#one of those days one would try to fit their own body too into yuu's coffin jk or am i

[ryllen]

how nice it is if the phone headmage gave u actually has special magic attribute, where it has very shitty network on twisted wonderland universe, but actually very good to connect back and forth between your world to twisted wonderland

[distinguished-slacker]

Anyone else wondering how does this girl’s demon look like?

And I think my popcorn has gone bad...

But seriously it pisses me off that when she had a chapter dedicated to her (chapter 45 when she almost sacrificed herself to allow the others run away from Crowley and chapter 70 when Aoi confronted her) Yuu had to butt in with his ‘family’ bullshit and steal the spotlight away from her. I am so upset like...Kagami you might love Yuu or whatever but let other characters have their own development away from him...especially the girls🤦‍♀️

And for those who loooove long posts and are somehow interested on unpopular characters like me I’ve got some cheap observations, complaining and theorising...

She is so pretty I am crying

For those who don’t know or forgot about it (I cannot blame you though), the name of Sangū Mitsuba’s demon is Tenjiryū. Their name literally translates to ‘Heavenly-Shaped Dragon’ or ‘Heaven-Shaped Dragon’ and let me get straight to the point; guys it sounds more badass than any of the other demons’ names we have! I find curious the choice of “Heaven” though since it doesn’t fit a demon🤔 Moreover, the demon of Mitsuba’s older sister, Sangū Aoi, is called Chijiryū, which translates to ‘Earth-shaped Dragon’ and I find so intriguing that out of all the cursed gears that the Japanese Imperial Demon Army must have in their possession, Mitsuba somehow happened to be compatible with one bearing a similar name to her sister’s demon.

I cannot believe this demon is of a lower series. I mean, it’s HUGE. Befitting of a dragon😤 It’s definitely either the biggest weapon in the whole series or the second biggest. I don’t know about size since Mitsuba’s axe and Shinoa’s scythe are differently shaped but in terms of mass I think the axe is heavier because it looks more compact. Also, my respects for the designer because I have never seen such a uniquely shaped war axe👌

You cannot tell me that Shinoa’s huge scythe bears the first progenitor of the vampire race while Mitsuba’s huge battle axe bears a mediocre demon oh god...

When you have a look at both Tenjiryū and Gekkōin here it’s hard to believe Gekkōin is higher ranked than Tenjiryū.

The gender is unknown although I suspect Tenjiryū is a male by looking at their muscular torso and biceps of their manifestation form. Lol it would be funny if Tenjiryū turns out to be another ripped demon like Gekkoīn because then that would mean we would have another scary demon-cute human pair😅 But I don’t really care about Tenjiryū’s gender or how they look like as long as they are not another androgynous child demon😒

Mitsuba probably has the most aggressive fighting style in this series. For being so small she sure has a lot of physical strength...and she was like this since she was 13 awwww

Tenjiryū’s manifestation into an army of multiple spectral, humanoid beasts (probably dragons) with sharp glowing green blade-like arms and heavenly blue flames is the coolest manifestation I have seen so far in this series.

Tenjiryū has two strengths: one, is that it works in two different ranges, these being close range and mid range, instead of a single range, and two, it is able to be used for both offence and defence.

This manifestation looks so scary in the manga because it reaches so high. As expected of a demon whose name has “Heaven” in their name. In my opinion, Tenjiryū has a scarier manifestation than Shikama Dōji and Gekkōin’s because unlike them, Tenjiryū surrounds the whole area and I am feeling claustrophobic pls.

But I think that the thing I probably love the most about what I’ve seen so far of Tenjiryū is that they fit Mitsuba’s personality. Their style is aggressive like Mitsuba’s personality but if you have a close look most of the times Mitsuba uses Tenjiryū is in order to “protect” or “shield” someone else which fits her caring nature. Especially if you consider that, as explained by Mitsuba herself in chapter 19, manifestation users want to avoid manifesting their demons as much as possible since letting their demons out weakens the host’s body and so leaves them vulnerable to attacks yet Mitsuba is always manifesting Tenjiryū. Such a brave girl🤧

Another thing that I find interesting about Tenjiryū is that all the times Mitsuba commanded them to do something, they always tried to do it which gives me the impression Tenjiryū is quite obedient to Mitsuba. I headcanon that despite the fact that Mitsuba seems emotionally weak, Tenjiryū likes her determination.

However, in the end, looking at Tenjiryū’s name or their manifestation is just something superficial since we don’t know their personality or true potential. So far, Tenjiryū’s manifestation has been used for grabbing something (Mika’s cut arm in chapter 52), as decoys (but are weak individually and they won’t work on progenitors), to protect someone and to slice The Four Horsemen of John from a distance.

Relatively, Tenjiryū is weak but if I remember well, in the fanbook the author said that the rank of the demons is not determined by how strong they are but by how easy they are to handle. Even Kagami went as far as to point out that with demons above the Dōji (or referred as Child too) series there is no clear difference in the strength of the weapons (and this is surprising considering how much the Black Demon rank has been glorified). Tenjiryū’s rank is Dakini, which is just below the Black Demons in the pyramid and above the Doji series. One thing that all Black Demon users have in common is that all of them have been subjected to human experimentation in the past and considering that Mitsuba is human, there is nothing she can do about it. The other requirement for Black Demon users is that they must have a strong willpower and resolution...but this girl has some serious self-esteem issues and indecisiveness behind all that “I am a Sangū/elite!” talk so maybe if she obtains a boost in confidence she will get stronger🤔

However, I don’t really care that much if Mitsuba stays weak forever. This manga doesn’t need anymore INSANE Mary Sues or Gary Stus who get sudden power ups just because they are genetically advantaged. I just want some normal, deep emotional development for her where she lets go off her survivor’s guilt and learns to accept herself for who she is because she has been so hardworking since little and to tell Aoi to go suck Kureto’s d*ck if she is so loooyal to the Hiiragis as she says but maybe that’s asking too much.

My hopes for Tenjiryū’s appearance reveal are small but I still try to remember that despite all that happened in the manga Mitsuba is still a main female deuteragonist with a lot of unaddressed potential and also for the characters in universe it has been less than one day since chapter 70 (while for us it has been almost 3 years) so it’s not like Mitsuba can do something amazing in that short time frame where the focus is on Yuu, Mika and Shinoa. Moreover, I remember Kagami saying that there is something waiting Mitsuba so I hope he didn’t forget about it💔

Additionally, some people have observed that humans and their demons share similarities so I wanted to point out a small observation for this human-demon pair. Mitsuba was born on the 7th of July, which is the day of Tanabata/Star Festival, a popular Japanese festival that celebrates the meeting of two lovers represented by the stars Vega and Altair, who are separated by the Milky Way and can only meet on the 7/7 once a year. I think this goes well with Tenjiryū’s sky related name :3

If Kagami doesn’t give Mitsu attention then I will do so and I don’t give a fuck if I am being annoying

[twsty-lav]

CAN WE SEE SAVANCLAW’S REACTION TO ACCIDENTALLY KILLING YUU AND MAYBE CROWLEY WHEN HE REALIZES HE FUCKED UP (man i hate that guy) I JUST WANT MORE TRAUMA FROM THE BOYS YUU HAS GOT THEIR FILL LMAO

YES YOU CAN. HAVE A RUGGIE BECAUSE  LEONA IS HARD TO WRITE I MEAN IN THE WORKS

ALSO RIP CROWLEY... WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU... except extreme negligence and total violation of safety protocols

Ruggie

- The first to accidentally kill Yuu

“Sorry, prefect. Laugh with Me!” He mutters under his breath, eyeing Yuu and the weird raccoon familiar as they neared a flight of stairs. He'd feel worse about dragging the magicless student into their schemes, but really--They had butted in first. 

Sure, some people might consider his tactics underhanded, but was it really wrong to use all the resources on hand? Nonsense about codes of honor made his nose wrinkle.  Waste not, want not, as they say. And it wasn’t as if they’d die, right? He just needed to get them to stop. They couldn’t afford to have witnesses, you know. If the fall didn’t do it, then he could swoop in with feigned concern; worst comes to worst, he had a particularly strong sleeping draught in his back pocket. They only needed to be knocked out for a couple of days--Nothing major.

It’s easy to send them tipping over the edge of the stairway. It’s easy to know when to cut connections, too. He’s had practice, after all. Just enough time to regain their bearings; just enough time to be convinced that they were clumsy.

Just enough time to fall. 

“Fgnah, Yuu--!?”

Crack. 

Ruggie cringed, half a smirk playing on his lips. Oh, that sounded nasty. That would put them out of commission for a while, right? He stifled a giggle from behind the corner, hiding his grin behind a curled hand. 

“Ow, ow, ow… Are you serious!? You should know better than to squash the Great Grim under your annoyingly big human torso! Come on, you moron, get up! I’m gonna suffocate and die here!” 

He throws half a glance down the stairwell as ‘the Great Grim’ starts to work up a fit, rolling his eyes at the scene. Looked like everything went to plan. Things would be back on track in no time at all. Now, time to report back to Leona…

“I said to get up, you know! I can’t breathe, damnit! I’ll burn you to crisp if you don’t…”

He sneaks around the stairwell, shifts down the side of the hall, turns to take a stage left-- 

“... Yuu?” 

His ears prick.

“Yuu? Yuu?! Get up! What’s wrong? I don’t--” The voice cracks, breaks, and then--”Somebody help! Help! Help!” 

Slowly, Ruggie turns around. 

“Ace! Deuce! Riddle!”

He looks back.

“Anyone!” 

Necks aren’t supposed to bend that far. Blood wasn’t supposed to spray like that. Their eyes were so glassy.

Ruggie flees. 

He doesn’t know where he’s running, he doesn’t know where he’s supposed to go. He just needs to get away from there, needs to tell Leona, needs to… 

What was he supposed to do?

He slams into asphalt, skinning his palms and tearing his knees as he trips over his own feet. His breath is punched out of him with a panicked croak, and he stumbles up once more. No, no, no. People are staring, looking, watching. Those eyes, those glassy eyes, 

Like that bird he killed when he was younger.

“Shishishi--” He’s laughing, he’s sprinting, “Shishishishishi!” He can’t stop laughing, can’t stop smiling, smile plastered on his face like plaster and spackle and blood.

He’s laughing, but he can’t even breathe.

Or maybe he’s crying instead? 

Leona

- The second (and third, and fourth, etc etc) to accidentally kill Yuu

Jack

- Simply does not kill Yuu. rip to Savanaclaw but he’s different

Crowley

- You know, when he told them to go gather information, this wasn’t exactly what he meant. 

- Actually, this is the exact opposite of what he meant. 

- When a seething Trein pulls him out of his office, he’s initially glad to have an escape from his paperwork. Professor Trein was always a little grumpy, you see? He could accompany him, for he is kind!

- “Oh? Whatever is the matter, Trein?”  He hums, and gets no reply. 

- “... Is... Something wrong?” Still no reply. He sobers up a little at that, yellow lights sharpening behind his mask.

- Crewel is casting magic when he arrives, with Vargas keeping away the crowd as best as he can. Crowley makes his way through the huddle of students--And for once, they part for him. That should have been a sign that something was wrong, He comes to a stop at the body.

- “Ah. A... h.” He slowly comes to kneel at its side. Grim hisses furiously at him, but he ignores the spitting cat to instead cup the child’s face. Next to him, Crewel mutters a final spell--before shaking his head. 

- As if on horrible, terrible cue, two of the prefect’s friends--Ace and Deuce, if he remembers correctly, shove their way to the front. “What’s going on? I heard something about the prefect--Oi, Yuu, are you there? Yuu?”

- “Yuu..?”

- Crowley moves quickly, plucking Grim off the cooling body and sweeping his cloak off his shoulders to hide the sight from view. Grim doesn’t take it well. “Let me go! Let me go, let me go, let me go! Yuu! Yuu!” 

- “I am so sorry, Grim” He whispers, pressing the cat to his to his chest. Grim screeches in rage, clawing painful stripes through his shirt, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. He seems to lose energy anyways, quickly falling apart to cling and cry. 

- “Oho! I believe that there is nothing to see here!” He calls out, forced-calm-happy-tense and obviously lying. “Now, I do believe that it is quite rude to stare! If you would all return to your dorms, or wherever you might need to be, that would be much appreciated,” And he can see a few dorm leaders jolt to attention, too--Thank the Seven.

- It takes awhile for the crowd to thin out, but Riddle and Azul are ever efficient about the process. They even try to drag Ace and Deuce away, but Trein shakes his head at them and they withdraw, leaving them rooted to the ground.

- “It’s your fault,” Grim sobs, screaming muffled in Crowley’s vest, “It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your--Yuu is--” In front of them, one of the first-years slowly stumbles forward with a choked gasp.

- “I know,” He closes his eyes. 

“I know.” 

[t0wnspersonb]

Reignition (Kozume Kenma x Reader)

Word Count: 2,147

Anonymous said:

Hi! I love your work so much! I was wondering if you could do a Kenma x reader? Where theyre really good childhood friends, but she moved to miyagi (karasuno) for highschool. So then they meet at the training camp and have rekindled feelings?? Sorry if yhis doesnt make sense! Again, I love your work so much!!!!

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I don’t know why I made this one so long lol. This was a lot of fun to write, anything that has to do with the training camp makes me so happy lmao. I hope you like this one anon! I hope I was able to write it how you wanted!

Another reminder that requests are closing on Saturday! I’m going through them all slowly but surely, after I finish these requests I probably won’t be taking them again for a while, so I can write up some other stories of mine to share with you guys! Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week!

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You sighed in exhaustion as you walked through the doors with the chaotic duo. You were never going to babysit these two ever again, no matter what Daichi or Sugawara said.

 If it wasn’t for them you would have already been at the training camp with everyone else, helping Shimizu and Yachi with the manager duties. But fate just wasn’t one your side this time, fearing that the two would ditch their supplementary exams and try to go to Tokyo on their own, Daichi had requested that you stay with them until the exams were done.

 Which meant that you had to also suffer through a crazy drive with Big Sister Saeko, and as much as you loved her, you just so happened to love your life just a tad bit more to never want to suffer through that again. 

 Now you were just exhausted, luckily from the looks of it the practice matches were going to be wrapping up soon, which meant food, showering and a good night’s sleep.

 You sighed once again, your eyes flickering over to your team, you could feel multiple pairs of eyes on you as the three of you walked further into the gym.

 “Thanks for watching them Y/n-chan.” Daichi called out as you approached everyone.

 “You owe me senpai.” was all you said as you walked passed them towards Shimizu and Yachi, wanting to get caught up on what happened while you were gone; completely oblivious to two pairs of lingering eyes coming from the Nekoma team.

 “Must be nice having three managers,” Kuroo muttered, his eyes focusing in on your small figure. “I wonder if that one is new like the blonde one.”

 Of course, everyone’s eyes lingered on your figure a tad bit longer than necessary, curious as to why Karasuno managed to have three managers, and well, because you were incredibly cute. It was fitting that you too would be part of the team, considering there were already two other cute managers.

 The lucky bastards. 

 “Shoyo had mentioned earlier that they convinced one of their managers to come back to the team…” Kenma said quietly, his cat-like eyes following your every movement. “That’s probably her…”

 Of course, Kenma had noticed how good looking you were, but the air of familiarity was too much. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had met you before.

 “Why must the universe be so cruel!?” Yamamoto cried out. 

 Kenma sighed to himself. There was never any peace.

 ***

 “Ne, ne Shoyo! Who was that other manager that walked in with you!?” Inuoka asked curiously.

 Even though Kenma never removed his eyes from his game, he couldn’t help but to sit up straighter, ears perked up. Of course, he was curious too, you seemed incredibly familiar to him. 

 “Oh Y/n-senpai!” Hinata grinned. “She’s a second year at Karasuno, she’s been a manager since her first year.”

 “How come I didn’t see her at the practice match?” Inuoka pondered aloud.

 “Y/n-senpai’s health is very fragile! She was sick for a while and her parents made her quit. But she loves volleyball so much that she begged to come back to the team. Plus, she’s really pretty and a good manager!” Hinata gloated, eyes shining brightly.

 Y/n… Kenma ignored the sudden race to his heart. He knew that name, he knew that name very well. In all honesty, he had never expected hearing it again, much less seeing you again.

 It had been years.

 He couldn’t help but wonder if you remembered him too. 

 Of course, he would remember you, his first love. The one that got away, the other person that he used to play with when he was younger other than - oh that’s right, Kuroo.

 Did Kuroo recognize you too?

 You did look different from when you were younger now that he thinks about it. 

 But then again, he looked different too. Kuroo maybe not so much. Just bigger, still just as annoying though.

 “Well I should get going. We’re playing you guys first thing in the morning!” Hinata said, waving goodbye.

 First thing in the morning?

 Then maybe… he could see you again, right?

 ****

 It was too early, way too early; especially with how rowdy the boys were already being.

 It wasn’t just your boys either, but four extra teams on top of yours? 

 How were you going to survive this training camp?

 “You’ve been sighing a lot this morning, Y/n-chan. Are you feeling okay? Do you need to go rest?” Shimizu asked, a slight concern to her voice.

 “I’m fine senpai; I’m just thinking about how lively everyone is. It’s going to be a long trip isn’t it?” You grimaced, eyes scanning the sea of boys that were currently eating breakfast right now and -

 “Oi! Yuu! Leave Tsukki alone before you break his glasses!” You called out to the libero, pointing the ladle in your hand at him accusingly, eyebrow raised as if daring him to challenge you. 

 The said male apologized, releasing his grip on the tall blonde and sitting down.

 You sighed again, ignoring the giggles of the other managers around you.

 “Y/n-chan is the best at handling our first-year duo and second year duo. They always listen to her, and she’s always looking out for them.” Shimizu explained, a small smile grazing her lips. 

 “Unwillingly.” You stated, “apparently my title as a manager has ‘babysitter’ in it. If I knew Daichi-senpai was going to make me watch those four when he can’t I wouldn’t have come back.” You started saying as you began serving the boys that finally came in for breakfast.

 “I guess I do have some practice,” you begin saying, eyes fixated on the food in front of you as you serve. “when I was younger, I used to play with these two boys that were -” your eyes widened as you looked up to the next set of boys you were about to plate.

 Kuroo looked at you in shock for a moment before a wide grin stretched across his face. While Kenna stood there frozen, although his heart rate was through the roof. 

 “Oya oya oya. If it isn’t little Y/n-chan. I didn’t even recognize you the other day. Who would have thought you’d be a manager at our rival school?” Kuroo said slyly.

 “Tetsu… You look the same.” you grimaced.

 “Oi why are you making that face!?” Kuroo huffed angrily before his eyes slid over to Kenma who was just… staring at you.

 The sweetest smile grazed your lips, your eyes wide and bright and… were you blushing?

 “Kenma.” You said softly.

 He could have died right there, it felt like all the bars in his health evaporated into nothing as soon as you looked at him and said his name. 

 He definitely died and went straight to heaven; especially with a smile like that. 

 “Y/n.” he mumbled softly, eyes flickering away from you, burning holes into his food, ignoring the two pair of eyes that were now staring at him.

 “You’re still just as shy as before.” you laughed softly as you served your childhood friends.

 “We’ll have to catch up sometime Y/n-chan.” Kuroo said before walking off to find a table. 

 “Kenma.” you called out before he could scurry away with Kuroo. He glanced at you once more, pausing for you to continue.

 “I’ve missed you. We should catch up soon.” you said quietly, a soft blush beginning to coat your cheeks.

 “Yeah.” he nodded at you once more before walking off, leaving your heart racing and your cheeks flushed.

 Even after all these years... could that be considered true love? You wondered, ignoring the giggles, and pointed looks all of the other girls were giving you.

 But internally you were squealing as well.

 ****

 The next couple of days you did exactly what you said you would do; you caught up with your childhood friends. 

 When you had finally returned for the week-long training camp, you were glued to the Nekoma team, much to Karasuno’s annoyance.

 Right now, you were handing out watermelon, a sweet smile glued to your face as you made sure your boys got some and then making sure that Nekoma did as well. 

 “Do you want seconds Kenma?” you asked, sitting next to the pudding haired boy. His eyes slid over to you before he shook his head and took out his phone, pulling up a mobile game.

 You scooted closer to him, your head finding his shoulders, eyes glued to the screen.

 You felt Kenma stiffen at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed as you guys drifted into comfortable silence. 

 This was all too familiar, you would always watch Kenma play video games when you were younger, it was entertaining and it didn’t involve strenuous work, which meant it was great for you due to your fragile health. 

 Plus, you got to be close to him, that was another bonus.

 Kenma ignored the racing of his heart and tried to beat down the smugness that filled his body as he received envious looks from the others. 

 The two of you were always close, you were the one person he didn’t mind receiving affection from, although it never really appeared that way.

 “Oi Y/n-chan, can you fill up our water bottles before the next match?” Kuroo called out. 

 “I’m not your manager Tetsurou. But I guess.” You rolled your eyes at him, heaving yourself up and dusting off your shorts.

 “I’ll go with you Y/n.” Kenma said quietly, putting his phone back into his pocket as he stood up.

 You couldn’t help the blush and smile that spread across your face at his offer, that just meant you got to spend more time with him, you’d fill up Nekoma’s water bottles any day if it meant more time with Kenma.

 Kenma was quiet as you talked about everything and anything as you guys walked towards the water fountains.

 It wasn’t that he was ignoring you, rather, his head was consumed by thoughts of you. He wanted to voice his feelings, he could only assume that you liked him too, from the way you acted around him, the way you treated him.

 Even though you guys were apart for years, it felt like you had never left his side. Everything was familiar, everything was comfortable, he liked that, he liked that a lot.

 “- As much as I admire and respect my senpais, it’s just not fair that they want me to teach those two on top of babysitting them and -” 

 “Y/n.” Kenma interrupted your animated storytelling, his slender fingers gently grabbing at your hand that held a water bottle.

 You looked up at him in surprise. 

 Why…. why was he looking at you like that? You could feel heat beginning to creep up into your cheeks, your stomach twisting with butterflies.

 Kenma’s piercing eyes bore into your own, there was a softness to them, but there was also a hardened look of determination.

 “What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, placing the water bottle down and you turned your body towards him completely. 

 He grasped both of your hands in his, eyes flickering down to stare at them before they softly trailed up your arms until they rested gently on top of your shoulders.

 “Do you like me?” he asked, peering down at you.

 “W-What are you talking about?” you asked nervously, eyes flickering away from his intense gaze. “O-Of course I like you Kenma, you’re my best -”

 “That’s not what I mean.” He cut you off. “If you don’t like me then you can push me away, but I’m not going to hold back anymore.” 

 “What do you mean hold back -”

 Oh.

 Oh.

 He was kissing you. Kenma’s lips were surprisingly soft and slightly cold, but they fit perfectly against your own. The kiss was lingering and gentle, hesitant almost.

 But it was your first kiss.

 Your first kiss with your best friend, your crush since childhood, your first love. It was… it was perfect. 

 This was perfect.

 All too soon he pulled away, taking a small step back to give you some space.

 Both of your faces flushed.

 Someone cleared their throat loudly, causing you guys to jump further away from each other.

 “I was wondering what was taking you guys so long.” Kuroo grinned wickedly. “If I would have known you guys were sucking face, I wouldn’t have come.”

 “Shut up Kuroo.” Kenma scowled.

 “So… did you guys finally confess to each other?” he asked, ignoring him completely.

 “Y/n is mine.” Kenma said simply, finishing up the last water bottle, grabbing your hand gently and tugging you away. “Since you’re here Kuroo you can take the water bottles back to the gym.” 

 A soft giggle escaped your lips as he tugged you away, causing a small smile to erupt on his face.

 “Damn you Kenma!” Kuroo yelled out. 

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nishinoya yuu x fem reader word count: 2080 NSFW warning featuring: needy noya, dom-ish noya, and uhhh sex 

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“Just one more.”

Nishinoya Yuu wasn’t one for lying, but he had been lying to you all evening. 

“One more!” he was giggling and tugging on your shirt. “That’s all. I promise.” 

“You don’t mean that, you’ve said that all night,” you said with a sigh. But a smile was evident on your face, because despite the minor annoyance, he was still cute as a button. “I’m studying, Yuu.”

It’s true that when Nishinoya asks for one more of anything - especially when it comes to you - he didn’t mean it. You weren’t sure if he knew what the words even meant. 

Yuu thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, “No, I do mean it this time. I only need one more kiss. Really.” 

You gave up on fighting back and decided to just give in, because it was late and your boyfriend would never let you keep studying until he got what he wanted. And this was meant to be a study date - you intended on actually getting some studying done. 

Yuu stole your smile from your lips with his own, kissing you soft and slow as if he was savoring it. He had his hands on each side of your face and he was kissing you like he meant it - he was giving you no chance to move away and you could hardly even kiss back. It was all him; he was kissing you and you were letting him do as he pleased because it felt too good not to. 

You weren’t sure when this kiss turned into a total make out session or when his hand gravitated to your hair or when your hands were sliding up his shirt. All you knew was that Nishinoya was still there, holding you in place with your head tilted back, kissing you so deep it felt like he was trying to find your soul. And you were his for the taking; he tugged your hair gently as his tongue lapped into your mouth, and by now you’d forgotten all about any studying that was meant to be done. 

You didn’t take a breath until he pulled away - slowly, because he was absolutely trying to tease you, and you were left looking like a fish out of water. You chased his lips, desperate for him to kiss you again, but Nishinoya only pulled back and looked at you with furrowed brows. 

“I told you I only needed one more,” he smirked; your obvious need only fueled his ego. “You can study now, bunny. Don’t forget that important exam tomorrow.” 

He knew what he was doing, but his giggling kept him from looking as cool as he wanted. Ever the bad actor, he just couldn’t hide his true intentions no matter how badly he wanted to. Especially when it comes to you. 

“That’s not fair,” you whined, having fallen into his trap easily. “You did that on purpose.” 

“I know,” he laughed, poking the tip of your nose before leaving a kiss on the same spot. “I did it on purpose. But only ‘cause I want you. I’m not teasing on purpose.” 

“You are!” 

“I’m not!” He crossed his arms and scooted back away from you, exaggerating his pout. “You’re the one teasing on purpose, with your studying nonsense. You’re even wearing my shirt! You only invited me over to tease me, didn’t you?” 

“No!” you claimed, but you were laughing way too much for him to believe you. And you were only laughing because he wasn’t wrong. “...Did it work?” 

And then he erupted into laughter as he tackled you to the ground, completely forgetting about the workbooks on the table in front of you. Studying be damned. 

“Yes, it worked, you dork.” 

“I’m not a dork.” 

He hummed as he pressed kisses along your jaw. “You are a dork.” More kissing, nibbling, sucking the sensitive skin on your neck, “but you’re my good little bunny, too, aren’t you?” 

You were going to reply when you felt his fingers wiggling against your waist; you laughed because of the feeling and Nishinoya laughed along with you. “See?” he whispered. “Dork.” 

So to get payback, you tucked your hand under his arm and wiggled your fingers, making him laugh loud and push your arm away fast. “If being ticklish makes me a dork, then you’re an even bigger dork.”  

He huffed, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he took your wrists into one hand and pressed them above your head. 

“I should punish you for that.” 

You challenged him, “Should you?” 

“Yeah,” he replied, saying it like it was obvious. “You’re bratty tonight. What happened to being my good little bunny?” His head fell until his lips were pressed right against your ear. “I’ll give you another chance to be good.” You felt his free hand creeping up your shirt and your breath hitched in anticipation. “Only ‘cause I know you can be good for me.” 

He pulled back just to wink at you, and you nodded at him to let him know you heard him. 

“Keep your arms up here,” he told you. He pulled his hand away and then moved down to your chest; with both hands, he lifted your shirt up until it was tucked under your chin and your chest was bare. He made no comments about the fact that you were missing a bra - you expected him to at least point it out -  but it was because his lips were too busy kissing your skin. 

This was always Nishinoya’s favorite part. Of course he loved to tease, and he loved to play up his dominance, and he loved what always happens after this, but nothing beats the sight of you underneath him, anxiously letting him kiss and bite your skin. Nothing beats seeing you bare, your chest rising and falling with each breath, arms up above your head just like he told you. 

He’s convinced that it’ll never stop feeling like the first time. There will never be a day that he looks at you like this and doesn’t immediately feel breathless, feel completely in awe at the natural beauty of you. It will always make his heart swell and his blood rush and his dick hard as a rock - always. 

His fingers grip your sweatpants because he just can’t wait anymore. He wants to see you and feel you and hear you. He wants to make you drip and moan and drool. He wants you to be bare of everything besides his hands and his shirt and him. 

With a harsh tug your pants come off, and his movements are haste and almost rough but he doesn’t even notice and you don’t mind. Just like him, you’re too ready to care about anything else. 

He leaves his shirt on but kicks his shorts off, struggling to get them down his legs because god, he’s hard and needy and ready. But he gets them off and then he’s back at your lips, searching for your soul once again. 

“I love you,” he says and breathes and moans, and you have to fight the urge to touch him as you say it back. 

A whine of frustration left Yuu’s throat because he couldn’t figure out what to do next. He wanted you more than anything, but he had a bad habit of taking things too fast and, in turn, ending things quicker than he wanted. He wanted to savor you, to take you nice and sweet and slow; he wanted to pump his fingers into you and watch you fall apart around them; he wanted to move his lips down your body until he was relentlessly fucking you with his tongue and listening to screams of your name. 

But he couldn’t. Yuu’s desires were selfish and he couldn’t hide it. He wanted all of those things, but he wanted his own release more. He wanted to bury his cock in you and be reminded of how well you take him. He wanted to watch as your breasts bounced with every thrust. He wanted to paint you in his cum, both inside and out. And he just couldn’t wait for it. 

When he tucked his hips against yours and you wrapped your legs around him, he felt a shiver run through him - the two of you fit together so perfectly. Your bodies weren’t even connected yet, and still, it was a perfect fit. 

There was no point in holding back anymore. Nishinoya didn’t know why he was trying to stop himself - you obviously didn’t want him to wait, so why was he waiting? 

He didn’t need to, so he didn’t. He let himself do the one thing he wanted, which was slide his cock into you as deep as he possibly could. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” he cursed, and he was hardly aware he was even speaking. But he couldn’t control it. “Oh, you feel good - so fucking good.” 

He took a hold of your wrists and kept them pinned next to your head - you hadn’t moved them, but he was just making sure you weren’t going anywhere.  

It always caught you off guard that Nishinoya’s pace was never hard and fast and rough and sloppy, and when you first met him, that’s what you expected. With all his energy, how could you not?

But Yuu’s thrusts were deliberate and particular. He learned what you liked and memorized it; every one of his movements were for you. He knew exactly how to hit the spots you loved, and he knew how fast you wanted it. He knew how to make you moan for him - he didn’t have to ask. 

And he loved it. He loved knowing that those moans were real and all for him; you were groaning and cursing and whining because of him. Nothing would ever make him feel better than that. 

He loved teasing you for it, too. “Just a little louder, bunny, I don’t think the people on the first floor can hear.” 

You replied with the cutest whine and, “Yuu,” turning your head away and biting your lip to keep your mouth shut. 

“Don’t you dare,” he said, tugging your lip free. “Don’t even think about hiding them. Be good. Keep that pretty mouth open.” 

His thrusts hadn’t stopped, and it was getting much harder for you to ignore the pressure that was building up in your coure. 

“I’m close, Yuu,” you whimpered. 

“How close?”

“Close,” you said, completely annoyed by his teasing. “Really… close.”

That’s when he sped up, and he was obviously chasing after his own orgasm. It wasn’t helping you hold yours back, but you didn’t have to; with his lips against your ear, Yuu whispered, “then cum for me,” and when you did, he was quick to follow your lead. He’d be damned if he didn’t cum with you. 

Both of your moans filled the room, and maybe the rooms of your neighbors, but you were both way too lost in each other to care. It was electric and sparkly and amazing for both of you, just like always, and Yuu loved it. 

And it ended way too soon, just like he knew it would. Both of you struggled to catch ragged breath while Nishinoya was trying to figure out where he had gone wrong; he came to the conclusion that he shouldn’t have rushed things, and next time he’ll offer more foreplay so that he can stretch it all out longer, and - 

“Yuu. Stop. It was perfect.” 

“It ended too soon.” 

“You didn’t like it?” 

He gasped at the accusation, and you laughed at the look on his face. “No, I loved it, baby, don’t say that.” 

He finally let go of your hands as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, and you stretched your arms out. 

“Okay, well now we actually have to study.” 

Your boyfriend completely deflated at that, but you pushed him up off of you anyway. You brushed his hair out of his eyes for him and tugged your shirt back down, ignoring Nishinoya’s pout. 

“Wait. Give me one more kiss before we start.”

Knowing where one more kiss would lead, you pressed your hand against his face and pushed him away. 

“Fine! I’ll get it after we’re done, though, bunny. I’ll be patient, just you watch.” 

You laughed at him, because you knew that wouldn’t be true. But if it made him feel better, you’d let him believe it. 

[villainscomplex]

could cry just thinkin about you

anyway i actually started working on @asanoyaweek21 like halfway through july after i finished my camp nano word count, but then i tripped and fell back into my princess tutu pit and ,,,,,,,,,,, yeah im late already 

anyway asanoya week day one: soulmate au / the broom bc i will never get over the homoeroticism of the broom fight 

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When Nishinoya Yuu is a child, he’s a coward. 

He’s little, and there’s this ever present bundle of fear and anxiety writhing around in his chest. It means he’s scared, he concludes, and so he cries when he rides a bike for the first time, and then when he gets lost in the woods near his house, and then again when he comes across a dog bigger than he is. 

It’s strange, he begins to think, as he grows. He’s sure that feeling must be his own, but sometimes he’s suddenly, explicitly happy, and sometimes when he thinks he should be happy, he’s so painfully sad that it aches in every fiber of his being. 

When he’s eight, Yuu scrapes his leg from knee to mid-shin when he falls out of a tree. The pain is the first sensation he’s aware of, arm twisted awkwardly beneath him where it’d made a futile attempt to cushion his fall. Underneath it, concern spikes, bubbling with that familiar chill of anxiety. Yuu is too busy thinking about how much his arm and leg hurt to give it too much thought at the time. 

Yuu is eight the first time he breaks his arm, and the cast itches so much that he’s tempted to tear it off the moment it’s on. Yuu is eight when he’s sitting in the passenger seat of his grandfather’s car, a cast on one arm and ice cream in his other hand. He thinks the scrape down his leg is going to leave a nasty scar, but it’ll look cool and he can tell people whatever he wants about its origin. 

“You don’t seem excited about your ice cream,” his grandfather remarks with a little chuckle, lips tugging up.

Yuu huffs. “I am! I’m super excited!”

He thinks he is, at least. Yuu loves ice cream, and he always gets excited when he gets it, but that tugging little concern is still nestled deep in his chest and Yuu doesn’t really know what to do with it. He’s so used to it, like second nature, but somehow it feels foreign nowadays. 

His grandpa laughs again. “I bet your soulmate is worried about you, always causing yourself trouble like this.” 

Yuu stares back at him, ice cream halfway to his mouth. “Huh?”

“Your soulmate,” the man says again, “everyone’s got one. Not necessarily romantic, mind ya. You can feel their emotions. It’s a little inconvenient sometimes, but you miss it when it’s gone. You’re always hurting yourself, so your soulmate is probably worried about you.”

Yuu thinks about his grandmother. His memories of her are faint, at best. He’d barely been old enough to remember her face when she’d passed, but he remembers how strange his grandfather had acted after, like something was missing from the core of his being. Yuu thinks about the word  soulmate . There’s someone out there meant to be in his life specifically, and he’s meant to be in theirs. Yuu thinks about the little bundle of emotion in his chest, and he realizes that must be his soulmate.

He hadn’t thought to try and distinguish them until now, but it has him tracking his memories back as far back as he can, seeking that feeling in them all. Sure enough, the anxiety is ever present. Sometimes, it’s duller than others, muffled beneath other emotions, but it’s always there. 

“I think my soulmate is a scaredy-cat,” Yuu announces, and then shrieks when his cold ice cream drips onto his exposed knee. 

His grandfather laughs, and Yuu whines as he shoves the top of the cone into his mouth in a futile attempt to save the rest of it. 

When he’s a child, Nishinoya Yuu is a coward. When he’s eight, his grandfather tells him about  soulmates  , and Yuu thinks  my soulmate is scared of everything.  It keeps him up that night, staring at the ceiling in a way that feels too ancient for a boy his age, but he’s come to a conclusion. If his soulmate is a scaredy-cat, then Yuu will just have to be the brave one for the both of them. 

He tries to reach out to that little bundle of feeling with his resolve, wanting to sooth the turmoil there. It doesn’t change, but Yuu is determined. He’ll become strong enough for the both of them, and then he’ll protect his soulmate so they never have to worry again. 

“From now on,” he tells the air, sitting up and jumping off his bed, “I’m going to be the bravest person ever! Then my soulmate will never have to worry again!”

His bravery starts by yelling past his bedtime. He tells himself that he isn’t scared when his mother shouts from the other room, he’s just being respectful by listening to her and crawling back into his bed, hiding under his blanket. If his heart is pounding in his ears, then that’s a secret between him and his soulmate. 

With his new resolve, Yuu grows. He becomes bold and eccentric, loud and outspoken. He becomes a lionhearted boy, too much brilliance to fit inside a body as small as his remains. He becomes stubborn and strong-willed, never backing down from a challenge regardless of how much trouble it will get him into. Yuu embraces everything he has to offer, but he refuses to be sad. 

That ever present pit of broiling emotions is constant, nestled deep in his chest like a second heart, and he doesn’t want to make his soulmate worry ever again. 

Some days, it’s calmer than others. There’s times he nearly forgets it’s there, in the wake of some other hesitant, but excited emotion, and there’s times where it’s so strong that it wakes him even from a dead sleep. Those nights are the worst because he  knows  there’s nothing he can do as is, and his soulmate is having to suffer alone. 

He tries to encourage them as best he can, wondering if they feel his emotions as strongly as he often feels their’s. 

Yuu is in his last year of middle school when things begin to change. He’s taken to volleyball like a moth to flame. There’s something about being behind everyone like the final line of defense, the one everyone depends on to keep the ball in play; it’s thrilling, keeping his blood rushing in his veins and his heart pounding in his ears. 

He wins an award, and he’s so full of pride that he nearly misses the faint little swell of happiness that comes from that bundle of feelings in the back of his chest. Maybe his soulmate does feel his emotions just as strongly. 

The first time he meets Azumane Asahi, Yuu doesn’t think much of him. His hair is a little past his ears, curling up beneath the lobes and sticking up in the back like he’d recently been laying on it. His first impression is that Azumane looks as if he’s waiting for the entire world to come down on his shoulders. He easily dwarfs everyone, but he stands with his shoulders curled in, hands clasped complacently in front of him and gaze down, as if trying to avoid notice. 

Yuu isn’t sure why, but it pisses him off, seeing someone who looks as big and strong as Azumane looking like such a coward. 

He says as much to Azumane’s face exactly a week later.

Azumane balks. “What.” 

Yuu puts his hands on his hips. “You’re huge and super strong, but you act like a total coward. You look like a skittish dog or something!” 

“A dog…” Azumane visibly slouches lower.

Yuu would say his dejected expression is almost comical, if it hadn’t been the exact opposite of what he’d been wanting. Azumane reminds him of how he’d been when he was a child, anxiety ridden and glass hearted. 

“Okay!” Yuu announces. “We’re gonna practice together!” 

Azumane doesn’t even get out a response before Yuu is towing him back towards the court, determined to teach this boy the ways of reckless bravery and intense practice.

Yuu doesn’t know when or where he lost the plot, but somehow this becomes second nature. He finds himself seeking Azumane out in the hallway, barreling into the larger boy, or towing him behind himself from time to time. He meets Ryu and he meets Kiyoko; the former becomes his friend early on and both boys adamantly say they’re crushing on the latter.

It feels like a performance. Yuu knows Kiyoko isn’t his soulmate. She’s gentle and anxiously soft-spoken, but not in the same way that his soulmate feels like they should be. He doesn’t admit that maybe there’s this half formed idea about Azumane tucked away in the back of his mind, and everyone is better for it. 

He wants to be sure. He has to be. 

“I think I should trim my hair soon,” Asahi remarks offhandedly one day, when they’re leaving practice.

Yuu watches his fingers card through the wavy brown strands, a little contemplative frown fixed on his face. He tries to imagine Asahi with short hair like most of the others, and the image just won’t come to mind. Maybe he’s biased.

“No way, Asahi-san!” Yuu grins, reaching out to slap the other man on the back. “I think long hair suits you! It makes you look kinda wild, don’t you think? It’s cool!”

Asahi slouches into himself a little, curling a strand of hair around his finger. He hums noncommittally, allowing the strand to fall away, but he doesn’t comment on Yuu’s words. He just looks a little more thoughtful.

Yuu is only a little surprised when he really  looks  at Asahi one day and his hair is just past his shoulders. He’s got a little facial hair now, too, and something about it makes him feel more mature, older, like he’s finally growing into himself. Yuu takes a running leap onto his back the moment he sees him in practice that afternoon, and Asahi hardly sways beneath him. 

The realization settles in; this isn’t going to last forever. He won’t always be able to be with everyone like this. Asahi has grown and filled out, fitting into the broadness of his shoulders. He’s steady and unyielding, and Yuu isn’t sure when he started to become something like this. 

That pit of anxiety still lingers in his chest. It wavers, sometimes. 

They go against Date Tech. Their defeat is crushing and miserable for everyone involved, but when Asahi doesn’t call out for the last spike, Yuu feels it like an anchor in the hollow of his chest. It’s painful, near suffocating, and he can see the sheer weight of it coming down on Asahi’s shoulders. Those negative feelings swirl up into his chest again, fought only by his own fury - fury at Asahi, for not calling for the spike. 

Fury at himself, for not retrieving them. 

He hates it. 

“Why won’t you blame me?” 

Yuu feels the anger before he witnesses it. This is his confirmation, he’s sure. There’s no doubt anymore; these emotions living alongside his own are Asahi’s. The first time he feels Asahi’s anger, it feels cold, like ice in his veins. There’s something sad about it, something self-sacrificing, like Asahi wants to shoulder everything and leave nothing to be spared for the rest of them. His fury comes like a wave of ocean water, painful when it enters his lungs.

Yuu turns on his heel. Asahi stands - no, Asahi hunches - in front of him. He looks like he had when Noya had first met him, shoulders curled into himself, back bent like the world itself is coming down on it. Maybe it is, this time. Yuu doesn’t know if Asahi has realized that they’re soulmates. Yuu doesn’t know if Asahi would even accept it. 

Asahi doesn’t seem to be in a very accepting mood right now, and Yuu is in no mindset for motivation. 

They fight. They fight before they’re even anything, before Yuu can say anything, before he can even confess to himself that he would have been willing to leave his soulmate behind for Asahi, even if the other boy hadn’t ended up being them. He doesn’t tell Asahi how he used to be a coward. He doesn’t tell him that the reason he works so hard and never stops moving forward is because he’d made a promise to both of them a long time ago. 

He doesn’t tell Asahi that he’s terrified to lose him.

All he knows is that if Asahi’s anger is like ice, then his is like flames, raging and all-consuming. All he knows is that he’s furious, and he’s yelling, and then there’s a  snap , and suddenly everything goes cold. Asahi’s feelings drop to the pit of his stomach and become cold there, and Yuu feels like the tightrope he’s been walking has finally given way. 

Ryu holds him back, and all he can do is watch Asahi walk away. 

He doesn’t cry. 

Asahi doesn’t show up for practice the next day, and his lack of presence doesn’t go unnoticed. Yuu corners him in the hall. He feels like this is starting to become a cycle now, arguing and fighting over trivial things. It’d be easy to solve if Asahi just had a little more faith, but Yuu knows better. He knows how Asahi feels too well. 

Yuu doesn’t care what others think. He bleaches his hair because he thinks it looks cool. When people tell him he’s too loud, he gets louder. He refuses to be looked down upon and spoken over. He’s been in detention more times than he can count, but it never stops him from repeated offenses. 

Yuu doesn’t care what others think, but when Asahi walks away from him, it feels final. It feels like the end of something that never began. Nishinoya Yuu never cries. 

(The people in the hall that day are silent witnesses to his tears, but nobody says a thing about them.) 

Yuu isn’t much for thinking, so he spends all of his time in suspension doing, instead. He works and works and works some more, trying not to think of Asahi turning his back on them. On him. All he can do is hope Asahi will come to his senses by the time Yuu is back. 

He doesn’t. Yuu goes back, and Asahi is still gone, so he leaves again. He loves volleyball, but he won’t be a part of it if it means leaving Asahi behind. Asahi may believe that he’s unnecessary, but they all know better. 

It isn’t until he’s staring at the broad expanse of Asahi’s back again in the practice match that he really  realizes,  and for the second time, he feels like he’s really seeing Asahi. He sees someone who is trying for the people he cares about, someone who is finally learning to try for  himself  and he thinks  that’s all I wanted.  

They fix the broom together. 

“We’re soulmates,” Yuu tells him, so abruptly that Asahi’s surprised flinch dislodges the two pieces again. 

Asahi glances down. “I know.”

Yuu stares at him. “What.”

“I know,” Asahi says again, gaze soft and hesitant. “I’ve known since we met. You aren’t exactly quiet about your emotions, y’know. I never said anything because you liked Shimizu. You deserved better than someone like me.”

“Asahi-san,” Yuu intones, “you’re the  only  person I’ve ever liked.”

“What.”

“Oh my god.”

When Asahi laughs, it lights up his whole face. Yuu stares for a long moment, watching Asahi’s shoulders tremble. He feels Asahi’s relief wash over him like a second skin, settling into his bones themselves. The warmth of his joy is like a blanket. 

“Well,” Asahi says, “I guess we’re both a little dumb then, huh?”

“To be fair,” Yuu huffs, “I didn’t realize till after the Date Tech match.” 

Asahi laughs again, and Yuu thinks that everything is going to be okay after all. Asahi is finally starting to have some sort of belief in himself, and while Yuu knows his doubt and anxiety won’t go away overnight, they’re taking baby steps. 

And if Ryu and Daichi give Suga and Kiyoko ten dollars each when they admit their newest revelation, then nobody is any the wiser. 

[sparklygoblin]

I've been really into the concept of past lives recently, and I thought it would be really fun to post my take on the Haikyuu pairs, and past lives/historical au's. So here is some steamy, self indulgent T R A S H! This is going to be pretty flawed and there is definetly some movie references in here as well as some historical inaccuracies but I did my best. Also there are no happy endings because I thought that might be pretty unrealistic based on treatment of actual gay men in history.

TW: Suicide, Hate Crimes, Gun Violence

Iwaioi is obviously reminiscent of Alexander the Great and his "best bro"😏 Hephastion. Oikawa was the Grand King, destined for greatness from the moment he was born. Iwaizumi was born among corpses and dirt, exiled to Oikawa's kingdom, a twelfth son, useless. He lived as a lonely peasant, starving, until he joined the king's guard. He liked to tell himself he trained with Oikawa because he admired Oikawa's hard earned skill, and he believed that right up until he died at the end of the prodigy, Kageyama's blade. After intercepting a strike that would've inevitably killed the Great King. He falls, looking into Oikawa's shocked eyes, bright, and full of tears as he cradled Iwa to his chest. Iwaizumi merely sighed, still unable to touch the man he loved, lest he ruin his life by exposing his feelings. He dies to the violent, primal screams of his love, and he becomes distantly aware of a missed opportunity, as Oikawa's reciprocation of Iwaizumi's feelings becomes more obvious with each throat tearing wail. It's clear that he will die without Iwaizumi, but everyone already knew that.

Daisuga has just graduated in the summer of 1967, and they've been stealing moments with each other from the moment Suga transferred to Daichi's school sophomore year. And Daichi hated himself for it, he was quarterback, and he had the prettiest girl in school. So why was he so smitten with this nerd? This delicate pretty boy made his blood run hot and his heart skip. He was in love, and damn it if Suga hadn't made it obvious that he felt the same. Daichi had to put a stop to this before someone found out and it ruined his life. Suga heard it from a freshman, the handsome senior, Daichi was going to marry his girlfriend, Michimiya Yui. It made it so much easier to go to Vietnam when he won the draft lottery system. Daichi came to apologize only to find that Suga was gone. Forever. He wrote. Suga ignored it all. Daichi talked with Suga's mother every weekend hoping to collect any information he could, until the news finally broke, Koushi wasn't coming back from 'Nam. Daichi married Michimiya with an empty heart and dead eyes, the fact that they found Suga's corpse clutching one of Daichi's letters replaying in his mind as Michimiya read her vows. They had three kids, Daichi killed himself on what would've been Suga's fifty first birthday.

Kuroken has been side by side for years, Kenma serving as prohibition criminal Kuroo's right hand man. Kuroo has never shown interest in a woman, the rest of the gang doesn't say a word though their suspicious glances between him and Kenma speak volumes. And they're absolutely right, Kenma is everything short of a mob wife. All pretty hair and violent tendencies, Kenma values no one's life, not even his own, but he can't help but value Kuroo in a such a loving way. They die together, when everything falls apart and the feds are chasing them, bullets shatter the car, ripping everything but their hands apart. Those will stay intertwined forever.

Ushijima was okay with his job, he lived such a sparse simple life, and it was enough for him, the life of a holy man. Until he saw Satori, a young man no older than him, residing in a dark hole of the desolate mental facility he was blessing. The sisters merely dismissed him when he inquired as to why the man was in there in the first place. So he took upon himself to talk to the boy and get to the bottom of this. He didn't mean to fall in love with the beautiful, unhinged and unholy Tendo. He didn't mean to commit the ultimate sin, to forsake his faith, but he couldn't bring himself to regret feeling what he felt for Tendo. The only thing he actually regretted was never protecting Satori the way he wanted to. Never scooping his love in his arms and running away from that foul life. The tears that caught in his throat when he came to Tendo only to find him bald, scarred, and permanently empty, shook him to his core. They dug in his brain and ripped out everything dear to Ushijima, they tore a part that beautiful mind all because they couldn't understand it. Ushijima swallowed his tears, and mustered his courage, he was going to save Tendo now, even if it would cost him his soul. His big hands wrapped around Tendo's throat, and didn't release until Tendo's empty eyes went out. He died years later in a prison cell. Maybe he and Tendo could have each other, in the next life.

The village did not like Nishinoya, nor did his family. He for the life of him, could not be modest and quiet like the rest of the puritans. He did not go to church, nor did he read the gospel, he ran about in the woods, tricky and mysterious. The governor's son, Asahi, can't help but be entranced, he is a scholar after all. And he only follows Noya into the dark wood for "scholarly" purposes, he definetly wasn't thrilled when Noya pinned his large body against one of the dark twisty tree trunks deep within the wood. Asahi comes to two very troubling conclusions that night, the village was wrong, Noya was not a witch at all, and Azumane would never be able to keep himself away from Noya not matter the cost. It was over for them the moment they were discovered, Noya wrapped in Asahi's arms. The villagers convinced themselves that Asahi had been put under a curse by Yuu, despite Asahi's violent objections, and surprisingly brave declaration of love. Noya smiled softly as they touched the torch to his feet, and as the flames ate the innocent man up, Asahi screamed begging the whole village to burn him instead, Yuu was innocent take him instead. Asahi stayed only long enough to press a gentle kiss to Yuu's now burnt face, just to show the villagers their love was true and deep, not the by product of some cheap curse. While they were all in shock, he slipped into the dark wood, and never was heard from again.

Hinata considered it an insane stroke of luck when he secured a third class ticket aboard the ship of dreams, the Titanic. He bid his mother and Natsu farewell, hoping to secure a job in the new world, and make enough funds to secure them a passage to America one day. His shipmate is horrible though, all cold blue eyes and pompous attitude, until one night when Kageyama surprisingly offers Hinata a drink. Not wanting to refuse, they obviously get smashed drunk, and with pretty pink cheeks, Kageyama grabs Hinata's face gently. " i jus' think no guy should be so damn beautiful" kageyama whispers sleepily, and maybe it's the liquor, but Hinata doesn't hesitate to lean in and initiate a kiss. When Kageyama doesn't pull away, Hinata crawls into his lap. They fit like puzzle pieces and now Kageyama can't even imagine wanting to kiss anyone else. They make plans to take the new world on, learning fairly quick that they are stronger together. And then there's water and panic and Kageyama and Hinata are trying to rush a gate because Jesus, there are kids down there. Just because they are poor doesn't mean they deserve to die, but unfortunately someone seems to think otherwise, because the gate remains in place. They finally stop when the water is up to their waists, and a sad looking elderly woman tells them they've done what they could. Tearful children and somber mothers nod in agreement, and it is unsaid that they would go to their respective beds and try to rest so that they might go in their sleep. They lay together on the top bunk and even as the water slips above their heads and they begin to die, their arms hold tight, and Kageyama mouths one last "I love you" Hinata's fingers in his hair the last thing he feels.

Bokuto is in love with an heiress across the lake, he's never met her but is sure she is made for him. Akaashi is in love with a rich man right next to him, but that man sees Akaashi as no more than his lowley servant. Akaashi is in love with Bokuto, maybe that is why he involved himself in that horrible mess. He was always getting involved in horrible messes for Bokuto's sake. It was the height of Gatsby era glamor, and Bokuto, though he never did really like parties, was always throwing them, insisting Akaashi rather than work the parties, served as his right hand man. Akaashi always knew Bokuto was hoping he would meet his heiress at one of his parties, and if it made Bokuto happy, Akaashi hoped she would show up too, no matter how much it would hurt. And eventually she did, along with her husband, and she broke Bokuto's heart after a very miserable and short lived affair, for her it was nothing, but Bokuto always fell so hard and fast, he was distraught. Akaashi acted on instinct, pulling Bokuto into his arms no matter what line he was crossing, and smoothing his hair in attempt to sooth the crying man. Things became clear to Bokuto then. His tears ceased as he breathed in Akaashi's soft scent, wrapping his arm around the beautiful man's waist. They were in love then, finally on the same page for a blissful few months, until Bokuto's affair was made public, and he was found beaten to death in an alley. Despite all of his generosity and glamor in the past years, Akaashi and Kuroo were the only guests at Bokuto's funeral. Akaashi never recovered from the loss, he knew Bokuto wouldn't have wanted him to do it, but that didn't stop the smile on his face as he smashed the heiress beneath his tires.

Tsukishima had been protecting Yamaguchi for as long as he could remember, always getting in fights and taking beatings to protect his beautiful best friend. He knew boys weren't supposed to be pretty, he knew what happened to boys like Yamaguchi in the eighties, but that didn't ever stop him. Not even when Yamaguchi worked up all his courage and told Tsukki he loved him during their freshman year. Tsukki was angry at Yamaguchi for saying that, because he felt the same and he knew that he had to hide it if he wanted to survive. His controlled slipped for a second when Yamaguchi pressed their lips together gently, Tsukki allowed himself to dream one last time before he yanked himself away. He immediately began hurling slurs and abuse at Yamaguchi, things he knew would send the other boy running. And it did. But soon Kei felt an unexplainable urge to go after him, a sinking feeling that something horrible was gonna happen. Yamaguchi did not cry, he held his chin high, no matter how hard the boys hit him or cut him. He didn't care if he died but he wasn't gonna do it staring at his feet like a kicked puppy. Kei found him like that, full of fire and courage as he stared down his abusers. The love he felt made Kei's legs shake, and he knew he'd do whatever he could to save Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi smiled with too much glee for a dead man as Tsukki forced his way to his side, gripping his hand. There were eight of them, with murder in their eyes, Tsukki knew before he even got to Yamaguchi that they weren't making it out of this one.

Lev and Yaku find each other in 1700s France, Lev is a soft pretty boy, living a luxurious life in the aristocracy. Until he is thrown to the wolves after the loss of his parents, he is ten when he spends his first night on the street. He is nearly taken by a brothel right away, until he is saved by a particularly feisty thirteen year old street rat, Yaku is half his height but serves as his protector nonetheless. They pass the years protecting each other, growing to love each other, but never daring to hope for more than that. As many people in France were at the time disease riddled and starving, so were Yaku and Lev. Of course Yaku went first, he made it all the way to eighteen before he succumbed to his disease, clutching a crying Lev, comforting him even on his death bed. After that, Lev made the mistake of having hope, he joined the revolution in honor of Yaku. He just wanted to make the world a better place, a place where Yaku could've survived. He died bleeding from a soldier's bullet on a barricade, but he was warm, all he saw was Yaku, holding him, carrying him into their next life.

Yahaba always talks and Kyoutani might be always listening, but it's hard to tell. Until Kyoutani murders his whole family in 1978. He shows up at the gas station him and Yahaba always have their one sided coversations at to find Yahaba working the counter like he always is. He ignores Yahaba's greeting and begins frantically explaing his situation and motive, all while Yahaba looks on in shock, this is the first time Kyoutani has ever spoken to him. When he asks why Kyoutani is telling him all this, he simply sighs dismissively and says "you're my bestfriend", and that's enough for Yahaba. Clearly he's crazy, a cute boy he's never spoken with is in the back of his car and they're leaving the country. All because Kyoutani actually was listening and not only that, he viewed Yahaba as the most important person in his life. They had been in love from the first one sided conversation they had, and that was becoming clear now. They get caught, sent to different facilities, Kyoutani gets life, Yahaba gets a lighter sentence for being an accomplice. Though they never see each other again, Yahaba always writes letters, and for once, Kyoutani writes back. They spend their lives finally having a two sided conversation, their love never even flickers, and for them, that's enough.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Driving With The Stars~°¤

It was a simple Saturday in Twisted Wonderland. No school, no friends over. Just a relaxing day with nothing to do. (Y/N) lays on a couch in the lounge room. Mindlessly scrolling through Magicam, looking at posts her friends or classmates post.

A knock was heard on the Ramschakle door. (Y/N) had a gut feeling it was Crowley at the door. "I'm not gonna get up..." She drawls out lazily as her head snuggles into the pillows. "Really?"

"Well, I am glad I let myself in then." Mr. Crowley says as he stood in the middle of lounge room. "Gah!" The female screamed as she falls off the couch. "Ow..." She mumbles out in pain.

(Y/N) fixes her spot on the floor so she could be sitting crossed legged.

"Hi, Headmaster Crowley..." (Y/N) said with a lackluster tone. "What brings you here?" The female asked, waiting for him to give her and Yuu a task that he didn't want to do himself. "Well, you see (Y/N), there seems to be a problem out on the Ramshackle lawn," Crowley said with a aggressive tone.

"Wha-! Hold on, I need to check this out." Hurriedly getting up from her spot, she speed walks to the door. Opening the door, she takes a few cautious steps outside. Looking around to see if anything looked suspicious.

"Headmaster... There's nothing here- *gasp*!"

Right in front of Ramshackle was a car. A. Car. Didn't those only exist in her and Yuu's world?! (Y/N) runs up to the machine and starts to look at it up close.

"No way!! How is this even! When! How, what?!" The dorm leader screams loudly, her eyes practically turning into stars.

Mr. Crowley appears next to the star-struck girl. "You see, (Y/N). I've had this old car for a long time. I never really used it often, but I got a new car a few days back. So I decided to let you and Yuu to have my old one."

"How gracious am I!" The old crow states loudly. (Y/N) slowly turns her body to face Crowley. They run to the Headmaster, before Crowley could react. (Y/N) engulfed him into a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." (Y/N) says softly, not wanting to yell in his ear drums. Headmaster Crowley gently pats her back. The female student realased Mr. Crowley from her bear hug. Turning her attention to car once more. "So, do me or Yuu need a licence to use this thing or- and he's gone..."

(Y/N) gives a tired sigh and look at the cars. "Does this thing use keys?"

Stuffing her hands in her pocket, she felt something odd. Taking the small item out with confusion. Her previous questioning face turns into a fond look. A simple grey key was attached to keychain, along with a little tag attached to it. Spelling out Ramshackle in pretty hand writing.

Taking yet another look at the vehicle, (Y/N) sees that it looked rather similar to some of the cars in her world. It wasn't fancy or high tech, it was just a plain white, medium sized car. It was ordinary, simple, clean looking too. Maybe a little used, but (Y/N) could care less.

"Hmm, welp. I guess Headmaster Crowley wouldn't mind if I test this bad boy out!"

"Okay, let's see inside... Oh, it's just like the cars back home! Thank God!" Breathing out a sigh of relief, she puts the key in the ignition. The car roared as it started to turn on.

"Okay, hands on the wheel. Foot on the pedals and breaks. Alright, I should take a few test drives!"

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(Y/N) steps out of the car, shaking a bit. She couldn't tell if it was out of fear or excitement. Either way, she had to hold on to the roof of the car for support. The phone buzzed from her pocket. Taking it out with a wobbly hand, she clicks the notification.

Cater had posted something about a race that would be held tonight outside of school and how he was gonna record everything. (Y/N) reads over the post and takes a screen-cap on where the race was gonna be held. "Maybe I can test out my skills," she jokes dryly to herself. Thanking who-ever-above for not crashing into stuff and getting into a accident.

(Y/N) stiffly walks back to Ramshackle after parking the car inside the Ramschakle gates. Once inside her dorm, the ghosts start to question where she was. "Take a look outside, there's your answer." The three ghosts poke their heads outside and see the piece of machinery.

"It's me and Yuu's first car, so if you guys posses it or let Grim near it. Things are not gonna be pretty." (Y/N) said as her voice turned from joyful to serious. The three ghosts fearfully agree and congratulate her on the new car. Even if it was probably older than their dead souls.

She heads upstairs to her/Yuu and Grims room. The little furball slept on the covers while Yuu was reading a book, "I am the king of magic..zzz." Grim says in his sleep as he snores a bit. (Y/N) snickers at her animal friend and goes through her closet.

Only a few items of clothing would be good to wear outside. The clothes she had on were for lazy time, not outing wear. 'I gotta get a little more clothes, most of these outfits are for school.' (Y/N) held back a wince when she saw the outfit she wore for her "wedding day" yet smiled at her old fairy gala clothes. Beans day, dang, so much paint to wash out, it was pretty fun though!

'Where.. Wait, I think this would look nice..? Maybe.' (Y/N) was not a fashionista when it came to clothes. But, she could try today. "Hmm, ah-ha! This should be good enough." She picks up her items to wear, then remembers Yuu and Grim. Hoping that fire cat was still asleep, (Y/N) whispers to Yuu about what happened earlier this morning. Yuu gets up from his spot on the bed and goes over to the window to see the car, while (Y/N) quickly dashes to bathroom.

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A young man steps out of his car. It looked nice and sleek, only with a few bits of dirt on the wheels. The car was definitely new looking. This driver of the car could be said the same. He wore nice clothes that looked like they couldn't be affordable.

His eyes were narrow and he had a cunning smirk.

He laughs once his opponent cries out in frustration. Cussing out few words as they bang their head against the drivers wheel. The male teen leans against his car and asks if anyone wanted to challenge him. Know one stepped up. The guys tsks and decided to take a break from driving, he'd rather wait until someone had enough guts to face him.

A simple white car drives up to the area. Parking against some of the other vehicles, teens look up from their phones and conversations to see the newcomer. A young male steps out, he bore red hair and had a dumb smirk on his face. While another boy stepped out the car after him, he had dark blue hair and started to argue quietly with the light red head. Soon other males get out of the car.

It almost looked like a clown car at how many people could fit in it. The "ring leaders", were the last one's to get out of the car.

(Y/N) stares at everything with subtle excitement as she and her friends group together. "(Y/N), I'm still surprised you've drove us here. I didn't think vehicles existed in your world." Deuce tells the female with a curious look. Unaware of her uneasy smile she had after he said that.

"Yeah, there are cars and motorbikes in my world. But.. They are a little different I guess, and I learned to drive in my old world once I got older." (Y/N) explained as she and her friends find a good spot to stand in. "Deuce, I think you should be more surprised that the Headmaster gave her a car."

"I never thought the cheapskate would just give you his car," Ace says with a sigh. "His old, used car." Epel clarified. "Right. What Epel said, or anything related to vehicles in general."

"Headmaster Crowley gave it to us. So until we find our way home. We can use it to travel besides mirrors." Yuu said softly, remembering that when Crowley finds a way for them to return home. There not gonna have these moments anymore.

The group of first years went quiet after his words. Jack decideds to lighten up the mood by pointing out that one of the party guests were getting ready to race. They all look up at the big hill as the race started. The nice looking car was in the lead, while the other was behind. The race ended and the nice car won.

Murmers from other party members were heard. Saying, "dang, Bryan is such a jerk." Or, "he always gloats about his driving skill." Sebek overhears this and looks at the winning driver.

They were a young human teen, male. He reeked of arrogance and pride. Someone not even worthy of his time, he was nothing like Lord Mallues and his elegance! (Y/N) sees Sebek turn his nose slightly at the winner. She couldn't blame him though, the winner was a real jerk about winning.

Deuce and Epel walk over to the winners car with amazement written all over their faces.

Not caring about the loud owner of the vehicle. "So cool.." Epel whispers as the car seemed to shine a bit. "It looks really new, how did this guy afford it?" Epel was so caught up in sleekness of the car that he was about to lean on it.

"HEY! Get your grubby hands away from my car!"

"Eh!" The two first years say in sync, startled from the outburst. Epel and Deuce straighten up as the winner of the race approached them. "What makes you think you guys can just go up and touch my ride?!!" "We didn't me too!"

Deuce said, trying to defend himself and Epel. (Y/N) takes notice of the situation and steps in front of her friends. "Woah, wait a second. They just apologized, there's no need for you to yell at them." The female says, trying to control the situation.

The once angry male was now looking up and down (Y/N), his frown turns into a suave smile. "Look hon, I'm just saying that those weirdos shouldn't have touched what they probably would never own." Bryan chuckles out, placing a hand on his hip. "Besides, it's not like they can even enter the race without a car. So why are they even here, their practically useless."

(Y/N) could feel her two friends seething from behind her. The female felt Yuu hold her wrist to calm her, she was just as ticked off as Deuce and Epel were. "I'll race you!" The female said without thinking at all. Not that she could give a damn at this moment.

A few gasps and "oh's" were heard after she challenged. Bryan smirks wickedly, "alright. The first one who makes it down the mountain wins. Though, I doubt your going to." (Y/N) scoffed at Bryan, he then gets in his car and drives up the hill.

Dirt and dust fills the air once he left. Coughing up dirt, (Y/N) burps and glares at the spot where the car was. "That guy is going down." The dorm leader said, not seeing Yuu their head.

Both cars had their engines on, parked side by side on the road on top of the hill. The sound of crickets was drowned out by the cars purring as a few fireflies flew about. The moon gleaming brightly in the dark sky. (Y/N) grips her driving wheel in agitation.

A scowl on her lips as she clenched her teeth. Bryan looks over at her from his car window. He grins, "maybe once this race is over. Why don't you and I go for a little cruising down the street. How's that~"

(Y/N) stomach turns as this dude was trying to mess with her. "You wish..!" (Y/N) barks at him, her anger rising like a volcano. A timer rings out in the air, and Bryan immediately revs his car engine and takes off. "Shoot!"

(Y/N) clamps down her foot on the pedal because of her late start. Rushes of white and blue could be seen going down the mountain. (Y/N)'s fellow first years watch from below. "Do you think she's gonna be okay?" Ace said, Jack hesitantly nods.

"She should be fine as long as she doesn't crash.." The six first years could only worry for (Y/N)'s safety. Said girl on the other hand could care less. Turning her wheel to the side, she pulls her shift gear and sloppily turns left and right. The two drivers were neck and neck yet (Y/N) passed him.

She smirks and keeps her eyes on the road. But a little squirrel scurried on to the road. (Y/N) gasps in shock and tries to avoid hitting the furry creature. Though at the cost of swiveling out of control.

"AAHHH!!"

(Y/N) hits the brakes as a loud shriek of the tires stop on the road. The car stops on the left side of the road as Bryans car drives past her. (Y/N) catches her breath, sweat and a few tears trickle down her skin. "Shit, I need to catch up!" (Y/N) was about to step on the pedals but sees herself in the review mirror.

The female lets her hands drop from the steering wheel, along with moving her foot from the pedals. (Y/N) opens the car door and steps out. Leaning her back against the car, trying the calm her beating heart. (Y/N) closes her eyes and turns her head up at the sky. "It's okay.."

(Y/N) says to herself, "I'm okay."

Sucking in a deep breath, she breaths out. "The stars look nice tonight." (Y/N) utters quietly, a determined look crossing her face. (Y/N) stops leaning on the door and opens it. "I can still cross the finish the line."

*Extra*

When she makes it down the hills road. Bryan stands by his car, a smug look on his features. (Y/N) parks her car and steps out. Bryan mocks her, yet she gives him a strained smiles. "Good race," and then walks over to her friend group. They glomp her in a hug, yelling at her and asking if she was alright.

(Y/N) just grins proudly, asking them if they wanted to drive up the hill with her. Not to race, but to see the stars.

The End.

(Good god this took forever, I had no ideas on how write about driving. Mostly music about driving and T.V shows kept my motivation flowing. Sorry if this isn't great, but I did my best. Thanks for reading!)

[tartaghetti]

stronger than you | strong! fem! reader hcs

you are a 2nd year manager of karasuno and here are hcs on how noya, tanaka, and ennoshita react to you being physically stronger than you seem

☆ nishinoya yuu

you, along with yachi, were introduced by kiyoko as new managers for the club. you've been in the club for quite some time now and you're well acquainted with everyone now

especiall noya since the both of you are in the same year (and he's very excited about how they have a manager who's in the same year as him)

noya is just an energetic and spontaneous ball

he'll go to your classroom and shout your name so you could go to the clubroom together

you would find it very endearing if it weren't for the knowing looks your friends would give you whenever noya came by

OKAY SO

you joined in your 2nd year after leaving the martial arts club

why'd you leave? you weren't too keen on the suffocating competitive atmosphere in the club

the club president wasn't very good in keeping everyone organised

the club was overall just a mess and you didn't want to get involved in any more problems

while everyone's cleaning up, hinata and kageyama snuck to the court a bit a do extra spiking drills

you heard them bickering but you didn't actually expect they'd do anymore drills

but at this point, you weren't surprised anymore

this time, hinata went a bit all out and the ball came flying towards an unsuspecting noya who was drinking what's left of his water bottle

fortunately, you were nearby

you immediately drop whatever you were holding (which were brooms) and immediately go in front of noya, fixing your stance (like how you would during a hand to hand spar)

you use your arm and hover it steadily in front of your face where the ball was going towards

you successfully stop the ball, which you grab from the floor

you're unaware of the stares from the other people in the gym

"hinata! kageyama! be careful! you could have hurt someone!" you lecture the first years, to which they immediately apologize for (after they've completely processed what you just did)

you turn around and look at noya, who's just looking at you in awe

"noya-san? you okay there?" you wave your hand in front of him, where he finally responds by blinking

he finally processes everything, he's confused, he's blushing, he's staring at you in awe because a girl saved him?? a v v pretty girl saved him from a ball that could've hit his head??

he's just shocked, my dood

for the first time, he's at a loss for words

"earth to noya-san?"

he finally speaks

"[y/n]-san... that... that was so aWESOME! you're... i guess you were stronger than i had initially thought, y'know? thanks for saving my head there! you're so cool, [y/n]-san!"

you're blushing now too

sure, you've been called cool by other people, but it seems that when noya says it, it just feels so different

"thank you, noya-san..."

the next few days, he'll just bother you about where you got so strong and when he learns that you know martial arts, he just WANTS you to teach him some self-defense

he was already attracted to you when you joined the club as a manager

now he learns that you're actually physically stronger than you seem??

bro, he's infatuated

wait no, scratch that

he's head over heels for you

expect a lot of compliments from him

also expect a lot of, "[y/n], do you think you can carry me?"

"for the last time, noya, i am NOT carrying you"

☆ tanaka ryuunosuke

you already knew tanaka, during your 1st year, even before joining the karasuno volleyball club because of ennoshita

but you've only met with him once or twice on the rare occasions where you'd do a group project with ennoshita

you joined the volleyball club in your 2nd year as a manager for the boy's team when the club that you were previously in had disbanded due to lack of members

to everyone's surprise, tanaka recognizes you the moment you enter the gym

you quickly become well acquainted with everyone

it's been like 3 months since you've joined the club and you're comfortable with walking home with everyone

especially with tanaka since coincidentally, you live in the same neighborhood as him

this one particular day, tanaka says he'd forgotten his textbook in coach ukai's shop while you were already walking home with him

you guys weren't that far from his shop but you were already tired enough to go back with him

you let him go and retrieve his textbook, assuring that you'll be fine on your own

he runs back to the shop and you lean onto a pole nearby, waiting patiently for him

that's when two creepy men approach you and begin small talk, getting into your personal space too many times

they crossed the line when one of them tried to lift up your skirt, the other one pinning you onto the wall

before they could do anything else, you immediately go under his arm and out while it was still a bit loose and you immediately strike your hand on his nape, earning a pained groan from the man

the other one hesitated to attack you but he did, trying to punch you, but you immediately dodge, making him stumble and fall

using whatever strength you had left, with your adrenaline helping, you lift the other and drop him onto his companion, earning groans from the two of them

the moment tanaka comes back, he's immediately in front of you, in a very defensive stance, barking at the strangers

he doesn't look at you as he grabs your arms, pulling you close to him as you continue walking home

finally, he looks at you and notices the state that you are in

your blazer's unbuttoned, the blouse underneath lost the top button, your clothes are creased and your hair is just everywhere

you're sweating, still not recovering from the adrenaline rush from earlier

lowkey you look attractive rn

"[y/n]! are you okay?! are you hurt?! the hell happened back there?! did those guys try to touch you?!"

"tanaka, chill, i'm fine. just some random dudes trying to get touchy with me. nothing i can't handle"

he's relieved that you're okay and he makes sure you get home safely (ohoho what a gentleman) and once he gets everything in his head, he's in love

i mean, who wouldn't be attracted to a girl who just DESTROYED two men trying to touch her

the next day when you greet him, he's all blushy and scared because you might beat his ass if you felt like it

he later learns that you were taught self-defense at an early age and continued training up until now

tanaka will stare at you whenever you're talking with someone, hoping you wouldn't notice, but boy's just too obvious about his infatuation

the whole team probably knows his crush on you without him confirming it

☆ ennoshita chikara

you joined the volleyball club shortly after transferring to karasuno in your 2nd year

you're classmates with ennoshita, so you were relieved that you knew someone in the team

you quickly became friends with everyone on the team a few days later due to them being very friendly and kiyoko never leaving you confused during practice

once you're comfortable enough with them, you've shown your very playful side

leading you, along with noya and tanaka, to get some lectures from ennoshita

you were never one to actually do dumb things, but you always encouraged them to do the dumb thing

"im not a bad influence i swear" turns into "lmao yea, you should totally give that snake a pat"

even though you seem playful, you're still very reliable when the situation calls for it

you stopped a good amount of class fights and bickering to avoid it elevating to a physical fight

you've also stopped hinata and kageyama's bickering a few times

of course, ennoshita's noticed this and has developed an admiration to you

he didn't notice the thin line between admiration and infatuation

he finds himself staring at you a lot during practice now, always denying that he had a crush on you and just convinced himself that "i just respect her a lot"

it's currently the last day of the tokyo summer training camp, and you're helping out unloading a few more stuff that they bought

you're carrying two fairly heavy coolers, both of which are filled with refreshments

ennoshita sees you and sprints up to you, offering to help

"oh, there's no need ennoshita-kun, go ahead and eat, you should enjoy yourself"

there it is, that very sweet consideration that sends ennoshita's heart flying

"don't worry [y/n], i want to help you"

you smile and take up his offer, giving him one of the coolers

he almost droos the cooler from how heavy it was

he initially thought it wasn't at all heavy since you didn't at all look like you were having a hard time, he underestimated the weight of the cooler

you look at him in worry but then you burst into a fit of laughter, earning some attention your way

ennoshita was embarrassed as he tried to tell you to stop laughing at him

"sorry ennoshita-kun, but that was the reason i didn't want you to carry it, come on, give that back to me"

he stares at you for a bit, still not over the shock of learning how strong you actually are

you wave your hand in front of his face and he comes back to reality

"no, no, i can carry this, your shoulders might get sore, [y/n]"

AWWWW HE'S CONCERNEDD

while the both of you walk, you tell him about how you underwent some intense (somewhat unnecessary) training during middle school as you were part of the track & field club

once you deemed that the training was far too much and your body couldn't take it anymore so you quit when you went into high school

the reason you transferred was because your mom landed a job as a teacher for karasuno high

he's in awe about... just about everything about you

it's honestly not hard for him to fall for you at this point

he'll listen to you the rest of the day, wanting to get to know you more and more

when someone goes to help you carry something particularly heavy, he anticipates for their reaction over you being stronger than they are

he just loves you at this point, really

i hope i depicted them properly TwT

[seokiloquy]

Step - Nishinoya Yuu

AU: Dance Prodigy

Word Count: 1.6K+

A five, six, seven eight.

Your feet hurt. It was something you’d always be able to handle, the curve of your feet as the pushed into the expensively matted floor. It took years to achieve the form you had polished tirelessly. The slightly hyperextended knees and arms, toes that could curl and reach the floor while you sat with your legs stretched in front of you, the flexible spine, neck, and hip sockets. You worked for this form.

Head up.

You gently led your arm in a circle through the air before leaning down to touch your toes that pointed into the floor. Your back cracked as you rotated around into an arabesque. Your hip popped as you rotated it above your head. Your ankle twisted as you descended too quickly. Years of training led to this moment. Bright light bounced off your skin. The stiff build of your skirt showed off your legs as they extended and moved flawlessly, carrying you across the stage. Music fluttered gently across the hall, each sound matched a movement. Your leg hurt. As you made centre stage the music faded out, the curtain slowly closed, and the lights dimmed as the applause roared through the open air around you. The draping velvet cloth made contact in front of you, and as it did your leg gave way.

“Your Achilles tendon tore. It’s about 12 weeks of recovery time, but you’ll need to rehabilitate afterwards. I’m sorry.”

The doctor left, closing the door gently behind him. The stiff fabric of the hospital bedding folded tightly between your fingers as your fists clenched. You glared at your elevated leg. At your bedside was your instructor who stared down at her clenched fists, breathing heavily as if she were about to burst.

“This is my fault. If I hadn’t pushed you-”

“Stop,” you turned your head in her direction. “The fault is all mine. I’ve been having ankle pain for a few weeks. I never said anything but I never imagined it would turn out like this.”

It wasn’t a total lie. The pain in your leg had only started a week prior, after taking a small tumble while you practiced privately.

She sighed, “You’re still young, you’ll recover quickly. But-”

You nodded, biting your lip. “But I won’t make it to the academy. I know.”

“Ballet will be too harsh on your body, you could probably get back into it but you’ll likely never get to the point where you were yesterday.”

You looked at your teacher, “then what do I do?”

You stood in front of the white building, watching as the crowd of students slowly piled in. Your school specialized in high level performance ballet but also had other forms ranging from contemporary to musical theatre and hip hop. Sadly, in your final year, instead of participating in the ballet performance that you were slotted to take the role in (now taken by your good friend who was too nervous for words and kept coming to you for help) you were spending your days in the work-out and rehabilitation wing of the school.

The year-end performance that had taken place just before summer vacation, left you with an injury that took all of summer to recover from. A week into the school year, you had just gotten your cast-off but were still walking with the assistance of a crutch. Despite the likelihood of not being able to participate in this year’s showcase, you still wore your ballet jersey with pride as you hobbled into the school.

“Do you want some help?”

A boy came up to your side offering a hand out to carry your bag. He wore the classic black uniform of the hip hop students. You smiled thankfully and let your bag slide off of your shoulder and into the palm of his hand.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, you’re that ballet dancer. I saw your dance last year, it was amazing. What happened to your leg?”

“Oh, I injured myself while performing. Tore my Achilles.”

He winced, “Ouch, how did you finish? You didn’t even look injured.”

“To be honest, I didn’t realize until the curtain closed and I fell over.”

He opened the door, ushering you in before following closely behind. “I’ll help you to your dorm. How have you been recovering?”

You sighed and continued to hobble next to him as you made your way to the dorm room elevator. “I’ve been managing, but I won’t be able to perform this year unless I get super lucky.”

“But this is your year to get scouted!” he stuck his arm in the elevator door until you made it through.

You laughed at his eagerness, “Ya, and I’ll be spending it in the rehab hall. I’m lucky they didn’t expel me.”

The boy sighed, “The school wouldn’t expel you. You’re the school’s top student, they wouldn’t give you up over an injury.”

“Thanks.”

The two of you made your way to your dorm room, where you pulled a key out of your pocket. As the door opened he handed you your bag back with a nod before heading down the hallway.

“Hey,” you called. “What’s your name?”

He turned quickly, yelling down the hall, “Nishinoya Yuu!”

“Yuu, call me (Y/N)!”

You were working with one of the on-site chiropractors when the doors opened.

“Yu? What are you doing here?”

Your doctor laughed as Nishinoya jogged over in your direction. Behind him were a bunch of other hip hop students that made their way to the pilates machinery.

“We have an hour of pilates today. How’s your leg doing?”

Lifting up the somewhat immobile leg you shook it in the air before going back to walking practice. Next to you, your doctor threw in a comment about the tendon healing at a good pace.

“I’ll hopefully be able to walk normally by December. As for dancing, I don’t know, I think I’d like to try even if I can’t do it fully.”

It was early October. Nishinoya and yourself have managed to create an imbalanced friendship with him carrying your things or most of your weight while getting around. Luckily for him, it wasn’t much of an inconvenience. The hip hop wing was right next to rehab. It also didn’t bother him that he got to make Ryu jealous by carrying a pretty girl on his arm, but that was beside the point. 

True to your own words, once December rolled around you were able to walk around without any assistance. Stairs were a bit difficult, and Nishinoya still managed to convince you to let him carry your things. But at least you could walk.

December was the time when most choreography was coming to a close and rapid polishing would commence. Despite this, the day before winter break started, Nishinoya ran into your dorm, interrupting your packing with a proposal.

“Let’s do a duet!”

The two youngest teachers of either of your branches became your choreographers for your duet. They seemed way more excited about the idea that Nishinoya brought to them than Nishinoya was. Not that you could blame them, the branches of the school didn’t meld very often.

Your bad leg was still unable to go on full point. After about a month of figuring out the choreography, most of it ended up being arabesques and lifts (among other things) that wouldn’t put too much pressure on your ankle. Nishinoya’s choreo was a big contrast with more grounded and heavy movements, looking a bit more like an idol’s stage performance than heavy hip hop, but he looked incredibly confident and comfortable in that zone. Tying the polar opposites together were matching movements, pauses, and overall flow.

You handed Nishinoya your water bottle and sat down next to him. As he chugged the water back you watched as your two choreographers chatter happily.

“How’s your ankle?” he asked, setting down your bottle.

Tilting your head over in his direction, you nudged his shoulder lightly. “It feels pretty good a little tight maybe but alright. Are those two flirting?”

“I think so. Do you think you’ll be able to perform? We’re doing costume fittings next week.”

You rolled your ankle gently. “I think I’ll survive. What do your costumes look like again?”

“Flowy dress, flowy shirt and black pants.”

You huffed out a giggle, causing Nishinoya to turn in your direction while wearing a pout. Grabbing your arm he shook it quickly trying to grab your attention. “Hey! What are you laughing for, huh?”

“Nothing, just. I think you’re going to look a bit like a pirate. With your hair and all.”

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with looking like a pirate. They’re pretty cool!”

It was quiet backstage. Or as much as it could be with strong music playing through the concert hall and rowdy hip hop dancers cheering excitedly through the velvet curtains. You gripped Nishinoya’s hand like a vice as you waited for the song to end so you could take centre stage with your partner. Nishinoya flinched under the grasp but held yours back as gently as possible while talking to Tanaka who stuck around still wearing the costume from his first performance which Nishinoya was a part of.

Most students would perform one or two dances at least, you were stuck with one.

The song ended abruptly, marking your cue to head on stage. Tanaka ran to the seats as Nishinoy and you waited for the previous dancers to come off stage.

“Ready, (Y/N)?”

You nodded stiffly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall and then we’ll go on like it was meant to happen.”

You didn’t want to let go of his hand.

I almost feel bad that the dancing isn’t descrpitive because I’m a dancer.. - Bacon

Posted: 03/07/2020

[twistedapple]

Bianca Bosconero - Snow White stayed in the wild (part 2)

The second part is here and will contain the Bosconero twins’ background from Bianca’s point of view. I’m honestly tempted to say that her general profile is an overview and this post is more relevant in regard to the sort of person she is, how she evolved and where she personally is at the time of Yuu’s arrival. It’ll certainly provide more in-depth informations than her profile (though I’ll try to keep it at a reasonable length for an easier read - and because I have a good amount of things to cover).

Links to Bianca’s profile and the twins’ overview post (which has been swallowed by goddamn Tumblr so if that site could stop bullying us #twisted wonderland users, that’d be great thx). Now I’m taking a short break before doing a post regarding her magic and her sister’s full profile and backstory. I’m also considering rewriting a part of Bianca’s backstory from another character’s point of view as well (you’ll understand when you’ll read this post)... 

Without further ado...

On a cold winter morning, a woman pricked her finger while spindling. As a drop of blood fell on the floor, she found herself wishing for a girl with hair dark as night, skin white as snow and lips red as blood to the honored ancestor of the family, commonly known as the Green Man rather than an actual name. Nobody really knows who - or what - the Green Man really is, but through the Bosconero family he provided a lineage strong with sorcerers and alchemists, and sometimes his passed down powers would surge in a family member as an uncommon magical ability. Because of the Green Man’s ties to the land and the seasons, it was common in the family to develop magical abilities tied to earthen powers - and it didn’t spare the current generation when, nine months later, on a foggy first day of November, twin girls made their entrance to the world right on time for the yearly Autumn celebrations customary to the Valley of Thorns, when it was said the Green Man would end a cycle of life for it to start anew in the following months.

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- Bianca, Neve, you did an excellent work with that charm. 

- Beauty and talent, with those, you will be able to properly carry the name of our house! Now try again, to make sure you have mastered it.

- Yes mother, father...

- No! How are you supposed to represent us if you cannot repeat such a simple task? 

- Failure is not an option with our name on the line. 

- Sorry, mother, father...

- We will try again.

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While there was a widely known reputation for the inhabitants of the Valley of Thorns to remain fairly isolated, partly due to the fear their overlords, House Draconia, would inspire, it didn’t mean none of them were socially active. The Bosconero household was a prime example of it, with a historically strong tie to the magical community as a whole, as well as a fairly large social network that would cover both the Valley and other places. One of the most well-known figure of the family was the great sorceress Margherita Bosconero who, during her time at the head of the Magic Council, had pushed revolutionary reforms regarding the regulations and teachings of magic. She was also the one who had taught Crimilde Bosconero everything she knew and in turn, Crimilde was determined to raise her daughters to a level fitting their rank - and possibly reach new heights as well. 

As such, Bianca and Neve’s chilhood was filled with a variety of lessons and acitivities to meet familial expectations at every level. They were taught everything there was to know about etiquette, learned about history, science and literature in order to develop their ability to discuss about anything with anyone, They learned about the importance of an impeccable presentation - the first impression always mattered, after all -, which involved many details, such as a proper posture, a sensible sense of fashion, the many ways one could use their body language to convey or hide thoughts and feelings. They were taught about all the proper activities a lady was expected to master, such as spinning wool, creating embroideries, weaving delicate patterns, singing and playing instruments beautifully, writing and drawing with an elegant precision. 

And then, there was the study of magic. If Crimilde was generally strict in the way her daughters were being educated, she was exceptionally so when it came to that side of their lessons. The family had a reputation and the two girls had to uphold it in the best way possible. Adding to that was the pressure to see if one of them hopefully had the family’s Gift - not having it was not an issue in itself, however it was deemed an incredibly valuable element for the sake of added prestige. For that reason, Crimilde would show a worryingly increasing degree of ruthlessness while overseeing the education of her daughters over time. The girls would be praised when they executed their exercises in a satisfactory manner, and put down when a failure happened. They would be subtly pitted against each other, in the hope this competition would push them to go further in their study. 

Then, the Gift showed itself during a lesson of defensive magic, revealing at the same time Bianca’s unique magic. Twisted branches appeared from the ground and envelopped Bianca, its long thorns piercing her clothes and skin in many places. Then pitch black started writhing and Bianca has no recollection of what happened next. She woke up two days later, bandages here and there and an elated Crimilde by her side. The Gift had sprung up again, and in a spectacular manner! As a proof of its power, Bianca had entered a state of overblot - which had been swiftly stopped by Crimilde. From this point onward, Bianca became the center of attention of the family and had to meet even higher expectations. 

It’s around this time that the sisters were introduced to social life in the magical world, participating in various gatherings, meeting people from various regions of the world and discovering new places as well. After all, one of the strong points regarding the Bosconero family’s standing was their ability to curate their network and generally be part of the socialites. And there was no better publicity than the announcement of the Gift surging yet again. Yet, a dissonance started growing. Promised child only when success was met, promised child only when smiling to other people was required. Again and again, to appease her mother she started taking it out on herself and unconsciously compromised her own sense of self everytime. Worst of all, she was on her own, the entire situation having caused a rift to grow between her and Neve, who was left behind in her shadow the whole time. 

However, the situation went in the opposite direction when it came to light that Bianca, for all of her abilities and best efforts, had an issue that was deemed unsolvable. Contrary to her sister’s not-as-impressive magical powers, yet steady growth, her own was irregular and more and more punctuated with times off magic to reduce a blotting that happened faster than it should have. A point was reached, during which Crimilde simply expressed her immeasurable disappointment by deeming Bianca as defectuous, and then proceeded to report all the attention to Neve instead, certain that she was the one who should have had the Gift instead. Then, everything became incredibly obvious, and Bianca started realising with horror the dissonance she’d been putting herself through in order to keep going.

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- Neve... Neve! 

-... It’s the middle of the night, go away!

- We need to talk. 

- Wha-... Now?

- Yes, it’s the only moment when we’re left alone.

- What do you want?

-... Are you ok with that entire situation we’re in?

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Bianca tossed, again and again. Every night, for days, she tossed in her bed as she was carefully pondering her situation and the action she should take to get out of it - to save herself. 

Lately, she’d been having this oppressive feeling, something writhing and screaming deep inside. She’d been feeling wary too - a peculiar feeling considering how young she still was by the Valley’s standards. Getting up with the knowledge that it was yet another day during which she’d have to become her parents’ adorable and quiet girl was heavy. Getting up with the knowledge that another surge, another mistake, would lead to the reminder that her sister was doing much better than her despite her lacking the gift bestowed by the Green Man. Yet she had to tolerate it, for the love of her parents, the love of her sister, and the necessity for the family to appear united.

Yet as time passed, it was making her sick. She felt like a monkey repeating tricks for whoever would lie their eyes on her. But she had to give a good impression, right? And uphold the status of her family, both in the Valley and in the magical world, right? It was her duty as the newest generation of Bosconero, after all... And she didn’t want any of it any more. This made her feel like a spoiled child, and the guilt born from it only served to make everything feel even worse. The worst part was when her family would participate in social gatherings, unknowingly having her observe other people the same way she’d observe her parents; direct interactions meant a work of reading the situation at various levels: what was said, what was meant... And what remained hidden. Over time, Bianca’s attention to details had been honed to the point she was able to swiftly adjust to any reaction just so she could obtain the safest result. This very situation had also led her to bury herself.

Again and again.

Bury herself, always deeper, to just choke and decay in an abandoned corner of her mind. After all, her very being felt unwanted. Yet, she had recently realised there was still a door to open when she noticed a tight knot in her chest at the view of a son and his father, during a social gathering like all the ones before. Until that pang, she thought she’d grown accustomed to that fleeting feeling of longing she’d occasionally have; it seems she had misjudged herself, though. And since then, the thought of a flight across the night sky, on her broom and with a simple luggage for companion kept following her. It’d be foolish to think someone would come for her, if she wanted to get her life under control, she had to do it herself. And she did it, after having heavily pondered on her situation, after having tried to convince her twin sister to come with her - to no avail, Neve was completely bound to the family and deluding herself as her own mean of survival. 

So Bianca took off on her own one night, to fly as far as she could, disappear for a while and settle somewhere peaceful.

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- Back when we met, you talked about motivations, but there’s one you never told me. 

- Do you want the straight-to-the-point version or the flowery one?

- Whichever expresses best what you had in mind back then. 

- Alright. Then I’ll have you know, kings and princes become much less scary when you consider they sit on their ass the same way everybody else does. It’s easier to treat them as actual persons when one perceives titles as overrated.

-... Straight to the point, indeed. I’d almost be offended.

- That’s why I kept it to myself~ ♪

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The knowledge of fauna and flora imparted by her parents revealed itself useful for Bianca’s survival in the wild. At that point, she simply didn’t feel like dealing with more people, and wouldn’t risk it either - she had her own trail to clean up after in the first place, showing herself would be a liability for the time being. So she took the decision of going on a personal quest instead, momentarily abandoning all sort of connection to focus on herself instead. For the first time in her life, she had the possibility to do so and was in bad need of self-examination as well. Observing other people and comparing various situations to her own had made her realise something was off, and not just about her situation. Her very person had been moulded in a manner that would be sure to please other people, to do so she had sacrificed her will, thoughts and feelings again and again, until she found herself choking from self-loathing and incomprehension. She needed to find herself again, figure out where this Bianca had been buried. There was simply no room for others at that point in her life. 

That is how her life in the wild started. As she went on a personal quest to find herself, she wandered left and right across the Valley, most of the times lost in her own clouds. It... Was not the greatest moment of her life. A lot of poison to swallow, truths to realise and accept, and then her own magic surging and occasionally going out of control - as if it was reacting to her own struggle and taking out what had been internalised for so long. Fear, anger, slackness, euphoria, giddiness... All of these feelings either shut down by Bianca or unwanted by her parents would feed her summonings and twist the world around her. Parts of the Valley where she dwelt for a time ended up gaining a fairly dark reputation over time, while she was giving herself time to work things out. It was writhing inside and out, and worst of all was the guilt of her incapacity to get her sister out of here as well. Of having left her behind and alone. It’s a period of her life where time somehow lost its meaning, distorted by her constant fights against herself for the sake of mastery. It’s ugly, dirty, foggy, and she remains elusive about it, merely sharing her surprising experience with general survival - both physical and mental. The most important lesson of these dark times is, however, a surprising yet massively important one for Bianca: she learned not only to fight, but to let go as well as years of poison built up in her heart was being absorbed and transformed into something new.

Once she got back on her feet, with a stronger foundation, the second step of her plan started. As she decided to keep using her knowledge in botanic, Bianca decided to pass for a wise woman, the sort that lives isolated in the forest and that people go seek in secret to relieve all sorts of ailments. She changed her name to Hilda and kept wandering around, even though she opted to dwell in the same place for a longer period of time. The look of a maiden and the wisdom of a crone, as well as her elusive nature, gave birth to some strange stories that would feed the local folklore. A young woman stealing people’s soul, an old woman protecting the hearth, a dreadful witch leading a charge across the sky and the thick forests of the Valley of Thorns... It’s when they met, too. 

Under blue moon, she saw him, as she approached guided by Idle, her slythering summon which was acting as her watchful eyes that night. Hidden at first, Bianca silently skirted around the tall, horned man while keeping an eye on him. They had never met before, yet she was aware of how he looked because of who he was - as such, Malleus Draconia’s silhouette was unmistakeable and it had her worried. Her personal situation had nothing legal to it and getting caught would lead to troubles that could easily reach further the family circle. However, he seemed very much alone and was inspecting the area without showing any sign of alert - on the contrary, he was the one who put her in that state when he called out while giving a long look at his surroundings.

- This place isn’t abandoned anymore, there are traces of magic... Show yourself!

Bianca only had a few seconds to ponder on her decision. She could stay safe and hidden, and figure out how to keep him at bay. She could also comply to not push his patience - her luck - and maybe reduce the gravity of her situation by showing some good will. Either way, the risk was to make the situation worse and more political. So she took a deep breath to regain her composure and opted for the course of action she knew best, for she had been practicing it long enough to hone it: smile and stay light-hearted, gauge the situation in silence.  

- Now that’s a visit I certainly never saw coming. Not even a guard? 

Glowing green eyes fell on her as she came out of her hiding spot, cheeky half-smile plastered on her face. It felt pretty rude of her to conceal her intentions to the Crown Prince himself, but old habits die hard and she needed to see where she stood before making her next move. Though, having grown accustomed to dealing with a human population, she considered the fearsome reputation the Draconia household had while observing Malleus back. Why was he here, alone, in the middle of the night? There were these questions, and the fact that for everything the reputation stated about him, Malleus Draconia didn’t exactly feel like a terrifying being. If anything, he seemed oddly out of place, in Bianca’s opinion. Besides, nothing would be as anxiety inducing as her parents, in her eyes.

- Wasn’t this place supposed to be abandoned? It was, last time I strolled around.

- ... Strolled around? Well, I settled in fairly recently, was even planning to rearrange a part of the garden to grow some stuff for myself... Look, is there a part of the area you’d rather have me leave untouched? I don’t really care, I’m pretty much passing by anyway, and I’m all alone so I don’t need much room. 

Initially taken aback by his reply, Bianca was quick to get back on her feet and react in a decisive manner to try and distract from the fact she wasn’t even supposed to roam around and settle the way she’d been doing in the first place. In turn, Malleus’ composed expression changed to surprise as she stated her proposition. Then surprise left place to something more thoughtful, before settling for a visibly amused smile. 

- Negociating? Do you realise who you are talking to?

- ... Oh yes, I do, but my motivations for this negociation are better left for when we’re more hm acquainted with each other. So, is it a good enough reason for you to still feel comfortable hanging around? 

Under blue moon, they kept meeting up and grew to enjoy each other’s company. His strong interest for gargoyles amused her, but her own interest for anything historical made their escapades to the four corners of the Valley of Thorns all the more pleasant. As habits begun to settle, they learned to read each other and it slowly downed on Bianca that she was growing attached to Malleus and everything that made him who he was. She simply couldn’t help noting the smallest details and appreciating each of them. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, how accidentally stern and teacher-like he would feel when sharing his hobby in the most serious fashion, his pout revealing more of his feelings than he could hide... And then there were heavier topics, chief of them his sense of isolation. Granted, Bianca wasn’t the best person in that regard since she was enjoying being on her own for the moment. Still, she understood the feeling and its implications, and didn’t judge his occasional discreet awkwardness - translated into a rather forward way of expressing himself, to the point of being odd and somehow backed by a logic only people who lacked proper social interactions would demonstrate. 

In return, she made an effort to be more open in the way she expressed her thoughts and feelings. It wasn’t easy since hiding and using them as strategic cards had been ingrained in her - it was, in fact, one the toughest habits she had to get under control to feel like a functional person. It was even harder because she had taken the decision to keep her Hilda persona around Malleus as well. It hadn’t been a pleasant decision to make, but she kept fearing a potential escalation of her issues - besides, Bianca wasn’t one to wash her dirty clothes in public, and so she preferred keeping the full extent of her issues to herself out of a sense of privacy. After all, she had set out on her own, her alone had to deal with the consequences of this decision. Nobody else would be dragged in. Yet these secrets weighted on her shoulders and she couldn’t help feeling guilty as he was being so pleasantly open to her. A part of her felt like she didn’t deserve so much kindness from him. 

Yet, under blue moon their relationship took a new turn, on a night when Malleus was helping Bianca settle in yet another hiding place. If he had questions regarding her situation and her habit to hop from place to place after a while, he kept them to himself but didn’t hide the occasional long stares with a thoughtful look - a graceful gesture the hedge witch became aware of over time and appreciated. However, for all of her observations, she never foresaw that one night coming, mostly because she never expected such a thing to happen to her in the first place. The details of what led to this situation still escape her to this day, but the most important ones remain: a look exchanged and something in reaction that caused her breath to hitch, his discreet scent like tea, soft spices and winter fire, the warm feeling of skin against skin and a tingle spreading through her body, leaning into the sensation to get more of it. Soon, fingers found their way through hair and things started to heat up... Then stopped, as Malleus was holding a strand of her hair and looking at it, then at her, with a surprised look. 

- You did tell me about those magical surges of yours... But I had never seen that sort of thing happen before. Did you?

- What are you talking abo- blackthorns blossoms? No, that one is definitely new, though oddly specific. I wonder what could have caus-

Then it downed on her as she mentally considered the nature and properties of blackthorn tree. It seemed her own magic had a sense of humour and she was its victim, because the choice of plant was oddly appropriate, both in regard to the situation it decided to appear and mix in her hair, and in regard to the person that was involved in it. Bianca got redder by the second as she blurted out her explanation, eliciting the most charming reaction from Malleus in the process.

- To put it simply, I’d say you... You-made-me-bloom. Literally. 

- Pff... Hahahaha well at the very least, know that the blackthorn suits you perfectly. 

- You’re enjoying it all, aren’t you?

-Oh, I enjoy it a lot.

Shortly after this event, Bianca’s cover as Hilda the hedge witch was destroyed. As she lowered her guard more and more around Malleus, she became complacent as well, and that’s how she made the mistake of leaving traces for her mother’s assistant, Erico, to follow. Up until now, her parents had waited for her to come home, and her mother had sent the man when she realised her runaway of a daughter had no intention of coming back. Following her had proven difficult, between the erratic patterns she had either purposefully or accidentally created and her cautious nature, she’d proven more elusive than expected. Not surprising, considering the roots of her magic. The wild itself was her domain to rule over, the twisted magical left overs of some of her early rampages had proven so when he went and observed them. 

Under blue moon, Bianca found herself cornered and felt an anxiety she thought she had managed to overcome hold her in a metaphorical chokehold again. And when Erico called her name - her actual name -, it felt like the first of a series of slaps in her face as the new reality she had built for herself fell apart. A magical fight ensued, during which Bianca noticed for the first time how far she’d come with her small but steady, daily practice. Had she stayed home, she would never have been to reach that level of mastery - even though she still had to summon Folly, a large dog-like beast, as well as sets of thick blackthorn bushes to keep the assistant at bay. As they finally came to a standstill, Bianca holding him with bushes full of long thorns slowly getting tighter around him, negociations started and poison flowed.

- Lady Bianca, you have to come home, your parents are concerned about your safety!

- My safety? Or the fact that I may cause a smear on their good name? Unless it’s an interest for what I bear? Concerned about me as a person, I don’t think so. Tell me, what do you think of my current magical abilities?

-... You’ve grown, Lady Bianca, but you’re still young and -

- Do you think I owe that growth to them? The very persons who threw me away because of what they considered a defect? The only reason they want me back is because I carry our family’s Gift. It makes me no better than some broken tool, just because I blot too quickly. But here, outside, I managed to become a person again, and it’s all my work, I don’t owe the family a single thing! Do you think I will allow you, or anybody else to take that away from me? Do you really think that?

- My lady please, at least come back home to share your sister’s burden - ACK!

- Share her burden? She chose to be on her own. But please, keep spouting that sort of nonsense, see what my thorns think of it!... You’ll bring a proof back to my mother. Something to show her that it’s pointless to follow a dead trail. 

On these softly threatening words, Bianca went to her current hiding spot, leaving Folly to keep watch over the assistant. A dead trail it would be, as she ramaged through her stuff and got out to prepare a simple transforming charm. Quickly, animal bones got turned into humanoid bones, which she wrapped in a dark fabric. 

- Since you were following orders, I’ll let you go back to my family, but you’ll bring them these bones. Tell them this it what you found at the end of the trail. You’ll be freed from this cat and mouse game in the process, isn’t it nice? Your Lady Bianca Bosconero is dead.

After she released the assistant from her magical hold and saw him off with the fake bones, Bianca collapsed on herself. Even though she had clearly gotten better at handling her magic, pushing her limit and walking it like a tightrope, it was still exhausting. In bad need of a rest, she considered not using magic for a little while to be the safest option if she wanted to recover properly. What she didn’t consider was Malleus witnessing the end of that exchange as he refrained from joining her, seeing that she was very obviously in quite the situation. 

-... Bianca Bosconero? From the Bosconero household? Is it who you are?

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M., I think this will be the last letter between us for a while. I’m sorry things have come to that, but you know I don’t want you to be needlessly involved in my personal mess. I’ll try to figure a new way out, I’ll let you know as soon as it happens. In the mean time, please take good care of yourself. I love you.

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Malleus didn’t take her lie well and let it known through his scowl. However, he accepted to listen to her, and Bianca chose to talk about her situation, for the first time in years. It was clumsy and oddly unemotional in some parts, as she tried to be as detached from her recounting as possible. She remained afraid of letting to many things out, because she knew she’d break if she were to do it. Bianca wasn’t ready to break yet. Even though she had learned to let go, there were still things she desperately held onto to keep her head up. By the end of her explanations, Malleus’ scowl had left place to a more thoughtful expression. They spent the entire night together, and he kept coming back in the following days. His kindness went straight to her heart. 

Once she recovered from the encounter with her mother’s assistant, he offered to help her work on her magic by being her sparing partner. She decided to focus mostly on defensive magic, fully aware that once her mother would have realised she’d been tricked by the bones, there was a high chance that she’d make the next moves herself. She needed to be ready to deal with what was coming her way, especially when it would come the woman who’d been trained directly by Margherita Bosconero. As such, having a proper set of spells to defend and attack, as well as an increased mastery of her unique magic, was necessary. The latter, in particular, had the possibility to provide Bianca a control of the field as long as she paced herself properly and kept a clear, focused mind. 

Facing her mother was probably one of the hardest things Bianca ever had to do in her life. Not simply because of her power, but because of the terror she inspired her despite not having seen each other for a long time. Bianca held her ground for a surprisingly long time thanks to the preparations she had done with Malleus’ help, but in the end it prove to no avail. She was still too young and too swayed by her emotions. When the blot started to accumulate to much, when her mother’s onslaught of spells started getting past her defenses, Bianca felt herself fail and a sinking feeling, deep inside her, that she thought she had managed to keep under control, grew and made her crumble in the end. 

Bianca’s home became her golden cage. She found herself sitting inbetween parents who not only viewed her as a general failure, but as a disappointment as well, while her sister remained... Cold. Bianca never asked what had been happening during her absence, but the way her sister held herself - as if she was a new version of their mother, was disturbing to witness. With that in mind, she started isolating herself more and more, both in the house and in her own mind in order to escape the pain her new situation was giving her. Reading and writing became her hobbies to kill time in a pleasant way and express herself in a way that wouldn’t cause harm to anybody. She also sent letters to Malleus regularly with the help of Sly, her twisted bird-like summon, and kept his replies well hidden. Not being able to see him was painful and even worse was the news that her mother had caught on Sly’s flights and was preparing a spell to make sure it would stop. When Idle, ever the watchful eyes, had reported on that, Bianca’s heart sank and she immediately prepared her last letter to Malleus, not knowing when they’d be able to read or even see each other again. On a sentimental impulse she still wasn’t used to, she decided to bluntly state her feelings as a promise to find a way out of her current predicament. 

Then, her days slowly became awfully similar and a numbness started overtaking her with time. It felt like being back to square one, with no way out this time. Bianca silently despaired in a house that made it clear she was unwanted, yet had to remain to pay for the shame she had brought her family. It ate away at her will in an insidious manner, until an unexpected saving grace, in the form of an invitation, arrived for her. Bianca and Neve both received an invitation to study magic, but in different schools. While Neve was called by Royal Sword Academy, Bianca was meant to attend Night Raven College. It didn’t bother her, quite the contrary. She was elated at the idea of leaving the house for some years and the news alone was enough to help her find some energy back.  

On the day the carriage containing the coffin that led to Night Raven College arrived, Bianca’s surprise increased when she saw a familiar silhouette ready to pass through the coffin-like door. The only reason she kept her composure was because Malleus wasn’t alone - next to him stood a smaller man with a boyish face. Lilia Vanrouge. As she was about to break into a run, Bianca managed to stop at the last second and proceeded to politely salute the two fae before following them through the door. During the entrance ceremony, amidst the whispers caused by Malleus’ presence at the college - a surprising turn of event, considering he was already among the best sorcerers world-wide -, both were sorted into different dorms by the Mirror. While Malleus joined Lilia in Diasomnia, Bianca found herself in Pomefiore, and nearly lost it as soon as the name was uttered by the Mirror. Of course, she had to be sent to the place where the most ambitious ones tended to be found. 

A few days later, as they settled in their dorms, Malleus and Bianca met under blue moon. For the first time since they met, Bianca didn’t hide a thing - didn’t even try to. Tears gathered and rolled, taking away with them the exhaustion accumulated over time. Her head rested on his shoulder and she basked in the gentle blend of tea, soft spices and winter fire she’d missed more than she expected. Being in different dorms and in different classes meant they couldn’t see each other as often as they’d like, yet the occasional meeting was good enough for them. Besides, a single year didn’t mean that much.

During that same year, Bianca started working a new solution out to counter her family’s power over her. She managed to get hired as part-time library assistant and poured much of her free time into the study of legislation. Her grades suffered as a consequence, but she waved it away, considering it a lesser immediate priority. She also took it upon herself to approach Lilia at some point during the year, in order to get further advices regarding the details of certain laws and how they applied in the Valley of Thorns. Considering Lilia’s age and experience, she deemed him a reliable source of information on the subject. By the end of the year, she reached out to the school’s staff and decided to be open about her issues and how it would impact her life in the following year. Not certain about her capacity to deal with everything at the same time, she asked for an authorisation to sacrifice her second year. If the request was initially received with a certain reluctance, arguing that dealing with her personal issues as quickly as possible would allow her to concentrate on her studies later on seemed to convince her teachers and the headmaster. 

As a consequence, she was fairly inactive as a student during that second year, busy working at the library and figuring out a way to at least obtain legal emancipation with the help of a counsellor. If the magic way didn’t work, Bianca hoped the legal way would do the trick. And by the end of that second year, it did. It may have brought a debt and a repeat of the year, but Bianca considered it a worthy sacrifice for her peace of mind. 

This is where she is now, as her new second year starts. Sitting in front of a mirror, in her dorm uniform, she adds some subtle touches to a makeup of the dramatic sort, created solely to go with the outfit and meant to signal a turn in her life, an affirmation of who she is as a person. After all, considering how this year’s entrance ceremony went as a non-magic wielding human and a beast caused havoc in the Hall of the Mirror, this year certainly promised to be interesting.

[zeta-jane]

22 and 14 pls

Taken from this ask meme (Open)

22 Jealous and 14 “Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change.” 

Okay so fair warning it gets like, lowkey nsfw. Nothing happens, it fades to black but like… there are thoughts.

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Mika sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for Yuu to get ready.

They tried to go out at least once a week, no matter how busy their work lives got. On a date to a fancy restaurant, going to see a movie, to a museum, always something. When days got hectic, they always made time for each other.

Tonight, they were going out to a bar. Yuu loved to dance, so of course the bar they were going to had good music and people actually danced there instead of standing around awkwardly. It was a lot of fun, and though crowded places weren’t usually Mika’s scene, being there with Yuu always made it a lot more bearable.

Well, he could always do without the countless men and women who tried to flirt with Yuu. Usually Mika just growled at them or gave them the glare of death, and they walked away. Occasionally there were some people who were… bolder, and those who couldn’t exactly take a hint. Those sorts of people made Mika’s blood boil. Whenever anyone looked at Yuu with hungry gazes full of desire, Mika instantly wanted to steal him away and shield him from prying eyes. Only Mika could look at Yuu like that, and only he was allowed to touch and pleasure Yuu like they wanted to. Yuu was his and his alone.

Mika remembered one particular incident when someone had just gone up to Yuu and grabbed his ass, trying to pull Yuu against him. Mika had wanted to cut that man’s hands off for daring to touch Yuu at all, let alone like that. The only reason he hadn’t made that stranger leave the bar as an amputee was because Yuu asked him not to… however, the stranger did leave with a broken nose.

Yuu was far too kind, always wanting Mika to calm down and insisting that things were all an honest misunderstanding. He was too sweet for his own good, wanting to see the best in people… Mika wondered how he ever got so lucky to find a boyfriend as sweet and wonderful as him. Truly, as protective and possessive as Mika could be sometimes, Yuu always knew exactly how to calm him down and make him feel better. After a long day of work, he’d give Mika the most relaxing massages, and at night he would cuddle up so close, fitting perfectly in Mika’s arms. That morning he would wake up with the most adorable bed head and the most peaceful expression… sometimes Mika’s heart felt like it couldn’t contain all his love for Yuu-chan.

But Yuu’s genuine kindness and sweet personality could get him into trouble one day if someone tried to take advantage of him, which was exactly why Mika was so protective. Yuu was just too good, too pure for this world, and Mika wanted to shield him from all the wrongs in the universe.

Mika was broken from his thoughts when he heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Mika? How do I look?” Yuu asked sweetly. Mika turned around, and instantly his jaw dropped.

Yuu looked… fantastic, to say the least, though that word didn’t even begin to describe how good he looked in that moment. His clothes were simple: just a fitted, soft-looking emerald t-shirt which brought out the bright colour of his eyes, making them stand out even more, especially with the subtle eyeliner Yuu had used. On top of that, he had a black leather jacket, showing off the narrow shape of his shoulders and torso, with the fitted shirt under it still hinting at the dip of his waist. His hair was tousled in the sexy sort of way that made it seem as though someone had been running their fingers through it or tugging on it.

Eventually, Mika’s eyes were drawn down to the pants Yuu wore, a pair of skinny jeans with rips in them, fitted perfectly to his strong, slender legs, showing hints of the smooth skin underneath. The way they hugged Yuu’s thighs- the thighs that Mika loved so much to grasp and nibble on to make Yuu cry out, or use as leverage as as he thrusted into Yuu- made Mika’s mouth salivate and his head spin with desire.

Mika’s eyes trailed up just a bit more, and his heart nearly stopped at the sight of the fabric of his jeans perfectly stretched over the swell of Yuu’s ass, practically calling out for Mika to grasp it and claim it as his. Little was left to the imagination, and if Mika were able to think he might’ve wondered how Yuu got into pants so tight. It made Mika want to devour Yuu right then and there.

Mika’s throat felt dry, yet his mouth was watering at the same time as he stood up, his phone forgotten on the couch as he walked over to Yuu.

Mika couldn’t put into words how good Yuu looked… but he looked too good. Possessiveness swelled in Mika’s chest when he realized how much other people would stare. There wouldn’t be a person in that bar who wouldn’t stare at Yuu’s ass, wanting something that was Mika’s. Throughout the night countless people would flirt with Yuu, or touch him and pretend it was just an accident on the dance floor. Mika couldn’t stomach that thought. He needed to mark Yuu up and claim him as his. He needed people to know who Yuu belonged to. Maybe not for tonight, since there was no way Yuu was leaving the house now… but for next time they went out.

“You are not going out like that,” Mika said simply, his eyes dark with lust as he towered over Yuu, looking down into teasing, devious emerald eyes.

“Really?” Yuu asked with an adorable pout. “Hmm… I thought I looked good.”

A growl slipped past Mika’s teeth. Yuu was absolutely right, he did look good, but that was the problem. There was no way he would be able to resist Yuu teasing him all night, and Mika didn’t trust others to resist the call of Mika’s siren either.

“Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change,” Yuu said with a blush blooming across his cheeks.

Mika didn’t answer at first, simply gripping Yuu’s ass and pulling him flush against Mika’s body. When Yuu gasped, Mika leaned down and whispered lowly into his lover’s ear. “Mmm, no, I think we’re staying in tonight. If you think you can get away with looking like that, you’re sadly mistaken.” He nipped the shell of Yuu’s ear, causing his lover to shudder against him. “We can go out tomorrow, but for tonight, you’re mine. Only I get to see you like this.”

Yuu nodded hastily in agreement, and Mika could feel his body heat up under his hands, a whimper slipping past his lips when Mika trailed his lips down to suck a mark into the sensitive spot just below his ear. “H-hahn~ yes, only you,” he agreed.

Mika grinned wolfishly. “Excellent, glad we’re in agreement,” he said, and without another word he hoisted Yuu up so his legs were wrapped around Mika’s waist, carrying his princess off towards their bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

[aoimitsu]

Getting Closer & Stuff

A little follow up to Coffee & Stuff.

Fandom: D.gray-man

Pairing: Yullen

Cross posted on Ao3

There really was something odd about Kanda's coffee order. Allen hated to admit that he cared enough to want to know. But it was the kind of shite that'd keep you up at night after you turned off all lights and sounds. When your brain just switched on and decided to torture you with awakeness. Allen was not proud that Kanda was on his mind, but- "Is there any reason you don't just do thirty pumps at the end?"

"Why the hell would I do that?"

Allen stared at him blankly. "You're joking right? Tell me you're joking."

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"Where the hell have you been?" Kanda's irritated voice filtered into his ear.

"Aw, Kanda. You missed me?" He practically cooed the words, enjoying the way the long haired man's face contorted in different stages of annoyance.

"Who would miss your shit face, and even shitter weak-ass coffee?"

'Tell me how you really feel.' Allen's smile stretched thin with strain as the words flitted through his mind. But he kept silent as it didn't look like Kanda was done with his rant. Though, one could never really tell since everything seemed like a rant with Kanda.

"That idiot was even worse. Couldn't even get my damn order right."

"Johnny is studying sciences, so he probably fixes your orders for your health. Whereas, I'm just trying to get rid of you faster." His smile became more genuine.

"If I need my health checked I'll go to a damn doctor."

Allen set about making the man's order, but he was aware of the steady gaze still on him. He looked up at Kanda before slightly tilting his head to the side in confusion. "What is it?"

"You're not about to disappear again…?"

"Ah. No. I just had to change my schedule last week. You're stuck with me." He spoke as he finished up Kanda's order. Kanda put the money down onto the counter rougher than needed, as his default, and took the coffee. Allen held the cup out of his reach earning a glare. "Look at the cup."

His eyes narrowed a bit more but he looked at the cup when Allen finally handed it over.

-You missed me, arsehole-

When Kanda looked up to meet his gaze, Allen's smile was blinding. Kanda "che'd" and walked away.

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"By the way, you never told me how it was?"

Kanda looked up at Allen who for whatever reason deemed it fit to sit by him as he tried to mind his own damn business. It was still early on in the morning so there was no one really there, aside those who were already leaning over their mugs as if they were crutches, to take the boy's attentions away. So Kanda just chose to glare at him hoping he would take the hint, but he idly wiped at the table as if he wouldn't need to do it again after Kanda left.

He took a sip of his now-edging-toward-warm coffee and finally deemed his unwanted seatmate a response. "What?"

"Your poisonous death."

"Death Wish."

"Semantics. How was it?"

"Hmm."

Allen finally looked up at him. "Huh? Use your words, Kanda. We've practiced this several times now."

As expected he was rewarded with a glare.

Allen tucked the rag into the pocket of his work apron. "You're regressing."

"You're annoying."

Allen threw his hands up into the air in exasperation. "You're robbing me of what little joy I get in the mornings. I thought I would have an exciting video at least to help pass the holidays.

"I don't care that you have no friends to keep your old man self entertained."

Allen looked taken aback. "I do have friends."

Kanda looked up from his coffee before he could take another sip.

Allen frowned at the implications behind the look. "I do have friends."

Kanda spared a glance around the almost empty coffee shop. "Then why the hell are you wasting my time?"

"I was just being friendly." Allen scoffed as he stood up. "Fine. You can sit here in your sad, lonely coffee desperation addiction. I'm going back to work."

"Didn't ask."

Allen rolled his eyes and walked back to the counter. He spared Kanda one last glance before stepping behind his work station. "Prick."

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The next day Allen didn't have Kanda's coffee just waiting for him like he'd grown accustomed to doing. He also didn't make small talk with the socially retarded man. When Kanda had his drink, he went to what was now his usual table.

Allen glared at him the entire time, to the point where he couldn't tell if his eyes were still narrowed or not.

…..Kanda seemed completely oblivious.

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The day after, Kanda walked in and turned back to the door. The sign proclaimed that Coffee & Stuff was officially open for the day, but there was no one behind the counter.

He took a cursory glance around the place and spotted a head of whitish grey seated at his table.

"Oi. Sprout." Kanda walked over in intimidatingly long strides. Allen looked up. And smiled brightly. The older man faltered for such a brief second it was near unnoticeable. "Why the hell aren't you making my coffee?"

Allen's smile stretched a bit thin as he held up two styrofoam mugs that had been sitting on the table beside him.

Kanda sat, and Allen held the mug out to him. He eyed it suspiciously. "What the hell is that?"

Allen looked around the shop. "We're in a coffee shop, Kanda. This is coffee."

Kanda grabbed the mug more roughly than needed. He looked at the boy whose smile once again shone bright.

"I made you another." Allen held up the second mug before sliding it closer to Kanda's side of the table.

"What did you do to it?"

Allen was unfazed. "Half a cup of black coffee with fifteen pumps of pumpkin spice. Topped off with more black and another fifteen pumps of spice."

Kanda's gaze grew even more suspicious while Allen continued to ramble on. "You know Kanda, you should change your order to something that isn't a hazard to biting off one's own tongue. Something sexy like, I made it just the way you like it- Black, no sugars with thirty pumps of spice."

"You spit in it, didn't you."

That got another reaction out of Allen other than what Kanda had deemed his 'creepy' smile. The boy was nonplussed. "Why would I waste something like that?"

"You're wasting my time."

"Kanda. Just drink the damn thing." He took a breath. "I didn't spit in it. Or poison it. Or anything. You'll die eventually without my interference since you put so much of that in your body."

Kanda raised a brow at the mention of poison. He nodded toward the cup on the table. "You drink it."

Allen frowned once more and looked at the cup in distaste. "I don't drink coffee."

"Why the hell are you working in a coffee shop?"

"Money. Bills. I need to eat, Kanda. And we sell more than just coffee. From the sign you can clearly see that there is stuff."

As they continued talking, Kanda took a sip of his coffee without really thinking about it. It wasn't until Allen smiled triumphantly that he realised what he'd done.

"Shit."

Allen pulled out his dust rag and wiped slow, casual circles along the table. "It's okay, Kanda. You won't die. Not yet at least."

He flashed another bright smile at Kanda before getting up from the table and making his way back behind the counter.

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"Kanda, don't you want to know why I'm talking to you?" Because Allen was only a bit perturbed that Kanda wasn't bothered with the glares he'd gotten from the usually sweet boy. But Allen had simply come to terms with the fact that that was who Kanda was. And if he stopped talking to Kanda all together the man would probably be none-the-wiser. And Allen refused to suffer through god-awful five O'clock morning shifts alone after he'd come to be acquainted with the older man.

"No."

"Or why I bought you two coffees instead of one." It'd been some days since but Allen had talked Kanda's ear off with other things and it'd slipped his mind. There was no time like the present.

The older man finally looked up at him, only to glare. "When the hell did you buy me coffee?"

"Well you sure hadn't paid for two." Allen waved and dismissed the issue. "So, take a guess as to why, Kanda."

"Don't you have someone else to make their ears bleed?"

"Well, I'm at work, so...you'll have to do I suppose."

Kanda grimaced at the boy. "You really are a pathetic, friendless sprout."

Allen huffed. "You don't seem to have friends either."

"I don't want friends." Kanda's answer was firm and resolute. Allen didn't doubt him. But there was something about Kanda being the one saying it that didn't sit well with Allen.

"If you must know. I do have friends."

The ever-grumpy man sipped at his coffee seemingly ignoring the other.

"Aren't you going to ask me who?"

"I don't care." He continued to drink his steaming coffee in the minute silence.

"Kanda. You really should work on your conversational skills. Think of what would happen if you don't uphold your end."

Kanda continued drinking. His lips pulled into his default frown, but Allen could tell he was conveying his 'I don't care' euphemisms through his actions. Allen continued as if Kanda hadn't done anything, which in reality he didn't.

"I would be distracted at work, wondering, 'Why didn't Kanda ask me,' and accidentally put way too much espresso in your coffee and then you'd be lying in a hospital bed somewhere until they throw you in an unmarked grave because you never got along with anyone. And I would just think, 'If only Kanda had just answered.'"

Kanda paused, his lips still attached to the rim on the mug, but he wasn't taking in anymore. He moved the coffee away to look at it skeptically, turned to scrutinize Allen's smiling face, before looking back to the mug.

"Now let's try this again. "Aren't you going to ask me who?"

Kanda grumbled, annoyed, but he leant back in his seat and spoke grudgingly. "Who?"

Allen beamed. "Yuu."

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Allen couldn't explain why his body acted the way it did. It just did. And when he sneezed three times in a row, and sniffled for reasons not related to the weather, he knew he was getting sick. He tried vitamins, and going to bed earlier- since he still had to wake up early to make coffee for Kanda and others like him.

But try as he might, it didn't work the way he wanted it.

He still got sick.

He tried to hold out as long as he could. But he still contacted Komui after work the previous day to let him know so that he could have enough time to find a replacement.

Even with his day off, Allen still woke up way too early. He checked his phone and saw that it was five in the morning. He grabbed the phone and just stared at the screen. Kanda would have just stepped into store, making his way over to the counter. He would see that Allen wasn't there- glaring at the new face, probably Johnny, more annoyed than usual since he didn't have his coffee.

He'd demand his coffee, while the person probably looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. They'd make it, and Kanda would grab the mug with more force than necessary- slamming the money down. He'd walk away grumbling.

Allen's phone buzzed in his hands. He looked at the screen as it lit up with a message from Kanda.

Like clockwork.

Prick:   Where the hell are you, sprout!

The name was Kanda's nickname for the week. He liked to cycle through a list depending on how much of a pain Kanda had been during the time.

Allen smiled sending a message of his own before falling back to sleep.

I knew you missed me. :D

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[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Can you write a scenario (angst) where Nishinoya and his fem!s/o have an argument and it ends up in her running out of the house but she gets it by a car. it would be great if you could do oikawa too but dont if its too much work. thank you! xx

I’m just really thirsty for an angsty Nishinoya scenario. Could any of you satisfy my thirst? (This sounds so dirty, I didn’t even mean to omg)

I’m just going to add these two requests!!! Both are asking for Nishinoya angst PLUS an extra Oikawa angst for funsies! I am so beyond happy that you all like my level of angst… Which isn’t actually a level it’s more like an assortment of angsty shit I’ve read and watched lol! I hope you all like what I’ve come up with! Thank you for requesting! - Admin Satori

Nishinoya Yuu:

“______! Check out this awesome bruise I got today from Ryuu’s spike!” Nishinoya bounded up next to you as you walked home from school. You looked over at what he was showing excitedly; the insides of his elbows and forearms were covered in dark purple bruises, and you almost felt sick to your stomach looking at them. But his excitement was out of this world, he looked completely pleased with himself and stood up straight as he walked next to you, he was just barely taller than you, but his hair made up for most of it.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, smacking away his hand when he tried to grab yours, “Yuu, bruises are only cool and awesome and badass to a specific point…. You passed that a long time ago… your bruises look bad, Yuu.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Like… ‘Oh my god, does he get abused by his girlfriend’ bad.” You explained yourself better, glancing over at him when he let out a bark fo a laugh.

“Oh no way! No one thinks that, _____! I promise!” He smiled widely, feeling his body buzzing at your admittance of being his girlfriend. It wasn’t something brand new, you’d admitted it before, you’d talked about dating him on a daily basis to his friends and yours because you knew he liked it. He liked everyone knowing he was going out with you and that you were his first real girlfriend and he’d actually beaten Tanaka to the punch of getting a girl to go out with him. It was a pride thing. A boy thing.

You let out a long sigh, “That’s no the point, Yuu. Not every practice needs your 130% effort…. It’s practice, sweetie, you’re supposed to work on things you have issues on, not rock the whole gym with your mad skillz…. Yo.” You knew he wasn’t taking you seriously, and you knew it was probably because you weren’t taking it too seriously either. He wasn’t going to take your concerns seriously, and you knew that the moment you’d met him.

And it wasn’t because he just didn’t care, but because he knew what his body could and couldn’t handle. He knew his limits, and he’d assured you about it day in and day out that he was doing just fine! But still, it was your job to worry. You’d known him as a kid, and how he was now in high school was a radically different person altogether.

Nishinoya smiled, continuing to brush off your worry, reaching out a bit and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he walked next to you, “But if I don’t give all my effort, how am I going to know if I’ve improved?” He pointed out, not realizing that his logic didn’t really make too much sense to anyone who had a brain. But you sighed as a response and his smile faltered, “A-are….. Are you mad at me, _____?” He asked curiously, sensing tension in the air around the two of you, knowing you’d let out sighs as a way to get out all the steam from the rage boiling inside your very soul. Which is something he liked about you; While he was bouncing off the walls with all this positive energy and radiated so much light, you preferred to keep it bottled and hidden for the most part, only showing who you were to those you deemed worthy…. Like Yin and Yang. Two sides to the same coin.

“No… Yuu… I’m not mad… Just a little worried…” You assured quietly, reading over and pressing your lips to his cheek before you stopped at the crosswalk, “I’ve got to go drop off my friends homework since she missed today… I’ll catch up with you.” You gave him the softest smile you could muster in this trying time before turning towards the crosswalk and making your trek to the other sidewalk as the sign dinged in approval.

Of course, not everything worked perfectly 100% of the time. Not even in Japan.

Suddenly you were thrown into the air, your body coming into contact with something that cracked hard, before tumbling over the roof of something made of metal and falling to the street on the other side. Your head cracked against the asphalt and you lost consciousness. Nishinoya stared from the sidewalk, not believing what he’d just seen, but his body was moving before he could come to terms with it, and suddenly you were being cradled in his arms in the middle of the road. “H-H…. HELP! HELP! Someone! Please!!! Call an ambulance! Please!” Nishinoya’s voice strained to be heard, not because he’d yelled too much that day but because his entire body was in panic mode; his throat was closing in on his volume control and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to yell before he was thrown into coughing fits. “Oh my god…. Please, ____, open your eyes… Look at me… Please wake up. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke, not even realizing he’d started crying until after he saw one of his tears fall on your face and trail down your own cheek.

An annoying beeping sound pierced into your conciseness and you felt your spirit reaching out to try to shut it up, but nothing of your physical form moved to stop the beeping. Nothing moved at all. You could hear voices, hear people’s strained and stressed tones; At one point you could have sworn you heard panicked yelling and arguing. You wanted to tell them to shut up. To let you sleep. You were tired, exhausted.

Then suddenly you were filled with pain, every single nerve in your body imploding in on itself before splattering out in multiple instances of fire and burning ash. It got so bad, it felt so terrible, it stabbed your very soul for so long… You thought there was no end to it. Maybe this would be the rest of your life, just pure pain. Nothing but pain and loud voices - what an awful existence. What a terrible way to live. Were you even living anymore? You didn’t feel like you were. What kind of God would allow you to suffer so long while still alive?

Was this hell?

Finally, the beeping became too much to handle, and your eyes flashed open, your lungs inhaling oxygen as if they’d been suffocated for weeks. You blinked a few times, trying to understand what it was you were looking at, what it was you were feeling pulling at the entirety of your body.

You were in a hospital. A bed. You were the patient. It was dim in your room, the rising sun’s orange rays bathing your hospital room in visual fire. There was someone in the room with you, someone leaning their head on the bed, someone sleeping just a few inches from where you’d been. Without moving too much, knowing there’d only be more pain if you did, you looked over to see a boy. Young. High school. Jet black hair falling on his forehead, a blond streak being the only spot of color in all the black. You briefly wondered if he dyed his hair or if it was just a genetic thing. His expression was a mix of anguish and worry, and you wanted to reach out and stroke his face, wanted to stroke his eyebrows smoothed so he didn’t get any wrinkles. His face was too delicate to have something like worry lines marring it.

But you must have moved too much because suddenly his eyes snapped open, staring up at you before widening and his mouth tugging at the corners into a wide smile.

“______! Oh my God! You’re okay! You’re awake!!” He reached forward and wrapped his arms around you as best he could so as not to pull on or mess up any of the equipment you were hooked up to. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need to me to get a nurse?” He asked, his voice showing his relief at your well being, “Oh thank God.” He sighed, pressing his lips to the side of your head and closing his eyes.

You felt awkward, reaching one hand behind him and patting his back soothingly but mechanically. You cleared your throat and he pulled back from you, his eyebrows furrowing again in confusion at your reaction to his affection - his relieved affection at that. “I’m sorry…. This is terribly embarrassing…” You blushed a bit, looking down at the needle in your arm, keeping you hooked to an IV bag just off to the side. “Um… But… Who are you?”

Nishinoya’s eyes dimmed, his heart breaking in his chest.

This was definitely hell.

Oikawa Tooru:

“Tooru! You need to take it easy! You’re going to end up damaging you knee so much you’ll be in a walker by the time you hit 40!” You pleaded with your stubborn boyfriend, watching as he limped over to the front door, grabbing his coat. The two of you had been at this time and time again, always fighting about his safety, his health, his knee. You’d been there for his accident, when his knee had connected so hard with the polished wood during a game you could hear his bones clack together above all the noise of the gym. The doctors deemed it a career ender, something he’d never be able to play with anymore, but Oikawa was…. well, he was Oikawa. Stubborn as hell.

“I’m fine, _____-chan! Nothing a little icy hot won’t fix.” He assured, brushing off your concern once again. You huffed and walked over to stand just behind him, and you could see his shoulders set firmly, He was ready to fight you on this again. Again. And he would continue to fight you on the subject, no matter how stupid he was being or how repetitive it got. “Seriously, _____-chan, you don’t have to worry about me so much~. I’m fine.” He tried to assure you again, but the serious look in your eye gave him chills. “Come on, Iwa-chan is waiting for us with Makki and Mattsun!” While Oikawa was many things, a sweet talker being one of the many skills he possessed, he’d never been able to completely convince you to let go of a subject.

Your hands clenched by your sides, “Tooru.. Seriously…. You only get two knees… One’s already busted really bad and the other… You’re putting too much pressure on your legs by walking around while wounded…” But he only pulled his coat and scarf closer to his neck and chin before walking out of the house in front of you. “Tooru!” You yelled, surprised he’d just ignore you like that and take off without you. You quickly pulled on your shoes and jacket before rushing after him, grabbing his coat and tugging him to a stop, “Why aren’t you letting me help you? That’s all I’m asking of you, Tooru…. Just let me help you. You let everyone lean on you for everything - for games, for support and foundation, for guidance… And as annoying as you are, everything you do is greatly appreciated by those who receive that help…. But that leaves you wide open for your own faults and misleadings…” You tugged his jacket again, “Tooru… Just let me be your support. Let me help you. Lean on me.”

Oikawa froze, his eyes staring ahead of him at the sidewalk on the other side of the road, wanting so badly to just run away from the situation. He rarely let down his guard, rarely pulled down his walls for you to see him as he truly was. But somehow you always found your way in regardless if he was willing or not. You were there. Through everything. From the moment he found out his knee was going to be ruined forever, to now when he’s feeling the ebbing pain of that same knee coursing through his bones. He knew you were right, and he wanted so badly to lean on you for support. But he was scared. Oikawa Tooru, the grand king of Seijoh was nothing more than a scared baby.

Taking a deep breath, Oikawa allowed himself to nod, looking down at his shoes in shame for wanting to run away so easily. He bit his bottom lip and turned his body to be able to see you a bit more clearly, hoping you didn’t see the way tears were starting to brew in his light brown eyes. You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. You’d never wanted to hurt him, never wanted to make him cry, but you had to be rough with him to show him his ways, to show him that he wasn’t alone. Just like in his games, he wasn’t alone off the court. You reached up and stroked his cheek gently, “Don’t cry, Tooru…. I’m here…” You smiled gently, leaning on your toes before kissing a tear away from the corner of his eye before it was able to trail down his cheek.

He sniffled, reaching up and wiping his tears away furiously, “Aw, _____-chan~, you think I was crying? There’s no way~ I’d ever cry in public~.” His voice broke a bit and you giggled at the way his eyes widened just the tiniest in embarrassment. He cleared his throat a bit rougher than usual and took your hand in his, pulling you towards the walkway between the sidewalks of the road, “Come now, _____-chan~ we can grab a knee brace for me before meeting with our wonderful friends!” He reached up again and rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve, his focus being on trying to look good in public… and not on the road he was crossing.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’d reached out and pushed Oikawa out of the way, just barely catching a glimpse of him falling before your body collided with a car running the light you were crossing at. The front bumper hit your legs first, causing your body to crumple into the windshield of the car, creating a spiders web of shattered glass before you were flying over the roof of the car and landing on the hard, wet asphalt of the street. You laid there, barely finding any strength to keep your eyes open, not even being able to feel your body - your mind was shielding you from that pain, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or if you should be panicking at the fact. But you didn’t have much time to think about it before your vision was obscured by soft chestnut hair.

Oikawa was there, his hands shaking as they hovered over your limp body, he leaned his head down to just barely rest against your chest, trying to find a heartbeat. It was there, but it was very faint, weak. He cupped your face in his hands, “______!______! Can you hear me? Please… Oh god…. Please be…. Look at me, _____… Can you see me?” He called to you, the panic in his voice was clearly evident, and the sound of his voice was actually lost to you. There was a deafening ringing in your ears, but you could just make out that he was calling your name, over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer. Oikawa looked up from your fading existence, “Someone! Anyone! Please! Call 911!! Call an ambulance!” He begged, seeing a few people already on the phone with the authorities. The driver of the car had, thankfully, stopped, and was just to the right of Oikawa, waiting to see if he’d be charged with vehicular manslaughter.

He was babbling now, and you just stared at him blankly, almost completely forgetting you’d been hit by a car not but a few second ago. You felt numb, like you weren’t even in your body anymore; Almost as if the force of the car hitting you had caused your spirit to be forcefully removed from your body.

“No…. No! ______! Don’t close your eyes! Look at me! Wake up!” You could feel more than hear Oikawa’s sobs, the jagged breaths felt like something was constricting your chest, his tears falling on your face felt like something was stabbing into your very soul over and over again. Closing your eyes hadn’t been your choice, it’d just happened, and suddenly you weren’t there in the moment anymore.

You didn’t know where you were. There was nothing. Pitch black. In this darkness, you didn’t even have a body, or maybe you did but it was just too dark to see. You felt like you were wandering, as best as you could feel in this void of silence; You were looking for something, something to end this maddening darkness. But there wasn’t anything to look for. Just the void. Never ending. Unforgiving. Unyielding in it’s torment on your mind. You couldn’t remember how you’d gotten there. Couldn’t even remember if there was anything to remember before this. Maybe this is just how your life had been. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. A void. Nothing but the void.

You stopped searching. You stopped looking. Instead…. You allowed the void to envelope you, and pull you further into it’s recesses of complete emptiness.

The feeling of falling caused Oikawa to jump out of his shallow slumber, and he looked around the room quickly before seeing Iwaizumi in the doorway. He looked exhausted. But Oikawa looked worse. He knew.

“…. it’s been…. 4 weeks… Hajime…” Oikawa croaked out, staring at your limp body in the hospital bed, hooked up to all these machines to keep you alive, to breathe for you, to make your heart continue to beat. He sniffled, reaching up and rubbing at the ghost tears, he hadn’t been able to actually cry in 2 weeks - he barely had enough water in his system to pee every day let alone allow himself to produce tears. “Wha…. What if she doesn’t wake up? What am I going to do?” Hesitantly, Oikawa reached out and took your too cold hand in his own, trying to warm it back to a comforting temperature but soon realizing he wouldn’t be able to; his own blood had started to run cold the moment the doctor informed him of your condition.

Iwaizumi felt a knot in his throat, something restraining him from telling his best friend the bad news. Not wanting to break the man even more than he already was. He looked down at the linoleum floor of the hospital room, “I…. I don’t know… Tooru…” He finally got out, taking a deep breath, gathering his strength before he was actually able to look at you. Well, what was once you. “Tooru… Um…” He cleared his throat, and looked away from your hospital bed, looked away from his best friends hopeless love. “T-The doctor told me… What he’d told you… About…. Pulling the plu-“

“NO!” Oikawa yelled, not even looking at Iwaizumi, not daring to take his eyes off your ‘sleeping’ face. “No… Please…. They can’t…. I won’t let them…” He sniffled, his voice becoming thin as his throat closed at the thought of losing you forever. “She’s going to be okay… She’s going to wake up, and she’s going to be alright.” Oikawa sobbed out, feeling his already broken heart shattering even further into tinier pieces than before. “Please… Don’t take her from me…. I love her… I believe in miracles, and if there is a God….. He’d see how much I need her in my life, how much I love her…. How I can’t function without her here with me….” His hands held your one tighter, like he was holding onto a lifeline on the brink of drowning, “Please…. Come back to me, ______.”

[rayraywrites]

Title: When you put your arms around me

Fandom: Daiya no Ace | Diamond no Ace | Ace of Diamond 

Pairing: Yuki Tetsuya x Takigawa Chris Yuu x Isashiki Jun

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1976

Gift for: @whythehandbasket ​

Collab Partner: @daiyanerd ​ (art link)

AO3

Summary:

It rains too much sometimes, and singing is just an easy way to pass the time.

Even if you didn’t intend to sing.

He stood under the awning, staring out at the field as rain poured down. His face was splattered with droplets of rain that had splashed in his direction, yet he had done nothing to stop it. He sighed softly at the wasted day ahead, knowing that even with indoor practice, there still wouldn’t be enough done that day. His eyes tracked a particular raindrop that got caught on the edge of the building, almost struggling to be free and fall down.

Involuntarily, his hand moved to catch the raindrop, ignoring how the rest of his palm and wrist were quickly soaked with rain. He continued staring out at the rain, completely lost in thought, so much so that when a hand landed gently on the small of his back he couldn’t suppress the small jump. Turning his head he saw Jun’s concerned face and just chuckled softly.

“I’m fine Jun, don’t worry.” He fully rotated a gentle smile on his lips. The furrow between his brows slowly disappeared as he watched Jun scowl before stomping away.

Growling lowly, Jun continued speaking. “Then if you’re done baka, come inside would you? Chris wanted to speak to you about your fielding.”

He swiftly walked over to Jun, who had unknowingly paused to wait for him. He didn’t say much as he entered the room, just walking over towards Chris and sat beside him. He could feel Jun sitting close to them, pulling a smile from his lips when he felt Jun’s thigh press into his back. Spying Miyuki walking into the room, Tetsu seriously lifted the shogi piece in his hand.

“Miyuki, shogi?” He could see the hesitance in Miyuki’s body, but Tetsu just pushed on, moving the piece in the air as if it was on the board. Just as he thought that maybe Miyuki would play with him, Tetsu noticed the door open quickly and internally sighed when Sawamura and the other two first years walked in. He had nothing against the loud pitcher, but that did mean Miyuki wouldn’t be willing to play with him. Feeling a hand sneak into his own, Tetsu smiled a little, squeezing back. He could see that Chris was consumed in his conversation with Kanemaru but even then Chris was aware about Tetsu and Jun.

At some point he focussed back on the conversation between Miyuki and Sawamura. Tetsu had to hold back the laugh bubbling in his chest when he heard Miyuki continuously teasing Sawamura. How those two weren’t together yet baffled him, but from Jun’s extensive shoujo collection apparently this kind of relationship was a prelude to a close and beautiful relationship.

Didn’t stop him from meddling sometimes with Chris and Jun though.

Sawamura looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel, and even though Kominato junior was trying to hold him back, when Miyuki finally said, “well I don’t think I want to hear your singing. I mean, I’ve heard you shouting all too much,” Sawamura finally exploded. Nearly frothing at the mouth, something which Tetsu found strangely fascinating as Jun could do that sometimes as well when really angered, the southpaw replied.

“BAKAYUKI! I could almost definitely out sing you any day. If I do, then you have to catch for me all of tomorrow!” At that declaration, Furuya suddenly perked up, his aura all fired up. Tetsu watched amused as Furuya quickly rushed over to the pair and declare his absolute intent to win. Quickly, in order to prevent his teammate from taking much more of Miyuki’s attention, Sawamura rushed up to Chris and spoke loudly, and unsurprisingly quite formally. Bowing deeply, Sawamura spoke, while Tetsu watched the surprise and uncomfort on Chris’ face melt away to reveal exasperated fondness.

“Master, would you do us the honour of judging our singing?”

Tetsuya could see the hesitancy in Chris’ face, but he was interested to see how the event would turn out and spoke swiftly, “Chris, you should do it. It would be a good team bonding experience.” His aura flared slightly, always wanting to see the betterment of the team. He heard Jun try not to laugh, and felt a slight smile stretch across his face once more.

Someone in the room suggested karaoke, and Kuramochi, who had yet to stop cackling about the idea quickly leapt onto the plan suggesting the cafeteria. “The cafeteria has pretty good speakers. We could do it in there, plus it’s larger so more people could fit.”

They all quickly trooped out of the room, some running through the rain before they got wet. Tetsu stayed back, walking between Chris and Jun. When they had stood up from the ground, Tetsu and Chris had been forced to let go, but as they were at the back of the group, he quickly grabbed Chris’ hand and tugged on the back of Jun’s sweater.

He could see them glance around to make sure no one was looking, but he didn’t really care. He knew the benefit of keeping their relationship on the down low, but he just wanted to be around his boys more. Pulling them into a tight hug, Tetsu breathed in their comforting scents before letting go. The bright red flush on Jun’s face adorably countered his deep scowl, while Chris just smiled gently, though his face was just a bit more pink than before.

Crossing his arms, Jun growled, “what did you do that for baka! What if some—” Tetsu smiled and shrugged, “I wanted to. That’s all.” He walked away, still holding Chris’ hand, therefore pulling him as well but leaving a blushing Jun behind.

As they walked inside the cafeteria, he could see that everyone else had moved the tables around and connected someone’s phone to the speakers. Settling down into one of the chairs, Tetsu quickly got comfortable, waiting to hear everyone’s singing. This wasn’t the first time that Karaoke night had happened, but not since his own first year.

He watched as Sawamura stomped up to the front of the room, shouting about how his singing would be the best. Truthfully, Tetsuya was expecting Sawamura to be very good at singing, especially considering how many times he’d seen the boy mouthing along with music while running. And in fact, he wasn’t wrong when Sawamura began singing quietly, before his voice crescendoed into a gorgeous peak.

                                                            “And I… will always love you”                                                                “I… will always love you”                                                                          “You, ooh”

Tetsu felt the goosebumps crawling up his arm, eliciting a shiver down his back. His voice was beautiful, and powerful yet there was something childish about it that made it all the more unique. Truthfully, if he had to say, Sawamura’s voice very strongly reminded him of Chris’ in first year. That strong timbre coupled with a young voice that still cracked slightly. Glancing over at Jun, he could see the same recognition in him as well. Squeezing Chris’ hand gently, he smiled at his boys, happy to be with them.

Looking at Miyuki, he could see the awestruck look in the catcher’s face, pulling a slight chuckle from his lips. Maybe they wouldn’t have to meddle with this couple. But the smirks on all three of their faces said there would still be some meddling to occur.

The burst of applause that resounded in the room after Sawamura was done singing seemed to shock the pitcher who quickly turned bright red but grinned brightly. Bashful Sawamura quickly disappeared however to shout at Furuya, “Your turn now! Beat that!” Everyone ignored as Sawamura surreptitiously wiped his tears away.

Furuya and Kominato junior walked towards the front, though Kominato’s face turned quite red when everyone’s eyes were on them, though he seemed to relax when Sawamura began to shout how Furuya was cheating. Ryou’s karate chop quickly shut him up.

They both stood beside each other, Furuya’s eyes nearly shut as if he was asleep in the bullpen. Kominato began singing, his voice soft like Sawamura’s before, but when Furuya joined in, no one could deny that their voices melded together beautifully.

                                                            “Now I’ve had the time of my life                                                              No, I never felt like this before                                                                  Yes I swear it’s the truth                                                                   And I owe it’all to you”

                                                            “Cause I’ve had the time of my life                                                                    And I owe it all to you”

Tetsuya wasn’t surprised they sounded well together, though he wasn’t expecting this kind of song from them. And judging from Ryou’s tight smile, it wasn’t something he was happy about. He clapped for the beautifully sung performance, before laughing when he saw Miyuki and Kuramochi.

Apparently they had somehow found fedoras and sunglasses for their performance. Clearly their song was going to be a little less meaningful than the previous two. When the first beats of their chosen song came on, Tetsu couldn’t help but shake his head at their choice. This really was the best song for them.

                                                            “I’m too hot (hot damn)                                                          Am I bad ‘bout that money                                                                  Break it down”                                                                          …                                                “Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you                                                 ‘Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you                                                   Saturday night and we’re in the spot                                                 Don’t believe me, just watch (Come on)”

The whole song got the team dancing in their seats, laughing as they sang along to the widely popular song. He knew that his decision to pass the team onto Miyuki and Kuramochi wasn’t a wrong one. They knew the team.

As the night wore on, more people sang, surprising many with the quite decent singing skills on the team. However, no one seemed to match up to the power or passion of Sawamura’s beginning song. And what a surprise that was, he seemed to always pull the attention to himself. As he looked around the room, he felt a little nervous when he realized that almost everyone had sang except him, Chris and Jun. And considering the knowing grin on Ryou’s face, that wasn’t because of Tetsu’s choice.

And indeed, Ryousuke clearly had a hand in them being the last to sing, as he spoke with a teasing lilt to his voice, “Clearly, Sawamura is the winner, as astonishing as that is. However, I think the reigning singing champions at Seidou should be the ones to finish the night off?” No one else in the room seemed to understand what Ryousuke meant, but the dawning comprehension in Chris and Jun’s face mirrored his own.

Technically, they had won the karaoke night in first year, but only because the other first year refused to sing after them. Now Ryou wanted to pull them into this again? Crossing his arms, he spoke in his captain voice. “Ryousuke, twenty extra laps tomorrow,” but the devious smirk never left Ryou’s face, even as he nodded in acquiescence.

Standing up, he glanced down at Chris and Jun, who sighed, or in Jun’s case, growled, but inevitably stood up. Walking to the front of the room, he waited as Chris chose the music.

Hearing the doowop beats coming from the speaker, Tetsu smiled softly, recognizing one of his favourite songs to sing. Jun looked just as happy, considering it was their first song they had attempted together.

“Woah, oh, oh For the longest time Woah, oh, oh For the longest”

“If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I’m so inspired by you

That hasn’t happened for the longest time” “Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That’s where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven’t been there for the longest time”

The stunned faces of the first and second years was worth it, but it was the fun he had, holding Jun and Chris’ shoulders as they sung that truly made the evening. Rain wasn’t that bad sometimes.

Notes

Tetsu, Jun and Chris: Billy Joel | The Longest Time Sawamura: Whitney Houston | I will always love you) Furuya/Haruichi: Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes | The time of my life Miyuki/Kuramochi: Bruno Mars & Mark Ronson | Uptown Funk

[itschrissenpai]

Teach Me How To Love

Rating: T Characters: Miyuki Kazuya, Takigawa Chris Pairings: ChrisMiyu (mentions of past MiyuSawa) Summary: When Miyuki wakes up after a night full of strange dreams, he soon realizes that his world has changed - and that instead of hands, he suddenly had... paws. -- (aka that story where Miyuki suddenly turns into a cat and has to find a way to turn back into his human self with the help of a very special person).

A/N:  Happy ChrisMiyu Day to everyone! It’s 11:59pm here and ChrisMiyu Day is almost over, but I wanted to share something as well. This is for all the ChrisMiyu shippers out there, especially the ones who’ve been sharing ChrisMiyu stuff. You’re amazing and I hope you’ll keep up the good work! ♥

Chapter 1

Miyuki was never the one with high hopes, always feeling like life had its personal vendetta against him. He didn't know when he stopped counting how often it left him standing in the rain - of course without an umbrella or at least some decent shoes -, so this was almost pleasant, this peacefully looking snow that wouldn't soak him this quickly.

But it's cold. So damn the snow.

There were exactly 157 bricks plastering the street, 12 of them somehow damaged over the years of usage, another 21 somehow cut to fit into the arrangement. This was the 25th time he counted them, somehow trying to waste some time as if it would get him out of this, turn him back into his normal self, so that he could try to forget that this ever happened.

This... situation.

Shivering a little, because his fur could only do so much to keep him warm, he moved his paws a little, staring onto those bricks while trying not to pass out from the cold. He wouldn't be surprised if there were icicles on his tiny body, glistering in between the deep brown fur - and if he wasn't so damn cold, he would've made a joke or two about it.  

How exactly did this even happen?

Yesterday when he went to sleep, things were alright. He was perfectly fine - well, aside from the fact that he had a nasty break-up -, with a job he could definitely live a wealthy life with and a more than decent place to live. Granted, there was still room for more - there always was -, but he wasn't someone to ask for much in the first place.

But this...

Why?

'Your heart is filled with emptiness. But there's hope. Learn to accept the love you have to give and you'll be set free.'

That's what the voice from his dream had said before he woke up. As a cat. At first it seemed like a dream inside a dream (he heard about these things, though it never happened to him) but once he fell off the kitchen table and landed on his paws just to prove that this wasn't real, Miyuki realized that this wasn't a mere dream.

This was - in fact - reality.

Meaning that he was a cat. Trapped in his own apartment.

Of course he panicked and tried to somehow get out - and it turned out to be easier than expected since he seemed to have forgotten to close the window inside the bathroom. Thinking back it must've been a pretty stupid idea but it's not like a cat could carry some keys or money.

So there he was. In the snowing cold, freezing, alone and absolutely miserable. And he couldn't even call someone or ask for help (he couldn't even talk to other cats; apparently being a cat didn't mean being able to talk the cat-language).

Which basically meant he was fucked. Pretty much. He'd probably die here sooner or later if he didn't start moving to somewhere warmer.

And no one would even find out. Well, not that anyone would care much anyway.

But where was he supposed to go? Most people weren't necessarily welcoming to stray cats and before he reached this back alley, he did have several encounters with... let's say people who weren't too happy with his presence.

Just like it used to be when he was still human.

There were steps echoing through the alley and Miyuki unconsciously set back his ears, eyes not moving from the floor that began to get covered by the snow. Hopefully someone who'd just pass by, not make any stupid comment about him or even try to scare him away.

He wanted to sigh, but the freezing air would hurt in his lungs just before a pair of shoes came into his field of vision. Didn't look like the most expensive ones, but decent at least. Definitely waterproof. He held his breath for a short moment as the stranger was supposed to walk past him, but the shoes stopped moving just in front of him and Miyuki almost closed his eyes.

Guess I should get ready to run, he thought and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come.

But instead of a voice or even some sort of brutal force threatening to harm him, he felt something soft and warm around his body. It was red. A red scarf.

Miyuki almost mewled in resistance when he lost the ground beneath his paws but remained silent as soon as he realized he was in the arms of a person. He looked up, slowly, cautiously, still not trusting any of this (perhaps that guy would just drop him again), only to meet golden eyes.

There were no words spoken on their following way and Miyuki wondered where this guy would take him. Definitely not to a warm place because why would he? He'd probably carry him somewhere where he wouldn't bother anyone with his mere presence.

He brought him to what Miyuki thought was his place; because the sign at the door read the name Takigawa.

It wasn't really a big place. There was a small kitchenette in the living room, barely offering space for a stove, a microwave, a small fridge and a washing machine. Everything looked well-used but still functional.

The green couch at the other side of the room was worn out - and according to the blankets and pillows on it the place the guy slept on. Didn't look very comfortable though.

"I'm sorry. I haven't cleaned up. I wasn't really expecting anyone." That soft voice shock him out of his thoughts, eyes wandering up to the guy that still held him.

'No worries. I actually wasn't expecting to be picked up', Miyuki said - or rather wanted to - but everything that came out of his mouth was a short meow. Right. He couldn't talk human either anymore. But at least he could understand him.

There was a chuckle that made Miyuki forget about his situation for just a few moments. "You're a talkative one, aren't you?"

Actually no, he wasn't.

He was put down onto a nearby chair before he felt his fur and his paws gently getting dried with a towel. The stranger seemed so careful that Miyuki could actually start feeling his limbs again through a tingling.

There was another meow, this time as some sort of thanks, before he was onto the couch, sitting there and staring up to the other. As strange as it sounded to him, this guy had a calming aura, as if to reassure him that things would somehow work out.

Miyuki wasn't used to it and it made him feel a little uneasy too. It's not like this guy would help him out of his troublesome situation. It's not like that guy could help him out of this, right?

One day turned into four and Miyuki found out a few things about the stranger: First, his name was Takigawa Chris Yuu and apparently, he had family from an English speaking country (he guessed America, because he had overheard Takigawa talking about New York City to someone over the phone). He didn't seem much American aside from his name though - if he even was.

Second, Takigawa was a hard worker. The day he had taken Miyuki in (although he never made the impression of forcing him to stay - if anything, Takigawa had offered him to leave and Miyuki was tempted to leave through that door, but something had held him back; perhaps the cold and wet weather outside or the fact that he got pretty decent food), he had been working on something until early morning, only to be out of the house somewhen between 7 and 8 in the morning.

Miyuki wasn't sure which sort of work he had, even after days of watching and mentally taking notes. Perhaps a teacher. He looked like he was working with people.

Third - and most importantly - Takigawa was everything Miyuki wasn't: He was caring and gentle, always seemed so peaceful and calm despite probably spending most of his day with his work although it only made him able to afford a little place like this. Still, he never seemed unhappy with it. If anything, Miyuki dared to say that he was even feeling lucky to be able to do what he was doing.

When Takigawa decided to go to sleep, Miyuki never dared to sleep on the couch too, despite knowing that it wouldn't be an issue for the other. Even in a cat's body, his mind was still a human one, so sleeping in the same bed as someone else - especially a guy - was just weird for him. Takigawa still offered him a pillow, despite only having two small ones for himself. Miyuki couldn't decline though since talking was still no option. So he sort of took it (meaning he accepted it as some sort of place to sleep), figuring it was better than sleeping on the cool floor.

Still, Miyuki had to learn that even someone as good as Takigawa had his burdens to carry too; although he seemed to be the type to keep it to himself (just like Miyuki, perhaps they had similarities after all), he wasn't fooled by how the other was sitting up on the couch, staring into the night with an expression that seemed... sad.

Miyuki only ever got to see that expression on Sawamura's face when he had pushed him away over and over again; in the end he had broken all ties to him because he knew he wasn't good for him and he'd never be the right person for him. Not to mention that he just didn't feel the same for him after barely a year of being together.

Sawamura was just like Takigawa. Just too good for this world.