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weirdsht · 4 months ago

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Disillusioned 3 . Abandoned, Adopted (2) - Cale/Reader

tags: abuse as the norm, reader sees nothing wrong with what they've experienced

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“I was gonna reveal him later while we’re talking but might as well.”

Cale casually stated as he handed _____ a towel. It sounded as if he was describing the menu for lunch. As if he didn't let out an exasperated sigh before speaking. Contrary to his nonchalant voice and demeanour, Cale is actually a bit worried. He is worried at the high possibility of the healer not being able to compose themself at the sight of a dragon.

“I am the great Raon Miru and my great self is now 4 years old!”

“Hello Raon Miru-nim, it’s nice to meet such a great and mighty existence.”

_____ bowed respectfully at the cute dragon that Cale is currently drying with a towel. The bow only lasted two seconds before the healer grabbed a new and unused towel.

“You dried Hong but didn’t dry yourself On.”

Their gaze asked On if it was okay to dry them to which the silver kitten nodded before moving closer to _____.

Cale finds this development unexpected, but good unexpected. In fact, he likes it so much. He likes _____’s calmness despite the visible surprise in their eyes.

Some minutes and towels later the two can finally get to the main topic of today’s conversation.

“Your adoptive family has proclaimed you dead, what is your plan now?”

“Uhm, honestly young master Cale-nim-”

“Just Cale is fine, even if that shitty family of yours proclaimed you dead you are still a noble. We are still equal in status.”

“Huh? Uh uhm, okay…”

_____ was flabbergasted as this was the first time someone said they were a noble. Well, not that they have much reference as most of their conversations are with their adoptive family, but it was still shocking to the healer.

“Then Cale-ssi..? No? Uhm, Cale-sunbae[1]..? I have no concrete plan. I knew that someday I was gonna be thrown away when I was deemed useless. I just didn’t expect my usefulness to end this early.”

The healer was hesitant in their new way to address the young master. However, Cale looked more relaxed being called sunbae so _____ deemed it okay to call him as such.

“Then you just have to find a new place that will see you as useful right? I think this is the perfect place for that.”

_____ looked at Cale in disbelief. They may not know much information about… well almost everything, but they have also heard about the rumours of Cale being trash.

Whether that was real or Cale was faking it didn’t matter.

The point still stands that someone who made a name for themself as trash would not need someone like _____. Not with all the burdens and hard work that comes with them as a package. Not only that but the young master seems to have some sort of power that lets him have full vitality at all times.

So why would such a person take in _____ who is only good at healing others?

“Cale-sunbae taking someone in like me is bound to cause trouble. I am aware that taking me in means hiding me as I cannot reveal myself right now. I am also aware that requires a lot of effort to do.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’m not the son of a rich noble for nothing. All you have to think of is whether you’ll accept my offer and what you want to do. Do you want to take revenge?”

The black dragon that’s lying down on Cale’s bed with the kittens perked its head up at the mention of revenge. He may not know what _____’s story is but he feels a kinship with them at the known fact that the human his human is talking to also had a hard life before meeting Cale.

“Revenge? Oh no that has never crossed my mind. Why would I when they provided for me? It’s not like they did anything wrong?”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE LITTLE _____!!! This great and mighty being that has lived for 4 years could tell what they did was not right!!”

Everyone else in the room got a whiplash while the black dragon was enraged. Cale was confused at how such a thing could be considered normal.

“In any case, if you don’t want to make them pay it’s fine. If you ever change your mind just tell me.”

Cale Henituse is now responsible for this person, and that responsibility includes supporting them in their endeavours.

So Cale lets it be… at least for now.

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A silver kitten taps Cale’s arm using her paw. It was nighttime, and the children averaging seven years old were already lying in bed with Cale. The other two children are already asleep, leaving only the redhead and the silver kitten awake.

“What is it? Can’t sleep?”

“No that’s not it. About _____…”

The half-asleep Cale woke up at the mention of the newest addition to their group. Cale is pretty sure the healer is harmless but if the children say otherwise then further evaluation is due.

“Well, they’ve been adjusting well here in Harris Village and get along with everyone.”

Cale agrees with On’s evaluation. It has been a few days since came back to Harris Village and _____ has been doing well so far. Actually, they’ve been thriving as everyone seems to like them.

They’re shy and don't speak unless someone else initiates the conversation. However, they are respectful and helpful to everyone. Because of that, they get along well with Cale’s people.

If that’s the case then why does On’s face say that there seems to be a problem?

“There’s something weird about their body- no I think it’s their ability. We don’t know how it exactly works right?”

On had been the closest to _____ during these past few days along with the other two children. Partly because the three have taken it upon themselves to observe the healer more, and partly because their mere presence comforts the children.

The healer doesn’t smile or laugh but everyone can tell that they truly enjoy themselves whenever they are out playing or exploring with the kids and Mary.

Even though they can’t see a physical smile on the healer’s face, them being happy still lifts everyone’s moods.

Even Cale’s

He may try to deny it, but On has caught him a couple of times already.

Speaking of the man, he is just currently petting On’s fur while waiting for her to tell him more.

“At first I thought it was just their old wounds. They were hurt pretty badly so it wouldn’t be surprising if it takes a long time to heal since they can’t heal themself. But the wounds seem to be changing places.

I’m not so sure about that one because they wear long sleeves so it's hard to see, but I also noticed that their mood seems to drastically falter when they heal someone. More than any healer I’ve seen during our travels. It’s almost as if they seem to be in pain.”

It was true, it’s hard to see any part of _____’s body because they wear a hooded robe like Mary. The healer even went as far as covering everything but their eyes with cloth[2]. This was because they didn’t want to bother Raon with a disguise.

“We can’t be sure yet about the wounds but the other things might just be because they aren’t in optimal condition yet. They have always had a weak body. For now, I’ll them to lessen their use of their healing powers.”

With that On’s mind was put to ease and she finally fell asleep.

However, another person’s mind is not at ease.

Cale who was supposed to be slacking off felt a sense of worry. Experience from reading so many fantasy novels gave him an inkling as to how _____’s ability might work.

But nothing is confirmed yet so he set his worries aside for now and resorted to observing.

While they were in Harris Village nothing seemed out of place. Well, honestly how could there be when everything is so peaceful? The only things they were healing were minor scratches and wounds that mostly stemmed from accidents or training.

When they got to the main territory though…

To be precise it was during the festival when they were looking for hidden experts in the territory. _____ noticed the scratches and wounds on Lily’s body from training and wanted to heal them.

Of course, they didn’t say anything but at this point, Cale knows them well enough to see what they want.

So Cale told the healer to go ahead and heal Lily, and replenish her energy while they were at it too.

They did and Cale didn’t see anything unusual. But then again it’s not like Lily was badly injured. The worst thing she got was this long scratch-like wound from her forearm to below her elbow. Therefore Cale that would be the end of it and he’d have to find another chance to see if his suspicions were correct.

“Healer-nim are you okay? That scratch looks pretty fresh.”

Hans’ voice made Cale turn around to see what he was talking about.

All of them are currently roaming around the night market. _____ in particular was looking at a stall that sells hand-made stuffed toys. It ranges from fluffy teddy bears to cute crocheted dolls.

When Cale turned to see what was going on, he did so in a way that looked as if he was just looking around the market and not listening to their conversation. He could see the healer midway to reaching a red teddy bear that was holding some kind of silver shield.

Is it just him or does that toy oddly look like him?

Anyways ignoring the cute but oddly designed teddy bear, Cale could see that the healer’s sleeves rolled down because the placement of the teddy bear was pretty high. Because of that, their arm could be seen, and that arm was full of scars.

“Ah yes, Hans-ssi- I mean Hans. I got this earlier but it doesn’t hurt.”

“I see, but it would still be better to put some bandages over it.”

“Yes, I’ll make sure to do that when we get home.”

The scars kind of look like Lily’s scratches but one could argue that it was from _____’s wounds a few weeks ago.

However, there was no denying that a big scratch looked just like Lily’s wound from earlier.

Sure it looks better than what Lily had but Cale knows it’s the same thing.

But accusations are just accusations, Cale still doesn’t have solid proof. It could be that it wasn’t actually Lily’s wound and they just got injured earlier as there were a lot of people.

Cale also doesn’t think he should suddenly just bring it up. He doesn’t want to cause unwarranted worry and panic when he and On are still speculating things.

So he lets it go for now.

He continued strolling at the night market to look for hidden experts and buy whatever the kids wanted.

And if that shopping haul included that one red teddy bear with a shield that’s current in Raon’s spacial dimension so they could give it later to _____ even though they didn’t ask for it?

Let’s just go with Cale’s reasoning that the kids persuaded him to buy it.

[1] was gonna use -ssi at first but the rules for using ssi confuse the more I read about it. I didn't want to use Cale-nim because it's Choi Han's signature. Anyways just think of their relationship as like a sunbae and hoobae at work since reader is working for Cale now.

[2] kinda like alberu's appearance when he went to the jungle as a dark elf.

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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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moon river, miles morales x reader

pairing: earth 42!miles morales x spider!reader

synopsis: you go out patrolling after making up with miles. you planned to hangout the next day, but plans change…

wc: 3.0k

warnings!: swearing, violence, slight gory details, death, google translate spanish

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: bye cause why was i crying while writing this. there’s going to be another chapter after this, lemme know if you want to be tagged!

prev ♱, fin ♱

it'd been a week since you found out about miles' secret identity. you've been ignoring his texts, calls, you even locked your bedroom window. you weren't sure if you were overreacting, maybe you were a tiny bit but then again: he's killed people and tried to kill you. but on the other hand he didn't know it was you.

but you were forced to see him again when your mom invited him and rio over for dinner, damn them for being friends. you dressed in some black sweatpants and a bunny t shirt.

you were lolling on the couch when someone knocked at the door. "n/n go answer the door!" your mom called out, finishing up in the kitchen. your nerves grew the closer you got to the door, you took a deep breath before swinging it open.

"hola, cariño" rio greeted pulling you in for a hug. you looked over her shoulder to see miles staring back at you, hopeful smile on his face. "you haven't been over in a while, i've missed you" she said taking off her shoes, miles doing the same.

"oh you know, just been a little busy" you coughed looking at miles. "oh well come by soon" she said rubbing your shoulders. she walked away to say hi and chat with your mom, leaving you and miles to stand around awkwardly. your heart ached, it'd never been like this before.

"miles!" nas ran up to hug him. "yoo nas what's up lil man" he gave him their usual handshake. "missed you" nas said. "missed you too lil man." he continued "you're not the only one i've missed" he said quietly, making you look at him. you were gonna open your mouth to say something but your mom called out and told you to come eat.

you sat down between miles and nas, getting a plate of rasta pasta with shrimp and broccoli. "missed your food ms l/n" miles said shoveling his food down his throat. "yeah why you ain't coming around no more, you're here almost every damn day." your mom said giving you two a knowing look. "wha-" you were about to say before she interrupted you "don't think i don't hear him come through that damn window" she smirked, nudging rio's shoulder, her laughing.

you and miles looked at each other before looking back down. "anyways yeah where you been miles? y'all okay?" she asked again. you looked at him for a moment before answering "u-uh yeah we're okay." he looked at you with a gladexpression, smiling to himself.

after dinner your mom poured some wine for her and rio, nas went to bed, and you and miles sat in your room. you didn't say anything to each other, just glancing every few seconds.

he was the first to speak up "listen princesa, i-i don't know what to do. when my dad died i really got lost in everything, i found out my uncle was working as the prowler and his reasoning seemed valid. so i figured why not help out my mom a little bit and do that too. we began working together and completing whatever tasks we had to. i-i didn't want to kill those people y/n" he began tearing up. you walked over to him, holding his face and rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

"i am not a murderer. i did what i had to do to provide, i don't like doing what i do, i hate it. but y/n i never ever meant to hurt you. i would kill myself if you ever got hurt. my heart hurts knowing that i was involved in you getting hurt" his lips quivered and you pulled him into a hug, letting him cry into your shoulder.

"i love you so much mi vida, you're my light" he whispered wrapping his arms around you, holding tight. he kissed you and you just let him "i love you too" you whispered against his lips.

"but..miles i'm not going to stop being spider-girl. i cant, not when there's people out there in need" you sighed. "okay." he paused for a moment before continuing "but i cant just stop being the prowler. pin'll come after me for sure" he sighed. "well then what do we do?" you asked flopping down on your bed.

he moved to sit next to you "i don't know, but i know i love you and i'm never letting you go."he said in a low voice, reaching for your hand. "miles, rio is ready to go" your mom told him, walking into the room. "okay. i’ll come over tomorrow, good night, princesa" he said pecking your lips before he got up. "g'night" you said back, trying to hide your quavering voice.

♱

later that night you snuck out your window to do some patrolling. you swung by buildings looking for any sign of kingpin or his meddling, but there was no sign of him. it was calm, too calm.

your spider senses went off, but not quick enough before you were struck in the side of your stomach with a sharp object. you lost your footing, and stumbled a little bit falling to the ground not before shooting a few webs to break your fall.

you looked down at where you were hit and saw a big knife sticking from the side of you. you groaned, trying to get up to see who had attacked you. suddenly there was a loud thud, kingpin landing down from the rooftop you just fell from.

"isn't this a sight for sore eyes" he chuckled, moving closer to you. you tried to get up but the pain from the stab pinned you down. "god i've been waiting to see you like this since the moment you made your fucking debut" he mocked the last word. he moved over top of you, bending down to hold the knife.

"guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself" he growled, twisting the knife around your insides. you screamed out in pain, bloodcurdling screams echoing back at you. you tasted your metallic like blood pool into your mouth, choking on it.

you fought as hard as you could to push him off. throwing weak punches at his face, your advanced strength still packing some heat though. he pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to press the knife further into you. "you got nothing to say?" he mockingly whined

"it was stupid to try and fight against me. guess those spider powers aren't any match for a genius like me" he gloated. you spat blood right into his eye, making him take his arm off you for a second. you moved a bit before he was then thrown off of you, slamming into the wall of the building on your left. you looked to see who helped you and you were met with the prowler, miles.

he reached down and helped you up off the ground, holding you in his arm. "y/n go! you can't stay here like this" he said in his distorted prowler voice. "no i'm not gonna leave you to fight alone. i can help, im fine" you groaned. "no mi amor, go. now!" he said, moving you as kingpin got back up.

"prowler when i told you to keep her out the way i didn't mean go all fucking soft for her. what the hell are you doing?!" pin growled throwing a punch at miles, him dodging it. he threw his arm to claw at kingpin, cutting through his clothes into his skin. pin yelled out in pain holding his chest, stepping back.

miles jumped up and knocked him on the head making him fall to the ground. he stepped over him delivering blow after blow before kingpin grabbed him by the neck and threw him off him. he got up and swiftly moved over to miles choking him up against the wall. you got up and swung up to the side of the building before jumping down to kick pin off him, sending him to the ground again.

"princesa, i told you to stay out of it! you're bleeding out!" he scolded you. "miles i'm not gonna let you get hurt-" you were interrupted by the sound of a gunshot, looking to your side you saw kingpin holding a gun pointed directly at miles. your mouth fell agape seeing the dark liquid soak through miles' chest.

kingpin got up from the ground, heaving and groaning in pain. just then a car pulled up and the man in the driver’s seat yelled out “pin come on! it’s cops coming!” kingpin knew he couldn’t be seen around this, it’d be too suspicious so he ran back to the car "i'll deal with you later." he growled, them driving off.

miles fell forward into your arms and you rest him onto the ground, kneeling beside him. "miles! miles, no!" you said grabbing his face. "mi amor, im so so sorry, for everything." he coughed, reaching out to hold your face, wiping the tears from your cheek. "i am so sorry i wasn't who you thought i was, but please promise me that you'll keep going. continue helping everybody. continue being the light for everyone that you were for me. i promised to always love you and i always will." he pulled you down to give you a kiss. "and will you tell my mom i'm sorry? i never wanted to let you guys down" he whispered

"you didn't miles, you didn't." you cried rubbing the hand that was holding your cheek. he smiled at you "i love you, mi vida" he whispered. "forever." you said at the same time, you pressed your head down to his giving him one last kiss. you felt him pause and you looked at him "miles? miles?" you whispered watching as the life in his eyes faded away. you cried out shaking as you held his hand.

you heard sirens growing closer to you and panicked. you couldn't let them see him like this "i won't let the world paint you as a monster miles. my sweet sweet boy." you whispered, giving him one last kiss. frantically taking off any of the gear that would make him recognizable as the prowler, you left him in a blood stained t shirt and pants. an officer came running down the alley way and you swung to the top of a building.

so here you were, swinging back to your apartment, prowler mask and gloves in hand, knife twisted in your guts bleeding out with tears blurring your vision.

you forgot you'd locked your window, so you rushed up the stairs of your building, pounding on your apartment door.

your mom opened the door, face dropping seeing the state you were in. "y-y/n?" she pulled you into the house wrapping you in her arms. "mommy, m-miles is dead!" you wailed into her shoulders, blood staining her pink robe. you poured your heart out, telling her everything. the fact that you're spider-man and miles is, was, the prowler. the fight you just had with kingpin, everything. she held you in her arms as you two dropped to the floor crying together.

♱

you were currently in your mirror, tending to the cast that wrapped your torso. your black dress laid out on the bed, black heels laid next to it, it was a dress miles had bought for you so it felt right to wear it . your mom came into the room to do your hair. you were getting ready for the day you never even imagined having to get ready for - miles' funeral. it's been five days since he passed away that fateful night.

"are you ready?" she asked holding you close. "u-uh yeah i just need to get dressed." you replied, holding back tears you felt like you've been holding back for days. "no baby, i mean are you ready?" she asked. "no." you whispered. but then again who would ever be ready to bury their best friend, the love of their life.

she held you for a moment before breaking away "we have to go baby, you can't be late" she whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead. you nod your head biting your lip with anxiousness.

you got dressed and went out to the living room, nas running up to hug you "m'sorry n/n" he whispered into your side. when nas had found out the next morning that miles was gone he cried into your mom's chest, miles was like a brother to him and he looked up to him so much.

your heart broke all over again when you had to visit rio. the police called her and told her that her son was found shot dead in an alleyway. when you knocked on her door she was a mess.

you told her that you were spider-man and everything that happened with king pin, deciding to leave out the part where her son was the prowler. "rio i am so so sorry. i-i feel like this is all my fault. i swore i would always be there for him and and i-" she interrupted you "and you were cariño, it warms my heart knowing you were there with him in his last moments." she smiled "that boy loves you so much. he always talked about you no matter what. when jeff died, it was so refreshing to see him smiling and laughing again. he always said he would love you with everything he had, until his very last breath. and i guess he did." she chuckled wiping the tears from her eyes.

you reached an arm out to hug her, your heart aching for her. she lost her husband and now she'd lost her baby.

you stepped into the limo, mila and serenity already there with their parents. you sat in between them and they hugged you the entire car ride to the funeral home.

when you entered, you saw rio with her sister at a table going over things. she looked over and saw you enter, smiling and giving you a small wave. you looked around and saw his beautiful brown skin, brown eyes and pearly white smile plastered on a big canvas next to the white wooden casket, flowers gathered on top of it. a bouquet shaped like a heart with pink flowers sat by it, that was your addition.

the service went along smoothly. the home was filled with people miles would talk to at school, a few of your friends who came to console you, and his family. you sat in the front row with rio, aaron, nas and your mom. the preist led prayers and condolences, then aaron went to give a eulogy, your leg was bouncing frantically knowing you were up next.

when it was your turn your mom squeezed your hand and gave you a sorrowful expression, trying to tell you it would be okay. you walked up behind the podium, placing the letter you wrote atop it. you cleared your throat, placed the microphone in front your face and began.

"hello i'm y/n l/n, miles' girlfriend. i met miles in the fourth grade when we were nine and eight years later, i love him every bit the same. maybe not the same actually, my love for you has only grown everyday. for all the smiles you gave me i never imagined you would cause me this many tears" your voice broke. "i never even imagined the day i would have to write this. i have loved you ever since i met you. i loved being around you, whether it was being wrapped up in my blankets watching gossip girl, or the random dates you would take me on, or climbing into my window at night so my mom wouldn't see you" you giggled looking over at her.

"seeing your face was the highlight of my days. and my heart is in a visceral ache knowing i will never get to see you again" you continued, choking on your words. "since you died it's like everything i've done is just a reminder that i'm living without you. it's such a surreal feeling losing such a beautiful soul like you, someone who always knew how to make me happy. i've been crying into my pillows every night holding on to the teddy bear you bought me wishing you would randomly appear on my bed and hold me and tell me it was all just some sick joke. but i know that won't happen, because you're gone, but you forever live on in my heart" you said softly, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger.

"i hope that in some other universe, you're alive and you're safe and we're on a date, we're on your favorite rides at coney island. we're on a boat rowing through the central park lake. we're in your room, me forcing you to do my beauty routine with me" you smiled. "so this isn't necessarily a goodbye, more of a thank you for all the sweet things you left in my home, my head and my heart." you finished, walking back to your seat.

“oh baby, i’m sure he’s watching over us right now” rio said holding your arms. you nodded your head and smiled before sitting down, resting your head on your mom’s shoulder. rio made her way up to say what she needed to and you swore you had tissues to your face through out the entire speech, by the time she walked back down you were lightheaded.

everybody made their way outside to the graveyard, standing around the grave that was dug. the priest said a few words before they lowered his casket into the ground. you absolutely broke down seeing him being lowered into the ground, throwing a red rose and your eulogy letter atop the casket as they began covering it with dirt.

when the reception ended and everyone ate and shared stories of their lives with miles, everyone was given a balloon to release for him. you held a heart and one shaped with the initial ‘M’.

serenity and mila wrapped their arms around each of yours as everyone released them. you heard an array of “we love you miles!” “goodbye miles!” from everyone. “goodbye miles, i love you. forever.” you smiled, letting your balloons go.

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wikiangela · 11 months ago

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fuck it friday 🎄

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 💖

wasn't sure about posting this bc I don't wanna share like everything I have so far but it's fuck it friday so fuck it lol I'm too excited to keep it to myself haha - here's more of the christmas fic and the main idea behind it (I said it's gonna be mostly silly and fluffy and I promise it will be, just gotta add a little more sad while buck talks about his childhood lol)

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His eyes don’t leave the screen, while Eddie’s are glued to Buck’s face. “Well, there’s a lot of things I always wanted to do with my family on Christmas, but never got to.” his voice gets even quieter. “But there’s one thing in particular. I, uh, that’s so stupid.” he chuckles quietly, then nods to the screen, where a kid is opening a gift with a bright smile, his family surrounding him. “I wanted this.” he admits quietly, as if embarrassed. He never told Eddie much about his life growing up, but based on everything Eddie knows about his parents, he can imagine it wasn’t great. He never asked, not wanting to pry, but now Eddie wonders what Buck’s Christmas must’ve looked like, especially after Maddie moved out. He must’ve been miserable, and Eddie’s heart is breaking just at the thought.

“It’s not stupid to want a happy holiday with a loving family.” he says softly, carefully. Buck shakes his head, the red in his cheeks now visible despite the dark.

“I mean, that too, I- I never got this, and I always wished- but not just that.” another shake of his head. “I mean, the sweaters.” he mutters under his breath.

“Christmas sweaters?” Eddie asks, not sure if he heard right, just because of how quiet Buck said it.

“I know, it’s dumb. I just always imagined sitting around in matching sweaters, as a family, taking pictures, looking like we belong together, like I- like I belong.” he adds, turning his head away, so Eddie can’t see his face. Eddie reaches his hand further, touching Buck’s shoulder.

“They couldn’t give you matching Christmas sweaters?” he asks incredulously, fighting not to raise his voice.

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chuuyaa-nakaharaa · 5 months ago

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Dazai! You can definitely see them!

The voices

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doahaesunshine · 20 days ago

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I’ve always struggled with doubt I doubt myself I doubt my friends love for me I even doubt that I’m worthy of love But there are always those who hold you And show you that you are worthy

You rubbed your eyes again.

No, yeah, there was definitely a giant snow leopard staring back at you.

Its sharp eyes were imposing and almost a little judgmental.

“Are you going to just sit there and gape? Please, I am so terribly bored and am in need of some fresh air.”

The leopard leapt off the bed without a single sound and turned back to look at you.

“Come on now. No time like the present.”

Despite the pleasant tone of its voice, you couldn’t help but feel insulted. This was all very new and strange, and you were being bossed around by a snow leopard.

You looked down at your pajamas. “I need to change.”

The leopard paced by your door, waiting for you to dress yourself, deciding on a simple outfit of long trousers and a flowy shirt. Grabbing your cloak, you made your way to the door, pausing momentarily as you came face-to-face with the snow leopard. It was gigantic, its head reaching your shoulders. It seemed too large from anything you could remember…

“Why are you staring? Never seen a cat before?”

“You’re very- uh- tall.”

“Aren’t you observant!”

It spoke to you like you were a toddler, sarcasm thick in its tone. You rolled your eyes, not ready for sass so early in the morning. Once you opened the door, the leopard stretched and sauntered out of the room, chin held high.

You stumbled as you struggled to secure your boots but caught up with the beast quickly. The two of you traveled down the hall, following the leopard more than leading it. Ruby’s fuzzy head was the first thing you saw as you got closer to the stairs. His little dark eyes lighting up when seeing you, but Jihoon paused as he got to the top step, taking in the sight before him.

“Either I’m dreaming or I’m about to be, goodnight.”

“It’s morning-”

“Goodnight!” He waved a hand as he brushed past you and disappeared into his bedroom.

Ruby lingered for a moment, inching closer on all fours. You could see his nose twitch as he sniffed your new companion. The leopard peered back to the tiny creature, tilting its head slightly to the side. The red panda tensed up and jumped back before quickly scrambling into Jihoon’s room.

A shiver trickled down your spine as you were met with the icy morning air, your breath huffing out in a fleeting, misty cloud that left your lips. The majestic beast was unfazed by the frigid weather and led you outside towards the stream. It stole a few sips of water then continued on walking beside it.

“So um-” You hesitated as the leopard looked back at you. “What’s your name?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

“Oh- Sorry, I’m kind of new to this.”

You studied the snow leopard for a moment as you contemplated. The leopard held itself in a queenly manner, always looking ahead and swishing its tail with each step, not to mention the beautiful gray fur that was decorated with black spots.

A hum resonated from you as you thought until the sound formed a name.

“Eris.”

The leopard practically grinned at the name.

“The sound of the name pleases me. I will respond to Eris from now on.” It purred in delight “Hm- Eris…”

Walking along the gentle stream was relaxing, however, Eris was elegant and fluid with each step. You on the other hand felt like a lumbering fool. The stream you were following fed into the lake and Eris didn’t hesitate to lead you towards its shore. Its water was mostly clear and a brackish scent filled your nose. There was no fish to be seen, but a few birds floated idly in its water.

“The lake has haunted your thoughts these past few weeks. Why have you not explored?”

Communicating through telepathy was going to take some getting used to. The sudden voice invading your mind, though pleasant sounding, never failed to make you jump.

“Dino said I shouldn’t-”

“You don’t have to actually talk out loud.” There was humor laced in Eris’s words.

You rolled your eyes and stared daggers at the leopard. “Okay then. Dino said I shouldn’t go snooping around… That if I look too close I might hurt myself.”

“Ah! That’s right! Your head nearly burst like a melon.”

A long drawn out sigh escaped you. “Yup- Wait, you knew about that? Whatever- That’s why I’ve been really careful for the past month.”

“I’ve had the displeasure of spectating your life since you arrived here. I was existing as a shadow before today.” Eris sounded slightly peeved. “Thank the stars your magic and Mana manifested. One more day as an observer and I would have fallen into lunacy.”

A few questions like: ‘ what is Mana?’ and ‘ you’ve been watching me this whole time?’ popped into your mind, but you decided to ignore them for the sake of the leopard’s temper.

Eris sighed as she studied her surroundings, head turning every way as if she were in search of something.

“Well… Nothing has caused you to scream out in pain yet. So I’d say we’re safe to venture a bit further.”

You scoffed. “Woo! Congratulations to me! I’m not dying!”

Now Eris rolled her eyes and you swear she sneered at you. “So happy for you! Here- how about we stroll a little further and test the waters? Since you’re not dying…”

Turning around, you stared back at the dorm, the more you walked the more it shrunk in the distance. The idea was tempting and it was becoming easier to ignore the warning bells in the back of your mind.

With one last sigh, you decided a few more minutes of walking couldn’t hurt.

“Only a little further.”

“It’s a promise.”

Eris continued to prance ahead of you at a swift pace, causing you to trip and lag behind. Every so often you would look behind you, only to see the place you could call home becoming a mere speck on the horizon. Taking note, you were no longer along the edge of the lake, and you weren’t too worried about your brain exploding , but this was more than the little further you were speaking of. The path you were following disappeared into the evergreen forest and Eris appeared adamant on breaching the tree lines.

“Um-” You muttered out loud.

Eris paused for a moment. “Oh come on. Let’s explore more! I want to be beneath the trees and skip in the meadows.”

You could hear the sarcasm, it was blatantly obvious, but you still grumbled in disapproval.

“Please?” She drew out the question like a child trying to persuade her parents.

“Alright.” You muttered.

Eris was the image of ‘The cat who got the cream’ . She didn’t have the ability to smile, but there was still satisfaction written all over her face.

The path into the forest wasn’t well traveled but it was still visible even with the overgrown grass and loose stones. This time you took care to watch where you placed your steps, doubting Soonyoung would be out here to save you again with a pillow of ivy. Eris didn’t seem keen on altruism either.

This forest was more green and verdant than the woods around Dino’s cottage, it was closer to what surrounded the dorm. Pretty, peaceful and home to many of the same woodland creatures you saw before. Gazing upward, you were met with the lush canopy, thick enough to give the sun’s light difficulty in reaching the ground. Eris was able to navigate the path easily which came as no surprise. She was feline after all.

“Ah- Well isn’t that nice…”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned your attention back to the path. Eris rushed ahead, shocking and forcing you to stagger forward to match her pace.

“Hey-” You were about to complain but as you reached Eris’s location, you froze in place.

The sight before you was beautiful. A breach in the forest’s endless flora opened into a quaint glade. A stone path led into a pond. Hugging the small body of water were two staircases, covered in vibrant moss and littered with petals. An out-stretched, lush tree sat atop a small hill where the stairs led, catching your eyes in the morning light. Eris wasted no time in sauntering up the steps, stopping at the landing to gaze down to you.

Tracing your hand along the stairs railing, you ascended up to meet Eris on the landing. Her expression softened, clearly pleased by the tranquility of the area. Overgrown shrubs surrounded an old stone bench that sat tucked under the tall tree. You wandered over to the tree, studying the features of it.

It wasn't evergreen, that much you could gather. Its bark twisted around itself like a braid and its leaves resembled that of a willow tree. The only difference was the leaves were soft pink and held green blossoms.

As you gazed up into the branches, you saw paper talismans and windchimes similar to the ones that decorated the dorm. Soonyoung must have made his way here at some point.

Eris, with ease and grace, climbed the tree and found a sturdy branch to lounge on. You took in the atmosphere around you, the weight that you didn’t know was heavy on your shoulders faded for the moment as relief washed over you. Here, in this little area of serenity, there was nothing to worry about, no nosebleeds, no headaches, just pure solitude.

“Oh-” A gentle exclamation from an unknown voice.

Jumping in surprise, you snapped your head, being met with a figure who just reached the top of the steps.

Breathtaking was the best way to describe the man before you.

The shirt he wore was flowy and long sleeved, the black fabric almost glittering in the sunlight despite being sheer, trousers just as loose and flowy. His hair was down and barely reached his shoulders, fine strains nearly blending in with the color of the fabric. Around his neck rested a dainty silver locket, gleaming as it caught the light. Looking at him sent a chill down your spine, he didn’t look cold but his outfit was not suited for the weather, and you wondered how he wasn’t frozen to the core.

With delicate features and a soft smile, the stranger addressed you. “I was hoping to find a peaceful place to read but I see I am beaten.”

You raised your eyebrows at his words, his voice took you by surprise, it wasn’t deep by any means but there was a faint resonance to it.

“Ah- I was just sightseeing! I was just about to leave.”

“What?!” Eris’s voice invaded your thoughts as she jumped down from the tree landing directly in front of the stranger. “We were here first! Tell this man to shove off!”

“ That’s entirely too mean, Eris… ” You grumbled out loud.

The stranger’s bright brown eyes widened as he was met with the imposing snow leopard. A weak wave of uneasiness washed over you from him, but it was fleeting and quickly morphed into simple fascination. He tightened his grip on the book he held under his arm’ a thick leather bound tome similar to the one Archivist Jeon gifted you.

“Eris, play nice.” You sighed, annoyance laced in your words. “Sorry, I’m still new to this.”

Another glint sparkled in the strangers eyes. “Oh! You’re the new one! Finally I can put a face to all the gossip.”

Gossip? Uh oh.

“I’m Jeonghan. It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance.” He said with a small but elegant bow.

“Uh- Sage. Nice to meet you.” You stuttered as you returned the bow. “Now when you say gossip-”

“Hm?” Jeonghan perked up. “Oh- Nothing bad, I promise. Just people wondering which realm you were from.”

“Well, I’m human and from the Mortal Realm as some people say.” You did your best to suppress the scowl growing on your face. “And which realm are you from?”

Jeonghan sat down on the bench under the tree. “I’m just another boring being from this bland realm.”

Bland? This world was everything but bland and boring .

With a small smile, Jeonghan leaned into the bench and opened the thick book he had in his arms. It looked much older and more intricately designed than the tome Archivist Jeon gave you. Curiosity took over and you took a peek at the title: Ars Motus.

More of that old language you couldn’t read.

“Art of Emotion.” Eris spoke in your mind.

Your ear twitched as you heard Eris speak. Maybe the tome Jeonghan was reading had a connection to your magic, that or it was a romance novel.

“Jeonghan?”

He looked up at you through his eyelashes, another soft grin painting his face as he gave you his full attention.

“Can I ask what you're reading?”

He smirked. “You may ask.”

Great, he was a smart ass. Suppressing a roll of your eyes, you sat down beside him, leaving space between the two of you

“ What are you reading?”

“A book I found in the archives.” Another shit-eating grin.

You sighed. Despite his mature and tasteful appearance, he was playful, a jokester. Fine. If he wanted to be tricky you would play along.

“What is the book about?” Surely his answer wouldn’t be too dodgy.

Jeonghan scanned the page open in his lap. “Psyche and what it can tell us about an individual.”

“Psyche? Like psychology?”

He chuckled, his nose scrunching as he smiled. “You ask a lot of questions and no, it isn’t psychology . Psyche is the spirit of a person.”

“Oh-” Now you felt naïve. “So kind of like the mind?”

“Kind of. Not only the mind but also here.” With a slender, pale hand, he placed his hand on his own chest, spreading his fingers across where his heart rested.

Your eyes followed his movement but you quickly averted your gaze. It felt rude to stare at Jeonghan, even if it didn’t seem to bother him.

“I’ve always had an interest in others and their emotions…” He flipped to the next page. “I’m not very good at reading people and it always ends up with me being tricked.”

A sudden breeze blew past you, freezing you to the bone and a shiver wrecked through your body. Above you, the wind chimes rang out in beautiful notes. Tugging the cloak close, you curled up slightly and tried to take another peek into the tome Jeonghan held. He noticed your interest and placed the book on his thigh for you to see better. As you scanned the pages, you soon realized it was in the same language that was engraved in the archives.

“Can you already read the Lingua Magica?” Jeonghan sounded impressed as he asked.

You groaned. “No. I’ve been seeing it everywhere and I don’t understand any of it!”

“I can teach you, if you wish to learn…” His voice came out shy.

Eyes lighting up with excitement, you looked over to Eris who had taken to lounging near the shrubs.

“I’m not going to teach you.” She said matter-of-factly.

Your face flattened into an unimpressed sneer. At this point you weren’t surprised. As it turned out, familiar’s had their own personalities and they can be assholes. Noted.

Returning your attention to Jeonghan, you met his gaze and sighed. “That sounds nice. I’m tired of not being able to read some of the passages in my tome.”

Jeonghan grinned from ear to ear and flipped back to the first page of the tome in his lap. He gently handed the book to you and shifted a little bit closer as he pointed to the first page.

“ Ars Motus. The direct translation into Lingua Simplex- the common tongue- is Art of Emotion. I’m sure you can guess which word means art .”

You pointed to the first word Ars and Jeonghan nodded his head in approval.

“See? It’s not that different! You’re going to learn very quickly.” Another big smile spread across his face as he praised you.

For the next hour, Jeonghan took his time translating the first page for you. It wasn’t too entertaining, just a simple introduction that didn’t offer any real information into what you were looking for but was still interesting. You were so absorbed in learning that the bite of the cold no longer bothered you. Even Eris was relaxing as enjoying a good nap while Jeonghan taught you.

“I think I’ve stolen enough of your time, Sage.” Jeonghan said as he retrieved the book from your lap.

“Huh- I’m not doing anything today. I can keep learning-”

“It’s cold. Did you not notice that you’ve been shivering all this time?” Jeonghan interrupted with a snicker as he fixed your cloak to stay over your shoulder.

“Oh- No. I haven’t…”

Jeonghan looked over at the entrance of the glade, you felt a twinge of annoyance but it faded immediately. He turned back to you and smiled.

“Meet me here again? I’ll be sure to bring the book.”

You nodded and returned the smile. “Sure.”

“Perfect.”

Jeonghan bowed to you as a goodbye and walked down the steps, traveling briskly to exit the glade. You noted that he did not take the same route as you as he walked down a different path, his image faded into the dimness of the forest until he could no longer be seen.

“Well, look at you, staring off all dreamily…”

“What-”

Eris stood from where she was lying down and stretched her back. “Nothing. I’m just glad I don’t have to teach you a simple language.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, that would be all you care about.”

“Sage?” You heard your name being called out from beyond the glade entrance.

“Sage?!” A louder voice, Dino’s voice.

Both you looked toward the glade entrance, Dino and Soonyoung slowly came into view.

You leaned up to the railing. “Over here!”

“Sage?” Dino said as he turned his attention to you, his pace quickening as he approached you. “There you are! We were looking all over for you.”

Before you could say anything, Dino enveloped you in a warm hug. It was nice, comfortable even, and you melted into it.

You laughed as he squeezed you. “What’s this for? I was only gone what? An hour?”

He pulled back, beginning to examine you. “Are you hurt? Any headache? Nosebleeds?”

“What? No. I’m fine, don't worry.”

“Also it’s been two hours-” Dino paused as he looked behind you.

You turned around and saw what had grabbed his attention, Eris. Soonyoung also took a moment to stop and stare at the leopard.

“Is this-”

“My familiar? Yes! I named her Eris.” You responded to his unspoken question.

Soonyoung pouted. “Jihoon said it was a big cat but wow!”

“We can admire Sage’s familiar later.” Dino said as he turned back to you. “What were you doing out here?”

“Just exploring. Eris persuaded me to go on a walk with her.”

Dino’s face grew worried. “What if you had an episode and no one was around? You could have gotten hurt-”

Even though he was genuinely concerned you couldn’t help but smile. “It’s okay, Dino. I’m fine, really!”

Dino sighed and lightly grabbed your wrist. “Let’s get back to the dorm, it’s freezing out here.”

With a nod, you let yourself be dragged back to the dorm. Eris joined you followed by Soonyoung who couldn’t stop staring at the snow leopard.

Arriving back at the dorm you were met with your roommates congregated in the living room. As you walked into the room, Shadow and Ruby rushed over to you, nuzzling and doting on you.

“See? I told you they were fine…” Jihoon said as he lifted his head off of the couch. “Can I go back to bed now?”

Jihoon stood and proceeded toward the archway, when he turned the corner he was met with Eris.

“Woah- Okay. Yeah, not a dream.” He continued to walk to his room.

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nowoyas · 2 months ago

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Koi no Yokan 11: write it again (Nishinoya Yuu/Reader)

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A/N: SURPRISE DOUBLE UPDATE I felt bad leaving off the last chapter like that for a week. enjoy!

Summary: Pieces are picked up as you find yourself in a downswing. Your Senpai lifts you up with ease.

Warnings and tags: blanket series warnings, uhhh depiction of depression

Words: ~4200

Tanaka to [name] at 12:45

Tanaka: hey are you free? I talked to the third years about what happened last night and they wanted to talk to you

[name]: uh technically yes?

[name]: but I'm not at school today

Tanaka: oh

Tanaka: everything okay?

You sigh. Re-cross your legs on the couch, head tilted back over the arm. A moment's contemplation leads you to the conclusion that what you're willing to tell him is nothing.

[name]: yeah? I just didn't wanna go

[name]: don't YOU start riding me just because I got punched :P I get that enough from noya-senpai tyvm

Tanaka: the worry or the punching?

[name]: I think it's funnier if I say punching so let's go with the latter

Tanaka: unfortunately for you he just caught up to us. He's grumpy

[name]: ???

Tanaka: apparently the girl he likes isnt at school today or something so he has to settle for lunch with us single lameasses

Your phone buzzes with a text from another conversation. Predictably, it's Noya. You… don't really want to talk to him right now. The main reason you skipped school today was because you didn't want to face him after yesterday, after all.

[name]: uh-huh

[name]: I can say with a reasonable degree of confidence that he is ALSO single. Just for your reference

Tanaka: for how long? You spent, what, six hours cuddling each other yesterday and then walked home together?

[name]: I can

[name]: LITERALLY

[name]: see his house from where I'm sitting in my living room right now

Tanaka: ok and??? Kiyoko-san won't even walk two steps of the way home with literally any of the guys

[name]: do you have any idea how much work it would take for me to NOT walk home with noya-senpai

[name]: the stupid games I would have to go through to not be seen walking near his house

[name]: it'd be cruel at best for literally no reason and I don't have the energy for that shit

[name]: shimizu-senpai probably just doesn't wanna lead any of you guys on

Tanaka: …not to accuse you of anything but are you implying YOU'RE leading noya-san on???

[name]: first of all nothing before the word "but" actually matters, like, ever

[name]: second of all no

[name]: I've made myself very clear from the beginning and have not said or done anything I didn't mean

Tanaka: so the cuddling

[name]: I'm going to block you

Tanaka: no don't

Tanaka: but seriously, don't hurt him, alright?

Tanaka: he's a good guy

You pause. Sigh again.

He really, really is.

[name]: I know.

Before you can type a follow up, you receive three more texts from Noya in succession. Based on the notification previews, they're all Soba photos. You huff softly.

[name]: probably too good for me.

Tanaka: ?

[name]: you can tell the upperclassmen that if they wanna talk in person, I'll be at school tomorrow, but that kageyama hitting me was an accident, I'm not mad, and it's literally fine

Tanaka: wait let's circle back to that last text for a second

You consider blowing him off with an excuse, but…

Yeah, no. You swap over to the texts from Noya. Three new pictures of Soba.

Noya: [NAME]-SAN WHERE ARE YOUUUUU

Noya: [image attached. Image description: a very blurry closeup of Soba's ear.]

Noya: [image attached. Image description: Soba curled up on top of someone's hair, which is splayed on the floor around her head. If you remember correctly, the girl pictured is Satsuki, the youngest of Noya's older sisters. She appears to be near tears, ostensibly at the kitten sleeping in her hair.]

Noya: [image attached. Image description: Noya from behind and a distance away, hunched over a table. His face is not visible, but he is wearing a loose tank top which shows off his arms. Soba can be seen curled up in a ball on the back of his neck.]

You stifle fond laughter at the last photo, zooming in on Noya Soba. After a moment of staring, you move to type out a reply.

[name]: I skipped

[name]: I'm a rebel now

[name]: real bad influence

[name]: you should run before you get my bad reputation wrapped up in your perfect record

Noya: I CAN'T GO ALL DAY WITHOUT SEEING YOU I'M GONNA GET THE SHAKESSSS

Noya: I'VE BEEN SUSPENDED BEFORE YOU CAN ONLY IMPROVE MY RECORD

[name]: drugs are bad for you, senpai

[name]: if you're experiencing withdrawal symptoms I can only assume that you need time away from me to break the addiction

Noya: >:(

[name]: how do you always manage to send a different photo of soba? I'm checking my album of saved soba photos and you haven't sent a single repeat

Noya: I move them into a different folder once I send them to you

Noya: like I could EVER give you any less than the best

Noya: it's like you don't even know me

[name]: does this mean you're not gonna send me the ones you showed me on the bus??? :(

Noya: let me get on wi-fi and I will send you ALL of them

[name]: oh thank god. You scared me there

Noya: so if you've saved ALL the soba photos does that include the thirst trap?

Noya: because I can send you higher quality ones if you want

You roll your eyes and swap back to your texts with Tanaka.

Tanaka: you know he's crazy for you right?

[name]: do me a favor and punch him

Tanaka: you're dodging the question

[name]: *PLEASE* do me a favor and punch him?

Tanaka: we're with daichi-san he'll yell at me

[name]: I'll vouch for you

Tanaka: deal

In the middle of the third-year's floor, as Noya is switching between texting, presumably, you, and demanding the story of how Shouyo and Kageyama managed to send the VP's toupee flying while Noya was still suspended, Tanaka punches him in the shoulder hard enough that he nearly drops his phone.

"Dude!"

He holds up both hands, as if innocent. "[name]-san asked me to."

Noya glares, but he does not hit back, and even Daichi accepts the explanation with a raised eyebrow at Noya.

"Should I even ask what you did?"

"I'll have you know, I am innocent—"

"Sure you are."

You spend the rest of what would have been lunch period this way: texting Noya and Tanaka, ignoring the things they want you to focus on. Feeling the seeds of guilt sprout and wrap around your throat. They germinate properly over the rest of the day, until, by the time school lets out, you're choking, unable to make yourself focus even on pointless shit like the game you've been playing most of the day.

You need advice. You have no one. Who the fuck would you ask? You've got this weird complex about Yachi existing, not to mention she's clearly got zero experience dating. Any of the guys on the team are going to not only be clueless but likely jump right to whatever Noya's side is, not to mention likely tell him about it. Mom's dead. Dad doesn't care. You burned every single bridge possible from middle school, so the only people you could even consider to be friends are in the volleyball club.

…Shimizu probably knows at least one thing about guys, and she's not likely to talk about it to anyone who would mention it to Noya…

She'd given you her number early on, in case you need anything or have any questions. You haven't really used it, not wanting to bother her, but…

You have absolutely nowhere else to turn.

At the very least, it's right around the time classes would let out. You type out a message reaching out. Delete it. Type it again. Rinse and repeat the process a couple of times, getting no closer to a message you're satisfied with.²⁰

Before you can settle on and send something, there's a knock at your door, followed by a wailing "[name]-saaaaaan!" that drops your heart into your stomach. You could pretend not to be home. He wouldn't buy it, but he might at least get the message. Instead, your phone buzzes with a new text.

Noya: I KNOW YOU'RE HOME

Noya: OPEN THE DOOR I'M GOING TO DIE OUT HERE

You sigh and toss your phone aside. Answer the door with a looming sense of dread.

"Nishinoya-senpai."

The pitiful look on his face snaps away as he sees you—exasperated, visibly tired you, likely with bags under your eyes and a puffy face from crying you got done earlier in the day—and you raise an unimpressed eyebrow as he blushes. "Marry me," he blurts.

"Dare I ask why?"

"Please?"

"Nine fifty-nine."

He nods, swallows, eyes locked onto your legs, and—oh. That's why.

Part of skipping school meant no uniform, no long pants, no covering up, so here you are—oversized hoodie, short shorts that only just peek out from beneath its edges. You're showing as much leg as you can get away with while still technically wearing something other than underwear.

Face burning, you try to shut the door. Noya's fast, though, which you knew, and he catches it. "[name]-saaaan! Are you mad at me?" he whines.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not mad at you."

You should kick him out. Lock the door. Quit the club and never look at him again and lock yourself in your room and—

"Why'd you skip school, then?"

"Didn't feel like being alive today."

He studies you—the same quiet sort of look he got during the training camp, playing against tough teams. The focus of him trying to figure something out, you realize.

You sigh for the fiftieth time. "It was just a rough day."

"Wanna come see Soba, then?"

"I'm in my pajamas," you state bluntly.

"I mean, you can get changed if you want, but personally, I think they're cute. Also personally, I would enjoy getting to see you in this outfit for the next several hours and also the rest of my life. Marry me?"

You tug the ends of your hoodie down to cover your legs. "Either come inside or get off my porch so I'm not standing here in my PJs, and ask another nine hundred and fifty-eight times. But you should probably consider just giving up on me instead."

He strides inside, humming victoriously. You don't miss the way his eyes continue to linger on your legs.

Pervert.

"This again? I keep telling you, I'm not going anywhere. How's your lip doing?"

"It's not swollen anymore," you answer. He seriously breezed right past it. "I can't stop messing with it, though."

"Well, stop messing with it," he jokes. He flops down onto your couch, eyes dancing over you as you watch him. "Sure you don't wanna come pet my cat? She misses you."

"I dunno," you admit finally, shoulders dropping. "I was really planning on isolating myself from all of society and never going outside again."

"Why?"

A shrug. "Seems like the right course of action."

"Well, I think your plan sucks. Come pet my cat and play video games with me instead."

"You're starting to make me think that 'pet my cat' is a euphemism or something."

"Maybe. What's a euphemism again?"

"…if you don't know then I am not going to tell you."

"Then I'm gonna demand equivalent payment to knowledge."

"Demand all you want, but I still have to get changed if I'm coming over."

"Do you have to get changed if I stay here?" he asks, grinning. "Or do I have to take a picture?"

Your cheeks flare, and you find a throw pillow to—what else?—throw at him. "Shut up. I'm gonna go get dressed."

"You're the one who answered the door," he calls after you as you disappear down the hall.

On your way to get changed, you very briefly consider either wearing something particularly unflattering out of spite, or just going straight for murder. You end up doing neither and letting Noya lead you back to his house, to a warm place with a soft cat and people who come home.

This is how you spend the afternoon: the same oversized hoodie, shorts that are a more acceptable length. Soba comes out of hiding while you're wrecking house in a shooter that Noya had on deck and curls up in between the two of you, her head against your thigh and her back paws against Noya's. Between matches, you pause to take a picture of her and end up with two—one of her between you, one of a distracted Noya, his head turned to look at someone past you who's just stopped in the hallway to stare at you.

A girl stands there, staring at you incredulously. You recognize her, you realize: not just from a couple of Soba pictures you've seen or been sent, but the Karasuno uniform really helps you contextualize her. A third year you've seen around, with long black hair, a bleach-blonde streak in her bangs that you've envied in passing when you've caught sight of her.

And, now that you have both the context of her standing in Noya's living room and can compare them directly, so undeniably a Nishinoya that you're not sure how you didn't make the connection sooner.

She stares at you for a second. Looks at Noya. "…holy shit. I dunno what's freaking me out more right now: the fact that Jii-chan was not joking about the cute girl you brought home, or the fact that Soba is even willing to exist in the same room as her."

You stifle a laugh. He grabs at his chest in dramatic offense, moreso at your laughter than at his apparent sister's implication that he wouldn't be able to bring a girl over. "Uh, sorry for the intrusion," you say, hand pressed against your mouth.

She shakes her head. "Don't mind me. I'm just here to bully Yuu. Speaking of, Yuu, I seriously thought Jii-chan was lying when he said you'd had a girl over the other day."

"Why does everyone act like it's so impossible a girl might give me the time of day?"

You rest your chin in your hand, smile smugly at him over the Soba gap. "I wonder."

The girl laughs. "I like her already. I'm Satsuki, by the way. Thanks for putting up with my little brother. And somehow getting him to study. I heard he actually didn't fail his exams this time around."

Score. You're one for one on correctly remembering which sister is which. You steal a chip from Noya with a grin. "Nice to meet you. No need to thank me, though."

"You don't get to tease me for not studying when you never study," Nishinoya fires back at her. "Come back when you sit down with flashcards."

"Ooh, flashcards. I don't study because I don't need to. Unlike you, I pay attention in class and actually remember things that are told to me."

"I remember things!" he protests. "I remember all kinds of things!"

"Right, sure, yeah. Remind me, what'd you get on your last quiz?"

"…a 48," he admits lamely.

"Wait, really?" you perk up. "That's amazing! Wasn't your quiz before that like, a 32?"

"Uh, yeah. But that's still not exactly great—"

You throw a chip at him without thinking. It misses entirely. "Shush. That's a massive improvement. You're doing great."

"…damn. I really like her. Hey, are you single?" Satsuki grins at you.

You roll your eyes. "We're now two-for-three on family members trying to set me up with a certain someone, but yes, I am, in fact, single."

Her eyes flick to Nishinoya. Her grin widens. "You like girls?"

"Satsuki!"

…oh. You freeze to the spot. She's just… asking that? Outright? "I, um…"

"First of all, I obviously have dibs," Noya snaps. You eye him nervously, looking for anything like disgust or discomfort, but all you're getting is indignation. "Second of all, off-limits. Whoever your next messy breakup is, it's not involving my friends, thanks."

"Fine, fine," Satsuki says, waving a hand as she cuts through the room. "Best of luck with that one, but if you break up, I'm going for it."

When she's left, you sigh, eyeing Nishinoya nervously. Your reaction was maybe a bit too obvious—there's no way he doesn't figure you out now.

"Sorry," he sighs. "She didn't make you uncomfortable, did she?"

"N-no, um—it's fine."

He studies you a moment, sets his controller aside. "Wait, is that why you keep mentioning that I should give up? Are you…?"

There it is. The second of many things you really didn't want brought up. "If you're gonna tell everyone, just let me know now so I can quit the club."

"I'm not—look, it isn't—" He sighs. "If you're gay, I should actually give up. I'm not a complete asshole, you know."

"I don't—it's not—I don't really know?" you admit, voice small. "I mean, I knew I liked girls. I had a girlfriend back in middle school. Well, we weren't dating dating, but she was, you know, we did stuff together. And it was fun and I liked her a lot, and then my mom died and she like—we just—we broke up. And now I'm in high school and I do whatever I want because Otoo-san doesn't give a shit what I do and what I want is to just not think about it. So I haven't."

"Can you think about it? If I have to become a girl for you to marry me, I need to start planning."

You let out a surprised laugh. "Don't, oh my god."

"But [name]-san," he pouts.

Your expression shifts into something mischievous as the tension bleeds away. "Give me one good reason why, assuming I'm gay, I wouldn't just go for your hot sister instead."

Noya launches himself at you, sending Soba yowling her displeasure as she bolts from the space between you. "Take it back!"

"Never!" You wrestle him right back, unable to contain your laughter, until the two of you tumble off the couch with a thump, Noya landing on top of you. For half a moment, it's suggestive, and then he's right back to making you laugh and squirm to get out of his hold. "Lemme goooo!"

"Not until you take it back!"

"I'm right—"

"Wow," Satsuki snorts as she cuts back through the room, now equipped with a can of soda. "Hey, [name]-chan, right? I think that's what Yuu was calling you. Are you completely sure you're single?" She cracks open the soda with a pshh, takes a slow sip as the pair of you freeze.

You'd already forgotten she was home.

You splutter, try to shove your way out of Noya's arms. "Just because I'm under attack does not make me in a relationship, thank you very much!"

"Right." She raises an eyebrow at you. "Well, far be it from me to define your relationship or proclaimed lack thereof. Just, you know, maybe don't go getting pinned down by guys unless you don't mind people thinking you're together. That's all."

"Oh, believe me, if I'd had any warning he would be the one on the floor right now," you grumble.

She snorts. "You're confident. I'd kinda like to see you kick someone's ass. Might be kinda—"

"Satsuki if you finish that sentence I swear to god—" Noya interrupts.

She exits swiftly, laughter echoing behind her. For a moment, the pair of you sit there in silence, staring at each other. Noya's expression is one of transcendent blankness. You're reminded of the calm before the storm, the look in a baby animal's eyes before it does something it's just learned it shouldn't, and then he's tackling you again.

When the dust settles, you feel bubbly and light, the impossible weight of the morning nearly forgotten. Noya helps you back onto the couch, and you settle back into games to fill the space, both with stupid smiles on your lips that won't seem to fade. As the time stretches closer to when you should go home—not to intrude on dinner with his family, your mind lingers on the question, and when you've decided it's time to leave, he derails your train of thought completely.

"I'm bi, you know," he says suddenly, eyes focused on the screen.

You pause, looking at him with a deer-in-headlights expression. "Huh?"

"I'm bi. Dudes are hot. Girls are really hot. Also, I got you."

Your attention snaps back to the screen as Noya executes your character with a well-aimed headshot. Your jaw drops. "Did you just fucking—come out to me so you could finally get a kill in!?"

"A little," he shrugs. He fails to hide his smug expression. "I mean, I also just wanted you to know, but just look at that replay! That was a beautiful shot, if I do say so myself."

You have half a mind to bash his head in with the controller. Everyone should applaud your restraint. "I cannot believe you."

"Please believe me. I actually am bisexual."

Both controllers are set aside now, the lobby music filling the space as you take it in. "…who knows?"

"Mei does. Satsuki and Kaede, too. Soba was the first one I told. I haven't really brought it up to Jii-chan or Okaa-san, but I'm pretty sure they'd be cool with it. I mean, Satsuki came out basically the second she figured out she was gay, and they don't treat her any different. Okaa-san's even super nice and welcoming to Satsuki's girlfriends, even though we haven't really liked any of them so far."

Notably absent from the list: anyone from school.

"The guys don't know?"

He shrugs. "I don't really want to risk them not thinking they can trust me."

Oh. Oh.

"Oh, Noya," you breathe. "You don't think any of 'em are…"

"I dunno. My two modes are really 'don't worry about it' or 'go all-in', but Mei got me thinking about what would happen if they aren't all chill, and… I dunno. It pisses me off to not tell 'em, but it'd piss me off more if volleyball stopped being fun."

You grip the fabric of your shorts, toying with the hem in hopes of tying your thoughts together. "How'd you know? That you were bi, I mean."

He leans back casually, smiling when Soba returns to leap onto his lap. Apparently, she's finally forgiven you both for your earlier transgressions. Your eyes linger on his easy posture, the way he pets Soba as he slings an arm over the back of the couch and thinks. "Asahi-san and Ryu, mostly."

"…but you just said no one on the team—ohh."

He nods, flashes an almost sheepish grin. His cheeks are faintly pink, and you're reminded of the way your eyes used to linger on Kasumi, not quite wanting to stray away.

You stifle a laugh. "I'm not making fun of you, I just—your type is either 'big shy sweet teddy bear' or 'kind-hearted delinquent'? What's the connection there?"

He flushes harder. "Look—"

"Wait, I got it. Wing spikers."

He shoves your shoulder as you laugh harder. "Oh, you shush. What's your type, then?"

"Cool and pretty," you reply automatically. "And good hair. Ideally soft."

"Oh, good. I know a guy."

You roll your eyes. You know exactly where he's going with that. "Uh-huh. I'm sure. Go on? I'm kind of in the middle of a bisexual crisis right now."

"Fine, fine. So I basically knew I liked girls from, like, pretty early on. See girl, girl pretty, like girl. You know?"

You nod sagely. "Easy enough."

"And so I'm playing volleyball, having a good time, going to high school and having fun, and just… really enjoying the moments where I just get to look at Asahi-san as he's going for a spike, or when Ryu is hyping me up, and it's different. You know?"

"I… don't really get it," you sigh. "Like, I feel like I do, I just… I dunno."

But then you think of the Soba photos you've favorited, the ones where you zoom in not on Soba but on her owner, and something clicks a little bit. The inability to tear your eyes away when the entire team decides to just openly strip their shirts off. The way your eyes catch on nice shoulders, arms, backs, and linger too long there, and the pulling feeling in your stomach when you look too long or your mind wanders.

Whatever face journey you're going on, Noya grins as he watches it, posture languid as you arrive at a deeply unfortunate conclusion.

"Okay, so maybe I like men."

"So maybe you're bisexual."

"So maybe I am."

"So you'll marry me, right?"

"Maybe if you hit your quota."

"I can arrange that."

Footnotes

20. Perhaps not by coincidence, this is also how I wrote this fucking chapter.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

#my fics #haikyuu/reader #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu/reader #yuu nishinoya x reader #yuu nishinoya/reader #noya x reader #noya/reader

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boycarfreak · 2 months ago

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not much of a tag game participant at all here, but something possessed me today and i had a fully typed out answer post infront of me before i knew it. so here goes nothing ig

tagged by @alb3rtpark dearest

last song listened to: grapes by james marriott (a must have on 🔁 every september)

last movie watched: watched wall-e for the first time on a whim a couple nights back and kept assigning maxiel characteristics to wall-e and eve the entire run of the movie lmfao

sweet/savoury/spicy: an atrociously rotten sweet tooth guy on the daily. but the odd day when my desi upbringing possesses me and makes me crave spice isn't nonexistent.

relationship status: almost didn't change prev's answer to this bcos what a coincidence! aromantic single pringle here as well.

current obsession: other than maxiel continuing to haunt every living thought of mine the way they have been for an uncountable number of months now? uh— we as a fam purchased our first indoor potted plant recently. so im educating myself on orchid care in an almost obsessive way these days and finding myself trudging over to the countertop the plant is perched on top of and staring at the root system intensely for no less than 10 minutes on an almost daily basis.

not tagging anyone. but if u saw this and felt like having a go too, feel free to say i tagged u!

#tag torque

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audioaujom · 4 months ago

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6: In the Woods

CHTangled Hub, <prev, next>

Hey all! Sorry for the delay, I got caught up in rewatching and working on some fics for all my favorite old DisneyXD shows with my partner and couldn’t seem to tear myself away long enough for this update. But I’m still here, and back! Really wanted to tag this chapter with TW: Brennan.

Word Count: 2062

Chapter TWs: Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships

“So, you’re being… super cryptic.” Emily commented as she sat on a tree stump by the river, Zac sitting down beside her. He had barely said a word after she’d gotten out of the water, save for telling her to “sit there so he can make her feel better” after she broke camp.

Whatever the hell that meant.

“Sorry…” Zac frowned, but didn’t elaborate further as he grabbed the hand that she’d injured during her fight with Sir Murphy. “Just don’t… Don’t freak out.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting one hand pinch his other arm until tears welled up in his eyes, humming under his breath and leaning forward to make sure the slightly glowing tears fell onto Emily’s injured hand. In an instant they absorbed into her skin, the muscle and skin that had been cut deep enough to still be bleeding quickly knitting itself back together. Zac sniffed a little and wiped at his eyes as soon as her hand was fully healed, letting go and looking at the thief nervously.

“Please don’t freak out—!”

Emily stared at him with wide eyes, very obviously trying and failing to control her surprise and disbelief. “Whaaat? I’m not freakin’ out, are you freakin’ out? I’m just interested in your weird glowing magic tears and them healing my hand! How long have they been doing that exactly?”

“Uh… Forever, I guess?” Zac shrugged, struggling to look Emily in the eyes. “Brennan never really explained anything, but I’ve been able to heal and stuff when I cried since I was really little. He said that if people found out they’d tried to take my eyes or worse, to get their hands on my power.”

The whole situation finally clicked for Emily, and it made her stomach coil with nerves. Zac didn’t seem to notice, instead staring down at his slightly damp hands and trying to psych himself up to keep talking. Even though he was obviously uncomfortable, it was clear that some kind of weight had been lifted as he finally had a chance to talk to someone else about himself. Emily did her best to hide her discomfort so Zac didn’t think it was aimed at him.

“A gift like the one I have… has to be protected. That’s why he never let me…” Zac quickly cut himself off, stumbling over his words as Emily’s now concerned gaze had him unable to justify anything.

What was wrong with him? It had always made sense before…

“Or, er, well, that’s why I never left, ‘cause… well, you know…”

“...You’ve really never left that tower.” Emily said softly, Zac finally looking up and over at her. His eyes held a strange kind of sincere sadness, confirming all of Emily’s fears. “And knowing all this, knowing what's out here, you’re still gonna go back?”

“No! …Yes?” He sighed in frustration, running his hands back through his hair a few times. He paused, for the first time since he left realizing that he was completely unsure about what he wanted to do next. “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“I get it.” Emily sighed, tentatively reaching out and putting her arm over Zac’s shoulders to pull him into a side hug. “But you don't owe that guy anything.”

“But, he raised me and takes care of me and—!” Zac tried, only for Emily to cut him off with a soft shake of the head.

“I never really had a home, as a kid. Not after my parents died.” She started, Zac staying quiet as she awkwardly started spilling. “I bounced around a couple foster homes and orphanages but none of them really wanted me, for a whole list of different reasons.”

Emily hadn't actually meant to start talking about her life, but Zac seemed so concerned and enraptured by her talking that she decided maybe it wasn't the worst way to get through to him.

“I was too reckless, too loud, too hungry… But the last house I was in before going off on my own seemed nice enough. They put up with all my shit with a smile and tucked me into bed no matter the trouble I caused.” A fond smile unwillingly made its way onto her face, but after a short pause it turned sour. “I found out a few weeks in that they were only putting up with me ‘cause the previous place paid them to take me. It was clear that as soon as the money ran out they'd be no different than the rest, since they… well, were using me.”

Zac shifted to face Emily, using the arm already across his shoulders to pull her into a full hug. “I'm… sorry to hear that.”

“Do you understand what I'm trying to say, though?” Emily chuckled a little, pulling away enough to look Zac square in the eyes. She tried to look chipper and optimistic as usual, but Zac didn't miss the flashes of longing and sadness in her eyes. “Not that our situations are or were the same, but, you know.”

“I appreciate you telling me all that.” Is what Zac opted to say, his mind swirling with the new information. He… wasn't sure what to make of it yet. “And I'm glad whatever rough life you've led caused us to meet.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Emily smiled as sweetly as she could, wanting to give Zac a moment as she pulled away, stood up, and gestured off into the woods. “Well, I should… I— I should go get some more firewood.”

Zac nodded, watching her walk off and disappear into the darkening night. He sighed as soon as he was alone, putting his head into his hands and trying to collect his thoughts. Emily had really given him a lot to think about, but before he could put anything together he heard a familiar voice speak up from behind him.

“And here I thought she’d never leave!”

Zac shot to his feet, face paling as he nervously stumbled out, “Brennan?”

“Hello, Zac.” Brennan smiled, stepping forward and pulling him into a tight hug that wasn't reciprocated.

Zac sputtered helplessly for words, only finally managing to get out a very confused, “How did you find me?” after Brennan pulled away.

“Oh, it was pretty easy, actually.” Brennan’s continued smile had Zac’s stomach churning, something about it unusually sinister. “All I had to do was listen for the sound of complete and utter betrayal and follow that.”

Zac's breath caught in his throat. “Brennan…”

“We’re going home. Now.” Brennan didn't even seem to hear Zac, grabbing his arm and starting to pull him away from the makeshift camp he and Emily had set up.

“W—Wait! Not yet, I—!” Zac yanked his arm out of Brennan’s grip, much to the latter’s surprise. “I’ve been on this just… amazing journey and I keep seeing and learning new things and—!” Zac took a deep breath, cutting himself off before he gushed too much. Brennan hated when he talked in circles. “I even made a friend!”

“Right! The wanted thief, I’m so proud!” Brennan looked… well, pissed. He was furious as he grabbed for Zac’s arm again, his grip bruising and glare unrelenting. “Come on, already.”

“Brennan, wait!” Zac pulled away once again, rubbing at his arm where he'd been held. He laughed nervously, Brennan’s continued anger making him deeply uncomfortable and unendingly nervous. “She’s the first person other than you that I met, and she’s been so nice and has helped me so much… and I think she also sees me as a friend.”

Brennan and Zac stared at each other for a long moment after the awkward admission, the silence ending in a sharp laugh from Brennan.

“You think she sees you as a friend? Are you kidding me?” He stared at Zac incredulously, shaking his head and laughing again. “I thought I raised you better than this, really.”

Zac shrunk in on himself, embarrassed and hurt. “What do you mean?”

“This… whole friendship thing you’ve invented, it can’t possibly be real.” Brennan placed a light hand on Zac’s nearest shoulder, gaze concerned but oddly hardened. “I mean look at you. What about you could possibly impress her? You’re so naive.” Brennan heaved a heavy sigh, his other hand going up to punch at the bridge of his nose. “Too naive to be out here, clearly. ‘Sees you as a friend’. How crazy. You? Really?”

In an instant, Zac was crestfallen.

All the hope and wonder he'd built up on this journey with Emily was crushed to pieces, Brennan's words immediately trying to override what the thief had just tried to tell him. There really was no way someone as cool and capable as her would want to be the friend of some lame loser who'd never left the tower he was raised in.

Something in the back of his head didn't like this new train of thought, though, pushing back on it enough that he stuttered out a faint protest of, “But… but I…”

“Don't be stupid.” Brennan shut him down again, but this time it had anger flaring up in Zac’s chest instead of defeat. “Let's go home.”

“...no.”

Completely caught off guard, Brennan stared blankly at the boy in front of him. “No?”

“No.” Zac reaffirmed, even as Brennan’s harsh tone had his mind yelling at him to backpedal and apologize.

Emily would want him to stand up for himself here, right?

“Oh, I see. You're all grown up now, is that it?” Brennan’s saturatedly sweet tone left Zac feeling sick, immediately regretting his choice to talk back. “You leave the tower on your own and suddenly you don't need my help anymore.”

“That’s not… that's not what I said.”

“Isn't it? You must be so mature and smart to have made it this far on your own.” Brennan squeezed Zac’s shoulder hard before letting go, his hand flying up to his chest to feign hurt. “After everything I've had to do for your sake, this is how you repay me?”

Zac felt his veins turn to ice, freezing him to the spot. His thoughts all stopped, except for one loud voice that kept saying that he'd really fucked up this time.

“That's fine, then. You want to hang out with your new, very trustworthy friend and abandon the man who dedicated his life to protecting you.” Brennan put his head in his hands sorrowfully, sniffing and wiping at slightly damp eyes.

“Brennan, wait—!” Zac tried, fearful, but was cut off by another exaggerated lament.

“No, it's okay. I just… need to go heal my broken heart. Alone.” Shaking his head, Brennan turned around to stare off into the woods away from Zac before abruptly turning back around—with Emily’s satchel clutched in a tight fist. “And since you're so confident in your new friend, why don't you give her this. See what she does.”

Zac’s stomach dropped impossibly further. “How did you—?”

“That’s not what matters.” Brennan tsked disapprovingly at him, throwing the bag over with a dismissive wave. “Since you can make good decisions without my help, go ahead. When she betrays you, don't come crying back to me.”

“Brennan, please, wait—!”

“Have fun, Zac.”

Zac watched Brennan leave, barely thinking or even breathing until the breaking of sticks and underbrush telling of Emily's return snapped him out of his daze. He quickly stashed the satchel in a nearby tree stump, putting on the most normal expression he could muster.

Emily frowned as she came back into camp, noticing Zac’s clear unease even through his poor attempt to hide it and the hefty armful of firewood she had. “Hey, you feeling okay? You look pale.”

“Just… lost in thought, I guess.” Zac tried to smile reassuringly, but Emily once again saw right through it—even before it wobbled. “Thanks for the firewood.”

“Say, your tears don’t do anything besides healing, do they?” Emily asked to break the tension as she set the firewood down, cracking a wide smirk. “Like, this hand isn’t going to become like… super strong or something, right? ‘Cause I wouldn’t mind if it did, you know. That’d be cool.”

Zac listened along with a half-hearted smile, his mind too occupied with thoughts of the hidden satchel to really get invested in her attempts to cheer him up.

What was he supposed to do now…?

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