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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s): hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars, inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing, just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

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griffxnnage · 3 years

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pairing: james potter x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: one sexual comment, food mentions, being dog piled

dis is for you @darthwheezely!! also, thank you @eloquenceflores for the idea!!

the weak morning sun peaked through the windows, shining on james’ face, accentuating his boyish beauty. he groaned and squinted his eyes, apparently not liking the light streaming through the curtains. “y/n…” he whined, his morning voice making your face go red.

“yea, jamie? what’s up?” you scooched closer to him, entwining his legs with yours to steal some of his warmth; he’s a living furnace, that’s for sure. “‘s too bright,” he covered his face with his hands, turning away from the accursed window.

“aww, poor baby,” you mimicked his pout, latching onto him like a little monkey.

“hey, whatcha doin there, koala bear?” he turned his head, smiling at your clinginess. “‘m cold,” you mumbled into his back, breathing in his distinct smell.

“well then, why didn’t you say so?” he giggled, turning back to face you. “lemme just,” he rolled on top of you, and let his body go limp. “james!!! you’re so heavy,” you laughed, all of the air being pushed out of your lungs by the quidditch player playing dead on top of you.

“well too bad, i’m staying put.” he chuckled, the sound reverberating through your body. “also, y/n,” he spoke into the pillows, his face hidden from view. “you do know what day it is, right?” he asked the pillows.

it was at that moment that the door to his dorm burst open, and two tall individuals entered.

“happy birthday, y/n!!” sirius and remus yelled, running into the room like a bunch of lunatics. “oi, cover up, we don’t want any image of you two shagging burned onto our eyelids,” sirius dropped what he was carrying and covered his eyes, forcing remus to turn around. “yea, guys, you don’t want to stain our poor, innocent souls, do you?” remus added. he shuddered when he fully turned around. making james laugh.

“come on, mates, there’s nothing to see. we’re both covered. your innocence shall be tarnish-free,” he finally pushed himself off of you, resulting in an “oof” from you. lying on his side, he motioned to his friends.

“so, weren’t you two maniacs saying something to our lovely y/n here?” he smirked at you, throwing a wink in there as well.

“right, happy birthday!!!” they both turned back around and sirius picked up the object that he’d previously dropped. by the time it was in your view, he’d already set it up on your bedside table. it was a portable record player, and sirius was about to drop the needle on a very worn looking record.

the all familiar glissando brought a smile to your face as nostalgic chords rang through your ears.

sirius, james and remus all jumped up on the bed, and started dancing like a bunch of idiots as the singing started.

“you can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life,” they sang, albeit a little bit off key, but it made your heart soar seeing the boys sing like that; without a care in the world.

“oooh, see that girl,” they all pointed at you, still lying down, covering your face with your hands.

“watch that scene, digging the dancing queen,” they quieted down to put you on your feet.

“come on, boys, i’m not ready to be standing yet,” you complained, ragdolling with sirius’ hands under your armpits. remus gabbed your ankles, and the two lanky gryffindors shared a mischievous glance. “oh no, i know that look. don’t you dare-” you started, but they began swinging you before you could say anything more.

“you are the dancing queeeeeen, young and sweeeeeet, only seventeeeeeen,” they sang while your stomach was doing somersaults. you couldn’t stop laughing, and once the song ended, they finally set you down, your stomach sore from all the laughter.

“happy 17th, y/n!!!” they all exclaimed simultaneously. you pulled them all in for a hug, thanking them. one of them lost their balance, and they all piled on top of you. “oh godric, not again,” you groaned, now under the weight of three teenagers.

“bloody hell, get off of meee,” you whined, trying your best to push them off. “nope,” came sirius’ voice from somewhere in the pile of marauders.

“we gotta go down to breakfast; mcgonagall will be in a tizzy if we don’t get there on time.” you protest, still slightly struggling for breath.

“well, can’t say no to breakfast, can we, gentleman?” remus sat up, and slid over to the door, his sock-clad feet giving him some serious speed. “we’ll meet you down there!!” sirius called from the hallway.

“how did he get out of here so fast?” you asked, truly bewildered at the true velocity the two boys could reach in mere seconds.

“who cares, love? let’s go down,” james sighed, stretching before standing up from the bed.

once you’d gotten dressed in one of his quidditch jumpers, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and wrapped an arm around you.

“you ready, birthday girl?” he smiled down at you.

“as i’ll ever be, jamesie. as i’ll ever be.”

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rhaenyraisadyke · 3 years

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It's been a year! Transcript: 8/3/21 Here is also a google doc of the transcript if that is easier to read!

*Starts out with happy birthday on a guitar playing*

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthdayyyy to meee, Happy Birthday to me

*Drinks a swig of alcohol*

Ah. Yeah it’s my birthday today, which um seems odd, it doesn't feel like i've been here that long… but I have. Cheers everyone uh. I realise I haven't really done much in a while.

I woke up this morning, rolled out of bed, put out this cake I made three months ago and uh, that's kind of been it, but yeah… I don’t think I’ve left this room in 80 days. About 80 days… How long is 80 days? I- I- that's a lot of months… that's been a long time… Also my vision just went black, I’ve been drinking a lot, um this is that possibly catching up with me um please return vision, I’d really like for it to be back, well I can hear things so at least i'm not deaf ya know? The lord has kept my hearing but I am blind, no um yep there we go.

I decided to get dressed up as well. I figured that would be nice, ya know? I’m pretty sure I was part of them back when I joined, so.. .I don't know if it felt like it made sense to dress up again. Um, fucking hell, I have not cleaned. *sighs* I’ll be honest, in the time I was gone, not very… not very much has happened, uh, it turns out you need customers to support a hotel, and I don’t know about you guys but I haven't seen one on this place for a pretty long while. So uh, basically what I’m saying is… the big jack manifold hasn't been going too hot, god, you don’t provide these guys with food for eighty days and they all go bones and evil.

LEAVE out you bard, you-

The point is, very little has been done here for quite awhile, and um I haven't been outside or seen anyone, and I- I didn't’ finish the pub. Um, you may be asking me, “but jack wasn't that the only thing you were working towards? I know but with the failure of the hotel, I kind of realised that again pubs also rely on customers and the very limited people on this server, as we can all see it really ah um, well it didn’t seem very fruitful. So um, we're kinda just here, living here rent free ever since we claimed this place… I actually don’t know who pays the rent.. Maybe Tommy still does um. I Don't know- anyway since I’ve been here for a year and I haven't really looked around in three months, I thought we would go and look around at everything that we once saw, you know?

I must admit the investment of the alcohol from the pub has been the only thing keeping-.. I shouldn't say that, let's not speak about that part. Yeah it turns out that this place, look I haven't been outside in eighty days and I think maybe since I’ve been here for a year I can go back and have a look around at everything. And um as I said I dressed up for the occasion, so um you know… lets see what's changed hmmm?

Anyway let's walk around shall we? Well this didn’t change, we still got mcpuffys here. Hehe, no one noticed my balls sign hehe, no one noticed, I forgot about this, no one noticed I replaced whatever the original one was with balls in hope they wouldn't notice and they didn't. Ahh that's good, I like that. Anyway, there's the duck and Ponk’s tower that seem pretty much the same.

This looks different, this was a hole.. Who are you? Alright? You know we are the only two people on the server right now? (talking to shroud) This basically means we gotta become friends. So.. tell me about yourself.. Sir? Madam? Shroud, alright. Oh Ohhh I stole some of these! Did I ever give them back? Whoops, oh well. Ahh, it's been quiet without him ya know tommy. I’ll be honest, theres been very little to do, with him gone, um, the fuck did ninjas house go? Why does it look like a very small mcdonalds?

Right, this tower, this seems pretty much the same. Does the sewer still exist? Hm oh wait does it not? What ohh no what happened to the sewers? Aw, there was a whole sewer system out there one time and oh wow. Why is there no longer a sewer there? Wait oH OH it is down here!

One of the first things I remember is me tommy and tubbo and quackity, before he even joined and was still in juvy we, hehe, we did a little heist on everyone and we stole the poo machines and stole everything and then we had a little room, and it was here and we stole the phantom membranes. It was a good time, it was a good time, I liked that and then ah there had only been one war. It's crazy to think there's been more, I thought we’d figure it out the first time, you know? It was fun. And we were called the beatles. Either way yeah.

Why the fuck is half of this place beatroots? Why are half of these beetroots and the other half potatoes? Why is it all farm?? Why? Why is it beats? Wait where did gay target go? Why is there just a beacon here? At least there's huts pizza. Employee of the first two days, of dunderbeatlin… the fuck is dunderbeatlin? What's this? Why are there new things? I know it's been eighty days but why?

This is the L’manburg museum, bearing in mind I'm dressed like this I should go see it.

Oh! It's like different things. This is like the community house, okay that's cool and that's the egg.. This is a replica it won't hurt you… oh it doesn't it won't actually hurt you. I guess they remade that shit. What even happened with that thing? I remember it tried to possess me once and then I bathed in the holy water and I was good again. Oh wow it's like a map of the whole server and there's egg gunk. And then and then and then here.. Where am I? Oh… is that lmanburg? Where is lmanburg? Oh wait oh yeah yeah wait I forgot…. Oh…. yeah….. Um….heh yeah….

OH its the lmanburg walls! I remember tearing them down and rebuilding them a lot and the hotdog van! Does it have the declaration in it? No it doesn't… It is blue. Ohhh…… I joined the day after this (the final control room) God, it's been a whole year since then… What's this? Wait… I feel like there's missing lines here. I don’t know if sorry, you know? Oh, look here, oh it just says i'm sorry. (erets apology book) I’m not all that sure that sorry quite cuts that. What's this? Oh this looks unfinished. Oh here's a map of old lmanburg! OH that's ze house! Before… I burnt it down and decided I wasn't gonna have manifold land anymore.. I miss that, I miss lmanburg.

It was a lot easier to dream when we were friends. Everyone feels so distant now but maybe that's because I haven't seen them, maybe that didn't help I mean no one came to say hi to me. Oh, oh, my main takeaway was that, wait it's not glass anymore, it's like a cavern, it was glass the last time I was there, it's changed since I was here to remember what happened… Why does it look like this? Hmm I don't know. Ah this was my cove, and it was untouched until I burnt it down fuck you.

Oh and theres my secret base that I never finished, FUCK YOU - fuck I hate him, anyway… oh there's the big obsidian bridge, oh isn't this where tommy was exiled? Over this way? I think… That means it was somewhere along here that… wait no it was right here… right? We turned on these stairs, stepped down, and pretty sure it was right here… he dug this.. I don’t think I want to visit this place. I want to go back, this isn't really where I want to be.

Anyway um, I wonder if Snowchester has changed. Lets go visit, okay um, that's weird that's freshly planted. Let's head over to Snowchester its that way. Since when was Tubbos' house back? Didn’t Tommy burnt it down? I swear this got burnt down.. I remember the ruins of it, there was a nether tree farm then in it… anyway…. Let's go check out fundys place. I haven't seen him in FOREVER. The last time I saw him was the last war… the day… the last war… WHY ARE THERE BIG MUSEUM THINGS EVERYWHERE??

Where's fundys house? I built it. I remember building it as a prank and then he liked it and lived in it.. Where's my tower? It was here next to the fox, his little fox hole… my towers were gone, it was definitely here, it was a million percent here and it was right next to it. It was somewhere there was a button it had a button. There was a big sign made out of obsidian…

I don’t know if you can tell, but I’ve been pretty purposeless for the past eight days… what the fuck? That's a HOLE. That's a big ass hole! That wasn't always there?! When did a hole show up?? There's a HOLE in my hotel!! I'm trying not to lose my cool and you know when I go the day that I joined, and the first person that greeted me was tommyinnit and still, I wish, I just wish someone logged in and said “hey jack happy one year” and I try to build them a pub and one of these *drinks a swig of alcohol* I mean at least..

Every time….. Everything here and how come it's all the things I care about that get blown up? Lmanburg… Manifold Land- Well I did manifold land but I was pissed off - Everything I care about on this server gets blown up, or destroyed or taken advantage of or.. Betrays me, that happens a lot. I’m not sure if I wanna be here anymore.

I’m not sure if I want to have anything to do with this… maybe that's it. Maybe that's it. What does this place bring? What does this place bring? Ever since I have been part of the “Dream SMP” Things are given to me that are eventually taken or destroyed, friends leave, DEATH, not everyone has died on the server and come back to life admittedly, I have now but the point is, I AM VERY DEFINITE I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS SERVER ANYMORE… Alright? Almost everyone that has promised me something has turned their back. Almost everyone. The last thing anyone said to me was “Ah when las nevadas comes about, we will have a deal jack.. I’ll make it big” Yeahh.. .he really brought a lot of business. How's Las Nevadas doing?? Because when I HEARD it would be done and bring me customers, surely not another person would give me false hope.

Tubbos was the only one I can trust, Tubbo and Niki. I know Niki has become an anarchist or whatever but at least she's happy, and Tubbo was always kind.

I think Las Nevadas is somewhere over here. Let's go look at how “done it is” and how ready for business they are… Looking PRETTY finished for me. Big sign, big building, nice roads. Looking pretty… done. Pretty ready for a business deal. Isn't that a shocker… Isn't it weird yet again that someone promised me something and it fell through again?

So FUCK IT I don’t wana see Snowchester, I dont want to see anything, My WHOLE TIME on this server has been doing things for other people and fighting peoples wars, right? Keeping up hotels and pubs for people to stay, trying to kill people at worst that wasnt me and fighting for them. I haven't done anything for myself. ANYTHING AT ALL. And I said the hotel was for me and look where it got me- in a room for 80 days and a giant bottle of cider I have yet to finish- so fuck it! I’m not dealing with anyone else anymore. The “DREAM SMP” I’m gonna go out and start my own thing. I’m gonna call it the “Dream SSP” survival single player because I’m not dealing with anyone else anymore. Alright?

The day Tommy died, I said I was done with manifold land because the only thing it ever stood for was trying to get rid of him, and although it was also about getting back at him, it was about other people, but this time, I have something new in mind, something completely different…

NEW Manifold land will not cater to anyone else, not fight for anyone else, to I don’t know be anything for anyone else really. New Manifold land will stick very strictly to the name and persist of purely Jack Manifold, and I might steal Godzilla back from Tubbo (his arctic fox). Because as much as I said Niki was kind and Tubbo was kind, where they been the past 80 days? No one came to the hotel. No one came looking for me to which point, I say I’m gonna find myself my own little place. I’m just gonna live. I’m gonna do what I want, the only thing is, I need to find an area of my own, we need to travel. So let's get moving hmm?

#dsmp transcript #transcript #jack manifold #c!jack #big manifold hotel #c!niki #c!tubbo #c!tommy #dsmp #lmanburg #manifold land

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moonyswriting · 4 years

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A gift of the Stars

Happy birthday Emma!! @ttylfedora I hope you have a fantastic day and may all your wishes come true! You are an incredible person and thank you for helping meee. I wrote it for you, but everyone can read it.

Characters by @lumosinlove and thank you to @unadulteratedpaperparadise for beta reading :)

It was past Finn’s bedtime. He shouldn’t be awake, but he just couldn’t sleep. So much had happened, Finn really couldn’t understand why he was still so full of energy.

He sat up. That didn’t help, it somehow made him even less sleepy.

Throwing his legs in the direction of the edge of the bed, he scooted over until he could hop onto the floor of his bedroom. Waddling over to his door, he carefully moved his hand up to the doorknob to try to open it as quietly as possible. If his parents heard him, they would send him straight back to bed and he really didn’t want to just lay on his bed until he could sleep.

Finn had sneaked over the floors of their hallway quite a few times and he knew that the second board after the bathroom door creaked so he tried to step over it carefully.

Then he reached his destination. A big blue door, identical to his own, on which he knocked softly, barely audible.

He opened the door slowly and peaked through to see into his brother’s room.

Alex saw his door opening, red curls peeking out of the side until he saw Finn’s face.

„Why hello, sir Finnigan, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence at such a late hour?“

It had the desired effect and painted a smile on Finn’s face. He came into the room fully, coming to a stop in front of the older boy, looking up at the nine-year-old until he patted his lap.

Alex picked his brother up and sat up onto his thighs, his arms securely around the younger one’s torso.

„So“, Alex tickled Finn’s side, until he was squirming a bit, but stopped again to talk, “Why are you up?“

„I couldn’t sleep. I have so much energy in me so it just won‘t work.“, Finn told him. He had always been a very energetic kid and this wasn‘t the first time, he had sneaked into Alex’s room for some company. They would usually just cuddle and talk until Finn was asleep, but the older one had another idea for today.

He sat up slowly, holding Finn and repositioning him on his hip for the time being. Alex could feel arms tightening around him.

There were few steps to his bed and when they reached it Alex sat his brother down, standing back up and walking over to his closet to get another blanket for Finn. He took it eagerly and snuggled up against his brother as soon as he sat back down.

“Hey, have I ever told you about the stars?”

Finn picked up his head from where it had been against Alex’s side and looked at his older brother awestruck. “No.”, he breathed, eyes fascinated by what his brother was about to tell him.

Alex got up just enough to open his bedroom window, letting them see outside, but also letting the cold air in.

“Snuggle tight,”, he told Finn and held out his arm, so his smaller brother could make himself comfortable by his side.

“Can you see those white dots in the sky?”, Alex pointed his free hand up into the darkness of the night.

He heard a small, “yeah?”, from his side.

“Those are stars. We can’t see them when we’re at home, since there’s too much light there, but here you can.”

“Whoa, that’s so cool! It’s like someone painted the sky!”, Alex heard his smaller brother whisper.

“Yeah. Do you want to know the story behind them?”

“Ooh, yes please!”, Finn sounded incredibly excited as he pressed his body closer to Alex’s and held his arm, so it wouldn’t let him go. Alex’s arms tightened around his brother and he started tracing small circles on his arm.

“Legend says that they’ve been created by Greek Gods in an effort to lead humans to happiness. The stars have everything already planned out. They know what you’ll be when you grow up, maybe an NHL player like I’ll be once I’m old enough. They’ll know if you’ll marry someone and who. They know everything that happened, happens, and will happen.”

“Whoa,” Finn said again, his mouth hanging open.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. And there are different constellations as well, for really important events. There, for example, is the Leo constellation. For your birthday.”

“I have stars?”

“Everyone has stars, Finni. Sometimes you see them, sometimes you don’t, but they always keep you safe. They protect you.”

Finn looked up into his brother’s face with big eyes, “Like you?”

“Yeah. Like me.”, Alex smiled down at him. He was the perfect little brother. Sure, he was annoying at times, but when it came down to it, he was everything Alex could have ever dreamed for and more.

Finn shifted in his arms, placing his head against Alex’s side and snuggling into him as much as he was able to. Alex held him tight and saw moved the blanket to cover Finn’s whole body. He got a happy hum from his brother in return as they both looked out into the night and at the stars the speckled the sky. Alex could just look at the stars for hours, they were beautiful and full of mysteries. It really was a shame they could only see them in their vacation home, but it was better than never for Alex.

He stared out the window for a while, he didn’t know how long, but he was transfixed on them. A small sound broke him out of it, coming from his side.

Alex had no clue when Finn had closed his eyes or when he’d fallen asleep, but the smaller boy was snoring softly, clutching at Alex’s arm and the blanket.

The older couldn’t help but smile. He tried to move Finn over to his pillow and gently placed his small head on it. After closing the window again, he moved over to where he had been before, a small figure curling up in his bed.

He changed into his PJs quickly and slid under the covers. Draping his arm over Finn’s shoulder, he laid down next to him. Alex chuckled a bit as even sleeping, Finn clutched his hand in his smaller ones. Alex placed a kiss on his brother’s head gently and whispered:

“I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you, little lion.”

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smolchildlevy · 3 years

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~The Owl’s Day~

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: wrote this for our favorite owl’s birthday but it’s trash ksjksjskls

For his special day, all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

—11 a.m.—

“Bo, wake up!” You shake him for the third time.

His eyes slowly open and a smile goes on his face when he sees you.

“Good morning babe!” He says while slowly sitting up.

“Morning. Now get dressed we are going somewhere today!”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.” You grin.

“Tell meee!”

“Hehe nope.”

He pouts for a second before ultimately deciding to just go with it.

You go downstairs since you’re already dressed and ready.

A few minutes later, he comes down.

“Let’s go, shall we?” You say.

“Yep!”

He takes your hand in his before you both walk out the door.

Where you were going was not long of a walk, maybe around 10 minutes.

“You really won’t tell me anything?” He asks.

“Nope, but trust me it’ll be worth it.”

“Alright!”

The two of you chat as you keep on walking, but when you get close to the place, you tell him to close his eyes.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Okay okay, I will.”

You lead him to the entrance.

“Now.. open!”

He opens his eyes.

“Happy birthday baby!” You look at him, his eyes wide and a big smile on his face.

“Y/N YOU BROUGHT ME TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK I WANTED TO GO TO FOR A WHILE??” He shouted.

“I did! Do you like your present?”

“Of course!! How’d you know?”

“I heard you talking to Akaashi about it a little while ago. And I knew your birthday was coming up so..”

“THANK YOUUU!!”

He gives you a big hug, almost squeezing you half to death.

“Come on! Let’s get our wristbands so we can have some fun!”

“Right!”

As soon as you got your bands, Bokuto immediately grabbed your arm and ran to the nearest ride.

The ride was a roller coaster, not a calm one though. (It was the one that has loops which scares you-)

“Bo, are you sure-“

“Absolutely!”

“Alright..”

“Don’t worry, if you’re scared just grab my arm!”

“Hm.. okay.”

During the ride you were horrified while Bokuto had his hands in the air.

“That was awful…”

“Oh come on it was fun!”

Next, you guys went to a hang glider ride that soared in the sky.

Now this one was actually fun. (tbh that’s probably just me but idk)

Y’all were starting to get hungry.

“Hey Bo? Why don’t we go find something to eat?”

“Sure!”

You found the area with carnival food and ordered what you wanted.

“Mmm this is good. Wanna try it baby owl?”

He offered you a bite of a doughnut (don’t ask lol), which you gladly took.

You guys enjoyed you time at the park and eventually got pretty tired. So he decided to go on the thing he wanted most last.

“Wanna go on that ferris wheel?”

“Of course!”

You hopped on it with him and soon it started to go up.

It was relaxing, spending time with you and just having fun all day.

Once you were at the top, it stopped.

Both of you giggled.

“Why don’t we do what those cheesy movies do?” He looks at you, smile plastered on his face.

You nodded, to which he takes that chance and he kisses you.

You melt into the kiss and then y’all let go. He hugs you tightly for the rest of the ride.

After that ride it was time to go back home.

You guys start to walk out.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Making my birthday one of the best ones!”

“Aww baby, it’s no problem. I had fun spending it with you!”

He takes your hand in his once again and squeezes it softly.

Bokuto really loved you.. and you love him just as much.

#x reader #Bokuto x reader #fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq #happy birthday Bokuto #Bokuto #bokuto x y/n #haikyuu x y/n

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bakugou-jpg · 4 years

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Autumn leaves || K. Bokuto

Hello everyone ! Here is another Haikyuu HQ server collab :) Please let me know of you guys can see this, last time o uploaded it it bugged. Anyway hope you guys will enjoy this and here is the link to the masterlist.

September 20

The soft pattering of the raindrops on the window felt like a comforting lullaby that whispered into his ear. It kept him trapped into his slumber, the comforting irregular melody trapping him under its spell.

It wasn't the warmest day of the year, that could surely be said for the man unconsciously nuzzled his face deeper into the covers to get away from the chill that tickled his body. Then again, sleeping without a shirt on and only in a pair boxers wasn't exactly the best pick for a pyjama on a september day.

As he was slowly waking up bit by bit one of his hands slid over matras in search for the source of warmth he'd cuddle up to each morning before waking up, only to find nothing but an empty spot next to him a very light trace of warmth still there.

It was a sunday, so usually it meant that there were no plans for that day but to sleep in and enjoy each other's presence.

Slowly peeking open one eye, Bokuto glanced at the empty spot next to him while grumbling. You were supposed to be there next to him, like usual, but it seemed like you had already gotten out of bed. Not too long ago, for your warmth was still present on the spot you once were.

The blinds were closed, yet if he peeked through the small gap he could see the rain covered window and how the dark clouds overtook the once blue sky making him feel like it was in the late afternoon.

The man inhaled sharply before rolling over onto his back, his arm thrown over his face with the other still in the empty spot next to him before he sighed loudly and stretched his limbs. Bokuto for the love of god could never stretch like a normal person for he always let out this loud groan that sounded like a bear screaming out in pain.

But really, was just your 6 feet tall boyfriend waking up.

Slowly creeping one eye open, Bokuto let his eye get used to the light. Everything was still fuzzy and blurry, he felt like his eyes might of have been glued shut for how heavy and sticky they felt.

A sound coming from the hallway made him poke his head out of the covers to take a look at the door. The footsteps got more silent with every step closer to the door. When they halted, Bokuto could hear the door very softly creak open before catching a glimpse of your (h/c) hair poking through the door followed by your face.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him up, well still drowsy and it was clear that he was still tired and hadn't completely had a grasp on reality yet. "Ah, you're awake already? Weren't you tired from yesterday's practice?"

Bokuto pushed himself up, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and started rubbing his eyes trying to rub the sleepiness out of himself. A very inaudible raspy noise left his throat before a smile made its way onto his face. "Mm, s' yesterday. T' was cold" He said before pulling the big fluffy blankets closer to his body.

A chuckle left your mouth as you walked towards his side of the bed and sat down next to him, your hand settling on his cheek causing him to press his face further into you touch before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Bokuto pressed his lips against your own and hummed softly, hand cupping your face lovingly and the other one snaking its way down to your thigh.

Kissing him was like taking the first bite out of a warm freshly made campfire s'more. The extremely sweet aroma immediately overwhelming your tastebuds and making you giddy and excited for the next bite to come. Yet, after a second or two the warm comforting feeling of the warm marshmallow warming up the inside of your warmth takes over and you can't help but melt into its touch sinking deeper and deeper into the addicting sweet warm taste.

With a sigh of content, Bokuto parts his way from you and looks into your eyes with a big grin on his face. Before you even get the chance to react, he already dipped down to place a quick peck on your lips to top of the kiss he had just given you before.

“Happy birthday, my love"

You whispered, cradling his face in your hands with your cheeks still warm from the aftermath of the kiss. Humming softly when Bokuto wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to cuddle you closely, you pressed your nose into his neck and left some feathery light kisses on it.

You earned a chuckle from the man that currently had you trapped into his arms and squealed when he quickly threw you next to him on the bed and hovered over you, attacking your face with smooches while his hands were digging into your sides and armpits. The laughter coming from you had his heart melting and it didn't take long before he connected his lips with yours again this time the kiss lasting a little less longer than the one before.

For a few seconds it was just Bokuto staring down at you with eyes in awe. I mean yes, he currently was sitting on top of you with you trapped between his legs and your hair a mess due the fact you had been trashing around to get free from his hold but god you were so fucking beautiful and he loved you so fucking much.

"Kotarou get off! Your ass is crushing meee I can't feel my legs" You whined with a giggle escaping your mouth that you were trying oh so hard to hide. "Your breakfast will get cold and I'm not making you a new one."

Once again Bokuto laughed but finally gave in at the mention of you having made breakfast for him. He climbed off of you and held out his hand for you to hoist you off the mattress with a quick tug on your arm he had you up on your feet with an arm slung around your shoulder. He swayed a bit at the beginning, for having gotten up too quickly for his own good and his head felt very light.

The wooden floor was cold especially after just having get out if bed and not having any clothes on but for a pair of boxers. Goosebumps rose on his skin and the man could be seen visibly cringing at the feeling of the new temperature hitting him. He would do nothing rather than stay in bed all day long, but it seemed like you weren't gonna let him stray from your side any time soon today. Especially with how you were excitingly guiding him towards the living room and showing off the big birthday breakfast you made for him that included all his favorite even from some of the countries he had visited.

The fact you had been able to remember warmed his heart, almost radiating enough heat to warm him but but not quite yet for he was still slightly shivering from the cold.

"It tastes wonderful, babe! S'good!" He said with his mouth stuffed with the contents of the plate. You loved Bokuto, you really did, but his eating habit were,,special. A small trial of grease from the bacon glistening underneath the kitchen lamp currently running down his chin and all the crumbs sticking to that said trial of grease made you cringe at the sight of it.

The fact he didn't even bother to wipe it off was..

Grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder that was placed on top of the kitchen counter, you crumbled it up before stepping towards Bokuto and turning his face your way. "I swear sometimes i feel like a mom having to take care of you, Kou your whole face is covered babe!" You laughed, wiping away the food stains on his face only to be wrapped up in a pair of strong arms immediately.

“That's cause i know you'll always be there to take care of me, even if you act like my mom." He said with a grin, eyes still half closed. It seemed like that man probably hadn't had enough sleep yet, after all you do recall him saying yesterday's practice was kinda intense and the fact he went out drinking with the boys afterwards wasn't necessarily s good addition to that.

Putting the napkin down, you took his face in your hands and squishes his cheeks together, just slightly. "Tell me the truth Kou, how tired are you my love?" You whispered, softly running your thumbs underneath his eyes to calm him down.

Even though his hair was already flat from yesterday's shower, you could easily see the man deflate at your question. Why exactly this had triggered his emo mode, you didn't know but atleast you knew what to do and say if it got bad.

The pout on his face and his eyes getting a little glassy made you frown yourself.

"I'm sorry for being such a useless boyfriend..you probably had all these things planned for today but i'm just a tired piece of no good. You should probably go out yourself and leave me be.." Bokuto said while pressing his face into your chest, the arms that were wrapped around your body getting tighter.

When Bokuto was tired, he'd always seem to go into his emo mode a little faster than usual. No matter how big or small the reason he'd always find atleast something to sulk about, but only if he was really tired and his emotions were spilling out of the grasp he had on his brain.

Smiling softly, you tangled your hand into his hair and used your other one to softly run over his back. "Today is your day Bokuto, its okay if you're tired. To be quite honest with you, i'm still a bit sleepy myself and could also use two hours of more sleep so..what if we got back into bed, took a long nap and afterwards we'll watch a movie on the couch with blankets and cake and tonight we'll take a warm bath together hm? Does that sound nice, Kou?" You whispered in his ear, your fingers gently running over his ear shell before you pressed a soft kiss on his temple.

“I love you”

Giggling while you grab his now empty plate and glass to put them in the dishwasher you smiled. “I know you do, i love you too very much Kou. I’m very glad to have been blessed with meeting you and loving you and be loved by you, so thank you for all these years and may there be many more to come.” You said while walking towards him, wrapping your arm around his arm and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

The way Bokuto’s face lit up almost made you believe his hair was about to go straight up by itself. It was the smile he gave you whenever he scored a point in volleyball with his very first instinct being looking for you sitting in the bleachers. The smile he gave you whenever you greeted him at the airport when you came to pick him up and he spotted you among the crowd holding a “welcome home” sign in whatever language of the country he traveled to. The smile when he first got to hold your hand,

The smile whenever he realized just how in love he was with you and how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and only you by his side.

So holding you close in bed, with you nuzzled into his chest with his arm wrapped around you securely nose pressed into the top of your head and legs entangled, Bokuto wish he could be like this for the rest of his life. The two of you had never talked about marriage, but thinking about him being able to call himself your husband.. sounded like a sweet honey dripping down his ears.

“You okay? Thought you wanted to sleep?” You mumbled, very close to falling asleep yourself.

Bokuto smiled softly and hummed, pressing your head back down his chest.

“Never been better”

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto kotaro #bokuto #haikyuu #haikyuu hq #server collab #fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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saint-cichol-is-watching · 4 years

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For the Asmo birthday event do you think you could write about a normally shy MC who goes out to celebrate for his birthday, but MC gets drunk and ends up being very affectionate/clingy? Cuddling him and telling him he's really really pretty etc?

Honey I’m so sorry I didn’t your request yesterday when I skimmed through everything for birthday requests but I am here now ! It will probably be short but I hope you’ll like it nonetheless !

You were never the type to go out and party. The noise, the sweat, the smell, the people constantly invading your private space all of this made clubbing quite difficult for you.

But you were ready to work onto your aversion for Asmo’s birthday.

It was the first birthday of his that you spent together in the Devildom and Asmo made it clear that going out and party was a habit of his for his birthday and that he was very set on going there and bringing you along with him to enjoy a little of the night life in the Devildom.

It was going quite well at first, you had found yourself a small table for the both of you and Solomon, whom Asmo of course invited as well, it was still early in the night so the dance floor was not as crowded as you expected (even though there was still quite a crowd) and the music was quite nice, even though a bit too loud for your taste since you practically had to yell in Asmo’s ear to tell him that you only wanted a glass of water when he asked you what you wanted to drink.

You were never the type to drink and to be honest you weren’t really thirsty for now so you thought a glass of water would easily suffice.

Enormous was your surprise when you saw the two boys coming back holding onto three colorful drinks. That did not look like water.

“What’s this?” you asked pointing at the drink Asmo handed you.

“A cocktail of course!” Asmo answered happily.

“I-I told you I wanted water!” You exclaimed.

A look of realization dawned onto Asmo’s face but soon washed away and was replaced by his usual carefree expression.

“Oh yes you did! Should I get you some water then?” He asked giggling “But that would waste that drink tho...” He added his expression turning a bit sour before once again switch back to his natural obliviousness “Well too bad then I’ll get you your water Love!”

He said that in quite a cheery tone but it was enough for you to remorsefully grab onto his arm to hold him back from going to fetch you some water.

“Is there a lot of alcohol in there? Is it strong?” You asked looking at the colorful drink in front of you.

You couldn’t smell any alcohol coming from it, only a nice fruity sent so you thought maybe just maybe it was worth a shot.

“Only a bit of demonus” Solomon informed you “It’s not that strong as long as you keep a it low”

Nodding you looked at the two guys and told them you were going to keep this drink, in fact you were even going to chug half of it right now, right in front of them just as they tried to warn you.

“They really can’t hold their liquor huh?” Solomon said a bit later as he watched you swaying dramatically from left to right, trying to follow the music but failing miserably as it was now pretty obvious that you completely and utterly drunk.

“I guess they can’t” Asmo said giggling “But look at them they are really the cutest aren’t they?”

They had dance for a bit with and were now taking a short break. You, on the other hand, were having the fun of your life and there was no way you would stop now so you decided not to follow them. Well you barely even noticed they went back to the table to be completely honest.

When you suddenly got aware of the fact that Asmodeus and Solomon had disappeared you searched the club with your eyes only to find them still at the table.

You trotted over to them happy and cheery and all of sudden grabbed onto Asmo’s arm pressing yourself against him.

“Asmoooo” You whined “Come dance with meee”

“Waaah that face you just made was so cute MC! I could just eat you up” Asmo exclaimed while he squished your cheeks with the palm of his hands.

Almost instantly you responded to his affection by putting your own hands on top his and nuzzle your nose in his palms.

“Your hands smell good Asmo” You said something so random Asmo couldn’t help but laugh

“Asmo I want a hug” You then said and Asmo opened his arms ready to give you some affection.

The next hour basically consisted of you being all over the Avatar of Lust. Hugging him, sitting on his lap, cuddling on his chest, kissing his face over and over again. Basically...You were doing everything you always wanted to do to Asmo, well not everything thankfully for Solomon who was still standing there, but had always been too shy to initiate.

And Asmo was loving every single second of it, swimming in your bold affection, nearly ignoring Solomon who was telling him he should bring you back home now. It was only when you grew a little too bold that he stopped you shaking his head from left to right

“That’s a no-no MC” He said holding onto your wrist after you tried to slip your hands under his shirt “Not in public”

“We should call it a night” Solomon said and Asmo finally agreed.

Leading, a very whiny you, out of the club you parted ways with the sorcerer who slipped Asmo his birthday gift right before he headed back the other way towards the Purgatory Hall.

“Shall we go too MC?” Asmo asked you cheerfully.

But you didn’t listen, you were followed after him but you were more focused on the wrapped gift Asmo was holding. The gears in your head started working full speed and in a sudden moment of clarity you remembered : His gift.

You didn’t know where it was your brain was still too fuzzy to process anything, to be honest you couldn’t even remember what it was you got him. But what you knew is that you had absolutely no idea where you had put it.

“ASMOOOOO” You whined once again “I LOST YOUR GIFT”

You grabbed onto his arm as you were still walking looking right at him with big teary eyes.

“Ah did you?” Asmo asked barely even bothered by the news “What shall you do then?” he teased you.

And bit on the bait, pressing yourself on his arm you thought hard about what you wanted to do.

‘Asmo, the Avatar of Lust...maybe he...’ you thought had troubles coming clear to you.

But before you could understand what you were thinking you exclaimed:

“ME! I’ll be your gift Asmo!”

Asmo laughed out loud, oh was he expecting you to say that? Absolutely. You were adorable looking so naive like that.

This was an appetizing proposition you made, after all he always wanted you to taste what real love felt like but Asmo was no fool.

You were drunk, there was no way he was going to take advantage of you like that, especially you who were so precious to him.

Plus sex with a drunk partner were no fun anyway

“Maybe another time MC” He said happily.

By the time he answered you, you had reached the House of Lamentations and you were looking absolutely sad and dejected, he rejected you...

Walking you to your room Asmo held onto your waist and smiled.

“Are you disappointed MC?” He teased.

“No not at all!” You exclaimed.

But it was pretty clear that you were from the way you jerked out of his arms.

“Oh MC don’t be sad love? Should I sleep in your room tonight? I’ll hold you all night long” He said to you with a flirty smile that you barely even noticed.

You shook your head “no” and Asmo giggled. Putting both hands on your face to keep it still he looked right at you and slowly his lips came closer to you before going up and rest on the corner of your lips.

It was such a soft kiss all your worries washed away and you found yourself in a pure moment of clarity, like you had sobered up all of sudden. ‘His lips are very warm’ you even thought.

“Good night MC” He said still so carefree “Have lots of dreams about me alright? I love you so much”

Leaving another sweet kiss on your face, this time on your forehead Asmo turned away and ran to his own room.

“Good night” You answered softly even though he had disappeared already “I love you too” you added before slipping into your own room.

#it's 1am i am so fcking tired #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #swd obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #asmosweek #thefandomlovesasmo

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closer-stars · 4 years

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Nothing Else Matters - San

Member: San Genre: Fluff Word count: .. idk just not as long as my usuals i think. Requested: No Content: San’s birthday. His love for cats is endearing. Choi San best boy. Note: tbh, this didn’t really have much direction, i just really want that boy to be a lil spoiled and feel loved. Repeat after me: Choi San Best Boy.

San already knew that you couldn’t spend the entire day with him. That was perfectly fine with him, both of you had responsibilities. You juggling work and studies, him with his idol life. You did promise that you’ll have the night free for him, just meet you at the cafe you worked for.

That’s why he’s outside of a coffee shop that had a cute animated cat standee by the door. He had already told you that he’s just outside, waiting to be greeted by you whom he considers his rock.

“San! Come in.” You call out, a smile lighting up your worn features. You opened the door wider for him, urging him to come in. The look on your face left no room for the male to complain and so he enters the place quickly and looks around.

“So pretty.” He said, bright eyes scouring the environment. Come to think of it, he never knew where you worked. You always told him that you work at a cafe, just not really saying much as to how it is. The place was well lit, spacious, with only a few tables here and there. He did notice the rattan posts, the platforms perched high on the ceilings and what looked like a few cat toys still waiting to be packed away.

You let him sit on one of the nearest tables, letting him think that you were just cleaning up for the night. It was oddly easier than you thought as he busies himself with his phone, itching to get out of the place to spend time with you.

A soft mewl falls on his ears and he immediately looks around. He looks down and there he spots a young Russian shorthair bumping his head against his leg. “Holy shit.” He mumbles, suddenly running on adrenaline and excitement at the sight of the feline. Three more cats come over to inspect him, all of which were different breeds. A soft squeal escapes his lips. “Babe?” He calls for you, unsure of how to act-- well he did, he wanted to cuddle all of them but he wasn’t sure if that was the right choice. You come out from behind the counter, a slice of purple frosted chocolate cake and a cup of iced americano on your hands. You softly sing him a happy birthday.

His dimples come out at the sight of you singing with the cake and cats that still pester him for head scratches. “Babe..” he breathes out, unable to say anything else. He stands up slowly to help you settle the food on the table. Already a Scottish fold has snatched his seat, to which San makes a high pitched sound. You weren’t sure if it was one of annoyance or of endearment. Probably both.

“So this entire time, you work in a cat cafe and never told me?” He says as he sits on the free seat next to the cat. You seat across him, the Russian shorthair now nestling himself on your lap.

“Before I answer, make a wish and blow out the candle birthday boy.” You muse, endeared by the sight of him playing with the Scottish fold who had taken an interest with his fingers. He does as he’s told. He stops for a moment, then blows the candle out.

“Now answer meee!”

“I do. Been working here even before we met. Also yes, I kept it a secret. How else could I have gotten that look on your face when Nini butt his head against your leg?”

His eyes widen, the small bit of cake stopping midway from his mouth. “You saw that?”

You opt to answer his question with a video taken from the counter. His raised eyebrows, a soft squeak slipping from his lips along with his sudden frantic shaking of his fists. He only looks at a few seconds before covering your screen. His embarrassment causes you to laugh as you keep your phone away. “I wasn’t sure honestly of what to give you so I figured it would be good to have you visit the cafe and meet some of the babies.”

“Oh my god, you call them babies.” His heart was already melting.

“Are they not? Yuni’s already asking for more head scratches, babe.” You remind him, as the Scottish fold paws at his arm. He takes a big bite out of the cake then gently runs his fingers against the head of the small feline, before he opts to settle himself on his lap. It takes everything in San not to squeal at the action.

“What about the other two? What’s their names?”

“The munchkin’s name is Mars.--”

“Seonghwa-hyung.. oh my god.”

You really couldn’t believe that your own boyfriend is pretty much short circuiting at the sight of the cats. Well, you could. The amount of time he sends you photos and videos of cats he finds online was already a giveaway. “Yeah, just like Seonghwa, heh. While the shorthair’s Miru.” You continue to introduce the four cats that have settled around you until he finished his cake.

It didn’t take long to clean up the place, along with making sure the cats were back in their sleeping abodes. Once everything is accounted for, you lock the place up for the night. “How was your day, birthday boy?” You ask as the both of you head back home.

The male starts to recount his entire day, starting with the V-live, practices, and the boys giving him a few gifts. Overall, he admits that today was a day where he really felt loved and appreciated.

“I kind of got you something too..” You admit, now a little self-conscious. From what he said, the gifts from the boys were all out of your budget. It was a struggle to find him the perfect gift.

“Still? I thought it was only the cat cafe, babe!” He says, wearing the same comical shock from earlier. You kick off your shoes as you enter the living room with a chuckle.

“It’s on your dresser. I’ll just go shower okay?” Just like earlier, you don’t give him a chance to fight back, already making your way towards the bathroom.

With a pout, he does as he’s told. There was no other choice really but to do as you say and look for part two to your gifts. He sees a clean white envelope on his dresser with his name written with your distinct penmanship. Curiosity got the better of him so he opens the envelope and out comes a two page letter.

‘If you’re reading this, that means I’m not in the room because I’m a little embarrassed.

Anyways, happy birthday to the mountain that shines brightly, Choi San!...’

He takes his time reading through your heartfelt letter, finding his eyes water up with emotion. He really found himself thinking of you as his home and strength. You never failed to remind him that you were just a normal person who only happened to luck out in loving him. He thought otherwise. You weren’t just normal in his eyes. You were extraordinary to him. The way you loved endlessly, worked diligently, and stood for your own morals. You were the reason he is what he is now, and the same for him to you.

You come out of the shower in your sleepwear, a towel resting over your shoulders when you’re greeted by the sight of San trying his best not cry. “Babe?” He jumps from his spot and looks at you with eyes that shine with unshed tears. Without any other word, he makes his way to you, wrapping you in a hug that could express what words couldn’t.

“Thank you.” He says simply, brushing his lips that faintly taste of coffee and cake, against yours.

“I tried my best, babe. It’s not easy finding a gift for someone who already has everything. Happy birthday again, love.” You admit with a light joke.

“As long as I have you by my side, nothing else matters.”

#san scenarios #san fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #my writings #please i just want to spoil him #can kq bring him to a cat cafe #at least a cat cafe that's humane :c #ive been watching a lot of cat videos too pls send help

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lovethatlaiduslow · 4 years

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i was tagged by @meridianheroine and @liathgray thank you babes!! ♡

1. name: syd!

2. gender: f, she/her pronouns

3. star sign: leo sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

4. height: 5′2, 5’3 on a good day

5. time: 11:10 AM

6. birthday: july 29

7. favorite band: mmmrjkdjd it changes a lot but currently florence + the machine. i’ve been listening to them (her?) an embarrassing amount recently

8. favorite solo artist: mmmmrjdjfn once again somewhere between mitski, fka twigs, phoebe bridgers, björk, fiona apple, sufjan stevens, and hozier

9. song stuck in ur head: girls in the hood by ms megan thee stallion. at any given moment in the day i am going i’m a hot girl i do hot shit spend his income on my outfit i don’t text quick cause i ain’t thirstyyy these bitches mad mad they wanna hurt meee

10. last movie: antebellum. it was... interesting. if you ever check it out please make sure to look up the content warnings because there’s a lot of potentially triggering subject matter

11. last show: bojack horseman. i’m currently on the third season and i’m losing my gd mind it’s fucking excellent

12. when you created this blog: december 2020. i used to be on tumblr in the past, but this is my first time being active since then. it’s weird as fuck ngl but i’m really enjoying it

13. what you post: my specialties are gay shit, pretty shit, pure brainrot, and my other incredibly niche interests i subject my followers to

14. last thing you googled: “i bet on losing dogs chords” i don’t wanna talk about it

15. other blogs: [redacted]

16. do i get asks: i do! i have quite a few in my inbox i need to answer lol i’ll get there

17. how many are you following/how many followers do you have: wouldn’t u like to know weather boy

18. average hours of sleep: 4-6 currently but i’m working on improving that shjhghfrrg

19. lucky number: 69

20. instruments: i played the violin when i was younger, but nowadays i love playing the ukelele, esp baritone :) i also own a melodica entirely to annoy my friends and siblings

21. what are you currently wearing: sweats and fuzzy socks wrapped in a huge blanket. i have work soon i am Decompressing

22. dream job: ur guess is as good as mine my dude

23. dream trip: anywhere in the continent of asia i’ve never been and i would kill a man to go. india or china or thailand or nepal or indonesia anywhere idc dude.

24. favorite food: probably either pancakes or sushi :)

25. nationality: american (derogatory)

26. favorite song: oh yikes. do i. have a favorite song. ig it tends to cycle through mitski’s discography atm it’s probably happy bc it’s the one i’ve been hyperfixating on the most

27. last book read: the song of achilles! i just bought it and circe recently and i’m so fucking excited to read them. it’s already destroying me ksjdkd

28. top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: most studio ghibli films (i’m looking at you, grave of the fireflies), the fma-verse (yes ik im a clown), and either atla or tlok

anyone feel free to jump in if you’d like! ♡

#i have officially had this account for three months LETS GO #not me once again being too nervous to tag anyone i am not good at this website #if you want me to tag you pls lmk and i will!#or just tag me and say i did #i think i left a question out but i’m too lazy to figure our which one lol #anyways no one dox me blease

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theoreticslut · 4 years

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Hello my lovely Holly!! I think this will be the last one from meee! Can I request a 💌 romantic letter from Draco pretty please? It's my birthday later this month, as well as that, I am a total sucker for soulmates if those help at all with a theme? Thank you so much my love, I love you! 🥰💖 also, I'm very happy for it to be posted on your blog!

- @teawiththeweasleys 💖💖💖💖

My dearest Ellie,

I hope all is well, beautiful. I miss you more than you could ever fathom. It's been a rough time lately, with all that has happened last year and all that continues to happen this year. I hope you're not letting it get you down. If I could, I would be right there beside you trying to remind you that there’s something good to be found in every day. Perhaps the idea of us seeing each other again soon is enough to get us through? To be together would be better, but if this is all we can do for now, then it shall make do.

I hear that your birthday is coming up soon, darling. How I wish I could be there for your special day. I would give you all the hugs and kisses in the world and then some. It’s not nearly all that you deserve, but it’s the most I could do. I only hope it would be enough for you. If it were possible, I would give you the moon and all of the stars. Only the most beautiful sight for the love of my life.

I must be the luckiest man in existence to have you as my soulmate. I truly doubt there’s anyone that could ever compare to you. What with how charming and intelligent and kind you are. There’s a reason people are drawn to you, darling, and I can only consider myself lucky to be able to be apart of your life. Not to mention how stunningly beautiful you are inside and out. You truly are an angel on earth.

Before this letter gets too long, darling, I want to remind you how much I love you. It’s been most difficult not having you beside me. There’s nothing I would enjoy more than to hold you in my arms once again and see that smile that melts my heart. I truly hope we can see each other again soon. Until then, let us stay safe and well.

Once again, my dear, I hope you are well. I love you to the moon and back. I wish you the happiest of birthdays if I can’t write to you again before then. May this next year be ever more gracious to you my darling.

With much love,

Draco Xx

I hope you like this beautiful!! Thank you so much for taking part in the end of the year party!! I’m sorry it’s taken awhile to get this to you 😓 I love you so very much 💗

#theweasleyslut’s end of the year party #harry potter #hp letters #letters from characters #hp character x reader #draco malfoy

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years

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A/N: It’s finally my birthday month and I am, once again, filling up the Konoha agenda. Today I offer you Konoha propaganda... Tomorrow? Konoha propaganda.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Coming Soon!)

ensemble. | konoha akinori

part 2 - poco a poco.

word count: 8618

warnings: MC’s brothers have a heavy... sister-complex; overworking

(n.) little by little

‘Help’ wasn’t an unfamiliar word for you. Helping other people with their homework (to none of their avails), helping your bandmates with lifting the appliances, etcetera, etcetera. Do as much as you can, was what your parents told you as a child, and that was what you did, regardless of who asked.

Therefore, it certainly piqued your interest that Suzuki Ume, captain of the school’s marching band, and the two managers of the Boys’ Volleyball Club had crept their way into the Light Music Club room to ask you for a favor.

“Ooh, a cheering song’s certainly a new genre,” you piped up. “I used to try and convince my club members to switch to another style, but they’re too quick to reject me, y’know? PARANOIA as an idol group wouldn’t be so bad~”

The thought of the ever-stoic Mizushima Reo wearing a frilly idol costume had the Marching Band Club captain stifling a snort. “It would definitely be a sight...”

“I think we can all agree that when it comes to composing music and lyrics, you’re our first choice,” Kaori piped up. “If we can get the message across, then it would be a solid form of motivation for the team—or Bokuto at least, especially with the qualifying tournaments coming up.”

“Plus, Konoha would love it if you made a song for him, no?” Yukie followed, her languid gaze trailing up to your smiling face.

You’d nearly forgotten that Akinori belonged with the Volleyball Club. You were third-years now, both in the last moments of your high school youth. The teachers had started counselling for future prospects, your classmates had started worrying whether or not their current marks would bring them far in life, and as a whole, the third-years have begun to panic. You didn’t mind though—as long as you had your rock-hard conviction and your pragmatic boyfriend, you felt like you could do anything you wanted.

“Ah, I almost forgot that you and Konoha-kun were an item,” Ume said, her eyes twinkling. “So, how’s it? Have you two kissed yet?”

Faking a pout, you crossed your arms in mock offense, “Very scandalous, Umecchi. My virgin lips aren’t ready to be taken away yet, you know...”

“Kidding, kidding~ so, Y/N-san, would you like to do the honors of composing the Fukurodani Volleyball Club anthem for us?”

“No thank you!” you chirped, smiling earnestly.

The faces of your three guests fell.

Seeing their distressed expressions, you laughed, “I was just messing with you~ You guys are too serious. Sure, I’ll make the song. It’ll be fun, right?”

Kaori cleared her throat, reaching into her pocket to hand you a scrap of folded paper. “R-right... Anyway, here’s some ideas we collected to get you started. I’ve also written our numbers at the bottom, if you have any questions.”

“Though something tells me you already have them,” the droopy-eyed manager grinned.

Chuckling, your eyes flitted through the daintily-written notes and doodles scrawled all over the paper, “Yep. These notes are good. I’ll report back to you when I finish my final draft.”

“That’ll be great,” Ume sighed in relief. “But don’t work yourself restless, alright? Mizushima-san told me you’re those types of people who don’t stop until they get it done. We’re all third-years now, so we’ll be happy to lend a hand.”

“Of course,” was the answer you said to them, because it was the right answer. The moral answer. Instead of the more worrying: It’s fine, I might pass out from working too hard, but at least I’ll finish the job.

As the three “left the song in your care”, you escorted them back to the third-year hallways while replaying their entire conversation with you in your head. Oh, they were certainly a curious trio, walking into the lion’s den naked. But from all the curious things they’ve told you, one resounded loudly in your memory.

“Have you two kissed yet?”

Somberly laughing to yourself, you thought that, ah, that might be trouble.

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Akinori’s ears were threatening to fall off their places from the two-hour long lecture about the Tokugawa shogunate. Whose grand idea was it anyway to put Japanese History as last period? He was ready to melt into a weary puddle right on the school’s entrance, but you, on the other hand, seemed even more chipper than usual.

“Geez, what’s up with all the extra energy? You’re like Bokuto...” he groaned. “Didn’t you have Modern Literature as your last subject?”

“Yep, but I’m not allowed to get tired now!” you laughed, exuberantly slapping his back to get him out of his slump. “We’ve got no club activities today, right? Let’s go to that new cafe in Shinjuku, just to get your energy back~”

“Mm... parfait would be nice. But why are you so particularly tireless now?”

“Ooh, I’ve got a new job to do,” you said while grinning impishly. “The marching band and the Volleyball Club asked me this morning.”

Smiling sympathetically, Akinori ruffled your hair. A force of habit. “Bokuto didn’t ask you to do anything weird, right?”

You shook your head, as you paused to stop in the middle of the courtyard to look at him properly. “Your managers asked me. Yuki-chan and Kaorin. They want me to make a cheering song for you for the qualifying tournaments.”

“Whoa, seriously?” he exclaimed, exhaustion replaced with that of wonder. “That’s really cool, Y/N-chan! I can’t wait to see what you’re going to write.”

The blonde’s hand fell from the crown of your head to the slope of your shoulder, the comfort from his palm spreading into your chest. Under the light of the afternoon sun, Akinori seemed much warmer in person. You wondered if you could do that thing Ume was pestering you about earlier. Leaning towards him, a million thoughts whizzed in your head, but you paid them no attention, because as soon as your eyes fluttered close—

HONK! HONK!

“Y/N-chaaaan!”

Lips falling flat, your features darkened. “No way... No way. No way. What the hell is he doing here?”

“Y/N-chan! It’s meee! I’ve come to pick you up~” the man waving by the taxi persistently yelled from you at the gates of the school, attracting the whispers and giggles of passing students.

Concern scrawled all over his face, your boyfriend turned to you, “Y/N-chan... W-who is that?”

“It’s that crazy person again...”

“Crazy person?!”

Grabbing his hand, you tried to ignore the shameless calls from the grown taxi driver who was simply too relentless. “Never mind that. Aki-chan, you can run, right? Let’s run right now. Don’t turn back, okay?”

And without warning, you dragged your boyfriend around a sharp corner, your legs pedaling as much as your glutes could handle. Akinori wished you’d stop and explain everything to him, but if you seemed to be so desperate as to avoid this certain taxi driver, then you probably had a good reason for it.

As much as he’d hoped he didn’t, curiosity overtook the boy and he did the one simple thing, you’d pleaded him not to do. Akinori turned back, and was met with a pair of sinister eyes that swam with murderous intent.

“Y/N-chan, he’s chasing us! Why is he chasing us?! And why is he so fast?!” he cried, the impending fear of the incoming taxi driver feeding adrenaline into his legs.

“This guy was a yankii* in high school. An A-grade delinquent. If he’s fast, then we just have to run faster!”

Did things always have to go so unexpectedly with you? Why couldn’t the two of you just sit down and make plans for the day, like a normal couple? Akinori figured you were lacking of “normal”, but to be chased by a former delinquent through a sidewalk was straight up terrifying—he didn’t even get to decide on what sort of will he was going to write!

“Y/N-chaaan! It’s me, Wataru-nii-chan!” your pursuer wailed from behind you. “Don’t you recognize me?! Is it the mullet?”

Wataru-nii-chan?! Konoha repeated in his mind.

Growling, you roared back at the man. “Go home, Aniki*! I can go back on my own, so stop chasing us before someone calls the police!”

Oh god, Akinori definitely didn’t expect his first encounter with one of your three older brothers to be like this. So much for a good first impression... But it was moderately your fault that you tended to avoid the subject whenever it was brought up. The only thing he’d ever recalled from your descriptions of them was that “they’re all annoying” and that they had all moved out from Tokyo to live elsewhere.

“Not until you let me drive you home!” your brother stubbornly shot back.

You were getting tired now. Running around in circles through the school district. If this race was a way to prove that you had graduated from the mere role of the “baby sister”, then so be it.

Though if it had been any other brother of yours chasing you down the streets, you would’ve been luckier. But this was Wataru for god’s sake. The second child. The idiot whose impulse transcended logic in every way possible—and the worst person to challenge to a foot race.

“Fine!” you groaned, nearly stumbling over your feet as your boyfriend pulled you from your fatigue. Hands slipping on the curve of your knees, you glared at your brother from the low angle. “I’ll go home with you this once. Then you’ll stop coming to my school.”

Ruffling your hair, he grinned, “I knew you’ll come through for your big bro.”

“...Whatever, let’s just go,” you muttered, shying away from the older man’s touch. Looking back at your visibly concerned yet confused boyfriend, you gave him a shrug and weakly waved goodbye as you trailed behind Wataru to his taxi.

Damn, that was way too scary, Akinori breathed. His stomach rumbling, he wondered if he still should stop by that cafe you’d talked about earlier. Probably not.

Resting your chin on the sill of the taxi window, you sighed loudly, enough to catch the attention of your brother on the rearview mirror. Wataru smiled brightly, driving you away from the landscape of Fukurodani Academy.

“Was that your boyfriend with you? That ‘Aki-chan’ Mom and Dad keeps talking about?”

“Bingo,” you retorted plainly, hoping that he’d stop trying to make small talk.

“By the way, I heard there’s a new cafe that just opened up in Shinjuku,” Wataru said, the mention somewhat a déjà vu. “You want to stop by and grab some parfaits?”

Frowning at your own reflection on the glass, you grumbled, “It’s fine. I’m not hungry.”

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What the hell is this, you cursed.

Like they just coincidentally planned to ruin your day, all three of your older brothers—who had mentioned to you that they were going to spend their break at their workplaces—were sitting jovially at your family dining table, as if none of this was a shock.

“Isn’t it a lovely surprise, Y/N?” your mother beamed, scooping a larger spoonful of rice onto your oldest brother’s bowl. “They didn’t even tell us they were coming to visit!”

Of course not, you scowled. If there was one thing you and your brothers had in common was that it was the annoying habit of doing things unexpectedly and expecting the second party to live with it. You wondered if this was what Akinori had felt the day you approached him.

“Y/N-chan’s gotten so big. I wonder if she can still fit on my lap like she used to,” Kensuke, the oldest, cooed, gazing at you with glassy eyes. “You want to sit on Ken-nii-chan’s lap, Y/N-chan? I’ll feed you too if you’d like~”

“No thank you,” you growled through gritted teeth and broccoli.

The third brother Masao chuckled while ruffling your hair endearingly, “Now, now, Y/N-chan. Of course Kensuke’s going to point out that you’ve grown bigger, he’s a pediatrician after all. If you don’t want to be fed by him, how about Masa-nii-chan, eh?”

Pushing your quarter-empty meal to the center of the table, you turned your face away from the college senior’s nostalgic “beef stew airplane”. “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

“You usually eat things up like it’s nothing. Are you ill? A rebellious phase?” Kensuke muttered, leaning back on his chair to closely observe your darkening mood. “No, it’s something more... Could it be—is it your boyfriend?”

“Or that band of yours, maybe? I can’t believe you’re still in it, you know you can’t get very far with music, right?” Masao sneered, gulping down his glass of water. “All of your friends remind me a lot of Wataru when he was still a high school hooligan.”

Showing no signs of appreciation for the comment, your second brother winked at you from across the table. “Speaking of your boyfriend, I met him today when I picked you up, didn’t I?”

The mention of your ‘infamous’ boyfriend turned the heads of the entire dinner table—you weren’t so sure why your parents looked so surprised as well, you supposed it was just genetics.

“Really? What was he like? I can definitely tell he’s one of those skinny ones.”

“You bet. I was more curious about his hair though...”

“Is it dyed or is it a natural shade?”

“It was too dark to tell, maybe when I encounter him again, I’ll take a small snip of his hair to show everyone~”

Kensuke, who in your memory didn’t fare well with news of any boy approaching a 1-metre radius of you, darkly smiled behind the shade of his spectacles. He hadn’t said anything in response to Wataru’s report, and that itself terrified you to bits.

“Ooh, you’re still with him, Y/N-chan?” at his sappy call of your name, your stomach tightened. The table fell silent at the mercy of the oldest child. “That’s new. You usually get bored of something or someone after a few months or so... Are you sure it’s not much of a burden for you? You’re a third-year too, after all... You shouldn’t take relationships for granted~”

If Wataru was a knuckleheaded ogre and Masao was a devious fox, then Kensuke was definitely the demon to rule them all. It was in their nature, whether they realized it or not; they always made you seem pathetic so that they could take the chance to dote and care for you like they wished for.

“Dinner was delicious,” you blurted out, standing up from your chair abruptly that the tableware shook and clattered. “I’m going to my room.”

Watching you slam the bedroom door, Kensuke shouted after you, “Ehh... You’re not going to tell us about you and your boyfriend? We’re curious!”

You let your brothers’ voices fade out into white noise as you collapsed face-down onto your bed. You hoped that this visit wasn’t going to last long, otherwise, you’d be pulling out every hair from your head until you went bald.

Unfolding the scrap of notes your three patrons had previously collected for you, a weak smile cracked through your face. Don’t mind them, Y/N-chan, you thought as you got up to place your beloved guitar on your lap. Let’s get to work.

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Akinori swore your face was so sour, he tasted lemons in his mouth.

You looked like you didn’t sleep for days. You, who had always brimmed with energy, were quietly cursing your brothers as you ate lunch. Added to your rather beautiful profile, you looked like an phantom waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim.

“So, how was your consultation with Yamanouchi-sensei about your future plans?” he cleared his throat, hoping that he could slowly pick away the frosty wall between you.

You only frowned deeper—so deep that your eyebrows were almost parallel. “Future plans... Do I have to decide everything now? My life is only this wonderful because I don’t plan anything. I could be busking in the streets with Reo, Iori-kun and MugiMugi ten years from now and I’d be perfectly fine.”

Akinori laughed. That ‘plan’ definitely smelled very strongly of you.

“What about you?” you nudged his elbow with the side of your chopsticks. “What do you want to be doing in the future, Aki-chan?”

“Hmm... I’ll definitely go to college—otherwise my mom’s brains will leak out of her ears if I don’t. After that, I’m considering setting up a business on my own, maybe in Meguro where it’s a bit cheaper than Ginza or Roppongi. It’d be nice to be your own boss, don’t you think?”

You smiled weakly and nodded. How annoying. Just as you were liberated from your isolation just a year ago, you felt like you were already seeping back into loneliness once more. Everyone had a plan after high school.

Akinori was going to be an ambitious conglomerate with the number one business in Meguro. Gorilla-faced gentle Reo was finally going to set up that ramen shop he’d been dreaming of. Iori, a rebel to mankind and jaywalking laws, was going to “hell with everything” and enter a prestigious art school. And young Tsumugi... well, whatever a sales operator was, you wished him all the best as a good senpai would do.

And thus, you were stuck again. As the prodigy L/N Y/N who could do everything... but could never decide on anything.

“It’s my brothers’ fault I was so sleepy when I filled in that form. They were disturbing my peace of mind and so I got scolded by Yamanouchi-sensei for it,” you reasoned.

“Is that why you look so tired?”

“No, that’s not it,” you sighed, replacing the lid on your emptied bento. “I spent all night finishing up most of the cheering song’s melody.”

Akinori nearly choked on his strawberry milk. “That much already?! Y/N-chan, the tournament isn’t until a week away! Geez, think about yourself more, won’t you? What would you do if you fell sick and collapsed?”

Getting up to pat away the dust resting on your skirt, you gave your boyfriend a cheeky smile. “Then you’ll just have to take care of me until I get better.”

“Ah... You’ll only ask me to do weird stuff. Why can’t your brother do it? Isn’t he a doctor?”

You curtly gave him an unappreciative pout, masking your obvious mirth. “C’mon~ I’m your girlfriend. You’re going to need a punishment for saying that, Aki-chan. Come now, don’t cover up your sides, I’m going to have to tickle you good—!”

Though you were laughing, you were a mess. More than usual, Akinori thought. It was disturbing enough that his first impression of your older siblings was nightmarish at best, but he wondered if your coping methods could’ve been more... amiable. What would he do if you really fell sick and collapsed? Would your brothers even let him visit especially with their overbearing sense of vigilance?

From your little grumbling, it really did seem like they didn’t like him. Or, really, the concept of him. As much as Akinori appreciated your solace, it would be troublesome if they’d thought he was trying to influence you to despising your family. Some sort of soap opera this is.

At least you were smiling now. He thought. And that was all that mattered in that moment, because he knew things were about to go awry one way or another.

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“Y/N-san... I think my ears just ascended to second heaven.”

In the expanse of the Marching Band Club room, Suzuki Ume had her hands clasped together, a content expression resting idly on her face. And it really did look like she’d died happy.

“Right~?” you grinned, setting down Lennon-chan next to the blackboard. “The melody really gets you pumped up, doesn’t it? Especially when it’ll be played by all the trumpets and percussions... I think even I’ll start feeling the adrenaline.”

Brandishing the handwritten sheet music in her hands, Ume smiled at you endearingly. “This song is perfect, Y/N-san. And I’m sure your lyrics will only make it better. If I may propose...”

Repeating the word she’d trailed off, you felt an even bigger smile cracking through the slits of your pearly teeth.

“It would be great if you were there to lead the song for us. That is, only if you agree! I’ve already discussed it with the PTA and the principal and they’re all on board with the idea.”

The room grew still, and the captain spoke again.

“I’m sure Konoha-kun will be excited if you were there cheering for him on... maybe you’ll finally get one of those romantic after-game kisses with him~”

Ume never recalled a moment where you ever blushed. But to see Fukurodani’s infamous “alien” genius so flustered—red from head to toe—was a victory no one could ever seldom. Who could blame you? When thoughts of your untouched lips being swept away by your guileful boyfriend in an enclosed space, so close yet so far from prying eyes were buzzing in your head... Geez, now you really wanted a kiss.

“I’ll lead the song for you—b-but not because I want my boyfriend to do... that!” you quickly reasoned, the red on your face turning darker. “Aki-chan gets all sweaty after a game and being kissed in that condition is gross! Public displays of affection are also pervy, aren’t they? R-right?”

Hoho, Ume giggled. So the Iron Maiden is this type of tsundere~

“Umecchi. That amused look on your face, please erase it.”

It took Suzuki Ume her entire fist in her mouth to pacify her approaching laughter. But eventually, she’d jovially apologized for teasing you, alleviating the pout resting on your face. Reviewing her ideas for the lyrics once more, you drew the conclusion that a) you were still going to have to examine the Volleyball Club first-hand for inspiration and b) writing lyrics for a cheering song was going to be harder than you’d expected. You, who had been used to your own hostile verses in PARANOIA’s songs, were going to have to be forced to avoid the usual... “dirty scums” business.

You were beginning to regret taking the offer, but quickly waved away the thought, thinking that you were starting to sound like your boyfriend. Exiting the Marching Band club room, you pondered on a proper time to visit the Volleyball Club for research. They had today off. Tomorrow, maybe? No, Akinori would complain that you were working too hard—

“Ow!” you yelped, rubbing your forehead from the sudden impact from the wall—Wait, you squinted. There was never a wall here.

And when a pair of arms wrapped around you as a constrictor so eager to devour, all answers were revealed. “Y/N-chaaan! It’s so nice to see you! Aaah, Masa-nii-chan was starting to wonder where you were, you know? Kyuu~”

Scuffling against the third brother’s vice-like embrace, you hissed. “Aniki, let go! You’ll damage my guitar! What are you doing here?! Who in hell would let you in?”

Gently setting you down, Masao watched you with a reprimanding look on his face, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“How cruel of you to say, Y/N-chan. I’m only here to check on my alma mater...” he sulked, focus zeroing in on the piece of paper in your hand. “What’s that? Can I see?”

Before you could express your dissent, Masao had already lunged behind you, snatching the paper into his hands. Reaching for the large wall with your dwarfen arms, you let out a shrill wheeze as his eyes started to skim over the paper and his expression dropped to a million feet.

“Give it back, Aniki!”

“You’re still doing this music thing? Geez, did you even listen to what I said during that one dinner?” he scoffed, turning his back to you to further deride your struggle. “‘You won’t get very far with music’. I bet these scrubs aren’t even paying you.”

Taking up all the strength in your legs, you craned against Masao as much as possible and retrieved the sheet with a disapproving crackle. “I’m not capitalistic like you. And yes, I am still doing this ‘music thing’, but no matter how far I’ll go...”

You paused, drinking in the grave look on your brother’s face.

“I’ll always have people to support me, Aniki.”

At the spur of the moment, like your ancestors were trying to curse you for speaking of the devil, a familiar call of your name had the both of you turning your heads. A mop of blonde and a pair of simple dark eyes that did not match the scene that was playing out before him.

What was Akinori doing here? Why would he call for you seeing that this obnoxious adult was here?! Run away, you begged with your gaze, but the fear that rooted your boyfriend was unrelentingly profuse. No! Don’t succumb!

“Ah! Y/N-chan’s brother!” he bowed, an angle so sharp he almost snapped a muscle. “It’s nice to finally meet you... S-sir.”

“Sir?” Masao drawled, the question pumping acid into the atmosphere. “I’m not even that old yet.”

Despite being younger than the first brother he’d encountered, there was no doubt that this one was more terrifying than the last. At least to your boyfriend he was. Masao, more attractive-looking than Wataru, had a carbon copy of your steely gaze. “He’s a fox! A wily fox who’ll get you to assume things without meaning to!” you’d told him a few days prior, annoyance burning in your tone.

As Masao opened his mouth to speak again, Akinori could only gulp. “You’re much taller than I expected. You’re a regular in the volleyball club, right, Aki-chan?”

“R-right,” he responded. God, now he knew why his term of endearment only sounded right when it came from you.

Circling your boyfriend like a famished vulture, Masao studied him from the tips of his hair to the toes of his shoes. “So stiff~ I would’ve mistaken you for my little sister’s guitar if you weren’t so...” he smiled warmly at the boy, then hissed.

“... Alive.”

Akinori suddenly realized what you meant by him being such a “fox demon”—he supposed you were just trying to remind him of a folk tale that time, you said yourself that whatever you said shouldn’t be taken too much to the heart. Gulping at the imposing brute of the man, your boyfriend made a mental note to listen closely to your fanciful ramblings the next time he wanted to stay “alive”. For good riddance.

Laughing raucously at his expression, Masao slapped his shoulders, worthy of the ossan* at the nearby ramen shop. “I was just messing with you! Geez, you don’t have to take me so seriously~ You’re just like Y/N-chan but less cuter! Damn, exactly the type of guy Kensuke-nii would love and hate at the same time! Hey, tell me, have you two kissed yet? I can tell that my little Y/N-chan would enjoy that kind of stuff. She is the hopeless romantic after all~”

“K-kiss?!”

At the mention of the accursed ‘activity’, you decided that it was time to finally interfere. Fitting yourself in between your paralysed boyfriend and your brother, you spread out your arms in a sign of mock annoyance. Eyes blazing as bright as your face, you begged Masao one last time.

“That’s enough getting to know each other, right, Aniki?” you said, urging him away from the stricken third year. “If you’re really here to look around the school, then you should hurry and go already. I’ll take you to the staircase, come on.”

Casually lounging an arm over your shoulders, your brother bent down towards your ear, “He’s not so bad. I like him.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you’re saying that just to win me over—”

“Geez, would you stop getting all wary with me? I’m not.” Masao muttered. The mischievous glint in his eyes disappeared just as gravity replaced it. “Your Aki-chan seems like a good kid. Not my type, just so you know. But if you care about him that much as to protect the guy from both me and Wataru, then he’s really something, huh? I’m still not in favor of your entire music future ordeal, but if that Konoha guy is your ‘support’, then I’ll rest easy knowing he’s got your back.”

There was another one of those uncomfortable pauses you hated again. Your brothers never lied; it was one of those characteristics that made your family prone to bluntness over everything else. Nevertheless, there was a sense of lightness in your chest after hearing your brother’s approval. You supposed that even if Masao was the slyest sibling known to man, he was indefinitely more tolerable than... Creepy Siscon Kensuke or Stubborn Belittling Wataru.

“Are you going to tell Kensuke and Wataru about this?”

Eyeing your concern, Masao tilted his head. “I won’t. Promise.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, nodding at your brother from atop the staircase, “... Masa-nii-chan.”

The face Masao was enough for you to scrunch up in disgust and regret whatever you just said. “H-Haa... Y-you finally called me Masa-nii-chan again... I’m so happy. So, so happy. W-will you give me a hug, Y/N-chan?”

“No way. Calling you that again was embarrassing enough, Aniki.”

“Not Aniki! Call me Masa-nii-chan! Once more!”

Shaking your head petulantly, you laughed at your brother’s woes leaving him to continue with a tour of his alma mater (unaccompanied by the hug he so desired). You returned to your lingering boyfriend with ease in your heart and found him just as stricken as you had left him.

“He’s gone now, you don’t have to look so tense,” you poked at his rigid expression.

“Your other brother he mentioned...” Akinori bit his lip. “Would he really hate me?”

You let out a breath.

“I can’t say he won’t, but Masao also said he’d love you, right? Don’t worry about it,” you grinned, looping your arm around his to drag him through the third year hallways. “When he’s being serious, you can trust that guy with his words.”

“Even the ones about how you’d enjoy being kissed?”

The spring freezing in your step, you stared at your boyfriend incredulously. Dawning on Akinori’s face was a look of absolute triumph and illuminated by the shadows of the midday sun, it was like you were at an impasse. It was near unheard of, that this was the same boy who’d you manhandled last year to get his feelings straight! And now, he was using that subliminal charm of his—the one you’d developed—in addition to that godforsaken attractive smirk to ensnare you.

What’s up with that, you thought. A mix of sheer arousal, fear and pride pooling in your hammering heart. I created a monster.

“... Except for those words,” you gritted, trying to keep your footing steady with the way Akinori was leaning closer to your body.

He chuckled lowly. “Eeh, we haven’t even kissed yet. Do you actually have experience in this sort of thing?”

You turned to the large windows lining the walls, hoping that you’d play off your deepening blush. “Of course not. And don’t say it like you have any either! If I’d dated someone who’s already had their first kiss... that would be weird on my side.”

Ruffling your hair while laughing heartily, Akinori let his eyes trail towards the outline of your face. You were beautiful, that was obvious. But in a private moment just like this, just you and him, you always seemed like you were glowing. Your curious eyes—overflowing with mischief and mysteries that he swore to uncover with time. Your cheeks, warm against his fingers and always dusted with a faint red whenever he was around. And your lips. Untouched, unkissed. A plump pair he’d only dreamed of wrapping his own around.

Tracing the pads of his fingers on the contours of your lips, charting etches of himself upon it, Akinori wondered what it would feel like. To kiss you. Would you truly enjoy it, like your brother had said?

“Aki-chan...?” your voice. So delicate and seductive; his name came out of your mouth like amber honey dripping on his hand. It was funny, to be so in love with you. Even after moments where he’d regretted he hadn’t.

It didn’t occur to him how his face was already gravitating towards you. Maybe you weren’t just an alien, maybe L/N Y/N was an entire extraterrestrial planet with a pulling force of its own.

And Konoha Akinori would be the first man to set foot on it.

“W-Whoa! Sorry ‘bout that! Am I interrupting something private, Taichou*?”

Setting foot, Akinori thought of registering himself into a mental ward for thinking of such an uncharacteristic analogy. Watching you wave giddily at the prowler who just happened to be your bandmate Iori, he sighed. I just got hit by an entire meteoroid.

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You considered buying yourself a good-luck charm from the nearby shrine. The feeling of being overwhelmed... was something you could never get used to. It was rare for you to feel so swamped, taking into account how you prided yourself over being able to get things done at lightning speed. But the song, college entrance exams, your brothers, your band and... that interrupted chance of a kiss. Everything simply took its chance to slip itself into your head all at once.

And it didn’t help at all that Kensuke had found out about your lazily answered Future Plans form that you had stupidly left lying around on your bedroom desk... under that? The lyrics to the cheering song.

“If you’re going to take your future so lightly, then you’re better off not going to that volleyball match,” he’d said to you coolly, a reflection of your seething face bouncing off his glasses. “Is this why you’ve been up all night on your guitar?”

“It was my choice,” you’d told him repeatedly.

“What uncharacteristic choices!” Kensuke had gasped mockingly, crossing his arms. “I’m simply worried about my cute little sister. What if those choices lead you to your doom? Your future, your band... that boyfriend of yours.”

He had paused to ruffle your hair, in which you’d barely managed to duck away from.

“Why don’t you just give all that up and let your big brothers take care of you, okay, Y/N-chan?”

Of course, you had only scoffed in reply and pretended like you didn’t hear him, but you weren’t going to show Kensuke that his words were actually bothering you, were you?

At the current hour, your brothers didn’t matter. As long as you finished the lyrics, everything would be fine. It’ll be fine, you said to yourself. Your long week of juggling through school, visiting the gym for lyrical inspiration, appointments with teachers, your club, clients and boyfriend, all while avoiding your brothers’ nosy interventions had begun. And there was no more back-pedaling on anything.

On the bright side, the marching band was progressing amicably with practicing the melody with you. You decided that Ume, still inquisitive about the passage of your relationship, wasn’t their captain for nothing. Hence, it would only be fair that you also gave your all during your practices—whether or not you finally felt weary in any parts of your body didn’t matter.

And ultimately, the utmost crescendo of the entire week had finally dawned you. You finished. You finished the lyrics! The song! Just about 3 days before the tournament and you had excitedly jotted down the final lines of the cheer. It was flawless in your mind and you comically considered switching over PARANOIA’s theme into something more flamboyant.

Just as a storm had come, the gods had blessed you with a stroke of good fortune. Your week had finally turned around for the better. The rehearsals, the feeling of a pick between your fingers, the swelling intimacy between you and Akinori. Your future even seemed clearer in your head. The tournament was only two days away and you felt like steel. Nothing could stop you. Nothing—

“39 degrees.”

“H-huh...?”

“You’re sick, Y/N-chan,” Kensuke sighed taking a seat on the stool next to your bed, the thermometer between his fingers flashing the two digits you never once fathomed to unite. “Mom and Dad have called your school and told them you won’t be attending class today.”

Nothing, but a 39-degree fever that made your legs buckle every step you took.

“I can’t be sick!” you suddenly cried out, only to be thrown aback by your own string of coughs. You rasped again, your legs weakly reaching out to the floor, looking for your slippers. “T-The tournament is tomorrow and I have to be there to lead the supporters—!”

As your toes kissed the surface of the hardwood, your knees caved away, crumpling and collapsing you forwards into the anticipating embrace of your three brothers. Cringing, you couldn’t help but to melt away into their warmth. You were cold. So, so cold. And all you wanted to do was wither away.

“Oi, oi! Think about your health first,” Wataru scolded, easing you back down against your plush pillows. “39 degrees won’t just go away like that, y’know? Worst-case scenario is that you won’t feel better until Sunday.”

Bundling your blankets over your shivering form, Masao nodded. “Wataru’s right. We’re sorry, Y/N-chan, but I don’t think you can go to the tourney tomorrow with your current condition.”

With a gentle stroke of his fingers on your sweat-slicked hair, Kensuke was already putting you into a trance that made your eyelids go heavy. “It’s cold, isn’t it? You poor, poor thing... It’ll be alright, Y/N-chan. Doctor Ken-nii-chan is going to take proper care of you~”

And those were the least reassuring words you’d ever heard in your life before you yielded to slumber.

“Y-Y/N-chan, are you alright?!” your boyfriend’s voice blared through your phone. It was already evening, and you didn’t catch how many hours you’d been out like a light until you stirred awake to the ringing of your cell phone. “I didn’t see you all day so I asked Tsuyoshi-san and he said you were down with a fever! Should I visit and bring you some food? W-what do you want? Some miso soup or chicken stock?”

“No, it’s fine,” you wheezed out softly. “You don’t have to come.”

“W-why not?” Akinori murmured, the torment in his voice seeping through your speakers. “You said yourself that if you ever collapsed and fell sick, I’ll be there to take care of you, right? I want to take care of you now, even if you make me do weird things. So, please—”

“Akinori.” You sternly hissed. What were you going to tell him? That he couldn’t come because your iron-willed brother slash doctor was guarding your door like a dog? You didn’t even want to know what Kensuke would do to your boyfriend if he came over. “Don’t. Come. I don’t want you to catch my fever. The match is tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, but—”

“If you love me, don’t visit. Thanks for the concern,” you said flatly and quickly hung up before he could say anything else to pull at your heartstrings. God, you really felt like a loser. Maybe your brothers weren’t so wrong about the ‘weak little sister’ business...

A knock on the door, and the devil had answered to your thoughts. “Hello~? I’m coming in, Y/N-chan. Are you awake? I’ve got your medicine.”

Heat flooding your brain, you were already frustrated enough about the entire ordeal, and your brother’s face was the last thing you wanted to see right now. Turning around to face the wall, you buried yourself into your blankets as the sound of an opening door and a tray being set down filled the room.

“I know you’re awake,” though you couldn’t see him, you were sure Kensuke was grinning playfully behind you. “Turn around so Ken-nii-chan can give you your medicine.”

“I can do it myself, Aniki,” you grumbled from within your cocoon of warmth.

“Not with those shaky hands you’re not,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly. Growling lowly, you shifted beneath the sheets and locked gazes with your smiling brother. Eyeing his every movement as he poured the dark syrup onto a spoon (because who knows what kind of shady things he might put into it!), you rustled.

“Why are you doing this?”

Replacing the cap onto the bottle, the eldest brother’s face broke into a grin. “Because I’m both your brother and a pediatrician. So isn’t it my responsibility to do this sort of stuff? Ah, open wide~”

You quickly enveloped your mouth around the spoon, downing its contents. Your face scrunched repulsively at the artificial tang. Sour. “I suppose it’s your responsibility to make my life a living hell too?”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N-chan. Sorry it’s lemon,” he said, setting down the spoon on your bedside table before turning to you again. “I just want what’s best for you. My little Y/N-chan is different from those other good-for-nothing kids, right? It’s a big world out there and we don’t want you to suffer.”

“Would you stop treating me like a child?” you scowled, hot air spewing out from your nose. “What’s up with you three and doing that? I can function perfectly fine on my own. I’m a third year in high school. It’s so annoying that I could almost hate you. And this is all because you never want to listen to me!”

As the both of you immersed in the deadly silence, you took the time to ogle at your brother’s contorted expression.

Kensuke leaned back on his chair, eyes widened with surprise. “’L-listen’... Y/N-chan, of course we want to listen to you. I-is that not what we’ve been doing the whole time?”

“Listening isn’t the same thing as assuming what I want, Aniki. All you guys do is pile up expectations about the fantasy Y/N living inside your head, and it’s been on my mind the entire week,” you murmured, face growing redder. Though that was just the fever. You were sure of it. “I can’t be the little Y/N-chan I used to be. She’s gone. I’m me now, and the choices I make are the results of my own changes. The choices about what I do, love—”

You took one good, satisfying look at Kensuke’s face, before continuing your sermon. “—and my future. No matter how stupid it looks to you.”

“Oh, Y/N-chan...” he sobbed, striking you dumb top to bottom. Kensuke was crying. Your brother was crying, but what for? Did he catch your fever? God, being sick really did a number on people.

“We didn’t—I didn’t mean to make you feel that way! I was just scared. It was so scary to see you grow up so fast into an adult... then what next? You’ll forget us. You even said you hated me! O-oh God, I’m turning into an overbearing person... I want to commit seppuku*, I’m so sorry...”

Seppuku—Wait, this was your brother you’re talking about here. And with his degree of regret and brashness... he just might do it. How dramatic, you thought, a chuckle threatening to escape your throat.

“Geez, don’t commit seppuku, Aniki,” you sat up on your bed, handing him the pack of tissues next to your pillow. “I said I could almost hate you. But I can’t possibly do that—you’re my brother, right? Even though you three drive me crazy, to fully despise the people who care for you... That’s unfair, isn’t it? Come on, Doctor, don’t cry in front of your patients~”

Blowing his nose loudly into a tissue, he sniffed. “You must really like this guy, huh?”

You made a noise between confusion and shock.

“The old Y/N-chan wouldn’t go so far for anything if it didn’t really interest you... I was worried that he was taking advantage of you or something, to the point where you worked yourself sick. But I couldn’t help but to overhear your phone call from outside and I was relieved that it wasn’t the case.”

You leaned your head on your knees and sighed. “Of course not. Aki-chan is sweet and caring and he knows exactly how to come up with the perfect responses to my weird antics. He used to take advantage of me, and I used to take advantage of him. But that was a long time ago. He made me realize that I didn’t have to understand everything before I felt happy about anything.”

“Does he make you happy?”

“Very. Aki-chan, my band, making this song for the tournament... it all makes me happy, and nothing could be better.”

The air was thick, and Kensuke took it as his cue to leave. Giving you one last smile at the doorframe after he’d flicked the lights off, you felt relief dulling your muscles.

“If you get better by tomorrow, I-I’ll try to figure out a way to get you to that gymnasium,” he said. A promise you knew he was bound to keep. “Your boyfriend is a good person, and I’d hate for him to go through such a grueling match without your support.”

“Ken-nii-chan?” God, it was embarrassing for you to say it, but you were thankful that you were clouded with darkness. “Thanks for listening.”

“G-get some rest, Y/N-chan. Good night.” A shut of a door and muffled crying through the walls.

Good night. You said to yourself and the comforts of your empty room.

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“Has anyone seen Y/N-san?” Suzuke Ume, frantic captain of the Marching Band, scurried through the throngs of students, parents and teachers.

“I don’t think she got on one of the PTA buses either,” Yukie craned her neck upwards to get a better view of the audience. “Did she forget about it?”

“No way! This is Y/N-san we’re talking about. The day she forgets is the day the world collapses in on itself,” Ume gritted. “Gosh, I have to get the marching band ready and everything...”

Down below, on the polished hardwood court, the boys of the Fukurodani Volleyball Club were raving on their own as usual.

“Hey, what’s Suzuki-chan freaking out about? You think everything’s okay?” Komi whispered to the unstirring wing spiker. “Yo, Konoha, you good, man?”

Akinori said nothing. The world seemed so quiet, not even Bokuto’s early-morning racket could shake him out of it. The gymnasium held out like an empty shell to him. Was the world always so silent whenever you weren’t around? What a desolate world he lived in before you.

Lumping a sinewy arm over his shoulder, Bokuto pointed out. “Where’s Y/N-chan? She’s not coming? I heard she was going to lead the crowd.”

“She’s sick,” he finally mouthed, shrugging Bokuto off his back. “She didn’t come to school either yesterday. I’m just worried about her, ‘s all.”

At his words, Komi frantically leapt towards him. “Sick?! The Great Deity is sick? Did you visit her yesterday? How is she?”

“Y/N-chan... didn’t let me visit,” Akinori sighed. “I don’t know if I ticked her off or if she’s finally gotten bored of me... but she told me not to come even if I really really wanted to.”

As the sentence left his mouth, a shrill whistle resounded in the gymnasium, bouncing off the walls in a warning manner. That was that. The tournament you so hoped to attend the entire week, gone in a matter of seconds.

“Waaaait! Sorry I’m late!”

Like seagulls flocking to breadcrumbs, the entirety of the gym turned its head to the northwest entrance. Where a girl donned in a lopsided Fukurodani uniform and a guitar case strapped to her back looked like she just ran a marathon to get here.

Akinori’s face flushed away of its color, but he couldn’t help but to smile. Elegantly poised Ume nearly dropped her baton, and the entire crowd had their jaws scattered all over the floor.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

Coach Yamiji on the sidelines snickered behind his wrinkled hands. This is going to be one interesting cheer.

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There was a small corner in the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, hidden to the eyes, where janitors and staff alike sparsely came by. A little close to the bathrooms, but not too bad considering there was a fragrant lavender air freshener nocked there. And at this hour, it was the perfect time for—I don’t know—perhaps a curious couple to bask themselves in an after-game moment?

Cradling your face in his hands, Akinori scrutinized the little features on your skin, his breath heavy with concern. “Are you still sick? You’re a bit warm.”

Pushing his hands away, you tapped his chest lightly. “How romantic, Aki-chan. You drag your girlfriend away to a private space only to interrogate her. I’m fine, you know~”

“Your cheeks are completely red, you can’t fool me.” He returned his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together. You looked like strawberry mochi. Cute.

“T-That’s for an entirely different reason!” you cried out, averting your gaze. Your fingers curled around your quaint chrysanthemum necklace out of instinct. “I’m really fine. My brother, the doctor, drove me here with Wataru’s taxi. And we both know he wouldn’t be the type of person to let me out of the house if I wasn’t well. And guess what? I think my brothers have finally come to accept you~!”

Sighing, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, hiding his face in your neck. “You’re troublesome, L/N Y/N. You’re lucky the cheering song was so good that we won those first few matches by a landslide. Otherwise, I would be fully scolding you right now.”

“Hehehe~ Congrats for the win.” Tilting your head against his, you let out a soft hum. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Aki-chan. What should I do for you to forgive me?”

Raising his neck to level to yours, Akinori propped his temple up against yours and spoke to you in a husky tone that made you feel feverish again.

“No one’s going to interrupt us, right?”

“Eh? I don’t think so, but what’re you doing so close—”

“Good.”

And with a soft clink of your matching necklaces bumping against each other in the vacant halls, Akinori had stolen your breath away like a phantom thief to a tower’s princess.

Warm, was the first thing he thought of at first contact. Maybe it was the residue of your night-long fight against a high fever. He might fall sick soon, but that wasn’t something to think about during a first kiss. The space between you was nearly spectral and Akinori’s beating heart was faint against your chest. It was fast, expectedly so. As his hands drifted to shyly wrap itself around the tendrils of your stray hairs, you sneakily nibbled his lower lip, erupting the bubbles of laughter from his throat.

“You smell like sweat,” you poked at his jersey, your cheeks burning up. “Don’t just do that without giving me a warning first.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, Akinori eyed your slightly parted lips, a dash of his saliva molten upon it, “It’s payback for all the nuisances you’ve caused. So take responsibility, Y/N-chan.”

‘Responsibility’. The word seemed so foreign to you, but perhaps being liable wasn’t going to be such a bad thing—even if you were just freely riding the wave. Letting out a raucous laugh, you threw yourself against Akinori, taking as much responsibility as needed. Twice, thrice, and so on.

Bit by bit, the tailwinds of fate pointed north, and the right path for you never seemed clearer.

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Glossary:

yankii - delinquent

aniki - ‘older brother’, but really slang-y (usually seen in pop culture yakuza scenes)

ossan - middle-aged man (an ‘uncle’ of sorts)

taichou - commander/leader

seppuku - japanese ritual of slitting the belly

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