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#I need to teach myself not to simp for anything anymore
nickeverdeen · 11 months
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Hello! Can I request a romantic matchup for The Hunger Games, MCU and Arcane? Sorry about the other thing I could have sworn that I had sent one in, anyway thank you for doing these matchups they're very fun :D 
Name: Sophie Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: bisexual (female preference) MBTI: ISTP-T Zodiac: Virgo sun, Cancer rising, Sagittarius moon Love Languages: physical touch and quality time - Slytherin
Appearance: finally 5'0 (and probably won't grow anymore 😭), straight and long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, wasian, slim build, clear glasses (I'm really blind), always in socks 🫶
Personality: quiet most of the time, awkward, kind, patient, a little judgemental, I'd consider myself as smart, not very outgoing and prefers to stay at home, reserved, loyal, generally happy, very talkative at times, calm, black cat, a little stubborn, can and will hold grudges, sarcastic, easily amused, secretly a hopeless romantic
Likes: cats, video games (Minecraft, Terraria, Slime Rancher), films and tv shows, reading, writing, listening to music (favourite songs at the moment are: Wolf - Boy Epic, Setting Sun - Lord Huron, Not Prepared For You - Diane Warren + Lauren Jauregui, Broken Hearted Love Song - The Shoe), cuddles/physical touch in general, playing netball
Dislikes: strawberry yogurt, fish, bugs that can fly, anything to do with horror 🤺, being the centre of attention, people who are overly nice, those who swear every other word
Extra: I usually find myself being attracted to those who are headstrong and confident
Have a lovely day!
Your Hunger Games match is…
Katniss Everdeen
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Katniss isn’t really into physical touch
At least not in public, when you’re alone she’d cuddle with you at night
Offers you that she’ll make you a braid
She doesn’t really mind you being awkward or judgemental
Values your kindness and patience
Katniss would be slightly sad by the fact that you wouldn’t want to go hunt or out with her in general
But she also understands you
Two black cats couple
Katniss being also stubborn there would be some tension sometimes between you two
It isn’t really seeable, but she likes your “hopeless romantic” behaivor
Comes to you whenever she’s upset or needs comfort in general or any kind of advice
You’re her comfort person
Likes to see you play netball, but doesn’t want to learn it
Slight teasing about the fact that you hate flies or flying bugs
Gets them outside for you
Katniss isn’t fan of horrors either so no worries, she won’t watch any horror movies with you or anything
She had enough horror in the games
I checked and she never in any of her movies or books cussed
So no worries she won’t cuss and she isn’t overly nice
Oh yeah she is headstrong, but not so confident
Your MCU match is…
Kate Bishop
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Kate loves physical touch and will cuddle you whenever she can
In public it’s mainly hand holding and hugs
Maybe kisses on cheek
Like a kid asks if she can try your glasses on
She rambles all the time so no worries, the room won’t be quiet even if you are
Kate is really awkward in most situations
Simp for you
Rambles all about you to Clint and even Lucky
She is also a slightly hopeless romantic
Has access to any game that requires payment so you won’t have to pay
Buys Spotify premium
She is rich so no worries about her waisting money
Will listen with you to your music
No guarantees that she will exactly like your music taste though
She is really glad that you’re so kind and loyal
Whenever you get sarcastic she’ll turn it into humoress jokes from her side
Or at least she thinks they are funny
Tries to play netball with you, but sje just can’t
Teaches you how to shoot with bow and arrows if you’re up for it
Doesn’t force you, though
Kate doesn’t really get why you don’t like straberry yogurt
Will ask why you don’t
Scared as hell of horrors and scary things in general
Will try to shoot the flying bug with her bow and arrows
Please stop her from doing that
Kate Bishop is confident that’s for sure
Your Arcane match is…
Vi
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She is very touch-starved so she does long for a physical touch even in public
Despite not being tall herself she’d tease you about your height
Flirting 24/7
Really apprichates you being loyal, kind and patient with her
You get sarcastic? She’s sarcastic back
Respects the fact that you prefer to stay home than go out
Vi knows that you’re smarter than her, but she won’t admit it
Also you might be smarter, but not more cunning than her… it just ain’t possible
Teases you about you being a hopeless romantic, but she likes it
Definetly plays video games with you whenever she can
Vi is very competetive so if you have any game where players are against each other, she’ll definetly play
She will try and listen to your music, but again, she might not like it
Cuddles are always welcomed
Like I said, she really likes physical touch, so cuddles are just perfect
Will learn how to play netball just to play with you
Vi isn’t much of a reader, but would like it if you’d tell her what the book was about
She isn’t really into strawberry yogurt herself
Teasing you about you not liking anything that flies
She doesn’t really mind horrors, but if she’d see that you don’t like them, she wouldn’t put them on ever again
She will try to stop cussing in front of you
Unsuccessfully
But she’s trying okay?
Vi is usually the centre of attention so no worries, you probably won’t be unless you’d want to
Oh yeah, she’s headstrong and confident for sure
Protective girlfriend
Drags you into any kind of trouble she gets in just so you could drag her out
Teaches you self-defence so she’d know that you can defend yourself when she isn’t there
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chifuyuzu · 3 years
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leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.
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word count — 1.3k.
genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.
contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.
description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.
author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.
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“it’s late.”
you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.
“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.
you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.
you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.
“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.
“crazy for you.”
“corny.”
“you love me.”
a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—
“marry me.”
… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.
“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”
“is that a no?”
“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.
“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”
“try again later. when you’re really ready.”
the gag is, he is ready.
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manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.
he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.
“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”
“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”
a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”
“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”
“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”
“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”
“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.
“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”
“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.
but the living must live.
“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”
manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.
“listen—”
“do you think i’m stupid?”
“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”
he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.
“how do you think i should do it?”
“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”
“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.
i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”
draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.
“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”
the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.
he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.
“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”
manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.
“... how do i tell y/n that?”
“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.
“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’
“i was waiting for you.” 
he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.
“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”
you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”
now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.
without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’
“yes?”
“yes, i’ll marry you.”
manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”
“forevermore.”
“forever yours.”
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tadpole-san · 3 years
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poison ;  j.t.
pairing: titans!jason todd x reader, pre-established relationship, best friends
warnings: mentions/allusions to (attempted) suicide, jason just needing someone in his corner, spoilers for titans s2e12
a/n: 1000/10 this is meant for  @cipheress-to-k-pop, kudos to her for inspiring this and simping over jason peter todd with me - so here’s an exploration of what happened between jason leaving rose and showing up to donna’s funeral
Gotham is, by no means, a small city. And it's easy to come back to, after everything.
After the Titans disband - again, and you’re honestly left with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
After your best friend gets kidnapped, tortured, and thrown off a roof.
After you find him driven to another roof, ready to step off with nothing to catch him, because he’s ready to go somewhere you know you can’t follow.
And after Jason Todd leaves on a motorcycle with Rose Wilson, because he is going somewhere you think you can’t follow. Except can’t isn’t the right word - you shouldn’t follow him, you think. Because Dick was the one to talk him off the roof, like a brother is supposed to, and all you can remember is the wind roaring in your ears and blocking everything out except that Jason wants to jump, Jason wants to die,  I don’t know how to help him. The words die in the back of your throat, and if Dick hadn’t been there-
You don’t want to think about if Dick didn’t make it up there when he did. So you’re avoiding Jason - which is all too easy to do when he’s supposed to be on the other side of the country. Until he calls you and you realize he’s here. In Gotham. The two of you are still connected by the same city.
He doesn’t say where the two of you need to meet, but you know exactly where to find him in the vastness of Gotham’s skyscrapers and abandoned warehouses.
By the time you make it to the top of - surprise, a skyscraper - your legs and lungs are burning. It makes it all the more apparent that you haven’t gotten the same level of Batman-training, and that a busted elevator forcing you to take the stairs is already a sign of bad luck. When you’re able to push the door leading to the rooftop open, you spot the gargoyle first, and it somehow manages to make you smile. All the years you’ve known Jason, the guy who’s become your best friend, and you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve been able to find him hunched up next to the stone monster. Even now, the shades of yellow on his hoodie stand out like muted sunlight.
“Hey.” The sound of your voice and the opening door gets him to turn around. His legs are dangling over the edge of the roof. You know he’s just sitting there - just sitting, nothing else - but it’s suddenly harder for you to take another breath, and when you move towards him, it’s in a sprint. There’s a spot left for you between him and the gargoyle, one that you take without hesitation as your hand grabs at his jacket. He’s taken aback, you can tell - his eyebrows furrow and he opens his mouth to say something, only to close it a second later. This close, and you can see how his eyes are rimmed with red. Like he’d been crying.
There’s a stinging sensation at your eyes that makes you think you must look the same. Your fingers tighten around worn fabric, and it grounds you. Jason wasn’t wearing the hoodie that day. This isn’t the same as that.
“Are you okay?” you finally ask, pulling your knees up towards your chest instead of dangling them over the edge. You’re too close to the edge already. “Where’s Rose?”
When Jason finally speaks, his voice is rough in the way that it gets when he’s had a few beers. You know this voice well, the same way he knows his way arounds brews, and this takes you back to the first time you'd met him when you were kids, at the bars that your dad and his uncle would get together at.
“I don’t know,” he says. Then he laughs. “I don’t care, you know? Fuck Rose-”
“Could you scoot back?” The question almost rips itself out of your throat, despite your efforts to keep it in until he’s finished telling you what happened. But all you can see are his shoes dangling over the edge, stories above the street, and when you look at the street, you’re imagining his body leaving its impact on it. You can feel Jason’s eyes on you, and you wait for him to tell you to stop being a pussy.
Instead, he mirrors your position and pulls his feet up, tucking them in as he pulls himself away from the edge.
You can breathe again.
“Sorry,” you mutter, finally making eye contact with him again. “I just - I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I’m sorry I’m such a coward.
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.
I’m sorry I’m such a bad friend.
“Why the hell are you sorry?” Jason asks, brows furrowing. Now he’s really looking at you, and it’s so heartfelt that you need to drag a hand down your face so you can hide. At the same time, it makes you so angry, because all you can remember is a room full of broken and awful heroes, painting him a villain who would drag out their darkest secrets, their deepest pains, to taunt and jab them with.
How could people do that to a kid? How could they do that to Jason, who - sure, he was rough around the edges, and cocky, and he went out of his way to be a little unlikable sometimes, but he was good. He was one of the best goddamn people you knew, even if you were saying that with bias.
You’re pulled out of the daze you’re in when he calls your name, and you try to speak around the words that are lodged in your throat, clogging it up. “I’m sorry,” you repeated, and the Vice around your throat tightens. “I wasn’t there when it mattered. With you. At the Tower. When they - and you-“ At this point, you have to suck in a deep, shuddering breath. One that has you keeling forward, head falling between your knees.
“Woah. Woah, woah, hold on-“ Jason wrestles his arm out of the sleeve you’re holding onto, and then you feel him pulling you back from the edge. It’s his turn, and he does it with ease, like you’re nothing but air. There’s that training again. “Jesus fuck, you - come on.” Just like that, the two of you are collapsing and folding in on each other.
Jason has gone so incredibly still, like he doesn’t know what he should be doing, and it makes you want to cry - except you don’t. You don’t know if you can feel anything else besides being scared or pissed off - at the Titans, at him - that couldn’t possibly be fair - at yourself. He’s so still it’s like he’s a corpse. “You get hurt somewhere?” he asks, and you shake your head, even as he’s awkwardly patting you over. “Someone pull some shit on you when you ditched the Tower?” You shake your head again, and you register that you're holding onto his hand.  You squeeze, tight. It’s warm. He’s warm. There’s blood flowing through his veins.
He’s okay. He’s alive.
Jason’s hand is squeezing yours just as tight, and it grounds you - he’s keeping you grounded - long enough that you can start to breathe again. Enough that you can keep talking.
“I fell asleep.” The words are eerily similar to Gar’s own sentiments when the two of you wandered into the kitchen  to find an already-fractured team. “I didn’t - I didn’t sleep for two days, you know that? You don’t really get any of that when there’s a psychopath torturing your friend and it’s your fault.”
“It ain’t your fucking fault,” Jason’s quick to say, words frosted with the kind of accent that’s married to a childhood down in Crime Alley. You haven’t grown out of yours, but his has gone sparse since Bruce Wayne picked him out. “Don’t fucking say-”
“Gar and I were supposed to have your back down there.” You press your lips in a thin line, eyes meeting his. “I’m supposed to have your back.”
“I was being a stupid little shit. Hank was right.” Fucking Hank. You think you could attack him, probably. Pick a stupid fight.
“We always think it’s our fault.” Now your words are deliberate. “And we always think we’re the fucking poison. ‘Cept we’re not.” Jason groans, and you can feel him start to pull away. You don’t let your grip loosen, so he uses his other hand to push his hair back roughly and pull the hood over his head, yanking the fabric down so you can’t make out his expression.
“I wasn’t gonna jump.”
“Yeah, you were.”
“I mean just now. I saw your face. I know what you’re thinking.”
“I thought you were gonna fall.” His lips twist into a grimace, and you let go of his hand to shove your own into your pockets. Your fingertips are cold.
“I would’ve caught myself.” Finally, the traces of Robin Jason - cocky, uncaring, cool - are coming back. “Could teach you how, if you want.”
“Do you want to catch yourself?” you ask, not quite ready to fall back into lopsided and carefree with him. “‘Cuz if you don’t, I gotta be the one doing the catching, Jason. Even when you’ve got some kind of - I don’t fucking know, a Superboy doing it.”
“Why?” The little shit has the audacity to smirk. “You jealous?” Incredulous, you stare at him. And then you take your bag and you swing it at his shoulder, only for him to smack it away.
“I’m being serious.” It amazes you how Jason does that - switches at the flip of a coin so as to replace the real shit he’s going through with throwaway comments like that. Sometimes, he’s a real asshole. Even as he’s staring at you with an entirely different expression now, one that makes you wonder just how much he knows about how he makes you feel.
“You need me to catch you?”
“Sometimes,” you admit, turning your head as he shifts closer to you, enough that your knees bump against one another. You push against him, and it turns into an exchange that lasts until your knee is sore. By the end of it, you can feel Jason laughing in your ear. His eyes aren’t red anymore. You take the sleeve he’d shrugged out of and get your arm through it, leaving the two of you awkwardly cramped against one another, and he laughs even more.
“Why can’t we do this shit at the tower?”
“Because you get - you’re all moody, you ass. It’s weird.” You can feel the weight of him on your shoulder and it makes you sigh. “You - look, we gotta talk. For real, you know that?”
“We did,” he mutters, a bit more sullen now. But there’s another elbow to your side, so you think that maybe it’s a bit better. For all that Gotham is home to the world’s evils, you can still love it if it can bring this out in Jason. “You know I say shit to you that I’m not saying to anyone else.” That elicits a half-hearted grin out of you, and you knock your fist against his. His eyes rake over bruised knuckles.
“You asked me if I was okay,” he says, thumb brushing over them. “Are you-”
“Someday,” you interrupt, because it’s a fruitless question. There’s no being okay, and you realize how your own question from earlier is naive. “I’ll get past the fact that we’re gonna keep almost dying. Like the shitshow with Deathstroke. And the fact that the assholes that are supposed to be heroes are full of shit.” Jason’s expression is all-too knowing, and you wonder if he’s figured out that the reason you went to San Francisco had nothing to do with wanting to be a hero and everything to do with not being able to handle Gotham alone. Maybe it’s better to just have yourself - to not have to lean on anyone else to keep on living, but then you look at the boy in front of you. And you know that if Jason only had himself, you wouldn’t be sitting with him right now.
He’s probably figured you out already. He’s Robin. For all that you poke at him for being boneheaded, you know that Batman’s taught him all the ways to see through a person. Even without x-ray vision.
Then he gives you a lopsided smirk, and you know he’s chosen not to say anything. Instead, he hauls himself to his feet - and you with him - with graceful ease, letting you link your arm with his in a way that has your hands brushing together.
“You still haven’t told me what happened with Rose,” you say. At that, he makes a face. One that draws another laugh out of you, because it has his features scrunched up in a scowl that departs from the betrayal you’d found him drowning in when you’d first gotten here.
“You wouldn’t fucking believe - come on.” He uses his foot to toss his bag in the air, catching it with one hand and slinging it over his shoulder. “I’m not doing this unless we’re getting a burger or some shit.”
“What, she break your heart, big boy?” You manage to catch the elbow that’s headed for you, even as Jason kicks you in the back of the knee for that comment. It’s quips and banters that are coming back, a routine the two of you fall into even after weeks apart. Jason’s shouldered the door to the stairwell open - losers first - and you find yourself casting one final look to the lone gargoyle before you step inside.
Gotham is, by no means, a small city. She’s unforgiving and cruel, and her metal arches and stone beams are interwoven with a history of poison. Some days, you wonder if it’s too late - if you’ve already got it in your veins, running through your blood and killing you from the inside. Leaving a city like her was easy.
And it’s easy to come back to, despite everything. Because if Jason isn’t poison, then maybe you’re not, either.
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awsugawara · 4 years
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bnha hcs with an artsy s/o [1/?]
i’m going to make this a mini series, so expect to see this AND haikyuu characters too :) i will also do the k-pop hcs too, so look forward to that !
note: your quirk will be the same all around, if implied you have one!
Quirk: AMBIENT ILLUSION - with a single touch of your hand or glance, you are able to make your opponent think that they’ve been taken to another “realm,” but in actuality their body movements mimic those in the illusion; it’s a quirk that can be used for good or for bad; your creativity isn’t limited, but the side effects are headaches, nausea, and sometimes insanity for a short period of time until your stamina runs out or unless someone knocks you out
Hero Name: Chiaroscuro or Chiasu [for short]- referring to the major contrast of light and dark in an image; in italian it is said to literally mean light-dark
enjoy :)
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s. aizawa
> teacher x teacher scenario tyvm
> you were a popular teacher at U.A., teaching in some of the general studies classes as an art teacher
> students in class 1-C, D, and E would flaunt how cute/hot and talented their pro hero of an art teacher was
> midnight was gossiping about you with present mic and aizawa overheard
> he knows you have your own agency, so how you double that plus being a teacher was beyond him
> “oh midnight! i was actually looking for you :)”
> aizawa-seeing-a-cutie.exe has stopped working.
> for someone who is low energy and stoic for the most part, this was new
> got more acquainted with the other teachers, but you were really close with aizawa
> funny thing is,,,you and aizawa met up a lot after school and you eventually started dating
> the other pro heroes at the school only found out is when midnight had walked in on them kissing
> the students found out about the relationship when aizawa walked you to your next lecture class as he left class 1-A  with present mic
> aizawa glared at them and as soon as he left, your students pelted you with questions, until the teacher told them to quiet down
--- k. takami 
> keigo is like a SIMP for you
> he practically with go out of his way just to buy you new art stuff
> “babe...i don’t need anymore sketchbook paper...i have an office at the school and they supply my paper-”
> “you can never have enough, my dove”
> you work at U.A. as an art teacher and met keigo when you were walking home from the school
> you had a run in with a villain, who was on a mission to kidnap you and he swooped in to save you 
> your art was scattered all over and some destroyed and keigo caught a glimpse of them and noticed your U.A. badge
> “you’re a teach at U.A.?”
> keigo walks you home, if you chose to stay late to work on your art
> when you first started dating, he was wondering why you would stay so late, and you had to explain your quirk to him
> he wants to be your #1 source of ideas, but he gives you space when you’re truly at an artist roadblock
> when he took you flying for the first time, he vowed to take you every now and then because seeing how your eyes lit up at the city below made it worth while
--- t. shigaraki
> shiggy treats you like glass
> i see him as someone that really admires you and your quirk, let alone your ability to be able to create such fine pieces of art
> you were a lone wolf, who met dabi, who introduced you to the league
> when shigs laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was SMITTEN
> childishly rants to kurogiri when you and dabi are out patrolling
> “why do they always have to go with that burnt piece of shit”
> #getrekteddabi
> shiggy sucks at socializing and it doesn’t help that you always have a resting bitch face™
> you’re actually a softie and a sweetheart at heart, but you notice shiggs advances and are quite confused
> “uhm...hello, tomura-senpai,,,is there something i can help you with?”
> rip shiggy from the CUTENESS
> one day when you didn’t show up at the base and dabi did, shigaraki and kurogiri gave him a look
> “oh, if you’re looking for Chiasu, they’re at home sleeping...idiot stayed up painting again.”
> shiggy left after demanding dabi to reveal their location
> when he got there, he rang the doorbell and questioning why he came because this really isn’t something he does
> “hmm? tomura-senpai? what are you doing here?” **rubs sleep out of your eyes**
> he felt his heart leap
> “i came to see my s/o after being told that they stayed up working. now, are you going to let me in or am i going to have to force myself inside your house?”
--- dabi
>  you were at witz end with your life as a pro hero 
> you weren’t depressed or anything,,,just bored,,,no ideas or fighting spirit
>one day, you had happened to run into dabi committing one of his oversized fires
> he tried reading you, but all he got was just your stoic, almost sad, expression
> you hadn’t moved and he was walking toward you, stopping and moving his face down to your level
> “well, well what do we have here?”
> you hadn’t remembered much from that day, but you hadn’t run into dabi and the only time you really left your house was to get more art supplies and food
> when you were trekking home on the same path, dabi stepped from the shadows in front of you
> you just gave him a blank look and tried to side step him, but obv he didn’t let you
> what happened next was probably the most shocking,,,he embraced you
> you didn’t know what to do other than cry...for losing your fighting spirit
> after that day, dabi would check up on you frequently and eventually he convinced you to stay with him, so he can stay with you
> it took about 2 months to get you to smile and boy was that worth it
> you were grateful of dabi for sparking [pun not intended] your creativity
> “if you’re so grateful, why don’t be mine?”
--- h. toga
> innocent is how toga would describe you
> her attraction to you was much more different than the times where she’d feel the need to cut someone up
> she wanted you in one piece, unharmed
> so she dragged you to be apart of the league of villains with her
> shigaraki was skeptical letting in a quirkless civilian into the league, but he found your ability to design and draw potentially useful
> dabi likes to mess with you to rile up himi
> “you lay another burnt hand on my s/o, i WILL cut you”
> himi doesn’t like the fact you’re close with some of the LOV members, so she whisks you away to her room or somewhere that’s not the base
> if you go to school and you’re adamant in finishing, himi will kinda leave out the villainous aspects of her life so you can finish
> if you go to school and you really don’t care for it, she’ll try to convince you to become a full fledged member of the LOV rather than an associate
> the mission with the yakuza was probably super nerve-wrecking for you after you saw it on the news
> you were greeted with a toga at your door that evening and you just glomped her and expressed how concerned you were, knowing what her role in the mission was
> himi met you online and then began kinda figuring out when you went to your fav cafe and art store and what you like to buy and the such
> attentive, but psycho was how you described her at first, but just accepted that aspect of her 
---
k. chisaki
> for someone who looks like a plague daddy- doctor none of the members of the yakuza would have imagined him dating a cutie with a QUIRK 
> for starters, you kinda once over the media on the yakuza, more so concerned with your art
> so when you accidentally ran into kai one evening, you kinda just shrugged it off and continued to walk home
> he was so confused like didn’t you know who he was?????????
> nonetheless, he saw you again, while you were making your way home from the convenience store with your [fav. drink + snacks]
> “oh hey! i remember you!” **insert tense kai** “you’re that guy from the other day! how are you?” **cue confused kai**
> you didn’t really have much of a reaction when you FINALLY put two and two together on
> “you’re a part of that villainous yakuza, right?” **insert tense kai** “it’s okay i won’t tell, i like you too much to turn you in :)” **cue confused kai**
> he wasn’t sure whether to be more concerned about the fact you’re letting him, a villainous yakuza go, or the fact he is starting to develop feelings for you
> regardless, kai had “kidnapped” you more like you willingly agreed to stay with him, hidden away somewhere, where you were safer
> he allowed you to continue your artistry, but he made sure to stay away at least from that aspect of your life
> he wanted you to feel like you had those forms of freedom with the line of work that he was involved in because he loves you very much
> BONUS: you held a grudge on kai for keeping eri hidden away from you and for what he did to her and got a couple of hits on his ass, but you stayed with her and aizawa after kai was arrested
---
sorry some of these are short or kinda are,,,,idk bad? ^^; 
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fandom: harry potter. pairing:  remus lupin x reader | the reader simps for lupin because isn’t that all what we do daily ?  summary:   connected to the self indulgent series where the reader is a slytherin muggle born witch working alongside the teachers at hogwarts.   note: this series will bounce around a lot involving timelines, but a lot of them don’t really have a coherent story line anyway.  movie setting:  prisoner of askaban.  pov:   she/her pronouns.
you were looking off into the distance in a daze, end of pen in mouth as your writings came to a halt and instead getting caught up in thoughts.  your summer hadn’t been great,  if you were being completely honest :  your muggle friends were getting on your case regarding being missing for a year,  you knew at some point you had to pick : the wizarding world or the muggle one,   living two lives was absolutely exhausting,  living them meant being two types of people - like one example,  you had accidentally used a levitating spell to put a cup back and last minute your friend walked in, smashing on the floor as your hand flinched down to your side.
“ what was that crash ? “  “ i put the mug too close to the counter, “ you had laughed nervously, quickly walking towards the glass to pick it up “ it fell off as a result ”  “you’re clumsiness is going to be the death of you “    
that was only one of the close calls,  there were far too many to keep track of,  including dropping hints to the wizarding world in conversation, only to stutter and try and say you were referencing a bizarre indie movie from overseas. at this point you were trying to pick would it be even possible to choose a side ?  it seemed impossible just to pick one over the other,  especially knowing that no matter what route you take it would result in an empty, hollow feeling left inside of chest.    you’re not sure who you could go to for guidance,  you weren’t familiar with any muggle borns your own age,  and talking to a pureblood or half blood would go in vein,  the latter would understand to some degree,  but ultimately it’s not the same and with it being so complicated,  listening to people who barely got it would be a waste of time and only twist the knife in gut. 
 “ everyone,  i would like to introduce you to remus jo - “     that was all you really heard dumbledore say before ears blocked out the world like static,  everything beyond the screaming in your head made everything else seem like a distant hum with no tune,  a crackle of a tv that can’t quite catch signal.  your pen tapped against your bottom lip,  perching against it as you eyebrows knitted together in deep thought.   
maybe professor dumbledore could help,  he wouldn’t get it but maybe he could shred some light on the situation ? he was always good at that. 
“ miss l/n - “
perhaps it’s all just being blown out of proportion,  work leave would surely be something the muggles would understand that.  even if they are after photos, work gossip and other details - 
“ y/n “  between the firmness and the sudden block of your view as the men stepped into eyesight causes you to flinch,  reeling away from nothing in panic as you try and grasped your surroundings once more,   blinking up in a rapid succession that causes concern to flash on the two men’s faces.  it takes a moment to register where you were,  the surroundings,  what the hell was going on in general... 
“ huh ? “  your tongue pokes out to roll against your bottom lip,  eyes wide as you stared up at dumbledore,  only for sight to break away from the one your most familiar with to the new guy...    you won’t lie to yourself,  you weren’t ready for seeing someone like him,  especially in your state.  his eyes were beaming with life,  amusement dancing behind dark hues as a faint smile tugged at lips,  hands pushed far into pockets as eye contact seemed to lock,  your lips part to say something,  anything but much like before your brain seemed to short circuit,  this time for an entirely and much more embarrassing reason,  “ huh ? “ you repeated again,  cheeks coming to life with colour as you kept looking at the new guy.
“ this is professor lupin, y/n.   the new defence against the dark arts teacher - “  speaking slower now,  and you’re rather grateful for the approach because you really needed things to stop going by so quickly,  the whole world seemed to flash in front of you at lightening speed.
“ oh “ a pause,  then it really began to register “ OH ! “  it was the most beautiful example of a pin drop ever to grace hogwarts’ walls  (  yes,  dumbledore will be thinking about it years to come  )   -  you jump up rather clumsily and hold your hand out to the man  “ hi,  sorry  -  i was just ... never mind,  hi  ! “ you repeated again,  the embarrassment settling deep within bones,  making itself at home in the creases of mind that would take weeks to weave out.  but regardless of the mocking in head, you do your best to not feed it and give it anymore attention... at least for the time being.   lupins much bigger hand wraps around yours,  a firm but gentle grasp as he finally takes the moment to speak himself. 
“ that’s quite alright,  i can tell that we disturbed you.  in fact i believe we should be the ones apologising, however professor dumbledore here insisted on the introduction - “ it came easily,  between tone of his voice and the warmth of his hand, you’ve never felt safer, it was like being in a warm hug beside the fire on the night of winter;   you mentally slap yourself for acting like a teenager towards a complete stranger.   your eyes however, narrow towards dumbledore,  in a way blaming you own pathetic display on him.  a faint smile on his lips as he made up some excuse to leave the pair of you alone,  not at all hiding the way his eyes twinkled with amusement at the scene that played out. 
your hand flexed around remus’,  far too busy sending daggers at dumbledore walking away than the fact you were still holding the older man hostage,  not helping the murmured   “ ugh,  he can be such an arse sometimes - “ 
“ i believe that’s apart of the charm “ remus chimed,  your eyes moving back to his as you smiled up at him once more,  less tense than what your face was previously  “ um,   miss l/n ?  your hand - “ 
“ oh, fuck, sorry - “   instantly your arms folded across your chest,  the blush only darkening your cheeks “ i promise i’m not this socially inept,  well,  at least to this extent - “ 
“ oh,  don’t fret.  i’ve met much worse people,  i myself tend to panic in social situations.  they’re not my forte “   you shoulders relax,  though you can’t help but note that he seemed surprisingly at ease even with the confession. your eyes dance around the staff room,  much to your own relief they seemed to be back to focusing on their own work. 
“ well,  you’re doing much better than me if that’s any help.  so,  you’re teaching dark arts -  ? “ then the conversation seemed to spark to life without much spluttering after that,  eventually both sitting on the couch and bonding over lessons;  including how you got your position in the first place,   your arm rested on the back of the furniture as your body turned fully to him,  the longer the pair of you were sat there,  the more they progressed beyond work and more into personal ones, about experiences outside of hogwarts and within the walls, not helping the fits of giggles that bubbled in your chest. 
“ being a slytherin comes with the natural title of ‘dark pranks,’  most of us tend to live up to the name.  people demonise us,  so we give them a reason to continue it.  that certainly doesn’t end at our humour, i think it shows more than ever in that aspect - “ you giggled again, head shaking  “ i remember my friends putting a real snake in one of the gryffindors bed covered in animals blood, the girl panicked for weeks  -  but they started it  ! “   
“ i must say being a gryffindor myself,  i feel like i should be offended on behalf of them.  then again,  my friends here were trouble makers as well.  their pranks could... “  wrist rolled in the air,  and while there’s a hint of pain twisting in features and a haunted look that seemed to cover bright eyes,  there was still a fondness in how he spoke  “ extremely, well and truly out of hand ? “
“ ahah  ! “  it’s like a triumph,  finger pointing at the others face   “ you can hide behind the fancy wording all you want, professor.  but you gryffindors can be just as over the top as the rest of us,  if not more so ! “  he knocks your hand away from his face playfully,  grin widening as mock offence does its best to take over features.
“ firstly,  you may call me remus,  second of all,  i will agree with nothing you say,  i would never stoop so low. “ 
your heart skipped a beat at the notion. 
“ you may call me y/n, only when you admit i’m right - “ 
a nice joke to push down the giddiness of calling him by his first name the short hours of knowing him. 
“ how very slytherin of you - “ 
“ how very gryffindor of you to point that out, remus “ 
the back and forth banter eventually came to a halt, as minutes ticked by it was time to go to the great hall for food and to sort out the new years. you and remus walked in a comfortable silence,  a lightness surrounding you both as it showed in your steps, and showed in the way his lips remained locked in a subtle smile.  you were left with one feeling...  finally, dumbledore hired someone worthwhile. you would also give him a hard time for that awkward bow that he did at dinner. 
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officialgomezaddams · 3 years
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Cabin House
if this dosen’t take im shooting myself $wag no TW except usual sadness. Slight simp anakin and breeding kink but iykyk
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She sat outside on the porch in her rocking chair, watching the ship in front of her lower its self onto the meadow surrounding the cabin that she lived in with her husband. She smiled to herself, her hands rubbing her pregnant stomach in relief that he was home. It was a new feeling to both of them, homeliness. A family that is now back together. Or at the very least, the start of one. 
They had met when they were both young, Anakin was in Jedi training, and Y/n was a mechanic at the same temple. It was a decent gig, she reasoned with herself. The many hours and days spent watching and learning from her father in his shop had paid off. 
Born and raised in the capital of the galaxy, the high life never slowed down. There was always loud traffic, busy trade; the planet never slept. Anyone could go to a party or club; some festival was always happening. The temple was different, a little peace in the concrete jungle. As the war started, the need for maintenance shot up—the urgency to fix whatever droids or ships needed to be rewired or mending broken welds. Simultaneously, the Jedi and the politicians tried to restore the balance, maintenance fixing everything else. 
A job was a job, and getting herself out of her father’s small auto body garage was a priority for her. Pulling night shift sucked, but the lack of staff and management who wanted to do nights meant she could get away with a lot. 
It started when the shy padawan walked up to her, the shift partner in the area she worked with was sleeping in his chair, and even tho he was older than her and had more experience, Y/n didn’t wake him up. It was her first real interaction with someone who was force sensitive, and she was thanking the stars that this boy somehow made his way to her.
It wasn’t because he was lost. Anakin had been at the temple long enough to know it by hand and could probably draw blueprints of the entire layout. The way around maintenance wasn’t that hard, as he often borrowed material from them to fix small stuff he could handle. Anakin had caught glimpses of her, he would stare at her for the few seconds it took to pass each other while he was leaving the ship and for maintenance to check it for any repairs that needed to be done.
“What’s up, Starboy?” Y/n teased. Even though she had never met him formally, he was quite well known for his destiny. 
He shuffled his feet around, and all the confidence he once had was gone. He looked at her before looking down at the table she was in front of, watching her set down the wrench she was fiddling with. 
“I need an arm.” He shot out, not even knowing how to ask for such a thing. 
“An arm?” She had responded, wanting to make sure he had said the right thing. “Why do you need an arm-” She asked but quickly stopped as he dropped his robe, and she realized he was missing the very thing he had asked for. “Oh. You need an arm.”
It took about six months for the arm to be built. It took a lot of measurements, calculating, and many, many nights for it to be made giving Anakin time to grow his confidence back up and flirt relentlessly with her. Telling her that it didn’t bother him that he would almost get little to no sleep because ‘being with you is a dream I never want to wake up from.’ On the nights he didn’t see her he would tell her, ‘Even though I couldn’t be with you, I still see you in my dreams. The best dreams I will ever have will always be the ones where you are in it. My dreams with you are so sweet to the violent reality of being a Jedi.’ 
The last night the two spent together working on his arm, or to be honest it was just her while Anakin would pour his heart out to her, hoping for something, a kiss, or even the simple statement that she returned his feelings. 
“If I have any problems with my arm, I’m coming to you. For my arm and my heart, you are the only one who knows how to fix them. Help me Y/n, my heart hurts, it burns for you. Every time I leave you or think about how you aren’t mine it aches. It’s so painful. Fix it, please. Tell me you don’t feel the same way, that your heart beats differently to the tune of mine.” He told her, watching her with doe eyes as she concentrated on wiring the last few things together. 
“Isn’t that against your rules?” 
“Attachment is forbidden, possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say I am encouraged to feel this way about you.” He stated, awkwardly biting his lip which made her giggle. 
“In three days, I have time off, maybe then you can teach me about this new teaching, and I can teach you something about how to use the arm.”
Neither of them expected it to be like this. Married and expecting. The moment she had told Anakin the news, he had immediately begun thinking of moving. Getting away from the city life and going somewhere more quiet and peaceful. Somewhere the war could not disturb them, so they landed in Alderaan. The whole planet was pulled right from a painting, and the moment they settled on the cozy cabin, they both realized that after years of running around, they finally found their home. With each other, in their soon-to-be family, and in Alderaan. 
As the ship lowered its self to the ground, the woman awkwardly got out of the chair and stood up, holding onto the wooden frame of the porch. Anakin swiftly got out, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her waiting for him. His feet moved on their own as he ran to her, watching her take careful steps to meet him. Before she knew it, his arms were around her, pulling her into him. “Don’t strain yourself for me.” He whispered, kissing her head. 
She was thirty-three weeks into her pregnancy with twins. The two babies growing safely in her womb had made things more difficult for her in terms of moving around, and she had long forgotten her shoes. 
They didn’t move in right away. They waited until work became difficult for Y/n, getting down to work on something wasn’t easy anymore, and she couldn’t be on her feet for more than an hour and a half until her feet started hurting. On the other hand, Anakin wanted to move in as soon as they got it. ‘You shouldn’t have to work, you’re pregnant with our babies, and I want you to enjoy this.’ He also knew how chatty the maintenance section was and was not looking forward to any rumors that could be spread about his wife. ‘Tell them they are mine. I’m not going to let them disrespect my children by disrespecting you. Tell them that I got you pregnant, that you took me in, and this is what my seed is doing to you.’
“How are you, my angel?” He asked, watching as the moonlight hit her face. He had been gone for most of the pregnancy, being forced to leave after her first doctor’s appointment that confirmed that Y/n was with child. Only then, she was nine weeks far too early to be showing anything. He came back to her a few weeks later, and the first thing he did when he greeted her was to kiss her fourteen-week stomach, but he didn’t stay long. The three days they were together were spent moving quickly into the new house. Only the important things she needed were to stay back at the temple so she could continue with work. They didn’t have much, but Anakin insisted on carrying everything, telling her that she was not even to lift her jewelry box because he didn’t want anything to happen to the babies. 
“Bored. I’ve been itching to get back to work; there’s only so much you can crochet before you want to stab yourself with the needles.” She joked, making them both laugh. 
“And the babies?” He asked, his hands dropping to rub the sides of her stomach. It brought him pride to see her like this. Seeing her carrying his child, seeing her full belly, smiling at the thought of the stretch marks that clung to her round belly, knowing that her body was adjusting well. The few times he was able to see Y/n through the hologram, he always admired his wife’s new changing body.
“Restless. I’m hoping now that you’re home, they’ll calm down for a little bit.” Anakin pulled her into a soft kiss. The whole time he had been away, she and the babies were always on his mind. He would wonder if they were kicking or thinking about what to name them. He would think about Y/n, if she was sleeping and if she was pushing herself too hard. He felt terrible for not being there to hold her hair back through morning sickness or walk her around to make sure she got the proper exercise she needed. He felt so useless. 
“How long do I have you back for?” She asked. It was an impossible question because no matter what time frame they had, it wouldn’t be enough. She just wanted him to be here with her, safe. The only good part about being away from the temple was she got away from all the rumors about her husband being dead or being held somewhere and tortured. She wanted him here in their home, enjoying the moments and milestones that she was going through alone. She had convinced herself that if - stars forbid it- something happened to Anakin, she could do it by herself. She could raise the kids and do what she could to make ends meet. It’d be challenging, and she understood that. But in her opinion, what could be harder than going through this pregnancy alone? Forcing herself to get the rooms ready, forcing her co-workers at the temple to help her in the later stages because she couldn’t depend on Anakin. 
He quietly led her to the house, purposefully ignoring the question because he knew that it wouldn’t be the one she wanted to hear. Only when she asked again as they reached the front door, he answered. “A week. Then I have to go back, and I don’t know where the council is sending me. Probably to Hutta.”
“You’re gonna be here for the births, right?” She pressed, stepping into the warm cabin and away from the cool breeze of the night along with his arms. 
“Y/n, I promise that once our children are born, I will be there for everything,” He reassured her. He knew it was a promise that he couldn’t keep. That the Jedi council would most likely tear him away from his family sooner or later. With war, or keeping the force away from the Darkside, he knew that it would be something. “Don’t look at me like that, Angel. You know how hard this is for me. You knew what you were getting yourself into.” He took a step towards her, but she shook her head and stepped back, turning around and began waddling herself towards the shared bedroom. 
“But I didn’t expect it to be left by myself throughout this.” His wife began, with Anakin following her quickly. “All alone and pregnant just to have you, my husband, show up for a few hours or a few days if I am lucky. Then to have him leave me alone again.”
“Am I not here, in our home when I can be?” 
“Our home?” She raised her voice, “It feels as if you are no more than a guest.” Finally turning around to look at him before walking over to the bed and sitting down facing away from him, looking out the window that gave a view of the spacecraft out front. “Anakin, I want to go back to the Coruscant.”
“Going back wouldn’t change a thing.” His words were forced, trying to stay calm and not lose his temper. He was a good husband, or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t easy - for anyone. But he tried, skipping meetings and purposefully doing stuff to get close to you, reporting ships and droids as broken so he could sit with you as you worked on them. Even now, with the war, just being on the opposite side of the same planet was enough for him. “You know that I can’t control what happens out there. I don’t get to pick and choose when I get to stay home!” His anger was cut off by the sound of her whimper. 
“Y/n, Starlight,” He was cautious with his words now, “Y/n?” She would not face him as he sat down next to her on the corner of the bed, his head down in shame. “Please tell me you don’t regret this.” Any of this, he thought to himself, knowing it was always her who got the short end of the lifestyle they had to hide. 
“Anakin, our love is like the Coruscant. It’s messy at first glance, and it’s hard to understand why it hasn’t just fallen apart in chaos. It doesn’t make any sense. But if you squint hard enough and really focus in,” She began slowly, trying not to fall apart. “You can see how nice and beautiful and all of the great things you can get out of it.” Her lip quivered, and her voice broke, letting the painful tears she was holding in anymore. “But I’m so tired of squinting.”
Neither of them looked at each other. While Y/n cried into her hands, Anakin just sat there, trying to figure out what to do. “I-” The reality that this could be it, this is all about to end, made him re-think his words. Did he miss something? Was he too happy that he was starting a family with the girl he fell in love with at nineteen to realize that she was now, what? Fallen out of love for him while she was right about to give birth? For once, Anakin was speechless. He could still fix this, right? I have to fix this. She’s fucking pregnant with my children. Our children. 
“What do you want then? I’m here, now, Angel. I -I don’t know what you want.” His voice was pitiful, but she was strong. She had to if she was going to do this alone.
“I want you to get in your ship and leave.” 
As soon as she said it, he was protesting, ”Go where? Baby, please, don’t make me go back.” He was the one crying now, tears falling mercilessly down his face, realizing that this was it.
“I don’t care where you go, Anakin. Just- you can’t stay here. You make me too sad.” 
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selmasemlan · 3 years
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Hurting With Oikawa Tooru
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Ummmm, I just want to apologize to all of the hurting I am about to put everyone through and I hope you can recover, because I am broken after writting this and  I´m not even an Oikawa simp. 
Warning: angst, hurt, you might cry, I´m very sorry 
Word count: 1112
Song Inspiration: I Found by Amber Run
Imagine this!
You and Oikawa have been dating for two years now. You guys got together during your first year in high school and you've had your ups and downs, but you have always prevailed. And it is your last year in high school. The expectations are sky-high. After high school, you start your adult life and both of you have big dreams. Oikawa wants to play professional volleyball and you want to (dream/job). So the goals are set. now it´s only time for you guys to start moving forward, towards that goal. But lately, things haven't been that great. You and Oikawa haven't talked for a while and that's weird, cause you guys always make time for each other. But it's so bad that you're seeing more of Iwakumi then of your boyfriend. So you decide to talk to Oikawa. You catch him right after practice and asks him, what's wrong?
Oikawa doesn't seem happy at all, so the conversation doesn't turn out well. You start arguing, him finding you clingy and you just wanting to understand how he feels. The arguing doesn't seem to have an end and Iwakumi just stands there, not knowing what to do. But then Oikawa says something that has you and Iwakumi shell shocked.
"I don't even know why I try to stand you. You're useless. You're standing in the way of my greatness. I need to focus on volleyball and if you don't support that, then we can't be together"
You stand there numb, not saying anything, cause what exactly do you say to the person you love, who doesn't seem to love you back anymore? You barely feel the tears fall down your face. Words don't leave you, words can't seem to leave your mouth. So without saying anything you turn your back to him and walk away.
You don't see each other again, not until two weeks have passed. For two weeks you barely know what's happening in your surrounding. Your friends question your weird behaviour, but you don't tell them what's wrong. You suffer in silents, not wanting to bother anyone. Oikawa's words made you insecure about yourself and you no longer know how to act.
For two weeks you walk around confused. You walk around not knowing if who you were or what you did was wrong. You were walking around in a void, not seeing the truth. But on that day. Two weeks after not seeing each other, you finally open your eyes for what was really there. Walking past a group of girls, you slowly realize that they are Oikawa's fangirls. In the middle stands Oikawa with a smile. The same smile he used to give you. You quickly understand that to him you weren't that special. Clearly, if he could smile at any girl like that. With sparkles and a smile from ear to ear. Then that wasn't a special smile and you weren't his special girl.
Suddenly you meet eye to eye. In your silent rage, you walk away and you don't look back. You don't look back when he calls your name or when you walk by Iwakumi whos watching you with worried eyes. You walk all the way home in silence, not a sound leaving you. But when you walk through the door of your home, you can't seem to hold the fort any longer. The walls that held the water, brook down in an instant and you fall to your knees.
But with every tear, you feel yourself getting stronger. You feel a weight fall down your shoulders and when you rise from the floor you no longer feel lost. The void is gone and in its place was clearness. You once again knew who you were and vows to never lose yourself again, especially because of a boy.
The next day you walk with pride. The pride you didn't have before but gained on this emotional journey you were forced to go through. You walk into the school with a smile on your face, no longer lost to the negativity of your mind. And when you walk past Oikawa and don't even glance at him, you feel more powerful then you've ever felt before.
You and Oikawa don't talk to each other for the rest of the school year and when graduation happens, Oikawa himself walks up to you. He tries to apologize. A few months have passed and you are passed it. You have moved on, you don't have a new guy, but you are thriving. So when Oikawa has apologized you look at him and give him a small smile.
"It's okay!"
Oikawa looks at you confused. What he did was wrong! There is no way it was okay, not just like that. But you just smile and look at him with a look he can't describe. You understanding that he doesn't, continues with,
"Don't get me wrong, what you did was wrong. But it is okay. It's okay because it taught me, that self-love is important and loving myself is an important factor to living a happy life."
Oikawa now realising what he put you through lets a tear fall. He approached you, knowing that you might not take him back, and you had every right to not do it. But a part of him, a big part of him, selfishly wanted you to take him back. Because he loved you, he really did. Iwazumi had beat him up extra hard, finding out what he did to you. He even told him to apologize earlier, but he didn't have the guts to.
"So thank you Oikawa Tooru, for teaching me a life lesson, and good luck."
You put a hand on his shoulder and smile wider at him. Oikawa wants to wipe the gratitude he sees on your face. He wants you back. He wants you to be his. But you made it clear, you don't need him.
"I hope you get what you want and what you have worked hard for. I wish you only happiness."
It hurts. Please make the hurt stop. By now, Oikawa is looking down on the floor and his hair is hiding the inner hurt, the fact that his heart can't handle seeing you move on, without him.
"Goodbye"
You let go of his shoulder and you walk away, to your friends calling your name. Oikawa stands still, not reacting. You walk by Iwazumi and wave, but you don't stop to talk to him. You keep walking because this was the end of this book. The last page is written. The last sentence finished.
This was love where it wasn't supposed to be.
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Haikyuu Thoughts Season 2 (Episodes 1-10)
"Hey Kuuro" "ShUt uP"
"I haven't even said anything yet!"
"Damn right I'm like a SuPeR gEnIuS"
"So you can teach this owl frosted tips a lesson!" "So you wanna talk hair hah?!"
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(I had to do the gif for this one because the facial expressions had me all out cackling)
"Like if your balance is off and you feel like your sure to be blocked if you take the shot you hit the ball against the blockers on purpose so it can bounce back and you can set it up again! Make sense?"
"But a lot of the times it doesn't work and the ball winds up getting slammed back in your face."
"Yeah... that happens to you a lot Bokuto..."
"That was your cue to say it hasn't been happening to me that much lately!"
"Spiking isn't all about slamming it onto the floor, ya know? You just stay calm and have a clear head at the moment of truth."
"Yeah that has not been happening to you a lot lately."
"Watch it Akkashi!"
"We need to stay calm Bokuto." "I aM cAlM"
Sorry about that guys, I had to do it. I've been watching the dub so far and it's got some of the funniest dialogue that I've ever heard. I mention the dub because one of my more recent husbandos has one of my favorite voice actors voice acting for him. So far season 2 has been an absolute blast to watch. With that being said, let's talk about husbandos because I have three of them that I need to hit. We are now at a capacity of six and one of them I was kinda surprised by.
The one who caught me completely off guard is that my love of Kuuro has grown ten fold since this season started. I saw more of him I think and that did a lot for my love of him! He wasn't just the leader of Nekoma anymore, I saw him as a person who just wanted his team to be the best but he could also be an absolute goofball troll at the worst of times. His teachings for Lev and Hinata were also something that I wasn't expecting! It's obvious that he wants for them to do their best and I loved that for him. The mentor was a really good look for him and I absolutely loved that he took on that role. Kuuro as a character is one that grew on me since I started to see him interacting off of somebody that he's actually close to, that being Bokuto. I love their friendship and the way that they both interact off of each other. They can be so side split-tingly funny with Kuuro's more troll sense of humor. I really, really hope that I get to see more of him coming! He's a lot of fun and I love the way that he interacts off of other characters.
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(I have grown to 100% love this dumbass, he cracks me up and I love his relationship with both Kenma and Bokuto.)
Speaking of Bokuto, let's talk about everyone's favorite number five wing spiker in the nation, Koutarou Bokuto! Going into this show, I just knew that I was going to fall ass over tea kettle in love with him. He has the voice of one of my biggest heroes, Ian Sinclair and every roll that he has he brings all the energy and enthusiasm to the table that one comes to expect from him. However, what I was not expecting was for me to absolutely not even know how bad this was going to get. Even though @moons-and-stars-and-shit warned me that it was going to be bad, since Bokuto is her number husbando but hoo boy I was not at all prepared for him whatsoever. Ian is a fabulous choice for his voice for starters, he nails everything that he has to do, from the comedy to the "sad" Bokuto hours when he loses his cool, to his banter with Akaashi. I loved everything about him. He had me rolling on the floor laughing, but also I loved his mentor/mentee relationship with Hinata and how he helped him learn to move forward with his spikes. As a whole Bokuto is just so, so much fun. I've only known him for only a few episodes but I already love him so much.
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(I do absolutely adore Bokuto but part of me is afraid of Lexci and taking him from her so going into this I was like I could either go full simp for one or the other and I decided in this case to go the other route.)
We've reached the final one, I swear. He's the last one hopefully for forever (I say this now I already have a fear of meeting Satroi Tendou since I've seen clips of him dubbed and it cracked me the hell up). For those of you that don't talk to me on a regular basis my tastes have gotten a slight upgrade recently within the last year. In watching Promare and Sk8 The Infinity I have discovered that I have a thing for calculating pretty bois that usually interact off of the himbo that they get paired up with (Lio with Galo and Kaoru with Kojiro) So this means that you've probably all figured out that if you had to twist my arm who I'd consider more husbando material from the last ten episodes. Can I talk about my boi Keji Akaashi for a hot minute? I absolutely love, loved the little glimpses that we got of Akaashi in the episodes that we had him in. To me he's the perfect amount of grumpy yet at the same time caring. It's obvious that he cares about Bokuto it's just that he knows how he gets and when he gets into a slump it's really hard to get him out. He's caring, but not overly so to the point where he's bouncing off the walls like Bokuto which makes them the perfect setter/spiker pairing in my mind. Akaashi is just adorable, I loved how his voice matched with his personality and how I could still detect the lightly teasing lilt when he would poke fun at Bokuto. These roles could easily switch from which one I prefer at a later date, when they both get more screen time but for right now Akaashi is my favorite between the two of them and I have a feeling that it's going to stay that way.
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(Look at my curly haired beauty! I love him so much, I kind of wasn't expecting to find a calculating type in this show but I had my heart stolen by Akaashi.)
Whew! Sorry if this was a lot of me rambling to all of you, it became a lot bigger of a problem than I thought it would. If I had to pick just one of the three than I'd probably surprise even myself and say that Kuroo was my favorite of the three. I wasn't expecting him, he kinda just came out of nowhere and was like "That heart of yours, you don't need it to do you *yoink*" I plan to be done with the show by the end of next week. Does anybody know where I can watch season 3 dubbed?? Hulu tragically at the moment does not have it.
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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years
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i have gotten myself Together after finishing the manga and i have a lot of thoughts so here's a list of my fave moments in case anyone wants to know
'VOLLEYBALL IS A SPORT WHERE YOU'RE LOOKING UP' sure hits different in the manga 👌👌
goshiki being a simp for hinata after being complimented once has turned me into a goshisimp
kuroo complimenting his boyfriend tsukishima's blocks during the inarizaki match
tanaka's Growth during the inarizaki match too
ASAHI ACKNOWLEDGING THAT ITS OK EVEN THO NISHINOYA ISN'T OK DURING SOME MATCHES AND HELPS RECEIVE FOR HIM
bokuto's 'tHATS OUR TSUKKI' (tsukki belongs to them now change my mind)
every. moment. with. kita. fucking. shinsuke
me, at one point: i've only known him for a few panels but if anything happened to him, i will kill everyone in this room and then myself
asahi's formidable service aces i mean my man has grown
shimada being the best teacher/yamaguchi support system i would die for this man
the fact that daishou and his gf mika watch all of the matches and how obviously sOFT daishou is for mika
THE WAY HE TRIES TO EXPLAIN THINGS AS SIMPLY AS HE CAN (EVEN CALLING THE TEAMS BY THEIR JERSEY COLORS) AND THE FACT THAT MIKA LOVES IT WHEN HE NERDS OUT MY HEART HURTS
hINATA 👏👏👏 reCEIVING 👏👏👏
kinoshita's jump float serves and that moment when noya saved one of miya's serves and then pointed at him bECAUSE THEIR TRAINING PREPARED HIM FOR JUMP FLOATERS
the aftermath of the inarizaki match basically when noya was falling asleep on a bench and tsukki accidentally put on two jackets
tora talking about how kenma is still persistent despite everything and how no matter tiring sports are for him he somehow finishes what he needs to do
KENMA ANGRILY EATING A BANANA AND CALLING HIS FRIENDS HIS FRIENDS
more of them sweet kurotsukki moments during the karasuno vs. nekoma battle i'm an actual slut for kurotsukki don't @ me
kenma using 120% of his brain with those awesome strategies
the fact that hinata didn't realize they had won against nekoma and was waiting for his team to serve
the ✌✌ exchange between the tsukishima brothers
SMOL KUROO AND KENMA OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO CUTE
i want to be their childhood best friend too 🥺🥺
kenma liked being called the strategist and therefore agreed to play setter
bokuto and akaashi watching the match with yachi idk i jus find it cute
also every bokuaka interaction
the time when akaashi compared bokuto to a passing star i-- 🥺🥺🥺🥺
'we are the protagonists of the world'
smol bokuto curled up under a table after he lost a match
akaashi's 'AAAHHHH' moments and the part when he cried after the match made me want to hug him tight he deserves the world
smol hoshiumi korai and the fact that he and his siblings look so alike
akiteru just pointing at and showing off his brother to the little giant again and again
kuroo's overall 'tsukki can do it. tsukki's great at blocking' attitude
the fact that all of karasuno's previous opponents intently watch their match
GOSHIKI WATCHING ON HIS IPAD AND THEN TENDOU AND SHIRABU JOINING
ALL 3 OF THEM WATCHING IN HIS DORM ROOMS ONE OF THESE DAYS I'LL MAKE SHIRATORIZAWA DORM HC's
WASHIJO ROOTING FOR HINATA MAKES ME SO SOFT HE'S LIVING HIS DREAM VICARIOUSLY
aone repeatedly standing up in awe at how awesome hinata is
suga with his goal of 'ginger fried pork' after the match
kenma immediately rushing to lend hinata his ipad when he had to be subbed out
ALSO TAKEDA CONSOLING HINATA ABOUT HIM HAVING TO SUB OUT AND THE FACT THAT HE DIDN'T PRESSURE HIM TO KEEP PLAYING EVEN THOUGH THEIR FINAL GAME WAS ON THE LINE
the fact that furudate showed how united karasuno was as a team that they still continued to play fairly well even with their greatest decoy gone
TSUKISHIMA HAVING TO BE DRAGGED AWAY FROM THE MATCH BECAUSE OF HIS CRAMP
yachi and kiyoko looked so beautiful after the timeskip my sapphic heart was 💓💓
pedro and hinata bonding over anime because thats how you make international friends
atsumu miya + onigiri = love
hinata and kageyama playing volleyball after their graduation
aSAHI BECAME A FASHION DESIGNER I--
'nishinoya is catching marlin off the coast of italy'
atsumu and hinata work so well together im proud of them
sugar daddy kenma
omg pls tell me saeko and akiteru get together at some point i will die of happiness
tsukishima being so focused on watching hinata and kageyama's game as if he's still playing with them
yachi and yamaguchi being excited to cheer at tsukki's game such supportive friends
that part in oikawa's volleyball backstory when he and iwa bought just one sheet of paper for an autograph i jus found it so funny
furudate dropping the bomb which was kageyama's volleyball backstory and therefore making that moment he met hinata all the more important and poignant for him
that panel with suga teaching kiyoko and tanaka's parrot the song from ju-on,,, if you guys still don't believe he's a little demon here is the proof you need
ASANOYA IN EGYPT IF THEY AREN'T DATING I DON'T WHAT ANYMORE
oikawa playing for the argentina team in the olympics he did it-- my boy did it-- i couldn't be any prouder
iwa just instantly becoming friends with ushijima
TENDOU NOT HESITATING TO CALL USHIJIMA WHEN HE GUESSED HE WAS GOING THROUGH A ROUGH TIME
also chocolatier tendou i bet he shaved his head to prove he don't need no rat controlling him to make the best chocolate 😤😤
shirabu still being emotionally invested in ushijima's plays
KUROO TETSUROU IN A SUIT
also that part when he was talking to hinata about why he joined the volleyball association and he had a little flashback to his first lesson with coach nekomata that moment meant so much to him
the fact that lev called yaku to pass by shibuya station jus to see his poster
also damn yaku and lev looking fine
KAGEHINA PLAYING ON THE SAME TEAM AGAIN FOR THE OLYMPICS AND THEN AS OPPOSING TEAMMATES IM CRYING
and ofc that last panel with takeda sensei because karasuno and kageyama and hinata's journeys wouldn't be the same without him we stan an amazing teacher
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ameliyaahn3 · 3 years
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🖇 hi! could i request for a matchup for naruto and haikyuu, please? thank you so much! i am a female, a minor, and straight. my mbti is infp, my zodiac is gemini, and my enneagram is 4w5; if that helps too. appearance-wise, i’m on the taller side (5’10) and relatively slim, with a curly brown bob and light skin. i’m an introverted person with a pretty strict moral compass, though i often find it hard to speak my own words with confidence. i’m not too good with strangers or social events, but i have a select few people and places that i cherish deeply. i’m completely mirrored when i’m around my mutuals, that being said. as when i’m in public, i can come off as isolated and awkward. however, when i manage to make connections, i’m talkative and passionate (likely to make up for how quiet and constrained i am in public). in private, my feelings and ideals are very vocal, very random. my ideas come and go. i love being intimate with those who i’m close to, and i’m also VERY cuddly. it doesn’t matter if it’s my family, friends, or s/o; i just love cuddles and hugs. i’d say physical touch is a big part of my love language, followed with words of affirmation. i take interest in studying psychological matters (i’ve been studying a lot about cognitive functions) and i appreciate looking in-depth for the hidden meanings of works and people. while it’s harder for me to get focused on things i’m uninterested in, i DEDICATE myself to the things i love. in my free time, i love to bake and write, as well as to read fanfiction and manga. i dislike getting thrown off my own schedule, messy environments, knuckle cracking, and public speaking. i fear setting high expectations for myself that in the end let me down. additional info: my favorite time of day is late night. my favorite anime are jjba and one piece, though i especially enjoyed the manga for both more. my favorite cliche romance is probably slow burn. i'm a little shy in relationships at first, so i'd likely need for someone to be more outspoken with their affection for me to reciprocate. my favorite song is brazil by declan mckenna (but specifically grant schaffer’s guitar version). my life goal is to expand my understanding of both myself and how the world works. anyway, that's about it!! hope you’re healthy and well <3
Thank you for requesting ! Here your matchup !
Naruto
I match you with...
Naruto Uzumaki.
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YOU NEED SOMEONE EXTRAVERTED.
With Naruto, impossible that your voice will be ignored, he cares so much of you and think that you're smart !
Also he's so motivating, what makes you feel much more confident and push you naturally to be the better version of yourself without having the too high exceptation problems : He makes you feel likes princess, he's such a simp and protects you at all it cost.
Don't mind that you're awkward in public, find it pretty cute and is actually really reassured that you have your own stricts morals and loves you for that.
All his friends are your friends, but I think that you will hang out the most with Shikamaru and Chouji.
If Chouji don't mind your cuddly side Shikamaru don't like it at all and Naruto neither. 💀 I mean, hugs and physical affection are okay with your friends for him but he want to feel like being your boyfriend gives him exclusives advantages at this level at least !
So you better be VERY cuddly with him.
Place his head on your shoulder or on your thights while you're reading, if it's a crack fanfiction or a really hilarant manga please share with him the fun.
Don't know much about writing so he can't even give advice and has a bad exprience with somes writersand readers... Jiraya and Kakashi. 💀
In a modern AU, Naruto definitely reads mangas and his favorite would be One Piece.
If you're a night owler know that it isn't in Naruto nature to be matinal at all too..
Naruto is very bad at cooking, please teach him how to cook. You're his savior.
Also you know, I know, how messy he is, his appartement is so... 💀 but if you help him clean times to times it would stay like this and he would be so grateful to you !
Naruto thanks you by taking you to Ichiraku's ramen but if you start to be annoyed who wouldn't ? He takes you on proper date and do a lot of efforts.
Know that you likes more calm place so takes it in count.
Find your interest for psychological matters very interesting, obviously think that it could help him in his path to become Hokage and to instaure peace in the shinobi world so he learn with you even if sometimes he's lost.
Thinks that you should work with children as a teacher in the future !
Enjoy and cherish every words of affection that you may tell him, feels loved and not alone anymore. Gives you the same treatment in return, even drown you with them.
Gemini x Libra are pretty compatible.
Also Naruto don't mind that you're taller than him but would admit that he wish he was so you feel even more protected by his sides. He is at least the same height as you in Boruto.
I have to admit that his father is probably a better match for you but you're minor. 💀
Others potential matchs :
Minato Namikaze, Itachi Uchiha, Ino Yamanaka.
Haikyuu
I match you with...
Tooru Oikawa
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Good luck.
This ikemen probably run after you for years, finds you pretty in all aspects.
How do I even start ? Your personality is very beautiful to him, you pass through an hard time when it comes to speak in public but your ideas are very clear for him and don't get of your ethic.
Thinks you're smart and want to be a part of the elite that you cherish.
Oikawa admire how devoted you are in what you do, respects you a lot.
You assit to all his matchs.
Likes how awkward you may seem in public despite being passionate and talkative when you're close to someone.
He finds your shyness so cute even if he makes slightly fun of it, teach you how to be more confident in yourself and push you to open up more but want to preserve you to himself.
DON'T ACCEPT THAT YOU'RE TOUCHY WITH EVERYONE AT ALL AND MAKES YOU FEEL IT.
Introduce between your friends and you during hugs when he's jealous, even asked once if one of your friends is lesbian. 💀 Definitely need time to adapt.
Reads fanfiction with you and even help you to write, Oikawa is a good inspiration.
Cooks him milk bread once in a week and he puts that ring on your finger.
Unlike Naruto, he's clean and don't bring that much trouble in your schedule.
But THAT BASTARD cracks his knukles EVERYTIME, sometimes even do it to bother you. 💀
Such a teaser, I hope you can handle.
Isn't the one to stay awake very late at night for no reason cause he know how it's hard for him to wake up in the morning except if it's for watch volleyball matchs or aliens conspiracies.
Don't read that much mangas but probably watch Seinen animes like Death Note. So he's very familiar with psychology and thinks that it's a good interest to have since he's into himself, often ask for your knowledge.
Really takes his times with you and don't press anything but makes clearly understand that he's not here only for friendship.
Takes you on best dates and makes you feel like queen. 💅🏾👑 First kiss was exceptional. You're very relaxing to him and a big source of joy.
He's so good with words and spoil you whenever he can.
Others potential matchs :
Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Koutaro, Lev Haiba
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