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Rain (Dirk x gn!Reader)

Summary: Just a cute little one shot of Dirk and a gn reader centered around the monsoon season :)

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It was raining again. It had been raining for the past week with almost no break, which was unusual for your desert home. Granted, your neighborhood was a good 30-minute drive from the rest of the city in a more mountainous part of town with no street lights and full of hicks, so your house usually got more rain than the rest of town.

You inherited this property from your parents, your siblings had all moved out of state and had lives of their own, so they were content with you taking care of the house.

You had always liked the rain, given you were raised in a city with very little of it to start with. The smell of the creosote bushes and the sound of the water droplets hitting the desert floor calmed you.

To keep yourself company, aside from the tortoises that you inherited alongside the house (they weren’t very, uh, social) and your two cats, you adopted an Australian Shepard named Strawberry. Kitty and Karma were skeptical at first, but came around eventually.

Right now though, you were sitting on your back patio drinking a cup of warm tea by your propane fireplace. It was nice to finally relax from your day at work. Strawberry was curled up at your feet, too afraid to go out into the yard because of the rain.

Your favorite pair of brothers were supposed to fly in from their Texas apartment next week. As much as you loved the rain, you really hoped the storm system would pass by then.

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timaeusTestified Today at 7:27 PM

What are you doing rn?

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:28 PM

why don’t you ever change your server nickname

i’m on the back porch

why

timaeusTestified Today at 7:28 PM

So you’re home

Good

Can you open up, it’s fucking raining out here.

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:29 PM

hat

You and Dave are here???

Fucking

Hold on

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You rushed to open the front door, not really caring what his response was because you already knew.

You stared at the two blonds on the covered front porch in absolute disbelief. They were both drenched like they walked over in the rain, which they probably did. Rideshare services only ever went to the end of the paved road, which completely misses your house as your street was just dirt and loose gravel.

“.....What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dave slapped the back of his brother’s head, knocking his triangle shades askew (“Dude!”). The exhaustion and exasperation were clear in his voice as he pointlessly asked Dirk if he remembered to tell you their flight was changed. Obviously, he did not.

“Roxy had to change our flight to an earlier one, and this one-” he glared at his brother pointedly- “was supposed to text you about it.”

The rain had started to pick up just as you ushered the brothers into your house. Strawberry didn’t bark at them, luckily, but because she was still only 3 years old she was excitedly jumping and sniffing around.

“Fuckin idiots, you should’ve called me to pick you up, I’ve been home for hours!” you grumble quietly while trying to push Strawberry away.

Dirk sheepishly while adjusting his sunglasses to sit correctly on the bridge of his nose, “Sorry, (Y/n)...”

“Never mind that, both of you need to go take warm showers. Now.”

“Yes ma’am!”

You stared blankly as they ran off in different directions. They had both stayed over enough that they might as well have lived here before you did, so they knew their way around.

The younger two Striders’ parents were never around because of work, and their older twin brothers (both were only ever addressed as ‘Bro’ so even now as an adult, you had no idea what their names were) were horrible at guardianship. When they were 8 and 10, their brothers finally got legal guardianship over them and promptly moved to your city for college. The boys became quick friends with you at school and would stay the night a lot before they moved back to Texas at the end of the 8th-grade year.

But enough back story, that isn’t what you’re here for.

Seeing as your boys were taking their sweet ass time in the shower (probably using up all of your favorite soaps, to be honest), and you hadn’t eaten since you got home many hours ago, you got started making a simple chicken noodle soup.

It was suiting since the dry air mixed with rain for the past week just made everyone cold. Especially since your house was solely tile, apart from the occasional accent rug in some of the (rather large) rooms.

Once the vegetables and chicken were done, you added the broth to the pot and turned the heat down. Satisfied with how it was going, you turned your attention to their half-open luggage still sitting in the entryway.

You set their things into each of your guest bedrooms for them- who are you kidding, these were their bedrooms; They both decorated them as they saw fit after the 5th consecutive month-long fly-out to visit you. There was no such thing as a guest bedroom in this house. Unless you decided to convert your office space back into a bedroom, and you really didn’t want to do that. Both rooms were furnished with a full-size bed, a desk with a complete setup, a 50-inch wall-mounted TV, and whatever else the two decided they needed in their rooms.

Dirk and Dave returned to the open living space from their much-needed showers to see you curled up on the couch under a blanket eating your soup and watching something on the TV.

You took notice of them, of course, sending them off to get their soup before they joined you.

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Everyone had long since bid each other goodnight, and yet at nearly 2 in the morning, you sat up in bed abruptly, scaring off your cats who lifted their heads in surprise at your movement. You would usually be found asleep by now, but for some reason, you just couldn’t tonight. Not even the gentle pitter-patter of the rain droplets on your windows could lull you to sleep.

This is what I get for forgetting to buy another bottle of melatonin, you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself out of bed to go brew a cup of chamomile tea.

You just set your cast iron teapot on the stove to heat the water when a phone flashlight nearly blinded you. The owner of said light moved it towards the floor once they noticed you squinting at the brightness.

“Sorry... again,” Dirk chuckled. “What are you doing up?”

His iconic triangle shades were left on his bedside table, leaving you to stare into his bright orange eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to make some tea,” you stated. “What are you doing up Mr. I couldn’t sleep the entire 2-hour plane ride? If anything, you should be, like, in a coma right now.”

You and Dirk broke the beat of silence with hushed chuckles.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. He looked at the ceiling with a smile, thinking about it. “I guess I was just so excited to come back and it hasn’t worn off just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the teapot off the stove after examining the water with your phone flashlight. You put your teabag in to brew, as Dirk just stared at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t place. Content maybe? He did always say that this house felt more like a home to him than quite literally anywhere else he’d lived throughout his life.

Yeah. Content. It couldn’t be anything other than that, you thought to yourself bitterly as well as sadly.

You had no idea when it happened, or how, but you knew that you had been in love with the orange-eyed blond for some time now. Trying to distance yourself from these feelings only made you feel like shit, like you were keeping a secret from your childhood friend, but you could never gather up the courage to confess to him either. Once again, this is because he was your best friend.

“The rain is still going, huh?” Dirk spoke up, bringing yourself out of your thoughts.

You looked out the window on the backdoor, listening and watching as the rain poured down. It was barely noticeable from where you stood, but you could tell that the wash running through your backyard was flowing.

“It’s been like this all week, Dirk,” you smiled. “Did you even read any of my messages?”

He only hummed in response, accompanied by a quite obvious rolling of his eyes.

“So...”

“So...?”

“Um-” Hello? Dirk Strider never in his life started with an um. Is he nervous- “You can totally say no, but... can I.... hang out in your room tonight?”

Pink dusted itself over his freckled cheeks and his eyes started darting around nervously. He was looking anywhere but at you. You stifled a giggle as best as you could (he still heard it and by god, her laugh is gorgeous) before telling him you didn’t see a problem with it.

Your LED lights illuminated the room when you turned them on before you lowered their brightness to a soft glow.

“You can sleep in here, too, if you want,” you said when he noticeably jumped at the sound of thunder reverberating through the house.

“Thanks...”

It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the two of you drifted off to sleep. Half awake, Dirk pulled you close to his chest and tucked your head under his chin as you lay under the covers. Unknowingly, you snuggled into his warm embrace (seriously, he was like a human space heater).

It all felt so natural to him, like he’d been doing it forever.

He absentmindedly feathered a kiss to the crown of your head before he drifted off to sleep himself.

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Waking up in Dirk’s arms and the smell of his cologne was a frightening (for 2 seconds while you gathered your bearings) then pleasant experience. It almost pained you to pull yourself out of bed, but given that it was just past 11 am and you had a sleep schedule to keep for work, you had to. You gently removed Dirk’s arms from around your torso and got ready for the day.

You knew that the Striders had planned to be your roomies for a month, and given that your house was beginning to dwindle on supplies you should probably go to the store for groceries. You made a quick list of what you needed to buy before heading out - not without a note stuck on the fridge, of course.

Just as you closed the garage, Dirk woke up to an empty bed. He laid there for a good 20 minutes trying to fight off waking up so he could go back to dreaming, but alas, the morning called.

Dave also staved off his brother’s sleep by making an absolute racket in the kitchen a few feet outside your bedroom door, but I digress.

“G’mornin’....” he groggily stumbled into the kitchen. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Shoppin’, if the rain doesn’ make traffic too bad I’d guess she’ll be home pretty soon.”

Kitty circled around Dirk’s legs, rubbing against him and meowing.

“I jus’ fed her and Karma, fuckin’ whore,” Dave said in irritation. Since Dirk knew his brother loved cats, especially these two, he knew there wasn’t any actual malice behind his words.

“Aha!” Dave shouted in glee, almost startling Dirk off his chair at the island. “I finally found where (Y/n) hid the Life!”

Dave made bowls for the two of them and began pestering his brother about being in your room.

“I knew you had a crush on her but I never took you for a snooper,” he teased.

“I wasn’ snoopin’, asshat. (Y/n) let me sleep in their bed last night since we both couldn’t sleep, and the thunder got bad.”

“And yet I slep’ like a baby.”

“Yeah, well, I got attacked by the fridge full of swords more than you did.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot who never learned not to open the fridge.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Dave looked at his brother seriously all of a sudden, his teasing laughter ceasing near immediately. Dirk glanced back at him in surprise.

“What?”

“When are you goin’ to tell them?”

“I-” Dirk was interrupted by the sound of the garage opening, and your car pulling in. He glanced at the garage door for a moment before answering his brother.

“Soon. I think.”

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That evening, Dave convinced the two of you to have a movie night. Halfway through whatever it was you were watching (Dave picked, it was some indie movie his boyfriend liked), you could feel yourself beginning to feel sleepy. Dirk took notice of you starting to nod off and let you rest your head in his lap; he started to absentmindedly play with your hair, which only made you fall asleep faster.

Not that you could see it, but Dirk was smiling softly with pink dusting his cheeks once more. A few minutes of playing with your hair later, he too began to feel tired. He adjusted the position you were in to where he could lay back on the couch with you held firmly to his chest, your legs tangled together.

By the end of the movie, you and Dirk had fallen asleep cuddling on the couch (Dave was really the only one watching it anyway, so it wasn’t like it was hard not to).

It was late into the night by the time you woke up, still snuggled into Dirk’s chest. Dave had long since turned off the TV and gone to his room to video call Karkat. It was just the two of you.

You inhaled heavily, before gently untangling yourself from the blond’s grasp after a few minutes of soaking in the moment. Your hunger pains trumped cuddling with the man you were deeply in love with.

You had decided to just make dinner for the three of you. The storm started up again as soon as the food was almost ready. You looked out the windows to the back porch, watching the torrent of rainfall onto the desert landscape of your backyard. It was really coming down hard now.

Dirk finally sat up from his spot on the couch to look over at you, unknown to you. He stared at you, completely enamored just at the sight of your bedhead and tired eyes gazing out the window at the rain.

You caught his gaze when you turned around to grab serving dishes from a cabinet.

“Good Morning sleepy head,” you smiled. “Dinner is ready, could you go let Dave know?”

Dirk swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly tasting like cotton. Should I..?

“Dirk?”

“Can I... talk to you?” The orange-eyed blond flicked his uncovered eyes from you around the room, nervousness practically oozing from his awkwardly stood form against the back of the couch.

“Talk to you...?” you mumbled. “Sure, I’ll, uh, grab my shoes and we’ll go outside.”

Dirk took the lead walking out back. He led you down the stone pathway from the porch and to the gazebo. Why did he want to walk out there when it was raining (well, sprinkling now, desert storms die down quickly), you had no clue.

“What’s up?” You asked. “You seem... weird. Is something wrong?”

Quietly, Dirk lit the oil lamp on the table under the gazebo. Raindrops made a soft pitter-patter, then dribbled down the steel roof.

“I- this is probably a bit blunt, but I wanted to confess to you,” he once again flicked his eyes around.

....

“What did you want to confess?”

You could feel your own nervousness start to bubble up. You tried to observe the man in front of you, wanting an answer from his body language for your question. You took note of the raindrops in his spiked, blond hair, and how the light from the oil lamp made his gorgeous orange eyes shine like neon signs in the dark of the rainy night.

He was gorgeous, meaning he was way out of your league, and in no way meant ‘confess to you’ as in ‘I am in love with you’.

Right? Right!?

“I know you know what I meant, (Y/n),” he deadpanned.

You swallowed the spit that accrued in your long moment of thinking, still nervous.

“You.. You love me?”

“I... Yeah, I love you, (Y/n).”

There were no more words that needed to be said. The two of you simply gave each other a look that confirmed the thoughts both of you had. The feeling was mutual. For years, the two of you had been pinning for each other, and finally, one of you had said something.

Dirk moved to put his hands on your waist, his lips barely brushing past yours. “Will you give me the honor of being yours?” He whispered.

An absolute blushing mess, you whispered back, “Only if you’ll let me be yours.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

And so, the two of you kissed under the palely lit gazebo in the soft desert rain.

#dirk strider x reader #homestuck #out of character #very much so #gn y/n

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sebbywrites · 1 year

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Another Countdown (10th Doctor x reader (Feat. Donna Noble))

Summary: The Doctor takes you and Donna for a spa day, but things take a turn for the worse.

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3:00. 2:59. 2:58. 2:5-

Looking down at the flashing numbers was enough to send you into a panic as you pumped your legs as hard as you possibly could.

“I should’ve- fucking hell!” You jumped over a support beam that had fallen in all the chaos. I really should’ve prepared for this kind of thing. Knowing him this was kind of inevitable...

5 hours before all of this bullshit started, the doctor had planned to take you and Donna on a vacation to alleviate some of the stress that had overtaken the lives of you three. Obviously, that didn’t go as planned.

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You let out an exasperated groan, draping yourself across one of the seats in the TARDIS’ control room. The Doctor paid you no mind, but you didn't miss the small smile that came across his features. Donna was nowhere to be seen, either, and you could only hope she would because you desperately needed help annoying the shit out of the man fiddling with the console.

Maybe it would make him turn on vacation mode faster.

You let out another loud groan, this time throwing your head back to give your act a little ‘umph’. This went on for another minute before The Doctor finally threw down his sonic and turned to your draping form in annoyance.

“I already explained that we need to make a few preparations before we leave, that means I need to tinker with the console for a minute more, (Y/n), stop with the groaning.”

“Oh we’re groaning now, are we?” Donna commented when she finally decided to show up in the console room.

You sat up, beaming up at the red-haired woman. She was your partner in crime and had been since you joined up with her and The Doctor.

“Donna!” you greeted her warmly. “Yes, I’m groaning because he won’t stop fiddling with the TARDIS to take us on that spa day he promised.”

She hummed at your explanation and dropped into the seat next to you.

“Can I join? I’ve been wanting a spa day for quite a while.” You giddily nodded before sharing a devious look with her, followed by obnoxious groans coming from both of you.

Utterly and absolutely done with you two, the Doctor slammed the small hinge door shut and started shouting.

“Fine! I hope your bags are packed because we’re going on a spa day trip!” With no warning he started pulling levers and pushing buttons, sending the TARDIS into a shaking and whirring frenzy.

“Oh fuck,” you yelped being thrown from your seat. Donna landed not a second after right into your back, pushing the air from your lungs as you struggled to push her off of you.

Once the shaking and whirring ceased, the Doctor peaked his head over the side of the console. “There, now will you please leave me be for an hour more so I can fix this?”

“Of course! Thanks, Doctor!” you and Donna chorused happily.

The two of you rushed to your rooms to grab a bag of spa day supplies, and then headed out into the new planet to explore. Not before pestering the poor man for another 30 minutes, of course.

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You know, it’s a good thing that the Zausk are humanoids, the only difference being that they have much sharper teeth than humans do. Otherwise, you might look extremely suspicious.

“Uhh, this doesn’t look like a spa to me, Donna.”

“You know, you might be right about that.”

The two of you carried nothing on you but your phones, but you had changed clothes to more leisure wear-type articles. You both looked severely out of place.

So much for not looking suspicious... you thought to yourself.

You started pointing back towards the TARDIS, your brows furrowed in confusion and fear, “I think- I think we should head back and get the doctor, d-”

“I agree,” someone spoke.

It wasn’t Donna. In fact, the two of you froze at the voice behind you and the sound of a weapon charging up. Slowly, the two of you started to raise your hands and turn around to look at the new voice’s owner.

Behind you was a group of what looked to be soldiers, each having a different color-tinted skin tone, and all had different weapons raised and charging up to shoot you.

“Shit.”

You and Donna shared a look, nervousness apparent in both of your gazes. Holding your phone firmly behind your back, you pressed the home button several times; this would send a signal to the TARDIS and by extension, The Doctor.

We are so screwed. Spa planet my fucking ass.

The Zausk soldiers detained Donna and yourself. They dragged you into a separate room and began questioning you. Every piece of the conversation was being transmitted to The Doctor, who had already started preparing a half-baked plan to rescue you two.

The Zausk welcomed him in with open arms through the help of his handy psychic paper giving him the credentials of an actual doctor being transferred from another outpost. He immediately questioned where his trainees were, aka you and Donna.

“Trainees? We had no word that the transfer would have trainees on board.”

“It was a last-minute decision, and they were quite unaware that this base no longer had a functional spa. They are very hard to manage, but I’ll give them a good talking to once I find them,” Doctor reasoned with a guard.

“Of course, Dr. Smith. I’ll inform control right away,” the guard replied. Not a moment later, they informed him where the two of you were being held.

“Would you like an escort?”

“No need, I’ll find my way eventually, thank you.”

It wasn’t hard to find the questioning rooms, and as soon as he ripped open the door to yours with Donna in tow, he began shouting at the guard that held a very electrified knife to your throat.

“Doctor!”

“Cadet,” he hissed.

You visibly recoiled, but slipped right into acting. He would never talk to you or Donna like that, not seriously.

“Sir, I apologize for running off-”

“Save that talk for later, I’ll give you a more appropriate punishment when we return to the transfer ship to collect my things,” he replied coolly. Turning to your interrogator, he apologized for you and Donna and explained that you were wiley cadets he’d been tasked with training.

“I see,” the interrogator said, replacing their knife into its sheath on their belt. “You best keep them on a tighter leash, Doctor. I would hate for something to happen to them.”

The Doctor grit his teeth, as he watched as you were released. “Of course, thank you for the advice.”

In the privacy of a storage room, tucked away far in the back behind some large crates full of who knows what, the doctor started ripping into the two of you for not immediately coming back to the TARDIS at even the slightest sign of danger.

He didn’t back down until you both explained the true series of events, which gave you absolutely no indication that you could’ve come back without detection in the first place.

Once he had calmed down, he started formulating a plan to take down the Zausk base, as they were a well-known enemy of both Time Lords and Voins in the time period he managed to warp you to. The Zausk were the bad guys, as it turns out (shocker, I know). While he was rummaging through the contents of the crates in your immediate area, a Voin on an undercover mission appeared and agreed to help you three take down the base.

After another hour had passed, the Voin - Dean Storm - and the Doctor managed to create a bomb for each of you. Your bomb was going down to the fourth level of the base, where a lot of very illegal and very explosive weaponry was being stored.

Of course on your way to the spot you were instructed to place the bomb, you tripped over a loose wire and dropped it. This set off the 3-minute timer, and with no ‘abort’ button, you had no choice but to book it and hope you made it out alive.

3:00. 2:59. 2:58. 2:57-

You hoped that Donna and The Doctor would come down in the TARDIS to save you from being blown up, but there was also a chance they wouldn’t make it. Or maybe they wouldn’t know that you’d set off the timer without the remote.

At 1 minute and 17 seconds, you finally set the bomb down before running toward the elevator.

56. Your throat was dry.

53. Your legs were on fucking fire, and you felt like you might drop right then and there.

49. You collapsed in the hallway after tripping on a piece of machinery.

45. You laid there heaving and gasping for air. You couldn’t move anymore. You could barely breathe.

28. You started laughing in your panic. You threw an arm over your eyes in a feeble attempt to soak up your tears with your sleeve.

You thought to yourself, I’m going to die.

18. You thought to yourself, I’m going to fucking blow up and never get the chance to tell him I love him. I guess that’s less pain for both of us, though.

13. This fucking blows- HA! Literally!

9. You uncovered your eyes for a moment to get a glimpse at what exactly it was you were trying to blow up in the first place. Get a glimpse of what you were about to die for.

8. As you looked through bleary eyes at the alien machines capable of killing whole planets, you suddenly heard a noise.

7. You tried to sit up; it took a second of struggling and ragged breathing, but you managed. Was that the TARDIS?

6. “(Y/n)! (Y/n), where are you!?”

5. You tried to shout back but your vocal cords failed you. All that came out was a hoarse whisper.

4. You closed your eyes and laid back down. The tears came streaming down your face more harshly than before. You hoped they would just leave you here and get themselves out safe.

3. You felt someone scoop up your tired form hurriedly, then began running in an unknown direction.

2. Your savior tripped back into the TARDIS, throwing you from their arms. You hit your head pretty well on the grated floor of the console room and promptly passed out.

1. You were alive. The TARDIS whirred as she took you away from the base.

KABOOM!

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You didn’t expect to wake up in your room in the TARDIS, but you were happy to look at the familiar walls. Holding your throbbing head, you stumbled out to the console room where the Doctor and Donna were having a hushed conversation.

Your ears were still ringing from banging your head on the floor, so you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Probably something about the close call. You would assume anyway.

And you were right, partly. In fact, Donna was whisper-yelling at the man because as soon as the two of you made it inside the TARDIS, he had a mental breakdown about almost losing you. After getting you to your room with Donna’s help, he opened up to her (well, she really forced him to come out with it) about how he loved you, and was thinking about leaving you back on Earth so you wouldn’t be hurt again.

Which is stupid. And Donna voiced that out to him, too.

“(Y/n)!” Donna exclaimed. The Doctor whipped his body around to look at you in shock. “You should be resting-”

Donna cut herself off when The Doctor quickly ran over to embrace you. With a smirk and a small shake of her head, she slinked away. She knew how this was going to go. This was the last close call anyone wanted to take with you, but no one more so than The Doctor.

“Doctor-”

“I thought I lost you,” he said, cutting you off.

He gently cupped your face in his hands, and his eyes scanned over your form for any visible injuries they may have missed when they put you in your room. You lifted a hand to cup over his.

“You saved me though, I’m still here,” you quickly replied. Then you chuckled, “Although, I was only in danger because I was clumsy.”

“You still could have died. What if we hadn’t gotten to you in time? What then?”

“Then I would’ve died! So what? We were doing something good, right!?” you stepped back and took in a large breath. “Sorry for shouting, but-”

“But nothing! You would be dead and I- I couldn’t live with myself if you died.”

You inhaled sharply with wide eyes at his sudden confession. The man before you suddenly looked so- so broken. It broke your heart.

“Doctor, I didn’t me-”

“I love you, (Y/n). If you had died because I took us to the wrong place once again(!) I would rather have died myself.”

You gaped at him, unsure of what to say in response. You wanted to tell him I love you too but the words got caught in your throat. He took your silence as rejection and started speaking before you could gather yourself again.

“Look, I’ll take you back to Earth, and we’ll never have to speak again, I just-”

While he started rambling, you gently cupped his cheeks. In a moment of desperation, you brought your lips to his in a soft, but much-needed kiss. Fireworks went off in your mind.

Yeah, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily, Spaceman, you thought.

The Doctor gave you a smile and rested his forehead against yours, placing his hands on your sides to pull you closer (after his moment of shock, of course).

Then he pulled you in for another kiss, as if to say, I know.

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Bonus!

“You two going to ‘get it on’ now?”

“Donna!” You and The Doctor yelled in embarrassment.

#doctor who x reader #10th doctor x reader #hurt/comfort #one shot

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sebbywrites · 1 year

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Training Camp Shenanigans (Nekoma & reader)

Summary: As a former club volleyball player, the reader is a great manager for the Nekoma boys team. She's just one to get into trouble when she isn't being so serious...

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(Y/n) (L/n). A third year now at Nekoma High School. You played Volleyball the entirety of your junior high years, and had a massive love for it; you even played for the High School girls' volleyball team in your first year.

That is until you had broken your arm on a vacation over break to visit your family in America. It had taken a lot longer to heal because you still tried to practice with it broken, which your doctor yelled at you about. You were just lucky it was your non-dominant arm.

So here you were, at a volleyball training camp, not playing. The reason being that while your bones had healed, you were still “baby guarding” your once broken arm, and trying to build back your muscle and strength in it. That ultimately made you quit playing competitive volleyball for the girls' team, which they understood, but were still sad to see you quit.

Starting the second half of your second year, you began managing the Boys' volleyball team. Coach Nekomata was also keen on letting you give them tips, from one player to another.

Although your experiences differed greatly, you were an excellent player when it came to volleyball.

That and the boys on the team absolutely adored you.

Right now, they are doing a penalty lap of “penguins” (as you call them) after losing a match to Fukurodani. In a kenma-like fashion, you pulled out your phone and began playing Bejeweled.

All too soon, your phone disappeared from your hands. You looked up to glare at the culprit, That’s my focus game, asshole!

“Haaah? What are you, 70 years old?”

“If your penguins are over with, a call out would’ve worked just fine,” you hissed. You tried to snatch your phone out of the taller boy’s hand, but he countered, holding it high above your head.

You glared, “I swear, Kuroo, I’m coming for your kneecaps..”

“Eh?”

Kuroo stared at you blankly, and you took the opportunity to jump up and take your phone out of his loosened grip.

Sometimes he forgets how good of an athlete you are, formerly or not.

“Come on, the next match is about to start.”

“R-right...”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were now refilling the water bottles for the team, humming a random tune. The last match of the day was still going, but you also knew that all of the teams would start their free practice after a short break, and you would have to go help out making dinner.

Then again, you could probably get out of it because you were terrible in the kitchen. Given that it was day one of the week-long training camp, you could probably be banned from the kitchen for the rest of the training camp.

You grimaced at the thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

You jumped, almost dropping the water bottle in your hands. You turned your head to see Yaku looking at you with a small smile on his face.

You laughed, “Ahaha, nothing much, just how I have to finish filling the water bottles and go help out with dinner.”

Immediately, Yaku started freaking out given your history with cooking.

From the doorway to the gym, Lev stared at the two of you yelling at each other.

“Uhh...”

Kuroo and Bokuto were chatting just behind Lev, the former taking notice of the first year’s lack of movement.

“Oi! Lev, if you have time to stand around then you can start working on your spikes!”

The platinum blond jumped. “Right!”

He took a moment to turn and ask Kuroo what was happening between Yaku and their short-ass manager.

Kuroo’s eyebrow twitched, while Bokuto started laughing his ass off at the two of you outside the gym.

“...I don’t know.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After somehow setting the rice cooker on fire Kiyoko-san and Mako-san immediately banned you from cooking for the rest of the week. They didn’t even want you to do the dishes.

While you expected this, it still hurt your feelings.

Dejected, you started walking towards the gyms to let everyone know that dinner would be ready in about an hour.

“Oya?”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima turned their attention away from their practice as you dejectedly entered the gym.

“Chibi-chan!”

Bokuto excitedly ran up to you and started chattering away. He left you absolutely no room to talk, making enough noise for everyone present.

“A-ah, Bokuto...”

Akaashi sighed, walking up with Kuroo to shut up their owl-like friend.

“Sorry, (Y/n)-chan,” Akaashi said.

You laughed, now pulled out of your mood for getting kicked out of the kitchen. “It’s ok Akaashi-kun, I know how he is.”

“I know.”

Kuroo bent down (almost uncomfortably since he was a foot taller than you) to wrap an arm around your shoulder as you deadpanned. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, giving you a bad feeling.

“Oya oya, (Y/n)~” Uh oh. “Why don’t you help us teach this baby bird with blocking?”

Of course, he asked that... you thought with a twitch of your brow.

You sighed heavily, “I was only supposed to come let you guys know you have another hour before dinner is ready.”

“You got kicked out of the kitchen didn’t you?”

You froze. “Ho- Why would you think that???” you started laughing nervously.

“You can’t cook for shit, (Y/n), we all expected this,” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Yeah...”

“So...” His signature smirk made its way back to his face as he geared up to ask you again. “Help us teach him how to block? Spike some balls for us?”

After thinking about it for a moment with a pout on your face, you gave in. “Fine, I’ll spike for you guys.”

“HEY HE-!”

“But only if you agree to stop making fun of me for playing Bejeweled.”

Now it was Kuroo’s turn to be shocked, slightly pulling away from your much shorter form. “You’re still mad about that!?”

He regained his composure as Bokuto and even Tsukishima laughed at you two.

“Fine, but I still don’t get why you play a game for old people.”

You scowled, then swiped your leg back to push in his knees harshly.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You figured something like this would happen, so you brought your volleyball gear with you to the training camp.

After you agreed to help the boys in the third gym out, you did still have to go inform everyone else about dinner. Afterward, you changed and headed back to the gym.

There were still 45 minutes left until dinner should be ready once you found your way back to the third gym.

Some of the other school’s players noticed you walking past the gyms again in your volleyball gear, shoes in hand. A certain duo took special notice and went to Daichi for answers.

“Huh? Ah you mean the Nekoma manager?”

“Is that who she is!?” Hinata asked excitedly.

“Y-yeah,” Daichi replied. “She was one of the regulars for the girls' team up until last spring.”

“So cool!”

“Regular?” Kageyama inquired. “Then why is she their manager now? Shouldn’t she be playing for the girls' team?”

“Ah, well, from what I heard she had an injury that made her switch gears. However, a friend of mine from Tokyo said that she was well on her way to becoming the ace of the Nekoma girls' team.”

“No way...!”

As you stepped back into the third gym, putting on your beloved volleyball shoes and then beginning your warmup, you also watched the two idiots and Akaashi giving a quick lecture to Tsukishima.

“Ah! Welcome back Chibi-chan!”

“I’m all warmed up now, so whenever you want to get to the play I’m ready,” you replied with a smile.

Kuroo asked Akaashi to go set for you on the other side of the net, while he, Bokuto, and Tsukishima would try to block.

You threw up the ball toward the second-year setter, then ran up for the hit.

You had complete focus on the ball, and the three very tall boys on the other side of the net.

What none of them knew, was that for the past few weeks, you gathered up your friends from the girls' team and had them help you practice. You were still a bit unpolished in your movements after not playing seriously for such a long time, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment.

The cold, serious look on your face as you spiked the ball with such power scared even Kuroo, who was very used to playing with you during practices. He’d never seen such a look on your face.

It unnerved him.

Nonetheless, he had set the timing for the block almost perfectly. Unfortunately, you aimed directly for glasses’ slightly spread-out arms.

Your spike went directly between his arms like a hot knife through butter.

It was exhilarating.

Tsukishima stared at the ball falling behind him in shock. He was absolutely sure you had no chance of going between his arms like you did, or through any of the three for that matter.

“Aghhh, I should’ve expected that from (Y/n),” Kuroo commented. “Well, if that’s how she’s going to play, it looks like we might have to match her energy.”

The rooster-haired boy grinned with a determined look in his eye.

“Alright Tsukishima, let’s do it again,” the blond glanced at Kuroo as they set up their block again. “Remember, though, more experienced spikers like (Y/n) here will look for even the slightest hesitation, or the smallest opening in your stance and position. It’s important to keep that in mind.”

“R-right...”

“I’m going againnn!” you called out.

“Oonnne, two!”

Needless to say, the 5 of you came back after dinner to continue practicing (although Tsuki was dragged back against his will).

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was day 3 of the training camp when Kuroo and Yaku came to both you and Coach Nekomata with a special request.

“E-eh!? Why do you want me to join in on the practice? I should be taking notes a-and getting the waters and-”

“Well,” Yaku began, “We know you’re still a really good player, (N/n)-chan.”

“And, we know you still need some practice yourself,” Kuroo added.

You scowled. “Kindly fuck off, Tetsuro.”

“(L/n).”

“Sorry, Coach.”

The old man looked back at his two third-year players, “I’ll allow it.” You and the boys smiled excitedly. “But, let me talk it over with the other coaches first. While they may or may not know how good of a player she is, this is still a training camp for the boys' teams, so they might be against it anyway.”

You three deflated visibly but understood where the coach was coming from.

This training camp isn’t for me as a player, so I don’t really understand why they would ask...

You looked down at your hands.

It can’t be helped... I quit on my own. It’s no one’s fault or responsibility but mine that I haven’t played in any matches.

“-/n)? (Y/n)-chan?” Yaku called to you with a softness in his voice.

He had immediately picked up on your change in mood at the shutdown of the request from him and Kuroo. The latter had also picked up on it, seeing as he had been a close friend of yours since your junior high days.

He knew just how painful it was for you to not play, it’s why he convinced the Coaches to let you in on practice rather than just take notes for the team from the sidelines.

Nekomata hadn’t ever seen you play until the first time you joined in on practice for 3 on 3 matches on a trial run. Kuroo’s lame excuse was that since you were a player yourself as well as their manager, you would have a better time gauging their strengths and weaknesses if you witnessed them firsthand in a match. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, as it certainly did help you gauge their abilities better, but it was still an idiotic excuse.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nekomata gathered the team together in front of the bench. Their two-hour lunch break had just ended, starting the practice matches back up.

You had yet to make your appearance back at the gym. No one knew why just yet, but a certain third-year duo had an inkling.

They were correct of course.

Just as Nekomata finished his little speech with the team and sent them off to warm up, you entered the gym in full volleyball attire.

“You see, our manager was a star player on our school’s girl team. She’s just as tenacious as those boys are, but I think it may also be a good learning opportunity for all of the teams.” Nekomata explained to the other coaches.

“Huh?”

“I get that she was a player before, but...”

Keishen and Takeda shared a look with one another before the former spoke up.

“We’d like to go along with it.” Ukai looked around the cafeteria to the players and other managers. “It’s a bit unorthodox, but because she’s a third year, and from what I’ve seen of her games-” Nekomata gave the young coach a look of surprise at that comment- “Nekoma’s manager is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Is that so...” Shinzen’s coach said.

Nekomata pulled you aside as you were refilling the water bottles a while before the practice matches were to start back up.

“I talked to the other coaches about your request.”

“Chibi-chan is playing!?” Bokuto practically screamed.

Akaashi looked up from their team circle in surprise, as did many other players around the gym, including the resident God-like quick duo.

You tried to act nonchalant about it, but it was starting to be really hard not to focus on all the eyes on you courtesy of the other boys in the gym.

Yaku grinned in delight. Kuroo gave his signature grin. Kenma looked a bit surprised at your small frame in volleyball gear, but quickly returned to save his game before starting warm-ups. Even Yamamoto had started crying.

“ACK!” Lev scooped you up into his arms and squeezed you as he cheered.

“L-Le-Lev!”

“OI!” Yaku quickly kicked the back of the first-year’s knees, allowing you to breathe again. Once you were accounted for as safe from Lev, Yaku began berating the first year for quote-unquote “ALMOST KILLING OUR POOR MANAGER” .

You and many others sweat dropped at the two.

“Uhh, Yaku? We need to warm up now...” you gently patted his shoulder.

You were nervous since the Nekoma boys were the only boys you’ve ever played against, but as soon as you had begun the first match of the afternoon all of your fears melted away.

Once you were rotated into the match against Fukurodani, switching out with Kuroo, you gave a signal behind your back to tell the team the play you wanted to use.

You know every single one of their strengths, weaknesses, and plays. You and the Coaches had come up with a large majority of them together, and you studied each player like you were going to have a pop quiz on the team at any given moment. Not to mention you practiced with them literally all the time.

Bokuto and Akaashi knew you were good, but during the first set, they greatly underestimated just how good you had gotten since the last time they joined Nekoma in a practice match (which was only a few months, but you had also been putting in a lot of work to get back up to your previous level and then some).

You guys didn’t win the match against the Owls, but it left a mark on their psyche at how close it had ended.

Scary... they Fukurodani players thought to themselves.

“What’s your analysis on the players, (L/n)?” Coach asked after your penalties.

You used a towel to wipe some sweat off your face, staring into the ground blankly.

“...They’re good,” you said. “But we can also be better. The next time we go against them, I think whenever Bokuto is on the court we need to give him more kill blocks than soft blocks. We gave him way too many soft blocks this time around, myself included.”

“You heard her,” Coach clapped. “Shut down more of #4’s spikes next time, but if you do find the need to intentionally get a one-touch, I advise you to do that as well. Sometimes it can’t be helped, to be honest...”

Nekomata grinned, seeing that Karasuno just got their asses handed to them by Ubugawa. They just started on their dive-receive penalties.

“We’re against Karasuno next,” Kenma mumbled.

“That’s right! Lev and (L/n)-senpai were gone for our practice match against them, and those two haven’t shown their ‘weird quick’ yet in front of her,” Inuoka commented.

“Weird quick...?” you inquired.

Kuroo and Kenma started talking about it.

“It’s fuckin fast.”

“It’s Shouyo and Kageyama’s extremely fast quick attack.”

You put a hand to your chin, thinking about something.

The team left you to think, getting into position.

You and Yaku, the last ones to leave the team huddle, started talking strategy for the next match, although Yaku assured you this should be an easy one to win; they were all out of sync and still trying to perfect their new quick attack with Hinata’s eyes open now. Their star players were pretty shitty right now, you had to admit.

You also knew though, that the second they got their shit together your team would be in an uphill battle.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was the last day of the training camp. You were excited to finally head home soon, but you would certainly miss seeing your new friends.

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo and Kenma introduced you properly to some of the players from Karasuno.

Kuroo had to admit though that he was jealous at the instant click between you and Sugawara, though; it almost made him regret introducing the two of you. This is because while you were a pretty serious person in and out of games, you were an absolute menace to society. Daichi felt the same about Sugawara, just he was exceptionally polite and kind to mask his menace personality (for the most part).

And because it was the last day, Suga and yourself roped some others into participating in a prank war.

It started with you replacing Suga’s water for soy sauce in the middle of a game when no one was looking, as retaliation for him putting a shit ton of curry powder in your curry and you had to, uh, retire for the rest of the night. However, what you didn’t know was that you managed to put it in Daichi’s water bottle instead because you were panicking about getting caught by Suga, Kiyoko, or their Coaches.

Daichi thought it was Tanaka and Nishinoya that replaced his water, who in turn thought it had to have been someone like Yamamoto, who thought it was Lev, and so on and so forth. The only people who suspected you of the ‘crime’ were Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku; they had known you the longest and knew about your... habits. They also knew what had happened with your dinner the previous night, and had the suspicion that you wanted payback.

Things didn’t get any easier at the celebratory lunch, either. You somehow acquired water balloons and got Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Inuoka, and a couple of others from the other teams to join you in wreaking havoc.

“Ahhh, youth,” Nekomata said at the sight of the large group of high schoolers screaming their heads off while getting absolutely pummeled by the small group of idiots with water balloons.

Keishin Ukai stared at the sight in both horror and shock.

“(Y/NNNNN) (LLL/NNNNN)!”

You froze at the sound of an irritated Kuroo. Yaku was close behind the tall rooster-head, equally if not more irritated. You slowly and mechanically turned to make eye contact with them.

Uh oh.

“Hey, hey....” Kuroo drawled.

“Tet-Testu I didn’t-”

He and Yaku started sizing you up and you prepared to run for your life.

“(Y/n)....” Yaku muttered when they were within a short distance of you. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” You screamed as your favorite fellow third years started chasing you, both soaking wet and attempting to beat your ass like irritated parents.

“I’M SORRYYYYYYY! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GET WET IT WAS A JOKE! I SWEEEEAAAAARRRRRR!”

“YOU AREN’T ESCAPING THIS ONE, GET BACK HERE!”

Some had paused their war to look at you getting chased by the Nekoma captain and libero. They watched as you got violently tackled at the top of the hill and then came rolling back down.

Daichi had already corralled his evildoers and was in the middle of scolding them. He paused to smile at the antics before going back into his Dad Mode™ and continuing to yell at his teammates.

“Right.... Youth....” Ukai spit out.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma x reader #manager reader #volleyball player reader #platonic relationship

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