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vennilavee · 4 years ago

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pairing: levi x reader- grad school/boxer au (set in 2:58 AM//bare knuckles universe) summary: it’s levi’s birthday and you’re his present. word count: 4052 warnings: smoking (shisha), smut in the form of: oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, oc is lowkey a pillow princess, oc cries (bc levi’s stroke game is too good), edging, spitting (dont @ me). 18+ !!!! a/n: ummm what can i say other than...happy birthday to my mans. and yes i listened to pink matter by frank ocean on repeat while writing this

Levi and birthdays were a tricky thing- he stubbornly refused to do anything over the top every year that you’d known him. His birthday celebrations have almost always been something that his friends have planned, or for the past few years, they’ve been celebrations that you have planned. His birthday fell during winter break, but this year neither of you were heading home. He was staying on campus for his internship and you were staying on campus to apply for jobs and give Levi company.

Besides, your family’s home wasn’t far from campus anyway.

He had had a boxing match earlier in the week, and had come out relatively unscathed with a few still healing bruises and welts over his knuckles. Despite your many attempts to dissuade him from underground boxing, none of them worked. He was good at it, great even, and he made more money underground boxing than he could ever hope to make at his internship. Besides, he had promised you that he was almost ready to quit.

You refused to let him splurge on you the way you knew he wanted to. If he was going to hurt himself to save up money for his mother, then every penny of his boxing money would go towards that.

Levi could splurge on you later, as you often reminded him when it was late at night and he would voice to you how you deserve more. You scoffed at him, telling him that he knew you better than that. Besides, his kisses, his touch, his time was worth more than anything. Him coming back to you unscathed was worth more than a pretty piece of jewelry.

That didn’t stop him from getting you a beautiful gold necklace for your birthday. He needed to get you at least one thing for you to show off. You had protested immediately- you were both struggling for money, to make ends meet as graduate students. But he had silenced you- “Let me treat you just this once.”

And you couldn’t argue with that.

So today, you choose to keep Levi’s birthday lowkey, just how he prefers it. Just you and him. He’s spending most of the day at his internship, and then will be meeting Erwin and Hange for a quick drink. And then he’ll be having dinner with you.

He had asked you several times if you had wanted to join him for drinks, but you waved him off. Telling him to spend time with his friends, and that you’d go to his apartment once he came back.

Levi had kissed you goodbye in the morning, letting you linger over his chapped lips for a few minutes longer.

You’re satisfied in letting him leave in the morning, as you had woken him up early with a birthday blowjob. The rest can wait until after he comes home.

You had given instructions to Erwin and Hange to keep Levi with them for as long as they could. After all, you had to finish baking the mini lemon tarts you wanted to make for Levi, make dinner, and get ready.

You were going to wear your baby pink satin-y dress. The one with thin straps. The one that Levi loved on you.

Anticipation floods through you as minutes tick by. You were multitasking- rolling dough, chopping meat, green chilis and vegetables up for the jiaozi and noodles that you wanted to make for dinner while checking the oven. Levi had given you his mother’s recipe for jiaozi, and you were eager to try it out.

Hopefully it came out as good as his mom’s.

You'd told Levi you’d be heading back to your own place to tidy up and fix up your resume, but really you had just snuck back into his apartment to start cooking with the spare key he had given you.

His kitchen smells wonderful and spicy mixed with sweet. A thin layer of sweat pools over your brow as you make sure that the broth is just right and the tarts aren’t too overdone. You’d even bought wine and whiskey- the wine mainly for you, and the whiskey for him.

Once the dough has rested for long enough, you add soy sauce, rice wine, salt and pepper to the meat and mix it. Then, you cut the dough into thin slices and add the meat filling to it. Before wetting the dough and folding the edges, you pull the tarts out of the oven.

Maybe you had prepared the tarts too early. Oh well, that’s okay.

You cook the jiaozi and pan-fry them, satisfied at the golden brown, crispy texture of them.

You make several servings of spicy Szechuan chili garlic noodles, to save as leftovers for tomorrow. You love noodles, and chili garlic noodles are one of Levi’s favorites.

Perfect. You still have around forty minutes left to get ready. If you move quickly, that’s all you’d need.

The small dining table in Levi’s extended kitchen is set with two plates, a glass of whiskey for Levi and a glass of red wine for you. You had strung more pink fairy lights around his living room and kitchen, giving the walls a faint, romantic glow.

Not that Levi knows what’s awaiting him. He’s not even expecting you in his apartment, but when he fumbles with the keys and sees the pink glow washing over his walls he knows you’ve been by.

But then he sees you sitting on the couch in his favorite baby pink dress with your legs crossed and a soft smile. You swirl your glass of wine at him expectantly, before setting it on the coffee table and greeting him at the door.

“Hey,” You murmur, smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt with your hands, “Welcome home.”

Levi can’t take his eyes off of the red of your lips. He plants his hands over your hips, drawing you in closer to him. He traces over the curve of your jaw, eyeing the necklace sitting nice and pretty at the base of your throat. Levi dips his head to kiss your clavicle easily.

“Hey,” Levi drawls, “You all pretty for me?”

“No,” You roll your eyes, “‘M all pretty for me. You’re just an added bonus.”

“Even on my birthday?”

“Shut up,” You laugh, swatting his shoulder, “Go wash up. I made you something.”

Levi palms and smacks your ass generously, swallowing your soft sigh with his lips before ducking out to wash his hands. You watch him walk away from you, enjoying the way his dress shirt clings to his narrow waist and his broad shoulders. You ring your own hands in slight nervousness, hoping that he enjoys the food you prepared for him.

You know he will. But still, you like compliments and you’re not above admitting that.

You refill your wine glass, nearly jumping when Levi wraps his arms around your waist. His hands are warm against your belly, sending a bolt of desire through your spine.

“Started drinkin’ without me?” He murmurs, voice low in your ear.

“No,” You shake your head, “I had a glass as I was cooking. That doesn’t count.”

Levi’s hand slips up the slit of your dress, squeezing your thighs and trailing up your leg. “You made us dinner?”

“And dessert,” You mumble with a nod, turning in his arms and gesturing to the dinner table. Levi’s eyes soften when he sees the set up of the dinner table- two neatly prepared plates with steaming food. How had he not smelled it when he walked in?

Probably because he was too taken with the scent of your perfume.

“It’s not much,” You mumble shyly, “But-”

Levi cuts your words off with a searing kiss, pulling you into his chest and cradling your neck. “It’s everything, angel,” Levi says, pressing his forehead to yours, “You’re everything.”

Your painted lips split into a bashful smile, and you push his hair out of his eyes to press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Levi kisses you again in gratitude, soft and chaste. His hands are rough over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He takes your hand and seats you in his lap in one swift movement, shifting you until you fit within the crevices of his chest.

You reach over for your plate and glass of wine, waiting for him to take the first bite of jiaozi. His eyes widen in appreciation, a soft hum coming from his chest.

“Tastes so good,” Levi murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

“Really?” You perk up, turning to look at him, “It was my first time, I wasn’t sure if I got them quite right-”

“Really,” Levi says, “Thank you for this.”

“Just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you,” You shrug, unable to stop the smile from spreading, “You deserve it, baby.”

Levi hooks his chin over your shoulder, patting your thigh to wordlessly tell you to eat with him. After a few bites, you admit-

“You’re right, I did do a good job,” You giggle, the noise almost high pitched with the addition of wine. Levi tugs your hand into his, admiring the soft lilac color of your nails as he takes a generous sip of his whiskey.

“You did,” Levi trails off flatly, nosing at your neck. You both finish your plates quietly with gratuitous sips of wine and whiskey in between respectively. The soft material of your dress is always within Levi’s touch- he loves this dress on you because it only just ghosts over the nearly hidden lines and curves of your body.

He thinks it makes you look ethereal.

By the time you finish your plates off, you’re feeling the effects of wine curling in your limbs. Making you a little more affectionate than normal, not wanting to let go of Levi’s hand. Always touching him, somehow.

Levi puts your plates away and washes them quickly as you box up the food for leftovers for tomorrow. “Hey, guess what,” You murmur, “I packed the bowl for us-”

You gesture to the living room, where your pink and purple hookah sits tall and pretty next to the coffee table. Your hookah has been your trusty friend for the last few years, and you had even introduced Levi to it. Your hookah has now made a home in Levi’s apartment as well. Even though you had taught him how to use it, he had slowly become the one to pack the shisha into the bowl whenever you both wanted to smoke and clean the water out.

You claimed that the shisha would stain your nails. He had rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. You were such a princess, but you were his princess.

“Oh wow, is it a special occasion?” He says dryly, with the arch of his eyebrow.

“It’s just some guy’s birthday,” You reply without missing a beat, earning yourself a squeeze of your ass. You sit next to him on the couch, legs tucked under you and give him the hookah pipe to take the first pull.

He blows the soft tuft of smoke above your head before taking a deeper pull. A larger cloud of smoke floats out of his mouth. You’re mesmerized by the shape of his lips and the way he holds the clear plastic pink pipe in between his long fingers.

Levi wordlessly hands you the pipe after a few pulls. You lean against his shoulder and thread your fingers through his as you take a few generous pulls. Smoking from your hookah has become something of a stress relief for both of you- sometimes you ended your nights with a nice pack and just sat with each other. It was a good way to wind down after long days and long nights.

It was a habit you knew you might be growing too old for, but you’ll deal with that later.

You start to feel a little lightheaded, a little tipsy and give Levi the pipe back. “Did you have a good day today?” You ask softly, cradling his cheek with your hand.

He hums, “Wish they were paying me more at the internship. But I’m here now.”

You understand his unspoken words- I’m happy to be here now.

“We’ll be okay soon, Levi,” You promise, “We’ll be outta here soon, baby.”

But for tonight, he only wants to think about you. Levi only wants to think about you, you in this pretty dress, you all pretty in his arms. So he puts the pipe on the table and drops the coal from the bowl, ignoring your noise of protest. Levi pulls you into his lap hastily, hands tight over your hips and wandering down to your ass.

“You should suck my cock,” Levi says bluntly, “It’s my birthday, after all.”

He’s only joking- really, he likes seeing the way you pout and protest at him. Like the princess that you are. “Levi,” You whine, “I did this morning, and I can’t get on my knees in this dress…”

“You’re right,” Levi muses, fingers tracing your sides, “This dress is too nice for you to ruin.”

“It’s your favorite dress,” You say. You’re proud of yourself and Levi finds it endearing. Levi draws you even closer and lays you over the couch with your back flat. He clasps the hem of the tight skirt of your dress and hikes it up to your waist and allows his fingers to graze the softness of your inner thighs.

Fingers instantly thread through his dark, silky hair, tugging at his scalp. He groans into your skin, eyes fluttering at the feeling. Levi draws himself up over your body, slipping the thin, pink straps of your dress off of your shoulders and dropping kisses along the column of your neck. You tilt your neck to the side in your hazy stupor, giving him an eyeful of your glowing skin.

You’re so pretty.

Levi kisses the spot behind your ear, the spot that never fails to make you sigh his name airily. He’s intoxicated by you, the sweet smell of your perfume mixed with his cologne clinging to your skin and wrapping you both in a pink bubble. Levi cradles your face with his hand, drawing your eyes towards him.

You leave him a little breathless- far more breathless than after a difficult boxing match. None of that has anything on the way you blink at him with hearts dotted in your eyes, or the way your lips are swollen from his kisses. And especially not the way you trace the hard planes of his chest with gentle calls of his name.

His eyes are blazing, adoration stamped in his grey irises. Levi ducks his head for a sharp kiss, drawing a loud whimper out of you when he puts a little pressure over your neck. He squeezes a little harder when you whine impatiently and lock your legs around his narrow waist.

His angel in pink is just full of surprises.

Levi could kiss you for hours, the soft, wet feel of your red lips against his is something he wants to drown in. He’s certain your red lipstick stains his skin, but he pays it no mind. He knows you’ll get a kick out of it, but right now, you’re only focused on peeling him out of his shirt. You toss his dress shirt on the other side of the couch, where it lands on the armchair unassumingly.

Levi hisses when your lips brush over freshly healed bruises on his chest, but he doesn’t mind the slight sting. Levi firmly pushes you back towards the couch, an excited gasp ripping from your throat.

You like it when he shows off his strength for you. Specifically, when he manhandles you a little bit.

“Be good,” Levi murmurs raspily, taking your curious hands in his, “You gonna be my good girl? It’s my birthday…”

You nod instantly, eager to please, “Y-yes. ‘M your good girl…”

“Then keep your hands to yourself, angel,” Levi says and you pout at him. But you listen, struggling not to touch him.

Levi pushes the top of your dress down and unclasps your lacy black bra in quick succession, your tits spilling out easily. Your entire body pulses when his lips plaster over your chest, his lips sucking and tongue soothing as he slides down your body.

He looks up at you from in between your legs, pleased when your eyes are hooded. You’re doing your best to listen to him, to not touch him. Just because he said so and you want to be good for him. Levi hooks his hands around your hips, pulling you flush against his face.

You buck your hips towards him and hope he doesn’t notice. He does, but says nothing, only pushing the skirt of your dress higher up on your waist. Leaving your legs bare and your clothed pussy in front of him for him to devour. Levi dots your thighs in kisses before his head disappears in between your legs and rubs his thumb over your clothed clit. He presses a kiss there and you shudder, wanting to run your hands through his hair.

But you keep your hands to yourself.

Levi hums when he finally peels your panties off and puts them in the pocket of his pants, not wanting them to get dirty. You choke at the action, feeling your face heat up. Levi spreads your legs apart, hiking them over his shoulders and licks your core teasingly. His tongue is so wet and warm that you can’t help but buck your hips for more with a whine. You tighten your thighs around his head as he gathers your wetness with his thumb and circles your clit in the same motion.

You grip the sofa cushions in an attempt to ground yourself. Your thighs tremble at the first swipe of his tongue over your folds and when he continues to circle your clit. Levi sucks your clit and pushes a finger into your dripping pussy, and you let out a strangled sort of noise. He pumps you a few strokes, your walls already clenching around his finger.

And then he just stops. You whine in annoyance, your brow furrowed and your lips pursed together in a pout. He only smirks at you wickedly, adding another finger into you and holding still. You try to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he won’t have that.

“Thought you were gonna be my good girl,” Levi murmurs, palm flat against your hip.

“Mmm-please, baby,” You mumble, eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears, “I love you, please touch me-”

“Alright, angel,” Levi acquiesces easily. He only wants to please you, wants to maybe see you cry on his cock, come apart with his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. “You know I love you.”

Your eyes light up at that, pout dissolving into a soft smile. Levi kisses your thigh once more and dips his head in between your legs. You move your foot so it’s flat against Levi’s back for more leverage, letting out a loud moan when his tongue presses into your pussy. You rock your hips into his face, nearly choking at the sight of his dark hair in between your legs.

You don’t even realize how lewdly you’re calling his name, as he grinds his tongue into you as if you’re the sweetest honey he’s ever had.

Which you are. Because you’re his angel. You do well with being obedient, not allowing your hands to graze any part of him. So he looks up from in between your legs, your wetness dribbling down his chin and gives you a look that makes your pussy flutter.

“Good girl,” Levi murmurs and ducks his head down once more. The soft praise shoots straight down your spine and Levi tastes it. He threads his fingers through yours and you gasp at his touch, squeezing greedily.

“You feel so good, Levi,” You babble, “Love you, I love you so much-”

You cut yourself off with a wretched moan when Levi presses his tongue flat against your pussy and strokes you with two long fingers in you. Levi knows when you’re close, when your thighs begin to tremble and when you start babbling to him as you are now.

He pumps you slowly, alternating between slow and fast as you gush for him on his tongue. Levi groans in between your legs, the sound reverberating through you and he eagerly laps up another wave of wetness.

“Look at you, angel,” Levi murmurs, pulling his tongue away to play with your clit as he presses kisses on your inner thighs.

“Yours, ‘m yours,” You slur, “Please, baby, make me cum, I’m so close…”

And since you asked so nicely, the lilt of your voice coated with silky adoration for him and him only, he presses his tongue to your pussy once more. Your back arches instantly, thighs beginning to quiver when he sucks your clit and presses two fingers into you again.

“Levi, baby, please,” You beg with tears gathering in the corner of your eyes and dropping down your cheeks, “Love your mouth, love you so much. Wanna be with you always, wanna give you everything…”

God, he loves you so much. The way your eyes water when you’re close, the way you wrap around him perfectly like this. There’s nothing that can compare to your softness meshing with all of his rough edges.

“Cum, baby,” Levi murmurs hoarsely, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He shifts so that he’s over your frame, his fingers still inside of you and kisses you harshly. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning into his mouth. You don’t have the strength to pull away as your orgasm is within reach once more. You clench desperately around his fingers before he’s about to slide down your body again but you stop him.

“N-no,” You mumble, “Kiss me, want you to kiss me.” You yank him down to you, pushing your lips to his impatiently as you rock into his fingers. You look up at him with your lips parted and with heated cheeks, as he rubs your clit with his thumb.

“C’mon angel, cum for me,” Levi says, a soft demand. The headiness of his voice and his blown out eyes make your toes curl. With another few rubs of your clit with his thumb, stars explode behind your eyelids, your heart is about to beat right out of your chest and Levi holds you steady as you ride out your high.

Levi slides down your body to lap up your wetness and you close your legs instinctively from oversensitivity. Your thighs jump at his sudden touch over your clit and you try to shove him away but he pulls off of you himself, hovering above you and settling in your arms.

You give him a dazed, happy smile. Levi licks his lips, letting saliva gather on his tongue and presses his thumb to your chin.

“Open, angel,” He breathes. When you part your lips eagerly, red lipstick long smudged, he drops a ball of spit onto your waiting tongue and watches the bob of your throat as you swallow eagerly. Levi kisses you, coating your bottom lip with spit, just the way you like.

You grin at him, a little messy, a little in love. Levi’s cock jumps as he looks at you below him.

“You’re messy,” Levi says fondly, cradling your cheek.

“You like me messy,” You wink at him and wrap your legs around his waist to push him down to your chest. He rests his weight on top of you and you can feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh. You grind into him teasingly, lightly scratching at his undercut.

“I made dessert for you,” You say forlornly, “Made lemon tarts. With blackberries on top.”

“Lemme have you on top and then we’ll eat your tarts,” Levi says, earning himself a smack to the chest.

Levi carries you to his bedroom after that, and you don’t end up eating the lemon tarts until most of the city has fallen asleep and flurries begin to come down from the sky.

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rzngokukyo · 5 years ago

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hi! i love your blog!! sorry if you're busy 👉👈 but could i make a request where mitsuri finds a girl (like 4 years younger when she became a pillar after a few months) and makes her a tsuguko and introduces her to the other pillars, then after a few years they developed feelings and haven't seen each other in so long bc of missions? reader also gets taller than mitsuri bc that would be so cute 🥺 thank you and have a good day!! ❤️❤️

WLW CONTENT THATS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE BABEY!!!

You were absolutely filthy, covered in head to toe with bruises, blood, sweat and dirt. It was late at night as you were on your way home from a mission, a demon had caught you off guard.

“Tch!” you clicked your tonuge and ran, you were in no postion to defend yourself at the moment. You needed an opening.

Wildly looking everywhere you spotted an opening between some trees. ‘ Looks like an open field might be there.’ You thought to yourself. Making a sharp turn, you ran towards it. The demon that was chasing had suddenly sped up, noticing you were looking for a better stance.

Turning your head to gauge where the demon was, you didn’t expect it to be right on top of you. “ Fuck!” You yelled out as the monstrous creature toppled you over. It had one hand on your neck and the other high in the air, about to strike at your throat.

“Breath of Love: First Form!” Your eyes went wide as you spotted a blur of pink above the demon. “Shivers of Love!”

Everything moved in slow motion. You watched as the pink haired woman sliced the demons neck, its head rolling onto the ground a few feet away.

The woman knelt beside you, “Excuse me, are you alright? That demon looked like it could crush you!” You adjusted yourself, taking a good look at the person beside you. She had long pink braids with green tips, an S shaped sword. A light blush crept across your face as you looked her up and down. She was gorgeous.

“Y-yes. Thank you for helping me.” You tried to stand up but your right leg gave out. You yelped in pain and expected to hit the ground, but you opened your eyes as she caught you, letting your weak side rest against her frame.

“Woah now, don’t push yourself. I’ll help you to the nearest safe spot.”

The both of you walked together, wondering down a nearby path.

“Um, I never caught your name, are you with the Corps?”

“Yes!” She turned to look at you, excitment in her eyes. “ I’m Kanroji Mitsuri, the love pillar. Bice to meet you!”

Holy Shit, a pillar

“I’m y/n.. thank you again for taking the time to help.” You muttered, completely embarrassed a pillar of all people came to your rescue.

Once you reached the bottom of the path, you noticed a cabin there. Mitsuri knocked on the door and you were greeted by an older couple. “Don’t worry y/n, this is a safe place for the corps. We can rest here until morning.”

WE?

You felt your face get hot and felt a but nervous spending the night with a pillar but you didn’t protest, you were in some serious pain.

The older couple showed you both to a room but pulled you aside first, attending to your wounds. Not noticing her, Mitsuri watched from the doorway, making sure you would be completely okay.

You changed into new sleepwear as your uniforms got washed. Mitsuri laid out some sleeping bags while you two waited for food.

“It must be awkward sharing a room for the night with someone you don’t know.” She said out of nowhere. “I didn’t want to just leave you here after seeing your injuries, it’s always nice to have someone around ya know?”

You nodded in agreement. “It’s not that awkward I promise, it’s just a bit.. weird considering you’re a pillar.” Mitsuri tilted her head. “I-I mean not that it bothers me it’s just, you’re so much better than I am. Wouldn’t you rather just move on to your next place?” You placed a hand on the back of your neck and laughed nervously. Words were not your forte.

“I don’t think ranks mean anything once you’re done fighting for the night.”

The older woman brought in the food. There was a lot, bowls of rice and meat. Some soup sides, drinks. Your eyes widened at all of it. Mitsuri laughed.

“Eat whatever you like, I have a big appetite so there’ll be plenty more coming!” She dug right in and stuffed her face.

You couldn’t help but laugh, she was a messy eater.

Again she tilted her head. “Whsv fubbg?” She asked with her mouth full.

You laughed again and wiped her cheek. “You’ve got soy sauce all over yourself!”

“Mowe dow latef!”

There was a small pause followed by a burst of laughter from the both of you.

After dinner was done and you both settled into your sleeping bags there was another long pause.

“Hey y/n.. earlier you said I was better than you. What did you mean by that? Are you not comfortable in your swordsmanship?”

“Aha..” you turned away from Mitsuri. “I’ve been doubting myself a lot lately, I think I’m uncomfortable with the form I chose and want to switch but that means finding someone who’s willing to teach me.”

“Why don’t you become my tsuguko? I can teach you the Love Breath!”

You laid there stunned. “A-are you sure?”

“Of course! I’ve always wanted to pass down my knowledge!”

From then on, when Mitsuri wasn’t on a long pillar mission. You spent day in and day out training, making your body unlearn everything to make room for something new.

One day she introduced you to the other pillars. There was a huge dinner after a meeting and you got to meet another tsuguko. Her name was Kanao, she was really quiet but super nice.

As time went on the sessions lasted longer but were less frequent. Mitsuri was called out more often and suddenly so were you.

Days turned to weeks turned to a few months before you realized you hadn’t seen her. You could feel your heart hurting as you realized this was a new reality. As another month passed by without much contact with her you realized you had feelings for her. It pained you to be away from her for so long, you didn’t want to forget what she looked like,what she smelled like. You missed everything about her.

Waking up one morning you received a letter Mitsuri would be coming back go rest for a while at her home in the corps headquarters. You practically sprinted back to headquarters after your latest mission was complete. On the way to her home you stopped and picked up some ingredients to cook for her.

Outside her door you could see her crow taking a nap in the windowsill, her clothes were washed and hanging nearby to dry.

Suddenly your heart started to pound, you got nervous, palms starting to sweat. What if she doesn’t feel the same way about you? What if she found someone while out?

Before more questions can race through your mind, the door in front of you opened.

“Y/n!!” Mitsuri jumped onto you, diving face first onto your chest.

“Kanroji-san!” You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in closer. “I’ve missed you so much.”

She rested her chin on your chest and looked up, causing you to look away blushing. “I’ve missed you too! Let’s go inside and catch up.” She looked you up and down. “It seems I’ve missed a lot seeing how much you’ve grown.”

She took your hand and pulled you inside, taking the ingredients off you and placing them on a nearby table. You walked into her kitchen, already familar with the layout of her home and started to boil water for tea.

Mitsuri placed some pillows and blankets on the floor, making lots of space for the two of you to sit and talk.

You sat down across from her, watching her every move.

“Y/n how tall are you now?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’m 171cm now, it’s been a while since I’ve measured myself.” You laughed softly.

“You grew 4 inches in only a few months! Who’s been feeding you?” She grabbed onto your arm, feeling the upper muscles. “And your arms are so much more defined now! Oh geez I missed out on so much.”

Her voice seemed sad, you tried to look for answers in her eyes but she looked happy.

“I’ve only been taking care of myself, I did everything you’ve taught me. You have yourself to thank for how I turned out.” You patted her head.

A faint blush spread across the pillar’s face and she looked away. “Well I just want to make sure you’re doing okay without me, ya know? I.. care about you, a lot.”

Your body froze, you could feel the nervousness from before climb its way back through your body. Maybe you should tell her how you feel? Is now a good time?

The kettle screeching inturrupted your thoughts. “I’ll get it!” Mitsuri scrambled to get up.

“No no, you rest. I’ve got it.” You also got up, Mitsuri was too stubborn to say no so you both headed into the kitchen.

You both reached for the kettle at the same time, hands brushing against each others.

“U-uh I’ll get the cups.” You managed to squeak out before turning away quickly. You cupped your hands on your face and could feel the heat from your cheeks.

“Y/n? You okay?”

“Mhmm. Fine. I’m totally fine.”

You could feel Mitsuri press her hand on your back, “Why don’t we go sit down again, we’ll be more comfortable that way.” You trailed behind her as she led you back into her living room area.

She gently placed the kettle on a cloth after pouring you both a cup.

“So, meet anyone interesting while gone?” You asked, taking a sip.

“Hmm not really, I couldn’t stop thinking about you most of the time so it was hard meeting new people.”

You nearly spat out your tea.

“Uh huh.” You coughed, eyes watering a little. “Same here I uh guess. I was sad we couldn’t write each other more.”

“Me too! I found it hard having time to write, by the time I had a chance to sit down, I needed to use that time to recover.”

You both laughed a little.

“I missed having our sessions everyday. Even though I’m sure you want to rest, I hope you’ll watch over me the next couple days.” You smiled at her.

“Rest? Maybe a day or two but I want to spend all this time helping the both of us get better! It’ll be fun” she grabes your hands and held them.” I miss spending time with you, y/n. If I’m honest with myself.. I think I just miss you as a whole.”

That’s it, your entire face went red as you sat there speechless. “I-I umm,”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same! I just felt dishonest not telling you how I felt.” She squeezed your hands.

You looked at her eyes and could telk she wanted to say this for a while now. You pulled her a little closer, “Kanroji-san I feel the same way. Everyday we were apart I thought about only you, I missed the nights we’d train so hard we were too sore to make it back inside so we slept under the stars. I missed cooking with you, I missed you.”

“Oh y/n!!” She lept into your lap unexpectedly causing you to fall backwards. “ I love you!”

You both laughed as you held onto her. “I love you!” You said back, cupping her face and kissing her nose.

You both laid there all afternoon, letting your tea go cold. After a while Mitsuri fell asleep on your chest, one hand around you, the other tangled in your hair.

You kissed the top of her forehead and closed your eyes, waiting for tomorrow to come.

Sorry for any spelling errors, I had to type this on my phone.

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Blight | VIII

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Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Warning(s): none to mention

Words: 6.6k

a/n: She’s here!!!!! After literal moNTHs, Blight is finally is back!! This is literally just a soft chapter (bc it’s gon get rOUGH soon). Lemme know what y’all think of this chapter!

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Jungkook stood in his room at his bedside watching as you snoozed in the center of his bed. Curled up in his blankets, tucked to your chin in comfort. He chuckled as he ran his fingers through your messy bangs and hair.

“Precious,” he whispered solely to himself. Back to normal, but with every single memory, you were told he’d forget. Though, he decided to not tell you that he didn’t forget. He would act as though he was clueless of the life he was supposed to have forgotten about. Pretend to not remember the moments between the two of you.

Keeping the truth and this new- burning- emotion in his chest to himself.

XXX

You stirred awake in the morning due to the uncomfortable amount of sunlight hitting your face from the window. Groaning, you turned your back to the light and pulled your knees up, curling more into the blanket to get a few more minutes of sleep at least. You sighed through your nose at the welcomed warmth when you heard a voice in the kitchen.

“Well, pardon me for being disabled for a week,” chanted Jungkook’s voice in a hefty amount of sarcasm. Your eyes shot open as you gasped. You sat up, sitting for a moment before you heard him again. “We have a break coming up, so I’ll be coming to visit.” You kicked off the blankets wrapped between your legs and around your body like some cocoon. Half rolling and half falling out of bed, you ran out of the bedroom.

Going down the small hall to the kitchen, you saw Jungkook standing in front of the stove, his cell pressed to his cheek with his shoulder. The sizzling of the pan in front of him was almost as satisfying as the scent of the bacon he was frying in it. Stood in sweats and a white tee, his back to you as you watched his shoulders move and his shoulder blades narrowed before widening again as he moved the pan in front of him.

“Listen, if you weren’t such a pushover, she’d listen to you better. She behaves just fine when I’m there,” he griped at whoever was on the phone with him. You just stood silently in the doorway to the kitchen. He was talking normally, with the spite that he used to use in every conversation he had. He moved comfortably in his home to where he was making food and wasn’t clinging to your side.

He just sighed and clicked his tongue at the person on the line when he shifted his footing and moved to stand in front of a cabinet, swinging it open and grabbing a plate. Setting it on the counter with a slight clunk, he turned the heat of the stove down to simmer as he pushed the bacon across the sizzling pan with his tongs once more.

“Whatever, I’m hanging up.” He took the phone in his hand, ended the call and shoved the phone into the pocket of his sweats before he started picking the bacon strips up one by one, dripping any access grease off before setting it on the plate.

You panicked when he turned around, seeing you standing in the doorway. You opened your mouth, no words forming. Only your breath hitching like a criminal caught in the act. He just smiled as he waved you over.

“Hey, I was going to go wake you up,” he told you. He grabbed the plate of bacon and moved to the beeping rice cooker that you didn’t even realize was on. Grabbed the two bowls stacked beside it he loaded them up and offered you to come over. “If you don’t take this bowl from me and eat something I’m going to be really upset,” he teased.

“Oh!” You jumped as you walked to him, graciously taking the hefty bowl of rice from him. He walked by you out of the small kitchen to the living room where he set everything down. Rushing back into the kitchen and pulling two spoons from his drawer, he was soon pushing on your back to get you to move into the living room with him. “Jungkook?” You asked as he pushed down on your shoulders to sit you down on the ground.

“Hm?” He hummed as he stepped around you and sat beside you, digging his spoon into his rice and taking a loaded spoonful of food.

“What’s all this for?” He looked at you, spoon hanging in his mouth as he slowly chews. “You don’t normally cook, said you don’t like to.” He nodded.

“True,” he said. “I don’t like cooking,’ he continued, “but I thought you deserved a reward.” He picked up a piece of bacon, taking a nice crunchy bite out of it. A murmured ‘ooh, crunchy’ under his breath as he ate. “I heard from Parrish that I was a giant baby the past week.”

You smiled, finally starting to eat. As you filled your cheeks with rice or took bites of bacon strips cooked to the crunchiest of perfections, Jungkook watched you occasionally. He danced a little beside you as he ate happily, glad to see you eating joyously.

“So,” Jungkook started, “when the break starts, I’m planning on going home for it to visit my family. My dad is apparently having trouble reigning in my sister,” he laughed. You nodded at him. It would be good for him to get a break and visit with his family. “With that in mind, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” You choked on a piece of bacon as he set his bowl down in a panic and rubbed your back.

Jumping up to get some water, he came back and you took easy sips as he rubbed between your shoulders and rubbed the back of your neck. Setting your- now empty- glass on the table you looked at him inquisitively.

“Why would you want me to go with you? Wouldn’t the trip be to get away from the whole Master, Familiar thing? To get away from me?”

“No!” He defied. “I mean, you’re not just my Master. You’re my friend too. Besides, I want you to meet my family. I think they’d really like you,” he spoke softly. He knew that you could just go to Yoongi and Parrish if you were alone on the break, but he knew also that you couldn’t- or rather- wouldn’t go to your home. He wanted you to be surrounded by a new family, his family. He doubts he could actually voice that to you though.

You sat with him, picking at your food as Jungkook ate slowly in nerves. You didn’t want to impose on him anymore, but he looks like he might feel dejected if you said no. You shoveled a spoonful of rice in your mouth as you ate in a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable but also was a bit stifling.

“If you finish your rice in one minute, I’ll go with you,” you nonchalantly told him. Looking at you, he blinked in confusion. You bit a piece of bacon off as you looked back. “Tick tock, flame breath.” Never in your life have you seen a grown student shove his face with rice like a forest animal. He was going to be the one to find a way to choke on rice and you would be sat beside him laughing the entire time.

XXX

“You’re going to Jungkook’s house for the break?” You nodded as Yoongi sat next to you in your shared dorm after what feels like forever. Sitting on the couch as you both snacked on whatever you had and watched some show in the background. He hummed. “He must really want to go on a trip with you.”

“I wouldn’t say that. We’re just going to visit his family. It's not like we’re taking some vacation as a pair. Besides, it’s as Master and Familiar.” You nonchalantly waved off the obvious undertone of Yoongi’s teasing. Reaching for a stick of peppermint candy that sat in a bowl on the coffee table, you scowled.

“What's with the face?”

“Nothing,” you told him as you bit into the candy. Yoongi just rolled his eyes in a yielding action. You were too much of an open book for Yoongi to read. Keeping secrets or trying to hide anything from him was nearly impossible. He wouldn't poke at you anymore right at the moment. Your flushed face was louder than whatever sentence you could construct anyways. Even silent, you found a way to be loud.

The next two weeks were full of study sheets, practice exams, more study sheets, and actual exams. Topped off with Jungkook planning the trip back to his home. He seemed almost excited about going back. You were shocked to learn that both his sister and father were ordinary humans. He inherited all his dragon traits from his late mother.

You were even more shocked to learn that his sister was absolutely infatuated with magic. She often idolized Spellcasters- so says Jungkook. He could see her now, trailing after you like a duck, going on and on with quick-fire questions about the magic she didn’t possess. And if he thought about it too much, he grimaced. If she were to hang around, he’d have no personal time with you at all.

Thus he began devising plans to avoid her possible constant clinging at all costs.

When the final bell of the last school day rang, Jungkook was up and out of the room faster than usual. Jimin looking at his friend’s back as he rushed down the halls; weaving between students and around the corner to fly down the stairs. Jungkook was standing at the doorway of your class before you even left. Standing and talking with your teacher as some random Spellcaster boy laughed at Jungkook’s instant presence and looked back into the room.

“Y/n! You’re Familiar is here!”

Jungkook almost let himself snarl at the boy’s sarcastic, teasing manner of voice. Instead, just choosing to glare at him instead. You dismissed your conversation momentarily to look over your shoulder at Jungkook in the doorway. He took his eyes off the back of your classmate’s head before he waved at you. You waved back, talking to your teacher a moment longer before coming towards him.

Jungkook smiled down at you when you stood before him. His smile reached his ears. You rose your brow at him as he wanted to dance on his toes like a toddler.

“Hey there, Smiles. What’s with you?” You chuckled at him as you started down the hall.

“I’m just glad school’s done for a while. Now I can go home,” he chirped.

“You must really be raring to go see your family, huh?” He nodded. It was true, he was pretty stoked to see his sister and dad again. Though, the idea of just taking a trip with you was exciting enough. So long as Yoongi doesn’t hide in yours or his shadows (he shouldn’t because Jungkook cornered him and made him promise not to). “What’s Jimin doing with his break?”

“He said he wanted to go to some town by the coast. Apparently, there’s some cool cave with some supernatural history that he wanted to check out. He’s a bit of a nerd,” Jungkook told you. Yoongi had decided to just go between his dorm and his home with Parrish for the break. Too lazy and tired to actually go and make plans. You couldn’t help but remember when he was talking with Jimin on the phone a couple nights ago and giving in to some idea he was probably being pitched from the boy.

You chuckled when you realized that it was likely that Jimin was going to drag poor little Min Yoongi out of his two main dwellings of his break. Jungkook was quick to snatch your hand and begin dragging you down the halls, stopping by your locker when you needed and shooting a warning glance at Elias who happened to be walking by. Scurrying past at Jungkook’s glare, not wanting to start a scene for once.

Jungkook was once again leading you off campus and absentmindedly walking the two of you back to his dorm, his hand still wrapped around your own. He was so busy raving on and on about how he was going to enjoy his trip home, he didn’t realize until he stood in front of his dormitory. With you in tow.

“Jungkook,” you gestured towards him.

“Yes?”

“Can I go home now?”

“Why would you do that?” Jungkook momentarily forgot that he- or at least to you- had forgotten his memories of the time you spent at his dorm. You had already long moved all your stuff out and left his temporary school-home. He panicked before he was concealing his emotions and putting on his front. “Oh, I guess you do need to get your own things, huh?” He played off as he slowly let go of your hand.

“That I do. We agreed to meet at the station tomorrow morning at the station anyway.” With some chatter back and forth between the two of you, you soon dismissed yourself back home with Yoongi as Jungkook went to his dorm and packed before going to bed.

The next morning, Jungkook was up early and pretty much flying to the station- hypothetically of course. He’d never really fly to the station. Simple humans would probably have a stroke watching a teenager rip wings from his back and take flight in the middle of a bustling city morning. He stood at the meeting place you both promised and waited an hour- him being way too excited and arriving super early. When he caught wind of your scent, he stood from the bench he parked his butt on and looked around. Seeing you looking around, lugging a suitcase behind you as you searched for him.

He smiled as he ducked into the crowd, hiding behind pillars when you look close to his direction and fled behind signs. He even picked up a sign and walked with it to keep your eyes off him. Moving around to be behind you, he moved to deliver a hot puff of steam on your neck.

Squealing, you whipped around with your palm open- ready to hit whoever just breathed on you. Jungkook ducked to avoid you, your hand whooshing past his hair as he now sat squatting on the ground, snickering up at you. You just lowered your hand with a huff and dramatic eye roll.

“Unbelievable,” you told him as he stood back up and waved in your face. You stood cross-armed as Jungkook just shook his head at your attempt at pouting. He finally looked at what you were wearing- a new sundress and sandals with a cardigan. He rose his eyebrows.

“You look nice,” he commented without filter, the words slipping off his tongue as he wanted to bite it off from the look you gave him after he said it. You looked down and pulled on the fabric of the dress before you shrugged and patted it back down. It was summer, it was hot and it was vacation time. It seemed appropriate to you- plus you were meeting your Familiar’s family. You didn’t think a sweatshirt and torn up jeans would really feel right.

The two of you were soon stepping on the train out of the city- pushing your way through the crowd of rush hour morning travels. The train was crowded as Jungkook looked around for you to sit somewhere. You were being jostled from the train’s jerks and some random dude behind you was looking at you in a way that made Jungkook irk. He was soon moving you to sit on a free bench seat as he stood and held onto the safety bar in front of you. Anyone who looked at you below the knees had a glare and a puff of smoke blown into their face.

The ride ran two hours and soon you were stretching up from the long sitting trip and stepping off onto the outside train platform of the country. The air was a far stretch from the city air and it was quiet. A small ticket window was sat in a small building attached to the platform but not much was there. A small antique shop and snack shop.

“I didn’t know you were a country boy,” you jested as you elbowed Jungkook’s side. He looked down at you. “You’re so cocky, anyone would think you’re city born and bred.”

Jungkook shook his head as he was soon looking over his shoulder as someone called him. The old man working the ticket window had slid it open and waved to the high schooler. Jungkook smiled in recognition as you just looked back and forth between the two. Jungkook looked at you with a shrug and smile.

“It’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone.” He guided you over to the old man- a friend of his dad’s. You exchanged greetings and just stood and watched as the two talked. The old man talking about Jungkook’s father and him replying that he was here to visit. They talked for a few minutes before Jungkook was insisting to leave, having a place to be anyway.

You bit back a laugh as Jungkook just sighed from having to keep his conversation brief. Especially when it came to you. Not every human knew of magic and myths. With Jungkook being from a small town like this, only a handful- if that- actually knew he was a dragon. So, trying to explain that you were here to meet his family and spend a vacation with him despite not being in a relationship was tough.

“I’m just gonna tell everyone we’re dating,” he came to a pouting conclusion. You swatted his arm.

“It’s wrong to lie,” you told him before he was dragging his feet.

“I’d be the best boyfriend.”

“Yes, because top tier means sneezing fire into my face.”

“I’ve never- oh wait. Nevermind,” he was about to deny the fact, but the memory of him sniffing some random potion you were brewing making him sneeze came back to him. He then gasped, “that was one time anyways!”

“You still singed my hair!” Both of you bickered back and forth until Jungkook noticed the house just down a small path. Elbowing your side, making you wince and rub on it, he smirked and pointed. Following his finger, you saw a small farmhouse. Well kept for the location being out in the middle of seemingly nowhere. White with dark lining and a patio that rounded the front and left of the home. Just looking at it from afar made you feel a sense of welcome that you hadn’t felt before.

Walking on ahead of you, Jungkook took the lead as you were left to catch up to him. The closer you both got to the house, the easier you could see it and it wasn’t long before Jungkook caught sight of a little girl running back and forth on the porch. In return, the girl noticed the duo and when you got close enough to her, she shouted in through the front door inside. Then, she turned and started running at you both.

Barreling into Jungkook’s gut, her head plowed into his stomach as she latched herself onto his lower half, leaving Jungkook a semi-coughing, semi-laughing mess. She looked so young, so small and it didn’t take a genius to know that this was Jungkook’s younger sister.

“I missed you,” she pouted into Jungkook’s shirt. He placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair that was as dark as his own. “You never come home to visit!” She continued.

“I’m busy at school, you know that, Lil,” Jungkook laughed out. Pulling her back to lift her up, he soon held the little girl on his hip as she noticed you and smiled. “Liliana, this is Y/n.” He leaned to whisper in her ear, “she’s a witch.” Liliana gasped as she looked at her brother in shock and awe before looking back at you and giggling- bouncing in her brother’s arms.

She leaned to whisper back in Jungkook’s ear, away from your hearing. “She’s pretty,” she complimented. Jungkook chuckled.

“I completely agree,” he told her. You stood there, arms crossed as you tapped your finger on your arm. Jungkook soon laughed at, you clearly disliking being left out of the conversation. Jungkook introduced you both properly, sister to master and master to sister. The entire time Lil was more interested in staring starry-eyed at you than holding any sort of coherent conversation a child could carry.

She was soon leading you- more than Jungkook- inside to put your stuff away somewhere. Lil was more than a bit impatient for you to fill her head with all sorts of magic tales and wanting you to show off your magic. The fact that her brother was literally a magic half-dragon didn’t seem to really impress her. Perhaps it’s because she grew up knowing it.

As Jungkook carried her back up the porch steps and Liliana talked your ears off, she was stopped in her wave of quick-fire questions by the call of her father who just stepped out of another room. A red rag wiping off his wet hands he had just washed. He looked older than he probably was as Jungkook smiled.

“Liliana, let the poor girl rest. You can’t just talk over her like that, you know better.” Though his words were that of a scolding, his tone was nothing but gentle toward her. She just smiled, nodding to her father as she wiggled free of Jungkook’s arms. Running to her father’s side and grabbed his hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Y/n.” You were unusually shy when faced in front of him. Jungkook told you his father and Liliana were just normal humans, but seeing them and their smiles towards you- someone wicked- it wasn’t something you were used to.

Your father never looked at you like that. And that made you unconsciously grip the arm you kept constantly wrapped up in a bandage because of the wound he inflicted.

Jungkook nudged your shoulder, getting your mind back to where it belonged- with him. Leading you behind his back, he dragged you inside his home. He moved you into the living room, sitting you on the couch. He could hear his father and Liliana go into the kitchen, leaving him a moment to talk to you.

“You okay?” He asked, leaning into your line of sight.

You nodded, still adjusting to the warmth you received. Jungkook just smiled as he flopped down on the couch, throwing his chest over your legs. You squealed at his quick actions as he lay on your lap. Looping his arms around your midsection and hummed. You floundered, slapping his head as you started scolding him.

“What are you doing?! Get off me!” Jungkook chuckled before he started laughing, outright rejecting your demands. Your flustered outbursts weren’t backed up enough with legitimate demands to trigger any sort of subjugation, so Jungkook stayed exactly where he wanted.

The chaos was added when Liliana heard the ruckus and ran into the living room, seeing her brother thrown over your lap. She gasped before she tugged on her brother’s shirt collar, trying to free you. Jungkook only laughed at her lack of strength as he clung to you. His teasing towards Liliana only made your own head spin more.

His father rounded the corner, hearing all the noise and just laughed to himself at the scene. He smiled at the sight of his son laughing so openly. He just let the children be as he retreated back into the kitchen. He didn’t even go back into the living room when his daughter started screaming at her brother to ‘put his wings away and bring Y/n back down’. Missing out on the sight of Jungkook unfairly flying up in the corner of his living room ceiling, you in his arms as he teased his sister far out of her reach and you stuck in his arms.

XXX

On the first night of the trip to Jungkook’s home, you finally seemed to catch your breath. With Liliana at your side constantly until she was called away by her father, and also being pulled into a mental- sometimes physical- tug of war between her and Jungkook, you finally had a moment of peace. Liliana had gone to bed, Jungkook taking her because, despite her attachment to you, she did, in fact, miss her brother and practically demanded he takes her to bed and tells her of his classes.

You sat outside on the wrap-around porch of the house, the sky a rainbow of blurry colors as the sun burned brightly before it would disappear for the night. You were exhausted if you were being honest. Being around Yoongi and in your shared dorm wasn’t nearly as exciting and busy as this small farmhouse with Jungkook’s family.

Hearing the door open behind you, you turned to see Jungkook’s father step outside. Holding a small mug in his hand, he moved to sit beside you and offered it. Taking it with thanks, you smiled slightly at the hot chocolate sitting fresh in the mug.

Jungkook’s father groaned dramatically like any older gentleman as he sat next to you.

“I sure hope Liliana didn’t wear you out too much,” he joked. “She’s a little spitfire, but she does mean well.”

You nodded. “I know that. I can tell she’s a fan of anything supernatural. She kept asking me to do all sorts of magic for her,” you laughed. Remembering how she would get excited every time you did anything even remotely minor. You were actually kind of glad to summon a bird for the umpteenth time just to see how excited she became after you did.

“I’m glad to see Jungkook is doing well too,” his father said. He pulled a small pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one. Jungkook told you he smoked, but he was doing better than before, not smoking as much and trying to quit. It was a habit it took to when his mother died, and well he’s trying to stop. “I was always worried about him after his mother passed. He was always on edge. He had such a chip on his shoulder and rejected so much around him.”

You nodded. You remembered the conversation you and he had in the mountain cave about his past after his mother died. Going on a violent spree and turning on everyone and doing nothing good for himself or for others around him.

“Jungkook actually told me about his mother,” you told him. His father was shocked at that, knowing his son generally refuses to talk about his mother at all. “He told me about the stupid things he did and all the crap he got himself into. I guess he told me because at first we really didn’t like each other.” You snickered. “I guess it wouldn’t be wrong to say we actually hated each other. We couldn’t be around each other without arguing or shooting our mouths off. So, it’s not hard to imagine when everything happened in regards to me, he got pretty mad.” You picked at your finger, slightly regretting how repulsing you two were towards each other.

“I wouldn’t guess that at all. He seems rather attracted to you,” his father laughed. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him so carefree and teasing. He’s acting like he used to when his mother was alive. It makes me feel better about him being away from home.”

“You think so?” You asked as you took a sip of your warm- cooling- beverage. “I guess we get along way better now. It’s hard to keep track of how much we’ve progressed as a pair when it comes to our past.” You announced. You smiled as you looked at your feet. “Honestly, I was scared to come here.”

“Oh?” His father inquired.

“My relationship with my dad is… poor. My mother died giving birth to me, and honestly, my dad couldn’t care less about me, where I go or what I do. So, when Jungkook asked me to come with him here, I was scared. I’ve never been around a family that didn’t reject me before- other than Yoongi and Parrish.”

“I’ve heard that women who birth a baby of magic lose their lives in the process. It must be hard, not knowing your mother.”

“I feel like if I knew her and then lost her, it’d be harder than it is now. That’s why I felt a connection with Jungkook when he told me. We finally had something in common. We don’t have moms anymore.” You tapped at your mug as you got lost in your mind. Wondering what your mother was like as you often did when she came up in conversation.

“So,” his father started, “who are Yoongi and Parrish?” You turned to him with a smile as you drew your knees up, almost excited to talk about them.

“They're my family!” You beamed. “Well, kind of. Parrish took me in as a kid when my dad… well, that’s not important. But Parrish and Yoongi basically let me live with them and Yoongi is like my brother. All he does is tease and push me around though,” you sighed. “He gets in my den all the time, steals my candles and makes me his scapegoat when he’s late for class!” For all you knew, he could be in your shadow hearing you bad mouth him and is making tally lists for how many chores you need to do as payback. “Parrish is way nicer than his son,” you pouted.

Jungkook’s father laughed as you complained, yet still endearingly spoke of your little unofficial family. You continued talking to him and the more you did, the more he could understand just how you and Jungkook could hate each other, in a weird sort of way. You two were very much alike in more ways than one. So, the fact that you two found common ground and grew because of that put him at ease.

When it got darker out, his father ushered you inside to avoid getting a chill. Heading in, you found Jungkook wandering around as he sighed at seeing you. Saying he was looking around for you; you just rolled your eyes as his father explained that the two of you were talking outside. It had been a while since he had a good conversation with someone other than his young daughter.

You were to be staying in a spare room they keep in the house usually used for storage, but had been cleaned out due to your arrival. A small bed, a dresser, and vanity with a closet that wasn’t much bigger than your own back at the dorms. Though the small room had a homey feel to it and you openly accept the family’s graciousness- as you were half expecting it either book it on the couch or in Jungkook’s room on a blanket pallet on the floor.

It was nearly midnight and you couldn’t sleep. The small lamp on your dresser lit your room dimly as you sat on the bed, suitcase only half unpacked. You only pulled your pajamas from it, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (honestly one of Yoongi’s you stole). You didn’t know what to do with a lot of your stuff, feeling out of it from the new surroundings. It was a nice place, but so different. You were restless.

Jungkook could feel it. He sat in his room, uneasy as he could feel all of your out of place emotions. It itched under his skin and he couldn’t sit still- much less sleep because of it. He brought you here to let you breathe, but it was going to be some work to get you to relax. He sighed as he got out of bed, leaving a shirt behind as he walked out of his room with only his sweats on.

Heading down the hall, he knocked on your door before entering even before you granted him access. Walking in, he was greeted with you crossing your arms on your bed in the dim room. More or less what he expected.

“You can’t wait for anyone, can you? I didn’t say you could come in.”

“It’s my house. Suck it up, honey.” He chided as you just rolled your eyes at him. He shut the door behind him, walking to you and plopping himself down at the foot of your temporary bed. “Why are you restless?”

“You can tell?” You anxiously asked.

“Yeah, I think your emotions are rubbing off on me.”

“Sorry,” you told him, tinkering around with your fingers. Guilt in your mind he could feel in his gut. “I’m just not used to this,” you waved your hands around.

“Do you not like it here?”

“No!” You rejected. “I do, but it’s just too peaceful, you know? I’m used to the busy dorms with people going in and out and banging on walls to shut people up. Or, going home and being in the uncomfortable area of my father. I’ve never been to somewhere I’m able to relax before.” You lay backward, flopping onto the bed. “It’s hard to relax when you never have before, you know?”

Jungkook smiled at you. He reached out and pinched your leg- exposed by your sleep shorts. You squeaked, kicking him in reflex as he laughed lightly. He turned to crawl towards the window by the bed, unlocking it and opening it. Sliding a leg out, he was soon slipping out the window. He looked at you when he was outside, pulling his wings out of his back as he leaned back in the window, looking at you.

“Come out here. We can go explore!” He smiled.

“Explore? At midnight?” You asked as he only nodded.

“I want to show you something.”

You side-eyed him. “What if you're pulling me out of your house to ‘explore’ only to murder me because you secretly still hate me.” He rolled his eyes as he reached in and grabbed your arms, pulling you across the bed and soon pulling you out the window. Panicking that you’d ungracefully fall out the window, you clung to the dragon dragging you outside.

Moving you around, Jungkook soon had you sitting on his chest as you glared at his dragonesque form, your eyes speaking words for you as he just mocked you. Now held hostage in the air, Jungkook was soon flying off away from the house, not knowing his father was watching from his own window as the two of you flew off- laughing at himself.

XXX

You had nearly fallen asleep as Jungkook moved through the night air. Being cool enough to make you shiver, Jungkook’s body was like a furnace that kept you warm. Clinging to his chest, you nearly dozed off a handful of times, only woken up at Jungkook pushing on your back as he held you. It wasn’t long before he finally stopped his flight and settled you both in the middle of a forested area. You sent him another weary look.

“You aren’t actually going to kill me in cold blood, are you?” He just smiled at you as he sat on a rock, sitting you on his legs. Not letting you move, he made sure his arms were around your stomach, interlocking his fingers as he sat his chin on your shoulder. “You’re awfully clingy.”

“It’s cold,” he said nonchalantly.

“You don’t get cold, you fire-eater.”

“Then, you’re cold so I’ll keep you warm.” He said, too proud to actually tell you that he just wanted you close to him. He sat with his chin on your shoulder in silence as you finally seemed to relax. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker before he lifted his chin. He nudged you, who started to doze again. “Hey, don’t sleep yet.”

Waking lightly up, you gasped when something glowing a warm yellow hovered above your nose. Thought to be a firefly, you rubbed your eyes when it wasn’t a firefly at all. It was a dragonfly, glowing bright and warm in the dead of night. Soon, dozens of dragonflies were buzzing around the forest in a warm, yellow glow. Lighting the forest like the dawn.

“They’re a magically developed crossbreed of a dragonfly. Green tail dragonflies properties mimick that of a firefly. This is where they live. They stay away from heavily populated areas and prefer clustered forests where they can fly freely.” Jungkook told you, more than familiar with the insects hovering around.

“They’re beautiful.”

“Do you feel better now?”

“What? Did you bring me all the way out here just to lift my spirits?” You teased with a small smile. Jungkook just plopped his chin back onto your shoulder, smiling at you.

“Yes, I did.”

You weren’t expecting him to be quite so blunt; but instead, battle you with sarcasm and teasing of his own. Turning away from him, you were glad it was dark out because he would waste no time in teasing about your red face- you’d just blame it on the chill outside.

“I wonder what you were talking to dad about earlier,” he told you. “I hope he didn’t pry into your life too much. He has a bad habit of getting a bit nosy.”

“Just like his son, huh?” He scoffed. “We just talked a bit about family, nothing much. He said he was shocked you told me about your mom. Said you didn’t like to talk about what happened.”

He only nodded, agreeing with his father. He didn’t, but oddly enough he was glad he did for once. The conversation and admission of his mother’s death are what bridged a common ground with you. It’s what brought you both to start agreeing and communication in something other than curses. That tragic happenstance is ironically enough what made him happier in the situation he found himself in right this instant. Bound to you.

“I regret hating you,” he admitted. Pushing his forehead into your shoulder now, hiding his face behind your back. “I regret being so awful towards you because of who you are, and I think I’ll feel that way for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve told you before that it’s okay.” It was the same words he told you back then- back in the cave. He shook his head.

He moved his hand to hold your arm, your infected blight that he wanted so badly to ignore. The blight that he may have been able to stop and maybe even avoid if he wasn’t so stubborn back then. If he didn’t hate you back when it happened, maybe he could've spared you the pain of it somehow and helped with the entire Zaros situation. Even now, even when the magic is settled dim in your skin- it still ate away at you and hurt you any time you tried to use your trade.

“It’s not okay,” he whispered guiltily. Tightening his hold on you. “Even though it’s not okay, I’m almost glad I hated you. I’m glad I took you to the cave and told you about mom. If this is how I feel about you now, then hating you was worth it.”

“Feel about me now?” You questioned but he only remained silent, not giving you the satisfaction of any answers. You half thought he fell asleep as you just turned to watch the dragonflies again. Jungkook remained awake, warming your cold skin before you eventually gave in to your exhaustion and slept against his chest.

“If this is how I feel about you now,” he said again, in a whisper to not disturb you. “If this is it, I’m so glad I hated you.” He chuckled as he slowly moved you to carry you, standing and disturbing the dragonflies around as he prepared to go back to his home. “I don’t think I could hate you again if I tried. I’m starting to like you way too much.”

The next morning, when his father went to wake his son up, he wasn’t in his room. Instead, he found Jungkook sleeping beside you in your bed, still half-dragon. Wings folded on his back against the wall and scales adorning his cheeks. Holding you the same way his father used to hold his mother. With complete care and ease.

-TBC-

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gokailyger84 · 6 years ago

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okay so this might be a bit of a long shot, but remember that in-universe anniversary thing with the dinner and such that got 'ruined' bc nb had that fight? what if danny decides to try again for another occasion (nb's birthday), now all promise-ring-y and stuff

Danny let out a yawn, blinking his eyes open.

He stretched his arms out, yawning once more. A small sound grabbed his attention.

Looking down, Danny could see his still sleeping partner and lover curled up against him. Arm draped over Danny’s waist and head resting on his chest.

Danny smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Ninja Bri/an’s forehead.

Ninja Bri/an groaned softly, his eyes slowing opening.

“Danny?”

Danny hushed him, raising a hand and gently stroking his cheek.

“Go back to sleep, Bri. Get your rest.”

Ninja Bri/an yawned, his eyes slipping shut once more. The hand draped over Danny’s waist curling and gripping his hip.

“Stay longer?”

Danny chuckled, settling back down, pulling Ninja Bri/an further into his arms.

“Sure. I’ll stay.”

He could stay in bed a couple of more hours, despite now being awake and alert. Danny knew his presence helped Ninja Bri/an sleep more soundly, he was more than happy to be there for him.

A few months had passed since their botched anniversary night.

Despite Danny looking forward to celebrating at the next opportunity, they ended up getting slammed with back to back Task Force missions.

Ninja Bri/an had been requested more than usual. Pulling him away from home. Often for several days.

Things had finally calmed down and Danny managed to get Ninja Bri/an to himself for a weekend. Even canceling a Sta/rbomb session with Egora/ptor.

Which turned out to be a good thing, considering the date slipped both of their minds.

Danny stared down at his sleeping partner. His expression completely slack and relaxed. A stark contrast from when they first started dating.

Back then, Ninja Bri/an rarely let himself truly relax, even in Danny’s presence. Much less, sleep around him.

A smile formed across Danny’s lips. They’d both come a long way.

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A few hours later, Danny was in the kitchen.

He walked back and forth from the cabinets, to the refrigerator, to the oven and back again, grabbing pots, pans and ingredients. Setting them all out in an orderly fashion.

It was late in the afternoon. Over half the day already gone. Danny had managed to slip out of Ninja Bria/n’s grip without waking him.

Slipping on his light blue kimono, Danny made his way to the kitchen, determined to cook a delicious meal and celebrate two years and three months of the best relationship he’d ever had.

Not to mention the forty four years of Ninja Bri/an’s life.

A life that Danny had been blessed to be a part of.

Today was Ninja Bri/an’s birthday.

And they were going to celebrate it along with their anniversary.

Not only had they reached a milestone in their relationship but also a milestone in the longevity of a ninjas life.

Very few ninjas lived to Danny and Ninja Bria/n’s ages.

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Ninja Bri/an rolled over in his sleep.

The cool sheets of the empty space beside him, jarring him awake.

Years of ninja training causing his eyes to quickly sharpen in focus. His senses heightening as he looked around, searching for threats.

Ninja Bri/an let out the breath he was holding. Realizing he was only in bed in Danny’s bedroom.

He could sense Danny’s chakra emanating from downstairs in the kitchen. And from the smell in the air, he was cooking a large meal.

A glance over at the nightstand clock, showed it was late in the afternoon.

Ninja Bri/an had slept most of the day. Not something he usually did but he had been going nonstop for a while.

His body needed the rest and honestly he felt a hell of a lot better.

Throwing the covers off, Ninja Bri/an climbed out of the bed and walked to the attached bathroom, slightly shivering from the cool air on his bare chest.

It was rare that he woke up alone after sleeping in Danny’s bed. He vaguely remembered Danny waking him earlier.

At the time he was too tired to wonder why Danny was up but paid it no mind, asking Danny to stay with him, as he wanted to sleep a while longer.

Picking up his toothbrush, he squeezed some toothpaste on it and began to brush his teeth, wondering what Danny had planned for the day.

It’d been some time since they last had a day together.

Just the two of them.

That had been, over three months ago.

Ninja Bri/an looked at the ring on his finger, remembering his promise to Danny.

To love him.

To protect him.

No matter what.

He knew Danny had canceled some plans and Ninja Bri/an had promised not to go on any missions or patrols.

Also wanting to spend time with his partner.

Ninja Bri/an figured he could go do a quick perimeter check and spend the rest of the day with Danny.

A set plan in mind, Ninja Bri/an continued his morning rituals.

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“Bri/an?”

Danny walked into his bedroom looking around.

He had felt a shift in Ninja Bri/an’s chakra, alerting him that he was awake and moving about.

That had been a little while ago and Danny was curious why Ninja Bri/an hadn’t come downstairs yet.

Danny’s eyes were drawn to the closed window.

Approaching it, it looked normal. Nothing out of the ordinary to the untrained eye.

Danny may have discarded his ninja past but the training, unfortunately, would never leave him.

He could see how someone had meticulously disarmed his traps and almost perfectly rearmed them, after climbing out the window.

Ninja Bri/an must have decided against teleporting, knowing Danny would sense it immediately.

Probably thinking Danny would have stopped him.

He wasn’t wrong.

Danny then noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand.

Walking over, he sat on the bed and picked it up.

Danny smiled sadly, as he read the short note.

Doing a perimeter check. Be back in a couple of hours.

Love you

-Bri

Danny let out an exasperated sigh.

Ninja Bri/an was supposed to be resting today. He had promised not to go out on any missions.

Danny paused, re-reading the note.

A perimeter check.

Ninja Bri/an was only scouting the area. Most likely a two mile radius around their home.

Not technically a mission or patrol.

Danny rolled his eyes, smiling to himself. Ninja Bri/an had found a loop hole to Danny’s request.

Placing the note back down on the nightstand, he left the bedroom and headed back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

After checking the rice, Danny opened the cabinet and began taking out their Japanese style dinnerware.

Since he was making a more traditional Japanese meal, he wanted the décor to match.

They didn’t often eat Japanese food anymore, as it brought up old memories from their past life.

Most of which were not good.

Ninja Bri/an preferred the cuisine more but had adjusted, knowing Danny didn’t like the reminders.

But this was a special occasion.

Preparing Ninja Bri/an’s favorite foods was a perfect birthday gift.

Danny then glanced down at the blue and gold ring on his finger.

Ninja Bri/an’s promise to him. The physical proof of his love.

Another reason to celebrate.

Their commitment towards each other.

Ninja Bri/an had made many changes for Danny since the day he followed him over that gate in the early rays of twilight.

It would be wrong for Danny not to reciprocate in some way.

Once the table was set, Danny returned to the stove and began to place various batter covered cut vegetables into a skillet half filled with sesame oil, making sure to keep his hands from coming into contact with the now popping liquid.

He then place two medium slices of filleted salmon into another skillet. The meat immediately beginning to sizzle and darken.

Grabbing a chopping block, Danny began to slice a block of tofu into small squares, placing some into a warm pot of miso soup and setting the rest to the side for another side dish.

Checking a second pot of boiling noodles, Danny added some sliced green onions and grabbed a few different liquids and mixed them together in a small bowl to make a dipping sauce.

So engrossed in his work, Danny barely registered the familiar tingle in the back of his head.

Large arms appeared from behind, wrapping around his waist, hands clasping together over his stomach.

Danny smiled feeling Ninja Bri/an’s love flow through the link and wrapping around him like a warm blanket.

“All clear?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of what he was doing.

Ninja Bri/an nodded, pressing his forehead in between Danny’s shoulder blades.

“Yes. Nothing unusual.”

Ninja Bri/an leaned to the side and looked over the crowed counter top and stove.

“What’s all of this?” He asked.

Danny turned around in Ninja Bri/an’s arms.

Staring down into his curious blue eyes, Danny reached up and slowly pulled off his mask before leaning down and placing a soft kiss to Ninja Bri/an’s chapped lips.

“Since we have a couple of down days, I thought we could finally celebrate our anniversary and your birthday.”

Ninja Bri/an’s eyes widened before they became heavy with emotion, remembering how they were barely able to salvage that night due to the unexpected ambush.

Seeing and feeling the change in Ninja Bri/an’s demeanor, Danny shook his head and wrapped his hands around Ninja Bri/an’s waist.

“No. Don’t Bri/an. It wasn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.”

Ninja Bri/an let out a tired breath. He didn’t think he’d ever fully get over what happened those months ago.

Logically he knew it was just bad timing but he couldn’t stop thinking that, if he just had stayed home or if he had moved faster. Maybe none of it would have happened.

But there was still the chance those ninjas were looking for them.

He couldn’t take the risk.

Ninja Bri/an hated how paranoid growing up as a ninja made him.

But he had to.

Protect Danny.

“Hey. Come back to me.” Danny said, interrupting Ninja Bri/an’s internal thoughts.

Kissing him again, Danny leaned his head atop Ninja Bri/an’s.

“Remember what I always say?” He asked.

Ninja Bri/an nodded.

“The past is in the past. Learn from it and live in the present.”

An old saying from one of Danny’s childhood sensei. One that stuck with him throughout his life.

“You and I are here right now. Together.” Danny said, taking Ninja Bri/an’s hand into his own.

Lifting it, he pressed a kiss to the ring.

“That’s all that matters.”

Ninja Bri/an couldn’t help but blush.

Something, Danny’s sincerity always brought out of him.

Pulling his hand free, Ninja Bri/an looked away, feeling embarrassed.

“I, um…I’ll make the tea.” He said, walking over to the pantry.

Danny smiled and with an amused shake of his head, he returned to his cooking.

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Sitting at the table, Danny and Ninja Bri/an ate in a companionable silence.

The same couldn’t be said within their link.

Danny glanced over, watching Ninja Bri/an pick up his bowl of miso soup and sip carefully.

He could feel his satisfaction through the link.

Ninja Bri/an looked over the top of the bowl, noticing the scrutiny.

“What is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Danny chuckled, using his chopsticks to break off a piece of salmon, popping it into his mouth.

“You’re happy.”

Ninja Bri/an lowered the bowl, looking at Danny with a confused look.

“…That’s good…right?” He hesitantly asked.

Even after years of living with Danny and without fear of persecution, emotions were still an enigma to him.

Danny’s smile widened.

“Yes. That’s very good. It makes me happy. Being here with you. That the both of us could find love and happiness considering where we’ve come from. Thinking about it still amazes me.”

Ninja Bri/an smiled.

They had come a long way.

From an existence of obedience and death to one of freedom and life.

He never imagined he could have a life like this. That after the shit he’d gone through, Danny would come into his world, clearing the darkness with his mere presence.

Ninja Bri/an then stood up and walked over to Danny, cupping his cheek, he leaned down pressing his lips to Danny’s causing him to gasp in surprise, providing an opening for Ninja Bri/an to slip his tongue in.

Danny groaned deep in his throat, returning the rare kiss.

Ninja Bri/an rarely initiated intimacy between them. Danny was not only surprised but turned on by his boldness.

Pulling back, Ninja Bri/an smiled, seeing the dazed look in Danny’s eyes.

He didn’t do this often. Usually opting for Danny to take the lead.

But sometimes he couldn’t help it and his love for Danny just consumes him and he ends up acting on instincts alone.

Seeing how much Danny was affected, maybe he should take the initiative more often.

Danny blinked, snapping out of his daze and looked up at Ninja Bri/an who had a slight smirk on his face.

“Nothing like an open mouth kiss right after I a bite of fish.” Danny said with a snort.

Ninja Bri/an’s smirk shifted into a smile.

“Lucky for you, salmon is my favorite.” He joked, licking his lips.

Danny laughed, reaching over and taking Ninja Bri/an’s hand in his own.

“God, I love you so much.” He said.

Ninja Bri/an’s eyes softened.

“I love you too, Danny.”

Danny stood up, still holding Ninja Bri/an’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the ring on his finger.

He then leaned down and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

“Happy Birthiversary, Bri/an” Danny said, full of cheeky sincerity.

Ninja Bri/an “chuckled”, pulling Danny into his arms in a warm hug, his happiness flowing through his link as Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist.

“Birthiversary, huh? You know you can’t just make up words, right?”

Danny shrugged, rubbing his cheek against Ninja Bri/an’s greyish hair.

“I think I just did and you should appreciate my efforts to come up with it for you.”

Rolling his eyes, Ninja Bri/an tilted his head and kissed Danny along his jawline.

“I do appreciate it. Doesn’t make it any less weird.”

“Well, how about your weird boyfriend takes you upstairs and gives you the rest of your Birthiversary gift?” Danny said in a sultry voice, pressing his hips against Ninja Bri/an’s.

Ninja Bri/an’s eyes widened. He could clearly feel Danny’s interest up against his leg. His own interest beginning to make itself known.

A blush spread across his cheeks.

He looked away in embarrassment.

“I…would like that.”

Danny stepped back, taking Ninja Bri/an’s hand in his own and lead them to the stairs.

“Happy Birthday, Bri/an.” He said, smiling warmly over his shoulder.

Ninja Bri/an returned the smile, feeling the press of Danny’s ring in the palm of his hand.

“Happy Anniversary, Danny.” He replied.

#asks #ninja ship party #nsp in universe #polygrumps #my fics

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doyoungsvariety · 7 years ago

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yuta when you’re sick

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader word count: 1.1k admin: sloth a/n: first post~ i got carried away hahahahhaa

it all starts with a phone call

“hey yuta, i’m sick and dying”

his heart starts racing in his chest

he legit needs to put a hand over his heart in attempts to calm it

“what do you mean?? you’re just being dramatic right???”

cue you having a coughing fit right at that moment

“nope, okay!! never fear, your handsome boyfriend is on the way!!”

he would hang up right away

and off he goes with preparations

a reusable bag filled with many things

like cough syrup

ibuprofen

a change of clothes for himself

and lots of ingredients for chicken rice porridge

since that’s what he ate when he was sick as a child

also lots of chamomile tea to help you sleep

he’s not in that much of a rush though

he knows you can take care of yourself no problem

but it’s the extra love and care from another that helps you heal faster

he gets it from johnny when he’s sick so he knows

but also gets roasted like marshmallows over a bonfire in the process

when he arrives, he knocks on the door

anxiously tapping his foot against the carpet on the floor of the apartment

but obviously you brace yourself as you open the door all wrapped up in your favourite blanket

one thing to keep in mind is that this boy will baby you to no ends if you’re sick on his watch

he loves you so much and just wants you to feel better

so yuta will make sure you get better and don’t suffer anymore

as soon as you open the door, he rushes inside

he wears a mask on his face not to catch any germs that he could spread to the dorms

which would just mean every single nct member would catch a cold

what a caring boy oh my god <3

he leads you to your bed

which you stripped the blankets from to answer the door

he takes your blankets in his hands

“go lie down” he instructs

and you don’t have the energy to argue at all

do you just plop down, face first on the bed

one at a time, he places the blankets on you

he’s so soft and gentle in the process of helping you feel better

he’ll go to leave after tucking you in a little

but feels bad as soon as he looks back at your lonely figure from the door frame

yuta can’t help himself but climb in with you

and hold you so gently while he falls asleep next to your tucked in figure

it’s to the point that you have to wake him up weakly

he springs alive though!!!

nearly falling off the bed in the process

“oh my god, do you need something?”

he asks, as he adjusts his mask once more

and you just look over at him

shaking your head as you fall back on the bed

he can’t help but smile

going off to the kitchen to begin making a meal for you

which would be rice porridge made with chicken broth instead of just water

it was what he had when he was sick as a child and remembers the taste fondly

so he prepared the ingredients and put the chicken into the pot of water to let it boil for a little while

as it did, he filled up a bowl with ice and water

he takes a small facial cloth from your closet and heads back to your bedroom

where your sleeping form laid peacefully

he takes your desk chair and sets it beside the bed carefully and quietly

and places the facial cloth within the cold water and wrings it out shortly after

he places it on your forehead slowly

seeing you relax as your forehead is cooled makes him feel a little more confident that he’s doing a decent job

he keeps doing this during the next twenty minutes while you’re asleep before deciding to wake you up at around the half hour mark so you could take some medicine he prepared for you

“yutaaa, my throat hurts”

“here,” he says while handing you a glass of water after you sat up on the plush of your bed

he smiles as you take a few small sips, before holding your hand out for the two small but dreaded pills that need to go down your throat

yuta sets them in your hand after taking them out of the bottle for you

you take one, drown it with water

then do the same for the other

“can i sleep again?” you ask, looking over to the time cautiously

he nods, helping you lie down again

shortly after you fall asleep, he goes back to the kitchen to continue cooking the simple meal, there being more than enough for you to eat even the following day

once that was finished, he waited in the living room

watching TV while lounging on the couch

texting some of the members about their adventures

until about an hour later when you immerse from your room

blankets still wrapped around you

but instead of looking lifeless like you did before

you seemed more awake now

“how are you feeling?” he asks simply, a smile on his face as he leans forward to put his phone down

“i’m doing a lot better, thanks to you.. even a little hungry,” you say while patting your belly childishly

it was incredibly endearing to him so

yuta’s sweet laughter escaped his lips as he was unable to keep his admiration down

“ah, so cute.”

but from then on, he gets up and ladles you some porridge

“i should feed you!” he exclaims

and you shake your head wildly

as you swipe the bowl from him and take a spoon for yourself

he can’t help his laughter as you begin to eat slowly at your dining room table

instead of making a complaint about how he should be taking care of you

the tall boy sits down with you there

a smile as bright as the sun underneath the mask he wore

there was a comfortable silence over the two of you as you ate

you give the bowl to him when you’re finished, wandering back to your bedroom now

to hopefully sleep more and get better by morning!!

after doing the dishes, putting away the porridge and changing his clothes

he pulls out a blanket from your closet in the hallway before falling asleep on the couch

the bright sun woke him up the next morning

a yawn escaping his lips

a look of confusion washed over his expression as he smells eggs and bacon

and hears the sound of frying

“oh!! y/n, you’re feeling better!!”

the exclamation is incredibly excited as he runs (like a chicken bc morning legs are wobbly) to the kitchen

he gives you the biggest hug from the back, and a kiss on the cheek, despite the mask

you smile, looking up to him

“i’m not 100%, but i’m functioning normally again thanks to you”

he smiles brightly as he removes the mask to press another kiss to your cheek

love really is the best medicine after all

#nakamoto yuta #yuta #nct yuta #yuta scenarios #yuta imagines #yuta fluff #yuta angst #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #nct #nct 127 #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 yuta

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bnha-hcs · 7 years ago

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Hi! I'm glad requests are open again. I was wondering if you could maybe do a scenario of Kirishima asking his s/o to move in together, and then maybe write a little about their interactions. Like maybe they cook each other breakfast, give goodnight/good morning hugs, lifts or kisses? or anything of the sort?? Thanks! I really enjoy your writing!! ^^

alksd Yes more Kirishima requests! I love this boy he’s such a good I would die for him. Thank you anon for this quality request (sorry I couldn’t get a lot of your suggestions in bc if I did this would have been like a short novel omg I could go on forever writing fluff for this boy)

It was early morning, the golden rays of sunshine gently filtered in through the slits in the curtains. Kirishima sat at the foot of his bed, phone in his hands, trying to patiently wait for a reply. He had been hinting to something for the past few days, nothing saucy or anything like that, but more of a wholesome idea. His idea was, of course, that he wanted you to move in with him. Although, he had just now had finally been able to put his thoughts into words. Staring at the screen of his phone he wondered if you were even awake at this hour. Sending you a text asking about a possibly sensitive topic probably wasn’t the best move now that he thought about it. He nevertheless waited for your answer. After all, he did have his own apartment and you had been complaining about your roommates for as long as he could remember. In his head it all made sense. The two of you had been dating since high school and things have been a little lonely for him since Bakugou had moved out.

Kirishima got up to move to the main room and into the tiny kitchen to browse his options for breakfast. With a frown he picked up some leftovers of whatever the hell he managed to make from the night before and shoved it into the microwave. Classy. He moved to get a glass of water and nearly choked on his water when his phone buzzed and he saw the preview for your text. Without a moments hesitation he unlocked his phone and practically flew to the door, grabbing his keys and ignoring the beeping of the microwave.

As soon as he arrived at your apartment he got the stink eye from one of your roommates when they answered the door. He ignored them and waited for them to yell at you to come to the door. The second you appeared in the door frame he reached out and grabbed you pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you up and spinning you around. You laughed at his excitement and gave him a quick kiss as soon as he let you go. Looking like the love struck fool that he was, he followed after you as you beckoned him inside the apartment.

“You sure got here fast.” You laughed giving him a coy look. He responded by tugging you over to you to pepper your face with kisses while you giggled your little butt off.

“I was just so excited! This is so exciting!” He beamed after his onslaught of kisses.

“Just help me pack already.” You said tossing him a few things. “I didn’t ask for you to come over just to talk.”

The both of you managed to pack things up relatively fast. You hated to admit it but you hadn’t even unpacked most of your things since moving in with your awful roommates. It was a mixture between procrastination and the slow realization that your roommates, were in fact, awful. You had decided to leave things packed in a few large boxes in case you had the chance to flee this place. Although you were a little hesitant at first, thinking that they would be upset with you for moving out you almost refused Kirishima’s request for you to move in with them. Luckily for you, as one of your roommates screeched across the apartment that you were, “out of ass wipe,” definitely swayed your choice.

You arrived to your boyfriend’s apartment in record time considering it was pretty much down the street. It was clear that the two of you wanted to get there and spend some time together. So after hefting all the boxes up the stairs to his apartment you flopped down onto the couch, reveling in the new found freedom. It wasn’t long before Kirishima joined you and pulled you to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck and blew a few raspberries earning some surprised squeaks and sputters from you.

“This is so unfair!” You managed you yelp through laughs.

“Well now that you moved in I get to torment you with affection!” He grinned before continuing to tickle and kiss you.

“No, stop! It’s too much I swear you’re going to get kicked and it’s not going to be my fault!” You almost wheezed. “Someone help! I need a hero!”

“Oh well that’s just cruel. Are you calling me a villain now?” He said with a pout. He feigned being hurt and stopped, putting a hand over his eyes and pretending to cry. You jabbed him in the side and he lifted his hand giving you a coy smile.

“You’re such a butt Kiri, are you going to be this dramatic all the time?” You asked poking his cheek.

“You should know by now how I am you know.” He said poking you back.

“I know exactly how you are unfortunately.” You said. “And I know that you probably don’t have anything here for lunch do you?”

Kirishima sighed letting his head fall back onto the couch, thinking back to his forgotten leftovers in the microwave. He didn’t try to negate your statement which gave you your answer. Getting up you sauntered over to the little kitchen and opened up some of the drawers and cabinets. You frowned and looked over to the small pantry seeing that there was barely anything in there.

“Kiri, this is just sad.” You called to him.

“I know it’s bad.” He replied weakly. “I’ve been meaning to go shopping but..”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You huffed putting your hands on your hips. He perked up and poked his head up from the couch.

“You’re cooking?” He asked.

“Well you have enough for… some things at least.” You said. “It’s going to be better than whatever is seeping out of the microwave.”

You jabbed your thumb over your shoulder to the very sad looking microwave. Kirishima felt bad for leaving such a horrid thing in there. He’d have to open it to clean it but he wasn’t looking forward to the smell. He let out a groan and slowly got up to make his way to the small kitchen. You watched as he carefully opened the microwave and take out the smelly leftovers.

“Gross…” You gagged and pinched your nose while fanning the air in front of you with your other hand. “Just put it in the trash already!”

“I’m going, I’m going!” He said rushing to the trash and slamming the odorous mess into it.

You turned away and gathered things for whatever your could make out of this very limited amount of supplies. You knew it was definitely going to include rice considering you pretty much lived off the stuff yourself. Sometimes you just need to eat a bowl of plain rice and deal with it. After cleaning up his mess, Kirishima turned his attention to you and watched in admiration as you started to prepare something for lunch. He was completely smitten with you and he’d shout that to the heavens if you so much as asked. With a little smirk he slowly made his way over to you and snaked his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. You huffed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Oi, if you’re gonna stand here and be a nuisance you’re not gonna eat.” You said attempting to try and combine ingredients. ��Here, chop these things up and be useful.”

“Yes ma’am!” He chirped taking the assigned ingredients and moving to the side. His heart was soaring just being able to cook with you and he kept glancing at you like some sort of middle schooler with a crush. After cutting up all he needed to cut he leaned over and threw it into the pan as you instructed him to. Of course he didn’t do this without stealing a little kiss from you. You shook you head but he knew you were secretly delighted. It took him a second to realize that you had set the lid over the pan to let things simmer letting him try to take this opportunity,

“(Y/n)...” He cooed. You turned around and yelped as he lifted you up and set you on top of the small counter. His hands rest on your thighs while your hands had flown up to his shoulders instinctively. He reached up and brought your face down a bit to kiss you. His lips were a little chapped but you didn’t mind because they were warm and inviting. You were lost in the feeling and as he pulled away you found yourself cupping his face and bringing him into another kiss instead. He hummed into the kiss obviously pleased with his own decision to put you on the counter. You broke and nuzzled your nose with his, both of you grinning at each other like idiots. Oh how you could get used to this…

#bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha #kirishima eijirou #mha imagines #I'm sorry this is so late omg #I got caught up in replying to emails and stuff

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epiloguebxy-blog · 7 years ago

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BEST FRIEND! YOONGI

(word count is like 2000+ oops)

- First things first, let’s be real,, best friend yoongi would roll his eyes at you a LOT n0 doubt

- your friendship is probably built on insulting each other, in like an affectionate way lmao

- also music,, that would definitely be a major factor of your friendship

- he’d have such good song recs aaaaa

- i’m still screaming about his playlist on Spotify !!!!!!

- ok but like imagine trying to wake him up

- He’d probably hit u over the head with a pillow n prolly swear at u to get lost

- The most effective way to wake him up was to tip water on his face,,, which he hATes lmao

- But it works s0,,,

- Sometimes when he’d go a night without sleeping and was feelin kinda cheeky,, he’d pour water on u at 4:30am and justify it as payback

- loWKEY Cuddles

- like you’d just be sitting on the couch watching a movie n he’s just flop down and use your lap as a pillow and you’d be all like “yoongi wyd” and he’d be “shh ur comfy”

- OR he’d be working on his music really late at night and you’d try to stay up with him but eventually you’d just rest your head on his shoulder bc you’re So Tired

- he’d complain your head was too heavy before realising u had fallen asleep lol

- He’s become a lot more relaxed after you’d fallen asleep,, he’d probably wrap a blanket around you fjdfsjk hes a real sweetheart okay

- Okay but him teaching you piano awe

- so like at one point you’d really want to learn the piano but wHy pay for lessons when a Master Pianist was your best friend ??

- “hey yoongi can u teach me piano?”

- “no”

- “teach me piano or i’ll steal your kumamon plushie”

- “you wouldn’t dAre”

- “wATch mE”

- you’re over at his house and he’s complaining about how bored he is so your like “hEY you should teach me how to play that song u always hum in your sleep”

- “I’m not thAT bored”

- but he gives in and you’re sitting next to each other and he’s getting frustrated because you keep pressing two keys at once like “y/N ITS NOt thAT HARD”

- practice makes perfect J

- When u guys are sitting on his bedroom floor sharing earphones and he’s sitting cross legged working on his computer and you’re lying on your stomach tapping mindless rhythms onto his leg while watching him type

- More than once you guys have fallen asleep on the floor together

- You guys would spend most of your time at each other’s houses

- But when u did go out and catch a train or bus to the nearby shopping mall, you’d always share earbuds and he’d stare out the window and you’d always wonder what he thought about but whenever you’d ask he’d always just shrug and ignore you

- I feel like yoongi is one of those people that high key hates small talk like No I Don’t Care how the weather is, talk about your first pet or how u would pray to the stars bc u thought they would grant every wish

- and you guys would stay awake until the really early hours of the morning sitting on his bed and talking about all things that made u scared of the dark

- during the day I feel like your friendship wouldn’t be so much about talking, more about just spending time together at a local coffee shop sipping on scorching hot chocolates and just watching the snow fall outside and observing the people who came into the shop

- I think people watching would be something u guys did often, and you’d make up lil stories using all the information u could gather from a person

- like a lady is walking past wearing a business outfit n she is carrying a child and yoongi would guess that she was Smart And Successful and then start to rant about how Sometimes Success Is Not What Matters and the lady wanted a child to love n you’d nod b4 pointing out the lady wasn’t wearing a ring and suggested the child wasn’t hers n she was just babysitting or something

- Observation 101 ;D

- sometime when you’d force him to come clothes shopping w you and you’d try something on and asked if it suited you and he’s sarcastically cringe and be all like “don’t wear that when you’re with me”

- and you’d pout a lil before rolling your eyes with a lil “whatever” n he’d feel bad and be all “kidding, kidding, you look nice I guess”

- tho like tbh he’d give u fashion advice all the time like “geez y/n you’re wearing /that/ scarf with that shirt?” and you’d roll your eyes and be all like “ha yeah like you can talk you’re literally wearing pajamas”

- you’d go to every one of his basketball games and you’d always be the one cheering the loudest and he’d be low key embarrassed by it,,

- tbh he high key loved it but gosh no he’d never tell u that

- You were his personal cheer squad partly because you were proud him,,, mostly because you knew it embarrassed him lmao

- after every game you’d go this ice cream shop a few blocks down from the courts and you’d share a large sundae and he’d eat all the strawberries but you didn’t mind despite always complaining to him about it

- if u play a sport he’d absolutely be at all your games,, though he’d just sit in the corner and watch with a small smile that grew every time u looked over and waved at him

- sometimes,, by accident,, he’s get really into the game and if your team was winning or scored a goal he’d jump and with a huge grin before realising and slowly sitting back down lmao

- okay but you’d absolutely love when yoongi was in a really good mood because he’d always laugh and joke w you and he’d be grinning at you with his adorable gummy smile and it just made you really happy to see him like that

- sometimes yoongi would be feeling really down and just get all quiet(er) and reserved and just ignore you and u could always tell when he was upset but you also knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it

- and despite how much he insists he just wants to be alone, you knew deep down he appreciates your presence when he’s like this

- so you would always go get some take out and hand him a bowl of chicken katsu and rice but he’d just push it away but you’d just smile and pick up a book and read, leaning your back against him

- and he’d eventually reach for the food u brought him and you couldn’t help but grin, making sure your hair hid your pleased expression

- you always knew silence was best but if it was more casual you’d probably start ranting about how you’re beSt friends so you should tell each other stuff that’s getting u down ?? Buts he’d probably just have his headphones on and not even hear you

- You’d sigh and go over to him and start lazily massaging his neck n shoulders while clenching your jaw because you’re still low key annoyed he won’t talk to u

- But he’d tilt his head and accidentally moan really softly bUt it’s nOt his fAULT you’re really good at giving massages

- when you’re upset yoongi doesn’t really know how to properly respond

- I feel like he’d leave u alone for a bit first bc he just wouldn’t know what to say or do but then he’d remember all the times u were just there for him and he’d feel really guilty and uGH he better go check on you

- But like if it was something really bad like you were crying your eyes out I think he’d be REALLY concerned, especially if you weren’t telling him what was wrong

- like he’d demand to know if someone hurt you and silently swear that he’ll give it to whoever made you cry like this,, honestly he’d be so pissed

- but you’d just shake your head n grip onto his shirt while soaking his shoulder with your tears

- and he’d sigh and hold you close and gently stroke your hair

- he would feel really weird saying anything, even just a simple “it’d gonna be alright”, so I think he’d just try to let his really awkward affection speak for itself and hope you would pick up on it

- the next day tho after you assured him you were all better, he’d go back to his usual self and probably joke about how you made a mess of his shirt and you better not do that again

- tho this is his way of expressing,, not that he won’t be there for you,, but that he just prays there won’t be a next time because honestly he cannot stand seeing you that upset

- you know he’ll always care about and always be there for you when you needed him

- if you were feeling insecure about yourself and you even slightly expressed these thoughts to yoongi, first he’d definitely roll his eyes at you and second, he’d tell you appearance is pointless anyways and that you should instead fix your terrible sense of humor

- “stop worrying about that stuff y/n it doesn’t matter”

- “who cares what others think you look fine anyways”

- “stop saying that y/n I’d still be your friend no matter what u looked like”

- tbh on your birthday yoongi probably wouldn’t get you a gift because “materialistic items are such a waste honestly y/n do u want to kill the planet?” and you’d just roll ur eyes and he’d say something like “besides isn’t our friendship enough? it takes a lot to put up with you, you know?”

- okay but for one birthday,, he’d give u a song he wrote for you and he’d been working on for the past eight months and it was all about how grateful he was and he just put all his emotions and things he never could express to you all in this one beautiful song

- like just imagine him, it’d be a huge deal, this wasn’t something he’d do for just anyone and the song was really personal and to trust it with someone was a HUGe deal okay

- and he’d be low key blushing and you guys would just be sitting on his couch watching a movie like every year and he wasn’t really focused bc he was really nervous ??

- but then he’d just play it cool and be all like “oh yeah that’s right I got u something”

- and you’d be really!!?? bc wOW min yoongi actually got you a birthday present this year ??

- and he’d just toss the box to you, like not even pass gently even tho you were sitting like 3.2 cm away from him like thanks ?? he was just really nervous and trying to get over his nerves

- and you’d be smiling so much as you unwrap it and you’d see it was a cd and be like oh??

- he’d shrug like “I got bored the other night and just wrote it idk” and you’d have no idea he’d literally spent almost a year making the song PERfect

- and you’d grin bc you could tell how much this meant to him and you throw yourself at him, pulling him into a bear hug and he’d awkwardly pat your back n mutter a lil “happy birthday”

- honestly though, yoongi would be the best bestfriend like he’d always be there for you and he’d be so reliable

- okay okay I have a part two for this so !!!!! anticipate it ????

- I just got a lil carried away wow I just

- Love

- Best friend yoongi

- My precious honey boy

- Also yeah idK THIS IS MY FIRST TIME PUBLISHING SOMETHING LIKE THIS IDK GO EASY ON ME PLS ILY

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blacknovelist · 7 years ago

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How about Nana Shimura and/or Toshinori for the inbox meme? ^^

Spell a name and I’ll give you headcannons!

(lets do both because I have no self control and I love this ask meme, I hope ur ready for another round of “Novel can never shut up”)

Nana Shimura:

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Hmmm, I think it kind of depends on what time she’s eating and what she’s gotta do that day! Like if she’s eating late-ish bc of hero duties (or if she anticipates being busy all day), she might stick to simpler things like a bowl of soup or some plain rice with a few sides of whatever’s sitting in her pantry and fridge (ranging from nori, to pickles, to a bowl of fish balls from dinner). Something filling, but fairly quick to eat.

If she’s eating early bc she needs to be leaving earlier than usual to handle things (or if she doesn’t want to go back to bed) she’ll probably snack on various things around the house, even if they’re not really…. snacking foods. You can’t tell her she’s not allowed to eat it out of the pot by the spoonful when she’s the only one living there, dammit!

If it’s a regular day, there’s a 50/50 chance she’ll pick something different and random to eat, just for the heck of it - maybe some imported cheeses, or these new sausages she picked up from the market, because I��m still a huge fan of Nana kind of being a foodie and being willing to try literally anything and everything. The other 50% of the time, though, she’s probably eating a traditional breakfast (usually with Torino or Toshinori!)

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

I really think, outside of the fairly obvious answer of PE, she would’ve been really good in classes like social studies and history! In general, I don’t think there would be too many classes Nana isn’t fond of or terrible at though, in the end.

S: How stealthy are they?

Usually, she doesn’t need stealth, so on a day-to-day basis she’s of average stealth, for a Pro Hero, of course! Should the need arise, though, I think she can definitely manage a few notches above that. Nana’s no spy, but, she can avoid detection when a situation calls for it.

H: What is their deadly sin?

This is… a difficult one, bc we just, know nothing about Nana, ahaha. I mean, everything is just, pure speculation right now. In this case, I’m kind of thinking about and drawing from Ageswap!Nana a little bit, but… I’ve decided, after much thinking, Nana’s deadly sin would be Greed. Not by the classical definition but… i’m not sure how to really explain it, haha. It’s just… I think, there are things she wants to have, and wants to be able to have, but that she knows she shouldn’t or can’t because of her dreams and goals and job.

Drawing on other headcanons (like that she was a fairly ordinary hero and that possibly, during Nana and AfO’s fight, he brought up her husband), part of her struggles come from straight-up being a regular human being that wants a family and to live her life but can’t, because of her lifestyle. She wants it, can’t always have it, and needs to figure out how to balance it all out.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves

Anywhere from 7-9, on bad days to good days respectively. Nana knows what she’s capable of and who she is, and she’s happy with who that person is. (if the person she is can inspire kids like Toshinori, too, then surely she’s done something right, after all.)

M: What is their favourite dessert?

A tough one…. I think she’d be a fan of cold desserts, mostly. I’m thinking mochi and halo-halo, because those are… the only two coming to mind right now, haha.

U: What’s their voice like?

Fairly deep, kind of what comes across as a more traditionally rich female voice? I think she’d put a lot of inflection into her voice too, but it usually sounds smooth and… bright, like she’s smiling or in a good mood.

R: What are their hands like?

Though she wears gloves in her hero form, I think Nana has somewhat rough hands, from training. I also like to think she has big hands, if her pictures are any indication - their size can’t all be from her gloves, man! The kind of large, firm hands that would give All Might a run for his money.

Toshinori:

T: Where are they ticklish?

Mmm, Toshinori doesn’t entirely strike me as a very ticklish person in general! Though, if I had to pick a spot, probably his legs/feet. And it only tickles if they’re trying to tickle him, just jabbing him won’t do a thing.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

A systematic destruction of everything he’s worked to create and is working to protect. Toshinori thrives on belief, on hope; belief in his own skills as All Might; hope in the new generation of heroes; belief in his successor and the rest of UA; hope that he, together with everyone, can twist fate somehow. If it all crumbled, slow but inevitable - to see that kind of thing happen to the people he loves, to the city and world he’s tried so hard to keep standing with his own two hands, well, Toshinori isn’t the kind of person who wouldn’t take that kind of thing personally, to some degree.

Especially if it’s brought about by Shigaraki and AfO themselves.

S: How stealthy are they?

I think All Might is only loud and boisterous and with a big, unavoidable presence because most of the time, that’s what society needs. Someone big, grand, able to strike bad guys down with a single hit and, as a result of always announcing his presence in order to discourage villains, not stealthy at all.

However!!!!! I 10000% think Toshinori (both in AM form and true form) is absolutely capable of being sneaky when he needs to. His speed is an asset as All Might, even if his size isn’t necessarily, and as a kid he was small and quirkless - even with years of training to be a hero and having OfA with him, that kind of stuff doesn’t just, vanish. Toshi’s probably got some good tricks up his sleeve about disappearing into crowds from way back when, regardless of form.

H: What is their deadly sin?

In Toshinori’s case…….. I’d say Wrath and Pride. Tho not their classical definitions again, ahaha.

Pride, because having been the Number One hero, he always feels, to some degree, responsible for so many of the things that happen in the hero-villain scene, especially involving AfO - the sense of pride he feels he, as All Might, should have, as far as being the Symbol of Peace and someone who should be able to do things alone goes, often prevents him from seeking help. Which, is fairly obvious.

Wrath, though… wrath is because of how purely instinctual and emotional Toshinori is. He’s always stated to have been a prodigy with One for All, a natural user. I pointed it out once (in one of the Ageswap AU questions you asked me a while ago, funnily enough) that Toshinori, as hard as he tries, can still be swayed quite easily by his own thoughts and feelings, especially when a subject is personal to him. The best and most clear example (also the one I used in the ask, heh) is when All for One riled him up over Nana in Kamino Ward - those taunts led to Toshinori leaving himself open because he let that rage and anger guide him to strike back. And if it happened at that moment in time, what’s stopping it from happening at others? Even if the context wouldn’t be anywhere close to the same…. (this applies to emotions and thoughts and feelings other than rage too, of course, but in the context of the deadly sin, well, that’s self explanatory.)

So, two deadly sins…. though, if I had to actually pick, I’m not entirely certain which one I would go with! ^^;;

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

It…. changes, from time to time and day to day. Where we are in canon right now, I think…. he’s wavering around the 4-7 mark. He drifts towards seven more often lately though, especially when he’s got the kids and the other staff at UA with him to lift him up if he seems kind of down.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Before his injury, his breakfast schedule probably looked a lot like Nana’s did, minus the eccentric food bit! Though perhaps just a bit more beefed up, since he did quite a lot as Symbol of Peace, haha. Gotta make up for those burned calories, my dude.

Nowadays, his breakfasts are filled with tea and protein bars and crackers, spread out over the whole morning of course. He no longer has a “breakfast” to his routine, just a whole lotta snacks.

R: What are their hands like?

As All Might, they’re broad, firm - rugged from his work as a hero, but not necessarily rough. He has to take good care of all of him, and that includes his hands; not a crack on his skin, though it’s probably riddled in little scars you’d never notice unless you knew they were there.

In true form, his hands are, of course, bony. His fingers and palm remain the same length and all that, but they’re half the size to go with his dropped body mass. Just as firm and steady as they are when he’s All Might though, and you can see/find his little scars (from training, a few from old accidents, and also from working as a hero) much easier when he’s Toshinori.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #bnha headcanon #nana shimura #toshinori #Long post #BNHA Spoilers #novelist answers #randomly-passing-mia #I spent a long time thinking about these haha.... I tend not to really have solid headcanons until someone asks me and forces me to think #also i'd like to point out that despite how we all formed our own ideas of what Nana was like when she was alive #through the few times we've seen or heard of her in canon... many interpretations of her are very similar #just a thought is all

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endoyamato · 5 years ago

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HOW TO LIVE ON ~400BGN A MONTH (in bulgaria) (if you live alone+one pet)

this is a small guide i decided to put together for people in Bulgaria (or other countries who are poor, don't get paid a lot, live in capital cities etc). please note that i am privileged enough so that i live alone but i DONT PAY BILLS besides my phone bill and internet bill (which are altogether ~70lv). from what i understand though water+electric bill is around ~100lv so this guide should still help. i also have the privilege of having a full-time job that pays more than the above, but i was in a very tight spot a few months ago (and a couple of times last year), so i have this as a sure way to manage to survive until it gets better. therefore, my tips are for such a situation. i understand my privilege, but i hope this can still help people!

all currency will be in LV/BGN, as it is focused on Bulgaria. but you can probably still use some tips if you live elsewhere!

so, due to some stuff with the bank that i won't get into, a few months ago i was at -200lv in my bank account - i had some money saved+i took commissions, and i was able to cover that amount so that i was back to 0, but unfortunately that happened right before a trip i had to the UK. if you've ever been to the UK, esp London, you know it's expensive as fuck for everyone else. so for only one weekend, i ended up spending around 500-600lv (for hotel+food+tickets). which meant that i barely could manage for two-three months, because i was always short around 500-600lv (i only recovered this month - and that happened in may!).

the moment you get money, divide it into envelopes, each labelled for a specific purpose! for me, it's like this:

CAT - 50lv PHONE/INTERNET - 50lv (back then i paid less for phone lol)* MEDICATION (bc i have to buy+take meds) - 50lv GROCERIES - 150lv

that way, everything can come up to 300lv. *do NOT use text messaging services on your phone because those are pricy AS FUCK. and try to avoid calling 0700 numbers bc last time i racked up a +10lv bill just from that. try to use internet (mobile internet is cheap and limitless) as much as you can for everything. get viber, whatsapp, fb messaging, etc.

if you shop in a supermarket like Billa, Billa has cards. GET A CARD. they're free to make, and some products are cheaper that way, especially in the bigger supermarkets. i don't shop at Lidl, so i don't know if they have such a program. if you can, shop in a local small store - they're usually a little cheaper than supermarkets! buying in bulk from a small store can be embarrassing, but last time i went for basic groceries it was around 20lv.

things to buy that last a long time and are cheap:

- rice - pasta - ready to go noodles - eggs - soup - bread, but NOT WHITE. white bread molds really fast even in the fridge, so you'll end up throwing away half a package of bread after a week. - potatoes - FRESH vegetables* (tomatoes and cucumbers mainly, i can only eat cherry tomatoes which are more expensive but it's still ok because i buy a bunch and then just eat them over the course of a week) - krenvirshi, put them in the freezer

*if you are easily distracted and forgettable/have depression and low energy, do not buy frozen vegetables. i can't stress this enough. you will put them outside to unfreeze, then forget or feel too tired to cook them, and by the next day they will have to be thrown out. buy fresh vegetables and put them ALL in the fridge.

- if you find any, corn on the cob instead of in a can. put it in the FREEZER. in stalls outside (not in supermarkets), i've seen a package of 6 corns for ~4lv. they are more filling than a can of corn, and about 5 cobs last longer than a can, which lasts about 2 days and is more expensive overall.

i don't eat beans or 90% of dairy products, so i can't give advice on that!

- frozen meat, always try to look at the prices first of course. try to buy in broika instead of a package of a few. - spreadable cheese, try to avoid Philadelphia as it is more expensive. - try to avoid stuff like lukanki as they're usually pricy and can't last super long (in my experience at least) - olives - jars of pickled stuff, as they usually last a long time - frozen nuggets

try to avoid snacks like chips and cookies, but you can buy obiknoveni biskviti for pretty cheap!

now, if you are way too tired to cook or make something, here is a list of things you can eat outside that aren't that pricy: - avoid mcdonalds. i know it's tempting and seems "cheap" but it really isn't, and it's not very filling either - instead, go to KFC - they have something called a Street Box, that has a few pieces of meat+corn or a small salad i think for 2-3lv, and it can be a meal for two days. generally if you buy a KFC menu, you can divide it between 2-3 days - there is a hummusbar place in sofia around Popa, which seems pretty expensive but it's very filling and it can last 2-3 days if you save it properly. the thing i always get is around 11lv. - in smaller stores (not supermarkets) you can sometimes find sandwiches which are in a pack of 2. i personally can't eat mixed so i take the one with only kashkaval+lukanka, and it lasts 2 days. - a place on pl. makedonia offers really good grilled food for like... 3lv for a sald+meat+a bread. next to it there is a chinese place that’s again around 2-3lv a portion. around the same area there’s a tiny bar where things are expensive except a box of hummus which is 1.50lv and lasts a couple of days, but don’t buy bread with it bc that’ll raise the price by a lot. just get the hummus.

generally avoid restaurants and fast food places though, if you can. if you do go, try to leave something to take home.

if you have a pet like a cat, and it doesn't require special food (in which case unfortunately i don't have advice - my dog can eat only very special very expensive food, so obviously the expenses will be higher, but my mom takes care of my dog so), still don't buy the cheapest supermarket brand. be kind to your pet. don't buy it the level of food you yourself wouldn't eat. i usually buy cat pouches, and give my cat 1/2 of it daily + dry food, which he leaves in his bowl for the next few days. for dry food, i TRY to buy bulk that lasts about a month and costs around 13lv, but due to a bad back i can't always do that, so buy whatever you think is best. cat toilet, there is a brand that you can throw in your own toilet and lasts a month and a half for ~7lv, it’s called CITY PETS, silver protect. unfortunately bigger/expensive pet stores won’t have it, so you might have to look around neighborhood ones. i’ve discovered it lasts a REALLY long time. 50lv should be enough.

whatever you have left over at the end of the month in those envelopes, save and put towards next month's expenses. or buy yourself a starbucks because you deserve it!

if anyone has suggestions/corrections, please feel free to add stuff!

#tips #money saving #saving money #bulgaria #advice

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(1) So! A new kid moves to Salt Middle School. This is one of those kids that will analyze the shit outta everyone. "8:35am, day 13. today ___ was very quiet and looked kinda sad. Maybe he just overslept and got yelled at bc of it (evidence: coffee and yawning) If it gets worse I'll talk to him." & "2:07pm, day 8: Today ___ asked ___ out during math class. Dude's got some balls and no chill whatsoever." kinda thing.

How dare you, now I have yet another OC that I’ll never be able to use for anything else ever again! T-T

Also shut up your English is perfect and this prompt is amazing, I loved it so much and I love you, thank you!

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Going Native

Kenshin can’t help but stare.

Which, okay, is not exactly news. He stares a lot, all the time, at people and things he finds interesting. It usually doesn’t feel particularly rude - but in this instance, there is the unfamiliar thought nudging at the back of his mind to look away and leave it be. He’s not sure what to make of it.

The math lesson drowns on around him while he flips through his notes, the ones that concern themselves with anything but the actual subject matter of the class, and searches for any previous mention of that particular student.

Kageyama, is it? He honestly isn’t even sure about the name. Kenshin has been in this class for a month now and apparently there has not been a single noteworthy thing about this guy before today.

(And Kenshin wrote it down when Hiroki brought a cucumber sandwich instead of his customary tomato one. So Kageyama has literally been less interesting than a cucumber sandwich this whole time.)

Now Kenshin barely wants to look anywhere else.

It might be nothing. The blue-purplish marks peeking out underneath his high uniform collar could simply be a rash. Those can take pretty strange forms and colors sometimes. Even… vaguely hand-shaped forms. Probably.

Or. Maybe he got some paint on him. He might be an artist. Or maybe his parents are redecorating and he had to help with painting the walls. Maybe he was playing with finger paint with a younger sibling. Maybe it’s not paint and he simply has a girlfriend who got a bit eager. Really, there could be a number of reasons. Kenshin needs to learn not to jump to conclusions all the time, it gets him in trouble or, at the very least, into a multitude of awkward situations.

The quiet, boring, most invisible guy of the class does, however, finally get an entry in Kenshin’s notebook.

Thursday, math class. Kageyama. Weird marks around neck. Possibilities: rash (most likely,) paint, love bites (very unlikely)

He hesitates a bit before putting down choke marks as well. It seems unlikely too? But it is a possibility, so it should be on the list. If he’s already keeping these nonsensical notes, he might as well do it properly.

Kenshin isn’t all that good at talking.

Honestly, he isn’t all that good at a lot of things, especially those involving other people. He is trying right now, trying to get better, trying to not completely freak out at the thought of being the new guy in a school full of people who have already known each other for years.

The fancy little book his sister gave him for his last birthday is clutched hard between his hands nearly at all times. His legs are jiggling frantically up and down under the table, a movement that seems entirely out of his control. He knows it isn’t and that knowledge changes nothing.

The pages are rustling loudly between his fingers as he flips to an empty page. Imako is staring again, he writes down, even though he knows that taking notes during lunch will only make him seem more weird. He can’t help it, the back of his neck is crawling uncomfortably and he has to get rid of the tension somehow.

Don’t know what her problem is. Seems annoyed though, tired too, worse than yesterday. Think she studies way too much.

He’s not at all sure if this is helping, actually. It helps with keeping his thoughts and nerves in order, that’s for sure, but whether sitting quietly by himself and writing all the time will make him fit in with people here is pretty questionable.

Mariko is being way too obvious about her crush on Anzu again. Pretty sure she’s just humoring her at this point. Too nice to turn her down properly.

Kageyama is not in the lunch room, as far as Kenshin can see. Since this is the first time he’s actively looking for him during this period, it’s impossible to say whether or not that’s unusual. Maybe he’s never at lunch. Probably has some club or another that he eats with.

Those marks didn’t really look like paint, actually. And if they’re love bites then - well, it’s not as if Kenshin has all that much experience in this regard, but even as an outsider he’d have to question if a girl that leaves marks like that is entirely human.

(He puts alien girlfriend on the list. Just. For the sake of completion.)

There was a fight the day before.

A sort of turf war, apparently. Nobody really seems to know what happened and who exactly was even involved, but it doesn’t stop anyone from talking as if they know.

Kenshin is not the type to be interested in scandal. But the fact that Kageyama doesn’t show up to class again after lunch has his nose itching with something of an oddly triumphant curiosity.

He’s onto something here. He’s almost sure of it.

“Can I sit here?”

Kageyama doesn’t move his head. He just keeps facing forward, chewing slowly, shoulders drooping a little and hands lightly curled around his chopsticks on the lunch table. His eyes flick up to Kenshin’s face and down to the empty seat he’s pointing at, then up again.

“I think so,” he says.

That’s. Not exactly a friendly invitation. But it’s so soft spoken that it doesn’t exactly sound as rude as it could either.

Kenshin will take what he can get. Shoving his tray on the table, he climbs into the seat next to Kageyama and turns to face him.

The marks around his neck have receded a bit and are turning a sickly greenish yellow color around the edges. At this point, Kenshin seriously wonders why nobody else seems to be noticing this.

“You weren’t in class on Friday,” he says.

Kageyama keeps stoically watching Kenshin without actually bothering to face him.

“Hm,” he makes. His chopsticks clink lightly against the rim of his half empty bowl of rice. His temples look a little sweaty all of a sudden.

Kenshin can relate. The decision to try and talk to Kageyama was made in the heat of the moment, right when he noticed him sitting by himself in the lunch room, and he was so eager to go through with it that he sort of forgot his own inability to people.

Doesn’t help that Kageyama seems to be, unsurprisingly, not much of an expert either.

“Were you, uhhh - sick? Or something?” Kenshin is scratching his cheek nervously, already berating himself for asking such stupid, obvious things. “I mean, yeah, I guess you’re better now, right.”

“Who are you?”

The question takes a second too long to register. As soon as it does, Kenshin’s hand drops from his face. “Uhm?” he starts stupidly. “I’m - Kenshin. Yamato.”

Kageyama keeps looking at him as if still expecting an explanation.

“We’re in the same class?” Kenshin’s legs are jiggling frantically again. “I transferred here last month.”

“Oh. I didn’t notice.” He is so incredibly soft spoken that Kenshin barely hears him over the noise of the lunch room around them. At this point though, it doesn’t actually soften the harsh blow of his words anymore.

“I. Introduced myself in front of the class and everything. You didn’t notice that?”

Kageyama’s eyes flick around the room quickly. He shrugs. “No. Sorry.”

Kenshin’s mouth opens and closes in a probably quite comical way. Good thing Kageyama doesn’t really seem like the type to laugh. Ever.

The laugh that breaks out of Kenshin instead is too loud, just one single awkward guffaw, and then he’s already scrambling to flee the scene, yelling “Okay bye!” and tripping over his own feet.

Just as he’s left his seat he catches Kageyama finally turning his head a bit, but his quiet and slightly worried sounding “You forgot your food,” only really registers with Kenshin when he’s already out of the door.

Monday, lunch. 3 possibilities:1. Kageyama is super unobservant 2. I’m super forgettable3. Kageyama is actually savage

Kageyama looks around inconspicuously in class after lunch. When he finds Kenshin sitting a bit in front and to the left of him, he does this tiny, maybe satisfied nod and turns back towards the teacher again.

So he really, actually didn’t know they were in the same class. Kenshin buries his burning face in the pages of his book and wants to die.

Well. Looks like he’ll never try talking to anyone ever again.

He’s better at watching anyways. Observing. Who needs to talk to people to figure out why they came to school with super obvious choke marks on their neck? Not him. He can deduce things, like a cool detective. This is going to make everyone included feel so much less uncomfortable.

Kenshin doesn’t stalk people, he’s not that low. So it’s actually an honest coincidence that he’s right there around the corner when Onigawara comes up to Kageyama, who is struggling with carrying his books.

Onigawara! The guy who just recently nearly got expelled for his - delinquent dealings with girls’ recorders, of all things. It’s strange and disgusting and the talk of the school right now.

And this guy, barely looking like he’s holding himself together as it is, straight up offers to carry Kageyama’s books for him. And Kageyama kindly refuses. And then they walk off to Kageyama’s body building club together, with Onigawara sort of respectfully following behind a few steps.

Kenshin scribbles a huge What is happening?? underneath his neat accounts of Kageyama’s boringly routine school days and doesn’t even begin making a list of possible explanations. It’d end up three pages long and filled with the most ridiculous ideas.

(In one corner, using very small letters, he does write down secret gang leader? and then crosses it out again. That one’s even more unlikely than the alien girlfriend.)

Something weird and a bit scary is going on at Salt Middle. Kenshin manages to keep his head down and stay focused on his notebook. He’s not the only one walking through the halls with his eyes decidedly averted from everything. It’s one of the best strategies to stay out of trouble at the moment.

Only it’s exactly that strategy that comes back to bite him in the ass, seeing as he’s walking with so little attention to his surroundings that he bumps right into one of those student council members that are waging war on seemingly everyone right now.

The guy is smaller than him, a year younger too, and he still scares the piss out of him with his dead eyes that somehow manage to both look right through Kenshin and burn into him so ferociously that he’s immediately pinned to the spot, unable to flee.

“Did you know that running in the hallway is forbidden?” the council member asks coldly.

Kenshin takes a hasty step back, but the kid follows immediately. They’re standing in the middle of the hall and none of the whispering students all around dare to walk past them.

“I wasn’t running,” Kenshin hurries to say.

The council member kid tilts his head to the side with feigned disbelief. “No? So it’s not that you were just too fast to notice me in time, but you ran into me on purpose?” Kenshin barely has enough time to shake his head and hectically suck in a deep breath to prepare his protest before the kid already snatches the notebook right out of his hand. “Or I suppose you were just too busy with this.”

It doesn’t even seem as if he means to look. The whole encounter so far really doesn’t appear to be the least bit interesting for him. Kenshin feels like the kid is playing his part, and Kenshin was ready to play his own part, grovel and apologize and then scurry off for all the curious onlookers to witness exactly the kind of power play they’ve come to expect these last few days.

But the notebook is open and Kenshin’s writing is pretty large and the other just needs to glance at the page for a mere second to quickly glean the contents.

Kenshin is frozen. Something in the kid’s eyes becomes clearer, a sudden flare of interest, of surprise and - something else that makes the color drain from his face.

Slowly, he looks back up at Kenshin. His face hasn’t changed one bit, but when he speaks, his nostrils flare with disgust for a moment. “What sort of creep are you,” he says, low and monotone and dangerous.

Kenshin’s mouth is too dry, but he still tries to swallow and it scratches his throat. “I, I’m not -” he starts, but the knowledge that he has no chance anyways drains any will to fight out of him and he practically feels himself deflate on the spot.

Watching the kid roughly turning some pages, covered to the rim with lists and notes about various classmates and mostly Kageyama, he feels his mind detach itself and gently float away from the situation. It’s kind of nice, actually.

“How sad,” the kid sneers, hands crumpling the pages, “that people like you manage to go unnoticed for so long.” The book is closed with a snap and held up delicately between two fingers like a disgusting trophy. “At this school, we have respect for other people’s privacy. Obviously that’s a lesson you still need to learn. As a first step, this,” and he gives Kenshin’s fancy, expensive notebook a little shake, “is of course being confiscated.”

“Ah,” Kenshin hears himself make softly. “Of course.”

The council member kid stares him down for another few seconds, then finally steps to the side. “You’ll be late for class.”

“Okay,” Kenshin says, and proceeds to class. His limbs feel a bit wobbly, as if he’s moving them by pulling on strings attached to the joints from far away. Some people might be staring at him.

Kenshin is not the least bit surprised when he’s stopped by another council member the next day and the investigation of his bag reveals a pair of girl’s underwear he’s never seen before.

It’s okay though. Unlike most other people this happened to, he doesn’t have friends or any kind of image to lose.

His family doctor has known him for years and asks not a single question before agreeing to put him on sick leave for a few days.

Kenshin stays home, in bed, only crawling outside sometimes for a bowl of cereal or something, and hopes that the doctor’s word is enough to keep his parents mostly away for a while, seeing as his illness is apparently “harmless, but highly contagious.”

His sister texts him from the next room and sometimes he even answers. She asks “btw did that notebook help a bit?” and Kenshin sends three of the weirdest and least meaningful emojis he can find and shuts off his phone.

At some point, a group of delinquents stands in front of his window, throwing pebbles at it until he opens and then dramatically requesting that he join them on their quest for revenge against the student council kid.

Kenshin blinks for a while and then slowly closes the window again. After about a minute of him hiding his head under a pillow, they stop throwing pebbles and just leave.

When Kenshin has to go back to school, he still keeps his head down, but now while paying attention to where he’s going. Things seem to have calmed down a bit for now, though Kenshin wasn’t here so of course he doesn’t know what changed.

He’s kind of lucky, in a way. Not enough people had any idea who he even was and so many more interesting students got in trouble at roughly the same time, so his own personal stalker-slash-pervert scandal didn’t really get a lot of recognition all around.

Except in his class, of course. Because they do sort of know him. They are the ones who have been sitting next to him all day every day, the ones for whom his whole shtick of The guy who writes all the time was brutally turned inside out and changed to The guy who was stalking people and stole girl’s underwear.

Kenshin stops halfway through this train of thought, because he vaguely remembers that it started with “I’m kind of lucky,” but now he can’t recall the point he was trying to make to himself at all.

Either way, he makes sure not to take notes anymore. On anything. Not even on the stuff he really, really should takes notes on. Listening to the teacher in math class makes the few days he missed feel like a few years and he seriously needs to write this down, but every time he moves his fingers towards the pen, suddenly a thousand pairs of eyes are boring into his neck all at once.

The cheap, lined paper in front of him stays empty.

So do the seats next to him during lunch.

He doesn’t sit there for long, the happy chattering all around the room is just as deafening as the silence of no one actually talking to him and that apparently bothers him now even though it never did before. Better to just up and leave and flee to the empty hallway with the vending machine.

Just as he’s fishing around his wallet for coins, there is suddenly a very small, very reluctant “Uhm, excuse me?” from behind him.

With a pretty undignified squawk Kenshin jumps and nearly crashes face first into the vending machine before he finds his footing and quickly turns around.

Kageyama takes a hasty step back. “Ah. Hello,” he says, eyes flitting from left to right and back again.

Kenshin can’t possibly decide what horrifies him more right now - the fact that this guy is actually talking to him and that creepy council member kid could walk around the corner at any moment and see, or the fact that Kageyama looks as if he comes fresh from a wrestling match with a fucking bear.

The choke marks are almost completely faded, but Kageyama’s entire face is covered in darkening bruises, bandages and fresh scratches. His lips are split and his eyes bloodshot.

Kenshin’s silent, dumbfounded stare visibly makes his shoulders tense the longer it goes on. “I, I’m Shigeo Kageyama. Mob,” he finally says, even softer than Kenshin has heard from him before. “We’re in the same class.”

Kenshin swallows hard. “Yeah. I know that.” Even with his heartbeat hectically pounding in his ears, he can’t stop himself from putting emphasis on the I, knowing full well that this is not the time to get snarky, he’s trying to keep a low profile so he really shouldn’t be seen talking to - and being snarky to! - the guy he technically stalked before this whole mess.

Granted, nobody but creepy council member kid knows about that, probably, but still.

Kageyama nods. “Okay. I wasn’t sure. It’s been a few days since we talked.”

At first, Kenshin thinks he should mark it as a success that this time, Kageyama at least remembers him. But before he can get that far, Kageyama is already moving to hold something out towards him and any possibility of feeling good about himself today is snatched away in an instant.

Kageyama has his notebook.

Why does Kageyama have his notebook.

This is the worst.

Kenshin would very much like to stop existing now, thank you.

“Is this yours? My brother had it,” Kageyama is saying, though there appears to be a bit of a delay before the words actually reach Kenshin’s ears, and even then they sound oddly slowed down and far away. “He meant to give everything back he confiscated, but I think he forgot about this one.”

Kenshin’s arm is back to being tied to a string and being dragged forward by it all by itself. He barely even feels it when his hand loosely closes around his book once again.

“Did you read it?” he apparently decides to ask, though how and when that decision was made he couldn’t say, he wasn’t present at the time.

“No.” Kageyama starts to shake his head but then stops halfway. The movement must hurt. “Was I supposed to?”

“Not at all,” Kenshin answers strangely cheerfully. With an unnecessary look around - nobody ever uses this vending machine, it’s way too expensive and often broken so he knows the place is empty - he drops the notebook into his bag and then clutches it in front of him with both arms. “Why does your face look like that?”

(Why has Kenshin’s brain decided to just barf things out through his mouth without his permission, this is not fair and he would like it to stop.)

With a glance past Kenshin and towards the shiny surface of the vending machine, Kageyama appears to check his own reflection.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You know!” Kenshin crudely gestures to the bandages and bruises, flipping his hand back and forth between the two of them. “All - beat up like that.”

“Oh. That’s because I got beat up.”

In a way, Kenshin is grateful for the terrible, terrible confusion this whole conversation is dropping on him, because it’s sort of forcing him to come back to himself so he can actively try to figure out what’s even going on right now.

“Cool?” he starts, slowly. “That’s. I mean. That’s cool. Sure. And, uhh,” he wriggles his forefinger towards his own neck, “that? You had bruises there too, kinda looked like… choke marks?”

Kageyama’s nod is slow and thoughtful. “Someone did choke me. That’s probably where it was from.”

It’s not a surprise anymore at this point, but some small part of Kenshin was still hoping for the answer to be rash or alien girlfriend.

He takes a deep breath, trying hard to swallow the frustration that is coming included with these half-answers he’s getting. “Are you, like - alright?” he asks reluctantly, voice carefully lowered. “Do you need help or something?”

Kageyama puts a hand to his chin as he seems to consider this. “Did you understand the math lesson today?” he asks.

Kenshin is too dumbfounded by the question to do anything more than slowly shake his head.

“Ah,” Kageyama makes, and this time there is almost an emotion in his tone. It might be disappointment. “Then I don’t need your help, thank you.”

“Okay?” Kenshin laughs awkwardly, too loud and too shrill once again, the constant loops he’s being thrown for in this confrontation are starting to get to him. “I meant with whoever was choking you and beating you up? Because that seems kinda bad?”

Kageyama’s eyes are flicking around the hall again, from one side to another, sweat glistening on his forehead. “We stopped fighting. It’s fine now.”

Suddenly leaning forward into the other’s space, Kenshin lowers his voice and whispers: “Was it Onigawara?”

Kageyama is leaning back in turn and drawing up his shoulders, eyes widened as far as possible, considering they’re bruised and almost swollen shut. “Who?”

“Gah!” Kenshin wants to throw his hands up, but remembers just in time that he’s clutching his bag to his chest as if it’s a giant teddy bear and he kinda needs his arms to keep it from falling. “You know, the guy with the recorders! The, the, he’s got this hair and is leading a gang and all!”

Something like reluctant understanding is ghosting over Kageyama’s mostly empty expression, but it’s drowned out by the persistent question marks that remain in his eyes regardless. “I don’t really get it,” he says, “but you don’t need to worry. I just meant to give your book back. It looks expensive.”

Kenshin looks down to his feet in shame, fingers picking at the straps of his bag. “It was,” he mumbles. And even though Kageyama said he didn’t read it and Kenshin is actually inclined to believe him, he really can’t stop himself from trying to justify this whole thing. “I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable with it,” he says, barely even tripping over his words. “It just - helps me clear things up in my mind, you know.”

The way Kageyama tracks the nervous movement of Kenshin’s fingers and then looks up to meet his eyes again seems almost politely interested. “I don’t know,” he says and at this point Kenshin is not even surprised anymore, this guy has literally only given him both the strangest and at the same time most mundane answers. “But it sounds useful. Ah, apart from - making people uncomfortable, I guess.”

Kenshin snorts lightly. “Yeah,” he says slowly, glancing down at the floor again and then off to the side, not sure what to say next.

Neither is Kageyama, it seems. It’s just for a few seconds that the silence stretches between them, but it feels terrible and that just after they agreed to not make people uncomfortable, it’s ironic or something, Kenshin is sweating and he wants to leave but he has no idea how to gracefully end the conversation and -

“Well,” Kageyama says softly. “Bye.” And he turns and walks away.

Kenshin stares after him with a strange sort of respect. The sort that makes him think “next time, I gotta try and end a conversation that way,” even though he knows he’d never have the balls to do it.

Just as he starts to lower his bag, meaning to finally fish out enough money to buy a goddamn chocolate bar, he notices someone stepping up to Kageyama at the end of the hall from the corner of his eyes.

With a quick double take, Kenshin whips around again and watches as Onigawara leans down to Kageyama, talking casually, seemingly offering to carry his school bag. Shigeo-who-is-Onigawara-never-heard-of-him-Kageyama gently shakes his head once again.

And somehow, somewhere in that conversation, Kageyama must have said something about Kenshin, because suddenly Onigawara looks up and straight at him.

Kenshin stops moving. It’s what he’s heard you’re supposed to do when being stared down by a dangerous animal. Or, wait, was it actually what you’re not supposed to do? Was it actually “walk backwards slowly and don’t make eye contact” or - dammit he doesn’t remember!

Just as he’s silently reaching the peak of his panic, Onigawara straightens up at the end of the hallway, still staring him down with that customary frown of his, and nods at him. Once. While tapping his own chest with his fist in a sort of - respectful way? Or. Not respectful. Just, kind of, in a way of nearly friendly acknowledgment.

Then Kageyama starts walking again and without a single word or signal or anything, Onigawara loyally follows behind.

Ah.

He already got it right before.

Secret Gang Leader.

Makes sense.

Kenshin finally gets his chocolate bar, the cheapest one he can find. He replays that conspiratorial nod in his mind. He doesn’t hope it means he’s some sort of honorary gang member now.

(Except he really does.)

(Because shit, he’s never been that cool before.)

#maple-maypole #mp100 #writing prompt #oneshot #fanfiction #also #art or sth #cause I fell in love with Kenshin a bit and I had to draw him #I went in a slightly different direction with him than in your prompt... sorry about that >.<#but this one really helped #I'm starting to feel a bit less horrible about my writing again #bless you 💙

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Nashville : June 2017

This recent trip to Nashville was easily one of the top two vacations of my life. Since there are so many memories I want to hold on to, I decided to write them all down.. Early morning on Tuesday June 13th we headed out of Columbus. On our way down we stopped by Chik-fil-A, of course, and then at Dinosaur World in Kentucky. They have 150 dinosaur statues set up throughout their wooded park and allow dogs. It was the perfect place to stretch our legs for a bit before the final leg to Nashville. We got into Nashville around noon. It was too early to check into our airbnb so we headed downtown to the farmers market and bicentennial park. We let Samson cool his feet in the Rivers of Tennessee fountain park while we waited for our Bella Nova pizza. Then sat in the shade and ate lunch. After that we walked around the park seeing the Court of 3 Stars and Bell Carillon. We walked down the Pathway of History stopping to see their World War II Memorial and Statehood Memorial over the McNarry Spring. Next we killed time by driving around the east side, locating some spots we knew we'd be visiting and finding some iconic Nashville murals. We also stopped into Project 615, a clothing store in the Fatherland District. We bought each other a Nashville tee, since the traditional two year wedding anniversary gift is cotton. The girl working in the shop was so nice. She gave Samson treats and gave us 615 stickers. She also suggested we check out the pet shop a few doors down so we did. Samson had his fill of treat samples and we purchased him the most adorable rain poncho (even though it never ended up raining when he was out of the house, haha). Our airbnb was so cute. It's was a remodeled upstairs loft space near Eastwood. It was so close to everywhere we were going. My favorite feature was that we were able to leave Samson home alone when we went out to dinner or a show. (most dog friendly hotels won't let you leave dogs unattended in rooms FYI). Once we settled into the house we decided to just run out real quick and bring some dinner back to the loft. We decided on Dino's which was just 5 mins from us. Dino's is a serious hole in the wall but Chelsea Lankes swears by their burgers. Jerry and I agree, they were so good! Wednesday morning we woke up at the crack of dawn ready to start exploring the city. Our first stop was in the Gulch to find the #WhatLiftsYou wings. We then got some refreshing drinks from Starbucks to try and combat the already sweltering heat. We parked in Hillsboro and got some pastries from Provence Breads & Cafe. Everything we tried from there was delicious. They even gave us a free pastry for choosing them over a chain bakery. Hillsboro is such a great area full of local restaurants and cute shops. From there we walked over the Fannie Mae Dees Park in hopes of seeing the Dragon Statue but it was currently being repainted. But we carried on and traveled over to Love Circle. It's a large hill that has great views of downtown and the surrounding hills. At this point we were really second guessing our choice of this trek on such a hot day but since we were halfway through we carried on. We made our way up to Centennial Park. There was a great fountain right where near we entered which Samson loved walking through. Then we took a nice long rest on a bench swing in the shade. As we walked towards the Parthenon I bought some lemonade from the cutest little boy collecting donations for his friend at Children's. It was so refreshing on such a hot day. After Centennial we crossed through Vanderbilt campus to get back to Hillsboro. While passing by the football stadium we noticed the tunnel was actually open so Jerry walked onto the field. Once back in Hillsboro we got a patio table at Fido and had some delicious sandwiches for lunch. That evening, if you can believe it, Jerry and I got the amazing opportunity to meet and hang out with THE Chelsea Lankes. We've been such fans of her music for years. It's was indescribable to chat her up like a friend. We met at Barista Parlor in the Gulch and she bought us all a round of iced coffees. Chelsea and I had a bourbon vanilla iced coffee while Jerry had a caramel whiskey. We talked about mine and Jerry's trips to Nashville, Chelsea's time in LA, relationships, our jobs, dogs, how people don't know how to pronounce Lankes, true crime pod casts, long term goals, family and Chelsea's new music. At one point Chelsea checked her phone and said "it's 6:15" and Jerry and I both died, haha. She invited us out to her car to listen to some demos of some of her new songs which was seriously amazing. Every one she played for us was bangin', we can't wait for her to release the singles this summer. While listening, Julian pulled up. They're seriously so cute together. She got out of the car and they started dancing in the street. Jules climbed in the backseat with me and when Chelsea skipped to the next song he said "why'd you turn that off? it's about us cuddling". So cute. We snapped a quick photo together and had Chelsea sign our vinyls before she had to run off to hot yoga. At her suggestion, Jerry and I quickly checked out a roof bar at a nearby hotel and caught some great sunset views of downtown Nashville. After that Jerry and I being true tourists hit South Broadway. We grabbed a quick bite of hotdogs from a street vendor while we meandered through souvenir shops and listened to live music. We of course had to stop at Savannah's Candy Kitchen to load up on chocolate covered marsh mellows, rice krispy treats, candied apples and fudge. We stopped by Luigi's for a drink at the bar and a pizza to go. On the way back to the car we passed by the Country Music Hall of Fame to take a pic with the TS Education sign bc Taylor Swift owns my ass. So then we went back to our loft for the night. It was much later/darker than it had been the night before when we took Samson for his walk. The alley behind our house was basically pitch black. But honestly it was alright because as we were also smoking up ya feel. So we're walking and we turn up onto a main street. It was a little more lit but still pretty dark and we, ourselves, were feeling pretty lit. As we're walking up the street I see something just sitting there. At first I thought it was a rabbit because it wasn't moving. Then as we got closer I could tell it was just staring at us even though I couldn't see it's face, which is always a freaky feeling. For a second I thought it might be an opossum or a raccoon, both which would have freaked me the fuck out. As we got a little closer we realized it was just a cat and literally as we were realizing this we hear the nastiest low gurgling growl coming from a yard to our right. We look over and the whole yard and house are pitch black. We can only see a small white picket fence and hear this dog that sounds like it wants to kill us. So we're fucked up, already a little freaked out from the cat and now pretty sure some beefy dog is gonna lunge over this small ass fence and try to eat us. We power walked our asses out of that street as fast as we could! It was seriously the craziest experience! To update, we drove by that house like three more times trying to find out what breed of dog that was and how it was secured in that yard but never saw a dog there. Thursday morning, our anniversary, we woke up and took Samson with us to South Broadway to walk the John Seigenthaler pedestrian bridge, which Samson shit on haha. We saw some great views of the Titan's stadium and of the downtown skyline. Afterwards Jerry and I went out to breakfast at Fenwick's 300. Chelsea had recommended it because Julian works the bar there. It was a very cool restaurant. Their bar top was made from a lane from a bowling alley that had previously been in that location. The food was amazing. We toasted to our anniversary with some mimosas. Jerry got breakfast stir fry while I went with basic eggs, bacon and toast. We also shared the amazing french toast. It was great to chat up Julian. We mostly talked about dogs. I tried to talk him out of wanting a husky but I don't think it took. We were showing him a picture of Samson when another server brought our food. Julian elbowed her, "look that's Samson" and after briefly looking she responded, "uh huh, want some hot sauce?" Jerry and I thought it was too funny. We had planned to walk around 12 South for a bit after breakfast but 1) we'd misjudged our time and had a standing appointment at noon and 2) it had started raining. We decided to just drive through 12S to see if Amelia's flower truck was still there or if they'd left due to the downpour. Luckily, they were! We figured we better buy some flowers now rather than track them down again later. By this time the rain was really coming down. We maneuvered around swept away garbage cans to park on a side street. Jerry had to jump over a 3+ foot river flowing down the gutter to bring the umbrella around for me. Even with that, we were soaked through by the time we made it up to the truck. But I didn't mind. The flowers were so lovely. They traveled well and they're still giving off an amazing perfume in our bedroom. At noon we had an appointment at Gold Club Electric to get our matching 615 tattoos. It was so special to us to get the tats on 615 in the 615. The guys at the shop were so nice. Our artist chatted us up about Columbus, he used to live in Cleveland. The tattoos went so easy and quick. Once done the employees even helped us take an awesome pic of Jerry and I holding hands while showing off our matching tats. We then went just around the corner to Soda Parlor, probably one of the cutest places in town. They're known for their killer floats made from craft sodas and local ice cream. They're all topped with whipped cream and sprinkles and served in a Mason jar. I ordered the Freakin' Fosters which was a mix of Mike's vanilla ice cream and Sprecher's Orange Dream soda. Jerry got the All Hail Starstream with vanilla ice cream and Maine Root Mexicane Cola. They were both so delicious. Another very cool feature about the Soda Parlor is that they have a free arcade. I had to play TMNT. I just wish the game let me play as Michelangelo instead of Leonardo, haha, but I still kicked ass. Since the rain had stopped and we had some time to kill we decided to head back to 12 South and actually walk around. (We stopped by the airbnb to pick up Samson and change since we were still a little damp and the temp had dropped. When we walked in the house I asked Samson if he wanted to smell my Amelia's flowers. He did... and then tried to eat them. Haha, still laughing about that.) Walking around 12 South we mostly window shopped. But we did find the I Believe in Nashville mural as well as a few others. We never did find the "make music, not war" mural but that just means we'll have to go back. We also stopped into Five Daughter's Bakery. The donuts are expensive but seriously worth it. What I would give for a chocolate sea salt donut right now ladies. Later that evening we had tickets for the Bluebird Cafe. It's an iconic listening room in Nashville. Artists such as Garth Brooks and Taylor Swift were discovered there. We were ecstatic to get tickets since there are only about 60 seats able to be reserved. Luckily I was able get two tickets are soon as they went on sale. As for the show, I wish I could put into words how amazing it was. The artists, David Seger, JP Williams, Darryl Macquarrie, and Jeremy Busser were so personable. They joked with the crowd, told the stories that influenced their songs and played an amazing set. It's honestly a surreal experience and I'd recommend it to everyone. Friday was our last morning in Nashville. We didn't have to check out until noon so we decided to hit Shelby Park, a metro park right near our airbnb. We decided to walk around Sevier Lake. When we pulled up the parking lot was full of sleeping ducks and geese. I got out of the car and they literally came rushing over quacking and honking. Honestly, so sad I didn't have any duck feed on me. Walking around the lake we saw a man feeding the squirrels, lots of turtles and water birds. It was such a chill area of people just hanging out and fishing. My favorite part was a huge willow on the south end of the lake, so dreamy. We also hopped over to the Shelby Dog Park so Samson could run loose for a bit. After that we packed up the car to head home. Our last stop on our way out of Nashville was Consider the WLDFLWRS, a jewelry store that's owned by Emily (the wife of Ben who is the musical talents behind My Red + Blue). I've been following the shop's instagram and I love their pieces. Jerry bought me a small pendant with an H stamped into it. I adore it. The girl working the shop, Hannah, was so sweet. She loved meeting Samson and told us about her new pup Dolly. We got to chatting about how I knew about the store. Hannah mentioned that if I liked Ben's music I should check out Yøuth (aka Chelsea's boyfriend Julian). Turns out Julian was in Hannah's wedding and Chelsea is one of her very good friends! Nashville is such an amazing city, it's really like a big town. I cannot wait to go back xxx

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