#but baby if i was counting all the mangas… you wouldn’t even know how high that number would be

[mildmayfoxe]

45 movies and 48 books so far this year

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan 

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments. 

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son. 

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head. 

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals. 

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal 

at first you froze in shock, and  megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High 

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe. 

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around. 

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[nanatsumu]

TEENAGE FEVER.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis: iwaizumi has strung you on long enough and you’re finally at the end of your rope.

genre: heavy angst... like make your heart wrench in pain heavy, one sided pining

warnings: manga spoilers, bad grammar (didn’t know it was that bad until i used grammarly), MATURE themes, drinking, smoking, alcohol, iwaizumi being an asshole (he’s also a frat boy because surprise! frat boys should never be trusted), subtle hints at sex, bittersweet ending

word count: 5.9K

series masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

it was evident in the way you weren’t sure how to sway your hips to the beat of the music and the way you awkwardly isolated yourself in a quiet corner of the house, sipping on some soda (since you did not want your first frat party experience to end up with you wasted and throwing up on some stranger) that you were definitely not accustomed to the party life.

“are you sure you’ll be fine by yourself y/n?” your roommate asked you with a concerned look on her face.

“i’ll be fine reina,” you give her a tight-lipped smile as you gesture to the phone in your hand. “i’ll just sit here and chill on my phone until you get back.”

“okay okay, i’ll quit babying you now,” she throws her hands up in the air. “call me if some dude tries to hit on you though.”

“will do, but i doubt with how loud the music is that you’ll even answer,” you playfully roll your eyes as she erupts in a fit of laughter.

the brunette pats the back pocket of her jeans where her phone currently resides at.

“even if i don’t hear it, i’ll feel it.”

it becomes quiet momentarily (besides what you assume is i love it by dean blaring in the background) until she starts to looks around warily before leaning in and whispering something into your ear.

“if a hajime iwaizumi tries to talk to you, try to find a way to get out of the conversation,” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “that guy is seriously bad news.”

“y-yeah, i’ll... do that.” you hear her let out a sigh of relief as she straightens up her posture.

it’s hard to hear what she’s saying from there on out, especially with how obnoxiously loud the music has gotten, but you manage to catch the words ‘friends’ and ‘beer pong’ before she slips away amongst the sea of students and you’re left sitting alone on a couch by yourself with only your phone as entertainment.

you had recently moved to california from japan on an academic scholarship for uci, so when you heard reina mention the name ‘iwaizumi hajime’ it sparked a sense of familiarity within you and piqued your curiosity as to if he was also a foreigner studying abroad.

you’ve only been living in the states for a month now which meant you were still getting used to the strange lifestyle here, so the thought of being friends with someone you could potentially relate to had always been swimming in the back of your mind.

“so what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?”

a voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you let out a small shriek and the next thing you know, your phone flies out of your hand, hitting the person that just sat down next to you.

“ow!” he cries as he clutches his forehead in pain.

“shit! i’m sorry dude!” at this point you’re scrambling around, not sure where to put your hands as you wave them around haphazardly.

“you know, it’s not nice to throw your phone at someone who's trying to make conversation with you right?” the stranger says in a whiny tone as he switches over to rubbing the red spot forming on his forehead in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“and you know it’s not nice to sneak up on a girl if she’s alone right?” you scoff. “where the hell did you even come from?”

“my mom’s vagina.”

“i didn’t mean literally!” you growl.

he shrugs before making himself comfortable by resting his arms on top of the couch and spreads his long legs.

“y’know, i don’t appreciate you manspreading and i especially don’t appreciate the fact that you’re confident enough to do so when i have no idea who you are.” you grimace.

“the name is oikawa tooru, introduction over,” he gives you a lopsided grin. “but you can call me tooru if you’d like, apparently everyone calls each other by their first names here in the states.”

“japanese?”

“yeah, but i’m not a student here,” he places two fingers on your cheek and gently pushes your head in the direction of the kitchen where you see some people conversing with each other. “you see the guy in the denim jacket with the piercings?”

your eyes wander around until you spot a boy sporting a denim jacket with piercings, just as oikawa described, but you also take note of how oikawa failed to mention that his friend was absolutely breathtaking: he didn’t have a chiseled face but he did have a nice jawline, his hair was spiky but it was styled properly, but what stood out to you the most was the small patch of permanent ink on his wrist.

and it’s as if the heavens were on your side tonight because just as you were thinking about whether or not the tattoo on his wrist branched into something bigger and more complex, he slips off his denim jacket and the sleeveless t-shirt he had on underneath allowed you to see that his entire arm was covered in numerous quantities of tattoos varying in design and color that blended together seamlessly.

“he’s the one that snuck me in,” he leans in closer to your ear and you can practically feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear which makes you shiver. “it’s funny how much college can change a guy, huh?”

he continues.

“his demeanor back in high school wasn’t too different from how it is now, but it like... intensified after he moved here,” oikawa throws his body back and you’re relieved that he finally put some distance between you two because you weren’t sure how much longer you could take him being so close to you. “dumbass probably got caught up in the wrong crowd.”

“and what are you doing here?” you direct your attention back onto the chocolate-haired boy.

“me? i play for a volleyball team in argentina but i’m just visiting iwaizumi.”

your jaw drops and it’s not at the fact that he plays for argentina, but at the way he says it so indifferently like it’s not a big deal at all.

“wait, what the hell!?” you shake your head and take a moment to recollect your thoughts. “i thought you were a student at another school but you’re telling me you don’t even go to school at all?”

“yup!” he grins. “the season just ended and with the free time i have now i just decided to fly here and visit iwaizumi for a bit, y’know, see how well he's adjusting to the university life.”

“and you should’ve seen the look on my face when i saw him for the first time in 4 years and all of a sudden he has an arm full of tattoos and a shit load of piercings.”

“wait, did you just say iwaizumi?”

“hm? yeah, iwaizumi hajime? you know him? i heard he’s pretty popular around here, but i’m pretty sure it’s for all the wrong reasons though.”

“my friend told me he was bad news...” you say sheepishly.

it’s silent for a moment and you’re worried you might have said something wrong or offended your new friend (could you two even be considered friends? i mean he did pop out of nowhere and started talking to you) but your worries are all washed away when you hear a laugh escape his lips.

“i wouldn’t say he’s bad news, just rough around the edges and has a bad habit of hooking up with girls.”

“you know i don’t appreciate you bad mouthing me behind my back shittykawa.”

a deep voice startles both you and oikawa, and when you turn around to see who the owner of the voice was, your mouth grows dry when you realize it’s the iwaizumi hajime standing right behind you.

“iwaizumi!” oikawa stands up and walks over to the spiky-haired male standing behind the couch before slinging an arm around his shoulder. “i was just making small talk with...”

“y/n. l/n y/n.”

“y/n! a pretty name for a pretty girl,” oikawa winks at you and you roll your eyes at his shamelessness. “anyways i’m gonna and grab a drink.”

oikawa pats iwaizumi on the back before sauntering away, leaving you and iwaizumi to be alone together.

“so, y/n?” his gaze is intense and you can’t help but shift around uncomfortably in your seat at the way he’s borderline checking you out. “you’re not from around here are you?”

“uh yeah,” you scratch the back of your head. “i’m from japan but i recently moved here for university.”

“is that so?” you flinch subtly when iwaizumi plops down next to you but it doesn’t go unnoticed by the male. “relax y/n, i don’t bite.”

his voice is velvety with the right amount of gruffness to it, contrary to his friend, oikawa, whose voice is a bit higher and on the whinier side.

“so... what are you majoring in, iwaizumi?” you ask, attempting to make some sort of small talk with him.

“i’m majoring in sports science, what about you?”

“education,” you answer, suddenly feeling a bit less tense than you were earlier. “i wanna become a teacher, but probably just for primary school, middle schoolers and high schoolers scare me.”

iwaizumi laughs.

“and primary schoolers don’t? i have a little sister and she’s literally the devil incarnate.”

you giggle and you think about how easy it is to converse with iwaizumi, but the warning reina gave you earlier still lingers in the back of your head and so you’re careful not to let your guard down too much.

“so how are you liking california so far? it’s different from japan isn’t it?” he asks.

“well, it’s... different i’ll give you that,” you start playing with your bottom lip subconsciously as it’s a habit that you picked up back in high school. “but my roommate is nice at least and that’s the only that matters to me.”

“i’m also planning on moving back to japan in the future but it’ll only be after i finish university and get my bachelor's degree or something,” you continue.

“taking an internship doesn’t seem too bad either? it’s still a while before i graduate so i wanna try and enjoy my university life before i get into thrown into the real world because i don’t wanna be old and wrinkly and live with regrets— i’m rambling now aren’t i?”

“you’re alright,” iwaizumi smiles. “it’s honestly like a breath of fresh air hearing how you have your life planned out, or at least you have a plan on what you want to do with your life because most of the girls i’ve met or i’m friends with are either undecided or are all about ‘living in the moment’ and while being undecided or having that type of mindset isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it just gets repetitive sometimes being surrounded by the same type of people.”

“but you— you’re different from them, i like that.”

you can feel your cheeks starts to heat up and iwaizumi is amused by how you can get so flustered over such a simple compliment.

“thanks... i guess?” you compose yourself and try to cool yourself down by putting your hands on your cheeks.

“so what are you doing here at this party? you don’t strike me as a party animal.”

“because i’m not,” you chuckle. “my roommate dragged me here and i only said yes because i was told it was only gonna be a small get-together, though she didn’t mention anything about the booming music and the alcohol.”

“you a lightweight or something?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“i’m 19, actually, so still not legally allowed to drink,” you state as a matter-of-fact.

“so? i was 19 when i drank for the first time,” he says and you’re alarmed at how he can say it so casually.

“ha, no thanks, i’d rather not accidentally get wasted and throw up on someone later tonight.”

“well, i’ll make sure that you don’t throw up on anybody then,” he stands up and extends his hand out for you to take. “why don’t you come along with me and i’ll fix you up a drink?”

you look at his hand with a wary look in your eyes as reina’s words start to play in your head like a broken record.

‘that guy is seriously bad news.’

“so what do you say, y/n?”

you stare into his brown eyes and it’s almost as if he injected curiosity straight into your veins because the next thing you know, you’re sitting on the counter with iwaizumi standing in between your legs as he’s pouring a bottle of bailey’s irish creme into a tumbler glass for you.

“this is probably the best option for you besides white claw but i’m sure as hell not gonna have you drink that shit especially when it’s your first time,” he sets the almost empty bottle on the counter behind him before handing you the glass, which you reluctantly take. “and i’m not gonna be an asshole and give you spirytus.”

you inspect the liquid by bringing the glass up closer to your eyes and whirling it around a few times in a way that is similar to that of a kid inspecting their halloween candy for poison or blades and it elicits a snicker out of iwaizumi.

“i don’t know... i told my mom i’d move to california to study and be a teacher, not go to parties and practice underage drinking.” you deadpan which only further humors the male in front of you.

“and i told my mom i’d move to california to study sports science, not pierce my ears and get my entire arm tattooed,” he says and you assume that this is his way of trying to coax you into drinking the glass of whiskey in your hands. “i’m sure a little bit of alcohol won’t hurt and i promise you’re not gonna get wasted, take a lick for all i care.”

“fine, but if i accidentally puke all over someone’s shoes then i’m counting on you to pay for dry cleaning.” you say before bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a tiny sip— and to your surprise, it wasn’t that bad.

the taste of whiskey wasn’t overbearing as the taste of cocoa and vanilla overpowered it, but you weren’t complaining as it made it easier for the drink to slide down your throat without you feeling the need to scrunch up your face in distaste.

“not bad right?” iwaizumi smirks and it immediately triggers your fight or flight.

“i haven’t even said anything yet.” you roll your eyes.

“well? what do you think then?”

his hand brushes up against your thigh as he goes to settle them on either side of you, effectively trapping you on top of the counter.

“i-it’s not bad i guess...” your words trail off at the end as you allow your eyes to wander away elsewhere in an attempt to distract yourself from how intimate this position feels.

“y/n,” you turn your attention back towards iwaizumi and your eyes widen at the close proximity between you two. “do you use any lip products?”

“just lip... gloss...” your breath hitches when you notice that he‘s starting to lean in closer as his eyes travel down to your parted lips.

but before he gets a chance to put his hands on you, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as realization also seems to hit iwaizumi at the same time and he immediately jerks away.

“uh, i think my roommates calling me,” you jump off the counter and dig into the pockets of your shorts so that you can retrieve your buzzing phone. “i’ll see you around campus?”

“yeah, see you around.”

he watches as you head for the exit and once you’re out of sight, he leans against the counter you were just sitting on a minute ago and lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“that was so lame of you iwa-chan.”

he turns his head towards the direction of where the voice came from and sees oikawa striding into the kitchen.

“you totally got her wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” oikawa states as iwaizumi chuckles.

“fuck yeah i do,” he brings his hand up for a handshake. “i can’t believe she fell for my ‘you’re different from other girls’ speech.”

“and i usually never go for freshmen since they’re always so damn annoying but y/n... she’s gonna be a fun one to play with.” he adds.

“you’re a real douchebag.” oikawa says as he downs the rest of whatever is in his cup before discarding it into the nearest trash can.

“hey, if i’m gonna move back to japan soon then might as well make the most of the time i have left here, right?” iwaizumi defends himself.

“spoken like a true jackass.” the chocolate-haired male snorts.

“whatever,” iwaizumi rolls his eyes as he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m leaving in less than a month and a half so i’ll hit it and quit it.”

“that phrase is so corny, why not ‘bust a load and hit the road’?” oikawa suggests.

“i am not having this conversation with you right now.” iwaizumi irks before walking out of the kitchen with a mopey oikawa hot on his trail.

“so rude!”

it’s been almost a week now since your encounter with iwaizumi and you have yet to see him around campus. well, it was inevitable as he was all the way on the other side of the school, but deep down you wished you could at least run into him during the course of your week.

you briefly remember reina giving you an earful once you got back to the dorms because you had explained to her the minute you two got back that you met iwaizumi hajime at the party and even met one of his friends.

“y/n, didn’t i tell you that you should stay away from that guy?”

“but he seemed like a really nice guy to me...” you started fiddling with your fingers.

“that’s what he wants you to think, y/n,” she takes a seat next to you on your bed and wraps an arm around your shoulder, patting it soothingly. “i just— you’re new here and from the moment you stepped foot in our dorm i knew immediately that you’re gonna live a successful life and the last thing i want happening is for some college playboy to break your heart and ruin your life.”

your heart couldn’t help but grow fuzzy at her words.

“trust me, if this were any other guy then i wouldn’t mind you talking to them, but hajime is notorious for breaking hearts and ruining lives,” she puts her arms behind her back and uses them to support her body as she leans back. “there was this girl back in my freshman year, half japanese half white, her name was kaori, and i’ve never cared to keep track of any of hajime’s flings but she was the most serious case.”

“hajime and her met the same way you and him did, at a party, and he chatted her up until she eventually gave into those pretty boy charms of his and they started going out. the first few weeks were fine and the entire campus was raving about how this was one of hajime’s longest standing relationships yet and they seemed to be at a good spot in their relationship. but it wasn’t until one day, photos of her nudes were plastered all over the entire school and someone in hajime’s friend group ratted him out and said that he was the one who started sending the photos. obviously the school found out but they couldn’t get enough evidence that hajime was the one who sent her nudes around but since they had to do something, they decided to suspend kaori instead for ‘distribution of explicit content’ and the whole school started flooding her dms with death throats and she was labeled ‘the whore of uci.’ i think she eventually got tired of everything because she disappeared from the school without a trace, like completely disappeared. all her socials were deleted and she deleted her number so no one could contact her at all.”

after reina finished the entire story, you were remembered speechless. sure iwaizumi was a bit on the flirtier side and didn’t hesitate to test the waters, but that didn’t mean that he was completely shameless and disrespected your boundaries. you had a gut feeling that underneath that tough facade of his was a boy who was a normal college student like everybody else and had a goal in mind that he wanted to achieve, but after hearing reina’s story you weren’t sure what to think anymore.

“that poor little thing, she was such a sweet girl and it’s such a shame that she just had to go and get involved with hajime. if she still went here then i’m sure you and her would’ve gotten along,” reina adds. “she kind of reminds me of you in a way, you have this innocence to you that can’t be replicated yet you actually have a spine unlike those girls that throw themselves at hajime. tsk, how shameless of them, throwing yourself at a boy who’s known for tossing girls to the side once he’s down with them.”

needless to say, after that long conversation you had with reina, you’ve started to become more wary of the boy, but an unknown force keeps pulling you back to him.

reina had invited you to another party this weekend and while you were a bit reluctant about accepting her invitation, you thought that this might be your chance at ever seeing iwaizumi again so with your one track mind, you accept her offer without a second thought which now leads you to present time.

you feel a wave of deja vu wash over you as sweater weather blasts from the speakers and you can feel the heavy bass shake up the entire house.

you and reina struggle to nagivate through the crowd all while trying to avoid the couples making out in order to get upstairs where her friends had texted her to meet and you’re glad you’ve gained enough confidence to give her the green light when she asked if you wanted to meet her friends because you’re not sure how much more your eardrums could take.

“it’s right here!” reina knocks on the door three times and just when she’s about to go in for the fourth knock, the door swings open, revealing an all too familiar chocolate-haired male.

“y/n!” he exclaims as he throws his arms around you and reina just barely manages to dodge his long arms.

“hey! you almost hit my fuckin’ face you douche!” she cries. “and who the hell are you? i’ve never seen you around before.”

“oikawa, you’re still here?” your voice is muffled by his chest and you have to muster up all of the strength you have to pry him off of you.

“baby, you’re gonna be seeing me around for a whole month!” you and reina give each other a blank stare.

“first of all, don’t call me baby,” you duck down and it proves successful in getting out of his hold. “and secondly, what are you doing here?”

oikawa pouts at the lack of contact but continues the conversation nonetheless.

“iwaizumi snuck me in again and i’m staying at his place for now so wherever he goes, i tag along,” he points behind him as you and reina peer inside the room. “so what are you guys here for?”

“well my friends told me to meet me here, but it seems like they’re fraternizing with the enemy.” reina scrunches her nose up in disgust and you catch a glimpse of iwaizumi with his arm wrapped around a blonde girl’s shoulder.

“well iwaizumi’s friends are friends of mine and since your friends are iwaizumi’s friends then you’re my friend as well!” oikawa proclaims as he throws his arms around both you and reina this time and pulls you guys in for a side hug.

“let’s head in!” he pulls you guys into the room, not forgetting to lock the door as it shuts behind him.

iwaizumi notices you and you give him a small smile before taking a seat next to reina, oikawa following suit as he sits next to you as well.

“hajime.” reina greets him with a curt nod.

“reina... nice to see you,” iwaizumi says briefly.

“so who’s up for a game of seven minutes of heaven?” the girl who’s in iwaizumi’s arms proposes.

“c’mon! seven minutes in heaven? really? we’re in college now, let’s do something a little more daring!” a boy with black hair shouts.

“fine, let’s play strip poker then!” you hear someone suggest.

all of the girls in the room groan.

“pervert, you just wanna play it so that you can see us in our undergarments.”

“isn’t that the point of the game though?”

“i don’t even know how to play poker.”

“is this your second time at a party?” oikawa leans in and whispers into your ear, not wanting to put all of the attention on your conversation.

“yeah, i wasn’t planning on going in the first place but reina managed to convince me.” you lied straight through your teeth, not wanting to spare the embarrassment of telling oikawa the real reason why you came to the party.

“oh really? what would have you done all by yourself on this fine friday night if you stayed back at the dorms by yourself then?” he questions.

“probably head to the cafe thats off campus and try their new milk bread,” you say bluntly.

“milk bread?” you turn your head a bit and see oikawa trying to stifle a laugh.

you slap his thigh which prompts him to yelp.

“what’s so funny idiot?”

“n-nothing! it’s just... i like milk bread too.”

“really?” your eyes sparkle and oikawa can’t stop the genuine smile that forces its way onto his face. “do you wanna come with me tomorrow to try it then? i was gonna ask reina but she’s going on a blind date or something tomorrow and i don’t wanna bother her.”

“sure, but why me?”

“well i don’t know anybody else here, and you’re technically like my friend right?”

“what makes you think we’re friends?” he says but quickly comes to the realization that it sounded a lot more heartless than he had intended it to.

“sorry that came off rude...” he sheepishly scratches his neck.

“no i get what you were trying to say, but i mean, i consider you my friend so isn’t that enough?”

“geez quit flirting you two!” reina groans as she pushes you and out of reflex, oikawa immediately latches onto your arms so that you don’t accidentally bump heads with him.

“we’re not flirting,” you roll your eyes before muttering a small ‘thank you’ to oikawa after he releases you. “i’m just inviting him out to that cafe that i’ve been telling you about since you’re too busy going on that blind date.”

“hey hey hey! you were to keep quiet about that y/n!” reina loudly whispers as everyone else in the room roars in laughter.

“oops! sorry reina!” you snicker behind your hand.

“oh you’re so gonna get it!” she tackles you onto the floor. “oikawa, hold her down!”

you feel an extra set of hands put your arms down as reina uses her legs to pin your legs down.

“w-wait! oikawa i thought we were friends! don’t—” your words are suddenly cut off and you begin to break into a fit of laughter as reina commences her tickle assault on you.

“f-f..fuck o— AHAHAHAHA..... FUCK OFF R-REINA!” you manage to say in between breaks.

after what feels like minutes of torture, reina finally lets up and you’re free from the shackles that is her and oikawa.

“you’re a traitor oikawa!” you cry as you sit back up, massaging your shoulders to release the tension that had built up in them within a span of 30 seconds.

the said male flat out ignores you though as he turns to face the rest of the group.

“any-who, who’s up for a game of spin the bottle?”

“that’s lame.” iwaizumi finally speaks up.

“you’re lame! don’t make me tell everyone what went down last friday when—” oikawa is about to continue his sentence when iwaizumi suddenly sends him a cold glare that shuts him up.

“scary!” oikawa wraps his arms around you for what seems to be the umpteenth time tonight. “save me y/n!”

you roll your eyes.

“you’re awfully touchy with someone who you’ve only known for a week yet only met twice,” you complain but don’t make an effort to shy away from his touch.

“but we’re friends right? you even said so yourself!” he smirks at the face you make when you come upon the realization that he’s used your own words against you.

“whatever, do what you like,” you mumble against his arms. “i seriously envy your ability to get along with people easily.”

iwaizumi lets out a low growl as he witnesses the scene in front of him unfold. he wasn’t going to let oikawa get to you first when he clearly had his sights set on you from the moment you stepped foot into that party last friday.

he was going to be the first man to make a move on you and what better way to do so than a game of spin the bottle?

“how about,” iwaizumi picks up the half-empty bottle of beer next to him as he downs the rest of the contents inside before placing it flat on the floor in the middle of the room. “a game of spin the bottle?”

“and you think seven minutes of heaven is lame?” oikawa scoffs. “didn’t lara jean play it in middle school in that one flashback in to all the boys i’ve loved before?”

“you watched to all the boys i've loved before?” you ask oikawa.

“hell yeah i did!” he grins. “iwaizumi told me it’s corny but can’t a guy love his chick flicks?”

“you’re so lame!” you giggle, even though you too had watched it.

“have you seen the second movie?” he asks as you two begin to go off-topic again.

“no i haven’t, i heard it was bad so i just never bothered to watch it.” you shrug.

“dude we should watch it together then!” he suggests.

“and if it’s bad then i’m gonna kick you out of my dorm.” you snort.

the black-haired male from earlier clears his throat which prompts you and oikawa to stop talking.

“first of all, oikawa, y/n, get a room, and secondly, let’s play spin the bottle!” he yells.

the first few minutes of the game were boring and the matchups were weird, to say the least: reina had to kiss the blonde girl (you found out her name was genevieve), the black-haired boy (kevin) had to kiss some girl who you recognized was from your seminar class, and then when it came to be oikawa’s turn, the bottle landed on him so he just ended up kissing himself through a mirror out of his own free will (trust me, no one there wanted to see that happen and no one could stop him even if they tried.)

there were about 12 people in the room, 13 including you, and out of everyone there the one person who you would definitely not want to kiss.

iwaizumi.

it wasn’t like you despised him or anything, but after hearing about him from reina along with the girl who had been sitting in his lap this entire night, you really did not want to deal with a target on your back and an enemy acquired within your first month of living in the states.

so when it came down to your turn, you were silently praying to the gods that it would land on anybody but iwaizumi— heck even oikawa would be a better option.

but it seems like lady luck had her smile turned away from you because as the bottle began to slow down, a symbol of your fate being sealed in this very room, it had landed on the one person you did not want it to land on at all.

“y/n, you have to kiss hajime!”

the whole room went silent.

“what?!” genevieve shrieks and the ringing in your ears lingers around for longer than you’d expected. “i am not letting some... freak! kiss hajime!”

“genevieve, y/n is not a freak,” reina defends you, oikawa following up with a ‘yeah! she’s not a freak!’ as well. “you literally just met her and you’re just mad you don’t get to kiss him.”

“and while i’m not too... happy with this either, rules are rules.” the brunette continues as she sends a disapproving look iwaizumi’s way.

“well, pucker up buttercup,” iwaizumi picks genevieve up off his lap and scoots over to you. “i’m about to make it up to you for last week.”

he leans in closer and you shut your eyes, preparing for whatever is about to come next.

his lips are soft in a way, and what’s supposed to be a quick smooch turns into a full-blown make-out session as he starts to deepen the kiss by holding you from the back of your head, tangling his hand within your hair, and tilting his head to the side for more leeway.

you try to push him away but it proves to little avail as the grip he has on your waist with his other arm is too strong. your hands mindlessly find purchase in his brown locks as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. at first, you’re hesitant, but when you open your eyes and you see him staring into your e/c orbs with that alluring look in them, you can’t help but part your lips just the tiniest amount as if to test the waters, but it proves to be more than enough room for iwaizumi to easily slip his tongue into your oral cavity, turning the kiss into battle for dominance.

he tastes like a mix of beer and mint, a strange combination but he makes it work somehow.

the hand he had on your waist trails further downwards and finds a resting spot on your thigh and you can’t help but let out a small moan at the way he starts to rub the sensitive part of your thigh as his hand inches dangerously closer and closer to your core.

it’s only when you start to hear whistling and the ‘get a room!’ comments that you remember that you’re still in the middle of a game of ‘spin the bottle’ and that there's an audience watching as you two shamelessly make out.

this doesn’t seem to faze iwaizumi, however, but the adrenaline in your body aids in your attempt to push him off of you and once you’re completely free from his grasp, you immediately make a beeline to anywhere else but this cursed room.

“y/n!” you hear oikawa and reina call after you but you would rather die than spend another minute in that godforsaken room— especially not after iwaizumi embarrassed you like that in front of everyone.

part one | part two | part three | part four

[idontblushsrry]

Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

Word Count:  1943

This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate 

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like 

“We should totally do that” 

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man 

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship. 

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it 

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died 

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down 

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

[pleasantanathema]

Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: Intimate Truths 

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader [now with a dash of Erwin x Reader]

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of death, violence enemies to lovers, angst, smut, remnants of hate sex/marking, implied cheating

Word Count: 6.3k

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          Reiner had no shame as he leaned against the door frame, eyes trapped in an infinite loop as he traced over the exposed stretches of your naked skin. You looked beautiful in the bath, warm sunlight from the window pooling over your shoulders and glistening in the water that lapped at your chest. He suddenly understood the temptations sailors must have felt toward playful water nymphs, especially when you lifted your leg from the surface, fingers sweeping over your skin as you bathed.

           You looked ethereal, serene, tempting. You looked like you were his, all the bruises and bitemarks glossy on your wet skin.

           “Finished with your phone calls?” You hummed, soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

           “Yeah, for now at least.”

           “Care to join me, then?”

           He was hoping you would ask. His arms stretched above his head for a moment, waking up the still heavy and tired muscles in his shoulders, his back. He’d spent most of the morning pacing around the living room in his boxer briefs, warding off questions from Zeke and setting up plans with Pieck. It was no longer a secret to anyone that he’d brought you to his apartment, which was a tricky thing to explain. He’d settled on telling a half-truth: he wanted some time alone with you to make you more comfortable. That was his job, after all, to butter you up and make you a willing participant in the Marleyan games.

           He swiftly shed what little clothing he had, hissing at the heat of the water as he slid in behind you. He felt like he was boiling, but you seemed content in the warmth, all soft hums and gentle sighs as you settled between his outstretched legs.

           “How is everything?”

           You peered over your shoulder at him, lashes fluttering as you took in his form.

           “Surprisingly calm. Though I do have a date planned for us.”

           Reiner brushed his hands down your upper arms, over your back, fingers spread wide as he marveled over the smooth planes of your body.

           “A date?” you laughed, breathy and sweet.

           “Mhm, Pieck wants us to meet her and Annie at the library in a few hours. Didn’t explain much, just said she’s found something interesting.”

           “Annie?”

           Your back met his chest as you leaned against him, setting a lavender scented bar of soap to precariously balance on the edge of the tub. He’d forgotten he had that under his sink; at least it finally found a purpose, though he never expected the soap to be slipping across your skin.

           “Yeah, it’s been a while for you two, hasn’t it?”

           He wrapped his arms around your stomach, your breasts resting on his forearms. There were water droplets resting on your neck, dripping down to the hollow of your throat. He tilted his head down to capture them with his lips, his tongue, kissing languidly up and down your neck.

           He quite liked this side of you. Tranquil, relaxed, it even felt domestic. The atmosphere felt much more conciliatory, like you’d both agreed to lay aside your transgressions.

           Your lips mimicked his, kissing at the pulse of his neck as your head lolled back against his shoulder.

           “I’m sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have gotten so upset with you.”

           “Don’t be,” he chuckled, one of his hands reaching up to cup your breast because he just couldn’t help himself, “you had every right to be angry.”

           Your fingers laced over his, both of you feeling the weight of your breast within your hands, listening to the rhythmic thumping of your hearts. He was transfixed by the rise and fall of your chest. It was sensual, the embodiment of life, the most natural thing for any body to perform.

          He didn’t know if he’d ever felt this intimate with anyone before. He’d never not bathed alone, always finding solace and silence in the water. But now he had you in his arms, both covered and uncovered by the thin barrier of water over your curves. It took a moment for the realization to settle in that you were really here, allowing him into your space like this. You’d allowed him in, even allowed him inside your body. It all felt like a privilege he didn’t quite deserve.

          “If you had the opportunity, would you do it all over again?”

          “What do you mean?”

          He rested his cheek on the crown of your head, thumb still sweeping over your nipple.

          “If life gave you a second chance, would you start over? Do things differently?”

          “In a heartbeat.” He didn’t even have to ponder on that answer. He’d made far too many mistakes that he wanted to correct.

          “Me too.”

          You turned your face toward him, offering your lips for him to kiss. Complying, he pressed his mouth to yours, groaning as you began a slow, careful cadence. It felt like the first time he kissed you last night, only gentler, more exploratory. He took his time traversing your mouth, teeth nipping at your lips, tongues tangling. One of your hands lifted from the water to cup his face, dripping fingers pulling him closer.

          There was a moment for a small breath as he broke away to test a new angle, his fingers twisting in your wet hair to dip your head back, open your lips wider. He smirked into the kiss when you moaned, a delightful sound that reverberated down your throat. He couldn’t get over how intoxicating you were.

          His other hand abandoned your breast, discovering new parts of the swirling, breathing cosmos that was your body, the pads of his fingers dancing over your belly. You spread your legs knowingly, moaning again as he found the softest of flesh between them. There was still hesitancy in his confidence, power behind his touch, as his fingers dipped inside of you and he curled the digits just right.

          You sucked in a sharp breath as you pulled your lips from his, his eyes opening to find your brows slightly furrowed.

          “Fuck, I’m sore.”

          “Sorry about that.”

          You laughed, lighthearted and grinning, “You are not.”

          You continued to smile through your moans, his fingers continuing to dreamily stroke and press inside you, your walls tightening at his movements. The water was splashing along the sides of the porcelain tub, sloshing back and forth in timing with his strumming of your body.

          His lips were back at your neck, mapping over places he’d already been just hours before.

          “It’s amazing this tight little pussy could fit my cock.”

          He could practically feel your skin tingle from his words.

          He circled his thumb over your clit and the high pitched moan that fell out of your mouth had his cock hard in an instant. His cock was straining against your back, throbbing and making his stomach muscles tighten.

          Your hand dipped under the water, catching his wrist and ceasing his movements. He carefully pulled his fingers out of your folds, concerned that he had hurt you as you started shifting in the tub. Small waves of water sloshed into the floor as you turned around, coming face to face with him and settling into his lap. Your warm thighs draped over his, your knees barely making space on the bottom of the tub.

          “Too much?” He was looking up at you, hands sliding down your back.

          “Not enough.”

          You captured his cock in your hand under the water, pumping at the shaft and making his head fall back. He hadn’t felt that yet—your soft palm wrapped around him, thumb circling the fat, swollen head. He had thought he could keep his control, just take a simple bath, but he should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you.

          He swallowed thickly when you lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance. There wasn’t very much he could do in this position aside from let you be in control.

          “Fuu-uuck,” he groaned, giant hands helping to keep you steady as your pussy started to suck him inside. You were so fucking tight, like he hadn’t molded your insides to be his last night. Your hot little cunt felt like heaven all over again, every inch taken in making him breathe deeper and harder.

          He watched your head lull back as you pushed all of him inside of you, lips parted.

          God he didn’t deserve this. Nothing he had ever done justified being ridden by something so beautiful.

          Your hands held on to the muscles of his shoulders as your hips started to roll. The water started ebbing with your body as you made your own tide. He looked down to where your bodies were joined, groaning so loudly it even shocked himself.

          “Yeah? Feel good, baby?” Your voice was low, sultry.

          He didn’t even notice you lean down to kiss him, gaze too transfixed on the bulge he could see from his fat cock inside of you. One of his hands drifted from your waist to your lower stomach, palm flat so he could feel the movement from inside your body.

          “You take my cock so well, princess, fuck, look at you.”

          His praise had you moving faster, whimpering above him. Your snug walls wrapped around his length was driving him mad, sending him into that headspace where all he could think about was painting your insides white.

          All his instincts were telling him to grab a hold of you and take over, but he was holding back, wanting you to set the pace with how deep he was in your guts.

          He felt your hand on his face, pulling him up by his chin. Your lips captured his, tongue greedily sliding into his mouth. He grunted into the kiss as your nails dug sharply into his shoulders. It was all messy, moans bleeding into one another as you continued to move up and down, up and down, over and over again in his lap, ass smacking into his thighs and disturbing all of the cooling water.

          “Couldn’t stand it, could you?” he mumbled into your mouth, “You had to have more of me.”

          “Mhm, your cock feels s-so fucking good.”

          “Who knew you were such a little cockslut.”

          But he was the one fading, pleasure was racing down his spine, making his toes curl. He knew he was going to fall off the edge soon, just from a few minutes of your delicious cunt sliding over him. He moved the hand on your stomach lower, thumb tracing around the folds that were enveloping his cock.

          If there was one thing he still had control over in this situation, he could make you cum. He swirled his thumb in a rather cruel pace over your clit, knowing it would send your senses into overdrive.

          “Oh, oh, oh please, please.” Your head was hanging lower, mouth permanently open with gasps of satisfaction.

          “You beg so pretty, so, so pretty, such a good girl.”

          You cried out, cunt clenching around him. He smirked, hand abandoning your hip to reach up and grab your cheeks, the other still tormenting your swollen clit.

          “Oh you like that? Like being my good girl?”

          Your head nodded fervently in his hold, lips reaching for his but he kept you at bay.

          “Y-yes,” you were breathless, breasts bouncing as you started to get sloppy, losing your mind on his cock, “I’m your g-good little girl.”

          He was going to explode. You were too fucking good, divine, even, to be saying things like that to him.

          “Fuck, Reiner, I…”

          You didn’t get the chance to say the words, orgasm ripping your body so strongly that he could feel it. He felt every muscle clench, felt your thighs shaking, felt your wet, slippery walls squeeze around him so tight he felt like he saw god.

          You looked so sublime in your bliss, head thrown so far back that your back was arched, the alluring column of your throat on full display. Your tits were heaving with stolen breath, hips slowly rocking in his lap as you pulled out every last moment of rapture that you could.

          He was so close, just needed a little more from your spent body. He used his strength to lift you up by your ass, bucking up into you roughly and using you like a cocksleeve.

          And you let him, your grip on his slick shoulders weak, body bouncing to the hurried, desperate pace he set. Everything was so wet, warm, he felt like he was slipping under the water and drowning, but he was just lost in your body.

          Reiner came with strangled roar, a gasp, some out of body experience that made his head hurt with the pleasure of it all. He felt like he was on fire despite being in the water, like his skin, his cock, were burning, pounding. And your perfect pussy soaked every bit of him up, cum spilling into your depths.

          He kept himself seated inside of you as you both came down from your highs, arms winding around your back and pulling you to his chest.

          “Are we going to make a habit of this?” He smoothed a hand over your cold, damp hair as he asked, unashamedly pressing a doting kiss to your forehead.

          “Why not?”

          You looked up at him, face flushed, satisfied. There was a bit of mirth in your eyes, something mischievous, but a lingering seriousness that made your simple question resonate.

          Why not?

          There were probably a thousand reasons why not. One of the glaring ones being that you were both prepared to hurt each other at any given moment. He’d wanted to kill you the night you were captured, and you’d wanted to wring his neck before he turned your anger into passion.

          Maybe that’s what this was now. A new way to channel all the uncertain emotions you felt toward one another.

          If that was the case, then why not? Why not fuck the most bewitching woman he’d ever met? Especially when you were so willing and so fucking tempting.

          He knew why not, but at this point, he didn’t care. He wanted you, so he was going to have you.

━━━─── • ───━━━

          It felt like the world unfortunately started turning again when you made it back to the Marleyan Warrior Headquarters. Reiner had been kind enough to loan you a scarf to keep the winter chill away, but also to keep questions about all the rather...unseemly marks on your neck at bay.

          You should’ve stopped him from being so brutish, but you knew that deep down you never would have said no. It felt too good to have someone be so eager to claim you.

          The two of you walked side-by-side through the building, winding down hallways and up the stairs toward the archives where Pieck was waiting.

          It took you by surprise how massive the library was. Perhaps it was your bias influencing you, but you didn’t expect the Marleyans to have such a vast collection of books just sitting inside of this internment zone. The walls were littered with all kinds of colored spines and oak tables were scattered around and looked dusty from never being used. Toward the back of the room, behind several incredibly tall bookcases, you could see a desk lamp shining in the darkened room.

          Reiner must have noticed you taking in the sights, your walking pace having slowed behind him.

           “Impressed?”

           Your face whipped towards him, heat creeping up your neck as you remembered the last time he said that, he was holding his hard cock in front of you.

           You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah. Only place like this in Paradis is in the capital.”

           “It’s a shame no one is ever here, I think Pieck is the only one who has used this library in fucking decades. These are all old history and science books that didn’t...fit with Marleyan teachings, if you catch my drift.”

           You caught up with him, weaving through the tables.

           “So, it’s everything that doesn’t fall in line with government propaganda.”

           “Yeah, more or less.”

           You admired him for a moment as he walked in front of you, all broad shoulders and proud, blonde head in his uniform. He looked fit to be a Vice Commander, even if you hadn’t thought so before.

           There was an urge to grab onto his arm, to latch on to safety in this still unfamiliar place. But you held yourself back; you didn’t want to seem too attached to him. You reasoned it was all because he had been the only stable thing, the only light in your darkness, for days on end.

           Annie and Pieck were seated at a table near the farthest wall, Pieck’s head down in her arms as she lazily flipped through a book, Annie’s arms crossed and her eyes closed like she was meditating.

           A slow, sinking feeling crawled into your chest upon seeing Annie. You’d been here weeks, yet never had the displeasure of seeing her until now. She looked about the same, long blonde hair swept into a low bun, lips in a straight, unamused line. Even with her eyes closed, she appeared to have the same put-out attitude she always did.

           You hadn’t forgotten that it was Annie who used Erwin’s own vertical movement gear blades to sever his arm.

           That thought lit a particular fire inside of your chest. You’d been trying your hardest not to think about him, didn’t want some kind of melancholy seeping into your spirit over the man you left behind. Annie wasn’t around to actually see the carnage she brought onto him. She didn’t experience the days sitting in the hospital, the sad, knowing glances that the scouts cast at one another when they caught a glimpse of the Commander struggling with his humanity after the loss of his limb. Over the years he had come to cope with the issues, but there were intimate moments you had shared with him that were ultimately shaped by the damage Annie had created.

           Then again, you couldn’t be one to judge. You’d encouraged Reiner to kill who you now knew to be Marcel Galliard, a childhood friend of all of them.

           All of you in this space had some kind of blood on your hands and bitter tastes in your mouths.

           Reiner cleared his throat as you approached them. You had half a mind to slide behind him, to hide yourself away behind his broad shoulders and back, but you stood still, eyes glancing between the two women.

           There was an awkward, pregnant pause as you all stared at one another. You’d yet to meet Pieck until now, so her demeanor was still a mystery to you. And Annie took a moment to look you up and down, letting herself become reacquainted with your presence.

           “Hmph, you look better in my clothes than I do. Figures.”

           Your eyes widened at her comment, the fact of you still wearing her clothes having escaped your thoughts until now.

           “Now, now, you don’t have to start off so passive aggressive. You were the one who wanted to meet, after all.” Pieck lifted her pretty head to speak to Annie, eyes blinking rather romantically as she placed her chin in her hand.

           “You wanted to meet with me?”

           “Well, I couldn’t avoid you forever.”

           You couldn’t help the smile spreading on your face. Seems like she hadn’t changed much after all. You’d learned how to dance around her walls before, you could easily do it again.

           “Please sit. I have something to share.”

           You and Reiner both took seats across from them at the small, rectangular table, your knees bumping together under the surface. You absentmindedly pulled the scarf he’d give you a little closer around your neck, not wanting anyone to see what was underneath. The two of you being...involved might just be something worth keeping quiet for now.

           “What is it, Pieck? You know we don’t have much time before the meeting this afternoon.” Reiner spoke to her softly, like she was something skittish. But she didn’t appear skittish, more like something gentle. Wise, perhaps, or just quiet.

           Pieck extracted a folded paper from below her book, thumbs pulling at the creases.

           “I found this not long ago in the War Chief’s office.”

           She slid the document across the table, the crumbled edges and a stain of some sort signaling that she had probably been digging through his trash.

           “What is it?” Reiner’s hand reached for it first, but she slid the paper more in your direction away from him.

           “I’m not sure, I was actually hoping our new...hm, I don’t know what to call you. Friend, perhaps? Ally, maybe. I was hoping our new ally might know what this is, it looks like something from a Paradisian company.”

           “And while we’re here…” Annie sat up a little straighter, placing her elbows on the table, “I want to know what Zeke wanted to meet with you about earlier. He called you in to speak alone, right?”

           You nodded your head, taking the heavily inked parchment into your hands.

           “You know, for him being your War Chief, you all seem to distrust him as much as I do.”

           “Our loyalty is to Marley, to our families, not to someone who abuses his power.” Pieck smiled at her own comment, small wrinkles framing her eyes.

           The paper had a name you recognized on it: Stohess Pharmaceuticals. It appeared to be a receipt of some kind, dated within the last few months. If you hadn't spent your time working in the intelligence sector, meaning that your office had been moved directly next to Hange’s, you probably wouldn’t have been able to decipher some of the items listed. There were orders for DNA sequencing equipment, a mass spectrometer, imaging systems, large glass syringes, and strangely enough...human fluids, spinal and amniotic.

           “Pieck, this document can’t be right. Stohess Pharmaceuticals was shut down about two years ago due to malpractice lawsuits. So either these dates are wrong, or this whole thing is just a front for something else.”

           The three heads around you all glanced toward one another before back to you.

           “No, we know they’re still in business, we were supposed to meet with them in that warehouse, that’s why we were there, I think to pick up whatever all that is listed.” Reiner admitted, which had your face lifting toward them all.

           “Zeke told me in our meeting that he was going there to get more arms and ammunition.”

           Annie looked particularly perplexed by your statement.

           “No, we would never cross into Paradis for arms. We have a deal with a group of Military Police to bring it directly across our border.”

           “You what? That’s how you’ve been getting them?”

           God, for working on this Zeke case for nearly a year, you felt so behind. But you couldn’t expect any less from the most elite military force in Marley. They knew how to dot their i’s and cross their t’s, they knew how to infiltrate, how to network, how to apparently slip under every radar you had.

           “Zeke told us we were picking up top-of-the-line medicine, that’s why we were all present. We had to be prepared to protect it. Hell we even had giant coolers ready for whatever it was.” Reiner was scratching at the back of his neck.

           “Well what it was,” you sat the paper back down, finger pointing to a specific listing, “wasn’t medicine. It was body fluids of some kind, for some reason. I don’t know whose or for what.”

           Annie snatched the receipt, eyes glaring at you as she began to speak, “What else happened in your meeting with Zeke?”

           “Honestly? Not much else. He had me record some bullshit for your brass. Made me state my name, my former scout positions, had me admit I wanted to help Marley because I knew of Paradis’s corruption. Overall he told me that he found me to be useless and that I needed to find a way to make myself useful.”

           All three of them seemed to scoff at once.

           “You’ve got that backwards. Marley thinks you are useless, Zeke was the only one who showed any interest in keeping you alive for some reason.” Annie’s words were irritated. Clearly she was tired of not everyone being on the same page.

           “You know,” Reiner sat back and crossed his arms, brows furrowing like he was trying to recall a memory, “now that I think about it, he seemed to know who you were the night the scouts ambushed us. When you couldn’t escape, it was like he was...excited. He made sure to knock you out before any of us could draw our weapons and he gave very specific orders that no harm was to come to you.”

           “But why me? Maybe he knew I had been one of the people working on his case? I mean, for the last year or so, it’s all Miche and I have been working on.”

           “That’s what we’re thinking,” Pieck chimed in, “but we aren’t sure. We were just hoping we could start working together to figure this out.”

           Something just didn’t feel right.

           Your whole world felt titled, shifted, like you’d been inside an hourglass and suddenly a celestial hand came and turned it upside down, allowing you to see everything from another perspective. You thought you’d found nearly all the tiles to this every growing mosaic while you were working back home. In fact, you and Erwin had managed to make some arrests in your border patrol for being in collaboration with the illegal arms trading. You knew there were still links missing as to who was getting them to the border, but you hadn’t expected it to be Military Police members. If only you could call and tell him right away, let him know more of what was happening, surely with the manpower of the scout unit they could reveal the whole picture of what was happening.

           There was too much going on for you to deal with. All you wanted was to be home, to be safe. You didn’t ask for a conspiracy.

           “If you’re asking me to divulge what I know, I hope you understand I won’t just be laying every card on the table. I might be playing nice, but don’t forget I’ve been kidnapped. My trust is on thin ice.”

           They all shook their heads knowingly. For a moment, you thought you saw Reiner’s hand twitch, like it was itching to come alive and touch you.

           “Yeah, we understand that. For what it’s worth, this whole hostage situation wasn’t our idea.”

           You narrowed your eyes at Annie, teeth gritting.

           “No, it sounds like you would’ve rather had me be dead.”

           “Would’ve made things easier.”

           You...you couldn’t fault her for that logic. Though it still stung to think about.

           Pieck sighed at the turn of the conversation, closing the book in front of her and preparing to stand. You almost did the same, but something about the tome in front of her caught your eye. It had very specific black lettering on the front, set in a font you hadn’t seen in ages.

           To the surprise of the table, you reached slowly for the thick, hardcover book, flecks of old red coloring falling onto your skin as you took it.

           “I haven’t seen this book since I was a kid. I was obsessed with it. Why are you reading it, Pieck?”

           You sat on the edge of your seat, waves of nostalgia washing over you as you began to thumb through the yellowing pages.

           “You’ve read this book before?” Pieck sounded confused, intrigued.

           “My mother had a copy of it in our house. She used to read the mythologies to me when I was little, then when I learned to read myself, I couldn’t put it down. I was fascinated by the stories of titans. I even brought the book to school one time to show my friends, but I remember distinctly getting in trouble for it. Mom said a book that old should never leave the house so it didn’t get damaged.”

           They all crowded a little closer to you, silence overtaking you all as you flipped through the contents of the book. Dust was spilling into the air with every page turn, sometimes covering the detailed artwork of mystical, giant beings.

           “Are you sure it was this book? Not one similar?”

           “I’m certain, I would recognize the cursive lettering on the front anywhere. I was quite the bookworm, I’d even take it outside to read when I was supposed to be playing.”

           Pieck’s slim fingers stopped your searching, pressing the pages down as you discovered the familiar two page spread of the chimerical nine titans of old.

           “This book isn’t common. We only have it here because it was brought in by the Tybur family, an Eldian noble family, when the Eldian immigration happened a few hundred years ago. Do you know how your family came into possession of your copy?”

           You all began to separate, sitting back in your seats.

           “I was told my mom stole it from the library in the capitol because she knew I would want to read it. I never really asked beyond that.”

           “I see.”

           Her tongue clicked behind her teeth, her phone vibrating on the table with an alarm.

           “Our meeting is soon. Thank you for your help, I’m sure we’ll be needing it again.”

           All four of you stood rather stiffly, a tension lingering in the air like there were unspoken words left hanging between you. Admittedly, you still had more questions, and you presumed they did as well. But time was precious, and you knew it was dangerous for them to be discussing such things with you.

           This kind of talk was treason for them. That hadn’t really settled in for you until you saw how quickly Pieck shoved the dirty receipt into her coat pocket and how Annie practically bolted from the back of the library already. Pieck waved to you as she left. She was slow on her feet, a slight limp holding her back.

           “If you have a meeting soon, does that mean you need to go lock me away somewhere?”

           Reiner actually looked quite hurt from your words, a frown twisting at the corner of his lips.

           You were alone again, which felt quite comforting. You’d gotten used to your space being occupied by him, felt at ease in his presence.

           He moved closer to you, warm, almost sweaty palms cupping at your cheeks, brushing hair out of your face.

           “Technically...yes, I should take you back to my room. But…”

           He felt too tall. You grabbed a hold of the labels of his jacket, trying to pull him closer.

           “But?”

           “But I think I can leave you here in the library for a bit. As long as you promise to be a good girl and not run away.”

           The way the deep timbre of his voice rumbled good girl had your stomach twisting into knots. He really was going to use that against you, wasn’t he?

           You both broke out into smiles, with Reiner leaning down to capture the corner of your mouth in a kiss since no one was around to look.

           “I hate you.”

           “I know you do.”

           He let you go, smoothing out his clothes as he turned to leave you.

           “I’m serious,” he called over his shoulder, “be in that spot when I come back. And if anyone comes around, you have the Vice Commander’s permission to be here.”

           You cocked your hip against the back of the chair, waving at him as he paused his walking for your response.

           “I’ll be a good girl, promise.”

           And with those words, you were alone for the first time in days. You’d been alone in your cell, been alone in the bathroom, but actually alone and...free? You hardly knew what that felt like.

━━━─── • ───━━━

           Like you promised, you stayed in the back of the library. Reiner had been kind enough to not lock you away like some princess in a tower, so you knew better than to abuse his generosity.

           It was like heaven and hell swirling together to be completely alone with your thoughts. You didn’t know what to think anymore, a cacophony of emotions and sentiments restless in your mind.

           What the hell were you doing here? Was what you were doing really for survival, or pleasure? The weight of Reiner’s kiss was still heavy upon your mouth, like a stain you didn’t want to get rid of.

           Why did you want him?

           You knew the answer to that: you’d always wanted him, desired to break him apart and find who he really was beneath all his armor.

           Your life always seemed to circle back to him, even after all these years of you moving on from his betrayal. Maybe some sick god just liked toying with you, or maybe you were meant for another. You didn’t know. But what you did know was it felt good to be in his arms, to be under his protection.

           But you could find that same happiness with someone else… you had found that felicity with someone else. But he...he never really crossed your mind anymore, did he? Not unless you needed him. You hadn’t even gotten emotional sending him that email last night, you were just too anxious about Reiner waking up, too busy licking your wounds from a brutal fucking you hadn’t expected but fully wanted.

           Some part of you reasoned that you were sleeping with him to use him, to make sure he was on your side. But you knew it was more than that, and that it was dangerous to let any romanticism sweep over your rational thinking. However, there was some part of you begging to take up his offer and run away together, especially after all these revelations about Zeke Yeager.

           You could run away from all this, but would your morality let you? You’d already let it grey by sleeping with the enemy, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to jump ship and let others bear these burdens.

           You were back in your seat, that familiar, beautiful book still laid out before you.

           You hadn’t thought about the story of the nine titans, of the goddess Ymir Fritz, in what felt like a lifetime ago. Your fingertip traced over the gods of destruction, legends of old that used to permeate your daydreams and your nightmares.

           The colossal titan. The armored titan. The attack titan. The female titan. They all surrounded the feet of the founding titan, of the goddess Ymir Fritz, with her flowing hair and her commanding horn in her fist.

           For a moment you longed to be swept away into childhood fantasies again, to be far from this world and floating in ethereal daydreams where you felt like you were above the clouds.

           You’d always assumed the book your mother had given you was special, but to be one that royal families held? You hadn’t expected that. You knew that the Reiss and Fritz families of Paradis and all their sprawling branches of cousins and relations kept a tight lock and key on family heirlooms in their estates. They believed they were descendants of these people, and given how beautiful Historia Reiss was, you wouldn’t be surprised if myths turned out to be truths.

           Reiner wasn’t gone long, just about thirty minutes based on what the lonely clock on the back wall told you.

           He returned with an unparalleled grin; he looked like a little boy holding a present behind his back, even with his fists sitting in his pockets.

           “That was quick, I thought I’d get more time alone.”

           “I have news.”

           You quirked your brow at him, leaning your face into your palm as he stalked closer to the table.

           “Must be some news for you to be wearing such a smile.”

           “Apparently, General Magath was the one who received that interview Zeke recorded. And, based on your answers, he thinks you’re harmless and somehow so willing to help Marley.”

           “Well I did try to sound convincing.”

           “It worked. They’re making you a warrior candidate.”

           You felt like doing a double take at his words. The thought of you being a candidate for the elite military unit that you were actively fighting against was laughable.

           “You’re joking.”

           He shrugged, chuckling and shaking his head.

           “I still have strict orders to keep you under my supervision, so you’re not rid of me yet.”

          “To be fair,” you stood from your seat, closing the book and circling around to get closer to him, “I don’t think I’ll ever be rid of you.”

          All that tension from before seemed to be alleviated from the air, a whole new game opening up for you to partake in. He must have felt it too, that grin still creasing the soft, blonde hair around his lips.

          You knew the undeniable truth was that you didn’t want to be rid of him. At least, not yet. Not when there were so many things to explore about him, so much skin still left untouched, so much heart still left unread.

          And just like the pages on the table, you desired to be opened and read by him, to be explored by hands you had thought about far too often.

          You didn’t want to be rid of him, not when he looked down at you with golden irises painted with remorse and misery that seemed to reflect your own inner turmoils. He was like your emotional mirror, always reflecting whatever you put onto him.

          It was beguiling, but also so, so frightening.

          “I’ll protect you,” he whispered, hands finding their home again on your face.

          “I know you will.”

[nomazee]

always (coming back to) you

pairing: hinata shoyo x gn reader  genre: best-friends-to-lovers/coming of age (?) warnings: mild angst, slight spoilers for the manga timeskip word count: 1.4k

hinata shoyo loves a lot, but it’s always been you.

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(note: this was sitting in my google docs for a while now. it’s something i looked back on every once in a while and smiled because i think this is one of the works i’m most proud of. i love shoyo as a character so much and i love writing about him and twisting him as i see fit to write narratives upon narratives about him. i hope everyone who reads this enjoys :)  thank you to @bearykei for beta-reading this! it was interesting to have someone with such a drastically different writing style beta-read my work and i really enjoyed seeing all your edits :0 thank you so much mwah)

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Hinata Shoyo loves you. 

He found this newfound feeling to be odd, at first. It made his chest ache a little bit, but it was a good kind of ache—the kind of ache that comes after spiking a volleyball really good. The kind of ache that rushes through his body after a grueling night of practice. The kind of ache that reminds him of all the hard work he’s put into the things he loves. 

Shoyo loves, he loves so hard, and it’s something he can’t help. It’s a trait that’s been wired into his brain since he was born—flooding through squishy, tiny baby fingers and a mind not yet exposed to all the world has to offer. 

Shoyo loves his mom, loves his sister, loves volleyball, and loves you. He’d never be able to rank these things—if he ever called anything his “favorite” he’d be too guilty to function. But he knows, definitely, absolutely, certainly, that he loves these things—and he loves them very much. 

Hinata Shoyo loves you. 

He first experiences this in his last year of junior high, sitting in the grass (it’s damp from last night’s rain, but he ignores your complaints about it), half-melted popsicle in hand as he talks to you about volleyball—because that’s all his world is at this point in his life. Barely passing school, and volleyball (the former is only there to keep the latter going.) 

“And I want to get better,” he tells you. You’ve heard this so many times before, and he knows you have, but not once have you ever complained about it. “I’m short, but I’m good. I know I am.” 

“I know you are, too,” you tell him. He spares a glance at you, and your eyes are shining, your attention all on him, sticky fruit-popsicle melting down the side of your hand. You don’t seem to mind it, though (ironically enough, with you complaining about the wet grass just before.) 

Something stirs in his lungs, circulates like spinning tumbleweeds (like the ones he sees in those weird American cartoons that he watches with you,) and it makes him ache, but it feels good. You’ve complimented him tons of times before. He’s not sure what makes this so different, what makes this sudden pain kick up in his system. Shoyo looks at you, really looks, and he doesn’t think anything is different, actually. Everything is the same. 

He brushes it off, and even when the pain comes back every time he sees you, he pointedly ignores it. 

Hinata Shoyo loves you. 

He realizes this in his last year of high school. You’re sitting on the same patch of grass you’ve always sat in, though it’s no longer damp, nor are there any popsicles to be found. It’s quiet, it has been for a minute, and when Shoyo looks at you, there are shattered silver stars gleaming in your eyes. 

You’re hurting. And he knows it’s because of him, because he told you he wants to leave the country, because he told you he wants to leave you (whether that be an intentional desire or not), because this marks the end of innocent adolescence, and the beginning of dreary adulthood and sole self-reliance. 

Shoyo’s lips part. He’s clumsy with words of consolation. He’s only known how to brush things off with playful distractions and make weird volleyball metaphors, but he doesn’t know… this. He doesn’t know what to do with this. With you. With the ever-aching feeling swirling in his diaphragm. 

“I can…” He pauses. “I don’t have to go—” 

“Are you insane?” You’re bordering on a shout when you whip your head towards him, brows furrowed in what looks to be aggravation and eyes wide in disbelief. He blinks at you. All of this is unfamiliar, every aspect of this conversation—the look in your eyes, the crease between your eyebrows, the anger in your voice, the fear and sadness that had planted itself in your expression just moments before. Shoyo is treading knee-deep in unfamiliar waters and he doesn’t know what to do with the violent tides that sweep beneath his feet. 

“I would— I would never hold you back from your dreams, Shoyo,” you spit at him. The meaning of your words is well-placed, but the tone of your voice makes his eyes widen in fear and his form shrink back. “Never. I’m your b—est friend, and this is what you’ve fought for your whole life. I wouldn’t hold you back from this just because of some stupid, selfish wish.” 

The force behind your voice crumbles, tears welling up in those shattered-silver-stars as your expression twists—it’s ugly, and it’s raw. A sob escapes you and God, Shoyo has never felt so strongly for something in so long.

He breaks. He sobs. You fall into each other’s arms, clutching onto one another desperately as if that will keep Hinata Shoyo from flying away. 

(It doesn’t.) 

(Shoyo never asks you what your stupid, selfish wish was all about.) 

Hinata Shoyo loves you. 

He tells you this after years of waiting. He doesn’t tell you this at the airport when he leaves for Brazil, or in the one visit he took back to Japan during his time playing beach volleyball on the other side of the world. He doesn’t tell you this during the calls you share with him in his early mornings and your afternoons. He waits, because Hinata Shoyo has learned how to wait. 

Shoyo has landed himself a place on a professional volleyball team. You’ve voiced your elation over this fact countless times, over calls and text and blurry selfies of you with tears in your eyes and a stupid, wide smile on your face. Work has been busy for you, but when he tells you “Come to my game, it’s a big one. I’m seeing Tobio again,” you don't hesitate for a second to call in sick and buy a ticket. 

(It’s expensive, and when Hinata finds out how much you paid for it he chastises you playfully, claiming that he would’ve gotten you a ticket for free.) 

He wins. Of course he wins. Shoyo flies and laughs and plays and he wins. He catches your eye in the crowd after the game ends and he smiles, reserved for you and you only, and you can’t help but smile back. 

You meet him hours after his game ends—interviews and cleaning up and whatnot take an awfully long time. You both sit on a park bench, having walked quietly side-by-side for half an hour until he reached a spot he deemed perfect for the evening. 

It’s not the same patch of grass you both used to sit in, but it’s something, and you think Shoyo is more than enough to make up for the lack of a familiar atmosphere. It’s a bit cold, but you think it’s a shame you remembered your jacket—glancing at Shoyo, you find that he looks so much warmer than the fabric you’re wearing. 

Shoyo is glancing at you too, soft smile and warm eyes and gentle flush and all, and his head is ringing loudly trying to process every detail of your presence. 

Hinata Shoyo loves you. 

(God, he loves you so much. So he tells you.)

It’s a very simple ordeal. 

You open your mouth, and he thinks you’re starting to say something like “that was a good game!” or any other mundane praise, and he knows that he should let you speak. But he’s been building up this adrenaline for years now, and nothing can stop him when he says “I love you” in that gentle tone he reserves just for you. 

You stop talking. Shoyo thinks that maybe a rejection is coming soon, but he can’t bring himself to be so upset about it. Because he did it—did what he’s been yearning to do ever since that one afternoon in his last year of high school, and the thought alone makes him invincible to whatever comes out of this very spontaneous confession. 

He tilts his head towards you. You’re staring at him. He smiles again, wide and unabashed and warm. He feels your warm lips on his and he knows he should push you away for the sake of his PR team. But, God, Hinata Shoyo is invincible right now, and getting caught in some mundane “scandal” misinterpreted by the media is the least of his concerns right now. 

(Hinata Shoyo loves you. 

He tells you, now, in subtle ways, like the way he drags his fingers against your face when you’re still sleeping, the way he kisses your temple in half-hazy consciousness, and the way he traces the ring on your left ring finger with his lips.) 

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[sixeyesgojo]

Team Gojo as flowers

Summary: Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara and Sukuna as types of flowers

Characters: stated above

Content warning: mild manga spoilers

Word count: -

A/N: I’d appreciate feedback here (and in general) because I’m not sure whether to do this kind of hc for other JJK characters or not. I am thinking of Toge in particular because I love my salmon boy. Also fyi, this was some time after 135 but before 140 for sure.

Gojo Satoru  - Nemophila

I just saw these and immediately thought about how good they would suit him???

another name for them would be baby blue eyes (no, I had no idea beforehand)

they symbolize prosperity, victory, success or triumph over an enemy

flashback to Gojo beating Jogo tf up... but add a nemophila field in the background <3

That being said, his profile literally states that he is perfect in every way (except for his personality but we still love that, right?), so if this isn't success in every way then idk

This flower's essence is also said to be helpful for those who put up a mask over their painful sensitivity

Gojo also displays characteristics of cynism and mistrust towards the higher-ups

Furthermore, I think he is a little anti-social - doesn't have a lot of friends. As someone from the secret Jujutsu World, he's bound to be hidden in a way. This is enforced by the fact that he is the strongest, so a lot of people and curses are out to get his head. I'd think he doesn't keep anyone too close to him so that they do not become a target for anyone. Must be traumatizing to be him.

This flower helps soothen the soul's conflict, healing it slowly, which is exactly what Gojo needs imo

it really is the perfect flower for him

but it's native to North America

Yeah, watch him teleport there to bring back a bouquet of them for his s/o

Itadori Yuji - Protea (orange)

This kind of flower comes in many different shapes, which is why it's a symbol of transformation, which is exactly what Yuji embodies by going from a regular human being to being a Jujutsu sorcerer

Diversity: Yuji is open to anything, Gojo even described him as "having a few screws loose up there". I don't even think he questions how he is being taught by Gojo or anything for that matter?

Yuji also embodies courage and is known to be daring and i don't think i need to explain this one further

I mean, the boy literally jumped right into a curse to rescue Sasaki and Iguchi and help Megumi while not even knowing what a curse is

Orange proteas represent cheerfulness, joy and happiness - if that isn't our sunshine boy, then idk. After what happened to Junpei, he seemed a little down at first but recent episodes have shown that he will not slow down because of that and will keep on being the energetic fluffball of joy that he is.

moreover, they also symbolize unlimited possibilities as his cursed technique so far probably isn't even his final technique yet - compared to Nobara's hammer and Megumi's shikigami. All we know is that Sukuna's techniques are going to be his over time but we don't even know the full extent of the said curse's power yet

If anyone ever mentioned all this to him and showed him the flower, he would think it looks weird at first but will grow to find it interesting (especially the shape). It's not like the flower is native to Japan, so he most likely wouldn't have seen it anywhere.

Gets really excited if you were to give this baby one of these flowers

Fushiguro Megumi - Anemone (purple)

hear me out

The most common symbol for the purple Anemone is 'protection against evil'. While it's Megumi's primary focus in his line of work as a professional, you ought to know he became a sorcerer in the first place because of his sister, Tsukimi.

Fragility: While Megumi shows a lot of potential for growth, it's also said that he will most likely stagnate due to the mental aspect. He's pretty insecure about his own abilities and doesn't think much of himself but that doesn't mean he won't use his powers in order to protect someone.

Anticipation: As previously stated, Megumi shows a lot of potential as a sorcerer, even to the point that Sukuna (mind you, the creature that only cares about himself) has praised him and will not hesitate to make Megumi a pawn to whatever his big, mysterious plans may be. With that being said, if Sukuna himself is interested in our blue-haired boy, we can anticipate great things from Megumi in the foreseeable future.

This specific flower seems to be a double-edged sword in terms of symbolism. In some cultural circles, it is believed to be a symbol of bad luck, whereas in other areas it's seen as a lucky charm (in which we hope this is the one for our boy). I see the same principle applying to Megumi's descent and his mysterious technique - not gonna elaborate further though (feel free to ask though)

a rather dark symbol for this particular flower: "death of a loved one". In this case, I am referring to Tsukimi, his step-sister. She may not be dead but it is indicated that she is in a comatose state due to being cursed. It seems that Megumi does not know when - or rather whether - she will wake up or not. Knowing this boy, he probably has tried anything and everything in his power to wake her up (hell, he probably even consulted Gojo) but nothing worked so far. This poor boy is anxious about it all the time.

he's surprised anyone would even associate him with flowers but wouldn't mind it

Kugisaki Nobara - Orchid (mainly orange)

I had some trouble finding something for her but orchids seem to suit her best

couldn't really pick a particular color though but I am leaning towards orange

orange orchids represent: pride, enthusiasm and boldness

Nobara is very proud of who she is. She strikes me as a person who is not afraid to tell her story, even though she despices the countryside where she is from. She also takes pride in staying true to herself all the time, to the point of admitting that she only enrolled in Jujutsu High so that she could move to Tokyo to Yuji, who was basically a stranger at that time

She is also very enthusiastic about her own future. She knows she won't ever like having to exorcise curses but somehow, being a Jujutsu sorcerer excites her.

plus points for her being enthusiastic about winning in the Kyoto Goodwill Event Arc and just beating up the Kyoto students

I don't need to mention her being enthusiastic about shopping and sightseeing in big cities, do I?

Bold? Oh, she is bold. She has no filter when it comes to speaking her mind and would never hesitate to put anyone in their place. I see her going places in Gojo's revolution... and cussing at the superiors.

Yellow symbolizes new beginnings and friendships. Nobara does not have any problems making new friends, she adapts fairly well in new environments. There's also the way she mourned for Yuji, despite "only knowing him for two weeks" and I don't even doubt for a second that it was her making him hold the black funeral picture frame when he came back lol

Pink: grace, femininity, joy + purple: royalty and admiration

There is no doubt that Nobara tries to enjoy her life to the fullest *cough* moving to Tokyo

Moreover, there is something about her that just screams "queen behavior" to me and I don't even mean that in the slang sense. Have you all seen how graceful this girl moves? (I would like to thank MAPPA at this point)

Nobara shows respect where it's due - I'm just gonna mention Maki here - but is a very admirable girl herself

probably has an orchid plant in her room, ngl

Ryomen Sukuna - Snapdragon

please, the name already sounds a little dangerous

This flower shares a certain character trait with him: being unique

Snapdragons are usually associated with strength due to the way they even grow in rocky areas and if that's not screaming Sukuna's name, who is all about strength, then correct me

Deviousness is practically Sukuna's second name, so this symbol isn't exactly off the track either. Let me remind you about the way Sukuna and Mahito laughed at Yuji??

Graciousness: just like Nobara, he possesses some sort of grace that makes me percept him as a majestic being

but maybe that's just his throne of bones and title as King of Curses contributing

and him owning a shrine???

or maybe that is just the way he majestetically killed that special grade lol

"Only large insects like bumblebees can pollinate snapdragons because the petals are too heavy for smaller insects to push apart." I read this and if you reverse it a little, it somehow reminded me of the fact that Sukuna's fingers need to have a powerful vessel aka small fry won't do because they will simply die away.

Deception: despite being given the minimum amount of information about Sukuna in general, I just don't see him being anything but egoistic and evil. I just cannot picture it. So yeah, put everything evil in a pot, stir a little and don't be surprised if your result is not the Powerpuff girls but a four-eyed multi-talented and deceptive curse that is out to kill you for fun

[mythiccheroacademia]

“All these kisses and hugs is not shit. You a damn drug, you're toxic.”                          —Kehlani

Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Context: Everything is the same, you’re just pro-heroes. Oh, and Bakugo defintely broke your heart when you were younger, but for some reason, you two don’t want to act like that happened?  Warnings: explicit language, sexual content (but no real smut), a couple laws were broken

Manga Recolor by XCamykoX on DeviantArt

All characters are 18+

A/N: You to me when I give you the look for feigning for this man. I swear I love Izuku. I just had to do it for the drabble. You’ll understand in a few lines. Also, idk if Hampton is a real place. I just saw it in  a hotel ad and went along with it. Enjoy <3

Bakugo Katsuki | Toxic

Bakugo Bakugo Bakugo.

He was all that was in your mind and you knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wasn’t supposed to make your stomach quiver or your legs tremble with anticipation. He was supposed to be the hallmark of your heartbroken memories—not the pillar of your desire.

You groaned before mentally making a verdict. You bolted upright and decided to trade in your battery-powered boyfriend for the real one.

Izuku.

Your boyfriend, you reminded yourself.

You shook your head. Today was a good time to be risky. You felt comfortable in your skin for once and confident enough that the right picture would make the usually reserved man run across town in four seconds flat.

Giggling in excitement, you felt your stomach fill with butterflies. You traded your pajamas for the white lacy lingerie you’d been keeping in your closet. You analyzed yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of the thigh highs for good measure. Smoothing down your fit, you grabbed your phone and tried to take an endearing snapshot of yourself.

The results made you frown. This wouldn’t do. It wasn’t demanding enough. Your eyes traveled around the room and your face brightened as an idea popped up in your head. You set the timer and set your phone against a stand.

The round of camera clicks allowed you to relax. Soon enough, each pose came easier than the last.

When you were done, you almost skipped to your phone. You couldn’t help the string of giggles that spilled from your lips as you scrolled through the photos.

These were the ones. They were enough to a send wave of goosebumps over your skin. The courage and exhilarant thrill that chilled your spine fueled you to caption the seductive pictures.

I’m feeling very lonely. Come keep me company?

You bit your lip to quell your nervous shivers. The photos were sent and all that was left for you to do was wait. You flopped face first on your bed and hopefully looked on your phone for that thrilling response of—I want you in X position by the time I get there—or something along those lines.

Things that Bakugo would say when you’d—

Stop it. Bakugo isn't who you want. It’s Midoriya.

You kept your thoughts positive as you scrolled through your texts. That is, until you noticed the messages weren’t conversations between you and your boyfriend.  

Your heart sunk into your gut when read the contact name. Flicking to the number, your throat dried up as you read that the area code was 485 instead of 487.

No no no no no no no no no no no—

You scrambled onto your knees, panting as if you had run a 10k. Your chest ached as tears burned your eyes, your fingers fruitlessly scrambed on the smart screen for any type of recall button.

“Oh fuck,” you cursed.

Swallowing the rock in your throat, you sniffed and blinked away the tears. This was your fault. You decided to go ahead and act like a horny teenaged airhead instead of doing things the mature way. There was no point in crying about it now.

You forced yourself to take a quick look of who you sent the private pictures to.

Bakugo Katsuki.  

Great.

You threw yourself down onto the bed, this time, letting a couple tears fall down your cheeks. You fucked up. Big time. Not only had you miserably failed at distracting yourself from the same man that you were supposed to stay away from, but now he had even more things to hold over your head.

As if leaving you for your best friend in college wasn’t bad enough.

You would never be able to live this down. How the hell were you supposed to face him tom—

Your phone rung.

Dread stung filled your chest. Without even having to look, you knew who was calling. His name ran bold across your homepage and the rhythmic piano song filled the corners of your room.

Couldn’t he just let you wallow in your misery? Did he really have to add on to the torment you would undoubtedly face tomorrow at work?  Maybe if you just let it ring, he’d leave you alone.

…As if. This was Bakugo you were talking about.

It was better to face him now.

You pressed the answer button and spoke.

“I know I screwed up really bad, but remember how I thought I was dyslexic? The area codes looked the same out of the corner of my eye and I didn’t mean to send this to you and it was totally meant for Izuku—“

A deep husky voice reached your ears sending waves of pleasure to your core.

“Y/N L/N, what the fuck kind of game are you playing?”

The last time he used your full name was when his hands were rubbing down the hills and valleys of your body. You nervously played with the strap on your shoulders and continued.

“Bakugo, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m stupid. Just forget I ever sent the pictures and—?“ Your brows creased together as the sound of highspeed winds flowed through the speaker. “A-are you driving?”  

The hero’s foot fell harder upon the gas pedal. “How the fuck can I forget about that when I know you own the lingerie you have in my dreams?” Bakugo blared the horn of his car and swerved around a slower vehicle. “You make me regret living in shitty Hampton.”

Your eyes widened. Hampton? Was he driving 45 minutes to—

“No, Katsuki. Go back. I’m begging you.” You didn’t realize the silk-laced voice was yours until seconds after.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want you begging for that reason. You wanna play games? Fine. When I get there, I’ll make sure to play every position in the book. But for now, I’ll entertain you. I know this is really rushed but, baby, are you wet?”

Your mouth was dry but your body was flushed. You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer. You loved it when his desperate voice was still as gruff as it was. You loved the way he’d become frenzied with arousal over a few pics. For crying out loud, he was taking a 45-minute drive to your house because of three pictures.

But Izuku. Simple, boring, good-two-shoe, Izuku. He was your boyfriend. You couldn’t let Bakugo bust in here and take you—no matter how much you wanted him to.

Besides, were you going to let the same man that broke your heart reclaim the pieces just because you were horny?

You sighed.

“Look, Bakugo. I would really appreciate it if you just deleted the pictures and forgot about it.” You gave a distorted chuckle. “Or you could delete it and make fun of me for the next twenty years. Anything, you want.”

“I want you prince/ss—“

You hissed at the nickname.

“Baby…”—you couldn’t even be bothered to stress over the pet name—"Please go back. From what I hear, you're breaking twenty-five state laws and twenty-four federal ones. It’s two in the morning and we both have to be at work in five hours. And I don’t wanna deal with the paparazzi if they catch you here. So go back home. For me?”

Choice words flew from his lips. Then there was the sound of tires screeching to a halt. Bakugo heavily exhaled.

“Damn you, Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

Relief came as a nervous chuckle. You placed your hand on your chest. “Thank you and, again, I’m so sorry. We can laugh about this later today. And—“

“But you still haven’t answered my question.”

You inhaled sharply at the curt tone of his voice.

“W-what question?”

“Are you wet?”

[estherwritess]

I was wondering if you could write something for Tendou? Maybe he's getting back to his dorm room after a long pracctice, only to find his s/o lounging on his bed wearing one of his sweaters, and reading his jump (that he hadn't had an oppourtunity to read yet) how would he react? Headcanons or a one shot are fine, I'd just love to see more content for tendou, and your blog is amazing, I love your writing :)

Thank you anon! Hearing that made my heart go uwu, I hope you enjoy this one shot too! 🥺💕 And I agree! Tendou deserves more content! 

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 842 words

You often hung out in Satori’s dorm room; it was way more fun than staying in your own dorm room after all. It wasn’t that you and your roommate didn’t get along well, but you guys had your differences, so you’d often choose to spend the night at Tendou’s room; who, by the way did not have a roommate. He also owned the bigger bed out of you two, so when he was away at practice, you’d lounge around, waiting for him to come back from practice. It happened so many times that he’d given in and had a copy made of the door key.

Classes were over for today, so you made your way over to his dorm, greeting the few acquaintances you’d made over the few months while visiting Satori. When you entered his room, you dropped your bag and flopped down on the bed. Glancing at the clock you pushed yourself up using your arms.

6:02 pm

It would take a while for Satori to finish practice, making you wonder what you could do to fill time; you had no homework left to finish as you’d had a free period after your teacher had fallen ill. It was quite chilly in his room, probably because the dorm had an issue with heaters barely working this time around. Letting yourself slide off the sheets, you padded over to his closet, hanging onto the open door while debating on which one of his sweaters you’d steal this time. Your eyes fell on the wide, school – distributed sweater which had Shiritorizawa printed in bold letters on the back

You remember them handing it out to all the members of sports teams, sadly you weren’t participating in any kind of sports, so you didn’t get one. You were pretty jealous, because damn, the school got them pretty high-quality sweaters. You saw the opportunity and slipped the soft sweater over your head. Discarding yourself of your uncomfortable uniform clothes, you also took a pair of his loose shorts and slipped them on. Pure bliss, you grinned as you let yourself fall back onto his bed, relishing in the comforting feel of the sweater, it also smelt like Satori, which made it even better.

While you were aimlessly rolling around across the soft dark blue covers, your eyes caught the edge of a magazine sticking out from a shelf in his nightstand.

Woah! Was this the newest Shonen Jump?

You grinned, picking up the fresh-looking copy, he wouldn’t mind right? You usually read it together; this time you really couldn’t wait as there was a featured piece of your favourite manga and you were itching to read it.

You were so immersed in the magazine that you hadn’t noticed the time was moving forward, fast. And before you knew it the door flung open.

“Yoo hoo! Y/N? Where’s my baby?” His expression seemed to exude excitement, but his body language told you something other, Satori looked worn out. Their coach had probably made them do a bunch of punishment laps; your face softened as you felt a bit pitiful towards your spiky-haired boyfriend.

“Hey, what are you…” he lunged forward, engulfing you as you both erupted in a fit of giggles. “Sorry Satori, I couldn’t wait to read it! You know I was waiting for that manga to be featured!”.

He stuck out his tongue, “too bad! I’m here now so you’ll have to wait”. Leaning in closer to you, his warm breath making you shiver, “you look so cute wearing my clothes, why don’t you do it more often?”.

You giggled, “I’ll try to,’ nestling yourself closer to him. When laying down with him, it was almost as if time slowed down. You were so hyper-aware of every breath, every sigh and every sniffle. These were some of the best moments there were, just you two. He proceeded to wrap his arm around you and trace your jaw, “so, how was practice?” you closed your eyes. People are always surprised when they find out Tendou is actually a gentle boyfriend; you didn’t blame them; most people only knew him as the ‘guess monster’ from the Shiritorizawa team and the fact that he was often annoying his teammates. But it was true, you’d never been with someone as gentle as he was. Fleeting soft touches, gentle words and warm hugs.

“mm, you’re a curious one aren’t ya?”, he turned his head to look at you with a big grin, “practice was good, thank you for asking”.

When you got up to get something from the adjacent room, you heard some muffled noises, you frowned and peeked from behind the door frame. There was Tendou, splayed across the bed, head pressed into a pillow kicking his legs up and down like some kind of schoolgirl in love who got a cheesy text from their crush.

“You alright there?” speaking up you stepped from behind the doorframe.

“Huh?” his eyes went wide, “yes, just didn’t expect you to look so damn cute in my clothes”.

Pfft, dork.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @afterschoolzine! Sabito and Shinobu would probably get along with tormenting bullying helping Giyu, but only after they got to know each other.

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There were many times when Sabito didn’t know what to do with the supposed human being known as Giyu Tomioka. Sure, they’d been friends since they were kids, with all the embarrassing stories that entailed. Sabito had watched as his best friend learned to ride a bike, accidentally asked out a girl (and got rejected in the same breath), and got more injuries from stray balls than was statistically probable. They’d gone through school together, even university, and by now he could confidently say he knew Giyu inside and out. Hell, he might even know Giyu better than his parents did.

Yet, despite that, Giyu somehow found a way to shock him every couple of months. Like today. Sitting in the middle of the staff room of the high school where they both taught, Sabito looked down at his half-filled coffee mug. Considering it was his second cup in the morning, he had to be awake. He glanced up once more at the nervous man in front of him. Not that most people would be able to tell. Giyu’s expressions ranged from rock to blank sheet for those who didn’t know him. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Run that by me again?”

“The students are asking me for advice,” Giyu repeated slowly.

That was exactly what he thought he’d heard. Sabito sipped his coffee, the bitter liquid jolting his senses. “They’re coming to you for advice?”

“Every morning.” Giyu’s shoulders sank at the memory. “I can’t give them advice.”

“That right there is the reason why,” Sabito muttered dryly, raking his hair as he took in his friend. To anyone else, Giyu’s words would have sounded callous, but Sabito recognized them for what they were: an admission of his abilities. An admission he agreed with utterly—sure, at that age, he’d also thought most adults were put together and knew everything about anything. Yet even just looking at him should have clued in the students that Giyu wasn’t the best choice. He was wearing a tracksuit, for crying out loud, while everyone else wore some level of professional clothing.

And no, being a gym teacher did not excuse Giyu’s lack of common sense.

Giyu nodded, taking his response far more seriously than he’d intended. “Could you do it instead?”

“Me?” Sabito frowned, not interested. He had his hands full with his class, let alone whatever kid thought that Giyu of all people was the best person to hear his worries. “You’re a teacher, too. You have to be able to handle this yourself.”

“Right.” Crestfallen, Giyu’s shoulders sank even further and he hung his head. It was like kicking a puppy.

Biting back a groan, Sabito gave in. As pathetic as his friend was sometimes, he could never let him flounder for long. “Alright, alright. I’ll help. But only if it looks like you can’t handle it.”

Giyu’s eyes almost sparkled and Sabito wondered just how long it’d be before he regretted his words.

-x-

There were many tasks Sabito had to finish before class started in the morning. Making sure his lesson plan was set, homework was marked, his supplies were ready—mornings were a busy time for him in general.

They were even busier now that he had to watch over Giyu. Even worse, he couldn’t just do it from a safe distance like a normal person. No, Sabito had to hide behind a row of bushes lining the school entryway, just centimeters away from his friend and the students as they slowly trickled in. He felt like a stalker from a cliché shoujo manga.

Peeking through the bushes, he watched as student after student was inspected by Giyu. At least it made sense now. It was hard to find a teacher alone in the morning, with all the pre-class prep. The only one consistently available and easy to find was Giyu. If Sabito were a teen and really needed the advice, he’d do it too. But only if he couldn’t wait till afterschool.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one with that thought. Sabito had been lurking in the bushes for a good half hour and students hadn’t so much as smiled Giyu’s way, let alone asked for his help. Maybe Giyu had imagined it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d misunderstood someone’s intentions. He’d been infamous—

“Yes?” Giyu asked, his voice unnaturally loud as it cut through Sabito’s thoughts.

Sabito jerked his attention back to Giyu. Next to him stood a shorter boy, his expression animated as he talked. The burn mark on his forehead marked him as one of the kids from Shinobu’s classes—Tanjirou, if Sabito remembered correctly. Giyu kept looking back at the bushes panickily, not that Tanjirou noticed.

Shoot. Sabito silently apologized before leaning forward as he strained to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“—so we ended up deciding on a school play,” Tanjirou rattled off, his eyes bright as his voice increased in pitch. “And Nezuko’s going to be the princess!”

Giyu was sweating buckets, glancing from Tanjirou, to the bushes, and then back again. He didn’t say anything as Tanjirou rambled on and Sabito had to resist the urge to laugh. No wonder the kid had flocked to Giyu. To an outsider, Giyu was a great listener. He kept quiet, didn’t interject more than necessary, and always paid attention.

However, anyone who knew him longer than a few hours would realize that wasn’t the case at all. The only reason he kept quiet was because he couldn’t figure out what to reply with and by the time he did, it was always too late to respond. It was a cycle of sorts.

“She’s so cute in her dress,” Tanjirou gushed, almost vibrating from excitement. “Though she also looks really handsome in the knight’s suit.”

Giyu opened his mouth to say something before closing it.

“It was really hard, actually, picking a position—” The bell rang, cutting off Tanjirou before he could ramble for yet another twenty minutes. Jumping in surprise, he waved as he dashed toward the school. “Sorry, I’ll explain later!”

By the time Tanjirou reached the school doors, Giyu managed a weak, “…bye.”

Sabito snickered as he stood up, dusting the leaves off his suit. Stepping out of the bushes, he approached his friend. “What was that?”

Shooting him a baleful look, Giyu closed the school gates. It creaked as it moved, almost drowning out his response. “I…couldn’t help him.”

“I don’t think he needed any help,” Sabito replied wryly, rubbing his neck. There was not a single part of the conversation that looked like Tanjirou had expected a response, let alone wanted one. When Giyu still looked downcast, he squeezed his friend’s shoulder. “Seriously, I think he just wanted someone to listen.”

“But—”

Sabito interrupted firmly, “Sometimes that’s all there is.”

“…if you say so…” Looking utterly unconvinced, Giyu slowly trudged toward the school looking like a dog on his last walk.

There were times when Sabito was certain Giyu should have tried his hand at acting, he had the theatrics for it. “Fine, fine.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll come again tomorrow, alright?”

-x-

Sabito sighed as he crouched behind the bushes once more. He certainly hadn’t expected to do this again, yet here he was, skulking in the shadows. Unlike yesterday, though, he was prepared this time with a coffee in hand.

Once more, students trickled in slowly, their arrival coinciding with club activities and class duties. Tanjirou didn’t appear this time. Yesterday’s chat must have cleared his system and Sabito resisted the urge to laugh as he remembered Giyu’s expression. This time, he’d take a photo of it. There were endless uses for it.

All he needed was a student pestering Giyu. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long as yet another one of Shinobu’s students just appeared in front of Giyu like lightning. Even if the blonde hair hadn’t given away who it was, the sobbing would have. Zenitsu bawled like a baby, water escaping his eyes like a waterfall.

“She didn’t want to date me!” Zenitsu wailed, his voice oddly clear despite his tearful state. “I bought her flowers, got her candy, and she didn’t want to date me!”

His voice increased in pitch with each complaint and maybe he should join the choir with range like that.

Giyu raised his hands helplessly, like he didn’t know what to do with them. This was perhaps the worst topic to ask him for advice. Sabito could count how many dates Giyu had been on with one hand. “Uhhh….”

“I’m going to die alone!” Sobbing, Zenitsu grabbed Giyu’s jacket and blew his nose on it.

It was almost enough to break Giyu’s stoic expression. He looked ready to die at any moment and it was a miracle he hadn’t recoiled after that.

Not taking any notice, Zenitsu pressed closer, still crying up a storm. “No one loves me!!!”

A small puddle started forming at their feet and Giyu looked down at Zenitsu frantically before turning to the bushes. There was no mistaking it this time, that wide-eyed panic was a clear call for help.

Automatically, Sabito started to rise before realizing he didn’t have a clue on how to react either. Were all the kids in Shinobu’s class weirdos? This wasn’t a normal level of heartbreak that any teen faced, no this was some existential crisis and it would take a therapist or two to fix.

All of a sudden, the tears stopped, and Sabito jerked his head up to catch Zenitsu’s smile as he pulled away. He wiped his eyes. “Thanks, I feel better now.”

Do you? Sabito almost asked, before remembering that he was hiding in the bushes like some sort of creep.

Aside from his red-rimmed eyes and runny nose, Zenitsu didn’t look like his heart had just been broken at all. Instead, he appeared practically cheerful as he skipped onward to the school. He even made a call me gesture as he passed by a girl.

Immediately, Giyu turned to Sabito’s bush, his expression identical to a kicked puppy’s.

Well, it wasn’t like Sabito had known what to do then either. Silently, he resigned himself to yet another morning in the bushes.

-x-

Wednesday was utterly absent of heartbroken boys or overly enthusiastic brothers. In fact, as Sabito sat behind a bush for the third day in a row, he had to keep pinching his wrist to keep awake. There hadn’t been a single student who’d bothered Giyu and secretly Sabito hoped that this would be the last of it. He did not like the fact that his footprints were now embedded in the mud here, or that he was seriously considering setting up a stool.

Five minutes before the bell rang, Sabito stretched his arms behind his back. Well, that was it. The only students left were the chronically late ones and considering that Tanjirou hadn’t passed yet, he was probably dashing up the street now. Resting his jaw on a hand, he waited impatiently for the kid to show.

He didn’t have to wait long. It only took fifteen seconds for a mop of brown hair to appear. A blur hurtling down the school path, Sabito could just make out a waving hand and a rush of apologies before Tanjirou disappeared through the school gate.

Turning back to Giyu, Sabito’s jaw dropped as the other infamous sibling ran in. Every part of her was a school violation, from the tips of her pink hair to her wrinkled socks to the pink contacts in her eyes. The biggest issue, however, was the loaf of bread in her mouth, making it impossible for her to talk.

There was something physically impossible about it, yet he couldn’t deny what was in front of his eyes. Looking just as shocked as he was, Giyu stepped forward to block her path. “That…”

She stopped in front of him, cocking her head expectantly. The bread remained in her mouth, the size somehow staying the same despite how much she chewed.

“That bread.” Giyu gestured at her mouth. “You will choke.”

Nezuko stared up at him for a good long second before nodding. Then she was gone again, bread still in her mouth, and Sabito wasn’t sure if she had even understood the question.

-x-

It was amazing how quickly a person could get used to something. Sabito had been sitting in the bushes four days in a row now and it felt like part of his morning routine to grab a stool, drag it to the bushes, and drink his morning coffee as he watched students and teachers arrive.

He was absolutely certain that another student would appear today, and the only question was if it would be someone who had already come or if it would be someone new. While he would never admit it aloud, this was starting to become the highlight of his day. If they made a betting pool out of it, he’d have raked in a fortune.

Well, as long as it wasn’t about guessing who’d come next, because oddities of oddities, Kanao was nervously tugging on Giyu’s sleeve today. Red-faced, she stuttered as she asked, “C-could you h-help me with something?”

Sabito rubbed his eyes, but the sight before him didn’t change. He would have thought that for any problems she had, she’d have gone to her sister. Maybe it was about Shinobu? Sensing something juicy, he leaned forward eagerly.

“I wonder how he’ll deal with this.”

Sabito froze at the slightly musical voice above him. There was no mistaking Shinobu’s voice, they verbally sparred several times a week now, and he tried to remember to breathe as she set her own stool next to him. Maybe he’d summoned her by thinking of her. That was supposed to only work with devils, but then again, she was close enough.

Not noticing his condition, Shinobu sipped her expresso as she watched the comical scene before her. “I can’t believe he actually went to you for help.”

“What?” Sabito broke out of his state to turn to her. “You did this?”

“Not exactly,” she corrected, utterly amused. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I just let my students know Giyu was very good at listening.”

“You sly fox.” Shaking his head, Sabito sighed. It made a lot more sense now, the strange students that Giyu kept seeing and how most of them were from Shinobu’s class. This had to be some sort of stress relief. “You have nothing better to do than to tease him?”

“It’s not like you’re much better,” Shinobu pointed out, rolling her eyes.

He couldn’t deny it. There were plenty of times he’d done something just to see how Giyu would react. In front of them, a red-faced Kanao kept looking at the bushes nervously as she talked and Sabito asked, “And Kanao?”

“Okay, I might have sent her.” Shinobu shrugged easily. “But he needs to get better at this. He’s a teacher, after all.”

He couldn’t deny that either. Sometimes, he wondered if Shinobu actually liked Giyu, if this was her way of showing her friendship. A bigger part of him knew better than to ask.

-x-

There was only one problem student on Saturday, and for once Sabito was certain that this wasn’t Shinobu’s doing, even if the kid was in her class. For one thing, Inosuke wasn’t asking for advice or rattling off about some personal event. For the other, he was climbing over the massive ten-foot-tall wall that surrounded the school.

Giyu stood on the other side, his hands up nervously in front of him as he got ready to catch the student.

“I! Got! This!” Inosuke grunted, straining to keep a grip on the wall as he slowly lowered himself.

“You can’t do this,” Giyu replied back worriedly, and it was at times like this that Sabito had to begrudgingly agree to Shinobu’s point. At some point, Giyu had to learn how to talk to his students.

“WHAT?” Inosuke roared, his muscles tensing as he hurriedly lowered himself. Alas, just as they predicted, his grip wasn’t strong enough and he slipped down the wall instead.

Giyu ran under him, catching him in his arms before bumping into the wall from the rush. Eyes wide, he stared at the shocked bundle of boy in his arms. “You’re okay.”

It wasn’t a question, just a statement, and it was all Inosuke needed before he tumbled out of Giyu’s hands and onto the ground. Staring up at the wall, then at Giyu, Inosuke growled, “I could have handled that!”

“You couldn’t,” Giyu replied honestly and Sabito face-palmed. Honesty had its place, but Giyu had never figured out what that was.

Instead, he had said the worst words Inosuke could have heard, riling him up. “I CAN! AND I WILL!”

As he ran to the school like a rampaging boar, Sabito sighed. This wouldn’t be the last time Inosuke climbed over the school wall, not by a longshot.

-x-

“So?” Giyu asked, looking just as nervous as he had last week when he’d first brought up the issue. There was something expectant in his eyes, something that wanted more than just empty compliments.

Sabito scratched his cheek. Despite Shinobu’s meddling and aside from Kanao, the other students had genuinely come for Giyu’s help. And luckily, none of that stuff required actual help. If anything, they seemed content with just someone listening. Luckily, listening was Giyu’s strength. “You’re doing fine.”

“I am?” Surprised, Giyu stared at him as though he’d grown two heads.

“Really, you have!” Sabito clapped his friend’s back. “Just keep doing what you always do, and it’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly, Giyu nodded. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Sabito smiled. This was all for his friend’s sake, he reminded himself. So Giyu could become a better teacher.

This was not in the least because Shinobu had promised a more exciting problem next week.

[mistaeq]

Can I get a small drabble with a sick Rohan? Like his s/o has to take care of him but he's really stubborn?

Sick!Kishibe Rohan: Working Fever

TW // none

Thank you for your request♡ This is totally NOT a drabble. Inspiration carried me, and a small fic was born. I hope you enjoy this !! Sorry for the amount of time it took for me to post this.

SUMMARY: Kishibe Rohan is sick, but above all, is stubborn. Will you be able to properly take care of him? Neutral!Reader.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

You were pretty sure you had seen, from the half covered by the curtains window, his figure rushing out of his studio to run towards the bedroom. Damn it, you knew you shouldn't have trusted him.

You had left Rohan in the bed that morning, when you left to get to your own job. He had a high fever and a bad headache. You had noticed he was sick, because he took more than his usual fourteen seconds to stand up after his alarm clock rang. The mangaka groaned in his pillow, and tried to push up from the mattress, holding up his head with his eyebrows furrowed. He sat on the edge of the bed for at least a minute, and then slowly stood up.

All of this, under your shocked gaze. You had lifted your head up from the pillow, and looked at his disheveled green hair. Usually, you had no time to see it like that, since the moment you turned towards him, he already had a headband on. But now, he was there, clearly not okay, the red headband he had planned to wear, still on his bedside table. "Rohan...? Darling?" As soon as he heard you, he moved his head to slightly look behind himself. "Are you okay...?"

"Yes." he mumbled, stretching his back. "I'm fine. I'll just..." Rohan paused for an instant, to take off the greenish tank top he was wearing in bed. "I'll just go and refresh myself." he finished, throwing the tank top on the bed and slowly moving towards the bathroom. You were pretty sure you had seen a suspicious, red color all over his cheeks, when he turned towards you.

As he disappeared behind the bathroom door, you instantly moved to grab his topwear to check on it. What the hell. It was full winter, yet both Rohan's mattress side and his tank top were drenched in sweat and extremely warm. Needless to say, you started to worry for your boyfriend. This wasn't exactly normal. Plus, you had noticed he had kept on covering himself with blankets always more, that night. And he hated blankets.

You immediately stood up and walking away to the bathroom Knocking at the [Heaven's] door. - i am deeply sorry. - "Rohan?" you heard nothing more than just heavy breathing. No wonder, after some minutes you pushed on that doorknob yourself anyway, as you found your significant other in front of the wash basin, red faced and sweating.

"Oh, you're right, I'm... I'm taking too much time getting ready. Let me finish washing my face and I'll be out of here." he said, clearly understanding you were checking on his health and trying to play it cool. 

"You are not okay at all, what the hell..." you murmured, ignoring his attempt to look like he was fine and pushing his shoulder a little to make him bend down and press your lips to his forehead.

"What the fuck, y/n..." the mangaka almost scolded you, trying to pull away from your grasp. But his muscles were all the way weaker, that morning. You kept him in place and let go of him only after some seconds, grabbing then his wrist and pulling him towards the kitchen. "Oi... what are you doing...?" Rohan complained, stumbling on his own feet as you pulled him with you.

"You're warmer than an oven. This is fever." you stated, pointing towards the armchair as soon as you got to the living room, right in front of the kitchen. "Sit." Rohan was so stubborn, you were aware you would have had to raise your voice if you wanted him to listen to what you were telling him.

"Y/n, I gotta get some manga pages drawn for tomorrow, I really have no time-"

"Sit." you repeated, moving the armchair towards him with your stand. "I'll get a warm cup of tea prepared for you. It helps." your asserting voice convinced him, as he sat and witnessed you sticking a thermometer in his mouth.

"Y/n!" the green haired protested, pouting with the cold medical tool in his mouth. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, like a grumpy baby about to throw a tantrum. He so desperately wanted to go and get to start working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy. What if maybe... just maybe, he could get you to change your mind with a little trick... "Heaven's Door." he whispered, right when you turned around to go and prepare him some tea.

Your boyfriend's stand, in fact, showed up, slowly walking towards you. No wonder, the mangaka would have wanted it to move in a quicker way, but... "What is this sound..." you asked yourself, hearing little feet sounds. You turned around, to get greeted by a weak Heaven's Door, red cheeked and tired looking, coming towards you. What hurt you the most, was that it effectively was Kishibe's soul. What kinda tiredness and burden did he carry inside of him, apart from fever? "Oh, Heaven's Door..." you murmured, being deeply sorry. It didn't even have the strength to attack you as Rohan would have wanted.

"I'm cold..." the mangaka said in a low voice, kinda hoping you wouldn't have heard it, while you were busy observing his stand. But you did hear him. You didn't move from the kitchen stoves, this is why the green haired, stubborn boy got surprised, when he saw your stand rushing towards him with a blanket. "Y/n... come on, no..." he tried to protest, as strong arms covered him and caressed his head. You giggled at his cute, tired voice trying to get your stand away from him, as you picked Heaven's Door up, just like a baby, kissing its warm, red cheek.

"Who's the cutest? Who is it?" differently fron Rohan - if we can afford to say so, since it's his own soul -, the little porcelain colored guy loved being praised and being taken care of. You were aware of it, as it giggled and if possible, blushed even more, not for the fever, but for the compliments. As you waited for the sick mangaka's tea to be ready, you approached his armchair, giggling. "Look at your stand, so cute... how would you feel about having/adopting a baby?"

Kishibe spat out the thermometer, as your stand luckily caught it before it broke on the ground. "A BABY?" he coughed. "DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE THE TIME AND THE WILL TO HAVE ONE?" he squealed, his voice making it difficult to scream properly, you laughing and letting Heaven's Door down.

"No, Rohan, not at all..." you said, letting him understand you were being rather sarcastic. Your stand sticked the thermometer in your hands. "Let's see how bad your fever is..." your eyes widened, staring at the result. Damn, 39,5 °C. More or less 102 °F. This was a high one. Poor boyfriend of yours... especially considering how bad he cares about fulfilling his work expectations. But you wouldn't have let him even think about working. That you hadn't considered a little insignificant detail, which hit you when you heard your phone ringing.

Oh dear. Sick boyfriend, the thermometer, the tea, the phone... Somehow, you saw Heaven's Door's little hands grab your cell phone and hand it to you. Really, really sweet of it. But... "Rohan, love, please don't make your stand do many tasks. As you're sick, it is sick, too." you whispered, before squeezing the phone between your shoulder and your cheek, while walking back in the kitchen and checking on the tea's state. "Yes?" on the other side of the phone, obviously, your boss.

You had found yourself so many times complaining about how strict your boss was, and you perfectly knew that being absent would have caused him to get very, very angry at you. Worrying and taking care of Rohan, you had forgotten to tell him that you would have been late. For that, your boss was really furious, and told you that if you wouldn't have managed to get there in less than ten minutes, you would have been fired immediately.

On the verge of tears, you quickly shoved the cup of tea in your boyfriend's hands, and ran to the bathroom to wash and get dressed. The mangaka had noticed that your mood had suddenly changed, but you also didn't want him to get worried about you. So, you immediately washed your face to avoid stray tears to come out of your eyes. The green haired artist had never been so sick before, and you kinda knew that it would have been better for you to be by his side. But your boss would have never listened to you or cared about it, anyway.

Also, you knew Rohan enough to know that as soon as you would have put your foot out of the door, he would have rushed to his studio and started to draw, and work, and write for his manga, despite his high fever. And that was exactly the thing you wanted to avoid. In fact, he had moved in your bed, the cup of warm tea in his hands, when you kissed his boiling forehead to say bye, as you were about to head to your office. "I know your manga is important. Everyone's job is important to earn money and relevance. But Rohan, please. Even more important than salary is health. And you really, really lack it now."

He stared at you, sweating but still feeling cold, as he curled up a little more in the blanket. The thought of him faking obedience ran through your head, but you'd rather think this time he'll realize he can't overwork himself while he has a high fever. "I get it, y/n. I won't work, today. Promise." Kishibe Rohan was promising. Maybe you felt your heart relax. Maybe now you knew he would have listened to you. You rushed out of the house with a doubt, anyway.

You couldn't help but notice how quickly he had agreed with you that it was better for him not to work, after he had been insisting he needed to draw for his manga until the previous minute. Suspicious. This made you worry. Hoping he could be so smart to understand he just couldn't even try to work in his condition.

As soon as you got to work, you couldn't avoid receiving a long, annoying, exhausting speech from your boss. It almost felt like a lesson about not being late or not being absent without a proper reason. But you couldn't even hear any of his words, to be completely honest. Your mind was all the way focused on how was Rohan, what could he be doing, and whether he was really resting or had lied to you when he promised. Hours passed slower than a snail, you were eager to get home and check on your man, to see how he was and what he had done while home alone.

For a second, you thought about doing what you were used to do every day: calling him by the phone everytime you came out of your office and were about to head home, just to hear from him before seeing him personally. But this time, you chose not to, because you didn't want him to know that you were about to get home. You wanted to "surprise" him in whatever he was doing. You realized that had been a good idea when you parked in front of your shared house and hopped out of the car.

You were pretty sure you had seen, from the half covered by the curtains window, his figure rushing out of his studio to run towards the bedroom. Damn it, you knew you shouldn't have trusted him. You weren't angry at him. You admired him, for his will to work despite his sickness, but you were disappointed. Disappointed because he had promised. Your trembling hands turned the key in the keyhole, and pushed the doorknob to get into the house. "Rohan?" You immediately called, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, sneezing into a tissue. "You aren't resting."

"Actually, I just came out of my studio." ...What? Was he being honest to you? Maybe you judged him the wrong way? He continued. "I was checking my latest manga pages." The mangaka slowly took you by the hand and brought you in his studio, under your confused eyes. "Look." he said, pointing to some familiar pages. You eyes lit up.

"The same pages as yesterday..." your eyes grew watery. You had grown touched by it. Rohan had listened to you. "You didn't work... I love you so much... I am so damn sorry for doubting you." you whispered, gently wrapping your arms around his torso and happily jump out of the room to go get some dinner prepared for your sick lover. "I'll prepare your favourite dinner, tonight! I'm proud of you!" you loudly told him, making his heart beat faster, in pride.

The truth is, Rohan would have never wanted to disappoint you. Because he was aware of the fact that working, drawing, and writing while he was sick would have made your trust in his regards slowly disappear and would have made you suffer at the thought of him overworking himself. He huffed, fixing the blanket around his body and slightly smiling, eyeing at the pile of new pages he had drawn that day, perfectly visible on his desk.

"Y/n, you always worry about me so much, I don't even know how to thank you for it." he mumbled, to himself. "What a good thing that this morning, Heaven's Door managed to write on your body that you wouldn't have seen today's work of mine even if it was right in front of your eyes." the mangaka closed his sketchbook, and after a couple of minutes, joined you in the kitchen, asking for your day at work and admiring the smile he made you pop on your face.

[bruh-haikyuu]

A/N: Iwaizumi domestic AU!! I am here to quench your Iwaizumi Hajime father-of-three thirsts.

On another note: Haikyuu manga ends today :(( Guess who’s gonna fucking DIE. Anyways, this manga has left so much of an impact to me, I feel like it’s already imprinted in my heart. Thank you so much to Furudate for making such a wonderful story, and may their stories flourish! I’ll still make content though, I’m really waiting on that new light novel and the second cour of the anime pspsspsps 👁👁

ménage. | iwaizumi hajime episode 1 – haimish.

summary: in which your oldest son is about to begin elementary school, but your husband misplaces the documents while in a frenzy.

word count: 2215

warnings: manga spoilers!!

(adj.) homey; cozy and unpretentious

At seven and four, Kazuki and Isao were at the age where they couldn’t keep their messy doodles confined into the sketchbooks you’d bought for them.

The first victim to their mischief was the wall in the kitchen beside the door leading to your backyard. It was a small parade of animals, with streamers and party hats. Tiger-san with his jagged crown, the dainty family of rabbits, and the hefty Bear-san (“No, Mommy! That’s Cat-san!” your second oldest had huffed indignantly at the clutter of crayon circles) who was at the very front of the entire crew. Your boys were lucky enough that it had been you who’d walked into their little streak of artistry. An understanding glance had been enough, seeing that you probably weren’t so different back then. You’d clean it up with a secret trick your mother had taught you and everything in the Iwaizumi household was back in business. Easy-peasy.

But had it been Hajime who’d encountered their mess... let’s just say you wouldn’t hear the end of the boys’ shrill wails until the next week.

Unfortunately for you and your trusty washcloth, Kazuki and Isao’s artistic escapades didn’t stop at the kitchen wall. Next, it was the floors, the windows of the entrance and even on the door to your bedroom (with a side of elephant stickers that you’d admit were pretty cute). Thus, it didn’t take very long for your husband to finally be faced by their “little” temperament. And not very long for the boys to be faced by their father’s wrath.

But there was simply a stubborn rock settled somewhere in your sons’ heads—they get it from Hajime, you’d kept telling yourself—and for simply the reason of being boys in their early youths, they kept on drawing. Everywhere. Anywhere.

At least the both of you were thankful enough for Hina-chan. Still a tiny ball of warmth curled up cozily against in your arms, Hina was the youngest and the only daughter in your modest family of five. And the least likely source of your daily hurdles.

“By the time Hina learns to hold a pencil, should we just introduce our home as an art gallery or something?” Hajime had asked you rather comically after seeing the colorful family portrait Isao had drawn in one of his reference books.

Though Kazuki, your first child, was completely aware of his responsibilities as an older brother, it was concerning enough that he still hadn’t let go of his childishness. He was seven now, and in a few months, delving into April, he’d be in first grade. Maybe he was simply rowdy in nature... who knows? With a gruff husband like Iwaizumi Hajime, anything was possible.

Elementary school... you pondered, gazing softly at your family in the living room. Hajime cradling Hina in one arm while he and the boys cheered wildly at the service ace that was displayed on TV. How exciting.

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“Remember to ask for ‘Ichimura-sensei’, alright? She was the teacher I talked to when Kazuki and I checked the school. She’ll know the details I asked her about in the last meeting so you just have to give her the application form.”

Hajime suppressed a chuckle at your adamant ramble. “You’ve only been telling me this all week. I won’t forget, you know.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, bouncing your sleeping daughter in your arms. “I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong. This is our firstborn we’re talking about.”

“Trust me, Y/N,” he smiled. “It’ll be fine.”

You could only nod quietly. Was it the maternal instinct within you that was acting up? It all felt too soon, too quick. If you blinked, Kazuki would’ve already gotten married already... You weren’t ready for that.

But the least you could do was get used to the changes that were going to happen around the house. Starting with this.

“You’ve brought the form with you, right? You didn’t forget it?”

You felt bad that your husband was being held up at the entrance to your little home, but it couldn’t hurt to be just slightly careful. Unclasping his bag, he scrabbled through it, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ve put it in a folder here last night, so there’s no way it would—Eh?”

More rummaging.

“Hajime, is everything alright?”

He was pulling things out of his bags now. 2000-yen bills, crumpled receipts, his packets of protein shakes, Hina’s diapers. But no application form. Nothing.

“I-It’s not there.”

“Huh?!”

“H-Hold on, I’ll check our bedroom,” his voice was in the least reassuring tone he could muster and you felt your heart drop a million feet into the ground.

Why would this happen now of all times? The document was already filled and sealed with your inkan*, payments documented, crucial information written on that single sheet of paper. Crucial information you couldn’t afford to fill in twice... and it was missing?

You really didn’t want to think about how today was the last day to submit applications—

“Kazuki!!” Hajime’s thunderous voice cut through the silence.

A tiny echo of pattering footsteps and Hina shifted against your chest but did not wake. You were thankful enough; anymore ruckus and your sanity would snap.

Yawning, your eldest scratched his dark bedhead and sauntered over to his father who fisted a sheet of paper in his hand. “Daddy, you’re too loud...”

Putting the paper onto full display, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at what was on it.

Had the form always been so... colorful? You could barely see any writing on it, covered by the persistent doodles your son had scrawled over. Mixes of hiragana he’d been practicing, completed with small side drawings—Anpanman*, some horses and a purple paddy field. All in all: it was a mess. But it was clearly the form you’d filled in. And it was clearly Kazuki’s mess.

Hajime scowled, the space between his eyebrows wrinkling. “Did you do this?”

“...No.”

“Well it couldn’t be Isao or Hina, couldn’t it?” he seethed. “Don’t take me for an idiot. Isao’s been having playdates all week and Hina can’t draw yet. What did I tell you about drawing outside of the papers and books we gave you, huh?!”

“B-But I was just trying to help!” Kazuki exclaimed. “You and Mommy are always so busy taking care of papers. So I thought if I helped you write in it... you’d come and play with me again.”

Suddenly, a lump rose in your throat. You were always so busy taking care of Hina and Isao and their immeasurable demands, and your husband was either at work or out playing volleyball with the neighborhood team. You wondered how lonely it was for him the entire week you were taking care of the registrations.

How lonely it was, despite being surrounded by so much people.

Your husband, however, was completely unfazed. “Go to your room.”

“But Daddy, it’s not—!”

“Kazuki.” Each syllable he drew out sent a shiver down your spine. In a split second, the Iwaizumi household’s living room grew cold. “Go. To. Your. Room! Put your arms above your head and keep it that way until I come back!”

As if on cue, the waterworks emerged.

“I hate you, Daddy! I hate you! You never listen to me!” and that was the last thing you heard from the tear-streaked boy before he stumbled through the hallway, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

“...Mmn,” Hina roused, her tiny button nose flaring, and you instantly knew what was to come. Oh no...

Sighing in defeat, your husband crossed his arms and ambled back towards you and the bawling baby in your embrace. Pressing your lips together, you mumbled to him. “You could’ve been a bit nicer to Kazuki. Now look what happened.”

“He’ll never learn his lesson if I don’t get strict,” he said, the guilt crossing his eyes. Swimming. Settling. “I’m going to go ahead to the school before they close for the day. Ask if they’ve got anymore forms I can fill in there.”

You nodded, hands coming to rub gently against your daughter’s back as your husband kissed your forehead—a daunting ritual you did before whenever he left the house.

Then, he bent down to softly coo at the red-faced infant. “Hina-chan, how about a kiss for Daddy before I go?”

The result: Hina only cried louder. Repelled by the sudden change in volume, Hajime scratched the back of his neck remorsefully.

“I get it, I get it... I’m the bad guy today,” he rustled. “I guess I’ll be off now. I’ll leave the house in your care, Y/N.”

You smiled at him, your hard-working husband with a weak spot for your little family. “Be careful, Hajime-kun.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, you were left to your terror again. A crying seven-year old, a crying baby, and if all the noise were to wake up Isao from his afternoon nap... Geez, what a mess...

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Hajime really felt like he knew this guy somewhere... High school? A volleyball match? That refreshing aura wasn’t really difficult to tell apart, either...

“You’re number 2 from Karasuno High, ain’tcha?”

“Uwaah... Seijoh’s Iwaizumi Hajime...” Sugawara twinkled, the grey cowlick on his head standing up straight. “The atmosphere of an powerful ace really is hard to miss.”

Hajime blushed. When was the last time someone called him a ‘powerful ace’? He had you to call him that whenever you were feeling nostalgic, but otherwise, that label was a shard of the past.

“Sugawara-san, right?” he recalled. “You work here at this school?”

The man chuckled. “Yep! I’m a teacher now. How about you, Iwaizumi-san? What are you up to here?”

“Oh, I’m looking for Ichimura-sensei. I want to talk to her about the registration for my son.”

Sugawara shook his head for a moment before replying.

“Unfortunately, Ichimura-sensei is out with the flu. That’s why I’m covering the weekend shift for her. You can just give the forms to me, and we can look over the terms and conditions.”

What luck, Hajime thought. But at least having this guy around wasn’t going to be as bad of an experience.

“Ah... about that...” he started. “My kid drew all over the application form and I don’t remember making any copies. So, would it be a problem if I did it again right now? Me and my wife are in a bit of a tough spot at the moment.”

By the grace of God, Sugawara said, “I don’t think it’d be a issue. Let’s go to the office and discuss it together. Before that, can I ask for your ID, Iwaizumi-san?”

“Ah, yeah, sure, let me just get my wallet...” filing through his bag, Hajime rifled through the stacks of paper, looking... searching... And when he got to his wallet: “Huh?”

There it was. The application-payment form he’d filled in last week, in its pristine glory. And with absolutely zero drawings on it. There was his family seal and everything. Down to both of your signatures, in the blue ink you’d insisted on using (Hajime never really bothered to make out the different uses of different inks).

“The form...” he muttered. “It must’ve slipped from the folder or something. Then that means the one at home was probably a copy...”

Freezing, Hajime realized. Crap. What have I done?

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By the time Hajime got home, the house was already quiet again. Isao and Hina were asleep in your bedroom—Hina in her crib and Isao laid spread-eagle on the limited expanse of your queen-size bed. Taking the opportunity of a silent home, you decided to use the time you had to eat some sweets you’d secretly stashed in the fridge away from your children’s eyes.

“What a ravenous wife,” he’d teased, only for you to smear a dollop of whipped cream across his face in retaliation.

It didn’t take him long to realize the muffled sobbing from Kazuki’s room had subsided too. Curiosity getting the best of him, your husband stepped inside the danger zone.

Hajime always thought that Kazuki was a peaceful sleeper. He could sleep anywhere and still look like he was having the time of his life. During times like this, where Hajime was drained empty at the end of the day, he couldn’t help but feel jealous of his son.

Gingerly picking him up from the carpeted floors, Hajime rested Kazuki’s head on the crook of his broad shoulder, his gentle breathing blowing faint breezes next to his nape. Looking down at the smattering of papers on the ground, he reached down to read one that Kazuki had presumably written right before he was knocked out cold.

I’m really sorree Sorry Daddy :( I promise to never draw on your things ever again. Kazuuki

Below the large lopsided text he’d written in crayon was a smudged drawing of (what seemed) to be him. Well, if Hajime was a stickman with prominent eyebrows that stuck out of his face.

“I’m sorry too, kid. Guess I was being unfair, huh?” he murmured. “I’ll make it up to you once you wake up. We’ll all play together. Me, you, Isao, Hina and your mom. We’ll use as much time as we have left.”

And Hajime never backed down on a promise.

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Glossary:

inkan - personalized seals used in lieu of signatures in paperwork

anpanman - a Japanese children’s superhero cartoon character, looks like this

[karasunovolleygays]

UshiIwa Fic Recs

(that nobody asked for)

Hello! It’s my distinct pleasure to welcome you all to UshiIwa hell! I’ve been malingering here for years, but with new developments in canon, it looks like I am no longer stuck on Gilligan’s Island (me plus the six other sad bastards i’m stranded with). 

As a long time sufferer of this ship, I would like to introduce you to some of my favorite UshiIwa stories, including a few of my own bc tag smol. :’)

Rating: G/T

I Lose Control by voices_in_my_head Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, OMC (Coach) Summary: "He looks to the bench, where Iwaizumi’s eyes dance from player to player." Words: 1,538 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: this is an interesting study of how Ushijima would deal with an injury at a crucial moment when everyone is counting on him, plus a dose of priority.

Cordially Uninvited by Karasuno Volleygays (that’s me) Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Possible Current Manga Spoilers, Established Relationship, Paparazzi Summary: Paparazzi haunting notable people has always been a problem, but Hajime and Wakatoshi opt to clear the air on their own terms. Words: 1,279 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: I thought it would be interesting to see how Ushijima would deal with celebrity and subsequently strangers poking their noses in his personal business.

Three Doors Down by Karasuno Volleygays Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Fluff, More Fluff, pretty bara men bonding over dogs Summary: When Ushijima inherited a property that had seen better days, he found himself spending a lot of time and effort in a new part of town restoring the house to its former glory. However, he didn't expect a litter of puppies in a yard a few houses over to revive his spirit, as well.

He certainly didn't anticipate their owner stirring something to life within him, either, but that was a development he didn't need much coaxing to get used to. Words: 13,145 Chapters: 2/2 My notes: I have no excuses for how fluffy this is.

you're good, too quickly admitted by pyrality Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Coffeeshop AU, College AU, Fluff, Getting Together, Awkward Flirting Summary: Iwaizumi sits back in the chair, "Oikawa thinks I could do better."

Ushijima swallows, eyes still on his laptop screen, "And what do you think?"

"I think I'd like to go out to lunch with you sometime."

He looks up at the other boy, feeling warm at the sight of Iwaizumi's crooked, barely there smile, a challenging twinkle in his eye.

"Oh," Ushijima manages before he recomposes himself, "I'd like that.” Words: 2,731 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: UshiIwa dating to spite Oikawa is too good to turn down.

Alight by Karasuno Volleygays Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Time Skips, Rivals to Lovers Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime can't believe his soulmate is the guy who just wiped the floor with his team, but there is no denying the fact that he is irrevocably linked to Ushijima Wakatoshi. Words: 4,504 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: If you’re interested in them getting to know each other through their failures and vulnerable moments, this is probably your jam.

Baby It's Cold Outside by RarePairGremlin Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Winter, Cuddling, light grinding, hints to smut but nothing is described, jaw kiss, Kissing, Fluff, Established Relationship Summary: The childish grin spread over his lips again as he faced them, his gaze roaming up them slowly as an idea formed. Ushijima, ever prepared, was fully dressed in thick socks a pair of blue sweats, which they had tucked into their socks like the crime against fashion they are, and a thick hoodie. He knew for a fact, since he’s stolen it enough times, that the hoodie was fuzzy and soft on the inside. Beside them lay a steaming cup of tea, the bag still steeping inside as they liked their tea strong, and the aforementioned throw lay comfortably across their lap. A perfect image of warm and cozy.

It would be a shame if someone was to disturb that now wouldn’t it? Words: 1,471 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: This is exactly what it says on the tin, plus a bonus NB Ushijima!

the ghost in your room by mousecat Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Unrequited Love, Unrequited IwaOi, oikawa is a bit of a dick Summary: Hajime finds a way to get over Oikawa Words: 1,173 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: It’s an oddly pleasurable mixture of fluff and a punch in the throat.

Good Graces by Karasuno Volleygays Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Arguments, Mending Fences Summary: Hajime is pissed at Wakatoshi for something he admits he did until he finds out the real reason he did it. Then he feels like a jackass. Hopefully, his live-in boyfriend is up for a good old fashioned groveling session. Words: 2,059 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: Making your otp mad at each other is hard and it hurts, but the communication afterward is so important. 

lit the very fuse by mousecat Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Getting Together, Unrequited Love, Christmas Eve, Mostly Fluff, ushiwaka is a soft boy, you can never convince me otherwise Summary: Hajime isn't sure what he and Ushijima are to each other, but he knows he's still stuck on Oikawa. Words: 2,609 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: If you like FWB to Lovers, step right up and scream into the void with me. 

Once An Enemy. by BGee93 Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Getting Together, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Aged-Up Character(s), Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Not Beta Read, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluffy Ending, Volleyball, Volleyball Dorks in Love, Volleyball Dorks & Nerds, volleyball mentioned not played, Getting to Know Each Other, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Friendship/Love, Idiots in Love, Declarations Of Love, Dorks in Love, Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Coffee Shops, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Coffee, First Dates, Awkward Dates, Aobajousai, Shiratorizawa, boyfriend sweater, Confusion, Cliche, cliches, Awkward RomanceAwkward Meetings, meme team - Freeform, Slow Build, Slow Romance, very slow burn, Sleeping Together, Sleepovers, Bonding, Forced Bonding Summary: 'It took several minutes to catch his breath again and to stop hissing through his teeth at the areas that throbbed, until they were just a dull ache. Once Iwaizumi felt he was able to move again he slid his hands up the strangers chest, ignoring the ripple and twitches his touch caused since the situation was already awkward enough without Iwaizumi appreciating the well toned muscle under his fingertips, as he pushed himself up till he was able to look at the persons face. There was more lighting on the bottom floor, as it was closer to the illuminating street lamps outside, so he was able to make out exactly who the man was within mere seconds despite the face still being quite shadowed. And the identity shocked him into stilling every joint, muscle and fiber of his being.

Oh hell no.' Words: 20,130 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: This was written for me as a gift in an exchange a while back. Have I stopped screaming about it? Not bloody likely.

Rating: M

Focus (On Me) by Verbrennung Tags: Underage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ushijima is a 1st year, lots of staring, and looming, and crowding, Seijou!Ushijima, rated for ~makin' out~ Summary: Nobody had foreseen future Super Ace Ushijima Wakatoshi transferring from Shiratorizawa to Aoba Johsai for high school. Everyone's curious to know why, and as Iwaizumi discovers, some of his reasons are... unexpected.

An AU in which everything is mostly the same except Ushijima is a first year at Aoba Johsai and has a huge, looming crush on Iwaizumi. Words: 12,454 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: This should probably be rated T instead, but whatever. If you ever wanted to know how much of an awkward bastard both of them are when they’re into someone, this is your jam.

Point Blank by Karasuno Volleygays Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Future Fic, Brief (but pertinent) Mention of Homophobia, Slow Burn, Financial shenanigans, Scary Men with Guns, Minor Character Death Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime accepted a position at a company that was going places, and he knew he had a bright future ahead of him if he just kept his head down and worked hard — a future his family desperately needed him to achieve. He didn't count on an old rival working in the same building, nor Ushijima Wakatoshi's surprisingly cordial demeanor, yet he managed to make an unlikely friend and an even more unlikely roommate.

But when Iwaizumi climbed up the company ladder and into some of the more shadowy recesses of the corporate realm, he knew they would both get more than they bargained for, and the only person he knew he could trust was Ushijima. Words: 44,981 Chapters: 12/12 My notes: This was my first UshiIwa and I still think about it a lot. Imagining these guys in regular jobs is strange, but kind of endearing when you get a feel for how they live their lives after volleyball.

Rating: E

Flare by fish_wifey Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, From dislike to like, Tension, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, Dressing Room Sex, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial Summary: Ushijima's forwardness makes Iwaizumi edgy, but after they figure their shit out, it's Iwaizumi who brings Ushijima on edge. Words: 7,687 Chapters: 2/2 My notes: Enemies to lovers speed run ahoy!

Tangled Webs by Karasuno Volleygays (Restricted) Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Black Widow AU, Assassin Iwaizumi, Crime boss Ushijima, alcohol use, Drugging, dubcon elements, Angst Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime is a seasoned killer, with wit sharp enough to cut and reflexes to match. He's never missed a kill. That is, of course, until he meets his new mark — Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Can Ushijima offer Iwaizumi what he truly desires, on top of a night of heated passion that can only end one way? Words: 4,120 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: This was some fucked up stuff, but sweet baby jesus it was a wild ride to write.

Unraveled by Karasuno Volleygays (Restricted) Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Bondage, Knife Play, Edging, Rough Sex, Flogging, Breathplay, Toys, Dubious Morality Summary: After his liberation from his past life, Iwaizumi adjusts to life with Ushijima. But something is missing, and Ushijima picks the strangest (and most erotic) way to give it to him. Words: 5,145 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: It’s cute that I thought the first fic in this series was fucked up. This one was clearly more so, but noragerts.

Poly/Multiship ft. UshiIwa

4 AM by ApparentlyAda Rating: T Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, this is so stupid, I'm Sorry, Oikawa and Ushijima talk about dogs, Iwaizumi is Oikawa and Ushiwaka Trash #1 Relationship: UshiIwaOi Summary: "Ushiwaka."

"Yes?"

"What if one day you woke up as a chicken?"

"What if one day you shut the fuck up?", interrupts Hajime groggily.

(Or, simply put, the awful(ly amazing) conversations these three dorks have during sleepless nights) Words: 1,064 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: I hope you like banter and Oikawa roastage haha

Bridge the Gap by FindingSchmomo Rating: T Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Divorce, Past Child Abuse, Lawyer! Oikawa, Police officer iwaizumi, Flower Shop Owner Ushijima, child kageyama, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Meet the Family, chap 6 is the familys ongoing mission to keep kags hydrated, chap 7 is meet the parents edition, Internalized Homophobia, just a touch of it really Relationship: UshiIwaOi Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru and Ushijijma Wakatoshi love each other more than anything, but sometimes that’s not enough, especially in a world that doesn’t love them back. Tiny cracks begin to widen, ever so slowly, until the gaps they leave seem insurmountable.

They find their answers with each other, and surprisingly enough, with the little boy loitering outside their window.

—-

Or, a story of disconnects and the love it takes to bridge them. Words: 121,443 Chapters: 18/18 My notes: It’s long with a lot of heavy themes, but if you look at the tags and think you can get through them, it’s so worth it.

a taste of heaven by beatboxbmo Rating: T Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Polyamory, Birthday baking, Cuddles, Established Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s) Relationship: UshiIwaOi Summary: tooru comes home early on his birthday to see his two boyfriends asleep on the couch. they baked him a surprise. Words: 2,141 Chapters: 1/1 My notes: This is exactly as warm and gooey as it sounds.

Three's A Crowd by FindingSchmomo Rating: T Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Romance, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Miscommunication, Dating, First Kiss, a mess, These Boys are a MESS, Chatlogs, Light Angst, Polyamory, OT3 Relationship: UshiIwaOi Summary: Iwaizumi loves Oikawa.

Oikawa loves Iwaizumi.

Neither of them will say anything.

Then, suddenly, Ushijima is there.

And things get very complicated. Words: 32,385 Chapters: 9/10 My notes: Normally I don’t put WIPs on rec lists, but this one is close to completion and it’s so, so worth it. Boys are dumb and you should appreciate them.

adolescence and all its glory by pageleaf Rating: E Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Wooing, Future Fic, College/University, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Fluff, Flirting, Established Iwaoi, eventual OT3, Threesome - M/M/M, Manga Spoilers Summary: Iwaizumi was supposed to meet new people. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do, when you go to a different university from your best friend? Now that his life isn’t filled with Oikawa, he should have been making new friends, trying new things, whatever.

Instead, he shows up barely on time to his anatomy class, hears a small noise from beside him, and turns around to see Ushijima Wakatoshi. Words: 20,024 Chapters: 2/2 Relationship: UshiIwaOi My notes: Accidental rivals to lovers? Enjoy the sound of me screaming into the abyss, and the abyss screams back.

Close For Comfort by Leryline Rating: E Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, NSFW, ushioi - Freeform, really sinful but great, Angst, it has a happy ending i promise, iwaoi - Freeform, Phone Sex, Rough Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Romance, Threesome, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Bottom Oikawa Tooru, Cheating, but look it's integral to the plot ok, ROMANC E AHGHGNJD it's so gay, turning a oneshot into a multi-chap out of spite: a novel by me, also: don't cheat on people irl my dudes it's not cool. not cool.like legit please DO NOT Summary: Oikawa Tōru has always seen his future with Iwaizumi Hajime - solely, utterly, completely. After all, Iwaizumi is his pillar, the only person he needs in the world.

...right?

[or: Ushijima Wakatoshi comes in and fucks everything up, as usual, but Oikawa has never given in easily, and neither has Iwaizumi, for that matter.] Words:61041 Chapters: 15/15 Relationship: UshiIwaOi My notes: If infidelity makes you uncomfortable, even if it has a happy ending all around, I would pass on this one. The smuts, however, are top shelf.

Privacy by plumtrees Rating: E Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, House Party, Alternate Universe - College/University, Future Fic, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Riding, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Spanking, Partner Swapping Summary: Iwaizumi reaches for the knob by his hip, easily twisting it open and getting them both inside. They stumble in with their lips still sealed over each other’s, silent giggles passing between mouths as Oikawa hurries to flatten his hand against the door to shut it and crowd Iwaizumi against the surface, other hand winding around his waist to pull him close, keep him there—

But then an alarmed noise rips from Iwaizumi’s throat, the hand steady on his shoulder suddenly pushing him away Iwaizumi’s looking behind him, expression a mix of shock and mild horror and Oikawa follows a split second later, just in time for a moan to resonate past the muffled music being carried over from downstairs.

“Oikawa.” Ushijima greets, only the slightest tremor to his voice as Shirabu sinks down on his cock. “Tendou didn’t mention you’d be here.” English Words: 9,736 Chapters: 1/1 Relationship: UshiShiraIwaOi My notes: Good lord this is spicy. This is ‘swinging’ in its truest form.

Show Me You Own Me by preciousghouls Rating: E Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Threesome - M/M/M, Threesome, Rimming, Barebacking, BDSM, Daddy Kink, on oikawa's part, Dom/sub, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Bottom!Iwaizumi, bottom!Oikawa, top!oikawa, top!ushijima, switch hitter oikawa, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, i have sinned, sleeping drug in five lines, Consensual, Begging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Petplay, Collars, Cuffs, Butt Slapping, Spanking, Butt Plugs, domestic AU, Crossdressing Summary: It's Oikawa's idea, of course. But Iwaizumi finds himself loving the way Ushijima has Oikawa wrapped around his fingers, and before long they're both moaning at the hands of Ushijima.

aka the kinkiest shit I've ever written in my life. Words: 20,819 Chapters: 4/4 Relationship: UshiIwaOi My notes: Sometimes wanting to be dommed by ushiwaka is a communal mood, ya know?

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birthday miracle

pairing: tendou satori x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

sypnosis: your childhood best friend, tendou can read you like a book and is full of surprises on your birthday

a.n: happy birthday to my sweet babie @honeycrisp-breeze​, the one who got me into haikyuu !! thanks for always being there for me, appreciating my meme spams, and for introducing me to this series; i wouldn’t be here without you ! i hope you enjoy this scenario with your favorite miracle boy ! love you bae <333 (also she’s new to tumblr, please go follow her ! she plans on posting her acnh designs and trust me they’re AMAZING)

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it’s not surprising that this had become a routine for the two of you. at least in the sense that it didn’t feel unnatural despite the tingly feeling you got from the closeness of nearly brushing shoulders, and sometimes fingertips whenever you walked him to the gym before practice. there was no filter in a conversational sense in your friendship with the boy, definitely not, with the way he could tell whatever you were thinking no matter how hard you tried to conceal your thoughts, making it pointless for you to not tell him anything. 

despite possessing guessing skills beyond normal human capability though, tendou still had his fair share of traits that brought him back to earth. one of them being his lack of experience when it came to love. sure, he read manga and fanboyed over his favorite actresses but that wasn’t enough to prepare him for confrontation with the awkwardness of teenage love. you knew that much to come to the conclusion that he didn’t know about your secret crush on him. you accepted it for a while, until now. part of you wanted him to find out so that you could at least get rid of the ambiguous tension that made your stomach turn and heart race. 

“hey (y/n)-chan your birthday is tomorrow isn’t it?” tendou’s voice causes you to temporarily push your thoughts to the side. 

“yeah, it is.” you reply. “what, did you only just remember?” you laugh and he raises an eyebrow, chuckling. he lightly karate chops your shoulder in a repetitive motion.

“oh c’mon what kind of friend do you think i am? how could i ever forget when you always used to pester me about it when we were little?” 

“satori that was a long time ago!” you smack his arm. “look at you bringing up the past to make me look bad, such a good friend you are.”

the two of you approach the doors to the gym, still bickering, drawing attention to the other third years. semi rolls his eyes, and leon just laughs knowingly. 

“aw semisemi you’re just jealous that (y/n) is MY best friend and not yours!” tendou taunts his fellow teammate while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you blush at the gesture, being put in the spotlight in a positive way by the one you yearned for, being shown off by him. 

“whatever, tendou practice is about to start so tell your girlfriend that you’ll see her later.” you flush even harder at the mention of the word girlfriend, daydreaming about a day where you could officially hold that title at all times and not just in a fleeting remark made my someone else other than him. 

tendou turns around to face you, ruffling your hair. “i’ll see you later to-be birthday girl.” he heads off. you were used to him ruffling your hair but now the lingering feeling of him having let his hand touch you for longer than usual made your heart squeeze. you quickly brushed it off though in order to not be noticed by his teammates and head back to your dorm to get your homework done before your special day.

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your eyes flutter open at the sound of your phone going off on your nightstand. your annoyance from having been woken up at midnight immediately goes away upon reading the caller id: ‘my miracle boy <3′

“(y/n)-chan!!!! happy happy birthday!” tendou’s voice rings from the other line. “come out to the field, i have something for you!”

“satori, thank you so much but, we’re gonna get in trouble!” you chide.

“c’mon, it’s your birthday! fuck school rules and let loose!” 

you sigh, before getting out of bed. “fine, i’ll be right there. but if we get caught i’m blaming you.”

after changing out of your pajamas and putting your shoes on quietly, so as to not wake up your roommate, you make your way over to the field, not having to rely on any directions since it was you and his spot. however, this was the first time he had ever invited you to sneak out, causing anticipation to bubble up in your stomach. 

you find tendou sitting in the middle of the grass, appearing to be holding something in his lap. he turned to you at the sound of your footsteps, grinning widely, and hides the item that was in his lap behind his back as you take a seat next to him. 

“i have a surprise for you~” tendou brings out a bento box in a floral yellow wrap, singing happy birthday in that cute, excited tone that you could never get enough of. you gasp as you open it up to find an assortment of onigiri with smiley faces on them and a chocolate cupcake that he baked himself. 

“satori,” you sigh happily, grabbing one of the onigiri. “you didn’t have to, oh my gosh thank you so much.” he chuckles softly as you dig into your snacks. 

“how could i not make a bento box for my foodie friend’s birthday?” he playfully flicks your shoulder. “c’mon, don’t be silly (y/n)-chan~”

after going through all of the onigiri in a flash, tendou grabs a fake candle from his pocket and places it on the cupcake.

“i couldn’t bring a real lighter to school, so this fake little thing is gonna have to work as a substitute for now. make a wish~” he watches you close your eyes and clasp your hands together before blowing out the fake fire from the candle. he applauds at the end, making you giggle. 

“oh satori, we’re 18 and you’re still an expert in pretend play. you’ll never grow up will you?”

“now now i’m not the one who just turned one year older today, stop making this about me!”

you continue to banter with him while eating your cupcake, even giving him a little piece as an apology for poking fun at him. 

silence befalls you two after a while, and the night grows colder, causing you to snuggle up into his shoulder for warmth. you inhale a shaky, frosty breath before speaking again. 

“satori,” tendou hums in response. “less than a year until we’re off to college huh?” the boy sighs pensively as he looks into the distance. 

“i know. i’m still thinking about my plans since i know that i’m gonna quit volleyball after high school. i’m still unsure exactly about what i wanna do, but i know one thing for sure.”

“what’s that?” you raise an eyebrow.

your heart stops as he takes your hand and leans in closer, pressing his face against yours, breaths mingling. 

“i wanna spend every moment of my future with you.” tendou whispers before pressing his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. the tender movements of his lips against yours plus the surprise gesture makes you dizzy and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, to feel him, to ensure that this isn’t a dream and that your crush for as long as you can remember was actually kissing you. 

the contact is brief, but your foreheads remain pressed together after breaking the kiss, breaths mingling from the ministrations. 

“satori,” you breathe out. “i-i,” he hushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“i know you like me and i like you too. i’ve known all along. i just wanted to make my confession special so i waited until your birthday.”

you gape at him. “y-you knew?”

“(y/n)-chan we’ve been friends since elementary school, i, the guess monster can definitely read you like a book. and i also know exactly what to do to catch you off guard.” he smirks.

still taken aback, you hug him tightly with a smile, and he kisses your forehead as he holds you in his arms. 

“well, what a way to surprise me and make my wish come true, my birthday miracle boy.”

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The Sun and Her Love (Aizawa x reader)

A/N: I’ve been in a really soft mood, so have some Aizawa fluff. I really love this, and I hope you do too! After getting caught up in the manga, and starting Vigilantes, he needs some love. I tried my best with the timeline, and left Oboro out, so people who have only watched the anime will get what’s going on. 

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader (female pronouns used/assumed)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None :)

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You were like the sun.

Not in a ‘the world revolves around you’ kind of way, but in a ‘light that spreads warmth into your very soul’ kind of way. You brought people joy, they instinctually sought you out, sought the warmth that you emitted, the kind that seeps into your bones, the kind that reminds people of summer, of sun kissed skin and freckles and joy, summers from when you were young and didn’t know the hardships of the world yet. The kind where you step into the sunrays and felt the weight lift off your shoulders, that’s what you brought people.

Aizawa remembers the first time he met you. It was fall, cold enough to break out heavier coats and drink hot coffee, though one conversation with you felt like stepping out into the July heat. You were both in your first years, in different classes but both in the hero course at UA. You were friends with Yamada first, your personalities complimenting each other, it only took one conversation before you were a part of the group. He brought you to the lunch table Aizawa was already seated at, Yamada introducing you proudly. All it took was one smile Aizawa’s way before he was blushing, though he blames it on your warmth, he just had too many layers on. You fit in like a piece to a puzzle set, completing the group, bringing sunshine to Aizawa’s rainy personality and brightening Yamada’s already sunny disposition.

The first time he told you he loved you was two years later, in your third year. The two of you had started dating in the middle of your second year, he was ready to tell you then, but wanted the time to be right. It took him a year to figure out that there was no right time, there wouldn’t be a magical moment when everything fell into place, there was just the present and the joy he felt during your time spent together. So he told you he loved you for the first time during lunch, you had been laughing at something Yamada said, trying not to choke on sushi, gripping Aizawa’s hand to steady yourself. And when he did utter the three words you had been waiting to hear for over a year, you really did choke, eyes wide as you coughed up the piece of sushi that had lodged itself in your throat. Yamada was the one cackling now as Aizawa patted your back, small smirk gracing his features. You recovered quickly, smiling big and bright at Aizawa, practically glowing as you threw your arms around him, loudly proclaiming your love as well. He could fell your warmth and love seep into his bones at that moment, bringing him a sense of comfort and finality, this was it, he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

You married four years after that. It was small, with only your close family and friends in attendance. Though the two of you were ready to get married years before, you had both agreed it would be best to wait, get settled in your careers first. Aizawa had just begun teaching at UA and you were a sidekick at a local agency when you had decided it was a good time. Yamada, of course, was his best man, and Kayama was your maid of honor. There wasn’t really any press at the event (much to Aizawa’s joy), as neither of you were high ranking heroes. The ceremony itself was short, the two of you said your own vows, talking of the love and joy you had felt over the seven years you had known each other. You spoke of the comfort Aizawa brought you, how his embrace had become your home and he spoke of the sun and warmth you had brought into his life. It was a night you’d always cherish, dancing and partying late into the night, then falling asleep fully clothed in your shared apartment, your cat burrowing into the layers of your wedding dress.

When you had awoke the next day, makeup smeared and head sore from the hairclips digging into your scalp all night, you felt Aizawa shift. You turned your head toward him, finding him already gazing at you, head propped up on a hand, love oozing from his gaze. You smiled brightly, shifting your body, ready to pounce on him when you cried out in surprise at your cat, who was digging its claws into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from smothering it. The cat climbed out of your dress, giving you a displeased look before sauntering off to their cat tower in the other room. You looked back at Aizawa, surprise still evident in your features. When your eyes met, the two of you burst into laughter at the scene that had unfolded and you wound your arms around his neck, smiling into his hair as your ring caught the morning light.

It was another year before you had joined the teaching staff at UA, specializing in the history and evolution of quirks and life before they manifested (a subject you had be interested in since your school days). You had enjoyed working as a sidekick, but after hearing Kayama talk about the joys of teaching and seeing how happy Aizawa and Yamada were, you accepted the position with little hesitation. The two of you had a great routine once you started, you had the same schedule after all, so you got to go to work together, eat lunch together, and come home together. Your relationship had never been stronger. The two of you had discussed kids, but decided against them for now at least. While your schedules allowed time for you to spend with each other, you were still busy, and you two agreed it wasn’t right to subject a child to an empty household. You were content with the little family you had made for yourself with your husband and your two cats.

Though over the next few years, the urge to add another grew. The two of you were thirty, having been married for about seven years and teaching together for six. You lived in the teacher’s residence building together and while a baby didn’t sound the worst, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to adopting an older child, and a purple haired teen came to mind. But before you could bring it up to your husband, the Hassaikai raid happened.

All previous thoughts about a child left your head the moment you met Eri. You hadn’t even attempted to talk to Aizawa about it, as soon as she was cleared to leave the hospital, you set her up a space in your apartment and welcomed her with open arms. Aizawa didn’t know he could love you more than he already had up until that moment. Watching you interact with Eri, how you didn’t question bringing her into your home, how you immediately started treating her as your own, it filled him with such warmth he thought he had developed a fire quirk. Eri had opened up to you just as quickly, he still remembers the joy on your face the first time Eri had fallen asleep in your lap, tired from watching movies with you all day. You remember watching Aizawa introducing Eri to your two cats, her hiding behind him until they came and headbutted her legs. She had the softest smile on her face as she reached out to pet them, and now the three of them were inseparable, wherever Eri was, at least one of your cats was with her, either curled up on her lap or watching her from a perch. Your heart was full, you had a job you loved, students you adored, and a perfectly imperfect family you came home to every night.

Months later, your heart had grown another size. You hummed as you made dinner, Eri was at the table, discussing everything she did with Mirio and the other third years today. You swayed your hips slightly to the quiet music you had playing, smiling as you watched one of your cats weave in-between your legs, waiting impatiently to be fed. Before you could give in to their bribery of affection, the door to your home opened. You smiled as you turned to greet your boys, giving them each a kiss, Aizawa on the cheek, just below his scar, and Shinso on the forehead. The teen flushed slightly, still not used to the affection. You ruffled his hair before telling him to change before dinner. He smiled and hugged you before heading to his room. Your eyes widened at the sudden change in attitude before beaming brightly at the pasta in front of you.

Aizawa came over after greeting Eri, arms winding around your waist as his chin settled on your shoulder, watching you finish making dinner. You hummed, leaning back into his arms, exhaling softly at the comfort his embrace brought you. “He’s improving quickly, especially with the binding cloth.” He said softly, and you could hear how proud he was. The two of them have been working hard at preparing Shinso for the hero course, and you had no doubts he’d get in. Aizawa helped you dish dinner for everyone and when you sat down, looking at your family, laughing and discussing their day, you thought your heart would burst at the sight. If someone had told you all those years ago that you’d be married, teaching at your high school with two adopted kids, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. But as you squeezed Shouta’s hand, meeting his gaze with love in your eyes and a warm smile on your face, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

[theladysexpistol]

I saw your request for requests! Can I have a Kakyoin X Reader? Anything fluffy would do it ^^

Don’t get me wrong part 5 is probably my favorite part in jojo (so far) but I’m so excited to get a request for a different part! Especially for my favorite character in Stardust crusaders! 🍒

I hope you don’t mind me doing a part 4 Kakyoin? My irl Jojo friends and I have been talking about Kakyoin in part 4 a lot lately so he’s on my mind 😬

This got much longer than I intended - sorry, not sorry?

Side note I’ve been using Kakyoin’s theme in my homebrew dnd campaign. why is Kakyoin’s theme still the best Jobro theme to exist ever? 🤩

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   Bright, midmorning sunlight filtered into the kitchen of your small city home. You were cooking to get your mind off the absence of your husband, but you weren’t as successful as you would have liked. Your hands were trembling.

   Of course, you trusted the word of Noriaki Kakyoin, the man you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with, as well as that of Jotaro Kujo, his best friend. But the bombshell the two of them had dropped on you, along with everything else they had decided to explain, had your head spinning. Kakyoin had probably wanted to spend a little more time with you, to ease your worries further; but Jotaro had insisted it was urgent. And that, it was, you had to agree. But the thought of either of them getting hurt - or worse - wouldn’t leave your mind.

~

   You had basically grown up with Jotaro, only a few streets away from his home. You both attended all the same schools. He had always counted you among his small group of friends, on account of how you neither fawned over him like most girls nor were you interested in fighting him in a vain attempt to become popular like most boys. Several of his fan girls did not like you because of this, but it never bothered you. In fact, you found some entertainment in watching him groan even after being pushed aside by his groupies.

   But the transfer student that Jotaro returned with from a long, unexplained absence in the middle of your third year of high school was another story.

   Both of them were covered in bandages under their uniform, and both avoided any questions as to their condition. You and Kakyoin hit it off immediately, and in fact your feelings for him emerged quite quickly. The two of them became your closest friends, but there was alway something there, something you could feel but could never quite place, something that the two of them had in common that you didn’t have.

   When all three of you graduated, Jotaro left to study marine biology abroad. Suddenly you were spending more and more time with Kakyoin, and your silly childhood crush blossomed as you fell in love with him. By the time Jotaro returned to see the two of you in Japan, he was more irritated than ever.

   “Good grief you two, I was hoping you would’ve gotten together by now.” he had said. It had been mortifying, but in a way it was a blessing. After all, that was how you and Kakyoin had gotten together. Even as Jotaro dated, then married a woman he had met in America, had a beautiful baby girl, and continued his studies, you and Kakyoin remained together.

   Kakyoin had informed you when Jotaro returned to Japan from New York where he had been visiting his ailing grandfather, but that he would not be able to visit the two of them for some time as he was investigating a series of odd family events in a small town called Morioh. You were disappointed but thought nothing of it; until Jotaro showed up in your living room.

   “I’m going to need your help,” he told Kakyoin. “I can’t handle a serial killer-Stand user alongside a handful of high schoolers and a manga artist.”

   “A what?!” you exclaimed. Both men looked at you after your outburst as though they had forgotten you were there. “Stand user? A serial killer? Jotaro, you’re the strongest person I know but this still isn’t your responsibility... shouldn’t you go to the police?”

   Per habit, Jotaro sighed, tugging his hat over his eyes. “Good grief... I forgot you don’t know about Stands.”

   Kakyoin smiled, but you could tell his smile was strained; forced, on your behalf. “You’re not usually one to slip up like that, Jotaro.”

   “Both of you! Tell me what’s going on!” you demanded, getting frustrated. They were both acting as though this was nothing, as though they dealt with serial killers normally!

   Finally, after some more frustrated convincing, the two of them explained everything. Dio, and Jotaro’s mother, the involvement of Jotaro’s grandfather and Avdol and Iggy and Jean Pierre Polnareff and their absence from school as they traveled to Cairo in order to put an end to their suffering. They explained how all along they’d had spirit guardians called Stands at their sides, and how their Stands had watched over you, too. Tears pooled at your eyes as they explained how Kakyoin had nearly fell to the same fate as Avdol and Iggy at the hands of the vampire, but by some miracle he had survived. But before you could fully comprehend everything they had told you, the two men had left for Morioh.

~

   Honestly, it was all unbelievable. If it hadn’t been Kakyoin and Jotaro, the two people you trusted most in the world, who explained all this madness to you, you probably wouldn’t have believed it. But the existence of Stands made sense; that was the thing they had always shared, that unexplainable presence you sensed between the two of them. So you had to believe the rest of it; and Stands, they sounded wondrous; but dangerous in the wrong hands. And the two of them had just willingly returned to Morioh to hunt down a person using their Stand to deliberately kill people.

   The more you thought about it, running through every event they had described to you in detail - on top of Jotaro’s young relative Josuke - who was technically his uncle? God, it was all confusing - the harder you trembled. Kakyoin, the most precious person to you in the world, had almost never survived. You imagine every happy moment he had brought you - your wedding, meeting Jotaro’s daughter, buying the house together - and it’s almost too much to bare.

   A face full of smoke breaks you out of your revere.

   “Shit!” you exclaimed, having become so lost in your thoughts and your worry that you burned what had been cooking on the stove in front of you. All the pent up frustration and emotions are released upon this mistake, like popping the cork off a bottle of champagne. You collapse in the kitchen in tears. Kakyoin had left about a week ago, and yet you didn’t think you could stand another moment away from him.

   You sat there on the kitchen floor for who knows how long. At some point, the soft ringing of the telephone caught your attention. You weren’t sure how long it had been ringing for, so you pulled yourself together the best you could and picked it up without looking at the number. “Hello?”

   There was a familiar sigh on the other line, before the one voice that would normally fill your heart with warmth answered. “It’s so good to hear your voice. I hope you’ve been all right.”

   But now, it just filled you with worry and longing, and you struggled to keep your voice from cracking. “Noriaki, I can’t stop thinking about everything. I can’t stand this, knowing where you two are.”

   “I’m so sorry,” he replied, sounding disappointed. “But I will be okay, I promise you. Josuke, he is Joseph’s son that Jotaro told us about; he and his friends are quite talented Stand users. They want to protect their town. It reminds me of Jotaro and myself, on our journey to Egypt.”

   You could hear the smile in his voice. It was the first thing that soothed your worried heart.

   “Noriaki,” you said, after the two of you had talked for some time; mostly listening to him talk about Morioh, and what a wonderful city it was, potentially for raising children; once this mysterious serial killer was taken care of. “Let me come visit you. Just for a week, and I’ll stay safe, I promise. I feel like I’ll feel better once I meet everyone, once I see the city for myself. It’s just that... well, ever since you told me how close to death you had been before we even met, it’s all I can think about. You, dying, against this horrible person.”

   “I’m sure they don’t even hold a candle to Dio,” he gave a bitter chuckle, as if knowing what a terrible thing a joke like that would do to your heart. “I’ll... let me think about it and talk it over with Jotaro, okay? You can’t see Stands. That’s what makes this guy so dangerous.”

   Your heart clenched. “Okay.”

   “I love you.”

   You hung up the phone, and immediately went to your bedroom with a suitcase. As soon as the idea had came to your mind, you were already set. You weren’t going to give him time to think it over. Before leaving for the train station, you only emailed Jotaro of your plans.

   And when you checked your email on the train, you were unsurprised by his short reply. It honestly made you smile a bit.

   Good grief. I’m not sticking up for you.

~

   The train arrived at Morioh Station early in the morning. As you descended the steps to the station, you could see several students of differing ages all waiting for the bus. You were immediately charmed by the quaint, peacefulness of the town.

   And then you remembered the dark secret lurking in the shadows of the cheery buildings, and fear gripped your heart once again.

   Making your way toward the taxi stop, you were careful not to accidentally bump into anyone. It was honestly even more terrifying than you could have imagined, the idea that any of the people around you - laughing and smiling to their friends or dressed in a fine suit, speaking loudly on the phone as they headed to work for the day, even the friendly gentleman driving the taxi that came to take you to the Grand Hotel - could be the one killing innocents with a spirit they couldn’t see. You wondered what their victims knew in their last moments, what they felt as they were killed by an unseen enemy.

   You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears as the hotel loomed over the city street. You just had to get there. Kakyoin would probably be furious with you, but you would be safe. Jotaro knew you were coming. He’d know not to let Kakyoin leave.

   You bounded up the steps of the hotel so fast you nearly forgot to pay the taxi driver. The Morioh Grand Hotel was beautiful, living up to its name; it would almost be romantic if your husband wasn’t staying there in order to catch a murderer with supernatural powers.

   The woman at the front desk, prim and well-dressed, greeted you immediately. “How may I help you?”

   “Ah, I um- I’m waiting to meet someone here... you haven’t seen two men, one with a white hat and the other with ginger hair leave, have you?”

   The receptionist looked as though she were about to explain “We can’t give away details of our guests, for security reasons you know.” when someone called your name indignantly. You turned to find just who you were looking for, a bewildered-looking Kakyoin and an exasperated, but amused, Jotaro.

   Kakyoin swept you up into a tight hug, before planting a kiss on you. Despite obviously being frustrated that you had made your way to Morioh on your own, it was also clear he was just as relieved to see you as you were him.

   “I should be furious right now,” he mumbled into your ear. “But I’m glad to see you.”

   “One week, Noriaki,” you whispered back. “Give me one week. That’s all I need.”

   When he pulled away, you beamed up at Jotaro. He mumbled something under his breath, something that wasn’t hard to take a guess at, before Kakyoin spoke up again.

   “I hate to be the paranoid husband but... I’d prefer it if you didn’t leave the the hotel by yourself,” he gave a sigh. “I want to keep you as far away from danger as I can.”

   “There’s a simple solution, you know,” Jotaro said with a smirk on his face and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he continued walking toward the door to the hotel. Presumably, the two of them had been leaving to meet with Josuke and the others. You grabbed a hold of Kakyoin’s hand, intent on going with them to meet these other Stand users. “Make sure they never leave your side.”

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[A/N: This fic is already so super long I know... I just wanted to add that after I wrote all the stuff about the reader being scared that any of the people they passed on the street being the killer... well I was this close to putting in a Kira cameo at the end where he noticed that the reader had such beautiful hands, with a beautiful golden ring holding an emerald in the center (kakyoin, emerald splash, obviously) but decided against it because this fic WAS supposed to be fluff... probably a little more angst than you were expecting but i hope you all liked it! i spent my entire shift at work today imagining what i was going to write!]