Texts With Yuu Nishinoya!!

໒⦂ 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙃𝘾𝙎.

notes. because i’m that bitch who is abt to mark four times going to the theaters for this movie, you guys are getting my unhinged hcs for going to this movie with some hq boys

genre. crack. just crack.

ft. tooru oikawa, kenma kozume, hajime iwaizumi, rintaro suna, tetsuro kuroo, satori tendo

tw. headcanons may include some spoilers to the mario movie</3

gender neutral! reader.

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes. as a long time fan and because he heard peaches, tooru had to see the movie just to mess with you a bit ( and to relive his childhood )

⌗ “y/n-chan, at the end of the line, I’LL. MAKE YOU MIIIIINEEE, OHHHHH—”

⌗ “tooru.. i’m already yours..”

⌗ showed up in attire befitting of the movie theme ( overalls!! ) and begged to get the film special when you guys were ordering food and drinks.

⌗ doesn’t look it, but has for sure played mario games before! definitely owned a wii and ds at some point in his life; totally did download play with hajime, i don’t make the rules ( tooru does. ). so it’s needless to say he knew his shit

⌗ movie aside — tooru will very much be cuddling you in the theater because it gets cold and he likes being close!!

     ➫    𝓚𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘   𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you are GOING to the movie, you have no veto rights to say no.

⌗ knows the entire soundtrack with every single extract from every song in every mf game, and found ALL the easter eggs down to the “chasse au canard” — the french title for duck hunt.

⌗ while kenma may have this unyielding expeession of indifference that hardly ever leaves his face, you never failed to miss that look of childlike wonder that flashed in those golden eyes of his throughout the movie.

⌗ isn’t one for pda but since it’s dark, he held your hand throughout the movie and squeezed it whenever he spotted another reference<3

⌗ the mario high does not die down after the movie so y’all play for a bit on the wii just for nostalgia

⌗ yk when people come off a carnival ride and are all like “let’s do that again” — yeah, that’s him. but with this movie.

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ wasn’t crazy about going to the movie but when you kept begging to go, he just had to give into your pleas if it made you happy

⌗ it was needless to say, he was that meme of spongebob ascending when he heard the songs that were being played — especially when thunderstruck came on during the designing of the karts scene

⌗ “i know they did not just- what is this soundtrack. AND WHY IS IT IN A MARIO MOVIE.”

⌗ cannot choose between the kart scene and the arena fight between mario and donkey kong ( if he had to pick favs )

⌗ the training scene of mario doing the obstacle course had him howling — could not stop laughing and honestly, same.

⌗ comes out of the theater blabbering about everything he saw, acting like the gemini he is capable of being at times and it was just the cutest, rarest sight for you<3

➫ 𝓢𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝓡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ made the FUNNIEST COMMENTS during the movie — istg people started looking at you cuz you could not stop laughing

⌗ “damn, bowser really just got jumped in broad daylight in brooklyn.” or “the fact that nobody said or questioned anything when a bunch of turtles just pulled up rampaging through the city — like just another day in brooklyn.”

⌗ he was LIVING for the shy guy scenes, like when they jumped spike in the streets of brooklyn or made those noises and did the head tilt when luigi was having this very non lgbtq moment with bowser

⌗ saw and heard cranky kong and now kins him just for the sarcasm and dry comments

⌗ he knows the mario brothers rap VERBATIM and sang it when it came on ( also sang the dk one )

⌗ immediately changed his ringtone to the gamecube start up noise when luigi’s phone went off in the movie and downloaded the entire soundtrack on spotify for studying purposes ( totally played it for many more reasons )

    ➫    𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢   𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ if you thought you were safe, no you are not. because when i tell you.. he picked up the bowser rizz like a disease ( kuroona fr ).

⌗ the whole “i guess love really makes a guy come out of his shell🥴” — yeah. expect to see him turn to you SPECIFICALLY during that scene ( because he has seen videos ) JUST TO SAY THAT TO YOU.

⌗ you either laughed, smacked his head or deadpanned — the choice is yours.

⌗ he gave you a side eye when mario ended up in the cat suit and me-owed into your ear mockingly before doing that chaotic ass laugh of his

⌗ when you go to shower and get ready for bed, don’t be surprised when you exit and hear piano noises of tetsuro just casually showing off his take on the underground theme

⌗ like tooru, he also sings peaches to you. literally came out of that movie and made bowser his new personality

➫ 𝓣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢 𝓢𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ come on now, this weeb is totally a nintendo geek / enthusiast — HE QUITE LITERALLY PUT THE TENDO IN NINTENDO so OF COURSE you guys are going to this movie

⌗ he was very eager and excited to attend, has literally been waiting all his life for this movie to come out- to like finally be MADE

⌗ it was just the cutest sight but he was a MENACE in the theater — literally snickering throughout the movie during every joke or was just pointing every reference

⌗ he did several impressions of toad to get a laugh out of you and honestly you couldn’t help yourself; it was silly and stupid but adorable

⌗ when take on me started playing during the drive with funky kong through the jungle kingdom, he did the high pitched bit from the memes and honestly you had to laugh

⌗ another peaches enthusiast.. “OHHHH PEACHES, PEACHAAAAAAS-” gets the flashlight pointed at him to hush and he covers his mouth before snickering

notes. yes i know this was unhinged and just on a whim but enjoy, thank you and goodnight

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໒⦂ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆.

synopsis. the general of the xianzhou luofu is absolutely knocked out, nowhere to be found, and you’re left to look after of his son retainer.

genre. fluff + crack

tw. secondhand embarrassment..

for @melukonova <3

jing yuan x gn!reader.

“i am not a child!” the blond haired swordsman whined out, sheathing his icy blade. “therefore i do not need babysitting!”

you let out a sigh, throwing your bow on your back as you caught up to the fuming teen. “i don’t wanna look after you anymore than you want me to. but your dad- i mean, mentor, ordered me to.” a chill ran down your spine. “and i don’t even want to know what would happen if i disobeyed and lost you.”

the dozing general, as your good friend sushang called him, was all lax and carefree until angered. you being you, the last thing you wanted was to see first hand what that anger looked like. after all, they did say the calmer ones are scarier when they snap.

yanqing eyed you for a moment before letting out a huff, unfazed by her reasoning. “what makes you think i would get lost? i’m perfectly capable of handling myself, i’ve been doing so for years now!” he argued before drawing out a hum. an idea. “but..” he dragged out, peering at you from the peripheral of his gaze. “if you want to waste your day chasing me around, i suppose you’ll have to keep up!”

and just like that, the boy was gone within a sprint.

your palm came in contact with your forehead as you let out an ( exasperated ) sigh. normally you would have left the kid to do his thing, but with the mara-struck soldiers around and all sorts of dangerous beings.. it wasn’t wise to leave him on his own, even if his skills rivaled or outnumbered your own.

“this kid is gonna be the death of me.” with that in mind, you bolted after him. “wait up!”

yanqing didn’t dare slow down as he maneuvered his way through the artisanship commission — a favored place of his. for awhile he’d been eyeing a sword there, but sadly.. he’d spent his entire paycheck upon receiving it.

which for reference, was last week..

however, two days ago yuan had provided him with the necessary credits to purchase the blade. hence his pursuit for the antique store.

when his peridot eyes found his destination, they sparked with relief when they caught sight of the sword. his prayers had been answered! no one bought it!

he took the antique meticulously into his hands, as though afraid it could shatter if handled incorrectly, as he brought it up to the counter.

“sir yanqing, you’ve returned!” the storekeeper greeted, smiling brightly. “the sword’s been waiting for you the entire week! since no one has come to purchase it, it seems it was meant to be with you after all!”

the ice user let out a chuckle, folding his arms proudly across his chest . “it seems so!” he grinned before reaching into his pocket. “same amount as before?”

a nod. “same amount!”

relieved to hear it hadn’t gone up in price, yanqing continued his search.. only to come out empty handed.

the boy blinked in surprise, reaching into another pocket.. and nothing again.

“i must have left it at the estate!” he mentally scolded himself before looking up with a blush coating his cheeks. “i-i um.. left my wallet at home.. is there any chance you can hold onto the sword while i get it?” he asked, praying the shopkeeper would say yes, but his apologetic smile said otherwise.

“i’m sorry sir yanqing, it would go against the store policy since we’re an antique shop — you sort of find what you can get..”

the young prodigy paled, whispers entering his ears around him about the blade. if he left, someone was sure to take it!

“what to do, what to do..”

“yanqing, there you are! i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” you called out, glancing between the blond and the store clerk. “were you going to buy this?”

his eyes widened at your ability to have caught up so quickly. he thought he’d lost you amidst the twists, turns and teleportation! it seemed his methods in slipping away still needed work. he could only wonder how the general had perfected his so well.

parting his lips, yanqing felt the need to interrogate you on your abilities in finding him, but he closed them right after, his curiosity faltering. “it doesn’t matter, i left my credits at home so i can’t buy it.” he mumbled back, cheeks burning as the words left his mouth. how could he have made such a rookie mistake?!

a hum left your lips at his reasoning before you reached into your utility belt, pulling out a sum of credits you’d received just yesterday. “how much is the weapon?” you stepped forward, holding out the bills in your hand.

the blond nearly felt his jaw drop at your actions. were you going to pay for him?? he couldn’t allow that — it wasn’t right!

“w-wait, y/n! i can just get another one some other time!” he blurted, tugging on your wrist to pull you back.

however, you ignored him. “will this be enough or does it cost more?” you asked, refocusing your gaze on the shopkeeper — who looked almost dumbfounded. how much did cloud knights earn?!

“um- it will do, y-yes..” the owner answered quietly, popping the register open before grabbing a tote. “would you like a bag with that..?”

you looked towards your blond companion, nudging him out of his daze. “bag or no bag?”

“n-no bag..” yanqing answered quietly, taking the blade off the counter before sheathing it at his hip.

the walk to the estate was quiet, minus the rustling of the trees and gossiping of birds.

no wonder the general liked his naps so much, it was peaceful and much needed- considering his workload.

yanqing hadn’t spoken a word after saying he didn’t need a bag.

part of him was still disbelieved about it all. if it hadn’t been for you grabbing his wrist to guide him back home, he would’ve remained frozen in his place.

the silence didn’t matter to you though, your job of looking after yanqing was nearing its end. you could return to your post in about twenty minutes worry free.

“y/n, yanqing!” the general greeted at the gates, smiling that cat-like grin he always sported. “i was beginning to think something had happened that required me to save you both.” he teased, sliding his gaze over to his retainer’s hip before letting out a chuckle. “i see you went shopping. is that the one you’ve been eyeing?” he inquired gently, folding his arms comfortably over his chest.

the teen looked up at the albino haired male for a moment before lowering his eyes, shame overcoming him. “a-about that, i left my wallet here.. so y/n bought it for me.” he confessed, flushing like he did before. he felt bad to have you pay, after the way he behaved with you earlier.

and yuan had no issue picking up on this as he let out a hum. “really now?” he questioned softly, peering over at you for confirmation.

surprise crossed your features upon being addressed before you inclined your head. “he was worried someone would buy it if he left the store, so i paid. but it’s no issue at all! t-truly, general..”

the lightning user let out a hum. “i see. well i can’t let your kind actions go to waste.” he spoke up finally, raising a hand to his chin.

“that’s alright- consider it a gift.” you smiled awkwardly, waving your hands dismissively before flitting your eyes to the blond. “i hope the sword finds you well.”

yanqing felt his guilt creeping up on him as he watched you turn before he could say his thanks.

and then his voice found him. “w-wait..!” he blurted out, grabbing your hand, as you did previously to him. “you didn’t let me thank you properly..” the ice user spoke up, swallowing his embarrassment to look over at the golden eyed male beside him for permission. “can y/n stay over for dinner?”

“dinner?? with the general and his retainer?!” you shouted in your head, astonished that the boy was even asking such a thing when all he wanted was to get away from you.

“a-ah, yanqing that’s okay- it was a gift! therefore no payment is required.. and i don’t want to intrude.” your voice quieted at the last sentence, suddenly feeling flushed yourself.

you had a post to get back to and later a box of leftover takeout waiting for you at home. having dinner with the general and his apprentice was completely unheard of!

however, the general in question thought otherwise. “hmm.. i think the kid is right.” jing yuan finally said, lowering his hand to the arm over his chest. “you’re relieved of your duties for tonight. yanqing, show them in while i get dinner started.”

with that, the general was already walking through the gates into his grand estate.

and once more.. you were left to look after his retainer — or in this case, he was left to look after you.

“um.. this way.” the blond brought you out of your trance when he dropped your hand, moving a few steps ahead of you.

the walk was awkward to say the least, he was truly hoping for yuan’s assistance on this, but alas.. he had other plans.

perhaps this was yanqing’s punishment for forgetting his wallet behind. “have you visited here before?” he sliced through the silence, though not as cleanly as his swords would.

you slid your eyes to him, surprised to hear him speak, though you recovered quickly. “a few times to deliver messages, but never beyond the gates.”

the blond nodded in understanding. jing yuan was keen on not mixing home life with work, he liked to preserve his relaxing environment. which made sense, people came home to relax and get away from their job.

he continued onward with you, stopping at the small nook he normally spent time off in to grab what looked to be.. digital checkers?

your brows rose a little. despite yanqing arguing that he was not a child, he sure favored his games.

his eyes met yours — a wordless invitation.

it’s not like there was much to do. anything to pass the time ( and embarrassment ) will do.

“alright, dinner is ready!” the snowy haired general called, walking out with a crockpot in hand — a culinary achievement of his. “who’s hungr-”

“HOW?!” yanqing’s voice tore through his question, causing him to blink. his retainer wasn’t one for losing his cool around others; had he missed something?

you surveyed yuan at the doorway for a second before lowering your eyes to the blond, lifting your shoulders at his outburst. “beginner’s luck?” you asked with an innocent smile.

only, he wasn’t buying it. “no way-! then i demand a rematch to test that statement!”

“how about you let our guest eat first.” the general chimed in, chuckling softly when the boy sharpened up instantaneously. worked every time. “i see you and y/n have been quite busy in my absence.. perhaps i’ll have to try my luck with them as well.” he mused, winking over at you.

your face heated up at the gesture, not having anticipated that of your superior, but you tried not to think too much of it.

sure he was a smooth talker and incredibly handsome. you’d even caught that foxian ambassador selling his pictures once!

however you knew better than to become romantically attached. least of all with your, quote on quote, boss.

even so, you couldn’t help those butterflies that crept into your gut at that wink. it was heart-stopping.

you took the vacant seat the boys had left you- across from yuan, ironically. once again, you tried not to think much of it.

but how could you do that after his fingers brushed yours so delicately when you reached for the ladle?

the way his golden eyes fell to yours and that dreamy look on his face with that lazy smile. no wonder you kept away from the general, you wouldn’t survive a day!

yanqing eyed the exchange, glancing between you and his caretaker. something felt strange in the atmosphere, and at this point, he was rethinking his choices on inviting you to eat. this was.. embarrassing to witness, and he’d had enough of his own share already.

still, it would be rude to send you home or question his guardian’s actions.

that, and he couldn’t help this weird, fuzziness in his chest. the little kid in him that yearned for that familial feeling.

granted, jing yuan on his own was a father figure enough — but right now, sitting at the table between you both.. he couldn’t help the rush of emotions he felt all at once.

he wondered if maybe, you would come again to dinner if he asked you to.

notes. hi queen i was trying so hard to get this out on your birthday but i fr blanked out and the creative juices went dryer than sumeru’s desert😐 anyway i hope this was what you wanted?? went from where’s waldo ( yanqing ) to very fluffy dinner??? first time writing jing yuan AND yanqing too, so i am um.. concerned for the portrayal. but i hope it satisfies you! and happy happy birthdayyy mami, mwah<3

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memories of you.

pairing. dan heng il x gn. reader.

summary. over the course of time, even the brightest memories fade — yet you still cling onto something long forgotten by the other.

notes. supposed to be sleeping rn but this just hit me lol it’s kinda short and unedited but likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

You don’t know what hurts more. 

The years you’ve spent apart, or the realisation you’re confronted with, as you come face to face with someone you had long thought to be buried by past memory. 

“Dan Feng?” 

His name comes to your mind — your lips, almost instantaneously, its utterance one of disbelief as you look upon him. You know of the sin he’s committed, and the life he was consigned to within a prison of stone. 

He shouldn’t be here. 

His rebirth had been his escape, his liberation. It gave him a chance to chase freedom — traversing across worlds and the astral seas, without so much of a look at the past he’s left behind him. 

Yet a part of you wishes he did, to hope that he had at least thought of you, to hold some form of sentimentality towards what had once been his home, and the memories cumulated over a thousand years. 

Because you’ve never truly let him escape your memory — his image still haunts you, his name still spoken amongst the stories of old within the Xianzhou. How were you to forget such a person like him? 

But it appears he does not share such sentiments, regarding you coolly, the hope you had held onto crumbling just as quickly, with a single confession upon his lips. 

“I am not Dan Feng.” 

It’s unshakable, the look in his viridian eyes, that holds no semblance of recognition towards you, his cold gaze dismissively passing over you as if you were another cloud knight in his midst. The words aren’t even directed at you — there’s no acknowledgement of your existence. 

The general beside you sighs. You can’t bring yourself to look at him — you can already feel the pitying look he’s cast in your direction. 

There’s a sinking feeling of further disappointment in your chest as he brushes past you, paying you no mind. You can only stand aside and watch him and Jing Yuan converse. You wonder what it is that you look like to him — just another bewildered soldier under the famed general’s command. 

You’re not someone important. But you feel an aching tug on your heart just the same, as the general lets out a soft chuckle at the vidyahara’s words. 

It’s bittersweet really. 

You can picture the same moment from centuries ago, where this hadn’t been such a lonesome reunion beneath grey monotone skies, surrounded by ghosts of the past. 

The skies were clear then, joined by the laughter of a group. And Dan Feng, he had laughed with you, raising a cup in toast. But it’s been reduced to a mere echo in your ears, something you occasionally imagine hearing as you reminisce on memories that only you’re left to hold within your heart. 

It hurts you to see him deny his own existence — to deny the past intertwined with it. And when he finally turns away from Jing Yuan to glance back at you with those eyes of his, it’s an almost familiar scene. 

Yet his eyes are glassy, devoid of light. 

“Who are you?” 

You can only look at him sadly with a tight lipped smile. 

( A faint memory emerges of the day he had confessed against a similar landscape, and he had looked at you with such devout emotion in his eyes. )

For you stand hundreds of years in the future — now strangers to one another, and a forgotten history between you. You’ve been brought back to the beginning again, as if this world is following the cycle of his rebirth, this the first introduction to the one who has no memory of you. 

“I’m… Y/N.” 

It somehow sounds like a final farewell to you — to all you know, as he silently nods. 

“I am Dan Heng.” 

Dan Feng is never mentioned again. He shoots you a blank look when you open your mouth to repeat a name that is long known to be dead to him. He shakes his head and merely repeats the same phrase, voice weighed with dull sincerity. “I am Dan Heng.” 

You sigh, your shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry.” 

It seemed nothing would get through to him. 

You can’t help but still see flickers of him within this new incarnation. He looks as if he’s been plucked from a moment in your memories, as if he was just the high elder of the Vidyahara, quietly gazing into the distance of the Scalegorge waterscape. 

He’s so close, yet so far from the man you once knew.  

You want to believe there is still some fragment of his past self buried within him, but you know that to be a selfish wish. How could you presume to know him after centuries of silence? 

He’s changed. And you’re still just clinging onto a past you cannot let go of — these memories of him. 

Perhaps it’s because you never had a chance to truly say goodbye, your final partings torn away from you alongside the moments where you had been happiest — for they mean nothing when they no longer exist in the mind of the other. 

You don’t want to say those words of farewell. And he doesn’t want you to hold on. 

As to him, he must look back on them as moments of grief, each building up to that final act of transgression. You may not have witnessed the brutality of this world, but he had seen it fall apart before his very eyes — and attempted to piece it back together with his own hands. It’s cost him more than you can presume to imagine. 

He doesn’t want to go back to that. 

He’s paid the price a thousand times over, so much he’s forgotten why. He doesn’t need a cause to remember the pain. 

‘Dan Heng’ doesn’t want to hear any of it, not even when you walk through the place that was once his home, of the history deeply rooted here. Rather, his eyes are constantly drifting to the sky above, where a cluster of stars twinkle in the sky. 

You can tell he wishes to return elsewhere. 

He’s left this world behind long ago — his heart no longer lies here, given up the day he had gone against the principles of life and death that bind your species. 

Perhaps you won’t forget him. 

But to him, you’re a distant memory to the countless futures he’s to live. 

four characters that make you yell: " my man, my man, my man! "

the boys in question:

cloud strife - final fantasy 7

oberon vortigern - fate grand/order

hajime iwaizumi - haikyuu

zack fair - final fantasy 7 crisis core

tags: anybody interested!

thank you so much for the tags luma xoxo /p

"MY MAN"

four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !! I'll go first !

thought this was a silly idea keep it going! tagging ; @rrairey @httpshujii @cindol @shokosprincess @seneon @cheriiyaya @accidentcache @suntoru and anyone else wanting to participate !

say you'll remember me.

pairing. jingyuan x gn. reader.

summary. you've disregarded time long enough, and now there's a million things both of you have yet to say, but the other is slowly fading away — so much, you've become utterly unrecognisable to one another.

Time kills just as ruthlessly as any other weapon — death is a mercy, now that you’ve seen what other horrors have been brought from forsaking one’s humanity for the price of more time.

You’ve become a victim to such yourself, the curse that had been passed down from your ancestors mistakes, have finally caught up to you.

You hate them for it, all this pain you now suffer, of the petals having begun to crawl their way up your throat, and the hacking coughs riddle your body. Those words of a ceaseless hatred repeat within your mind, as they suffocate you — drowning you in a sea of these cursed flowers.

Such affliction kills you slowly, tearing apart your body and mind, as you can only accept your inevitable descent into madness. Your thoughts are already a jumble of anger and regret, as you look down at the sprouting growths that have spread over your body. It disgusts you, to even look upon your face in the mirror, which is far beyond recognisable.

You don’t know what you even are anymore. You don’t know anything. Pain has taken over your entire body, each movement tearing into a part of you — you cannot think of anything beyond it. It’s all a blur, you cannot focus on anything except your own anguish, the world having faded to obscurity around you.

You’ve started to forget. You feel your grip on the precipice that is your own mind slipping.

You think you would rather rip your own throat out and bring an end to this suffering, because you know there is no cure. In the thousands of years you’ve been around, no one has found one. Yet the healers still believe they can, that they are close.

You want to die already. They’re clinging to a fool’s hope, forcing you to cling to life — a life you no longer can stand to live.

But you’re chained to a bed as a precaution, unable to rise nor speak, silently suffering, your thoughts unbeknownst to the two people who circle around you — a small purple Vidyadhara, who feeds you spoonfuls of random concoctions, and a silver-haired man who looks at you each time with pained sorrow in his golden eyes.

You want to say something, because it hurts, each moment you spend here; except nothing escapes your lips but a muffled sob. The male reaches out as if in response, but his arm is smacked away by the healer. He shouts something indiscernible — perhaps it was your name.

You don’t remember. You don’t remember his name either. But it was the faintest shred of familiarity.

Strangely enough, you feel a surge of unprovoked anger at the Vidyadhara girl who had pushed you apart. A sudden burst of strength courses through you as if in response, writhing against the chains that hold you down, reaching for him.

He’s still looking at you, but he’s drawing back — recoiling, and you feel as if you’re being pulled away from your last remaining anchor of familiarity, your fingers slipping away from these memories, your extant shreds of humanity. You want to call out his name, but you don’t remember.

You want to remember. Yet you only know flashes of pain and rage, constrained by these chains — they bind you to this earth, this reality of suffering.

You sound as if you’re screaming your outrage to the heavens itself, a strangled noise escaping you as a wave of madness takes you, blindly lunging for him to no avail — all while Jingyuan can only watch in stunned silence.

It hurts him to see you in this way, but sometimes, Jingyuan is grateful for those chains. It’s a reminder of restraint to himself, for he wants nothing but to hold you and whisper reassurances in your ear, yet it’s with resignation, he knows it won’t do anything to help you.

He doesn’t know what you would do anyway — you’ve grown unpredictable. Some days, you lie completely still in contemplative silence, your eyes glazed over and blank, while others you’re thrashing around, threatening to snap the chains that bind you.

The look in your eyes is animalistic, feral even. There’s barely a hint of recognition within them.

Everytime you lock eyes with him, his heart sinks further into desolate hopelessness. He knows you’re unable to see him in the same light you once did, your memories of him ruptured by the mara that tears you apart in both mind and body. Your reaction to his touch is something of a stranger’s.

He’s lived too long, seen too many deaths, watched as those close to him perish as well, none of them immune to the madness that stemmed from their own roots. It finds a new way to hurt him every time, as he thinks of his mentor Jingliu, and the remainders of the high cloud quintet — all who’ve met such violent ends.

Sometimes, he wishes it was him that had gone mad alongside them. It hurts far more to witness it all from the side, unable to do anything — nothing had struck him in the heart as much as you had.

You’ve lived forever in his memory since the day you first met, and he still remembers that day, among so many others. He reminisces upon them, as you are before him.

It’s been so long since he’s heard your laughter, much less see you smile.

He wants to stand under the sunset again, amongst that field of marigolds with nothing but the feel of the autumn wind blowing through his hair, and your hand in his. And when you had laughed, it was like music to his ears, the merry tinkling of bells — you were simply exquisite, breathtaking beneath the golden light of the setting sun.

He remembers placing a flower in your hair, brushing it back as he had kissed you. Your lips tasted like honeyed wine, addicting and divine — Jingyuan could barely bring himself to part with you, after having savoured such for so many years. If he had known what would soon befall you, he would’ve never let go, memorised every inch of you.

You’ve never had enough time.

It’s one of his fears. That one of you is left to persist in eternity, having to bear witness to the other fall victim to the mara that inevitably overtakes all of you. To live in regret, left to carry nothing but memories within an empty heart.

But not the greatest.

Jingyuan remembers you asking this too, laying in his lap as you had gazed upon the stars in the sky above.

"What's your greatest fear?" you had asked, back when this future hadn’t yet become your reality.

It had all seemed like a distant dream then, when you had eternity stretching out before you. But how quickly such illusions of time had been shattered, these statements turned true.

"To be forgotten," he replied. "But not just that. To be forgotten by a person who I could never forget."

But even you have forgotten that.

++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio’s spouse winds up in prison. special treatment ensues.

[cws] gender neutral reader. fluff.

“What you did was incredibly stupid.”

“I’d like to think it was very brave, actually.” You quip back, lips pursed as you turn up your chin. “You should be proud of me, really.”

“I should be proud that you got yourself thrown in prison?” You don’t have to look up to know that Wriothesley is sporting an incredulous expression. “Did they knock your head around a bit before bringing you down here?”

“You’re acting like I murdered someone.” You finally meet his gaze, and you resist the urge to sink down into your seat at the clear disapproval in his eyes. “All I did was—”

“Break into the Opera Epiclese and destroy government property.”

“That’s such a trumped-up charge!” You huff and roughly cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing as you think back on the charges that had been slapped down onto you by that damned archon. “You trip in the dark and accidentally fall into the oratrice and all of a sudden you’re a criminal. Hmph!”

“Yeah, exactly. It also doesn’t help that you broke in—”

“—I left my bracelet in there after the trial! Was I just supposed to leave it behind and potentially lose it forever? The condition of the lost and found in that place is downright terrible—the guards pocket all the good stuff.”

“You could have bought another one.”

“Not like this one.” You look down to the gray bracelet encircling your wrist, and a warmth spreads in your chest as you gently twist it around, finger rubbing over the messily written engraving on the inside of it. “This was a gift.”

“Hardly.” He sighs, and your eyes flick up to watch as he runs his hands through his already messy hair. “It’s just scrap metal I bent up and welded because I couldn’t buy you proper jewelry back when I was a prisoner.” It’s his turn to look at the bracelet.

“You were so creative back then.” You smile a bit wider. “I remember you used to have something new made every time I came to visit you. What was that one thing you made? The one that we painted together?”

“The ballerina music box.” He groaned, looking a bit embarrassed, and you snapped your fingers.

“The ballerina music box!” The ballerina was a bit oddly shaped, and the box had sharp corners on one side and rounded on the other, and the song the box played was distorted and sounded more creepy than relaxing due to some disfigured cogs, but you loved it nonetheless, and had even sobbed in thanks when he had first presented the gift to you. “I love that little box.”

“It looks like a child made it.”

“A child in the throes of eleazar, yes,” you nod, and his mouth opens a bit in surprise before he huffs out a laugh. “But I still love it… because you made it.” You give him a sweet smile, and you can see him soften up before your very own eyes; broad shoulders losing that rigidness, lids lowering, crease between his dark, thick brows disappearing.

“You’re tryin’ to butter me up.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Is it working?”

“Not at all, jailbird.” He gives you a smile of his own, and despite the clear sarcasm in it, you can’t help the little flutter your heart does at the sight. “No special treatment for you.” So he says, yet he had placed a cup of tea down for you the moment you were brought to his office, and had even tried to inconspicuously nudge the basket of cookies in your direction, pretending not to notice when you reached for one. “Spouse or not.”

“What a mean man.” You slouch down in your seat. “I treasure the gifts that my lovely, amazing, strong, handsome, and so so so incredibly smart husband gives me and what do I get in return? A criminal record and unfair treatment! I’m suing the entire nation the moment I’m free!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand in the air as if fanning away the conversation, and now it’s your turn to huff. “For the few days that you’re here, you’ll be working directly with me in exchange for coupons.” He takes a slow sip of his tea, adams apple bobbing as he swallows, before gently setting the cup back down onto its small plate. “I’ll make your first job real easy to get you in the swing of things.”

“How kind of you.”

He just barely contains an amused smile. “Very. Now…” He shifts in his seat. “Give me a kiss.”

“I’m married, Your Grace.”

“I’m sure your husband won’t mind. Kiss. Now.” He taps a finger against his lips, and after a moment you stand up and round his desk, hands finding his shoulders as you bend at the waist so your noses brush.

“My husband is a very good fighter, by the way. When he finds out you twisted his spouses’s arm like this, he’ll pummel you.”

“I can handle him.” A hand snags you by the waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you only have time to let out a quiet yelp before Wriothesley’s lips are on yours. The kiss is slow, sensual, and it brings a warmth to your cheeks and covers you with a bashful cloak when he pulls back to let his eyes roam over your face. “I’ve gotta say… your husband is a real lucky guy to snatch up someone as cute as you.”

“Hmph. Seems like you’re trying to butter me up now.”

“Is it working?” He presses his face into your neck, his lips pulling into a smile against your skin, and you have to fight back one of your own.

“Not at all, jailbird.”

NOYA WITH THREE OLDER SISTERS LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE WISKDKDKFKFK

The Nishinoya Family’s Chaos

Pairing: Nishinoya X Reader

Words: 2.6K

Summary: You’re spending time at Noya’s house and all of his sisters are home for the holidays. Noya can’t seem to catch a break, but you’re easily amused by his family’s chaos.

Notes: Apparently Noya has 3 older sisters? As someone with 3 siblings I absolutely could not let this information exist and not write a fic with Noya sibling dynamic. The name and info on his siblings is all made up, as far as I know the only canon is that they exist! :)

Masterlist // Ko-Fi

The first weekend of winter break you and Noya had decided to spend Saturday relaxing and watching movies. Tanaka had given Noya several Netflix recommendations, so with plenty of options you were currently attempting to toss popcorn into Noya’s mouth. You had forgotten what Noya’d selected, but whatever it was had already lost your attention. Noya needed to inform Tanaka his taste in movies sucked.

You snorted as your popcorn kernel missed Noya’s mouth entirely and poked him in the eye.

“Nice catch,” you said sarcastically, closing one eye to aim your next shot.

“Nice throw,” he countered, tossing the dropped piece in his mouth.

“It was a perfect throw. Excellent arc and speed.”

“My reflexes are beyond human comprehension. I would’ve been able to catch a mediocre toss,” he lightly squeezed one of your shins that lay across his lap. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll improve with time.”

You grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw them at his face. “I think a few of them went in! You’re right, I am improving.”

Noya picked up some of the pieces on his chest and tossed them back at you with a glare, but you shielded yourself with your arms. You tried to pick up another handful, but he’d already tugged the bowl away from your hands to hold protectively against his chest. What a cheater, you thought, as he mischievously smirked at you.

“Hey, Yuu. Can you do me a fav-Oh, hey (Y/N)!” His eldest sister, Yuki, appeared over the back of the couch making you jump. You had nearly forgotten his sisters had all come home for the holidays.

“Depends.” Noya threw another piece of popcorn at your face while barely acknowledging his sister’s presence. After the piece hit you in the forehead you gave him a small kick to the stomach that he over exaggerated with a groan and an arm slinging over it, letting his tongue hang out the side of his mouth.

What a baby.

“I’m going out to eat with some friends,” she said, smirking at your guys’ display before pushing herself away from the couch. “I started a load of laundry though, so I need you to switch it to the dryer in like half an hour.”

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໒⦂ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

synopsis. in which you, an engineer major, are paired with a major in architecture — the blueprints of what you’re meant to bring to life.

academic rivals to lovers ( kaveh’s version )

for my fav, @skywalkiings <3

kaveh x gn!reader.

“it’s that time of the year again, everyone!” your teacher called and you nearly smashed your head into the desk in front of you.

“the end of the year project!” she sang, before pouting at the symphony of groans coming from her students. “would you rather i give you another exam?”

silence.

a huff. “as i thought.” the professor continued before smiling again. “this project will be different from the ones in your past years as it will call for everything that you’ve learned here so far at the akademiya! think of it as a preparatory assignment for your future profession!” she elaborated, handing the information sheets to the front row to pass on. “that being said, once everyone has received their paper, i will announce the architect you will be paired with!”

“kill me now..” you nearly spoke aloud, distasteful of the project already. one thing was being assigned a project — another was one in pairs. it was completely unreliable and irritating having to wait on another person or hear their opinions that more than often clash with your own. an architect would be even more stingy, you could just feel it in the very marrow of your bones.

“y/n l/n!” the woman called from her desk, snapping you from your trance. here goes.. “you’re to be paired with a senior, kaveh.”

kaveh? something about that name sounded oddly familiar, but now.. wasn’t the time to think about that.

just as you inclined your head, the bell sounded from its perch on the wall, signaling the end of the lecture.. and the beginning of your pain-in-the-ass project.

waisting little time, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, descending the steps before beelining for the library

it was lunch hour and the halls were bound to swarm with people like a can of sardines. definitely not ideal for a quick getaway and some piece of mind to figure out what the hell to do with this new project of yours.

however your getaway, didn’t quite go as smooth..

as you turned a corner to the entrance of the library belonging to the university, you found yourself smacking face first into someone’s chest. how lucky.

the impact had thankfully been soft, thankfully — nothing to break your nose or anything. unlike some other guy’s chest you ran into once in high school while rushing to class — which nearly knocked you back a few steps.

you rubbed your nose, letting out a quiet ‘ow’, as your eyes lifted, brows now knitted together. “try watching who’s in front of you next time!” you scolded and the boy scoffed.

“i should be telling you the same, you came running out of nowhere! i almost dropped all of my blueprints because of you!” he fired back, holding the rolled up papers tightly against his chest before brushing past you with a huff. “be more careful!”

you were near speechless, wanting to give the crimson eyed male a piece of your mind, but he was gone. deep within the mob of people headed for the cafeteria.

“coward.” you muttered under your breath, clenching your fist before marching into your destination with a low grumble. should you cross paths with that boy again, it’s on sight.

“unbelievable.” you let out quietly, watching as your partner, the blond from the hall, entered through the door of the café you were meeting at.

it was impossible — the kind of thing you only saw in those silly ‘enemies to lovers’ movies. it couldn’t be him, could it? surely he’d been there for someone else..

the architect pushed his sunglasses up onto the crown of his head, looking around the arrangement of tables and chairs before his eyes fell onto yours.

ipad propped in front of you, a pencil case to hold your papers down, and whatever drink you had decided on opting for today.

“the girl in the hall..” he muttered out, realization settling at who his partner had been as he approached you slowly.

an awkward smile replaced the faint grimace he had as he stopped in front of your table. “ah- y/n l/n, i assume?” he asked and you nearly shook your head.

if you’d said no, perhaps he would have left.. but unfortunately, the grade was a priority.

“that’s right.” you answered ( reluctantly ), nodding your head as you moved your papers to one stack. “i’m guessing you must be kaveh, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” not really.

his smile widened, unbeknownst to your true feelings as he took the seat across from you, laying his blueprints down on the free space you’d left him ( begrudgingly ). “the pleasure is all mine! i apologize from my behavior earlier in the hall.. i hope you can forgive me, i didn’t want anything to happen to these.” he chuckled sheepishly, patting the scrolls of paper softly. “they’re the best i’ve come up with! hence why i wanted to bring them to my partner in top condition — which is you, ironically- the girl i ran into..”

you nodded slowly, wondering to yourself if he normally spoke this much and in such an odd manner. but you went along with it, anyway. just bear it for now. “no worries — at least your papers are um.. in tact.” the condition was almost flawless, and yet he still made a fuss earlier. “shall we look through them and see which one works best for the project?”

kaveh blinked at your words, seemingly offended. “beg your pardon?” he asked, lifting his hand from his designs. “which works best? we can’t possibly select one and leave the rest untouched! it’d be criminal!”

his outburst caught you by surprise as you rose a brow at him, judging. “you do realize we cannot make all of those. it’s unrealistic, and there’s hardly time to do all of these when i’m the only engineer working on these..” you trailed off, unrolling one of the papers to show him. “like this — this is meant for a city! i can’t make that!”

“you’re an engineer! there are architects far more demanding than myself, with even more to request! this is your practice!” he reasoned and you scoffed.

“more like my funeral.. these are a total nightmare.” you muttered under your breath and the blond gasped.

“why you- you take that back! i worked very hard on those and i won’t allow them to go unappreciated by a heartless engineer who doesn’t understand art!”

now it was your turn to gasp. “i’m heartless? you humiliated me in the hall today for running into you!”

“i said i was sorry!! now you’re holding a grudge?!”

“as if you have any room to talk!” you bit back, rising from your seat before storming off to what appeared to be the counter. likely to order another beverage — possibly even something alcoholic, with how frustrating your partner was being.

meanwhile the scarlet eyed male parted his lips to demand where you were storming off to, only to close them right after.

he didn’t need to make a scene, least of all with an underclassman! he was better than this — he had to be the bigger person here. not like those petty arguments he shared with his blockheaded roommate at home.

kaveh was a gentleman, a kind soul. it was in his good nature!

..and yet right now, in this petty predicament, he found himself fired up. ready to give you a piece of his mind and defend his hard work.. but he held off. as if there was any need to have the last word, that was an “alhaitham thing” to do!

with a defeated sigh, kaveh dropped his forehead on the dark oak table, groaning to himself.

this project.. was going to be a long one.

“no, no- this won’t do at all! it ruins the aesthetic completely!” the blond complained and you fought the urge to slap him.

this would mark your fifth time redesigning the electrical structure of the layout of where all the lamps and switches would go in whatever complicated ass design kaveh felt the need to use.

granted it wasn’t a real building. the project consisted of making a structure out of a certain material that suited the selected blueprints, and having a working setup of lamps and switches. strangely, the only thing you and your partner came to agree on was using lego bricks as the building materials.

“we can’t be bothered with aesthetic yet if the lights can’t even turn on without someone getting zapped in the process! have you not learned?!” you fired back pointing to your sad excuse of a building. it was barely two floors and kaveh wanted five. “first i get the lamps working, and then you can make it look pretty or whatever it is that you do!”

the architect let out a gasp of offense. “excuse me, i do far more than making things pretty, you just don’t get appeal like i do! who in their right mind would want to go into an ugly half built looking building?!” he ranted, shuddering at his own thoughts. only alhaitham would. “we’d be better off in an abandoned or haunted house!”

you took a deep exhale, willing yourself not to rip him a new one. you were calm, the calmest you could be. this was just a trial to prepare for the future with someone even more snippy and nitpicky.

all you had to do was finish the project as soon as possible and hand it back to your professor. done, finished. no more kaveh, no more irking architects for awhile. just you and your work, as it was before this ridiculous assignment.

now ignoring the blond’s rambling, you carefully smoothed your fingers over the surface — where the wiring was meant to go, humming quietly before taking a ruler out.

although you didn’t want to, you handed it to kaveh, biting back a sigh. “hold this here, do not move it. i have to cut how much wire i’ll need.”

with little chance to protest, the older held the the measuring stick in place, eyeing you with great caution. legos were rather fragile, after all. and neither of you has glued yours, in fear that you would need to go back and fix something.

still, as he watched you at work, he couldn’t help but stare a little. the way your eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, the way you chewed on the inside of your cheek, the meticulous work of your hands. it was weirdly fascinating to kaveh, something he found difficulty looking away from.

“kaveh, could you hand me the pliers and that soldering tool from the stand.” you called out to him, not yet looking up.

but the blond was too focused on what you were doing, the gentle part of your lips. he wondered what you were saying, perhaps muttering to yourself regarding your work.

“kaveh!” you voiced out more clearly, causing him to jolt in surprise.

“what- what is it, i wasn’t staring!”

“the pliers and soldering tool! hand me them, please.” you repeated, gesturing with your nose to what you needed.

the upperclassman blinked once and then twice, not having realized you had been talking to him the entire time while he stared like a weirdo.

unknowingly it made his cheeks bloom with pink, a wave of embarrassment overcoming him. “right-! the pliers and soldering.. tool- on it, heard you the first time!” the blond blurted, quickly rising from his seat to head to where you’d plugged the device in.

careful not to burn himself, he grabbed it by the stem along with the device beside it before moving back to where you sat. “these tools, right?”

lifting your head a little to see what he brought, you nodded in approval, holding out your free hand. “hand me the pliers first, i need to cut off what i don’t need before i can continue.” you told him simply, and thankfully — he knew what those were.

he placed the took in your hand, holding the warmer one in his grasp until you would need it. which didn’t take too long.

“soldering iron, please.” you spoke up again, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead with a knuckle.

“soldering iron.” he repeated, placing it slowly, and gently between your fingers, as he didn’t want you to burn yourself. banter or not, he wouldn’t wish ill on you.

now that caught you off guard, as you felt his fingers brush your own. so soft and delicate from how careful he was with his craft. unlike engineers, his hands would remain unscathed for the most part. maybe a little sore from many hours spent on drawing, but well kept, otherwise.

confused, kaveh rose a brow at your stillness, uncertain of why you had stopped. “hellooo, earth to y/n.” he waved in front of your face, tilting his head. “there’s a wire and lamp that still needs connecting.”

“i-i’m here, i’m doing it now!” you blurted out unthinkingly, forcing yourself to look away as you lowered your head in a sad attempt at hiding your face from him.

a long project, indeed.

it was the final night to finish the thesis with only the conclusion to be written of your paper.

luckily kaveh had finished up with the building and you managed to create a fully operational battery powered light up system for it.

now all that remained was finishing your research paper and handing everything in tomorrow.

part of you felt relieved to be done with the assignment and all the stress that came with it. but were you done with kaveh? that was the real question.

“that should do it.” the blond breathed out, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind his ear. “all we have to do is check it once more and then print.” he continued, raising his arms to stretch before turning to face you when you hadn’t answered. “y/n?”

you blinked upon hearing your name, snapped from your daze as you looked over at your partner, yawning softly. “sorry i was in my thoughts, guess the coffee wore off.” you laughed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “anyway, you were saying?”

kaveh clicked his tongue. “i said we just have to check and then print, though i see my voice puts you to sleep instead!” he huffed out. “please don’t let me keep you up.”

you pressed your lips into a flat line, not fond of his sarcasm. and he said he would never act like his roommate, whom you met a few times while working on the assignment. he was definitely a character.

“haha, very funny.” you commented, rolling your eyes. “well then i guess should be it. if anything we can just check again tomorrow morning.”

the architect let out a hum. “probably.” he answered tentatively, clicking save. “well then that’s it.. did you uh- want to get something to eat? y’know as a celebration for finishing, or something.” why kaveh was asking this, he wanted sure of. last he checked he was beyond annoyed to be dealing with you for as long as he had been.

but in the last few weeks, he felt a slight change in his heart. almost as if it would be strange, not being around you as often as he had been recently.

the offer made your brow raise, surprised to be asked out. not that it was a date, of course! he asked you to eat in celebration of completing your project. nothing more, nothing less.

even still. “like.. a date?” you dared to ask, afraid of what he might answer with — but you couldn’t help the words on the tip of your tongue.

kaveh, astounded that you had asked, let alone phrased it that way, flushed a soft pink. he hadn’t planned on you asking that. was it a date? did you want it to be?

screw it, there was no going back now. “do you want it to be?”

a date with your partner, the one you quarreled with for weeks on end.. but someone you grew oddly fond of being around, and someone you couldn’t quite let go of as yet.

with what little certainty you had left, you shifted closer to him, a warmth rising in your chest. “if i said yes.. would that be a bad thing?”

kaveh paused to think for a moment before smiling at you. “not at all.”

your lips curled up into a grin as you nudged his side. “then it’s a date.”

notes. friendly reminder that ms gurl ( me ) absolutely sucks at anything science-y so if i any terms i used are incorrect — it is either due to the language barrier ( bc i learned all of this shit in dutch ) or my stupidity strikes back with technical things!! anyway hi sky i hope you enjoyed this<3 sorry for the delay :’)

𓏲𓍢 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋.

synopsis. in which our fourth anniversary is spent at the place where we first meant, complimented by a tupper of strawberries for us to share.

genre. fluff + comfort

disclaimer. selfship oriented post between tooru and i, written for an event and my own enjoyment. not comfy? click off, thanks.

event details. combination of ‘love story’ and ‘strawberry sweethearts’ for the selfship sweethearts event by mari<3 more information is on her blog!

it had been four years now, being in a relationship with tooru, ellie realized. time flew by so quickly, it almost felt like she’d known him a lifetime with how much joy he’d brought her on the daily. it was enchanting, being around him as she was.

the setter would spoil her endlessly with his love, purchase whatever her heart desired in the moments they shared and squeezed her to him to wash away the blues. it was complete bliss, like a fairytale come true between a knight and her king, who had somehow chosen his protector over a frilly princess.

it made said knight yearn to do something in return for his love and kindness over the years. although she had written him a mountain of letters on each day of july leading into his the day of his birth.. ellie felt compelled to go the extra mile this time around.

therefore — while her dearest boyfriend laid in their shared bedroom with his rayban frames situated on the bridge of his nose in exchange for the contacts he frequented, watching his nightly usual — old volleyball games.. ellie dried off strawberry after strawberry from the batch she’d bought earlier that morning at the market, letting out a breath.

cleaning the fruits were hard work when she couldn’t just give in and snack on them. however, the author’s desire to make her anniversary with tooru absolutely magical.. overpowered her longing tastebuds.

“pour chocolate pellets to your heart’s content into a mug and microwave when ready to dip strawberries..” she read over the directions before humming. “seems simple enough.” and that, it was. the final touches involved her dipping each berry into the bowl of chocolate before dropping a cat shaped sprinkle on each — a cute, final touch.

with her work done, she popped them into a container before pushing them a little towards the back of the fridge — a place tooru’s eyes wouldn’t easily reach. he always did snoop!

speaking of which..

“oh?? is that for meeeee?” a cooing voice inquired, the owner wrapping his arms around the brunette which had her rolling her eyes a little, suppressing a smile.

“it could be if you weren’t trying to spoil yourself a day early.” she huffed out, but there was no hostility to her words, as she turned around to look up at her boyfriend. “hi tooru-san.”

a grin etched itself onto his lips as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against hers, laughing quietly. “hi ellie-chan, how’s my love fairing with the absence of her analytical, volleyball enthusiastic boyfriend?” he joked, pecking her lips ever so gently.

it made her face warm a little, though his descriptions drew a laugh out of her as she fixed his turtleneck for him. “oh tooru, it’s been horrific with your absence.. i simply cannot go on without you.. whatever will i do?”

a gasp left his lips as he carded his fingers through her hair, holding her closer. “truly?? oh no, that simply won’t do.. i can’t possibly have my dearest ellie-chan suffering!” he responded dramatically, on part with her own share — maybe worse. actually- very much worse. “i say we go fix that, hm?” he followed up, pushing up her own lenses — a pair that was nearly the same as his ( it was the feminine version ).

she allowed her head to tilt in thought as her eyes squinted. “mm.. and how do you propose for fix that?”

the smile he wore became cheshire as he lifted her up into his arms with little warning, racing off towards their room. “why, only with the best piece of cinema ever created, of course??”

ah. revenge of the sith.

what a good boyfriend, tooru was.

at last, the day of the anniversary had arrived. albeit six days after the national holiday of love and all the sappy stuff, it was still an important day for ellie and tooru. as it was the official proclamation of their love for one another.

“ellie-channn, how much longer do i have to wear this?? what if you turn around and impale me with a lightsaber to spend my entire salary on books?? i’ll be heartbroken and have become padmé rather than anakin!”

the female flattened her lips as she pulled on his ear as a means of scolding him, letting out a huff. “i’m never taking on anniversary plans again if this is what you think of me. we’re almost there now stop being stingy.” she pouted, guiding the pretty setter a few more steps before stopping.

tooru had his cheeks puffed out in offense, not happy with her choice of retort. “why are we stopping?? are we finally here??”

ellie was almost ready to throw hands ( she wouldn’t ). “yes. yes we are, now bend down..” she mumbled reluctantly, her face warming. “can’t reach you like that..”

“aww~ poor ellie-chan, see i told you to eat milk bread when we were kids! but it’s okay~” he cooed, somehow dodging her attempts at whacking him despite the lack of vision. “i love my teddybear-chan just as she is! and i can give her the perfect cuddles when she’s all cute and compact~!” he grinned, at long last leaning down for her to remove the cloth.

the first thing he saw was his girlfriend close to his face, flushing profusely, and the second thing.. was the scenery behind her.

confused, he blinked at her. “you.. brought us to iwa-chan’s doorstep?”

in her right hand, tooru now realized, was a container with a bow atop of it, and in her left, a crimson colored rose.

a deep breath left her lips as she nodded slowly. “this is where we first met — where hajime introduced us.. i remember being so scared for my accent and lack of proficiency, but you welcomed me with a warmth that made my heart beat incredibly fast..” she tried explaining, willing her voice to not quiver as she lifted her head to meet his eyes, her own glossing over.

“i’m so happy to have met you, tooru-san.. and so grateful to receive your love, i-i feel so lucky..” she whispered, wiping at her eyes with the back of the hand holding his flower before it was suddenly encased by tooru’s warm ones.

his eyes were tender, filled with adoration and a love that could carry into every lifetime they shared. “i should be the lucky one to receive all your affections — to have been able to meet you and become this close with.. you are my everything, ellie-chan.” he paused, releasing her hand to cup her cheeks. “my heart is yours, i love you so so much, agape-mou..” he whispered the last part, flushing a little.

oikawa heard the term between her family and her a lot — had even been called it before, himself. he figured it would bring his feelings across perfectly, even if more tears had left his girlfriend’s eyes..

without further delay, he pulled her into a mixture between a spin and hug — her most favorite type of hug. as a child, she had always expressed that whoever she got with would be the one if they held her as anakin did padmé. last night, even, revisiting the film again — tooru was reminded of the hug.

it made him smile as he leaned his forehead on hers, before letting out a breath. “what an anniversary, and there are still strawberries to be had.” the seijoh graduate commented, to which the girl blinked.

“h-how did you??”

“i may have spotted them in the fridge at midnight..”

“you WHAT??”

“whoops- did i say that?? i meant love you ellie-chan!!”

notes. and that’s a wrap, february 20th is when i first watched hq which was 4 yrs ago now yeesh.. so i brought that into this drabble in a sense with tooru<3 just a little late ehe.. anyways, bed time<3