Reborn (Bokuto/Akaashi X Reader) ~Chapter 8~
Reborn (Bokuto/Akaashi x Reader) ~Chapter 8~
(Supernatural/Soulmate AU)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: How do normal people react when they get kidnapped by a vampire and a wizard claiming to be their soulmates? Because you try to choke them out with their own breakfasts. But maybe that’s just you.
A/N: Sup y’all, ik ik it’s been a long time and whatnot, but let’s be honest, my a/n ain’t what ur here for. Hope you like it, and sorry for the wait!
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“Do you think she’s okay?”
“For the fifth time, Bokuto, she’s fine. I told you I’ve already checked and made sure.”
“Yeah, I know it’s just are you really sure?”
“You’re pushing it, Bokuto.”
“All right, all right.”
Silence fell as your eyes fluttered open.
“But are you certain?”
“Boku-”
Akaashi’s voice was cut off by a cry, and before you knew it the sun flooding your eyes had been replaced by Bokuto’s face.
“YN, YOU’RE ALIVE!”
“Bo,” you croaked, leaning up onto your elbows before pressing a hand to your temple, “it’s too early for that volume.”
“Afraid not, my love,” Akaashi rose from his seat on a stump a few feet away and moved to kneel by your side. “According to the sun, it seems you’ve slept more than half the day away.”
“Oh,” you glanced around, observing the spanse of dirt and trees before you. The sun sat directly above your head, unencumbered by clouds and backdropped by shades of blue. Birds chirped high and far in the trees, and a gentle wind cooled the sweat that had been beading at your forehead. “Looks like my kind of morning, if I’m honest.”
Akaashi scoffed with a smile, rising to his feet before offering you a hand as Bokuto clambered away in search of something. “Trust me, I know.”
You sputtered at the jab before taking his hand, almost losing your playful air at the contact. His hands were soft to the touch, gentle and warm. So warm.
It finally occurred to you that this was the first time in weeks you’d been relaxed enough to truly revel in the comforting touches Akaashi always provided. The heat flowing from his form thawed the frozen limbs you’d generated from sleeping on the forest floor for hours. When it reached your chest, a feeling akin to finding something long lost embraced you.
“A little lie here and there never hurt anyone, you know.”
“Sometimes it does,” Akaashi’s face fell into seriousness, a fitting but usually undesirable look for him.
Wanting to return the atmosphere to buoyancy, you opened your mouth to take back what you said, but not before clamorous footsteps behind you drew both of your attention.
“Darling, I caught and roasted a squirrel for you to eat!” Bokuto finally returned to the clearing where you had all settled for the night, holding what appeared to be a stick with a disturbingly charred creature on the end.
Your stomach growled.
Akaashi glanced down at you, half-shocked, half-concerned. Your gaze was still locked on the burnt animal, however.
Maybe it was the fact that you had only been eating berries and suspicious leaves for the past few days, or maybe you were truly losing your mind.
But damn were you hungry.
For modesty’s sake, you accepted the skewered squirrel with pursed lips and blank eyes, but deep down you were all but ready to swallow it whole.
“Thank you, Bo,” you trailed off, trying to keep a straight face as your mouth watered.
Akaashi’s hand settled on your shoulder. “My love, you don’t have to-”
“No, no, it’s fine.” Shrugging his hand off, you moved to claim the stump he had sat on earlier. “Can’t wait.”
Both boys watched you with conflicting gazes, one distressed and anxious in a way you’ve never seen before on him, and the other overjoyed.
Judging by the way the thin tail had flaked off at your touch, it was well-done.
This is supposed to be disgusting. This is supposed to be gross. You don’t want to eat this, YN.
You gulped, still observing the squirrel from every which way to see where to start.
But I’m so hungry.
By the time you were finished with your breakfast, Akaashi’s face had turned pale and Bokuto’s had broken out into a smile.
“Did you like it?”
“Loved it.”
With a deep dismay at yourself, you knew you spoke the truth.
~~~
“I say we go west.”
“That’s the way we came, YN.”
“Oh.”
You’d been in the woods for what must’ve been three days, maybe more during your long rest after escaping Kuroo. Bokuto said you were out for forever, and you weren’t exactly sure how to convert that into a measurement of time.
Said vampire stood next to you, holding and swinging your hand with his while waiting for Akaashi to determine the correct way to get home.
Earlier, Bokuto had plucked a dandelion and placed it behind your ear, adding more to the collection whenever he got the chance.
Right now, he’d had plenty of time, collecting so many that he’d given up on your ears and placed them atop your head. “I don’t know how to make one of those crowns,” he’d said sheepishly.
“Akaashi, can’t you just whip up a spell and find out where we are?” you groaned, taking a flower off your head and setting it behind Bokuto’s ear. His face flushed from the force of his smile.
“I don’t have any ingredients at hand, my love,” Akaashi spoke, gaining your attention once more.
“What happened to you being able to just, like, poof it out at any time?”
“Using magic to attack an enemy is different from using it to escape a miles-long forest. And I suppose we should continue heading east.”
Akaashi set onto his chosen path, dodging moss-covered rocks and dangling twigs with you and Bokuto at his heels. Every few minutes he would glance back at the two of you, dandelions behind your ears and hands held before he trekked on ahead, back straight and stiff.
Guilt and shame filled your chest at his obvious discontentedness, and when you murmured his name, he didn’t turn around. “Akaashi,” you repeated, much louder than before.
He halted in his tracks and turned, face a perfect mask of placidness as he responded. “Yes?”
You dragged Bokuto up to him before grasping the wizard’s hand, interlocking your fingers tightly. “Much better,” you grinned, a weight dropping off your shoulders the second his eyes lost their dejection.
“If you think so, my love,” Akaashi whispered, raising your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.
“Wait!”
He froze, brows furrowing.
Uncurling your hand from his, you ignored his heartbroken look and tugged a yellow flower from behind your ear, placing it behind his own and ruffling his hair along the way. A chuckle worked its way from his lips, affecting you much more than was appropriate as you grasped his hand again.
“Okay, now we can go.”
~~~
Three months? A year?
As you lay on the ground, only the moon to keep you company, you ponder how you’ve come to be where you are. Among the arms of two supernatural creatures, ones anyone else your age would have laughed at the idea of even existing.
You had a whole life behind you, one that would never be the same if you dared to return. If you were allowed to return.
The men that lay at your sides, one completely wrapped around you while the other only grasps your hand, don’t make a sound that doesn’t convey absolute slumber.
Only days--weeks?--ago had you told them that you loved them. In the heat of the moment, the word had just slipped out, out to the men who catered to your every whim, every want and need. I love them. I love them.
I love them…
Right?
You loved animals. You loved rainy days. You loved the scent of your favorite fruit and the feeling of stretching first thing in the morning.
All these things felt so easy to define aloud, to say affirmingly “Yes, I do love these things. I love them with all of my heart.”
But loving or simply saying you loved Akaashi and Bokuto had a different effect on you altogether. It felt… revealing. It had the same emotional impact as those dreams of going to school naked. You were bare, leaving yourself wide open to enemy attack.
But these two men weren’t your enemies. They wouldn’t dare to hurt you in such a way. Countless times have they revealed your feelings to you, told you about how you made them feel deep down inside their hearts. You were the love of their lives, and they’ve told you so, verbatim.
Is that what you were feeling then? Love?
When Bokuto nuzzled against your neck in that moment, forcing your chest to thump, was that love? Was it the feeling of calm that settled over you when Akaashi ran his thumb over your knuckles? Was that love?
“Keiji?” you whispered, glancing to your right to see if he had stirred. His hand tightened around yours, leaving your heart stuttering. Though his eyes were shut, lashes gently brushing the tips of his cheeks, his lips tilted into a soft smile.
“Yes, my love?” A single eye fluttered open, carefully revealing a deep blue iris that scanned over your face. You were hesitant to ask, afraid to sound like a child asking a juvenile question. But you so dearly wanted to know.
“What does love feel like?”
The question hung in the air as you felt Akaashi stiffen beside you, his hand pausing in its caresses along yours. You lay beside him a bundle of nerves, wondering if somehow you managed to press the wrong button in so few words.
“W-what I meant to say was-was that, umm, you know, is there like a criteria, or… or, like a checklist-”
Akaashi chuckled, effectively cutting you off and forcing a blush onto your face. Shame filled your chest and you lightly pulled your hand from his grip, returning your gaze to the moon. As his laughs faded away into the night, you watched in your peripheral vision as he sat up, leaning back on his elbows as he crossed one leg over the other. Of course, your actions escaped none of his attention.
“My love, I’m sorry. I did not mean to laugh.” He ignored your scoff and continued. “It is just… all of these times I have met you, fallen for you over and over and not once have you ever asked for my criteria of love.”
“Good to know I’m especially stupid this round.”
“No, that is not what I meant,” he shook his head, shifting into a cross-legged position before nudging you to face him with a finger on your chin. “What I mean is… you are so different this time. In a good way. For the first time in so many reincarnations, I feel as though I am learning a side of you, a side of YN I have never known before. It’s endearing.”
“That,” you swallowed, glancing away as a sudden feeling of breathlessness washed over you. In the pit of your stomach sat a comforting warmth, threatening to overtake you and make you shiver. “That doesn’t really answer my question.”
“I know, love, so here is my answer: I do not know.”
Your jaw dropped. “Seriously? You’re kidding me, right?”
But a sincere smile, carefree and so, so unexpected out of Akaashi made you wait to hear an explanation. Boohockey.
“It’s true. Each time I fell in love, every single time was different. I just knew.”
“Surely you’ve gotta know how that doesn’t help me at all.”
He laughed again. “Yes, I know. But, if it helps at all, I didn’t know it in here,” he trails his index finger gently along your temple, “I knew it in here.” When his hand drops to the middle of your chest, your heart jumps.
“That,” you gulp, “must have been quite the surprise for a wise old wizard like you.”
“It was,” he amusedly hums, looking away from you only so he can resituate himself on the ground. He returns to holding your hand as he settles back onto his side, facing you. “A pleasant surprise.”
The night falls into silence once more, only occasionally broken by Bokuto’s natural mumbles.
Did you feel it in your chest? Not just the heart racing, but actual love that came from them, for them?
When Akaashi’s thumb ran over your knuckles once more, uncertainty was washed away and replaced by contentment. You were calm, at peace, and possibly…
“Oh, and, my love?”
“Hmm?”
“Please, do start calling us by our personal names like that more often,” Akaashi murmured, lips pressing against your hair. “We would so adore it.”
Definitely in love.
~~~
The next time you wake, it’s not to the pleasant sound of one of the boys stirring you or whispering your name.
Instead, it’s to the sound of a cracking twig. Leaves rustle in the trees far too insistently to be only the wind. And when you hear distant, unintelligible mumbles, all of your worries are confirmed.
Somebody’s out there.
It’s barely morning, the sun just beginning to paint the sky a gentle blue as the stars finally disappear from sight. Your face feels frozen and stiff, it having been the only thing Bokuto and Akaashi hadn’t covered with their forms throughout the night. Your body is stuck within a tangle of limbs and you can’t quite tell which ones are yours and which aren’t.
Again a branch crackles and your eyes narrow, surveying the towering treetops above you for the source of movement. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and gnaw.
Neither of the men beside you have even twitched, both completely unaware of your fraying nerves.
How can they not hear that?
You move to escape the jungle gym that is Bokuto and Akaashi around you, unhooking the leg curled around your hip and carefully unclasping the hands wrapped around your waist. Brushing off the dirt and rocks that had stuck to your skin during your sleep, you take a peek down at them.
You’re only half surprised they’re still asleep when you catch a glimpse of their faces. Bokuto’s face looks relaxed for the first time in weeks, brow completely unfurrowed and nose twitching as he mumbles in his sleep. Akaashi, on the other hand, has dark circles you’ve only now noticed, creating sagging skin underneath his eyes that made him seem like a different person entirely.
It’s been months and yet just here and now are you realizing how the events that have transpired may have affected other people aside from you. As much as you cared and worried for them, locked up and left to die in cages, they cared and worried for you.
You, the one who’s been kidnapped by their worst enemy.
You, the one they’ve dedicated their lives to protecting.
You, their soulmate.
Suddenly, your shoulders sagged. Here you were, thinking they were still coasting on the high of finding their reincarnated love, thinking that all of this adventure, all of these miserable events were just a regular Tuesday for them.
He finally found you, they’d said, back when they’d taken you away from your college and back to their home.
In all of the centuries they’ve been tracking reincarnates like you down, only this time did Kuroo find you too.
The thought of the werecat leaves a twinge in your side, but you’re dragged out of these thoughts by the sound of yet another rustling branch. With one last glance down at the men, you purse your lips and sneak away to investigate.
Due to the sun only just now appearing, the dirt under your shoes is hard and unforgiving. Morning dew on the occasional blade of grass and fallen leaf beads and trails down the plant life, soaking into the forest floor like a daily tradition. Some drops patter down onto your head after dripping off the tree limbs soaring above you.
It’s quiet, peaceful, and for a moment you completely forget why you’re even out there.
And then you spot them.
Two creatures, hundreds of feet above you. Somehow they’ve found a sturdy branch to rest on at such a height. You can only see their outlines, black and human-shaped.
And yet not human at all.
Breath speeding up, you try to back away slowly, as quietly as it seemed you’d come. Your hands wave around at your sides in effort to make sure you won’t back up into anything-
Crack.
Wonderful.
Their whispering stops, and the creatures’ outlines move in such a way that you’re sure they’ve just turned and spotted you.
Shit.
Your head pounds, shouting at you to run or yell or something, but your feet feel frozen to the floor. Cold panic strikes your heart.
The only thing that finally urges you to move is the sight of wings sprouting from the creatures’ backs.
“Cr-rap,” you whimper, just before turning around and bolting.
You hurdle over fallen branches, kicking rocks up behind you as you avoid bumping into trees and tripping over uneven ground. Blood roars in your ears now as you sprint, muscles still sore and whining from the last race you’d run just days ago. But you don’t dare look behind you.
This cannot be happening!
“BOKUTO!” you cry out. “AKAA- AHHH!” At the feeling of two limbs wedging themselves under your arms, you scream, pure, unadulterated terror seizing your chest as your feet unwillingly leave the ground. You kick your legs, trying to hit something, anything, that you might catch on to get out of the grip of the creature behind you. Instantly, you debunk this plan the second its grip loosens on you and you slip just an inch closer to the ground.
The ground that is now a few feet too many below you to land safely.
“I have a fear of heights, I have a fear of heights, I have a fear of heights,” you babble, hands waving around wildly and finding purchase in the upper arms that currently hold you. “I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die.”
Eyes practically bulging out of your skull, you try not to black out when the creature continues flying you higher, wings flapping forcefully behind you as its hot breath brushes your neck. The greens and browns of the forest blow past you in a blur, so fast that the second you surface above the trees, the blue sky blinds you and leaves your head foggy.
The creature finally stops, flapping its wings slower only to maintain its spot inches from the tops of the trees. You whimper when you feel your feet brush the pointed tip of a pine tree.
“Hinata!” it--he?--calls, tightening his grip under your arms as he struggles to hold your scrambling body still. “Hinata, call the others!”
The trees below you crackle closer and closer until the second creature surfaces, looking not much like a creature at all.
In fact, he looks like a young boy, no older than sixteen with scruffy red hair and nervous brown eyes. He wore black shorts and a white shirt, one which you assumed was backless considering what was sprouting out from behind him.
Wings. A human with wings.
How…
They were covered in black feathers and spread out as far as he was tall, each one the length of his entire body.
What…
“Kageyama,” “Hinata” scratched the back of his neck nervously, wings still powerfully flapping behind him as he hovered across from you. Occasionally, his gaze would dance down to you before flitting back up at your… kidnapper- Shit, why does this keep happening? “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
“What do you mean, dumbass?” the voice behind you snapped, deeper and angrier than his friend’s. “She’s an intruder on our territory, and this is our duty. Now call the others.”
“But what if she-”
“If it makes you feel any better,” you choked out, voice quivering as you tried to adjust your grip harder on the boy behind you, “I’m not intruding willingly. In fact, if you just return me to the ground--slowly--we’ll just leave you alone and be on our way.”
The boy behind you tensed while his friend’s eyes widened.
“‘We’?”
A roar from deep below you sounded, angry and out for blood. “YN!”
Even you shook in fear at the sound, nails digging into the boy’s arms harder.
“Who is that?” Kageyama barked out from behind you, but even his voice trembled slightly.
“Kageyama, I told you this was a bad idea!” the ginger pleaded, eyes flitting back and forth between his friend and the trees below.
You opened and closed your mouth, searching for words that wouldn’t get you dropped to your death when you heard a distant rumbling.
In a matter of seconds, the wind slowly began to pick up, blowing your hair into disarray as both of the flying men flapped their wings harder, struggling to steady themselves like surfboards in heavy tides. The sunny, clear day that was evidently forecasted disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Grey clouds formed from nothing and grew darker and darker, growling with thunder as rain started to pour down on you.
Kageyama started lowering himself toward the trees with a cuss before barking at an open-mouthed Hinata. “Get lower, dumbass! You don’t wanna get struck!”
The ginger quickly shut his mouth and nodded, following his friend’s lead and taking cover from the droplets amongst the trees. The second you all found home on a sturdy branch, however, lightning clapped and hit your very tree, electricity sparking it aflame in seconds.
Both of them yelped in shock while you screamed, the strike splintering the tree.
“YN!” Akaashi’s voice rang out and you dared to glance down at the forest floor, the sheer distance making you nauseous. He held out his hands towards you, his fingertips bathing in a dark red glow. You knew he couldn’t safely catch you from this distance, even with the pacing Bokuto by his side’s help. So what was he…?
A particularly harsh gust of wind hit your split tree, forcing your branch and everyone on it to lean closer toward the floor. Akaashi’s eyes widened when you didn’t immediately smile in relief at the sight of them--in fact, you did quite the opposite and screeched in fear, scrambling backwards on the branch so you didn’t slip off.
When your back met the chest of Kageyama, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him, blue eyes blaring. His black hair grew tousled in the wind while he sneered at you. “Who the hell are you here with?”
Wind started blowing harder and rain drops hit you like bullets, pounding down on you as the sky rumbled angrily once more. The forest grew uproariously loud as tree limbs crashed against one another, snapping off and soaring through the wind only to collide with more trunks.
And with all this noise and distraction, none of you noticed the vampire crawling his way up the trees until he tackled you by the waist. One arm wrapped around you like a vice, crushing you against him while you shrieked. The momentum of his jump carried you both off the branch and into wide open air, which did nothing for your racing heart as you wrapped all your limbs around him and held on for dear life. You buried your face into his shoulder, almost breaking your nose against his collarbone when he, you assumed, crashed into a second tree and used his three free limbs to hang on.
“YN!” Bokuto called out, wind still whipping past both your ears. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you nodded, not even daring to lift your head.
“Good.” The hand wrapped around your waist moved to rub your back gently as he spoke. “I need you to hang on tight, okay?”
“Mhm.”
You tightened your grip around his form, humming nervously when he let go of your waist to utilize his second hand. “It’s okay,” he reassured you, and you began to realize the wind and rain had slowed. “Just hang on.”
Bokuto climbed down the tree, you wrapped around the front of his chest like a koala as he mumbled calming words to you.
When you felt him stop climbing and heard rushed footfalls, you carefully raised your head and peered out around you, almost crying in relief at the sight of being on solid ground. The second you made a move to unwrap yourself from Bokuto’s body, however, his arms wound themselves around you and effectively halted any form of escape. Another solid form pressed into your back and you knew Akaashi had joined the party too.
“My love,” kisses were peppered along the back of your neck and shoulders, “are you okay?”
You didn’t bother responding fully, instead just humming and nodding your head. You stayed locked in their embrace until your body and your mind cleared. The second a wave of warm tingles crawled up and down your spine, you let them know you were ready to be released by gently pushing away their forms.
A pouty whine escaped Bokuto’s lips as you pulled away and you breathed out a laugh. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“But you’re still on our territory,” an entirely new voice spoke, strong and commanding. The responses in Bokuto and Akaashi were instant as they both whipped toward the new man, tense and ready for a fight. Akaashi’s hands were washed in a red mist and Bokuto released a growl, pushing you behind him as his eyes flashed red.
You were severely outnumbered, you soon realized, as Hinata and Kageyama had seemed to finally call for the others like they’d planned. 12 or so men, all winged and ready for a fight, stood surrounding the three of you. The leader you’d heard talk earlier stepped forward, brown hair and browner eyes looking more intimidating than they should as he looked over you all.
At each of his sides stood men, one with light, fair hair observing you all with furrowed brows while the other’s head was shaved completely, a sharp-toothed sneer focused on all of you. Behind the latter, you noticed, stood a cowering Hinata while the former helped a fallen Kageyama rise to his feet, obviously favoring one leg over the other.
“Who are you?” Bokuto stepped forward, shoulders curled forward as he eyed all of them down. He was obviously gauging his chances, and all but he seemed to know they were slim.
“Shouldn’t we be asking that question?” the bald one snarled, causing the vampire to take a step forward. When the winged man returned the favor, Akaashi placed a single hand on his shoulder before glancing back at you. Swallowing lightly, you slipped a hand forward, sliding it into Bokuto’s palm and softening your gaze when he squeezed it for a second.
Kageyama’s gaze dropped to the action for a second before raising back to Bokuto’s face.
“Calm down, Tanaka,” the leader turned his head, throwing the overexcited man a warning glare. When he turns back to the three of you, his back straightens. “My name is Daichi, and you’re in the Karasuno Crows’ territory. Now, who are you?”
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How They Kiss *Captain Edition* (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)
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A/N: Just a short little thing cuz I was feeling big brained. Enjoy!
Word count: 2005
Oikawa Tooru:
On the average day, I think he kisses with a smugness often found in the form of a curled lip. He likes the idea that he has you, and that he knows you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.
His lips are always soft, smooth with the chapstick he always keeps handy. Most likely cherry-flavored because he likes the slightest pink tint it provides.
Normally, his hands are in your hair. Oikawa likes combing through your strands, almost as if to encourage you to do the same.
Yes, he adores it when you comb through his hair. Tug on it or just brush through it, whatever you gotta do to give his scalp those eye-rolling sensations.
The first kiss is never the last, and it’s rarely the highlight of the show. The second kiss is much more wanton; he forces as much passion in it as he can, whenever, wherever.
You’re never the one to open your eyes first; Oikawa prides himself in blowing your mind with a kiss that takes you a moment to process it. Not only that, but he also likes to see the little dazed smile you wear afterwards. No matter how hard it is, he will always force his eyes open just to see your face.
Bokuto Koutarou:
Oftentimes, Bokuto’s kisses are always giddy and filled with smiles. Usually, it’s after a game or a practice. While Oikawa uses kisses for pleasure, the Fukurodani captain uses kisses as greetings.
It shouldn’t surprise you that you accidentally crash your teeth together or bump each other’s noses from time to time. The pain’s never worth thinking about for long, because as soon as you two find your groove, you’re off to the races.
Bokuto’s not afraid to be touchy-feely, and God does he love feeling you. His hands will wander for a split second, but, after a few seconds, they always find home on your butt.
He likes your hands against his chest. It feels like he’s surprised you with the kiss. You usually throw your hands up against his chest to cushion the blow when his lips land on yours, and it works about half the time.
After a kiss, he separates only to litter your face with small pecks, eating up the little giggle you give off.
When you guys are at that stage, after every kiss will come along a small “I love you,” said with glowing eyes that deliver the emotions Bokuto couldn’t communicate with words.
His kisses are always rushed, not too much, but enough to frustrate you when it steals your breath away all too suddenly. His lips are only chapped because he licks them too much in excitement; it’s just another little perk of his you love.
Terushima Yuuji:
Terushima likes to kiss you whenever he can. He’s got a wide array of kisses, but the one you receive most is heated, and of course a little tongue is mixed in.
He’s a very optimistic guy, but he can become serious when it’s necessary. Thus, I think his kisses always start with a little “hello” as he presses his forehead against yours, then he waits for you to lean in before he dips his head and responds. There’s the slightest hint of a smile on his face when you two kiss, but it slips away the more intense it becomes.
Suddenly, it’s heavy breathing as he cups your face, pulling you closer and not wanting to let go. His tongue asks for permission about fifty percent of the time at this point in your relationship, only because he knows that he can drive you up the walls with that piercing of his.
Your hands fall to his waist, where they clench and unclench depending on how out of breath you are. That one pesky strand of hair on his forehead tickles your own, but you’ve grown to ignore it.
Finally, when the heated kiss ends, Terushima likes to pull away quickly, smirking and waiting for you to open your eyes in shock. When you do, he drowns himself in the sight of your blown-out pupils.
His thumbs are always a rough texture against your cheek thanks to how often he practices, but Terushima likes to slowly trace them over the curves over your cheeks, almost as if he’s trying to wipe away the flush that’s grown there. He likes the feeling of your heated skin under his fingertips.
Both of your hearts are racing, and Terushima will let out a little breathless sigh before pulling away completely and capturing your hand in his. “Let’s go home, baby.” He’ll kiss the back of your hand, letting his tongue slip out for a split second and chuckling at the grossed out reaction you always provide.
Sawamura Daichi:
Daichi hands out kisses sparingly, even in private. On a normal day, he’ll only greet you with a swift kiss to the forehead before holding your hand in his and walking beside you to school.
However, when you do kiss, he’s always gentle. These moments are precious to him, and he would hate to rush them for the both of you just for the sake of a little satisfaction.
Normally, they happen after a hug. He pulls away from your shoulder and leans your forehead against his, waiting to see you look into his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It’s just a preview.
The second kiss is more drawn out. He presses his lips against yours, and they’re smooth because of the plain chapstick he habitually puts on every morning after waking up. It’s careful, almost like Daichi wants to remember every little detail.
While one hand tilts your jaw so he can kiss you deeper, the other lies at the small of your back, pressing you that much closer to his chest.
He likes your hands at the back of his neck, just barely dipping into the hair along his nape. When your fingernails scratch that little spot of his that makes him groan, that’s when he pulls away, hot breath mingling with your own in the miniscule space between your pleased faces.
Daichi feels like he could never get enough of you, so before pulling away, he’ll press just a small kiss to your lips that you willingly return. The hand on your chin moves to brush away some hair that had fallen into your face, and he’ll push it behind your ear before leading you away, to go home to study or continue the makeout session, whichever option you prefer.
Kuroo Tetsurou:
Kisses with Kuroo are quick and teasing, usually found between classes and in hallways.
He’ll sneak up behind you and spin you around by your hips, tugging you into a kiss that quickly muffles your surprised squeal.
As always, you melt into the kiss, letting out a small moan when he teasingly bites on your lower lip. You’ve noticed that over the years, he’s bitten your lips more than you ever had.
At school, they’re always slow. Kuroo likes taking his time to truly lose himself in it. He doesn’t give in to his wandering hands, not after the most recent time when you punished him for pinching your ass in the middle of the hall right in front of everyone. Two weeks without sex and he was willing to listen to your every demand about PDA.
At home, however, your body is free game. In the privacy of his apartment, Kuroo always has the kiss lead to something more. He lets you know this with an eager swipe of his tongue along your lower lip. After being given permission, he’s instantly inside your mouth and winning the battle for dominance, but he still loves the little fight you like to put up once in awhile.
Kuroo’s hands during a kiss are always below the chest. They wander your waist, your hips, your ass, about as far as he can get before he decides to take things to the next level. A hand pats the back of your thigh, and that’s the only signal you need to wrap your legs around him and let him carry you to the bedroom.
When Kuroo pulls away from kisses, it’s almost like he baits you to want more. A string of saliva connects the two of you, and no matter where it lands, he’ll clean it right up. The movement as he separates from you is so slow you don’t even realize he’s gone until you notice that you can breathe once again. Subconsciously, you always chase after him, and you’re slow to open your eyes.
“Let me see, Kitten.” A thumb brushes on the skin just above your cheek and that’s the sign he wants to see how blissed out you are. The second he sees how blown out your pupils are, his lips attack yours again, aching to taste that much more of you.
While you know he doesn’t use chapstick or anything on a daily basis, his lips are normally soft. Some days, after a volleyball game or practice, they might be cracked, and only then will you taste the tang of mango chapstick, but other than that, his lips are only naturally soft.
Ushijima Wakatoshi:
Kisses with Ushijima are always initiated by you, and you alone. The only time you get him to kiss you first is when you ask, and even then he will occasionally pause millimeters away from your lips and wait for you to cover the remaining distance.
You wish he would kiss you more though, as he’s surprisingly good at it.
While in the beginning, you assumed he would be a little clumsy and awkward, Ushijima was basically a natural. Kissing you was like breathing air to him, and took him little to no time to figure out what you liked.
During a kiss, Ushijima doesn’t really set the pace or care where your hands go. Though, if you were to ask, he would have to admit that he likes your hands on his face. There’s something about you cupping his face and pulling him in that makes him almost want more.
With his hands, Ushijima’s quite traditional, and they always land on your hips. You like to feel them flinch when you suddenly nibble on his lips or press your tongue against his mouth.
His lips have the bitter taste of Carmex, and though you’ve begged him to switch to something more appealing, he’s surprisingly unyielding about it. He says it’s healing and beneficial, and there’s really no other purpose for chapstick that matters other than those.
The average kiss with Ushijima is a little forceful. His lips press against yours almost harshly, and sometimes you wonder if he actually does like it as much as you. There are times where you try to end the kiss but apparently it's much too soon for him. He’ll chase after your lips, and on these rare occasions, a hand will stray from your hips and press against the back of your head, pulling you back in for more.
When you do manage to separate from Ushijima, he has the cutest little quirk of brushing his nose against yours for just a split second. Don’t bother asking him about it though, as he claims he has no idea what you’re talking about. Still, in these precious moments after the kiss, his face is still as blank as ever, but the hair hanging down on his forehead is ruffled and sticking out wildly. Your hands on his face hide the flush behind them, but if you spread your fingers, the red tint is slightly visible on his tanned skin.
“How was that? Not too much of a pain, right?”
“I would not consider it a waste of my time if we were to kiss again, I suppose.”
Really, that’s the best response you can squeeze out of him.
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Awww thank you so much! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a message as kind as yours, and I really appreciate it!! I’m glad you like my stories🥰🥰
Breakup Prank (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
Setter Version (Part 2)
A/N: Lordy I forgot how annoying it is to post on mobile🙄 also ignore the time stamps👀 enjoy!
Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi
Reminder to writers:
Write what makes YOU happy. You don’t have to pander to readers if they guilt trip you or something that they like but you don’t gets popular.
Because, at the end of the day, writing is your emotional labor. You are the one who pours the energy into writing while the reader consumes. You deserve to be happy and enjoy what you’re writing. If you don’t like the story and are only writing it because of other people, then you’re only hurting yourself.
It’s okay to be “selfish” and write for yourself.
Garou General Relationship Headcanons (Partly NSFW) *Request*
*GIF not mine*
A/N: Yep, I’m just gonna combine these two requests bc they’re basically the same thing. As you can see, the nsfw part is labeled, so for those of you who are okay with my cussing but not with my dirty cussing, ur welcome. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1459
SFW:
I gotta be honest. Initially, I think Garou would see your relationship as a waste of his time. He could be training or fighting people or… y’know, fighting people.
But then you hug him for the first time and he’s just like *surprised pikachu face*
The cuddles with this man. Really, it’s not hard to see that he’s a little starved of love and other intimacies, so you best believe you're making up for that slack.
Spooning in bed is a must, and as much as I hate to say it, you’re always the little spoon😔. Yes, yes, I know you’re thirsting over his beautiful back, but this guy’s paranoid, and he likes to feel like the man in the relationship. Under no circumstances are you ever holding him from behind. Not even when you try to sneak up on him.
Rip you. Guess who has to wash the blood out of his hair. Sorry not sorry.
“How tf did you get blood in your eye??”
“Just get it out!”
Moving on, just consider this one for a sec:
The hickeys with this dude. Have you seen his teeth??
They look more like bite marks than anything, but Garou just loves to show that you're his.
People called him Wolf Man for a reason, amirite
N E ways, you’re more become his personal nurse than his girlfriend. The goddamn blood he tracks into your house has you almost pulling your hair out, but before you can give him a good talking to, he usually crashes on your couch.
It’s covered in a plastic liner for just this occasion.
After years of healing himself, he much prefers your gentle touch to his often shaky one. You wrap his wounds with disappointing looks 24/7, but God it just reminds him that someone finally cares about him.
“I really wish you wouldn’t do this, Garou. I don’t want you to not come home one of these days.” Not over, but “home.” He almost spontaneously combusts after you imply that you live in the same house.
Speaking of, he doesn’t really ask to move in, you just find a shrine of hero pictures in your spare room one day, some covered in red Xs and others left bare. Then you see him, conked out on the mattress that doesn’t even have sheets. You try to crawl in and hug his back, but this guy’s always attentive. The second the bed shifts, he rolls over and tugs you down against him.
“Don’t move, I’m tired.”
“LET ME SPOON YOU, YOU BEEFY BASTARD!”
“Shhh.”
Size doesn’t matter with this one. Garou’s got muscles for days, so he’s gonna haul you around whenever he can. You can be literally in the process of making dinner and he’ll just swoop you up into his arms, bridal style or your thighs wrapped around his hips, and he’ll just swing you around. Fite me, but he loves holding you.
Everybody, say it with me now: Touch Starved.
Only five months into the relationship does he mention kids. I mean, you’ve stuck around this long, surely you’re in for the long haul, right?
He wants kids, simple as that. You figure you wouldn’t mind a couple baby Garous runnin’ around, and that’s all he needs to hear before he jumps you.
SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, one more thing, I swear.
Garou is the definition of 🤩 Ass Man 🤩
Your ass? Smacked. Hotel? Trivago.
Whether he’s in a mood to just follow you around the house, or he’s on his way out to kick some heroic booty, you best believe he’s got one hand on your cheeks.
Cup ‘em, spank ‘em, stick ‘em in-- wait, wrong meme.
Nah but seriously, Garou just likes holding your butt, and after you’ve gotten over scolding him and turning into a tomato about it, it’s actually kinda nice.
Legit, have you seen those hands? B r u h, they’re big bois.
I’m going to hell for this, so just know that this man smacks your ass instead of saying hello.
Hope you keep soothing lotion on hand🤷♀️
NSFW:
Excuse me, hello sub? You’ve found your dom.
This guy is fucking… mwah *chefs kiss*
Though he doesn’t have much experience, we all know he learns quickly.
Using those 🥵 fingers of his (hand kink anyone?), he’ll figure out what exactly makes you fall apart before his eyes.
I mean damn, could you imagine his gaze watching you? Fuck, those golden eyes swallowing up your fucked out face as he grins that wolfish grin of his.
Smug Bastard™
LISTEN LINDA!!
👏spank-👏ings.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.
Like I said, he just wants to see that ass jiggle. God forbid you ever try to get your own smack on him tho.
“Are you trying to test me, Angel?”
Tbh, I don’t think he wants to choke you. Yeah sure, if you want him to, he will, but like… he’s pretty young. Of course he knows his own strength and when to stop but… idk, I feel like that’s just too far, even for him. He doesn’t want to get too into it and, ya know… bye bye YN.
You’re not on top. Nope, not happening. Not even once, sweetheart.
Well, maybe once.
“You know what? Pretty sure I don’t like this. Untie me please before I break these bed posts.”
“I didn’t even do anything yet!”
Lemme just bring your attention back to the wonderful provider that is Garou.
His teeth: sharp. His tongue: long. His fingers: Good lordy, how many times am I gonna talk about ‘em.
He’ll hold you down and eat you out anywhere you want him. At a restaurant? Oof, hold up, give him a sec to just slip under the table, and if the waitress asks, he’s in the bathroom.
The marks between your thighs, whether from his fingernails for holding you in place or his teeth for biting your irresistible skin, keep you from wearing shorts for quite a while.
Seriously, I’m never gonna stop saying this, but Garou is like the guy for biting and marking you up. There’s just an animalistic side that you draw out of him whenever you cry out his name.
All right, so you help him discover this one, but thigh riding.
This one. This. One.
Fuck, this guy’s so pretty. Tiny waist, but he got them thicc thighs, u know?
Anyways, lemme just paint you a lil picture of how he figured out he liked this.
We all know Garou’s a lil closed off, so he’s not really one to try anything unless you’re the one to bring it up.
Back to it, you guys were just making out on your couch. At some point, you had straddled his lap and hot damn, now we’re gettin’ somewhere.
Before he even realizes, you’ve slithered one of your legs between his and plopped down on top of his thigh. It was the perfect size, you were needy, and oh fuck, when he subconsciously flexes it bc he’s so anxious to kiss you? Ughhhh
Then he hears your moans and the hands he’s got gripping your hips with the intent to leave bruises feels you moving back and forth and he’s like “oh, well hello.”
“Ugh, fuck YN, you like this? Holy shit, Angel.”
Garou starts to help you move back and forth and before you know it, you’re releasing on his thigh. Rip those gray sweatpants, they will be missed. Damn, I mean the fabric is just soaked and-- oop, when did this ride get so slippery?
Your shuddering underneath his rough hands, but if you thought it was over, you’re severely mistaken. He loves the idea that he can get you off so effortlessly, so don’t think for once that you’re in control. *Overstimulation has entered the chat*
“Nuh-uh, Angel. One more time, I know you can do it. You wanted to cum so bad, now you get to. Keep moving.”
Fairly certain I’ve preached this one before, but… breeding kink???
Yeah, he definitely wants to fill you full of his… kids.
Hmm, not sure if he’s a huge fan of being called daddy, but if you like it, he likes it too so whatever🤷♀️
Aight, aight, last kink y’all, cuz this is gettin’ too long. Here’s the ultimate reveal.
You really wanna know what gets Garou off the most?
H*nd H*lding🥵
Henlo 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. I really love your writing, and I was hoping that I could request a hinata soulmate!au. I really loved the other ones. Thank you so much!
Tug of War (Hinata x Reader/Soulmate!au)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You had a nervous habit, and to your soulmate, it was a bit cruel. From time to time, you would occasionally tug on your red string of fate. You never really saw the effects… at least, not until now. “Hinata, are you okay?!”
A/N: Haha, had this one planned out for months but never had the energy to do it. Thanks for giving me that extra push, anon! It’s a little short, but I hope you like it!
Word count: 1614
The sound of balls whamming into the ground split through your eardrums.
Wham!
“Nice kill!”
Heavy breathing accompanied the noise, along with the heavy stench of sweat as you wormed your way to the front of the crowd. From the second-level balcony, you had a full view of the court, the benches, and most importantly, the greatest decoy.
Though his height was nothing to call home about, something had always drawn you to the little ginger bouncing on the tips of his toes right now. Maybe it was the way he faced every challenge head on, or maybe it was the way he would smile after bounding onto the volleyball court. You weren’t quite sure, and that’s exactly what had you fiddling with the ruby string around your dominant pinkie.
“It’s up!”
It was Karasuno’s first home game. On the other half of the court was a teal and white team, Seijoh-- or… maybe it was Aoba Johsai. You never really knew.
All that was for sure was that the group of five or so girls beside you were all cheering for “Oikawa” with squeals like a local pig farm. When you followed their gazes, you weren’t really impressed. Sure, he was handsome, but you guessed redheads had always been more your type.
“Nice one, Hinata!” At the name, you leaned over the metal railing and peered down on the court, more attentive now than ever. He had just been switched out, replaced with an even shorter male, which… you weren’t really sure how that was possible.
While watching from the player’s box, Hinata drank from a water bottle with haste. You had never been more jealous of plastic in your life.
Soon, the whistles blew, and he was switched back into the game. Brown eyes glimmering, he shifted into the front row spot near a taller first year with dark hair.
“Watch out for that blocker, dumbass.”
“Why do you always call me that?!”
Their yells didn’t exactly reach that far up into the stands, but thanks to the general air around the two, you figured your lip-reading had been more than accurate.
A small smile had settled onto your face as the game moved on, and not once had your fingers stopped twisting and twirling the string. Somehow, the energy of the game had seeped right into your own being, and soon you were biting your lip in anticipation.
“Bring it to me!”
Hinata ran around the setter and jumped, and just when he reared back to spike--
Tug.
His body flailed and flew through the air like a fish out of water. The cringe from every person in the room was almost audible as soon as he crashed to the ground, the plastic numbers on the back of his jersey squealing in protest.
When he finally stopped sliding, he flinched right as the ball that had been set for him bonked his forehead before dribbling away.
For a moment, the entire gym was silent. Some’s mouths were gaped with awe, others had brows raised in concern. Luckily, not a single person saw you, watching your pinkie as though it had whispered the secrets of the universe.
“AGAIN?!” Hinata shouted to himself, breaking the silence and wriggling around on his back in frustration. “She’s gotta stop doing that!”
Oops.
“Hinata, are you okay?!” His teammates crowd around the fallen spiker in a huddle, concerned looks being served left and right.
In mere seconds, your face had shifted from ghostly white to rosy red, and it took you even less time to book it out of there.
Bad habit, bad habit!
###
All throughout your life, you had waited to meet your soulmate. Was he tall? Short? Kind? Mean? What if he didn’t even speak the same language?
Each day, these questions plagued your mind, and somewhere along the way, your habit had grown. A little twist of the string, a small caress of the soft fabric wrapped around your pinkie, and the occasional tug when you got a little too anxious. Evidently, it was just waiting to come bite you in the ass.
Hinata was ruthless now. He’d been yanked out of his chair mid-class, toppled over in the middle of the street or hall, and even missed the bowl once or twice while just trying to relieve himself. All of that, he could handle.
Though, apparently last night had been the last straw. What felt like every minute, the string on your hand would jerk you around so forcefully you almost flew right out the classroom window you sat beside.
Only once in a while would you let it be obvious enough that the teacher had to ask if you were okay. Your notebook was now covered in hasty chicken scratch, eager to get in a line of notes before the next wrench of the string. Random lines of led littered the page from when he had caught you a moment too soon, but you were trying to adapt. There was a moment in between each jerk, and in those moments, you had true freedom.
“In nineteen-thirtysev-... ugh, nineteen-thirtysev- son of a bitch! In nineteen-thirty-- you know what, fuck it. I give up,” you grumbled under your breath, slamming your notebook closed amongst the now-constant tugs of your pinkie. There was really no point in trying now; Hinata had traded in his previous pattern of tug-wait-wait-tug for tug-tug-tug.
You didn’t even bother bringing your hand back up to your desk, instead deciding to let it flail around and dangle over the edge of the wooden surface.
Sighs of relief fill the classroom as soon as the bell rings, and you snag your backpack off the floor in the nick of time. One large rip of the string has you scrambling out into the hallway, crashing into a locker and trying to stabilize your footing.
“Woah, watch it!”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” The student seems to either have a stick up his ass no different than a popsicle or maybe the wave of your nonchalant hand didn’t account for much of an apology. Either way, you didn’t get to stick around for long, because soon your soulmate’s pulling is practically dragging you down the hall, bouncing off the occasional student like bumper cars.
“I swear, Kageyama, she’ll be here. Just hold on for a second.”
Over the hoards of students stampeding in the opposite direction of you, you hear his voice. While you expected a vengeful snicker, you were pleasantly surprised with a giddy smile.
Through the bodies moving slower than midday traffic, you saw Hinata, orange hair bobbing up and down in a school window’s gleam.
Bob and weave. Bob and weave.
When you surface is when you see it. Your soulmate’s not simply pulling you toward him in a conventional way. No, rather, he’s reeling the string around his other hand like he caught a fish.
“YN?” His movements halt and in true ragdoll fashion, you do as well.
“Sup.”
Hinata, the guy you had been crushing on for your entire first year of high school, was your soulmate. Last night, you could barely go to sleep with all your excitement bubbling through your veins. Your smile had been as large as the moon itself as you wiggled around on your bed, kicking your feet whenever the pent up energy came to be too much.
Now? That was a different story.
No less had it been a small wave of giddiness, but it was more a wave of pure elation. Endorphins swam around your bloodstream enough to make your head fuzzy, but making eye contact with him hadn’t been the only cause.
No, because in seconds, Hinata had covered the distance between you two and tackled you like an ecstatic puppy. You were high on the rush of first touch, high on the rush of finally having him hold you in his arms.
“I finally found you,” his voice is muffled by your shoulder and he’s got your school jacket bawled up in two fists. There’s a smile; you can almost feel him trembling against you in euphoria, but he’s not alone.
Every nerve ending is set on fire when your arms wrap around him too. Unable to hold back your happiness, you release a small giggle that has him pressing you impossibly closer.
“Yeah, you found me.”
With that, he leans back, lips pursed in uncertainty.
“Umm, so do you wanna… like, erm, come watch me practice? I promise I’ll take you out after!”
Seeing just how nervous he could be almost made you relax on instinct. An easy smile works its way onto your face. “Yeah,” you nod, body still abuzz with the tingles of his touch, “yeah, that sounds good.”
“Great!”
Before you know it, Hinata’s encompassed your hand in his own warm one, leading you all the way out the school and to the second gym with a bored Kageyama on your tail.
“You gotta promise me one thing, though, before we go in there, YN.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Swear you won’t tug on the red string, okay? You have a terrible habit, and it always messes me up when I play!”
Guppy Love (Todoroki x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Fish don’t survive in coffee. You find that out the hard way.
A/N: My God, I love this one so much. Please enjoy!
Word count: 1486
“Man, you are whipped for her!” Todoroki rolls his eyes at the statement.
“No, I’m not.”
“You liar, you totally like YN!” Kaminari pokes his classmate’s arm obnoxiously.
“I don’t like her, so stop going around saying that,” Todoroki monotonously responded.
The class froze at the sound of a crash and a scream in the hallway. Suddenly, Mina bursts breathlessly into the room, her eyes wide with terror.
“Yn fell in the hallway and-”
Todoroki’s hand bursts into flames on his desk, leaving burns in the wood.
“Is she okay?!” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pushing past Mina and sprinting out into the hall.
“YN!”
He finds you collapsed on your knees in the middle of the corridor with puffy eyes and red cheeks.
“I dropped the fish tank.” You sniffle and shyly hold up a filled coffee cup with an orange creature floating ominously at the surface. “I don’t think Mr. Bubbles is gonna make it.” Your voice is tight with sadness as you stare ashamed into the overflowing cup.
“Yn, I’m so sorry.”
“Can you make some water for him or something?” Your eyes glowed with hope as you stared up at him.
“I don’t think-”
“Please?” Todoroki sighs and gives in, taking a seat next to you on the ground and cupping his hands. In the one, he creates ice, and then proceeds to use the other to melt it.
With his fingers clumped tightly together to form a makeshift bowl of water, Todoroki tries not to grimace at the slimy texture of the fish you plop into his hand.
Mr. Bubbles doesn’t move.
“Maybe he’s just sleeping,” you say hopefully, your eyes locked on the guppy.
“Maybe he’s dead.” Todoroki observes your face for a reaction, but you simply bite your lip with drying eyes.
“Maybe you’re right,” you mutter before groaning and dropping your face into your hands. Todoroki shifts uncomfortably and sneers at the dead fish floating in his grasp.
“What should we do?” you ask. Todoroki’s eyes trail to you before glancing at the nearby courtyard, then returning to your face once more. Catching his drift, you gasp dramatically.
“No, I am not leaving him for dead in the middle of the school yard!”
“He’s already dead.”
“I don’t care!” After standing up, you help Todoroki to his feet and cross your arms indignantly.
“We should hold a funeral in the bathroom!” You smack your hands together as if you’ve just discovered the cure for cancer. “It’s genius! And tasteful!”
“Or we could leave some bird a generous meal in the school courtyard.” You give him a withering glare.
“All those in favor of holding a memorial service for our beloved Mr. Bubbles, raise your hand.” You raise your hand at your own suggestion then ask, “All those opposed?” Todoroki narrows his eyes at you. Even if he tried to “oppose,” water and dead fish would spill everywhere.
“It seems we’ve come to a compromise.” You smile happily at him and clap excitedly.
“That was, in no way, a compromise.” The emotion of Todoroki’s face is emptier than a teenage boy’s search history, but you try to ignore how it still manages to make your heart race.
“No matter! Follow me,” you announce, directing Todoroki to the nearest bathroom... it’s the women’s room.
“YN no-“ you giddily shove him in with a little too much force and Mr. Bubbles goes on a once in a lifetime (or is it death time?) flight. You both watch in horror as he falls to the ground with a squelching “splat.”
Nobody makes a sound, completely aghast at the crime scene. The bathroom is hauntingly silent except for the gentle buzzing of the fluorescent lights.
“I’m not picking him up!” Todoroki mumbles and you shout at the same time, voices clashing noisily. Neither of you wanted to touch the corpse. Swiftly, you look over at your partner in crime and nod your head towards the fish once, twice, three times all the while he’s shaking his head.
“No way, I already picked up that thing once. It’s your turn.”
“Oh come on!”
“Plus, you killed it.” You gasp offensively while he raises his brows. The staredown doesn’t last long and you eventually throw in the towel, pursing your lips and rolling your eyes. Shoes squeaking against the tile, you skulk your way over to the fish.
“Fine.” Crouching low, you investigate Mr. Bubbles from multiple angles, trying to deduct the best method of transfer.
“He’s not just gonna flop himself in, you know.” You hurl a murderous look at Todoroki for the quip before reaching out with pinched fingers towards your flubby friend.
“God, this is a bloodbath,” you grimace before tentatively snagging a fin and holding back a gag at it’s slippery texture.
“Grossgrossgrossgrossgross,” you repeat all the way to the toilet, unceremoniously tossing Mr. Bubbles into the bowl like a sack of flour. “Oh my Godddd!” you choke out, darting over to the sink and almost slipping in the water puddle Todoroki left on the way.
While you clean your hands, your companion peers in at a floating Mr. Bubbles, blanching at the sight of the fish’s blank, bulging eye staring unblinkingly at him. He backs away slowly and you join him by his side, gulping nervously.
“Let’s get the party started, shall we?” you ask with a shaky smile.
“Sure” is Todoroki’s lame response. You scoff before clearing your throat.
“Well, Mr. Bubbles, you lived a good, long life-”
“About two weeks.”
“And it’s a shame to see you go like this.”
“Just to be clear, we know it wasn’t your fault-”
“Zip it, Shouto!” You point a trembling finger at him threateningly and he raises his hands in surrender.
“Anyways, even though I tried my very best to save you-”
“You scooped him into Aizawa’s coffee mug.”
“It’s still a sad day to watch you go. We will always cherish the memories we shared with you-”
“Yep, those two that we made. The one where we bought him for two bucks and the other where you overfed him and gave him fish diabetes-”
“Do you know how it feels to be strangled? Because you’re about to find out.” Arms akimbo, you stare at Todoroki with fierce, wide eyes. He shrugs. “That’s what I thought,” you nodded.
As you ramble on to your beloved fish friend, Todoroki can’t help but zone out and think about the situation he has found himself in. For the first time in his life, he’s ditching a class in school, and it’s only to throw a funeral for an over-caffeinated guppy. With anyone else, he would have left twenty minutes ago, but right now he wanted to stay. You were here, and Todoroki never knew why, but he always felt drawn to your presence. He had only known you for two months, but something about you made him want to break down the walls he had built up over the years. You were different, and you valued every moment of life you had. He adored that about you.
Geez, maybe he was whipped.
The gentle beating in his chest soon rivaled that of a racing stampede of elephants when you scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Your heart sped up too, but you didn’t care to mention it. Instead, you chose to release a shaky breath when his arm slowly encompassed your shoulders.
“Um,” you swallow, “did you want to say anything?”
Todoroki held in a snort. “No, I’m plenty good.” The room fell into silence once more, but the atmosphere wasn’t solemn for a dead fish funeral. It was tense and shy, filled with teenage anxiousness that only arose when two requited crushes were together in one room. Todoroki started to grow uncomfortable, though.
“So are you gonna flush him or...?” he trails off.
“Oh yeah.” You lick your lips nervously and step out of his warm embrace before pressing down the handle. “Goodbye Mr. Bubbles. We wish you well on your journey to the... I don’t know, water heavens or something.” You step away with a shrug back into Todoroki’s hold. All is peaceful, until....
Clunk clunk.
Oh crap.
Both of you watch in horror as the toilet clogs, water rising higher and higher until it overflows, carrying the dead fish with it. Yours and Todoroki’s eyes follow the journey of Mr. Bubbles as he rides a wave all the way to the tips of your shoes, stopping perfectly to stare up at the two of you with vacant, enlarged pupils.
You sigh and smack your palm against your face. “I’ll go get the janitor.”
“I told you we should’ve just hucked him.”
“Shut it, Shouto.”
When He’s Sad (Chaos Walking Headcanons)
*GIF not mine*
A/N: idc what people say--this movie was great. Partly bc Tom Holland was in it, but still. So freaking good. Enjoy!
Word count: 743
Todd Hewitt:
His Noise goes quieter than normal
Just soft whispers
Be a man, Todd. Be a man.
Manchee is curled up next to him, head drooped on his paws. Small whimpers escape the dog as Todd hugs his knees closer to his chest.
When you return from cleaning off your face in the lake, he spots you before you see him.
YN. YN YN YN.
It’s so quiet you just think it’s the wind rustling the trees as you organize your bag in the clearing you and Todd have found, located deep in the center of the woods.
Man up, Todd. Don’t let her see you like this. Be a man. Be a man.
His Noise is still so quiet, barely noticeable until he stands up and wipes his face, approaching you. “I’m gonna go hunting, I’ll be right back.”
When you turn to him he’s already walking away, leaving a sniffle in his wake. Worry strikes your heart.
“Todd?”
He only hums, not stopping in his tracks. The thoughts around his head start to grow and pound.
“Todd!”
“What?” he shouts, turning back with blazing eyes. Your shocked face gets imprinted in his thoughts, playing your reaction on repeat surrounded by look what you did-you’re an idiot-you hurt her-you scared her-she hates you.
“No, Todd, you didn’t-” you try to find the right words to not scare him off, holding out your hands reassuringly as you take in his regretful face, “I’m not- Todd!”
But he’s already run off, leaving a trail of Noise in his wake. She hates me.
Manchee barks, preparing to go after him with you on his tail, but you quickly call him back and stay near your campsite.
“He just needs time, boy,” you nuzzle his head, eyes locked on the direction Todd ran in. “He just needs time.”
The sky is gray and a light drizzle has soaked into the forest when Todd returns. Droplets splash against his bare skin and chill him to the bone as he pushes through brush and branches to reach the clearing.
He can see you through it all, leaning against a tree trunk and only half giving in to the sleep that tries to overtake you, but the sounds of his return urge you awake.
“Todd,” you whisper, eyes wide as you sit up straight. “You’re back.”
“Yeah.” Missed her. Missed YN. Thank God I found my way back.
“What…” you slump back, “what happened?”
His lips stay sewn shut as his Noise speaks for him.
I miss them. Pictures of his old family, two men he’s told you about before but you’ve never seen until now, flash like a video.
His mind runs wild replaying memories upon memories. When the tears start to fall again is when he gets angry at himself. Dammit, Todd. Men don’t cry, suck it up-
“Todd.” Your voice interrupts his thoughts and he zones back in on you. You hold your arms out, face gentle and reassuring as you nod for him to come closer. “Come here.”
His gaze trails to your form. Warm. Soft. Nice. Want it. Want her.
His lips open and close, searching for some sort of excuse. But he doesn’t have one, thankfully. He crosses the distance between the two of you, lips pursing as he lowers himself to the ground and in between your arms. On his knees between your legs, he waits until your arms embrace him before he engulfs you, his face pressing into your shoulder as he wraps around your midsection.
Tears began to dampen your shoulder, more so than the rain that now poured on you both. You ran a hand through Todd’s hair, holding him closer the more rampant his thoughts ran.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here for you.”
She’s here for me.
“You don’t have to act all strong right now. Just relax.”
Minutes passed with Todd wound around you, his hands curling tighter into fists in the back of your shirt every time you brushed your fingers through his tufts.
Feels so nice. I don’t wanna leave. Wanna stay like this forever. Always stay here with her. Always happy. Happy. Never wanna stop.
And so you granted his wish, holding him closer and tighter as his Noise mumbled sweet nothings in your ear.
(this is gon be a long one sry!!) but could i get a mako (lok) x fem hybrid reader where she is a hybrid of a human and a dragon (n she’s a airbender) n her kind has brought despair to most people in the past so they treat her like she’s unwanted but lin basically takes her in as her child then she gets like hurt really badly in battle,, sry if it’s confusing or anything!! i thought of this at like 2am so sry if it’s stupid
Mako with Dragon!Hybrid Airbender Reader (Legend of Korra Headcanons)
*GIF not mine*
A/N: Honestly, this is one of the best things I’ve ever written. Thank you so much for requesting it, as it made me feel a lot more confident in my abilities. This idea was great, so don’t feel bad about it! I made it headcanons, but it turned into a scenario anyway, so I hope you enjoy! (Side note: Thanks for 1.5k followers!)
Word count: 2485
As a hybrid, you were used to the abuse. Abandoned on your streets by horrified parents, you knew how it felt to be abandoned and alone, hated for no reason. The horrible things your ancestors did somehow reflected onto you as you tried to live in the streets of Republic City.
Fighting for food or territory on the streets was always hard; people would take one look at you, see the telltale shifting eyes of a dragon hybrid, and scream at you till you ran for the hills. On your back was only your stolen airbending staff and your ability to shapeshift to keep you alive.
It was on a cold winter night that Lin found you at the age of fourteen, shivering and half-dead, with your eyes shifting rapidly with a plea to change forms to survive. You refused, and barely conscious, you had no will to fight when the Chief of Police led you back to her own home.
From then on, it was like you had a mother again. Though she was hardened to most emotions and rarely ever provided a true warmth, she loved you in her own way. There were times when she would scold you to tears, only to come home later with a small charm or treat as an apology.
She taught you how to use your abilities as best as she could, scouring up airbending scrolls and researching books in the city’s library to learn more about your kind. Lin was eager to be a mother, no matter how much she would deny it in front of others. Deep down, she wanted to make up for her own mother’s mistakes, and in doing so, she became fiercely protective over you. Boys, school, even the occasional social interaction kept Lin on the tips of her toes, wanting to keep you safe but also wanting you to become a strong young woman.
It was four years later that you met Mako, and he was almost as aloof as Lin. Every time he saw you, he would either greet you formally with a head nod or completely ignore your existence.
You spent your pastime at the police station, reading through cases or reorganizing files, doing whatever you could get your hands on really. In these times, that’s when Mako would watch you from the corner of his eye. Your eyes would flutter and gleam with excitement as you read through criminals’ stories, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable.
In the pit of his chest, he felt an urge to talk to you, get to know you better. So greetings turned into personal questions. Questions turned into lunchtime conversations. Lunchtime conversations turned into dates, and dates turned into a relationship.
As the first guy you had ever really talked to, you were kind of nervous around him. Blushes and anxious glances weren’t uncommon on your end, but Mako loved to see them.
One day, he returned from a particularly dangerous mission and stomped into the station looking like a mess. His hair was ruffled, his uniform was covered in dirt and dust, and his eyes were darting around in a frantic manner. It was only when they landed on you that you figured out what he was looking for. Not saying a word, he marched towards you and cupped your face in his hands. Your mouth opened in question, but before you could speak, he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate, desperate first kiss.
Though Lin wasn’t particularly pleased about the two of you, she had grown to admire how protective Mako was of you. Him being a skilled firebender only helped her feel more reassured. You, meanwhile, had grown tired of their coddling.
Both of them treated you like a baby bird that had fallen out of the nest. Whenever someone threw you dirty glances in the street, both of them had a nasty habit of glaring and sneering. Mako is never averse to throwing a ball of fire at someone who is particularly troubling.
“I can handle myself.”
“I know, I know.”
But did they?
You wanted to prove yourself. Show that as a trained airbender who had fought for her life tooth and nail on the streets, you could handle taking care of yourself when it mattered. So one night, you joined them on a mission.
“You’re not coming.”
“The hell I’m not! I can take care of myself-- I’m not a little girl anymore!”
Mako kept silent as you argued with Lin, but his teeth gritted at the thought of you being in harm’s way. If you were coming, there was no way in hell he was going to let something happen to you.
“Fine. You can come. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Your eyes widened and you turned to your boyfriend with a victorious grin, only for it to falter at the sight of him avoiding your gaze and leaving the room.
You wanted to ask, but deep down you already knew what he would say. Yes, you loved that he cared so much for you and your safety, but you really didn’t want Debby Downer to ruin your excitement for your first mission. After Lin’s reluctant acceptance, Mako avoided you like the plague, only acknowledging your existence with an outstretched hand behind him as you and the rest of the squad of police snuck up to the criminal activity.
It was a gang, and one you had learned of quite a bit during your adolescent years in the cold city. They were benders trying to overthrow the government, starting first with robbing small homes and moving up to threatening local businesses with a “safety tax.”
“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this,” you breathed out, practically buzzing with excitement behind a frustrated Mako. In the sunlight of what was only twelve noon, you could see the tension between his shoulders so much that it urged you to lodge a stick between the blades. You didn’t, but God did you want to.
“Get down!”
Your squadron had been spotted, peering out from behind an alley wall and peeking in on what was the gang’s main leaders divvying up their most recent haul.
Fire almost singed your skin before Mako tugged you to the ground, forcing your head against the pavement while he shot back his own flames. Lin, who had been at the front of the squad, had charged into the thick of it, arms raised and ready to fight.
There were about fifteen enemies in all, and with your group of ten soldiers-- excluding you-- Mako felt like they could take them.
Without warning, he rose to his feet and dashed into the fight breaking out in the intersection between four lines of buildings. The scent of blood and smoke hit you like a wave of nausea as soon as you lifted your head and scrambled to your feet.
C’mon, YN, it’s your chance! Let’s do this!
Running into the battle was like diving into a murky pool headfirst. You should have known the water would be shallow.
The pavement beneath your feet rumbles and lifts, taking you and your yelp along with it. Just before it crashes into the nearest building, you tap your staff once and take flight, soaring through the air while searching for the nearest predator.
A man that seemed ten times larger than you blasted a line of fire right towards your form, but you blew it right back into his face with a laugh.
“Haha, how’d you like that!”
When your feet hit the ground, you jumped into action. A man-- a waterbender according to the sliver of ice that almost impaled your stomach-- came at you first. You twisted your hands and twirled your staff just enough that a gush of wind pushed him back into an alley dumpster, knocking him unconscious at the slightest contact.
“Damn, I’m good! Can anyone explain why I’m so good?” You beamed, jabbing the butt end of your wooden staff into another mobster that tried to sneak up behind you. He toppled into his friend like dominoes, and just when you pounced over to land the final blow-- oh.
Ouchie
A white, hot bubble of pain burst in your chest, forcing you to let out a bloodcurdling scream. Your eyes flickered, narrowing and widening uncontrollably. No, not here!
“Dirty hybrid piece of shit! Go back to hell where you belong!”
Evidently, this gang member had done his research. As a shifter, there was a little nick right along your spine, just below where your wings would grow, that was almost like a failsafe. This man had bullseyed it like no other.
Your nervous system tingled enough to leave you paralyzed, dropping to the floor like dead weight and twitching face-first in your own puddle of pain. The only things you could do now were blink and whimper, but you cried out brokenly when he dug the pick of ice deeper into your back.
“YNNN!”
The infuriated roar of your name almost distracted you from the liquid seeping out and painting the concrete a deep red. A wave of heat, so quick and harsh it blew the hair stuck to the back of your neck away and up into your face.
Groans and screams of pain accompanied what could only have been the sounds of people being burned alive. A mewl of fright left your mouth at the sight of a charred body collapsing right across from your turned head. From the smell of it, that man was a little past well-done.
“YN!” Hands patted your face and felt down your body before their owner grunted at the feeling of cooling blood. “YN! Can you breathe? Please, say something!”
Mako’s face appeared in your blurring vision as he pressed two fingers in your neck, feeling the panic-stricken pulse.
“LIN, GET HELP! CALL SOMEONE!”
The shout was so loud, so cracked up with fear that it was almost painful to listen to.
Mako’s thumb then rubbed your cheek in what he must’ve thought was a comforting manner. Instead, you only cringed at the feeling of his uncontrolled body temperature making your forehead break a sweat.
“You’re gonna be okay,” he cooed, but his orange eyes betrayed the words. It’s not that he thought they were wrong, it’s that he hated only getting to hope they were right.
“Mako,” you whispered, disgusted at the mindless drool that pooled out after.
“Shh, YN, you’re gonna be okay. I’m not losing you.”
“Mako,” you pressed, as loud as you could muster with your face weighed down against the scraping concrete. “I love you, okay?”
“No, YN, don’t say it like that.” You understood how he felt. With the way you said it, it sounded more like a goodbye than a confession.
“I’m sorry.”
Then the darkness consumed you.
~~~ (oops, this turned into a scenario)
Not-so-silent whispers tugged you out of your sleep like a fish on a hook. The first thing you felt was nothing.
It’s true. Your body was numb from all feeling, even as you blindly waggled your toes and fingers. Then you opened your eyes and hissed at the blinding light that always accompanied a hospital room.
Tingles, pricks like sharp nails filled your limbs as you moved them more and more, and when you turned your head to find the source of the whispers, you found another pressed against the cushion of your stiff bed.
Mako was sound asleep, the idea given away by the steady inhales and exhales that forced their ways through the tissue-like material of your mattress every few seconds. And just when your fingers prickled too, you noticed his hand was up on the bed and was grasping yours tightly.
You didn’t care enough to search through your surroundings for more; instead, you settled for smiling and reaching your other hand over to dip into his dark hair.
A sudden rip of pain spread through your back at the movement, and you couldn’t hold back the yelp that came along for the ride. Without another word, Mako was up at attention, sitting with a straight back in his chair as his other hand slammed down on the bed. Two more bodies appeared on your other side, one of which being Lin.
“YN, are you okay?!”
“You’re never doing that again!”
Mako’s concerned face and Lin’s stern but worried one both added to the growing headache that pierced right through your temples.
“Ugh, I’m fine, I’m fine. Just gimme some space, you guys.”
Neither seemed too eager to please, as they both stayed tight exactly where they were.
“YN,” a gentler, calmer tone caught your eye, and a doctor just about Lin’s age gave you a pleasant smile, “how are you feeling?”
Where Lin’s skin was smooth and unmarked, the doctor’s was creased with years of practiced smiles and reassuring looks.
“Just about as good as a sack of shit. Do I look as pretty as I feel?”
With a patient chuckle, the doctor dismissed the question and hopped right into things. Daily rewraps around the wound, combined with a bullet-biting pinch of disinfectant every twelve hours and Republic City’s newest horse pills, more bitter than the smell of dried sweat that hung in the air.
The doctor encouraged Lin to follow him for the treatments, and after a kiss to your forehead and a little head pat, she did as much. When the door clicked shut after her was when Mako pounced.
“Don’t scare me like that, YN. I thought I lost you.”
His arms were folded in an attempted scolding, but the slight tremble of his lower lip broke down the facade.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” you snorted, reaching for his hand and trying not to tear your stitches. He did as you wanted and let you encourage him closer with a small tug.
“Good,” he whispers, leaning down and cupping your cheek with the other hand. You lean into the hold, relishing in the comfort it provides.
“Shit, Mako, why can’t you be colder? My skin feels like it’s on fire.”
“I thought hybrids like heat?”
“Yeah, well not this hot!”
“But isn’t that what you like about me?”
You smack his arm and he lets out a chuckle, leaning closer only to brush his lips against yours.
“Cocky bastard,” you jab before pulling him into a real kiss.
Okay yall, hear me out:
Iwaoi x reader
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