotten, I do not care! just destroy that betrayus base and now!

* Sir.c enters *

Stratos: hello Sir.c !? How can I help you..

Sir.c: well friend I have no other things to do, but tell me what you do

Stratos: well, I ordered the demolition of a base by my brother, since that base had been inactive for 9 years now, it seemed too stupid to continue having it there.

Sir.c: which base do you mean, hey, was that base where you went to check some more men, to discover all the observatories of Commander Betrayus' tactics?

Stratos: hehe yes ... now if you'll excuse me I'm going to have dinner, together with my son, if you don't mind of course ..

Sir.c: yes of course .. there is no doubt. Heh ..

* betrayus looking from his slimy camera *

Dr.Buttocks: haha without a doubt the very heavy of your brother barely knows how to hide .. xD

Betrayus: It is incredible that after almost 10 years I continue to cultivate that story, although when I think about it I never get to know crush, although the name oona is not so well known to me

Buttler: there is love, the sweet love of the old man

Betrayus: nobody asked your opinion buttler ¬-¬

Buttler: you have to be rude 7-7

Betrayus: well let's see what my older brother is holding * laughs evilly *

*in the dinner*

Cedrick: Dad for dinner

Stratos: toasted bread, and fruit jam ..

Cedrick: again? Why don't we have dinner like Molly's family? >:T

Stratos: no complaints drick, it's all we'll eat ..

Cedrick: oh so bad, do you think we can have a mashed potato tomorrow?

Stratos: I'll see, now he has dinner * he says while eating his toast *

* in his bed late at night *

Stratos: shit .. what do I do with my son and my past .. * she says looking at the ceiling while her past recovers in her mind *

"stratos"

Stratos: OONA!

Oona: I see you very anxious, because you can't sleep

Stratos: Tomorrow Sir.c, the sergeant spheria and more soldiers who do not know will go to a new platoon, which would be a death sentence, in which one of them will not return .. and the worst thing is that it will last 7 days and 7 nights indefinitely

Oona: it's good that you don't go, I don't know what our baby would do without you, or without me

Stratos: oona when all this is over we will get married.. and we will form a great and perfect family I feel it inside me * he says as he touches oona's belly *

* The next morning Stratos had risen early to make simple coffee, he was looking at the cloudy morning of the day, the sky seemed to be depressing, today would start that platoon in which his friend and the sergeant would fight to the death *

Stratos: I wonder how others will go without me * he says taking a sip *

"NGH! S..STRATOS"

Stratos: oona !?

Oona: ngh .. I think it's time .. it's time ..! ngh!

Stratos: OH in the name of world pac! the baby is already to come!

Oona: PLEASE! TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! * she says while amniotic fluids and a little blood come out of her crotch *

Stratos: Don't worry, everything will be fine! just hold on!

Oona: Ngh! Thank you..

*at the hospital*

Stratos: Someone help! my girlfriend is going to give birth!

Doctor: So soon! please take Oona winefrida to the delivery room!

Stratos: you will be fine love and you will be with our baby

"MR. PRESIDENT"

Stratos: WAAAAAAHH! What happens!

Guard: Mr. President, it is already 9 am .. your son did not go to school and the worst thing is that the alarm has been ringing for almost an hour ..

Stratos: oh hell .. I was having a very deep sleep ..

* eight hours later *

Cedrick: SIIIII, THREE DAYS WITHOUT CLASS

Stratos: good son (damn it was my fault it wasn't, tomorrow I will have to give a summons to the school principal)

Pac: good morning Mr. President

Cyli: because cedrick is not at school

Stratos: I fell asleep from more boys ... I really sleep like a wintering bear ^^;

Pac: Well we are 2

Spiral: and that counts again sir

Stratos: not at all guys? and how was it in this mission against the underworld

Pac: as always sir ..

Stratos: I'm glad to hear that

Pac: But we hear they demolished an abandoned base of Commander Betrayus.

Cyli: yes and as soon as we found out that on that same base you and a group of other soldiers investigated that place.

Spiral: what was it like to be in that place ...

Stratos: terrifying, it was as if my brother caught me with his shadow of death on my back ..

Pac, cyli and spiral: woaaaa ...

Stratos: We found all the plans and strategies of this same one ... which fortunately were discarded before they came to light ...

Pac: or that sounds great

Stratos: hehehe .. yes ..

Sir.c: and speaking of that mission ... I also heard that in that same place there was an area where there were probably experiments that are currently unknown.

Stratos: I had forgotten that, but at the same time it was disgusting.

*after that the boys and the president continued with their daily routines of the day, stratos still could not sleep because of what Sir.c had said, experiments on that basis, stratos knew what it meant*

Stratos: god of pac-world kill me ..

"stratos ..."

*said a calm voice in the background*

Stratos: who is!

"many years have passed.."

Stratos: that voice, it seems so familiar to me ..

"That's right, it's me, you remind me"

*suddenly a ghostly light appeared, its color was white and it had the appearance of a fish, she approached stratos carefully*

Stratos: oona! it's really you! are you her spirit

Oona: s stratos, they have let me come to the surface world to see you but my time is limited...

Stratos: where are you now?

Oona: in the heavenly kingdom, it is a wonderful place, only pac-worldes who were good in your life are welcome ..

Stratos: Oona, why are you here?

Oona: I see that you don't sleep well, you don't think clearly, but you can't stay like this at will.

Stratos: cedrick what have you seen? even if it's not your blood and flesh ..

Oona: although it is not my blood and my flesh, I love it, although it does not replace the pain we have been through since our baby was born.

Stratos: I ... I still remember that fateful day, I was supposed to be the happiest, but fate took it from us ...

Doctor: Mister spheros ..

Stratos: how is she doing?

Doctor: even at rest, sir, but there were many complications in childbirth.

Stratos: what happened? she and the baby?

Doctor: the baby is a girl, but how strong is it ..?

Stratos: how strong am I, well how strong to face the commander ^^;

Doctor: I'm very sorry sir .. look at it for your own eyes ..

Stratos: those words froze me, when I entered the room I could find you resting, while next to you our baby in her crib, but when I held her, I realized that her tender and soft cold skin told me that nothing was right with she .. couldn't even hear any single heartbeat in her. Because I wasn't crying ...

Doctor: I am sorry to tell you, Mr. Spheros, the girl died within oona 2 days before birth. We have analyzed it. You and Winefrida were not compatible with having children, it is hard but they must overcome it.

Stratos: Incopatible! ..

Doctor: .. you cannot have children with another person ..

Stratos: I .. no .. * he says as he hugged his crying baby *

Continue...

#pmatga #pac man and the ghostly adventures #pacman and the ghostly adventures #fanfic #cedrick #spheros

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