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Chapter 1
NOTES FOR THE READERS:
ok so i know this is clearly an aggressive yaki au but it doesnt have to be this was just the direction i started to go in. This is something I found in my docs and I’d like to share the concept with everyone. Yes, this is enemies to lovers. Anytime you see a separation between paragraphs this is POV shifting from you to Kyk. My inbox is OPEN, if anyone has requests.
“Congratulations, you made the team”
You’ll never forget the day you made it to what you consider the dream team, all your hard work paying off in the end. The day you opened up the letter signed to you announcing the news you had been waiting for. The sense of accomplishment flooded through you, pleased with yourself for once. All your friends and family deemed you lucky and were proud of you. You made a promise to yourself to not get distracted along the way. The sound of the fan running in your studio apartment, just arriving back from checking the mail. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of seeing the application addressed to you, as much as you wanted to scream you held composure. That whole night you could hardly sleep knowing what the future held for you, time passed slowly than within an instant you were starting your very first game on the team.
The air in the locker room felt hot and sticky, shouting could be heard from outside as you laced up your shoes for your first game. You were a freshman on the college volleyball team, another new face and considered a pester for your older teammates. You checked yourself out in the mirror before stumbling out onto the gym nervously, you felt like a baby giraffe using its legs for the first time. “Get it together…” You told yourself. Your talents were undeniable and you deserved your spot on the team, regardless of the anxious thoughts that ran through your mind. A deep breath filled your lungs and left in a moment's release, hands slightly shaky and clammy. People lined the rows, eagerly awaiting the game to start while everybody cheered for their favorite players and teams. Standing up straight for a sense of false confidence, you stood in your position ready. You could feel one pair of eyes in particular latching onto you, who? No other than your team captain, of course. Kim Yeon-Koung, one of the best volleyball players in the world was staring directly into your soul as if already displeased with you. Her eyes were piercing like a hawk and her eyebrows furrowed together as she had only one goal in mind, winning.
Yaki moved with grace across the gym, seemingly every time the ball came her way she could score a point. No matter who she was up against her expertise and professionalism shined through, she remained a true force to be reckoned with. You always admired how she made it look so easy, nearly effortless when it came to doing what she loved. As the game continued on, the focused look she had only left her face when it was time to celebrate. Her charming smile could switch off to an intimidating death stare towards the opposing team within an instant, that was the competitive nature about her. She was magnetic to you even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. She was so attractive it was easy to look past her defensive and stern demeanor. There has been a time too many when Yaki had gotten onto you, whether it was for hitting the ball in the wrong direction or simply not playing exactly how she wanted you to. When it had become game time she turned ruthless, at times she even hurt you and your other teammate’s feelings.
Regardless… She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Hit the ball, idiot!”
Somehow you managed to lose your train of thought midgame, the ball flew right by you and hit the floor allowing your opponents to gain a point. Yaki threw her hands up in the air, muttering curse words under her breath. Nothing made her angrier than when we royally screwed up, especially a mistake made by a younger teammate. Her attitude could shift from sweet to seeing red within an instant. You cuffed your face with your hands, wiping off some sweat. Pure humiliation and shame sent a shock through your body, knocking you back down to Earth once again. You wanted to run or hide, anywhere away from everyone else but you couldn’t. Yaki took a deep breath and made a “come here” motion with her hands and you knew all her wrath was about to be released upon you. You made your walk of shame towards her, keeping your posture as stiff and tall as you could in an attempt to not display your guilt.
“Are you kidding me? I’m not losing because of you. Get it together, Y/n.”
“Im sorry I-”
“I don’t care, that will not ever happen again.”
She scoffed and fixed her position, making sure to scrunch her face up enough to express her disdain for you. You hated that you could never defend yourself with her, as much as you knew you were in the wrong. Everyone held their places and the game continued, this time you were going to prove yourself. The winning team served the ball and this time your eyes were hyperfocused on it. One of your teammates hit the ball to the other side but the defense knocked it back over to you, this was your chance and you took it. You slammed the ball with your palm as hard as you could, your opponents scurried over to defend but they were no match. You scored a point, quickly recovering from your hiccup earlier. You threw your hands up and cheered with the team, a big smile covered Yaki’s face. Nothing made you happier than when she was proud of you. She always managed to shift your emotions, hitting every notch on the spectrum from anger to butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.
Both teams were now even and whichever team scores will be the winner. Yaki gave a quick pep talk, assuring everyone we could have this. Regardless of her rough exterior, she was an amazing coach and you knew that. You respected her even though you knew she saw you as an ant. Every time she switched from being angry to happy with you it tugged at your heartstrings, leaving you absolutely hopeless. You doubted she even acknowledged your existence sometimes but the high was enough to keep you confident for the remainder of the game. Your team served the ball and thus came the usual back and forth of the two teams. This one was tough since everyone was fighting for a win, footsteps squeaked across the floor as everyone shouted at each other. Sure enough, Yaki hit the ball and made it land smack across the floor. The team huddled together to give everyone a joyous embrace, Yakis hand graced your back before pulling away. Being within her presence never lasted long enough.
You hunched over on a cold metal bench, sweat running down your back and neck. The stench of gungy knee pads and sopping uniforms filled the air. Bodysprays and deodorant attempted to mask the hazardous scent. Your gaze stayed on the worn blue tiles along the locker room floor. The scuffle and rummaging of tennis shoes and lockers flinging open, cheering and laughter layered over. You grabbed a soft cotton towel and headed to the showers, a curtain covered the cubicles. You whipped the curtain open impatiently and began taking your clothes off, hanging them over the steel rod above you. Soapy suds and a thick lather coated your body, a holy cleanse after the intense game you endured. Hot water hit your back as your mind recalled Yaki lecturing you, the way her eyes seemingly filled with hatred and resentment. Though the game was won, your mind ate at your flaws and faults.
Never good enough.
You turned the faucet off and began to dry off, wrapping a separate towel in your hair. You felt clean and fresh, ready to go home and pass out. Upon leaving, you saw the girls all huddled around Yaki as she rambled. Laughter and giggles from everyone eating up one of her elaborate storytimes, admittedly she was funny. Looks and a good sense of humor, she had everything. You picked up your duffel bag and let it slouch over your shoulder before heading towards the door. It was obvious how a few girls just wanted brownie points with the captain, some kept their distance because they couldn’t stand her. At the moment you weren’t sure where you and Yaki stood until she called your name out just before you could leave. She stood up and cut her storytime short, feet scuffling over towards you. She cleaned up well as you could smell her musky perfume lingering from her body as she moved closer.
“Let’s talk.”
She pulled you out for some privacy, her hand resting on your shoulder.
You nodded your head in obedience, ready for whatever criticism she was about to give you.
“How did you not see it coming? I’ve never seen you freeze up like that before.”
Her hands cupped the air in frustration, the concept of it being your first game and never playing in front of that many people never occurred in her mind. Even though you knew, who was really distracting you at the moment. You paused, your eyes pointed at the ground as you tried to come up with an excuse. You felt the heat of Yaki’s intimidating glare on you, looking you up and down in pity.
“I made a mistake, there is no excuse for it and I’ll admit that. It won’t happen again but stop acting as you weren’t in my position before.”
“Because I wasn’t, I was much better than you at your age.”
She cocked a sly grin and tilted her head, she thought herself hilarious and cute. However, you found nothing funny about the situation. Your mind raced with a hundred scenarios where Yaki could have passed the ball to a better spot or times when she let her close friends off the hook when they messed up yet got onto you for the slightest mistake. Your eyes wanted to jolt all the way to the back of your brain but you didn’t wanna come off too rude to your senior. You smacked your teeth together and said nothing, the both of you making eye contact. The air grew quiet and tense as she knew you weren’t saying how you truly felt. Either way, she felt as though it was the perfect time to listen to the sound of her voice yet again.
“Practice tomorrow morning, eight o clock. Be there, your career depends on it.”
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Yaki switched into a shirt and shorts to assess her daily wine down, It had been a long day after all. Every day is a long day for an athlete, the body was in good shape but the mind remained heavy sometimes. She lives alone, on the days she isn’t busy she is usually staying out of the public eye. Her notoriety had sparked in recent years especially despite being well known for a long time now. Yaki, let out a big yawn before collapsing in bed and turning on something to watch, presumably her usual drama. The apartment was quiet but tidy and kept. For the most part, she was content with living alone but it does get lonely. The difference between going from loud cheering crowds to silence is hard to adjust to. Every night she did a quick rundown on what the teammates need to improve, at the end of the list was you. There was never a moment where Yaki doubted your talent, it was your focus that came into question.
What is that girl always thinking about?
Yaki sighed after closing her laptop. Silence, darkness then came the tossing and turning. Reaching over to the other side of the end table she grabbed her phone and opened up her socials, scrolling to see if anyone has posted anything new. She paused and clicked her tongue, feeling nosey enough to search up your name. You both followed each other but never interacted much, things were always friendly if they weren’t tense. Admittedly, she knew you were the easiest to get a reaction out of. The way you pulled yourself away from her was noticeable, whether you meant to or not.
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Taiyaki mule
Mikey x son reader
Male reader
🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷
Did Mikey train his kid to do nonsense? Absolutely.
Did he regret it?
Absolutely not.
Little name waddled at a fast pace from his dad's office, the guards watching him as he ran to the kitchen where Koko was setting down boxes of treats "ah yes, turn around" Koko motioned to the little toddler and unzipping the (cartoon) backpack he wore and put the boxes of Taiyaki in, zipping it up "thank you uncle Koko!" (Name) hugged the executives legs before speed waddling back to his dad "straight up Mikey's Taiyaki mule..." Ran joked as he took a sip of his whiskey.
"Papa! I got da 'yaki!" (Name) said excitedly as he pushed the heavy glass door closed and Mikey pressed a switch to blur the glass around them "good boy" he mumbled turning his son to help him take the backpack off and setting it on the table, lifting his kid into his lap "let's see what we got" Mikey mumbled taking out the boxes "kitty!" (Name) pointed to the variety pack and Mikey hummed " opening it and handing the boy the Taiyaki "here" he gave the tot the treat and little (name) did his little snack dance before eating it "(flavor)!" (Name) said offering his dad a bite and Mikey took a small bite.
Last time he took a big bite and (name) cried for an hour.
"It's Good.." Mikey mumbled and the two ate their respective treats.
Mikey took (name) most places, didn't trust nannies or he had one of the executives or Sanzu watch him.
"Wanna go get drinks?" Mikey asked his son who nodded, crawling off his lap and his dad helped him get his backpack on and watched him tot out.
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚 •◦இ•◦ ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕗𝕗
🧩 pairing: babysitter!niki x babysitter!reader!afab
🧩 summary: your babysitting gig is working better than planned, but things are heating up between you and your best friend Niki. req by: @chaenqen
🧩 cw: swearing, suggestive flirting, kissing
🧩 wc: 2.7k ❀ part 1
You remember this like it was yesterday. You and Niki had finished your first job and he ended the night by kissing you on the cheek.
You and Niki have been doing surprisingly well with this babysitting business. You had already made over $3,500 in less than 3 months and Niki was doing much better with the kids now. You decided to continue running your business through Instagram and just link a PDF file showing the pricing. It was just easier to watch one platform.
Of course, you had your best customer, Valerie, and her son James. She booked you guys every Friday now, and Niki and James have grown much closer. He's almost like a big brother to him. It's always cute to see them together.
In fact, last Friday was the first time you ever watched James at his house. She knew this was gonna be expensive, but she wanted you to keep him overnight and she would return the following morning. The reason this time was their anniversary, and her husband wanted to take her out of town.
Valerie gave us extra money to buy pizza for dinner, but Niki wanted to make taiyaki for James. "What's taco-ya-key?" James asked as he sat across the counter watching Niki mix the batter. "Taiyaki," Niki chuckled. "Oops tie-yaki," James giggled back. "It's like a dessert. Trust you're gonna love it," Niki said as he pulled out the mold.
"Umm does it taste like fish or something?" James asked tilting his head to the side. "Huh? What kind of dessert has fish in it?" "I think he might be confused by the mold Niki." "Oh. My bad. No, there's no fish in here. Unless you want some." "No way!" James said clenching his teeth together and shaking his head. "You sure? It might be better than you think," Niki smiled. "Uhn uhn," James said shaking his head once more. Niki poured the batter on the first side. "Niki, can I help?" James said, stopping Niki as he scooped the second spoon. "Oh, sure," Niki replied before picking James up out of his chair making him giggle a bit. "Okay, just pour the batter on the empty side over here." "Okay. I hope I don't make a mess." "If you do it's okay, I'll clean it up. But be careful, it's hot." James poured the batter on the other side spilling a few drops as he moved the spoon away.
"Oops." "Don't worry. I got it," Niki said placing James on the ground. Niki walked over to the sink to grab a wet towel, but when he turned around he saw that James was already on the ground wiping the batter up with his shirt. "You didn't have to do that. I told you I got it." "It's okay, Niki. I don't mind." "Yea, but now your shirt is dirty." "That's okay. I can change it." Niki patted James on the head. "Alright, well we can change it after we're done. The taiyaki still needs filling." "How are you gonna fill it?" "Y/N filled a piping bag with a chocolate filling while we were busy making a mess," Niki giggled. "Can I do it?" "Of course, you can," Niki said before coming to get the bag from you and handing it to James.
"Okay just pipe one straight line," Niki said as placed James on the countertop. "Okay," James said focusing hard on the stream of thick chocolate filling coming out of the bag. This time he was careful not to spill anything this time. "Niki, look! I did it!" James said, eyeing Niki for validation. "I see. You did a really good job too," Niki smiled. "And I didn't make a mess either," James smiled proudly. "Hehe, awesome!" James held up his hand and Niki gave him a high five. "Yes!" James shouted. Niki closed the mold to finish cooking the dessert.
While those two were busy playing around, you cleaned the kitchen around them and ordered the pizza. There was no way you were gonna let James only eat taiyaki for dinner. It was so cute to watch Niki bond so well with James. "It's crazy to think how they were when they first met," you chuckled to yourself.
*DING DONG*
"Boys! Pizza's here!" you exclaimed after closing the front door.
"Yay! Pizza!" James jumped as he ran to the table.
"Be careful," Niki said as James hopped into the chair. "When'd you order this?" he continued.
"While you two were busy with your Father-Son bonding time," you teased.
"Psh, whatever," he said giving you a cheeky look.
You fixed James a plate of pepperoni pizza with broccoli and cheese. "Thank you," he smiled before picking up a piece of broccoli. Afterward, you all sat down at the table to eat dinner together.
Niki and James finished up first and went to the living room to watch TV. James had been trying to get Niki to watch Thomas with him, and now he finally had the opportunity. "Which character do you like?" James asked as they watched the show together. "I like the red one...James right?" "Yep," James smiled before snuggling under Niki's arm. You joined them on the couch, sitting on the opposite side of Niki, resting your head on his shoulder. The sound of talking trains faded away as the three of you fell asleep together.
You woke up after some time to see James resting peacefully on Niki's lap. And, to your surprise, Niki had his arm wrapped around you. Your subtle movements were enough to wake Niki out of his sleep. "What time is it?" Niki groaned in a raspy voice. "Uhh...I don't really know. 12, maybe?" "Mmm, lemme check my phone," Niki said before noticing that James was lying on his lap. "Hmm, or maybe not," he continued before letting out a muffled yawn. "We should probably take him to his room." "Yea, I'll go pull his covers back," you said before getting up to leave the room. You still couldn't get over the fact that Niki had his arm around you. "Hold on, I'm coming with you," Niki said as he lifted James's sleepy body into his arms. The two of you walked to his room and turned on a night light. You pulled the covers back and Niki walked over to lay James down.
You and Niki headed back to the living room. "I'm kinda in the mood for a snack now. What about you?" Niki said as he walked to the kitchen. "Hmm, me too." "I have some more batter left. I'll make us some taiyaki and we can eat that unless you want something else." "No that's good."
Niki carried over 3 taiyaki. "We can split the ext--" Niki paused mid-sentence as he spotted James rubbing his eyes and walking over to you. "M-mommy," James mumbled as he crawled on the couch next to you. "No, it's me, James," you said as he looked up at you. "Sorry. I keep almost calling you that," James said shaking the little sleep out of his eyes. "Well, since you're here do you want the extra taiyaki?" Niki asked handing him the warm treat wrapped in a napkin. "Yes, thank you," he smiled before taking a big bite out of the fish-shaped snack.
Niki turned on the train cartoon for James, before whispering in your ear, "I guess we're Mommy and Daddy now, huh?" hearing this made you blush. "N-Niki." "What? We obviously make a pretty good team. Don't you think?" You were speechless. This behavior was odd, even for Niki. Or maybe it just felt different because of the way you woke up earlier.
Anyways, this Wednesday Valerie booked you to monitor a play date between James and a few of her friends' kids around the same age. As usual, she sent you her information and the information of the other kids. You were instructed to meet them at her house.
Fortunately, you had already been there before, which made finding things much easier.
“Ok, the kids will be over here in about 30 minutes. I just need you guys to set up the table and put these drinks in the fridge,” Valerie said handing you multiple juice boxes. “You want to make sure the kids have everything they need until we get back.” She said as she scanned a yellow piece of notepaper. “This has everything you need to know and everything that should be done in case of an emergency. We have two medkits. One under the kitchen cabinet and one behind the bathroom mirror. I'm gonna go finish getting dressed now, don't forget to call me if you need anything else. I really appreciate your business. The two of you have truly been a blessing to me and my son.” Valerie continued prancing around for a few minutes before walking back to her room to finish getting dressed. James was busy watching TV on the couch while you and Niki finished preparing for the playdate.
"This should be fun," you awkwardly smiled at Niki. "Well, this is the first time we had to supervise a playdate with multiple kids. So, I hope it's fun."
*DING DONG*
"They're here," you said in unison, rushing to the door. You all exchanged greetings with the children's mothers as the group of kids ran to join James on the couch. "Val! You ready?" one of the women shouted. "Almost!" you heard her reply from a distance. Most of the women headed to the kitchen and began chatting about their plans, but one stayed behind.
You could tell that one of the women was fixated on Niki. She had been looking him up and down since she first laid eyes on him. She looked around 25 or 26 and stood around 5ft 6in. She wore a pair of 4-inch stilettos with her cold black hair slicked back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a tailored red blouse, her outfit perfectly accentuated her slim/curvy figure.
"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Catherine. Annie's mom." she said in a seductive tone, careful not to break eye contact with Niki. "I'm Y/N." "And I'm Niki." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Niki. What inspired you to start working with kids?" she asked as she began toying with her necklace that sat right above her cleavage. *Me bitch. I'm the only reason we're doing this shit in the first place* you muttered to yourself.
"Umm...well actually it started off as a way to make extra money, but now I'm kinda finding enjoyment in the whole process." "Tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?" *God, she should go wipe the drool from her stupid ass lips* "Well, I like to dance." "Oh, so you're a dancer huh? How about you show me a little something," she said as she walked over to grab his hand and place it around her waist. *No fucking way. Is she serious?* "Heh, okay," Niki replied as he started to do a sort of partner dance which Catherine used as an opportunity to sensually move her hips and roll her body against his.
You found this disgusting as hell but at the same time you kinda of wished he was dancing like that with you. You rolled your eyes as she giggled when Niki spun her around. "Hmm, you're pretty good with your body. I'd love to dance with you more often. Maybe you could even teach me a few things. I'm really good at following instructions," she smiled placing a hand on his chest. "Maybe," he smiled back. "I'll even pay you for your time." "Tempting, I'll definitely think about it."
"Ok, ladies. I'm ready!" Valerie smiled as she entered the living room. "If you ever feel like you wanna dance, call me," Catherine said pulling a pen out of her purse. She scribbled her number on his hand before leaving with the other women. "Bye, baby! Bye, Niki," she said as she walked out of the door.
"Ugh, good riddance," you scoffed. "What?" "Did you see the way she looked at you?" you shook your head. "What do you mean?" "I'm really good at following instructions," you mocked. Niki laughed at your impression of Catherine. "She was literally all over you." "We were dancing." "Ugh." "What? Do you wanna dance with me?" "Yes--no. I don't fucking care." "Right."
You and Niki pulled out a few toys and activities for the kids to do together. James played trains with one of the boys. Two other kids worked on puzzles together. And Annie was drawing pictures with another girl.
Fortunately, all of the kids were very well-behaved, but it was about time for a nap. You made sure to follow Valerie's explicitly detailed schedule. You put on a quiet movie and got them all blankets.
"James was telling us about taiyaki. He said it was a fish cake with chocolate inside. Can we have one after nap time?" Annie asked as you placed the blanket over her. You were surprised at how well she spoke at such a young age. "Yea. Can we try the fish stuff after naps?" Xavier chimed. "Niki?"
Niki was busy talking to James, but when he heard you call his name, he immediately turned to face you. "Yea, what's up?" "Do you mind making taiyaki for everyone after nap time?" "Oh yea sure. That's no problem," he smiled. "Yay!" the kids cheered in unison. "James must've been spilling all of our little secrets with everyone," he smiled as he ruffled James's hair. "Hehe, yea because you're so cool," he giggled. "I love you, Niki. You're the best big brother in the world," he smiled hugging Niki before laying down. "I love you too, James. Now get some rest so you can help me make the snack for everyone when you get up." "Really?! I can help?" "Of course. I think you put a secret ingredient inside because those were the best taiyaki I ever had in my life." "You're whole life? Wow," James yawned before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Niki must've caught you staring at him because he gave you a strange look as he walked over to you. But it was just something about the way he was with James. Seeing his "big brother" side was surprising, considering that Niki was usually the type to pop off for almost no reason at all.
Niki grabbed one of your hands and put the other one around your waist. "N-Niki? What are you doing?" "Dancing.'' You weren't the best dancer, but Niki made you feel very comfortable as he guided you around the kitchen floor. The dancing was brief, but you enjoyed it. You had never been this close to Niki...well not in this way. He stopped after spinning you around and landing in a position where you fell under his body. You braced yourself against the countertop as you looked up into his eyes. He leaned down to place a soft, delicate kiss on your lips. Nothing sensual, just sweet and romantic.
"As if," you scoffed. "How many times are you gonna keep kissing me?" "I've only kissed you twice. You must be referring to your fantasies," he teased. "Yea right. Why would I ever waste my energy thinking about something as stupid as a kiss?" "It's not a waste if you like it." "Well, I don't like it." "No? Well then I guess I won't do it anymore," he shrugged. "But--Whatever, I don't care. I'd be happier if you kept your damn lips to yourself anyway." "Are you sure about that?" "Yea, I'm sure." "Well, then I guess you wouldn't mind if I start helping Cath--" You cut him off, grabbed his hand, and aggressively wiped her number off of his hand with a wet towel. Niki burst into laughter. "I was only joking punk," he said before placing a kiss on your cheek. "Let's go watch a movie while we wait for them to wake up," Niki said walking over to the kitchen table and pulling out his phone. "I forgot to bring my laptop, so that'll have to work," he chuckled.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | in which tighnari makes up for the few weeks of loneliness away from your side as he let you teach him how to ice skate during the winter holiday because 'tis is the season to remember.
𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x tighnari; fluff; a bit hurt then comfort; kissing; let me know if I missed anything!
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | this is my exchange gift for @mako-yaki in the Secret Santa Event hosted by @2022gisecretsanta ! I was supposed to add Ayato and Kazuha (and Wanderer cause I thought of a good scenario for him oof) but I sadly have no time to write more for them so maybe I'll just do a part 2 soon if possible! Still, I hope you like this as much as I love writing them! Happy holidays to you, comrade <3
PS. I'm most certain that teyvat do not have christmas because of its origin but for the sake of this fic, I just renamed it as a winter holidays with unknown origin lol. And I'm not certain too if my dear secret santa celebrates christmas so to be safe, christmas is referred to as 'winter holiday' instead!
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You glide for a few meters after stepping onto the ice to reacquaint yourself with the sensation beneath your skates. You awkwardly spin around, stumbling a little when the blades hit an uneven chunk of ice, but you quickly get back on your feet before you completely lose balance. You smile to yourself, at least you remember how to do that.
It's been a while since you have been in an outdoor rink, knowing that you were staying in Sumeru and its rainforest for a few years now. But the sight of multiple pairs of lovers skating together hand in hand as if they own the world, little children waddling about unsteadily on the ice, parents flailing around as they frantically attempt to chase after their cheeky children who have yet to wear their mufflers...
It all brings a fond grin to your face, memories of childhood and holiday outings coming to mind.
You gaze up at the place surrounding the rink, the bright blue sky filled with clouds and the towering pine trees located at the other end of the rink, and you feel excitement begin to well up in your chest. An excited hum escapes your lips, and you’re about to skate off when it hits you that you’ve forgotten something—or rather, someone.
You turn around at the sound of your name, and you see Tighnari standing a distance behind you, though even standing seems to pose a huge challenge to him. He’s trembling while flailing his arms as he attempts to keep his balance, even though it’s clear that he’s just barely taken a step off the ground.
His gaze darted between the ice then to you, slight panic glazing in his eyes. Though some relief sets in when you skate over to him, he gives you an irritated glare and an embarrassed flush of his cheeks when he sees you stifling your laughter at his pathetic state.
You hold out your hand to him once you’re close enough and immediately he clutches tightly to your arm like a lifeline.
"The audacity of you to leave me behind, you heartless dunce." He huffed angrily, leaning against you as he tried to release the tension in his muscles, clearly tired from the effort of standing on ice even for a short period of time. "I can’t believe you almost left me alone to rot here!"
The way that extreme embarrassment tends to turn the fennec hybrid into a petty drama queen is so amusing. Especially when he still seeks you out despite how irritated he is.
"But you were doing okay," you said, though both of you know that he was the exact opposite of being okay. "It's your first time so don't be so stressed about it," you continue when his disgruntled scowl deepens at your unconvincing tone. "At the very least, you didn’t cry, 'Nari, I’m so proud of you."
He groaned in irritation when you patted his ears teasingly, brushing off your hand almost immediately. "I did not fall, thank you very much. And I don’t cry over such petty things."
"Oh? I'm confident your eyes were misty when I skated over to support you earlier."
“I did no such thing,” he scowled, though his long ears started dropping in defence. “Skating is rather hard, okay? I believe you were forgetting I have lived in the rainforest all my life. This is my first time.”
“Don't worry, I got you.” You said with a reassuring smile, nudging his waist lightly with your elbow. The action made him stumble and cling tighter to your arm in response. The absolute shock that crossed on his usually stern face makes you giggle, and it takes you a while to calm yourself so that he’ll stop glaring at you.
You pried his hand away from your sore arm, and instead, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Don’t worry, 'Nari. We’ll hold hands, so don't let go."
Tighnari's brows shot up in the hairline, not comforted in the least by your reassuring smile. “I swear to all Archons in Teyvat, [Name], I’ll make you regret this if you let me go or pull weird tricks to make me fa—”
"I won’t! What kind of lover do you take me for?” You pouted.
Before he can come up with a snarky reply, you start pulling him across the ice rink. You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep your laughter to yourself when you hear him release an undignified yelp before tightly latching both his hands onto yours.
Come to think of it, despite his ungodly snarks and overall clumsiness at skating, your favourite scholar really isn’t too bad for a first-timer. He merely fell once so far.
That first time was because you let his hand go for staring too long at that person who was executing a beautiful spin and statingstating bluntly that you skated like a "circus snake" compared to them. So rude.
Though it wasn't that unusual when Tighnari insists on taking a break.
“What are you looking at?” His lips were curled downward in displeasure while seated on the bench.
“Nothing~"
"Sometimes, I really hate you.”
“Hehe. Love you too, 'Nari.” You respond in a sickeningly sweet, but mischievous voice. You bark a laugh loudly when he makes a move to get away from you but slips on the icy surface of the ground and lands squarely on his bum instead. That's twice now, you thought with a snicker.
After attempting for several minutes to convince Tighnari that you would stop harassing him for another hour and then failing spectacularly, you are left with little alternative but to drag him there. Back on the ice rink, you make the decision that you should definitely try to make your grumpy partner smile once more.
When he asks suspiciously what you're "plotting" this time, you refuse to say anything and gingerly take his hand before skating slowly toward the center of the rink. His misgivings and distrust towards you make you want to pout, but they aren't entirely unfounded given how you almost made him lose his sanity and completely drove him insane in the past hour.
“What are you doing?” He questioned in confusion.
"Dancing with the music while on ice!" You answer with a grin. "Since you're still new to this skating thing, just thought we could use a change of pace. And so that you would stop glaring at me already."
His brows furrowed. “And you didn’t think that I could use something like this earlier instead?"
You shush him, pressing a finger to his lips. "Shush. Just enjoy the moment, 'Nari."
He grumbles something incoherent under his breath, probably more complaints but nonetheless, his grip on your waist tightens to pull you closer to him, and he allows you to pull him along in slow circles. The both of you sway in time to the mellow beat, and after a while you hear Tighnari humming along softly to the carol while the ghost of a smile plays on his lips. His shoulders begin to loosen as he eases into the dance, the creases on his forehead fading away the more he loses himself in your eyes and in the faintly playing music.
Wordlessly, you felt your heart swell with affection. Tighnari has been so busy these past few weeks, and you both barely saw each other, if not at all. It makes you feel a little lonely, but you understand that his job requires his full attention and that many people rely on him as their leader.
You understand that, yes, still…it doesn't mean that you have to like it.
Perhaps Tighnari felt guilty about leaving you behind for so long either, and he felt it was his fault that he wasn't by your side at your lowest time when you needed him the most, so when the news of a new skating rink reaches his ears in the nearby country of Fontaine, he latches on the chance to take you along, knowing how you loved such excursions but have no time nor place to enjoy doing so.
And even though it was his first time ice skating, and he wasn't even that used to the cold climate, Tighnari still took the effort to bring you here and you were grateful for his thoughtfulness for that. Whether he regrets it now or not because of your mischievous 'plotting' that almost made him senile remains to be seen.
When he appears to be less wary of the ice, you slowly skate backwards to pull away from him so you can lift his arm over and do a twirl along with him. The childish action pulls a chuckle from his lips, which causes your own to curve upwards as well.
"I supposed this isn’t half bad anymore," he remarked lightly.
"Right? I told you you would love this.”
He clarifies his sentence. "Correction: I like it when you don’t push me or make me skate like a Rishboland Tiger on incense."
Chuckling, you start skating and pulling him along with you. "It was your fault that you fell twice."
"You pushed me the first time," he argued.
"That was your fault, too."
"It wasn't, you lummox. I was doing fine until you—hey, look out!”
Before you can even process what he is saying, your left leg smacks against something hard, throwing you off balance. As you recoil and drag Tighnari down with you, all you can see is his gaping mouth and frozen expression of dread.
Your bottom takes the majority of the impact as your body crashes to the hard ice, and something sharp and unpleasant is jabbing at your side. Tighnari slammed directly on top of you, his immense weight knocking the wind out of you. He tries to get off of you as quickly as possible, but accidentally slips and falls on you again, this time, crushing your ribs.
“Ugh. I'm so sorry,” he muttered hurriedly, moving to get up so his weight is on his forearms that are resting on either side of your face. "Are you okay!?"
"I'll live." You replied with a grimace. "What was that?"
"A snowboard," he replies, looking over his shoulder where a blue overturned snowboard is lying. "Who in the world left that lying in the middle of a skating rink? That's highly dangerous! I would love to get some words with—"
"Probably a child," you stopped his tirade before it escalated to something close to a full-blown lecture. "Oww…"
Tighnari carefully crawls away from you so he has sufficient space to get back on his feet and once he’s up, he holds out a hand to you. "I'll help you up,"
You clasped his hand and allowed him to pull you up. But about halfway through, he manages to tip over—possibly because you put too much weight on him—and falls backward, dragging you with him.
You both crash land in a jumbled heap of limbs for the second time today. Perhaps the pain has finally reached your mind, but when you shift so that your weight is off of him and gaze down at his dumbfounded face, you can't help but laugh out loud. You know the people around you are giving you strange looks, but you can't help it.
You manage, struggling to recover your breath between laughs, "Today has been such a mess."
Tighnari is just staring at you like you've finally lost it, but before long the corners of his chapped, dry lips are also curling upwards and soon enough, he's laughing along with you at the ridiculous situation the two of you are in.
He sighed, blowing out a puff of breath and lightly flicking your forehead good naturedly. "You better make up for this later to me, you big lummox."
"Heh. Of course. Anything else you want as compensation?" You asked, brushing the viridescent strand of his hair from concealing his lovely face. He deserves this after all the terrorising from you today.
As he mulls over the query, his features settle into a thoughtful expression, and his lips pursed. Very cute, the way he’s almost pouting with his lips pushed out like that. Looking at him from this angle, with his dark hair splayed out around his head like a halo, lying on the shimmering ice beneath the bright rays of the sun in winter, you can’t help but feel your chest swell with affection. The loneliness you felt over the weeks apart from each other slowly, but surely unveiling itself little by little until it becomes nothing but a bittersweet memory.
He takes so much time to decide, and you feel impatient. So, with a mischievous smile, you lean in, catching him completely off guard when you press your lips to his. You pull away quickly after leaving a gentle peck, but his hand is quick to press on your back to keep you from moving away too far.
“One more time.” His tone is serious, but his face is well on its way to matching the colour of Nilou's hair as his gaze remains on your face, attentive olive eyes tracing the lines of your features and lingering on the changing colour of your heated cheeks. “As...compensation, that is.” he added, by way of explanation.
You smile brightly, ignoring the sting of your cracking lips when they spread too wide, and you lean in, more than happy to comply and compensate, while you’re at it.
This sweet moment is more than anything you could take home as a holiday keepsake.
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happy birthday, Law!
Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x GN!Reader
Warnings: none. just super fluffing fluffy~
A/N: the cliche is birthday sex i'm sure, but mannnn this doc just needs some fluffy feels in his life. happy birthday, you sexy thing!
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He should be thankful for birthdays.
Law knew better than anyone that a long life was never a guarantee. But celebrating his birthday never felt quite right after that terrible, terrible night. When he lost everything. Maybe it was survivor's guilt. In fact, it most definitely was.
But despite his own feelings on the subject, his crew always made the effort to celebrate. Maybe it was just an excuse to party, but Law never made an attempt to stop their generosity. He did have one rule, however.
No gifts.
This rule became established after receiving one too many tacky shirts that never fit, a polar bear pajama onesie, absolutely atrocious alcohol Penguin swore was sake and not swill, a tacky gold necklace that said "Love Doctor" in gold filigree….the list went on.
So, he let it be known that if anything were to be given to him, let it be in the form of food. Onigiri, preferably. That had yet to be fucked up. Key word being yet, but he remained hopeful that it never would.
"Happy Birthday, Captain!"
Bepo eagerly bounced over to Law, paws carrying a large, handmade birthday card. Stickers and awkwardly cut shapes were stuck all over the front, and he could see that most of the glue was still wet. A tiny drop fell from one colorful corner of the paper to the floor.
"We all signed it," Bepo beamed. He handed the card over to his captain, and waited with hopeful eyes for Law's reaction.
The birthday boy opened the card carefully, trying to avoid wet glue and glitter from getting on his hands more than necessary. True to the Mink's words, the inside was covered in diverse signatures. Happy birthday wishes, smiley faces, jokes about him getting old…a little bit of everything was written throughout. Law smiled, and thanked his dear friend.
Bepo enveloped him in a - literal - bear hug, and informed him that mountains of onigiri were being prepped in his honor in the galley.
"Your favorite! We made sure to make all of your favorite fillings, too," Bepo said. "We were thinking about having a picnic on the main deck since the weather is supposed to be good tonight. Shachi said that there might even be a meteor shower!"
Law nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
He noticed small bits of rice stuck to his friend's fur. With a smirk, he asked if Bepo was the 'quality assurance' tester in the kitchen. The polar bear blushed, and sheepishly said that he couldn't resist.
"[Name] is the best cook! They always lets me taste-test when they're on cooking duty," Bepo sighed dreamily.
Law was aware. Normally, the duties that were assigned on the Polar Tang rotated to ensure fairness, but it was kind of an unspoken agreement that you would cook more often than not. You were an exceptional cook, and spared no expense to make sure that everyone had delicious meals every day.
His birthday onigiri was in capable hands tonight.
—
"Don't drop them!"
"If you watch where you're going I won't!"
Penguin and Shachi bickered back and forth, trying to balance two large and heavy trays out of the kitchen. The silver trays were piled high with fresh onigiri. Little pieces of heaven stuff with tuna, salmon, roe, kombu seaweed, yaki….and much more. Ikkaku and Uni balanced even more trays of onigiri as they followed the other men out of the kitchen.
You sighed as you wiped your hands on your apron. How long had you been in this kitchen? Too long, but it was a worthwhile endeavor today. Well, it was worthwhile everyday but today was special. It was your Captain's birthday, and you couldn't resist going the extra mile to make sure he had enough of his favorite food. With that in mind, you smiled as you looked at the remnants of today's work.
"Do those need to go out to the deck?"
You turned, and saw Law standing in the doorway. He pointed to a tray that had a handful of onigiri on them, but you shook your head.
"No, those ones are for me. They have umeboshi in the middle."
The mere mention of pickled plums made his expression sour, and you laughed.
"Don't worry, the rest are filled with only your favorites," you said. You removed your apron and set it aside, and you picked up a separate tray that had some uniquely shaped onigiri on it. Some looked like Bepo, others were shaped like whales and penguins. "These are special. Happy birthday!"
Law took the tray, and smiled at how cute they looked. "Seems like a crime to eat something like this. They look great. Thank you."
You felt shy under his gaze, and offered him a bashful 'you're welcome ' in return. A moment passed before you cleared your throat and informed him that you had something to give him.
"I wasn't aware that there was a rule about not getting you any gifts," you explained. "I had already picked out a present for you before Ikkaku told me about it. Um…After dinner, I can give it to you, if you want? When the others aren't around?"
His gray eyes twinkled as an amused, crooked smirk pulled at his lips. He was intrigued, of course, and forgiving towards your trespass against the 'no gifts' rule. You had only been a part of his crew for about a year, having joined after his last birthday. There wasn't a way you could have known, he supposed.
"Alright," he said. Law asked if you needed help with anything else, and when you assured him that you didn't, he made his way up to the deck.
You gathered up your tray of heathenous umeboshi onigiri, and followed after him.
"[Name]!"
A harsh whisper of your name stopped you. Ikkaku was by your side in a flash, eyes wide and excited.
"You got the captain a present?! What is it?!"
You hushed her. "Zip it! Don't let the others hear you!"
She placed a hand over her lips, but impishly pestered you to continue. With a sigh, you shifted awkwardly under her gaze.
"Alright, alright. Yes, I got him a present. It's nothing special, really - "
"Oh, stop. He'll love it as long as it's from you!"
Before you could ask her to elaborate, Ikkaku squealed in delight and continued:
"Are you going to tell him? You know, about your feelings?"
"What?! No! Why would I do that?" You were aghast at the mere suggestion of even telling Law that you liked him. You know, like-liked him. Wink wink.
How on earth could you possibly navigate a conversation like that with him? He was so stoic and reserved, apathetically amused by the world around him despite how fucked up it was. Surely, he wouldn't have any interest in hearing how much you enjoyed his company, or how much you liked how intelligent he was. Or how, despite his great efforts to seem aloof, he really did care about people. Then, of course, there were the more…physical traits that you could appreciate. That went without saying.
You shook your head. No! No way! You didn't dare admit your feelings. Not today. It was Law's birthday, and you were perfectly content celebrating the absolute treasure that he was - sans confession.
Ikkaku pouted. "Aw, that's no fun…"
You poked your tongue out at her and scurried up the stairs. "Too bad, so sad!"
—-
The evening was a delight. The crew drank, laughed and devoured your carefully crafted onigiri. You believed Law's birthday to be a success, and you hoped that felt that way as well.
He was off to the side and away from the ruckus of his crew. His gray eyes watched the ocean waves, seemingly lost in thought. The sun had set a while ago, and the moon's glow made everything twinkle like silver. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, and it delighted you to see how handsome he was like this. Your fingers held the box in your hands carefully, and you wondered if you should even bother giving it to him.
"Don't you dare back out," Ikkaku whispered.
You jumped out of your skin, placing a hand over your heart. "Oh, my God, Ikkaku! You scared me!"
"Sorry," she giggled. "I could see the look on your face. You were second guessing yourself, weren't you?"
You nodded, bashfully looking at the box in your hands. Ikkaku smiled, and hugged you affectionately.
"Don't worry," she said. "He'll love it. I promise you that whatever it is, it can't be any worse than the pimp chain Shachi got him a few years ago. Can you imagine the Captain wearing a necklace that said "Love Doctor" on it? Ugh."
You laughed. The imagery of such a thing was pretty ridiculous.
Ikkaku gave you one last squeeze before she directed her attention to the rest of the crew. In a stern and commanding voice, she announced that the next step for the night was to get the kitchen cleaned. Groans of disapproval filled the air, but she wasn't having any of it.
"The sooner it gets done, the better!" She said, "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
She winked at you, and herded the men off of the main deck. You could hear Penguin complain about cleaning up your mess, followed by a loud smack and a pitiful cry of pain.
"[Name] spent all day in that kitchen making dinner for the Captain and for you. Don't you dare complain!"
You laughed to yourself, a certain warmth filling your chest at how much you truly loved your fellow crewmates. But now, it was just you and Law.
He seemed to be expecting you, as he turned to face you. He leaned against the deck railing, watching as you fiddled with the box in your hands. You approached him carefully, tentatively. It was cute, in a way.
"So…" you began, "Happy Birthday, Captain. Here's your present."
You held your breath as he took the box from you. The tips of his fingers brushed against yours, and you could feel your soul just about leave your body at the sensation.
Law eyed the box curiously, tilting it back and forth in his hands. Maybe he was teasing you by leaving you in suspense, but your heart could hardly take it.
In a rush of words that almost sounded distinguishable, you babbled on about how you didn't have any idea what to get him. You thought about clothes, another hat, jewelry, something physician related…You rambled about how nothing quite seemed to suite him, so eventually you settled on this because -
"I thought that it would make you smile!" You exclaimed. "But then Ikkaku told me that most of the gifts you've gotten were kind of tacky and like a bad joke…I had already bought it by then, and I couldn't figure out anything else - "
"[Name.]"
You let out a nervous squeak as he stopped you, and for a moment you hated how amused he looked at your expense. He held your gaze as his fingers tore the wrapping paper inch by inch until the top of the box was exposed. You pressed your fingers to your lips, anxiety fraying your nerves terribly.
Law removed the lid, and lifted out a mug from the crisp and clean tissue paper buried within. It was a simple white mug, but when he turned it over in his hand, Law's eyes widened.
This is it, you thought. You squeezed your eyes shut, face buried in your palms as you waited for the dreaded moment where Law would scold you for giving him a terrible gift.
" 'World's Okayest Doctor'," he read aloud.
You groaned and shook your head. "I'm sorry, it's probably the worst gift ever. I just thought it would make you smile! Of course you're a terrific doctor - "
He said your name again, making you stop short. You peaked at him through your fingers, and were amazed to see the smirk on his lips.
"Nothing could be worse than the "Love Doctor" necklace Shachi gave me," Law said. "Thank you for this."
You nodded slowly, carefully moving your hands away from your blushing face. "Y-You're welcome, Captain."
—
You were always awake before the others, save for Jean Bart and Law respectively. Or whoever was on night watch. But it was rare that anyone was in the kitchen before you on any given day. So, the fact that the light was on made you curious.
You padded into the galley, rubbing sleep from your eyes. What would you make for breakfast today…?
With a deep breath, you savored the smell of coffee. Already it perked you up, and you knew that only one person on the Polar Tang would make coffee this early.
"Good morning, Captain," you said.
Law was leaning against the kitchen island, the morning's paper in his hands. Across from him was a freshly brewed pot of coffee. "Good morning," he replied. He turned the page of his paper, eyes focused on whatever bullshit filled the space.
You hummed, admiring his bed-head and wrinkled pajamas. He always seemed so put together, so in the rare times you got to see Law in this state, you pressed it upon your conscience as much as you could. You wanted to remember it vividly and fondly.
Reaching for a clean mug in one of the cupboards, you went about pouring yourself a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep well?" You asked.
"No better than usual," he said. Perhaps one night he would be blessed with a full, restful sleep. But he wasn't holding his breath on that.
"I see. Well - "
You stopped short as you turned to face him. Maybe it was silly to be rendered speechless over something so simple as Law drinking coffee, but it was a bit more than just that.
His gray eyes were on you, watching you carefully over the rim of his mug. But not just any mug. It was the mug. The mug that you gave him.
You couldn't stop the grin that lit up your face. Your cheeks felt warm, and your heart was giddy.
"Is that a new mug?" You asked, pretending as if you hadn't given it to him the night before.
Law nodded slowly, appreciatively. "It is," he concurred. "I got it as a birthday present, actually."
You giggled, holding your own mug close to your chest. "Oh, really? That's awesome! Are you really the "world's okayest doctor"?"
Law smirked at you. "I like to think so."
"Then I guess I'm in good hands, then. I-I mean, we are in good hands! As in the crew. All of us. Are in good hands - your hands. Yeah."
You stumbled over your words, blush deepening. You sipped at your coffee, wincing at how hot it was. That's fine - let it burn away your embarrassment.
"I think it's my new favorite mug, actually," Law mused casually. The mischievous spark in his eyes was not lost on you, and you swore that his teasing would be the death of you.
—-
Off in the doorway, unbeknownst to either of you, a bet was being made amongst certain members of the crew.
"I bet a hundred berry that [Name] confesses their feelings by his next birthday," Shachi whispered.
Ikkaku shook her head. "No way! I bet two hundred berry that they confess before Christmas!"
Penguin scoffed. "You're both going to lose. Clearly, it will be the captain that makes them confess, and I bet three hundred berry that he'll get them to do it by the time we stop on the next island."
Shachi and Ikkaku gasped at his audacity. "Bet!"
A sleepy Bepo was left out, confused and hungry. "What do you think [Name] will make for breakfast today?" he asked. "I hope it's more onigiri."
Happy Birthday, Law! 💕
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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 !! | Tsutomu Goshiki
ᵈʳᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ʸᵃⁿᵏᵃˢᵐⁱˡᵉˢ
𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃
Tsutomu Goshiki x Reader
Warnings : aucun
Mots : 1 362
Masterlist
❝hontō ? ❞
❝━ T'ES D'ACCORD ?
━ Évidemment ! T'exclamas-tu.
━ Parfait ! On se retrouve plus tard, alors !
━ Oui. À tout à l'heure ! Dis-tu avant de raccrocher le sourire aux lèvres.❞
Goshiki venait tout juste de t'appeler pour te proposer un rendez-vous devant un petit café au centre-ville et tu n'avais qu'une hâte, le retrouver le plus rapidement possible. Cependant, tu devais encore attendre une heure avant de partir le rejoindre alors tu fis ce que tu savais le mieux faire : parler avec ta meilleure amie.
📩 Moi
Tu devineras jamais !
📩 Yachi
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ?
Tu me fais peur.
📩 Moi
Goshiki m'a donné rendez-vous !
📩 Yachi
Quoi ?
Mais c'est trop bien !
📩 Moi
Oui !
J'ai tellement hâte !
📩 Yachi
Je veux tout savoir.
C'est où ?
A quelle heure ?
📩 Moi
Doucement, Yaki.
Tu as l'air plus investie que moi !
📩 Yachi
Je suis obligée d'être excitée !
Ma meilleure amie qui sort enfin avec Goshiki.
Ça se fête !
📩 Moi
T'as raison !
C'est au café pas loin du lycée dans une heure.
📩 Yachi
Une heure ?
Oh mon dieu, c'est dans tellement longtemps !
Je t'imagine tellement en train de sauter sur place en attendant...
📩 Moi
Quoi ?
Comment tu peux savoir ce que je fais ?
T'as mis une caméra chez moi ?!
📩 Yachi
Ahahahah !
Je te connais trop bien, c'est tout !
📩 Moi
C'est un peu effrayant à ce point-là...
📩 Yachi
Mince.
Faut que j'y aille, désolé :(
Tu connais Hinata et sa journée d'entraînement
📩 Moi
T'inquiètes pas !
Amuse-toi bien !
📩 Yachi
C'est plutôt à moi de te dire ça !
📩 Moi
;)
📩 Yachi
Profite bien !
Et je voudrais tout savoir quand ce sera fini !
📩 Moi
Compte sur moi !
Bisous !
📩 Yachi
Bisous !
<3
📩 Moi
<3 <3
Après cette petite conversation, tu décidas de commencer à te préparer. Même si c'était un petit peu trop tôt, tu t'en fichais. Au moins, tu ne seras pas en retard et tu pourras être sûre de ne rien avoir oublié en te préparant. Mais bizarrement, dans ce genre de moment, le temps passait au ralenti. C'était comme en cours, tu regardais ta montre toutes les minutes dans l'espoir que l'heure indiquée soit celle de partir.
Après de longues minutes à attendre, affalée sur ton lit que ton alarme que tu avais programmée exprès pour ce rendez-vous sonne, la fameuse sonnerie retentit dans toute la pièce.
Sans plus tarder, tu attrapas ta veste et descendis les escaliers en courant. Sur le chemin vers le café, tu ne pouvais t'empêcher de fredonner ta chanson préférée, le sourire aux lèvres.
Ton humeur était lumineuse et tes pensées étaient toutes tournées vers Goshiki et la future après-midi que vous alliez passer ensemble. Ça allait être parfait ! Du moins c'est ce que tu pensais.
Une fois arrivée sur le lieu de rendez-vous, tu jetas un petit coup d'œil à l'intérieur mais tu ne vis pas Goshiki signifiant qu'il n'était pas encore arrivé. Après tout, tu étais arrivée en avance alors il arrivera d'ici quelques minutes.
Il était 15h36 et cela faisait plus de dix minutes que tu attendais Goshiki mais tu gardais espoir. Ça arrivait à tout le monde d'être en retard de temps en temps. Ça devait sûrement être son cas pour qu'il ne soit pas encore arrivé. Il ne pouvait pas te poser un lapin alors que c'était lui qui t'avait proposé le rendez-vous.
Après plus d'une heure à l'attendre devant ce café, toute seule et voyant toutes ces personnes, main dans la main, passer devant toi, tu avais rapidement commencé à déprimer et à totalement abandonner l'idée qu'il arrive en courant en s'excusant pour son énorme retard.
Alors tu te levas et commenças à faire le chemin inverse en direction de ta maison. Les mains dans les poches de ta veste et la tête baissée, tu marchais lentement et beaucoup moins enjouée que lors de l'allée. Tu n'avais qu'une envie, rentrer chez toi et te blottir sous la couette et te morfondre des heures en pensant à ce que tu venais de vivre.
Quel genre de personne était-il pour te donner rendez-vous et ne jamais venir ? C'était typiquement ce que faisaient les connards populaires dans les films américains mais Goshiki n'en était pas un. Enfin, c'était ce que tu pensais jusqu'à aujourd'hui.
Sur ta route silencieuse, un rire que tu aurais pu reconnaître entre mille, te parvint aux oreilles. Celui de Goshiki. Tu levas la tête et regardas aux alentours pour le trouver et tu le vis.
Il était dos à toi et accroupi dans l'herbe de l'autre côté de la rue. En voyant ça, une immense colère apparue en toi et tu te décidas à aller lui dire ses quatre vérités en face. Pour qui se prenait-il ?
D'un pas décidé, tu t'avanças vers lui et une fois arrivée dans son dos, tu te stoppas net. Un petit chat noir avait ses yeux fermés et ronronnait bruyamment tandis que Goshiki lui caressait doucement derrière les oreilles. Le chaton semblait vraiment apprécié ça et Goshiki aussi d'ailleurs.
Toute ta colère disparut et laissa place à de l'admiration devant la petite bouille de ce chat. Alors toi aussi tu t'accroupis à côté de Goshiki et tandis ta main pour caresser le dos du chaton.
❝━ (T/P) ? S'exclama-t-il en tournant sa tête vers toi.
━ Salut. Murmuras-tu.
━ Qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?
━ Je rentrais chez moi...❞
Un petit silence s'installa durant lequel Goshiki semblait dans une totale incompréhension.
❝━ Mais pourquoi ? On a bientôt rendez-vous, non ?
━ C'était il y a plus d'une heure. Et tu n'es pas venu...
━ Quoi ? Cria presque Goshiki.❞
En entendant ce cri le chat se redressa soudainement et s'enfuit à quelques mètres de vous.
❝━ Tu l'as fait fuir. Soufflas-tu.
━ Sérieusement, (T/P) ! Il est quelle heure ?
━ 16h39, exactement.
━ C'est pas possible !
━ Puisque je te dis que si ! Commenças-tu à t'énerver.
━ Ça veut dire que je caresse ce chat depuis plus de deux heures ? Se dit-il à lui-même.
━ Attends quoi ? T'exclamas-tu, n'en croyant pas tes oreilles.❞
Goshiki se releva brusquement et s'inclina à quatre-vingt-dix degrés devant toi.
❝━ Excuse mon énorme retard ! Cria-t-il.
━ Relève toi. C'est gênant...
━ Je t'en prie, accepte mes excuses. Je ne mérite pas de vivre ! Ajouta-t-il, faisant que les gens dans la rue se tournaient vers vous.
━ Oui, c'est bon. J'accepte tes excuses Goshiki mais s'il te plaît, arrête de crier.
━ Comment j'ai pu être aussi bête !❞
Il s'accroupit une seconde fois pour être à ta hauteur et prit tes mains dans les siennes.
❝━ Je te promets que j'avais vraiment envie de passer du temps avec toi. Je suis même partie en avance mais quand j'ai vu ce chat j'ai pas pu m'empêcher d'aller le caresser et j'ai pas vu le temps passé. Excuse-moi.❞
Après qu'il se soit expliqué, tu ne pouvais que lui pardonner. Comment tu aurais pu lui en vouloir ? Oui, il était vraiment tête en l'air mais c'était ce qui le rendait aussi mignon. Et puis un chat, c'était la meilleure excuse qu'il pouvait avoir pour justifier son énorme retard.
❝━ Je te pardonne mais ne me fais plus jamais attendre aussi longtemps. Lui souris-tu en serrant un peu plus ses mains.❞
Il te sourit en retour et finalement décida de passer le reste de ma soirée avec toi. C'était quand même le minimum après que tu aies attendu plus d'une heure devant ce café.
📩 Yachi
Alors ce rendez-vous ?
📩 Moi
Compliqué mais c'était ✨magique✨
📩 Yachi
T'es sortie avec Goshiki ou Harry Potter ?
📩 Moi
Très drôle.
📩 Yachi
Nan mais avoue, elle était trop bien ma blague.
Vu.
(T/P) !
Réponds !
Vu.
Je te déteste.
📩 Moi
<3
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as your future lvr. (1)
- D-7 -
“Wanna go for a smoke outside?’”says J.
“Yeah, wait up just for a minute,” says YN.
YN and J pay at the till and open the door into the cold summer air. It’s pitch black, and YN and J are smoking, leaning against the restaurant building. The distant sound of people eating and energetic conversations in the background, and the yellow warm lights from the restaurant illuminating the dark. YN and J smoke in this comfortable silence, until…
A crash and a crowd of loud voices. Two tall, slender people walk out from the door- the lesser tall one being clumsily dragged out by the taller one. YN’s eyes go to the lesser tall one, who’s clearly drunk as she starts to sing loudly and obnoxiously. And then YN’s eyes go to the taller one.
Black hair, strong eyes, and legs that seem to stretch endlessly.
Big hands that hold her friend in place.
Sharp nose and long neck.
“Hey…” says J, “Isn’t that…”
“HEY!!! KIM YEONKOUNG!!!!” a voice comes from inside the restaurant. The figure opens the door, also carrying out a drunk person. “Why did you only take Heejin with you? There are so many other drunkards inside that you need to carry out.”
“Hey Kim Suji! Don’t tell me what to do! Do you know how…..” Yeonkoung groans while holding Heejin back, who suddenly tries to run away. “…how strong Heejin is? This is why I never drink with volleyball players…”
“Ah whatever,” Suji sighs, while passing the drunk figure leaning on her shoulder to YK. “Just take her and Heejin home…I’ll call the rest of the guys’ friends to pick them up. ”
The drunk figures that YK are holding both giggle and laugh.
“These bastards….” YK mutters, “…retirement party my ass…It’s us that have to do all the hard work until the very en-”
YK and YN make eye contact.
YK’s gaze changes from a casual one, to a deep, analytical one as YN and YK stand there staring at each other for a long time. YN gulps, as she fights the urge to look away from the intensity of YK’s gaze.
J senses the tension and interrupts, “Oh, hello!”
J chuckles in awkwardness, “Are you by any chance…Kim Yeonkoung…?”
YK tears her gaze away from YN, and looks to J.
YK forces a smile as she bows her head, ‘Oh, yes. That’s me.’
‘Wow!’ J gasps, ‘I’m a huge fan! Congratulations on everything. Very inspiring stuff.’
‘…Thank you.’ YK looks back to YN.
J nudges YN.
‘Hey! Isn’t that amazing! Kim Yeonkoung!’
‘…yeah’
YK squints her eyes, as if in disappointment. Still looking at YN, she says to J, ‘Your friend isn’t a big fan. She didn’t watch the Olympics?’
J hits YN on the shoulder and mutters quietly, ‘What are you doing?’.
YN takes a final drag out of her cigarette, and puts it out with her trainers.
She finally looks up at YK, and says, ‘I am a fan. Congratulations.’
YK scoffs at the ground at YN’s response.
‘Why? You don’t believe me?’, YN says.
YK continues laughing, and looks up from the ground and at YN, this time with a bashful smile.
‘…I believe you.’
YK laughs, and YN laughs with her. Together they share this playful moment. YN feels embarrassingly shy. In truth, the reason why she was staring at YK so intensely, was because…YK was so YN’s type.
Tall, pretty, charismatic.Even the way YK talked with annoyance at her friend, made her stomach do flips. Seeing YK’s hands and grip on drunk Heejin, evoked a sudden urge in YN to start drinking crazy in hopes that she could bury her head in YK’s neck too.
‘…Unnie’, Heejin says quietly.
YK looks at Heejin with annoyance.
‘What?’
Heejin doesn’t respond, which panics YK.
‘Why? What? What?’
‘…I think I’m going to throw up…’
YK panics.
‘What? No, no, no, you can’t do that…I just bought this outfit….’
YN steps closer to YK and Heejin.
‘Should I help?’, YN asks.
‘Uh…no…that’s fine.’ YK says.
YN and YK exchange eye contact again. YN’s heart flutters even more than before, from this close distance. YN can see YK up close, and she notices little things.
Her eye piercing. Not one, but five necklaces on her neck. Her mole on her right eyebrow.
‘Instead….’
YK tilts her head, without breaking her fixed stare at YN.
‘Could you give me your number?’
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loll so this is gonna be a series i guess? rip this was so shitty but u get the idea hopefully. but yeah please tell me what u think and what u wanna see and all,,,,,,,,hope u enjoyed it yaki enjoyers :)
#kim yeon koung#kim yeon koung x reader#kim yeon koung x yn#yaki#yeon koung kim#lesbian?? idk#reader insert#wlw#fluff
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I'll check them out ((:
YES ANGST TO COMFORT IS MY FAVE AHHH okay here we go..
Kazu. And his lover (Fem! Reader) getting into a huge argument on board The Crux. We all know that usually he's very calm, collected, nice etc. But this time, you can choose the reason, he snaps and bursts out at reader, WHO, already feels like they're not good enough for him. I hc that when he gets genuinely angry, he spits out the worst, most ruthless words. Reader has no vision (she went on board for Kazuha and to help out with.. everything except for fight related things ig), isn't the best at words, and compares herself to Lumine, who, to her, has everything and she feels like Kazu is dating her out of pity. She loves the blonde, she really does, but her insecurities eat her up so bad. ("She has saved three nations, and what am I doing?" Things like that.) So, during the argument, he uses those against her. He uses her biggest insecurities against her. Anyway, she runs away, yada yada. /Additional part.. Beidou hears everything, she knows all about the reader since they grew up together, and so she gives the man a huge lecture. But scrape this part if you wanna since you don't want to write it since you don't write for her, but it's part of my brainrot hsjsh./ More angst you say? Sure!!! Abit of reader's backstory: her whole life, she's been looked down on, she's also very brainwashed.. to think that she's never good enough, not good at anything, she's useless, worthless and all that, so for her to join Kazuha on his journey/travels is a huge sacrifice for her (for him?? What is English-) since she's an introvert but she tries her best to come out of her shell; baby steps. ANYWAYYY, you can decide the ending but happy ending please, I can't take pure angst. 😭 Anyway yeah, I've had this brainrot for days and if you don't wanna write it, it's fine.
This is so long omg sorry, I tend to ramble and my attention to details is painfully strong. But yeah it has mentions of Lumine and it also features Beidou, so technically I'm breaking the rules here??? I shall stop here 😶 And why did I just dump myself onto reader lmaooo.
Take care and stay safe!!!
(Oh and also wanna be moots/friends? I'm v shy to ask but you're so nice and jskshs okay bye)
Essence of the Stars
pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!Reader
genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst (the comfort part will come in part 2)
words: 2.5k
summary: It only took a few words for his voice to join the chorus in your head.
tw: arguing, insecurities, implied emotional abuse
a/n: This is for you @mako-yaki! I hope you like it! Also, to clarify, when I say I only write for the characters on my rules list, it means I only take requests for those characters. I should clear that up and update my rules. So no worries El, you're not breaking any rules here.
As the assistant to Yinxing, the Crux's surgeon, your main duty whenever the fleet returns to Liyue is to restock the supply of herbs for the concoction of medicine and potions. As such, you're no stranger to the Bubu Pharmacy and its mysterious owner, as well as his enigmatic apprentice who seems to have trouble remembering things.
As an avid botanical ethusiasts and endlessly curious about discovering the new healing properties of plants, you have the added joy of talking to said owner and learning new things from him.
On this particular errand, while collecting the bags of requested herbs from Baizhu, he told you about the appearance of a rare plant that was thought to have gone extinct years ago.
"Duskbloom," Baizhu says and your eyes lit up at the recognition of the name, having briefly seen it in one of your herbal encyclopaedias. "A flower that only blossoms in the light of the setting sun."
"And can only thrive in deep caverns with little exposure to sunlight." You finish.
"Very good, you still remember your studies." He nods in satisfaction. "The flower was thought to have gone extinct during the time of the Archon War, but recently one of my apprentices had discovered it growing in one of the caverns in Lisha."
Your eyes flitted over to the reception table, where the little girl would normally be. Changsheng, noticing this, speaks up. "You best not wait up for that girl, she's out collecting herbs somewhere. Who knows when she'll return with that head of hers."
"Unfortunately, any Duskblooms that Qiqi managed to harvest are being used for research. However, if you're willing to make the trip, exit Liyue Harbor on the south side and go past the stone Yaksha statues. Keep on the road until you see the river. Where it splits you should see a branch of it flowing down into the mouth of a cavern."
That doesn't sound too far off. Maybe you can convince Captain Beidou to let you and Kazuha have a day off, if even that long.
"Thank you, Baizhu-sensei," you say as you receive the bag of herbs from him, your heart filling with excitement. "I'll check it out."
Convincing Kazuha is the easy part. Your lover quickly agrees to your request of accompanying you, a gentle and adoring smile on his face as he listens to you talk about the flower and some of its medicinal properties with a sparkle in your eyes.
"Duskblooms! I thought I would only be able to see them in books. I never thought I would be able to study them in real life." Your face is bright and eager. "Just think about what sickness they can cure." You stop when you finally notice how he's staring at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "O-oh, am I boring you with this?"
"Not at all, love." He takes your hand in his, his maroon eyes still gazing at you with affection. "I love hearing you talk with such passion and vigor. And even if it is an ordinary topic, I can never be tired of your voice."
Your heart palpitated at his words as a flush creeps up your cheeks. Even after being in a relationship with him for some time, his words have yet to cease their effects on you, and frankly you doubt there will come a time they will not make your stomach flutter.
Although you have travelled with Kazuha a number of times throughout Liyue, they were mostly at places where both of you made absolutely certain there would be no enemies or danger lurking about. After all, as someone who was not blessed with a Vision, you couldn't wield the elements, and you weren't someone who took up fighting either – instead preferring to use your hands to bandage wounds and pound herbs into paste.
For a trip to a mysterious cavern like this, you both agreed it's best to call on someone with experience from the Adventurer's Guild to go with you.
After a few hours of posting the commission, someone accepted. You sigh in relief when you see that it's the Traveler, knowing that she's more than capable of handling a simple mission such as this. You haven't seen her since the situation at Inazuma ended, electing to stay behind on Watatsumi to help tend to the wounded and rejoining the Crux when the heat of the conflict passed.
You two meet up with her and Paimon at the Guild's reception desk, exchanging greetings before setting out. You catch up with Lumine along the way, and although she answers your questions with a smile, you can't help but notice how she looks as if though she's being weighed down – no doubt still affected by the events in the Land of Thunder.
It doesn't take long for your group to arrive at the location, with the way Lumine expertly guides you around one would think she has been in Liyue even longer than you have.
The sound of the rushing water fills your ear as Kazuha takes your hand and carefully leads you into the cave, your feet hitting the damp ground.
Scanning the place to the best of your abilities with limited lighting, you zero in on some flowers among the grass that's swaying with the breeze. You trot over and squat down, a smile lighting up your face when you see the dark blue and violet purple petals bleeding into a blush pink, the flower currenlty closed due to it only being midday. However, you know that when it blooms, it will reveal rows and rows of petals surrounding a yellow centre, just as described in your books.
"Is that it?" Lumine asks. "It looks really pretty."
"Indeed. Its colors remind me of the sky when the sun is barely below the horizon, but the stars are already in view. Duskbloom," he muses. "What a fitting name."
"Can you eat it?"
You chuckle at the floating fairy's question. "It's been said to also be used in cooking, yes. But I haven't been able to find any recipes with it as an ingredient."
You look around the cave, silently counting the amount of flowers in your head. There isn't a lot of them, below 10 from what you can see, so you decide to take 2 for now. But just as your fingers close in on the stem, an unexpected enemy burst forth from the ground.
You yelp in surprise and fall onto your butt as what you thought were Duskblooms turn out to be Whopperflowers.
"Dove, are you all right?" Kazuha says in a worried tone as he helps you up.
"I'm fine." Your legs shake as you stand.
"Paimon, you and (Y/N) find a place to hide." Lumine summons her sword and squares off against one of the Whopperflowers.
Kazuha kisses your cheek, muttering words of assurance to you before joining the Traveler. You and Paimon nod at each other and quickly find a wall to hide behind while Kazuha and Lumine deal with the Pyro and Cryo Whopperflowers.
The Cryo one is easier to deal with, the fire from its Pyro companion more than enough to neutralize its ice. The Pyro Whopperflower, however, constantly evades the attacks by retreating into the ground and appearing back again in another location.
Your eyes widen when you see the grass catching fire from the Whopperflower's fireballs, the blaze quickly spreading and threatens to engulf the other Duskblooms. Your heart pounds in panic at the thought of the precious flower succumbing to extinction once again, and even before you can harvest them no less.
To this day, you still don't know where you get the courage to propel your legs forward, ignoring Paimon's cry of your name as your mind focuses on nothing but the flowers. You rush forward, dodging the fire and plucks two Duskblooms just as the flames begin to lick at their stems.
You roll on the ground, panting and grasping the flowers to your chest, panicked yells of your name ringing in your ears. You sit up to see the Whopperflower right in front of you.
You scream, but there is barely any time for you to get up and run as it is already charging up to throw a fireball at you. You shut your eyes, teeth clenching as you await for the burning singe.
A burst of wind explode before you, and you open your eyes to see Lumine shielding you with her sword, the Whopperflower blasted away by her Anemo power. For good measure, she unleashes a ray of lightning to incapitate it and Kazuha finish it off with a slash of his sword.
Adrenaline still course through your veins as you watch it turn into dust, and only when you feel Lumine shaking you did you register that she has been calling you. "W-what?"
"Are you all right? Were you hurt anywhere?"
"N-no." You do a quick once over of your body, finding only dirt and grass clinging to your clothes and skin. You can't say the same to Lumine, however. "Oh! Let me patch you up."
You got out the supplies from your bag, applying a salve to her minor burns and cleaning up some of the cuts before bandaging them. You are about to do the same thing to Kazuha when he suddenly steps back from you, an unreadable expression on his face.
You flinch, not expecting for him to react like that, nor are you ready for the storm of emotions clouding his maple-red eyes. He turns away, obscuring his face from you, and simply says in an even tone.
"We should head back."
The journey back is uncharacteristically quiet, enough to make you squirm as you all follow the road back to Liyue Harbor. You keep trying to glance at Kazuha, but he doesn't say a single word to anyone, still retaining that emotionless look on his face that somehow unsettles you more than anything.
You part ways with Lumine and Paimon, and the trip back to the Alcor is not an improvement. You walk behind him, reluctant to speak up when you don't even know what's on his mind. There's something heavy hanging in the air, something you never thought would happen when you're with Kazuha, and the unknown nature of it makes your throat clench unconsciously.
You make it onto the deck and follow him down to the crew's quarters, where thankfully there is only the two of you. You set your bag down and hesitantly approaches him, but he still refuses to meet your eyes.
"Kazu-"
"What were you thinking?" You stop in your tracks at his tone of voice – still steady, but some underlying emotion hidden behind them makes your heart throb in nervousness.
He turns to face you, and you almost gasp at the way his eyes narrow and darken, stormy with anger and ire. Your legs shake, never having seen those things being directed to you by him before.
"I-"
"You were specifically told to hide." He cut through your words and make you snap your mouth shut. "Why would you run out like that? How can you be so reckless?"
You keep your mouth close and he continues. "Do you even know what danger you were in? You are Visionless." You recoil, something about the way he let out that word conjure up unpleasant memories for you. "You don't even know how to fight and you decided to barge into the middle of battle for what?"
"You don't have a Vision. You don't know how to fight. What good are you?"
He grits his teeth and let out a huff of exasperation. "What's worse, not only your safety but you put the Traveler's safety in danger. What if she wasn't there? What if she got injured due to your actions? Did you even think about that?"
"Look at what you've done!"
"Thank Archons for Lumine's capabilities. At least she has a good head on her shoulders," Kazuha mutters, and you feel as if though someone has gotten a hold of your heart and is squeezing it in their palm.
"At least one of your children is blessed."
"How can I trust that you're not going to make the same mistake twice? I can't look after you all the time, (Y/N). Especially not if we're out in the world and encounter some unexpected danger."
"I think it's best if you don't accompany us from now on, (Y/N). It will certainly relieve all of us of stress."
"W-what are you saying?" You manage to croak out, but your voice sounds disembodied. As if though you aren't completely there.
He doesn't answer your question, only staring at you with those eyes. Your heart pounds like drums in your chest as your breathing quickens, and you feel your stomach twisting into knots. You long to say more, to open your mouth and say sorry to him and please, I'll be good, I'll be better next time, just please-
"I need some air."
How much time has passed? A minute? A few seconds? It all feels like eternity to you. Kazuha brush past you, not even looking at you on the way up, the cold breeze he leaves behind making you shiver.
Your legs feel like jelly under you, and you would've fallen into a heap if not for your muscles locking up and putting you in place like a statue. It isn't even a hot day, but you feel like you're burning up from the inside.
"No good. Can't do anything right. Ruined everything. Only weighing all of us down."
"Visionless."
You shake your head vigorously and cover your ears, trying your best to deny that those words came out of your beloved's mouth. But it only makes things worse.
His voice begins to blend in with your parents' and sibling's until it morphs into a twisted choir that endlessly spats out insults at you. You want to scream, want to counter their words and say that you're better than that. But over the years you have come to accept their words, letting them drip into your ears like honey, only revealing their true nature when they poisoned your veins.
You don't know when you curl up into a ball, don't know at what moment the tears begin to escape your eyes, but you flinch all the same when you feel hands on your shoulders. You look with misty eyes to see the outline of your captain, but it did nothing to soften the voices in your head.
"Captain..." You rasp out. "I...can't breathe..."
Your heart feels like it's beating right out of your ribcage as your throat constricts, not even giving you the opportunity to let out the racked sobs that threaten to swallow you whole.
You feel her pulling you closer into an embrace, trying her best to tell you to breathe with her. You'll be fine, (Y/N), just breathe. Breathe with me. 1...2...3...That's it. Breathe. I'm here for you.
The voices don't stop.
#kazuha x reader#kaedehara kazuha#kazuha oneshot#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#sagi's recommendation#momiji's collection
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House of Memories Masterlist
MASTERLIST
Sano Manjiro "Mikey" x f!Reader
Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff
Status: Completed
Synopsis: In which you look back at all the memories you’ve had with Mikey.
Chapter 1
Running away from a tiny Mikey ft. Shinichiro and friends
Chapter 2
Meeting your favourite Sano ft. Baji's star printed pants
Chapter 3
Dora and Yaki ft. Annoying Draken
Chapter 4
A gang is a bad idea ft. Clingy Mikey
Chapter 5
Flowers for papa ft. Shinichiro's 13th rejection
Chapter 6
Happy Birthday Mikey ft. Shinichiro's lies
Chapter 7
Kiddie Meal Flag ft. A spying Takemicchi
Chapter 8
Baji Keisuke ft. Mama Baji's rejection
Chapter 9
Brother ft. A family reunion
Chapter 10
Together with Mikey ft. A time capsule
Chapter 11
Bonten ft. Darling little lamb
Chapter 12
Hanagaki Takemichi ft. Regrets
Chapter 13
Will you marry me? ft. Your broken promise
Bonus
Headcannons ft. Extra extra
Competition
Pre-school life ft. Michael and Edward
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#tokyorev x reader#tokyo revengers scenarios#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyo revengers x reader#sano manjiro#manjiro sano#mikey#tokyo revengers mikey#tokyorev#Mikey x reader#sano manjiro x reader#tokrev x reader#HoM
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Viriclity
(N) naive, innocent.
Shinichiro x daughter reader
Chapter 2
2003
It's been a year since Shinichiro had learned about his daughter and taken her in, it took a while to adjust to his new life but he had no complaints. The little girl had seemed to brighten up everyone's lives in the house. Emma seemed to love being an aunt and no longer the youngest in the house, Mikey loved to hang with the little girl too. Grandpa also seemed to love the new energy in the house often spoiling the girl, even when Shinichiro had whined about how they all spoiled her too much.
Even his friends had seemed to love their new roles as uncles, helping Shinichiro out when he was too busy at the shop. They'd take the girl of his hands for a few hours before returning her home to a pouting Mikey, who claimed that they were stealing her away from him.
Shinichiro had set up an area in his shop where she would stay out of harm's way, but it seemed that she had gotten him more customers as well. Kids would come in and praise him for being such a cool dad and how they wished theirs were cool too. Delinquents would come in and coo at the girl talking to Shinichiro about what they needed.
Mikey adored being an uncle, he had someone he could teach to be cool and not that she would ever need to be protected but he was more than willing to teach her to fight once she got older. He had dragged his group of friends over, often bragging to them how he was such a cool uncle. Draken would then proceed to hand the baby to Takashi before lecturing the blond for how he was holding the baby.
Emma loved having another girl in the house, begging Shinichiro to let her dress the baby. It's not that Shinichiro couldn't dress his daughter probably, he just dressed her in the most ridiculous way. Nothing matched and it looked like the baby picked out her own outfits. Emma was mainly in charge of doing (Y/n)'s hair while Mikey kept the girl distracted.
"Wa!"
Much to Shinichiro's liking, his daughter seemed to have taken a liking to Wakasa. Always rushing towards him whenever he saw her. He missed the days where she just wanted to be held because ever since she learned to walk, she would run to people leaving him behind.
Wakasa chuckled as he knelt down to make sure the girl wouldn't fall before made it to him, she clung onto him as he stood up. Maybe she was just used to taking her afternoon naps with him.
Or it was the fact that he spoiled the girl with sweets and pastries. Before dumping her back on Shinichiro who then had to deal with her needing to come down from her sugar high.
Baby's were ugly and Mikey never understood why everyone loved them but (Y/n) was definitely his favourite in the world, maybe it was the fact that she kept calling out to him and looked at him with those doe eyes. He loved stealing her away just so he had someone who would nap with him or when she shared food with him.
With the help of Takashi he quickly learned how to hold her properly. Since the silver head boy kept lecturing him on how to hold for the girl and take care of her. Mana and (Y/n) hang out a lot, whenever Takashi would bring his sisters along.
Mikey would rather die than admit that he got jealous when (Y/n) paid attention to his friends more than him, he would grab her and just ran away from the boys who had to end up running after him worried that the girl would get hurt.
"I'm (Y/n) chili's favourite?"
"Mi!!"
He smiled down at the girl lightly bumping heads with her as she giggled, was this how big bro Shinichiro felt when he was younger? "Let's go eat some Dorayaki?"
"Yea!"
"Mikey!"
The blond turned towards his friends with a grin, keeping a hold on the girl. Just smiling as they lectured him about running off like that, how he could have hurt the girl if he wasn't careful.
"As if I'd let that happen"
He whispered pouting at them, until the girl cupped his cheeks with a grin "Yaki!"
"Draken ! Me and (Y/n) chii are hungry!"
"YOU CAN'T USE (Y/N) TO KEEP GETTING FOOD"
The girl was pulled away from her uncle as the tall blond started lecturing him. Keisuke snickered looking down at the girl, who seemed to have taken an interest in his hair.
"(Y/n) ..no"
He grabbed the girl's chubby arm before she could grab his hair, moving to poke her sides as a distraction which seemed to capture Mikey's attention. The blond boy huffed watching his niece let out shrieks and giggles.
"Tora!"
The girl shrieked out moving to run towards the tattooed boy, hiding behind his leg to protect herself from Keisuke. The boy could only snicker at her innocent attempt to hide. He moved, letting her use him as a shield from the canine boy.
"Puppy!"
The girl immediately ran towards Pah who had brought his dog, she looked up at him waiting for approval. He nodded letting the girl pet his dog, she sat down on the ground happily petting the dog who licked the girl's cheek in return.
The older man adored the energy the girl brought into the house, she had kept everyone on their toes ever since she learned to walk. It was entertaining to see how everyone tried to keep her from any harm. The girl seemed to be very curious lately and kept running off looking for new spots to explore.
"Ojī!"
She immediately latched herself onto the older man and smiled up at him, Mikey smiled before letting his grandfather know that he was just dropping the girl off and that he was going out with his friends again.
"Let's get you some dinner?"
She nodded, holding grandpa's hand as they headed to the kitchen. Helping the girl onto her stool before the older man started dinner. As the girl told him about her afternoon with Mikey and Pah's dog.
Emma soon joined them, offering to take the girl of the older man's hands while he was busy with the dinner. "Why don't you go give (Y/n) her bath? Shinichiro's working late tonight "
Shinichiro stepped into the house expecting to find his daughter asleep, but he walked into her sitting next a sleeping Mikey. She cooed crawling towards her father with a bright smile.
"Hey baby, shouldn't you be sleeping?"
The baby giggled holding her hands up towards, the father couldn't help but laugh as he picked her up. Kissing her forehead as he walked towards his bedroom.
"You should be sleeping sweetheart, you have a big day tomorrow "
He wasn't ready to send her to a day care just yet, he would definitely miss his girl. He was so used to having her around him most of the day. He smiled down at her as she cuddled into his chest, slowing dozing off on his chest
"Don't grow up too fast okay?"
He continued playing with her hair, until he was certain that she was fully asleep. Before moving her off his chest, tucking her into her bed. He kissed her head one last time and left to go take a shower.
Shinichiro wasn't sure if he was ready to let her go yet, but she needed to be around kids her age and it would only e good for her. She would make friends and he wanted nothing more for her to be healthy and happy.
The group couldn't help but snicker while watching Shinichiro talk to (Y/n), the girl seemed to be too distracted by all the kids around her. She kept letting out whines as she tried to pull away from her father
"Wanna play!"
Shinichiro pouted at his daughter, holding her still in front of him as he tried his best to hold his tears back. He was upset that she seemed more eager to run off and go play instead of saying goodbye to him.
"Otõ"
Shinichiro felt chubby hands on his cheeks, blinking as he looked down at the girl. Who tried her best to cheer her father up, she gave him a smile
"No sad !"
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Baji is such an attention bug... If his s/o tries to find her keys in her bag while his talking he will kabedon her, kiss her then goes like i was talking why aren't you paying attention, this get worse if you were talking to other guys in front of him he will make sure to embarrasse you everytime
when he wants attention
featuring: baji (x fem!reader)
trying to make up for not posting last night, haikyuu writing coming up after this! also, i will be making an announcement tomorrow about what’s been going on and some changes i’d like to make here. thanks for requesting and hope you enjoy!
he is absolutely an attention bug. he certainly doesn’t look like it but once he’s in a special intimate relationship with someone, he can’t get enough of the love and care that they, especially you, provide.
and he will make you very much aware of that fact when he feels he’s falling short on feeling special.
he especially does it when you’re trying to multitask doing something while he’s talking to you and you always say that you’re listening but he knows that he doesn’t have your full undivided attention. this then forces him to take it upon himself to get your attention.
oftentimes when you’re on your laptop working on something, he’ll place his fingers under your jaw, pulling your chin over gently to face him. he brings his face close to yours so you can hear him loud and clear.
“you’re not listening, babe.”
“yes, i am, kei. i promise,” you reply.
“kiss me if you’re not listening.”
…
“why aren’t you kissing me?!”
“because i was listening, honey.”
“ugh, alright. kiss me if you were listening.”
then you lean in to give him a sweet kiss.
“better?”
“yes but i still think you weren’t listening.”
it’s a little worse when you're out and around others. he trusts that none of his friends or any other toman members would mess with you because they would get their ass beat if they did. however, there are still guys from other gangs or just in general who think they can just claim anything that’s not theirs.
not that you’re his property but he really just hates the baseless confidence that others have when they talk to you. but it’s also that you’re just too damn friendly sometimes.
in these types of situations, he doesn’t hold back much. if you weren’t standing right there, he’d immediately start beating them down, no questions asked. with you here though, he has to be a little more crafty.
he’d let you have whatever conversation you’re making with this idiot but once you exit the picture, it’s his time to lay down some ground rules.
he will go over to the guy and will at first, act all friendly but it’s all a ruse. usually a lot of these losers already know who he is so he doesn’t even have to introduce himself. but it makes it a little harder to threaten them.
“that’s my girlfriend, you asshole,” he glares.
“oh, her? that pretty little thing is dating you? you’re funny, keisuke.”
“you know what would be really funny?” he smirked “if i shoved my fist so far up your ass, it came out of your mouth. so i suggest you shut the hell up and never talk to her again.”
“whatever, man.”
“okay, whatever,” baji replied. he placed his hands in his pockets, acting as if he was about to turn around and leave the conversation. instead, he turned around and leaned forward quickly, kicking his leg up, his foot making direct contact with the dude's face.
mikey had taught him well.
“what’re you doing, kei?” you asked, somewhat horrified.
he simply stands there, smiling maniacally before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you away from the scene. he leans over to press a kiss to your temple.
“forget that loser, pretty girl. let’s go get some yaki soba.”
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for something that never was
love headcanons bc i want taku of yaki dead
gender neutral reader
How does Shylock love? Shylock loves exactly as his craft demands him to—sometimes passionately, like falling in love with a fine wine and learning how to crave it and tame the craving like the treacherously hedonistic beast it is—sometimes violently, like the wrath of an old god from legend, akin to the sound of glass shattering when it slips from someone’s hands—sometimes tentatively, the hesitance in his fingers before he pops the cork of a bottle and the faint aroma of alcohol stains the room once more.
How does Shylock love? Shylock loves in a way like no other. He claims that he doesn’t let love cling to him too long; after all, life is too short and far too turbulent for him to be the kind of man to be hung up over something when there are far more entertaining things out there for him to spend his attention over. He loves the concept of love. It’s what brings humans and wizards alike together, a captive to the longing and misery that equals the beggar with the king.
How does Shylock love? When he realizes he’s falling for you, he dismisses it as nothing more than one of his many loves he must have had over the years. He loves liberally, freely, truly, cherishing even the most ephemeral of attractions as genuinely as the sort of love that could move mountains and part seas. All emotions are beautiful and worthy of celebration in their own right, and he drinks to you: cherishing you through your smiling reflection wobbling in the sepia-colored lights beamed in the ruby red wineglass of his.
How does Shylock love? Love to him is a give-and-take. The flutters of your eyelashes are exchanged for fleeting touches from his end. The tilt in your voice when you sing hello to him is traded for the wry chuckle he gives towards you when you crack a bad joke. A bartender and his client, stuck in a tryst of want and economy, and sometimes he wonders if the pressure in your hand when you press a bag of coins into his palm holds something more than mere numerical value for your drink. It clings to him like the remainder of a ghost, of memories past, of a deep stirring in his heart.
How does Shylock love? He loves as if he’s burning. He loves as if you’ve lit him on fire. He loves as if you’re the air, and he’s a drowning man, flailing and falling and feeling the sea called you. Your name rests like a prayer on his sinful lips, and he wants nothing more than to chant it over and over, until you’ll grant him a taste of Heaven by placing his head in your lap and condemning him to an instantaneous eternity of proximity. You’re within his grasp yet so far, and his love tastes like poison in the inside of his mouth—he swallows anyway.
How does Shylock love? He reaches out for you every day, every night. Shylock props the door to his bar open not so that he can entice more wizards into the comforting labyrinth of his bar, but so that he can meet your eyes when you quaintly walk in, your silhouette the same touch of a spell that makes his ancient heart race. He savors this feeling, his eyes falling upon you in a shower of enchantment, the same way he did when you first stumbled across his little haven.
How does Shylock love? Dizzyingly, as if he’ll disappear like sand between your fingers. Breathtakingly, capturing your mouth in wine-flavored and hushed “I love you”s whenever the bar closes and the night hour deepens with moonlit stains. Sincerely, with the heart of someone who had loved and lost for years beyond your own ability to think. Truly, yearning for you with a fervor that could only be matched by the love that licks at the sides and core of your own heart.
“Don’t say that we’re a lost cause. Saying that we’re a lost cause merely tells me that we are indeed a cause. And to me, a lost cause is still a cause worth fighting for, if it means you’ll stay with me for a second longer.”
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#mahoutsukai no yakusoku#mahoyaku#mhyk#shylock bennett#x reader#my writing#TAKU I HOPE U CHOKE#UR RUSTICA CINDERELLA FIC WAS SO DAMN FOUL#IVE NEVER WANTED TO STOMP SOMEONE INTO THE GROUND MORE (AFFECTIONATE)#shylock the world#he's so much fun to write for nyehe#im sorry i write so much for twst i need to write for mhyk more
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seasons change, our love remains the same | miya o.
pairing: timeskip osamu x f!reader
word count, genre: 1.8k words, established relationship, fluff.
warning: none
summary: a story of how osamu’s love for you began and how it will never end.
a/n: this is a piece for the haikyuu-cafe x hqhangout collab!
It was springtime when words of love flowed out of him.
“What are you looking at?”
Osamu peers over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the yearbook in your hand. His eyes land on a younger version of himself who was barely smiling at the camera. He grimaces internally, shaking his head at the memory of the day when the picture was taken.
Sitting down on the floor, he slings his arms around you and brings you closer. “Where did you get this?”
“Unlike you, I actually kept our yearbook. It’s a nice memento of the past,” you laugh, turning the page and going further down the memory lane. You reach a section containing different pictures—montages of photographs from the sports day, the cultural festival, and, the one that caught your eye, the graduation ceremony.
“Hey, do you remember this?” Osamu follows where you were pointing at. There, at the middle, was a blurred image of some Class-1 students, his and your class, under a cherry blossom tree. Though the colors were muted, he could vividly remember that moment when the pink petals were dancing around in the air, everyone dreamily looking up at the bloom, but all he could focus on was you standing by his side as the teacher captured the photograph.
He remembers how his heart was beating so crazily at that instant. And what followed then was the moment that he’d been preparing for.
“Of course, I do. What do you take me for?” His arms encircle around your waist, he kisses the top of your head. “That’s when I confessed to you.”
You chuckle, “Wrong. You haven’t confessed to me here yet.”
“Oh, right,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking straight in your eyes. He narrates the past to you, “After we took that picture, I asked if you could come with me at the back of the gym.”
You hum and he continues, “You awkwardly followed behind as we walked together. Then when we arrived, I brought out a single carnation flower. You stared at it with wide eyes for minutes and I was so scared that I would get rejected right there and then.”
“Well, that’s because you weren’t saying anything! How was I supposed to know you were confessing when you were just standing there with a flower?”
“I’m pretty sure I said I love you,” he teases. “You just didn’t hear it.”
You put down the book on the table and turn to the side so you could face him. “You’re lucky I’ve been in love with you since middle school.”
He chuckles, bringing one hand to cup your cheek and the other to brush away some hair on your face. “I really am lucky.” And before you knew it, soft lips touch yours and it makes you feel warm and tingly. “Being with you is like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.”
Summer when you found yourself running to him for comfort.
The front door to Onigiri Miya chimes, alerting Osamu of a new customer. He looks up momentarily from his task of rolling sushi to greet the person who’s come in, only to be surprised to see it was you.
“Hi.” You smile weakly and take the usual spot at the counter, right at the front where you could watch him cook.
“What are you doing here? I thought I’d see you at the apartment.”
“I’m tired. And it was so hot, I couldn’t take another minute of commute,” you groan as you drop your head on the table. “The trains were jam-packed and I didn’t want to be sandwiched between people and feel their sweat on skin.” You imagine the scenario if you didn’t walk your way towards his shop tonight, and the thought had you shuddering in your seat.
“Anyway, I went here and thought we could go home together.” You peek at him from behind your arms. “Also I just really, really wanted to see you already.”
Osamu instantly softens. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to close shop, take you home, and lie on the bed with you in his arms. All the time in the relationship, he felt like he’s been the one who’s constantly relying on you. But right now, you were running to him and he wanted to be there to catch you.
“There’s only few customers left but I think can finish this in twenty minutes.” He slides over a glass of iced tea to you. “Can you wait for me?”
You nod and he leans to give you a quick kiss before returning to his work. You watch in awe as he skillfully moves around his area, hands deftly making the customers’ orders. And not before long, he’s standing beside you, already changed out of his work uniform to his usual beige polo shirt (the one you gifted him and his obvious favorite). He holds out a paper bag with his shop’s logo. You take it with a curious look.
“It’s not gonna bite you,” he jokes and it makes you roll eyes. “I figured you haven’t eaten dinner yet so I made yaki-onigiri. You can eat it at home.” You’re silent as he takes your hands and guides the two of you out of the store, waving to his employees and reminding them to close.
“You remembered my favorite food.”
He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips, “Of course, I remember everything about you.” It’s his beautiful smile that makes you weak at the knees and instantly chases your exhaustion away.
In autumn, he made a promise.
“Hold my hand so we don’t get separated.” Osamu insists after having lost you for the fifth time in a row. The two of you were in Kyoto for a long overdue out-of-town vacation. After some time, you were both fortunate to finally free up your busy schedule and Osamu had planned a five days and four nights trip to the region.
“I’m not a kid, Osamu,” you whine but still lace your fingers with his and move deeper into the park. Osamu lets you take the lead as you stroll along the path in Arashiyama Bamboo Forest, the one place you’ve always wanted to visit.
The moment you stood at the entrance of the grove, you were struck at the beautiful, soaring green stalks that seemed to welcome you to another world. Osamu could feel the excitement radiating from you and whenever you smiled, whenever you turned to him to gush about the scenery, he finds himself falling in love with you all over again. He’s smiling as he watches you take photo after photo, unaware that he’s also taken his phone out to capture a picture of you.
As you’re standing in the midst of the crowd, looking like you’re having the best time and so beautiful with the way the faint light from above falls on you like a spotlight, Osamu has a fleeting wish that he could be the one to make you happy for the rest of your life.
You suddenly stop admiring the view in favor of searching for your boyfriend who seemed to have stopped moving for minutes. The two of you stare at each other, neither one making the move to walk closer. Osamu tilts his head to one side as he mouths at you, “Hi.”
Confused, you mimic him. “Hey.”
It takes him five big steps to close the distance. He grabs your face, thumbs grazing at your cheeks as he stares affectionately. Time slows down but your heart races when he says,
“Let’s get married.”
You thought you heard wrong. But that was until he brought out a box that’s been hiding at his coat pocket. You gasp audibly, tears pooling in your eyes, as he takes the ring out and holds it in front of you.
“I love you more than life itself. I want to stay by your side and keep you happy for as long as you’ll let me.”
You’re crying as you say yes and his vision is also blurry when he slips the jewelry on your finger, a symbol of his commitment and love for you.
And in winter, the two of you were home.
It’s well past morning. The clock reads 9:58 am but somehow you could not find it in you to get up from the bed. You move your body but it proved futile when you felt a pair of arms tightening around you, refusing to let you go.
You feel hot breaths fanning your neck, craning to look back at the person sleeping behind you. Reaching a hand to stroke his hair, you feel Osamu only nuzzle closer and seeking warmth from your body.
“Good morning,” he hums.
You turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a kiss on his lips. “It’s always a good morning waking up next to you.”
He chuckles, the low voice sending goosebumps on your skin and causing the blood to rush on your face. He takes you by surprise by suddenly flipping you over, trapping you in a bear hug while you laid above him.
“Wait, Osamu, let go!” Your voice muffled on his chest.
“I don’t want to.” He loses himself in your sweet scent and he feels slowly being lulled back to sleep. “It’s cold. Let’s stay here longer.”
Your struggle did not last for long, eventually giving in to your husband’s grip and you lay peacefully, hearing the calm beating of his heart. A glance to the windows and you can see the trees covered in thick white, making you excited as you realized the snow has made its fall overnight.
You look up at him, “We should get breakfast.”
“You mean brunch.”
Giggling, you begin to sit up which only makes Osamu groan and reach out for you. “Come on, I’ll make your favorite hot chocolate and we can look outside at the snow.”
At the mention of hot chocolate, he slightly peeks his head from the blankets, catching you before you exit the door. “With marshmallows?”
“Of course.” You tease, knowing how much he loved his hot drink with those soft, pillowy white confections.
This makes him smile and finally, he gets out of the bed and makes his way to you. He slips hands into yours before walking with you out of the room.
Mornings with Osamu were the best. And as much as you looked forward to spending every day with him, he is also anticipating what’s in store for the rest of his years with you.
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meet-cute
karasuno female manager reader x kuroo
to sum it up: meeting kuroo for the first time
warnings: not being formal and introducing yourself with a first name
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The Karasuno volleyball club was away for a two-week training camp, and right now the team was on their morning run, along with Y/N, who came along for some practice as well and not to take care of the chaotic first years cOuGh kageyama and hinata cOuGh.
They were running up the hill when Hinata drastically changed his speed and took off running, away from the others. "Oh good grief. I'll go after him..." Y/N said sighing and running off in the direction the middle blocker went in. She was looking around, trying to spot her friend without much luck, when she heard a voice behind her.
"Are you lost?"
"M-Me?"
The girl asked, turning around, startled. She was met with a tall figure of a guy, who had a red jacket in his hands. His eyes reminded her of a cat, and he had a hair-style that looked like he just rolled out of bed.
"Yeah you. You look like you're trying to figure out which way to go."
"Oh. Well I am, but that's because I'm looking for my friend. We were running together and he sped off and we lost him."
Y/N said whilst rolling her eyes, and bringing her gaze back to the man in front of her.
"Well I'm looking for my friend too, he wanders off to play his game. He's not really the work-out type. Maybe we could try to find them together?"
"Yeah sure."
The duo continued walking together and while Y/N was looking around, trying to spot a certain ginger, Kuroo couldn't help but look at her instead. Unfortunately, he was snapped out of his daze when she turned to him.
"I'm Y/N by the way."
"Y/N? Is that your first name?"
"Yeah, I always introduce myself with my first name."
"Huh. Interesting."
"Uh...Aren't you gonna tell me your name?"
"Kuroo Tetsurou, at your service~"
"Oh how kind~"
They both shared a laugh and continued their search. Along the way, Y/N asked Kuroo a question.
"What's on your jacket?"
"Oh, this? It's just my club jacket. I go to Nekoma."
"Oh yeah? Well, guess that makes us rivals then~"
"Hm? And why is that?"
"Well...because I go to Karasuno."
"Oya? You don't say? So you're a little crow then huh? You shouldn't be here alone, it's dangerous with all those cats around..."
Kuroo was looking at her with a smirk, evading her personal space just a tiny bit, and she opened her mouth to retort back, but called out to her friend instead.
"Hinata!"
"Y/N! Hi!"
She stormed up to the boy and smacked him upside the head.
"You can't run off like that! We were all looking for you all over the place!"
"Sorry..."
"Let's go."
"Bye Kozume!"
Hinata turned to Kenma, who was now standing next to Kuroo, and waved at him. Y/N turned in their direction as well and weakly smiled at Kuroo, ushering Hinata in the direction of their other friends.
"Who's that?"
"Y/N. I bumped into her when I was looking for you."
"Mhm. You like her."
"I...that's...no?! We literally just met!"
"Then why are you getting so defensive like that?"
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
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It was now in the evening and Nekoma was done for the day, so now they were just relaxing on their make-shift beds, with Kuroo going over some game plans, Kenma playing his game and Yamamoto talking about Karasuno's managers.
"Do you think they have a manager? Oh what if they have a girl manager?! What if they have two?!"
"So? Does it really matter that much?"
"Of course it does! Does Karasuno have a girl manager? My Yaki Soba bun is saying 'no'. Do you think they have a girl manager Kuroo??"
"I don't know Yamamoto. And I don't care. Now shut up."
Kenma looked up from his game and gave Kuroo a questioning look, but Kuroo just smirked.
#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#training camp#kuroo being a little shit#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsuro x you#kuroo imagine
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massive and small stars
❝ you were a massive star destined to burn for a few hundred thousand years, culminating in an inevitable explosion. kuroo tetsuro was the sun, a small star, bound to give light for several billion years. the difference between the two of you makes you ask him how he manages to keep his light. ❞
pairing. kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader
genre. college au where you and kuroo are apartment neighbors, implied comfort
word count. 1.7k words
warnings. themes of burnout due to the pandemic
a/n. reblogs are very much appreciated. i’d be happy to hear your thoughts too.
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You are by no means an astronomer. You are studying to become a physician. You are a hundred and ten percent certain of this fact. But as you lie limp atop your unmade bed, your mind can’t help but ponder on stars, how they are made, and how they die.
The lifetime of stars depends on their size. Massive stars exhaust their energy much faster and are only able to last for a few hundred millennia. Small stars, on the other hand, burn slowly, allowing them to exist for several billion years.
You have always been told that you were destined to be a star, to burn brighter above everyone else. You are fated for brilliance, they said. All your life, you are convinced by their words.
Entering college, you believe it is your time to shine. Your days in the dust are long gone. All the ashes and gas are finally going to pool together as the enormous celestial body everybody expected you to be. You are finally away from the drama of high school. You’re supposed to be joining organizations, getting good grades, making lots of friends, and living.
You were supposed to be doing all of that. You were finally safely moved into your one-bedroom apartment near a prestigious university in Tokyo, aching for all of it.
Then the pandemic hit. The club fairs turned into online zoom meetings. The good grades turned into just-above-the-passing-rate marks. Those friends turned into monotonous group chats about academic requirements. Living turned into surviving.
You are destined to be a star, they said. Indeed, you feel like a massive star. You expected too much, gathered too many particles from the universe, that you ended up an immense ball of burning gas about to explode in the near future. You are so close to wearing yourself out. You try everything to avoid it.
You turn up the volume of your favorite songs because maybe it will drown the negative voices in your head.
You bathe yourself in sunlight because maybe it will overpower the darkness slowly wrapping itself around you.
You soak yourself under the shower for hours because maybe it will wash away the dread and anxiety.
You laugh humorlessly.
As if.
As much as you were predetermined for greatness, you are designed for destruction as well.
You look at the time. 5:11 PM.
There’s still time before he comes. You can still take a nap. You’ve been a light sleeper for the past few months anyway. You’ll hear him knock.
The knock comes two hours later, 7:00 PM sharp.
“Good evening,” Kuroo Tetsuro says.
You mimic his greeting weakly.
Kuroo Tetsuro is your university apartment neighbor. You became friends a month into the pandemic, when he came to your rescue after you almost burned down your apartment (you left the stove on while you were in the shower). Since then, the two of you had formed an unusual partnership. He was in-charge of half of the groceries and cooking the main course. You were in-charge of the other half of the groceries and preparing dessert. You took turns with the dishes.
You’re grateful for his companionship. Somehow, being able to interact with another person face-to-face lessens the gravity of the whole situation.
Today, the weight is just a tad bit heavier for you. You barely have the energy to contribute to the dinner table conversation. You just nod along and give a few replies here and there.
After catching his fingers lingering on his phone and after noticing his sensitivity toward notification sounds, you sense that the weight is heavier for him too.
“Expecting a call?” you ask, getting a bite of tonkatsu.
“Hoping for one,” Kuroo answers, picking at his own food.
“She cut the call short again?” Whether it was his mother or his sister, you don’t bother asking. It was always between the two of them anyway.
“Didn’t even bother answering,” he says. That explains it.
You offer him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry.”
He scoffs. “’S not your fault.”
You know that. Still, you wanted to help him.
There was only one thing you can think of at the moment.
“Dessert?” you offer.
His face lights up a bit. “Yes please.”
You give him a small smile and stand up to reach for the newly-bought mochi.
The days after, you still feel the looming sense of your inevitable combustion. Exams were still difficult. Readings were still extensive. Social interactions were still monotonously online. Club participation was still nonexistent.
You turn the volume of your music a little higher. You stay under the sun a little longer. You soak under the shower head a few minutes more.
Yet, you still end up on your bed, drained. Nothing’s changed.
Another thing that hasn’t changed is him.
Seven o’clock sharp, he’s there, knocking on your door (tap, tap-tap-tap, tap-tap—a unique pattern he uses every time). He still cooks you dinner. He still talks to you about his day. You never see the light leave his eyes.
Kuroo Tetsuro was a star by his own right. He was the sun, bright and warm. You are always sure of his presence. You sense the remnants of his radiance the night before in the early morning just as you wake up. You hear the warmth in his boisterous laughter through the thin walls of your apartment. You feel his blazing passion for the sport that he loves when the sound of rubber on skin hits your ears (or sometimes it’s the sound of things getting broken).
Kuroo was the sun, a small star. Small stars don’t go as loudly as massive stars do, and they stay around for much longer. But they still cease to burn once they exhaust their fuel.
You wonder, sometimes, how Kuroo manages to keep his light burning.
There are days that the darkness creeps into his being. You’ve seen it. On days when the knock on your door isn’t as loud and lively, when his hands aren’t as nimble in slicing onions, when his laugh doesn’t ring the right way. And you know that the sun, like massive stars, like all stars, will collapse.
But he doesn’t.
He still calls his mother and sister relentlessly, trying to rekindle what was once there. Despite the social barriers that the pandemic has built, you can hear him still laughing loudly with his friends on video calls. Despite the halt in sports activities, he keeps his love for volleyball burning.
It makes you rethink whether he is a star in the first place. Something as brilliant as he is, who manages to burn bright despite everything, is something out of this world.
You ask him one day.
On this particular day, he shows you a meme, “Are medical students who graduated online called google docs?”
You give a skeptical look at the idiot who was hysterically cackling himself to death.
“Why do you laugh at this as if it’s going to solve all of your problems?” you ask him.
The premise is anything but serious. Yet, you feel like he knows what you’re talking about.
Kuroo tries to regain some composure.
“It won’t,” he says, moving a hand across his all-time bedhead. “But hey, at least even with all my problems, I was able to laugh, right?”
Huh.
You stare at him, as if seeing the sun for the first time in a long while.
The next day is still loaded with tests and homework. You still feel dumb. You still have no friends and no clubs. You still turn up the music. You still linger under the sunlight a little while longer. Your time in the shower is still a bit lengthier.
This time, you allow these things to make you smile.
Six fifty-nine—you are by the door, waiting.
Tap, tap—
You open the door before he finishes knocking.
“Good evening,” you greet first.
“Good evening,” he says, a bit taken back.
You hum your favorite song as he cooks sanma shio yaki (which you know is his favorite) and talks about his day.
Later, when you are preparing dessert, he asks, “Did anything good happen today?”
You think about it. “Hmm… Nothing in particular. Why?”
“I just… haven’t seen that smile in a while.”
Your fingers stop cutting midway across the strawberry shortcake you bought two hours before.
“Hmm?” You glance at him in your periphery.
“Yeah. It looks pretty.”
You take a sharp breath in.
You sense him take in his words as well.
You slowly turn your head back. As you expect, Kuroo Tetsurou has his hands scratching the back of his neck, trying to avoid your gaze.
Well, I’m not going to be the uncomfortable one here.
You allow yourself to tease him. “I do look pretty, don’t I?”
He glares at you. “As if!” But you see his ears flush pink.
You return to the strawberry shortcake that you were cutting.
You feel the edges of your lips inching their way closer to your eyes.
It’s been a while since you felt this way—this light. At the back of your mind, there were still essays to write, exams to study for, professors to impress, parents to make proud, and yourself to fix. The problems will never disappear.
And it’s not as if louder music, stronger sunlight, more bath water, and cornier jokes of the guy behind you could solve all of them.
But maybe if they can make you smile despite all the problems, then maybe… maybe you’re going to be okay.
Whether you are a massive star or whether Kuroo Tetsuro was the sun, you don’t know for sure.
You are by no means an astronomer. You are studying to become a physician. Instead of concerning yourself with celestial bodies, you should be concerning yourself with the human body.
From all the things that you were taught in medical school, this is something you know by heart: humans are made of the same elements as the stars are.
They are the same, yet they are different. Stars burn bright. And borrowing Guy Consolmagno’s words, they will end “either in a bang or in a whimper.”
Humans are different. They can burn unyieldingly without ceasing. Kuroo Tetsuro has proven that to you.
At present, that is all the reassurance that you need.
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Grocery Shopping | Akaashi, Osamu
Pairing: Akaashi X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)
Genre: flufffyyy
Author’s Note: I got inspired while grocery shopping! Please stay safe, everyone! <3
Grocery Shopping | Kageyama, Tsukishima // Grocery Shopping | Sakusa, Atsumu
Akaashi:
It was pretty chilly inside and pretty empty since everyone stayed home and only came out when they absolutely needed to
Now it was time for the two of you to make your monthly grocery visit to get foods for the long run
But of course, there were nights where the two of you ordered in
Grocery runs were straight to the point with Akaashi, especially now with quarantine
The two of you dressed pretty comfy with your masks and gloves on securely and made sure to follow the arrows going up and down the aisles
Honestly, you followed Akaashi since he was the main one cooking
You weren’t the worst but not exactly the best cook either
He picked out meats and vegetables, you picked out snacks and sweets to enjoy together
Sometimes you would pick out ice creams to take home for dessert instead of drinks
Akaashi would have to occasionally stop you from choosing too many snacks or drinks but he wouldn’t object when you chose fruits
He found it sweet when your eyes lit up seeing the mangos on sale and the sugary calpico drink
You were excited since you picked out two drinks for the two of you and tonight you were gonna help Akaashi make yaki udon with some bbq on the side
Since it was pretty empty though, there were just workers not doing much
Some from the older men in the butchers made it a point to call out to you by whistling while out as the two of you walked by
Akaashi could see the way their eyes looked you up and down while you didn’t really notice as you walked beside him, hand in hand
He was disgusted by them since they were older while you were quite younger than them so he ended up subconsciously giving your hand loving squeezes and you would occasionally rest your head on his arm as the two of you walked through the store, making sure you didn’t miss anything
He was thankful to have you in his life and to have you by his side during this quarantine even though he did have to pull you away from certain snacks that would ruin your appetite like a certain owl man from his old high school team
Cough Bokuto cough cough
Osamu:
Gloves? On. Masks? Secured. Light jackets since it was cold inside? Ch- Osamu sighed when you began to shiver, feeling the cold air tickle your skin through the long sleeve you wore
Guess it wasn’t warm enough still but you insisted you were fine even though he opted to run back out to his car to get a spare jacket
You wore leggings and a simple long sleeve that was more of the athletic type. It was thin and hugged your upper body snuggly, showing off your curves
But now it was serious business. Food shopping
You and Osamu are literally the biggest foodies in the world
He loved it when the two of you were able to come together and find delicious recipes that made both of your mouths water when you watched videos of how to prepare the dish and finally seeing the end result
Even before quarantine, you would drop off bentos with freshly made foods with meats and veggies for him, each time being different and cute
He took pictures of them before eating just to cherish the memory before he devoured that bento
You were waiting at the cart scrolling over your phone to look at the ingredients you needed to make gyudon (beef bowl) and honey soy sauce chicken
Osamu stood beside you as the butcher handed him a bag of chicken legs that you two would use for dinner tonight
He got extra knowing how much Atsumu would also eat but it was good since it meant he could spend a long time cooking with you
But literally just as he was standing beside you putting the bag of chicken into the cart, one of the janitors pushing a mop and cart of water looked you up and down
He felt disgusted like a cold sensation crawling up his spine but he didn’t show it that much on his face
So, naturally, with his hands in his jacket pockets, he pressed his chest to your back and wrapped his hands still in his pockets around your waist, resting his chin with a huff on shoulders
“What’s wrong, ‘Samu?” You asked as you looked beside you to your semi-pouting boyfriend. You patted his face as you twirled your fingers in his sideburns, giving a peck on his cheek
“‘S’nothin’” He said as he continued on with you shopping with you
But overall, he loved how he could share his love of food with you and how you were able to introduce strange food combinations that ended up surprising him how well it worked together
You were able to make this mans melt under your touch
I cant wait for there to be more Osamu and Atsumu gifs like
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