#someone save aran PLEASE

[annellspethraven]

It all started here. I woke up and looked at 'my' Discord server for the bloated tic of a fanfic (hey that rhymes, neurospicy two seconds!) I write with my partner SonaBeanSidhe, Aran Thranduil's Dining Hall. There hadn't been enough tea yet so the natural response was 'wth is this?' Well, THIS was going to Hoover my next two days and counting. Just visit the post, dear friends of the writing persuasion and you would see (I'll save you time because I'm nice this way) that there are many screenshots supporting just what the meme says: This Instagram OP knows a writer who found herself in a steaming pile of mess with the Google Docs TOS (which is really also the Google Drive TOS, making it somewhat difficult to locate said TOS. I'll save you more time. Here:

This information comes from https://support.google.com/docs/answer/148505#zippy=%2Csexually-explicit-material So, it was the act of sharing the files, not having created or stored them that triggered what had happened. Okay, still not reassuring. In the meantime, I was concerned enough to post what had happened to r/FanFiction. Within minutes, my post had been frozen by the mods there. I can see their concern. I believe they had only seen the meme-like first screen of the Instagram post, and it does come off like a bad Snopes Fail. They asked me for more proof. The first thing I did was a search for previous instances of Google having frozen Drive accounts previously. They are limited, but they exist. The concern here had to do with the current lack of information as to why the action happened, and whether we who collectively authored and had shared Docs with explicit content were about to have our Drive accounts fall before the scythe of an overzealous AI rollout on the part of Google. Which led to the second part of this. My first response to the mods was as follows:

A little while after I sent this, an update appeared on the Instagram OP's account (easy to find) so I added this:

The salient point of the update was that the author had received restored access to her Drive, but NOT the Doc that had started the entire difficulty. I waited for a response. And waited, and waited. In the meantime, I had no means to add to, respond to, anything to my original post or defend myself against some fairly sharp initial criticisms leveled against me by individuals who clearly hadn't read anything beyond the initial meme. Special. While I understand a sub this large likely has a lot of messages to field, I also felt that given they managed to freeze my post in a matter of minutes, they were really taking their time responding. So I weighed in on Instagram with a message of support. If nothing else is taken away, please take this: Back up your files. It's easy to create an alt Google account; this other account will have its own Drive storage. Share your folders and files with yourself. If you don't already realize, in Docs under the File dropdown menu the third option is Make A Copy. If you have shared the original document 75 times, you won't have shared that copy at all. Consider backing up your works to Indie platforms like Get Hermit, Ellipsus and The Quill. There may be others. Your own external hard drive is also a very good idea. But wait, you ask. What about just using MS Word, or having copies as a PDF file in the Adobe cloud? Not so fast, my friend. Look at Microsoft and Adobe's TOS regarding sexually explicit content...you'll get an unpleasant surprise. I did. In the meantime, a third update came from the OP on Instagram shedding far more light as to what had likely gone wrong. She had shared the Doc with she guessed 18-20 people as beta readers. The belief is now that one of these persons actually turned her in to Google via their abuse form. To quote one of the commenters on that update: "I heard from an agent that Google will only do this to your account if someone reports it. Google isn’t scanning docs for explicit content (except maybe images), but yeah, for this to happen, someone had to report her document to Google." This felt like a relief...and yet is still packaged inside a cautionary tale. How many of us have shared by 'whoever has this link'? I have, or rather, I had. I revoked all such permissions to all large stories and folders in favor of my few trusted long-time friends and beta readers. The works are on AO3. I don't need those Docs links to be free floating all over the place, not after seeing what can happen. I was on vacation in England some years prior when I realized I had lost the ability to send out all outgoing Gmail. It took me several days to figure out what had gone wrong and nearly lost me my ability to receive Covid test results at a time when that was a travel necessity...almost disastrous. Fortunately I had multiple email accounts and could work around the problem. Which brings me to the last of this.

While including the subreddit mod's responses here may seem retaliatory/petulant on my part...I'm at best miffed at their shortsightedness, maybe mildly insulted, mostly shaking my head at the fact that there is something to have been learned here that could have affected any one of us. No one was spreading misinformation. Something had indeed happened. The source of it had been unknown at the time of posting. Had they left my post alone I would have gladly redacted as it unfolded; the reason for placing it on that sub was not to create a giant stir but to let others know of the risk of this happening at all and to encourage backing up that which most writers invest a considerable amount of their emotional well-being; the safety of their written works. Yes, I'm neurodivergent. No, I don't always see the world as others do. No, I still don't think this difference allows the response to be interpreted as much other than a slight and working against the interests of authors (I'm on their side and last I checked, readers need the authors to have the things that are written in order to have the things to read. Just saying). Whatever, what really matters is, if you feel this is worth sharing, share, take away the important bits, and if someone out there just wants to write it up in 3 sentences so it isn't a tl;dr, do that too.

Have a Googly day, to all near and far, in these times in which we live...>.>

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🦊 Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Manager Being s Foreign Exchange Student

Inarizaki x foreign manager (English as a 1st language)

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request! Update: my neck is slowly healing but I'm managing to write 1/2 headcannons a day! I'm thankfully about a week ahead so I'm hoping this gives me enough time to heal and keep ahead!

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Ok I just imagine being a foreign exchange student would be scary enough

But like being a foreign exchange student, managing the boys volleyball team AND attending Inarizaki 👀

Oof 😬

First off, Aran and Kita are so accepting

Aran definitely questions why you came to Inarizaki of all places 😅

Kita is totally one of those people that the school places new students with

Like he can walk backwards and direct attention to things without even a second thought 🙌🏻

I forgot to mention that this is your third year, which thank god 🙏🏻

Imagine if Atsumu had gotten ahold of you first 😅

Anyways, Kita begins to show you the lay of the land

Basic customs and etiquette that is practiced daily in school and in Japan

It's all very interesting!

Where you come from is very different from your new surroundings and a bit intimidating honestly

Kita will introduce you to Michinari and Omimi next

He's slowly integrating you yn 😊

Michinari is super interested in comparing cultural differences

Please he watches public television daily and his favorite shows are the travel shows ✋️

Omimi is more interested in you personally

Your likes? Dislikes? How you ended up here?

It's honestly a great introduction to high-school in a different country

Unfortunately for you YN, you can't have nice things 🙃

Now you are pretty fluent in Japanese but let's just say English is your first language

You have a basic knowledge and understanding down but it's different in practice

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687 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#4

UPDATED: VISUAL CHAT ADDED 🙌🏻

Team Japan's Group Chat: Someone's Following Me

A/N: I promise I'm going to learn how to do text and social media posts 😅 when I reopen requests, there will be a text or headcannon option! Just bare with me, I still hear the dial tone internet connection in my head daily 🤣

YN: Guys 👀 hey can someone come get me?

Yaku: what's wrong YN?

YN: So I just left the coffee shop and there's someone following me

Komori: what coffee shop?

Atsumu: Bokuto, Hinata and I are already in the car!

Sakusa: You don't even know where she is!

Ushiwaka: are you on a public street YN?

Aran: YN you can FaceTime us if you need too

Iwaizumi: if anyone messes with my girl istg!

Sakusa: hold up 🤚🏻your girl?

Hinata: just about to say that 🤨

Iwaizumi: I said what I said 😐

YN: Jesus christ I'm over here trying to dodge a potential kidnapper and you are arguing over me

Kageyama: if we don't save YN now she'll probably go missing

Habuka: RIP YN

YN: WTFUDUCJSJDHDB KAGS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Hakuba 😫😫😫😫😫😫

Kageyama: what? Haven't you ever seen Law and Order: SVU

Yaku: I mean, he has a point YN

Hoshiumi: what did I miss?

Komori: YN's got a creeper following her, iwaizumi said she's "his" girl and Kageyama is convinced YN's going to be the next victim of a serial killer

Atsumu: seriously Hoshiumi keep up

Hoshiumi: I hate it here 😒

Hyakuzawa: did we all just forget YN's in danger??

Yaku: oh yeah...

Aran: YN, are you near a police station?

Ushiwaka: if you need help, just scream YN

Bokuto: YN WHERE ARE YOU

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715 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅

Our Adorable Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima

Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x GN manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is an Anon request and THE LAST REQUEST!!! It's taken 2 months but here we are 👏🏻 I'm going to be opening requests for chats scenarios and headcannons in June so be on the look out!

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First off, can we just talk about how big this man is ✋️

Seriously, he's 6'3" and like bulky

Yet he just glides thought the air like a freaking flying squirrel

I mean, COME ON 👇🏻

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800 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

😍Miss Manager is Adorable 😍

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is a request from @times-new-roman-in-pastel! This was requested in addition!

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How does one describe Inarizaki 🤔

Hmm words like scary, intimidating and strong come to mind

The essence of a power house

Plus Atsumu 😅

Please I'm barely starting and I can't resist 🤣

Let's be honest, they are blunt, loud, outspoken and super intimidating

Kita says whatever is on his mind, Atsumu and Osamu have no filters

Suna is essentially the Tsukishima of Inarizaki

Omimi is just like Ushijima 😐

There is literally nothing soft about Inarizaki

That is 👀 until they met you 🥰🌈🌸

Being a new student at Inarizaki is hard on its own, but when you are the most adorable, softest human on earth 🥺

Well it's extremely difficult

Their uniforms are dark colors mixed with some white

Nit really your style but thankfully there is some room to accessorize 💅🏼

Some adorable tights with hearts or bows

A colorful hair ribbon 🎀

Maybe a colorful necklace or undershirt 😍

Sorry YN but you stick out like a sore thumb

But hey, sticky out isn't all bad right?

Definitely not 🤩

You get alot of attention for both females and males in your class as well as above and below you

You're a second year- forgot to mention that 🙃

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809 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Inarizaki 2nd Years

Being Protective of Miss Manager

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852 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

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[ermakeys]

An Essential Aspect Of Gravity Is Not Being Afraid To Fall

This is Chapter 4.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

AO3

Chapter 4: Mandalore

The bro squad goes to Mandalore and Aran realizes life isn't fair.

The firespray was silent.

Aran sat on the floor of the passenger area, arms resting on their knees and staring straight ahead. They felt so… empty. And full at the same time. So, they sat here. Hoping that it would all go away. That the storm would pass.

Just like when they were little.

They didn’t acknowledged the quiet footsteps of someone approaching. They didn’t react when someone sat down next to them, their shoulder touching Aran’s. They just sat there.

The silence stretched on.

Like the quiet before the storm.

Aran shuddered at that thought. Reminded them too much of the time before their ba’buir. The time before Kaert.

“I don’t want to go back to Mandalore,” they whispered and whoever sat beside them made a humming noise. Aran swallowed, trying to get the words out. They felt like they were choking on them, but they had to come out or they would suffocate under the pressure. “There are too many memories from… from before my ba’buir adopted me. I can’t, but I need-.”

Aran made a strangled noise, bowing their head and resting their helmeted head in their hands. An arm was carefully placed around their shoulders and Aran shuddered under the touch. They didn’t know if they wanted to lean in or rip themself away.

“The New Mandalorians won’t let me into their city,” they rasped and tried to curl up even smaller. “They’ll think I’m Death Watch because I refuse to take off my helmet. And it doesn’t matter how I feel about the karking planet, they won’t let me enter because I’m a True Mandalorian.”

They squeezed their eyes shut.

Their ba’buir had raised them in the fashion of the True Mandalorians. Keeping the helmet on wasn’t one of the tenants of the Super Commando Codex. It was something Aran had chosen for themself. A shield against the world. A shield to protect themself against anything and anyone. They just couldn’t.

“I can try making a few calls. I’m sure the rulers of Mandalore would like to be on the good side of a potential chancellor.”

Chad.

Aran scoffed and their hands curled into fists. The ‘New Mandalorians’ wouldn’t allow it. They were too pleased with themselves and their new form of government that they didn’t even see their own flaws or how rigid and uncompromising they were. No wonder they had problems like Death Watch breathing down their necks.

“Hey, we’ll find a way, Aran,” Chad murmured, giving a light tug. Slowly, Aran slumped into Chad’s side and allowed their friend to wrap both arms around them. “We’ll talk with Purse and Kit when we get close and think of something.”

Chad laughed and shook both of them with the force of his laughter.

“I mean, look at us, bro! Together we helped defeat a sith lord from taking over the galaxy! How hard can it be to enter Sundari?”

Aran couldn’t laugh. They would have before, but with their ba’buir gone now… It felt like all laughter had been sucked out of their chest.

“Why do you think he didn’t tell me?”

They felt Chad take a deep breath beside them.

“I don’t know, bro. You’d know your ba’buir better than I would, but maybe he didn’t want to worry you? Fett said that your ba’buir was missing home.”

Aran snarled, pushing Chad away. They scrambled to their feet and growled, “If he didn’t want me to worry, he shouldn’t have just disappeared! I need him! He can’t just-! I can’t-!”

Aran roared and clutched at their helmeted head, panting and trembling. Keep it together. They had to keep it together. Control. They had to be in control.

“How can he just choose to enter my life and then leave?” Aran demanded and began to stalk back and forth as Chad stood up as well. They pounded a fist against their chest as their voice rose in volume. “He saved me from a father who beat me and a mother who manipulated me! He and Jango were the only ones I had after ba’buir took me away! He named me his child! Helped me choose my name and gave me this karking armor! He taught me everything!”

Aran spotted the pair of pale green canes and grabbed them in one hand before hurling them to the floor and roared, “I fought and bled for him! I would die for him! I love him as my true ba’buir!”

The canes clattered against the durasteel floor and Aran stood over them as they howled, “Did it mean nothing!? Why would he abandon me now? I need him!”

Their chest heaved as they sucked in air. Their entire form shook as they stared down at the pair of green canes. Hidden spears. A gift for helping a village that had been terrorized by a cruel bounty hunter. Aran had hunted down the bounty hunter themself with minimal help from their ba’buir. Kaert had been so proud.

“I need him…” Aran whispered and wrapped their arms around themself. Anything to try and stop the tremors as sobs tried to force their way out. They squeezed their eyes shut in attempt to stop the tears, but they wouldn’t stop. They leaned into Chad when they felt his arms come around them again. “I need my ba’buir, Chad. I’m afraid to face the world without him.”

“We’re here for you, Aran,” Chad mumbled and Aran tightened their grip on him. If they could, they would burrow into him. Hide somewhere where the galaxy couldn’t hurt them again.

“We’re approaching Mandalore,” Kit called from the cockpit and Aran flinched in Chad’s arms. Slowly, they pulled themself away from Chad until the only thing connecting them was Aran’s hand curled in his. They reached for a handle and held on as the ship exited hyperspace with a shudder.

“I’ll find a way for you to be able to enter Sundari, Aran,” Chad promised, tightening his grasp on Aran’s hand. He smiled brightly when Aran scoffed weakly. “Trust me, bro!”

—

Aran thought they were going to pass out when the ramp lowered and they stepped out of their firespray. The glaring sun of Sundari and the arid air made them shudder and they stared at the sight of the Mandalorian city in front of them. Despite being under a dome to shelter the inhabitants from the desert and sun, it was warm.

The sight was revolting.

“Not as hot as Tatooine,” Purse commented as he followed down the ramp, looking around curiously. Chad and Purse had forgone their helmets and Kit followed without his billowing jedi cloak. “Looks nice enough.”

Aran let out a mirthless chuckle.

“Don’t let the pretty veneer fool you,” Aran drawled and narrowed their eyes when they saw their welcoming committee enter the dock they had landed in. “The New Mandalorians may preach peace, but they are just as corrupt and easily twisted as anyone else.”

Kit tilted his head in honest curiosity and asked, “Didn’t the New Mandalorians advocate for peace? Isn’t peace preferable over constant bloodshed?”

“Death Watch was too violent. The New Mandalorians claim they only want peace,” Aran muttered as the welcoming committee came closer. They stepped back to stand behind Kit and slightly to his right. “Yet the True Mandalorians won the Great Clan Wars. All while preaching peace.”

“Welcome to Sundari,” the official leading the welcoming committee declared with a nervous smile. He was flanked by two guards, but despite that protection, he fiddled nervously with his hands. “Duchess Satine could not great Kenobi’s envoys herself, but wishes you have a pleasant stay here.”

Kit folded his hands in the sleeves of his robes and smiled pleasantly.

“Thank you for the warm welcome. It is appreciated.”

The two smiled at each other. And waited. Aran would have been amused by how nervous the official became as Kit simply smiled patiently. Kit had the patience of a sarlacc and could probably outlast all of them if he put his mind to it.

“My apologies, master jedi,” the official stammered with a stuttering laugh. “What is your destination? My orders were to guide you within the city.”

Kit waved one hand and said, “There is no need. I have a guide with me.”

Aran stiffened when the official’s eyes flicked over to them. His expression soured a little as he frowned and he argued, “I don’t think our people would feel easy letting a member of Death Watch-.”

“They’re not Kyr’tsad,” Purse interrupted the official with a sneer. The official’s eyes widened when Purse stalked closer and jabbed a finger at his chest with each following word. “Just. Because. Someone. Wears. Beskar. Doesn’t. Mean. They’re. Kyr’tsad.”

The guards started to move and Purse glared up at them as if daring them to touch him. Until Chad pulled him back and the two began to bicker in hushed whispers. Kit reached back to place a hand on Aran’s shoulder and declared, “Thank you for your kind offer, but as you see we have everything covered.”

The official opened his mouth to say something, but Kit breezed past him, tugging lightly at Aran to follow. They stuck close to Kit’s side as Chad and Purse walked after them and Aran glanced back in time to see Purse make a rude gesture at the official who let out an indignant squeak. That made the frown under their helmet lighten a little and a small smile twitch into place.

“So, where are we headed?” Chad asked as they exited the dock. Aran stared into the busy streets of Sundari around them. The architecture of Sundari was tall and square with sharp edges. Many of the designs evoked old Mandalorian patterns and imagery, but at the same time the shielded dome made Aran want to curl in on themself. It felt suffocating.

“Jango said to take a speeder to these coordinates within the city,” Aran said and led their friends to the closest speeder taxi. Aran gave the address to the driver while the rest of them piled in. It had to be a rather strange sight for him, but he stared a moment and then filtered into traffic.

“I still can’t believe you’re on a first name basis with Fett,” Purse grumbled from where he was squeezed between Kit and Chad. He leaned forward to peer around Kit and glared at Aran. “You’d think that might be something you’d tell us. I never saw you even twitch or react in any way to us clones.”

Aran shrugged and drawled, “Why should I have? Yes, you might look like Jango, but you’re all different individuals.”

Chad laughed from his seat and asked, “How did you get to know him?”

“My ba’buir introduced us,” Aran slowly admitted, hands curling into fists. Thinking of that time made their heartrate pick up. There were good memories, but mostly bad ones of that time. Kit seemed to sense their tension and wrapped one of their hands in his. “Helped me with my training and then helped Kaert… ‘adopt’ me.”

Purse frowned at Aran’s tone.

“Why does ‘adopt’ sound like Kaert and Fett kidnapped you?”

“I was willing to, but my guardians were not willing to let me go,” Aran explained with a sneer under their helmet. “Ba’buir and Jango didn’t give them a choice.”

The speeder taxi slowed and Aran and their friends peered outside. And stared.

“Is this the right place?” Chad asked, leaning across Purse and Kit to look out Aran’s window.

“Excuse me,” Kit called to the driver. “What is this place?”

The driver gave them a confused look before he said, “The Sundari archives. These are the coordinates you gave me.”

Aran opened the door and stepped out, staring up at the large building. It reminded them of the entrance of the jedi temple with the steps leading up except instead of the banner of the jedi hanging in front there was a mural of Mandalorian history along the sides of the entrance and the top. Unlike the jedi temple, there were no guards at the entrance of the archives. Instead, to Aran’s surprise, they spotted a pair of strill lounging at the top of the steps.

“Alright, why did your ba’buir come to a library?” Chad asked and Aran shrugged. His guess was just as good as theirs. They’d never learned everything about their ba’buir. This was turning into one of those mysteries for them to solve.

Aran climbed the steps with their friends and kept a careful eye on the two strill at the front. Behind them, they could hear Purse and Chad make gagging noises and they glanced back to see them covering their noses with their hands. Purse gagged and demanded, “How can you stand the smell of those?”

They passed the two strill that barely acknowledged them with anymore than a slow blink of their drowsy eyes and Aran drawled, “I lived with one for a long time, but usually human men tend to find the smell of them very unpleasant.”

“Unpleasant is such an understatement, bro.”

They stepped through the great open doors of the archives and looked around. Rows and rows of archive shelves filled a great hall with tables scattered throughout and people browsing the archives. At the front, a circular reception table was manned by two archivists and Aran stepped up to them. The two glanced up from their work and did a double-take at the sight of the four of them.

A Mandalorian in full armor which hadn’t been seen in Sundari since the Great Clan Wars, two clones and a jedi. Somewhere that was probably the beginning of a joke.

“I am looking for Rovhoss,” Aran stated and the two archivists wary expressions shifted to surprise. They glanced at each other and Aran tensed. What did that look mean? Why had their wary looks changed?

“Of course,” the female receptionist said with a small smile. She at least still looked a little nervous looking up at them. “And you are a friend? Relative?”

Aran blinked a few times, staring silently.

“Child.”

Why did that answer seem to make the receptionists even more nervous? The female receptionist jumped to her feet, bowing and exclaimed, “Oh! We’ll let Archivist Rovhoss know you’re here right away. Until then, my colleague here will take you to one of our conference rooms.”

Said colleague paled at her words as she made a shooing gesture at him and he hurried to step out from behind the circular reception desk. His hand shook as he gestured ahead of himself and squeaked, “If you don’t mind following me!”

Aran glanced back at confused looking Chad, Purse and Kit. What the kark was going on? They followed the receptionist through the archives as he babbled, “The Sundari archives are relatively new in the grand scheme of things as you can probably tell. The city itself was rebuilt multiple times in the last few generations as the wars tore not only our society but also our homes apart.”

He glanced back at Aran with a nervous smile and added, “It is thanks to House Rovhoss that we even have an archive that dates back as far back as it does. The Duchess is always most grateful for the support House Rovhoss provides her and the people of Sundari by granting them free access.”

Aran followed silently and Kit lengthened his stride to walk beside them. They leaned close as the receptionist continued about the state of the archives and whispered, “Did you know about House Rovhoss?”

They shook their head and muttered, “Ba’buir gave me his house name. We never talked about any other family members. It brought back… painful memories.”

Kit opened his mouth to answer when the receptionists comm chimed and he listened to it for a moment. The receptionist turned into a new direction and said, “My apologies, Archivist Rovhoss said she would receive you immediately.”

She? Aran glanced at Kit who frowned as well. Finally, Aran gave a small shrug. They would get answers from this archivist.

The receptionist took them through a locked door after typing in a key, leaving the great hall and they walked through a smaller hall with fewer people. Aran blinked in surprise when they spotted a few strill lounging in the smaller hall at the feet of archivists working or sprawled across the floor. The door the receptionist took them too even had a strill painted on with sharp eyes watching over a tome.

Somebody liked strill a lot.

The painted door opened after the receptionist pressed a button and Aran followed him into a large office. They stopped just inside to take a moment to take in the busy room. Books, scrolls, datapads and artifacts littered any surface in the office filled with shelves on each wall.

The large desk was no exception where an older woman looked up from a datapad she had been looking at. Her graying hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that draped over her shoulder onto her magenta robes. Her stern frown lightened a little when she spotted Aran and their companions before she scowled again and said, “You may leave, Orn. Thank you.”

Orn the receptionist looked relieved and fled the office and the door slid shut behind him. The room fell silent. The woman stared at them and Aran stared right back. They didn’t know how to react. They’d asked for Rovhoss, but who was she? They twitched when she demanded, “Judging by your appearance and companions, I can assume you are Aran, correct?”

Aran inclined their head slowly and said, “I am. I had asked for Rovhoss at the reception, but I do not know who you are.”

She wrinkled her nose at their words and scoffed, muttering something under her breath. She stepped around her desk and waving at the four of them to find a seat on the two couches and chair that were littered with books and datapads, declared, “It does not surprise me. Kaert always was tight-lipped. For good reason, but sometimes it made me want to beat the information out of him.”

Aran who had been halfway to sitting down on a couch with Chad, froze at the mention of their ba’buir’s name. She had moved a book from her cushioned chair to her desk and sat down, crossing a leg and folding her hands in her lap with an expectant look. Aran sat down as Kit and Purse occupied the other couch and asked, “How do you know Kaert?”

The woman raised a brow and drawled, “Manners, ad’ika. I believe introductions are in order first.”

Aran sneered under their helmet at her words, but Kit leaned forward with a smile.

“My name is Kit Fisto,” he introduced himself and her sharp gaze moved from Aran to the Nautolan jedi. “These are our friends, Chad and Purse. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance…”

He trailed off with a small gesture towards her. She considered him with a haughty expression and answered, “I am Shevla Rovhoss, director of the Sundari archives.”

Her gaze returned to settle on Aran and they tensed under her scrutiny.

“And to answer your question: I am Kaert’s daughter.”

It felt like the floor disappeared beneath Aran’s feet. Their heart lurched and it felt like their armor was pressing down on them. They struggled to hold their composure.

“He… daughter?” Aran managed to choke out. A daughter. Kaert had a daughter. A family beyond Aran that they hadn’t known about. That Kaert had never talked about.

They felt small and fearful like a child. Like the child they had left behind all those years ago when Kaert had taken Aran away. Had Kaert not… trusted them? Why would he hide this from them? Why…?

“I can tell he told you nothing. The old fool could never let old habits go,” Shevla grumbled with a dark scowl. She shook her head with a heavy sigh. “During the war, our house held a neutral position, but my buir believed in the Jester Mereel of the True Mandalorians. It was arranged that my buir would become a double agent.”

Her fingers began to drum across her knee as her eyes took on a distant look.

“The New Mandalorians believed he was their spy when he was fleecing them for every piece of intel they had. When the True Mandalorians were broken…”

Shevla’s voice trailed off and he hands curled into fists. Aran felt their own insides turn cold with anger. They could remember the story. Their ba’buir had told it often enough as a cautionary tale. They had seen the sorrow in Kaert’s eyes. Shevla’s identical eyes turned hard with her own anger and she snarled, “Kaert wasn’t there when the True Mandalorians were destroyed. He blamed himself and decided to leave and grieve for the fallen. We decided it was better not to be in touch in case the New Mandalorians decided he was a traitor after all.”

“And then he found me,” Aran breathed and Shevla nodded. They felt like they were shaking. It made sense. Kaert not saying anything made sense and yet they could still feel their chest aching with a mixture of hurt and betrayal. “Where is he?”

Shevla flinched and Aran straightened, alarmed. She took a deep breath and murmured, “He came here to ask me for a favor. Buir wanted to surprise you once it was done, but…”

Her words faltered as her expression twisted into one of grief and for the second time in the conversation Aran felt like the floor vanished under their feet.

“Kaert won’t wake up anymore.”

—

The med droid fled the room the moment Aran appeared in the doorway with Shevla and their friends. Shevla stepped inside to look over the monitor and ran a hand over the strill’s head that lay at the foot of the hospital bed. The ancient strill didn’t even lift her head. Just whined and her tail flopped a few times.

Aran couldn’t take their eyes off of Kaert.

Their ba’buir.

He lay in his hospital bed, connected to a machine that breathed for him. Aran remembered him being larger than life with an easy smirk and loud laugh. Now he was silent and so… small.

Tiny. Fragile.

“Aran.”

They flinched at the quiet murmur beside them and glanced to the side to see Kit take their hand and give it a squeeze. They were shaking within their armor. They couldn’t speak. Something clogged their throat and no sound could come out. Kit squeezed Aran’s hand again and asked, “How can we help?”

How could they help?

Aran wanted their ba’buir back. They wanted him to wake up and explain why he hadn’t said anything. They wanted to get him up out of that bed and hug him and…

“Don’t…” Aran started in a weak whisper and swallowed when their voice broke. “Don’t let anyone else in.”

Kit nodded and released Aran’s hand as they took a small step further into the room. The door slid shut behind them and Aran tapped the controls of the room, so the windows darkened and no one could look in or out.

They took another small step forward and stopped at the foot of the bed. Hands shaking, they pulled off one glove and held it up to the strill’s nose. Her nose twitched and Aran whispered, “Hey Vaar’ika.”

Vaar’ika raised her head and gave Aran’s head a lick with a quiet whine, tail trying to wag. She had already been old when Kaert and Aran had met. Now she was ancient.

Just like Kaert.

“Father inherited Vaar’ika when his grandfather passed,” Shevla said in a quiet tone, switching to Mando’a now that they were alone. She trailed a hand over Vaar’ika’s pelt as the strill settled down again, already exhausted from greeting Aran.

They swallowed, trying to remove the lump in their throat and moved further up the bed to stand beside Kaert. Their bare hand took Kaert’s and their knees almost gave out when they felt how cold and bony Kaert’s hand was. They tightened their grip on him and gasped, “Why did he just disappear? Why didn’t he say anything?”

“He wanted to surprise you.”

Aran whipped their visor up to Shevla and snarled, “What could have been so important that he couldn’t tell me?”

Shevla didn’t even flinch at Aran’s harsh tone. Just like Kaert. He hadn’t ever been intimidated by any of Aran’s bluster either. She took Kaert’s free hand and said, “Father came to me three weeks ago and told me about you. Told me all these stories about a child he had saved and how much joy you had brought him after losing nearly all of his friends to the war.”

Aran nearly buckled at her words, but Shevla didn’t notice. She was looking down at Kaert, tears filling her eyes.

“He wanted to officially register you as part of house Rovhoss,” she explained with a watery smile and Aran inhaled sharply at her words. “He asked me to adopt you, so you would be registered as a direct descendant of his. To gain all the rights of a citizen of Mandalore. A true foundling after the old traditions.”

Kaert had claimed them as his foundling. Had always said they were his grandchild. They had avoided Mandalore though and Aran had never thought about or known that they could be registered as a member of house Rovhoss.

Aran shook their head and whispered, “I don’t need that. I just want my grandfather.”

“He’s not going to wake up, ad’ika.”

They flinched at Shevla’s words and slowly curled themself up over Kaert’s hand, resting their forehead against Kaert’s shoulder. They knew that. Shevla had explained the attack Kaert had a few days after he had arrived on Mandalore. They could see it now as they hovered over Kaert, silent tears rolling down their face as they clung to his hand.

They knew Kaert wasn’t waking up.

“I can’t let go,” Aran choked out and felt their entire form shudder. “Without him, I can’t… I can’t…”

They jumped when they felt a hand land on the back of their neck and Shevla declared, “You are not alone. Kaert made sure of that. You have an entire Mandalorian house at your back. You have Kaert’s old friends that survived the war and even I can tell that you have three wonderful friends standing outside that would do anything for you.”

Aran bit their lip to keep from sobbing loudly.

Shevla removed her hand and Aran heard her step away as she said, “I’ll give you some time alone with father. I will wait outside with your friends, ad’ika.”

The door opened and closed and except for the machines keeping Kaert alive, it was silent for several long minutes. Aran straightened and ripped off their helmet, dropping it on the floor. They pressed Kaert’s hand to their face and sobbed, “You fucking bastard. You should have said something.”

They cried, clinging to Kaert’s hand and wishing things were different.

“I wanted to introduce you to my friends,” Aran gasped, trying to wipe some of the tears away from their face. “Kit is sharp like you and Chad is too kind for his own good. Purse is a dumbass, but would do anything for his friends.”

They gulped in a breath as the words tumbled from them.

“Cody is like a big brother and Fox terrifies me like you and Jango did when I got into mischief. I also met Fives, Tup, Sister, Omega and some more jedi though I’m not sure how fond of them you’d be.”

Aran raised their gaze to look at Kaert’s still form and feeling their chest constrict at the sight, whispered, “I helped defeat a sith that was trying to ruin the galaxy. Not much time to hunt monsters since, but I’m helping my friends choose a chancellor for the Republic. They mean so much to me.”

Their face twisted with guilt and they bowed their head.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I don’t know what I’ll do without you,” they wept and heard Vaar’ika whine. They raised their head to see the strill had raised her head and plopped it closer to them. Large brown eyes stared back up at them and a fresh wave of tears rolled down their face as they placed a hand on her head. “Both of you.”

Vaar’ika blinked slowly at Aran before lifting her head again and turning to look at the closed door. She glanced back at Aran before looking back at the door.

Where their friends waited.

Their friends.

Chad, Purse and Kit. The friends they trusted the most. The ones they would lay down their own life for. Do anything for.

Beyond that lay Coruscant. Where many of their other friends waited for them to return to. Aran wanted to finish helping Cody and Fox dismantle the system that oppressed clones. Ensure Omega got to enjoy her childhood. Let Fives and Tup recover from their ordeal at the hands of the sith.

On Tatooine Aran also had Jango. A friend to reminisce with about the many adventures they had gone on with Kaert. To share stories and their grief.

And here on Mandalore.

Aran couldn’t help but flinch. Mandalore held many dark memories and at the same time… It was where they met Kaert. Met Vaar’ika. Trained with Jango.

It was now also the home of their house. The home of Shevla Rovhoss who had welcomed them with open arms because she loved and trusted her father. Trust did not come easily to Aran anymore, but the people Kaert had brought into their life had been true.

This entire trip. Kit, Purse and Chad had all proven over and over again that they weren’t alone. That Aran didn’t have to face their fears on their own.

Something clever Vaar’ika had instantly picked up on as tired and weak as she was.

Aran shot Vaar’ika a watery smile and rubbed the top of her head with their hand.

“You’re always so karking smart, Vaar’ika,” they grumbled and turned back to look at Kaert. Seeing him like this hurt unbelievably, but they leaned forward to press their forehead to Kaert’s. “There is nothing I can say to express my gratitude or devotion to you.”

They straightened and smiled even as tears rolled down their cheeks.

“You saved me. Taught me everything I know. It is thanks to you that I get to live the life I choose. A life devoted to bettering the lives of others. Just like you.”

Aran reached down and picked up their helmet before slipping it and their glove back on. They pressed Kaert’s hand to their forehead and whispered, “I swear to keep fighting. To keep protecting others, like you named me. A life in service to others.”

They rubbed their gloved hand over Vaar’ika’s head one last time before stepping away from the hospital bed. They swallowed thickly and said, “I won’t be strong enough to come back here, but I think if you trusted Shevla enough to come here, you’ll be in good hands with her.”

Aran tried to swallow down the lump in their throat.

“I will know you forever, grandfather.”

#aran #ct-chad #purse #that random clone #kit fisto #jango fett #boba fett #shevla rovhoss #my ocs #friend's ocs #an essential aspect of gravity is not being afraid to fall #the only thing keeping me here is gravity #defying gravity #bro squad #star wars #i will say i have no idea how i wrote this is just happened #aran possessed me #i am feeling very satisfied and unsatisfied with this end #because aran doesn't get to ask kaert all their questions #oh shoot kaert tag #kaert #anyway there will be a fifth chapter #very short #i swear

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Stratagem; Beginnings

Masterlist

In which a kind manager chooses the quiet kid to take his place

Warnings: swearing, mature jokes (ie fuck you, maybe later)

Note: remember there is no order to Emi’s story

Emi Akiyama could say with one-hundred percent certainty that she hated loud noises and large crowds. It’s why during lunch she would hide in the old music room with the old piano and guitars that needed tuning, because at least in there only she made a sound…

Except for when Haruki Nakamura strolled into the room one day during her first year (his second). She knew who he was, more than half the school knew who anyone on the volleyball team was even their manager- she admittedly expected him to be cocky or rude from the amount of times she’d seen the teen snarl at others in the hall. But no he gave her a wide thankful smile and collapsed onto the piano stool beside her and smiled.

“I’m Haruki… you must be Emi Akiyama.” She was on guard immediately as he just smiled. “I may have asked around if anyone knew the quiet girl with black hair and pink streaks… thankfully Hitoshi knew ya.”

“Ah…” she said- what else could we say.

“So.” Haruki‘a grin only seemed to widen. “Wanna be friends?”

“You don’t know me?” She said. “Why even bother?”

“I used to hide in here too in my first year- plus you are one of the few people who try to not have anything to do with the team it’s a nice change.”

“I’m not hiding.” She pouted making the brown haired boy laugh.

“Sure…. So Em, can I call you Em? I’m gonna call you Em. Can I join you in here when I want to get away?”

“I can’t stop you.”

“True.” He shrugged. “But what’s the fun in that. I don’t really have a reason to want to be friends- I see that look you have- but I say why not? Get out of your comfort zone.”

“I see… fine we can be… friends.”

“You sound so defeated Em.” He laughed. “So first order of friendship duty… where did you get your hair dyed because that is the nicest shade of pink I have ever seen.” He grinned, she laughed.

“I did it myself… why you wanna go pink too?”

“Fuck yeah I do… reckon we could do something about it?” He said cheekily making Emi roll her eyes.

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

Later that week when he walked into the school dragging an exasperated Emi Akiyama down the halls towards his friends to show off his new hair and hairdresser- that was the first time she actually met anyone on the volleyball team outside of a roll call in class… it was weird.

“Look at me don’t I look amazing!” Haruki exclaimed. “This little thing here did it isn’t she amazing!”

“Please keep your voice down Haruki.” She whispered as she tried to hide herself behind the tall second year. “People will notice me- let me go.”

“No.”

“Who’s this yer holdin’ captive manager?” A boy with hair parted to the left asked, his eyes grey and bored… good to know she wasn’t a cause of entertainment but to the boy beside him… oh god twins.

“A little friend of mine- look she did my hair! We met Monday last week in the old music room where she was hiding- ow!” The slap to his arm made him pout before it turned into a grin. “Come on Em be nice introduce yourself- you’re in first year too and now that you are my friend you will never escape.”

Emi turned to the second years who had stood quietly the whole time.

“Please save me this man broke into my room and kidnapped me from my home this morning.”

Haruki let go with a gasp of disbelief- and she was off, out the door and down the hall to begin her Monday classes.

It was maybe a month after that when Kita from the volleyball team came looking for her with Aran by his side looking a little awkward- Haruki had announced her lunch spot after all so why wouldn’t someone else appear…. It had only been five months since the year began and she was doing so well avoiding people until Haruki came along. Gods above ever since her second year in middle school she avoided people like the plague… people thought she was weird.

“Hi?” She asked, not quite sure why either was here.

“I’m Kita, we have briefly met a few times because of Haruki.” She nodded. “I was wondering if you’d be able to help me with my hair- Haru said you’re very good with dyes and hair maintenance.”

“I suppose? I just dyed his hair so he’d leave me alone really.” It wasn’t a total lie.

“I see sorry if I’ve been of any inconvenience.”

“No.” She said before she could stop herself. “It’s fine I’ll help. Do you wanna keep the style you have now?”

“Yes if that’s okay. It’s just annoying to maintain the colour when I’m busy with training for tournaments.” Kita answered.

“He’s weirdly attentive about his hair.” Aran laughed. The bell for next period rang at the same time.

“Okay okay. When you are free message me or get Haruki to about what products you use and the dye brand I’ll see what I can find.” She said before rushing off.

It took another two months before Haruki decided to drag the first year team members to her house… she regrets giving him her address every day.

“Heyyyyy.”

“Go away.” She said shutting the door before it flung back open- fuck sake why did her mother give him a spare key?

“Come on Em!” Haruki pouted. “You need friends.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Make me.”

“I am.”

“Fuck.”

“Language Em!“ Haruki gasped as she begrudgingly let the Miya Twins, Suna, Kosaku and Ginjima inside with the pink haired boy.

“Hi Akiyama.” Ginjima greeted. “Sorry about Haruki again.”

“Eh I’ll live.” She shrugged. “Why are you guys here?”

“Miya twins wanted to dye there hair- where else would we go?” Haruki interjected.

“A hairdresser.” Suna answered as he stared down at his phone.

“Yeah but Em is better- see it’s been two months and my hair is still pretty and pink:”

Em just sighed before guiding them all towards the kitchen.

“Grab a chair each I’ll have to bleach however much of your hair you want me too.”

“Thanks Akiyama.” Osamu said as he passed the bag of hair dyes towards her.

“Yeah thanks Em.” Atsumu added. There was a silence that fell between the group as the dark haired girl turned to Haruki.

“I let you call me Em because I can’t stop you from doing shit stop making me out to be friendly.” She said before taking the bag from Osamu and turning to the sink, muttering as she did.

“You’re like a feral cat Em.”

“Suck my dick Haruki.”

“You’re not my type.”

“Who’s what colour?” Emi asks.

“Blonde for me please.” Atsumu said.

“Grey for me. We both want our undercuts to stay dark though if that’s not too much.”

“Nah that’s easy enough. You’ll be the ones taking care of it.” She said with a wave, back still turned to the group. “The rest of you can watch Tv or use the x-box if you want, I don’t have any multiplayer games though.”

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

In the beginning of her first year Emi Akiyama would have told you that she hated groups of people and loud noises… she still dislikes both, still hates loud noises but groups… she can deal with them now in the last week of the school year.

She can deal with the shrill voices of her schoolmates talking behind her back about her friendship with the volleyball team. It’s tentative at most because she dyes their hair and doesn’t get mad at Atsumu when he says something stupid (like yelling for her in the halls when she’s trying to go have lunch. She even lets the twins walk her home since they don’t live that far from her (Let’s is a loose term more like they rush from practice to meet her in the library).

“Heyo Em.” Haruki greeted as she left her last class for they day. “Reckon you can help me with some paperwork stuff this afternoon instead of going to the library?”

“Why?”

“There’s a couple things in English for some reason and I suck at it.”

“Why would you have English on paperwork you write?”

“No I didn’t write these ones! It’s some Western training styles, figured the boys would be interested.”

“What’s the difference between Western and Japanese volleyball?” She asked. Haruki froze before gripping her wrist and dragging her along towards the gym.

“Okay here guys!” The pink hair teen yelled as he dragged Emi towards the volleyball team.

“Akiyama? She agreed? What did Haruki do?” She heard the team whisper and even the third years looked at him suspiciously.

“Of course she agreed.” He exclaimed proudly.

“Emi!” Atsumu greeted with a large grin before pulling her into a hug (she learnt a month ago that when either twin gives a hug to just let it happen). “Glad you agreed.”

“… Haruki what exactly did I agree to because I’m certain you said you needed help with paperwork?”

Emi was suddenly flung back, Atsumu’s hands on her shoulders shaking her slightly as his eyes watered. She shot Osamu a look of concern and he just frowned at her.

“To be our other manager.” Suna said since no one else was answering her.

“Yeah no.” She deadpanned.

“Please Em!” Haruki begged.

“You have other people you talk to?”

“But Em please! You’ve seen my paperwork skills I do actually need help plus you haven’t joined a club yet soooooo.”

“I know shit all about Volleyball.” She deadpanned further (if that is possible) as Atsumu continued to give her puppy eyes.

“But you know our boys.”

With one more look towards the puppy like setter Emi let out a defeated sigh and suddenly found herself wrapped into another hug by Atsumu.

“Fine… but you better not pull a stunt like this again or I never helping you again.”

“But you love me Em-”

“Like hell I do pig head.”

“Such a blossoming romance between us all Em.” Haruki snickered before rushing out of the gym. She couldn’t even run after him with the death hold the older Miya had on her. “Romance isn’t dead boys!” He yells finally as the door shuts with a loud bang.

“I can’t believe we finally got you to officially hang out with us.” Ginjima snickered as she glared at the group like a grumpy kitten.

“This is great, reckon you can move your face just a little Tsumu, wanna keep this picture forever.” Suna smirked as he took photos of the two.

“Em is officially ours.” Osamu joked, an evil laugh following with a large portion of the team joining in.

“I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t.” Atsumu teased as he held her in place. “You love us dearly. Why else would you agree to be our manager.”

“I was bamboozled.”

“Admit it you love us.” Atsumu smirked.

“Over my cold dead body.”

“No.”

“Fuck you.” She spat.

“Maybe when we’re older.” The team laughed (whoever said that when she finds them she’ll-). Kita, Aran and the third years just shook their heads.

“Someone kill me.” Emi begged.

“Nope.” The team chorused.

“Anyway wanna know who the new captain is Akiyama?” Ginjima asked, finally pulling the girl away from the infamous Miya hug.

“Who is it? Wait I want to guess.” She hummed before turning to Kita. “It’s you yeah?” Said boy blinked in surprise.

“Yes.”

“Knew it.”

“How-”

“He makes the most sense.” She shrugged. “Now can I go I have to cook dinner tonight.”

“Oh yeah. See you tomorrow after school Akiyama / Emi!” The team said happily with a wave as she scooted out of the building.

“I’m gonna kill Haruki next time I see that pink haired fuck.” She growled as she stalked towards the school gate.

“Hey Em wait up!” She turned, damn she was hoping they forgot.

“We gotta walk you home it’s tradition.” Atsumu said proudly.

“Can’t let our manager wander around without her friends now can we.” Osamu added. With another defeated sigh she smiled.

“Yeah okay whatever, don’t blame me for you missing todays practice.”

“Wouldn’t for the world.” They chimed.

“Come on then idiots.”

“Hey!”

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu oc #hq oc #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu smut #hq smut #Emi Akiyama

[cyrah-is-cool101]

Standing Up For Others

My first Punch Out fanfic, inspired by this post (@nesssblog). Please Enjoy! 

3rd Person’s POV 

It was another day at the WVBA, Star Mika, the youngest Filipino boxer of the Minor Circuit, was finishing up after a match. She was heading out of the lockers when she saw a flash of light. Curiosity got the better of Mika so, she went to check up on it. 

Mika: (In her mind) That’s odd, who could be taking pictures now? Probably Macho Man, taking selfies again.

But what she did see was not she expected; there was her fellow Filipino boxer Adarna, covered in glue and feathers with a sign that says ‘Chicken’ in front and there was Novio Mancilla, the low ranking Special Circuit boxer, filming on his phone while smiling menacingly. Mika was shocked at this but most importantly, she was angry, she knew she couldn’t let this guy, do such a horrible act to her ate* (sister in Filipino), especially not on her watch. Mika knew she couldn’t use her boxing skills outside of the ring but she won’t let some bastard hurt another human being. Mika took out a bottle of mace and went up to Novio, who was still taking pictures of Adarna. 

Mika: Hey A$$hole! 

Novio: Huh? 

Mika sprays the mace on Novio’s eyes, which cause him to drop his phone. 

Novio: AGHHH! 

Mika then helps Adarna up while Novio was on the ground, on his knees while covering his eyes. 

Star Mika: Ate! Are you ok? 

Adarna: Oo* (Yes in Filipino), I-I’m fine.. 

Mika: (looks at Novio) Hey jacka$$, what the hell is wrong with you!? Don’t you know that she’s Catagelophobia (Fear of being ridiculed)!? 

Novio: (chuckles) For a Minor Circuit chick, you’ve got some balls to ya. I like that in a woman.~

Mika: Shut up! (slaps him in the face) I am sick and tired of your bullsh*t every time you try to mess with another boxer! I hope you burn in hell! 

Adarna: Mika, please stop... 

Star Mika: (looks at Adarna) No! He tried to humiliate you and I won’t stand for it! (Looks back at Novio) As for you, you’re nothing but a rotten human being who doesn’t have any dignity to human life! 

Novio: (stands up) Hmph and you’re Little Ms. Perfect. (Looks around on the ground for his phone) Hey where’s my phone? 

Star Mika: (smirks) Oh you mean this?~ (takes out Novio’s phone and deleted the video he took) 

Novio: (shocked) How did you- 

Star Mika: A magician never reveals her secret.~

Mika throws the phone at Novio, who catches it with a disbelief but angered look on his face. Afterwards, Novio storms off with his tail between his legs, Adarna, on the other hand, was speechless. 

Adarna: Mika, how did you do that? 

Mika: (giggles) That’s a secret I won’t tell.~ Come on, ate, let’s get you cleaned up! 

Adarna: (smiles softly) Ok. 

Later, Adarna was finally cleaned off of the glue and feathers, she thanked Mika and went somewhere else, probably finding Hondo as usual. Mika gave a sigh of relief when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around and saw Aran Ryan, the Irish boxer who Mika hates him to the core but is way more better than Novio anyways. 

Mika: What do you want Aran? 

Aran: Oh come on lass, don’t tell me you weren’t the one who stand up to ol’ Novio, didn’t ya? 

Mika: Wait how did you- 

Aran: Saw ya when I was coming out of the shower, you sure got some guts, eh lassie? 

Mika: (blushes) I-I was only trying to help Ate Adarna, t-that’s all.. 

Aran: (smirks) Really now? How did that made you feel when you stand up to someone as psychotic as Novio? 

Mika: Umm... I guess it did gave me quite the adrenalin.. 

Aran: See? That’s the lass I know who can stand up for others! 

Mika: Wow, Aran, I didn’t know you care. 

Aran: Hey, if my favorite lass stands up to save others, that’s why I knew she has a heart of gold and a bright smile. 

Mika: Well that’s- wait did you call me your favorite? 

Aran: Of course (lifts her chin) would I ever lie to?~

Mika: (blushes and swats Aran’s hand away) Yeah, maybe a few times you did lie. 

Aran: Heh sure you are lass, say you wanna go out with me?~

Hearing this, Mika was surprised, Aran never asks her out, except if it’s a bet or dare. Mika knew she wouldn’t go on a date with the crazy Irish, even if it cost her life! But, seeing how Aran was watching her from a distance, impress by how she can stand up for others so, why the hell? It won’t be too bad, right? 

Mika: (smiles) Sure, pick me up at 8, handsome.~ (winks seductively and walks away) 

Aran: (blushing and shocked, but smirked back) (in his mind) Damn, that lass is one hell of a woman, I’m going to enjoy our date.~ 

The End. 

(Sorry if it’s short)

Novio belongs to @makeanotherpunchoutnintendo 

Adarna belongs to @nesssblog​

#punch out #punch out oc #fanfic

[mooshys]

something tells me that atsumu and osamu talk like sims to each other just to freak people out at times and make them think they have their own twin language that only they can understand

#literally talking gibberish and aran's standing next to them horrified #‘Choo wagga choo-choo! Dag dag derka woosh’ #‘Bloo baggoo herbie noobie!’ #someone save aran PLEASE

[oshicakes]

fifteen minutes | ojiro aran

pairings. ojiro aran x reader

genre. a tooth rooting fluff

recently, you discovered something about the morning routine of your husband, aran ojiro.

the sound of his soft alarm, woke you up. it was different from the usual alarm ringtone that he uses. he quickly but carefully turned it off, making sure that he won't wake you up with his sudden move.

a minute later, you felt his warm and strong arms being wrapped around your waist from behind. he moved closer to you to feel you more. you could feel his breathe beneath your head because of the closeness.

he just spend the fifteen minutes snuggling to you. he'd embrace you, kiss you and would whisper 'i love you's to your ears.

the first time knowing this secret routine of him confused you but at the same time tugs your heart. you just wished you knew about this a lot sooner, so both of you could share and enjoy the feeling of being close together in the morning.

his second alarm goes on. it is the alarm that you always hear in the morning where he jogs or workout in your home. aran tried to peel his arms off of you but you only pulled them to you.

"five more minutes." you whined then turned to him and pull him closer even though it seems like it didn't move him a bit.

"y/n... you're awake?" his voice sounded like he couldn't believe that you were awake. it almost sound like he gasped your name.

"yes. please, stay a little bit longer. i like being wrapped with your warm arms." without a word, he granted your wish. you automatically snuggled closer to him.

you sigh in contentment as you felt the warmth of his body. his whole body enveloped yours, like they were perfectly made for each other.

"how long have you been awake?" he softly asked. he continue to comb your hair with his long fingers.

"the moment i heard your first alarm."

"hmm. you should sleep more."

"why are you waking up fifteen minutes earlier, love?" you opened your eyes and look up to him.

"so i could have my time with you before i start my day. you're busy building your own career while im busy with being a pro player. we have different schedule everyday so im not sure if we'll able to meet or have time together each day. but i don't want to pass a day without having my time with you, that's why im allotting fifteen minutes everyday in the morning clinging to you. though, i still miss you and longs for you everyday. but still i want to spend my time with you the moment i open my eyes." he looked at you with full of tenderness and love.

at that moment, you didn't think that he could make you fall even harder for him, but he proved you wrong. it made you fall harder and deeper with him. his reason piqued your heart. you wanted to cry because of happiness, to jump, roll over the bed, squeal, laugh, squish him, pinch him, punch him, give him lotsss of kisses and hug him!

you felt so lucky to have him as your husband, it feels like you don't even deserve him but here he is infront of you, equally or even more madly inlove with you. you must've been saved the earth from your past life to be blessed with such a loving husband.

"you could've woken me up too, you know? i would love to spend my time with you the moment i open my eyes too."

"hmm. i'll take note on that." he said then kissed your lips.

it grew silent for a minute. both of you just feeling each other and all.

"aren't you regretting marrying me?" you almost pushed him off the bed. after making you feel giddy and all, he'd suddenly asked you that. you looked at him with a 'are-you-kidding-me' face but later on sighed when you sensed that he's serious with his question.

"why'd you ask that? i wouldn't say yes to your proposal if i don't want to marry in the first place. and even if we're married now, it didn't even crossed my mind."

"well, im always busy with my volleyball career and im always away from home. knowing you, you always love being with someone, you love spending time with them. it's your love language. i always feel guilty whenever we spend our anniversaries away from each other, even on holidays. i guess i just feel sorry that you have to bear with that while staying with me." he said as he diverted his eyes that were looking at you on the lamp behind your head.

it actually frustrates and upset you at first, he'd miss, cancel or move the date of your dates or trips together because of volleyball. but along the way, you realized that loving him is accepting all of him, his sweetness, thoughtfulness, quirks, flaws and that includes the fact that he might spend his time less with you because of his passion in volleyball. and besides, he always make sure to make it up to you, he even doubles the effort you made when he do.

"the moment i married you, i know what i came for and i accept it all because i love you. you may not know it, but you've done so many things for me. you took care of me when i was sick that made you skip your practice too. and that, one in the morning surprise you hold for me on our wedding anniversary, you spend it with me even though you have flight in three hours. and now this, fifteen minutes every morning, i don't know how long you've been doing this but that shit made me thank god i married you. and the list goes on, aran. you were enough, no, you're more than enough for me." you have to held his face to make him look you in the eyes. you caress his face.

his eyes were a bit watery. in just one blink of his eyes it'll fall down. you kissed his lips. his tears fall down and you kissed them away.

"thank you for everything you've done for me too. i don't know if i could live my life without you, y/n. i love you so much." he said and kissed your forehead.

"i love you too, aran. always, in all ways."

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #ojiro aran x reader #aran x reader #aran headcanons #aran imagines #haikyuu fluff

[tetsurobunni]

Kita Shinsuke : Matchmaker

☽ suna x reader ; 2.6k words

☞ characters mentioned : kita shinsuke, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya

☽ fluff, he takes care of you when ur sick ! even tho he’s a menace, kita being an angel

☽ a slight mention of adult themes (its a teasing joke)

☽ notes : hiii i wrote this for a friend and i figured id add it here teehee :))

hey Jesus, i know we don’t talk much but...fuck you. i feel like literal dog shit

You groaned as you shoved yet another tissue in your nose. You were sick, and God forbid it wasn’t the worst cold you’d ever had.

This morning you had pulled on your uniform in a haze; honestly it's a miracle you even made it to school. Aran had stopped you in the hallway when you arrived, putting a hand on your shoulder and placing the back of his palm against your forehead.

He immediately got out his phone and texted someone-presumably Kita, since he was the one most qualified to handle this. The captain had dealt with him and Atsumu both when they were sick so he could surely help you and get you to go the hell home.

You had pushed weakly at Kita when he ushered you towards the entrance of the building, assuring that you were a-o-kay. You ended up making friends with a nearby trashcan and emptying your guts right after the claim. Kita had held your hair back and rubbed your shoulders reassuringly. Afterwards, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to someone. Who? You didn’t know.

Kita had made sure to get you home in one piece. He tucked you into bed, placed a cold rag onto your head, and you think you heard him say something about bringing you soup later. Sleep crept up on you quickly and you were out before he even stepped out the door.

Now you were unfortunately awake, cursing whatever God could hear. This was absolutely awful. A dull throb ran through your skull insistently, mucus clotted your nose and throat, making your breaths uneven and raspy. You wanted to quench the ache in your throat but even the idea of sitting up seemed to drain too much energy, so you laid there in pain.

You assumed it was mid-afternoon. Kita had drawn the curtains above the window closed, leaving the room dark. You were especially grateful for this, for you knew any light would make your eyes hurt.

Your phone lay unchecked on the table face-down. The fear of worsening your headache is what caused it to stay there. Whoever wanted to talk would have to wait. You switched out the tissue in your nose for a fresh one, groaning again.

You wanted to take a shower so bad. You hated getting sick because you felt disgusting and knew you looked it too. Embarrassment bloomed when the events from this morning played in your mind.

Aran’s gonna joke about that for weeks.

A soft knock from the door drew you away from your thoughts. That’s probably Kita. A hoarse “come in” fell from your chapped lips and you internally cringed at how awful you sounded, even if it was just your childhood friend.

“You look like shit.”

That was not Kita.

“Suna? what the fuck?”

“Shut Up. You’re going to hurt your throat worse.”

Is this what I get for saying fuck you? I apologize so much anything but this please

“You’ve gone through two boxes of tissues already? Kita wasn’t lying, damn.”

You turned your head away from Suna’s voice, attempting to cover your sick-stricken face. Out of all people. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Suna- the two of you actually got along (if you count bickering back and forth all the time getting along). The problem was you happened to have a humongous crush on him.

The wing spiker had gotten on your nerves at first- smirks hidden behind a hand, foot sticking out to trip you in the hallway, drawing on your notes- he was almost unbearable. But as the both of you got older, you started returning his remarks, nudging him lightly into lockers, laughing at the twins together and sharing footage of their stupid fights.

Your crush had crept up on you almost unknowingly until one day he slung an arm over your shoulder and shot you one of his signature smirks and you were gone. It was infuriating, to say the least.

“Earth to y/n, hello y/n.”

“What.”

“Ah-ah, no speaking, remember?” You shot him a glare, receiving that smirk yet again. You cursed at the butterflies swarming your stomach.

Infuriating.

“You’re shivering.”

It was a simple comment. You realized after a beat that he was right and pulled the blanket farther up your body. He sat down the bag he held in his hand and made his way over to your bed. You squirmed in protest, trying to scooch away from his outstretched hand. Your actions caused Suna’s brows to furrow, a small line creasing on his forehead.

“I’m just going to check if you still have a fever,” he whispered, moving forward despite your futile attempts at moving away. You gave in, allowing him to gently place his hand on your forehead.

He wasn’t terribly close, he had been closer to you before this, but this felt different. More intimate.

“You’re burning up,” he said, leaning back with a sigh. “Sit tight, I’ll start a bath for you.”

You tried to keep your swarming thoughts at bay with no luck. Your crush, Suna Rintaro, is drawing a bath for you. A bath. He’s taking care of you.

Why is he being so nice? This has to be a set up, or Kita probably forced him. There’s no other way he would willingly be doing this...is there? You shut down the thought as quickly as it came. No sense in getting flustered over nothing. No need to fuel your growing crush.

You weren’t fit to complain anyways. The exact thing you wanted is being done right now, so you did as you were told, slightly sitting up to fetch yet another tissue. The pounding in your head still hadn’t ceased and a sudden cough racked your body. You wanted to cry- and you didn’t cry often. But you felt horrible.

“Hey, you okay?”

Apparently you hadn’t held up your facade well enough because a look of concern washed over Suna’s face the instant he stepped back into the room. You shook your head lightly in response to his question, feeling tears welling up behind your eyelids in spite of your attempts to keep them at bay.

The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of Suna. It was practically a death wish. You could imagine the jokes and poking laughter he would send your way over the next few weeks, and it made you feel even worse.

“Hey, hey now, look at me.”

The words were whispered closer to you than you anticipated. Suna had sat down on the edge of your bed while you were caught up in your thoughts, that same line present between his brows. You fought the urge to touch it, facing away from him again and reaching up to wipe your eyes.

“I’m fine.” That instigated a scoff.

“No you’re not. Now c’mon, let’s get you into the bath. You’ll feel better.”

Right. A bath. Despite the fact that Suna’s presence was wearing you thin, a bath sounded great. The only problem was, you knew you were too weak to walk to your bathroom across the hall. It took so much energy to even sit up, much less actually get on your feet.

Suna must have sensed something was wrong because in mere seconds he was lifting the heavy blanket off of your body and moving closer. Your breath hitched when he moved one strong arm under your back and another under your knees, eyes concentrated.

“Put your arm around my neck,” Suna murmured. You failed to notice the blush that had lifted to his ears because your own was blossoming on your face, making your already warm cheeks heat up even more.

This is purgatory.

You did as he said, lightly wrapping your arm up his shoulder and around his neck. He picked you up in one smooth motion, shocking you. You knew he worked out because of volleyball, but jesus christ. Your head throbbed in protest to the movement, and you winced involuntarily.

“Sorry, shouldn’t have moved so fast.”

“S’fine.”

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest from the proximity. You were so close you could see the long eyelashes that framed his eyes, light traces of black eyeliner around the corners. You saved that in the back of your mind to ask about later.

Suna carried you into the bathroom and placed you gently on the counter. You pushed away the noise of protest that you wanted to let out from the loss of contact. No need to embarrass yourself even more.

“I’ll get you some clothes and leave them outside, take as long as you want.”

You murmured a small thank you as you watched him move towards the door. You hated that you missed him already.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here the whole time.”

“Like I care.”

“Yea, okay princess.”

You glared at him as he closed the door behind him with a small chuckle. Princess. You fumed at the reaction you had to the pet name.

This is horrible. I’m horrible. I’ll just blame it on him. Him and that stupidly hot smirk.

The bath became increasingly inviting as you sat, eventually leading you to strip of your dirty clothes and step into the warm water. It felt amazing. After a few minutes you felt your eyes begin to droop, the steam luring you to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You didn’t know how long you had slept but judging by the temperature of the water, at least 15 minutes, maybe longer. The water hadn’t cooled completely but had lost its comfortable warmth. Begrudgingly you stepped out of the water and dried off.

You wrapped the towel around yourself and padded towards the door, opening it to retrieve the clothes Suna said he left for you. Just like he said, a small stack of clothes laid on the floor. You grabbed them and faced back towards the sink, wincing at your reflection in the mirror.

You really did look awful. Embarrassment settled into your bones again as you unfolded the clothes to put them on. A small part of your brain pointed out that they were big, too big to be your clothes, but a fit of coughs cut off your train of thought.

A knock came from the door. “Y/n? You okay?”

“Ye-“ Another cough broke off your sentence.

“Knock twice if you’re dressed.”

A small smile crept up on your face at the thought of Suna being considerate. You knocked on the door twice signaling him that it was okay for him to come in. A moment later it opened. Suna was holding what seemed to be a cup of tea in his hands and you reached for it with a sigh.

“Lavender, right?” You halted in your movements.

“Yea...how did you-“

“I pay attention.”

Your face flushed. His gaze never faltered from your face. How did he say that so casually?

“You look good in my clothes.”

So that’s why they were big. You looked in the mirror again, eyes locking in on the large “Inarizaki Volleyball” plastered on the front of the black material.

“Should wear ‘em more often.”

“Shut- shut up.”

“Mhm, okay. Feelin’ better?” You nodded.

“A little. Still feel like shit.”

“Look it, too.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

A light chuckle escaped him and he moved closer towards you. Something felt different. You noticed his eyes linger on you longer, many lapses of silence filled the spaces where playful arguing usually was.

“Cap texted me and asked to bring you soup, he had to do some more shit before he came over.”

“Hm.”

“What do you mean, hm?”

You didn’t get it. Why of all people would Kita send Suna to tend to you? What about Aran? Osamu? Hell, even Atsumu would have been higher on the list than Suna. Maybe…

“That bastard.”

“Woah now, what did Cap do to you?”

Kita was one of the only people who knew about your crush. Of course he would pull some strings to get Suna to come over. That little-

“Hey now pretty thing, don’t frown too much. You’ll get wrinkles.”

It was then you noticed a light touch on your forehead, right in between your eyebrows. Suna was rubbing the space there, just like you had wanted to do to him.

You hoped Suna couldn’t tell how fast your heart was beating or just how much you knew you were blushing.

After a moment of silence Suna still hadn’t removed the touch on your face. He met your eyes, slowly moving to cup your cheek.

“Why are you here, Rin?” His thumb stroked your cheek with a feather-like graze and you swore you saw his eyes flit downwards to your lips. “To take care of you, of course.”

“You’re going to catch my cold.”

“You’ll just have to pay me back later, yeah?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the corners of his mouth edging upwards.

what the fuck did i do to deserve this?

You pushed his hand away and looked away from his gaze. You could manage standing from afar and pining, sure, but what you couldn’t deal with was Suna messing around with you like this. You ignored the ache in your chest, choosing to cover it up by reaching for another tissue.

“Y/n.” You ignored him.

“Y/n, look at me.” You braced your arms on the bathroom sink with a sigh.

“What, Suna.”

“Rin. It’s Rin, to you.” You scoffed.

“Why am I any different than anyone else?”

“Because…”

You turned to face him again, confusion and slight annoyance bubbling under your skin. “Because what?” Suna groaned and ran a hand over his face. “You’re so oblivious.”

Okay, now you were annoyed.

“Oblivious? How am I oblivious?”

“Because you haven’t realized how different you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you fucking messing with me Suna? Look, I’m in no mood for your stupid games-“

“Would you shut up for one second and think.”

You leaned back against the sink with a cough, wincing as another throb of pain shot through your head. Any traces of anger or annoyance vanished from Suna’s face in an instant. He left the bathroom and you heard him rustling through the bag he left in your room. He returned with a bottle of pills and an ice pack.

“Here. Take these.” You took the small pills from his outstretched hand and washed them down with the now lukewarm tea. “Have you thought about it?” You rolled your eyes dramatically, placing your hand under your chin to mock a thinking position. “No, I don’t think I have.” He rolled his eyes in return. “Fine. Would I be doing this for anyone else? Hm?”

It’s a good point. One you didn’t bother thinking about. Sure, maybe he would do it for his teammates, but that was a hard maybe. He just wasn’t the caretaker type, much less with someone he wasn’t close with. You realized the implication behind his words in an instant.

“You...you like me?”

“‘Bout time you figured that out, sweetheart.”

All of the moments between you two passed through your mind in a frenzy, and you started to laugh. It was hysterical, really. All this time you just knew Suna could never like you back.

i take it back. thank you. sorry for saying fuck you

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed, “And risk losing my appearance? Hell no,” he said, sending you that damn smirk again.

“You are a menace, Rintaro.”

“Yea, but I’m your menace. You’re stuck with me.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Oh shush, ya love me.”

“Yea, yea. Now, get me back in my bed. I need to sleep.”

“Inviting me to bed already? Wow y/n.”

“I hate you.” He reached over and pecked your cheek.

“Hate you, too.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #fanfic #suna rintarō #suna x reader #suna rinatro #suna x you #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader

[kuroos-moon]

Mistaken Kisses pt. 2 

☾ pairings: atsumu x reader, sakusa x reader, kenma x reader

☾ part one | oikawa, tsukishima, sugawara, kuroo

☾ scenario: they see you kissing someone else (not intentionally though)

☾ warning/s: v tiny bit of angst for atsumu’s

Miya Atsumu 

Growing up as a twin, he’s used to people mistaking him for Osamu and the other way around. Now that they have different hair colors though, those occasions came down to rare if not none. 

You’re innocent, you swear. Briefly calling out his name as you enter their gym, his back to you with his hood on— and you grab him slightly by his arm, shifting him a quarter so that you could stand on your toes and plant your lips on his. 

He smells a bit different, tasted quite different too, but who cares? This was your boyfriend— or so you thought. Pulling away as his hood falls off his head, your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. Is that gray hair? Is he seriously not blonde? 

Realization hits you the same time you hear him. “Ya treacherous pathetic excuse of a brother!” You blink once and they’re already on the ground after Atsumu lunged at Osamu, fists, kicks and swearing thrown here and there. 

“Stop it!” You hiss, about to grab Atsumu but Aran stops you, afraid you’ll accidentally get hit in the process. 

“Y/n is the only thing I can’t and will not share but ya sneak in a kiss on her when I’m not around!” Another fist lands on Samu’s cheek, and that had to hurt. Atsumu was genuinely enraged. This wasn’t their usual brawl. 

“Ya have eyes, Sumu,” Osamu knees his back before turning to his side, throwing Atsumu to the ground. “Y/n kissed me!”  

“It’s true Tsum, I was the one who kissed him.” That halts their actions in an instant, tension suddenly thick in the air as he remains lain down on the floor, recovering his breaths as he struggles to process what you had just said. 

“It was an accident, I thought he was you,” you say in a small voice, dreading what was going to happen next at the way he scoffs at your words. “Get off me,” he shoves his brother off him, standing up and brushing off his clothes. 

He coldly looks at you and you squirm inside. Profoundly intimidated by his stare, you look away, eyes landing on whoever or whatever else that wasn’t your boyfriend who looked so spiteful and disgusted. “One of me ain’t enough, is that it?” He bitterly says, glaring at you. 

You immediately look back at him, surprised at his words. “I told you it was an accident, Tsumu, I’m sorry.” 

“Well, ya kissed for quite a while, was there no tellin they weren’t my lips?”

“He was wearing your hoodie,” you try to say, but he looks away, disinterested.

“Atsumu,” you sigh as you step closer to him but he turns on his heel, walking away from you.

“Don’t want ya nymore, have fun with my brother,” he clicks his tongue, unable to erase the image from a while ago. It was painful—both what he saw and what he said to you after. He knows it wasn’t your fault, but that didn’t really do much to change how he felt. 

It was his typical defense mechanism, masking his hurt by hurting you back and putting up a show of indifference. His sharp tongue, the hostile words he had said to you were filling him with self-resentment the second he let them go— never does he want to hurt you but he did so anyway; simply because he got hurt first.

“He’ll come around,” Osamu places a hand on your back reassuringly, “though I doubt he’ll make the first move to fix things.” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh, what a lovely day to be standing outside the restroom, waiting for your boyfriend to finish washing his hands; especially when out of nowhere, you’re yanked and kissed. Oh, for your boyfriend to have such lovely timing of walking out the restroom the moment the stranger’s lips touch yours. 

You push the guy off immediately, eyes meeting Sakusa’s in a panic, fearing he might misinterpret. However, your worries should come to an ease, he saw the whole thing and he trusts you completely anyway. But his eyes aren’t on you, they’re sharp and glaring at the guy who had kissed you. All he sees is dirt. Pure filthy garbage, worthless and far too shameless—having the audacity to taint you. 

Clasping your hand in his, he securely pulls you to his side. “You okay?” He asks, looking at you and you nod. He’s possessive and territorial, that’s a surprise to none. What he had just done equated to a life-ending treason, but he’s never really one for violence. 

“Call the cops.” 

“Wait, no, dude, I’m sorry it was an accident. I thought she was my girlfriend.” He frantically says, bowing repeatedly before the two of you. “I’m really sorry,” he says again, looking at you, making Sakusa glare at him as a warning to not even breathe the same air as you. 

A girl walks up to him, clinging to his arm as she asks him what was going on and now, he has fallen at your mercy; his girlfriend didn’t look anything like you at all—hair and height especially. You’re not even mad, you’re much too preoccupied worrying about what Sakusa might do next. 

“Do you have any colds?” He asks the guy, who like you, was shocked at his sudden question. 

“What?” 

“Are you blind and deaf too?” Oomi narrows his eyes, making him gulp. “Uh, no, I’m perfectly well.”

“Any infectious disease? Tell me even if its minor.” 

“None.” 

“Y/n I thought I told you to call the cops,” Sakusa timidly looks at you and you flinch, a nervous chuckle escaping your throat. “Do we really have to?” 

“His excuse was pathetic, he’s clearly some pervert, a cheating one at that.” 

“Please, I won’t do it ag-

“If not the cops, would you rather I destroy you right now? I’m not one to be forgiving when it comes to my lover.” That wasn’t even directed at you but you feel your body shiver, he was scary and domineering; his narrowed eyes and heartless expression screamed that no one should take his threats lightly. 

Other than the intensity of his words though, you felt your heart melt at the way he called you his lover. You’re practically looking at him with heart eyes, touched by his sentiment, butterflies going wild in your stomach as you admired him. 

It took a lot of your nagging and attempts at pulling him away for the both of you to actually be alone in his car—now on your merry way home. Contrary to the butterflies earlier on, you’re now silent in your seat, stealing glances at him warily. 

If you’re mad, say something, you try to tell him with your eyes but they remain set on the road.

“Yoomi?” 

“What?” 

“I’m sorr-

“Save the apologies for when you’ve done something wrong.” He coldly cuts you off and you close your mouth immediately. 

After a few seconds, you try again, “are you mad?” 

He finally looks at you, and though it was subtle, you did notice how he glanced down at your lips a second too long. “I’m not.” 

“You could at least try to be convincing; your face says it all,” you pout, “you’re mad and disgusted.”

“I’m neither of the two.” 

“Prove it.” 

He looks at you incredulously, like ‘tf am I supposed to do??’

Sighing, he slightly nods, “fine.” 

“I’ll kiss you until you drop after you brush your teeth.” 

Kozume Kenma     

Kenma is multiple cats in one easily-exhausted human body. He could be a soft domestic cat, allowing you to love the hell out of him while you cuddle—or he could also be one with sharp claws if he’s aggravated, not really one with specialized attacks but still terrifying. 

Right now though, he’s debating whether he should be a dejected cat who’s ready to leave its owner (which is you) or a level-headed laid-back one. The latter was easier said than done, how could he remain calm when you’re being kissed by someone else? It’s a heavy pang on his chest and an excessive blow on his insecurities—but oh, wait, you pushed him off. 

“What the hell?!” You shout at the guy. It all clicks, of course you’ll never do that to him. Okay, he starts seeing red and no it’s not his Nekoma jacket. He could almost imagine his legs sprinting disgracefully towards the guy and attacking him in any form. Biting, punching, scratching, he doesn’t care, he’s going to unleash the sharp-clawed cat within him—the same one that quarreled with Yamamoto. 

But before he could, you’ve marched away, and he catches a glimpse of your teary eyes. He follows you shortly, glaring daggers at the guy who was totally creeped out. Kenma could be terrifying. 

He’s mad and frustrated, but that could wait. You are far more important than his anger and he’ll always put you first. He patiently waits outside the girls’ restroom, sending you a quick text to let you know he was waiting to walk you home like he always did. 

As you head out of school, you remain silent beside him. Your irritation was gone but he could easily tell you were worried about him and about how he felt. “Y/n?” He meekly says. You look at him. This time, you note, he wasn’t on his phone which he would normally be using right now. 

“Wanna hang out in my room?” He offers you a rare soft smile, and you smile back at him. 

You both laze off on his bed, his head on your stomach and your fingers running through his hair while he plays with his switch. He looks unbothered, but you’re just struggling to find the right words and time to talk to him about what he saw earlier. 

He may have looked unaware of your silent distress, but he was just waiting for you to be comfortable enough to talk to him about it. He’s ready to assure you it was fine though he was actually really embittered—of course he would be after seeing someone else kiss his beloved kitten. 

“Ken… about earlier in the classroom, aren’t you mad?” You softly glide your fingers across his cheek. 

“I don’t care much for it, y/n,” he sincerely says. “See, you’re lying,” you pinch his cheek causing him to look away from his game. 

“I’m only concerned about you, you must’ve been mad,” he says, tossing his console to the side and turning to face you, his cheek pressed to your stomach. “I’m fine, Ken, I was only worried you’d be mad.” 

“Then rest easy now that you know I’m not,” he smiles before taking your hand to cover his face. You look at him in surprise as he groans, and you didn’t have to take your hand away to know that his face right now was rather expressive. 

“I’m still super ticked about it though,” he huffs and you chuckle at how adorable he was as he alternately kicks his feet up and down his mattress in a mock tantrum.

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔨𝔶𝔲𝔲 𝔵 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 | 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

this is a gift for @dewybyul ilysm, youre the sweetest + thank you for being such a great moot! i aways enjoy speaking to you and im so happy we’re friends <3 i really hope you enjoy these! they were so much fun to write <33

❥akaashi keiji

☽ ravenclaw- he’s a model student that every teacher and student knows and adores

☽ probably becomes a prefect in fifth year + head boy in seventh year

☽ he and his hufflepuff best friend bokuto kōtarō are iconic- akaashi always helps him out in potions so bokuto doesn’t get on snape’s bad side with his exploding potions

☽ well-rounded student who’s good at all subjects but believes divination is bs. his favourite subjects are Transfiguration and Ancient Runes

☽ the only one who doesn’t fall asleep in Professor Binn’s History of Magic lessons + can actually write a good essay on goblin rebellions + risings (bokuto tries to copy)

☽ his favourite place in the castle is the library. always somehow has access to the Restricted Section because no professors question him

☽ striving for a career in the Ministry of Magic

☽ has a big beautiful owl that has everybody jealous and the prettiest quills

☽ seeker on Ravenclaw Quidditch team- he has a sharp eye and Lee Jordan calls him ‘the prettiest seeker’ during his commentary

☽ his favourite place in Hogsmeade is the Three Broomsticks- he loves butterbeer and cauldron cakes

❥atsumu miya:

☽ he has a rivalry with Peeves + can be found often yelling at the poltergeist. but he’s a pranker himself + is obsessed with Zonko’s

☽ claims he snuck into the Shrieking Shack and had to fight 3 zombies single-handedly to protect a crying osamu. osamu denies this

☽ the most vicious Gryffindor seeker- he’ll crash into the stands if it means he can catch the Golden Snitch first

☽ loves Hogsmeade and tries to illegally order firewhisky every time but gets denied and has to settle with butterbeer instead (kita once caught him trying to order it at the Hog’s Head)

☽ really good at Defence Against the Dark Arts but a menace at Herbology- he can’t keep the plants alive for the life of him and Professor Sprout kind of dreads every lesson with him

☽ will probably make it as a professional Quidditch player. wants to play for Puddlemere United

☽ gets into fights all the time with Slytherins yet somehow still always tries to start a conversation with Slytherin student sakusa kiyoomi

☽ he and osamu are always hungry even after the glorious feasts in the Great Hall so they have a habit of going to the kitchens and getting the house-elves to make them more food

☽ OBSESSED with honeyduke’s

☽ makes Moaning Myrtle cry for fun. aran whacks him on the head for this

❥kageyama tobio:

☽ accidentally took divination + calls it stupid right in front Professor Trelawney. she hates him now and predicts that he’s going to die a horrible death from choking on a liquorice wand (he doesn’t even eat them)

☽ Slytherin’s new seeker- he’s a younger student but a prodigy with the shortest record time of catching the snitch + has the best Firebolt broomstick

☽ he’s notoriously bad at his studies- Snape is always having meetings with him and somehow he just about scrapes his O.W.Ls

☽ but it’s okay because he’s a future pro-Quidditch player for Falmouth Falcons

☽ every dinner in the Great Hall kageyama can’t even speak because he’s too busy gorging himself on food

☽ he and Gryffindor’s hinata are always squabbling in potions but somehow always still sit together

☽ the first train ride to Hogwarts he sat alone and hinata stumbled across him. they end up in rival houses but they’re still lowkey friends

☽ doesn’t know shit about the Muggle world and doesn’t want to- not because he hates them but because he just doesn’t care and doesn’t see why a wizard needs to know about the Muggle world

❥kenma kozume:  

☽ goes to the Room of Requirement for peace and quiet when he thinks kuroo or lev is bothering him too much

☽ hates early morning practice with the Gryffindor team- he’ll go if hinata’s going but genuinely really wants to sleep in

☽ brings along his Muggle gameboy- all the other students are confused but intrigued about it but he swears by it, even if yaku insists exploding snap is better

☽ good friends with hagrid. nobody knows how they became friends but they are and kenma goes to his hut to drink tea

☽ practically a cat whisperer- all the cats in the castle adore kenma, even Mrs Norris which nobody understands

☽ effortlessly good at Astronomy- it’s his best subject but kuroo thinks its because he’s the only one who’s not sleepy in the lessons

☽ he cannot be bothered with the talkative ghosts- Nearly Headless Nick always tries to speak to him but kenma will act like he can’t even see him- he doesn’t want to be perceived

☽ knows all of hogwarts’ secret passageways and tunnels but nobody knows how but he does- he’ll pop out of some portrait hole and when people ask him about it he just simply says ‘shorter and quieter route’

☽ is really good at speechless spells- he’s the first one to master them in sixth year in DADA

❥oikawa tōru:

☽ the most popular boy- he’s known all over the school for his looks + charm and has girls asking him to be their date to the yule ball months in advance

☽ he’s a model slytherin student that snape adores. becomes prefect + strong candidate for head boy

☽ literally good in all subjects? but excels particularly in Charms and Potions

☽ gets free drinks at the Three Broomsticks with just a smile from madam rosmerta (which really pisses off his Gryffindor best friend iwaizumi)

☽ knows all the nastiest hexes to immobilise someone and turn their legs to jelly and does not hesitate to use them on someone *cough kageyama cough*

☽ hanamaki + matsukawa always play pranks on him with Zonko’s products and he hates it so much he really strives to get the stuff banned

☽ one of the best seekers in the entire school- but he despises his underclassman kageyama who easily rivals him. during practise they compete to see who can find the snitch fastest and oikawa tries to poke him with his broomstick

☽ but he’s an amazing Quidditch captain and Slytherin are often at the top of the league

☽ definitely has a fancy phoenix feather wand core

☽ ends up playing in Quidditch world cup as a top international player

❥semi eita:

☽ in ravenclaw- he’s a calm, decent student who isn’t always in the spotlight but he’s a good student that gets along with everyone

☽ except shirabu- he and shirabu often argue at Quidditch practise and often avoid each other in the Ravenclaw common room

☽ hangs around a lot with Hufflepuff student tendou and Gryffindor ushijima- semi helps them study a lot in the library but usually tendou is too loud so they get kicked out

☽ really good at Defence Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies- but Potions is one subject he struggles in

☽ loves Hogsmeade trips- it’s his favourite part of the school year and he saves his money for it to spend in the Three Broomsticks and Honeyduke’s

☽ always stays at Hogwarts for Christmas with ushijima and tendou; he buys them nice gifts + goes exploring through the castle with them

☽ huge Weird Sisters fan- ends up going into a musical career to rival theirs whilst also working for the Ministry of Magic

☽ he’s pretty good at his subjects but cannot fight off a boggart 

❥shirabu kenjirō:

☽ ravenclaw student- he’s really talented at all his studies + gets the highest grades in O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts

☽ but Ancient Runes and Arithmancy are his favourite subjects + he despises Divination

☽ because he’s such a good student he ends up getting a Time-Turner from the Ministry of Magic + gets to take extra lessons

☽ really respectful towards other students but squabbles a lot with Hufflepuff’s goshiki and his upperclassman semi

☽ he’ll never get caught using them but he knows a wide range of hexes which can be quite terrifying

☽ has read most of the books in the library, including in the Restricted Section- he can often be found studying there

☽ ends up working as a healer for St Mungo’s Hospital

❥sugawara kōshi:

☽ definitely gets a lot of detentions- but it’s always for dumb shit like trying to go into the Forbidden Forest out of curiosity (he’s so pleased when his detention is to go into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid)

☽ talking of which, he’s super good friends with Hagrid. he loves hanging out with him but freaks out at whichever creature Hagrid is raising now, often warning him of the trouble he’ll cause

☽ gives the teachers nicknames and accidentally calls Professor Dumbledore ‘Dumby’ to his face one day (much to daichi and asahi’s horror)

☽ Hufflepuff seeker- he’s an amazing player who doesn’t get the most attention but he always takes the crowds’ breath away when he does play

☽ his favourite subject is Charms and Divination- he’s actually really interested in the latter and buzzes off Professor Trelawney’s weird predictions

☽ really good friends with the ghosts like Nearly Headless Nick and the only one that doesn’t make Moaning Myrtle cry

☽ a really good prefect to the younger students- they all really like him and he doesn’t care for house rivalry

☽ after graduating hogwarts he returns as a charms teacher + all his students love Professor Sugawara who gives his best-performing students Honeyduke’s chocolates + answers questions about the Chamber of Secrets because he’s just as curious too

❥ukai keishin:

☽ owns the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade but also works part time as Quidditch coach at Hogwarts

☽ yells at students when they come in on Hogsmeade trips + make too much noise

☽ definitely has to break up atsumu’s fights with slytherins whenever he comes in + threatens to ban him if he uses a hex (but never does)

☽ sells the nicest cauldron cakes and pumpkin pies and the students love his butterbeer

☽ really good friends with Muggle Studies Professor takeda- takeda often comes to the Three Broomsticks and they drink firewhisky together

may have ‘accidentally’ sold firewhisky to some of the seventh years before (‘it’s not actually illegal if they’re seventeen, is it?’)

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[runin-reads]

How the National Japan team flirt with Iwaizumi

ATSUMU —> As soon as he sees Iwa for the first time, mf is on his knees like “owie 🥺my ankle hurts. If only 👀 Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer👅😳 were here to help...” like its okay tsumu, the rest of us are like that too. 😌Will post pics of Iwa on private story like “mine knows how to lift 🥵” but won’t say shit in real life until much later on, because believe it or not when he gets serious about someone, mans does NOT know how to flirt. Overall very theatric and Iwa notices straight away lmao. It also helps that Atsumu vaguely reminds him of oikawa, so Iwa takes all of this in stride, remaining unbothered (ugh king 😩👑 ) stutters over his confession, does it in front of people to make a statement. People clown his crush on Iwa the most PFFT.

USHIJIMA —> I feel like after the very canon, very real fling in California, he’s confident in his abilities to get along with him. He’s also very straightforward and unashamed. Will straight up say “Are you free tonight? I would like to take you out to dinner” in the middle of practice whilst Iwa’s bandaging someone up like 🧍‍♂️🩹 and Toshi’s just there like 🧍‍♂️🗿💐 in other words:

KAGEYAMA —> has known Iwa for the longest and has probably crushed on him in middle school. Even to this day I think his admiration remains, so he’s constantly asking Iwaizumi for feedback on his actions, and asking him for tips on how to prevent injuries etc. LOVES getting head pats, that’s probably his love language ngl. Confesses confidently whilst struggling to ease his nerves: “I-Iwaizumi San? Do you want to stay behind to help me practice?” Doesn’t even ask him to do on a date lol, volleyball IS the date. PERIODT TOBIO-CHAN!! 😤💅

HINATA —> similar to Komori since he’s always talking to everyone around him and being friendly. However 😏😏 he spent 2+ years in Brazil 🇧🇷 for what exactly? He KNOWS how to flirt and he’s confident about it too! Very smooth talker, iwa won’t realise hes building up to a pick up line until it hits him, and when it does everyone’s like 🤭😧😳 and hinata’s like 😊🤗☀️. I also feel like he flirts with his eyes. As in you’ll know he’s into someone when he gives that that intense look he usually saves for volleyball. Very straightforward confession, doesn’t care if they’re alone: “hey Iwaizumi San? Wanna go back to my place? Maybe grab some food? :D”

SAKUSA —> he does it ✨respectfully✨ he keeps his distance and admires from a far for a while. Catches feelings after Iwa treats an injury he has. Flirts by asking for his opinion on basically everything and constantly asks for advice on how to improve his volleyball plays and is eager to learn about Iwa and his profession, so asks a lot of questions about Iwa too. That’s his idea of flirting lmao, showing a lot of interest and respecting their ideas.

BOKUTO —> constantly impressed by every little thing Iwa does!! “Wow that’s so cool!!” “I’m literally just adding a bandaid but thank you”. He flirts by telling Iwa about everything that happens in his life and always invites him to hang out after practice etc. I can imagine hovering over Iwa to watch in amazement as he does the most simplest things . “I’m washing my hands, why are you watching?” “I need to make sure Im doing it properly!!”

ARAN —> Idk much about him, but I do know he’s a massive gentleman!! Will offer constant help to Iwa whether it be fetching spare towels, propping someone up whilst Iwa diagnoses their injury etc! (Ugh we love a respectful man! Iwa chan what else that brain do? 👅💦) Asks Iwa to talk in private and asks him to have food/coffee with him, and with a shy smile as well! (Wow look at him go 😊😊)

YAKU —> SUAVE MF lmao. You CANNOT look at his new hairstyle and tell me that he WOULDN’T be good at flirting, dude please- he’d probably pull his sunglasses 😎😉down his nose and give a long once over before licking his lips and rubbing his ands and- okay he isn’t a complete playboy. 😳 anyways he starts conversations easily with Iwa and slips in teasing jokes to see his reaction, before shooting his shot once they’re alone. “So are you free this weekend?” And he says this whilst looking over the top of his sunglasses, sir please 😩✋

HOSHIUMI —> EXCITED BOI!! 😤😆Eagerly asks if he needs assistance, works extra hard during practice to show off. Probably asks iwa to go to the gym with him because he’s so excited to become his friend! Confesses loudly, probably in private. The nerves cause him to shout out his confession: “I-Iwaizumi Hajime san! I like you okay?!” And he lowkey startled Iwa with his yelling lmao, baby 🥺🥺

KOMORI —> honestly I feel like he doesn’t even come off as very flirtatious until he straight up winks at Iwa after telling a joke. Lmao. He’s just very friendly to everyone so when he goes from 😊 to 😉😏 everyone’s like “....AYO🔈WE AIN’T EVER DID THAT BEFORE 🔈WHY YOU THOUGHT TODAY WAS GOOD?!🔈” lMAO please they’d be so caught off guard. 💀I think he’s the type to make small talk about anything when he’s interested in someone yk. He’ll do it in the middle of practice too right after a receive like “hey, New Years is coming up, you got plans?” and Iwa’s just there like ??? There’s another ball coming to you? Are you not gonna get it or... and then Iwa receives it which causes every bodies jaws to DROP, and komori falls even deeper because liberos just work like that. 🤪 (okay Iwa chan 😩) lowkey shy when he confesses🥺 he laughs a lot to ease his nerves

GAO —> AYO 🔇 WHO LET THE HIMBO OUT? 😹😹 LOCK HIM UP!! 🔇 okay but seriously this man tries cracking jokes with Iwa nearby and no one but Hoshiumi cracks up. Despite him being confident he’d confess in private because having a crush makes him pretty shy, believe it or not.

HYAKUZAWA —> very quiet 🥺 he would rather watch from afar, and when he confesses he does it with a lot of determination in his heart! (You got this hyaku!!) we don’t see much of him, but I just know he doesn’t shoot his shot until much, much later.

Bonus!! How kuroo would flirt with Iwaizumi

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[rintarous]

fuckboy!kita

[ masterlist ]

kageyama | osamu | suna | tendou

another surprising fuckboy

like kita fucking shinsuke as a fuckboy??

who would’ve known

maybe the world really is ending since kita became a fuckboy 

but the thing is,,, he’s not a fuckboy

sure he got that silent appeal that makes the girlies go wild

that and the fact the miya twins + suna drag him into their situations,,

but rlly he’s not a fuckboy !! he’s just unlucky enough to see the second years shenanigans

much to his dismay

save kita from 2nd years 2020

but despite the shit he has seen, he’s still a certified gentleman

he respects his wahmen

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T DO THE SHIT HIS JUNIORS DO

everyone wants to be tooted by kita cs they just assumed he was like *them* 

but nope y’all wrong

he minds his own business like that thank u very much

people come up to him and confess their love for him

which makes things v awkward real quick

cs kita just stares at them 

“i’m sorry?” he says, very confused

“i-i have a crush on you kita-san! please return the favor!” one would say

“i’m not looking for a relationship, sorry” kita bows before going back to whatever he was doing

the people were quite shocked on how bold and nonchalant he rejected them 

like the people would climb mountains, cross the vast oceans for kita,,,,, what the fuck

so rumors spread 

now kita can’t catch a break smh

the rumors are usually how he would allegedly flirt with people only to bring their hopes up and ultimately crush them by just saying he’s not interested

but knowing kita’s wise attitude

he does not give a shit ladies and gentlemen

unlike y’all whos stressing abt his private life,,, he enjoys his peace

“stressing too much causes wrinkles” he mutters to himself as he walks along the hallways of inarizaki high with people murmuring under their breaths abt him

and on one sunny day you bumped into him 

and lowkey you were kinda scared of him like what if he pulls a move on you

cs u being u, you believed those rumors and shit

but u know what happened instead???

he apologized for bumping into you and just leaves

and you’re like: JKSADHAKSJDHDHKASDHKH WHAT THE FUCK

but u said it outloud so kita was caught off guard and stared at you

“did i do something wrong?” he asked, genuinely confused and concerned if he offended you in some way

“no” you squeaked, “it’s just.. you are actually waaay different than i thought you were” you reasoned

and now this dude got even more confused, “what do you mean?”

“oh you know.. how you have this reputation about being someone who brings people hopes up only to reject them?” you explain

“well you have the wrong idea” he shrugs

and thus a friendship was born

out of mutual respect !! u respect kita and respects u 

the next few weeks you and kita have just been getting along

and making people wonder how the fuck were you not rejected by him

“she’s so lucky what the hell”

“how can kita-san even stand her”

so u know how it goes, rumors again spreading around the school like wildfire

and it eventually reached the vbc

“kita-san, did you get yourself a fling?” atsumu casually brings up as they were stretching

suddenly all ears were perked and everyone was now staring at kita

“a fling? is that some derogatory term for y/n?” kita accused 

“huh? no! i meant did you get yourself someone– wait who’s y/n?” atsumu splutters

and next thing he knew his teammates surrounded him and asked him questions all at once

“who is she!!”-osamu

“what class is she in?” -suna

“y’all fucked yet?” -atsumu

“guys back up a bit will you?” aran (thank god) defends kita, “but yeah kita, who is she?” 

“a friend of mine and definitely not a fling” kita says casually, resiting the urge to actually roll his eyes lol

“PFFT YEAH SURE” atsumu laughs only to end up getting smacked by his brother

“shut up ‘tsumu!” osamu scolds atsumu

“bitch you have no room to talk” atsumu argues with osamu

then things were abt to get chaotic til you walked in the gym carrying kita’s jacket

“hey kita you left this earlier” you greet as you placed the jacket on the bleachers

cue the miya twins pausing their fight with shocked faces

the vbc going: 🤭

and kita, blushing for some damn reason going: 😲

before he could do shit you already left the gym

“so y’all definitely fucking after this” atsumu snickers quietly

“practice is cancelled, i got other plans” kita dismisses the group as he jogs over to grab his jacket and basically follow you

“he’s whipped” aran chuckles with suna just blankly staring at kita’s direction

you were already about to leave school premises til you felt someone tug your hand

you looked behind you and saw it was kita

“kita?” you asked, a bit startled at how he basically chased after you

“let me walk you home” he clears his throat making you smile

“for someone who’s been called a fuckboy, you’re not really good at this flirting thing” you giggled

music to his ears 

kita suddenly turns into a bright shade of red

“well those are just rumors. you’re the first person i did this with” he defends himself

“i know. it’s too obvious” you laughed, linking your elbows with him before walking out of school

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[avis-writeshq]

Pretty setters and toxic traits I can relate with

characters: akaashi, oikawa, atsumu, kenma, semi

warnings: mentions of self harm/self-deprivation, angst

other: aight i have no idea what this is but uh... enjoy i guess 🤷‍♀️

akaashi can’t help but blame himself for every accident or problem that occurs on or off the court. he’s the setter — he’s supposed to be the one who has everything under control. every slip up that happens, whether it be because they were a second too slow to save a ball or if a spike gets blocked, he blames himself.

it isn’t fair on him and he shouldn’t have to feel that way. but he’s the vice-captain. he should be doing more. he hates getting benched because his anxiety just takes over. what if the other team catches up to them? or if bokuto goes into a slump?

no matter what happens, the team lets themselves known in the worst situations. they have his back and he’s not on his own.

oikawa is always trying to be someone everybody loves, despite knowing that there’s always going to be someone who wouldn’t like him. the fake mask he puts on is all too familiar — why wouldn’t it be if he wears it all the time? 

he’s always been seen as a perfect person. people see him and think, “oh, he has it so easy” but they don’t know him. oikawa tooru is a liar. he lies to himself to everyone around him. there’s a nagging voice at the back of his head screaming, “what if they don’t like you? what if they don’t care?” and he hates it.

oikawa tries so hard to get people to love him. but little does he know that he is loved and admired by so many people. iwaizumi, hanamaki,  matsukawa, the whole team. hell, even kageyama admires him. they’re there for him, even if the world turns its back on him. 

atsumu is a narcissistic perfectionist but sometimes he can’t help that. he wants things to be perfect because he knows he isn’t perfect himself. he’ll push himself and others until the absolute limits because he wants things to go without a hitch. sometimes, he cares too much without realising it. 

he tries his best to please people, no matter how much he tries to deny it. he likes the attention he gets after an amazing serve, and the satisfaction when a spiker hits the ball at a perfect angle. he lives off of it, which is why he works hard to make sure it happens again and again. but he always forgets to pay attention to himself.

but it doesn’t matter. because in the end, he has a whole team who is by his side. kita takes care of him and make sure he doesn’t overwork himself. osamu makes sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. aran helps him train and he knows when to stop. they’re a team and teams don’t back out on each other. 

kenma is terrified of being judged. he’s hyper aware to what other people think of him — do they like him? do they think he’s weird? what if they can’t stand him? the simple idea of it was a nerve wracking thing.

he knows damn well that not everybody would like him. but to him, it was the people he cares about that matters the most. what if they change their minds about him. that’s why he stayed mostly in the shadows. it was a safe place, a sanctuary for him to be himself. he plays video games because it gives him a chance to be free and to imagine things. he can restart if he makes a mistake or if he chooses the wrong path. but that’s not possible in the real world.

even though he overthinks and is terrified of people leaving him, a small part of him hopes that his team wouldn’t. and of course they won’t — after all, they are the blood and he is the brain. they don’t let each other down.

semi is scared of being replaced and forgotten by the people he respects and cares about. what if they find someone better than him? what if they realise he’s not as good as everyone makes him out to be? shirabu already stole his spotlight once — what if it happens again?

being replaced for starter setter by a second year was hard on him. of course it would be. he worked hard for this. hell, he got a sports scholarship to shiratorizawa while shirabu entered through the exam. shouldn’t he be better? he tries so hard; doubling his practice time and coming up with a thousand strategies to show his worth.

but... he doesn’t need to. he doesn’t need to accentuate his worth because he’s already worth so much to the team and to everyone. semi is someone they look up to and that is never going to change.

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[isabellitah]

Title : Our Wife

Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu

Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death

Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.

Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.

Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.

You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.

Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.

Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...

“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”

“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”

And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.

“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.

Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.

“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Dude what are you-”

“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”

“Wait what?”

“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”

With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”

Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.

Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.

Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”

Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.

The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-

He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.

Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.

“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”

“Not hard enough.”

“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”

The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”

“Aish of all the questions Rin-”

“B-baby...”

“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”

“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.

“Holy shi-”

“Y/N!”

The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”

“I knew that, shitface.”

“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”

“Who ya callin’ a pi-”

“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”

At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”

“Yeah, Omi-san?”

“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.

And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.

They may not show it but they were livid.

They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.

They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.

“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.

“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”

As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.

“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”

“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.

And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.

“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”

“No one messes with our wife.”

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[7soulstars]

hello! can i request something funny with thranduil? ony if you're comfortable with writing itof course.

he took y/n in *like Elnord did with Aragorn* but she is a huge troublemaker,always pulling pranks on elves or sneaking to the woods and putting herself in danger, giving him many heart attacks in the process, yet he can't stop loving her.

*screams* I love this !! Of course I’ll write something based on this ! Let’s go !!

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal 

Pairing: Thranduil x Immortal! Reader

Warnings: Cavity Inducing fluff, Angst if you squint, Decent writing ??

Summary: No matter how much of annoyance Y/N is,Thranduil cannot stop adoring his lady. 

..............

Erevan Ilesere ; The elven god of mischief and tricks

Nobody knew who Y/N was, what she is, where she is from or why was she found in the center of the clearing at the heart of the forest Mirkwood. Neither did she. She knew nothing of herself except her name. But that didn't intrigue Thranduil, the blue petal mark etched on her skin did.

The battle of the five armies had been a turning point in Thranduil’s life, he was at calm with himself, but at the same time he felt lonely. He let his son go on an adventure that he’d not know when he would return from, he was at peace with his wife’s death.He had to let her go.Though she would always have a special place in his heart. He had to focus more on his people, flourish his kingdom and move on. But he felt empty.

He felt alone.

So went he found Y/N heavily injured at the clearing, he didn’t hesitate to take her in.

Y/N was different. Not in normal mannerisms she was not. It was unexplainable. She was different.

After she was taken in by Thranduil and healed, she said she knew nothing of her kin or where was born. All she remembered that she had been living the life of a ranger for as long as she recalls.

She had always been alone.

But that never stopped her from being vocal. She was bold, so bold that she would barge into the court meetings to give the most random suggestions, make jokes or even put flowers in Thranduil’s crown during it. And he would always let her, sometimes even smiling.

The elves didn’t expect it. Valar! No one on Middle Earth would have. 

Y/N became the most adored individual in the entirity of Mirkwood. She made the place happier, the forest was healing and things got better.....

But everyone has things others do not enjoy about themselves. Y/N did too. She was chaos in a bottle. 

Once she had covered onions with caramel and gave it to the palace guards claiming they were caramel apples. The other time she had paired along with with Mëludir, Lindir’s brother who was at Mirkwood and had filled the sweet Lembas bread with mayonnaise instead of cream which had everyone at the dinner table spit it out except Elrond who as wierd as it seemed, took a liking to it. She had put a rat inside Tauriel’s hair, having her scream across the hall. And Rumil and her had filled Haldir’s shoe with mud which had forced the two to hide for the entire day later with Y/N hiding behind Thranduil and his robes flinching everytime Haldir was yelling at her.

“Lady Y/N this is not a joke I had those shoes cleaned yesterday and now you have ruined them! And Rumil you are no less! Is this how you treat me? Your Gwanur(brother)?? Lady Y/N that is not it-”

“Haldir enough leave her be”,Thranduil ordered as he hid you behind him even more as you clenched his robes.

“But-”

“I had helped her put the rat in Tauriel’s hair....are you going to discipline me too?”

“Apologies nin aran (my king), I am just simply worried she will get herself in trouble.....”

“Hmmm you are dismissed.”

With that Haldir had left pulling Rumil along with him. Thranduil looked down to see Y/N poking her head out from behind him and giving him the biggest and most sweetest smile possible. The elven king let out a chuckle as he shook his head. Freezing when she gave him a hug before she ran out mouthing a thank you. 

Thranduil would always side Y/N, even if he wouldn’t admit that she would scare the life out of him everytime she would do something dangerous, the others would warn him about the dangers she puts herself into but he would refuse to believe them. It wasn’t that he believed she wouldn’t do something like that but it was because he believed Mirkwood would be impossible for her to get out of without help.

But oh how wrong he was.

Ever since Y/N came to Mirkwood a few decades ago Thranduil’s daily schedule had always been the same. Wake up, do formal chores (like bathing, having breakfast with Y/N etc.) ,attend court and hear his people out, roam around palace halls or in the kingdom, spend his free time with Y/N and then spend his time researching something in the library before sleeping. This night was no different except there was an erractic knocking on the library doors. Y/N’s lady in waiting pushing through with a very alarmed look on her face. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her, ready to yell at her to disturb him at this time of the night. But the look on her face made him wait for an answer.

“Your Majesty, Lady Y/N she- she-”

“I would appreciate if you complete your sentence”

“She dissapeared !”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. An unfamiliar look passing across his face as he unseathed his sword and speed walked out of the library.

“HALDIR !”

“Lord Haldir and the patrolling team is looking for her in the city right now my lord ! She is nowhere to be found !”, the elleth contiued following him. 

“SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THE KINGDOM !” ,he yelled at her before mounting his elk and riding into the forest.

He searched for her, by the clearing, the spiders nestings, the old bridge, the narrow pathway that lead to the darker parts of the forest. But she was nowhere. 

“Y/N !?”,he yelled for the 14th time, his voice hoarse is eyes seaching frantically. Orcs and Wargs always preyed at night it wasn’t safe.

Splash

He heard the movement of water not much far from where he was he panicked, his elk moving swiftly but gracefully enough to not startle whatever was making the noises but this action was quite ruined by Thranduil yelling out the missing lady's name startling everyone before his eyes. Both him and his elk froze. There Y/N sat, by the backwaters looking at them with eyes widened as big as saucers, along with who seemed like mermaids that swam away as soon as they saw the elven king splashing Y/N with water wetting her completely.

“Thranduil? W-What are you doing here?”,she stuttered.

Thranduil moved closer to her watching as she visibly tried hiding something behind her back. He noticed how she was barefoot and scratches and cuts littered across her feet making his jaw clench.

“What are YOU doing here?”, the blonde elf hissed clearly angry but Y/N couldn’t point out why. Before she could even reply he yanked her hand from behind her back before stilling completely. His eyes unmoving from the contents in her hands. Forget me not flowers..... They had stopped growing in Mirkwood years ago. Drooping and dying more every moment the royal family distanced itself from each other, In grief, pain and misery.

“Where did you-”, ah the cuts on her feet, the dirt on her hands.....she brought them from out of the forest...

“I had seen them on our trip back from Rivendell months ago.....They were dying....I asked the mermaids to help me save them with spells, but you came interrupting them....”,she said in a soft voice, on the verge of tears breaking Thranduil out of his trance as he panicked,cupping her face with his larger hands. “I am sorry Lady Y/N I was simply worried about you, why did you not tell me? I could have helped you...”,he asked looking directly into her eyes as she poorly attempted to not shed any tears. “I didn’t want to bother you. I already bother everyone else. I don’t want to loose all of you..”, she said, tears unevitably falling and rolling down her cheeks. Oh... She thought she was alone...she had never asked for help from anyone....she felt insecure no matter how much everyone loved her....he knew someone who was like her few decades ago.

Him.

“You could never !”,he intended to say softly but it came out as a yell, making the woman flinch. He was mad, at himself for not noticing,for dismissing hints. “You would never......we care for you too much. Valar ! I care about you too much ! Everytime you do something dangerous my heart leaps....but I cannot resist your eyes, your words, you tempting smile.....Look at me....I do not wish to loose you like lost the rest of my people I cared about......”, Thranduil finished, his face only a finger distance away from the girl. “What are you doing to me Y/N ?”, he whispered, the other still trying to process everything. “Can I kiss you”, she whispered back. “Please...”,Thranduil said,his voice almost coming out as if he was begging.

And she did as the king asked, lips moving softly yet with love, for the first time in his entire life, the blond elf had let himself be completely vulnerable. His posture,his personality melting, almost as if a light glow covered around them. Even his dragon fire scar revealing itself for the first time to Y/N as they broke the kiss. Thranduil didn’t flinch when touched it, when she left a lingering kiss on it, smiling that wide smile he adored so much at it. The stayed that way before she leaned into his chest for a while,his arms around her. “No matter how much chaos you create I will never hate you...”, he said as he took in her scent.

Splash!

The voice echoed startling the two as the separated from each other, their faces red, only to see the group of mermaids hiding behind the rocks, their eyes on Y/N’s hands

The flowers were back alive and blooming....

That was the moment Thranduil knew that he had faced dragon fire once, but for his Lady he would face it again and again. He couldn’t help adoring her.

Back at the palace library the book was well forgotten, the pages flipping till it rested on a particular page littered with blue petals

Erevan Ilesere‘s Petal,his descendant on Middle Earth. 

But that is a story I, Gandalf will tell you another time.

--The End--

Finally ! Behold ! I am done after ages of procrastination! Thank you for requesting this fic it was really fun to write ! I may have gotten a bit distracted but did you like the twist ? I'm sorry if it's not really great but I really tried my best🥺.I really hope you did ! @gorgeourrific-nerd you too ! I think it is a bit similar to your request I hope you liked it too ! The rest of ya’ll too I ain’t forgotten ya’ll. Pleade like and reblog my posts if you like them ! Feedback is highly appreciated and please do not plagarize my work. I really work hard on them ! Thank you for supporting me! I love ya’ll so much !!

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[hold-my-hand-kuroo]

bus ride

you’re on a bus with suna, and there’s some unresolved tension

an impulse write because i’ve wanted to sit on a bus with suna for a while now

pairing: suna x reader

“Are we almost there?” Suna asks rather miserably for the umpteenth time. You’re not sure if he’s asking because he’s genuinely suffering or if it’s because he’s picked up on the fact that his parroting of the question gets on your nerves, but all you can do is sigh.

“Suna, we’ve been on this bus for thirty minutes,” you mumble, frowning. “It’s gonna be a few more hours before we reach the stadium. You know that, right?”

You hear some grumbling followed by a sigh. Suna slouches in his seat, eyebrows furrowed before turning to look at you. He comes awfully close, reaching over the armrest that separated the two of you from each other and leans on your shoulder. It’s not a very comfortable position, and his overall dissatisfied expression gives it away, but neither of you says anything about the proximity. Instead, you clear your throat uncomfortably and try to ignore his presence while scrolling furiously through Twitter.

In the first place, you’re not even sure why he chose to sit next to you, especially since he always took the back row where he could nap comfortably in silence away from the twins in the front of the bus. He enjoyed having two seats to himself and that was always the case, but when you felt the weight shift from beside you, you could only stare agape at his drowsy figure settling down in the seat next to you. It was jarring to say the least.

“Then just nap,” you finally offer when you can’t stand his eyes practically boring holes into your side profile. He’s up to something, you think. Scheming. “Don’t you always nap during long rides?”

“Can’t,” he mumbles in response. He’s so close that you feel his breath tickle against your neck. “It’ll already be late when we get to the hotel anyway, and I won’t be able to sleep if I sleep now.”

“That’s literally never stopped you from napping before,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “You sleep at practice sometimes too. Don’t think I don’t catch you dozing off.”

“The manager shouldn’t be ogling at players during practice,” he fake-chides, chuckling ever so slightly at your exasperation. As expected, he’s just sitting here to push your buttons. Honestly, you’re not sure how long you’ll last.

“It’s hard to ignore when you’re the only person in the court that never moves.” You try your best to hide your embarrassment because he’s not entirely wrong. It was only sometimes though when your eyes seemed to naturally drift toward the middle- blocker. Sometimes. “I’m doing the team a favor by keeping you slightly focused at the very least.”

“You’re doing a very bad job, then,” he laughs. You hate how smug he is about everything and anything and wish he’d take you seriously for once. “Manager, I have a request.”

“No.”

“What happened to helping out the team?” You’re not sure if he realizes what he’s doing, but when his hand moves onto the armrest to put himself in a more comfortable position, it grazes against your own arm. Worst of all, he doesn’t move it, letting his warmth seep into your skin. “I’m part of the team, right?”

“No, you’re-,” you try to respond, but your words are stuck in your throat as he rests his head on top of your shoulder. Quickly glancing at his face, you’re a little disappointed to see that it’s still his poker face. You’d be infuriated if you weren’t so flustered by the way his hair prickles your shoulder and neck and the slight smell of his shampoo. It reminds you of the time when the two of you were caught in the rain and had no choice but to seek shelter in his home where he let you bundle up in his bedsheets while your clothes were in the dryer.

It smells like his blankets, his pillows, and you almost catch yourself thinking about what it’d be like to take a nap with him in his bed, but you stop yourself almost immediately.

“I’m what?” he asks, rather amused at your reaction. There’s a knowing glint in his eyes, a tell that he, too, considers you something more than a friend, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“A loser,” you conclude firmly with your entire chest.

You couldn’t let him win this one. Instead, your eyes are back to your phone screen, ignoring the slight hum he makes before going completely silent. Still, he doesn’t bother removing his head from your shoulder, not even after he takes out his phone too to try and past time. You wish the bus ride would end soon, but judging from the time, you’d have to stay in this position for another four hours. It’s not entirely displeasing, having Suna this close to you, but it makes you more than nervous. It’s not unlikely for him to be able to hear the thudding of your heart, but you know that he knows all your tells like nobody else. He knows that you’re nervous and that’s why he doesn’t move.

You almost jump when your phone buzzes with a text from Suna. You’re mildly curious at what it is, but you try to ignore it. If you ignored it, he wouldn’t keep bothering you. Maybe he’d even give you some space to breathe and collect yourself.

But of course, he doesn’t, and you realize this when you get two more texts from him.

“Really?” you ask in utter disbelief. He doesn’t even react to your words, staring pointedly at his phone. “We’re right next to each other, you know?”

Another text.

Sighing, you finally tap on the banner wondering what the fuss is all about only to feel yourself wanting to beat him to a pulp. You weren’t expecting much, but you weren’t expecting so little either.

“Let’s play 8 Ball!”

“Let’s play 8 Ball!”

“Let’s play 8 Ball!”

“Let’s play 8 Ball!”

You groan inwardly. Of course, it’d be something useless like this. Of course. You hate that you feel a little disappointed, but you’re even more upset that you’re this let down by four 8 Ball texts.

“I guess you don’t want to play,” he murmurs, and you roll your eyes at that one. “I guess I will nap then.”

“That’s what I told you to do from the start,” you nearly hiss.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to it,” he mumbles, closing his eyes, and you think you’re safe from trouble for now. Again, you’re wrong, but this time, it’s your fault.

It’s a few minutes into his nap when you’re almost sure that Suna’s fully asleep based on his slow breathing. You’ve always wondered what kind of magic he used to keep his hair the way it was, and the curiosity eats away at you. It’d be funny if his hair was solid stiff from gel, but you’re well aware that Suna isn’t the type to wake up early to work on his hair. Then again, surely it wasn’t just the power of bedhead-

You’d have to figure it for yourself. It’s not because of your massive crush, you reason. It’s because you just want to know what his hair feels like. That’s all.

Slowly, you set your fingers on top of Suna’s head, pleasantly surprised that it’s soft and fluffy. It’s not gel, you conclude, but although you already have your answer, your hand doesn’t leave its position. Raking through his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp, you almost smile to yourself at how peaceful it is. It’s silent, but you like it that way, especially with his quiet breathing in the background. The fact that nobody around you seems to have noticed either is an added bonus, and you play with his hair as you please, running your finger through his locks.

You’re mesmerized by how at peace Suna looks like. Without his usual half-cocky and half-tired smile or his normal poker face, you almost his childlike mischief that seemed to make you burn bright red every single time. You swear he leans into your touch at one point, and you have to crack a smile at how he likes to be spoiled so much. He’s never normally the affectionate type, preferring to stay on the sidelines to cause trouble, so when you notice that he’s enjoying someone playing with his hair even in his sleep, it makes your heart flutter.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have any band-aids-,” instantly disrupts you from your peace, and you quickly fling your hand out of Suna’s hair to look up at Aran. The two of you maintain eye contact in silence. It’s awkward to say the least, especially when Aran tries to open his mouth to say something quick to save you from your humiliation but closes it, no words coming to mind. Instead, he clears his throat, nods, and walks away. “I think I have one in my bag actually. Sorry.”

“Well, that was awkward,” Suna comments from his seat after Aran is out of earshot. You’re mortified and can only stare at the boy in shock.

“How long were you awake?” Panic fills you as you suddenly realize that he probably was just pretending asleep all along.

“I never fell asleep in the first place.” He says it calmly still on your shoulder, voice unwavering, and you envy him for that. In contrast, you know that you’re distress is very much visible on your face, and he knows that too. That’s why he spares you a small smile. “So…are you going to continue?”

“I’m sorry?”

“It seemed like you were having a good time,” he teases, but when you don’t reply out of sheer embarrassment, he wordlessly takes your hand in his and places it back on his head. You try to sputter something out but fall back into silence as he tries to move your still hand around on his scalp before sighing and giving up altogether. Closing his eyes, Suna releases his grip on your wrist, fingers lingering around your skin before setting his hand back down on the armrest. “And I guess it was felt pretty good on my side too. Kinda.”

You keep your hand on his head out of shock, but you feel your arm falling asleep before Suna gets the chance to properly doze off. When that happens, he simply sighs and takes it back into his own hand.

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