#hinata finds her teeth au

[mediumsizedpidegon]

An alternative idea for Hinata and Neji and the Hyuuga:

Hinata has never felt brave in her life. She has never felt brave or strong or revolutionary. She is only Hinata, Main Branch by inches and chance. (If Hizashi had beaten Hiashi that day... and when Hanabi is old enough to challenge Hinata– defeat is on her tongue. defeat is hanging above her head, senbon and kunai swinging.) She is only Hinata, and her clan's wrongdoings are too big for her. They will swallow her whole.

Except, there is Kiba, Shino, and Kurenai-sensei. Except, there is Uzumaki Naruto and the hope he inspires. Except, there is Haruno Sakura, spitting on fate. Except there are the Nine, and Konoha is cruel and just this once it brings nine together instead of driving them apart.

And there is Neji, missing out on freedom by chance and inches. With victory in his stance and defeat in his blood. The truth: Hizashi lost that day. The truth: Neji is powerful. The truth: Neji is genetically both Hiashi's nephew and son, and Hiashi's own children pale in comparison to his (fettered) skill. The truth: Neji exists in a grey space, too close to the Main House to be truly Branch House to its other members. The truth: if Hiashi could find it in him to bend, Neji would be the heir and Hinata the Branch House member and everyone knows it.

Neji nearly beats Hinata to death in the chuunin exams. Hinata doesn't feel brave or strong then. She doesn't even feel afraid, afraid of what her failure will mean or of the death hanging above her head. She's just Hinata, tired. But here is the problem: Hinata, tired, is a different girl compared to Hinata, awake. And she's tired of everything very suddenly– all of it! Everything the Hyuuga were and are and will be! She tired of her father and her sister and even especially Neji, who is hurting her as if it will change anything while preaching that fate is unshakable.

A seemingly unrelated piece of information: Hinata is teammates with Inuzuka Kiba and Akamaru both. She spends as much time as possible with her teammates instead of her family. The Inuzuka haven't put away the futon Hinata borrows during sleep-overs for months. So: Hinata sleeps in the den of dogs.

So: Hinata, tired, bites.

Hinata has to be taken to the hospital in the end, half her body broken and her ribs puncturing her lungs. But Neji goes to the hospital too. He has large gash in the side of his head, his shoulder looks mauled and part of his left ear is missing. Neji cut her hair with deliberately aimed kunai in the beginning of their match, to humiliate and shame her. When Hinata is dragged to the hospital, there are long strands of hair on the ground along with hers. Neji cut Hinata's hair with deliberate action and precise aim. Hinata bit her cousin to the bone and ripped his hair out.

In another world, a month later Uzumaki Naruto would bring down Neji's view of unshakable fate. In this one, Neji considers the facts: He was always going to win, he who was strong and Hinata who was not. But another fact: Neji is in the hospital with bite marks that the doctors in the hospital won't use medical ninjutsu on in fear of exacerbating the bacteria found in human saliva. They will take months to heal fully and leave thick, raised scar tissue in their wake. The fact: Hinata was always going to lose. The truth: if he was just a moment slower, if she had bitten two inches to the left and one up– Neji would have lost. He would have died, bled out from a punctured throat, just like she would have died if she had been an inch to the right, from the strike he had prepared to snap her spine.

Neji considers fate in his hospital room. Hinata considers stagnation in hers.

The fate of the Hyuuga clan shifts by inches and chance.

[sugamamacustard]

Please don’t let me go

Pairing:  Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, NSFW

Request: HIII my favourite author!!! Happy new year 💜. Wishing you a very happy 2021. Ok sooo i got a scenario In mind. You don't have to write it if you don't want to Reader (half wolf/half omega, and if you don't write half wolf, then omega) in a pack (maybe like you know joint nekoma, fukorodani and karasuno but it's ok if you don't write that, only nekoma then in case) where their pack hasn't exactly accepted them, they're very cold with her. Reader , who has madly been in love with kuroo (cuz I'm such a kuroo lover) for very long, doesn't mind and continues to take care of everyone, making sure their ok and basically like having a soft sweet motherly attitude despite how they treat reader. But at one point reader is just fed up and feels very hurt, thinking they hate them and blames themselves. They also have to keep seeing kuroo bring in other girls for his heat and that Hurts them a lot. So reader thinks they never needed them and slowly stops contacting them. That's when everyone realises they fucked up and tried to find them but they can't. Until one day reader comes to practice and says their joining another pack and apologies for not being enough and all, how would the pack and kuroo, who loves them, stop them, apologize and make it up with them? Angst to fluff, and if you want idk if you write it but nsfw. You don't have to write it ofc! It's just a quick scenario that came to my mind. Please ignore this if you don't want to write it, and sorry if it's too specific and long 🥺

Summary:   You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Author’s Note: I’m your favorite 🥺 🥺 Happy new year babes!  And I was reading this, and I just kept getting more and more ideas and began writing it right away Hope you enjoy!

Requests: Open!

Keep in Mind! This heavily based off of my Dragon/Shifter! AU from my mainblog! (@Angstyclowns) . The long short of it, is that Shifters have three forms. The first, is completely human. Though the person still has some attributes (Better sight, smell, hearing, etc.) they don’t have any visible features. The second form gives the shifter about half of their features. Tails, ears, wings, fangs, things like that. The third is the “full form”. This is a full dragon, wolf, cat, dog, etc.. You aren’t able to talk in this form, but you do have full control of your actions. I can go into more depth in this AU! if you all want, be sure to let me know!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ The Fukorodani pack was big. Huge maybe. 

➵ It was made up of three different, smaller, packs that had combined for both numbers and power. Karasuno, (the namesake) Fukorodani, and Nekoma. 

➵ You were originally apart of Fukorodani, only really close with Akaashi and Bokuto and had yet to get close with anyone else. 

➵ You still cared for them though. 

➵ You prepped meals in the morning, making enough for everyone. 

➵ Made sure you always had band-aids just in case.

➵ You took the role of pack omega well. 

➵ But people still seemed to hold you at an arms length. 

➵ You at first brushed it off, as they were getting used to being in such a big pack, but as they got more comfortable with Bokuto and Akaashi, you began to feel this sense of unease. 

➵ It was obvious they didn’t trust you, but you couldn’t quite place why. 

➵ It soon got to the point where even Akaashi and Bokuto were spending less and less time with you. 

➵ Your omega was hurt and you felt completely deserted. 

➵ You had no idea what was happening. Did you do something wrong?

➵ You didn’t think so. You just did what you always did. Maybe you were too clingy. 

➵ Too overbearing. 

➵ Yeah, that was it. Right? 

➵ Too much too soon. 

➵ So you slowly began pulling away. You stopped making breakfast (Staying in your nest and feigning being asleep when Akaashi or Suga would come check up on you.). 

➵ Stopped carrying medical supplies. Which hurt at first when Hinata or Noya would excitedly ask you for a cartoon printed band-aid, but immediately frowned when you said you didn’t have any.

➵ You just stopped...caring? 

➵ You went on runs a lot more, staying out later and later and leaving earlier and earlier. There were days when no one saw you at all-- Bokuto ending up crying on those days, almost as if his alpha knew you were pulling away. 

➵ He would make an effort to spend the next day with you but then the process would just repeat itself. He’d be gone with Kuroo for days, weeks on end and you were stuck alone one more time. 

➵ “We always have an opening.” Daishou hummed, stretching his arms out as his forked tongue wiggled between his lips. Your tail swiped behind you as your ears fell back. “We could use a wolf like you. Strong legs, strong jaw, good looks-” 

➵ “Don’t.” You sighed, wrapping your tail around your waist and wringing it gently with your hands. “I appreciate the offer, but I- I can’t. I just-”

➵ “I get it. It’s that damned cat, yeah?” The olive haired alpha smirked, playing with one of his scaled fingers. He chuckled at your red cheeks, licking his teeth all the while.  

➵ It was not secret that you fell for the Pack alpha of Nekoma, Kuroo, quickly. Though Daishou (A snake shifter that you ran into during one of your all day runs) didn’t approve of the crush, he didn’t interfere with it. He respected it, in fact, encouraging it on days he felt good. 

➵ You could honestly say Daishou was one of your closest friends at the moment. He always allowed you into his territory, his pack supporting and loving you all the while. 

➵ He had offered to let you join his pack, in fact, but you turned him down. You were tied with Fukorodani, with Akaashi, with Bokuto. They were your family.

➵ Whether or not they saw you the same way, that was how you saw them. 

➵ Your inner omega kept reminding you that Daishou was also your family. 

➵ You suppose the final straw was seeing Kuroo laughing with some random Beta girl. She smelled like cheap perfume, making you reel. You merely watched as he kissed her neck, nipping her ear, quickly taking her to his room. His rut was around the corner so you knew what was going on. 

➵ Didn’t mean you had to like it though. 

➵ Maybe like a rebellious teenager, this kicked off that side you had been hiding.

➵ Instead of disappearing for a day every few weeks, you disappeared for days, one right after the other. You would pop in for a change of clothes, shift into your wolf and you were gone. 

➵ You were strategic about it too. You made sure one person saw you enter, just to assure everyone else you were alive. You made sure they were far enough away they couldn’t catch you even if they shifted-- which most did. They tried to talk to you, just once.

➵ But you had routes made in the deep of night to get you out of sight, running through water to get rid of your scent, just doing everything to make you disappear. 

➵ And slowly, but surely, Daishou and his pack began considering you their omega, just as you began forgetting about the Fukorodani pack. 

➵ Everyone on the other side just got worse though. More often than not, meals were either ordered in or skipped all together. Alphas snapped on each other, Betas snarled in retaliation, omegas were hissing and closing in. 

➵ While Bokuto and Akaashi were expected to be the worst of this all, they weren’t. While they growled and hissed and snapped, they didn’t snarl. They were recluse and kept away, looking for you day in and day out instead. 

➵ The worst of all was Kuroo. He snarled and snapped, baring his teeth at anyone who crossed his path. That beta girl? She ran out a week ago, bleeding from her hand because Kuroo had bitten her for touching him when he told her to go away. 

➵ Even Kenma had been on the receiving end of a near-close call, making everyone turn their attention to what his issue was. 

➵ They only got their answer on one of the few short trips you made back. You smelled heavily like the territory next door, so much so they could smell it from your room while you were re-packing your bag. 

➵ Your nest had been dismantled and one of the several blankets in there was folded and you began putting it into your bag, only for Kuroo to slam open your door. 

➵ You chirped in surprise, crawling back from the seething alpha. He was angry, you could tell, and you didn’t want to get in his way. 

➵ You bowed your head, quickly zipping up your bag before making your way to the window. 

➵ You couldn’t deal with him right now. Not with your feelings, not with his anger. You just couldn’t. 

➵ “Where the fuck are you going?” He hissed, stomping to your window and shutting it before you could crawl through. 

➵ “I- I don’t- Just-”

➵ He stopped you, sniffing your neck. “You smell like him.”

➵ “Who’s him?”

➵ “That fucking snake! Who else?!” Teeth are dragged dangerously down your neck, making you shudder. “What the fuck are you doing near him?”

➵ “Dai-”

➵ “Don’t fucking say his name. Answer the question. Why were you near him?! His pack?! We are right here. We’re your pack. Not them.” He sounded close to exploding,  making you whine as you withdrew. 

➵ He ran a hand through his hair as he paced in front of you. “Were we not good enough? Huh? You needed another pack? WHY WEREN’T WE GOOD ENOUGH?!” 

➵ You didn’t realize it, but you began shaking, slowly drawing in on yourself, trying to seem as small as possible. 

➵ You didn’t want to make the alpha angry. Why was he so angry? 

➵ “Tell me!” Looking up, you hiccupped as tears began streaming down your face, Kuroo having his own tears dripping down his cheeks. “Why wasn’t I good enough?”

➵ He collapsed in front of you, hands yanking on his hair. 

➵ And while you were hesitant, you slowly crept closer. He was shaking his head by the time you got close enough to hear him whispering “Please don’t leave.” Making your heart and omega whine. 

➵ “I-” You stopped. What was there to say? All of a sudden he wanted you here? Where was he the past however many weeks? 

➵ You wanted to scream at him. Turn and leave through the window anyway. 

➵ Leave this pack, and Kuroo, behind. 

➵ “Don’t leave me. I don’t care about the rest of them-- maybe Kenma-- but don’t leave me. Please. I can’t handle- I can’t handle not seeing you everyday. I thought I could. I thought I could fill the void with meaningless flings, but they couldn’t even touch me before I was aching for you. “ He was sobbing now, tears dripping down his cheeks. 

➵ You hesitantly wrapped an arm around his shoulder, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. He held you tightly, refusing to let you slip through his fingers as he almost had. 

➵ “I-I don’t- I don’t know what you want from me anymore, Kuroo. I-I tried staying, and that didn’t work. I tried leaving, and that didn’t work either. I don’t want to leave but I can’t stay. I’m so touch starved and I can’t keep living like this!” You cried out, frustrated with all the mixed signals around you. 

➵ What did your pack want from you?

➵ “We’ll fix it! I swear, I’ll fix it myself. I swear on my life. I’ll fix it. Fix myself. Make myself that alpha you deserve. Please.”

➵ You said nothing. Only allowing him to hold you close. 

___NSFW___

➵ “Tetsuro!” You squealed, laughing as soft kisses were laced down your thighs. 

➵ “Kitten~” He responded, suckling a hickey right near your cunt. 

➵ You were wearing nothing but his sweatshirt and he was rabid seeing you, his pretty omega all nice and ready for him. 

➵ And his cock. 

➵ Sitting up, he pulled you onto his thighs with a swift movement, making you laugh once more.

➵ He smirked down at you once you calmed down, pressing a sweet peck to your lips, making you hum with satisfaction. 

➵ His hands trailed under his shirt to rest on your hips, keeping you close to him. You seemed so ethereal, sitting in the light that filtered through the window-- oranges and reds highlighting your body.

➵ “I love you. I love you so much.” He huffed, leaning his forehead onto yours, feeling the heat of your smile against his lips. 

➵ “I love you too, Tetsuro.” Another peck was pressed to his lips. 

➵ His heart felt so full, having you in his arms, having you in his grasp. He just couldn’t let you go. 

➵ He had almost done that once. 

➵ But he would never make the same mistake again. 

___

His cock dragged slowly out of your walls, sending shocks of pleasure and sensation wavering through your body as you shuddered. It wasn’t often you got to see the slow and sensual side of Tetsuro-- the one that would kiss your bond mark, the one that would tear up as he spilled praise after praise into your ear, the one that would hold a hand on your chest just to feel your thundering heartbeat only to pull your hand up to feel his own, which was just as bad--but when you did it left you  just breathless as he always did. There were days when you just needed this side and he always picked up on that, but some days he needed the solace he got with it as well. 

You’d always enable it, purring and whispering your own praises to him, kissing his temples when his emotions bubbled far to quickly for him to properly absorb, spilling over.  

It was times like this, when his forehead rested against your shoulder, did you feel closest. His pants were hot against your already flushed skin, adding already to your sensitive body. 

Running a hand through his hair, you waited for him to give you an indicator of what he wanted. What he needed from you at that very moment. 

When he didn’t move it hit you. He just wanted you close. To keep you close. To remind himself you were still there. To remind himself he won the war. He won you. He finally got the queen to his kingdom. The one he wanted from the star. 

And you would indulge him, running your both your hands through his hair and holding him close.  Even if you pretended not to feel the happy tears falling onto your shoulder. 

____

Soft sex Kuroo had me  🥺 🥺 

[cooliogirl101]

I saw your sunshine au and Uchiha Hisana au and I find it really amusing how it seems that as an Uchiha, Hisana is more sisterly towards Sasuke but as a Hyuga, Hisana is lowkey Sasuke's bully in non-massacre version lmao. Can I see more of sunshine au with Hisana's sass towards Sasuke, and him, always falling for it or get easily provoked? NGL, but sassy Hisana is really enjoyable in all aus especially in whatever body she's in. Thank you for taking your time to answer!

Not really a bully, more like...cheerfully annoying big sister figure lol. In her defense, messing with Sasuke is a lot of fun :P

He looked to the right. He looked to the left. The corridors were completely free of people, no one in sight.

So far, so good.

Sasuke took a deep breath, centering himself. There was a window straight in front of him, just twenty feet ahead, cracked open, curtains swaying tantalizingly in the breeze. He was so close to freedom he could taste it.

"Now or never," he muttered to himself before making a break for it.

"Not so fast," the Voice of his Nightmares said from behind him, right before he felt an invisible string around his left ankle jerk taut. An arm caught him right before he face-planted into the floor, and he looked up to see Hyuuga Hinata smirking at him, an amused glint in her eyes.

"You know, for an Uchiha, your situational awareness is kind of crap," she said conversationally, pulling him to his feet and ignoring his half-hearted attempts to shake her off. He scowled at her.

"My situational awareness is fine. You're just creepily good at sneaking up on people," he grumbled.

"Call it a talent of mine," Hinata said, not bothering to deny it. "Not that you made it difficult for me," she added, with a pointed glance at the cast covering his right leg. "Trying to sneak out of the hospital when you can barely walk-- this really isn't your brightest moment, is it?"

"What are you even doing here? I thought you didn't work Wednesdays," he complained, choosing to ignore that last part.

"Aww, you memorized my shift schedule? How sweet," she teased, poking him in the cheek. Sasuke scowled harder, feeling his face heat up, and turned his head away. "You're right though, I normally don't work in the hospital on Wednesdays. But with Sakura out on a mission, I figured I'd stop by and keep you company."

Sasuke glared at her.

"I don't need a babysitter," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"No, you don't," Hinata agreed, almost causing Sasuke to trip again out of surprise. "I, however, need someone to rant about the latest release of The Samurai's Lover Chronicles to, and since you're conveniently unable to run away at the moment, I've decided to volunteer you for the job." She smiled widely at him, grip tightening on his arm. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to catch you up on the first three books first so you're not lost."

"Don't look at me like that, they're really not that bad," she added. "Who knows? Maybe you'll even pick up a thing or two about romance."

Sasuke gave her a long-suffering look.

"You're punishing me, aren't you? This is my punishment for trying to escape."

"Don't be so dramatic, this is just one friend catching another friend up on her hobbies and interests, which happen to include trashy romance novels," Hinata replied.

"Yeah, right. This is a hostage situation," Sasuke grumbled.

"Tomato, tomahto," she responded, before pulling out a book from what Sasuke was pretty sure was some alternate pocket dimension that existed solely to make Sasuke's life more difficult. "Now, let me give you some background first, because otherwise you'll be completely lost."

"And what a tragedy that would be," he snarked. "Also, what you said before doesn't even make sense, because 'tomato' and 'tomahto' are completely different. Who the fuck even pronounces it 'tomahto' in the first place--"

"I do, that's who," Hinata retorted.

"Since when?" Sasuke asked, just to be difficult.

A muscle in Hinata's cheek twitched.

"Since now. For example: The tomahtos sure are ripe today. I'll take a basket of tomahtos. I'm going to shove a tomahto down your throat if you don't shut up and let me get on with the story," she said, tone shifting from 'annoyed' to 'imminent threat' in a matter of seconds.

Sasuke shut up.

[amjustagirl]

Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!)

feat. Tsukkishima Kei 

requested for by @animestheticz (hope you enjoy it bb!) 

Previously:

Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro.

Masterlist link here

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 2k

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Hogwarts AU, Tsukkishima / Reader

A/N: Any other characters you’d like to see? Send me an ask! 

(happy to do any characters other than Kenma / Hinata / Tendo - I don’t trust myself to do them justice!)

Oh and this is just shameless advertisement for my other fic - but I’m also writing a multi chapter fic based off Your Name / Kimi No Nawa featuring Akaashi Keiji (i.e. a bodyswap AU featuring our favourite Tokyo pretty boy). Check it out here!

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“P-please? Just this once?’ Yachi begs, fingers gripping your sleeve like a vice. 

You’re sorely tempted to refuse her ridiculous request, but you can’t bring yourself to. This is Yachi Hitoka, your best friend, though currently she’s a nervous wreck fretting over her first date with Yamaguchi Tadashi. The sweet, freckled Hufflepuff chaser has finally worked up the courage to act on his painfully obvious crush on Yachi - both veritable balls of sunshine, so sweet and anxious and caring that you can’t imagine a better match. 

So you don’t understand why on earth you’re being asked to tag along on a double date with one Tsukkishima Kei. 

It’s not that you dislike the guy – far from it. You’ve had a crush on him yourself ever since Yachi started hanging around Yamaguchi in your third year, sucking you and Tsukkishima have been sucked into their orbit, reluctant moons revolving around twin suns. But you’ve tucked it away since Tsukkishima doesn’t seem to have an interest in anyone at all – in fact, half the time his snarky replies and cold silences make you think he barely tolerates Yamaguchi as a friend, let alone yourself. 

Still, refusing Yachi is tantamount to kicking an injured puppy, so you swallow your reservations and agree. 

‘Thank you!’ Yachi cheers. ‘We’ll have fun, I promise!’ 

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It’s summer, and your blouse is sticking to your back as you dash through Diagon Alley. Tsukkishima and Yamaguchi are already waiting in front of Flourish & Botts, the former barely even granting you a nod, though he does give you the courtesy of removing his headphones, while Yamaguchi bounces on the balls of his feet to greet you cheerfully. 

‘Woah there Yamaguchi – keep your enthusiasm for your date’, you joke, and he grins back at you.  And he does – stuttering and blushing as Yachi arrives. Yachi herself is no better – you swear you can hear her teeth chatter as she greets all of you, though she beams when Yamaguchi presents her with a small posy of flowers with clammy hands. 

‘They’re cute’, you remark to Tsukkishima as you walk beside him on the way to the first stop -  Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. 

‘Mm’, he responds, his face blank. 

You know he doesn’t suffer fools – worse still, talkative ones, so you fall silent until you reach the ice cream store. To your surprise, he pulls the chair out for you, and accepts your offer to share a cup of ice cream with you, a tilt to his lips when you automatically order a strawberry shortcake sundae – it’s his favourite after all. 

Yachi and Yamaguchi seem to have gotten over their initial shyness, chatting up a storm in their own little world. You’re excluded, as you expected, but you’re glad for their sakes. 

‘Excited about the last year of school?’ 

You glance up from your melting sundae, surprised that Tsukkishima is the first to break and initiate a conversation. From your interactions with him, he’s deliberate and methodical in his thoughts and words, so you take a few beats to formulate a response. 

‘Yes and no, really’, you answer honestly. 

He raises a thin blonde eyebrow, wordlessly beckoning you to elaborate. 

‘I’m excited for our classes, the syllabus seems really interesting this year’, you say, wincing at how desperately nerdy you sound – but you’re a hopeless Ravenclaw, and advanced Arithmancy and Astronomy excites you. ‘But it’s scary isn’t it – knowing that it’s our last year, and having to make all those important decisions that are going to affect us, years down the road?’ 

He hums thoughtfully. ‘I get that’, he responds, hands steepled under his chin. ‘I’m deciding between doing further studies in magical history and going pro – just for a few more years. But I know no matter what decision I end up making, I’ll probably end up second guessing myself’. 

‘Why can’t you do both?’ you find yourself saying before you can stop yourself. His brow furrows a notch. ‘You’re great at both, and I can’t see why you can’t as long as you put your mind to it’. 

You cringe at your cheesiness, expecting him to snark at you for your Hufflepuff-like optimism the way he does with Yamaguchi, but you’re surprised once again when he mutters a quiet ‘thanks’, a flush high in his cheeks, and then asks -  ‘And what about you?’ 

You wonder if he’s merely being polite, but his tone is serious, and his eyes are intently focused on you, so you tell him about your plans of taking on further studies in Arithmancy, perhaps even enroll in a Muggle university to study Mathematics for a semester or two, before working in Gringotts. The goblins may be archaic in their beliefs about the magical world, but their application of mathematics is extremely advanced. 

‘It suits you’, he comments. You want to ask him what he means by that, but Yachi pipes up from across the table.  

‘If you’re done with your ice cream, do you guys want to check out the magical menagerie? Yamaguchi’s going to get a cat!’ 

Before you can agree, Tsukkishima tells Yachi and Yamaguchi to go on ahead, drolly reminding them that they’re on a date, and they should go spend some quality time together. So they head off with wide smiles, shoulders bumping. They’re so sweet together it almost makes your teeth ache. Well, at least you’ve been dismissed as their reluctant chaperone, and you’re about to wish Tsukkishima a polite farewell when he taps your shoulder. 

‘Let’s go check out Flourish & Botts. I’m sure you have books you want to check out’. 

You blink – because you do, but you don’t expect Tsukkishima to accompany you, let alone be the one seeking out your company. He doesn’t even wait for your assent before he sets off, and you have to jog to keep up with the pace his long legs set. Thankfully, he notices you’re still lagging behind and slows down, though he teases dryly – ‘you know, at the rate you’re walking, I’m not sure we’ll get there before sundown’. 

You pointedly look up at the sun, still high in the sky, before levelling an unimpressed glare at him. He only smirks in response – and you’re so flustered by how attractive his expression is that you nearly trip over the threshold to Flourish & Botts. He catches you with a steady hand to your elbow – and now your heart is fluttering – is this how Yachi is like all the time? If so, you should really cut her some slack – the thoughts crowding your mind so distracting that you hardly hear Tsukkishima call your name in concern until he shakes your shoulder gently. 

‘Are you alright?’ Tsukkishima repeats, with a frown. 

‘Y-yes’, you reply, cursing your traitorous heart again. He doesn’t look like he believes you, insistently pushing you towards an empty couch. 

He clicks his tongue. ‘Don’t move’ he orders, before he disappears, probably to get the books he has his eyes on.  

You sink into the cushions, resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands in embarrassment. An hour spent in his presence and you’ve already turned back into a lovesick fool. You’ve told yourself countless times to just get over your silly crush on him already because it’s not going to do you any good. 

Yamaguchi’s complained to you and Yachi countless times about girls asking him if Tsukkishima is single, but you don’t see him taking an interest in anyone at all – spending all his time instead in the library and on the Quidditch pitch. 

He’s the stone faced beater from Ravenclaw. People wonder sometimes if ice flows in his veins – but they don’t see the determined set of his jaw when he’s ploughing through homework and assignments because he knows he’s going to have to spend the whole day in training the next day, the glint of satisfaction in his eyes whenever he wins a match or scores a good grade, the patience he expends tutoring Yamaguchi (along with Hinata and Kageyama) in Ancient Runes – 

Oh Merlin. You’re a hopeless case. 

 You jump when he returns and drops into a seat beside you. 

‘Oi, what’s wrong with you’, he mutters a tad scornfully, though he drops the book you were eyeing onto your lap. 

‘N-nothing. T-thanks!’ you answer, internally cursing yourself for even picking up Yachi’s speech patterns. 

Get it together. You’re not a fool. 

He hums, browsing his own book. 

It’s pleasant spending an afternoon in a nook reading books. It’s not so pleasant when your heart palpitates every single time his knee grazes yours - and if you shift just a tiny bit to the left you’re pressing against his side and - oh 

‘Are you sure you’re ok?’ he asks, frowning again, when he notices you’ve been reading the same page for the past fifteen minutes. 

‘F-fine’, you stammer, warmth flooding your cheeks when he leans his face dangerously close to yours, bringing his palm to brush against your forehead. 

‘Your temperature’s fine’, he mutters, but he doesn’t pull away – and oh gosh, you’re so close you can count every single lash on his eyes, your traitorous heart causing you to drown in the quiet concern in his eyes – and oh - 

You’re not quite sure who makes the first move because your eyes flutter close, your nose bumps against his and you feel his chapped lips against yours for a split second before he pulls away. 

You open your eyes. 

Did that truly happen? 

Judging from the blank expression on his face, the past few seconds were probably just a fever dream. But there are signs that cool, quiet Tsukkishima isn’t his usual self - a flush creeping up the back of his neck, his fingers gripping the pages of the book so tightly it starts to crinkle.  

‘What was that?’ you blurt out, confused. 

‘What was what?’ Though his voice remains calm and collected, his flush has traveled all the way to the very tips of his ears. 

‘Nothing’, you answer, dropping your eyes back to the open book on your lap, your mind in a whirl. Surely you didn’t imagine that, right? Did you just - did he just - wait, you’re confused again, what’s going on? 

Your thoughts are interrupted by elegant, long fingers slotting between your own. ‘Silly’ he mutters, but there’s a fond twist to his lips and a softness in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. 

‘I’m pretty sure I’m not the only silly one here’, you respond, in a sudden swell of confidence, though your pulse is sending tremors down your spine, your breath catching in your throat. ‘I’m pretty sure you’re the silly one too’. You curl your fingers over his and lean into his side. 

He hums diffidently. ‘I guess it might seem that way’. 

You both share a shy smile. 

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Yachi is smug when you confess to her later that Tsukkishima - no - Kei asked you out as he walked you home that evening. 

‘I told you that we’d have fun!’, she says, grinning cheek to cheek. Then she starts rambling on and on about future double dates with her and Yamaguchi in Madame Puddifoots, where you can share couple sundaes and steaming mugs of hot chocolate - wouldn’t that be wonderful? 

You resist the urge to tell her that Kei has sworn off any future double dates - let alone at the white and pink lace bedazzled monstrosity of a cafe, and his suggestion of a quiet afternoon spent at his favourite bookshop cafe sounds far more inviting to you. 

You’ll let Yamaguchi break the news to her later, on a more appropriate date.  

Instead you just smile to yourself, thinking of the quiet affection in his voice as he wished you farewell, and the suppressed delight in his eyes when you called his name just as he was about to turn away and surprised him by pulling him down to you and pressing your lips to his cheek. 

Yachi’s right. You did have fun after all. 

[empress-simps]

Strangers (five)

▪︎Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuroo x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Akaashi Keiji and Hinata Shoyo x Kageyama

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem!Reader]

▪︎Alternate Universe: Soulmate Au!

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Warnings: Language

▪︎Synopsis: Finding out your soulmate rejected the bond to be with someone else feels terrible

Note: Woooh our boi Kuroo entered the scene! I also read your comments saying y'all are on team kuroo XD anyways, you're in luck since there will be more snippets for Kuroo.

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It seems like everything was going downhill when the training camp ended.

Bokuto is tired. Mentally and physically.

The usual training he does seems too exhausting, arguing with Akaashi has been tough and his brain can't even decipher what his math teacher is saying right now.

All he could think of is you.

Bokuto rubbed his eyes, hoping he doesn't get called to solve infront. He hardly got any sleep last night since he spent the whole evening arguing with akaash which led to him sleeping at his parent's house.

And to top it all off, what Konoha said to him last week didn't sat right with him.

"After you and L/n talked, I saw Kuroo leading her into one of the spare rooms, seems pretty interesting to me."

He gritted his teeth, he should stop thinking about you, but he stops and some form of realization sort of settled in him.

Is this how the universe is punishing him right now?

Bokuto forced the thought in the corner of his mind, he just needs to clear out his head for a bit.

What am I feeling...?

"Akaashi! Set for me!"

Akaashi felt like he was in a trance, it took a few tries for his team mates to snap him out of it. Every few seconds he would glance back to the entrance to see if his boyfriend will come practice.

"Maybe he's just late."

He tried to reassure himself, since it was normal for his lover to be late by a few minutes. Konoha raised his brows and gave Akaashi a questioning look.

"Didn't Bo tell you?"

Akaashi felt his heart rate speed up as he asked anxiously, "What?" He bit his lip, already not liking the feeling of unease settling on his stomach.

"Bo said he'll stay for a couple of days in Miyagi."

Talking to Kuroo... feels actually nice.

Even if you get fed up with his nerdy antics, you won't deny that he already got a special place in your heart.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" You heard him complain on the speaker of your phone as you twirled a lock of your hair absent mindedly.

"What do you expect me to do? I just finished a ridiculously hard exam, my brain needs to take a breather." You snorted as you can hear the Nekoma captain sigh.

"You know that I could've helped you right?"

Hinata and Kageyama looked at you with curious looks as you tried to shoo them away. "Go do loved dovey things to each other."

"You're always on your phone! We wanna hang out with you!" Hinata pouted as he tugged your sleeve.

"I guess that's my cue to leave." Kuroo said, resulting a light chuckle to leave your lips. "I guess so too.. Talk to you later?"

Kuroo hummed, a smile plastered on his face as he talked to you on the other end of the line. "Of course."

"Bye." You said as you hanged up, although it was probably best that you shouldn't have since now you can't escape the teasing and questions that are about to come.

"You like her."

Kenma stated, Kuroo tried to fight off the smile that threatens to make it's way on his face. "How come?"

"I can tell. Now dom't bother me, I ahve to beat this boss." Kenma mumbled as the whirrs of his electronic device gets louder. Kuroo could only sigh and looked at him fondly.

"Goodluck."

Kenma snorted, eyes not leaving the console in his hand "I should say the same to you. If this is going to be like your-"

"It wont be." Kuroo cutted his friend off, a firm tone clearly evident in his voice. Kenma only gave a hum as he managed to finally defeat the boss which made him look to his bestfriend.

"You know that's Bokuto's soulmate right?"

Kuroo let out a scoff, a scornful expression making it's way on his face, "Was, Kenma. Bokuto treated her like shit." Kenma only raised a brow in response and decided to leave the conversation at that. Getting Kuroo worked up was not in one of his to-do-lists anyway.

"Shoyo, slap me right now."

Hinata gave you an incredelous look, "Why would I do that?!" He spluttered while Kageyama agreed alongside him.

"Because I see someone who looks eerily simliar to Bokuto Koutaro running to us."

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[tamagochiie]

soulmate au

synopsis. where the haikyuu bois can hear when their soulmate is singing (whether it be in another universe or theirs)

character roster. oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, kenma kozume, kuroo tetsuroo, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tedashi, sugawara koushi, daichi sawamura, hinata shoyo, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji 

genre. fluff

a/n. this has been in my drafts for over a month now, and i really wanted to write this properly after finishing up my finals... i saw a lot of tiktoks about this and i was  i n s t a t n l y  hooked. 

oikawa tooru —> it happens during his high at the final moments of the game; breaths ragged as sweat drips down from his face, the crowd chanting his name when he sends the ball flying over to the opposing court. his ego is flying dangerously close to the sun when the quiet hum of your voice has him jolt in place—feet completely glued to the floor. he'll try to brush it off and try to focus back on the game at hand, but there's a thrum of excitement in his chest when he hears you loud and clear.  

its a moment he's been waiting for, but out of all times, why now? his eyes will sweep through the bleachers, hoping to see that you might be close by, but the poor boy's out of luck. even more so, when the buzzer screeches in the stadium does oikawa gravitate back to reality, your singing no longer ringing in head does he realize he's cost the whole team their winning point. 

iwaizumi hajime  —> he's in the middle of a nap during lunch, ignoring his friends who're eating by his side; oikawa's persistent chattering drowns out the noise in the classroom. so he gets up and leaves, knowing full well he'll never be able to get the peace he deserves if he stays a minute longer. 

he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to subside his headache as he stumbles down the hall to look for a place to sleep. he'll eventually make a home out of a creaky wooden bench just outside the art room, settling uncomfortably on the fragile wood.

he'll miss it at first, thinking you were just one of the girls passing by. actually, he misses it completely by assuming it as such. but he doesn't mind it as it helps him fall asleep; he makes mental note to find you, making the mistake of assuming you're not anywhere else except here.

kenma kozume —> "who the fuck is singing?" is what kenma hisses as he clicks away, harshly pressing down on the keys in a switch motion. his lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed into a deep line as the screen of his computer ; he's been streaming for hours with kuroo and levi.

kenma is not a believer of soulmates, and the boy dreaded the moment he'd have to hear your voice uninvitingly taking up room in the space he felt the safest: his head. as you sing to the top of your lungs, enjoying the high of a chorus, unbeknownst to you the effect it had on the poor gamer boy who had all the hours he spent playing go to waste, he's just been given more reason to hate you than to love you.

kuroo tetsuro —> a smile creeps across his lips when he hears you sing, setting his textbook down before he slumps against the wooden backrest of his chair. he's been wondering when he'd hear from you; he always made sure he was in a quiet space so he'd hear you loud and clear. he flutters his eyes shut, craning his head back as his body eases to the sound of your voice. you weren't the best singer, but to kuroo you were the sweetest sound he could ever hear.

tsukishima kei —> he has a sharp tongue, but who would've thought there'd be a day when he'd open his mouth to fire insults at certain blueberry boy only to have nothing—not even a crack in his voice—slip out. his mouth goes dry instantly as he stands there dumbfounded as  yamaguchi. somehow, the oh-so golden crown that usually rests well atop tsukki's head has fallen to the gentle sound of your singing.

though tsukki had always placed himself in a pedestal, looking down on other from where he stood, there was always a lingering insecurity that he'd never get a soulmate in this lifetime—or in any lifetime. so when he hears your voice in his head, there's a twinge of hope in his heart at the thought there's someone meant for him.

yamaguchi tadashi —>  he's blushing quite profusely, slapping his hand onto tsukki's mouth without giving the action as much as a thought as excitement overrides him, catching tsukki off guard. he can finally hear you, and he almost misses it if it weren't for his best friend's pride.

yamaguchi rests his eyes, fluttering them shut as he and his lanky friend stop in the middle of the hallway, not minding those who brush past him as he dwells in the sound of your voice.

"she's so beautiful," yamaguchi sighs, moving his hand off of tsukki's lips and onto his chest, "i wanna marry her."

"how can you say she's beautiful?" tsukki seethes, spitting away the salty aftertaste of his best friend's hand. "you haven't even seen her yet."

"with a voice like that, i already know she is."

sugawara koushi —> the amount of force he uses when he slaps his teammates on the back is the same amount of force that presses against his heart when he hears you singing, voice cracking ever so often as you try to reach the high notes. happy isn't a word he could describe the little pitter patter of feet squishing his stomach. happy is not a good enough word for sugawara to describe how he feels after finally getting to hear you sing.

she must really like this song, sugawara thinks to himself as mutes his teacher's chattering. he'll close his eyes, listening to you and your words carefully before scribbling the lyrics onto his notebook, keeping note to search the song later. it's a habit sugawara will eventually grow into every time he hears your voice, thinking he'll get to know you a bit better by listening to your favorite songs.

sugoi, he gasps in wonder, lips curving into a smile. its a soft ballad, foreign to his ears, but he'll mouth along to your singing and continue on with his jog.

daichi sawamura —> it happens in the middle of his morning jog while listening to music. he'll take off his earbuds, tapping against the plastic because he thinks his earphones one of his broken when your voice overlaps with the bands he's listening to. it takes him a while, but when he pauses his music, its only then does he realize what's going on.

hinata shoyo —> he sprints to kageyama, slapping him in the back while he's about to practice a toss, "i can hear her! i can hear her!" is what the sunshine boy screams, tugging onto the sleeve of his best friend as he hears your voice. "i can finally hear her!"

still clinging onto the material of kageyama's jersey, earning a grunt and a curse, hinata flutters his eyes shut and focuses on the sound of your voice. he doesn't understand the lyrics or the tune of the song you're singing, but its you—your voice that has his heart thumping against his ribcage, breaths hitching in his throat, drying his lips. the same high he rides in the middle of the game rises from the pit of his stomach and spreads a warm feeling across his chest.

and for the first time, the bright boy has something else to beam about other than a sport.

bokuto kotarou —>  his eyes dilate as his lips curve into a toothy grin, cheeks blushing a peachy color when he hears you, his soulmate, the one and only person he can finally call home. your voice isn't the prettiest nor is it the smoothest, but it belongs to the one he'll get call his—his whole world. he's spent his whole life imagining what it'll feel like when he hears you; maybe his hairs will stand on its ends, a tickle down his spine, or maybe he'll know what it feels like to forget how to breathe. But instead, he's learns what it means to be at peace, to feel the world turn beneath his feet as focuses on nothing but the sound of your voice.

he drops everything in his hands, his attention slipping away from the front of the class and onto you. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tuning out everything else as he listens to you stumbling over your words as you try to sing  properly.

cute, is the last thought bokuto spares before sinking back into his chair.

akaashi keiji —> its a small smirk that plays across this quiet boy's lips. there's a slight tug in his heart as his stomach folds into itself. the quiet mumble of your singing washes out the background noise of bokuto's shouting echoing the gym.  he shuts his eyes, fiddling with the ball in between his hands as he listens to you.

he'll bob his head to beat of your words, even humming a little once he's caught the tune. his teams watch him from the side, brows furrowed while a few mouths hang open. he looks strange, but akaashi is too invested in the moment he shares with you to think twice about what he might look like.

*i'm still not convinced that i can properly write my bbies from inarizaki, so until then, please bare with me hahu

[bunny-hoodlum]

Asynchronous With You: Chapter 2

ship: naruhina

rating: teen (maybe mature later)

tags:  Modern Day AU, Foster Siblings, Family, Angst, Unrequited Love, Poor Communication

summary: An awkward journey full of self-denial and missed moments between two foster siblings. Perhaps their love will find the right timing someday.

When Naruto and his playdate make it back to his place, there are no shoes in the genkan. He's got the apartment to himself just as promised.

He's starting to get nervous when he takes off his shoes and she bounds across the corridor, heading towards the living room.

A brow perks up as he follows after her and she's sitting prettily on the sofa, with her hand on the remote.

He walks up behind her and perches his elbows beside her head as she finds the program she was looking for.

One of those intense dramas with controlling parents and an abusive ex-boyfriend. Naruto dropped his head with a sigh. This is not what he thought was going to happen.

At the sound of her patting the spot beside her, he reluctantly agrees and plops down with his arms crossed and his spine limp. Already bored.

"I'm obsessed with these, so you're going to have to bear with it," she said almost seductively, like a Mistress withholding his reward after a bout of slow torture.

Suddenly the front door goes ker-chunk. A shock runs up his back and his arms tense around his middle. Head turned towards the entryway, he stares in disbelief as Hinata pads across the corridor. She nearly enters. The kitchen is behind them after all. But she freezes as his panicked expression and ducks down around the corner.

Naruto raises up, saying "I'm gonna take a piss."

"If you're escaping, I'm leaving."

"I'll be back, for real. I'll watch your show with you. But I really gotta leak," He hurried off and sharply rounded the right corner. He grabbed Hinata by her shoulders and hurried her down the corridor, hiding her behind his larger frame. They made it back to her room where he closed the door behind them. And then he looked up at Hinata's winded expression. "Thought you'd be at Cram."

"I,I was about to make us dinner," her voice shook breathlessly. His eyes dropped down to the grocery bags in both her hands. He could make out an extensive category of cup ramen brands and flavors through the semi-transparent plastic. The shape of the other bag was tented, a case of eggs weighing it down. "I didn't think you'd be happy with curry udon."

"I wasn't," He crossed her room, closing the space between them and he took the bag of ramen of from her. He eyed the goodies inside. Some favorites, some unknowns. Triple X Crawfish flavor? Carbonara? Squid Ink? He was already beginning to forget both his guest and his libido in favor the buffet right before him.

"I thought we could try them together." She bit her lip. Her with her hand free, she began to finger and twist the hem of her skirt. An action that was perilously similar to the vision he had when he imagined her in her panties.

The cloth-wringing was a subtle shift from her finger-poking days, but it was a tell nonetheless.

It must've put her off to find out there was a stranger home, even if he was the one that brought her in. She's still not very good around new people, and he thinks perhaps that pretty girls intimidate her too, (with special exceptions held out for Ino and Sakura). He literally just brought the enemy into her territory.

What to do, what to do?

Did it seem like he had a choice anymore? No way he could still get lucky with Hinata home.

Naruto grimaced as he did the only thing he could do. "Well, she said if I don't watch her show with her, she'll leave."

Hinata's shoulders visibly relaxed. They exchanged lopsided smiles as they hovered in the silence.

Taste-testing cup ramen with his foster sister. His mouth stretched wider at the notion, contentment and gratitude deepening a little further in his heart.

When was the last time they hung out together, anyways?

They passed the time talking like they used to do, only pausing when a rather violent ker-chunk rattled down the corridor.

Naruto grimaced as that girl's dual nature became more apparent to him. Kind of like someone he used to have a crush on.

Naruto stood up and reached his hand out to Hinata, grinning widely, teeth gleaming. "I think you might've saved me this time, Hinata."

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As they sampled and slurped each new flavor over dinner, sharing bites and commenting at which ones they liked best, Naruto remembered the one thing that's been weighing in the back of his mind. He remembered, because he was having fun, and there might come a day when he can't have fun with her like this.

"Where're you going for high school?" he asked.

Hinata slurped up the two noodles hanging daintily from her chopsticks before she put the cup down, her expression thoughtful. "Kurenai-san can't afford to give me the same education that she gave Neji, so my options are limited."

"What? That's not fair."

Hinata replied with a shrug and a smile. "It's not really fair on her, either. She just happened to be our next-door neighbor when it happened. She didn't have to take us in. And if she never knew us and what we were going through, she never would have. You could say we were lucky and she was unlucky--"

"If she really felt that way, then you wouldn't still be here and Neji wouldn't have seen graduation. The way you're thinking of it is completely wrong."

"Did you wish I hadn't come home?"

Naruto pulled back. "Huh?"

"Spending time with her may have been boring, but you were looking forward to something else. You can have the things you want when you don't have to share."

How did the conversation devolve like this? Where was all of this coming from?

"Hinata... Wherever you go, I'm going to go with you," As he said that, her head perked up, her wet eyes took him all in. "I think so, anyway. Everyone's staying here, so, I think I'd miss them a whole lot. I mean, making new friends is great and all, but I got a good thing going here. What about you?"

A chill inhabited her features, like she had just locked herself away in order to face him.

"I don't know."

"Aren't you in two clubs now that you're not deputy class rep anymore? What was it, bug-catching and dog grooming?"

Two interests that couldn't be more unrelated if it weren't for the fact that it was Hinata who was interested. She had that motherly nature about her. She loved to take care of things. Just like she chose to do now for him.

Hinata nodded lamely.

He slouched in chair, one arm draped over the back as he sighed in resignation. He wanted to hear words from her, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. He glanced in her direction and his dismay edged further into disappointment.

She kind of looked like Neji right now. Like back when him and Neji were bitter and small. Hinata looked like a blizzard raging inside a snow globe.

He has to stick close to her, make sure she's alright at all times. But right now, he was failing. Right now, he couldn't see what was attacking her.

AN: Oof, short-ass chapter. 1200 words. 😅 Felt like a good jumping off point though, I think it'd be good if the next chapter were from Hinata's perspective. I think I'll definitely combine this chapter and the first one into a single chapter for AO3 and FFN when this is all done.

btw I hate doing summaries. I always feel like I'll end up writing something completely different, rendering it all lies. Lies, I say! 😲

[m-y-fandoms]

Blood on Our Stage - Vampire Nagito Komaeda x Human Female Reader -Part 1 (Slight/Platonic Female Reader x Hajime Hinata)

So, this is an old fic I updated to fit these characters because I want to continue it :)

NEEDED CONTEXT FOR THIS AU: Hajime and Nagito are step brothers, (Y/N)/Reader is a human, Hajime and Nagito are vampires, and Hajime did indeed get into the Main Course at Hope’s Peak, for acting.

The paycheck… It's all about the paycheck...

   You took a deep breath, reassuring yourself for what seemed like the hundredth time that year… or that hour.

Smile, s-smile. Breathe, lean into him. It has to look real, (Y/N). God… it’s a whole new level of crackhead when you stutter to yourself in your thoughts.

 Dissociate. 

What are we having for dinner? How many more steps ‘til that damn egg hatches? If it’s another fucking Diglett I swear I’ll go apeshit. 

You shifted to your right, the most forced of grins creeping onto your cosmetic-plastered face. You let your head fall onto Hajime’s shoulder. Convincing right? Touching is convincing. Random gentle displays of affection are convincing... 

By this time, you were nearly blind from the flash of some fifty or so cameras in your face, anyway, so why not just pretend that the photographers and press were blind as well?

  Why not, why not?

 You pretended in every other aspect of your life.

"Isn't that right, (Y/N)?" Hajime’s voice shook you out of your trance, and you turned your head, letting go of his arm, which you had grabbed out of habit. His sparklingly white teeth - sharper than the average man's - gleamed down at you, and you felt that usual pang of fear run down your spine and chill your bones. Even attached to the gums of the sweetest boy on earth, you’d never get used to the sight.

It's all a show, (Y/N), a game. Pretend. "Fangs for the fans, and all that" 

How long would that farce last until people started to realize?

  What had Hajime said earlier that month? You retreated into yourself, thinking deeply, trying desperately to calm the anxiety that rose with at the sight of his flesh-tearing canines...

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"I can bare my fangs at interviews, photoshoots… you know, when the paparazzi are around. It’s what my dad wants,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Don't worry about it, (Y/N). Honestly, you freak out over the silliest things sometimes.” He ruffled your hair. “It will look like I'm dedicated to the role, or something like that… whatever. People will love it, trust me."

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But you never could. How could you? A monster with a secret, stupidly displaying that secret openly to the world? No… trusting meant removing little stones from that carefully built wall, which sub-sequentially meant getting hurt, and not just emotionally. You recited this mantra to yourself almost routinely; something you’d picked up from someone very close to your heart. Isn’t it funny how we steal little bits of personality from those we love most?

You knew Hajime just followed whatever his father commanded, that he’d do anything to feel like he mattered, that people cared. He’d done all this: the acting lessons, depending on daddy’s money, the unless studying and promoting himself, just to get into that stupid school and kickstart his illustrious career.

"Isn't that right, (Y/N)??" Hajime tenderly brought his hand up, stroking your shoulder awkwardly. The clench in his jaw, however, wasn't friendly at all. You couldn’t really blame him, though. He was doing it for your sake, after all. You had to get through this, and he knew he had to pull you through; everything depended on it.

How could this flock of idiots not tell the “chemistry” was forced???

"Uh… o-of course! Yeah!" You smiled, a fake chuckle escaping your lips, and the crowd of reporters and internet journalists roared in front of you. Of course they did… wasn't everything the disciplined and people-pleasing boy beside you said fucking hilarious? You sighed, returning your gaze to the mass of people below you as you and your leading man sat raised on a platform behind a pretentiously high table.

    Just let Hajime handle all the questions, you thought to yourself indifferently. You always did. They rarely directed them at you specifically, anyway. So much for your dream: to stun the world as an independent starlet, a crimson-hot femme fatale. It was always ‘Hinata Hajime’s doe-eyed leading lady!’, ‘Hajime’s little love interest!’, never ‘(Y/N) (L/N)... featuring Hajime Hinata!’ But... you were famous, and with no little chunk of change to boot… you should’ve been thankful… right?

So why weren’t you…?

  Your eyes scanned the faces before you, and you realized that you hadn't… really looked at them until now. Yes, the usual prolific online bloggers and huge theatre junkies were there, and Mr. Hinata of course. He wouldn't miss out on one of his company’s press meetings for the world, especially with his money-making beloved son in the spotlight. He was so anal, how could anything possibly go off without a hitch unless he was there?

You wondered if the girl next to him knew he was a ravenous monster as well, but thought better of it. Of course, she didn't know. You shouldn't have even known. But you did, and it plagued you every day of your life.

  Fuck... you just wanted to go back to your room and overthink in peace. It was embarrassingly uncomfortable to do so in public

Mr. Hinata sat sternly upright, with his polished, slick hair, in his polished, slick shoes and extravagantly tailored navy suit, his secretary at his side, brushing his hand unnoticeably between the chairs. His wife would never care, anyway. To their right sat a rosy-cheeked intern, spunky and full of character. Holding a clipboard between perfectly painted nails, the only thing that spoke louder than her bright smile was her neon miniskirt. She must not have known, either. No human simply knew, and still managed to look that innocent and lively. The PR girls loved press conferences, and each new show only yielded fresh publicity. This most recent show, set to premiere the following night, was a tale of romance: A vampire lord and his human lover: a medieval era period piece. Of course, for this reason, Hajime did nothing to hide his all-too-real fangs. 

You loved a good historical romance, and loved being in one even more. It had always been your goal as a starting actress to take the lead in at least one period play, be it Victorian, colonial, medieval.. but... it had not turned out quite the way you planned...

   A few other members of the Hinata family accompanied their revered head of  the household… or was it head of the clan… coven? Whatever, it was expected. The murderous bloodsuckers always clung to their leader’s side, and could always be found lurking around Hinata’s estate, if they weren’t already crammed up his ass looking for approval.

A flash came from the reporter to the left, directly into your vision, and left you dazed.

 Fuck… you seethed internally. Calm down. Calm down. The paycheck. That's it. This is almost over, anyway. Why did you always find yourself spacing out at the worst possible times? You acknowledged that it was how your body coped with the overwhelming urge to break down, but damn if it wasn’t inconvenient at the minute. Nothing screamed ‘I have something to hide’ like acting shady in front of a hundred people…

You leaned into Hajime again. Sell the relationship. Sell the love.

You exhaled in exhaustion. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Hajime… you did, just, not like this. Never like this. Lying to millions of fans and the press, pretending Hajime was anything other than a brother-like figure to you just to line his father’s pockets, tore you apart more than keeping his immortality a secret. Denying you both a chance at real love for fear of scandal… you were sure that there was no phrase you’d ever grow to hate more than “The Hinata Theatre Company!” Ironic, wasn’t it, that at one point in time, you begged to be here?

You found that scoping out a crowd lowered the anxiety you had about actually being in front of them. It's funny, many people asked how you could possibly be afraid of crowds or public speaking when you were a damn Broadway-level star. Your answer was always the same: your rush of adrenaline and passion for theatre got you through a show, but anywhere else but on that stage, and a crowd turned your mind to jelly. It was different… walking out for a performance tamed the butterflies that flew around inside your stomach.

  Of course, there was always the fact that your boss could tear you apart at a moment’s notice that contributed to the anxiety, but you obviously couldn't share that little bit of information with anyone. It was all so hard to process, that this kind young man beside you could be something so fearsome, that your whole life was a public sham. You’d never forget the day you’d found out… how it changed everything. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of your best friend, you just shouldn’t. But how could you ever truly trust him again?

Your eyes bounced once, twice around the room.

  ...No

   You gasped, breath catching in your throat as your eyes caught on something that caused you to jump slightly in your seat.

"You ok?" Hajime whispered, the crowd going noticeably silent for a moment. Mr. Hinata glared in your direction. A silent warning, reminding you that even one wrong move made his company look bad, and that would not end so well for you. That was the shining aspect of Hajime’s personality, that he was nothing like his father.

"Yeah, y-yeah," you spoke airily, cheeks heating. "I just slipped to the edge of my seat a little, almost fell!" You lied timidly, a small laugh.

They'll eat that shit up. Soft-spoken, innocent, clumsy girls are all the rage! Of course, Hajime picked up on the lie immediately, catching the change in tone, the skipping of your heartbeat. Being an immortal freak had its perks.

The bright-eyed boy beside you patted your arm, the crowd chuckling politely before returning to their bombardment of questions.

Your eyes flew back to the corner of the room, back to the object that had you startled in the first place. You tried to tell yourself you’d imagined it, but there was no mistake,

 It was him...

 Standing there in the entranceway, so dimly lit, he hid in the alcove. There was no mistaking his favorite jacket, the fabric ripped and weathered from use. There was no mistaking the intricate, almost root-like pale green veins which spiraled up his arms, told a story across his milky collarbone, tumbled down his wrists, and made him all the more intimidating. Intoxicating. There was no mistaking that full head of tousled hair, brightly standing out even in the meager lighting in that disregarded corner of the room, messy whisps branching out dangerously; an air of nonchalance and bored irreverence. Smug bastard…

And there was absolutely no mistaking the way those bright eyes illuminated his white skin in contrast, a frightening and ethereal glow shooting off of him in waves. Hajime’s chestnut-brown eyes never mimicked that terrifying iridescence, but then again, Hajime never took his life-sustaining drink from a human host. Your hands began to subconsciously shake. From fear or the itching desire to… you didn’t know, throw your arms around him, touch his cheek just once... ? You never knew with him. He was a wild thing, a beast untamable. But why the hell was he here?

Carelessly he leaned against the door frame. His tongue shot out predatorily, running along his lower lip in one fluid motion. His knuckles raised, brushing against the green of his coat and coming up to scratch the side of his face.

❘ What are you doing here?! ❘ You sent your thoughts out in waves so loud you might as well have been screaming. You knew immediately that he had taken them in, absorbing your mental cursing and inner toil like sun rays. It was a power and privilege only those of his kind who were purebred enjoyed.

He did not answer, but merely tilted his head, the corner of his lip rising in that maddening grin he always threw at you. An impish smirk hiding mischief and chaotic intentions, you were sure.

You knew it would be mere moments ‘til your flawless "boyfriend" beside you noticed his presence as well, and you feared what might become of this night that was supposed to be of celebration. Almost as if on cue, Hajime’s words halted to a stop. That evil smirk only widened, a small snort shaking the intruder’s chest.

"Nagito..." Hajime murmured through clenched teeth, his hand shooting down to grab your wrist. "He's here."

  "I know..." your words shook, just loud enough for any non-human in the room to hear. Now it was time for you to be Hajime’s rock. Nagito's head bobbed, looking down at his old ripped jeans, and you saw Mr. Hinata's eye twitch before you, his vampiric hearing triggered immediately upon hearing your quiet exchange with Hajime.

Mr. Hinata followed your eyes to the back of the room, his fiery glare landing on the face of his eldest and only step-son in the shadows.

Was it too late to run back into the dressing room and never come out?

You could feel the tension in the air, a line of electricity connecting the three vampires like mental twine, ready to break at any moment. It was like watching three animals square off, sizing up their threat on a National Geographic documentary. The other Hinata coven members, all also fierce bloodsuckers in their own right, merely sat forward politely, sensing Nagito's aura but knowing better than to give him the time of day. After all, alerting the press to his presence would certainly not be a wise way to stay on Mr. Hinata’s good side.

  No one outside of the family even knew about the existence of the elder brother. He was an embarrassment, a stain on Mr. Hinata’s designer tie. In the packed room, he looked so out of place, with dark, torn clothes in a sea of try-hard collared shirts and dresses. Sure, everyone who was anyone in the media world had turned up for this interview, and would also return for the opening night the next day, but everyone who was anyone never included Nagito. He made sure of that. He just had to stick out, be different, didn’t he? Even among a bunch of immortal freaks, boy… was he a freak. 

Oh no, mommy remarried some rich man then got herself killed, better act like a little ungrateful little prick. Woe is me, I have super good luck that is sometimes super bad! No one understands me!!!

He sickened you, the way he did his best to destroy what he and Hajime’s family had built, all in the name of his backwards and twisted idea of “hope.” As if he didn't live like a prince because of the Hinatas’ hard work. Don’t get it twisted, you hated Mr. Hinata and would love to see the Hinata empire burn, but this company, the desire to be recognized and worth something, was all that held dear Hajime up. It was his only dream, and he deserved it. Nagito didn’t have a right to tear Mr. Hinata down if he had to wreck Hajime to do it.

     He disgusted you, you’d decided months back, to make it all easier on yourself. Everything he’d done, the trouble he’d caused, the hurt he’d caused so many people. Routinely, you reinforced to yourself that you hated Nagito Komaeda

   ...You were disgusted by the way you… just... couldn’t hate him. It didn’t feel right. Something felt… wrong in hating him.

  Your heart lurched, meeting his eyes again.

Why not? Why not just hate him, (Y/N)? Like everyone else…

Why was it so hard? You were supposed to be with Hajime. And Hajime hated Nagito. Everyone who knew Nagito hated Nagito. But… telling yourself you were anything but infatuated with that dangerous creature… was a lie. You owed everything, good and bad, to that feral, insane man.

Your nerves and the hairs on your arms pricked up like an agitated cat. Why why why? Why would he even do this? He knew what showing up here would start. He was born to start shit, to brew altercation, to cook up conflict. Maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt? Perhaps he finally came to an event to support his darling step-brother, but the way he bore his fangs when his eyes met Hajime’s said otherwise.

❘ Leave. Just Leave. You're just here to antagonize me and I won't let you be a problem. Not today. This is my day… ❘ Hajime spat mentally, and his thoughts burned through your own and, you're sure, Nagito’s.

❘ Aren’t all the days yours, Your Majesty? ❘ Nagito’s thoughts were more severe, yet more playful, taunting, careless, a venomous snarl behind every synapse pulse.

❘ ...Leave. ❘ Hajime pulsed back in warning.

❘ ....Or what? ❘ Nagito’s own ominous threat reverberated through your cranium. You pressed a hand to your temple, an angry, stinging sensation pulsating through your head. Having a vampire read one’s mind was uncomfortable enough: feeling the slight probing and perhaps needing an aspirin after, but being the third line in a purebred pissing match… it was a call you desperately wanted to hang up on. But.. humans didn’t naturally hear a vampire’s thoughts on accident. No, you were hearing this conversation because you were meant to, someone wanted you to. You had no powers of your own, but Nagito kept you trapped in this nonverbal battle, strung up betwixt two immortal minds. You brought the back of your free hand up to your nose, wiping away a stripe of red vitality that began to flow from both nostrils. The panging inside, the angry shouting in your mind only got louder.

[jui-imouto-chan]

Hi again! Ok so I think I get the Miya twins aging and de-aging thing but I’d be really interested to hear about it more! (Possibly as a continuation with his and Kita’s relationship as well? Kitahina is criminally underrated)

And does Daishou ever come into the story? The au is really good and I honestly would love to hear anything new about it.

Part 11

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Ily thank you for the ask 🥺💕🧡 I did not watch any of the OVA but I will ten billion percent put Daishou in bc Season 4 had him and I’ve kinda really liked him.

(Snake boi,,,, 😳😳 this one got too long to put him in but if I get another request I will write him. He is,,, 👌🏾✌🏾🥺��)

Tumblr deleted half of what I wrote even though I saved it so yeayyyyy rewriting time 😌🥲

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“They’re a lot older than they were before! Do foxes usually age this quick?”

Kita held his tongue, observing Hinata ruffle Atsumu’s hair and swipe his thumb along Osamu’s cheek. The twins seemed very content with the contact, although every now and again they’d pass a look along that seemed laced with meaning.

“You guys are adorable though! I hope Natsu still looks this cute when she’s your age!” Hinata’s eyes closed as he grinned at them.

Osamu tracked Hinata’s finger as his face was rubbed, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at Atsumu and bit Hinata’s thumb.

Everything was still for moment, everyone staring intently at the place where Osamu’s teeth were buried into Hinata’s skin.

“O-Ow!!”

Kita grabbed Osamu by the scruff, opening his mouth to tear into him (in a different way than how he just tore into Hinata’s goddamn thumb), but before he could do so, or even apologize to the redhead, Osamu’s weight increased drastically, his limbs lengthening and proportions adjusting.

Atsumu’s eyes gleamed, taking advantage of the panic to bite Hinata’s other hand, growing to assume the same age as his brother.

“His energy sure is something, huh, ‘Samu!”

Osamu smartly did not respond, Kita’s glare piercing Atsumu the instant he finished speaking. Atsumu gulped audibly, a bit more of the blood seeping into his system and aging him until he was about Kita’s age in appearance.

“Atsumu, you should have found a way to understand by now that your actions have consequences.”

“K-K-Ki-Kita-san???” Atsumu scrambled back and away, bumping into Hinata’s knees, as the ginger had crouched to hold his own arm with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Hinata sniffled, Atsumu feeling a guilt like one would get from kicking a wounded puppy—which was not a good feeling to couple with the pure terror one gets from earning Kita’s ire.

“Osamu.”

Said twin froze and began sweating profusely. Despite the increase in size, Kita dangled him the way one would hold a particularly rowdy cat.

He desperately tried to minimize the shiver of his voice and be as formal and thereby responsible as he could, though even as he managed a, “Y-Yes?” he could feel his life start to come to an end.

“I don’t care about nor need your explanation—I know why you did this, but Hinata doesn’t. Explain to him clearly, and then apologize, before I cut out your tongues and take each of your teeth out one-by-one.”

Kita’s threats were rare, but very effective.

Once Kita released Osamu’s collar, the twins scooted close to one another on the ground, whispering back and forth with their skin significantly paler than it was before. Eventually, after some muttering and a very pointed glare from Kita, the two composed themselves, sitting on their heels. Osamu coughed, earning Hinata’s watery gaze and faltering slightly.

“Um. So. I’m Miya Osamu, that’s Atsumu.”

“Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” Hinata murmured, bowing his head, cheeks a bit puffed up. Kita approached him to place a hand on his head.

“We used to be guardians of a shrine nearby here, but it fell into ruin as people stopped coming by and taking care of it.” Atsumu began.

“People would only come by during celebrations. We’d perform during festivals, and we required everyone to be completely silent, or else the performance would be ruined. As we’d do our dances on opposite sides of the mountain where the shrines were, we’d be offering mana to the forest to keep it flourishing.”

“That’s so cool!” Hinata piped, although he quickly stifled his impressed exclamations as Kita pet his hair.

“Usually after the performance, we’d be low on mana, but we’d hide in the woods for a little bit until we were back to normal—”

“—But people got greedy. They knew we were already weaker without offerings being made to the shrine, and they were ready to take advantage of our decrease in mana.”

“Kita-san’s grandmother would give us offerings and come to every performance at the festivals. Kita-san joined her, of course, but one year, she brought along some girls in hopes to help him find a bride—”

“—even though he was like, twelve!”

Hinata gasped and looked up at the silverette, seemingly in awe. “Kita-san, you had game from a young age?!”

“I don’t know, do I have ‘game’ now?”

The redhead struggled to answer, especially with the amusement dancing in Kita’s eyes.

Atsumu cut in before Hinata could embarrass himself, “Those stupid girls decided to be annoying during my performance, and ended up distracting me. Usually with the dance, we can steadily feed the forest mana and influence how much leaves us. Since it was interrupted—”

“'Tsumu lost a lot of mana, and I had to try to compensate it. Kita-san’s grandma tried to help me, but 'Tsumu was grabbed by some adults before Kita-san could get to him. When they went into the forest, I got away from Kita-san’s grandma to find them.”

“They sealed most of our power, but Kita-san managed to interrupt the ritual before they could force us into a contract. Kita-san was so angry, it was like watching the beast from Naruto.”

“Oh, the Nine-Tails!” Osamu corrected.

“Didn’t it have a name? Kuroomi or something??”

“Ah, Kurama!” Hinata blurted.

“Yeah, that!” The twins affirmed, snapping and pointing—or were those finger guns?

“He totally looked like Kurama when he was beating the shit out of those dudes!”

“I think he only turned back when his grandma started calling for him.”

“So, let me get this straight—”

Osamu coughed, “—Good luck with that—”

“—Kita-san can turn into a super gigantic awesome fox monster and you two keep getting younger? Except for when you get mana?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Hinata practically had stars in his eyes.

“We know it’s selfish to ask this of you after we, uh, bit you...”

“But, Shoyo-kun....”

The twins bowed, foreheads touching the floor. “Please form a contract with us.”

“...Eh?”

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• A lot of this is influenced by Natsume Yuujinchou to some extent and I am not sorry. Also ykno how I reblogged Kindaichi with his hair down? I did so while looking for some KinHina, and now I’m a little tempted to write smthn. Or maybe KuniHina. Or literally anyone with Hinata because when I say hinata harem I mean Hinata HAREM. •

•• Send Asks for more! Feel free to ask about characters and send Headcanons! Or if u wanna just talk Haikyuu/ships, I’m good with that too! :) and for other parts, search the “summoner au” tag on my blog and you’ll find em! ••

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[kishimoto-did-us-dirty]

Naruto Characters and Quarantine (Part 1)

Naruto characters x reader during quarantine

warnings: none

rating: K+

includes: konoha 12, sand siblings

Authors Notes: These are centered on the idea that the two of you are adults who don’t live or work together.

part 2, mayhaps?? anyone want that?? 👀

Anywho, enjoyyyy~

also, remember, these guys are shinobi. they gotta stay healthy, which is what I kept in mind when writing a lot of these.

Naruto

- totally ignores social distancing rules to come and see you

- he just has to, he doesn’t know what he would do if he didn’t :( probably die of y/n-deprivation

- this boy will not care at all about social distancing if none of you or any of your loved ones are at greater risk

- will sneak into your apartment and spends nights cuddling with you to get through his restlessness of not being able to go outside as much

- will bring you food and do your grocery shopping for you 100% if you or those around you are at a higher risk and can’t do it yourself

- just don’t expect your groceries to be 100% what you asked for

- “How was I supposed to know that Nesquik doesn’t count as a seasoning!?”

Sasuke

- non-massacre au

- another rule breaker

- just to a lesser degree

- he’s definitely gonna come see you whenever he wants, he just won’t do as much touching

- like, if you two are watching a movie together, you’re sitting on opposite sides of the sofa

- which honestly he was fine with at first, but then he realized he’s a little something called.... ✨touch starved✨

- and is now having a hard time not touching you as much as he wants

- he gradually gets more touchy overtime but still always insists on sanitizing afterwards

- he still won’t do more than a peck tho. he would absolutely hate it if you got sick bc of him.

- he also brought you a shit ton of toilet paper at the beginning of quarantine because he was worried you wouldn’t have any and it was the last batch he saw

- it’s his form of romance

Sakura

- at first she was totally all for the rules

- you two kept six feet apart with masks on at all times

- but very gradually and unconsciously... that changed lol

- she started to completely forget about the rules as it went on and would just randomly grab your arm or hug you out of excitement without even realizing it

- eventually she resorts to touching but with very strong precautions

- you both will sanitize, brush your teeth, wipe down areas, etc. as soon as you’re done hanging out

Shikamaru

- 50/50 with him

- he doesn’t care so much so as to stop seeing you and won’t wear a mask around you

- but if you try to kiss him he goes “you know we can’t do that right now.���

- will grab your hands and play with them and everything

- and may occasionally cuddle

- but he’s not going to do it as much as usual

- you two mainly just nap together

- but now you guys are napping with a couple feet between you

- again, these guys are shinobi. they gotta stay healthy and he knows that. he can’t prioritize kissing you over being the village’s strategic backbone and he needs you to understand that, too.

Choji

- my baby boy :(

- he tries so hard

- he really does

- but he just has to be around you

- he won't risk any health precautions and will still keep distance

- but he will always find ways to spend time with you while staying six feet apart

- expect a lot of social distancing picnics and food dates

- will 1000% bring you food if you need any

- he will also gladly buy you masks, sanitizer, wipes, etc. if you need it

Ino

 - Ino isn’t as frivolous as many people in the fandom depict her

- She has a good head on her shoulders

- She may be a hopeless romantic, but she isn’t stupid and knows she has a job at the hospital

- She basically just like Sakura except a little more feisty

- will yell at you if you don’t socially distance well enough

- but will also snuggle you if she knows she has some sanitizer on hand to use afterwards

- ultimately, she knows she has to prioritize your guys’ health

Kiba

- not a total rule breaker

- he’s just like a kicked puppy tbh

- will always use his nose to sniff out sickness on you when you’re not looking (you know how like some dogs can?)

- will gives you hugs and look after you

- but he, too, will keep social distancing

- I could see him just grabbing your shoulders after a distanced hang out and just gently rubbing your shoulders from an arm’s length bc he knows he can’t get any closer

- but he does break the rules sometimes 

- he’s snuck in a few kisses here and there

- Akamaru always barks at him for this though

Shino

- I love him so much

- but he ain’t breaking the rules

- he’s definitely going to social distance from you, bc him getting sick means his whole colony gets sick

- and he needs to keep himself healthy

- not to mention, if you got sick?

- he can’t even stand the thought

- he’ll just watch you do your thing from a good 6-7 feet apart and hope for everything to end soom

- he also puts a bug on you without telling you that’ll track your health

- that way he knows when you’re sick or not

Hinata

- I headcanon Hinata as being a bit of a security freak tbh

- not in the sense that anything’s wrong with her

- but she has to check that the doors leading into the house are all locked before going to bed, always stocked up with medical supplies in case of emergency, having extra face masks on her just in case, etc.

- small and quiet but still very safe

- she just likes to keep her distance and maintain safety

- she lives in a compound so any spread within it will likely extend to a few other people within her clan

- so she likes to stay distant

- but she really loves social distancing dates :)

- things like picnics, outdoor movies and training sessions!

- definitely makes you a lot of food and small gifts to make up for the lack of touch

Neji

- another rule-follower

- I mean what did you expect

- he just really doesn’t want you or anyone else getting sick because of reckless actions

- will 100% sanitize everything for you before and after you use it if you guys are out in public

- he claims it’s because you just won’t do it right

- but really it’s just because he cares

- kissed you a total of 3 times and felt a little guilty after the third since it was right after he came back from a mission and he hadn’t cleaned himself off yet

Lee

- follows the rules almost too well

- makes sure that you both are six feet apart at literally all times and might as well measure as much considering how dedicated he is to it

- HE’S HELLA DRAMATIC ABOUT IT ALL THOUGH

- EACH TIME HE REALIZES HE CAN’T HUG YOU BRINGS ON A NEW WAVE OF PASSIONATE TEARS

- he just cries a lot about it and really wishes things weren’t like this

- will often go grocery shopping with you bc he buys groceries for his elderly neighbors who are at a greater risk so they don’t have to go out (awwww)

- he will get very upset when he sees people outside without masks on when it’s things like that that make the virus keep spreading and thus keeping him from you for even longer :(

Tenten

- honestly I think she’s really casual about the whole thing

- always wears and mask and sanitizes everything, yeah

- but she gives you hugs and kisses just fine

- but only in private

- and she won’t be cuddling

- she just keeps her distance but still gives affection

- the type to get angry if you aren’t being safe enough

- like if you go to a party with multiple people there?

- she’ll scold you 100%

Gaara

- Gaara would have to social distance as kazekage

- he’s not allowed to run the risk since it’s public knowledge you aren’t living together

- this makes having private moments very difficult

- and he has to set a proper example for his citizens

- it’ll also be a large political scandal only worsened by his political opposers if he were to be caught not social distancing

- also if he got sick then that would leave the village susceptible to enemies who would take advantage of his vulnerability and attack

- but you two still do things together

- water cacti, discuss political events, watch over the village, etc.

- he gave you a cute succulent to look after while he’s not there as much

Kankuro

- similar to Gaara, as his brother, it wouldn’t look very good if he was caught disobeying the rules

- he’s pretty mature about it but will have private moments with you when you’re alone

- he doesn’t care so much about keeping 6 ft apart when you two are alone

- he just won’t go overboard

- just some handholding, hand kisses, and just petting in general

- when quarantine ends though, he’s all over you omg

- you’re the first person he comes to see and will hold you so tight

Temari

- angry love

- will personally bark orders at you about proper safety precautions

- your mask never has to worry about being on improperly when temari is around

- you can see her blush underneath her mask though

- despite her tough exterior, it’s visible just how sad she is

- Temari is tough but she thrives off of being around the people she loves

- not being able to be truly with you really makes her depressed for a while

- even offered to have you moved into the kazekage family house with them so you didn’t have to socially distance at home anymore

- takes every precaution she can with herself and those around her so this can end faster and she can be with you again

THAT’S ALL! SORRY THEY LOWKEY SUCKED! MAYBE A PART 2 IF REQUESTED ENOUGH???

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Know Better | Sasuke Uchiha

✦ pairing — Sasuke Uchiha x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 7.7k

✦ Fake Dating & Modern AU

✦ request — I saw you write for Sasuke. I wanted to know if you can write something where he isn’t happy dating Sakura so he breaks up with her and recruits ps reader to fake date so Sakura doesn’t bother him anymore and reader wants to get rid of Shikamaru so she says yes and they fall in love while faking? something smutty at the end maybe? You can make it modern if you want

✦ warnings — light jealousy, mentions of food and alcohol, drama, nsfw, smut, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), fluff.

✦ a/n — is it too obvious that it was raining when I wrote this?

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A sudden thunder startled you, prompting you to look at the clock. It was almost time for you to leave the coffee shop. Hoping you could get home before the rainstorm hit, you hurried up.

You had to swallow a groan when you heard the front door open. You hated that damn bell. Lifting your head to take the order, you were greeted by a huff.

“I thought you would be on your way out already,” Sasuke stated blandly.

“My shift is over in ten minutes.” You made a pause, waiting for him to speak. When he only stared back, you asked, “Are you going to order?”

He shook his head. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Not having a single clue as to why he would wait for you, and honestly not caring too much about it, you went on with the clean-up.

Sasuke and you were as close friends as two busy people could be. You didn’t share many classes, and he spent most of his free time with Sakura. Your free time was different than his, working and studying at the same left you with a small window of opportunities to enjoy yourself.

There was also the fact that busy or not, you avoided parties like the plague.

Sasuke was still outside when you were finally done, waiting for you with his arms crossed.

Upon seeing you, he made a gesture with his head for you to walk with him. Looking up at the sky, you shrugged, you wouldn’t make it home dry either way.

“So...” you trailed off, uncomfortable by his silence. You were used to it, yet there was something off-putting in his pace.

He halted his steps, taking his keys out. Unlocking the car, Sasuke opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

You wouldn’t say no to keeping yourself from getting soaked by the coming rain. Sliding your backpack off your shoulders, you got into the car, fitting the bag between your knees.

“Dinner?”

Putting the seatbelt on, you tilted your head to read his expression. You found a neutral one, which you should have expected. “Uh... sure.”

Humming, he ignited the engine.

Gripping the handle, you breathed in and out a couple of times, thinking he would be a reckless driver.

Sasuke wasn’t a careful driver by any means, he just wasn’t as extreme as one would imagine. Still, you were relieved when it was over.

He chose the table farther away from the other people at the diner, side-eyeing you to make sure. So unlike him.

“Is there a particular reason why we’re hanging out on a Friday night?”

He rested his back against the back of the chair. “Can’t I hang out with a friend because I’m nice?”

“... no?”

“I need your help,” he admitted through his teeth.

You took a sip of your beverage. “What’s up?”

“I need you to be my girlfriend.” Seeing your weirded out expression, Sasuke clarified, “Fake girlfriend.”

“People don’t need partners, and you have a girlfriend already.”

“Not since a couple of weeks ago.”

For someone who had just broken up with their high school sweetheart, he was way too calm.

He added, “I told her I liked you.”

“Why the hell would you say that?”

He shrugged. “It was the first thing that came to mind, but she keeps saying we can make it work.”

Now Sakura’s attitude towards you was starting to make sense. You had never been friends, but you considered her an acquaintance — she often visited Hinata, and the past weeks hadn’t been the exception.

However, she had stopped greeting you and when you passed the living room on your way to your bedroom she would glare at you. It was hard to blame her when her now ex-boyfriend had been such an asshole.

“Well, tell her I rejected you or something.”

“I’m sure Shikamaru would love to hear that.”

You tensed at Shikamaru’s mention.

Everyone said you should’ve been flattered, and you were at first. He was sweet and attentive, so interested in you that he had told you to take as much time as you needed. In your head, falling for him wouldn’t be too hard if you got to know him.

But he misread your intentions, and after the first date, he got overbearing.

Hinata found it extremely romantic, and Ino bluntly told you to be realistic because finding a guy as nice as him would be hard later on.

What bothered you the most was the tone in which your friends spoke as if this was your only chance to find someone who would like you. Their intentions might have been pure, but the implications behind their comments hurt.

Clearing your throat, you licked your bottom lip. “For how long?”

“Until they get the hint.”

Entering a relationship out of nowhere sounder more like a slap on the face than a hint. Sasuke had never been subtle, though.

The rain had intensified by the time you came out of the restaurant.

Sasuke drove more carefully this time, frustrated to no end due to the traffic but more carefully.

The moment he parked, he stopped you from getting out of the car, holding your forearm. “Invite me in.”

“Why?”

“It’s raining and you don’t want me to get in an accident.”

“Who said that?”

He glared at you. Glaring back, you waited for a good explanation which he didn’t seem to have. He was just being petty, nothing new.

Defeated, you let out a sigh. “Hurry up, then.”

He bolted out of the car, grimacing as the water fell onto him. You walked past him, greeting the security guard of the building as you brushed water off your eyes.

Sasuke was beside you in seconds to eventually follow you into the elevator.

“Give me that.” He took your backpack off your grasp before you could swing it over your shoulder.

Protesting would have been a waste of time. You were tired.

Struggling to take your keys out of your jean pocket, inwardly chastising yourself for still giving those tiny things use, you found yourself hoping he wouldn’t mock you.

He didn’t. He stood still, silently, only shifting when the doors opened and one of your neighbors entered the elevator.

Finally, after two more stops, you arrived at your floor. You didn’t mind how tall the building was, nor the fact that Hinata had chosen the second to highest floor — the only thing you found bothersome were the constant stops at the elevator; the stairs were a nightmare too, and your shoes were wet.

Sliding the key in, you felt his hand on your back, encouraging you to open the door. He must have known Sakura was there. It was kind of fucked up, honestly.

“You had me worr—“ Hinata cut herself off, blinking rapidly to hide her shock.

Trying your hardest to avoid looking at Sakura, you focused on Hinata’s worried face. “Sorry, I should’ve told you I would be late.”

He greeted Hinata and Sakura with a nod, sliding the hand on your back up to your shoulder only to place his free one on your other shoulder too, hoping you would get the hint.

You felt his touch get lighter as you made your way toward your bedroom until you let him get in first and he got his hands off you.

Sasuke put your backpack down, resting it against the foot of the bed. You closed the door, watching him curiously look around.

He had never been there. You hadn’t started living with Hinata until a couple of months ago when she told you she was looking for a roommate.

Sasuke had visited your family’s home dozens of times, mostly in middle school and the first year of high school, back when he was more abrasive. Your mom often said he found refugee in your room because you never forced him to speak.

But your mom had been wrong many times. Unconsciously, you shook your head. You were only upsetting your own self thinking about times that would never come back. She had left years ago.

The voices in the living room mingled with the sounds of the rain, you caught bits and pieces of the conversation. Your name was mentioned once, but you didn’t get the context. Not that you needed it.

Your opinions of Sakura weren’t strong, you didn’t dislike her at all but that wasn’t saying much when you didn’t really know her. From what you had heard, which varied depending on who was talking, she wasn’t so bad.

She probably hated you now so caring would be stressing yourself over things you couldn’t fix.

“Why didn’t you choose someone else? Many people would happily do it.”

“They would be annoying.”

Wow. That was almost a compliment.

To be fair, he seemed to attract overbearing people who didn’t get no for an answer.

And now you would also have to put up with those people. Or maybe not, he was way more popular around campus than you were and this wasn’t high school anymore.

He yawned, squeezing his eyes shut to then immediately open them and blink rapidly.

“You can lay down if you’re tired,” you assured him.

“I don’t like cuddling.”

“I didn’t ask you to cuddle me nor intended to cuddle you.”

“Ah.” He rubbed the back of his head, avoiding to look at your face. “The rain is slowing down either way.”

It sounded like it was. Urging him to go before the rain got worse would surely be rude, then again, he didn’t seem to take offense over most things.

You didn’t have to tell him. He pushed himself up, staring at you. You only stared back, assuming he would say something.

He dropped his hand onto the doorknob, twisting it and pulling the door open. You followed him toward the front door, somewhat confused.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said lowly, still audible to Hinata and Sakura.

You nodded. “Be safe, yeah?”

Humming, he got closer to you. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

Breathily, aware of his body heat as it felt like it was burning your skin, you told him, “Please.”

Sasuke placed his lips on yours, giving you a short kiss — so short you weren’t able to kiss his soft lips back.

He left without saying goodbye to Hinata and Sakura. The gesture, or lack thereof, made you more uncomfortable than it should have.

Sakura’s eyes, full of hurt and resentment, weren’t what made you feel bad — Hinata’s disappointed face did.

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Going out to the movies with friends was better as a mere concept than in practice. Hinata said it would be fun, that they had waited for you to be free to finally see that movie.

You weren’t close to most of the group, they were all nice in their own way, you supposed, but the truth was you had never clicked with anyone but Hinata and Ino.

Hinata came to a halt in front of Naruto and Shikamaru, arm linked with yours as she smiled at her boyfriend and friend. You greeted them too, trying to take your arm off Hinata’s grasp.

“We can have a double date now,” Naruto said teasingly.

“We wouldn’t want Shikamaru to feel like a third wheel.”

As usual, after one of your remarks, Naruto pouted at you while Shikamaru let out a loud sigh. You almost felt bad because this time the quip was true.

An arm wrapped around your upper back, tugging you to the other side. Hinata finally let your arm go.

“Sorry I’m late,” Sasuke apologized, lips brushing your temple as he explained to you that Itachi had made him lose time.

As he left a kiss on your temple, you angled your head to take a look at him. The corners of his mouth twitched upward for a millisecond.

Naruto, being Naruto, couldn’t stop himself from loudly asking, “Am I missing something?”

“It’s pretty obvious,” Sasuke deadpanned, “so no, you are not.”

You didn’t look at any of your companions. Hinata hadn’t said anything to you the night before after Sakura left, and while you were getting ready she avoided the topic purposefully.

Feeling smaller than you were, you leaned onto Sasuke before thinking what you were doing. His arm draped over your shoulder as he slid his forearm up to the back of your neck, bringing you slightly closer.

Silence lingered between the group.

“Should we buy the tickets and wait for the others there?” Hinata tried to ease the tension.

Her attempts were in vain. Naruto failed to hide his shock when Sasuke said the two of you would buy the snacks. And no one would ever think he was at fault when the last time Sasuke had been openly attentive had been when he took Kiba to the hospital after breaking his nose with a football.

With Sasuke at your left and Shikamaru at your right, you found yourself wishing the film was over already. It hadn’t even started yet.

“Oh.”

You didn’t have to turn to the side to know the one who had shrieked was Sakura who was accompanied by Ino. One of them stepped on your foot, prompting Sakura to feign an apologetic tone when you let a sound close to a whine escape as she sat down sandwiched between Shikamaru and Ino.

Sasuke placed his hand on your knee. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You held the straw between your fingers, leaning to take a sip, drinking slowly.

He didn’t take his eyes off you until the movie started, not even to eat. Part of you assumed he was looking at Shikamaru or Sakura and not at you.

You felt him inch his hand up to your thigh. With his free hand, he removed the popcorn from his lap and placed it on the floor.

He moved the drink you were sharing to the cup holder to his left. Taking the hint, you lifted the armrest separating you.

Withdrawing his hand to swing his arm over you as you barely rested your head on him, he gazed down at you. Taking your attention back to the screen, hoping you hadn’t missed anything important, you allowed him to push your head onto his chest.

He smelled good, fresh and clean with something new there. He must’ve had been wearing a different cologne.

If you knew something about Sasuke was that he liked consistency. He wasn’t one for experimenting once he liked something — his haircut hadn’t changed since he was thirteen, his clothing style —which seemed to be inspired by his brother’s— had been the same since the beginning of high school, and he had only dated one person even though thousands swarmed around him.

“I’m bored,” he whispered.

Shifting to speak closer to his ear, you whispered back, “You picked this movie.”

He ignored your comment. “Kiss me.”

Holding his face with your right hand, you lifted your head off his warm coat. Sasuke allowed you to take your time, frowning under the flashing lights from the screen when you started to analyze his face.

Blinking rapidly, letting out a shaky breath, you closed the gap between your mouths. He reciprocated instantly, curling his arm around you so you wouldn’t move.

It was slow, calculated on his behalf which annoyed you. It was a kiss, for show or not, it was just a kiss and he still had to make sure it was perfect.

And it was. His lips shouldn’t have been that soft, and he had no business being such a good kisser. Sasuke’s hand, light on your plush waist, sent shivers down your spine due to its coldness.

You deepened the kiss, sliding your hand to the back of his head.

Fuck. Why were you so willing to make out with him?

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School was a nightmare on Monday, people stared at you without blinking and double-checked whether you had really arrived with Sasuke or not.

Overwhelmed by questions that followed you to every class and even to work, you also had to put up with Sakura’s glare and Shikamaru’s hurt semblance.

Your assumptions had naively been that things would simmer down yet you had never felt regret quite like this.

Nothing would have mattered if Ino hadn’t taken things so badly. She wasn’t speaking to you, that was how mad she was. Your best friend didn’t have the decency to explain why your ‘relationship’ with Sasuke bothered her so much that she felt the need to stop talking to you for three weeks straight.

Hinata had been about to tell you something a particular Saturday, but she seemed to think it was useless and after asking you to be careful, she left the apartment with Naruto.

Your cellphone dinged. Cringing at the sound, you silenced it and then unlocked the device to read the text.

Are you busy? I’m bored.

Sasuke was always bored, you would’ve guessed it without him stating the obvious.

I’m watching TV.

That’s a no, then. Get out of your pajama, I’ll be there in 20.

How the hell did he know you were wearing pajamas?

What should I wear, dad?

Kinky. Casual clothes. But wear comfortable shoes, I don’t want to hear you complain.

Heat crawled up your face, prompting you to exhale at a slow pace. Dropping the cellphone onto the couch, you walked toward your room.

To your surprise, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and a coat. Instead, he sported a plain t-shirt and a bomber jacket.

It wasn’t that the outfit didn’t suit him, it did, but you needed a few minutes to get used to the style. He glared at you when he caught you staring which made you deviate your eyes to the car.

Nodding, he opened the door for you. Relieved that he hadn’t snapped at you for checking him out, you entered the car in silence.

“Do you watch a lot of TV?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He reformulated, “Are you a television buff?”

“Eh. I don’t have enough time to watch much.”

His only answer was a hum.

Bowling. He took you bowling. The thing he knew you were so bad at that every time your friends suggested the activity you found an excuse to skip.

He looked so smug, draping his arm around your shoulders as a teasing boyfriend would to their partner.

You let out an annoyed sigh, not shying away from letting him know he had achieved the amusement he had been seeking.

“I’ll teach you,” he assured lowly.

You picked the shoes you were given, trying not to make a face. Thanking the clerk, who wasn’t at fault for the horrendous style of the shoes nor for how petty Sasuke got to be, you walked toward the bench.

He sat down beside you, undoing his sneakers.

“Why did you make me wear comfortable shoes when I would have to put on these ugly things anyway?”

“I forgot.”

Inserting both your names on the computer, he nodded upward so you would pick a ball.

You looked for his approval, fitting your fingers in a red ball and lifting it as you stared at him.

“Is that comfortable for you?”

“Yeah.”

He got closer to you, settling his hand on your upper arm. “You need to relax your muscles, otherwise you’ll hurt yourself.”

Nodding, you wetted your lips. Why did they feel so dry? “Now what?”

“Try to score more points than me.”

Asshole.

At least you had a good time.

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There you were, smiling at people as you gave them their orders and offering to take over when your coworker was struggling with the espresso machine.

Sasuke had pushed the thought of his assignment to the side, too busy watching you rearrange cups. It was soothing to see, an activity so mundane yet so important to your job.

“Stop staring at her,” Naruto chastised. “It’s creepy.”

“I can stare as much as I want.”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the blond mumbled, motioning with his head at Shikamaru who had twisted his body to give you all his attention.

Sasuke glowered at his best friend, then at Shikamaru. He stared at you again, watching you disappear behind the door that led to the back. Annoyed, he threw his books into the backpack and closed his laptop.

Both men in front of him curiously stared. Ah, so now they wanted to pay attention, huh.

Standing up, he swung the backpack onto his left shoulder. As if on cue, you stepped out of the kitchen, apron-less and struggling to zip your jacket. When you finally achieved it, your eyes found his.

Approaching him, pursing your lips, you fixed the uneven string of his hoodie with both hands. A twinge of red appeared on his cheeks, yet he didn’t push you away.

“Where’s your bag?”

“Hinata took it with her.”

Sasuke hummed, staring past your shoulder. “We should get going.”

Nodding, you motioned for him to lead the way. He grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the shop before you could say goodbye to Naruto and Shikamaru.

He walked mindlessly, passing the spot where his car was parked. His fingers squeezed yours, trapping them in between.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know.”

You stayed silent. He was clearly in a bad mood, and you weren’t going to coddle him into talking about it. He would never do it either way.

The walk was nice, the silence he had forced you into added to the enjoyment. The city was busy, always, no matter the time, and you could hear bits and pieces of conversations and songs as you passed different businesses.

He huffed. “Why do you even work at a coffee shop?”

“It’s temporary. After the internship, I haven’t found the right fit in terms of schedule...”

He hummed, encouraging you to complete your comment.

You added the real reason why you had settled, “The coffee shop gave me the perfect excuse to move out of my dad’s house.”

“I didn’t like living at my parent’s house anymore either. My brother tried to convince me to move in with him, but it defeated the purpose.”

“Itachi is cool, though.”

He narrowed his eyes. “He is cool? My brother?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Everybody thinks so. I’m pretty sure we all have had a crush on him at some point.”

“Hn.”

He didn’t say another word. Turning around, he dragged you all the way back.

He didn’t answer when he dropped you off at your building and you told him to be safe either. Not even with a nod or one of his grunts.

Wondering if you had done something wrong, if perhaps talking about his brother like that had been too much, you let out a chuckle.

You were reading too much into his attitude, why would he get upset over hearing a fact?

Now, Sasuke himself was handsome, you could admit that. But admitting that was like saying flowers were pretty, or that puppies were cute — it was so obvious, so agreed upon that the repetitiveness of the admission would have been pointless; a tad bit annoying.

Checking your phone, eager to see his “I’m home” text, you entered the kitchen.

“You know he doesn’t like you, right?”

Grabbing a couple of grapes, you asked, “What makes you say that?”

“Sasuke doesn’t like PDA, and he isn’t normally chatty. He’s using you to spite Sakura.”

You felt something heavy on your chest. Swallowing your spit, you popped a grape into your mouth and chewed it slowly.

She continued, taking your stance as a cue to speak, “When he was with Sakura—“

You snapped, almost choking on the fruit you had just swallowed, “I am not Sakura, so I don’t care.”

“Ino told me you would say that...”

“Oh, so she can talk about me but she can’t talk to me?” you rasped, immediately coughing up after.

“She needs time. This is weird, and we’re both...” she sighed, searching for the right word, “worried. You turned down a guy who sees you as a goddess for someone known to be emotionally unavailable.”

“I don’t want to be seen as a goddess. I am not one, I have no desire to be held to a standard I can’t possibly match.”

Hinata looked skeptical, as if you had ever shown any desire to be perceived as a mystical being.

You started gesturing with your hands, hoping she would understand what you were coming from, “I want to be seen like a person who can’t always react in the best way possible and is insecure at times... I want to know the other person won’t run away because I’m not the cookie-cutter woman they imagined.”

”Sasuke is not the one who can give you that either.”

You frowned.

“Sakura tried—“

You rolled your eyes, feeling an approaching headache. “Do you know how many times he has compared me to her? Zero!”

Hinata dropped her eyes to the floor, shaking her head. “You’re falling for him.”

“I am not!”

“Why are you getting so defensive? You are dating him.”

“Because you’re insinuating I’m being blinded by him!”

“Of course not. You’re just ignoring what you can clearly see.”

You weren’t ignoring anything.

No, really, you weren’t.

He was using you with your consent. You were more than fine with it.

Your stomach churned.

Shit.

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You found Hinata’s commitment endearing. She had asked you a few weeks ago if you would be okay with her throwing Naruto a birthday party at the apartment.

When you said yes, you didn’t imagine she would be so bossy. She had you all working on different things while she and Sakura baked and decorated the cake.

Your duty was making sure everything was as she had planned. Her drawings were amazingly detailed, and you were getting more nervous as you compared the real thing with the paper.

“I think we need more...” Shikamaru made a dramatic gesture with both hands.

“Color?” you offered.

“Exactly!”

It looked more than fine to you in terms of color. It was just a birthday party for a young adult, not a thematic party for a child. What the balloons needed was to stay on the wall.

Shikamaru leaned against said wall. A balloon fell in front of him.“Remember when you did the decoration for the Christmas party in eighth grade?”

“Oh, the paper trees?”

He nodded with a smile appearing on his face. “We could make some paper shapes and glue them to the wall.”

Sensing he was too close, you stepped backward. “I don’t know if we have enough—“ you stopped yourself when your back collided against someone behind you.

Recognizing the hands that were holding your waist, you turned around. Sasuke raised both eyebrows, as though he was expecting something.

“What are you doing here? Where is Naruto?”

“Itachi wanted to take him shopping and finally teach him how to dress.”

“His style isn’t that bad.”

He tugged you closer, humming. “If you say so.”

“Why don’t you help us to stick the balloons on the wall?”

Sasuke analyzed the wall behind you, frowning. God, it must’ve looked ugly. He dragged his hands up, fingers brushing your arm as he snatched the piece of paper off your hand.

“Bring those tapes you bought for bullet journaling in high school.”

You whined. He didn’t have to remind you of that phase. You never did bullet journaling, by the way, the tapes were too cute for you to waste them.

Sighing, you shook him off you. “Fine.”

Hinata shot you a surprised look when you passed the kitchen, carrying the box where you stored the stationary you never used.

Sat on the floor, you wasted your precious time crafting a balloon arch. Sasuke would hand you the balloons and hold them for you to tape while Shikamaru made sure the arch stayed against the wall.

The accumulated weight made it all easier, and it would surely stay there as decoration until the balloons naturally deflated. That made you feel a little less shitty for how much balloons ruined the environment.

Naruto’s reaction made it all worth it. The change of style wouldn’t last, you were sure, but he looked happy.

You caught Itachi staring at you. Sliding your arm off Sasuke’s, you approached the older Uchiha.

“Long time no see.” His smile didn’t fill his dark eyes as he greeted you.

You tried to chuckle. “Two years? Three?”

“Something like that.” He brought his cup to his lips. You waited for what he wanted to say. He let it out, “I’m worried about my brother.” It sounded like a confession.

Taking a sip of your own cup, you took the bait, “Can I ask why?”

“I would be alarmed if his girlfriend didn’t ask why.”

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“How many times did you see him this week?”

“Every day at campus.”

“And after?” Your silence was the answer he had anticipated. “You don’t have to tell me if you’ve been fighting, but you need to fix things.”

“W—what? No! We are fine.”

He didn’t believe you. “He never got this upset when he fought with Sakura.”

“Why does everyone insist on comparing me to her?!”

“Because he dumped her for you.”

You hated hearing that. It wasn’t true, and if it had been it would’ve been fucked up so you would’ve stayed away. At least you wanted to believe that. “I didn’t force him.”

Itachi rested his hand on your shoulder, brotherly encouraging you, “Go talk to him. You’ll do everybody a favor.”

Instead of looking for Sasuke, you decided to entrench yourself in your bedroom. Everyone was having fun, you didn’t want to sour the mood with whatever it was you were feeling.

You bumped into Ino on your way to your room. She ignored you while you followed her with your eyes. She was handed a drink by Sakura.

Shaking your head, you continued your path. Were the hostilities worth it? Your best friend seemed to have forgotten you existed, Sakura hated you, Shikamaru hadn’t given up... and the worst part of it all, Hinata was right.

Closing the door behind you, letting out a long sigh, you failed to see you weren’t alone.

Sasuke took his earphones off, sitting up on your bed where he had been laying on his back.

You sat down on the edge of the bed. “Why are you here?”

“You left me alone to go with Itachi.”

“You should talk to him,” you told him, hoping it would convince him to leave the room. “He’s worried about you.”

“Your crush Itachi?”

“Your brother Itachi.”

Sasuke grunted.

You left the bed in order to snatch the zippered hoodie on your desk chair. To your luck, the autumn air would get too chilly while you were trying to unwind.

He grabbed you by the wrist, startling you.

“What the fuck is your problem, Sasuke?”

“What’s yours? Since when do you get so worked up by me not saying anything?”

“Since when do you ignore the person you are supposedly dating for an entire week?”

Dropping your wrist, he shrugged, only staring at you to see your reaction.

“This was a mistake.”

Picking your keys, you dropped them into your pocket. You took your cellphone so you could let know Hinata you were fine and walked to the door.

“So that’s it?” He asked harshly. “You’re going to leave me in your room, take a walk, come back, kiss Shikamaru and pretend this didn’t mean anything?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. He had picked up on it quicker than it took you to plan it. “He’s nice and hasn’t given up.”

You counted his steps. One, two — he messed with his hair. Three, four — he looked taller as he approached you. Five, six — his chest heaved up and down. Seven, eight — he fixed his eyes on yours. Nine, ten — why were you counting?

“Is he?”

You nodded, holding his gaze.

“Do you want to know what’s going to happen?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. “You will do all of that, regret it when he becomes unbearable again, and wish I was there so you could use me some more.”

“I am the one who used you?!” The fucking nerve of this guy. “It was your idea.”

“Well, I stopped doing it a week after!” He exploded.

No, no, no. You shook your head, trying to find a way to put more distance between you and him.

“You don’t know what you want. You just haven’t spent enough time with other people. AND we wouldn’t even work that well together! I like showing affection and you don’t, a—and I talk too much for my own good...”

“Haven’t I shown you enough affection already?”

“It’s different. That was fake.” You explained it to him, “I mean doing things because you want, because showing the other person that you care feels good. Sometimes it’s handholding but others is not doing it because you can tell that person is—“

He cupped your face to shut you up, bumping his nose with yours. Slanting his head, he gave you the chance to push him away, to tell him no. That didn’t happen, you couldn’t do it, you didn’t want to do it.

He kissed you, and you kissed him back. Your hands traveled up his arms, stopping at his shoulders. Sasuke hummed into the kiss, sliding his hand to the back of your head while the other stayed on your cheek.

You parted from him, barely allowing some space to exist between you two as you analyzed his expression.

“I was angry,” he confessed under his breath. “Itachi is nicer than me, more of your type.”

“You misunderstood what I said.”

He nodded. “I was mad already, but then you spoke about my brother like that and...” clenching his jaw, he turned his head to the side. Sasuke stared at the wall, willing it to show him the appropriate words to say. “Being with you feels right and I don’t want to lose that. I wish I had seen it sooner.”

You giggled out of nervousness — this was more nerve-wracking than being seen as a goddess. This was real, you hadn’t done much to achieve it. And he was correct, it felt right.

Breathing in and out at a slow rhythm, you found yourself toying with the seam of his t-shirt. “I shouldn’t like you this much.”

“I personally believe you should.”

You did it anyway. It couldn’t be that bad if there was no fiber of your being that didn’t scream in some level of awe every time you were around him. Or every time you thought of him. Or when you heard his name being uttered.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

Sasuke moved his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly as he angled his face to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid past his lips and pried yours open, caressing your tongue once you gave him access.

Movement behind you interrupted the heated kiss. The door was pushed open. You craned your neck, arms still around Sasuke as your eyes fell on Hinata.

“We’re about to sing Happy Birthday to Naruto.”

Sasuke sighed shakily, withdrawing his hands from your body.

Hinata didn’t leave your room until you showed signs of intending to follow her to the dining room. Sasuke trailed behind you, hurrying to grab your hand.

Everyone was staring at you instead of focusing on Naruto. You avoided looking at anyone but the celebrated, wanting the song to be over already.

Ino stared blankly for a moment, eyes moving to your shoulder. And it dawned on you — it had never been about your happiness or comfort.

She liked Sasuke too.

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He watched you fidget in the middle of his kitchen as you used to in middle school, back when you weren’t able to string a sentence in front of a stranger without stuttering.

He grew worried as your fidgeting turned into pacing.

“Why are you so tense?”

You shrugged dismissively. “Things out of my control.”

Controlling the way other people felt wasn’t something you ever wanted. It sounded like the worst superpower in the world. You just wished Ino would’ve told you the truth.

Losing friends over a guy was not how you thought your love life would go when you accepted helping him. It didn’t cross your mind when you realized you had fallen for him — perhaps because his reciprocity hadn’t been something you foresaw either.

“You can stay with me tonight if you want,” he offered like he knew exactly what the problem was.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” you joked.

“Very much.”

You almost smiled. Your gut told you to hug him, kiss every millimeter of his gorgeous face, and just forget about everything else. Your brain found the idea stupid.

”Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you really hate affection?” God, what an annoying question to make. “ I— I don’t want to be repetitive with the topic, but I would feel awful if I was forcing you to display anything.”

“You’re not forcing me.”

Sasuke beckoned you closer, resting his forehead on yours when you complied. You forgot the words you were meaning to say, willing to get lost in his eyes and never come back.

You cradled his face, leaning forward. Brushing your lips against his, you decided that worrying and feeling bad would only keep you from experiencing this. And so you kissed him more firmly, stomach flipping when he chuckled on your mouth.

He broke the kiss for a fleeting moment, just to mumble, “I’ll show you real affection.”

His lips returned to yours, kissing you aggressively. He left you breathless, gasping for more of his mouth instead of air. His hands roamed your body as he kissed you.

Your heart hammered in your chest, feeling him push you backward. Your back hit the counter and he used the fact as leverage to grind against you.

Dragging his mouth down your throat, he put the soft kisses he had been meaning to litter all over your neck for weeks to the side and instead sucked on your tender skin.

The actions granted him a whimper on your behalf. His hips bucked up, prompting you to trail your hands down his torso. He refused to disconnect your fronts, grinding on you some more.

Sasuke toyed with the edge of your t-shirt, barely inching it up as he did so. His fingers brushed your soft stomach. “Take it off.”

Gripping the hem of your t-shirt, you slid off as quickly as you could, awkwardly holding it in your hand. Sasuke pried it off your hand, throwing the fabric to the side.

He took his shirt off too, letting it fall on top of yours. His hands were back on you instantly, running up your torso as he fit his knee between your legs.

You unabashedly groped his shoulders and back, attaching your mouth to his collarbone. Sasuke grunted, bringing his hands down to undo your jeans.

He cupped your pussy, fingers pushing your panties flush against your labia. He felt the material dampen just as you ground on his hand.

“Be patient.”

You whined. “Don’t tease me then.”

Pushing your jeans and panties down to your knees, he collected your wetness, spreading it up and down. “You think that’s teasing?”

“I don’t care. Do something.”

His thumb brushed your clit. He drew light circles on it, eyes fixed on your needy ones. He smiled, satisfied with the effect he was having on you.

Slowly, he slid a finger in your pussy, pressing his thumb on your clit. He caressed your walls, taking his time to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you.

The addition of a second digit came with harsher movements. The curling of his fingers inside you consequentially led him to rub your clit.

“Do you like that?”

You hung your head forward, gripping his shoulders as you hummed. Not able to help it, you arched your back, lifting your hips. His name erupted from your lips, tone needy as you asked him not to stop the scissoring movement.

“Use your words, baby, tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Your walls momentarily squeezed his fingers. “So good.”

He kissed your jaw, then dragged his mouth against your skin, peppering kisses down your neck.

“Turn around.”

“Bu—“

“It’s been a while, I’m not going to last long.”

You bent over the counter with your ass up, waiting for him. A thrill ran down your spine when you heard him zip down his pants.

He rubbed the tip of his cock over your slit, making you whimper. You lightly shook your ass, encouraging him to get inside you already.

Giving you a playfully spank, Sasuke dipped into your pussy. His breath hitched, the warmth enveloping him was better than he had imagined. You could feel every inch filling you, his veins throbbing against your walls.

As impatient as you were, you craned your neck. “Give me a moment,” you said shakily, “it’s been a while for me too.”

His fingers trailed up and down your sides, silently assuring you that you could take as much time as you needed.

You didn’t need much time, your lust for him, combined with his soft touch, and how good he felt seated inside you, were more than enough for you to relax.

“You can move.”

He started slow, resting his hands on your waist as he pulled out only to enter you again. He did it a couple of times until he was sure you weren’t experiencing discomfort.

The pace was too slow in your opinion, a waste of time. You didn’t care how long he would last, at that point you just wanted him to make you come.

“I’ll do whatever you want,“ you promised urgently, “just go fast.”

His hands moved up. While his right one groped your chest, trying to free your tits from the bra, his left arm wrapped tightly around your middle.

Thrusting up into you, he managed to sneak his hand into your bra. Pinching your nipple, he relished in the sounds you were making, in how tightly you were squeezing him.

It made him quicken up his pace. The arm around you loosened for a moment so he could trail his hand down. Finding your clit again, he started rubbing it, this time with quick circular movements.

You gripped the counter, crying out. You wanted to thrash and scream all at once, in part because you were sure he would’ve liked it but mostly because your legs were already tingling.

He didn’t miss a single time. Not only was he hitting your g-spot repeatedly, but Sasuke had also put the inhibitions aside and with his breath on your cheek, he was moaning in your ear, moving his palm to your other breast, kneading it. You shifted on your feet, wishing you could do anything else than hold onto the counter.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, fingers rubbing your clit fervently.

You let out a string of courses through whines, brain getting fuzzy as he nuzzled against your neck.

Pulsing around him, your curses became incoherent sounds that mingled with his groans and hums.

Sasuke rasped in your ear, “Come all over me.”

You didn’t trust your words, not when his own went straight to your lower stomach. There was nothing you longed for more than pleasing him. He had demanded it, and you complied quicker than your pride would ever allow you to admit.

He blurted your name, spilling inside you after a few finishing snaps from his hips.

Guiding you to a standing position, pushing your belly against the edge of the counter as his sweaty chest heaved against your back, Sasuke attempted to catch his breath.

Fascinated by the fact that you were using a blow dryer to dry your panties, Sasuke leaned against the bathroom’s doorway.

“Do you need help?”

“No.”

“Are you mad at me?”

You turned the panties inside out, just making sure you were drying them properly. “Why would I be mad? It wasn’t on purpose.”

The bathroom became silent as you turned the dryer off. Sliding the panties on, you stared at him with eyebrows raised.

Sasuke scoffed, looking away. Clearing his throat, he announced, “The kitchen is clean already.”

Turning the light off, you walked past him into his bedroom. He placed his hands on your waist, sitting down on his bed as you stood between his legs.

“Are you staying?”

“Yeah. Hinata texted me, she wants the apartment all for her and Naruto.”

His brow furrowed. “But... would you stay if she hadn’t said anything?”

Moving a strand of hair off his face, you assured him, “Yes.”

Sasuke hummed, sliding his hands to your back in order to wrap his arms around you. Holding onto his shoulders, you blew air on his face to keep that stupid hair from covering his eyes.

Amused, he shook his head vigorously to mess his hair. You pouted. He snorted, tugging on your hips to bring you onto the bed on top of him.

Resting your weight on your arm, laying on your side, you reached out to fix his hair. Sasuke pushed your hand away, shifting to face you.

“You need to trim that hair.”

He grunted. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing really, but it doesn’t let me admire your eyes.”

A red tint appeared on his face. You kissed his flushed cheek, smiling against his skin.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he whispered.

“I’ve already admitted I like you, the least I can do is enjoy making you blush.”

Sasuke repositioned himself on the mattress, closer to you as his new position on his side naturally allowed him to. He gave you a kiss out of nowhere.

You laid on your back to give your arm a break, draping your other arm over his frame to trail your fingers down his spine.

He dropped his head onto your chest, sighing softly, while his arm circled your waist.

“I thought you didn’t like cuddling,” you commented, worried that he would get uncomfortable.

“I might’ve lied,” he mumbled, nuzzling on your t-shirt.

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masterlist

current fandoms: aot, bsd, haikyuu!!, and black butler

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flora’s recs

  11/12/20

the tribes of palos verdes 

jim mason:

  cuddles w jim mason - hc 

  love u bunches - cheesy, corny, cuddly softness.

cody fern’s characters

  quarantine with the ferns - hc

hemlock grove 

roman godfrey: 

  when it rains - roman is comatose, and you’re the last one to find out.

  you’re mine, baby boy* - sub!roman rights

  only angel - (bartender!au) y/n knows how to pick her own fights. 

  he never really calls back* - shameless enemies to lovers smut. 

  bisclavret - (werewolf!reader) y/n can’t change back, but roman will always be there for her.

villains

mickey:

  hot mess - needy, cuddly, large, tall mickey. need i say more?

  relationship alphabet (d, k, u, y, z)

  dtf** - mickey wants to get y/n in the mood, but the question is how?

  i’m lucky you’re with me - the 4 times you tell mickey you love him and the 1 time he tells you.

jules:

  in too deep - jules x fem!reader, aka villains but make it ~lesbian~

    part 1**

    part 2 

    part 3 

    part 4

    part 5 

    part 6

    epilogue**

mickey x jules x reader:

  let’s call the whole thing off** - arguing behind someone’s back isn’t cool, especially when you’re dating them.

battlecreek

henry pearl:

  my world is hanging in someone else’s hands - y/n stays up late for her love.

  lookin’ up from a cigarette and she’s already left - battlecreek but make it y/n.

  cuddles and comfort - wisdom teeth removal trope, based on my experience.

  the doctor is in - dad!henry is precious and deserves the world.

criminal minds

spencer reid:

  picking it apart - spencer reid is many things, one of them being a movie critic, apparently.

  love me love me (say that you love me) - after a close brush with death in the field, y/n visits a wounded spencer in the hospital to have a heart to heart.

  thief! - spencer’s not leaving anytime soon if you have anything to do with it. 

  minor arcana - spencer makes a new friend - one that’s incapable of speaking to him - but a new friend nonetheless. 

  shave and a haircut - spencer needs a haircut, and you just so happen to know how to give him one.

  doctor’s check up - after talking down an unsub, spencer checks in on the reader.

  if you want to, only if you want to - spencer comforts a child after she’s been rescued, and the precious sight can’t help but make you dream of having a family with the doctor.

  i adore you - 5 things spencer loves about you.

  new love - spencer tells the team about you, his new girlfriend.

emily prentiss: 

  scintillation - profiling is a heavy job, but emily’s glad she has a light in her life to even it out.

  whisper down the lane** - an innocent childhood game takes a not-so innocent turn.

penelope garcia:

  theft of the heart - reader is a source of light in the bau, even when the power’s out.

corpse husband

  the best kind of cold - corpse is playing among us with friends, and even while asleep, reader still manages to make a guest appearance.

attack on titan

jean kirstein:

birthday boy - early morning cuddles and contemplation with jean.

haikyuu!!

shoyo hinata:

  new team - you teach hinata some skills in middle school and to pay you back, he guarantees you a spot on the karasuno volleyball team.

sk8 the infinity

  sk8 boys as pet peeves/icks (hcs)

bungo stray dogs

osamu dazai:

  drunk words, sober thoughts - after noticing dazai’s absence from kyouka’s party, your search for the man leads you to the pier, where you get to spend some alone time with him.

[miyaniacs]

Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 9 - Fear 

Chapter 8 - I love you’s and lies ;  Index ; masterlist

A/N: this is kinda like a filler chapter - preparation for it all to go down ^^

Friday 6am

The room was dark. 

The only thing heard was heavy  breathing and blood dripping. 

Bokuto sits in the big leather chair, the knife still in his hand. He leans his head on one hand  and sighs. His eyes move back up to the man hanging down from the ceiling. There‘‘re cuts all over his skin, parts of his skin missing. 

“How can I be sure that you‘re no lying?“ he asks and gets up, slowly walking towards him. The eyes of the man show nothing less than pure panic. 

“Tell me, how can  I be sure you‘re telling the truth?“ He towers over the man, tipping his chin with the tip of the knife, while tilting his head to the side. 

“I - I promise! I‘m not lying! That is exactly what I heard the boss and Ushijima say a few hours ago !“ the mans voice is filled with fear. 

“So YOU are saying that they don‘t trust Y/N anymore?“ Bokuto hisses. 

“Yes! They said she‘s not trustworthy anymore, since she seems way too comfortable with you and ..“ the man stops. 

“And what?“ Bokuto growls, his hand grabs the skinned arm of the man, who lets out a bloodcurdling scream. 

“That they think about killing her, since... she knows too much, they can‘t let her go just like that.“ he whispers. 

“Killing her?“ Bokuto says between gritted teeth. “How could they... how could he... gosh she thinks she really means something to Ushijima.“ he mutters. 

“HINATA!“ He screams and immediately the door opens and the orange haired man walks in.

“Yes?“ he asks. „Take Atsumu with you and go to my flat - get her out of it and bring her here.“ he says coldly.

“But Bokuto..“ Hinata begins but gets interrupted. „ NOW!“ he yells, his eyes shining dangerously. 

“FUCK!“ he yells as soon as the door slams close. 

How could he been so blind? Obviously it couldn’t been that easy. At some point they had to find out that he and the others knew about her being a spy and using it for their advantage. 

His thoughts get interrupted by a muffled groan. 

“CAN‘T YOU SEE THAT I NEED SOME TIME FOR MYSELF?!“ He yells and spins around facing the man again. „And.“ he takes a step forward, „I need to you to be quiet.“ a quick movement with his right hand and the man is quiet. 

Friday 7 am

“He‘s in here.“ Atsumu says and watches you with sharp eyes and an amusing smirk on his face. You warp your arms around your shaking body and wait fir Hinata to open the door. You‘re freezing cold. They woke you up about half an hour ago and immediately dragged you out of Bokuto‘s flat. 

The door opens and you take a step inside. It was dark and quite. The door slams shut behind you.

In the dim light you see some silvery objects neatly laying down on a white desk. Plastic foil on the floor and a lifeless body hanging from the ceiling.

No... no... this can‘t. They know. Omg they know it they know everything. And now.. they... You don‘t have your phone with you. How can you tell your loved ones that you‘re sorry and that you love them? How can you apologize to Ushijima- that you failed and that he shouldn’t do anything stupid now. But how did they found out= have you been too carefree? Has he checked your phone? NO - u look back at the dead man - was it him? Did he betray you? Was he the reason that you‘ll now - 

You‘re unable to think this thought any further.

Then you see him. He‘s sitting in the large chair in the middle of the room. 

“Come here love.“ he demands without moving an inch. On shaking legs you take a step, and another and another, until you‘re right in front of him. 

Bokuto frowns and quickly takes off his jacket.  

“Gosh i said now, but that didn’t mean to not let you change.“ he sighs. You look down on yourself. He was right. You‘re only wearing his sweatshirt and your shoes... and that’s it.

You take the jacket with shaking hands. “Why am I here?“ you whisper. 

Closing his eyes he pats his leg. “Come here.“  Hesitantly you sit down and instantly his arms wrap around you, pulling you against his body. He rest his chin on your shoulder and takes a deep breath. 

“You‘re in danger love.“ he mumbles, “They know that we know about you and now they can‘t trust you anymore... and we both know what they do with those they can‘t trust... This man“, he nods to the dead body, „told me that he heard your boss and - I’m sorry to tell you - and Ushijima talk about it.“ 

Ushijima. 

He would never... he could never... not after last night... or was it.. his... his farewell? 

The room remains silent, the only thing heard is your breathing and the dripping blood. 

Then it hit you. 

The message. He told you that he was with „the Boss.“ He tried to warm you. This is all staged. All part of the plan to get you even closer to Bokuto, hopefully even involved in the gang. You blink a few times and take a deep breath. 

Okay, you‘re time to act again. 

“I - this.. why?“ you breath out and shift on his legs, cuddling closer to him. 

"I‘m sorry.“ he genuinely says and kisses your forehead.

"Thank you Kou - Thank you for protecting me.“ you say and nuzzle your face in his neck. His hands gently stoke your back and hair, “I know this is a shock to you, but i promise I‘ll do whatever i have to do to keep you save, I promise i‘ll talk to my boss and ask if he can help.“ he says determined. 

The room was dark. 

The only thing heard was slow breathing and blood dripping. 

Two figures can be seen in the chair. 

Bokuto‘s gaze is fixed on the dead body. His eyes showcase determination, anger, fear and love. 

Her face is hid in his neck, that was he can‘t see the guilt in her eyes and the worried expression. 

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[dayseternal-blog]

Summary: Hinata is oblivious, too.  Naruto can’t stand it when she’s looking elsewhere.  Kaitenzushi AU.

Part 2 of a series of short one-shots in Modern AU written for @badluckbrebis for NaruHina Secret Santa 2020!

Rating: G

I think I had trouble describing the setting in this story, so if you read it from my AO3 post, I inserted a picture (a picture is worth 1,000 words, huh...), so hopefully that makes things clearer.

Anyway! Please enjoy the next part of your gift!!!!!!!  There’s more to come.

Notice Me

Color-coded plates carrying perfectly formed nigiri sushi float by on the revolving belt beside her.  Kiba, sitting straight across from her, grabs gleaming salmon, tuna, tamagoyaki, unagi, and hamachi sushi for herself, Shino, and Tenten quickly from the belt before the plates sail away to the next table...

Sakura abruptly turns around and kneeling over the booth divider, bonks him on the head with her fist to scold, “Hey!  Kiba!  Stop hogging all the good ones!”

Kiba giggles soo unapologetically, and Tenten claps her hands with glee.

Naruto, who’s sitting across from Sakura in the other booth, stands, points accusingly at him, and argues, “I wanna switch!  It’s not fair!”

...Is it her imagination?  Did he look at her once, then twice, before he huffily sat down again?

It must be just her own crushing-hard heart talking.  She’s in his line of vision, and Kiba was definitely trying to hide from their anger, so it’s natural that Naruto looked at her.

Kiba’s eyes shine mischievously as the spicy tuna piled high on inarizushi come their way.

“Kiba-kun…” Hinata whispers, shaking her head in hopes of deterring him from his plans.

Kiba sighs, “Fine, fine.”  He raises his voice so that the other booth can hear him, too, to say, “Hinata’s taking pity on you guys!”

She can hear Ino and Sakura cheering her name, and she looks past Kiba’s side and…

Blue eyes are trained right on her.

She blinks, and he’s looking determinedly at the spicy tuna coming his way.

No, no.  She reminds herself that there’s no way he was looking at her for the purpose of just looking.  He must have been looking at her because Kiba was talking about her.  And he’s probably just super hungry because Kiba was taking all the plates off the belt before they could get to them, and he was watching the sushi coming, and she happens to be in his line of view because she’s also next to the belt…

Kiba and the rest of her table forget about torturing their other friends, and they tuck into their sushi happily.

Minutes pass.

Conversations happen.

Naruto is watching the sushi an awful lot.

The way his head is tilted to see the sushi farther down the line...closer to her...not just passing by his own booth…

Is that normal…?

Why does she feel like she can feel his eyes…?

To test what could just be a trick of her peripheral vision, she glances directly his way.

Meeting blue.

Heat blooms from her chest, definitely staining her cheeks that uncontrollable tell-tale red, and he’s straightening up, gaze averting back to his own tablemates.

She pulls her own attention off of him to find Kiba and Shino scrutinizing her, then Kiba’s grin stretching wide, his prominent canine teeth way too threatening, and before she can deny the implications of such a knowing expression, he’s turning to peek through the space beside his bench.

“HOhhhh,” he exclaims, snickering, his whole back obviously trembling with laughter, and turning back to face her, he continues, “someone’s having too much fun.”

Tenten leans forward, “Huhh?  What’s happening?”

“It’s not what you think!” Hinata quickly tries to argue.

“Oh??”  And Tenten is leaning into her, craning her neck to see what Kiba saw, but then she seems to put two and two together as she almost stands up to see over Kiba and Shino’s bench.

“Naruto’s flirting with her,” Shino concludes in a tone much too matter-of-fact.

“No, he’s not!” Hinata practically hisses, trying to quell both the blow-up at her own table and the fire sizzling her face, but a quieter part of herself begs for it to be true.  And in her panic, she glances toward Naruto to make sure he’s not hearing any of this.

Why is he leaning to look at her again??  She’s so red, and he looks too interested, and is he smiling?!

She covers her face with her hands and wonders for the millionth time how he doesn’t seem to know his effect on her.

Kiba kneels up on his bench cushion.  “Naruto, look at what you’re doing to poor Hinata!”

She hears him go, “What?” and she doesn’t know what to do with herself.  Her stressed hands wave in front of her face, and she now knows that she has the entire attention from the other table, judging by the sudden increase in volume.

A waitress comes by, and Sakura and Ino promptly sit down again.

Divine intervention.

The waitress asks, “Do you all need anything?”

“Oh no,” Kiba laughs, “we’re good.”

The waitress nods and moves on to exert her pressure onto the other booth.

And finally, Hinata feels like she has the presence of mind to calm down.  “Kiba-kun!” she scolds in a hushed whisper, but no one is on her side.

Both Tenten and Shino are laughing with him.

She makes a deep, long sigh, and against her better judgment, just to make sure he’s not looking at her anymore, she glances over at Naruto.

He’s not looking.

She hates herself for being disappointed.

But just that quickly, his eyes slide toward her, his smile widens adorably, and she’s too shocked at being caught to look away, and he’s waving at her.

Huh?  Does he actually expect her to wave back?

Kiba’s looking at her incredulously.  He stands up again despite already getting in trouble with the establishment, and he points at Naruto.  “You guys should just sit next to each other already!”

“We can see each other through the chairs!” Naruto explains happily.

And she really doesn’t know how her crush can be so oblivious, but Sasuke and Sakura deal with it anyway, saying, “We already know, you idiot!”

“Oh.”

“You want me to switch places with you so that you can sit across from her?” Kiba offers.

“Ohh...no…?  We’re pretty much done eating anyway.”

The angelic waitress comes by again.  “Did you need anything?”

Kiba hesitates this time, looks around the table at the stacked plates, and asks, “Is everyone done eating?”

Hinata nods her head vehemently.

“Then we’ll have the bill.”

It’s with great relief that she pulls out her wallet.  This is the most chaotic sushi lunch she’s ever had in her life, and she doesn’t think her heart can handle anymore.

If this is how it’s going to be when she’s not sitting by Naruto, then maybe she shouldn’t try to avoid him next time.

Next time, she’ll just sit with him like Sakura was furtively trying to do for her!  If she sits by him next time, although she'll be a hot mess, she at least won’t have to suffer through such an extent of nonsense again!  She’ll definitely be shy and quieter than she already is, and she might have trouble focusing on her food, but that would be infinitely better than subjecting herself to such public teasing.  She couldn't have known that this would be the product of her prudently designed plan to distance herself from him for a bit.

She sighs again.

How Naruto doesn’t already know that she likes him is beyond her understanding.

[knightofameris]

passionfruit yakult — oikawa tooru

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: Neutral 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: boba shop au, enemies to lovers muahah, cursing, college au as well????, there’s a guy who is really pushy towards making a move on you so almost kinda sexual harrassment, *slaps fic* this baby can hold all the tropes huh, tbH THIS SHOULD BE A LONG FIC BUT UHHHHHHHH, LOTS of cursing. WILL PROOFREAD TOMORROW.  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3.1𝚔 (my longest one wtf)

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍: passionfruit yakult 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 Ding Tea 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔!

⇽ 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 ◜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞◞ 

Mornings for you weren’t that bad. Actually, you kinda liked mornings (even if you slept late the night before). It’s always a bit cathartic for you when you’re able to wake up early enough to watch the world wake up before your eyes. Plus, the whole thing makes you feel a bit more productive for being able to wake up early. Though, some days are worse than others. Don’t let that deter you, though, sleeping in doesn’t make you any less productive. As long as everyone here is getting the right amount of sleep and not listen to what society deems as productive, you’re doing just fine. 

Except, mornings are bad. For one reason only. Working the first shift meant preparing the shop an hour before it opened every morning. 

Wake up at seven, lay in bed on your phone for a few minutes, set some music on your speakers, do a bit of morning yoga. Then brush your teeth, eat, get dressed, and pack your bag full of things you’d need for classes along with a change of clothes and it’s already nine. You liked to take your time getting ready in the morning. Get to the train station and clock in to work at ten. 

But every morning, every god damn morning when you’d clock in at ten o’clock there’d be some sort of mess. The floor wasn’t mopped, maybe. Or the cups weren’t stacked in their rightful spots. Perhaps there were dishes left over that still needed cleaning. Or, mayhaps, the screens for the menu were left on for some reason? You could go on about it.

Whoever worked the night shifts was surely out to get you. You were sure of it. They just wanted to piss you off for no reason other than to make you hate mornings, because you’re one of the few that actually like mornings! 

“I swear to god,” you mutter angrily, “I’m gonna murder the evening shift people.” 

This morning, they decided to forget to mop the floors. Or rather, they forgot to do it last night. 

“I feel like the more they glare at the floor, the floor’s going to get destroyed,” Yukie said, eating her onigiri as she sat on one of the chairs. She had already finished her morning duties. 

Akaashi sighed, about to step in to take over before Bokuto bounded towards you instead. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Let me mop the floors instead, we still got a few more minutes before the store opens so just relax!” Bokuto grinned at you, his hands outreached for the mop in your hands. Staring at him with his bubbly and energetic personality relaxed you. Of course, your fellow morning shift coworkers had a distaste towards whoever it was that left the place messy the night before, but you were the one that found it most frustrating. Considering the fact that you’ve left notes for them. 

Taking a deep breath, you hand the mop to Bokuto and thank him before walking towards Akaashi who simply stood behind the counter with his hands clasped behind his back. His watchful eyes stayed on your form. The anger that was in you earlier had dissipated. Finally, Akaashi could relax instead of figuring out a way to keep you from aggressively making drinks. 

“Do we know who even works the night shift?” You asked, fiddling with the laptop that played the music throughout the shop. 

“Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hanamaki Takahiro, and Matsukawa Issei,” Akaashi says off the top of his head. “You should really look at the schedule more often.” 

You shoot a glare at Akaashi but he remains unfazed. But it surprises you that you didn’t know that pretty boy Oikawa Tooru was the one leaving a mess. Okay sure it can be one of the others or all four of them but the “pretty boy” never sat right with you with his fan club.

“Isn’t Oikawa-san that one pretty boy with a fan club on campus?” Yukie questioned, her onigiri long finished. 

“Huh? Oh! Yeah! He plays volleyball with me,” Bokuto said, pushing the mop cart back to the janitorial closet. “I think he also played for his team back in high school. Aoba Johsai?” Akaashi nodded his head in confirmation.

You raise a brow at them, “Don’t you play volleyball Akaashi?” You slightly recall the times Yukie, Bokuto, and Akaashi have talked about going back to their high school to visit underclassmen or their training camps to see how Hinata and Tsukki were doing, whoever they were. 

“Yes, but now that we’re in university I don’t play anymore, so I’ve never met Oikawa-san or the others.” 

“Ah,” you slightly tilt your head back in realization. “That makes sense.” 

A tapping on the door interrupted the conversation and all of your heads turn to the glass doors. It’s a customer, an older one, who simply points at his non-existent watch on his wrist. 

“Oops, it’s time to open up shop,” Yukie declared and all four of you went into motion to get started for the day, music began to play through the speakers of the shop. 

***

You were always the first of the four to leave from the first shift, since you had less of a gap between the end of the shift to the class you always had after. But fortunately, next semester you were able to find class times that better suited your schedule. 

Sitting in the lecture hall, grabbing the necessary items you’d need for the next hour out of your bag, you see Konoha making his way over to you. You met him in one of your classes your first year, but found it surprising that he also happened to be friends with Bokuto and the others since high school. 

But the first few sentences he said to you that day probably ruined your week. 

“Did you check the schedule of classes?” Your scrunched up face gave him the answer he needed. “The next class for the physics series next semester was moved to the afternoon instead of evening, so you’re gonna have to change shifts.” 

“What?!” 

Letting out a loud groan, Konoha gave you a sympathetic look, knowing how much you hated the night shift people you always talked about. 

***

Getting through the last part of the semester was difficult but not impossible. Sleepless nights spent at the library studying, cramming, working, and of course trying your best to keep calm while cleaning up the mess from the previous night shifts at Ding Tea. Oh right, and telling the manager you’ll be needing a change in shifts. 

It worked out well, luckily one of the workers from the night shift also had to change schedules so you simply changed with them. Iwaizumi Hajime. From what you hear around campus, he’s the only one who can keep the reins on Oikawa. So you were wondering how in the world working with Oikawa was going to be like, especially without him.

Oikawa let out a whine on his way to work with his other three friends. Except, Iwaizumi was the only one not wearing the work clothes, considering he was heading to class instead. 

“Iwa-chan, why did you have to switch shifts, now we have to deal with one of the morning shift workers.” 

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes with a scowl on his face, “Shut it Crappykawa, there’s four of them so we don’t even know if this person in particular is the one leaving the mess.” 

“Still! If I have to deal with cleaning up spilled boba from the floor again, I will-”

“What do you mean, I always end up cleaning the spilled boba,” Matsukawa comments. Iwaizumi whacks Oikawa on the back of his head, saying he had no right to complain if he wasn’t the one cleaning it up before he ended up needing to part from them. 

“See ya,” Hanamaki and the others waved at him. “Wish us luck keeping Oikawa under control.” 

“Just give him a good smack on the head, it’ll be fine,” Iwaizumi smirked and turned around, heading towards class. Hanamaki and Matsukawa exchanged glances, a silent conversation between the two of them as Oikawa spent the rest of the walk depressed and rubbing the back of his head. When they approached the store they saw you already inside, working diligently to prepare the shop, a few customers already coming by. 

As the three boys head into the shop through the back to clock in, you immediately shoot them a glare. But most of it goes towards Oikawa, who gets the sudden chills down his spine. 

“You’re late.” 

Then a smile appears on your face, greeting the customers after you turn your head away from them. 

“Well, this will be fun,” Hanamaki comments, grinning as he puts on his apron to help you out in the front. 

Oikawa points towards you half-heartedly as he looks up to Matsukawa, “I feel like they already hate me, what did I do Mattsun?” 

Matsukawa simply shrugs, “If Iwaizumi was here he’d just say it’s because of your fanclub.” 

“They’re just jealous I have girls and boys and everyone else falling for me,” Oikawa turns his nose up, also heading towards the front since they all knew with his face in the front, they’d definitely get more customers.

***

“Stop making a mess Shitty-kawa! Clean it up next time!”

“Oi! Where’d you get that from? Iwa-chan?!” 

--

“No one wants you here, Oink-kawa.” 

“Wh-wha- Excuse me, we get more customers because of me. And Oink-kawa?!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a pig.” 

--

“You’re the one that made me hate mornings, and now I hate the entire day because I know I have to work with you!” 

“You’re just jealous tha-”

“No.” 

Matsukawa walked up to Hanamaki who was preoccupied on his phone. You, however, marched past Matsukawa and Hanamaki into the back with an angry huff. It was always entertaining to see the Iwaizumi and Oikawa argue, but the two of you had something... Different? 

To be quite honest, the two of them were tired of your arguing, especially as the semester came to an end. And Iwaizumi was tired of hearing the two of them complain about you and Oikawa, and then Oikawa complaining about you. 

“Hey,” Hanamaki shifted his phone for Matsun to see, “there’s a party tomorrow night.”

Matsukawa raised a brow, “We have work tomorrow.” 

Hanamaki gave him a pointed look, “Do you really want to deal with them?” 

Matsukawa glanced over at Oikawa fuming at the front then over to you, angrily shoving and reorganizing the boxes in the back. Meeting his strawberry-blonde friend’s eyes, his decision was made. 

***

“Sorry guys,” their manager, gave you and Oikawa a pitied look with a shrug as she prepared to leave after checking in. “Matsukawa-kun and Hanamaki-kun never took a sick day so I gave it to them. No one else could come in and besides, it’s Thursday. Not a lot of people come in on Thursdays.” 

You tried reaching for and arguing with your manager but she narrowly avoided your hand when she made it through the door to escape the bickering she only ever wanted to hear about, but never experience it. 

Oikawa opened his mouth to speak until you raised your finger up in the air, silencing him immediately. 

“I’ll work front, you stay in the back.” 

And for once, Oikawa didn’t have the energy to try to retort. 

At this point, the two of you just learned to sorta put up with each other. It was hard, but it was necessary. And, you would never admit to it out loud, but you were getting tired of being angry all the time. And yet, you still always let yourself be angry at him. 

Because he was annoying. 

Even when he talked about volleyball and wanting to be the best and to finally beat that Ushiwaka guy or outsmart Kageyama. Okay you’ll admit, his passion is pretty incredible. But Oikawa was annoying. 

That’s it. 

Final. 

Luckily, your manager was right. Today was a slow day but it was a slower day than usual. Which you couldn’t complain about. It’ll be boring, sure, but it’ll be easy. You just wished that Hanamaki and Matsukawa were there. They were funny, and you liked talking to them. 

The front door opened with a ring and you and Oikawa both called out, welcoming the man that walked in. You didn’t pay any mind to him, just another customer and he seemed to be someone who was a college kid. 

“Hi, what can I get for you?” You tried putting on your best smile and the man arched a brow. 

“Uh, the signature is fine.” 

“Sure thing, what size?” 

“Large. No boba.” 

“Alright, and will that be all?” After typing in his order, you look back up, the fake customer service smile still painted on your face. 

“How about your number?” 

You blinked. The guy wasn’t necessarily bad looking, but the more he stared at you the more you got a weird vibe from him. 

You chuckled nervously, “Uhm, sorry-” you tried coming up with an excuse as to why you didn’t want to give him your number. 

“Come on, baby,” he placed his hands onto the counter, leaning in towards you as you froze in place, “I can be your sugar daddy, how about that? You don’t have to work in this place and all you have to do wou-”

“Excuse me sir, we have the right to deny anyone service and I think you need to leave.” 

The man glanced behind you and you saw him visibly shiver before he stood straight up. It seemed as if the man was debating whether or not he wanted to try to argue. 

“The door is right there,” Oikawa placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Please leave.” 

Looking up at Oikawa, there was a sort of deadly gaze with his eyes being overshadowed that would’ve made you shit your pants but knowing it wasn’t directed at you but rather this man, it made you feel safe. And the way he spoke, it was lower than usual, but filled with a sense of authority. 

Taking in Oikawa’s figure made you realize how tall he was and how fit he got from volleyball. His shoulders were incredibly broad and the squeeze was firm yet it didn’t hurt. 

The ringing of the bell from the front door brought you out of your daze as Oikawa’s face softened when looking at you. 

“Are you alright?” Oikawa asked, his chocolate-brown eyes searching yours. When you don’t reply he says your name. 

You suddenly take a step back, away from him and glance off to the side. 

“Ye-yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure, you’re shaking.” Oikawa took another step towards you, placing both of his hands gently on your quivering shoulders. You didn’t even notice you were shaking. 

Oikawa’s thankful that you don’t step away from him. To be honest, he was surprised you didn’t retort back at the man. At the same time, however, the vibes the man gave even made Oikawa himself uncomfortable. 

“Here,” Oikawa began pushing you towards a chair and sat you down, “I’ll close up shop but just sit here for now.” 

“What? But-”

“It’s almost closing time, it’ll be fine~!” His cheery voice coming back easily. Usually it’d piss you off but, you’re more than glad that he’s trying to make you feel better, safe. 

Oikawa went off, locking the front door and turning off the open sign. The setter began humming as he prepared some drinks. Watching him was always interesting. This time it was rather relaxing. You’ve always known Oikawa was a hard worker, as you could tell from when he talked about volleyball and what Bokuto always talked about. But he was a hard worker in every aspect. He charmed customers and he made drinks exceptionally fast and accurately. 

To be honest, you actually didn’t even notice he made any messes. And in your experience with his fan club members always coming in to the boba shop, they were genuinely nice people and he was nice to them as well. 

You let out a groan. You had an image to uphold, you couldn’t go back on what happened in the beginning when you said you hated him. 

But then he placed a drink in front of you and sat across from you, sipping on his own drink. 

You eyed it warily, then looked back up at him as if you were asking him what it was. 

“Passionfruit yakult. With boba, it's usually too sweet and I noticed you don’t like too sweet drinks so it’s half sugar.” 

Grabbing the drink, you pierced the top with a straw and drank it. Though, you’ve never had it, it was good. You were also pleasantly surprised that he even remembered your preferences. 

Wait.

No, you weren’t pleasantly surprised. 

God, you wanted to rip your hair out. 

You set the drink back down, chewing and gulping the boba in your mouth.

“Thank you, by the way,” you murmured just loud enough for him to hear. 

He hummed in response, “The man was being a creep. If it were me however, you’d be fallin-ack!” 

You whacked him across the head, but a smile sat on your lips as your fingers settled to caress the boba drink on the table. 

Oikawa rubbed his head, about to make a retort but instead stared at you. Oikawa found that he liked it when you smiled. He kinda wanted to make you smile some more. 

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

At the end of every morning shift...

“Bokuto-san, make sure you clean up the mess before you leave,” Akaashi called out, grabbing his things before heading off to class. 

Bokuto waved his friend good bye with a grin on his face. And as the boy cleaned up the shop, he somehow forgot to clean up said mess. 

At the end of every night shift... 

“Are we really just going to leave this mess?” 

“They do it to us, so,” Hanamaki shrugged at Matsukawa. The brunet raised a brow then snorted, shutting off the lights before following his friend to the station. 

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!

𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:  look.... There was a plot hole and it doesn’t line up with boba shops but let’s just assume that there’s like an hour between the morning/night shift where the store is closed and that’s how they’ve never interacted....(i’ve only worked in a ramen shop adn that’s how it worked there ahdjfkhasdf and i foRGOT OKAY I JUST... IT NEEDED TO MAKE SENSE)

[gingerpeachtae]

Ebony Petals & Moth Wings [1]

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Pairing: akaashi x reader

Words: 14k

Genres: angel/demon!AU, college!AU, fake dating, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: controlling parents, smut, dirty talk, dom!Akaashi, fingering, denied orgasm, blowjob, face fucking, protected sex, daddy kink, college partying, alcohol, smoking

Summary: You’re supposed to be a good girl. You’re supposed to be kind and patient and virtuous. To do as you’re told and make your parents happy… but that wasn’t you. Not the real you, at least. You might have been an angel, but fuck, all you wanted to do was sin.

A/N: THE NEW STORY HAS BEGUN! It’s also my first time writing full smut so if you have any feedback pls let me know! 💙 *edit 1/16/21::: this was changed to a haikyuu fic

The sound of steady rain thrummed in your ears as droplets of water trailed down the window next to you, causing multitudes of tiny vertical rivers to obscure the view of the outside world. Your eyes followed the fluid movements as you absentmindedly rubbed your index finger on the rim of your drink, barely registering the cool, sleek feeling against your skin. Looking past the water leaking down the glass, you took in the way the sunlight shone through the clouds and reflected off the pavement. The way the rainwater pooled in the cracks of the sidewalks and filled up that one small pothole by the stop sign. The way the bright blue paint was worn off the bicycle across the street and the way the meticulously put-together flower beds dropped under the weight of the rain.

Your fingers twitched, wishing you had your camera with you. Tilting your head, you imagined finding that perfect angle to capture the limp flower petals. Maybe a close-up shot to show how they were waterlogged and-

“Are you even listening!?”

You jumped slightly and the sounds of the expensive restaurant came rushing back to your ears: murmured conversations all around you, the clinking of silverware hitting plates, the hushed melody of piano keys, and your parents staring at you disapprovingly from across the table.

Quickly, you removed your hand from the top of your water glass and brought it to your lap. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

Mom sighed loudly and as she adjusted the diamond bracelet adorning her wrist. “We’re talking about your future, the least you can do is pay attention Y/N.”

“More like your future,” you grumbled under your breath before you could stop yourself and unfortunately your father overheard.

“And this is why we’re concerned about how you may be affecting our image, Y/N. You need to be respectful,” he said sternly as he pulled at the cuff of his suit jacket.

You fisted your hands in your lap before taking a deep breath and apologizing to your parents.

After flicking her dark hair over her shoulder, Mom took a sip of her mimosa as Dad began lecturing you about how you needed to be polite and compliant because you were their daughter and they had a reputation to uphold.

You were only half-listening, just pretending to pay attention and nodding at the right times. You’d heard this speech hundred of times before, the whole “we’re some of the highest-ranking angels in the corporate world, we can’t have word getting out our daughter is fallen” bullshit.

Heavens forbid you could just be yourself and not act like some docile goody two-shoes.

“It’s such a pain covering up your mishaps.” Dad folded his hands together on top of the table. “Why can’t you just do as you’re told?”

Below the hemline of your dress, you tapped at your thighs to release some of the frustrations building within you and mumbled another apology.

Mom tsked loudly. “I bet it’s that boy she’s always hanging around that’s made her so stubborn these past years.”

“Hinata has done nothing wrong.” You gritted your teeth and did your best to speak levelly. “He’s my friend.”

“But such a poor influence.” Mom waved her hand as she took another generous sip of champagne and orange juice.

You sucked in a breath harshly, but before you could say anything, she cleared her throat. “And what’s this about being enrolled in a photography course this semester? You know your little hobby does nothing to further your career.”

Your entire body stiffened, nails now digging into your thighs.

Fuck, how did they find out what classes you were taking? No, who were kidding, they donated so much money to the university they could probably get any information they wanted, and apparently, they wanted your class schedule. They were probably livid when they saw you were enrolled in Fundamentals of Photography. They didn’t care that you loved photography. Didn’t care that you spent almost every spare moment of your life behind a camera. Didn’t care that photography was what you wanted to do with your life. They didn’t care at all.

They only saw it wasn’t a business-related course.

You grabbed your water glass, the condensation nearly causing it to fall from your grasp, and took a long drink to stall for time so you could come up with a response as they looked at you expectantly.

Setting the drink down, you met their gazes. “It’s, uh… it’s a gen-ed requirement.”

They both raised their brows, not sure whether to believe your words, so you kept going.

“I thought it could help with… understanding the more creative side of marketing.” You added a professional smile at the end, hoping it would help sway them.

You didn’t even know if photography counted for a general education credit, but since you already committed to that route you needed all the help in persuading them you could get.

Mom hummed skeptically but luckily you were saved from any further questioning by the waiter approaching your table, steaming plates arranged on a serving tray.

Your parents both began beaming, thanking him for the food and exclaiming how wonderful it looked, and you had to bite your lip to contain your scoff at how easily they switched their demeanors.

Leaning away from the table to give the waiter some space to place your own dish, a banana oatmeal pancake, was placed in front of you, your eyes trailed up from the food to flash the man a grateful smile. Once your plate was safely set before you and ensuring nothing else was needed, he stepped away and left you at your parent’s mercy again.

Hesitantly picking up your fork, you waited for them to continue their never-ending rant about being a better daughter, but to your surprise they began eating instead.

Silently letting out a relieved exhale, you did the same and tilted your head to resume your observations of the rainy world outside while Mom and Dad spoke of whatever new mistake an employee made at their companies.

You just wanted to get through this brunch as fast as possible and go back home to your apartment so you could snuggle up with Hinata while getting drunk and watching anime. It was Saturday for heaven’s sake, meaning you were supposed to be lounging around and eating junk food all day, not dealing with your two-faced, asshole parents who wanted to control your life. And the school year had only started a week ago, so you shouldn’t be dealing with them again so soon but alas, here you were. At a fancy restaurant with food that was priced substantially higher than it should be (seriously, how can a pancake be twenty-five dollars!?) and parents that could never be pleased. Plus, you still weren’t entirely sure why they had driven the three hours to campus. Was it solely to berate you for being a “problem child” again or did they meet with some of the faculty? Fuck, you hoped they didn’t meet with any of your professor because that would be so messed up and embarrassing on a wide array of levels.

Shaking your head slightly to rid yourself of the thought, you peered out the window and tried to concentrate on the shots you would be taking if you were alone and with your camera.

The loose petals littering the wet ground. The broken umbrella deserted in the alley. The dreary, overcast sky.

Your fingers twitched, longing to be out there.

Several more minutes passed as you stared outside and slowly ate through your ridiculously expensive pancake until Dad cleared his throat, making you sadly turn your attention from the rainy world.

He placed his silverware down on the table and folded his hands together. “The reason we came today is because your mother and I have been talking and we both agree it’s time.”

“Time for… what…?” You asked warily as worry blossomed in your chest.

Mom downed the last of her mimosa. “Time for you to start thinking about marriage or at the very least getting engaged.”

Your eyes blew wide and your fork clattered to your plate as disbelief swelled inside you. “Excuse me!? M-Marriage!?”

“You’re at a perfect age to find a handsome, respectable angel. One who is willing to take care of you and look past your… shortcomings.” Mom turned her nose upward a little as she finished her statement and your jaw dropped.

They couldn’t be serious. Your eyes frantically searched their faces, looking for signs of sarcasm but deep down you knew it was hopeless. They didn’t do sarcasm. They were being completely and utterly serious.

Dad tapped his index finger against the back of his other hand. “Have you met any potential suitors?”

“Wha-no! I’ve been attending class, not fucking scouring campus for a boyfriend!”

They both frowned at your word choice, instantly reprimanding you and demanding you choose more elegant and refined vocabulary.

You bit your tongue and dug your nails into your thighs so hard you thought you might draw blood.

With a displeased sigh, Mom went on to say that if you didn’t find a respectable angel soon then she would take matters into her own hands.

You loosened your grip on your legs as your hands began to shake. “But-”

“You’ll do as you’re told, Y/N.” Dad interrupted you. “Find someone we approve of or we find someone for you.”

You had a steel grip on the steering wheel as you let out a frustrated scream and jerked your body forward and backwards. The scream eventually faded into a groan as you jammed your finger into your car’s start button. Feeling the vehicle rumble to life beneath you, you made yourself take several deep breaths as you processed what just happened.

Okay, so… they want you to get married. Or at least engaged. You could totally find someone you liked and could stan spending the rest of your life with within two weeks. You could do that. It was easy. There were a lot of students at your school, so there had to be one person you could be with here… right?

Slumping against the seat, you sighed as the weight of what your parents said fully settled over you.

It had always been like this; them controlling you, making decisions for you. They were both thrones, the third-highest rank of angels… not that rank actually mattered in the world. Neither did being a fucking angel. Sub-personas were just a part of who you were, it didn’t… or rather it shouldn’t make one person better or worse than others. Unfortunately, some people, including your parents, believed they were better because of their person and rank. They even held a stigma against those with demon personas, saying they were dangers to society.

But that was complete and utter bullshit.

Because if there was one thing you had learned in life it was that not every angel was good and not every demon was bad. Sure, one might get certain… tendencies… sometimes from your persona depending on what type you were, but overall, it’s the person not the persona that decides how you act and behave.

“Not that they would ever understand that,” you mumbled to yourself as you connected your phone to the car via Bluetooth and began playing your ‘Angy As Fuck’ playlist.

As you pulled out of the parking spot and began driving home you wondered if things would be any different if you were a higher rank. Maybe if you weren’t a fallen angel, they wouldn’t view you as an embarrassment and a stain on their precious reputations… not that you had ever really done anything to garner their disappointment in the first place beyond a little mischief here and there. Their dissatisfaction with you all stemmed from you being the lowest-ranking angel that was considered one step away from being a demon.

Fingers tapped against the steering wheel and you huffed before reaching over to crank the volume of the stereo up.

Louder.

Louder.

Louder.

Until all you could hear and think of was Point North’s “Never Coming Home” bleeding and pounding through the speakers.

Eleven more minutes went by of drowning out your thoughts with music and after parking your car in the garage of your luxury apartment complex you reluctantly dialed back the volume and turned off the car’s engine. Dragging yourself out of the vehicle and trudging the way to your apartment, you pulled your phone out of the purse hanging off your shoulder and saw you had a notification from Hinata.

Sunkist: How did it go…?

Clutching your phone in one hand, you blew a raspberry while digging your apartment key out, shoving it into the lock, and pressing your door open. Immediately kicking your heels off, you turned and closed the door before sagging against it and closing your eyes for a moment. Then with a deep breath you texted your best friend back.

You: You’re not going to fucking believe what they want from me now

You: I’m seriously gonna scream

Sighing, you let your gaze trail over your apartment that was way too nice for any college student as you made your way to your bedroom. Throwing your phone on the leather couch as you walked past it, you rolled your eyes at how your parents refused to let you live in a townhome or grungy little studio like a normal fucking student. You peeled off your dress as you passed the threshold of your room, thanking the heavens the garment didn’t have a zipper. You didn’t think you could deal with contorting your body to take off clothes right now. Once the expensive dress was back in its proper spot in your closet, you took out your comfiest sweatpants and trusty Captain Levi chibi shirt before going back to the living room and flopping on the couch. Blindly reaching out, you grabbed one of the pillows next to you and smashed it against your face as you released a long, agitated scream into the plush. Once the shriek ended, you let the pillow fall from your face then picked up your phone.

Sunkist: Alright bitchacho you better be putting your comfies on cuz im coming and you’re gonna tell me what happened

Sunkist: Then we’re gonna cuddle the rest of this Saturday away while binge watching bnha 🥰😤

Sunkist: I know todoroki makes your heart go boom boom

Sunkist: And I’m bringing you some takeout cuz those stupid ass restaurants your parents bring you to never have adequate portions so I know you’re hungy

You smiled as you read through his messages.

You: 🥺 thank you I love you what would I do without you

You: And YES my icyhot lover is the bestest boi 😍😭

Sunkist: Hey what about me???

You: Sorry love but you ain’t no shouto todoroki…

You: You’ll always be #2 in my heart tho 🙂

After snickering and hitting send, you let your head fall back as you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palms.

What a fucking day and it wasn’t even noon yet.

Akaashi sharply in haled as he gripped the girl’s waist tightly with one hand, forcing her hips higher as he roughly thrust into her from behind. His other hand was holding the back of her neck, forcing the top half of her body down into the mattress. Even in the darkness of the bedroom, Akaashi could see that her face was contorted in pleasure and he smirked at the sight.

“That’s how you like to be fucked, huh?” He breathed out a chuckle. “Nice and hard, at my mercy. Shit. You’re taking me so well.”

A low groan came from Akaashi as he felt the girl’s hot, wet walls contract around him. Muffled moans and whimpers escaped past the girl’s lips while her hands desperately clutched at the loose sheets beside her head as he gave her several harsh thrusts.

Pressing his weight on top of her, he pulled the girl’s hair to the side and licked up her neck before sucking at the skin behind her ear. Slowing his pace to go deeper, Akaashi breathed heavily as he maneuvered his hand at the girl’s waist to her clit. Lazily rubbing circles over the swollen and slick bud, he heard her breath hitch and her warm walls tighten even more around him.

Grunting at the sensation, Akaashi bit her shoulder. “Gonna be a good girl and come for me? Hmm? Gonna cream all over this cock?”

Her moans and whimpers were louder now, nearly full screams.

“I want an answer,” he ordered, thrusting particularly hard to emphasize his words.

“Yes yes yes!” The girl cried out. “I’ll come all over your cock… please jus-fuck! Don’t stop!”

Giving an approving hum and pressing her face further into the soft mattress below their sweaty bodies, Akaashi added more pressure to her clit as he began to rub it more vigorously.

Her walls tightened… and tightened… and tightened…

And then suddenly pulsated around his cock as she came. Hard.

Letting out a high-pitched moan, the girl squeezed her eyes shut as she rode out her high.

Akaashi continued thrusting in and out, guiding her through the orgasm, as black smoke began to curl out her mouth.

Her sexual energy.

Just the sight of it made Akaashi’s hips stutter.

With the arrival of the smoke, Akaashi’s eyes changed. One glowing an electric blue and the other a vibrant purple.

Still pushing into the girl’s hot cunt, Akaashi placed his mouth near hers and quickly inhaled the energy into his body. Instantly, he felt the rush. The tingles and shivers and seductive warmth that came with feeding spread throughout his body. The euphoric feeling built and built and built within him until he shoved his cock as far as he could inside the girl and came with a guttural curse, spilling hot cum into the condom.

Once his orgasm subsided, Akaashi did his best to keep his full weight off the spent girl beneath him while gingerly pulling out.

Brushing the hair out of her face, he nudged her carefully. “Hey… you alright? I wasn’t too rough?”

She only shook her head, eyes still closed, and nuzzled further into the sheets. “No… it was perfect… fucking perfect…”

A cocky smile overtook Akaashi’s face as he pushed himself up and off the girl and strode to her bathroom. After properly discarding the condom and dampening a washcloth he found in the closet, he returned to the bedroom and gently cleaned up the girl. Glancing around the room for the hamper but not seeing one, Akaashi shrugged and walked back to the bathroom to place the used cloth on the sink. Then he picked up his clothes where they had been tossed to the ground and quickly redressed as the girl watched his movements from the bed.

“Almost done…” he mumbled to himself before approaching the girl and kneeling down beside her.

Reaching out to hold her face, he made sure her eyes were focused on him and him only. Eyes glowing once more, he dove into her mind and weaved himself out of the memory of their sexual encounter. The process was like pulling a loose thread from a shirt: fast and easy until one point where you just had to yank and sever the connection. She would remember having sex, and it being consensual, but she wouldn’t remember a face or voice. Wouldn’t recall that it had been him who fucked her.

Meaning there was no chance of his secret getting out.

Satisfied no trace of him was left, he leaned away while his eyes faded back to normal and the girl instantly fell asleep, a side-effect of rummaging around her mind. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, Akaashi quietly made his way to the bedroom door and slipped outside.

Nodding to himself once the door softly clicked closed, he turned and found Bokuto as he and the girl had left him, tummy down on the living room couch scrolling through his phone.

The boy rolled himself off the furniture and stretched his arms over his head before whispering, “Fuck man, I know you hadn’t fed in a while, but did you really need to take that long?”

Akaashi just shrugged in response as he threw on his jacket and snatched his phone up from where he had left it on the coffee table. Making sure they both had all their belongings they then made their way out of the girl’s house.

“You know she’s going to assume it was you that fucked her, right?” Akaashi shoved his hands in his jacket pockets while walking down the front steps.

Bokuto waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah yeah yeah, I know what me and my fuckboy reputation get into whenever I tag along to ‘hangouts’ with you.”

Akaashi bumped his friend with his shoulder, giving him a tiny smile. “Thanks Bo. I mean it.”

The boy just laughed and told him not to worry about it before marching forward with determination under the light of the streetlamps. “C’mon, let’s go home. My jellies are calling my name and who am I to deny them the pleasure of my mouth?”

Snorting in amusement, Akaashi went to follow his friend but paused to look past the darkened outline of treetops to take in the gentle glow of the moon. Letting the cool breeze whisper across his face, Akaashi stared at the hazy white and breathed deeply for several moments before Bokuto called his name and he began striding into the night after the jelly-motivated boy.

The week had been hell for you. Literal hell. Not only did you already have assignments due, but you had been informed of upcoming projects in almost every class. Not to mention you had been scouring the halls for a potential fucking boyfriend and you hadn’t seen anyone that piqued your interest in the slightest.

The only saving grace had been your photography class. It was one hour and fifteen minutes every Tuesday and Thursday where you could relax and breathe. You could briefly forget about your other classes, your frustrating parents, and your impossible task to find an “acceptable” man. Yes, it was still a lecture about composition, lighting, exposure, and various other photography elements, but that was all stuff you enjoyed. You couldn’t say the same about Business Presentations or Microeconomics, that’s for damn sure.

Adjusting the backpack straps on your shoulders, you tapped your fingers against the fabric as you walked through campus to your car. The chatter of conversations floated over you head as you focused on finding the imperfections in the world. The uneven parts of the sidewalk, that one brick always missing from the corner of the physical health building no matter how many times it was replaced, the grass that had been destroyed by the construction vehicles during renovations, the singular, lone wheel of a stolen bike still strapped to the rac-

Wham.

Next thing you knew, you were on the ground, breath knocked out of your lungs and limbs splayed out. The asshole who rammed into you continued sprinting by, not even sparing you a glance as they disappeared into the distance.

“Fucking prick,” you hissed out as you glared daggers in their direction.

“Are you okay!?” A masculine voice entered your ears and out of the corner of your eye you saw someone crouch next to you.

Inspecting your palms and noting they only had a little dirt on them but were not scraped up, you nodded and began to push yourself up. Instantly, the stranger was gently helping, and you trailed your gaze from where his hands touched your body up to his face.

Lips downturned in a frown and strands of black hair fell into his concentrating dark blue eyes as he eased you to your feet. You blinked.

He was pretty cute.

“Are you sure you’re okay? He hit you pretty hard…” The helpful stranger peered at you in concern, still tenderly holding your arms.

Realizing this, you quickly stepped back and assured him you were fine while wiping your hands off on your jeans. “I was the one not watching where I was going.”

He looked at you uncertainly but eventually resigned and nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright. I gotta get going but try not to get run over on your way to where you’re headed, yeah?”

Letting out a soft laugh, you promised you would pay more attention to your surroundings. He smiled in response, causing his eyes to squint a bit.

Okay. He was really cute.

Then he gave you a tiny wave, stepped around you, and continued his way down the path.

You watched as he vanished into the crowd of students and sighed before diffing your phone out of your back pocket. Luckily, you had fallen on the other butt cheek, so it hadn’t been smashed to shit. Even luckier, you didn’t have your camera with you or else the lens probably would have been shattered.

Sometimes it’s the little things in life to be thankful for.

Pushing your hair out of your face, you resumed walking to your car as you opened your messaging app.

You: Yo wanna get pizzunk tonight???

A reply came only minutes later.

Sunkist: What in the actual fuck is pizzunk 😑

You: Pizza + drunk = PIZZUNK 🤩

You: Cut me some slack some dickhead just ran me over

You: May or may not have lost a few braincells but at least a cutie made sure I was okay

Sunkist: WHAT!?

Sunkist: Okay when you say ran over was it

A.       car

B.       bike

C.       skateboard

D.      unicycle

E.       scooter

F.   ��   person

G.      other?

You finally reached the garage where you parked during school days and quickly messaged Hinata back before starting the car.

You: Why is UNICYCLE an option 🤡 but it was press F for yours truly

Putting your music on shuffle, you drove home, and waited until stepping inside the apartment and collapsing on your couch to check your best friend’s reply.

Sunkist: There’s that one kid who rides the unicycle around campus…

Sunkist: ANYWHO WHO WAS THE IDIOT THAT HURT YOU!? I RIDE AT DAWN!

You: No idea… never even saw their face. But whatever just get your butt over here after class so we can get PIZZUNK

Sunkist: Don’t hate me for dismissing that beautiful word combination but I actually have a better idea for tonight! P A R T Y babey. A kid from class invited me.

Your heart lifted when you saw he had a party to go to, but it deflated in an instant. You would absolutely love to party tonight. Actually, you needed to party tonight. Nothing better to forget your troubles than drinking and dancing the night away with your best friend. But you still weren’t sure if it was a good idea.

Grabbing a pillow and placing it in your lap, you chewed on your thumbnail while texting Hinata back.

You: Fuck I would really love to party but idk my parents are kinda on my ass rn

You: What if they find out?

You squeezed the pillow to your chest. If your parents ever found out that you partied… you could only imagine what new hell that would raise.

Phone lighting up from Hinata’s new message, you saw he told you to just wear your face mask like you always did when you went out.

Slowly removing your nail from between your teeth, you paused as you thought how nobody had ever recognized you with your mask on before. Not even people you shared classes with. Your face was mostly covered with it and the darkness and flashing lights only helped to further obscure your features. Plus, your image as a goody two-shoes who studied 24/7 never made your name cross people’s minds.

Returning your thumbnail to your mouth, you thought about how stressed and overwhelmed your parents and classes had you and it was only two weeks into the semester. Granted, partying wouldn’t make those troubles disappear, but at least they would go away temporarily. And that was too tempting to pass up.

You:

Alright I’m in

A few hours later you tipped back another shot of pineapple mango vodka right as someone knocked on your front door. Swallowing the liquid and slamming the glass down on the marble countertop, you skipped over the entrance and unlocked the door. Before you could even swing it fully open, Hinata barreled through the doorway and swept you into a hug. He crushed you to his chest and you giggled as he lifted you off the floor and spun around.

After three rotations he finally set you back down, and your smile dropped as your gaze went down to his hands. “Where’s the tequila?”

Sticking his tongue out at you while moving orange locks of hair out of his face, he opened the door completely and you saw the bottle sitting out in the hallway.

He leaned down to pick it up with a giggle. “I didn’t wanna whack you with it, so I put it there for safe keeping.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside your apartment before telling him to go put on his music and prep some drinks while you changed into your outfit. Giving you a salute, he did as you instructed and began pouring out shots after connecting his phone to the speaker while you entered your bedroom.

A couple minutes later, you exited fully dressed and ready for the night. Well, you weren’t tipsy enough to be one hundred percent ready yet, but you were getting there.

That’s what the tequila was for.

Sauntering up behind a dancing Hinata, you put your hands on his hips and made him sway to and fro to the music dramatically. The two of you stayed like that, a wiggling and laughing mess, until the song ended. Then, the boy turned around to give your crop top, ripped jeans, and sneakers a once over before whistling and nodding approvingly.

“Damn girl… can I have yo number? Can I have it?”

Snorting, you pushed the orange-haired boy away while telling him to stop quoting old YouTube videos and marched to the counter to snatch up your filled shotglass. Bopping to the beat of the music, you brought the glass to your mouth and it had just grazed your lips when Hinata screamed at you to stop.

“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THAT SHOT WITHOUT ME YOU HEATHEN!”

With the glass still resting against your lips, you half-yelled back, telling him to hurry and bring his ass over to the counter then. Once he was in position, you finished tipping the clear liquid into your mouth and winced at the familiar burning sensation as it slid down your throat. You winced yet again when you realized neither you or Hinata readied limes or a chaser for the shots. A rookie mistake at its finest.

Both of you sputtered and coughed as the straight tequila did its damages. Groaning excessively, you rummaged through your stainless-steel fridge and pulled out two cans of ginger ale. Not the best chaser but it was all your poorly stocked fridge could provide at the moment besides coconut milk.

Hinata stared at your outstretched hand offering him the can of soda for a second before shrugging and taking it from your grasp.

As he popped the tab and skipped to the next song on his pregame playlist, you poured out the next round of shots.

“So, what’s the party we’re going to?” You asked as you Hinata his refilled glass across the counter.

After taking the shot and following it with a sip of ginger ale, he made a noise of slight disgust before informing you that a guy from one of his graphic design classes invited him.

“His name is Bokuto and he seems really cool!”

You observed Hinata for several seconds, analyzing him until you reached a somewhat concerning conclusion. “In other words, he’s totally a troublemaker like you.”

Your best friend had a knack for pulling pranks and being a meddlesome dork, especially when drunk. You weren’t sure how he had gotten away with it all without getting the shit beaten out him yet, but you guessed that was just Hinata being a charismatic, lucky bastard. Not that you had to worry about him in a fight though. Even if he was plastered, the strength he had from being an archangel could knock anyone out with a single punch.

Realizing Hinata hadn’t said anything back and was just grinning at you made you sigh and quickly toss back another shot.

You had a feeling it was going to be an interesting night.

Exiting the Uber, you ensured your white mask was secured around your face in the car window’s reflection as Hinata bid the driver goodbye. Once satisfied you were still properly concealed, you gave your hair a fluff and turned to take in the party for the evening.

Located at a house past the edge of campus but still relatively close to your apartment, there was a gathering of people talking and smoking outside, a wide-open front door, and heavy bass rap music vibrating through the air.

A typical college house party if you’d ever seen one.

“Ready?” Hinata asked.

“Fuck yeah, let’s do this.”

Smiling, Hinata grabbed your hand and began leading you to the door. As you neared, the all-too familiar sounds of a party floated into your ears.

Long exhales blowing out smoke.

Girls screaming for their friends.

Guys cheering as someone chugged.

Moans coming from secluded corners.

You passed through the threshold and then all you could hear was the music thumping as bright, colored lights flickered on and off. Bodies were pressed together. People were yelling. Spilled drinks and abandoned cups were thrown on the floor.

You grinned behind your mask.

Oh, how your parents would hate this.

But you? You loved it.

It was everything they weren’t.

Hinata continued pulling you forward through the stuffy house until you reached the kitchen containing the vast amount of cheap liquor bottles and cases of piss water beer. Inspecting the bounty thoughtfully, you selected the cleanest solo cup you could find and poured in a favorable amount of peach vodka followed by a splash of pink lemonade.

While stirring the drink with a finger, Hinata stepped close behind you to block you from the gaze of others and murmured into your ear that you were in the clear. Hastily, you pulled down your mask and downed the contents in the cup in three, big gulps. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you returned the mask to its place and patted Hinata on the chest while mouthing a ‘thank you.’

He only gave you a look of mild judgement as you set the cup down on a table. “I can’t believe you drank almost a full cup of that.”

“What? You got something against pink lemonade?”

No, but I have a serious issue with peach vodka, and you know that.” He visibly shivered, no doubt remembering the night he got a little too acquainted with that particular flavor of Russian liquor as he grabbed a can of beer.

As he took a long sip, you tugged on his arm and whined about how you wanted to go dance. It wasn’t your favorite music being played throughout the house, but it was totally booty-shaking music and you wanted to do just that. Holding up a finger to signal to you to wait, Hinata started chugging the beer and approximately three seconds and loud burp later, the empty was being tossed into the overflowing trash can and you were being led to the living room through the crowded hallway.

About a minute of squeezing through the mass of bodies and trying not to interrupt the various drinking game, you made it to the makeshift dance floor. Swaying your hips, you ran your fingers through your hair as you went to the center of the room and allowed the thumping music to take over your movements.

Bright lights flashed and obscured your vision.

Sweat dotted your forehead as you moved freely.

Voice grew hoarse as you yelled out the lyrics.

Hinata danced beside you, occasionally twirling you in his arms or held you close when random guys got a little too bold with you. At one point, when some dude with his white Nike socks pulled way too high tried to grind into your ass, your best friend yanked you flush against him and lowly told the guy to back off. Your cheeks had flushed as a result. Not because of being close to Hinata, but because of his comment.

You were an absolute sucker for a dominant man.

Fanning yourself, you caught Hinata’s attention and motioned outside to let him know you wanted a breather. Nodding, he took your hand and began pushing through the hot, sweaty bodies and making his way to the back of the house. Popping out the back door like a pair of newborn babies, the two of you sucked in the cool, fresh air with vigor. Well, it was as fresh as it could be with the smokers littering the back deck.

“You got flustered because I said ‘back off,’ didn’t you?” Hinata snickered in your ear, being fully aware of your dominance kink.

You just huffed and whacked his chest, making him erupt into loud laughter as your face burned from embarrassment.

“Hey, Hinata! Is that you!?”

Both your heads swiveled to the direction of the deep voice and through the hazy smoke in the air you saw a tall, handsome guy with black and grey hair spiked up staring back. His face lit up in recognition and he quickly excused himself from the two girls he had been speaking with to walk over. Meeting him halfway, Hinata and the handsome chap did that handshake to back clap greeting thing all guys liked to do.

“Bokuto! What’s up man?”

Ah, so this was the fellow troublemaker.

Hinata introduced you to each other and you gave the boy a wave. A big smile overtook his face as he returned the gesture. His greeting was genuine, and he seemed nice enough, but you could make out a glint of mischief dancing behind his golden eyes.

You let the two of them catch up as you drummed your fingers on the banister of the wooden deck. A few minutes went by of entertaining yourself by watching the drunk, high, and cross-faded people in the backyard, your favorite being the trio trying to make a human snowman out of themselves. You were jolted from your trance of staring at their failed attempts when Bokuto called your name.

“Why do you have on a mask?”

“Ah,” You pointed to the people holding lit blunts and cigarettes. “I don’t like breathing in smoke.”

He blinked at you and you saw a slight shudder run down his body, but you dismissed it as probably getting a whiff of alcohol that carried a bad memory.

“Right…” Bokuto coughed and took another drink out of his solo cup. “Hey, do either of you like art?”

The glint in his eyes had turned into a full sparkling.

“Because I have some paint stashed in a bush and I think this house could use some more… color.” Bokuto smirked and took another sip.

At his words, Hinata perked up and you rolled your eyes while giggling at your friend.

Giving Hinata’s arm a pat, you told him to run along and to try to not get arrested. “Just text me when you want to go home or need to get bailed out.”

He tried to protest there was no way he would get caught but you had already begun making your way back inside the house. “Have fun boys! I’m gonna go play some games.”

You reentered the hot, stuffy house and did a quick scan of the people and activities. A guy looked like he was about to throw up at a flip cup table that had been set up in the kitchen. A girl was getting quite heated on the couch over what looked like ‘never have I ever.’ And it appeared as though a twerking competition was commencing on the dance floor. All that was left was…

Beer pong in the hallway it was.

Clapping your hands together, the sound of which you barely heard over the music and screams, you shoved your way through the house to reach the table of neatly arranged plastic cups.

A new was about to start so you quickly tapped one of the players on the shoulder and yelled in his ear, “Does anyone have next?”

He nodded and pointed at two guys drunk off their asses a few feet away. Thanking the helpful lad, you then sauntered over to the intoxicated boys and battled your lashes while trailing a fingertip down their arms.

Thirty seconds later, you officially replaced the guy with poorly dyed blond hair as the new team member and you leaned against the wall to await your turn.

“Please… can you drink it for me?” You pouted and made your eyes go big since he couldn’t see your bottom lip sticking out.

Sejoon or Sehyoon or whatever his name was heavily tilted his head to stare at you with unfocused eyes. “B-But I’ve d-drank the last fiiiiiiiivvveeee.”

You rubbed the back of his shoulder as you leaned in to speak in his ear. “And I’m really really thankful for that. You’re like my knight in shining armor… so could you pretty please drink this one too?”

You hadn’t had any alcohol since your vodka and lemonade concoction earlier, but you didn’t feel the need to. You were still feeling nice and somewhat tipsy. Not wanting to brown-out tonight, especially with Hinata not being with you, you weren’t looking to drink anymore. Plus, you just really didn’t want to drink shitty beer.

Your pong partner’s hazy, half-lidded eyes shifted between you and the beer-filled cup that had a singular ping pong ball floating on top. The green dye of his hair stood out in the dimply lit hallway as he swiveled his head back and forth and contemplated your request. Finally, after his drunk braincell worked hard, he nodded and downed the cup. Smiling to yourself, you dipped your fingers in some of the beer still present on your side of the table and took aim at the final cup. After carrying the team through the entire match, you were ready to bring victory to you and Seh-whatever.

One satisfactory splunk that couldn’t be heard over the music later and you were being swept into your partner’s arms as your opponents groaned. Cheering loudly, you celebrated your win with gusto, and you could hear the other team yelling about redemption, but you didn’t care. You were honestly getting bored with the game so as soon as your partner let you go you dipped and made your way to the living room.

As you danced to your little heart’s content you wondered what kind of trouble Hinata and Bokuto were getting into. During the beer pong game, you caught a glimpse of them running through the house and laughing like idiots. Pretty sure there had been someone chasing after them too.

Suddenly you realized Hinata might have texted you while you were playing pong and you dug your phone out of your butt pocket while continuing to move to the beat. Muttering a curse when you saw how late it was, you then registered that you didn’t have a notification from your best friend but rather one from your mother.

Sighing, you swiped the message open.

Mom: I have scheduled a brunch meeting with a potential suitor and his mother in two weeks on Sunday at 10:30am. Be sure to arrive home early so I can check your appearance and make any necessary changes before we meet them.

You stared at the message.

And stared and stared and stared as you felt your blood boil and your breathing grow labored.

The sounds of the party faded to the background as anger surged within you.

Grinding your teeth, you shoved the phone back in pocket without replying and whipped your head around until you zeroed in on the almost-empty liquor bottle on the table by the couch.

Stomping over to it, you ripped down your mask, swiped up the bottle, and started chugging. You didn’t give a damn if anyone saw your face.

One. Two. Three. Four mouthfuls made their way down your gullet and you barely registered the burn.

Breaking away to suck in some air, you were about to return the bottle to your lips when a gentle tap on your shoulder made you stop.

Then you heard someone yell. “Um… you okay?”

Just like that, all the fury in your body evaporated and you were left feeling… empty. Empty and tired and done. Dropping the hand holding the bottle to your side, you didn’t bother fixing your mask as you turned to see who had interrupted your furious alcohol intake.

In the bad lighting you made out dark eyes and dark hair and holy shit it was the guy who helped you earlier today.

Your eyes went wide and so did his as he recognized you.

“Whoa, you’re the girl from earlier! Hi!” He smiled and his eyes turned into small crescents.

Yup, he was still cute.

“H-Hi,” you said back, not sure what else to say as you took in his simple black Henley long-sleeve and tight black jeans that really emphasized his legs.

He leaned in close and, fuck, his cologne smelled good.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N…”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Officially. I’m Akaashi.” He put his hand between your bodies, and you laughed lightly as you took it in yours and gave it a solid shake.

“So, Y/N, can I ask why you were guzzling…” He paused to tilt his head down to read the label of the bottle still in your grasp. “Jose Cuervo in the corner like a dehydrated mermaid?”

Releasing a self-deprecating laugh mixed with a sigh, you returned the bottle to where you found it and fully removed the mask from your face. No point in having it on anymore.

“Ah, would you like the sarcastic answer or the real one?” You inquired, though you weren’t sure which answer you wanted to give yourself.

He studied you, and you blinked as you realized how piercing his dark eyes were. How cut his jawline was. Maybe it was just the weird party lighting, but damn did you think he looked sharp. It contrasted so much with how soft his lips looked.

With a jolt you noticed you were blatantly staring at him and you flushed while quickly looking away to focus on the couple making out on the couch nearby.

You were trying not to grimace at the sight of messy tongues and teeth when he nudged you. “You decide.”

Bringing your eyes back to him, you let out a puff of air. Maybe it was the alcohol making you have loose lips, maybe it was the willingness to let you choose, or maybe you just didn’t care to hide it right now, but you found yourself giving him the real answer.

“My controlling asshole parents are trying to control yet another aspect of my life.”

Wow. Saying it out loud to another person that wasn’t Hinata was weird, but it felt… nice.

Akaashi tilted his head, making the flashing, colored lights reflect off his gunmetal hair. “Which would be…?”

“Who I date slash marry,” you filled in bluntly.

His mouth dropped in disbelief. “Oh, shit.”

“Yup,” you said while popping the ‘p.’ “Apparently, I need a handsome and respectable angel who is wiling to take care of me and look beyond my ‘shortcomings.’

You paused as you were momentarily distracted by the sight of some girl drunkenly spilling the contents of her cup on another person before bringing your eyes back to the boy before you. “Basically, I either find someone they approve of in the next week or they find someone for me.”

Akaashi scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. “Your parents are dicks.”

You couldn’t agree more, and you told him as much while you barked out a laugh.

Though once your smile faded, you looked down. “Just kinda sucks they ruined tonight. I was having a good time but now I just wanna go home and watch more Hunter x Hunter.”

You took in the grime and stickiness of the floor as you tapped your fingers to your thighs. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Akaashi check his phone and the next thing you knew his thumb and forefinger were gently tilting your head up to look at him while he asked if you came with anyone. Nodding, you mumbled that you came with your best friend, but he was off doing dumb shit.

Still lightly holding your chin, Akaashi smoothed his thumb across your skin and stepped closer. “Well, I wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing you left here alone so would it be alright if I walked you home?

His voice was soft but the way he was making you look him in the eye had you growing flustered. You were well aware his offer to walk you back could just be a ploy to get in your panties, but hell, you wouldn’t mind that in the slightest because you hadn’t gotten some quality dick in a minute. The fact he was so attractive and a decent guy (as far as you knew) were also bonus points. There was the possibility you were simply reading too much into his offer. Maybe he did just want to make sure you got home alright. Not that you would complain about that. It would be much safer to head home with him accompanying you instead of going alone. Even if you did have pepper spray with you, one could never be too careful nowadays; there were just so many sick, nasty fucks in the world.

In the end, you found no reason to reject his offer, so you nodded your consent.

Smiling at your answer, he dropped his hand from your chin and tilted his head in the direction of the front door, signaling to start moving that way. As you did, you took out your phone and sent Hinata a quick text, letting him know you were leaving and someone was being kind enough to walk you home.

Once the two of you finally escaped from the hot, stuffy confines of the house, Akaashi stopped you with a soft hand on your arm and asked what your address was while pulling out his phone.

“Oh, um… would it actually be okay if we walked? It would only be like twenty minutes or so…”

“Sure, just lead the way then.”

Giving him a tiny, grateful grin, you thanked him and began strolling down the street as the warm wind blew your hair around your face.

Akaashi quickly caught up with you, his shoulder brushing against your own, and asked why you wanted to walk instead of Uber as the sounds of the party slowly dissipated in the background.

Shrugging, you kicked at a stray pebble on the sidewalk and told him you just wanted more time to clear your head before you got home.

“I can respect that,” he replied while stepping around a deserted rental scooter left in the middle of the walkway. “So… tell me something about yourself a lot of people don’t know. If you’re okay with that of course!”

Glancing at him as you both passed beneath a streetlamp, you found he was already looking at you. Immediately darting your gaze away, you began to tap your fingers against your thighs again, and you heard him chuckling lowly in response.

Taking in the way the streetlamp up ahead was flickering and the way the pole of the speed limit sign was bent and mangled, you let out an exhale and said you liked photography. A lot. You explained how it was your passion and how you were constantly itching to go out and take pictures. How you wished it was your major instead of business management.

Akaashi ran another hand through his hair, causing some of the grey locks to fall into his dark eyes. “Why isn’t it?”

You just gave him a look in response.

“Right. Controlling asshole parents.”

Passing beneath the flickering lamp, you shivered a bit as the last remnants of heat from the party left your body. It was still warm outside, but the breeze was making the sweat on your skin cold. Noticing your slight tremble, Akaashi stepped closer to you so his side pressed into yours and when you didn’t move away from him, he slipped an arm around your waist. Warmth enveloped once more, but this time it was comforting and pleasant and eagerly welcomed.

Murmuring a thanks, you leaned into Akaashi and had to conceal your smile as he pulled you in closer, his frame now blocking you from most of the wind.

“What do you like to photograph?” His voice was honestly curious and that made you feel even warmer.

You didn’t answer immediately, instead you wrung your hands in front of you, a bit nervous since you usually didn’t talk about this with anyone besides Hinata. But this boy seemed to have quite a knack at getting you to open up.

“Um… I like broken things. Abandoned things. Worn down houses and empty, pothole ridden highways. The things most people look away from or try to cover up.” You felt your cheeks flush as you continued, not used to talking about it. “I think the, uh, duality of people is really fascinating, too. You know…. so many people hide themselves, their real selves, and the difference between who they are to the world and who they are by themselves or in bed can be so drastic…”

You heard Akaashi suck in a breath but was otherwise quiet as the two of you walked in the dark. Confused as to why he wasn’t saying anything, you looked at him in question. Still, he didn’t make a noise and your befuddlement and insecurity at your reveal grew. Then, all of the sudden, he slowed your pace until you were stopped and shifted so he was directly facing you.

Brushing some hair behind your ear, he asked in a low tone, “And what part of yourself do you hide?”

He was still gentle with you, yet something about his voice made you shiver. It was an innocent question, but the way he asked it wasn’t. His dark eyes narrowed, his voice rough and smooth, his hand lightly touching your neck. Your lips parted and almost all you could think of was that he was standing so close and he was just so good looking, but you forced yourself stand your ground, smirk, and gaze at him through your lashes. “What’s in it for me if I tell you?”

Behind you, a car turned the corner and drove past, illuminating you and Akaashi in their headlights. In the distance, you could hear another party going on. Across the street, a group of drunks were stumbling along the sidewalk. Yet, you barely paid attention to any of those things as you kept your focus on the tense boy before you.

In response to your coy retort, Akaashi only shrugged but you didn’t miss the twinkle of hope and surprise in his eyes.

Again, you weren’t entirely sure what it was about this grey-haired boy that made you want to be honest, for all you knew maybe it was his ability to have people tell the truth, but you bit your lip and balanced your weight on his arm and shoulder so you could whisper in his ear.

“I’m not the good girl everyone thinks I am.”

Moving back, you sent him a wink and a sly smile before strutting around his stiffened form and resuming your walk home.

You were giggling to yourself when it took Akaashi a minute to catch up with you, but you went quiet as you realized he wasn’t positioned as close to you as before. Maybe your comment had been a little too much. Maybe you did read too far into things. Huffing and looking sideways at the lights of passing cars, you did your best not to feel disappointed.

The remaining twelve minutes went by in silence, neither of you willing to push past the awkward bubble that now hung over you. Or maybe it was only you who felt awkward. Either way, it continued into the elevator. Just you, him, and the slow jazz coming out from the hidden speakers. You had stopped and thanked Akaashi when you reached the outside of your complex, thinking it was where you would part ways, but he had shook his head and walked past you into the lobby as he muttered something about needing to make sure you made it all the way home.

So now here you were. At your front door, pushing the key into the lock while Akaashi hovered behind you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable or worried, but you definitely felt his presence. The door clicked open and you turned to give Akaashi a final thanks, telling him how much you appreciated him accompanying you home. But all he did was stare at you. Not in a predatory way, but as if he was seriously thinking about something. Not sure what else to do or say because of that, you just smiled weirdly and went to go inside.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your elbow and stopped you.

Peering over your shoulder, Akaashi was still staring but now he was breathing heavily.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” He inquired in a serious tone.

“Wha-why? If you’re wondering if I’m drunk, I’m not, I’ll be fi-”

“Good,” he said roughly.

Then, he yanked you toward him at the same time he stepped forward and smashed his lips into yours. Your squeak at the turn of events was muffled by his mouth but it was fast to change into a moan as he used his grasp on your elbow to pull you against him while he twisted his free hand into your hair. Tilting your head to the angle of his liking, Akaashi kissed you hard, but the sensation was pure heaven because of the heat of his lips. Though as you went to kiss him back, he disconnected from your mouth.

“You’re… You’re okay with this, right?” His voice was raspy and filled with a tinge of desperation, dark eyes blown out to the point they looked as endless as the ocean.

Keeping his firm grip on your hair, his chest heaved up and down while his gaze went down to your lips. His jaw tensed and it looked like he was having to restrain himself as he waited for your answer.

Okay, he’s not cute. He’s hot. Like really fucking hot.

And it looked like you didn’t read too far into his offer after all.

Winding your arms around his neck, you nodded and whispered that you were most definitely okay with it as you leaned in to recapture his lips.

Like your words flipped a switched in him, Akaashi huskily groaned and let go of your elbow to clutch at your hip briefly before trailing his hand down to your ass. You felt the hot wetness of his tongue tease the seam of your lips as he grabbed a handful of your behind and squeezed. The action made you involuntarily moan and part your mouth against his, and Akaashi took immediate advantage of that by slipping his tongue in. Lightly darting the muscle in as if playing with you, you retaliated by biting at his bottom lip.

“Fuck, Y/N… c’mere.” He brought both hands underneath your ass and didn’t even wait for you to jump, he just hoisted you into the air.

Instinctively wrapping you legs around his slim waist you shut your eyes and tipped your head back as you felt the growing bulge in his pants hit your core.

“Eyes open and on me,” Akaashi demanded as he nudged your door open the rest of the way and went into your apartment but stopped as soon as he entered.

Doing as he instructed, you noticed he was standing in the threshold and looking past you at the apartment in awe.

As if coming back to his senses, he shook his head and brought his eyes back to yours. “Sorry, your place is just really nice.”

You shrugged as you toyed with the hair as his nape, enjoying the way it made his breath hitch. “It’s what happens when you get to use Daddy’s credit card.”

“Huh.” Akaashi lightly smirked and you didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened. “I don’t remember giving you my card.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you gave him a quick once over with a lifted brow. “A Daddy kink? Seriously?”

But he didn’t laugh. Or even crack a smile.

Instead, he kicked the front door closed with his foot and slammed you against it. “Yeah. Seriously.”

Latching onto your neck, he sucked harshly as he ground up into you. Placing one hand on your torso and the other against your neck to hold you where he wanted, he smoothed his tongue over the marks he was making. Feeling your panties grow more damp by the second, you whimpered and tugged helplessly at his hair.

“Fuck. Akaashi, please.”

You purposefully didn’t use the other name he was apparently fond of, wanting to rile him up a bit. See how far you could push him.

Akaashi stilled momentarily, his breathing ragged against your neck. Slowly, he began to trail his lips over your skin, making you shiver, until he reached your jaw. Then he pulled back and his lust-filled eyes bore into yours while he waited for you to correct yourself.

Not that you were going to.

Not satisfied with his uneventful response, you arched your back and whined, “Please Akaashi, I want more.”

In a flash, his hand wound itself in your hair and yanked your head to the side to expose the expanse of your throat, causing a load moan to tear its way out of you.

A sinister chuckle came from Akaashi as he let his hand fall from your hair, slide down your neck, and rest lightly against your breast. “I’ll give you more, but not what you want.”

As he pinched the nipple in his hand, he lowered his mouth to the other breast and began to suck on it through your top. Teeth nipping at the bud, his saliva began to seep through the fabric, and you felt the hotness of his mouth with every lap and swirl of his tongue. Tipping your head back against the door in pleasure, he switched sides and started to work on the other breast, giving it the same, delicious treatment.

Without warning, he grabbed the bottom of your top and hastily removed the garment, leaving you in your bra. He hungrily stared at your nearly naked front, thumbs tracing over the perked mounds visible through the lingerie as you ran your hands down his arms, feeling the muscles tense and shift.

“So perfect,” he murmured but didn’t move to unclasp your bra.

Instead, he set you back down on your feet and crowded you against the door while staring straight in your eyes and popping the button of your jeans. Your breathing was shallow as he traced his fingers along the skin above the waistband, making your abdominals contract and your body tremble in anticipation. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you toed off your shoes as fast as possible and he smirked while beginning to peel the denim down your thighs.

Once fully stripped of your outer layers, he knelt before you, but you pressed your legs together, slightly embarrassed by how wet and sticky your panties had become.

Tsking, Akaashi gripped your thighs. “Open your legs for me, and don’t make me ask twice.”

Feeling your core clench around nothing from his tone, your cheeks flushed, and you hesitantly complied, easing your legs apart. Biting your lip as you opened your core to him, he hissed when he saw the wet spot marking your underwear. As if enthralled, he lightly dragged a fingertip across the damp patch and you involuntarily bucked your hips forward, desperately seeking more of his touch.

“F-Fuck… please.” You breathed out shakily as he teased your center again.

“Please what?” He stood up but continued to stroke you.

You reached out to hold onto his shirt, fisting into the fabric. “Please stop teasing and just touch me already.”

With a rumble coming from the back of his throat, Akaashi shoved your panties to the side and thrust a finger into you. Gasping from the sudden entrance, you gripped his shirt tighter as he pushed in to the knuckle and curled his finger.

“Such a demanding little thing you are.” He began to pump his finger in and out slowly, causing your head to spin. “If you’re not careful, I’ll need to find a way of keeping you quiet.”

You moaned and ground down on his finger, needing more more more. Jolting when the heel of his palm began to rub against your clit lazily, you circled your hips in time with his movements.

Somehow, through your airy gasps, you managed to smirk and glance down at the large bulge in his pants. “You don’t need to find a way to keep me quiet, I can already think of a great way to keep my mouth occupied.”

He must have liked your reply because he added another finger inside you and began to move them at a faster pace.

Bracing his free hand on the wall beside your head, he studied your reactions to his ministrations, finding out what you liked and what left you breathless, before adding a third finger. A strangled mewl came out of you as he increased the pressure on your clit. All you could do was hold on to his shirt and clutch at his forearm while the cord deep within you became tauter and tauter and tauter.

“Want to cum all over my fingers? Want to drench them in your juices?” Akaashi huskily asked in your ear, making you clench down around his digits.

“Yes yes… please.” The cord was almost there, almost to the snapping point, and your breath quickened with each passing second.

“Too bad,” he whispered darkly and abruptly removed his hand entirely from your core.

Instantly, the approaching orgasm faded away and you felt empty as you stared at him in disbelief and frustration. How could he do that!? You were right there!

As he placed on of the slick-covered fingers into his mouth and cleaned it off, you cried out and asked him why. Why would he do that to you.

He pulled his finger out and you saw his jaw tick once. “I told you I’d give you more but not what you wanted.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you glared at him. You just wanted to cum, dammit. After a moment of contemplation, you decided you would just have to take care of yourself since he obviously wasn’t going to do it for you. You went to bring a hand down to your center, but he caught your wrist on the way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You struggled, trying to get free but it was no use. He wouldn’t let you go.

You looked at him in desperation and gulped by how dominating his aura was. Standing close, you could almost feel the impatience pulsating off him. Jaw set, body stiff, and lustful, dark eyes. Pushing your thighs together as a new wave of arousal hit you, you pouted and finally gave in.

“Daddy please. I need to cum so badly. I was so close, so so close.” You took a tiny step forward, so your chests were touching. “I want to cum on Daddy’s fingers, make them wet and sticky. Please let me cum all over them. Please.”

The hand enclosed around your wrist tightened, and you could see how pleased Akaashi was with your words. Hope blossomed within you, thinking you would now get what you wanted, but it deflated when he shook his head, a teasing grin at his lips.

“As tempting as that is, I think it’s time we make better use of that mouth of yours.” Then he pivoted on his heel and began walking through your apartment, tugging you along behind him.

Your bedroom door was still wide open, so he didn’t have to search or ask where it was. Dragging you into the room that was lit by a single lamp in the corner, you could see his eyes widen for a second as he drank in all the photographs you had on the walls. They were all your favorite shots you had taken over the years and you suddenly felt shy having him look at them. As if sensing you were about to retreat into yourself, he broke his eyes away from the pictures, let go of your wrist, and took his shirt off in that particularly hot ways guys do.

Needless to say, doing so officially distracted you from your insecurity about your photographs because holy fucking shit, his body was amazing. He was muscular, but in a lean, almost graceful way. Strong arms, defined pecs, lick-able abs, and a seductive v-line that made you want to do very bad things.

Or good, depending on how you looked at it.

You were still ogling the vein at his waistline when Akaashi moved forward and tilted your chin up to give you a sensual kiss as his other hand brushed against your breast. Bringing your hands up to touch his chest, you trailed them down his hot skin until you reached his pants. Then you hooked his fingers in the belt loops and dragged his hips to yours. Cursing under his breath between kisses, he grabbed your hand and brought it just a little lower, so you were cupping his erection. Palming him through his jeans, Akaashi grunted and thrust forward.

“Daddy, doesn’t it hurt?” You rubbed him again and could feel his dick twitch beneath your hand.

Moving his sinful mouth away, Akaashi smirked. “It does. So why don’t you make it feel better?”

Without hesitation, you were unbuckling his belt and undoing the button of his jeans. You took your time lowering the zipper, smirking as Akaashi made an impatient noise. Then you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes widening as you took in how muscular they were and dropped to your knees. You bit your lip when you came face to face with his bulge, the size of which wasn’t concealed by his briefs. Leaning forward, you placed a gentle kiss to his cock through the cotton then hooked your fingers into the waistband of the final barrier.

Glancing up at Akaashi, who brushed some stray hair out of your face, he nodded. “Go ahead, make me feel good.”

Dragging the briefs down, his cock came free and slapped against his lower stomach. Your mouth watered as you drank in how long he was. Tentatively, you reached out to take him in your hand and leaned in to give the tip a kitten lick. Cursing as you smoothed your thumb over it slit, you followed the underside vein and licked the entire length, mentally thanking him for being the type of guy to keep things trimmed. A guttural curse came from above you and began to slowly work him into your mouth.

“Fuck yeah, just like that. Wrap those pretty lips around me.”

Swirling your tongue over to tip, you took in more and more of Akaashi’s cock with each bob of your head. You braced yourself on his strong thighs and his hands fisted in your hair as you pulled off of his cock with a pop. Gazing up at him through your lashes, your core clenched when you saw him lick his lips and bite his bottom lip. Making your eyes go wide innocently, you maintained eye contact as you spit into your palm and started to lubricate the base of his cock.

“You’re being, shit, you’re being such a good girl, Y/N.” Akaashi groaned out as you worked his length.

His words made you still your movements, though, pausing for a second before you moved your head to kiss the sensitive skin at his waist. “I thought I told you I’m not a good girl…”

You felt his entire body tense for a heartbeat and then he cursed and grabbed your face in his hands. “Oh, so you want to be my bad girl? Hmm? Want me to fuck those gorgeous lips with my cock?”

Your pussy clenched and you nodded eagerly. “Please, Daddy, I want that. I want to be your bad girl. I want you to fuck my mouth so hard I can’t breathe.”

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” He gently removed your hand from his cock and tilted your head to the angle of his liking. “If you need me to stop tap on my thighs three times, alright? Good. Now open up nice and wide for me.”

He guided his cock into your mouth, easing it in slowly at first. You willed yourself to take a deep breath through your nose and relax your jaw and throat as he gathered your hair behind you and starting to thrust deeper. Curses and praises spilled from his mouth as you hallowed your cheeks around him. In no time, he was hitting the back of your throat relentlessly and you were gagging as he did so.

“Look at you, choking on this dick, on this big cock.” He let out a pleased moan as he thrust deep. “Taking it so well.”

Tears were gathering in the corner of your eyes and spit built up within your mouth as he fucked your face. Your panties were entirely drenched at this point and you shifted on your knees to try to gain some type of friction to between your legs. Not finding any, you swallowed around Akaashi’s cock, and he moaned as his thighs began to tremble beneath your palms. Taking this as a sign he was getting close, you did it again, causing him to curse loudly and grip your hair harder. Tears were now leaking down your face, and your jaw was throbbing, but you didn’t move to tap out.

His body shook and just as you thought he was going to release into your mouth, he pulled out. You looked at him in confusion and winced as you closed your sore jaw.

Leaning down to wipe away your tears, his dark eyes glinted wickedly. “When I cum, it’s going to be inside that sweet, pretty pussy of yours.”

Then his hands were at your waist and he was having you stand up before easily pushing you back on the bed. After taking off his shoes and socks, he crawled over your body, torturously dragging his hands up your thighs and torso, nipping at your skin.

“My bad girl made me feel so good, took my cock so well.” He licked up your neck as you clutched at his hair. “So, I’ll give you what you want now.”

Arching your back as nimble fingers finally unclasped your bra, Akaashi hummed into your chest as he took a nipple between his teeth. You could feel his hot cock twitching and pulsing against your hip and you gasped as he pressed his hand flat against your tummy, just shy of where you needed him.

Placing kisses to your breasts, chest, up your neck, and around your jaw, Akaashi made his way back to your lips.

He pressed his mouth against yours and he lowered his hand and ghosted his digits over your core, making you whimper.

“I want you to sink onto my cock. I want you to take it deep and hard as I pound into you.” He pinched your clit and you jerked in response, more arousal coating your ruined panties. “Can my bad girl do that for me?”

You almost sobbed from how turned on and wound up you were. “Yes! Yes, I can do that Daddy. Please just stuff me full with your cock.”

Akaashi made a satisfied noise and flipped your bodies so you were now on top. You rolled your hips against him, and you cried out from how utterly good it felt. Akaashi’s hands gripped your waist, helping you move up and down as you placed your hands against his firm chest.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you. Now.” Using his hold on your waist, he lifted you up, ripped off your panties, and positioned you over his leaking tip.

He began to lower you, but you gasped and quickly told him to stop as you leaned over to your bedside table and dug out a condom. You hastily ripped it open with your teeth as Akaashi’s eyes widened in astonishment. Then you scooted back a bit to roll the rubber on, thanking the heavens that the condom was big enough.

You giggled and patted his chest. “Sorry, Daddy. You can fuck me now.”

You hovered over him, took his dick in your hand, and put him at your entrance. And then you lowered yourself down, both of you hissing as you sunk onto his cock. Him at finally being hugged by your hot, warm, velvety walls. You at the slightly uncomfortable stretch. Pushing through the meager discomfort, you took him all the way and your breath caught at how big he was.

How deep and perfect he was.

After you nodded at him, Akaashi groaned as he dug his heels into the bed and began to thrust into you. Neck veins sticking out. Arm muscles flexing. Sweat dotting along his skin. Cock filling you up.

He watched your breasts bounce in time to his thrusts and with a low groan he raised his torso so he could connect his lips with yours as he pounded into you. The new angle of his hips made the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot and you clawed at his back, leaving red lines in your wake.

You began to move your hips in time with his, desperate to have him hit that spot inside of you again. Sounds of his grunts, your moans, and slapping skin filled the room.

Akaashi chuckled against your mouth and moved his hand to rub a thumb against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. “So fucking wet and tight. Just for me. Just for your Daddy.”

You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath, as you felt the cord within you begin pull taut.

Placing sloppy kisses to your neck, Akaashi circled your clit more vigorously as your pussy tightened and tightened. With a smirk, Akaashi adjusted your hips and his cock once again hit that sweet spot inside you, but this time he hit it with every single thrust.

A strangled gasp came from your lips as your eyes rolled back in your head.

With a tsk, Akaashi grabbed your jaw in one hand. “Remember, eyes open and on me.”

With effort, you did as he demanded, and you felt searing heat coil in your abdomen.

“Is Daddy making you feel good? Hmm? Shoving his cock deep inside your tight, little pussy?” Akaashi bit down on the junction of your shoulder and neck then smoothed his tongue over the mark. “I want to you to cum on this cock, squeeze it with your walls and cream all over it.”

Just like that, the cord snapped.

A scream of pleasure ripped its way out of your throat as you reached your peak. Your body trembled as you pulsated around Akaashi’s cock, drenching it just how he wanted. He continued to thrust into you, grunting as your clenching walls drove him closer to his own orgasm. Taking his thumb off your clit to not overstimulate you, he smoothed his hand over your back as you breathed heavily.

And then something peculiar happened. His eyes shifted, one glowing blue and the other purple. They were beautiful… but why the hell were they glowing? Did they actually turn colors or were you so fucked out it was making you imagine things? His cock still driving into your pussy wasn’t helping you have a clear mind either. Blinking as your high finally subsided and your vision was less hazy, you noticed that black smoke was flowing out from your lips and Akaashi was starting to inhale it.

You stared in shock as he sucked whatever it was into his body and then moments later, he was shoving your hips down toward his, making you yelp in surprise. His cock was pushed in deep and he groaned lowly as he released into the condom. You felt him twitching and pulsing within you and your mouth dropped open because of the sheer amount of cum spilling out from his cock.

Weird, glowing eyes and strange black smoke aside, you imagined feeling his hot seed coating your walls and filling you up and the thought made you clench around him again.

With a long exhale, Akaashi dropped his back down to the bed and you collapsed on top of him. Sweat covered your skin and you tried to pick yourself up to ask him what the heck was up with the eyes and smoke, but you could barely move. He essentially fucked the life out of you.

As your eyes began to droop closed, Akaashi gently rolled you both over and you murmured his name while he pulled out. You felt empty without him inside you and you lolled your head to the side to watch him exit your room and go into the bathroom. A minute later he returned with a damp cloth and you mumbled a thank you as he cleaned your legs and core. After he tossed the cloth in the hamper in the corner, he began putting his clothes back on while you struggled to keep your heavy eyes open. Once he was fully dressed, he came back to your side and silently peered at you while his eyes changed again.

He stared at you, and you stared back in confusion. Why was he just staring at you? Through your sleepy gaze, you saw his brows furrow.

Still confused as fuck but too tired to do anything, you brought a hand underneath your head and said, “I don’t know why your eyes are looking like a neon blueberry and grape, but could you just get in the bed already? Or leave? I’m really tired.”

Akaashi reared back and his eyes faded to normal, but they were wide in shock. You watched as he dragged a hand through his hair in panic, eyes flitting between you and the door. You thought you heard him whisper something about why it didn’t work, but you couldn’t be sure. The last thing you registered before slipping under the darkness of sleep was the sound of feet rushing through your apartment and the front door being closed.

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