#but at the same time the chibis leave room for imagination so

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

more jason todd hcs because i said so!!! pt 2

or more like what was he doing at wayne manor when he wasn't busy being robin pt 1

back in crime alley, he’d go to the one library because it opened late and had air conditioning and heating (a luxury his own home didn’t have)

he’d read basically anything he could get his hands on

mostly he reads stories about fantastical adventures in far off lands, fighting monsters and saving the day

sometimes he read stuff like the little princess and prays that really will be him one day

so when he meets batman for the first time and he doesn’t get beaten up for stealing the tires but instead adopted? he can’t help but want to see where this goes

he tries so hard to make bruce not regret his decision

he makes sure to stay at the top of his classes, even when that means late nights studying in his room even after all of his training

he finds any newspaper articles that he can on robin and marvels at all of his feats

he reads true crime cases, even if they make his stomach churn, so he can improve his investigation skills

he trains until he retches on the floor, and then he cleans it up so as not to bother anyone and goes back to training

sure he acts all confident and happy but really? he knows that his current life was given to him by the whims of some rich guy and he could very well lose it all the next day

he stashed nonperishable food in his room, trinkets he’s been gifted that he thinks he could sell

but as the days go by and it seems like bruce has no intention of making him leave, and in fact he’s being treated almost like a son? it makes jason gain hope

the first time bruce asks him to come to a gala, jason is so excited he can’t sleep

he's stressing out over his suit (it's the first time he's ever worn one, much less had one custom made to fit him)

he checks up on it multiple times a day and will lowkey freak out if he finds a wrinkle (he won't because obviously it's alfred)

he's practicing how to tie a tie in the mirror perfectly

once he gets to the gala, he's buzzing from the nerves and excitement

will he feel out of place amongst all of these rich people who probably see him as a charity case?

sure, but the fact that he’s making a public appearance…surely this means that his stay at the manor will not be short-lived

he gets introduced as bruce’s adopted son and with each greeting he can’t help but puff his chest out just a bit more

as he wanders towards the punch bowl, he hears a group of ladies gossip about whether jason is actually bruce’s illegitimate child

it makes sense. they both have black hair, blue eyes, the same square jaw and heavy set eyebrows

he could probably correct them if he wanted to. but this is one rumour he doesn’t mind floating around

and that night, he has never been more grateful for the colour of his eyes

he thinks somewhere along the way he gets caught up in all of it

he lets himself get comfortable at the manor

he didn't have much in his room growing up. mostly because there wasn't anything to display to begin with, but also because they'd be evicted from their previous place so often, more belongings just meant more things to move

fills his room with personal trinkets. a dagger here, a mask there. he has photos framed. him meeting the justice league, with the titans, his first christmas at the manor (bruce has the same one in his office too)

i personally hc that some entrepreneurial gothamites have made bootleg batman and robin merch (actually is it bootleg if there's no official merch? who knows)

kind of like those i heart new york shirts with the local tourist spots on it

but it's batman lmfao

butttttttt i'm just imagining them coming across a dude selling chibi batman and robin merch while they're on patrol

and bruce hates it because like why is his head so big? why are his eyes so disproportionately large? does he have some sort of illness

but he notices how long jason's staring at them so he breaks the batsona for a bit to buy it for him

and jason has it on display in his room

imagine if they have one of those height markers in the house from when dick was still home

and then they add jason's and he can't help but stare enviously at dick's marking and wonders when he'll get there

alfred assures him he will be as tall as master dick one day, and they'll make sure to add it so that he "wins," as he so put it

unfortunately that day won't come. not because he doesn't grow taller than dick but by that point, it's too late

he has his own personal corner in the library

it's a cozy armchair that's just close enough to a window to get natural light while he's reading, but also close to the fireplace so that on winter days he's not freezing to death

it wasn't like that when he first got there. actually, the chair was much closer to the fireplace, where the rest of the furniture is arranged

but as time went on, he thought it'd be okay if he moved the chair just a littleeee bit more to the right. surely bruce wouldn't mind. and nobody ever said anything, so he'd move it bit by bit until eventually it was where it still is

it looks kind of out of place at this point. i mean, imagine a singular armchair way off to the side. but it's his spot and nobody moves it, even after he's gone

honestly, everybody else never really went into the library before or after, but whenever jason had free time, that's where he would be

he's just always there, even though he's been told that he's allowed to take the books around the house or to school if he wants

he's so careful with keeping the books safe, thinks it best that he leaves them in the library

he doesn't want to give them a reason to think he's a bother

he will bring a few books to his room, the ones he likes to read before he goes to sleep to wind down

i'm just thinking about the little reminders of jason todd scattered throughout the manor

the dining chair that's a little wobbly from the time jason tried to show bruce a trick

a burn mark on a wooden pan handle from the first time alfred taught him how to cook

a window pane that's not quite like the rest of them after he tried to copy dick's iconic quad flip

a bronze dog statue in a hallway because of course the waynes would own one. its head is shinier than the rest of its body from the times he would pet it

and sure, you could call it damage if you wanted to

but it's hard to think about it that way when really, those are some of the last reminders that he really was there

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[laxmiree]

[CN] 5th Anniversary - Lucien (King Fuk Street)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

“I'm a bit surprised by this future me.”

“Since a long time ago, my eyes have always been fixed on the direction of the world, and I am accustomed to searching for truth and answers alone.”

“So I never imagined that there would be another person standing beside me one day in the future.”

✧ 5th Anniversary Event | Prologue | Creative Workshop | King Fuk Street (You’re here!) | Wonderland | Star Plaza | Final Day- Heart Rain Lake | Roast! | Truth and Dare Pinball Machine | Random Event tidbits

(T/N: since every day basically follows the same routine of MC waking up in their hotel room to find Lucien not doing anything about his 'report' (lol), being suspicious about it, and then Lucien diverting her suspicion, for now I'll only translate the main part of the story and add other parts (chibi & hotel room) later~)

With the sun shining brightly, we went to a small store called "Step in Time" as recommended by the guidebook.

But when we got to the store, we met with a long queue of people.

MC: Isn't this store too popular…

I said that as I took a big step and hurried to the end of the line. Lucien stood behind me and reached out to lift my hair that was caught in my scarf.

Lucien: The store's AI technology is really attractive, according to the brochure.

Lucien: Using the keywords, descriptions, and personal characteristics entered by the participant, a simulation of their image from ten years ago can be generated.

Lucien: Then you can have a dialogue with yourself from 10 years ago

Lucien: I think this is a surreal experience that most people wouldn't want to miss.

I can't help but imagine myself and Lucien ten years ago, and I curiously tilted my head.

MC: If their AI technology can achieve this effect, it is worth looking forward to it.

MC: However…

I glanced at the long, endless line and angrily raised my fist.

MC: If it is over-hyped, I have to make an honest evaluation and defend the rights of consumers!

Lucien: The Great Producer has spoken, so how can I, as the program consultant not help?

Lucien: When the time comes, we will work together and strive to make them speechless.

Seeing that Lucien agreed with me in a good mood, I also smiled at him.

We finally entered the store just as the sun was about to fall into the horizon.

The clerk led us into a graphite-colored room with cube machines in the center, which reminded me of the technology that often appears in science fiction movies.

Clerk: Enter your information into the machine and proceed to the corresponding holographic projection room when you are done.

The clerk gestures to the two more doors at the end of the room and then turns to leave.

Lucien and I went to the machine with an unspoken understanding and began to enter information according to the guidance on the screen.

It's just that the process is taking longer than I thought –

It is necessary to capture the face and voice and enter personal information, preferences, personality, experience, and other information.

After pressing the final "ENTER", the screen popped up with small letters - "Do not worry about privacy issues. The system will automatically eliminate all information after the end of the dialogue."

MC: So professional...

I tilted my head and looked at Lucien, who was two machines away from me

MC: I'm finished. I am just waiting for the generation to be completed~

As soon as my words fell, Lucien also slightly tilted his head and looked at me with a smile.

Lucien: But… I'm more interested in talking to MC from ten years ago than to myself

MC: Eh? If you put it that way… I think I want to talk to you from 10 years ago too!

As I said that, I glanced at the closed entrance, made a plan, and lowered my voice.

MC: Lucien, should we secretly change places and enter each other's rooms?

MC: If both parties agree, it should be considered in line with the rules. What do you think?

Lucien: Of course, I have no problem with that.

In the dim light, I seemed to see a sly arc rising from the corner of Lucien's mouth. There is a faint illusion of "being tricked".

The machine beeped, "generation complete", not giving me time to think deeply about it.

Lucien: Come on, let's go in.

As he said that, he walked toward the room facing me, and I stepped in the opposite direction.

As the door closed, there was no light in sight. About a few seconds later, there was a glimmer of light around me.

A blurred outline of a human figure appeared, and a much younger "Lucien" appeared in front of me.

It was him at age 16.

I carefully traced the "Lucien" in front of me. The expression of his eyebrows and the angles of his eyes were slightly youthful, but on closer inspection, they seemed to be the same as now.

Isn't this AI technology too powerful? There is a sense of time travel, a real sense of facing each other.

As I was thinking about it, "Lucien" slowly blinked his eyes.

Young Lucien: Hello.

I couldn't help but smile as his youthful voice fell on my ears.

MC: Hello, Lucien. I'm MC from 10 years later.

Young Lucien: MC...

He softly read my name. His deep eyes lit up a little.

Young Lucien: So, are you someone I'll meet in the future?

MC: Yes, I'm the person you will definitely meet in the future.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze carried some probing and scrutiny.

MC: You don't seem to believe it?

Young Lucien: There is something special about you, but you are no different from anyone else.

MC: Really? And how do you see me now?

Young Lucien: Like… a butterfly.

Faced with his young face, I can't help but want to tease him.

MC: Pfft. Little Lu, the future you will have a different answer to this question.

MC: If you are curious, grow up quickly, and the future will give you the answer.

He looked at me as if he saw something through me. After a few moments, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Young Lucien: Then, I'm a bit surprised by this future me.

MC: Why do you say so?

Young Lucien: Since a long time ago, my eyes have always been fixed on the direction of the world, and I am accustomed to searching for truth and answers alone.

Young Lucien: So I never imagined that there would be another person standing beside me one day in the future.

Young Lucien: I'm surprised that you're here.

"Lucien's" voice is soft but clearly fell on my heart.

MC: In fact, you are still on the path of exploring the world ten years later, more determined than anyone else.

Young Lucien: If that's the case, then why are you still with me?

MC: Because...

I didn't know how to answer this question for a while, so I instinctively spoke without thinking.

MC: While you keep exploring the world, I will always try to catch up with you.

MC: Although you're walking very fast, I've managed to catch up with you a few times!

The "Lucien" in front of me froze and soon smiled.

Young Lucien: A future like this seems very promising if it really exists.

Young Lucien: But I'm curious about the answer. Maybe the future me has come to the exact result.

Young Lucien: That's why you're here.

Somehow, at this moment, I felt as if he and the current Lucien had overlapped with each other.

Young Lucien: See you in the future, MC.

As his voice fell, the figure in front of me slowly disappeared, and the door behind him opened automatically. I walked out of the room in a trance, just in time to see Lucien come out of another door.

Lucien: It seems that our swap was a good choice.

Lucien: MC from ten years ago was even cuter than I expected.

Remembering the miraculous "conversation through time" behind that door, I subconsciously blurted out.

MC: What did you and the "me" from ten years ago talk about?

Lucien: What did you say to the "me" from ten years ago?

Our voices speak in unison and then tacitly pause as if waiting for an answer from the other side.

MC: Hmph, I'm not going to say it first.

While we were talking, there was a joyful noise outside the window. When I look at the time, it's time to release the lanterns.

MC: Lucien, look!

The ink-colored sky was drenched with candlelight-like lanterns, fluttering and flying high.

The sky is filled with wishes, letting each of the sincere expectations given to the night have a home to return.

MC: It's so beautiful… Should we also release a sky lantern?

Before I finished my words, a sky lantern descended in front of us against the "tide" of lanterns.

I blinked and subconsciously raised my hand to catch it.

Underneath the tiny lantern filled with tiny flame, there was a note with familiar handwriting-

"Hello, MC."

In a flash, it seemed to mirror Lucien's "See you in the future" from ten years ago.

MC: Why is it here…

Lucien tightened his grip on my palm and looked at me with a smile in his eyes.

Lucien: Perhaps because this wish has unknowingly become a reality.

Lucien: So it no longer needs to fly to the sky, but to meet us.

[euphoricimagination]

Part 20: A cozy day and an unexpected visit from your idiotic friends leads Kenma into asking you a question he never thought he'll ask....Marriage...?

Warning: slight nsfw

Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21

From the beginning

You woke up at 9 am today with Kenma hugging you like you were a teddy bear, since he went to sleep late after his stream last night; after all, being a worldwide known streamer and YouTuber meant that his streams start relatively late to accommodate as much people as possible.

You slowly try to get up, moving Kenma’s arms as carefully as possible to not wake him up, however, when you sit at the border of the bed his hand suddenly grabs your hand.

"Stay" says with his raspy morning voice, pulling you slightly since he just woke up

"I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll come back" you try to stand up, however he pulls you down to the bed and puts himself on top of you, cuddling as close as he could

"I don’t care, stay, it's our lazy day" says, making you chuckle while you play with his hair

"It is, that’s why I don’t want to pee myself"

"Don’t care"

"Please, I really need to go"

"Aggh fine…I’ll set up Overwatch in the mean time" says finally moving so you could stand up

"You’re such a clingy baby sometimes"

"You must like it to be with me for almost four years"

"Touché"

You two spend almost all day in bed playing games, or him playing while you watch or read something, both just enjoying each other's presence in the coziness of your home. For both of you this type of days were the best, especially since you two are constantly busy.

"Kozume Kenma! Stop tickling me! Ohmy- You fucking asshole!" You say with a smile on your face, an annoyed noise coming out of your mouth while falling into Kenma’s lap, who just laughs "You cheater! I was so close to beating your score!"

"Almost made it babe, maybe next time" he smirks while looking at you lovingly, caressing your cheek

"If you hadn’t tickled me I wou-" you were cut by the doorbell ringing multiple times "You lucky bastard"

"You love me" says with a smile before you leave the room to open the door

"Yeah, you’re lucky for that too" you leave the room to open the door, your eyes going wide as you go to hug the person behind the door "Tetsu!!"

"Chibi-chan!" He hugs you back while chuckling

"Come on in" you move so he can enter the house. You three had met before, but since all of you had different schedules it was always hard

"What are you doing here?" says Kenma tiredly coming out of the room

"Hi to you too Kenma. So welcoming" says Kuroo rolling his eyes "can’t I come here to visit my best friends? I even brought take out for us"

"Fine, you can stay"

You ate dinner talking and laughing, mostly making fun of each other, Kenma specifically making fun of how Kuroo still didn’t have a girlfriend. You also talk about volleyball, since Kuroo was joining the Japan Volleyball Association after his graduation and you work with a pro-team that’s getting ready for a tournament. At some point the conversation leaned into business stuff within Kenma and Kuroo, so you just laid in Kenma’s lap playing with your phone while his arm was in your torso.

"So chibi-chan, how’s Japan so far? Is it weird as an adult?" Asks Kuroo

"Oh, it’s been so good. My favorite people live here, I like being close to all of you even though we can’t see each as much as we used to"

"Aww chibi" says grasping his chest "you’re aiming for the permanent residence, right?"

"Have you read the rules for the citizenship? It’s so annoying" says Kenma rolling his eyes while you nod

"Yeah, and I don’t want to give up my nationality. Like, I’m not planning coming back, but it’ll be weird. Plus, can you imagine our future kids with double nationality? That would be so cool!"

"Our…kids…?" Whispers Kenma blushing, eyes widening, making you realize what you said

"Shit, ehhh…I-I’m gonna…" you try to stand up, your cheeks burning. However, he stops you from moving, looking at you with his eyes shining, the same look he gets when playing a new game

"Yeah…it’ll be cool if our future kids have double nationality" says smiling slightly, making you smile too

"Get a room please, respect your single friend" Kuroo adds with a smile that contradicted his statement

"You’re the one in our house, deal with it"

Kuroo left at around 11 pm, since he had to work early, so now you're laying on your bed, Kenma playing in his switch while you're just there in your phone.

"Kitten…" says turning off his game, looking for something

"Yeah?"

"…Marry me" he asks simply, taking out a velvety box with a beautiful, yet simple, ring on it

"Uh?!"

"I know that we’re young, but I genuinely can’t imagine myself with anyone else…I don’t want to imagine myself with anyone else. I want to wake up by your side forever, I want to fall asleep in your arms forever...I want to be with you forever"

"You became cheesy" you joke while some tears were dangerously close to come out, making him roll his eyes with a smile on. You move on top of him, hugging him "I guess that being with you forever doesn’t sound that bad, after all I don’t want to be with anyone else either"

"Good" says putting the ring on your finger, giving it a little kiss before pulling you into a passionate kiss "Guess we have to max out our children making skill then"

"Guess so" you whisper before taking each other's clothes in between kisses. He pins you down into the bed, putting himself in between my legs and pushing himself in

"I…I love you so much, so much" says in between groans, thrusting slowly

"I love you too" you pull him closer, the kiss silencing your moans, loving each other throughout the night.

+++

The next day you woke up with an empty bed, the sheets carefully placed over your body. A smile appears when you hear some pots falling followed by some muffled curses. You sit up in the bed and take Kenma’s t-shirt, putting it on before looking at your left hand. The simple silver ring with a beautiful purple sapphire, the rock was shining due to the sun entering, reflecting different colors.

Knowing fully well that Kenma was trying to make breakfast, you grab your phone from the nightstand and take a photo of your hand, sending it to your mom before heading out to the kitchen. The sight is truly entertaining, Kenma surrounded by bowls; ingredients all over the counter, somehow flour ended up on his hair. The muscles on his back visibly relax when he flips the pancake, a sigh coming out of his lips.

"Finally, a decent one" whispers to himself,

"The others don’t look that terrible" you whisper back putting your chin on his shoulder while passing your arms through his waist. He startles at the sound of your voice, eyes widening

"Did I wake you up?"

"No, don’t worry"

"Cooking is way harder than I thought, thank you for doing it for me"

"It’s okay, kinda like it anyway" you nuzzle more into him "I sent a photo of the ring to my mom, she loved it and said that she already assumed we would get married"

"Mine gave me ideas for it" says taking your hand and kissing it, a smile appearing "how do we tell the others?"

"I wanted to post it on Insta and let them find out on their own, but I thought I should ask you first since a lot of your fans follow me too"

"You don’t need to ask, go ahead, they should know you by now. Go and sit, it’s ready" says

"It’s gonna get wild then" you sit on the floor while posting the photo. Soon enough the likes and comments started to appear, but you just closed everything and tried the pancakes "You know, these are really good"

"Yeah, they’re not that bad"

"Leave the cooking to me though, if you had this much trouble with pancakes then you would burn our house down actually cooking" you joke, gaining an annoyed glare

"Rude. I’ll pay for all take out whenever you don’t feel like cooking then"

"Deal" you look at your phone, currently buzzing like crazy with messages from the group chats with your friends "I think they found out"

"Yeah, most likely" says as his phone also rings like crazy, however his eyes don’t leave your body "you know, I already missed my morning classes, so I might as well eat something even sweeter in the meantime"

"Eh? Wha-" you tried to say, however Kenma pushes you down delicately, his head disappearing in between your legs as he eats like a starving man.

+++++

A month passed since the proposal, now on April 15th, you're getting ready to get married. Thankfully in Japan marriage is pretty straightforward, you just had to fill a wedding registration form, which for some reason needed a signature from your friends as witnesses; you had to go to the embassy of your country to get a paper from them; then submit it to the Japanese city hall and done.

"Ready to get married, darling?" says Kenma passing his arms through your waist while you finishing your makeup

"Yeah, I’m so excited. I never expected that it was going to be this easy…and that our official documents will have Pikachu on them" you chuckle remembering the wedding papers, two Pikachu’s dressed accordingly with the words ‘I chose you'

"Nothing shows true love better than Pokémon marriage papers" answers Kenma, chuckling too

"Couldn’t agree more… This type of wedding is literally perfect for us" you say turning around, now facing him as he pulls you closer

"It is" he nuzzles his head on your shoulder. You stay like that for a few minutes "I’m happy, so incredibly happy"

"Me too" you take his face in your hands, connecting your foreheads together "I love you"

"I love you too" says with his eyes beaming before closing the gap between your lips on a slow, passionate kiss

Once you arrived at the place and did the whole registration, you had to wait for around an hour, so you both sat down with your phones, laying your head on his shoulder while occasionally showing each other something.

"Ken, look at Lev" you show him a photo of Lev, a magazine shoot for a wedding

"He looks so dumb" says making you chuckle as you hit his arm slightly "Hey, do you want to do the whole ceremony thing?"

"Isn’t it crazy expensive?"

"Yeah, but we have the money. Although I would much rather take you on a honeymoon and spoil the hell out of you"

"Just the honeymoon sounds nice, but I don’t need you to spoil me"

"It wasn’t a question; I am spoiling you on our honeymoon. I will literally leave your wallet with Kuro if necessary"

"I’m not going to be able to stop you, am I?"

"Nope" says kissing the top of your head

"Fine, fine" you laugh, knowing that you couldn’t fight back

Once your papers were done and you were officially married, you went back to your house and spend the day in a mixture of playing and watching anime, with lots of cuddling in between. At some point late into the night, you were both laughing at something that happened in his game, making you shed some tears. Over the years Kenma grew to be much more confident and expressive, but he still doesn’t fully show it unless it was with people that he trusted. Being one of the few that could see Kenma so relaxed makes you so unbelievably happy

"What?" Asks, noticing your eyes on him

"Nothing…just looking at my pretty husband" you say laying on his shoulder, seeing a small blush appear

"Husband…I’m your husband…and you’re my wife…my pretty wife" says slowly, smiling to himself

"Yeah"

"So happy" says kissing your forehead before laying his head on top of yours, game long forgotten as you slowly fall asleep in each other arms.

[cactus-stories]

妖怪 - Satori Tendou x Fem!Reader

Satori was used to people talking, he really was. It didn’t mean he wasn’t fazed at all, but the amount of times it happened were enough for him to learn how to tune them out. His whole life, apart from the safe haven that was volleyball, was like that, so one could imagine the surprise when the new girl stuck up to him, with such ferocity in her voice that even he was taken aback.

Angst and Fluff || Fem!Reader || Chapter 1: 3.6k words || Read it on AO3

Chapter 2: here!

Chapter 3: on the way!!

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You walk through the school in a hurry, trying not to be late, your next class was going to start in 10 minutes, and you still didn’t know how to navigate around the gigantic campus. Coming from your old school, the big buildings and multitude of club rooms made your head spin.

Of course, getting into such a respected school was great, but you were already missing the simplicity and the cozy feeling that Johzenji irradiated. Shiratorizawa seemed too big for cozy feelings, and especially too empty since your best friend wasn’t there with you. Terushima got ecstatic when you said you were going to Shiratorizawa in your second year, but you both knew there was a bittersweet feeling behind his words.

You guys promised to text each other everyday, and you were already spamming him with desperate messages about the size of the new school and how everyone looked so much more refined than you.

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To: TeruTeru [07:50am]

I’m so lost help me 🙂🙂

From: TeruTeru [07:50am]

chibi-chan how tf

To: TeruTeru [07:50am]

Have u seen this school???

To: TeruTeru [07:51am]

TERUSHIMA THERE ARE HORSES HERE WHERE AM I?!?!?!

From: TeruTeru [07:51am]

wait what?!

To: TeruTeru [07:51am]

Exactly

To: Teruteru [07:51am]

Wait, there’s someone coming to talk to me brb

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“Hey! You’re new here, right?” a girl with short, black hair asks you. “What’s your class? I can help you get there.”

“Oh, I’m in class 2, I’m a 2nd year.” you smile, relieved that someone is offering to help you out. “Do you have any idea where that might be?”

“Yeah, I got you, it’s my sister’s class too. I’m Higuchi Minako, and you are?”

Telling her your name, you let the girl guide you to the main building, talking about her sister and making sure to point out where the cafeteria is on your way there, stopping in front of the doors of a classroom with the small 2-2 sign.

Higuchi motioned to a small black-haired girl inside the class, making her get up and go towards both of you. She introduced you to each other, saying that she was her little sister, Higuchi Fujiko. The younger one looked you up and down, smiling politely and inviting you to come inside, while Minako waved at you happily, leaving for her own class.

“So, where did you come from?” Fujiko asked, taking her seat and motioning to the seat in front of her. “This one’s free, by the way, though you’ll have to sit next to the Youkai.”

“The what?!” you ask, a bit scared, glancing at the empty seat next to yours. “What do you mean a youkai?!”

“You’ll get it when you see him. It’s scary to even think that we’re in the same class as that.” she snickered, covering her mouth with her hand and letting out a gasp as she watched the door behind you open.

You turned to look at who had entered, seeing a boy your age, his bright red hair styled in a way that made it look spiky and soft at the same time, he was way taller than you, with lanky members that moved somewhat graciously as he sat on the seat on your right, his arms on the desk in front of him and his head resting on them, ready to take a nap. Your gaze went back to the door, trying to understand why Fujiko made that shocked noise for.

“So… you were talking about a youkai, are you sure you’re okay? Please tell me aren’t having some kind of weird hallucination.” you put your hands in front of her face, worried.

You hear the boy next to you let out a dry chuckle, turning his face the other way, his shoulders slumping a bit. Fujiko is looking at you in a weird way, while you still look at her with a worried expression, her gaze shifting to the boy next to you with what looked like a disgusted expression before turning back to you.

Luckily for you, the teacher enters the class right this moment, greeting the class and going to his desk, you turn to the black-haired girl, but she seemed to be somewhat annoyed with you, turning her head away to look at her other friends as you take your stuff out of your bag, noticing you forgot an eraser.

"Excuse me" you turn to the redhead next to you, hearing someone behind you let out a silent gasp. "I forgot my eraser, c-could you lend me one?"

"Sure…" he looked at you with a puzzled expression before opening his pencil case and grabbing a small eraser with a penguin character on it.

"Bad Badtz-Maru!" you say to yourself, happily taking the eraser from his hand and turning your attention back to class.

You could still hear whispers behind you, not quite grasping what they were saying and honestly not caring that much, deciding to focus on taking notes about the subject in class and doodling on the borders of the page mindlessly.

And then, it finally hit you. The "youkai" that Fujiko was talking about moments before was the cute guy next to you. Turning to look at him, you got even more confused, he looked nice, even if his features were a bit unusual, and he was pretty chill with you, so why would they call him such a mean name?

As the class ended, you quickly collected your stuff, putting the penguin eraser on the redhead's desk and turning to Fujiko. The girl ignored you completely, turning away to talk to her friends once again, leaving you confused in your seat.

Picking up your phone, you decided to text your friend again as you walked to the vending machine, Fujiko didn't seem to be happy with you, and you craved something sweet and some fresh air.

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To: TeruTeru [10:30am]

We're on break finally

To: TeruTeru [10:30am]

So apparently there's a guy that seats next to me in class

From: TeruTeru [10:31am]

yeah? that's how classrooms work??

To: TeruTeru [10:31am]

I'm gonna ignore this and keep going with my story

To: TeruTeru [10:31am]

ANYWAY my classmates kept calling him a youkai, saying they're scared of him and stuff, but like???? He's so pretty???? TeruTeru help

From: TeruTeru [10:31am]

prettier than me??

To: TeruTeru [10:31am]

Just please let me finish my story I’m begging you

From: TeruTeru [10:31am]

maybe he has a shit personality who knows

To: TeruTeru [10:32am]

He was pretty chill with me, so I dunno

To: TeruTeru [10:32am]

And the girls stopped talking to me after I asked him for an eraser so like :))))

From: TeruTeru [10:32am]

well it's their loss honestly

From: TeruTeru [10:33am]

just out of curiosity, what's the guy like? 👀👀

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You describe the guy to your friend, getting to the vending machine and pushing a random button, there weren’t many candies you disliked, so you found it more fun to get something random.

A blue package with the KitKat logo fell down, “Watermelon, huh?” you think to yourself, opening the packaging and taking a bite. “Not bad" . Walking back to class, you get startled by a row of notifications making your phone buzz.

Taking it out of your pocket, you see a string of messages from Terushima, talking about how he thought he sounded familiar, followed by him saying that “of course he looks familiar, he’s on the Shiratorizawa volleyball team!!!” and a bunch of random emojis to get your attention.

You answer the text quickly with an “oh, nice” and go back to class, throwing the chocolate wrapping in the trash and getting to your seat. Fujiko and her friends are still not looking at you, turning to the redhead for a bit and whispering to themselves, so you decide to ignore them too, focusing on your school work as best as you can.

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The school day went on without any main events, you didn’t talk to many people, apart from meeting Minako for lunch, making her company as her younger sister went with her friends and her classmates finished a project they had.

You thought about asking if she knew anything about the guy in your class, but that would probably come out as a bit creepy, so you guys just chatted about school subjects and random stuff about yourselves before it was time to go back to class.

And now, you were making your way back to your dorm, as you passed the gym, hearing the sound of volleyballs hitting the ground and people chatting happily. You remembered how watching the team practice was fun back at your old school, especially since you were able to sketch some pretty dynamic poses for the art club.

Deciding to go see if you could watch and maybe sketch a bit, you saw some people already watching from the bleachers. You sit at the back row, getting a good view of the court, but not standing out much, and sit down to sketch.

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To: TeruTeru [03:10pm]

I’m watching them practicing volleyball, trying to get some nice poses like I used to do back at Johzenji

To: TeruTeru [03:10pm]

Hope I don’t get a serve to the face, but they’re a famous team, right?  So I’m doubting it’d happen

From: TeruTeru [03:12pm]

already replacing us, huh? I’ll remember that 👀👀

To: TeruTeru [03:12pm]

Shouldn’t you be at practice, Mr. Captain?

From: TeruTeru [03:13pm]

fUCK

From: TeruTeru [03:13pm]

Coach Anabara is gonna kill me

To: TeruTeru [03:13pm]

RIP in peace 😔😔

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You watched the team finish stretching and, as Terushima had said, you noticed a familiar redhead in the middle of them. Even for player standards, he was one of the tallest ones there, only smaller than Ushiwaka.

Tapping your pencil on the page, you thought about where to start, maybe you could sketch the white-haired setter: He was already practicing his tosses and it would make for a nice warmup sketch. You put your earbuds on, playing a random playlist of yours and starting to work.

You ended up liking the sketch a lot, moving on to sketch their libero. This went on for a good while, and before you noticed it was almost 5pm and you had at least 3 pages of sketches done.

Closing your sketchbook, you finally make your way to your dorm, the first day of school was pretty chill, and you didn’t get any homework, so you could just take a shower and spend the rest of the day reading or browsing the internet as you usually do. You weren’t in any school clubs yet, but maybe you could go for the art club or even try out something like photography.

Being in class 2 made scheduling stuff easier, since you didn’t have subjects that were that advanced. It’s not that you weren’t capable of going to higher classes, but it didn’t seem worth it to spend most of your day studying even outside of school, so you opted for an easier program.

You thought about the day, and about how you heard people talk about your classmate (Terushima told you his name was Tendou Satori), they were usually commenting on his appearance, using names as “monster” and “youkai” even when he was around.

Not even the people watching the team practice refrained from making such comments, and it was starting to rub you the wrong way. Don’t get it wrong, the guy could be a terrible person somehow, but at least to you he was polite and you were starting to suspect it didn’t have anything to do with his personality at all.

And then there was the fact that the only people you interacted with that talked about him in such a way were pretty much outcasting you, so you knew they couldn’t really be trusted in their judgement after all.

Deciding to leave these thoughts aside, you went to bed.

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Time passed by pretty quickly, you didn’t make many friends, sticking to Minako and her friends from her class, it wasn’t bad per say, but they weren’t your friends, you guys just hung out together because of Minako.

Surprisingly, the person in your class that you interacted the most was the redhead next to you, and it was mostly you saying a quick “good morning” to him before going to your seat, hearing scoffs or getting weird looks every single time.

It was starting to piss you off.

And there’s where you find yourself. It was monday, almost two weeks after the whole incident with Fujiko, and you got to class a bit earlier than usual, seeing as you pulled an all-nighter the night before to finish reading the newest chapters for Komi-san¹ .

That’s why, when you got to class that morning, half-asleep and moved only by energy drinks and hate, and saw Fujiko and some other people around Tendou’s desk, writing random offenses and drawing stupid stuff, something in you snapped.

“Oh, my fucking god, don’t you guys have anything better to do?!” you exclaimed, loudly throwing your bag at your seat, next to them. “What did this guy even do to you that you feel the need to be such assholes?”

“W-What do you mean?” Fujiko asked, taking a step back, the people around the desk doing the same thing as you got closer. You may be small, but the way you talked, with such anger and made you look so much more threatening. “Have you ever seen him? He’s a creep.”

“Are you serious, right now?” barking those words at the girl, you stepped closer to her. “The only creeps here are you guys, writing shit on other people’s desks and talking about them like they aren’t even there. Are you really that miserable to depend on someone else’s sadness to feel good about yourselves?! Get out of my face.”

Before she could say anything, you turned around to go back to your seat, still annoyed at them, but there wasn’t much else you could do without getting yourself in detention or something worse, you’d have to cope by ranting to Terushima about them or something.

Instead of your seat, you saw someone standing right behind you. Their height made them tower over you, you looked up, praying to all of the gods above that it wasn’t who you thought it was. Wide crimson eyes looked at you, and you could see the shock in the redhead’s face when he looked at you.

Fuck.

He heard everything, didn’t he?

You looked at each other, wide-eyed, for a second, before hearing the teacher greet the class with a “good morning”, and you went past the guy, going to your seat and trying to focus on anything that wasn’t the boy next to you.

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Satori was used to people talking, he really was. It didn’t mean he wasn’t fazed at all, but the amount of times it happened were enough for him to learn how to tune them out. Just listen to music, don’t make eye contact, ignore the stuff that’s written in your desk, pretend like you didn’t even notice they were there.

It was a system that worked , it had to, or else he’d go insane. Of course some things struck a nerve, those were harder to ignore, to pretend like they didn’t hurt, but he managed. His whole life, apart from the safe haven that was volleyball, was like that, so one could imagine the surprise when the new girl stuck up to him, with such ferocity in her voice that even he was taken aback.

His day started the same as ever, he woke up at 6:00am, brushed his teeth, ate a fruit salad, got into his uniform and headed to the gym, ready for morning practice.  They took a bit more time that day getting everything settled, but by 7:55am he had already showered and put on his normal uniform, heading to class.

He was almost there, mentally getting ready for the school day, when he heard an unfamiliar voice. No that he never heard it before, by any means, but never in that way. Normally he heard it in a soft-spoken tone, never more than a few words at a time, but now... now it was spitting out full sentences in a tone that would make even the toughest shounen character bow down and apologize.

Stepping into the classroom, he needed a second to process the scene in front of him. The new student, a girl that couldn’t have more than 1,50m, was standing in front of his desk, telling almost half of their classmates off for something that he wasn’t entirely sure of, until he noticed that they all had pencils in their hands.

Oh, that again.

“The only creeps here are you guys!” the girl spit out, hands closed into fists next to her body. “Writing shit on other people’s desks and talking about them like they aren’t even there! Are you really that miserable to depend on someone else’s sadness to feel good about yourselves?! Get out of my face.”

Satori watched as the girl turned around to go back to her seat, the anger in her eyes slowly dissipating into something more like embarrassment as she noticed the boy right behind her, her head tilting upwards a little bit so she would be able to look him in the face.

The girl had a shocked expression on her face, and looked like she was about to say something, when the teacher entered the classroom, greeting everyone with a “good morning” . He watched the girl walk past him to her seat, and decided to just sit down and worry about it later.

Except he couldn’t focus on class at all , what was that?!

The redhead  didn’t hear any whispers or anyone commenting about him at all for the entire period, and that was strange, to say the least, but it was also kind of comforting in a way, especially when he noticed the reason no one had said a word yet was probably the murderous aura surrounding the usually calm and polite girl next to him.

He wanted to thank the girl for the whole thing,  he really did, it wasn't his fault she practically bolted out of the classroom as soon as class was over. Satori humoured the idea of trying to catch up to her, but he feared that it would probably scare her, and he had to go to practice, so the thanks would have to wait.

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The next morning, Satori ended up passing by the girl on his way to practice, finding it a bit weird that she'd be going to class an hour earlier than needed, but he figured she'd started a club or something, so that didn't stay in his mind for long.

She did, though. As he finished practice and excused himself a few minutes earlier than usual, heading to the lockers and searching for the one where he saw the girl earlier, she didn't leave his mind. The redhead wanted to do something to thank her for the other day, deciding to put one of his best truffles and a small note on her locker, taking care not to bring any attention to himself.

He would never admit, but he was a bit nervous, what if he came out as creepy? What if she was already regretting sticking up to him yesterday and decided to make fun of him like the rest of them? It's not like it never happened to him before, but he didn't want to risk it again.

Still kind of freaking out, the redhead decided to go to class, heading to his seat and noticing the girl wasn't there yet. He sat down, feeling like something was off, until he looked down at his desk.

It was spotless. Not a single pencil stroke  on it.

Satori was sure his heart was about to beat out of his chest, and he had to try not to let his emotions show as much as he could, still looking at the  wooden desk in a mesmerized way, letting out a small smile.

At the same time, the girl entered the class, the small box and the note in her hands, heading to her seat with a shy smile on her face.

"Good morning." she waved at him, opening her textbook and turning to the whiteboard again.

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The fight you had with your classmates the day before was still bugging you, and you knew that there was only one thing that you could do that would put your mind at ease, even if it meant waking up way earlier than usual and heading to the school a good while before classes started.

Cleaning Tendou's desk was a tedious job, the terrible stuff written there annoying you to no end, but watching it disappear as you scrubbed the pencil strokes was pretty satisfying.

You only stopped when the desk was looking as clean as the others, and only then you started to worry. What if it came off as creepy? Would Tendou be annoyed that you're intruding in his personal business? But how could you keep quiet and watch people talk about him like that when he was nothing but nice to you?

Shaking your head, you looked at the clock on the classroom wall, 07:50am , there were already other students getting into class, some of them gave you weird looks, even whispering to themselves. And then, you realized, your stuff was still in your locker! Running out of the class, you sped to your locker.

Stopping in front of the metal box, you noticed there was something inside that wasn’t there before, something was shining inside the locker. You opened the small door, seeing a small box with a note on top of it. Weird , you thought, taking the note, I wonder what that is …

[suhtorus]

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 — pro! oikawa / fem reader

after visiting oikawa's family, you both spend a relaxing weekend at an exclusive onsen—enjoying the warm bodies of water. but what starts as playful banter, turns into him reminding you why you love him and no one else.

⥅ word c. 2,273

⥅ warnings. brat/sub reader, brat tamer oikawa, intercrural + semi-public + water sex, degradation (mild), dumbification, daddy kink, pet names, aftercare

⥅ author n. my piece for the @bbthots-underground nsfw mini collab !! thank u @tsumue for literally giving me a plot to work with, u saved me<33 and @chibi-chanforever + @crescentsteel for taking the time to beta read ♡

dense layers of white snow coat the wooden rooftops, the sunlight reflecting on them which brightens your surroundings. you can’t help but marvel at the blinding sight before you, a breathtaking scene worthy of the title ‘winter wonderland’.

oikawa did warn you about how winters in japan are cold, but you weren’t expecting it to be this cold. thankfully, the warmth of the onsen wraps around you like a comforting blanket as you bask in its water. it’s in moments like these when you’re thankful for your boyfriend’s remarkable career and popularity, allowing you to enjoy most of the luxuries that are handed out to him on a silver platter.

a well-known onsen in the prefecture of iwate offered him a weekend getaway for two, and after spending the holidays with his family, the two of you agreed that you deserved a few days just for yourselves; to relax and enjoy each other’s company before he got busy again with his volleyball duties. the place is almost empty since you got snowed in after your first day, which stopped the usual flow of tourists, and save for the staff —who have been nothing but attentive to your needs and very respectful of your privacy— you and oikawa have the place all for yourselves.

your favorite part has to be the private rooms: spacey, indoor baths framed by glass windows that allow you to gaze at the dazzling white snow from your spot inside the water—the warm water soaking your skin and seeping through your pores, as it relaxes your tense muscles.

oikawa’s arms are wrapped around your waist, pressing his chest to your side and hiding his flushed face in your neck. his usually fluffy hair lies flat against his forehead thanks to the humidity in the air, and before you can think twice about it, your hand pushes it back—away from his handsome face. 

“this is nice, isn’t it?” he murmurs on the skin of your shoulder, placing a faint kiss on it.

you hum as your eyes switch from the falling snowflakes to his form, “i missed spending time just with you.”

a comfortable silence settles between the both of you, his breath fanning over your neck while your head rests on top of his.

“my family loves you,” he breaks the silence after a few minutes, “i think even more than they love me.”

you recall the way his family teased him, —all in good fun, of course— telling you that you still had time to escape and find someone better. so, after noticing the way he huffed out the words, it’s only natural you decide to play along with it. 

“and i love them more than i love you.”

his hold on you tightens, a low chuckle escapes his lips, making the hair on your body rise.

“we both know you don’t mean that,” his lips trace the sensitive skin of your neck, reaching your jaw and pressing a light kiss on it, “right, love?”

“mm, i don’t know. maybe i do.”

you feel his arms growing limp against you, a rush of coldness grazes your side as he moves away from your body. you’re about to complain when his hands grab you by your waist and turn you around so you can face him.

“say that again,” he challenges.

his usually relaxed face is gone, a stern look taking its place instead. but the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips spurs you on all the more.

“i love your family more than i love you,” you say, and lift your chin in defiance, watching his eyes fire up at your reply.

before you can even imagine what’s going on through his mind, an involuntary shiver runs down your spine when his hands move upwards, his fingers grazing the skin of your breasts. 

“no, you don’t,” he states, his face leaning closer to yours, “and i’m going to tell you why since it seems like your dumb little brain is getting fogged up by the vapor.”

your breath hitches at his words, excitement running through your body as he looms above you.

“feel this?” he asks rhetorically, the pads of his thumbs rubbing circles on your nipples, “i don’t even have to touch your pussy to get you aroused. or am i wrong?”

you’re so lost in his eyes, the lustful look in them taking your breath away plus the sensation of his fingers tweaking your erect nipples, that you’re unable to think of a coherent answer.

he chuckles, releasing one of your nubs to caress your damp hair away from your face, “can’t even talk right now, huh? where did my brat go?”

your lips part, about to defend yourself, when he captures them with his. the kiss is messy, wet, his tongue immediately prodding between your lips in search of yours. a weak sigh leaves your mouth, his hand settling on the back of your head to keep you in place —to ensure your lips stay locked with his— while the other travels down your body until it reaches your throbbing clit.

he swallows down your squeal of surprise when his pointer and middle finger start massaging your clit in slow circles. if you had to describe his ministrations on you, you’d label them as thrilling and erotic; clouding even more your already hazy mind.

with a gentle bite on your lower lip, he finally pulls away from your mouth. but he’s still close enough for your breaths to overlap one another. you involuntarily buck your hips against his fingers, wanting —needing— more of his touch.

“patience, baby. i haven’t finished my explanation yet.”

oikawa takes a seat on one of the steps, the water reaching just below his waist, and proceeds to pull you between his legs. you try to sit down but he keeps your hips up, accommodating his erection between your thighs, so you place your hands on top of his to steady yourself.

“here’s another reason why you love me: no one pleases you like i do,” he accentuates his statement by thrusting up, cursing under his breath when your soft skin rubs against his length, “just as no one else can make me this hard, only you. is that what you wanted to hear?”

“tooru,” his name leaves your lips in a breathless way, your foggy mind filling with lewd images of him.

you can imagine his parted lips and the way his brown irises focus on you through half-lidded eyes, following every single one of your movements.

“yes, baby?” he coos and all you can do is whine. a twinge of tenderness swirls on his chest at how obvious it is that you’re enjoying it, “use your big girl words, sweetheart. i know this might be too much for you, but i need you to tell me how you feel.”

the head of his cock rubs between your thighs, grazing your slit slightly and providing you with a smidge of the pleasure you’re longing for.

“g-good, feels... so good.”

he stills for a moment, observing you closely while his hands cup your breasts, “now, can you tell me who do you love the most? or do i need to keep reminding you?”

before you can think of an answer, his thrusts suddenly pick up making your ass smack against his thighs as his fingers play with the soft flesh of your chest.

“tooru, i–”

the words die on your tongue at the sudden stimulation, your head rolling back and whimpering when his fingers give a harsh pinch to your hardened nipples.

“my dumb little baby, becoming stupid as soon as i play with your body,” he breathes out the words on the back of your neck, struggling to maintain his composure. your eyes cross at a particular thrust, at the same time his chest vibrates with his deep laugh, “that’s another reason why you love me. only i can get you to lose all coherent thoughts, making you my dumb little cumslut.”

a groan leaves your lips at the name, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you and filling your pussy with his thick cum.

“you crave it, always needy and wanting my cock inside your cunt,” he kisses your back, bending on top of you so he can hold you closer.

“i-i need you, please,” you turn your head to the side and your eyes meet his, “please, daddy.”

he stops as soon as the name rolls out of your tongue, a shiver running down his spine and making his cock throb between your thighs. he loves having you at his mercy, to see his cock-hungry baby begging for him.  

“what is it that you want, princess?”

“daddy’s cock,” your pouty lips look so enticing to him that he has to stop himself from shoving his length inside your mouth, “i n-need it so bad.”

“alright, since you’re finally starting to use your words.”

he releases his hold on you and makes you face him, climbing on his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist as the flushed tip of his cock grazes your folds.

“we can’t be too loud, okay?” he slowly eases himself inside of you, and a moan threatens to escape your mouth at the delicious stretch, “don’t want anyone to hear how gorgeous my princess sounds as she gets fucked. only i get to hear it,” he growls in your ear.

your jaw falls open, your eyes closing in pleasure when he finally bottoms out “ohh, daddy. s-so big.”

he hisses at the way your walls flutter around him. he lifts you up from his lap, leaving just the head of his cock inside, only to ram it back into you; and this time you can’t contain the moan that slips past your lips, slightly echoing in the room.

your eyes widen when you realize what you just did, looking into his stern gaze and knowing you’ve successfully pissed him off.

“what did i tell you?” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and thrusting up, groaning in your ear, “you’re such a slut, wanting to let everyone know you’re getting off on my cock.”

his pace quickens, the feel of your pussy squeezing his cock prompting him to bite down on your shoulder, which earns him a cry of pain from you. he pulls you away from him, holding your jaw in a bruising grip as he looks straight into your eyes.

“i told you to be quiet, didn’t i?” he hisses, his brows furrowing and his harsh gaze making you clench around him, “look at you, a dumb bitch so cock-hungry that can’t even follow one simple order.”

your mouth opens in a silent scream when his cock hits your cervix, “d-daddy, ‘m so so sorry! i promise i’ll be good–”

“then shut up already.”

you try to stay quiet as he keeps reaching the right spots, the pleasure too overwhelming that you end up falling limp against him. his arms circle your waist and hold you close to his chest, thrusting up into your hole and making the water slosh around you. 

you’re thankful the staff gave you privacy, otherwise they’d be getting one hell of a show.

after maintaining the same pace for a couple of minutes, he slows down and allows himself to relax, resting his back on the stone and watching you bounce on top of him, the current position causing his pubic bone to brush against your clit.

you can’t help but dig your nails on the skin of his arms, whimpering when you realize your release is approaching alarmingly fast. you don’t have time to warn him of your impending orgasm before warmth fills your belly and extends through the rest of your body.

“shit— princess, hold still,” he groans as he watches you writhe on top of him, your walls fluttering around his girth and sending him towards his high as well.

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, his hips jerking a few more times before he finally stills with his cock still buried inside of you. your pussy throbs around him, spasming and prolonging both of your highs. once you’ve both calmed down, he brushes your hair away from your face, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose and then capturing your lips in a delicate kiss. 

his large hands cradle your face once you break apart, his thumbs rubbing the skin of your cheeks comfortingly, “are you good, princess?” he coos, lifting your face so he can see you properly.

“just tired, wanna take a nap.”

he envelops you in a hug and lifts you up from his lap, a faint whimper escaping your mouth as he removes himself from your tender walls. he pulls you out of the water and immediately covers you with a towel, kissing your forehead before fetching one for himself. once you’re both fully covered in your bathrobes, he grabs your hand and starts making his way to your room with you right behind him, looking back at you every few seconds and noticing your eyelids getting droopy.

“let’s take a nap, baby. you did so good,” he guides you to the bed once you’re in the privacy of your room. he settles himself right next to you, squeezing you between his arms as tiredness takes over you.

it’s not until you’re finally asleep when he hears you mumble the words he had teased you with, making his heart swell in delight...

...and relieved to know you love him as much as he loves you.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I need that promised Dinner Date for Mechanic!Frankie!!! <3

Of course!

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Two awkward cuties who haven’t been on a date in a long time and another kiss. A longer one this time.

[mechanic!frankie masterlist]

Frankie smiled down at his phone as he read the text “Dinner tonight. My place” for the fiftieth time that morning. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He thought that the kiss you two shared might have scared you away, but here you were inviting him to dinner.

“Hey boss,” one of his mechanics said as he walked into the office. Frankie fumbled his phone, making it fly up in the air before landing on his desk. “Am I interrupting something?” the man asked, amused.

“Uh...no. What’s up?” Frankie cleared his throat and stood up.

“Is she hot?” The worker grinned and leaned against the doorframe.

“Get out,” Frankie said calmly.

“Wait, is it that woman that brings her car in like three times a week? She’s fucking hot, man. Way to go.” He clapped Frankie on the back as he walked past him out the door.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Frankie rolled his eyes and began cleaning his tools.

“It’s a compliment, boss.”

“Hot? No...she’s gorgeous, beautiful, stunning...so much more than hot.” He stared off into space dreamily as he spoke.

“Man, you got it bad or maybe you got it good,” the man joked.

“One more thing like that outta your mouth and I’m sending you home.” He put the wrench he was cleaning down roughly and glared at his worker. “Be respectful, please.”

“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.” The man walked off and busied himself and Frankie went back to daydreaming about you. 

He found himself feeling bad for thinking so much about the small kiss you two shared. It wasn’t like anyone could read his mind, but he still felt a little guilty. He also felt guilty for wanting the day to go by as fast as possible so he could get to you faster.

He closed up shop and headed home to shower and dress in some of his nicer clothes. He knew you wouldn’t have a problem with anything he wore but he still wanted to look nice for you.

Should he tell you he was getting ready?

just got home. be there soon, he texted and left it at that. You didn’t need to know that he was showering and all that.

After his shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. The towel sat just below his tummy and sucked it in, imagining how he would look if he was a bit more svelte. He’d definitely fit into his clothes a little better. He wondered if you liked your men a little more toned than he was.

“You’re an idiot, Francisco,” he sighed before walking away from the mirror and getting dressed.

The button up shirt he chose was one of the nicest he had. It took him about ten minutes to decide how many buttons he should leave undone. He didn’t want to look like he was trying to hard although he really was. His hair was almost completely dry by the time he finished dressing completely. He looked in the mirror again and tried styling it in different ways. He was so used to wearing a hat that his hair never seemed to look right without it. And his stubborn, errant curls went wherever they wanted anyway.

“Screw it,” he said quietly, standing up straight and giving himself a once over. He turned to the side and looked at his butt. “Hmm...” Then shook his head. “What the hell am I doing?” Before he did anything else stupid, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.

Right after he knocked on your door, he regretted not asking if he should bring anything. You opened the door and greeted him with a bright smile.

“You made it,” you said happily.

“I did. What...did you think I’d stand you up?” he asked as he walked inside.

“No, but, uh...” You looked him up and down and he felt his face getting hot. “I’m surprised some other woman didn’t snatch you up before you got here.”

“Oh,” he chuckled sheepishly, looking down at the floor.

“What I mean to say is that you look very nice. I mean, you always do but...you look nice.”

He shrugged. “Thanks.”

“Any time. Uh...you can come into the kitchen if you like.” 

He hung up his jacket and followed you in, watching you move to and fro. “Anything I can help with?” he asked.

“Nope, you’re my guest.”

“Okay. Smells good,” he commented.

“Thanks. It’s not quite as delicious as what you made me for dinner, but I hope you’ll like it.” You placed a plate on the table. “Please sit.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“I put wine out but if you want something different just let me know.” You made yourself a plate and sat across from him.

“Wine is...fine,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry.” He picked up his fork and took a bite before nodding happily. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“It’s delicious.”

You clapped your hands together. “Good!”

You two talked about everything. It was easygoing and fun and something Frankie had avoided for so long. He knew he had just had dinner with you the other night but there was something even more pleasant this time around.

He smiled at the way you got a little more talkative and expressive when you got wine drunk. You laughed at his jokes, you even finished some of his sentences. Before he knew it, you were sitting in the chair next to his and had it turned so you could face him.

“Want some more wine?” you asked after finishing another glass of your own.

“No, I still have to get home, you know,” he joked. You both laughed then just looked at each other.

“So...” You put your glass down and held out your hands. “Lemme see your hands.”

“Hm okay.” He put his hands in yours and you turned them over, surveying them, feeling them. “Rough, I know.”

“They’re lovely hands,” you told him.

“What are you gonna do to ‘em? You gonna read my palms or something?”

“No, I just wanted to...” You looked at him and forgot what you were going to say. “Um...hold...them...”

“That’s fine with me...” He said your name quietly then you said his and then you were kissing. You both sighed into it like you both had breathed the very air you need into each other’s lungs. You let go of his hands so you could lock yours around the back of his neck, fingers tucked into his curls. Your tongue touched his first and he made a small sound before doing the same. Every time one of you pulled away it just started all over again. Neither of you could get enough.

The softness of your lips, the softness of his. Urgent yet not greedy or forceful. Sweet yet passionate. He’d never forget that you tasted of wine and that you smiled when you kissed. You didn’t have to know that he had opened his eyes a few times just to look at you.

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both breathless.

“Um...wow,” he said quietly.

“Was that okay?” you asked.

“Okay? That was more than okay.” He touched your face softly and you smiled at him.

You both lingered at the door--him outside, you inside. You couldn’t bring yourself to say goodnight so you just kissed him again.

“I had a wonderful night,” he said, “Thank you.”

“Me too. I hope we can do it again sometime.” You ran your fingers over his knuckles then he turned your hand over so he could kiss the back of it.

“We can. I’d love nothing more,” he admitted. He leaned in for one more kiss which you gladly gave to him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Francisco.” You closed the door and smiled dreamily to yourself before twirling around the living room. 

Frankie could see you through the window and he chuckled before driving off. He touched his lips. Everything he had kept himself from all those years he had found again on your lips.

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Witch, Picture, and Red-Eyed Girl (Sagrada Reset 2) - Chapter 2: Red-eyed Girl (part 5)

[INDEX]

The same day - 01:30 PM

01:30 PM. Almost an hour after Oka Eri attacked Haruki Misora.

Asai Kei was in Haruki's room.

He hadn't been there in a long time.

A study desk, a bed, and a bookshelf. Cat plushies and small props with chibi images of cats scattered all over the place. It definitely looked like a girl's bedroom, but in an artificial manner, like a photo in a room catalog.

Haruki Misora stood in a corner of her room, scared of something she wouldn't talk about.

(What could possibly scare so much her in her own room? There's no monster hiding in the closet. And her eyes were set only on me... Ok, enough with the escapism. Face reality and take another look at Haruki. She's scared of me. She's afraid of meeting me without her ability.)

Haruki took out his wallet.

"It's yours."

He smiled, thanked her, and took his wallet back. He imagined it was as full as it was before. She wasn't supposed to pay his café bill, but he knew it wasn't the best time for that conversation.

"Are you hurt?"

He worried if that sounded caring enough. His voice didn't emote unless he did it on command, no matter how much he felt the emotion he wanted to convey.

Haruki's smile was different from her usual smile.

"I'm completely fine. Seriously. It doesn't hurt anywhere."

Her expressions, gestures, and phrasing were not her usual.

Kei could play a game of Spot the Differences with her behavior. It'd take him 10 seconds to prove all her lies.

But there was no reason to point them out to her. Her elbow was bandaged and with marks of blood. That fact alone told everything.

(The world doesn't need anything that would make Haruki put on bandages. Making her blood leave her body is unforgivable. But the cause of those wounds is me. I'm never thinking about anyone other than myself, am I? I'm always considering the possibility Haruki will be hurt. I hurt her numerous times already. Premeditately. And I have no intention of changing that. Even then, I still can't forgive myself for it.)

"Sorry, Kei.", she said.

(You did nothing you need to apologize for.)

"No, it was my fault."

(There's so much I was careless about. I've made nothing but mistakes in these past two years, and this bandage on Haruki's arm is one of those mistakes given concrete form. My power falls so horrendous short of the ideal...)

The next thing he needed to do is get a full picture of the situation. To test if her ability is truly sealed. He would have already done it if he was able to fully ignore Haruki's feelings.

But he couldn't. It was most likely true that Haruki's ability was sealed. She was going to apologize again when the Reset didn't work. He didn't want to make her do that if he could help it.

"Command me to Reset", she asked.

Her voice was firmer than usual.

It contained a level of emotion she usually didn't consider necessary.

(Hah, she's showing off how powerless I am. Haruki Misora understands Asai Kei's thoughts better than anyone. That was so obvious. How could I not have noticed?)

"Please do what you find most correct."

(How could I not notice that nothing makes her sadder than me not acting normal?)

"Wait one minute."

The coward needed to stall for one minute to decide what to do next and how to interact with the girl.

"Understood."

After hearing Haruki's voice, Kei closed his eyes.

He needed them closed to remember the past 2 years in 1 minute.

And then reconfirm what he was already tired of knowing.

Their ability was always part of their interactions. Haruki Misora's Reset and Asai Kei's Memory Retention.

Two middling abilities that didn't amount to much on their own.

(Our abilities were what connected us.)

They were like key and lock. One couldn't be used without the other. Their abilities were the reason why they promised to stay together. The two stayed by each other's sides for two years, automatically, almost naturally.

Such a casual, twisted, and cruel connection.

Haruki Misora's ability didn't mean much to her. That was a very abnormal mindset by Sakurada standards, but she rarely ever relied on her ability.

ーIf I lost the power to Reset… would our relationship change in any way?

(If that was the only thing making you sad over the loss of your ability, then I wish I could tell you that the lack of the ability doesn't change your worth. That you don't need to change over that. But I can't, because now you no longer need to be with me all the time. And it'd be way too irresponsible to tell you this truth. After all, I'm the one who wanted our contact to be centered around our abilities.)

After exactly one minute, Kei opened his eyes. He looked straight into Haruki's eyes and twisted his mouth into a visibly false smile.

(Right, I'm always smiling at times like this. Because it makes things easier. But Haruki will see through the lies.)

"Haruki, Reset."

Haruki's face was intense for a moment, and then...

"Yeah, I can't."

She smiled back at him. She didn't apologize.

(I forget how strong this girl is at her core. And I knew this for so long. What a joke. The guy with the power to remember everything can forget something this important.)

She looked straight into Kei's eyes, her expression more serious than ever.

"I have a favor to ask. Please retrieve my Reset."

Kei returned her eye contact.

"Sure, it's what I was going to do anyway. I swear you'll have your ability back."

Their twisted and cruel connection is something they need to get rid of in the future but now was not the time.

"Thank you.", Haruki sighed.

And her usual smile finally returned to her face.

"This was very reassuring."

"You cycled through these emotions pretty fast."

"Not at all. Anything you wish for eventually comes true, Kei. Oka Eri is no match for you."

(I'm not so sure. Nothing about Oka Eri's ability is confirmed yet.)

He couldn't be sure that it was possible to recover the Reset. But he couldn't bring himself to look insecure in front of Haruki at the moment.

"Sure, I'll make it work.", Kei answered as if it was no big deal. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes. Where are we going?"

"There're lots of places to go. The first being the street outside."

Murase Youka was waiting there.

She could have entered the apartment, but she wished for Kei and Haruki to be alone for a while.

"Understood.", Haruki answered.

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When Kei and Haruki opened the apartment door, Murase was leaning on the wall directly in front of them.

The first thing she said upon seeing them:

"Right hand, Oka Eri's ability."

Kei had asked this before. With this command, Murase could erase abilities on contact. It's possible it could erase Oka Eri's ability cast on Haruki.

She moved towards Haruki and asked.

"I'm going to touch you, ok?"

Haruki nodded.

"Please do."

Murase's hand softly touched Haruki's forehead.

It kept going up to the top of Haruki's head, and after a moment of hesitation, she touched Haruki's chest next.

"Anything?"

Haruki shifted her eyes to Kei.

"Reset", Kei commanded.

But nothing happened. Haruki shook her head.

"Sorry. Still can't use it."

"I see", Murase almost sighed.

It was as she expected.

Murase's ability required touching the target. If the target of Oka Eri's ability is Haruki's mind or memories, Murase would need to touch Haruki's mind, which is not very easy to pull off. Kei hoped this could work because Murase once managed to erase an ability cast on a cat, but the nature of the ability being used back them is not the same as this.

Opening and closing her hand, Murase whispered.

"I'm more useless than I expected."

(Absolutely wrong.)

"You have an excellent ability."

The best ability Kei knew was without a doubt the witch's future sight, but for a second place, it's hard to find an ability as "can do anything" as Murase's.

Murase gave him a half-glare.

"Better than the Reset?"

"Don't know. That's a complicated question."

He couldn't rank the Reset. Too much emotional bias attached to the choice.

"Either way, you can't deny it was useless now."

Murase was uncharacteristically frank. Kei was surprised. He was though she had absolute confidence in her ability.

"So, what next?"

"I'll ask Mr. Tsushima about Oka Eri's ability."

He had already called the teacher and decided on a time and place to meet. Without knowing the inner workings Oka Eri's ability, he had no way to formulate a plan.

"I'm going with you, okay?"

(Wasn't expecting that, but thanks.)

"You want to helps us?"

Murase shook her head, astounded by his denseness.

"What do you think I spent my morning doing?

She walked under the scorching sun to find Oka Eri. She already told him that.

(She's surprisingly cooperative. Goes to show how much she's a good person at her core. She can be aggressive sometimes, but I have no reason to refuse her cooperation. Her ability is extremely handy. If life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.)

"Then I have favor to ask."

"What?"

"Find out what Oka Eri is doing. Without being found out, if possible."

He was going to meet Oka Eri at 9 PM. He was hoping he could know the cards in her hand before the time comes.

Tracking was Murase's specialty. She can erase the sound of her footsteps, know the direction where people are, and produce peepholes. And if she's found out, she won't be in danger unless she makes any dumb mistakes.

"Understood", Murase agreed. Then she grinned and pointed at Kei. "I can do it. Not even you could notice me trailing you."

"When did you do that?"

"It's a secret. Doesn't matter either way."

(What the hell? I need to watch my back better.)

"So, how long do I need to watch Oka Eri for?"

"Until I say you're done."

"You're a really cheeky guy.", Murase giggled.

Kei responded with a smile.

"You have no idea how self-centered I am."

"No, I think I can tell."

"Weird, I thought I was great at hiding it."

"Liar. You do nothing to hide it. Right hand, what's between me and Oka Eri. I'll call you when I find her."

"Thank you. I'll message you if anything happens on my end, too. Keep your sound notifications on."

"I know. Bye."

Murase walked away.

Haruki spoke next to him.

"You've been getting along with a lot of girls lately."

"You should also be making more friends, don't you think?"

"Any recommendations?"

"Nonoo, perhaps."

Kei mentioned a cat-loving girl he often found sleeping by a Shinto shrine.

She and Haruki were both challenging small talk partners, so Kei couldn't imagine the two holding a conversation and was very curious to find out what that would look like.

"I'll try.", Haruki gave a serious answer.

"Good. We should also get going."

They need to see Tsushima and learn what they can about Oka Eri's ability.

"Roger.", Haruki nodded.

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2:15 PM.

Oka Eri got off the bus. She was at the bus stop right next to Sasano Hiroyuki's house.

She took out her phone and called the first number in her call history. She called them many times but it always went to the answering machine.

She sat on the bus stop bench, listening to the dialing noise. She put down the plastic bag she had in her hand, lied down, and crossed her legs.

The dialing noise eventually stopped. Her correspondent had finally picked up her call.

She could hear a deep male voice from the phone.

"Hi there, Oka Eri."

"Don't call me Oka Eri. We're not friends."

She didn't know him very well, so she didn't want him acting too chummy in their interactions.

"So, did you get rid of the photos?", he asked.

"Not yet. I just got off the bus."

He called her immediately after she sealed Haruki Misora's ability and talked to Asai Kei on the phone. He ordered her to eliminate all of Sasano Hiroyuki's photos.

The plastic bag next to Oka Eri contained lighter oil and matches. Her role was burning Sasano's entire collection.

(Shit, I shouldn't be wasting my time with this. I'll meet Asai Kei at 9:00. I gotta prepare for that. Why now of all times I need to burn some stranger's photos?)

"Do you need anything from me?", he asked.

"I have a few questions."

She meant to ask those questions when she took her orders, but he announced he had something else to do and hung up without waiting to listen to her say anything.

"Why do we still need to burn the photos?"

"Because they're pictures of something that should have been photographed. More precisely, photos no ability should be allowed to reproduce."

She heard that before.

"Yeah, but you already made me seal the Sasano's ability, no? So why am I being asked to come back another day to get rid of the photos?"

"Does it matter why? We have a contract."

(He's right...)

Oka Eri would obey his orders, and in exchange, he would leak Bureau-exclusive information to her. Information about Asai Kei, about the Resets, and about the person with the best ability in Sakurada.

Oka Eri switches the crossed legs.

"I know that. So I'm asking for information as my deserved reward. What are you making me do?"

"Oh, ok."

She could hear a quiet laugh on the other side of the phone. She felt mocked and didn't like that.

"Sasano Hiroyuki lied about his ability. He didn't need his ability to enter the photos.", he said.

"What was the lie?"

"Sasano doesn't need to use his ability when he's ripping the photo. The activation is only necessary for the first step, when he's taking the photo."

"So basically, even with his ability sealed, as long as he still has photos he took using his ability, he can still enter them?"

"Yeah. And it doesn't have to be him. You and I could also enter the photos we ripped."

This was fascinating to hear. Oka Eri smiled.

"So we should have confiscated all the photos after all."

"Yes, exactly."

"Then why did we let him get away with just the seal before?"

There was not much of a point to disabling his ability.

"I didn't know about it back then. I thought the seal would have solved everything. But yesterday this one member of the Bureau started gathering information on Sasano, you see. I got curious and kept my tabs on him. Without this coincidence, we'd still have been in the dark about his ability."

"Hah, how dumb. Didn't think I'd ever see the Bureau be wrong about an ability."

"You can't blame us. How many abilities do you think there are in Sakurada?", the man dispassionately asked. "About half the citizens have abilities. That puts the number of abilities on the 5 digits. No way our measly public institution can manage all of them that strictly."

The man took a pause before he continued speaking in a lower tone. Like a teacher trying to speak to an underperforming student.

"The Bureau is built under the illusion that it's possible to regulate all the abilities. It's just a fantasy. Reality couldn't stray further from that. That's what makes Sakurada so dangerous. Much more dangerous than you think."

A line she heard from his mouth countless times.

"I don't get it. Sakurada is safe as long you have the ability to see the future, no?"

That was another piece of information she learned from him.

The best ability in Sakurada and the user locked in a building. A lone woman observing all potential problems in Sakurada.

"She's definitely competent. We never found anyone as useful as her. But didn't I already tell you? She's about to die.", he declared with a chilling voice.

She gripped her phone harder.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. If you want her ability, you gotta be faster."

"Is that really okay for a Bureau member to tell me?"

"Absolutely not, but we're way past the point it matters."

He spoke unemotive, as if he was talking about a distant country.

"The Bureau already extracted all the information it needed out of her. She's a dried husk now. Broken remains of the past abandoned in a deteriorating building. There's no more value in keeping people to guard her, so the security there is full of holes. Your ability can do the job."

Oka Eri gulped and asked.

"If I fail my attempt to take her away, will you protect me, perhaps?"

She heard dry laughter.

"How could I? That's not a clause in our contract."

Oka Eri cackled. "Sure isn't." Then contained her voice as much as possible before continuing. "By the way, you still didn't answer the important question. What are you making me do? What wasn't supposed to be in a photo? What's your goal?"

He sighed.

"I'm only disclosing the Bureau's info. Not my own. You have no right to ask about my goal."

Oka Eri cursed internally.

He was a Bureau member but his philosophy was different from the Bureau at large. And when he needed to things that go against the Bureau's will, he used Oka Eri.

"I gave you all the information you wanted, haven't I?", he asked.

Oka Eri asked mainly about Asai Kei, the Resets, and an ability better than the Reset.

"Asai Kei has the MacGuffin, right?"

"Without a doubt."

"He's trying to protect it, right?"

"Probably. I'm not sure and I don't care much to find out, but I assume he is."

"That's all I need to hear."

(if I can take away the MacGuffin, I win against Asai Kei.)

"Bye, Oka Eri. I pray that you can break free from your past one day."

The man hung up after delivering this final message in the mocking tone of someone who didn't mean the wish he made. Oka Eri barely knew anything about him.

But his methods resembled what Kei was like 2 years before.

Oka Eri violently pulled her hair, lost in thought.

(Break free from my past? What the hell do you know? But ok. Doesn't matter. I got the gist of Sasano's deal. I don't need the details. I'll use any means at my disposal.)

Oka Eri stood up, grabbing the bag with her oil and matches.

She was ordered not to leave a single photo unburned. No one would notice a few pictures missing from the burning pile.

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He reclined on a black leather chair.

"Bye, Oka Eri. I pray that you can break free from your past one day."

The man hung up after delivering this final message in the mocking tone of someone who didn't mean the wish he made. He handed the phone to the woman standing next to him. The phone was hers. He didn't like carrying objects in his pocket.

Taking her phone back, she asked him.

"Are you sure this is the best course of action?"

"You mean my decision on the photos? Or telling her about the photos? Or perhaps my policy in dealing with the nameless system??"

"All of them. Telling her about the nameless system was particularly dangerous, in my opinion."

"It wasn't. Everyone connected to her is under control."

"Also, Oka Eri shouldn't be disposing of the photos alone. We need someone watching her."

"No, it's fine. Her taking some photos with her won't be a major problem. If I needed a perfect operation, I'd have used someone else."

"But Oka Eri acts out self-interest. We can't be sure she will follow our orders."

He shrugged.

"I don't care what that girl does. My only interest is that no incidents happen."

(The blazes just need to burn without thinking about where their flames are spreading to. Whatever gets burned, it won't be my loss.)

He threw his weight to his back and crossed his legs.

"You know, have you ever thought about the despair in the fact that the ability to see the future exists?"

After this quote, the man smirked.

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At 3:00 PM, Kei and Haruki were in a small park. The cries of the cicadas were numerous and prevalent due to the large number of trees. The two sat under the shade of the trees, on a bench that had already lost most of its paint. They were supposed to meet Tsushima in this park. A building next to it had a Bureau office.

Kei checked his watch. It has been almost an hour since they arrived in the park. They got there about 10 minutes early. That meant Tsushima was 50 minutes late.

When Tsushima Shintarou finally showed himself, he was wearing a suit. Quite unusual for him. Nostalgic, even. He raised his hand with the face of someone who didn't want to be here. His other hand carried a brown A4 envelope.

"Sorry. I'm late."

"We're the ones who should be apologizing for the tough request."

Kei and Haruki stood up and greeted their teacher. Tsushima threw himself at the bench the two students had been sitting on.

After a light stretch, he started talking.

"Quite a mess you got yourselves into."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"Don't you think you've done enough?"

"About what?"

"Everything." Tsushima relaxed all his muscles and reclined on the bench. "Haruki's Resets aren't absolutely necessary and you know it. And without them, you have no reason to stay in the Service Club. Put this crappy job behind you and become a proper 15-year-old. Enjoy your high school life."

The rebuttal to this didn't come from Kei.

"I don't want to."

A simple refusal.

He was glad Haruki was with him. Kei alone wouldn't have been able to say what she did. He knew what she would answer but couldn't possibly answer in her stead.

"You've already done more than any teenager should. Learn to relax, geez."

This time it was Kei who answered.

"We do relax a decent amount. We do what we want when we want without stressing over what people think about it."

Holding back on your wishes for no reason is just tiring.

Tsushima laughed.

"You're practically a workaholic."

"Just like you, Mr. Tsushima."

"Don't give me that, I cut corners wherever I can. I actually want less stress in my life."

"And yet you're working during summer vacations?"

"I skipped supplementary classes at school today, you know?"

"To search information at the Bureau for us."

"Not because I wanted to. I did my share today, so I'm taking a day off tomorrow."

Kei smiled. He knew that despite what he said, he'd still teach Murase's supplementary lesson the next day.

He looked at the sky and spoke.

"What do you think Oka's ability is?"

"Probably brainwashing or something with a similar effect."

"Anything more specific?"

"I'm not sure. But my theory is the ability to manipulate memories."

Tsushima made eye contact.

"Why do you think so?"

"Pre-Reset, when we saw eye-to-eye, she didn't use her ability on me."

If creatively used, an ability to brainwash others could do practically anything. For example, she could have made him hand her the MacGuffin or cooperate in sealing Haruki's Reset.

And yet she didn't use her ability on Kei.

"This got me theorizing that her ability is not very effective on me."

Asai Kei's ability allows him to accurately remember the past. And one of its drawbacks is that he's not allowed to forget them ever again.

If Oka Eri has the ability to manipulate memories, the two abilities would cause a complete paradox. When abilities clash contradictorily, only the one with the highest intensity gets to be effective. And Kei's ability intensity is extremely high. If his memories were manipulated, he would probably remember both the correct memory and the manipulation process.

"Congrats, right answer."

Tsushima handed him the large envelope.

"Here's the file on Oka's ability."

"Thank you."

He bowed and took the document.

While he was taking the paper out of the envelope, Tsushima made his commentary.

"The file titles Oka Eri's ability as Memory Addition and Memory Subtraction. It's just memory manipulation, but they split the effects into addition and subtraction for simplicity's sake."

The envelope contained 5 printed pages. The first page was a detailed explanation of Oka Eri's abilities and substantiated speculation on the unconfirmed details. The remaining 4 pages were real usage examples and their results.

"First, there's the Memory Addiction. Basically, she can implant non-existing memories. It can be anything. If Oka Eri gives the target an unclear idea, the target's own head will make things up to turn that into an existing memory."

That's the effect cast on Murase Youka. She was convinced that something scary happened and created her own scary memory.

"When doing so, she can manipulate their memories in a way that will somewhat reliably command them into performing one particular action. For example, she can go a step beyond manipulating memories to convince them something dangerous is approaching and directly convince them that they need to run away."

That's why Murase called Kei. She planted the memory that when something scary happened she needed to call Kei.

"That's powerful."

"Yeah. She can get pretty much anyone to do what she wants by convincing them that they're lovers or belong to the same group."

People act based on their memories. If their memory tells them they want to ride a bus, they'll ride it, and if it tells them they want to make a phone call, they will. If they're convinced the person they're talking to is trustworthy, they'll believe pretty much anything they say. Controlling memories means controlling actions.

Tsushima pointed at Haruki.

"And the effect she was hit with is most likely the other one."

"Memory Subtraction?"

"Yeah. This one is simpler. It makes people forget something. Haruki forgot how to use her ability."

Kei looked at Haruki.

She nodded.

"It's true, I can't remember how I Reset the previous times."

Looking only at the consequences, taking away the knowledge of how to use an ability is the same as taking the ability away. The victims weren't able to notice the difference.

"How can I remember it?", Haruki asked.

"Oka Eri's ability has three major weaknesses.", Tsushima answered.

"Those being?"

"First: the ability requires at least 5 seconds of eye contact to activate."

That was part of Kei's theories. The account of how the ability was cast on Haruki makes it obvious enough already, but Sasano also mentioned her bragging about her contact lenses. She was using those lenses as a tool to make people look at her eyes.

The ability was as powerful as it was easy to deal with. But this weakness meant nothing now that the ability is already cast on Haruki.

"Second:", said Tsushima. "The ability falls apart easily. If a third party tells them exactly what memory was added or subtracted, they'll eventually remember the correct memory."

Kei nodded.

After checking behind Murase and explaining to her that nothing scary was happening, she became aware of the mistake in her memories. Her ability was extremely powerful short-term but manageable long-term.

"Then I'll remember how to Reset?", asked Haruki.

(No. You can't. Sasano can't remember how to use his ability after a long period of time. Tsushima said "if a third party tells them exactly what memory was added or subtracted".)

"It's theoretically possible but practically impossible.", Tsushima listlessly answered. "You, Haruki, were the only person in the world who knew how to Reset. No one else can accurately teach you how to do it."

Sakurada's abilities were abstract more often than not. It would be difficult to verbally explain how to use one.

"Making someone forget their ability is the only application where Oka Eri's ability is expected to have a permanent effect.", Tsushima said.

That application was a loophole in her ability's restrictions. By making someone forget information no one else in the world knows, it becomes impossible for it to be remembered again.

"Do you think I can remember on my own with enough effort?", Haruki asked Kei.

"It's worth trying, but I don't know."

He could use his ability to forcibly awaken her memory, but there was one number missing in that equation.

Without losing spirit, Haruki asked Tsushima.

"And what's the third weakness?"

He nodded and answered.

"Oka Eri can't keep two effects on the same person. Using it a second time cancels the first effect."

That was another restriction Kei had considered.

She didn't seal Murase's ability. It was highly likely that she couldn't seal Murase's ability and get her to ask Kei for help at the same time. Oka Eri prioritized separating Kei and Haruki over disabling Murase's ability.

Kei needed to be sure.

"So if she uses her ability on Haruki again, she'll remember how to Reset?"

"Yup, that's right.", Tsushima confirmed even though he really didn't want to.

This would get another memory of hers manipulated, but this could be reverted by Resetting back to 11:49:32.

"Thank you.", Kei nodded.

He could see a clear way to retrieve the Reset ability.

"Don't do anything too dangerous."

"I'd never."

He needed to create an environment where Oka Eri would use her ability on Haruki again. This meant putting Haruki in contact with her. He couldn't afford risky methods.

Tsushima said goodbye, stood up from the bench and turned away from them.

Kei bowed and thanked him.

When he raised his head, his eyes met Haruki's.

"Do you think you can handle this?"

Kei nodded.

"Oka Eri's ability is much less of a challenge than I was imagining."

Everything Tsushima said was among the possibilities Kei was considering, but he felt a lot better having it confirmed.

"The scariest thing Oka Eri could do is pull someone I know to her side, but that won't work. The memory manipulation will be undone as we talk."

That's the best thing he could have heard. He was actually suspicious that Murase was made into an Oka Eri spy. So before going to Haruki's house, he went through a lot of annoying and tiresome methods to make sure her account was true. It was awful, but he needed to be sure since the plan was to have her use her ability on Haruki.

"Did you ever consider the possibility she made me a mole with her ability?", Haruki asked.

"Of course I did.", Kei answered.

But if Haruki lied, he would have seen through it. He had two years' worth of her face, gestures, and words memorized. He'd need to be really dumb to still be deceived.

"I'm glad you weren't Oka Eri's mole.", Kei said.

"Yes, me too.", Haruki answered.

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Kei spent the rest of his day thinking about Oka Eri.

He read Tsushima's whole document and chatted with Murase to keep track of her actions. And then he remembered everything related to Oka Eri. Not only their conversations. Her face when they passed across each other in the hallways, her profile in the schoolyard, and even the appearance of her old house.

The biggest issue was Oka Eri's mindset. What is she thinking? What is her goal? He needed to know in full detail.

Pre-Reset, she said:

“Evildoers are always trying to cause problems.”

“Because it’ll upset you. Do I have to spell it out? I hate you, dude.”

“See, that’s what’s so annoying about you. That’s why I can’t back down until I see you hopelessly defeated.”

The girl in the middle school art room said.

“Eri once told me she wanted to be like you.”

“That you never took others seriously, never opened up, riled people with empty promises, were proud of your worst behaviors, and belittled the whole wide world. Basically, you’re a bad guy.”

“I remembered one thing. Eri said only Asai is allowed to say her proper name.”

And two years ago, Fujikawa Eri said:

“What do I have to do to get stronger?”

He remembered his own answer.

He could easily imagine how much his words chained her.

Oka Eri called him at 5:00 PM.

“Sup, big guy.”, she said through the phone.

Her voice was cheerful and carefree. It was faked.

"I decided on the stage for tonight's show. Remember that lighthouse we saw through our middle school library window?"

"Of course.", Kei answered.

The lighthouse had been closed for almost four decades. Now it was just a tall, purposeless building.

"It's there. Don't forget the MacGuffin."

Kei called her before she could hang up.

"Wait, Fujikawa Eri."

He heard a deep breath, then a scream.

"You don't get to call me that name."

A yell with hints of crying.

Hearing that, he was sure.

He knew what she was trying to reject the most.

"Sorry, Oka Eri."

"I'll never forgive you."

"Yeah, I know."

And then she hung up.

Kei sighed. He had plans for that night.

[tayaminaka]

Yandere shin sokuko and sokuko(probably spelt that wrong) falling dor their rival’s sister

Note: I’m not experienced in Yandere writing so maybe I fucked up and I’m sorry if I did.

Yandere!Akutagawa Ryūnosuke falling for Atsushi’s sister :

He would be fully confused about this new feeling. The first weeks he would just deny it . Why should he feel something for Jinko’s sister? But even if he tries the feeling doesn’t go away

It would take rather a long time until he finally makes his move, but when he makes it you won’t get away so easily

First it would be more "harmless". You would just see him a little more on the street, nothing more

But after some time you would feel something dark is following you. You didn’t say anything to Atsushi. After all, this boy has so much on his plate, you simply don’t want to add your problems to it

You brushed it of, thinking it was only your imagination or that you simply got a little paranoid. You thought that maybe this feeling would get away after some days

Big mistake...

The feeling started to get stronger. Now it was like that thing was coming closer and closer to you. Crawling in the darkness, waiting for one mistake to devour you whole...

You started to sit more at home, even your brother noticed this suddenly change. Fear was always surrounding you even when you were togheter with Atsushi. The bad feeling like something bad is gonna happen didn’t let you rest

Until one day it’s simply disappeared. Gone, simply gone like it wasn’t even there. You started to go out without fear, without this pressure, without this feeling

Everything started to become normal again. You went normally to work, went for a walk with your brother nearly every evening

Until one night you went home from work, a little bit later than usual. You felt nothing, everything was peaceful...you didn’t even notice something until it was simply too late

Congratulations. Because of your carelessness you ran directly into the fangs of the silent rabid dog, isn’t it wonderful?

Now you are fully at his mercy. Hope that your brother will find you because you’ll have a great and painful time with him.....

Yandere!Atsushi Nakajima falling for Akutagawa’s sister:

First he won’t even know that you Akutagawa’s sister. You were kind to him, helped him a when he was a little lost in the city, maybe a little could but the whole opposite from your brother

That’s until you two meet your brother on your way. After several attempts of killing him he said in a rough and cold tone that he should stay away from his sister

But that didn’t work. Behind your brother’s back you still met each other ,maybe not very often but still. And slowly this feeling started to grow in him

Every time he talked to you his cheeks were slightly red, every time he met you the warm feeling started to get stronger and every time he saw you with an another man, who was getting to close with you more than he should a dark feeling rose in him

Everything was fine until one day you said the most painful thing „I love you. You are my best friend.”

Best Friend? Best fucking friend?! Nothing more, nothing less. How painful it was to hear that. But did he really expect more? He doesn’t even deserve you, right ?

After that he went silent. He tried to act “normal”, act like nothing happened but slowly it started become hard acting like that

Even the Armed Detective Agency notices that something was particuly wrong but even they didn’t know how dark his thoughts already were

Now it’s only a question of time until he snaps and be sure it won’t be pretty when he does

Yandere!Dazai Osamu falling for Chuuya’s sister:

The first time he met you he offered you a beautiful and romantic double suicide, only to be drop kicked by your brother Chuuya. Ooh how angry he looked as he told him to fuck off from you

He was surprised and exactly that catched his interest in you. Interesting, would chibi be mad at him if he starts something with you?

Even after the unexpected meeting with your brother he didn’t back off rather did the complete opposite....

Your paths started to cross a little more and because of the full work schedule of your brother it was easy to hide it from him

You started to hang out a little more. Casually going to cafés or simply searching some adventures for you two

Even with his mind pitch dark with dark thoughts you didn’t noticed what hid behind his twisted self

This little cat and mouse game behind your brothers back went on for days and then days became weeks and then weeks became even months

But don’t take everything so simply. On the inside his dark self is already taking control of him, eating up his good thoughts and mind and devour him fully

Now that you even go to his place out of boredom, it’s hard for him to hold himself under control and not claim you fully

And because of that don’t be surprised if you once wake up in a dark room with your foot chained to a wall on a long chain

After all, it’s your fault

You let your guard down and didn’t listen to your brother who actually knew this man better than you. You didn’t know where to stop and let him manipulate you

Now you are fully under his control. And don’t think it is easy to run from this little devil, he won’t let you go

Yandere!Chuuya Nakahara falling for Dazai’s sister:

Ooh he was suprised that you are Mackerels sister. You two were just sitting in a little but elegant bar, drinking some wine while talking with each other

It was very pleasant to be honest. His knowledge about wine, fashion and hats was big and it was interesting to listen

Everything was funny and pleasant until you heard your brothers voice abruptly stopping in his excuse. His eyes were a cold and a sarcastic but at the same time dark voice as he asked Chuuya what he was doing

He was only a little late, the people on the street were in his way. For years he hid your existence from everyone in the mafia but now he can’t do anything

He went to Chuuya and bow down to him, telling him that he should stay away from you only to receive a simply “tch”

He stood up, not bothering to look back at your brother he took your hand and kissed it and wishing to meet you again

Seeing Dazai’s pissed face was worth it but the fact that he managed to slide his phone number into your back was even better

Chatting behind your brothers back was funny. You knew it was bad to do so but the adrenaline rush was too good. It was like you are doing criminal stuff

And the rush was even better when you met him secretly. Sometimes you even met at his place but why not ? He didn’t hurt you or anything and you were ready to lower your guard

Everything was fine until one evening you received a message from your brother that he’s gonna come home a little earlier. You quickly rushed to the door to run to your home

But a invisible force suddenly forced you to the ground. As you looked to the door you saw Chuuya standing in front of the door

As an answer for your questions you received a simply “I’m not letting you go” and a piercing pain in your legs

Now it is fully sure that you won’t leave. How should you if you’re laying on his bed with teary eyes and broken legs?

Your phone disappeared as your freedom. The only thing that is left is the hope that somebody will find you

[phoenixyfriend]

A Smattering of Ideas for a Neji Time-Travel Fic

[EDIT: okay so viewing the post on dash or sidebar blog completely ruins the bullet nesting for some reason. Please open it in a new tab.]

Okay so I actually wrote the first chapter or two of this like... almost a decade ago probably, but the concept was:

Neji, upon dying, gets sent back, and he's perfectly healthy again, pretty much exactly as he was just before getting mokuton-stabbed... except the seal damage wasn't reversed, so he's blind.

I think he ended up like riiiiiight before the Hyuuga Incident, so about of age with Kakashi & co.

But yeah like imagine telling Hiashi about it.

We have a new Jounin! It's a blind Hyuuga.

His seal is gone! He's technically your nephew.

He needs to be retrained for blindness! He needs to be protected for the information he carries.

He's a time-traveler!

Have fun.

The Hyuuga clan has like a million things going on but future Neji is just finding his younger self and Hinata to cuddle them.

He can't see shit but he Needs To Hug Baby Hinata

She's so small? She needs to be protected?

"Sir, you're blind now." "If Lee can be a ninja without chakra, I can be a ninja without eyes." "Sir. Sir that's--that's not the same thing, you can't--SIR." "I'll ask Hatake for advice." "He's still got half of his--SIR!"

Neji is a genius, if there's anyone who can pivot their entire fighting style from "I can see everything" to "I don't need to see anything" it's someone like him. Especially with the "I need to protect all these smols and be strong enough to force people to take my advice seriously if necessary" motivation

BUT But But for the first few days, it's just like. Sir. I understand you want to protect this small child, but you walked into three walls in the past hour. Please st--sir.

Fun option is "Neji spills all the beans... to Hiashi, not the Hokage."

Hiashi: Okay so like. Give me a few days to come up with a cover story for your existence. Neji: That's fair. Hiashi: Do. Do you want me to send in Hizashi or...? Neji: I'll tell him the truth if you do. Hiashi: That's, uh... that's fine. Neji: Then yes. Please. Hiashi, thoroughly unnerved for a variety of reasons: Right. I'll go do that.

Relevant: "Stop trying to convince me to put the Caged Bird Seal on a man who is already blind."

Since that's the ostensible reasoning of the seal, and like. You can't make that argument about keeping the eyes safe when the eyes don't... work.

Courtesy of @firebirdeternal​, along with a bunch of other stuff but especially this:

ooooh feels moment: Neji starts his retraining to become Strong Enough without his eyesight, guess who sees him working his ass off to overcome a disadvantage and thinks "Oh, there's a person I should Be Friends With!"

Part of me just went "Gai gets injured on a mission and, while waiting out his medical leave, gets assigned to Neji as a guide/sparring partner"

Or, well, not assigned. He's just doing one-armed pushups in the training yard with a cast on half his limbs after breaking out of the hospital and zeros in on Neji like "Ah yes, medically inadvisable training, a Bonding Activity!"

Neji goes from "I can see everything" to "I can't see shit but if you're within arms reach you're fucked"

A lot of it comes down to Neji building up non-Byakugan sensing abilities, I think?

It won't help him read, but it'll sure help him avoid getting punched.

I think that's really the crux of his New Style, however he works it out, instead of having this Massive Range of perfect perception he just trains his other senses until he still has that perfect perception effectively, just in like a two foot radius around his person

and then he goes full Rock Lee and trains speed and reaction time until that two feet is enough

I want Daredevil-style bitchiness at some point, in the "Okay, I'm sure the contract is lovely, but do you have it in braille, perhaps?" sense

And Toph-style stuff

Genma, in the Jounin lounge: "Hey guys I think I've got a design finished for the new tattoo I'm gonna get, what do ya'll think?" 'holds up scroll' Kakashi: "Why would you get a tattoo of an ugly couch?" Genma: "It's not an ugly couch it's the Hokage Monument!" Neji: "It looks perfect to me" Genma: "Thank you! I worked really hard on-..... why do you feel the need to do these things."

Also I want Neji to have the same approach as Matt to a cane. He can make do without it, but it sure does make his life easier when he's off-duty.

Like, yes if he focuses his entire, highly trained person, on perceiving his surroundings, he can sense his way around. But that is very tiring

Like that is a lot of work to be doing, when you are just trying to get to the coffee shop for a bagel

Neji learns Sage Mode solely because he wants to be able to tree-hop again

Neji visits Kakashi like "I can't ask the Inuzuka for this because their dogs are clan-specific, but do you know where I can find a guide dog that can double as a ninken in the field?"

Neji asking Gai to help him pick out a feminine yukata because if ANYONE is going to not judge...

Listen I'm just really invested in what Naruto SD told us about how often Neji cross-dresses

Someone asked me which summons Neji learns Sage Mode from, and 

I mean, Hashirama supposedly just. Learned it? Without summons?

So maybe Neji does that and just learns from Jiraiya or something

Though it's not... particularly safe.

Birdie had the best response

learning it Without a Summon is very much in the vein of Neji's past attitudes towards Special Secret Techniques, given that he learned the Kaiten with no help even though it was a Secret Technique of the Hyuuga.

"I know it's possible to do, so the hard part is already over, the rest is just figuring it out and doing it"

Neji: I'm here, I'm queer, I'm blind as fuck.

Neji hanging out with Gai and Kakashi is, admittedly, not that different from hanging out with Lee and TenTen

Kakashi is a bit more likely to join in on the shenanigans than Tenten was, but he's still just as available for "We're judging you" sessions

Neji, sipping tea as Gai yells: this is my comfort zone.

Neji with a white cane: This is my whacking stick. Hiashi: Don't you mean walking stick? Neji: No.

Because... what ninja wouldn't ensure that any normal part of their daily life was fit for battle.

Like if Karin can hide lockpicks in a photo and a knife in her glasses, Neji can ensure his white cane is suitable for battle.

(Going off the earlier Daredevil comparisons, I’d say this is similar to Matt turning his cane into billy clubs sometimes.)

Neji, assuming the role of Chief Babysitter for SmolNeji and Hinata, senses Lee and Tenten at the park. Nudges SmolNeji: "Go, be friends with them"

SmolNeji, watching Lee faceplant into the dirt while trying to jump off the swing while Tenten chases two boys around with a weird frog she found: ".... why"

Neji: "Just trust me"

Also consider older Neji giving baby Hinata shoulder rides

Baby Hinata is delighted by this whole affair.

More time with big brother, and a new even bigger brother? Best times.

Bigger brother needs help reading sometimes and Hinata is so excited to help. Hiashi even approves because helping older Neji read things like menus and the like is helping Hinata learn how to read, so it benefits everyone.

Consider also: Neji encouraging the smols to play with bby Naruto, a Hyuuga elder (or possibly Hiashi, but I want him to be a confused accomplice) complains exactly once and Neji exudes such a powerful "Do not test me" energy that he just kind of. Drops it.

Neji's attitude towards baby Naruto is somewhere between "They're good dogs Brent" and "I died for him once already, do you think I'd hesitate to kill?" and it depends entirely on how seriously he thinks you're talking shit about him

Neji plays with the smols, including smol Naruto, by just being the Perfect Straight Man. Just taking every nonsense thing Naruto says Completely Seriously and using deadpan reactions to chaos to make them giggle. This drifts into Feels for Naruto when he's the first adult who takes his "I'm gonna be the Hokage" completely seriously

"Of course, chibi-Hokage-sama"

Hiashi: "What.... are you.... doing?" Neji: "Ah, Hiashi-sama. Please exercise caution, the floor has mysteriously transformed into molten rock. I suspect enemy action, but have no further intelligence at this time" SmolNeji, Hinata, and Naruto: 'wild giggling as they dangle from rafters/stand balanced precariously on chairs'

Hiashi takes one step into the room and all the kids start screaming so loud he steps back out in shock

Neji out in Konoha just Causing Shit with plausible deniability

Listen. Neji is PETTY.

Someone describes Naruto as "the annoying blonde child with the whiskers, you know, the skin brat" and Neji says "I'm a sensor and have encountered no demonic chakra"

"okay just avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers"

"I don't know how to tell you this..." 

"Sir, I know you're new in town, but that kid isn't really good news--" "A child can't be news unless they're recently born." "No, I mean, didn't anyone tell you to avoid the blonde kid with the whiskers?" "Naruto's blonde?"

Possibly "Hinata's blonde?"

He just, aggressively misunderstands that any insinuation about Naruto is about the Hyuuga heir instead

Birdie said they like the idea that he uses the aggressive deliberate misunderstanding to force people to either be embarrassed by how they're acting by having to spell it out or give up in quieter shame

Sometimes Neji gets tired of being obtuse and just lets Gai do it for him

Gai babysits on occasion, SmolNeji is aghast, Hinata mostly just confused, Naruto is delighted

Naruto is just Stars In Eyes about Gai

Kakashi: this is not the excuse I expected to have for visiting Naruto but I'm taking it

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 15 Pt 1: The Gang Gets Lost in India

Ah, back to Yugioh classic. Sort of. We’re going into the second filler arc before Bakura, which I have been told is kind of nonsense. And youknow what, from the first scene--this is the first scene by the way--yeah I can see the nonsense.

We got Yami cosplaying as the Chrysler building, we got Yugi saying WTFWTF, we got...this thing?

This thing tells us “Join my game, Yugi!” and then the demon just kinda bounces.

K, bye, I guess.

(read more under the cut)

Waking up from this nightmare, Yugi reveals that he has outgrown his good pajamas. Or maybe he just overused them like I did to my favorite pajamas during quarantine (which, not gonna lie, I hand sewed my favorite pajama pants back together 2 or 3 times like they were the Velveteen Rabbit. Quarantine pajamas and me were like best buds for a year there.)

RIP Yugi’s good pajamas.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I can get used to Yugi in his normal ass old man pajamas without any cute stars on them. I can accept this. He’s getting older. So much older that for a second I thought he was learning Hebrew, by the looks of his books on his counter. I thought...wow, is Yugi actually attempting to learn a language spoken around the time of ancient Egyptians???

But uh...I went a searching and unfortunately that’s not Hebrew, and if that is a language, I don’t know what it is. Pretty sure it’s just random marks because this show has to be translated in so many languages. Man. For a second there that looked like really sneaky world building, but nah, Yugi is still kind of a dumbass who has yet to attend a solid year of school.

Also, I got to take in this mustard yellow as if I’ve seen it for the first time.

It has strong building blocks energy. It’s...so much yellow and it’s extremely the vibe of that one set of animal crossing decorations that I have because it’s a very common recipe, but, can’t figure out for the life of me how to fit into any room.

What am I supposed to do with these, Nintendo? Other than recreate Yugi’s Muto’s haunted game store/house?

Like I live in the Bay area and we have wild painted houses so you can see them through the fog (back when we...still had fog, RIP California) --but this is a little much. This is such strong Protagonist energy but as a house.

Also, I’ve don’t think I’ve brought this up before, but like...Yugi is loaded, right? Like he’s way too good and humble to ever say he’s loaded, and they sort of make it seem like he’s not (when compared to Seto Kaiba) but damn, this location of his real estate sure is something. That and Grandpa’s tiny shop seems to run on a constant deficit and his family just doesn’t care.

We flash back a bit to Gramps sneaking out, and Yugi is like “oh great, my only Father figure I ever talk about is getting a backpack together and just...leaving without any notice, huh? Without telling me you were going to go? Didn’t think that would maybe be a little off putting?“ and Gramps is like “Yes?”

Like Gramps nearly died going to an amusement park a few episodes back so I can see why Yugi is a little bit concerned.

Down the street at a little town lottery, Joey is getting further into gambling (I don’t know what those little street lotteries are called, it’s in a lot of anime--but kinda looks like mom lotteries for moms.)

I’m not sure why India is on Joey Wheeler’s bucket list, seems a little random, but he went to Pegasus’ country, after all and that’s barely even a country.

Joey going nuts on a lottery machine instead of going to school was pretty peak filler, so I’m not really minding this stuff so far.

And then, just to spook me, check this out:

I can’t believe they even let them back into a classroom. In my nerd school, if you missed one too many days, you were sent to the bad schools to be someone else’s problem. But in Yugi’s case...that either IS his school or...Yugi is failing International School, which is just a thing he’s allowed to do, because, as I said before, this kid has got to be loaded. Even Seto Kaiba was like “I’m not spending money on this school anymore. That outfit is like 50 bucks a jacket.”

Youknow, I have seen all the other characters knock on Tea’s choice of cute ass monsters for the last 5 seasons, and she has never once changed them out. She is holding onto this scary seraphim thing with the many wings like every child with their first Pidgey. She does not care.

Also how is this thing cute?

like the front of this orb has a face with hearts on it but like...it is kind of remarkable what Yugioh decides is cute. Magma golem: not cute. this thing? This thing that looks like it’s a chibi version of the last chapters of the bible and will sound the trumpets of the second coming? So cuuuuute.

Tristan used to be the Janitor/hall monitor/square archetype. Like hell he can walk around with that 00′s R+B soundtrack.

Joey appears in order to get us the hell out of school, and the art team retires this school background for the rest of what I assume is this entire series.

Goodbye school. Maybe you’ll come back with Bakura. Which would be weird, since rumor is that arc takes place in ancient Egypt.

On their walk home, Tea lets out in an inner monologue that no one could hear that after 5 straight seasons of his BS, she’s sick and tired of Pharaoh being the center of attention all the time and she needs a freakin break.

TBH, as she was thinking in her head like “Pharoah is just so freakin much” Yugi switched over to Pharaoh and was like “WHATS UP TEA, THINKING ABOUT ME??” and I thought for a split second maybe he read her mind with his Pharaoh powers.

And like...maybe he did? Seems like a thing he can just do but chooses not to tell anyone about. I mean would you tell anyone? I wouldn’t.

So, unlike Miho in Season Zero, who at least had the decency to try to take her Mother to Australia, Joey Wheeler has wisely decided that the 3 other ticket holders will not be the 3 other members of his immediate family. That would have been the most awkward trip between Serenity, his mother he hasn’t really spoken to in 7 years, and his absent father who was written out of the series for being a raging alcoholic. They would have not even made it to the plane.

Instead he’s gonna take the ghost in Yugi’s head and call that an adult (two tickets in one, really). It’s honestly not that bad of a plan, since his only other father figure, Grandpa, is MIA, and his only other, other father figure, Roland, charges like 300 dollars an hour and wants stock options and health insurance.

And honestly they should have taken Roland because he’s one of their best plane guys.

So they take the smallest little Amelia Earheart plane in the world, going from Japan to (checks map) India...which 2 times the distance this plane can go and it crashes...which is exactly what would happen if you took a teeny tiny plane over the Himalayan mountains without refueling that thing.

We call this a magical incident later in the episode, but this is just basic math.

So, fun fact, (and probably why I discuss planes so often on this blog) two of my Grandfathers were pilots (well, three, since my grandmother remarried another pilot), which sounds like a crazy coincidence until you recall that their generation was in WW2 and we just shoved children in planes for 20 years and called that normal.

Anyway, to save on travel costs, my engineer Grandfather built his own plane out of junkyard parts, which, as you can imagine, is a living nightmare, and it was held together by like duct tape and gasoline (which at one time used to be cheap). Tempted God every day that Howls Moving Castle touched the sky.

And while I only know it from photos since I wasn’t exactly born yet, it looked exactly like this plane. So looking at this, all I can think is...yeah...that’s what you get for flying to India in a tin can car. To this day I cannot trust any plane of this size.

So, they climb out of their wreckage virtually unscathed and into familiar Californian territory.

At least Joey thought about bringing a tent.

It’s interesting how our cast has become so accustomed to this that they’re not even all that shell shocked. It’s just another day in the life.

So next time we shall find out what India has in store for us. Or if we’re even in India...because again...feels a lot like this BG team doesn’t do any research into their landscapes and every place feels a whole lot of the same. But...at least they didn’t put any Arizonan mesas in India.

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hi ! <3 I Absolutely luv your scenarios!:) Can I request for the pregnant s/o scenario with Midorima & Murasakibara ? :o Thank you :D

HELLO <333 wahhh tysm for reading, and i hope you’re still around lurking here to see this, my anon <33 also, i did write these in headcanon formats but please PLEASE let me know if you wanted scenarios and i’ll whip up scenarios :>

Pregnant S/O with Midorima, Murasakibara

Note: I am also writing this hc under the premise that the S/O has been dating with them for quite some time and is practically settled with them

Part 1 here

Midorima Shintarou

How He Found Out

i would believe for him to always, always use protection whenever he ends up having sex with you, and make sure you’re on birth control to prevent such an occurence

for a pregnancy to even happen, these conditions need to happen: 1.) he needs to be 100% sure that the two of you will be together for a very, VERY long time enough to not freak out about contraceptives or at least toy with the idea of not use any in the back of his mind and 2.) you somehow riled him up so much that he let it slide once/twice and go condom-free (whether you were on birth control or not that’s up to you, but he’d assume you were)

well, it turns out that during one of those rare moments of unprotected sex, you got pregnant, and now here you are with a positive stick in your hand squinting at it and scratching your head that you were either incredibly lucky or unlucky to get pregnant out of those few times you two went raw

how were you gonna tell him? well, he was a traditional man, so you simply set up a small, cute surprise for him when he gets back home

y’know, balloons in the living room and a little wrapped gift on the cleared table… it would send the message across… you think

hours passed and you were on the sofa twiddling your thumbs like a preschooler on timeout LOL and you didn’t want to go anywhere in case Midorima comes home early

your instincts were right because an hour later, he comes home utterly exhausted, immediately thinking about being roundabout in asking to snuggle with you

but then he freezes when his shoe stepped and POPPED one of the balloons you scattered around prior, and it scared him SHITLESS

he almost dropped his lucky claypot. almost.

“(y/n), what is going on?!”

he thinks it’s one of your antics and pranks as usual, and he immediately sighs exasperatedly at the thought of cleaning the mess up

“Seriously, I can never leave you alone in this house, nanodayo…” and as he shuffles through the floor, trying to avoid the rest of the clutter you caused, he notices you sitting primly on the couch (and giving him a poorly-concealed smile)

“Shintaro! I didn’t know you’d come home so soon~”

“Well, everyone was being annoying as usual, and most of the work has been done for today. I might as well come home to spend the rest of the day with you… obviously.”

you were so obvious, your eyes flitting back to the gift on the table and back to him, and Midorima doesn’t know whether to roll his eyes or laugh

“I’m assuming this is all for me,” he sighed, trying to hide his smile. “I don��t recall any special occasion for today, though.”

oh, your face just grew the biggest shit-eating grin at his words

“Is that so?~” you feigned with a sing-song voice

at your insistence on him opening the present right now, he swiftly pulls the ribbon apart and opens the box to see your positive test

MIDORIMA.EXE has stopped working

“W-W-W-What is that?!”

“A pregnancy test.”

“Whose?!”

“... Mine?”

“Wait, how?! With who??”

“Uh…” You stared at him incredulously. “You?”

MIDORIMA.EXE is failing to reboot

you were pointing at yourself and Midorima to further try to get the POINT ACROSS to this poor man who’s trying to process this OFBEJDIWHRIE

but you stopped your hand motions when you see the purest smile slowly growing on Midorima’s normally stoic face

YOU.EXE has stopped working

he brings you into a tight embrace and for a while you two hug in silence, enjoying each other’s company

“So uh, I’m pregnant,” you said, your words slightly muffled by his shirt

“Yes, I am quite well aware now,” he replied dryly, but his eyes are quite affectionate

“I hope you realize that this is a huge responsibility, (y/n).”

“Hey! I know that it’s a big deal! Come on, who do you take me for?”

“... Right.”

During Pregnancy

the first thing he does was take you to the doctor’s just to find out when you were going to deliver

“What? Why?” you asked him

“I must know our child’s horoscope sign as soon as possible,” he said seriously. “We have to make sure they’re born with no misfortunes attached to them.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

MIDORIMA PLEASE-

okay, but he’d also ask the doctor diligently on what you should be doing and what he should be doing to ensure a successful delivery

Midorima is deadass budget-version doctor at home

it’s that one meme where you go:

“Hey mom can we have a doctor?”

Mom: “We already have a doctor at home.”

Doctor at home: Midorima Shintarou

JOKES aside, he really is knowledgeable on this entire ordeal, which is a blessing and a curse

you could always come to him to rely on him when you’re unsure of something or for him to deal with your moodiness

but at the same time, you can’t get away with snacking on abhorrent things because he’d SNATCH them off your hands and scold you for being irresponsible LOLOL

you could NEVER sneak off unhealthy food because he’s ALWAYS somehow there to catch you or he eventually finds out later and still give you an earful

you still try to do it again anyways

then there’s that side of Midorima where he’d stuff the entire house with bundles of lucky items because he insists on buying two lucky items for you and the kid every day during your pregnancy… all so you can “maximize” your chances of having a successful delivery

you’re sobBING, it’s so CUTE BUT SO DUMB

did I mention that he’s already started on building the nursery and decorating it in ALL sorts of lucky charms and adorable plushies under the guise of “being safe and making the room lucky”

he rarely lets you step out of the house, but if you have to, he’ll always make the time for you so he can accompany you and just glower at anyone who looks at you the wrong way

surprisingly, he’s a lot more lenient on the PDA during your pregnancy: LOTS of hand-holding, chaste kisses on your head/forehead and maybe cheeks, and he does often hug you from the side to protect you

if you bring it up to him though, he’ll deny it to the VERY end and insists that he only does it so you don’t get moody and snap at random strangers passing by, and then it’ll be a hassle to deal with them

yeah right, Midorima

Murasakibara Atsushi

How He Found Out

when you first found out, you decided to hide it from him until you can figure out how to go about your pregnancy

1.) he didn’t seem like the type who can handle kids, let alone even like them

2.) you’re worried about how he’d react considering that he has a “devil-may-care” attitude and has quite a languid view on most things, even to this day

you underestimated Murasakibara though because when you first initially excused yourself to the restroom the first few times, he assumed that you were having too many sweets and barred you from consuming them until you got better

but you didn’t… in fact, you looked even sicker as the days progressed

that was when Murasakibara got suspicious and started paying attention to you and your behavior

when he gets serious, he’s incredibly sharp and intuitive

even still, he doesn’t know if he should confront you or wait until you tell him, because you’ve always been the “big pants” in the relationship, for lack of better terms

so he waits and observes, but he still acts just as normally as any other day, and you, on the other hand, thought you were able to successfully hide this from him

still, when you keep up this sneaky behavior around him, he slowly doubts himself about if he did anything wrong, if he forgot anything important, or if you’re doubting this relationship ???

but he’s not going to admit it to you, so he’s going to casually call Himuro and voice his concerns in such a roundabout way

Himuro immediately understands what he’s trying to ask and simply tells him to talk it out with you

ofc, Murasakibara just huffs and complains about it being so troublesome, but Himuro, smiles, knowing him better that he was going to do it despite his verbal complaints

when asking you if he did anything “wrong” and such, you immediately shake your head and deny it all to ease his worries, and you tell him that it wasn’t anything like what he imagined

at your words, Murasakibara was relieved but at the same time, if these weren’t the problems, why were you acting so strange?

like when you kept oversleeping, kept rushing to the bathroom early mornings, or when you even turned down his offer of going to the grocery store, bakery, and the confectionery store together multiple times simply because you said that you didn’t have the energy

he finally confronted after a few weeks of dodging on your end, draping his entire body over you from behind and placing his chin on top of your head

“Chibi-chin…” he mumbled. “You’ve been acting really weird for the past few weeks. Talk to me.”

you only sighed as you turn around and embrace Murasakibara, and then separated from him to put distance between the two of you as you make eye contact with him

you resigned yourself to tell him the truth because he was going to find it sooner or later, considering that you’ve developed a small bump… so far, you’ve passed off your stomach size as a “food baby” and “gaining weight, I guess,” but you knew you couldn’t use that excuse forever

but before you can utter out a single word, dizziness hits you like a truck, making you completely lose balance before you legit fainted on the spot

poor Murasakibara expresses one of his rare moments of absolute distress as he lunged forward to catch you before you fell to the floor

he’s dialing Himuro because he has no idea what to do and he’s absolutely PANICKING and thinking of the worst-case scenarios of what happened to you

Murasakibara was READY TO CALL THE AMBULANCE AND EVERYTHING but Himuro managed to calm him down enough to reason that it’s better to bring you by car

after all, Himuro had an inkling of an idea of what happened to you, but like a little shit, he’s not gonna tell Murasakibara because seeing him so openly expressive like that was a guilty pleasure for him

POOR MURASAKIBARA

he’s constantly holding you in the car like his life is on the line, and Himuro is just driving and looking straight ahead mentally cackling and wondering how he’s gonna escape his wrath if Murasakibara ever finds out that he knew but didn’t tell him

imagine a distraught giant busting through the doors carrying an unconscious you with a model-like guy trailing behind and pushing the giant to the side to try to coherently talk to the disoriented receptionists

what a life

the doctor merely just says that you fainted and it wasn’t serious, and Murasakibara doesn’t believe them ONE BIT

but he notices Himuro walking over to the doctor’s ear and whispering something, before they had an “ah-ha!” moment, and then right on cue, they had you moved to a different room for testing

poor giant is so agitated, constantly shaking his leg on the floor while he’s sitting in the waiting room, jeez HIMURO PLEASE GIVE HIM A BREAK

“Congratulations! She’s pregnant!”

“Huh.”

“Aren’t you her special someone?”

“Indeed, Atsushi is!” Himuro answers for him with a wink

Murasakibara needs to p r o c e s s this

after a while, you groggily stroll out the room like nothing happened, but still you had a frown on your face because you didn’t want Murasakibara to find out about your pregnancy this way

the car ride home was so AWKWARDLY SILENT

when you both get home, he gets SO PETTY AND CHILDISH AND HUFFS AWAY AND REFUSES TO TALK TO YOU

you try to coax him with kisses, hugs, and tickles, but he’s not budging one bit

even snacks didn’t move him… even though he did eye them for a bit before he turned away

“Atsushiiii,” you whined. “Talk to meeee, I’m sorry.” and there you go pouting and trying to squish his cheeks to get him to give up

he looks at you with an uncharacteristically serious look when he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me, Chibi-chin?”

and here you are, reluctantly explaining your reasons, and Murasakibara is just frowning because he’s thinking about how he needs to get his shit together so you don’t ever think that you can’t rely on him again

lots of wholesome cuddling to make it all up to him

“So… Chibi-chin.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m… gonna be a dad?”

“Yeah.”

and he gives you the brightest smile he’s had since the game against the Jabberwocks, except it was much more intimate and sweeter

During Pregnancy

does Murasakibara have any idea on how to deal with pregnancy? no, but to be fair, most people aren’t prepared anyways

he keeps forgetting that he can’t just give you sweets and snacks willy-nilly anymore because that’d be horrible for the you and the child

but he’s always giving them to you out of habit LOL, but of course, usually you turn his snacks down and remind him that you can’t eat them anymore

except when you have ungodly cravings and just accept his offerings without a complaint

and then Murasakibara feels like something feels off before he realizes you’re tearing off the packaging and ready to shove the entire biscuit into your mouth—

from that point on, he’s a lot more diligent in keeping the processed foods away from you

whenever Himuro stops by to help you out, Murasakibara REFUSES to forget what he did before and he glares daggers at him with every chance he gets, and both you and Himuro ignore him and are having your own conversations about the child AND MURASAKIBARA JUST SULKS IN THE CORNER ALL ANGRY—

he’s so petty and he’s so pouty, and honestly he is the one that becomes clingy during your pregnancy

whenever you shop for baby essentials to prepare, he’s always tailing after you like a lost puppy and trying to learn and understand the baby basics(????), while also doubling as your bodyguard

I mean, who would want to mess with you while there’s a purple titan RIGHT there?

still, you get a huge kick when you see people’s shocked expressions at seeing this gigantic man in the baby sections/aisles following around

you noticed, especially during your later trimesters, that he’s even gentler in how he handles and touches you, and it’s super cute that he’s so conscious about his size and strength around you

your heart is LITERALLY melting

you don’t think he even realizes that himself

but still, Murasakibara has to literally grit his teeth to stop himself from glaring/snapping back at you when your mood swings get really bad

how much do you want to bet that Murasakibara makes you buy extra baby food just to try it?

he’d probably even make you taste test it with him

he says it’s so the baby can eat the best brands out there and doesn’t have to eat the shitty food, but you think that he’s just eating it for fun and you tell him not to spoil the baby so early like that

he leaves the decorations and actual planning up to you though, even though he’ll be right behind you as you do it… he just finds it tiring and too complex sometimes

if you send him on grocery errands and things like that, he’d actually get up and do it without a complaint

if it was all for you and his child’s sake, he’ll do anything… after all, it’s the least he can do to be a dependable father

[euphoricimagination]

International Love-Haikyuu x foreign reader Pt 43

After the break is over, we go back inside to continue the matches. They go by quickly as always, after all they were 6 teams playing.

After preparing and serving dinner I go to the third gym, to where Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi and Lev were practicing. Kuroo is teaching receives to Lev, who seems in pain.

- Chibi-chaan! You really came to help us!

- I told you I would Bokuto-san – I say scrunching my face a little because of the loud voice of Bokuto. I normally have no reaction to his loud demeanor, being used to the twins, but these past two days I have been having really annoying headaches – for an hour though, so don’t get distracted

- Ok, can you throw some balls to Akaashi?

- Of course, Bokuto-san

- Thank you for helping us Yn-chan – says Akaashi patting my head – is your free time and yet you still came here

- I have a really soft spot for Bokuto-san, it’s hard to say no to him

I spend half an hour throwing balls to Akaashi so he can set it, and then the other half I help Lev with his receives. After the hour passes, I go to the 4th gym to help the foxes, who are practicing serves today. On my way there I pass in front of an annoyed Kageyama and a worried Yachi, both sitting in the stairs to receive fresh air.

- You okay guys?

- Yeah, I’m just trying a new toss and it’s not working – says Kageyama – I can’t make it fall in the right bottle

- I am no coach, but wouldn’t it be better if you try to imagine the spiker instead of just trying to hit the bottle?

- That could work! Hinata doesn’t really look like a bottle after all! – says Yachi

- Ask your coach about it, his job is to help you. Gotta go, see you

- Bye!

- Thank you, Yn-san - says Kageyama with a bow

I arrive to the gym where my foxes are and help them to keep track of everything. When I tell them to stop, we all clean up the gym before leaving to the school so they could shower. When we arrive there, I receive a mix of kisses and pattings on the top of my head. I go upstairs to where my room is, only to find Kenma already sitting in the stair waiting.

- Hi – I whisper to him. He smiles and open his arms so I can sit in between his legs. I put my head on his shoulder, sighing while he passes his arms around me - this is nice

- It is – says while putting his chin on my shoulder. We stay like that for a while, finally letting myself relax a little – are you okay?

- My head hurts

- Again?

- I blame the summer, Hyogo was much more bearable

- You need to stop pushing yourself, you do too much

- You’re the ones playing, not me

- And what you do is also tiring. Sleep a little, I’ll stay here with you

- Ok, thank you

The rest of the days go by pretty similar, matches between the teams, Karasuno finally getting some of their moves to work properly; cooking with the girls; helping the guys from the 3rd and 4th gym; spending time with Kenma at night. Throughout the week, every time Inarizaki was playing I became their manager as long as Nekoma wasn’t playing at the same time.

We were a day away from the last day of the training camp, coach Nekomata call us outside right before the guys finish their practices, telling us that tomorrow they will bring things to do a barbeque and if we could prepare all the vegetables and side dishes. I enter the gym and go where Nekoma and Inarizaki were sitting, both teams having a conversation. I walk to where Kenma and Rin are, who were talking.

- …please take good care of her, she’s an angel – says Rin, neither of them notices me getting close

- Of course I will

- Who’s an angel? – I say sitting down in between them, laying my back into the wall. I see Kenma trying to hide his blush while Rin laughs

- Oh you know, just the Karasuno manager. Both of us have a huuge crush on her – says Rin jokingly

- Kiyoko-san? Ken, I didn’t know you had a crush on her! I’m so hurt! she’s an angel though – I say faking a reaction, gaining a glare from Kenma.

- I don’t. You’re the only person I actually like to be around – says taking my hand while looking at me, eyes softening immediately after seeing my playful smile.

- I swear, if you two weren’t my best friends I would be so offended right now – says Kuroo butting in.

- If chibi-chan wasn’t so happy I would be vomiting right now – adds Rin, a mix of happiness and a little sadness in his eyes

- Disgustingly adorable – add Kuroo again with a genuine smile on – anyways, we have to play, is the last match of the day, Inarizaki vs Nekoma

- I’m going – says Kenma making Kuroo go to tell the team, he then looks at me – You’re not helping now

- What?

- You’ve been helping everyone, relax a little for today.

- But it’s…

- Don’t worry Kozume, we will make sure she stays here – says Akaashi receiving a thanks from the blonde boy before leaving

- Akaashi! – I say in disbelief

- He’s right Yn-chan, you have done a lot this week. Relax now – says while turning to Bokuto

- This hurts a bit to say, not gonna lie – whispers Rin to me – but it really looks like you two are made for each other – says kissing my forehead

During the match Bokuto makes sure to not make me do anything, sitting behind me while hugging me to limit every movement. After the match ended, Inarizaki winning by little, Kenma pulls me away to the dorm. Both Bokuto and Tsumu, the more emotional ones out of the bunch, were completely on board if that meant that I get to rest. We arrive to where he’s sleeping with the rest of Nekoma.

- Yn-san, hi! Are you okay?

- Hi Inuoka, I’m better – I say sitting in Kenma’s futon, my back on the wall – are you not practicing today?

- No, I wasn’t feeling too good so Kuroo-san told me to not practice today.

- Ahh I see, that’s good then – I say while Kenma leans back into my chest turning on his psp. We spend a good time like this, him letting me play from time to while talking to Inuoka. Soon enough I started to get sleepy, tiredness finally arriving. I nuzzle my face on his back, slowly dozing off.

The next morning after eating breakfast with the boys, I stay with the girls to prepare the side dishes and snacks for the barbeque. It was going to be at lunch time, but considering the amount of food we had to make, we opted to start early, me being in charge of making onigiris alongside Yachi. After a while we went outside were the barbeques were being lit, so we cut all the veggies while waiting for the boys. When the matches ended all the boys come out, all of them ready to eat. After the coaches praise the teams, all of them start to enjoy the food and interacting with each other.

- Chibi-chan, let me get you some food – says Samu when he noticed me near, taking my plate and putting some meat on it – there you go

- Thank you Samu, did you like the practice week?

- It wasn’t bad, I honestly think that we enjoyed spending time with you again more – says while I eat

- Same, having you here felt like going back home – I say. We continue talking for a while before I go around offering onigiris. I go to where Kenma, Rin, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi are sitting, with Kuroo almost screaming at them so they eat.

- Tsukki, you need to eat more. KENMA YOU TOO!

- Relax Tetsu, no need to scream at them – I say arriving – want some onigiris guys?

- I’ll take one, thank you Yn-san – says Yamaguchi. Tsukishima denies politely the onigiri, thanking me for no pressure him while the rest are taken by Rin, Kuroo, Daichi and Bokuto

- Ken? Want one? – I say sitting down next to him

- Did you make them?

- Yeah, you don’t have to eat if you’re full though

- No, I want one, I like your cooking – says taking one

- Of course chibi-chan is the only one who can make Kenma eat – says Kuroo smirking – Tsukki you should try one too, they’re actually really good.

- Yes Tsukki, they’re so good! – says Yamaguchi

- Way better than Samu’s – adds Rin

- You don’t have to Tsukki, I can always give you some later whenever you’re hungry.

- Thank you Yn-san, I’ll take that option.

Since we had the whole afternoon free, we talk for a good while. At some point in the afternoon Kenma and I ended up sitting in the hill, both of us in our phones just enjoying each other presence.

- Chibi-chan – says Rin coming to us with a little smirk, he pulls me up by the arm and turns me to the other side, my back being directly to the school – how is my favorite girl doing

- What do you want?

- What? Me? Nothing. Can’t I just come and talk to you?

- Suure…it’s too quiet, where are the twins? – I say turning my head, only to be stop by Rin who takes my chin

- I’m the one talking to you, so look at me – says smirking. I look at Kenma briefly, who seems to be trying to not laugh, a different reaction to what I expected.

- What are you… - I try to say before getting cut by a bunch of water being pour at my head. I turn around to see Tsumu and Samu, both with a small bucket on their hands, while laughing like crazy. Rin and Kenma are also laughing behind me. The scene caught the attention from a few of the others, from coaches to other teams – You fuckers. What was that for?!  

- I guess you could say…we made you wet – says Tsumu in between laughs.

- I hate all of you – I say trying to not laugh – Kenma! You saw them and didn’t tell me! You traitor!

- You always say you miss their antics – says simply, playful eyes looking at me

- You love us, don’t lie – says Tsumu hugging me – see I’m getting wet too

- I should be angry at you

- But you aren’t – says Samu patting my head – we love you too

- Why am I friends with you? – I say sitting down again next to Kenma, thankfully the hot summer air was already helping with the t-shirt. The guys sit near me, Tsumu hugging me tightly

- I don’t want to leave, I missed being around you chibi-chan – he says

- I missed it too Tsumu, it was low-key fun when you guys dragged me out of my house

- If you had cooperated then we wouldn’t have dragged you out – says Rin – you never wanted to go and walk around.

 - I know that I don’t say this a lot, but thank you – says Tsumu out of nowhere

- For what?

- Being my friend… I never had a lot of friends outside of Samu, a lot of people find me rude and don’t even try to get to know me. So thank you for getting to know me; and deal with my fangirls when you were our manager; and deal with us too, we can be annoying

- Thank you for talking to me first, I wouldn’t have talk to anyone otherwise – I say chuckling – now stop being so sappy, it’s not like I’m leaving the country.

- I try to express my gratitude and this is what I get! Rude! – says while he stops the hug

- You did get really sappy, chibi-chan is not dying – says Samu

- Shut up Samu! You two should thank her too!

- You are the annoying one, we don’t give chibi-chan half of the trouble that you do – says Rin – plus she knows that we love her.

We continue talking, mostly making fun of each other, while Kenma was laying on my lap with his eyes close, joining the conversation here and there but mostly chuckling with our conversations. The sun is almost gone already, so we head back to the rooms so the boys can pack their things. Since they leave at midnight, I go to take a shower to put my pajamas on, and like usual, I see Kenma sitting on the stairs already waiting for me.

- Are you coming out at midnight? – I say sitting next to him

- Yeah, I want to say goodbye too

- Thank you for talking to them, I know you don’t really like talking to people.

- They’re important to you, the least I could do was try. At least we can talk about games, but I don’t think we’re friends

- I didn’t expect for you to become besties, but it’s nice seeing my boyfriend and best friends get along – I say giving him a kiss on the cheek.

A few minutes before midnight we go out to say goodbye, a lot of teams saying goodbye to the foxes since they were the first ones to leave. I go and say goodbye to everyone with a tight hug, even the first years that I just met, leaving my three idiot friends for last.

- Don’t you dare to say something cheesy again – I say to Tsumu hugging him

- Fine, fine… Kita-san! Can we steal her back?! – says receiving a glare from Kita – sorry…let’s see each other in the nationals this time, ok? – says kissing my forehead

- Of course, now go in – I say trying to push him into the bus, he obviously doesn’t move an inch, but still goes in. I go to Samu and hug him too – See you Samu

- See you chibi. I’m glad everything went well... But I’m the better chef between us

- Your team begs to differ on that

- You use my recipes!

- And I cook them! – we say smiling

- See you at the nationals – says ruffling my hair before going in. Finally I go to Rin, who is taking photos as always.

- Don’t take photos

- When I haven’t take photos? Don’t worry, you look beautiful as always – says pulling me into a hug – no matter how ugly the photo is, you’ll always be beautiful.

- Rin…

- Sorry, but it’s true. I’m happy for you chibi-chan, truly. See you at the nationals. Love you – says with a slightly longer kiss on the forehead

- See you. Love you too

With that he enters to the bus and they get ready to go. I wave at them right before they leave.

- Don’t worry chibi-chan, we’ll go to the nationals this time – says Kuroo giving me a little side hug

- We will

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Part 42 - Part 44

Cursive words/sentences are in Japanese

Bold words/sentences are in English

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Soulmate au

Before you meet your soulmate you have to deal with a chibi version of them before actually meeting them. So can you handle it?

This one is readers point of view

Kai's point of view

Normally people immediately found their chibis of their soulmates when they turned 18. But every rule has their exception.

You were twenty years old and could only watch people talking, cuddling and cooing at the tiny little things or actually their real soulmate... this always leaves a feeling of envy, but you never losed hope. Seeing those couples afterwards gave you ideas on what to do when you finally found your soulmate.

And with the job you had on the library, it was always possible to daydream about it.

Waving goodbye at your coworker you sighed, arranging the books and getting excited to finally end your shift... That was your plan before you yelped when many books from a shelf nearby all fall with an unknown sound.

Grabbing just a ruler as your unique weapon as you slowly tip toed to where it came the sound.

You widened your eyes and trembled at seing the books were moving and you hesitantly poked it with the ruler... making a squeak sound as you tilted your head.

"A... mouse?" You mumbled before screaming and falling in your butt as the book suddenly exploded in front of you in pieces. Breathing in and out you decided to pick at it only to widened your eyes.

A tiny little thing with golden eyes, dark brow hair and the most cute yet weird jacket you ever saw was patting his tiny glived hands while staring nonchantly at them before looking up at you, the same bored expression as before as he shoved his hands on the pockets of his jacket.

"I-It.. it cant be.." you muttered, getting on your knees to look down at the chibi version in front of you. He only arched one eyebrow yet not moving one muscle of his.

You went to touch his cheek with your index finger before he growled and slapped your finger away. It didn't hurt a bit but you still put your hands on surrender.

"Alright! Alright! Weren't you suppose to be more gentle with me?" You exclaimed before deadpanning when you remembered that chibis can't talk.

You looked at the pieces of what was once suppose to be a book and pointed at it.

"Please tell me you can repair that..." he only looked at you before sighing what was probably in annoyance and going to touch and just as a one blink of the eye the book returned as you looked down at him in awe before smilling.

"So this is your quirk huh?"

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Since the chibis cant tell the name of them you decided to name your little companion as "goldie" because of the cold of his eyes.... even if for the first few times he only glared at you.

The thing about goldie was that he never was willing to be touched. This confused you a bit at first yet you decided not to pry from it since at night the little chibi would always curl up in your chest and doze off, thinking you were already asleep.

You also notice his passion about cleaning. Ever time it was something dirty or you didn't shower he would emmit huge amounts of 'squeaks' until you cleaned that thing.

"Geez you're a bit demanding arent you?" You giggled while rubbing the sink as he nodded in aproval or confirmation... you couldn't know.

You usually left him alone, but then one day you returned from work and the poor little thing was so scared that it did something you never once thought he would do. Hug any part of you that it could find.

This must meant that in that moment your own soulmate was suffering and your heart clenched at that as you brought Goldie to your cheek as you comforted him the best you could.

Ever since then he demanded to stay on your shoulder and go out along with you.

You were on the library and smiled at a client who went to talk with you for informations, although the male was only getting closer and then noticed the chibi on your shoulder glaring at him like he was about to rip his throat.

"Ah, so you got an soulmate I see." He talked as you giggled an yes "You know what? I dont quite believe those things, what about you and me go to a-" before the guy could finish his sentence Goldie hissed and literally grapped one book, despite being HUGE in comparation with him and hitted on the guy's face.

"WHAT THE FUCK-?!" The young male hissed as you grabbed Goldie in both of your hands as he patted his tiny hands and huffed, crossing his arms over his tiny little chest.

"I'm so sorry sir!" You whispered shouted as the guy left mumbling curses... one that especially caught on your heart strings.

"Quirkless bitch and stupid chibi little shit."

You immediately had your mood down as you tried to hold back the tears already in your eyes before you heard a squeak coming from your hands.

Goldie had a frown on his face before he mentioned for you to lift him up to your eye level only to surprise you with a sweet little kiss on each of your eyes. You immediatly smiled back amd rubbed your cheek with his as he grumbled.

"Aww you act all though but you're a softie on the end aren't you?" You cooed as the tiny male in your hands growled, despite having a pink on his tiny cheeks.

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Thre months had passed and you heard your door bell ring. All the hopes that it was your soulmate rised on your chest only to fell as you only saw the mailman handing you a box.

Signing and thanking the worker, you closed the door and found Goldie nimbling on a cake you baked/bought it and you giggled at him, with how threatening he looked once but now looked aa the most adorable thing ever.

You put the box down on the middle of the room and started to open only to be freed aa Goldie touched one bare finger of it to help you.

"Look little guy! You like cleaning do you?" You picked the robot and turned it on, Goldie already on guard as if it was going to attack you "Its a romba! It's a little robot that cleans the floor!" You smiled down at the shock on his face before he climbed on the robot and rode it as it was a car or horse.

You never laughed so hard on your life, especially when Goldie used his foot hit the wall to make the romba go to the place he wanted to be clean.

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You woke up with pokes in your cheek, groaning you saw Goldie, waving at you as you smiled and petted his head carefully.

He pointed to the calendar and you groaned. It was the day you needed to go out to buy groceries, looking at Goldie who only deadpanned at you.

"Do I need to?" He only huffed and crossed his arms as you rolled your eyes and prepared to go out.

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You were asking for some Takoyaki before Goldie suddenly gone crazy. Getting up on your shoulder and squeaking loudly at some place on the market as you grabbed him on your hands when he almost fell on the floor.

"What?! Hey you're okay?" You tried to bring him close but he only jumped from your grip and ran away. Making you panick and ram after him I'm fear he could be stepped on.

The little guy was fast and even used his quirk to make a wave of concrete to carry him. He turned on an aisle and you almost losed it.

"GOLDIE!" you shouted before stopping abruptly when you saw the chibi of your soulmate on the ground, hugging close another chibi with (E/c) eyes and hair with the color of... wait... it was you! It was a chibi version of you! Hugging and kissing Goldie just as much as he was doing with them.

You gaped at the cuteness of the scene before you saw a male running towards your chibi version only to be stopped by the same reason as you did. The man was way taller than you imagined, and different from Goldie he weared a mask to hide half of his face.

You gaped at how beautiful the man was as his wide amber eyes looked back at your with the same shock.

You took hesitant steps as he did the same, both of you looking at each other as if you both had found a precious and unique treasure.

His eyes slowed went back to normal as he looked at you. You giggled at him making him arch his eyebrow, exactly like Goldie, making you laugh before putting a hand to cover your mouth.

"Sorey!" You said between giggles "Is just that... you act exactly like your chibi."

"Same goes for you." He looked at your chibi version and then back at you, extending one gloved hand at you.

"So, what is my soulmate's name?" He asked nonchantly but the glint of happines of his eyes was way too much evident.

"(L/n) (Y/n). And mine soulmate's name is..?"

"People call me Overhaul... but-" your hand interviewed and you felt all of your body go warm and fuzzy at the way he looked at you "You can call me by my real name. Chisaki Kai."

"Alright." You smiled before the both of your chibis versions squeaked as your soul- Kai. Kai zend a half glare at your chibi version.

"What is it now brat? You found m-"

"You called me brat?" You asked in false disbelief as he at her one eyebrow at you.

"A better name than Goldie." He shivered as you scoffed.

"Is a good name... Goldie." You smirked at him as he scoffed, holding your hand a bit tighter.

"Brat."

[leemaht]

haikyuu!! headcanons

how they would react to their s/o being scared of them during a fight

ushijima, bokuto, kuroo, iwaizumi

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warnings: mild swearing, mention of a violent ex-relationship

pairings: ushijima x fem!reader, bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader, iwaizumi x reader

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ushijima

you know him and his emotionless statements

mostly you can cope with his blunt comments and you know he has no ill intentions but sometimes they hit parts which shouldn’t be hit under any circumstances

you guys still fight very rarely but when you do... your poor neighbors

mostly you punish him by ignoring him. mostly he doesn’t notice until he talks to you directly and you just turn around and go away. then he goes to one of his teammates for help.

‘what did you talk about last time?’

‘well, they complained about how they didn’t like how their pants fit, so i told them they just should lose some weight.’

‘oh, wakatoshi-kun..’

but this time it wasn’t something minor like some pants

i honestly don’t know what he could have said to you but it made you furious. you guys were in your apartment. 

you had discussed with him for at least 30 minutes now, stating your opinion but all you got from him were stares and nothing else

little did you know that he was getting fed up more and more on the inside as you repeated the same arguments over and over again trying to get a reaction from him.

and you got it

his eyebrows started twitching and he was getting ready to state his arguments

lets be real. everybody who says that they would not be afraid if this guy was looking down on you and yelling with this cold voice of his, is lying

so tragedy takes its turn

he had reached his limit.

‘why can’t you just stop talking. listen when i am trying to speak.’ he said with his steady voice but way way WAY louder than usually. he was towering over, looking down on you. it was a scary sight really.

and he started gesticulating, throwing his hands in the air as he talked

from your point of view it probably looked like he was raising his hand at you and all the bad memories came rushing thru your head.

you instantly backed away, hitting the wall with your back and sliding down on the floor as you started to hug your knees.

ushijima stood there confused while you teared up in front of him.

what made him realize his mistake was when you begun to sob

‘p-please don’t hit-t me...please.’ it came more like whisper from you

you had told him of your abusive ex before and he internally punched himself for forgetting it and leashing out at you like this

he calmed down instantly, disgusted at himself as he was the reason for the sight in front of him.

without further words exchanged he sat next to you on the ground, pulling you in his embrace and let you cry on his shoulder.

after no tears came flowing anymore you apologized.

‘i am so sorr-’ but he didn’t let you finish

‘you shouldn’t apologize. i am the one who made you cry and i sincerely apologize for that.’ and you just nodded hugging him tighter than you already had.

the two of you sat there for minutes without talking

‘i do not plan on ever hurting you y/n, so please don’t be afraid of me.’

bokuto

holy this guy can get angry

you fought regularly but neither of you could stay mad at the other for long. as much as you tried but the look in his eyes got you every time and after more serious fights he did things like sliding a note under the door with 100 reasons why he loved you or 100 reasons why he was a total jerk and you couldn’t help but run into his arm after reading it.

but this fight was different.

after his last match some girls from his school came running onto the court to congratulate the team. and this one girl kissed him in front of the whole school.

and he didn’t do anything.

he slightly pushed her away but didn’t say anything oblivious as ever

‘bokuto-san this girl tried to get with you.’ akaashi sided with you

‘HUH? I THOUGHT THIS WAS LIKE A KISS IN A FRIENDLY WAY. ISN’T THIS COMMON IN EUROPE?’

‘we are not in europe, bokuto-san.’

but you were already gone. as soon the scene took place you leaped up, leaving the stadium.

bokuto looked for you like a lost puppy

when he arrived home you sat at the kitchen table crying

after trying to explain himself you couldn’t take his obliviousness anymore and leashed you at him accusing him of not loving you.

that’s when bokuto snapped

how could you think he didn’t love you?

he probably didn’t mean to yell at you like this, but we all know that he isn’t always in control of his emotions. he didn’t even notice how you had started to back away from him and crying

he stepped closer to you and you covered your tear stained face with your arms in defense

‘please don’t...’ you cried out

that’s when he remembers the things you told him about you ex

he felt so bad, not only getting kisses by somebody for you to see but also scaring you to the point of you crying. he felt like the worst boyfriend on earth.

he scoops you in his arms, apologizing over and over again, kissing the top of your head while holding you tight

i could imagine him shedding some tears too

‘i love you so much. i won’t ever make you cry again, i promise.’

kuroo

well this guy has a way with his words am i right?

he teases you till the point you can’t take it anymore

he is a total tease. he loves to test out his boundaries without realizing how hurtful this can be sometimes

and he just wouldn’t stop even if you told him to

‘aw, does chibi-chan feel uncomfortable, hmmm?’

‘please stop tetsurou.’

‘hm? what was that? can’t hear ya from up here.’

this guy seriously doesn’t know when to stop

one day he was going for it again. the two of you were in the kitchen and had one of those chats where you were teasing each other. until you became quiet.

‘hm? what’s the matter, chibi-chan?’ but you didn’t answer

he stepped closer and closer to you and everything was fine until you found yourself being trapped as your back hit the wall. that made panic grow inside of you.

it wasn’t like you didn’t trust kuroo but the memories of your past came back as you found yourself in a scenario you had been countless times with your abusive ex

and kuroo still stepped closer, you heard him talking but didn’t understand the words he were saying

he was now towering over you with a cocky smirk on his lips as he completely misread the situation.

he then raised his hand slowly to place it at the back of his neck but when you saw this you flinched heavily, you closed your eyes and raised your hands in defense

silent tears fell down your cheeks making kuroo’s attitude perish. he stepped out of his act, worry growing inside him not knowing what was going on as you had never told him about this part of your past.

he tried to grab your arm which made you flinch again, sobs now leaving your mouth

‘please stop. i-i’m sor...ry. i-i didn’t mean to.’ you frantically started apologizing out of reflex.

kuroo’s eyes grew wide as he let your words sink in. did you really believe he would hurt you? 

he stepped back a few feet giving you room to breathe. you slid down to the ground and started hyperventilating.

his heart felt heavy

he sat next to you, still with some space between the two of you because he didn’t want to overwhelm you but wanted you to know that he was there for you.

your breathing became more steady. still with tears running down your face you looked kuroo in the eyes for the first time and it broke his heart. your eyes were red, you nose runny and your face wet from the tears. and he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

he pulled you onto his lap, one hand on your head, one hand around your waist as you quietly sobbed into his chest.

when you finally calmed down you told him about your ex and ngl kuroo wanted to leap up and pay the asshole who did this to his love a visit. 

but then he felt even worse. it might be true that your ex was the one who did this but kuroo was the one at fault now. he was the one who triggered your memories and he was the one who made you cry.

i can see him shedding some tears as he embraced you

he would be more careful around you now, instantly stopping all his teasing when you told him to in all seriousness

‘if i ever go too far again, please tell me or punch me or i don’t know. if i ever make you cry again i feel like i have failed. i want to protect you from now on.’

iwaizumi

you two are masters of the fight

you both are quiet quiet while fighting. it takes much for iwaizumi to lose his cool. most of the time you just rationally argue with both of you accepting their own faults and apologizing.

but even you have your downs

this fight was different from any other you ever had.

you frequently had sleepovers with oikawa together and he is a little shit but we still love him

just to tease iwa he flirted with you from time to time and mostly it did not bother you much as you didn’t pay it much attention

it still bothered iwa but mostly resulted in iwa throwing something at oikawa

this evening it went way too far

oikawa was on it again. you and him sat on the sofa, oikawa constantly throwing pick up lines at you while you looked at your phone and iwa was in the kitchen getting popcorn for the movie you guys were about to watch

let’s say you totally ignored oikawa you nodding every three seconds.

‘hey, y/n! let’s take a selfie together.’ in that moment iwa came back.

you two leaned in for the photo and shortly before oikawa took it, he leaned in and kissed you.

like on the lips

you shoved him away instantly and covered your mouth with your hand

iwa took him by the collar and kicked him out of the apartment.

you were in shock and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. iwa came after you as you looked at him with wide eyes.

did he look angry? with you?

‘iwa wha-’

‘what the hell was this about?’

‘huh? what do you mean??? he kissed me! not the other way around!’

‘BUT IT IS YOUR FAULT! HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ALL DAY LONG AND YOU JUST SIT THERE AND DON’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT-’

as soon as he had started yelling you panicked. he had never lashed out at you like this before and it seriously scared you.

subconsciously you backed away with every word he threw at you until your back hit the wall. you were trapped.

you clearly started shivering but iwa was so furious that he didn’t notice the state you were in.

you raised your hands to cover yourself as he stepped closer, still yelling. he grabbed one of your arms and ripped it from your face to make you look at him and you yelped.

apparently this was when he looked at you too.

your knees and arms were shaking as you tried to press your body as close into the corner of the room as possible, tears were running down your face and you began to sob

‘i-i’m sorry. don’t hit me, please.’ he instantly let go of your arm

boy was so confused until he remembered the time you told him about this abusive ex-partner of yours during one of your late night talks. in that night he had sworn to protect you.

it broke his heart when he realized he was the one to scare you like this

he grabbed your arm again but more gentle and pulled you into a tight hug. one of his arms around your waist and the other at the back of your neck as you cried into his chest. he rested his chin on the top of your head and apologized over and over again until your sobs had died out.

he still continued to hold you close until you pulled away and looked him in the eyes. he then kissed your tears away and rested your foreheads together after.

‘i’m sorry i lost my temper. you were not at fault here.’ and you kissed him passionately.

‘you know you are the only one for me, right?’ and he smiled the most heart melting smile you have ever seen.

[bitchin-beskar]

Choices Part 2

Rating: T (Not an M yet, but there are hints of M to come *wink wink*)

Word Count: 3.6k (I know, I’m sorry it’s short, but I really felt like I needed it to end where it did!)

A/N: Kicking off my little follower milestone celebration, here is Part 2 to Choices!!! I promise I won’t make y’all wait as long for Part 3, but I was smack dab in dead week and finals week, and it sucked. I didn’t have the time to write for sooooo long, so now that I’m back, expect more regular updates! My fall quarter doesn’t start til the end of September, so I’ll have a fair bit of time to dedicate to writing (even though I start working again on the 8th). Please, let me know what you guys think!! Your feedback is what motivates me! 

P.S. This chapter takes place immediately after Chapter 1, so you might want to re-read that! It’s linked here!

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You’ve died.

You know you’ve died because there is no possible way that what just happened… happened.

You stare dumbly at Din, searching his blank helmet fruitlessly for any sign that you’re not imagining the words that just left his lips. 

“S–Surely you’re not–not serious?” 

Your voice is quiet, meek, and hitches on the end of your sentence. You’re half expecting Din to laugh and pull away, proclaiming that this is all some kind of joke, that Jeye put him up to it, something to explain this madness, but instead Din takes your hand that’s still intertwined with his and lays your palm flat against his bare chest, directly over his beating heart. 

“Do you feel that, mesh’la?” His own voice is calm and soft, not mocking or judgemental, like you were expecting. “My ka’rta belongs to you, and it has since the day we met. I just didn’t know it then.”

You can feel tears spring to your eyes. Jeye had explained a few things to you in your time at the covert, so you knew exactly what Din was talking about. Mandalorians believed their heart and their soul were one and the same, and that their ka’rta could only ever belong to one other person, their riduur. Marriage, in Mandalorian culture, was about ownership. Not the same kind of ownership that Gallan and your village believed in, thank the Maker. Your village believed that a girl was the property of her father, and a woman was the property of her husband. 

While Mandalorians did believe that a woman was her husband’s to own, they also believed that in return, a husband was owned by his wife, although Jeye had been quick to inform you that Mandalorians were also accepting of two men or two woman becoming riddur, although it was less common, since their culture was heavily centered around the creation of children. No one person had more power over the other in a relationship, ever. If one half of a riduurok ever abused their spouse, the tribe stepped in, banishing the abuser and protecting the abused. 

For Din to say that his ka’rta belonged to you was… huge, to say the least. You’d never expected it, not in a million years. 

“Din, I… how?” Your voice nearly broke. “I’m not a Mandalorian, I’ve never sworn the Creed, kriff, I’m still considered an aruetti by members of your tribe! How could you possibly–” Din’s gloved fingers move softly against your cheek, and you realize belatedly that you’re crying. “How could you possibly say that your ka’rta belongs to me?”

Din’s fingers clench tight around yours, holding your hand firmly against his chest. When he speaks, his voice is deep and gravelly and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. “I do not care that you are not Mandalorian. I do not care that you have not sworn the Creed. I do not care what others in the tribe think. I have given my entire life to my tribe, my people. Might I be permitted this small measure of happiness?”

There are still tears streaming down your cheeks, but you barely notice them. “But my Papá–“

“He has already given me permission.”

Your jaw drops. Din talked to your Papá about this? He asked if he could marry you? And your Papá said yes? 

You’re so caught up in your shock that you don't notice Din pulling something from his trouser pocket. But you definitely notice when he holds it up in front of your eyes for you to see. 

It’s a ring. And not just any ring, but your mother’s. You recognized the design instantly. Your mother had worn that gold band every single day without fail. 

“When I talked to your father, he gave me this ring. He said that he and your mother shared so many happy years together, and that he hoped I could bring you that same happiness.”

Din was clearly waiting for your permission, and once you nodded, he slowly took your hand and slid the ring onto your ring finger. 

“I love you, Sarad’ika. And while there are those in my tribe that would insist on a traditional Mandalorian ceremony, I want to make you happy. If you wish to be married in your own customs instead, I will gladly oblige.” 

You’re lost in thought for a moment. While you would love to only get married in the covert, and never have to deal with your old village again, you know that you can’t. A part of you wants your Papá–and maybe Old Nan–to see you get married. Another part of you, a more spiteful part, wants Gallan to see you getting married, if only to show him that the thing he wants most is no longer within his grasp.

“I would love to be married in the covert, Din. But, if you would’t mind, could we also have a ceremony in the village?” 

As Din slowly nods his head, a grin spreads across your lips. You’re feeling giddy and excited, and you still think you might be dreaming, but Din’s right here in front of you, and you’re just so happy.

“Then, yes.”

“W–What?”

This is the first time Din has sounded anything less than absolutely confident, and it makes your heart melt a little bit. 

“Yes, Din Djarin. I will marry you. My heart and soul are yours.” You rest your hand on the side of his helmet–the little clink that your ring makes when it hits the beskar makes you want to grin like an idiot–and bring his forehead once more to rest against yours. 

One of Din’s arms wraps around your waist, crushing you against him, while his other hand buries itself in the hair at the back of your head, holding your forehead firmly against his. Time stands still as you’re wrapped in his arms. You relish in the feeling of his skin against yours, something you’re only feeling just now for the first time. 

 “I don’t want to wait, cyare. Please, do not make me wait a moment more to marry you,” Din begs, his voice breaking as his grip somehow tightens even further. Your throat closes up at the blatant want in his voice, and it makes your heart sing. 

“I would not ask that of you, Din Djarin.” He sighs shakily, and you continue. “I will admit, I do not want to wait a moment longer than absolutely necessary to be your riduur, your wife.” 

Din slowly released your waist, stepping back from you, but still cradling your head in his hand. You can feel his eyes on you, despite the visor blocking you from truly seeing him. “A Mandalorian riduurok does not require much, Sarad’ika, merely a witness for both spouses as they say their vows. Who would you wish–” Din trails off, as you bite your lip and look away. “What is it? What’s wrong?” 

His voice is frantic, and you’re quick to calm him. “Nothing is wrong, Din. I just–” You pause, fiddling with the fabric of your dress, the same one you always wear. “Do you think, maybe, Jeye would be willing–” You leave the question hanging in the air, and are surprised by the sudden laugh Din lets loose. 

“Do I think Jeye would mind?” He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Sweet girl, I think she would love to be your witness.” You smile brightly, praying that Din doesn’t notice how your cheeks heat up at his term of endearment. It’s not one he’s used before, but it immediately lights a fire underneath your skin.

“I wish to ask Paz, so I do believe it will be perfect for them to be our witnesses.” Din sounds so happy, it’s infectious, even though you cannot see his expression. “Let me contact them, it should only take a minute.” 

Din seems to let you go reluctantly, striding across the room to a small table and picking up a device, although it’s only after he presses a button and static fills the room that you realize it’s a comlink. 

As you listen to him call for Paz and Jeye, you look around his rooms, taking in the fact that you’re standing in Din’s private rooms, and more specifically, his bedroom. You can feel your face heating up once more when you realize you’d been sitting upon Din’s bed. You’d never been in a man’s room aside from your own father’s and even then, it had been years since you’d been small enough to crawl into bed with him. 

You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear Din come up behind you, so you’re startled when a warm arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a small oof. You feel the cool beskar resting against the crown of your head, and you can see out of the corner of your eye the sharp horns that curve around the two of you. Instead of feeling afraid, you just feel safe, knowing that Din would never hurt you.

As you rest your hand on his around your waist, you’re startled to feel bare skin. “Mmh, got tired of the gloves, Din?” You lightly run your fingers over the back of his hand, delighting in getting to touch him without any barriers. 

“Wanted to feel you, sweet girl.” His voice is soft, so quiet that it’s not picked up by the modulator in his helmet. If you hadn’t been standing so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have even heard him, but you had, and you feel your knees go weak at his words. His arm is tight around your waist, and you know he won’t let you fall, so you allow yourself to sag against him, releasing a puff of air as you do so.

“Din, you can’t say things like that,” You protest weakly, biting your lip as his other hand rests heavy on your waist, keeping you upright. 

“Why not?”

You want to growl at the mock-innocence in his tone, because you know that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. 

“Din.” 

Unfortunately, your voice isn’t nearly as strong as you’d like it to be, and you can both hear and feel Din chuckle at your words. Before he can tease you anymore, the two of you hear the door to his chambers open, and two sets of footsteps enter. Din doesn’t let go of you however, not completely, merely loosening his grip so that the two of you can turn to face your guests. 

You watch as Jeye enters first, Paz following behind her like a huge, beskar shadow. You can’t see her face, but you just know that Jeye is wearing a shit-eating grin, and you’re pretty damn sure Paz is too. 

Jeye walks forward, tugging you out of Din’s grasp and into a hug. Paz says something to Din, but you don’t hear what it is, you’re too busy squeezing your friend tightly. She squeezes back just as tight, before letting you go and the both of you turn, catching the tail end of Din and Paz’s embrace. Paz turns to you, and you’re surprised when he steps forward and scoops you into his arms, swinging you wildly around in a circle.

You let out a surprised laugh, clutching tightly to his shoulders as this monster of a man lifts you as though you weigh nothing. He laughs as well, a deep belly laugh that you can feel, and it makes you so happy.

Paz finally sets you down, his large hands cupping your shoulders. “Congratulations, vod’ika,” he rumbles. “Din couldn’t have found anyone better for a riduur.” 

You hear Jeye suck in a breath, and you look at her, but her helmet is focused on Paz. You look back at him when his hands drop suddenly from your shoulders. You can tell by his posture that something’s wrong. 

“Paz? Paz, what is it?” You ask him softly, but he doesn’t answer. You turn helplessly to Din, desperate to know what just occurred. “Din?”

You hear Paz start, “Bury’ca, don’t–” but Din is already speaking.

“He’s worried he offended you, Sarad’ika.” You’re confused, how could Paz have possibly offended you? Din sees your confusion and elaborates. “Vod’ika, in our language, means little sister.” 

You gasp, throwing your hands over your mouth in shock. Spinning to face Paz, you stare at him, this man who you’ve just met today, but it feels like you’ve known him forever. Paz must see the tears in your eyes because he tries to apologize, but he barely gets one word out before you throw yourself into his arms, forcing him to catch you.

He stumbles back, surprised at the assault, but his arms come up tentatively around you nonetheless. “Paz,” you gasp, clinging tightly to him. “I’ve never had a brother,” you whisper, feeling completely overwhelmed with emotion. Paz’s arms tighten around you, and he leans his head against yours gently. 

You were an only child, your mother dying before she could give you any siblings. It had never bothered you until one day you’d seen children playing in the village, brothers and sisters running around, having fun. You’d tried to join, but they’d jeered and laughed, called you a freak before running away. You’d gone running home to your Papá, demanding a sibling, and when your Papá had told you that only your Mamá could have given you one–but she was gone now, and couldn’t–you’d cried. 

That Paz already saw you as a little sister made you feel about ten feet tall, and you couldn’t contain your excitement, even if you’d tried. You finally let Paz go, the smile on your face shining brighter than the sun. 

Din holds his hand out to you, and you place your hand in his, letting him pull you to stand in front of him, face to face. You figure Din must have explained already to Paz and Jeye, because they take their places next to the both of you without any prompting. Paz places a hand on Din’s pauldron, and Jeye places her hand on your own shoulder.

“Are the both of you ready?” When both Din and you nod, Paz continues. “Din will say the vow first, and then you’ll repeat after him, okay Sarad’ika?” You nod once more, hardly able to believe this is happening. It’s been a little more than a month since you first met Din, and now you’re about to marry him. It’s only a little overwhelming.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome.”

“We are one when together, we are one when parted.”

“Mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde.”

“We will share all, we will raise warriors.”

Din squeezes your hand with each vow, and you squeeze in return as you slowly repeat the words, with Jeye whispering their meaning in Basic as Din speaks, so you know what it is he’s saying, and what you are repeating back. It’s more beautiful than you would have expected, although you feel flustered at the last line of the vow, about raising warriors. You’d never planned on having kids, but that had been when your only options for a husband had been men from the village. You don’t think you’d mind if you had kids, as long as they were half of Din.

Paz says something to Din, but you’re distracted by Jeye pulling you into another hug. “Welcome, Sarad’ika,” she whispers. “You’re aliit, now.” You smile, squeezing one last time before you release her. The two of them leave rather abruptly, and you realize as you watch them leave, that you’re alone in the bedroom with Din. With your husband.

You’re about to turn to Din–although you have no idea what to say–when you hear a soft hissing sound. There’s a small click, like a latch coming undone, and then you hear the unmistakable sound of beskar being set on the wooden table. Immediately, you clench your eyes shut, panic filling you.

“Din!” You hiss, keeping your back turned to him. “What are you doing?” 

There’s a heavy pause, and then a hand lands on your shoulder, spinning you around gently, although you keep your eyes clenched shut. “Sarad’ika?” Din sounds confused, and you wanted to smack him. “What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Your voice gets a little louder with each panicked word. “Din, I’m not allowed to see your face!”

Your breath comes in pants, worry coursing through you. You’re so focused on not opening your eyes that you’re startled when Din pulls you into his arms, and you feel his lips press against your forehead. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just holds you close, and you can’t help but relax slightly.

“Sarad’ika, ner riduur, my wife,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. “Sweet girl, you are the only one allowed so see my face. Did Jeye not tell you so?” 

You shake your head slowly, but keep your eyes closed, half-afraid that this is a dream. “Din, are–are you sure? Because once you do this, you can’t go back, and I don’t want you to regret it, I don’t want you to resent–”

Din gently covers your mouth with his hand, halting your protests. “I could never resent you,” he murmured, his lips still pressed against your forehead. “You’ve brought me more joy and happiness that I ever thought I could experience in one lifetime. If there is one person I want to see my face, it’s you, Sarad’ika.” 

You’re still hesitant, but as Din squeezes your waist, you slowly open your eyes. You’re staring at his chest, and you bite your lip, still afraid to look up. Din gently grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, slowly tilting your head up until you’re finally looking at his face. 

Despite your previous hesitance, your eyes greedily roam over Din’s face as soon as they land on him. You’re almost… surprised by how gorgeous he is. His hair and his eyes are dark. And somehow, it’s exactly how you pictured. There’s scruff on his cheeks, and you run the tips of your fingers over the hair, marvelling at how it feels. You cup Din’s cheek and finally meet his eyes, grinning shyly as he smiles at you. You slowly brush the fingers of your other hand over his lips, still stretched into a grin. The grin fades, and his eyes seem to darken. 

He tilts your face up just slightly, a whisper passing between his lips and brushing against your fingers. “May I?” Your agreement barely rests in the air before Din is pressing his lips against yours. 

You’d overheard some of the girls in the village talk about how it felt to have a first kiss, how it felt when their lips first touched, the ‘sparks’ that flew. You’d always dismissed them and their ramblings, in part because you’d never been even remotely attracted to any of the men in your village. You’d always thought that if you ended up with a husband, it would be a practical match, not a romantic one, and you’d grown resigned to the fact that you weren’t likely to ever experience the ‘sparks’ the other girls always raved about.

You weren’t upset to be proven wrong.

Din’s lips were soft, though somewhat chapped, but it hardly mattered. He pressed his lips gently against yours at first, waiting for you to respond before moving any further. When you cautiously moved your lips against his, a silent approval, he immediately deepens the kiss. 

His fingers left your chin to cradle the side of your face, angling your head as his lips slotted against yours. The kiss wasn’t rushed or hurried, but you felt your heart beginning to race all the same. His other arm was firm around your waist, and you weren’t sure you could escape, though you didn’t want to. 

You slowly moved your hands from his cheeks to his hair, running your fingers through the dark strands. His hair had been messy to begin with, from being in a helmet all day, but you were sure it looked even worse now as you gripped the strands tightly. 

He groaned, the sound reverberating through his chest, and you grinned victoriously against his lips. In retaliation, Din dipped you slightly, his lips never leaving yours, forcing you to grasp at his shoulders for balance. 

He kissed you until you were breathless, and it was only once you thought you might pass out from lack of air that you pulled away. Din didn’t let you go far though, resting his bare forehead against yours. 

“Sarad’ika, you have to tell me to stop.”

His breath brushed against your spit-slicked lips, cooling the skin that had heated from the arduous kiss. You felt a sense of pride that Din was just as breathless as you, although his words confused you.

“Why would I want you to stop, Din?”

Another groan left his lips at your words, and he couldn’t resist pressing a quick kiss against your lips. “Because, mesh’la,” he said. “I don’t want to push you. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything you don’t want.” 

You laughed, still somewhat breathless. Stupid, clueless, noble Mandalorian. “Din, are we not married?” You waited for him to nod before continuing. “Even though I may not have ever expected that I would marry, that does not mean that I am unaware of what usually takes place between married couples.” Once more, you waited for Din to acknowledge your words. 

“I desire more than just the appearance of marriage, Din Djarin. I am giving you permission. I am now your wife, in mind, soul, and body. I want this. I want you.”

[settersloveletters]

• chibi-chan

⤷ y/n gets a surprise from her boyfriend kuroo, who loves to call her chibi-chan

this is a full on crackfic and troll oneshot - kae

➳ pairing: boyfriend!kuroo x girlfriend!reader

➳ scenario: humour, crackfic, fluff??, smut

➳ warnings: there’s a p*nis

The moon rises as the night falls upon you, laying in your bed with the soft pillows and plushies surrounding you. Hugging your pillows closer to your body, you can’t help but think about him. Kuroo. His muscles, his smirk and his dumb fucking laugh. Wow, he’s actually a gremlin. But you love him regardless. Hm, I should call him. Right on time, your phone begins ringing, chiming the tune, seemingly telling you that he’s calling.

“Chibi-chan?” his gruff voice greets you, making your chest beat just a little faster. That cursed nickname has stuck with you two, reminding you of his provocative and teasing nature.

“Yes, Kuroo? It’s late, is everything okay?”

“Of course, everything is okay. I just wanted to hear your voice, Chibi-chan,” he lets out a soft chuckle that makes you shiver, your imagination running wild.

“Well, here I am. What should we talk ab-”

“Can I come over?” he interrupts you and asks. The sudden request has you awestruck.

It was late into the night, your family had long fallen into their dreams and deep slumber. Here you were left to quietly tiptoe around the house, waiting for him to arrive. The adrenaline has you antsy from head to toe, the idea that you willingly accepted his request knowing full well you shouldn’t have. This forbidden encounter has you patiently waiting by the front door, listening for the sound of his car door shutting and his footsteps leading towards the entrance.

“I’m here Chibi-chan,” he whispers from behind the door. You unlock it and turn the nob, greeting you is the sly bed-headed freak, who smirks down at you. Before you know it, he has you slung over his shoulder, walking towards your room.

“K-Kuroo,” you fumble over your words, squirming against the hold he has on you.

“Chibi-chan, if you’re too loud, you’ll wake up your family,” opening your door, he tosses you (gently) onto the bed, leaving you breathless and in wait for him. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch Kuroo, who watches you with the same intent. Biting the edge of his jacket collar, he pulls the zipper down, peeling away the fabric from his body to reveal the fitted black t-shirt he wears underneath.

“You’re drooling, Chibi-chan,” his chide comments makes you blush.

“S-sorry, you’re just really hot. Like a sex god,” you almost throwup at the lie you just told. He isn’t a sex god.

“Well Chibi-chan,” he leans onto the bed, the mattress dipping at the press of his knees. He cages you, with his arms and legs on either side of you. Laying there, you look into his hazel eyes, admiring how they look back at you with overwhelming lust. “You know why I’m here Chibi-chan,” he says with a dark chuckle.

Your face begins to heat up at the closeness and the feeling of his…

“Are you ready for me Chibi-chan?” At that moment, Kuroo pulls down the waistband of his pants, revealing his clad boxers underneath. There’s a large imprint of his cock peaks through. It’s a good 10 inches, you think. 11? All you know is that it’s big, thick, juicy, fat-

“Chibi-chan?” you’re snapped out of your trance by his voice calling you back to earth. “You didn’t answer my question Chibi-chan,” he grabs the sides of your face with one hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes and not at his dick.

“Sorry, I was just… Yes, I’m ready Kuroo,” you respond.

“Ready for what Chibi-chan?”

“I’m ready to see your penis.”

You two begin to undress, making sure you’re quiet enough so no one hears you. You watch him, only in boxers, looking at you just as hard as his cock. Pulling down the waistband and revealing his enormous penis. Wow. Definitely 11 inches.

“Do you like what you see Chibi-chan?” he smirks down at you while his cock lays in his palm, giving an experimental tug.

“I like it very much. It is very big, and is making me very super horny.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Chibi-chan.”

Kuroo sensually rubs your intimates, preparing you for what he’s about to do. He needs to make sure he isn’t going to break his little precious Chibi-chan.

And then, he puts his dick inside you. With the condom on of course, can’t be having little gremlins running around here.

“Chibi-chan, you feel nice. Chibi-chan, Chibi-chan, Chibi-chan,” saying your name like it’s a mantra, he fucks you. His strong thighs support his weight as he pounds into you, almost breaking your legs. His big cock does not discriminate. But you, Chibi-chan, are special to Kuroo. You’re left breathless from his thrusts. The peepee is too big.

“Chibi-chan, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“DADDY!” you exclaim?

“Chibi-chan,” he groans into your ear as he climaxes.

Coming down from the hot fucking, you pant in your bed as Kuroo lays beside you.

“Hopefully your family didn’t hear us Chibi-chan..” he rubs your skin, soothing you, and lifts the blanket to cover your body up. You’re still quivering from getting your back blown.

“Yeah, I don’t think they-” you’re interrupted as your brother barges into the room.

“KENMA!” you retaliate at the sudden intrusion. He stands there, looking extremely disturbed.

“Get the fuck out of my house Kuroo.”