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loser-tsuna · 2 years

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Somwhere in Italy chapter 2

Tsunayoshi/Reader

Rated M

link to part 1: Somewhere in Italy

Summary: You live in a small town in Italy, curious about the rumors of the mansion in the woods. You find yourself in the midst of the mafia

I sat at the fountain, staring up into the sky as the clouds rolled through. I felt like the rain was already coming down. It had already been a few days since I last saw Tsuna. The thought of him sent a strange ping through my chest. 'Did I really miss him that much?'

It hadn't occurred to me how much I was going to miss him. It had only been a few short hours that we talked, but it didn't mean he didn't capture my attention. I closed my journal with a sigh, still unable to get any writing done.

The rush of the fountain water behind me became apparent as I took in the crowded streets. I listened to the tumble and roar of the water. It was nice, writing in such a beautiful area. I leaned back and let my fingers dip under the flowing waterfall. The weight of the water felt nice as it mixed with the cool of it. I smiled and ran my hand back and forth, just letting it flow over my fingers, when something caught my ears.

"Tsuna? Tsuna!" I could hear a man yelling for him over the crowd. I turned back to search for the origin of the shout, when a tall man stuck out in the crowd. He was certainly tall, with broad shoulders and messy, short black hair. I watched him approach, as I saw something peculiar. His face was young, but an old scar marked his chin. He looked rather concerned, his eyebrows creased. He was wearing some jeans, and what looked like a school shirt.

"You're looking for Tsuna?" I spoke out to him, standing up. I realized my hand was still wet from the fountain and ungraciously, dried my hand on my clothes. This caught the man's attention. He turned to face me when I was taken back. His brown eyes were soft, but sharp. He was gorgeous. "Yeah, are you friends with him?"

"I… I wouldn't say we're friends, but I know him. We had some coffee together, is something wrong? Is he hurt?" I watched the taller man step closer; his hands were in his pockets. "No, he isn't hurt. I'm Yamamoto Takeshi. I'm his best friend." He stuck out his hand, smiling. His smile practically took up his whole face, eyes closed and cheeks wide. I glanced at his hand before slowly taking it. I nodded my head to him, shaking his hand. I introduced myself as I let go of his firm handshake. His hand was callous. "May I ask why you're looking for him? Could I help?"

Yamamoto tucked his hand away, looking unsure of what to say. "We were just planning on meeting up to study with a few of our other friends. If you see him, could you tell him to give me a call? Gokudera isn't very happy right now." I could only guess Gokudera was another friend of his. "Right of course, I can text him. How long have you known Tsuna?" I turned around and gathered my things.

I felt like I could feel Yamamoto's gaze on me. "Since middle school. We've been inseparable." He smiled again; his tone cheerful. "I owe him my life." I turned back to him, rather curious by the last part. "Oh, did you…move here with him?"

The raven-haired gentleman nodded as he checked his watch. "Yeah, he was expecting to move abroad and the rest of us felt it best to come with him." His eyebrow raised at the time. "Sorry, I would love to stay and chat some more, but I gotta get going. I'll catch you later!" He waved his good-bye with his charming smile and jogged off into the crowd.

I uselessly waved as I watched him disappear into the crowd. I turned around to gather my things when I heard the thunder rumble above. ‘Great, it would be my luck.' I wasn't opposed to the rain, in fact, I enjoyed it, but I didn't want to be caught in it. I looked around before realizing I had forgotten my umbrella. I groaned and felt the rain starting to come down.

It pelted against my skin and soaked right through my clothes. I held up my books to try and protect my head as I attempted to retreat to safety when the rain stopped. No, rather it stopped falling on me. I felt a warm body press close as I stared out at the pouring rain. My eyes widened as the world seemed to slow. I turned to see Tsuna, with a sweet smile. He held a black umbrella above our heads, his own brown locks rather drenched. "Hey. Sorry, you looked like you were getting pretty soaked out here."

I was at a loss for words as my heart pounded in my chest. My throat was dry as he was so close. I could smell his cologne. It was wonderful, an amber with oranges and lemons. I could feel my heart skip a beat. I wanted to bask in the smell of him. The rain came to a stop in the moment. In a heart’s beat of time, I could see each drop of the rain fall around us before I centered my focus on the taller man before me. My cheeks burned at our proximity and his rather shy smile. “I- Uh, thank you. Didn’t know it was going to rain.” Tsuna’s brown eyes looked up from me and looked over my head as if he were looking for someone else. His expression turning unnaturally serious for such a kind face. “Oh, your friend, Yamamoto was looking for you, asked me to let you know.” I was watching him, feeling like an outsider at his distant expression. “Is everything okay?”

Tsuna stirred from his gaze, meeting my eyes once more. He smiled albeit, it looked forced. He let out a breath, shaking his head. "Yeah, everything is fine... Promised Yamamoto I would hang out with him. I'll text him later." I got the suspicious feeling I wasn't getting the full story, but I didn't know if I should press it or not. "Right. Of course, you know if you need anything you can come to me." Tsuna's smile turned gentler; his brown eyes were soft. "Yeah, I'll definitely keep that in mind. Let me walk you home."

The rain around us became distant as we walked. I clutched my things in silence, not wanting to break the moment. It felt unreal, strolling in the rain with practically a handsome stranger. I nudged his side, looking at him with a smile. "Thank you... You didn't have to do this." Tsunayoshi was strange. He seemed so tall and mysterious, but at that moment, he blushed. His face turned red as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. It was adorable how embarrassed he was. "It's nothing really. Besides, we wouldn't want your schoolbooks getting wet." He mustered an awkward laugh. The brunette kept his gaze averted. I giggled when I felt my shoulder getting wet. I noticed that in his embarrassment, the umbrella tilted towards himself. Without thinking, I pressed in close to him to get away from the rain.

I heard an odd noise that sounded strangled, when I looked up to Tsuna and realized I was so close. His eyes were wide, trying to clear his throat, before looking at me. I could see his eyes shift to my wet shoulder, and I could tell he was wanting to curl up and die. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- Ah… Sorry!" He quickly adjusted the umbrella back, as I stepped away from him. I could feel my own face beat red and warm. I quickly averted my own gaze, clutching my books close to my chest. "Oh, no worries! Don't even worry about it."

Eventually, we made it to my house. I stepped under the tiled roof, turning to Tsuna. My heart skipped a beat. There he stood in the rain, under an umbrella. His hair was a bit wet and eyes wide like a curious puppy. The rain once again faded into the background as time stood still. Meeting his beautiful eyes felt like the earth slowed to a stop. The world pauses around us, at his command. The blood rushed to my ears as I managed to recollect myself, waving to him with a smile. "I'll text you. Thank you." Before I let him respond, I quickly entered the house.

My heart was racing. I put my books on the table as my mind reeled. The smell of the rain and his cologne. Being pressed against his firm side, his wonderfully, bashful smile. I dragged my hands down my face. "What am I doing? I don't even know him." I took a seat at the table, in awe. I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths. I felt giddy, like the butterflies in my stomach were restless. My cheeks were still burning. A voice then stirred me from my thoughts.

“Everything okay? Did you forget your umbrella again?” Marcell came down the steps, wiping his hands off. I turned, unsure if I wanted to tell my roommate about Tsuna. “Uh, yeah. I did. I ran home. Actually, I’m feeling pretty cold. I’m going to get changed.” I gathered my stuff and started to pass by Marcell when he stopped me by the elbow. “Y/N, I know you’ve only been here for a few months. I’m confident you can handle yourself, but… don’t go anywhere near those fires at the estate. Just to be safe. Don’t get involved with anyone from that family. They’re nothing, but trouble.”

His words caught me off guard. Marcell was normally a welcoming, and friendly person. He was the only one around who wanted to take on my sponsorship for abroad studies. I stopped on the step just before the bigger man. The butterflies quieted as it felt the air turn serious. “Marcell, I’ve been here for 6 months, and you’ve never said a word about the estate.” I watched him. His expression was unreadable, like he was hiding a bad memory. “You know something don’t you? You know what those fires are…” I spoke, albeit with hesitation. Marcell met my gaze, taking a deep breath. “ I don’t want you getting hurt. Please, just steer clear. That family has a long and bloody past.” He started down the stairs. “I’m running out for more supplies. I’ll be home later.”

It struck me as odd. When I thought about it, no one in the village ever mentioned the estate beyond the woman coming to warn us about the fires. Marcell’s warning set me on edge. It was peculiar timing. The days I meet two strangers from out of town is when he decides to warn me of something I never felt was a concern. Could Marcell believe Tsuna and Yamamoto had something to do with the Vongola family?

I shook my head of the idea as I proceeded up to my room. To my knowledge, Marcell didn’t know Tsuna. Although, it would be naïve to assume he wouldn’t have a way of knowing him. I got changed into more comfortable, dry clothes and determined I should eat.

Hot breaths mingled together, a desperate need pulling taught against the heated moment. I was dizzy, lost in the embrace of the man laying over me. I could barely register the fist clenching the sheets as pleasure washed over me. A moan was caught in my throat, scratching to get out. My hands traced the frame of such a firm body. Brown locks shadowed my vision. He lowered himself to me, pressing our chests flush. With each thrust, my core tightened. The pleasure coiling like a snake, until it would eventually strike.

His heavy moans were low in my ear. He spoke, but I heard no words. I could see his smile. Such a beautiful smile with red cheeks and the rise and fall of his chest. I threw my head back at a delicious thrust, finally letting out a long moan. It was pitched and full of gasps, desperately trying to catch my breath. My nails dug into his shoulder, dragging down his back as I squeezed so tightly around his length. The coiled snake finally pounced. Ecstasy washed over me, feeling the sweat cool over my skin. Every goosebump raised as I pressed against my lover. His name was on my lips. My mouth left agape before he captured my lips with his. My eyes fluttered shut, melting against his wonderfully kiss. The fist that gripped the sheets, slipped to my waist. I gasped, sensitive to touch as my back arched into him. His arm wrapping under my waist, lifting me up.

He sat on his haunches, thrusting into me with numerous moans. He held me to his chest, smiling up at me. Brown eyes filled with adoration and lust. My arms wrapping around his shoulders, trapping him in. His name was on the tip on my tongue, needing so to call out to him. His mouth moved again to speak, but I could not hear a word. Right as I whispered his name, I felt as if I was pulled back from a void.

My eyes shot open in bed, panting heavily. I could feel my core heated and wet, wanting, and needy. I sat up trying to catch my breath, gripping my blankets with wide eyes. My chest was heaving as I frantically tried to remember every moment of such a wonderful dream. I fought against the smile on my lips, as I moved out of bed for fresh air. I crossed my bedroom to the window when I paused. There was a large explosion. Was it an explosion? A rumble shook the house around, with a loud boom. I opened my window with wide eyes. In the distance roared a large plume of black smoke. It was haunting. The woman hadn’t come to the village with her warning. This rising smoke that engulfed the sky made my blood run cold, all memories of my dream were quickly swept away.

In the distance, my eyes caught something. There was that streak of orange light illuminating against the dark fume except there was something else close behind. It began as a large, glowing illumination amidst the clouds before a roar of an explosion fired off like thunder. It then streaked after the trail as if chasing it. Fear prickled at the back of my neck as I gripped my windowsill. The two trails moved so fluidly it was impossible to determine what they could possibly be. Were these aftermaths of the fires or the cause?

My eyes lowered to the horizon of the smoke, knowing exactly where it led to. The Vongola Estates… I took a deep breath and threw on my coat and slippers. I headed outside, a terrible feeling tugging at my gut. On the streets, I couldn’t see any of the light of the fires as the surrounding hills obfuscated the roads that led to the estate. The cobblestones beneath my feet were still wet from the rain. I hugged the coat closer around me, as I looked around for anyone else out so late at night. No one. There was no one out as if they were all used to it. I had only witnessed three of these fires. Around a month after I arrived, the one a few nights ago, and this one. It was strange for fires to be this close. I kept down the cobbled path until I reached the fountain in town square.

Another loud explosion made me cower, holding my ears as I looked around desperately for its source. I could barely make out the gentle rush of the fountain water. My heart was pounding as more explosions drew closer. I braved a look to the sky when I saw the orange trail just above the town. I could see a vibrant orb of flames where the trail ended. Fire? All the way up there. BOOM! The sound made the ground shake as the orbs traveled down. I watched helplessly as a figure came into view, breaking from the black clouds in the sky. Fire resonated at their hands and their head. It was too dark to make anything out. They fell from the sky, the fire at their hands flickering.

I watched in horror as they crashed into the water of the fountain. The water splashing over the side as they moved about. I was frozen, caught between running back home and checking to see if the person in the fountain were okay. Another dark figure fell from the clouds. My ears went deaf, blood rushing to my head made me dizzy. The explosion nearly knocking me off my feet. The other figure had raised a gun, shooting directly at the fountain. I ducked under my arms, as marble and stone exploded, splashing water everywhere. I fought the rising scream in my throat, tears threatening to spill. I stumbled back, my slippers scrapping the cobblestone, turning the tall figure’s attention to me.

The figure began to approach but stopped as the smoke at the fountain slowly cleared. The figure with the fiery hands was revealed to be standing, albeit slouched as they had taken the brunt of the impact. I could make out that it was a man, messy hair whipping around in the wind of the explosion. Fire rested so delicately upon his head, defying all gravity. It illuminated his hair and his eyes in the dark of the night. Brown locks, and stark, serious, orange eyes. His gaze pierced the air, as if all seeing. He stared at his assailant, ready to speak, when his opponent took another shot at him. His reflexes were unimaginable, dodging out of the way as if he were flying, fire trailing in his wake.

I put my hands over my mouth, hoping to remain quiet as I watched these two people fight. A cruel laugh resonated through the town from the unknown assailant. His voice was resonant, and arrogant. “I knew it was a fluke. You’re still the pathetic piece of shit you were back then. Refusing to fight me is only going to piss me off.” The assailant turned his gaze onto me. Ice seeped throughout my body at his unyielding, murderous presence. “That soft-heart of yours makes you weak.” He aimed his gun at me. I could hear the shot go off, the gleam of the blast highlighting the streets around us and the broken fountain. But the shot never hit. The wind was knocked from me as I felt my feet leave the ground. Arms wrapped around my shoulders, pressed against a strong body. My vision was blocked by my rescuer’s shoulders. I could feel heat resonating from him. I dared a glance up at the flame upon his head. I couldn’t make out much of his features before we landed a safe way from the attacker. My savior leaned in close to my ear. His voice was soft, yet stern. It seemed so familiar, but it was lower. The blood pounded in my head, rushing to my ears. “When I let you go, run. As fast as you can back home.” My voice was caught in my throat as I slowly nodded.

Over my savior’s shoulder, I could see the approaching assailant. Despite his words, my hands gripped his clothes, a black button up shirt. I didn’t want to let go. I felt safe. I quickly dropped my gaze and buried my face into his shoulder. My breath hitching as I felt a hand on top of my head, patting it slowly. “Go.” With a single word, he let go. In the blink of an eye, he swung his arm out, slashing the air with a fiery fist. It created a cloud of light and smoke as I listened to him.

I didn’t think I could ever run so fast in my life as had in that moment. I didn’t look back despite the roar of more gunshots. I ran into the house, panting. I slammed the door shut beside me, locking it. I laid my head against the door, trying to make sense of everything I had just seen. Was it really possible for people to wield fire like that? I pushed off the door, checking around the empty house in case I had accidentally woke up Marcell. After a few moments, I went back to my bedroom. I looked out the window. I didn’t have a good view of the town square. The fire in the distance still roared, but I saw no signs of the two men in the sky. As time slowly passed, I eventually calmed down and resigned myself to bed.

It was quiet for the next few days. The aftermath of the fountain drew the village’s attention. They cleaned up the mess as if it never happened. I had heard from Marcell that the mayor was heading to the estate to inquire about the fountain and money for the repair. Marcell joked that the fountain was old anyway and needed to be touched up. After my day at school, and stepping off the train, I headed for the café. It was strange not seeing the fountain there anymore. Admittedly, my mind was far too distracted. I could only speculate about that night. I wrote down everything I remembered, trying to figure out who those two were. As I attempted to do my homework, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn’t bother looking up until one of them spoke. One that sounded familiar. I finally stole a glance to see Yamamoto ordering with his usual, casual smile. Beside him was a shorter guy, although just as young. He had silver hair, and an unimpressed expression. His clothes were very well-kept, except they reflected the look of a punk. He fiddled with a cigarette in his hand, keeping his voice low as he spoke to Yamamoto. I leaned in to try and catch their conversation.

“I’m going to kill him. This is the last damn time, before I get involved. I’m only standing still because the boss said so.” Yamamoto laughed at the silver-haired man’s words as he paid. He turned his attention to him. “I have complete faith in T-“ He stopped mid-sentence. His attentive brown eyes met my gaze. My eyes widened as I realized I had been caught eavesdropping. I quickly returned my attention to my books, hoping he didn’t see me. Soon, both of them approached my table. I heard a tsk from one, as I glanced up. “Hey, y/n. It’s been a couple of days. Sorry, I ran out on you like that. I was super busy. I also managed to get ahold of Tsuna.” Yamamoto was definitely as cheerful as ever as he took his seat before me. “Oh, yeah. I’m glad you could. Don’t even worry about it.” It fell silent. I squirmed, feeling the silver-haired man’s eyes on me. “Um, who’s your friend?”

Yamamoto nudged the other guy. “Oh, this is Gokudera. He’s really nice underneath the scowl. I promise he doesn’t bite.” He laughed. Gokudera uncourteously dropped his bag on the table and took his seat with a tsk. He regarded me with a cold gaze. “It’s nice to meet you, Gokudera.” I was undecided as to offer him my hand or not. “That remains to be seen.” Yamamoto looked rather awkward, exhaling deeply before looking out the window. “Its weird seeing the fountain is gone. Wonder how it got destroyed. I heard some town’s folk saying it was blown up.” This drew my attention to the outside. Do I tell them what I had seen? No, certainly not. These were just another two strangers that I didn’t know. “I know the mayor was heading up to the estate to ask for money.”

Gokudera leaned in close with an observant gaze. “How much do you know about the Vongola family?” He placed the cigarette he had been holding precariously on his lips. I felt like I was being interrogated. “I…I…Not much? I don’t really know anything. I hear a bunch of mixed stories about the mansion. Why?” Gokudera seemed unsure if he liked my answer or not. “What kind of stories? Like they’re apart of the mafia or something?” The mood shifted where it felt like he was teasing me, as if he knew something I didn’t. I readjusted in my seat. “I mean, yeah. I heard a few people say something like that. Why? Is it true?” Yamamoto laughed, breaking the tension of the moment. “Always with these silly games. Even in middle school, they always liked talking about the mafia. Don’t worry about it. I’m guessing its because the Vongola probably help with the town’s money.” He leaned on his hand, resting his elbow on the table. “Busy with college? Gokudera is also with Tsuna and I abroad.”

The doorbell rang once more. I looked up to see Tsuna had entered. Although, he was digging through his bag, sounding rather panicked as if he lost something. Gokudera got up without a word and approached the brunette. Yamamoto simply gave me a sweet smile. “That’s our cue. I hope we can catch up later, maybe do something fun like a movie.” Yamamoto got up and followed Gokudera. Tsuna smiled at them, talking to Gokudera when his eyes fell on me. His smile faltered for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say something before Yamamoto pulled away his attention. They grabbed their order and left. I was left speechless, turning to watch them out the window. I could see Tsuna’s head tilt back as if he were trying to look back to the café. My heart was pounding at seeing him again, but disappointment took over. I returned to my studies, feeling unnaturally dejected.

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strawwritesfic · 6 months

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Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 10]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Chapter 10: Saying Goodbye

The day you left Japan proved to be just as warm as the day you arrived. You sat cross-legged on the sidewalk in front of your grandmother’s house with the sun beating down on your head. Despite multiple assurances that she would invite you back soon, being inside with your grandmother just made you feel sad. Unfortunately, coming outside didn’t make much of a difference, aside from there being no air conditioning.

Beside you was a small pile of luggage, on top of which sat the stuffed animal Takeshi had won you. You did your best not to sneak looks at it while you waited for a taxi to pull up and whisk you away to the airport. The events of the early morning still hadn’t disappeared entirely from your memory, and every time you glanced at Chinatsu, you felt your throat tighten up.

“Hey.”

You looked up. Takeshi stood against the cloudless blue sky. He had his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows furrowed. After a moment or two of you both looking wordlessly at each other, you patted the curb next to you.

“Hey,” you said as he stook a seat. “I thought you had summer school today.”

“I snuck out.”

“Don’t do that. Hayato will yell at you. Besides, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’ll deal with Gokudera later,” he said. “I didn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye.”

“Didn’t we do that last night?”

”Well…” He rubbed the back of his head. You were relieved to see that his smile had returned. “I wanted it to be official. When’s the car coming?”

“It should be here in about ten minutes.”

“The summer went by really fast, didn’t it?”

“It did. I’m really glad Grandma locked me out of the house that day.”

“Me too. It’s been a lot of fun.”

“Yeah. Tell Tsuna and Hayato bye for me, will you? And tell Hayato he’s an ass.”

Takeshi wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer to his side. “I’ll try.”

“If you have to pick one, remember to tell Hayato he’s an ass.”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good.”

You turned eye him speculatively. Slowly, you reached out to touch his cheek. Before you could chicken out, you closed your eyes and kissed him. This one was not over quite as quickly as the last. Only the sound of a car pulling up next to you forced you and Takeshi to spring apart. Cheeks hotter than the air around you, you jumped to your feet.

Takeshi got up just as quickly, hands already around your luggage straps before you could get there yourself. He loaded them quietly into the back of the cab. It took everything you had to stand back, chew on your lip, and squash down the sadness rising up inside your chest. After all, you’d known from the very beginning you would be going back home at the end of the summer. Crying over it now seemed monumentally stupid.

A soft weight on your shoulder made you jump again. But it was only Takeshi’s hand resting there before he said, “Everything’s ready to go.”

"Thanks,” you said weakly.

You took a step in the direction of the back car door. Before you could open it, Takeshi reached forward and silently handed you Chinatsu. Your mouth opened and closed several times. There were so many things, most silly, that you wanted to stay. When you finally found your voice again, you said:

“Well...” You blinked and tried to get rid of the tears you felt pooling in your eyes. “Bye, Takeshi. I…I…”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

You shook you head. You were quite determined to say this, even though you felt even more monumentally stupid to be saying it at the age of fifteen in a country you might never see again. “I love you.”

Takeshi’s grin widened considerably. “I love you, too.”

The smile you gave him was a tad watery, but at least it was a smile. You opened your mouth to say more, but were interrupted by the front door slamming. Both you and Takeshi looked around to see your grandmother striding up the walk, smirking.

“What’s with all the water works?” she asked.

“I’m leaving, Grandma.”

“And that means tears?”

Your eyes darted toward Takeshi.

Your grandmother smiled knowingly. “You’ll be back soon, so no crying.” She lifted her arms and, sniffling, you hugged her. She hugged you back, then released you to push you back toward the car. “Now get going. You don’t want to miss your plane.”

“Actually…”

“All right. Your father doesn’t want you to miss your plane. So get going.”

You swallowed. Voice gone, all you could do next was nod. Takeshi squeezed your hand as you passed, and you forced a smile at him before clambering into the car. As it began to pull away from the curb, you rolled down the window, stuck your head outside, wrenched an arm out with you, and wave wildly at the rapidly shrinking pair.

“Goodbye! I’ll miss you!”

“Bye, [Name]!” Takeshi shouted back.

“Goodbye, honey! Don’t worry! I’ll keep your boyfriend warm for you!”

You laughed as you withdrew back into the taxi.

“Soon,” you promised your reflection in the glass. “I’ll be back soon.

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As your grandmother watched the car drive you away, she shook her head. “I really don’t understand this entire charade.”

“Eh? Charade?” Takeshi asked, brown eyes wide.

“Oh, you’re still here?” She looked Takeshi up and down. “What? You still worried about [Name]? Well, don’t be.”

“Why not?”

“Because I meant what I said. She’ll be back soon.”

“I thought she had to go back home for school.”

“She’ll be back soon.”

“For her winter break?”

Your grandmother smiled a knowing smile as she took his wrist and patted his hand. “Maybe sooner than you think.”

“What do you–”

“Well, there are still discussions to be had, but I do believe that you’ll be seeing our little [Name] well before winter.”

“But–”

“Now, why are you still standing here? Don’t you have school to get to, young man?” She lifted an eyebrow. Takeshi’ss expression slowly transformed from confusion to one of pure wonder. “Really, kid. Get back to school.”

He nodded as he turned in the direction of Namimori. “Goodbye, Ms.[Last Name]!”

“Bye, Takeshi. And see you again real soon!”

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momodita · 7 months

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sawada tsunayoshi ✧ gokudera hayato ✧ yamamoto takeshi ✧ hibari kyoya ✧ rokudo mukuro ✧ giotto ✧ reborn (adult)

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sunohara momose ✧ nikaidou yamato ✧ oogami banri ✧ kujo tenn ✧ izumi mitsuki ✧ rokuya nagi

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hirako shinji ✧ hitsugaya toshirou ✧ ichimaru gin ✧ kurosaki ichigo ✧ uryuu ishida

#blog info #<- for organization's sake lmao

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auslanderka · 8 months

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a few words from me at the beginning

English isn't my first language, I make mistakes, a lot of mistakes but I am not able to find them. please forgive me

I generally don't write canon x canon (khr is an exception but I only write 8059)

all f!characters are based on my o/c which are female and use she/her

I change everything to x reader before publishing - I don't see the point of presenting a thousand of my o/c which are just drafts in my head

if you find x reader pathetic, this isn't the place for you

if by some miracle you have wandered here - hello and enjoy <3

Yamamoto Takeshi x Gokudera Hayato (8059):

cigarette and comfort (only pl ver*)

it's just a cigarette (only pl ver*)

the death and the rain (pl/eng ver) x posted on tumblr

the end (pl/eng ver)

baseball (only pl ver*)

morning (pl/eng ver) x posted on tumblr

*only pl ver - not all have been translated into English yet but I'm working on it

Gokudera Hayato:

dilemma (pl/eng ver)

math (pl/eng ver)

Kuramochi Youichi

in long-distance relationship : x

Kataoka Tesshin

his wife : x

Yuuki Tetsuya

reader's breakdown : x

Mitsui Hisashi

haircut : x

after fainting during shohoku vs ryonan : x

Mito Youhei

Horror movie night (Halloween 2023 + spooky sports event)

#pavli : writing #materlist #slam dunk #katekyo hitman reborn #daiya no ace

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sweetdeathwrites · 5 years

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You Are The Right One

Pairing: Gokudera Hayato/Reader

Summary: Gokudera knows what you mean to him. But what does he mean to you?

Warnings: fluff, romance, some sexual situations/suggestiveness (i.e. Gokudera is thirsty), angst

Word Count: 6,929

(Songfic to You Are The Right One by Sports)

(re/cross?posted from my AO3 and Luna! Original A/N below)

(Hi!! I know I've been gone a long time and I'm SORRY!! I've been going through a lot of stuff (I've been in 3 productions since the last time I've posted .. i think it's only 3.. but I've been a NAMED character in 2 out of 3!! the third one doesn't count bc it was a bunch of skits and so strict plot... so i guess that means... i was a named character in BOTH of my productions?~ I just performed in Grease 2 days ago on friday as Jan, my twinkie girl!! I got to eat twinkies on stage!! It was v exciting and I had a blast! some people I know from the hawaii theatre came down to see me and one of my dad's movie friends and they loved me! one of them told my mom i'm going to broadway! haha!!! ^v^ isn't that sweet? I don't think so but that's a lovely hope, isn't it? I'd like to dedicate this fic to someone who means the world to me, the lovely GuardianAngel07! I love you so much and I know that you're going through a lot right now and I just want you to know I'm always here for you, no matter what, and I know that you are busy and have a lot on your mind, and I just want you to know I'm never mad if we don't talk for a while! I think you get a little worried and feel guilty when we don't talk, but that's not it at all! I care for you so much and if your mental health needs you to take a break, then TAKE that break, honey!!!1! I'm always here to support you and I want what's best for you, mentally, physically, and emotionally!! I care for you a whole lot, okay? I'm always in your corner!!! I'm sorry that this fic isn't what I originally planned to gift to you (the original was much sweeter!! and less angsty!!) but this was the one that was most finished and I figured that anything with our lovely KHR boys would help to cheer you up! I hope you like it!!,, Uhm.... I've also got a lot planned! I released a LONG hannibal fic on AO3 and it's not the best bc I started it 2 years ago.yikes... but I'm finally gonna write for it again after a year but I'm going to revamp it (at least fix the grammar!) before I release it here! It's v violent and prolly gonna get really sexual too, so there's a warning, but i'll warn again when I actually post it. to be truthful, I had this almost fully done for months. I just hated it and hated it and hated it. I've been hating my writing a lot recently which isn't good bc I want to finish a book before I graduate and I'm taking an AP english exam on the 16th, so it's awful timing. I haven't been doing the best but I'm looking forward to summer........ only 18 more days left before I'm free.... then I have summer then I'm a senior and ..yikes....;;; but I've got some summer plans! I'm going to cut and dye my hair (I just realized nothing is stopping me from getting a Guzma cut and dye... then I can dye my hair pink!! and any other color after!!!) and I'll visit a friend in alaska, then I'll get a job somewhere.......... i got no college fund........... sorry for dragging on and on!! uhhhh just expect more from me (hopefully soon..... @GuardianAngel07 i hope ur ready for more awful songfics from me.... because i've written some reeeeaaaaallll angsty and sad ones, already with u in mind!! why do you always get the worst of the bunch.......,,,) love u all! and please leave a review if u enjoyed this! I seriously would've stopped posting all together if it wasn't for some incredibly kind people (looking at you, GA07!!) and a recent review for my hannibal fic on AO3 (or rather, reviews. yes, this person left MULTIPLE. very detailed and heartfelt, and I was giddy for days after!! So if you want more, PLEASE leave a review!! it's not fun to post and feel like you're just yelling into a void!! yell back at me!)

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You were the right way I was just waiting for you to look at me Is there a wrong time? Baby, I’m guessing Just let me know He can never get a break, can he? Gokudera sighed, smoke curling past his lips into the chill autumn air. The leaves were just beginning to change color and he cursed how the light cast amber shadows over the smooth plane of your face, cursed how he couldn’t trace the honey light with his fingertips and kiss the darkness away. His tongue clicked against his teeth and he took another drag of his cigarette. Hayato tried to ignore you. He really did. But how can he, when you look as good as you do with a rose-pink blush that covers your cheeks and ears when someone cracks a joke that makes you laugh until you can barely catch your breath? How your jaw drops open in delight before you remember where you are and hide your smile with your hand– something he desperately hoped you would lose the habit of because, god, did you look pretty when you smiled– and blot away the joyful tears in your eyes? How could he not give you his complete, undivided attention when you were as sugar-sweet as you were? His jade eyes flickered back to you again, almost against his will. Your face was bright, eyes glinting in the soft light of the dying afternoon as you teased one of your friends, grinning widely as they swiped playfully at you in return. Gokudera groaned and his head slumped back against the pillar he was leaning against a little too quick, sending an unpleasant shock up his spine. “Shit,” he hissed, stomping out his cigarette on the concrete behind Namimori High and massaging the back of his skull gingerly. What a day. First, Tsuna and Yamamoto had nearly been killed on their way to school again; of course, Gokudera saved both of them, although Yamamoto he saved slightly more reluctantly. Gokudera was strong– of course he was, he wasn’t Tsuna’s right hand for nothing. He just wished he could prove to you that he was strong enough for you, too… Then, that bastard that patrolled the school like some kind of obsessive freak was on his back again. Something about being late for class. Reborn showed up and solved the matter rather quickly, but that didn’t keep Gokudera from steaming out the ears for another hour or so. But the worst part of the day? It was definitely you, without a doubt. You filled his head, turning his thoughts and coherency to cotton in his head and made his mouth as dry as summer. Summer… Gokudera remembered, during lunch period, that you had gone to the beach with him and his friends. You wore a red bathing suit. Red as the fireworks at the summer festival, where he almost told you his feelings but panicked at the last second– but that was a story for another time–and, at one point, clung to his arm to whine about how hot the sun was, and how you were definitely going to get a sunburn. When Gokudera grumbled something back to you about reapplying sunscreen you had winked at him, grinning wide and asking if he wanted to help you with that. By then, there was no doubt in his mind that his milky skin was as red as your bathing suit. From his blushing, dazed haze, you managed to squeeze a frozen lemonade and a plain vanilla ice cream out of him and his wallet. “Share?” you gently cocked your head to one side and held out the icy drink for Gokudera to taste. His mouth was incredibly dry, as it always seemed to be around you– damn you, and damn him for being so weak for you– and he hesitated. You sipped your lemonade languidly and blinked up at him, heavy eyelashes fluttering and all doe-eyed, and his chest clenched in such a way that it brought him agony and ecstasy in equal measure. “Hm?” you hummed, waiting for an answer. He opened his mouth to deny your offer when a heavy stream of melted ice cream rolled down the side of the cone and over your hand. A surprised yelp and a curse left your throat as you hurried to clean the treat off of the cone. When you switched the cone to your other hand to lick the drops of vanilla from your palm, Gokudera’s brain snapped back to being fully functional and he hurriedly agreed to sharing with you. As you complained once again about the heat and the lack of more interesting ice cream flavors at the snack bar, Gokudera thought of how silly he was being for thinking of sharing the ice cream as an indirect kiss– an indirect tongue kiss, more accurately. But more honestly, it was more like the two of you just swapped spit–but that’s not a very pleasant thing to think of, no matter how much he liked you. He wasn’t in middle school anymore; he shouldn’t be so swayed by this! He shouldn’t feel so hot and his heart shouldn’t be beating so fast. A cool ocean breeze swept your hair away from your face as you shook ice chunks in your frozen lemonade, loosening them enough to drink. Gokudera turned his gaze to the clear blue sea, his friends wading in it, and the lazy scrawl of puffy white clouds across the sky and he wondered if he could gather the courage to ask for a sip of the lemonade, too. If he was only going to get an indirect kiss, he wanted a proper one. Slowly coming out of his reverie, Gokudera realized he had been looking at you the whole time. The shade that Namimori cast over him wasn’t enough to cool his embarrassed blush and he hoped you hadn’t noticed. Gokudera nearly jumped out of his skin when something in his pocket buzzed. He fished out his phone– obviously, of course it was his phone. He must be more tired than he thought, to be startled by his own phone. [Baseball Freak] whatcha lookin at? Snapping his head up, Gokudera scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of Yamamoto. God, how embarrassing to be caught staring at his crush by the person most likely to tease him about it… [Baseball Freak] up here Yamamoto was leaning out of one of the windows of a classroom far above Gokudera’s head, waving at him without a care in the world. It was then that Gokudera remembered why he was waiting outside at all, staring at you so wistfully– Tsuna and Takeshi had to attend an after school remedial session for their poor grades… No matter how many tutoring sessions they both received from Reborn and Hayato and a variety of other eccentric characters that always seemed to appear out of nowhere, they still couldn’t retain anything they learned… especially not math. Shaking his head angrily, the silver haired boy punched out a response to him but his phone buzzed again before he could send it. [Baseball Freak] see something over there u like? I think u do~~~ aren’t they just sooo cute?? >///7///< Gokudera bit his tongue. How dare Yamamoto say that about you?! It was true, he had to admit, but his pride was hurt from being so easily caught, heart read with such dead-on accuracy that he responded the only way he knew how to. [Me] PISS OFF A rich laugh filled the air above him and only served to spur Gokudera on, cracking his knuckles, clenching his jaw, and wishing he could beat Takeshi into taking what he said back. [Baseball Freak] u know, if u don’t make a move, someone else will………….they’re so pretty and smart and nice!! who wouldn’t want to date them?~ Gokudera’s rage calmed, eerily still. He knew that someone would make a move on you if he didn’t soon. He didn’t miss the way that the boys in the class would offer to carry your bags and would do anything to get just a little closer to you to sling their arms around your shoulders, pretending to show you something in a book, and to breathe in your light perfume. Or the way that girls would bite their lips and giggle when you told a joke and how they would bat their eyelashes and tease you and play with your hair just a little too much for it to be considered strictly friendly. Hayato knew he wasn’t the only person looking to add you to his dating pool and he also knew he wasn’t the best candidate to win your heart. It was a subject that often haunted his brain late at night, a miasma of doubt and self-hatred that cut deep into his heart when no one was there to see him cry. He was too loud, too violent, and too crude for someone like you to fall for. Too dangerous. It didn’t help that Yamamoto was the polar opposite of him– warm, friendly, and kind enough to be anyone’s dream man. And it definitely didn’t help that Yamamoto often wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you into his chest when there was nothing else for him to do with his hands. That happened often and made Gokudera more broken hearted than he would ever admit. [Baseball Freak] so? r u gonna say anything to them???? Gokudera had his heart set on you but his brain told him, quite logically, that you would never like someone like him back. Whoever said that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all was a damn fool. [Me] mind ur business. Up above, there was a sigh loud enough for Gokudera to hear and he knew instantly that he had made the wrong move. He looked up just in time to hear Yamamoto call your name in a sing-songy voice, to see him through weak, orange sun rays, waving cheerfully at you. Gokudera snapped his gaze to you to see your hair bounce with each cute head turn as you looked for the source of the voice. Yamamoto called your name again and Gokudera registered that not only had he used your first name but he added a “-chan” to the end of it– what a double-crossing bastard! You found him and Hayato’s lungs felt tight, but not as a result of his chain-smoking. Your face lit up–your pretty, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous face– and you yelled back a greeting and swung your arms around wildly back at Takeshi, heels lifting off the ground in delight with your ministrations. Hayato’s gaze flickered back up to Takeshi just in time to see the brunet pointing down at him vigorously. Your sight followed Takeshi’s direction and you locked gazes with Hayato. His breath caught somewhere between his throat and chest and his heart pounded against his ribcage, furiously trying to escape this terribly humiliating situation. Just let me know As soon as you saw him, your eyes widened slightly and you gave him an embarrassed, genuine smile as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It was strange; he didn’t think that you had anything to be embarrassed about. You were deathly adorable when excited, even if it was because you were excited to see that baseball idiot. He hoped to whatever higher being that was out there– and he knew something was out there: aliens, at least– that he hadn’t imagined that sweet, pink blush that dusted your cheeks and ears and ran down your neck. He was smiling back at you, equally as shyly, before he knew it. Well, it’s been a long time Since you’ve been lonely So what will I do? You are the right one And I’m just a boy who Is looking at you “Hey, Hayato?” you called. His spine straightened, vertebra by vertebra, at the sound of your voice. You had used his first name– sure, you had been doing it for a while, but still every time you called him so endearingly, it sent hot, smoky electricity up his spine. The way the bed sheets creased under your small body and lazy afternoon sunlight dappled your visage had his head reeling. There you were, lounging and at peace with the world, in his apartment, in his bed. “What?” He didn’t mean to sound so brusque– but then again, he doesn’t mean many of the things he says with his angry disposition. Especially to you. “Why do you turn down everyone that confesses to you? Don’t you want to… well… I don’t know, fool around with someone? I mean, we’re in highschool, this is supposed to be the most reckless time of our lives, right? Why not live a little?” Your head tilted to the side, hair falling into your eyes. His fingers itched to brush it out of your face and your own fingers played with something on your phone. Probably texting, some faceless guy or girl, flirting, playing coy and– “Hayato?” He shivered, loving how his name sounded on your soft lips. “I don’t know, idiot. I’m mean, but not mean enough to do something like that to some kid stupid enough to think they like me.” He settles for brushing his own hair out of his face. You turn over on your stomach, “I guess…” Something about your tone when you say that makes Gokudera narrow his eyes in suspicion. Did something happen to you to make you upset? Why were you bringing up this topic now? Why were you bringing it up to him? “I just think it’s a waste, y’know?” you ran a hand through your hair and locked your phone, placing it to the side. Your eyes slid closed and Hayato realized how close your head was to his lap, how easily he could pet your hair and have you doze off in his embrace. You looked sleepy enough anyway– would a little nap hurt the both of you? “Hayato, don’t you know how handsome you are?” you mumbled dreamily. “You could get anyone you want, anyone, and you chose to sit here and do nothing. Why?” Hayato couldn’t think. His head was full of steel wool and his blood thrummed loudly through him. You called him handsome. You called him handsome. When his breath came back to him in a barely noticeable gasp, he couldn’t filter the words that tumbled out of his mouth. “I can’t.” “What?” your eyes slowly opened and you leaned up on an elbow, looking quizzically up at him. “I can’t get anyone I want.” “Why not?” His lungs filled shallowly and he turned his face away from you, focusing on the empty street below, through his room’s window. The sun cast golden light and deep, lavender shadows across the world and Hayato knew that if he looked at you right now, everything would go to shit. He’d see your face; all the perfections and beautiful flaws and you would see through him as if he were glass blown, see how desperate he was for you and how his insides were twisting and trembling in fear and reverence, in equal measure, of your power over him. You would recoil, disgust drawn over your lovely face in terribly sharp lines and you would see how his heart would break over and over again. “Sometimes you just can’t.” Your lips curled into a frown and his brows furrowed; he could tell that much by your silence. Unsatisfied with his answer, you huffed and threw yourself back down on the bed, the crown of your head knocking against his thigh. Your hair splayed out around your face, angelic, and Hayato was lucky that your eyes had once again shut to accept the call of the dream world, because if they hadn’t, you would’ve seen how absolutely helpless he looked, gazing at you. So what will I do? His tongue darted out to smooth over his dry lower lip and he felt the faint sting of the thin skin there– cracked. He tasted iron and swallowed thickly. Gokudera wished he was closer to you, so much closer to you than he was, but he was doubtful his heart would be able to handle that. Your breathing started to slow and Hayato found his hand smoothing over your soft hair and you jolted violently, startling the both of you. You stared up at him, eyes full of stars and planets far away, and he laughed airily. He shook his head, silently telling you, No, don’t wake up just yet, everything’s fine. You accepted this without question and closed your eyes again. This time, Hayato gently slid his hands under your head and guided you towards his lap. He arranged himself comfortably on an array of flattened pillows and stroked your hair as you lay, safe and happy in his lap. A single eye peeked at him– slyly, cat-like– before you hummed and shifted closer to him. A contented sigh slipped through Hayato’s lips and he himself started to feel drowsy. In his dreamy stupor, his hand trailed down your face, down your neck, and down, down your arm until he had your fingers gently entwined with his. Sure, it may have just been an unconscious reaction, but the way your hand squeezed his back made his dreams lovely and surreal and hallucinatory, in all the best ways. I tried the wrong way I was guessing Biding my time You are the only One I can picture By my side “Gokudera, what’s up?” Takeshi nodded at the silver-haired bomber as he approached, strangely insightful today with his clear, milk chocolate eyes. The boy in question merely grumbled vaguely, hands shoved deep in his pockets, as if he was fishing for the answer to Yamamoto’s question down there as well. “That bad, huh?” Gokudera rolled his eyes. It wasn’t rare for him and Yamamoto to arrive at Tsuna’s house before the young mafia boss could flee from it, already anxious and sweaty. Today was no different. “Hey, at least you tried, right?” Yamamoto offered a weak smile, knowing how much you meant to Gokudera. His shoulders were hiked up to his ears and Takeshi didn't miss how the hot, red ring on Gokudera’s cigarette quickly crawled down to the filter before he was tapping out another from his near-empty box and sucking on the new cigarette, lighting it with the dying butt of the used one. He tossed the old one down and ground it into the asphalt. Takeshi frowned. The baseball star shifted the bag on his shoulder uncomfortably, his bats for after school practice clinking metallically. “ … I didn't.” Gokudera kept his gaze locked on a lamp post down the block. Takeshi blinked, not expecting a response from Gokudera’s sunken frame. “What?” “I didn't try.” It took Takeshi a moment to understand what Gokudera meant before grimacing with a little more than a dash of friendly pity in his eyes. He shifted his weight from his hip, seeking to comfort Gokudera, but decided against it at the last moment. “Why?” his voice came out in a gentle rasp. Gokudera still refused to look at him, green eyes clouded and trained on a particularly colorful poster on that singular lamp post. Seconds ticked by before Hayato groaned and dragged a hand down his face, pinching his cigarette in frustration with his other hand. “I can’t! I just can’t. I know they don’t feel the same and I know I’ll break if they have to say it to my face. I can’t handle that. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle that. God, Yamamoto, I just can’t take that chance.” Being around them is– it’s just too much and too little for me to take– I’m going crazy here, driving myself in circles and spinning out, spinning my goddamn wheels because of them. It’s fuckin’ sickening but I don’t want a cure. I feel so helpless and I hate it, I never want to feel this way again. What the hell did I do to deserve this?” Gokudera’s eyes snapped shut, face contorted in agony. “I can’t tell them. I can’t. I want them to be happy. It’s better this way anyway. I’m not good enough.” Gokudera’s voice cracked on his last word before his declaration faded into the morning’s stillness. Yamamoto was insulted– his best friend talking about himself this way? Not in a million years, if he had any say in it– but Gokudera snapped at him before he could get a word in. “And don’t say shit about me being good enough, because we both know I’m not good enough for them. I’ll never be good enough, Yamamoto, that’s not me. I wouldn’t be able to hold them as much as I should, to kiss their gorgeous fucking face– I wouldn’t be able to be fucking honest, Takeshi. They deserve more than the bullshit excuses I’d spew to cover our fucking asses when we get the crap kicked out of us on a bi-weekly basis. They don’t deserve that.” Silence weighed like velvet over the two of them and the sun was now calling out songbirds, sleepy murmurs from the neighborhood beginning to wake from the heavy slumber of the night. Yamamoto didn’t know what to say anymore and Gokudera put the cigarette back where it belonged: between his lips, funneling poison straight to his lungs. “ … I don’t think it’s like that, Hayato. You’re being too harsh on yourself. I really don’t think they feel that way about you.” Hayato said nothing and kept his eyes glued to that single poster again. Yamamoto reached out and awkwardly patted his shoulder, mustering as much comfort as he could before he knew he would overstay his welcome. Hayato needed time to clear his head. “ … I’ll go inside to check up on Tsuna. Come inside soon, alright?” The response that didn’t meet him was enough to know Gokudera wouldn’t get better as quick as that. Takeshi sighed in sorrowful compassion before slowly making his way to Tsuna’s front door, carefully piecing together his cheerful mask yet again. The door shut quietly, and voices and vague, worrisome sounds came from within. Gokudera raised his hand to scrub furiously at his misty eyes, his bracelets clinking together and rings scraping his face and leaving thin, red lines around his eyes. He leaned back against the wall around his best friend’s house and his head banged against the concrete, painful and painfully familiar to something that had happened recently, involving you. “Fuck,” he hissed into the empty street. Class was boring, as it always was. There was nothing that could entertain him that was in Namimori’s curriculum. Tsuna managed to convince Gokudera to take college classes too, so that his development wouldn’t stall (and also because Gokudera being bored meant a bit more trouble for Tsuna, but he was genuinely concerned about Gokudera’s personal growth). But even those classes were much too easy for him. Something that wasn’t easy? Seeing you every damn day and not being able to do a thing about it. Getting closer, getting further, cutting you off completely– he couldn’t bring himself to do any of those. Gokudera tapped the eraser end of his pencil against his desk and sighed, staring out the classroom window into the clear blue sky. He couldn’t wait for summer again but, boy, did he like seeing you all bundled up in wool and cashmere and simply drowning in soft fabrics and cozy patterns. You were so cute with your nose red from the cold, lips burning pink from being bitten so much– he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, no, he would take this to his grave– but what he wouldn’t give to be the one to bite your lips instead, to hear you whimper and moan, just for him, and– A small collision with the side of his head brought him out of his daydreams. Curious and annoyed, Hayato brought a hand up to his hair and picked out a crumpled wad of paper. Who the hell had the balls to throw shit at him? He was still the scariest guy in Namimori (and no, Hibari doesn’t count, either). If anything, he should be terrorizing the rest of the class. Taking a less than subtle glance around the room, he caught your eyes staring at him eagerly. Taking a moment to compose himself, he averted his gaze to your note instead. Of course it was you that threw it at him. Who else? Wanna go to a bakery after school? Kyoko-chan was talking about it earlier and I can’t get it out of my head… I’ll pay if u want!! I want cake~~~ Hayato didn’t hold back the happy grin that spread over his face, sparing a glance at you, impatiently waiting for his reply, before scribbling something in his mostly neat penmanship under your barely legible chicken scratch. No need to pay. But yeah, that sounds p cool. Meet me right after school at the front gates? The teacher still had his back turned to the class, writing something that Gokudera already knew on the blackboard, droning on and on about logs and bases and inverses and irrational numbers or something equally useless. He knocked his hand back and threw from the shoulder, the small, now neatly folded note landing in the middle of your desk. You snatched it up quickly, hiding it just in time for the teacher to turn around and call on one of your classmates to answer a question. Gokudera couldn’t see you unfold the note but your arms were moving under the desk and you grabbed a pencil off the desk too. Gokudera remembered that pencil; it was thin, cute, and pink– with a brown bear on top. The bear held a red heart and its nose was in the same cute shape. There were patterns of hearts and stars in red and yellow and white, and Gokudera knew all of this because Kyoko had helped him pick it out to give it to you for your birthday. He thought giving you a gift with so many hearts was a bit forward– tactless, even– but Kyoko gave him a stern look and told him that nothing he could do would be forward enough when it came to you and, spluttering and flushed, he tried to deny his affections for you but only ended up confessing how he felt about you to Kyoko. Smiling gently like the angel she is, Kyoko let him talk her ear off about you for nearly an hour and a half. She earned a milkshake and a slice of strawberry cake for her bravery. You spun in your chair, clutching the edge of it in your small hand, and flicked the paper back to him. The message was a little more timid, he noticed. actually, can we meet on the roof after school?.. I have something I want to talk to u about, but it shouldn’t take long… We can go straight to the bakery if u don’t want to, tho!!!!! ^v^;; Gokudera recognized how you were trying to hide something from him with your overwhelming facade of consideration. Whenever you felt insecure about something, you always spent time making sure other people felt more comfortable and happy than you were, as if that would make you feel better yourself. A frown carried over his pale face and when he looked up, you were staring at him again. This time, you seemed to have carefully examined his face and your brows were furrowed. As soon as you met his eyes, you jumped, shaking your head and waving your hands to tell him, Don’t mind me, it’s nothing. Gokudera was just about to pen down a reply when the teacher turned around again and began talking to the class, not looking like he was going to turn his back on Gokudera any time soon. Hayato caught your eyes with his green ones and nodded quickly, mouthing ‘I’ll be there.’ Lunch was as it normally was. That is, filled with shouts and explosions and general chaos. However, this lunch period was noisier than it previously had been; a fact that only would have been noticed by the people present if they paid very careful attention to their volume. Gokudera noticed. Damn right, he noticed. Sure, you usually sat next to Takeshi. Sure, you had a habit of clinging to him as you laughed and whispering in his ear. And sure, sometimes you would call him Take-chan as you fed him bits of your own bentou– a fact that pissed Gokudera off endlessly. But what was different? Today you were nestled in Yamamoto’s side, tucked neatly away under his arm which alternated from wrapping around your shoulders to hold you to him and pulling you in by your waist to bring you nearly onto his lap. It stung Gokudera something awful. Watching the two of you laugh and whisper to each other felt like you had run Hayato’s heart over shrapnel and soothed his wounds with lemon and salt. He averted his jealous, but startlingly gentle gaze from you to the sky above you, willing tears not to come and cursing himself for feeling this way about you. “Hey, Take-chan!” You tugged on his shirt, the fabric over his chest, to bring his attention back to you. “Hmm?” You stole a glance at Gokudera and whispered giddily into Yamamoto’s ear. When you’re finished, Yamamoto made a sound that can only be described as pure elation, and he tugged you in even closer, tickling you in the process. You laughed and shrieked at him to stop and he only did so when you’re nearly in tears. Tsuna is having a muted conversation with Gokudera and he is trying to pay attention– honest– Gokudera is trying so goddamn hard, but it’s next to impossible when a grass-green snake hisses low in his belly over you writhing and laughing so happily in Takeshi’s lap. Yamamoto whispered hotly back into your ear and Gokudera sees something he wished he would never see from the two of you: you, with a hot blush crawling up your neck and Takeshi with his face practically in the crook of it, grinning all pearly white and eyes staring at you with such fucking dedicated tunnel vision. Gokudera wasn’t hungry anymore. Lunch ended and you gave Yamamoto one last quick hug before cleaning up your trash and putting everything away that you wanted to keep. Gokudera was slower than normal, taking all the time in the world and then some to get ready for class again. The door to the roof clanged shut and Gokudera let out a heavy sigh, eyes closed and trying to feel everything that he could– everything except his feelings, that is. He relished the cool breath of wind that blew against his face, tossing his hair around and whistling softly to him. He took account of the ground beneath him, hard and sturdy, and the sounds of teenagers filtering back into the school, complaining about their classes and each other. The one thing he didn’t hear–not until it was too late– was you. “Hayato?” you tugged on the back of his shirt, scaring him witless. He yelped like a kicked puppy and spun around to face you, composure long lost. He tried to say something but nothing left his lips; nothing coherent, at least. The hand that grasped his shirt didn’t cease touching him. It got even closer than before as you took a step, and then another, into his personal space. The height difference between you was just too much for him to handle and Gokudera felt himself simultaneously trying to pale and flush, unsure which won over in the end. Your hand slid along his waist, his side, and up his chest lightly. The smile that took root on your face was weak and bashful, even– and you bumped your forehead on his chest before you looked back up at him, an emotion he didn’t recognize dancing in your eyes. “Don’t forget, we’re meeting here after school, Hayato. You wouldn’t want to keep me waiting, would you?” Your finger tapped his chest teasingly, adding another beat to his pulse and he felt fire crawl up the base of spine at your nail scraping through his shirt. You blinked curiously up at him and his voice whispered to you, hoarse and against his will, “No, I wouldn’t.” Satisfied with that, you made sure that he had everything he had brought up to the roof with him, promptly forced him to offer his elbow to you, and curled yourself happily over his arm before leading the both of you down the stairs to finish the rest of the day’s lessons. The roof was empty except for Gokudera. As soon as school was over, he bid Tsuna and Yamamoto goodbye, telling them not to wait up for him. Yamamoto had a big, stupid grin on his face– But when does he not? Gokudera rationalized. There was something about that smile that showed that he knew more than he let on but Gokudera was much too preoccupied with thoughts of you to care. He leaned against the rails, not trusting it to hold him, careful not to put too much weight on it. He took a steadying breath. Breathe. It’s fine. Nothing’s wrong. But no matter what he told himself to stop the rapid, staccato drumming in his chest, his anxieties were not relieved in the slightest. He was afraid– god, how he was afraid. What did you want to talk to him about? Did you not want to be friends anymore? Did you grow tired of him? Did… Did you want to tell him you were dating Takeshi? “Hayato?” oh fuck Gokudera jumped. The amount of times you scared him witless was embarrassingly high. “Hey.” You smiled slightly. “Hey.” Something about you was different. Something was… off. The way your eyes drifted from him every other second before coming back to his concerned gaze was unusual, but even more unusual was the way your hands fidgeted behind your back. “So,” Hayato tried to get the words to come out. The light breeze that tossed your hair around your face in a halo didn’t help much, but he appreciated it anyway. “What’d you wanna talk about? I’m hungry as fuck.” It slipped out– Hayato’s cursing habit hijacked his mouth, nerves making him go on autopilot. At least you took it well; your eyes glinted in amusement and some of the tension between the two of you dissipated. A pink tongue darted out to soothe your dry lips and Hayato was a little too aware of it. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while, but I just didn’t know how to tell you– it’s a bit… embarrassing, so don’t make fun of me, okay?” Your mouth was set in a firm line, eyes pleading and vulnerable. “Sure.” That wasn’t the reply you wanted but it was what it was. By my side “I…” you began, then lost the words you had planned. “You?..” Gokudera offered. He wasn’t sure he was ready for what you wanted to tell him or what it entailed, but he was sure that if it meant your happiness, he would do anything at all to keep you smiling. “It’s just that… You know, I–” you fumble over your words, frustration visible on your face. Gokudera scolded himself for thinking of you in this way when you so clearly don’t want him but he can’t help it. He’s worried over your affect on him before, but he never considered how weak he is to you or how strong your natural beauty is under the glow of a late afternoon and the crinkle of your brow with your courageous efforts… courageous efforts that you try to spell out but they fail, perched above your tongue. Your soft hands come down in frustration upon the hem of your shirt and you try again, slip again, and Gokudera is privy to the realization that this isn’t something he should take lightly any longer, no matter how much it calms his nerves or keeps him from facing the possible reality of him losing you. He leans forward to grasp your hands from distressing your shirt, to keep you from distressing yourself, with full knowledge that this moment could be the end of you allowing him to be graced with your presence. Hayato decided that your momentary comfort before unleashing hell on him was worth more than a thousand lifetimes of you by his side in the masquerade mask of lukewarm passion if you backed down from rejecting him now. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” And he touched you and nearly recoiled when your face whipped up to meet his, nearly let go of you because your skin was hot as forged iron and nearly as red. He tried to let go but you wouldn’t stand for it, as you used his hands over your shoulders as leverage to place your palms, clammy and shaking, over his smooth cheekbones and bring his face down to yours. Hayato’s eyes were wide as he met your lips, glossed and smooth and clearly prepped for this specific moment, specific kiss, specifically with him and he could have withered away in embarrassment of his rough mouth and nicotine lungs if it weren’t for how warm you were against him and how securely you held him, despite how insecure you had been seconds prior. Gokudera barely has the brains left to close his eyes on the skyline of Namimori but when he does he sees stars and he kisses you back and there’s a scrape of his teeth against your bottom lip and you shiver and he groans into you and now he’s just as red, if not redder, than you are. A slick noise of separation, then the both of you don’t know how to deal with the awkward intimacy of it, or what to do with your hands, but Hayato managed to gather enough sense– or maybe he’s running on what he’s fantasized on doing after your first kiss together and is on a daydream-guided autopilot– and he brings you into a tight hug and buried his head into your wild hair. You laugh into his chest and when he tried to bring you out to ask you why, you clung to his wrinkled white shirt even more and blindly found his hands, tangled with his bracelets and rings, then laced your fingers soundly with his. Gokudera can hardly believe the kiss happened, can believe he’s still alive even less, but he’s sure you can hear the quickened palpitations of his heart and that notion does no good for his health either. You’re an absolute dream and Gokudera is ready and happy to die right there, but you pull away from him, hands still interwoven, and smile so beautifully that he is sure that angels exist and you’re the vision of seraphim, disguised as human so barely that if you were anymore angelic he would surely fall dead where he stood, kiss-dizzy and sweetly dazed. From his dazed mouth, stupidity falls out. “So what was it that you had to tell me?” You laugh and press a kiss– more confidently this time– to his collarbone. At his affirmative, stuttered, elated hum, you press another and another, up his neck and jawline and chin until you reach his lips again and he kisses you back with adoration and love and his still evolving understanding of your feelings for him. “I’m not sure how to say it any clearer,” you said with a laugh that rang like the church bells that sounded in Gokudera’s head as clearly as he imaged they would on your wedding day, as he pressed his own kisses all over your face and held you close with the intention of treasuring you as long as he had a pulse and then some. “Hayato, I really, really like you.” And that was the day that Gokudera Hayato had come to face the reality, one that he had long accepted, that he loved you more than anything and you felt the same, but most importantly, that you were the right one for him. And that he was the right one for you.

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Hi :) so which Box Weapon do you think will protect their user s/o sleep from even their user like s/o is so precious to them than their BW will not let them near the s/o so they can sleep, I imagine Kangaryuu, Gyudon and Bester being like get your own this one is our nap partner now

But who would you choose? Like from all the Box Weapons

Hello! Thank you for the interesting request, I hope you enjoy. I definitely agree with Bester, but I also think Uri and Roll would fit into this prompt as well. Bester would definitely enjoy Xanxus’ S/O’s company more than that of Xanxus. Having warmed up to S/O a lot, they can always be found strutting around S/O’s side when S/O is up and about. Bester often takes Xanxus’ place next to S/O, and it irks Xanxus to no end when it occurs that he often calls the liger back into its box. Bester enjoys it most when S/O snuggles deep into their mane, the softness lulling S/O to sleep. Whenever Xanxus looks for S/O during these times, he is usually met with Bester’s glare, almost as if daring him to interrupt S/O’s sleep.

It’s no surprise that Uri is not openly affectionate with Gokudera. However, it is completely different when Uri is with S/O. The feline is always looking for ways to grab S/O’s attention, be it resting on S/O’s lap or nuzzling into S/O’s hand while getting head pats, Uri is there for it. Its become a competition for S/O’s attention between Gokudera and Uri, with Uri always hissing and scratching its owner, and Gokudera moving Uri to the side in order to get S/O’s attention.

Being Hibari’s box weapon, Roll is extremely fond of Hibari, and this fact does not change in the scenario that Hibari has an S/O. Box animals are especially sensitive to the emotions of their owners, and the love Hibari feels for S/O is so strong that Roll in turn also holds great affection for Hibari’s S/O. Roll loves playing with S/O, taking any chance to show them their cute side. Roll, as much as the hedgehogs want to cuddle and sleep with S/O, are terrified of accidentally injuring S/O with their spikes, thus they opt to show off their skills to S/O.

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what-the-fic-khr · 2 years

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hey bronwyn! happy birthday! can i get gokudera with eyes or hair, please? just, reader being infatuated with how pretty the man is? he deserves some soft love and he really is so damn beautiful ;-;

ahhh hello anon, thank you very much!! welcome back Hayato!! he deserves,, so much love I’m just so <3 he’s about five years older in this for the sake of reader not getting their ass best lol, and I hope this is alright!! I might’ve missed the mark a little here lol more plot than prompt oops

character/s: 5yl!gokudera hayato, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 450

warnings: n/a, but reader says they love him for the first time

prompt: hayato + eyes & hair (body bonanza)

You weren’t listening at all.

You were clingy and at some point during your visit to his place, you’d all but sprawled out across his torso, resting your chin on his chest and watching, happy to listen to him talk. He could give you credit where it was due; you had been listening at the beginning. You absolutely weren’t now, though.

“Oi.”

You wobbled a little when he lifted a hip to mess up your balance on top of him before settling back down. “Ah, yeah?”

He had to strain his neck and eyes a little to look down at you from where he was laying on his bed. “You’re not paying attention.”

“Aren’t I?”

He blinked slowly, and you grinned crookedly at this.

“Sorry.”

“What’re you thinking about, then?”

Hayato huffed a little when you shimmied further up his body to be face-to-face, but still too lazy to actually lift your weight off of him.

“Watchin’ you talk… is just really distracting. You’re pretty.”

Hayato lifted a brow at this, jutting his chin up a little almost indignantly. “That’s all it was?”

You hummed, shifting some weight onto an arm so you could bring it to his face, elbow digging into his mattress.

He closed an eye as you traced his face, touch feather light. He watched a smile pull at your lips, and he breathed out softly. Sometimes the pure adoration on your face, in your eyes, took him aback. He wondered what you saw when looking at him like that. Sometimes, anyway.

Your hand finally slid into his hair, and your smile widened when he nudged his head up into your palm, just enough to be noticeable.

“You’re just so pretty, you know. Beautiful, really.”

You laughed when he huffed in embarrassment, but it wasn’t like he kicked you off or told you to stop.

Hayato made another noise when you stretch up just a little more to press a firm kiss to the corner of his eye.

“I… really love you, you know?”

His brows furrowed for a second before his attention shot you, watching closely. With another kiss to the corner of his eye, gentler this time, you pulled back and settled back down on his chest.

You smiled, content. “Don’t gotta say it back, by the way. I’m happy enough loving you like this until you can.”

Hayato’s lips parted before he grumbled a bit, wrapping his arms around you and twisting onto his side.

He didn’t say it back, but he hid his face in your hair and tightened his grip. You didn’t stop playing with his hair, either, now more for comfort than your own indulgence.

Yes. You really did love him.

#HI I hope this was alright!!#made it quite plot like lol #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr imagines #katekyo hitman reborn imagines #mine #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr x reader #gokudera hayato #gokudera hayato x reader #59 #requests #events #body bonanza

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yanderederee · 15 days

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Masterlist

𖤐FandomList 𖤐YandereEventMasterList

Tokyo Revengers

SlusheePreferences Headcanons - All

TomanBand Headcanons - multiple

StarGazing Ask - Mitarashi

PrettyBoy - Chifuyu Matsuno

Collateral - Takashi Mitsuya <yandere>

LibraryKisses - Manjiro Sano

ForeverYours - Manjiro Sano

Love,Manjiro - Manjiro Sano <nsfw>

Perfect - Manjiro Sano <nsfw/yandere>

Misguided Drabble- Manjiro Sano <ansgt>

I’mHere - Manjiro Sano <yandere>

FragileDearest › Baji x Tutor!Reader Series

CaughtOffGuard - Baji Keisuke <nsfw>

Nightmares - Baji Keisuke <angst>

Teasing - Baji Keisuke

SocialCues - Baji Keisuke <comfort>

Rest - xTimeskip Baji Keisuke <comfort>

Neurodivergent!Reader Ask - Baji Keisuke

Kuroko no Basket

LittleSnack - Atsushi Murasakibara

PurpleRosesxCandyRain - Atsushi Murasakibara <nsfw>

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

YandereEvent Oneshot - Gokudera Hayato

*WORKSINPROGRESS…

*most posts are written in Fem!Reader perspective …

*please reference my Intro Post of extra information

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rebornologist · 1 year

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♡ Misc. KHR + PIERCINGS AU ₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

totally self-indulgent thoughts and thotdump on anything related to piercings and a few khr cuties

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WARNINGS: piercings, some ideas with established relationships, mention of oral sex and sex and teeth, a whole schpiel about Gokudera as a piercer bc I got carried away... nsf/w sects under the cut!!

♡ Skull

Definitely guilty of being careless with his piercings, but he’s blessed with literal inhuman physiology so he easily overcomes every issue that arises with the aftercare. People with body mods can only dream of having it as easy as him…

He loves his body mods and I think he definitely loves other people with body mods!! Skull would get so giddy if his s/o suggested matching piercings or tattoos (I’ll save tatts for another time tho), and he enjoys changing his jewelry often for different events and sometimes literally just to show people how many holes are in his face as an absurd party trick. It’s very obvious that he has an absurd amount of metal in his body, but even he started losing track of the total over time.

There is nothing that flusters his s/o like the image of Skull absolutely worshiping their body, once he gets started he will not stop until he’s kissed them head to toe. They relish the feeling of smooth titanium contrasting with the warmth of his tongue as he runs the wet appendage over their flesh, following with open mouthed kisses and gentle bites, soft giggles escaping his parted lips as his partner squirms and curls beneath his touch.

His lip jewelry is definitely a statement piece, and there were initial mishaps with it getting caught in hair or other jewelry during particularly involved makeout sessions, so sometimes he’ll remember to remove the chain beforehand. He is a bit of a fiend for the feeling of it though, he loves his body mods and has gotten very used to the way the metal feels in and around his mouth, so he likes to have his fun with it!

The fandom seems to be obsessed with the idea of him having a dick piercing, soooo confirm/deny, y/n?

He’s quite proud of it and any extra bonus benefits it brings in the bedroom ;) However, he’s so used to piercings in general that he doesn’t think to warn his partner beforehand, so his s/o couldn’t decide if they were surprised or not when they first discovered what he was rockin’ down under.

♡ Belphegor

Bel with a tongue piercing. That’s it, that’s the post.

It gives him every excuse to urge his s/o to sit on his face any chance they get. He never keeps his stupid tongue in his mouth in his day-to-day life because he’s such a clown, but now he earns himself a flustered s/o whenever he sticks his tongue out suggestively.

Also the type to have a navel piercing; you’d get an eyeful of his lean torso, littered with scars, the crescent-shaped birthmark on his pretty waist fully visible with his pajama pants hanging loosely right below his hips, and a little shimmer of the jewelry in his navel. He most definitely will catch you staring, and will tease about it. He gets such an ego boost every time.

He’s observant, and despite hiding his eyes, being around this guy would just give you a sixth sense for when his eyes are focused on you. He’s fairly fascinated with the look of body modifications, and if his s/o had new jewelry in (perhaps even pieces that he gifted them), he would be sure to get a good long stare in, inspecting it before finally grinning ear to ear and complimenting their expensive tastes.

He seems like the type to have always wanted snakebites like every emo kid in the early 2000’s, but I can’t quite reason with him having them. Belphegor seems like the type to have an oral fixation, and that was bad news even when he wore faux lip rings, as he would absentmindedly end up gnawing on them while he was deep in thought, so the actual piercings just never worked out for him.

Also, will absolutely play with and tug on nipple piercings if available. He's a menace and you will have to stop him from chipping a damn tooth on the metal because he finds them fascinating to touch with his hands or with a more... mouth-on approach.

♡ Esper Mammon

Okay so I know it doesn’t really make sense for them because I think Mammon is kind of a wuss when it comes to physical pain, but the thought of the nation’s emo illusionist with at least some snakebites or venom piercings gives me so much serotonin so just let me have this.

The little ends of their tongue piercings would be a favorite of their partners! Their tongue piercing isn’t super obvious because their tongue stays in their mouth (except for certain occasions that only y/n would know about). They can imagine them wearing curved barbells or rings in their snakebite piercings and they just move so funnily when they’re emoting (their oh-so-common displeased face and pout) and it’s soooo frickin cute.

And to be a little thirsty up in here, the contrasting feeling of cold titanium and the way the metal knocks into your teeth when you’re making out (and Mammon gets pretty nasty when they feel like it) and the smoothness of the ball ends when you run your tongue over their jewelry never fails to send a shiver down your spine. They absolutely cannot deny that it makes their head spin, and maybe the initial piercing pain and complex healing process was worth it if the end result was this fun.

♡ Hayato Gokudera

He has quite a few ear piercings from his youth, and I can definitely see him rocking an eyebrow piercing in the future. He doesn’t think too hard about the sex appeal of it all, he just never really grew out of his emo phase clearly and still appreciates the aesthetics of it. It doesn’t soften his tough exterior at all, and he has lived his whole life not caring about how approachable he was.

That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t awaken something in him when his s/o compliments his choice of jewelry and how well his body mods suit him! The first few times they mention it, he’s a blushing mess; Later on, he takes that as a chance to show his thanks for the kind words ;)

Tattoo and piercing shop au Hayato would have me on my knees bro if he ever took up a job as a piercer, I would be a regular…

When you first walk in, the receptionist tells you that he’s the guy you booked with and initially you’re like ‘omg he’s terrifying I’m gonna die’ but then he flashes a small smile and tells you to sit and make yourself comfortable in the sterile room and he’ll be right back… and of course he returns with his hair up in a small ponytail and glasses perched on his tall nose, adjusting his black nitrile gloves before adjusting his equipment. Now you’re like, ‘oh I could get on board with this’. He doesn’t make small talk at all, but will check and double check, maybe even triple check to ensure that the marking and placement and everything is as you wish. And his hands are so steady that you take a deep breath in and breathe out as he instructs and suddenly, you’re rockin some delicious new jewelry and you’re forkin’ up a fat tip because that man is so damn foine and good at his job duh. For my voice lovin’ baddies in chat the way his voice rumbles deep in his chest when he whispers works like cat purring. I think that is the science behind it all.

#khr #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #khr x you #esper mammon #belphegor khr #gokudera x reader #hayato gokudera #khr au #skull khr #arcobaleno skull #skull imagines #gokudera headcanons #belphegor x reader #mammon x reader

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orangebutterfly · 2 years

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Gokudera Hayato

Яндере Гокудера Хаято

Гокудера Хаято/читатель/Ямамото Такеши

Алфавит

A, C, J, S

#katekyo hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn headcanons #katekyo hitman reborn imagine #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr #khr imagine #khr x reader #khr headcanons #gokudera hayato #gokudera hayato imagine #gokudera hayato x reader #gokudera hayato headcanons

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loser-tsuna · 2 years

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Fanfic Masterlist

Tsunayoshi/Readers

Somewhere in Italy (Rated M, Tsuna/Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Delicate Petals

Vongola Family Fics

Respect to the Boss (Rated G)

#khr x reader #gokudera hayato #khr #lambo bovino #sawada tsunayoshi #katekyo hitman reborn #yamamoto takeshi

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strawwritesfic · 8 months

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Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 6]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Chapter 6: Really Hot Weather

It didn’t take long for the glow of love to fade into something more like your usual personality. Well, not in the presence of a certain boy, at any rate. Tsuna and Takeshi still had to go to summer school, after all, which meant you still had to spend the majority of your days with Hayato instead. And if anyone thought that your dating Takeshi would change Hayato’s view of you, well...

“For the love of–” you said. “Could you put that thing out for two seconds? You’ve been smoking since we got here!”

“What’s it to you?” Hayato asked, taking a lingering drag on the cancer-stick in his hand. He didn’t so much as bother to look at you as he did.

“It’s already hot out here. I don’t want my lungs burning, too.”

“I don’t have to listen to you. The Tenth is my–”

“I know!”

You rubbed your temples. For goodness’ sake, why did Hayato have to be so irritating? It wasn’t as though you actually enjoyed being ticked off at him, but his attitude combined poorly with the heat. In a tone of forced patience you said:

”I know that you only listen to Tsuna. But secondhand smoke isn’t good for other people, and it’s really rude–”

“Gokudera! [Name]!”

You looked around as Tsuna’s voice called out to you from across the school grounds. He and Takeshi had been let out just in time; four on the dot, and right before Hayato gave serious consideration to stuffing his cigarette down your throat to shut up.

Speaking of, Hayato stood up a little straighter as the other two boys approached.

“Were you waiting long?” Tsuna asked worriedly.

“Not at all, Tenth!”

You rolled your eyes. Determined to ignore Hayato’s gushing, you grinned as Takeshi arrived, then grabbed his arm.

Takeshi slid his arm around you. “Nice to see you, too. And how was your day?”

“I’m really beginning to hate summer school,” you said with a pout. “Hayato is so mean to me all day without you there to protect me.”

“Like hell I am, woman!” Hayato said.

You winced. You had thought he would be too busy with Tsuna to hear you. Quick as tack, you changed tactics.

“For that matter, my name isn’t woman!” you shot back. “It’s [Name], and you’d do well to remember it.”

“Like I’d go out of my way to remember the name of any girl that idiot would want to date!”

You opened your mouth to send another scathing insult Hayato’s way, but Takeshi stopped you by stepping in between you and Hayato.

“Hey, now. I think the two you have seen enough of each other for one day.”

“We’ve all seen enough of her for our entire lives,” Hayato muttered.

You scowled and took a step forward, but Takeshi laid one hand on your shoulder and pushed you back, smiling.

“And it’s really hot out,” he continued as if Hayato had not even spoken. “So I think I should take [Name] home and make sure she’s okay…and that she doesn’t bother Gokudera anymore,” he added at the look on Hayato’s face.

“Are you sure, Yamamoto?” Tsuna asked, looking slightly nervous as he looked from one boy’s face to the other.

Takeshi laughed, pulling you closer. You gave Tsuna a small smile yourself. It was quite a struggle not to betray that the heat was so bad you already wanted to shove your own boyfriend about ten feet away from you.

“Sure thing, Tsuna!” Takeshi said. “We’ll come by this evening to finish our homework, okay?”

“If you say so. Bye, Yamamoto. Bye [Name].”

“Bye, Tsuna!” you called as Yamamoto steered you away. “Don’t let Hayato annoy you too much!”

And with that, you pulled on Yamamoto’s hand and ran off down the sidewalk before you could hear Hayato’s retort.

******

“Ugh. It's so hot,” you said.

About thirty minutes after escaping from the nefarious clutches of Hayato, you were around lounging in your grandmother’s living room. Truth be told, it wasn’t much cooler there than it had been outside the school. You had your legs draped over the back of the armchair as you fanned your face with a decorating magazine.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Takeshi said. He sat a few feet away at the kitchen table, a no-longer-sweating water bottle clutched in one hand. “Does it not get this hot where you live?”

“Not this hot. This is ridiculous. We need a way to beat the heat.”

“Well, you could always take more clothes off.”

You sat up, ready to gape at Takeshi for giving you such a strange suggestion. It took you several seconds to realize that your grandmother had walked into the room and the suggestion had come from her.

“Grandma!” you said indignantly.

“What? You’re practically naked anyway,” she said, eyeing the outfit you were wearing, which really was not that impressive as far as public nudity went, seeing as it consisted of your bathing suit top and a pair of shorts.

“I like it,” Takeshi said with a smile.

“Trust me, kid, you’d like her even more with it off,” she said as she pulled a chair out and plunked herself down next to him. “If you’re going to wear that little, [Name], you might as well go whole hog and do it.”

You paled.

Takeshi laughed. “It? What are you talking about?”

“Then again, you’re supposed to do that to warm up, and I guess that wouldn’t really help today.” She looked over at you still splayed across the chair. “Still, might be fun, if you can get this one to understand the basics.”

“No,” you said flatly. It was too hot to get riled up at her, and there would be no harm done anyway since Takeshi seemed to have no idea what she talking about.

Your grandma shrugged. “Maybe some other time, like when you come for Christmas break.”

“Hey, I have an idea!” Takeshi said.

“Really?” your grandmother asked as you said, “What is it?”

Instead of answering, he stood up and walked toward the door. “You’ll see. Be right back!”

******

Takeshi returned fifteen minutes later. He was not out of breath in the slightest, though you could not say the same for yourself after you opened the door to find your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and carrying what looked to be a very overstuffed bag.

“Um…” you tried.

“I’m back!” he said.

He slipped around you into the mildly air conditioned house, but he did not stay there for long. Before your grandmother could even remark upon your good taste in men’s butts, he slid the back door open and stepped outside. You blinked after him, shut the front door, and followed.

When you arrived, he was already busy with his plan. There, sitting in the middle of your yard, was an inflatable kiddie pool, already blown up and being filled with water from the hose.

“Like it?” Takeshi asked.

You nodded.

“See, I thought this might make us a little cooler, and we wouldn’t have to take off all of our clothes like your grandma suggested.”

“Right,” you said.

“Go ahead and put the rest of your swim suit on while I finish this up. I promise it’ll be ready by the time you’re back.”

“Back in a flash!”

You could not rush to your bedroom, close the door, and get your bottoms on fast enough, it seemed. True to his word, the pool was full to the brim with water when you returned to the yard. Takeshi remained exactly where you’d left him, and when he caught sight of you, he grinned.

“Ta-dah!”

“It’s amazing! Great idea, Takeshi!”

“It is,” he agreed. “There’s just one thing missing.”

“What’s that?”

“You!”

Before you could react, before you could defend yourself, he picked you up and threw you gently into the pool. You blinked away the water from the splash and glared up at him.

“Takeshi!” you shouted.

When he continued to laugh instead of apologize, you grabbed his arm and tugged him in after you. Needless to say, you both arrived late to Tsuna’s…late and very wet.

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