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jasmineoolongtea · 5 months ago

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― test drive ⭑.ᐟ

― the ways in which they drive you (crazy) ⋆⭒˚.⋆

contents: gojo x gn!reader, geto x gn!reader, nanami x gn!reader, choso x gn!reader, toji x gn!reader, megumi x gn!reader, yuuta x gn!reader, yuji x gn!reader, the term passenger princess is used but is not gender specific, nicknames (baby, darling, my dear, love, doll), kissing, fluff, slight crack for some, jjk men and their driving habits (stay safe on the road guys jhdshdj) a/n: title is based on test drive by ariana grande and i wrote this to celebrate me getting my driver's license so yipeeee !!! this is much longer than i was expecting it to be (especially for a headcannon/drabble) so sorry for the delay on my behalf, as always, reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciate and much love from me to you all <33

gojo satoru fights with you over who gets to be passenger princess loves to take you out for spontaneous drives whenever and wherever that you begin to question if this might be a secret addiction or guilty pleasure of his.

(his real secret addiction is just you but it doesn't take a detective to figure that out)

"hop in!" he shouts as he arrives at your front door in a shiny white convertible. it seems that he's decided to whip out an old classic of his, though you can't deny that he keeps you on your toes whenever he pulls up in a new or different ride seemingly every time he picks you up.

you wonder to yourself what he does with all his other cars in that massive collection of his.

"we're going on a trip to the beach you've been telling me about for weeks and plus, i already booked a hotel suite for us." he announces eagerly and though his eyes are currently covered by a pair of black sunglasses, you know that they're practically glimmering with palpable excitement. he opens his hand towards you as his way of beckoning you to come along with him.

you take his hand and he pulls you towards his side to the point where you're almost resting atop his door before he presses his lips against your intertwined hands in a lingering kiss.

"toru, is this a cry for help? are you on the run from something?" you joke, a look of mild amusement on your features, and he rolls his eyes light-heartedly at you.

"please, baby?" he slides up his sunglasses so that they're perched up on his snowy white locks and looks up at you with those big puppy-dog eyes that you know you could never ever say no to no matter how ridiculous the request was.

you silently think over his proposition for a moment.

looking up to the sky, you notice that today is a particularly sunny day and despite the sun being smack dab in the middle of the sky, it also wasn't boiling hot on account of the light breeze which made this a special type of sunny day that was a once in while occurrence for summertime. to be fair, it had also been a while since you and satoru went out anywhere together on account of your clashing schedules so it wasn't necessarily the worst thing to be spending some time off with him.

(you also wouldn't mind the sight of him shirtless on the beach but that was a different conversation to be had)

you look back at him and after careful consideration on your behalf, decide to indulge in this whim of his.

"okay, fine but did you-"

"yep, i already made all the arrangements so it's all cleared up for the two of us." he cuts you off smoothly with a cheeky wink.

"i don't want you stressing about anything in that head of yours, alright?" as if to punctuate his point, satoru lightly taps on your forehead which earns him a small smile and a soft shove to the shoulder from you.

you quickly head in to grab some stuff from your place before returning outside and jumping into the passenger seat. he leaps out of his seat and over the hood of the car to open the door for you before you can even reach for the handle and you sink in comfortably into the expanses of the plush leather seat beneath you.

"you better make this worth it, mister." you remark playfully at him. he returns the smile on your face with one of his own as he leans over to place a deep kiss against your lips, taking his time to savour the taste of you on his tongue.

"trust me, baby. i'll make it worth your while."

geto suguru always makes you his designated passenger princess when driving. no matter what vehicle it is, be it a car, motorcycle, or even a bicycle (you're still not sure how he managed to do that), suguru has seemingly decided that the title of passenger princess belongs to you and only you.

he takes this so seriously that he even goes so far as to specifically reserve the front seat for you in any vehicle he's driving in and makes sure that you're the only one who can sit there. just ask satoru, who unfortunately had to learn that the hard way when he tried to call shotgun one time on a road trip and was chased off by suguru who went to the extent of blocking the door to the front seat until you arrived which he graciously opened the door for you whilst also sending satoru a warning stare.

now, this isn't because he doesn't trust your skills, he does wholeheartedly and would gladly put his life in your hands. it's just that he thinks that you deserve to relax and that you deserve the princess treatment at all times (his words, not yours).

of course, if you do want to drive, he'll let you but he always insists on helping you out in any way that he can even if it is the smallest things like clipping on your seatbelt for you before surprising you with a fleeting kiss against your cheeks, though the sensation is gone before you know it and you're left wondering if it really just happened.

he always does it in a way that's so subtle that by the time you notice, it's already too late and he just smiles at you with an oh-so-innocent look on his face that makes it impossible to even accuse him of any wrongdoing, although this wasn't really a wrongdoing in most senses of the word per se.

though, it seems that this time, you're able to catch him red-handed in the act.

as the car pulls into the parking spot, you make a move to reach for the handle to open the door on your side when suddenly, it seems that someone has apparently beaten you to the punch.

you pause for a moment as your brain attempts to catch up with what has apparently just transpired.

"sugu, wasn't my hand on there?" you ask, quickly flicking your eyes back and forth from where you were sure where your hand used to be and where suguru's hand was now residing.

"hmm?" he raises a curious eyebrow in your direction, as if completely oblivious to his own actions. "oh, i'm not sure what you're talking about, darling." he remarks, brushing off your concern in a nonchalant manner as he leans over to unbuckle your seatbelt for you.

"suguru." you chide, there's a warning edge to your words as you cross your arms at him. thinking about it now, you're definitely sure that it was suguru who moved your hand out of the way just so he could open it for you.

it's not that you were necessarily mad about him doing this, quite the opposite in fact as you can't deny the way he makes your heart flutter whenever he goes out of his way to treat you like royalty, but rather, you're more interested in finally being able to get a confession from the ever elusive geto suguru.

he stops for a second, as if to weigh up the options in his mind, before a small sigh escapes his lips as he reaches over to gently caress your cheek. "i'm just saying that why do you need to do something so small when i'm here to do it for you."

maybe it's the way you seemingly become putty in his hands or the velvety cadence of his voice that you're pretty sure could convince people to walk into a wall without them even realising or perhaps it's just him, but you find yourself hard-pressed to try and come up with any sort of rebuttal on your end so you settle for a silently 'humph' of defeat.

a soft chuckle escapes him at your response. he presses his lips against your temple before tilting his head ever so slightly sideways so he can get a better look at you. "if you really don't like it, i'll stop. but, if you don't mind, then just let me treat you, alright darling?"

nanami kento might just be the best (and most distracting) driving teacher you could ever ask for.

it wasn't that you didn't know how to drive, you did, but rather, you wanted to get better at it because you always felt a slight pang of guilt whenever you noticed how he would occasionally try to fight off a small yawn when you're in the car with him. you know how much his job drains him already so you're honestly just worried that he might be overexerting himself when he should be trying to take the time to catch up on some much-needed rest instead.

when you originally approached him with this idea, he tried to reassure you that there was nothing to worry about and that he was fine.

"really, my dear, it's no trouble. you know i enjoy driving you around." he insists, an arm curling up around your figure as you nestle into his embrace one friday evening on your living room couch.

"that's not the point, kento." you pout slightly as you gaze up at him from your position. you gently run your finger underneath his eyes as you take in just how dark his eyebags appear to be. "just think of it as me wanting to help lighten some of your burdens when you're tired, that's all."

he rests his chin upon the crown of your head, silently mulling over your request for a moment in his head before agreeing. "alright then, but don't think i'll go easy on you, dear."

you giggle softly at his answer, brushing off his words as a joke before you lean in for a kiss.

you should have really paid attention then.

true to his words, it seems that kento was really making true to his promise as you have never met someone this meticulous and so dedicated to all the small details when it came to driving in general. hell, this might even be more difficult than when you first took your driving lessons to get your license.

it also doesn't really help that he might be one of the most distracting teachers you've ever had as well as you've never had to fight this hard to focus until now when he's reaching over to smoothen out any wrinkles that might have appeared on your clothes because of your seat belt and brushing his hands against yours when you reach for the gear shift.

"you have to pay attention, my dear." he reminds you as he delicately tilts your face so that you're facing forward at the road instead of stealing glances at him. "eyes on the road, not me."

a shaky breath leaves your lips as you try to concentrate on driving, just like he says, but you're beginning to wonder if this is a test of your strength as a person instead when his large hands envelop yours as he helps readjust your hands to the correct position on the steering wheel.

at least when you do something well, you're rewarded with a kiss from him so he definitely understands how to incentivise you even more which is a strong strategy in your books that has no complaints.

when you decide to surprise him one day by picking him up from work, the look on his face is absolutely priceless when you roll down the window and he realises that it's you. once inside the car, he laces his fingers with yours as he brings your hand up to his lip for a soft kiss.

"you've passed with flying colours." he congratulates you, a smile playing on his lips as he gazes at you with utter adoration in his eyes.

although, there will forever be a part of you that misses being able to experience teacher nanami kento. maybe you can convince him to teach you something else.

kamo choso needs to have his hand on you at all times and this extends to driving as well.

it was like a mental checklist that he would run through every time the two of you got into the car, no matter who was driving. doors locked? check. nothing blocking the car? check. all mirrors are angled correctly? check. his hand on you? he gives your hand a cursory glance and quickly intertwines his fingers with yours before he squeezes it softly, soaking in the feeling of your hand enveloped in his. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he checks off another box in his head.

if it was up to him, you two would just stay home all the time so he could remain glued to you forever but unfortunately for him, it seems that the world doesn't agree with his fantasies.

you never really questioned this habit of his, rather just writing it off as another one of his adorable quirks that you were privy to as his significant other, much like how he likes to trail behind you like a lost puppy whenever you walk anywhere together or how he insists that you should wear his hoodies since they're much better at helping you stay warm even though you both bought hoodies at the same store. small things, like that you know?

however, one day, it seems that your curiosity has seemingly gotten the best of you as you decide to pull off a harmless prank on him to just see what would happen if there were to be a snag in this routine of his.

when the two of you get into the car that day, choso runs through his usual checklist before starting the car and when he gets to the specific step involving you, you evade his attempts to hold your hand. the moment his hand is met with the cold emptiness of air instead of the warmth of yours, he freezes up for a second as his mind tries to comprehend what just happened.

"did i do something?" there's an immediate switch in his demeanour as he almost visibly shrinks and shrivels up in his seat like a cartoon flower that has been deprived of water and sunlight. his voice is delicately soft, as if scared to break this newfound silence between the two of you with one wrong move on his behalf, with a small pout on his lips that reminds you of a kicked puppy.

with one look at his face, you can feel your resolve start to waver and you're extremely tempted to throw your little prank out of the window to go and comfort him and reassure him that he's done nothing wrong but you steel yourself in an attempt to hold your ground.

"you didn't do anything, cho." you reply plainly, trying to keep your voice as relaxed as possible to avoid giving anything away.

you're pretty sure his pout gets even poutier, which you weren't sure could even possibly happen, at your response as he asks again in a thinly veiled plea. "then why won't you let me hold your hand when i drive?"

"well, why do you want to do it in the first place."

"because it's my good luck charm." without even missing a beat, he replies in a tone so matter of fact, you can hardly find any good reason to protest.

"that's all?" you probe, curiosity eagerly egging you on.

"well, i also like being reminded that you're right to me."

"you could just look at me, cho." you giggle softly. he shakes his head at you.

"yeah, but it's not the same as holding you. i like feeling you in my hands. so, can i have your permission to hold your hand?" he reaches his hand out towards you earnestly as he anxiously awaits your response.

you lean over to give him a quick peck on the lips before breaking into a small smile, seemingly satisfied with his heartfelt words, as you take the initiative to entwine your fingers with his. this earns you a soft grin and blush from choso who eagerly peppers your face with kisses with barely-contained joy and relief from being able to hold you again.

after this, you sometimes decide to surprise choso by making the first move to reach for him instead of vice versa and his heart always skips a beat as he tries and fails to fight off a smile whenever you do.

fushiguro toji scares you slightly with the way that he drives. hear me out, that's not to say that he isn't good, he's a great driver truth be told (but you would never say that to his face because you could just imagine the smirk on his face if you did), but he does

to be fair, toji is far from being a novice driver so it makes sense that he's comfortable enough in his abilities to be able to pull off such risky manoeuvres in your eyes but you can't help how your heart skips a beat or two when he starts pulling moves straight from movies like fast & furious.

whenever you lightly chide him for making such moves like how he effortlessly weaves his way around tight corners and such, he always brushes off your concerns with ease.

"doll, do you think that i'd ever risk doing anything stupid when i have precious cargo in here hmm?" he quips back at you with a raised eyebrow and one corner of his lips slightly upturned in that classic crooked smirk of his that makes your heart flutter in more ways than one.

you think for a second about how you want to wipe off that grin with a kiss, to give him a taste of his own teasing, but then you're reminded that you don't wanna give him this victory so you turn off to the side with a small huff leaving your lips. he chuckles to himself under his breath at your antics before leaning over to your side of the car.

"no comment, doll?" he teases. you don't take the bait but you can feel your cheeks rising with heat with how close he is to you to the point you can feel his breath against your neck.

after seeing that you're not budging, toji leans back into his seat though not before intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing the back of your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. he lets go of your hand shortly after and reassuringly squeezes your thigh with his calloused hand.

"have some more faith in me, would 'ya?" he hums and you expect him to let go of you when he starts to drive again, but he doesn't and his grip on you remains there for the entire ride and the next ride after and so forth to the point where it becomes an unspoken habit for him to do so.

he does take a bit more caution when driving now, which he can tell is much to your relief when he notices that you seemingly have much more free time to try and tease him when he's driving for your own amusement.

but after all, old habits die hard and sometimes, they slip through every now and then like when he suddenly pulls off a rapid turn but this time, you can't deny the adrenaline rush that comes along with it.

fushiguro megumi has the most infuriating driving habits in the way that they're also the most attractive driving habits you've ever seen someone have.

you might be biased on account that he's your boyfriend but put anyone in your shoes and in that close proximity to him when he leans over the console to check your seatbelt for you and brushes against you or how he never fails to catch your eyes when adjusting the rear-view mirror and you're sure that they would have the same reaction as you which would be a blushing mess.

ironically, he also drives you up a wall with how oblivious he's acting to the effect it has on you. it has to be an act right? you think to yourself. there's no way that he can be so oblivious to the fact that whenever he looks at you, your face is always flushed red and you're sure that he can't truthfully buy your weak attempts at brushing off his concerns as you stutter an excuse out.

probably one of his worst offences in your book was when he would roll up his sleeve before putting his arm behind your seat to get a better view while reversing. you couldn't even try to logically come up with an explanation for why he does this since no way having his sleeves rolled up affects his ability to do this in any way, shape or form. plus, his car has a rearview camera on the dash monitor so he doesn't even need to look back like this!

well, there's a part of you that knows that you shouldn't probably complain that much since it gives you a good excuse to stare unabashedly at the way his lean muscles flex slightly with each move he makes. but still, the point remains that you have to try and pretend like you're perfectly fine despite

this has to be some form of torture right? you think to yourself, being able to only stare and not do anything else because he's busy driving and you don't want to distract him but yet you're being constantly subjected to stuff like this. you try and fight the growing red blush that seeks to consume your face as you continue to test the limits of your own resolve.

it seems that you're far too lost in your own head and have completely zoned out when suddenly, a voice interrupts your train of thought. "are you looking at my arms?"

at megumi's question, you're instantly brought back into reality as you realise that you had zoned out whilst blatantly staring at his exposed arms and therefore was just caught red handed in the act of shamelessly ogling.

you can feel a strong sense of embarrassment starting to set in as your mind runs through hundreds of different possible responses to his question that range from outright denial to a full-on detailed rant on the way some of his driving habits make you feel before you finally decide to settle on a simple "yes."

a beat of silence passes between the two of you before megumi awkwardly attempts to clear his throat as he brings a hand up to run through his hair.

"o-oh, okay." he stutters out as he tries to turn his attention back to the wheel.

neither of you speak any more on the topic for the rest of the journey though, there seems to be a shift in megumi as he seemingly becomes much more observant towards the apparent effect he has on you when he drives and although you can't confirm it, it also seems that now his actions are much more intentional instead of accidental as he'll purposefully linger on you now rather as if to draw out your reaction rather than pull away normally like before.

you're also sure that there's a ghost of smile on his lips when you do get flustered because of him.

however, he can't hide the fact that the tips of his ears burn bright red whenever he catches you staring now.

okkotsu yuuta loves to shower you with all the love and attention he can offer you at all times. if this was a job, he would be the employee of the month every single month and he would never fail to clock in for his shift. it's not his fault if he gets so distracted by this that he forgets that he also has to do other things as well.

this is probably also why yuuta isn't a very good multitasker when you're next to him.

as much as you love it and him, you had to strike a compromise with him that he could hold it in until you were at a red light in order to make sure that one, his attention would stay on the road and not you, and two, you two would stop getting honked at or angrily stared at by the other drivers on the road who were unfortunate enough to be in the same lane.

whenever the light does turn green and he has to return his attention back to driving, he always pulls away with the most regretful look on his face and you can't help but picture him as a little sad puppy whenever he looks at you with those large, seemingly bottomless eyes that threaten to pull you in whenever you stare at them too long.

you're currently stopped at a red light, a surprisingly long one at that, and it seems that yuuta is fully taking advantage of this opportunity by reaching over the console and capturing your lips in his with such vigour you might think he's been deprived of your touch for the last century (not that you're complaining, of course)

you hear the beeping of the traffic light coming in from your right side, informing you that the light is going to change soon and you break apart for a breath of air to quickly inform him. "yuu, the light's gonna turn green soon."

"just a few more seconds, love." he murmurs against your lips. he has his fingers hooked around your chin as if to hold you in place so he can savour the taste of your just a bit longer. it's clear that he has no intentions to pull away with how his other hand is slowly snaking its way around your waist.

"yuu," you huff out as your eyes flick to the rear window, taking stock of the seemingly endless line of cars waiting behind yours. "i'm pretty sure the car behind us is honking at us to go."

almost as if right on cue, there's the loud screech of a car horn from behind you which goes on for what is probably longer than necessary but yuuta gets the message as he quickly scrambles back into his seat with a small yelp of surprise escaping from his lips and the car jumps back to life as he presses down on the accelerator.

he offers you a sheepish look and you roll your eyes light-heartedly before leaning over to his side to place a chaste kiss against his cheek. the tips of his ears burn bright red the moment your lips grace his skin and he almost visibly deflates when the sensation proves to be a fleeting one.

you can almost see the cogs turning in his mind as he scans the road ahead for any traffic lights or intersections and you know that he's already hoping that they turn red as soon as he gets closer to them. he squeezes your hand twice before returning to the steering wheel and you can't help but smile to yourself at him.

at least you have something to look forward to at red lights now.

itadori yuji makes it his personal job to make every drive with him the most fun drive you could ever have.

originally, it started out with him trying to find a way to make driving more enjoyable for you when you were practising for your driver's test since he knew how much it stressed you out and it hurt his heart to see you so panicked.

if it was up to him, he wouldn't mind being your personal driver 24/7 but he also knew that this was a really big milestone for you and you were insistent on learning this life skill and so it became his life mission to make driving enjoyable for you in any way, shape or form that he can.

of course, with any new thing, there was a slight learning curve for yuji, especially since he was going from what he was used to with his role as the driver to a passenger, but soon enough he became an expert in this to the point where it was almost like he was a mind reader with how well he could anticipate your wants and needs.

carpool karaoke? he's already got a playlist loaded up with all your favourite hits on there. feeling peckish? yuji has a stash of snacks that he knows you love ready in the trunk and is always willing to hop out at a local gas station and go on a late-night shopping spree with you. a bit tired? he's got a pillow and blanket with your name on it in the back seat and he's ready to take over from you at any second.

even when you're not driving, he still tries his best to take care of you whilst also paying attention to the road and although sometimes the balance is a bit more towards you, you don't mind jumping in to help a bit here and there.

when you do try and thank him for his efforts, he always brushes it off with ease as he insists that he's only fulfilling his duties as your boyfriend and that he doesn't need any thanks for doing something as simple as this.

whatever you need, yuji's prepared and ready to help you out in any way that he can and all he could ever ask for in return is to see that smile that he loves so much on your face.

after each drive with him, you always remember to pepper his face with kisses before leaning in for a peck against his lips, which inevitably turns into something much longer as he chases after the fleeting feeling of your lips on his, as your own way of thanking him.

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fearfulachilles · 11 months ago

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8. gossip & uncertainty.

chapter eight to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: you finish the week learning you'll be scribing for the mysterious dr. geto and hearing new gossip regarding kento. meanwhile, kento finished the week with being handed an offer he never thought he'd hear.

The clinic portion of the hospital is only open on weekdays, but Satoru had mentioned he’d like to open it for seven days a week in the future. You hope you’re off in med school when the time comes.

You work with Dr. Gojo again before the week ends. You’re fascinated by neurosurgery and he notices it. He tells you about his favorite surgical case during his fellowship here at Jujutsu Hospital and how he developed his own technique that helps reduce risk during brain surgery by 85%.

“That’s amazing.” You say, starstruck.

Satoru doesn't feel like a boss at times, he's easy to talk to. You ask when was the last time he had to use his technique and he says a year ago, around the time he last performed surgery.

There’s gossip of Satoru’s lack of surgery hours that you’ve heard…well, Nobara heard and told you. Some rumors say it’s because of malpractice and others say it’s because he’s been banned from the operating room by the chief of surgery. Satoru doesn’t hide the fact that he hasn’t been in the operating room in sometime, but he usually brushes it off it with a joke and never explains further.

You bite your lip and take a chance. “Can I ask why it's been so long?”

“You’re kidding, right? I have my hands full with this clinic. Surgery will be there when I’m done.” He answers, then changes the topic quickly after.

That's when Satoru shares information regarding your schedule next week. You’ll be scribing for Dr. Geto.

“He's filling in for me, just for a day. I’ve got some bullshit meeting to go to.” The young doctor explains, rolling his eyes.

When Satoru stopped performing surgery, Dr. Geto took over all his surgical cases, causing his surgery schedule to double. Because of that, Dr. Geto doesn’t have time to be in clinic, other than when Satoru absolutely needs him to be there.

It’ll be an exciting start to your week.

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You decided to Google Dr. Geto once you got home. You don’t know much of the physician, not even what he looks like. When pictures of him show up, you were taken back by how pretty Suguru Geto was. Was every doctor in that hospital good looking?

Then something catches your eye.

“Have you guys ever read this article? 'Dr. Satoru Gojo renounces titleship to famous Gojo technique.'” You read aloud to your roommates. “He gave credit to... Suguru Geto? It’s called the Geto technique now.”

“Weird. I wonder why he'd do that.” Yuji commented.

“Maybe he stole it from Dr. Geto and finally got caught.” Nobara speculated. She always loved a scandal or drama that didn't involve her personally. You couldn't blame her, you did too.

“I heard they're close friends, I doubt that happened.” Megumi chimed in.

From your reading you learn that Suguru is also a gift to medicine, similar to Satoru. He was a couple years older and accomplished many things in med school, alongside Satoru, and during his fellowship in a Kyoto hospital.

Nobara decides to bring up some more gossip she's heard, her voice filled with juicy intention of trapping you into the topic. “I heard that Dr. Nanami was left on his wedding day.”

You take the bait.

“He what?” You whip your head around from your phone screen to look at her.

Nobara nods. “Yup. He was getting married to some pharmaceutical rep, but she never showed.”

“That's probably why he looks so grumpy all the time.” Yuji says.

“Where did you hear that from?” You ask intrigued.

“Maki told me. She's the cute nurse I told you about. She used to work there, then she quit, but Dr. Gojo hired her again.” Nobara explains. She met Maki Zenin when she got lost on her way to the cafeteria in the hospital on the very first day. Since then, the two had been texting.

You've never bothered to learn the dating history of your past flings, but this was different. Being engagement and left at the alter are serious. You think, is he using me as a rebound?

You shake off the thought because you're not supposed to care, but you still feel something tugging deep within you. You ignore it.

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It had been the slowest week of Kento’s career, mentally. He had back to back surgeries scheduled and he stayed at the hospital until the early morning hours, busy with operative notes, but it had felt long and nearly tedious because you were on his mind.

The week is over and he arrives home tired. He drags himself to his kitchen and looks through his fridge. Kento feels the motivation to cook real food for the first time in a long, long time. He used to cook all the time, having a passion for it and always experimenting with new recipes.

He lost that side of him long ago, the side of him that looked forward to the things in his life and enjoyed them, as if he outgrew happiness. He thought he would never find it again. It had strained his relationship deep enough to be left stranded at an alter he never wanted to be at.

Then he met you, he talked to you, kissed you, and touched you. He saw the vibrant color of your hair, eyes, and body. He tasted your lips and felt your skin on his. It felt like he had been holding his breath for years, waiting for something to come along. Then, you came along. He made you laugh in that bar and thought this is how it feels to breathe again.

His microwavable dinners from the frozen aisle and instant coffee weren't enough to get him by anymore. He missed the spices of his home cooked meals and the richness of his favorite coffee beans. His days weren't dull anymore. He appreciated the rising sun in the sky on his way to work and the sound of chirping birds outside his bedroom window a little more. Your touch brought his senses back.

In the midst of his thoughts of you, he thinks back to when you mention your mother had Cordis Aneurisma, a slow killing disease of the heart and a medical mystery. The only fact known was that it is genetic, primarily in women, with a 50/50 chance of a mother passing it to her daughter.

Kento never really enjoyed taking chances like that. Though, he took one with you.

He had told you he didn't want anything serious, something he'd never done before. He was raised to be a traditional man, primarily by his grandfather. So, he worked towards a good and stable career with a great salary, and he was going to get married and settle down. After being with you, he knows he doesn't want to go return to that, even if it meant breaking his traditional values he was raised with, all for a chance you'll let him stay around for a little longer. He hopes you do.

He cooks something quick and easy for him before he digs up his old med school textbooks and begins searching for anything on Cordis Aneurisma. Two textbooks turn into five, and when his sixth one doesn't have anymore information than the others, he moves his research on to his laptop.

He doesn't hear the knocking on his front door until it's loud enough to bring him out of his thoughts. When he opens it, it's Asami, his ex-fiancée.

She greets him with a smile, but Kento stares blankly at her, blinking his eyes. He didn't expect her to come by today, but she has made it a habit of showing up unannounced, which usually led to them fucking on his couch.

Asami walks past him and makes herself at home, and he doesn't stop her. She places her handbag on his counter and walks further inside.

“Did you just get home from work?” Asami asks.

Kento looks down at his attire to see that he's still wearing his scrubs. He looks over at a clock in his home and realizes it has already been a few hours since he got home. He lost track of time reading up on the genetic illness.

She moves on, not taking notice of Kento’s cooked dinner. Asami was never good at noticing the small things in him. She peeks at all the opened textbooks and then over to what is on his laptop. “Do you have a patient with Cordis Aneurisma? How sad.”

Kento hadn't spoken a word yet. His face had turned back to the one Asami had known very well now, neutral to everything.

“What are you doing here?” Kento finally asks, speaking his first words to her. He dreaded thinking she was going to finally explain herself to him on why she left that day, something they both had been avoiding to acknowledge.

Asami steps her way over to Kento and places her hands on his broad chest. She's smaller than you, he doesn't like it. “I wanted to talk. I miss you.”

I miss you. She said that last time she was here, in the middle of sex. Kento had thought it was just in the moment of bliss, he had hoped it was.

“And I've been thinking about us…getting back together. I-I think we should try again.” Asami continues, sounding eager and unsure all at once. She's fidgeting with her fingers on his chest.

Her words make Kento run cold. He looks down at her face, uncertain of what to say or think. He spots her engagement ring on her finger, she had recently began putting it on again.

“We don't have to talk right now, I just wanted to tell you in person, but I'd like you to think about it.” Asami smiles with her lips closed and with a sense of uncertainty. She can’t read his face, he hardly gives her any sign of what he was thinking.

Asami removes herself from him and grabs her bag from the counter, knocking off the parking ticket Kento had taken from you. She picks it up to place it back, and reminds him, “oh—don't forget to pay that, Kento.”

She comes back to him, slipping her hand into his larger one and pulling him over to his front door once again as she makes her exit. She meant for this to be a quick visit. “You will think about it, right?”

Kento doesn't say anything in return, he just slowly nods at her words. She nods back, taking a chance and tugging him closer, raising herself on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kisses back for a moment, but all he could think about were your lips.

He didn't like comparing women to each other, but the feeling of you still lingers on him. He could only think about how much he would rather kiss you again instead of her. He abruptly breaks the kiss, pulling away, and it leaves Asami taken back.

Words don't need to be exchanged for what she felt as Kento pulled away from her, so she leaves him to think about her offer alone.

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lady-of-endless · 3 months ago

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My Hero Academia and Jujutsu Kaisen matchup exchange for lovely @kaycode1999 🌹

Author's Note: I'm sorry it took a little longer but I hope you'll enjoy it!

(gifs are not mine, I'm thanking the owners)

From MHA I ship you with...

Taishiro Toyomitsu

- Your ability to get along with most people is the first thing that draws him to you. He's always friendly so of course you'll get along well from the start. Gradually, you two would become amazing friends. Although, in time, he realizes how much you brighten up his day, more than a friend ever could, and he understands what's going on. Oh...He starts thinking more about you...oh no.

- I can imagine that one day, you jumped to help him, and since then, he's been whipped. He's gone. Why? Because you did it so naturally and you were so careful with him.

- He might get worried about your pale complexion at first. The poor guy thinks you have a type of anemia and is panicking, so he starts showing up with snacks, sweets, fruits, veggies, more water, etc.

- With this, you realize how attentive he is to you and your needs. You'll be spoiled as well.

- So you're a sweetheart, you get along with everyone, you're gorgeous too, and you even surprise him with gifts randomly? He's pretty sure he doesn't deserve you.

- His love language is probably words of affirmation, never hesitating to let you know how much he cares for you. He'll also hype you and show you off.

- However, even if he likes to be more vocal when it comes to showing affection, he also loves to ruffle your hair randomly and pick you up from time to time to hear your surprised reaction.

- Loves it when you get feisty. Even if he's the extrovert, when you get like that, he'd just step back and admire you with a wide dopey grin on his face.

- He wishes he could meet your relatives one day but won't pressure you.

- Movie nights are a must. He always lets you pick the movies as long as you let him pick the snacks.

A song he has in mind for you: Adore You - Harry Styles

Runner-up: Keigo Takami - He wonders how could someone be so nice and friendly with everyone. He wants to see what's underneath all that.

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From JJK I ship you with...

Nanami Kento

- From your MBTI, I can tell that you might enjoy deeper conversations and connections with people. That's something he enjoys, too, in moderation. He also likes your introverted nature as he's usually surrounded by extroverts. It's a nice change.

- Nanami might be a little bit overprotective because you're getting along with many. He is cautious of those who might want to benefit from your kindness.

- Grumpy x Sunshine all the way with you two. It's so lovely that Gojo will always tease him about it.

- He secretly enjoys seeing you get assertive with rude people.

- Even if his main love language is quality time, when Nanami goes to his favorite bakery, he always buys something for you, too.

- Is always surprised by your gifts and trinkets. In a good way, of course. He comments about how you're too nice, too kind but accepts everything with a softer expression.

- If you'd be a sorcerer too, he will want to join you on missions. Everyone knows how significant this is since he prefers working alone.

- If you'd be a non-sorcerer, he'll most likely try to keep you away from that life as much as he can without lying to you. It's going to get complicated as you discover more and more because he can't and won't stop you.

- Reading dates are your thing. You two in his apartment, both reading in silence on the couch, legs intertwined, a glass of wine or a cup of tea on the coffee table...It's his heaven.

- He sighs every time he catches himself being distracted by your blue eyes.

A song he has in mind for you: Too Sweet - Hozier

Runner-up: Gojo - You seem so sweet and also so fun. How can he stay away?

Author's Note again: I swear, the fact that they're almost all of them blonde is just a funny accident. But I guess you don't mind. I hope.

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otakween · 8 months ago

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One Pound Gospel - Volume 1

Yay, new series! (This one was next on MAL after 0 Man). Happy to be reading something by another icon (Rumiko Takahashi). I've never heard anyone talk about this one at all, so I don't know what general opinions are nor do I know anything about the plot. Let's go!

Ch. 1

So we got a boxer in love with a nun...I saw a commenter comparing this premise to Nacho Libre and now I can't unsee it.

(I might need to include a rewatch of that movie, for the meme).

Anyways, our leads are Kosaku and Sister Angela. Kosaku seems like a head empty jock who thinks with his heart and stomach. Sister Angela seems like she can whip him into shape (emotionally lol).

Despite having watched most of Ranma 1/2, I don't think I've ever read a Rumiko Takahashi manga? Craziness! This isn't her first work but it's one of the earlier ones from the 1980s, so I'm expecting some newbie scuff (or maybe she was just a legend from the start?)

Christianity in anime/manga isn't that uncommon, but to have it be one of the main focuses is intriguing. I wonder if we'll find out how Kosaku and Angela came to the religion as Japanese people?

I don't care about boxing at all IRL, but I don't mind reading about it and learning the lingo. Maybe I'll gain an appreciation I didn't have before lol.

Didn't like Kosaku forcing a kiss on Angela (her being a nun makes it extra scuzzy). Oh the 80s...

Ch. 2

See? I'm already learning stuff. Apparently boxers aren't supposed to drink water during a fight (just rinse) and they're not supposed to have sex prior to the fight (I already knew about that one, but this reminded me). That second one's more of a superstition though.

I wasn't sure if Sister Angela wearing her habit all the time was realistic, but I googled it and apparently in some cases that is enforced. Also, I've seen nuns in public wearing habits, so I guess it's legit.

Sister Angela getting plastered was kind of funny but her breaking her wine bottle was a bit extreme. She's kinda unhinged in general, she shows up at Kosaku's match and tells him she'll never forgive him if he loses? (Seems toxic but okay)

The strategies Kosaku's coach has him using to make weight are kinda fucked up (borderline disordered). Starving himself, laxatives and sweating the weight off. I'm sure that happens plenty IRL though. Pretty sad that athletes feel the need to put their bodies through that.

Ch. 3

People in Japan...they can't actually down like 5 bowls of ramen right, that's just an anime thing? I eat one bowl and I need to lie down lol.

I look forward to seeing the food in the adaptations of the manga. Particularly in the live action.

The crucifix falling over when Angela prays for Kosaku was a funny gag.

At this point in the story the focus is definitely more on Kosaku's boxing career than on romance. I wonder if it will kind of go back and forth between the two or if the romance will always just be on the sidelines?

Ch. 4

I can't tell if Kosaku has a food addiction or if they're literally starving him. They never show him eating healthy/low calorie food that's approved by his coach so it kind of feels like he's just not allowed to eat at all. Anyone would obsessively seek out food if that's the case! He did mention "diet" earlier, so I'll hope it's not...

If I was let loose in Tokyo I'd struggle with food temptation too lol. So much street food... (Wait, is this set in Tokyo?)

Ch. 5

Kosaku stumbles into a win after throwing up in the ring again. Apparently you're allowed to win by yeeting your opponent outside the ring? Seems wrong, but what do I know

All this starvation-binge stuff is making me a little nauseous. There's gotta be a better way!

Ch. 6

You know how straight dudes in the 1980s dressed in a way that seems gay-coded by today's standards? That's kinda what Kosaku's giving. He's really cute. (Not much of a personality tho)

Takahashi sure likes her repetitive gags doesn't she? A lot of "comedy" anime do this and it's frankly kind of frustrating. I'm not gonna laugh when you do the same joke for the millionth time...

They seriously just should have put him in a heavier weight class sooner, but it feels like I'm missing something here. Why does it matter which weight class you're in and why are some more sought after than others? -shrug-

I also don't get the "4 rounds" vs. "6 rounds" thing. Is it like baseball vs. softball or something? At least Sister Angela is just as clueless as me!

Ch. 7

Okay so apparently you pick your weight class based on your bone structure, I get it I don't really get it

Ch. 8

Okay, I immediately hate Onimaru for begging his pregnant wife to have a son and not a daughter 😒 I hope Kosaku kicks his ass

It almost seems like a conflict of interest to have your friend do your confession, no?

This series is reminding me of Spy x Family. Like you know how in that show Yor's plotline is mostly sidelined compared to Loid's? That's kinda how the Kosaku/Angela balance feels here.

Ch. 9

I really don't know anything about boxing, so I don't know what makes a good or bad fight, but this one seemed really pathetic lol. I'm glad at least Onimaru wasn't a sore loser, he probably needed to be humbled anyways.

The manga seems to be implying that Kosaku is fat which...huh? He doesn't look fat at all? Sure, he eats like a fat person but...I think 1980s "fat" meant something different lol.

IDK why Angela is so set on Kosaku being in the lower weight class. I guess it's good to be disciplined, so she sees that as the morally right thing to do?

So so far this seems like a very low stakes manga. It's leaning more towards the sports genre than the romcom, which isn't really what I expected. Well, after 0-Man I could definitely use an easy-breezy read like this. Onto the next volume!

#one pound gospel #manga

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face-breaker · 1 month ago

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a list of sett's important supporting characters for my own entertainment —

there's a few of them. and yes, of course, most of them have something to do with the pit. but these characters also carry over into his other verses as well, so i'll explain the basics here since i'll more than likely be mentioning them in character at some point.

BINGWEN.

arguably the most important on the list, we have master bingwen. once a fighter in the pit himself, he retired to take up the mantle of a TRAINER — one of his first pupils being a young settrigh, who'd just made his debut in the pits. his keen eye and firm hand made sett into the reigning champ that he is today. he still offers his services to others willing to accept the discipline, but he remains at sett's side even after his student stepped up and took over the pit — becoming a sort of right hand man to the now boss. sett holds a high respect for bingwen, and doesn't deny that he not only shaped him into the fighter that he is, but the man he's become. despite this though, he still calls him four-eyes and a 'stick in the mud'. settrigh also somehow convinced him to try commentating the fights — he's grown to enjoy it.

SMEEK.

the left hand men. yes, there's two of them, and yes, they're identical — admittedly took a while for sett to realize it wasn't just one person he hired. as security, they guard the door and anything else he tells them to. including himself, once every blue moon. they make sure everyone coming in has paid their dues and sort out any issues that may arise during the show. they've proven not only their worth, but their loyalty to the boss on several occasions. smeek is their common name. when it's called, you may get one or the other, or both. but they will always answer.

MEG.

the smooth mixologist, specializing in cold drinks and hot gossip. navori's finest when it comes to working the bar, she can whip up just about anything in the span of a few seconds, thanks to her third arm — which happens to be a tail. and the faster the drinks come, the more loose the customer's lips get. she's learned a little bit about everyone this way. and, if there's ever anything you'd like to know about a certain someone, meg is your girl.

LISE.

she's been the pit's accountant since before settrigh was born. but he never did grow on her. and she's happy to voice her rather strong opinions on him, to his face. but amid ambitious anglers and self-interested schemers, lise has the one quality sett prizes above all: reliability. she's never off, never short, and has never given the boss cause to wonder. this, along with a close friendship with bingwen, has granted lise his backing and a warning to any seeking to stir up trouble: bet against the house, and lose.

#✘ — [ headcanon ]#✘ — [ ᵗᵉᶜʰᶰᶤᵠᵘᵉ...ᶤˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᶤᵍʰᵗʷᵉᶤᵍʰᵗˢ ] → settrigh #i could talk for DAYS about bingwen.#but lise is probably my favorite because she calls sett names and he knows there's nothing he can do but stand there and take it.#speaking of names #sett calls them both smeek because he can't tell 'em apart. and he thought that would be better than calling them the wrong name completely #anyway #there's more but........later.#i need sleep —

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urstruly-ghst · 3 years ago

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Kinda random but could i request the dorm leaders or vide dorm leaders (you choose lol) with a bilingual MC that appears to be polite when speaking in their second lenguage (the one that they use everyday lol), but they always seem to make little comments about EVERYTHING in their first lenguage or straight up insult people to their face in said lenguage and if they're asked they just tell them it's a compliment. They're also very sarcastic and sassy when they speak in their first lenguage.

Idk if it ever happens to you but it happens all the time to me LMAO

note : i am once again sorry for not updating, i feel like i give too little at a time like this. but i really cant, college went woosh 😔🖐️but i get it, being a bilingual is a curse and blessing. im actually learning Japanese alongside my native language, so my sass just increases ✔️

riddle rosehearts

Riddle is well versed with many languages, after all, it gives him room to communicate with others from other countries. He prides himself in that aspect.

When you both got together, as friends, he was well aware of the fact you can speak two languages, as you always slipped in these random phrases or words as tic!

At first thought, he thought how amazingly wonderful your brain could just switch up a language as fast a blink, and he always was intrigued to hear you talk in your language.

Riddle would, to his despair, found out (a little while after a few dates) that all those little snippets of conversation or words from your first language was swears, curses, and vulgar thoughts!

Maybe it was because of your tone in speaking, but sarcasm just never seeped into his mind while listening to you. Or he's just whipped and totally ignores what you just said because he thinks you're pretty... But he advised you to not be too vulgar with your thoughts, who knows what will happen!

leona kingscholar

Even if he was a prince, he didn't do much well (or he did but his conduct was low) in languages. He just didn't bother to learn it out of his belief being a second prince meant less interaction with diplomats.

However, Leona has very well trained ears to know and pick up your habit of slipping into a different tone and words everyone once in a while. He would soon find out you know two languages!

When you two date, you tend to curse out your thoughts around no one but his "sleeping form", and little by little he understands a bit of the overall idea. He can tell that you are cynical as hell, your tone was dripping in sarcasm... Or was it just your tone of speaking?

Leona didn't much care to pester you into the language, but he does pick some words from your ranting and ask what it means. Its purely random words, but its also depending if that particular word was dripping in poison or sarcasm.

Overall, he didn't bother if you just spewed out random phrases that are cynical, it is a good coping mechanism. And he also enjoys the fact how you get worked up and ask for his agreement, only then to realize he doesn't understand a lick of the statement. Cocky as always.

azul ashengrotto

Azul is a master of the tongue, he knows just the right words to fall out, and he is also a great communicator in many languages. So he was very much willing to understand you.

When you two started being friends, Azul noticed the slight shift of tone but just found its different tone for saying something. Or its another weird human slang he has yet to pick up!

The moment you started dating, you revealed to him the meaning of your words and the sentiments you whispered that used to be met with confusing as stares.

He laughed at how cynical the words are whenever you slip up those words! Azul was very much enthralled when you speak up on the lowest breath curses and thoughts!

Azul also may incorporate your language to the contracts in fine print to tease clients into giving in~

kalim al-asim

Kalim was oblivious to your words, he just assumed you spoke lowly in a different tone to not be understood. So he just shrugged it off and continued to be on his merry way!

So he was jolly when you started dating and you did trust Kalim enough, you revealed (it wasn't really a secret, but his "eurika" moment of you just being different was too precious to break). And he deflated but was amazed by your skill!

Kalim was very curious and asked lots of you questions and asked you to teach him the cheesiest sentiments! You obliged and made sure to drop that cynical tone, just for Kalim.

Now, you still have this cynical tone whenever you rant or slip up in your language, but the moment Kalim enters and engages conversation your tone goes to a smitten and happy tone.

Kalim claims he won in life, and you think, no. You both won, you got such a cute boyfriend who brings your mushy self, and he gets a loving s/o with a sharp tongue who just softens up for him.

vil schoenheit

Don't be fooled, he easily knew of your tone change and lingual change the moment you did it next to Vil.

Vil was quick, observant, he easily piece the puzzle of your habits of your being sassy, cynical thoughts, just because he's smart and he can read you well.

When you started dating, Vil had a good chance of speaking your language, all because prior to dating you both had a bond for judging, exchanging knowledge, and being snarky.

Vil, however, also indirectly dropped hints for you to teach him the sweeter words, because wouldn't your bond grow deeper if you whisper words that only you two know?

It's up to you, however, your tongue does slip a little when Vil cares for you, berates you lovingly. The tone might be sarcastic, the words could cut sharp, but Vil can see the love swirling as you smiled at his care.

idia shroud

He first heard it when Ortho was monitoring you and coming up with an error on not understanding this one sentence. Ever since, he grew interested until a friendship formed.

Ortho initiated most of the plan, you two to play the game as Ortho notes you slip up when you are agitated! The first time it slipped up, Idia finally asked and the friendship of the snarky remarks grew!

Idia found out that he could encode the language, if you gave out some words or a dictionary, into Ortho in case you want someone to relate to. You denied and decided to personally teach him

The lessons were tricky because speaking was hard for him, but he does feel a little confident that no one else can understand him if he threw those harsh words in private! Win-win!

He also has this sweet sentiment, that you two will be able to exchange messages that are cryptic to others, but the cheesiest for you two~

malleus draconia

Malleus lived for centuries, yet he has yet to hear that language, mayhaps he did but that memory is now faded deep into his mind.

He can sense your mumblings so quickly, his sensitive ears would pick up the faintest whisper from you. Malleus can tell it was quite harsh but he giggles at such words.

When the courting of your hand started, he inquired you immediately for your language's prowess and understanding, for he wishes to understand you in your natural self.

Not to say he didn't bother to learn while you two were friends, but he reserved it for the more intimate parts of your relationship in the future. Malleus can guarantee it is worth the troublesome wait.

Needless to say, he learns quick, and due to him experiencing multiple lingual shifts, he got a good sense of what pattern you use to speak! Prepare for poetry and prose each day in your native language.

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acidiluc · 3 years ago

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haikyuu boys giving you signals as their sign of love during a game !!

characs: kuroo tetsurou & kageyama tobio <33

note: my brain randomly came up with this idea while reading the manga,, and now i kinda wanna do other characters as well 😩 tell me what you think!

and saeko supremacy! <33

kuroo tetsurou —

"go, go, nekoma! push it, push it, nekoma!" you cheered loudly with the crowd from where you stood as nekoma scored once again. you smiled proudly as you watched the opposing team call for a time out right after the ball was spiked by your ardent boyfriend— kuroo tetsurou.

despite being there to always watch and support tetsurou in his games, you only recently have taken interest in the players' way of knowing their next attacks, which are: hand signals.

and you smiled softly as you remembered randomly bringing the topic up to your boyfriend.

"hey tetsu, can you teach me those... hand signals you convey to your teammates?" you asked, scrunching up your nose as you looked down at your hand, mimicking the hand signals your boyfriend subtly gave his teammates during the match earlier.

you were always curious as to what the hand signals meant, and you figured out that maybe it has something to do with what attack they were going to initiate next during a match.

kuroo looked over at your direction as he was pulling on a new shirt, chuckling at your curiosity before making his way over to you. "well someone's curious." he smirked as he sat on the space in front of you in bed, demonstrating each hand signal he would convey to his teammates and explained each and every one while you listened carefully.

and after that, he made you explain what attacks each hand signals represent while he demonstrated each signal to you.

"—and that is a back attack!" you smiled widely, happy that you got all hand signals right.

"okay, how about this?" he asks, beating his chest lightly twice before pressing two fingers onto your forehead.

"huh?" you looked up at him in confusion, "you didn't show me this." you said, copying his actions. you beat your chest twice lightly and pressed two fingers on his chest. "what is it?" you asked.

"it's an 'i love you', dummy." kuroo teased, leaning forward to steal a kiss from your lips before laughing as he stood up. "now let's get some dinner!"

"wh— hey!"

you were taken back to reality as you heard the referee's whistle and as well as how the crowd started cheering again as yamamoto served. nekoma was at their set point and the battle was a little intense. you could tell everyone in the crowd was on edge, watching closely on what's happening on the court since it was a close game.

thankfully, kenma still had his calm composure despite the pressure and tension in the atmosphere in the court, still managing to make the right choices. he moved and jumped to perfectly set the ball over to kuroo,

and with that one last spike, nekoma won.

everyone cheered loudly, including you— you were basically jumping up and down while squealing with alisa, who came to support her brother's team. this, by far, is one of the best games you've seen your boyfriend has played. the sets, the tension, the pressure— it was intense, and you felt so proud for all of them, especially of your lover, since all of the hard work they put in training is slowly paying off!

you watched as the players shook each other's hands, then the shook the umpires' and referees', and the coaches'. then the crowd started cheering again as the team made their way to where nekoma's supporters were. you smiled and waved your mini banner while cheering with alisa. you locked eyes with kuroo for a moment, watching him bow with the other members before shouting a "thank you for your support!".

and as he stood back up, kuroo looked up and smiled at the sight of you. despite being all sweaty and tired... seeing you there to always support him in his games made him feel as if he can do several more sets of intense games and win every single one of them. just for you and his passion for volleyball.

kuroo looked back to his teammates as they called his name, ready to get off the court. "yeah, hold on a sec!" he called back.

he then quickly looked back up at you, beating his chest twice before pointing two fingers at you with a smirk. after that, he quickly ran over to his teammates, chatting among themselves about their victory.

alisa cooed at the gesture and turned to look at you. you can't help the butterflies flutter in your stomach, and the blush creeping its way up to your face as the people around you glanced at you, seeing how kuroo pointed at you.

"i love you too, you dumbass. i'm proud of you." you muttered and smiled to yourself as you watched the team make their way off the court, while you made a mental note to say it to kuroo's face later on.

kageyama tobio —

you sighed as you stepped in the massive gymnasium before you, looking around as you listened to the roars and drums of the crowd while walking over to the courtside balcony of karasuno's side. "damn, they're wild today." you muttered to yourself.

you looked over to the scoreboard and gasped softly. karasuno was falling behind by 3 points while the opponent was on their match point.

"oi, why are you so late?!" you flinched as someone shouted from behind you. you whipped your head to see saeko, tanaka's older sister, looking at you with an annoyed expression on her face, making chills run down your back.

you chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your neck, "to be honest, i wasn't really planning to come watch at all." you said.

you may or may not have had a fall out with kageyama the day before the match— the argument was no one's fault though, you were both in the wrong. kageyama was clearly exhausted from all the training he had that day and yet you clinged onto him when he wanted to have some time alone. the argument was stupid, really. he was stupid to let hurtful words slip out of his mouth and you were stupid for not understanding him.

and you weren't planning to watch him play at all because you are one prideful person. but you knew that tobio would still want you to watch him play and support him, so... you got over your pride and went to watch anyway.

saeko quickly made her way over to you, hitting your head with her bachi drumstick (drumsticks used for taiko drums!). "ow!" you exclaimed, moving your hand to rub on the spot to ease the pain. "what was that for?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"did you have a fight with tobio or something?!" she asked, hands resting on her hips. "well... kind of. why do you ask?" you said.

saeko forcefully moved your head to make you look where the team was gathered during a timeout, where you saw your boyfriend with an expression he does when he's too deep in his thoughts. "well, your boyfriend is not in his best play today, which is affecting the whole team, by the way. and the girlfriend who was always there to watch his games is not here to watch him either! hmmm, i wonder why?!" she exclaimed into your ear.

"alright! alright! i'm sorry!" you sighed and distanced yourself from saeko before she does anything else to you.

did the argument affect tobio that much?

now you felt guilty. but you'll make up for it. you looked back to where your boyfriend was again and bit on your lip, thinking of ways to catch his attention. you looked around you and picked up an acoustic megaphone (not caring whose it is) and shouted, "kageyama!"

you grunted as he didn't look in your direction. he probably didn't hear you. you looked over to saeko to tell her to make the drums stop for a minute, but you saw her already instructing the drummers to do so.

you smiled widely and averted your attention, "kageyama!" you shouted, much louder than before. the boy perked up and looked over to the crowds, brightening up as he saw you. "you guys can do it!" you yelled, and as if on cue, the drums started beating again.

the boys almost sighed in relief seeing kageyama regain his composure once he saw you, "ah, love." tsukishima commented, making kageyama turn to him with a scowl. "shut up."

"well someone's bitter~" tanaka teased, knowing tsukishima also used to have a crush on you.

"oi! be ready!" daichi said, smacking each boy on his way back to the court as the referee whistled.

you bit on your lip as you watched kageyama walk over to the server's spot with the ball. he looked back up to the crowd again and locked his eyes on you,

he raised the ball with one hand and pointed at you, a growing smirk on his face.

and with this, you already knew the opponent team is about to meet their end. you smirked back and nodded.

kageyama spun the ball in between his hands before crouching to a ready position, pressing his lips against the ball, taking a deep breath.

and once the referee blew the whistle, kageyama threw the ball in the air and jumped, spiking the ball perfectly onto the other side of the court.

a service ace.

the crowd roared loudly with the drums while you smiled widely, "that's my boy!" you cheered before turning to saeko, "did you see that?!" you squealed, and saeko only smirked proudly.

despite having the opponent at their match point— with kageyama's service aces and their infamous 'weirdo attack', karasuno has claimed their victory.

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hiddens-eden · 3 years ago

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The Last Tune (Emmett Cullen x Male!Reader) Pt 1

Paring; Emmett Cullen x Male Reader + Cullen Family x Male Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: Cursing, Abuse, Tramua, Angst

Pronouns; He/Him

Spelling checked; No

Summary; Y/N is a quiet boy that's had his fair share of physical and emotional trauma, so he loves to keep to himself. He barely interacts with anyone unless needed and prefers to listen to music and sketch in peace. So imagine his surprise when some of the most popular kids in school want to be around him! They heard him singing along with his music and were immediately entranced. One of them in particular has his eyes set on him. Though, they are not the only ones who have an interest in Y/N.

A/N; Hello, my little Otaku's! Welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! Just be kind! I'm sorry if it seems at all rushed! On my next stories I do plan on switching PoV's so it'll be easier to write and more entertaining. Enjoy!

"Who are they?"a dark haired girl asked her friend that was sitting just across from their lunch table

"Those are some of the most popular people in school, the Cullen's. Not only are they hot as hell, but they're charming to boot! They do disappear for long periods of time, which gives them an air of mystery."

At the Cullen's table, they softly chuckled at the description the new girl was given. After all, it's only natural considering what they are. They are a being talked about in many fantasy tales. Known for their taste for blood. Vampires, a creature of the night that feasts on humans. However, they in particular don't drink human blood

They went back to softly talking to each other, but a few minutes later something caught their attention. A soft voice echoed in their eardrums. It was enchanting and beautiful, it was like nothing they've ever heard of. They all simultaneously started looking around for the source of the pleasant sound when the new girl asked about someone else.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing to a table where a boy sat by himself

"Oh! That's (Y/N), (L/N)! He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you can't help but feel so tranquil and at peace!"

That caught the vampire's attention, and they whipped their heads to where the brunette was pointing. Noticing that that was where the sound is coming from.

"What do you mean?"

"His voice is so soft, like silk! But it has a sort of firmness to it! That's not the only thing, though. He is so kind, adorable, and smart as well! He even helps who ask for him to tutor them. His personality makes everyone want to be around him!"

That rose some questions in the vampires heads. If he is that well-liked, why is no one sitting near him?

"Then why is he alone?"

~The vampires will have to thank the new girl for asking so many questions~

"Well, whenever people come near him, he gets anxious and tries to get away as soon as possible. Someone grabbed him on accident, and he started having a panic attack, falling to the ground, and hyperventilating."

The Cullen's were a little shocked when they heard this. That wasn't normal for sure

"Holy shit. Was he okay?"

"Yeah, he was sent home early. But, some students saw his face as he was leaving and said that he looked terrified. We think something is going on where he lives, though we can't know for sure" she shrugged

"Once he came to school the next day, he was wearing long-sleeves. I thought it was weird considering he never wore them before, but the rest of the school shrugged it off as it being in the winter months making it reasonable. The person apologized the next day and (Y/N) just said it was fine, and he just likes being alone, so now that's what we do"

Right when the girl finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Making everyone get up and start to throw away their trash and head to class. All except one person...

"I don't think he heard the bell" Emmett said

"Gee, none of us would've guessed!" Rosalie responded, causing the other Cullen's to chuckle

Suddenly, Jasper's sight shifted to his wife Alice because he felt her stiffening up, a tell-tale sign of her power activating. The other vampires looked at her as well, waiting for her to relay what she saw. After a little bit she came to and, slowly, turned to Emmett grinning

"Emmett, why don't you go over and tell him class is about to start? Maybe even ask him to tutor you! We all know you need it." she remarked, still grinning

Starting to understand why she was acting like the way she was, Emmett sighed, wanting to protest, but he knew Alice's visions almost always came true, or they would end at the same conclusion.

He made his way over to where the boy was sitting

"Remember not to grab him!" Alice semi-shouted from where she was standing

Emmett waved her off, still approaching (Y/N)

He gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, making the smaller boy jump in surprise and what Emmett can only assume is fear

(Y/N) turned his head around fast enough to give him whiplash and that's when he met the golden eyes of the person that startled him

He took his earbud out before speaking, "I-Is there s-something I can do for you?" (Y/N) asked shakily

Emmett stood there for a moment. He had never seen someone so hot and cute at the same time. The girl was right, too. His voice is the embodiment of angelic. Emmett took this chance to take in all the boys features, from his soft (S/C) skin that reflected the light of the cafeteria. To his intoxicating (E/C) eyes that he could get lost in over and over again. Emmett felt a small pull to (Y/N), and he knew exactly what it meant.

“H-hello? Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked

“I-I um…class is about to start…”

(Y/N) looked at the time and blushed

“So it is…” (Y/N) stood up and started collecting his things “T-thanks for letting me know” (Y/N) stood to leave but was stopped as Emmett stood in front of him

“I was wondering if you could help me study for chemistry? I’m currently failing” Emmett chuckled, rubbing the back of his head

"I-I don't mind, where should we meet?"

"How about the Library after school?"

(Y/N) smiled the slightest bit "Sounds good, now if you don't mind I need to get to class" and with that (Y/N) left the cafeteria heading to his next class. Emmett slowly rejoined his family, still in awe from the recent interaction.

Jasper grinned from the emotions Emmett was emulating

"It seems Emmett is very interested in that guy"

"Hell yeah I am! Did you see him?!"

"We did" Edward answered him, "But"

"But what?" Emmett asked

"I can't read his mind, same with the new girl"

"Does that mean they're a supernatural?" Rosalie asked

"No, they aren't. The new girl is a weird case, but (Y/N) seems to just have fantastic mental walls and barriers. Which is concerning..."

"Then I'll have to break them" Emmett smirked

The rest of the Cullen's let out a collective sigh as they made their way to their respective classes. Still wondering what was going on with the mysterious (Y/N).

The final bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students started to funnel out of their classes and into the hallways. Emmett was waiting outside (Y/N)'s classroom, ready to head to the library.

After waiting awhile of waiting, (Y/N) came out of the classroom books and binder in hand

"Hey"

(Y/N) jumped and turned around to see Emmett, a look of relief claimed his face

"You ready to go?"

"Y-yeah"

As they made their way to the library, they made some just talked about their interests and things of that nature, eventually arriving at their destination. After they settled in their seats with the necessary books, they started the study session.

Emmett found it cute, they way (Y/N) would nervously try and help him understand the complex formula's and equations. After a few explanations, (Y/N) sat down and started to work on his homework. Unconsciously, (Y/N) started to sing to himself, making Emmett perk up and look at him.

"You're a good singer"

(Y/N) blushed, "Thanks...but others don't think so..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Emmett stood up, causing (Y/N) to jump a little, "Your voice is amazing!"

(Y/N) blushed at the praise he was given. He'd never been complimented before, so this was new to him.

"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled, making Emmett's cold and dead heart swell with something he's never felt before

"N-no problem" Emmett said before sitting down, and starting to work again, still thinking of that cute-ass smile

Soon, the sun started to set and that was their cue to wrap things up.

"Could you tutor me again tomorrow? If you're free, that is" Emmett asked

"Sure, I should be open. Meet here after school?"

"Deal"

"Then I'll see you tomorrow" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett before walking to his place

To say Emmett was giddy is an understatement. He was over the moon. Not only did he get to be tutored by his adorable mate, but he also got him to open up and be more relaxed around him! He made his way back to his own house and entered with his head still stuck in the clouds. Unaware of the fact that the whole family was sitting in the living room

"It seems that Emmett had an amazing time" Jasper couldn't help but let out his own smile from Emmett's emotions

"Something good happen, Emmett?" Carlisle asked, intrigued by Jasper's comment

"I think he's the one"

"The One?" Esme questioned

Alice snickered, clearly happy that her vision seemed to have came true

"My mate" Emmett replied, still thinking about the fun time he had studying with (Y/N)

"Congrats!! But, make sure you claim him before anyone else!" Esme explained

"He's not an object, Esme" Carlisle chastised

"I know, but humans may not understand their feelings"

"I just have to take things slow. I don't want to scare him off"

~Next Day at School~

"Hey (Y/N)!"

"Hmm? Oh, hey Emmett!" (Y/N) smiled sweetly

As Emmett got closer to (Y/N) he noticed a very distinct smell coming from the boy. "(Y/N) are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice

(Y/N) visibly tensed and started to shake slightly. "U-um ye-yeah? I'm f-fine"

Emmett was less than convinced. He needed to know who or what hurt his mate, so he could end it's pitiful existence, then and there. Though, he decided not to add anymore fuel to the fire...yet.

"If you say so. We should head to to class"

"Yeah"

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"If you still want to, then yes" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett causing him to absolutely gush at his adorableness

"Yep! Totally!" (Y/N) chuckled at Emmett's response

While heading to class they just talked about whatever was on their minds. Well, mostly Emmett since (Y/N) is a closed off little bean <3. But, that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. Even once they where in class they softly whispered to each other. Their teacher didn't care much because (Y/N) is a model student and Emmett is a popular kid (you know those teachers that try and get in with the cool kids? Yeah, that's their teacher). When they went their seperate way's for their second block (Y/N) though that was it, like all of the other people he's tutored. He just thought Emmett was being kind and he'd see him after school for their study session. But he was proven wrong at lunchtime.

(Y/N) was eating by himself at a table listening to music and singing along softly when he felt vibrations coming from next to him. He looked over to not only see Emmett, but the whole Cullen entourage in tow. He was shocked to say the very least.

"Can we sit here?"

Collecting himself he responded with a soft "Yeah". The Cullen's then sat down, Emmett sitting on your right and Alice on your left. She squealed and looked twoards you "I've wanted to actually talk to you for a while now! Emmett talks about you and your singing too! I hope I can hear you one day!" This, this was how (Y/N).exe has stopped working. You where an embarassed blushing mess while looking at Emmett in mock betrayal. 'He talks about me?' you thought. He just smirked enjoying your cuteness.

"Ahh!!! He's soo adorable!!" Now you were a even darker red. Only provoking Alice more as she got slightly closer to you. You were about to curl in on yourself when you felt that you were being griped by the waist and pulled into a solid chest.

"Alice, your going to make him explode" Emmett said slightly, just slightly defensive

She laughed "My my what about you then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look down, bonehead" Rosalie butted in amused

Emmett did what she said and saw you an absolute wreck. If a cherry was a person it would be you at this point-

Now he was trying to compose himself. The sight of both of you made everyone at the table start chuckling. After that whole fiasco you got to know Emmett's family and started to enjoy their presence. Something you never really had the pleasure of experiencing...

Over the next few weeks, Emmett did everything he could to be even remotely close to (Y/N). They would do studying sessions at the library, and after they would get something to eat. Well, only (Y/N) did. He thought it was weird Emmett never ate anything, but Emmett assured (Y/N) that he was eating well. They would often go to parks and just have fun too. However, all fun things come to an end. When one day (Y/N) didn't show up to school. Emmett just thought (Y/N) got a cold, but soon days turned to weeks and he was getting worried. He didn't know where (Y/N) lived so he couldn't go to his house and see if he was alright, but one day Carlise came home a little later than usual which was not unnoticed by his family.

"You're back late" Esme commented

"Well there is a teenager in critical condition. He came in with severe lacerations all over his body and what seemed to be marks of repeated tramua as well. He came in a couple of weeks ago and was in a coma until he flatlined earlier this morning" Carlise took off his doctor coat and placed it on the chair making his way to Esme. As he stood next to her he looked over to see his "children" with wide eyes

"Is something wrong?" Carlise asked a bit worried

"When did that patient come into the hospital?" Emmett asked urgently

"(Date). Why?"

With that all of the vampires stood up and started to get ready to go to the hospital

"What's wrong? Where are you guys going?" Esme asked

"That's most likely my mate" Emmett replied, making it clear he was irritated

"Well then what are we waiting for?" Esme rushed everyone out the door and to the hospital

At the hospital, they made their way to the room (Y/N) was at. Once there, Carlisle motioned for Emmett to enter first. Emmett went in and was shocked by what he saw. (Y/N) had many tubes attached to him. His body was wrapped in bandages and his breathing was hitching. Emmett walked over to the resting (Y/N) and reached out for his hand, grasping it softly. He rubbed his thumb over the boy's knuckles in a reassuring manner, then sat down next to the bed, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He could only think about how much he failed his mate. How could he let this happen? He knew there was something going on, but he did nothing? He turned a blind eye to it all. How can he face (Y/N) when he wakes up? Emmett's thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice

"Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that" Emmett replied

"I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

With that, Emmett's world stopped. Boyfriend? How? Why? Was I to late? Emmett turned to (Y/N) conflicted, but that's when he saw the heart monitor. His heart rate was not that high a while ago.

"Can you leave me with my boyfriend?" (B/F/N) asked harshly

Emmett reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at (Y/N). Once he was out of the room, Emmett started walking down the hallway back to his family.

"Who was that guy that went in there?" Rosalie went up to Emmett

"Apparently, he's (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

The Cullen's looked at Emmett in sadness and pity, but they noticed something

"You don't seem that bothered about it" Jasper said

"Well, before he came in, (Y/N)'s heart rate was normal, but when he spoke his heart rate rose"

"So, you think-"

"Yeah, his 'boyfriend' must've done that to him"

"That's awful" Esme covered her mouth in shock

"We can't really do anything if we don't have proof though" Alice said irritated

"Then we'll just have to get some" Emmett smirked, making the other Cullen's nod

They made their plan's and put them on hold until you were sent home. In the meantime, Emmett came to visit whenever your 'boyfriend' was never there and if he was, Carlisle was keeping a closer eye on you than normal. He also noticed that (B/F/N) would only ever sit in the chair across the room and when he would glance at you a look of disgust would be present on his face. This further solidified his resolve to get you out of that situation.

~A few days later while Emmett is visiting you~

"We're going to help you (Y/N), Everything will be better soon" Emmett reassured the sleeping male whilst holding his hand. He then felt (Y/N) clench his hand and looked up to see those beautiful (E/C) orbs opening

"Em-"

"Shh, don't strain yourself yet" Emmett stood up and pressed the 'call' button just above (Y/N)'s head before sitting back down

"Where-"

"The hospital...can you tell me what happened to you?"

After a brief pause, (Y/N) shook his ever so slightly

"That's fine, just tell me when you're ready" Emmett smiled sweetly. He saw (Y/N)'s face contort into sadness as he started crying. "I-I'm sorry f-for worrying you" (Y/N) choked out between sobs. Emmett couldn't see him cry like this, so he started to comfort and reassure the other male. "You'll be okay...I won't let you get hurt anymore..."

A/N: I really hope you liked it! Please tell me your thoughts! Sorry it took way longer than I said! I will now be working on the requests I have gotten and a new series I've conjured up ;)By my little Otaku's!!

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j-wont-stop · 3 years ago

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Mary Mary (Chapter One)

Title - Mary Mary (Chapter One)

Word Count - 1696

Fandom - The Umbrella Academy

Pairing - Five Hargreeves x OC

Summary - October 1st, 1989. Forty-Three infants were born to women with no previous signs of pregnancy. It was also the day of four-year-old Mariana Polakoff’s death. The world carried on, her mother being the only one left to grieve. But on one miraculous day, the little girl was spotted. But she was not how the world remembered her.

Warning(s) - None

Inspiration - I Just Died In Your Arms (Hidden Citizens)

A/N - This is set after season two, but instead of the Sparrow Academy appearing, everything is back to normal. Five is also physically 22 for reasons later on in the story.

22 April 2011

"I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me."

"How is that when they can't see you?" There was a deep hum. No matter how many years he had been teaching her, her accent still remained thick as can be.

"Let's just say I'll be living vicariously." Lilac eyes shown through the darkness, filled with mischief. "Come, my dear," Knuckles brushed along her jaw. "The world isn't waiting any longer." Before she could question it his eyes faded. There was a growing pressure that surrounded her, suffocating her. An odd smell tickled her nose along with what had covered her. It was grainy, yet soft. It reminded her of something she couldn't quite remember.

The same clawed hand reached through to snatch the collar of her dress and she gasped when she was viciously pulled up. A bright light made her squint as she felt herself collapse on all fours, the pressure quickly relieving itself. A chill ran down her spine and she sat herself to wrap her arms around her thin frame.

"Mary?" A familiar voice beckoned ever so softly. She blinked a few times before fully opening her eyes that widened further. The first thing that she saw was the hoofed man towering over her, a curious look in his eyes. He gave a warming chuckle. "Confused as ever, I see." He bent down and pulled her to her feet, hands almost completely covering her upper arms. He brushed out the black fabric of her dress as she continued to look around in bewilderment. "It's a wonder how they didn't stain." He mumbled as he looked over her white cuffs and collar.

"Where am I?" The man paused and smiled to himself, then he slowly met her gaze.

"Do you not remember, my dear?" She shook her head. "This was your home. This was where you lived before I found you." He motioned to the scenery around them with his arms. Mary looked around her. The sounds of engines buzzing, birds chirping and phones ringing filled her ears. Numerous colors lined the busy streets with cars and people. She pulled her attention away from it all to where she had come from, but all she was met with was grass and a gravestone.

Mariana Polakoff

15 December 1985 - 1 October 1989

"How did I-?"

"You had a severe health condition and went into cardiac arrest." He cut her off, but she could tell there was more to it that he wasn't telling her. "Come, dear," He laid a hand on her back to guide her. "Let's find somewhere to settle down." The closer he led her to the sidewalk the more nervous she grew, unsure about the entirely new environment. Her heartbeat grew faster and he sensed it. "You have nothing to fear, sweet thing. All you have to do is follow me." She looked up at him and his eyes gently squinted, a sign that he was smiling at her. She leaned into his side as his arm rested around her shoulders. Those who passed her gave her an odd look, very few held sympathy and even fewer a smile.

"Why do they look at me like that?"

"They're just jealous, my dear." His thumb rubbed circles into the bone of her shoulder.

"Jealous how?"

"Jealous of your beauty."

"My beauty-?" She looked at herself using a window they passed and her eyes widened. She stalled her movements, or attempted to before her guardian forced her to keep walking. She stumbled a little at his light push, still fixed on what she saw. "Dascal?" Questioned Mary as they turned into an apartment complex. It was a bit run down, the paper starting to peel from the walls and stairs a bit worn. Dust filled their noses and Mary sneezed into her elbow making the man next to her chuckle. They were about to turn another corner when Dascal yanked her back. The girl threw him a pointed glare and almost pecked at him when she noticed the frightened brunette in front of her. She was practically her own height, if not slightly taller. Her face held a sense of innocence and it seemed to be refreshing to the girl.

"Mariana?" Dascal snapped her out of her head and she swallowed.

"Prostyte." The girl quickly apologized and continued on with her journey. The brown haired woman just watched her in confusion and slight fear until they disappeared through a door a little ways down.

"It's not much, but it will do for now." Dascal commented as the girl wandered to the bathroom off to the right. The man sighed and followed after her, hooves lightly clicking against the wooden floor. He ducked under the doorway and stood behind Mary who stared at herself in the mirror, eyes wide and lips ajar.

She was taller than she had remembered. Her frame now held a delicate form rather than the one she had as a four-year-old that was akin to a pencil. Her skin was smooth and almost white as snow, peppered with moles here and there.

Her nimble fingers reached up towards her hair, combing through it with ease at its softness. Egg white strands fell through, a deep contrast to the black roots. Her eyes were a ghostly blue rather than the stark icicles she held before, their liveliness lost along with who she used to be.

There was one thing that stayed the same, however. The one thing that brought a melancholic smile to her lips. Her fingers moved to brush over her nose. The small bird beak a resemblance of the same one her mother held.

Her mother.

Her eyes grew to saucers and she was about to whip around, but the hands on her waist held her in place.

"Mama?" She whispered to herself, eyes glistening from their new coat of water.

"I'm afraid that must be a conversation for another time." In her dazed and worrisome state he led her back out to the dull living room, the same size as the even more dull kitchen. There was no dining area due to how small the apartment was and an almost closet-sized bedroom was nestled in next to the bathroom. She knew she would touch up on some things later on, picturing what she wanted it to look like in her head. All of the paintings and nicknacks she wanted to put on display for no one to see.

Mary slowly walked behind the couch, her fingertips barely grazing the top of it as she came to its front and sat down. With her legs crossed and arms spread across the fabric she breathed in the scent of the worn out room. She felt a hand comb through her hair, claws gracing her scalp so gently that she closed her eyes at the pleasure. A sigh of satisfaction left her lips as her head tilted back and Dascal chuckled. Then his movements stilled. Mary's lips moved to speak, but she was cut off by the sounds of knuckles tapping the door. She raised a single brow at him and stood up fixing the skirt of her dress. "So soon?"

Dascal and Mary exchanged a look of confusion, though the former's stare held a certain hostility. He stayed where he was and carefully eyed her movements, the way her hand curved around the door knob. It twisted in a way that was suspenseful and her nerves became stronger, without a clue of who or what was behind the door. She pulled it back just enough to peek her head through.

"Hello?" A strained feminine voice cut through. Dascal gradually made his way over to the two of them, hovering over Mary. His presence, yet invading her space, was always a comfort for her. It felt like she was home. His scent was unique. She relished the moments she was able to breathe it in. Another reason she didn't mind his closeness.

"Yes?" Her voice was even, stoic. Void of emotion as she looked the stranger in the eyes. Her confidence unnerved them.

"Who is it?" Dascal quietly asked. Mary opened the door further to reveal the same brunette they had run into. He hummed, then stiffened when Mary flinched. The woman held out a ten dollar bill. Her posture was awkward and ansty, but at the same time she was as still as a statue.

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're thinking." The stranger softly spoke. It wasn't hostile or judgemental. It sounded rather fascinated.

"I've heard those words before." Mary's face remained unmoving. The woman sighed, her arm starting to wear out.

"Look, I found this after you almost ran into me and I just wanted to give it back to you. I think you dropped it." Mary's mouth moved to deny the claim, but Dascal cut her off.

"How kind." She turned to look up at him, seeing that same mischievous glint in his eyes. "Take it. She's waiting." She turned back to the brunette who seemed confused and slowly took the ten dollars from her. She watched as the woman quickly snatched her hand away with large eyes, but as soon as it happened it was gone. Before she left she spoke once more.

"I live in 205 if you need anything." Dascal softly closed the door and looked down at the pale girl who just stared at the money in her hands.

"Dinner?"

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darkshadowismyspiritanimal · 5 years ago

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Headcanons for aizawa, tokoyami and midoriya seeing their s/o's sketchbook or like drawing tablet and noticing that they drew many stunning sketches of them meaning they like to sketch the boys when they're just working/studying or just standing out in a nice ray of sunlight. Thanks!

//Note: Oh this is adorable. Here’s some quick headcanons before I’m off to bed. Apparently when writing about Dark Shadow I draw a lot of inspiration from cats. Hope you enjoy!//

S/o’s an Artist - Headcanons

Aizawa

You had been cuddling with Aizawa on the couch and he had fallen asleep.

The man didn’t get enough sleep and you weren’t about to get up and wake him up so you started drawing on your tablet.

Unsurprisingly, you began to draw Aizawa – your go to for when you weren’t sure what you wanted to draw.

Surprisingly, you decided to finally put a picture to the image of him becoming a butterfly that had been in your mind since you first saw his god awful sleeping bag.

You were just adding in some sparkles – for effect – around his face when you heard a gruff “I don’t sparkle” next to your ear.

You whipped your head around to see that Aizawa was awake.

“How long have you been awake.”

“Long enough. Do you always draw me as a butterfly or is this new?”

You grumble. “Normally I draw you as a cat.”

He immediately takes the tablet and looks through your other drawings.

You sometimes make comics of him as cat having adventures. Your favorite is the origin of his mummy-bandage weapon, where he has a battle with a roll of toilet paper and the toilet paper wins. He’s too indignant to admit defeat and pretends it was intentional.

“Really.” Is all Aizawa sees when he finds this particular comic.

“Like that isn’t what actually happened.”

Aizawa’s new profile picture for absolutely everything – including his UA ID – is now one of the drawings you made of him as a cat.

Tokoyami

Tokoyami would never look through your stuff without asking first.

Dark Shadow on the other hand…

You left your sketchbook in Tokoyami’s room and he didn’t realize until late that night, so he decided he’d return it to you in the morning.

“What do you think is in there?” Dark Shadow practically whined.

“Considering it’s a sketchbook, I’d assume paper.” “Don’t you dare open it.”

Dark Shadow’s already hovering over it – ready to open the sketchbook.

“Dark Shadow.”

Dark Shadow – looking directly in Tokoyami’s eyes – slowly picks up the sketchbook and flips it open.

“DARK SHADOW.”

“Ooh, you’re really missing out. This is great stuff.”

“Close that now.”

“Not even interested in seeing all the pretty pictures y/n drew? I guess you’d be bored. I mean, it’s only drawings of you…”

Dark Shadow watched as Tokoyami went from mad to surprised and very, very curious. A battle was being waged in the birb. He should not, under any circumstances, look through your sketchbook. But you drew him? A lot?

He looked through the sketchbook.

Turns out you really like doodling him with swords and sometimes other weapons.

There’s one drawing of him fighting with a scythe.

When Tokoyami gets to this drawing a mangled half-sob escapes him as his fathomless love for you becomes too much for him to contain.

The next morning he wordlessly gives you your sketchbook back.

Eventually, when you open it, you see he left a note in between the pages apologizing for looking through your sketchbook and telling you that you are a wonderful artist and that he loves you more than anything.

But more importantly.

After Tokoyami fell asleep, Dark Shadow went through the sketchbook and left sticky notes on the drawings that detailed exactly what went through Tokoyami’s mind when he saw each drawing.

‘How could someone so perfect like me of all people?” was attached to a sketch of Tokoyami you had done during a practice when you had been injured and were sitting out.

‘Marry Me.’ Was attached to the drawing of Tokoyami with the scythe. Something that had started as a doodle in class and ended up as an inked and colored work with your favorite markers.

As soon as you found them you went and showed Tokoyami, letting him know that you’d prefer to wait until after they graduated high school but then you’d love to marry him.

Tokoyami stopped functioning after that.

Midoriya

Midoriya can draw – evident in the sketches of heroes beside his notes on them in his notebooks. So he knows how hard it is to draw people. He used to try and draw specific moves that different heroes made but gave up when he found it took less time to just explain them in words.

So when he sees your notebook filled with drawings of him in combat – depicting the subtle variations in his fighting style dependent on his opponent – he is in absolute awe of your talent.

He is also really, really flustered.

He knows how much time it takes to draw. So that you would dedicate that much time to draw him.

He get’s more flustered when he comes across the sketches of him from when his shirt had gotten destroyed by one of Bakugo’s explosions and sees the comments you had scrawled in the corners of the page

“boy should take a page out of Kirishima’s book and scrap the shirt part of his hero outfit”

“ 11/10″

“Boi is a snack”

Fortunately the flustered mess is distracted at the doodles of him with longer hair - where you tried to make his hairstyle reminiscent of retired!All Might.

Midoriya looks up at you, his eyes sparkling in excitement.

“Can I borrow a head band?”

#mha x reader #aizawa #aizawa x reader #Tokoyami Fumikage #tokoyami x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #headcanons #my hero academia

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qqueenofhades · 3 years ago

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I respect your choice to live our discord through Buff, whose retelling are much more filtered and organised than the real deal. But for fun, I wrote you giving someone a tour through the discord:

"Why, yes. We are the fivan fandom grandmas and this is our discord full of screaming, laughing, crying and cuddling grandchildren. The walls are plastered with @buffaluff and @liaduval 's fivan art. I am dating a very talented artist. "Fire on fire" is playing in the background. Now, over here is the writer's corner. There's the one who whips out chapter after chapter of a wonderful "Ivan and Fedyor since they first meet as kids And also this is going to make you love Pavel and Polina so much" fic. These two over there have a lot of WIPs and each one is amazing. Hey, are you working on updates for- Completely new fic ideas? I'm sure they're gonna be awesome! Don't mind the crying one over there, they are producing super emotional fics where they write fivan into other grishaverse books. Look at this one handing out heart-shaped notes with comments to our creators, what a champ! Oh, yeah, that thing over there is the shrine they made for my works. Kids are adorable. Every time someone sees I updated, they yell about it to the others and they all gather in front of it and cry. That one is the adults' room. But a surprisingly large amount of their talks is about dreading professional emails. Now, this wild wall of sticky notes is the headcanon wall. It makes sense to them and sometimes they forget these aren't actually canon. Shh, don't step on the people who are taking a nap on the floor and are not super active, they are also loved and appreciated. That one is the magical crystal ball where they gaze into different fivan timelines and universes. The possibilities are endless and exciting. And finally, here is the corner with the sunflowers where we can all just sit and chill next to our pets. Now, would you like some tea?"

Hahaha, bless. I am sure that this is very accurate and I deeply appreciate all you young and energetic chilluns, even if I am too old and weary to actually turn up and join in the fun. My fellow fandom grandmother @buffaluff does give me the highlights from time to time, yes, and I am always like "aw bless their hearts."

So yes, your creaky old fandom grandmother does love you and hopes that y'all have fun and play nicely over there. You are always welcome to come over here for cookies and to tell me about your day while I knit you a sweater or something. Ahem. 👵

sleepover weekend asks

#sparklingrainbowdragon #ask

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thejojosanctuary · 8 years ago

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Hey, I'm the anon who asked for the scary stands and I wanted to say thanks, they're everything I wanted and more! Anyway, could I get the SDC reacting to the fact they've gained some weight due to the fact that their S/O is an excellent baker, and there are almost always delicious and tempting baked goods around because of this? Thanks, and keep up the good work! -Scary 'n Sweet Anon

Scary n’ Sweet Anon you are a blessing in disguise and I had so much fun writing thisone although I did get a little off track with some of the headcanons

Hope thesewere what you were looking for!

-Ghost

Jotaro

· Jotaro wouldn’t really care about the weightgain although he’d try not to eat too many of the delicious baked delicaciesthat his S/O makes

· In fact he probably wouldn’t even realise iteven if people point it out to him

· Gramps points out he’s gained a few new pounds?Jotaro fires back saying Joseph’s gained a few new wrinkles

· The girls who fawn over him comment on how S/O’sbaking is making him look different? Jotaro’s snapping back by telling themthat it’s because, unlike them, the food doesn’t annoy him

· He becomes borderline rude (and sassy), justshaking it off

· It isn’t until his S/O blows a raspberry intohis blossoming pudge and coos about how cute and fluffy he looks that he fullyrealises – shit he has gained weight

· The boy’s got three gym memberships, a newexercise plan and a converted gym room in some part of his house by the end ofthe week

· He’s not supposed to be cute and fluffy he says– he’s supposed to be a grumpy asshole with the body of a god he says

· Just put a basket of sea turtles at the end if arunning machine, turn it on full speed and watch him lose the extra weight inno-time X3

· Although it might be difficult for Jotaro tokeep up this plan when Star Platinum’s constantly circling around the kitchen,excitedly waiting for S/O to whip up their next batch of treats to eat, evenacting as a stand taste tester for whenever they have a new recipe to perfect

· Getting Plat to reign back his consumption oftheir food (especially the cookies – he loves the cookies) is going tobe an exercise in itself as it’ll quickly dissolve into an argument betweenJotaro and his stand

· “Star get back here” “Ora” “Stop eating and getover here “ORA” “I don’t care stop it!” “ORA!”

· The only thing that breaks this up would be S/Owaltzing into the room with a new cupcake recipe, asking if they’d like to trythem to see how it tastes

· It’ll end in the three of them sat on the sofa,Star happily munching on the baked goods, Jotaro grumpily eating a cupcake (hethinks it’s absolutely delicious but he’s not going to admit it out loud) andS/O eagerly awaiting their opinions

· And the process will repeat X3

Polnareff:

· Pol will notice he’s gained weight when he findshis signature one strap shirt is even tighter than it normally is (I can’t bethe only one who thinks he struggles every morning to fit those bara tiddies inthat small garment. They cannot be contained)

· He’d know that he needs to cut down on how muchhe eats of S/O’s baking, but he’d be weak to the bright smile they flash himwhen they offer him their latest cooking for him to eat, as well how the joylights up their face when he tells them how ‘délicieux’ it always tastes

· That being said, he’s still determined to wearhis famous shirt once more, so he ends up finding a happy medium

· He’ll still enjoy all of S/O’s bakery creationsbut would work it off through training with either Silver Chariot or one of theother SDC crew so that he could stay fit and healthy for his partner~

· If his S/O also notices the new developmenthe’ll have to prepare for a barrage of cuddles and stomach rubs as they giggleover how soft he is

· Needless to say our French baby right here isgoing to be a blushing mess, even more so when he starts looking forward to thenext time he’s getting dragged off to cuddle because their hands are so warmand nice to feel on his stomach

· Polnareff would enjoy watching them bake becauseof how concentrated they are as they work away, especially as he gets to seeall of the effort that goes into it

· He might even pick up on a few baking tricks ofhis own this way and would surprise his S/O by baking them something for themto enjoy for a change

· They won’t be as good as S/O’s of course butit’s the thought that counts

· Although they’re gonna have to teach him thatyou don’t put that much sugar on anything

Avdol:

· Avdol probably wouldn’t mind about the sudden weightgain so long as his S/O didn’t mind (I know I wouldn’t – chubby Avdol issomething I didn’t realise I needed in my life until now)

· He’d probably help in the kitchen whenever S/Ois baking, being quite the baker himself when the opportunity arises

· I feel as though he’d enjoy giving them the oddtreat as well to return the favour similar to Polnareff – however, they’d end up tasting a lot better thanbara boy’s because let’s face it he’s probably the better cook

· Pol tried his best though and that’s whatmatters

· If he was warm to the touch before he’s evenmore so now!

· S/O would be able to snuggle into him, using hisrobes for cover as they press their face into his chest and squeal about howsoft he’s become alongside with an onslaught of praises

· It’ll be like cuddling a warm, fluffy heatershaped like the ideal partner!

· And lordhelp them if Magician’s red decides to make an appearance because it’s going toquickly become quite…heated :D (I’mso sorry) as S/O ends up sandwiched between the two

Kakyoin:

· Kakyoin would notice just how often he partakesin S/O’s wonderful baked goods quite early on but he wouldn’t want to turn themdown when they offer

· It’s totally not because of the fact their stufftastes amazing (who’re we kidding it definitely is)

· However, once he starts realising that he’s gaininga little bit of weight he might begin branching out and convincing S/O to startspreading the good of their baking to others as a way to curb his eating ofthem

· He’ll offer cookies to guests as they comethrough the door or send gifts such as cupcakes, brownies, bread, muffins,scones among other things to neighbors and people that they’re acquainted with

· Jotaro’s getting weekly packages of baked foodsmade by Kak’s S/O that are always ocean themed in some way and this grumpy ballof awkward emotions doesn’t know whether to yell at Kakyoin for the subtle jabsat his love for marine biology or thank him because the food tastes so good

· Kakyoin would also encourage S/O to pursue a careeras a professional baker if it was something they were interested in, offeringto help test any of their newest creations and getting word of theirexceptional cooking skills out there

· To also note, you can bet he’s going to beconstantly praising their baking prowess to others because he’s just so proud to have such a talented S/O thatloves him

· It doesn’t mean it isn’t annoying to certainpeople (can someone say Jotaro?)

· “My S/O really is the best. Today, they came upwith a new chocolate cake recipe and it was absolutely delicious. I’m so lucky-”“Oi Kakyoin - stop talking about S/O” “Make me”

#jjba headcanon #part 3 #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #noriaki kakyoin #Ghost's post #Scary 'n Sweet Anon #baking

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capricornus-rex · 8 years ago

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Hiya, can you do chocobro hcs about their s/o always putting themself down cause they think they're useless durig battle or on the road but the boys make them feel a whole lot better in the end

Hiya and thanks for the ask, dear~ :3 I think this is gonna be a fluff-fest of an hc mehehehe anyways~! And I was sure I was gonna have the tendency to make this a long hc, I hope you wouldn’t mind, Anon. Here you go and enjoy reading~ :3

Noctis wouldn’t like to bring it up at first because he thinks that doing so might put them down more but he also thought that talking it out might make s/o feel better and he’d like to help them in any way--even if it’s only a heart-to-heart talk, no effort is too small. He’d try to approach his s/o in the most casual yet awkward way possible, he’ll start off with some small talk about today and then the conversation would gradually end up about the battle earlier. “Hey, about what you said back out there, when I healed you...” he hesitates, almost as if he wants to just walk out of the conversation and never mind it but no, he swallows his pride and s/o cuts him off, “You heard that?” s/o says it in an embarrassed manner and bows their head in shame, avoiding the prince’s eyes. “You know, I always thought you were braver and stronger than me. More clever too. I always wondered if you ever thought that way.” he continues. Those words just made s/o jerk their head up with surprise, looking at Noct, they notice a smile curling up in his face and at first s/o will insist that he’s joking and would tell otherwise but the prince will insist back that he’s serious. He proves his point when he recalls several incidents where you pull his ass out of trouble and his favorite moment was when you covered him when a seadevil had him by the jaw. He also tells s/o that they’re always the one in the group who’s ready to risk and give everything to help even if it meant paying with s/o’s own safety--but Noct surely has noticed that s/o prioritizes him more than themselves during battle. "Whenever you think to yourself that you’re flunking, just always remember that you are never a failure to me.” They exchange smiles and Noct tells s/o one more thing as he takes s/o’s hands and looks at them with soulful and sincere eyes, “I just hope that you’re always by my side. Always.”

Prompto doesn’t waste a second the moment he notices his s/o feeling down. He’s quite sensitive when most people would think he’s that childish one in the group. After a battle, he would notice that s/o has been quiet all throughout the trip and try to not mind it but it’s actually eating him on the inside. The moment they take their lodgings in the hotel room, Prompto would approach his s/o who’s just leaning over the railings looking at the evening view of Angelgard. Of course, Prompto would start the conversation gently. He wouldn’t blatantly bring up s/o’s insecurities obviously, but he’ll try to lighten them up with his comments about some of their moments back in the open field, recalling their encounters with scary monsters and such. With that lightening up being successful, he tries to coax s/o to say what’s been bugging them since s/o only chuckled and barely exchanged a story about earlier. “So... is something bothering you? You’re awfully and unusually quiet today.” he prompts s/o to at least answer his question. S/o would just say it’s nothing but Prompto coaxes some more with a “Really?” with an unusually short tone, normally he would say it with a prolonged singsong tone but this time, he’s not kidding around. Then finally, s/o opens up that they feel like they’re not doing so well out in the field, especially when it comes to packs of monsters or a big one, they feel like they’re not as good as any of the chocobros and thinks that they’re just slowing down the party. But Prompto strongly disagrees and recalls the time where he did the same--opening up to someone about their insecurities--and he’s learned from that and decides to do the same for their s/o. He tells them that they’re the best; he acknowledges s/o’s willfulness to help and brings out the good things he sees in them which really brightens them up and melts away their insecurities. He ensures that s/o is feeling better with a big warm hug until he sees his s/o’s bright smile.

Ignis upon seeing his s/o isolating themselves by the campfire when everyone else is inside the tent having fun playing cards or King’s Knight, or looking through Prompto’s camera roll, he’ll definitely take a seat on the empty folding chair right next to s/o and nonchalantly bring it up without any other sidetracking. Knowing Iggy, he’ll go straight to the point but there’s something about the way he strikes up a conversation--it’s direct yet casual, but not at all invasive. “Something troubling you, my dear?” he asks s/o in a husky tone and by impulse s/o answers him. S/o will voice out that they truly admire Ignis’s skill and his moves, s/o compliments Ignis on how awesome he looks whenever he uses his sagefire, when he does backflip attacks with his lance--basically everything he does. The way s/o tells it with little hand gestures just makes Ignis chuckle while resting his chin on his knuckles as he watches his beloved s/o talk. In response, he’ll be all modest--he’ll take the compliments, sure, but he won’t let it get to his head that much, actually he’ll be flattered because he’ll be too hung up in protecting not only Noctis and the others but his dear s/o as well. He’d take them by surprise by brushing their to the back of their ear once they’re done talking and he’d invite them to make some hot chocolate together and would leave the toppings to them because he’s sure that it’ll make them feel better. When it’s time to spray some whipped cream and sprinkle some marshmallows and candy sprinkles, Ignis hugs s/o by the waist while they sprinkle toppings on the mugs. He sneaks a kiss on the cheek while hugging them tightly and whispers, “You don’t have to worry about anything, sweetheart, because to me you’re perfect.”

Gladio will surely bring it up right after the battle. As soon as the monster fumbles and the entire party is panting due to exhaustion, the first thing he’ll worry about is his s/o after the fight. It’s not that he’s belittling his own partner, he’s just concerned after seeing them fall unconscious that they needed to be rescued or cured in the middle of the battle--he personally cured his s/o several times and made sure that the monster was in a safe distance away from them. Once s/o is back on their feet, they’ll put up a front that they’re alright and can still fight but Gladio notices that they’ve sprained a joint--particularly their wrist--he practically notices how uncomfortable his s/o is while wielding their weapon with their [broken] dominant hand. When they’re already heading their way back to the car, Gladio notices that his s/o is taking the rear and is slowly walking--he senses the self-pity and self-disappointment in them and just can’t help it. “Hey, you’re in a pretty bad shape.” he says and s/o replies without trying to show that they’re in pain, “Yeah but it’ll pass. I really screwed up back there, huh? If only I reacted quicker on the charging Spiracorn.” the exasperation in their voice is evident. Gladio stops in his pace and picks a single wild flower in the field, he catches up to s/o and stops them in their track just so he can put the flower in their hair. Then he takes the injured hand and lovingly massages his s/o’s wrist, “Hey, you did really good back there. Your mistake doesn’t make you less of a good fighter.” He kisses their wrist and gently squeezes their hand. His s/o’s self-pity will go away and Gladio’s words will ring in their head. Still holding their hand, he reassures his s/o that he’ll make a special brew at camp that will soothe the injury.At camp, you two whip up and enjoy some special Cup Noodles--Gladdy’s made it extra special with s/o’s favorite toppings which really made them better. “You know, seeing that smile of yours just makes the whole day better for me.” Gladio huskily coos at his s/o in the firelight while enjoying steaming hot Cup Noodles.

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anthrat · 4 years ago

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The Akatsuki members as high-school students

Has this been done before? Probably! Do I care? No, because these are my terrible headcanons and nobody can take them from me.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long time, probably since early February. I’ve been lacking motivation to do anything at all for months and lo and behold, I find this basically finished piece bar one character. I really, really want to start writing again but I’m struggling to think of ideas, so if you have any requests for future headcanons/one shots/etc feel free to slide me a message or something :)

He's definitely the generic super intelligent kid who gets straight A's in pretty much every subject. All of his notes are really well organised, he keeps bullet journals and everything is colour coded - mans notes are literal art. His handwriting is definitely beautiful, we're talking professional calligrapher here.

All of his equipment is immaculate, he cries if one of his books gets a crease or something on it somehow. If you accidentally nudge him or ruin his notes he will silently hold a grudge against you forever - he probably won't act on his grudge though, he just wants to blend in and he dislikes conflict in general.

Despite being fully aware of his intelligence he hardly ever speaks up in classes. He only really speaks when spoken to and so is renown as the token quiet kid. I also envision him as being super pretentious, although he doesn't show it he definitely thinks he's better than everyone else.

His favourite subject would be English because he enjoys analysing anything and everything. If you're friends with him he will make comments on how random pieces of media etc. are a representation of -insert important world issue or theory.- He'd also like art despite it being the only subject he's not very good at. All his art is abstract, he will draw a pink square and claim it represents a patriarchal society.

Doesn't have many friends because he isn't very talkative, spends most of his time at school alone doing schoolwork. Sees school purely as an educational setting and so doesn't see the point in making an attempt to be social.

All of his school equipment looks like it's been mauled by 300 dogs because its all second/third/fourth+ hand. Man would never pay full price for a textbook. He definitely steals all the faculty equipment too. You could fill an entire room with the amount of stationary this man has but he will NEVER lend it to anyone else. If he does lend you something it's because its either A) broken B) barely functional (so like pens which can write 2 letters before running out) or C) you're giving him something better in return/paying for it (even then he'll probably take whatever he lent you back without you realising)

He also definitely runs mini-shops in school where he'll sell stolen equipment and things like sweets/chewing gum/trendy items (he made bank when fidget spinners were a thing) for like triple what they're actually worth.

His favourite subject is definitely history (He's a crusty dusty old man so of course) but he will never admit this. He takes business and economics but hates them, he's already done all of his own research into the subjects and is only doing them to get the qualification. Definitely complains about how he already knows it all already and it's a waste of time for him to learn it again. His only conversation topic is him talking about how he's going to set up his own business as soon as he leaves school.

Is very intelligent but only gets average grades in most subjects because he refuses to try if he dislikes the subject or sees it as a waste of time.

Watched DeathNote once and now thinks he's an actual real life version of Light Yagame. Carries around his own DeathNote and threatens to write people's name in it.

Convinced that he's been bestowed with supernatural powers, whenever he speaks he does lots of flashy hand gestures, - think generic cool-dude protagonist poses - these change depending on what piece of media he's currently obsessed with. His personality also changes alongside the poses.

Basically what I'm trying to say is he's the over-saturated 'weird anime kid' with a touch of superiority complex. Although, he's super confident and has absolutely 0 shame in this fact.

Bless his little heart, he loves writing but is the definition of 'uses complicated words without knowing what they mean'. He's still decently smart though. His grades would probably be pretty average because he struggles to apply himself properly. His favourite subject would definitely be something like sociology where he can freely express his profound ideas, even if some of them are completely god awful. He'd also enjoy any subject which gives him creative freedom such as art or English.

Cannot see this lad as anything but a jock. He loves sports, lives and breathes them. He's probably a member of practically every single sports team and is surviving on the basis he has a sports scholarship of some kind.

Despite him being a jock he'd be the most approachable out of all the Akatsuki members. He's the kind of guy who no matter who you are he'd always be happy to crack jokes and talk with you. He definitely brings in way too much food, he's that dude who brings a whole mini banquet to school every day for no discernible reason. He's always happy to share though, he's definitely the kind of guy who if he saw someone sat by themselves at lunch he'd sit with them and offer them food.

His grades would be a little on the lower side because most of his free time is taken up with all his sports, however, he'd still work hard at his academics regardless. If anything this man is probably the most dedicated, he would hate the fact that he's falling behind all his classmates but at the same time would rather die than give up any of his extracurricular activities.

He'd be fairly popular because of his naturally easygoing and humorous nature, but people would rarely ever invite him to events as they'd just assume he was busy.

Konan is an absolute babe, the kindest and most caring person in the whole school. Forgotten your lunch? She'll buy you some or give you her own. Didn't do your homework? Bitch will give you hers to copy, if it's an essay or something she'll sit with you and help you write it. Looking a little upset? Konan's right there to try and cheer you up even if you aren't friends.

Despite how wonderful and 100/10 a person she is she probably won't have many close friends. She'll get used a lot by others who take advantage of her good nature. She's smart enough to know what they're doing but she doesn't care, she's happy to be of help to anyone even if they don't appreciate it.

She's a bit of a teachers pet though, she's on super good terms with every teacher in the school even if she doesn't take the subjects they teach. Most of her breaks/lunches would be taken up by her helping with display boards or whatever.

Her favourite subject would be geography, she'd really enjoy learning about different cultures and societies. I can see her just really enjoying learning about how rivers are formed and stuff like that as well. Her least favourite would be something like math which is only fact based, she enjoys being able to look at things from different perspectives.

Also bitch would bake all the time, literally every lesson she'd whip out a box of cakes/cookies/anything else she'd baked the night before to share with the whole class.

Carries knives around with him because he thinks they make him look cool. He can and will whip one out at any given opportunity so he can flex a knife trick on you. His knife tricks suck though, he always drops them or cuts himself, if you try and walk away he'll beg you to stay claiming that fortieth time's the charm or something.

He never shows up to lessons, he doesn't even know what one is. If you ever ask him what subjects he takes he'll look at you blankly and ask what you mean. If he ever is in a lesson it's because he was dragged there by a member of staff. Honestly, the few lessons he's actually present for are so chaotic teachers find themselves praying he doesn't show up. Being as he never willingly shows up he'll never know what subject it is, and he'll ask insanely bizarre questions un-ironically because he gives no fucks and has no idea what is happening. For example, you'll be learning about arteries in biology and he'll ask something like "What ingredients do we need?" because he'll have confused arteries with artichoke and think he's in a home economics lesson.

Despite being the weird knife kid he's pretty popular, he's so completely brain dead and unaware of his surroundings that its impossible not to get along with him. He doesn't have the critical thought to bully anyone and so even if he tries to be horrible it always comes off as though he's just trying to be funny.

Oh dear oh lord what can I say about Zetsu? Zetsu is an absolute shit show of a student. Black Zetsu I can see as being very academic focussed, with their favourite subjects being religion, politics and some form of economics. I imagine they’d be very active within school politics/religious scenes, probably the head of some sort of group for both.

Black Zetsu would also be interested in applying for positions such as Head of Year, Class Representative and anything similar. They’re a big control freak and as a result have basically 0 friends. People would find them overbearing and awful to be around. They’re the incredibly opinionated kid who dismisses anything which they don’t personally agree with.

White Zetsu on the over hand, hoo boy. Class clown obviously. The living bane of Black Zetsu. If Black Zetsu wants class representative then you know people will vote for white Zetsu instead because he’s infinitely more popular. He’s incredibly weird but in such an innocent and goofy way they’d have a large group of friends. They wouldn’t be popular per say, but they’d be friends with practically everyone.

Their favourite subject would probably be biology because sex jokes, but I also think they’d enjoy English because uhh… Sex jokes. I just can’t see White Zetsu taking school even slightly seriously.

He basically lives in the art department. If you walk near him he will tag along and start talking to you about art, it doesn’t matter who you are you will be forced to listen to his speech.

Incredibly confident and has no issue starting a conversation with anyone. He's definitely the type of person who every time you see him he'd be with a completely different group of people, whether they want him there or not.

Despite his weird constant art rants he'd be the life and soul of the party. He's always fun to be around purely because of how much energy he has. He'd be the kid who makes everyone laugh completely on accident, although people would probably be laughing more at him than with him.

He'd probably get invited to lots of places by other kids just so he could be the butt of every joke. He wouldn't mind though, he'd brush it off and probably enjoy the attention he gets from it.

Most of his friends would end up being people who know nothing about art though, all the students who participated in any artistic subjects would stay far away in fear of him starting another argument about art.

If the art class ever does clay his has to be put in the kiln separately because it always blows up. He also has a habit of 'accidentally' damaging other people's art if he dislikes it. Eventually he would mellow out and start appreciating other forms.

Nobody knows who he is, people will have sat next to him for years and won't even know his name. The amount of times his name is called in the register and people will pipe up with "who's that?" or "didn't he move to another school?" is genuinely concerning. He doesn't care though, he'd rather go through school completely unnoticed.

Excels at all subjects (besides sports, he's never showed up to a PE lesson because of 'health reasons') despite putting very little effort into academics. His favourite subjects would be biology and math. He'd absolutely hate art as a subject, preferring to do art in his free time rather than make it into a chore at school. He'd have been put in Deidara's class at least once and it would have completely ruined all enjoyment of art as a subject for him. He'd also hate any subjects which prompt discussion such as English or sociology, he doesn't have any opinions on them and he doesn't care to listen to anyone else's.

Honestly, dude is the definition of a background character at school. He just simply does not exist, and I have mad respect for him. On the off chance anyone even tried to speak to him he'd probably completely ignore them, the only communication he has at school is through emails with teachers. He has 0 interest in making friends when they have nothing in common with him.

Another character sort of hard to pinpoint. He’d probably be somewhat similar to White Zetsu, but not quite as popular. He’d be a right teachers pet, with few friends his own age. He’d probably spend spend all his breaks and lunches with teachers in their classrooms, offering to help them with display boards etc.

Despite being a teachers pet he wouldn’t be academic whatsoever. He’d always try his best but bless him, he’s terrible at every subject and ends up constantly making a fool of himself. He’s definitely the sort to raise his hand to make a really great point, but his really great point is basically repeating the lesson objective. When studying of mice of men he definitely asked “what’s the name of Curly’s wife’s husband?”

His favourite subject, regardless of his ineptitude would be drama. He’d always be the most melodramatic and over the top in every character he played, not really caring what other people thought of him. In fact, that’s probably his best feature. Despite his lack of popularity he’d always unapologetically be himself, his goofy and over the top self.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

If we’re thinking more about Obito, I’d like to imagine for the sake of this headcanon Tobi is what he’s like during lower school years and then suddenly one summer he comes back and he’s completely matured into this foreign character unrecognisable to nobody.

He’d become incredibly serious, forgoing the role of energetic teachers pet to a much more muted one. He’d still be just as terrible at all his lessons, and still spend most of his time around teachers rather than others his age but he’d no longer have that fun spark. He’d probably start caring greatly about what people thought of him so his latter years would be trying to stay under the radar completely.

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