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imahinatjon · 1 month

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MAYBE HEADCANONS OF BSD MEN OF YOUR CHOICE WITH A READER WHO HAS A DRASTICALLY LARGE HEIGHT DIFF? IM LIKE 4'8 SO YEAH :D

I am sorry this took so long lol. I've been ill since before my last post and have gotten myself a little throat paralysis demon.

Bsd characters x SHORT reader

I chose the characters that are tall? Or at least that I think are tall.

(Dazai + Sigma + Nikolai)

Dazai

• Dazai likes how tall- short you are. It cute.

• HOWEVER. He does have his complaints.

• It's not that sometimes you need him to reach things from higher off the shelf when at home or shopping. He's more than happy to do that.

• It's not that he has to bend slightly to kiss you

• It's the fact that he's forever loosing you in crowds.

You and Dazai were on a date when you went missing. Holding hands until suddenly he looked down and you weren't there. Now, he wasn't worried anyone had taken you... well, maybe a bit, but he was sure you could handle yourself. He just wasn't sure he couldn't handle it.

"You really ought to stop jumping to the worst conclusions" he jumped when he heard your voice, turning to see you standing right beside him once again

" just because you loose sight of me doesn't mean I've been kidnapped"

"Can never be too careful" he replied, reaching to hold your hand again so you could carry on.

Sigma

• So, your short. Okay. That's fine.

• Honestly, he doesn't get why it's an issue.

• He thinks it's cute. Also makes him feel useful when you can't reach things from higher shelves.

• He has the casino, and that's his life basically, but now he's also got you, and he'd like to keep it that way.

• Hence why he insists on reaching everything for you.

• It's not an issue, really! He likes seeing you safe, and not climbing precariously.

Sigma loves you, he really does, but sometimes your incredibly frustrating. He doesn't mind letting you wonder around the casino on your own, but what he does mind is when you get hurt walking around the casino alone... hes writing his lecture about climbing while he waits for you to come back. He's probably not the best person to be giving lectures, but there is literally no one else to do it.

You should he expecting a pretty little envelope on his desk addressed for you to read.

Nikolai

• Your his arm rest.

• Sorry but you are. There's no getting around it.

• Sometimes, when he's not even near you, you'll feel a pressure ontop of your head.

• So you look up, look around and spot nikolai with his arm in his cloak.

• He's resting on your head from across the room.

• He does it purely to annoy you.

• If it doesn't really annoy you? He'll just find another way.

• Its his form of affection.

You were discussing something with Fyodor. About what? Who knows, it's not important.

You noticed throughout your talk he kept looking above you, and of course. You could only roll your eyes, you knew exactly what he was looking at. Your boyfriend. One specific man called Nikolai.

He was using his ability to mess with you again. You'd get him.

Nikolai did this often, and usually you only ducked down and moved away, you never retaliated. So when you tugged on his arm rather roughly, he was caught just a little off guard, suddenly beside you in the room, his eyes moved between you and Fyodor.

"We're trying to have an important conversation" fyodor sighed

"I'll see you later" you said, kissing his cheek gently and continuing your prior buisness.

_________________________________________

Short and sweet. Kinda rushed bc I've been thinking on it for ages 🥲

#imagine #fanfic #bungou stray dogs #x reader #anime #sigma x reader #bsd sigma #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #nikolai x reader #bsd nikolai #late #short #🥲

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lavalampstealer · 8 months

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hi im back i like your hcs

do you have any for hivemind or Charlie Caliente

I’m glad to hear!! :)

Hcs below cut (ieytd 3 and hsh spoilers)

Hivemind:

- In line with canon, despite being 6’0, he hunches a lot and ends up more around 5’11 or 5’10

- Okay I know his canon height is 6’0 but I still like to think of him as 5’2 maniacal bee scientist . Like anklebiter, kick-in-your-shins-if-you-swat-one-of-his-bees type guy

- He started out with mind controlling bees and doing tests on them to alter their genetics (like neurotoxin stingers), but more recently he’s taken on much larger animals like the giant squid. He’s also dabbled in robotic insects at some point, but I’m not sure where Home Sweet Home sits on the timeline (I’m thinking sometime after ieytd 3? Just bc the ocular implants aren’t mentioned at all in the game)

- He and Fabricator aren’t really friends or even acquaintances, they just see the other and think “Thank god I’m normal, not like them” (neither of them are)

- You know those honeycomb bookshelves? Yeah, those. He uses those and those shelves alone in his lab purely for aesthetic purposes

- not really sure if there’s anything else, just since there’s so little content of him (WE NEED MORE I NEED MORE OF HIS UNHINGED WHIMSICAL LINES)

- His outfit would be a long sleeve white dress shirt with a yellow vest that has some kind of bee-related pattern and khaki pants. How this is gonna translate when I get around to drawing him I have no idea

- def a bright yellow, not like Handler’s, closer to lemon or well, y’know, bees

Caliente:

- like. big. big guy. could pick any Phoenix up and turn them into a pretzel. even Cyan, who’s taller than the average Phoenix (I think? Idk, short gremlin seems to be popular)

- Based on the sign in KBOOM we can assume that he’s good with welding and metalworking. I wanna see big man Caliente welding together a metal flower made with bolts and nuts and screws in his free time :3

- idk if he has a canon hight but to me he’s around 6’5, 6’7 ish, somewhere in that range. Very tall man who can bend metal with his bare hands. You know those videos of strong guys rolling up a frying pan into a taco? He’s like that

- He’s a pyromaniac, but not in the way Phoenix is. He has access to literal flamethrowers and uses them to harm others, Phoenix only has their lighters or a grenade or two and they prefer to use their enemies’ weapons against them or just take them out as quickly as possible. They see it as inefficient and cruel to burn someone (trust me, they know) (not Cyan, just Phoenixes in general, I see a lot with burn scars)

- not sure yet but I think he’d be a bright scarlet/orange-red

General:

- they’re like brothers, but the kind of brothers that are constantly fighting and annoying each other and those around them but if someone else tried to pick on one of them, the other would take that person out (literally or not literal, depends on the offense). Like, “Hey you can’t bully him that’s my job, get away from him.”

- They’re literally the brain and the brawn. need I say more

#ieytd #i expect you to die #ieytd hivemind #ieytd caliente #charlie caliente #lava’s asks

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hajimeshoe · 1 year

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Kalim, Azul, Jamil, and Ruggie with a tall and heavy bodied (not buff or fat, just thicc) s/o who is a gentle giant but often accidentally hurts others when playing because they don't realize their own strength and love to play fight, bear hug, etc.

I been thinking about play fighting, and I can only do that with my dogs because they play just as rough.

Did I optimize those smaller than me for this? Yes. I did.

Heyo, Shiba! Oooh, this is interesting. Haven't done much with different body types yet, so hopefully you like it! This one was actually a bit harder for me to get inspiration for, just bc I'm normally the "Short friend" in a group. Got some info from one of my friends on how it feels to be tall.

Kalim, Azul, Jamil, and Ruggie with a Tall/Heavy Bodied S/O

Kalim

Kalim loves to play fight with you because you love it

He loves your height and build, even if you get insecure about it. Dude does not care if you're taller than him - he loves you!

Bear hugs? Yes! Kalim will give you them, and adores when you bear hug him.

Will try to jump on your back at times. The possibility of accidentally getting thrown off will not stop him

Also, I can picture him as someone who would like playing by arm wrestling...

Azul

He gets a bit insecure that you're taller than him in the beginning

It does not last long though, so no worries! He's over it and instead is making deals with people so he's strong enough to play fight with you without you having to worry about forgetting to hold back

He does it whether it works or not, though

He just loves seeing you smile!

Jamil

Does he love you? Yes. Will he accept bear hugs? No.

Like Azul, he does have a few insecurities about his height compared to yours, but he pushes those away as soon as Kalim is doing something stupid.

Play fighting? He'll just get you a pet dog. Maybe he'll goad Leona into wrestling with you? Jamil will figure that out, but it just isn't his style.

He doesn't tend to ask you to get stuff down for him if you're taller unless he really has to. Jamil is stubborn, he'll find a way to get it himself

Ruggie

Play fights are his thing! Fun fact: Hyenas play fight and so Ruggie loves that you do it with him. He doesn't care much if you accidentally hurt him (Not like you could do too much damage, he's a beastman! He can definitely take it! Plus, hyenas are pretty sturdy), he's used to it due to other kids in his neighbourhood.

Bear hugs aren't something he cares much for, but he'll accept them.

Doesn't care if you're taller than him, tbh. He loves you, and you love him - height does not matter, so go ahead and brag about being taller and being able to reach higher shelves!

He does like to tease you a bit by purposefully putting stuff on higher shelves and then asking you to get them for him

#kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader

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maybeimamuppet · 1 year

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once upon a time

hello everyone!! long time no see lol oopsies

i hope you’re having an amazing week!!

this one is a bit different from what i’ve done so far so i hope you all enjoy it!! this one has more to do with mrs phelps bc i think her relationship with matilda is criminally underrated and underexplored :)

tw for

child abuse/neglect

and please let me know if i missed anything so i can add it in :D

enjoy!!

—————

Matilda met one of the most influential people in her life when she was just two years old.

Her brother went off to school and her father went to work like they did every day. Her mother went off to her salsa and ballroom dancing class like she did every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesdays and Thursdays are for bingo and bridge.

Matilda gets herself dressed and brushes the few teeth she’s started growing. Makes herself breakfast and brushes her hair. And she looks out the window.

She’s taken to doing this a lot. Watching the other young children play outside with their mothers and fathers and wondering why her own won’t do that with her.

Today, all the children drag their parents down the sidewalk, chattering and skipping excitedly, trying to get their parents to go faster. Matilda opens the curtains a little further, trying to see what they’re rushing towards. She can’t see.

She slips off the sofa she was perched on and heads to the door. She has to stand on her tiptoes to open the door, but she manages after her chubby hand slips off the doorknob a few times.

Matilda toddles her way down the sidewalk and sees all the neighborhood children surrounding a bus. Her neighbor, Mrs. Phillips, told her to mind strange vans, but for some reason this one seems to be okay for all the parents and children.

Her mother says she’s not to be seen by anyone else in the neighborhood, so Matilda hides behind a nearby shrub and waits for the crowd to clear. It seems to take hours, but one by one, the children and their families clear out. Matilda emerges from her bush and makes her way to the bus.

The steps up to it are nearly as tall as her, so she has to lean over each and kick her legs to make it up. She pants for breath as she climbs up the last one and looks around to see where she’s found herself.

A kind looking lady with a very strange hat pops out from behind a shelf. She yelps a bit at seeing Matilda standing there, and blinks at her in confusion. “Hello there, sweetheart, what’s your name?”

The lady has a very intriguing accent. Matilda steps closer, looks up at her, and says, “I’m Matiwda.” She grimaces. She’s not Matiwda. But her mouth doesn’t always move the way she tells it to. She tries again, making extra sure to annunciate every syllable. “Ma-til-da.”

“Very nice to meet you, Matilda. I’m Mrs. Phelps,” the lady says. “How old are you?”

“Two,” Matilda responds. Thank goodness she learned how to read the calendar. Her parents forgot her birthday this year.

“Are your parents here? Where are they?” Mrs. Phelps asks. Her voice has suddenly got much higher. Matilda doesn’t care for that. She never understood why people don’t talk to babies normally. Not that she’s a baby, of course.

“Out,” Matilda says.

“Outside?” Mrs. Phelps asks, trying to look for them out the windows. Matilda shrugs. Probably not, but she can’t say where her parents are for certain.

Matilda looks around at all the things on the shelves. She grabs one from her height and holds it aloft between her little hands. “What’s dis? This?”

“That’s a book, you must have seen one before,” Mrs. Phelps explains. She gently takes it from Matilda and shows her how to open it. “See these words? Someday you’ll be able to read them.”

Matilda holds it close and looks over the cover. To her, they just look like squiggles. She squints up at the woman. “Read?”

“Yeah, you know. All the letters have sounds that make words. Like speaking, only… in print.”

Matilda squints at her again in disbelief. Mrs. Phelps sighs and gently takes it from her.

“Let’s start smaller, shall we? Let’s try… this one,” she says. She grabs a colorful one off a lower shelf about Matilda’s height. “Come.”

Matilda hesitates, but sits on the dusty carpet next to Mrs. Phelps. The kind woman puts an arm around her and opens the book, beginning to read aloud.

“This is A, and A says aah, ahh, and ay. A begins apple, avocado, and airplane.” Matilda looks as she points out all those things in the picture on the page. Mrs. Phelps lets her look all she wants before she turns the page. “This is B, and B says buh. B begins ball, book, and baby.”

Matilda looks up at Mrs. Phelps this time. The woman who introduced her to the most amazing thing.

She stays there until Mrs. Phelps finishes the book, and then stands up. Her mother will be home from dance soon. Matilda is sad. She found herself in such a wondrous world here, she doesn’t ever want to leave.

Mrs. Phelps notices her sad face and crouches down to Matilda’s eye level. “Do you know what a library is?” Matilda shakes her head. Mrs. Phelps stands and spins with her arms out to her sides. “This is a library. I own it. And I’ll tell you what. Since you and the other children here love my stories so much, I’ll be on this corner every Friday afternoon. Okay? You can come whenever you’d like.”

“Really?” Matilda asks eagerly. Mrs. Phelps nods.

“And… if you’d like, you can get a card to take books home. You can keep this until next week,” Mrs. Phelps continues.

“Keep it?” Matilda asks, looking up at her. The woman nods again.

“You’ll need to take good care of it. Make sure it doesn’t get dirty or wet, and none of the pages get torn. And you’ll need to bring it back next Friday. But in the meantime, it’s yours.”

Matilda eagerly gives her her name and address to sign up for her library card and proudly toddles back home with her brand new book. She hides it beneath the mattress of her bed so her parents won’t see. They’d most definitely ruin it.

She goes to sleep that night with a smile on her face.

—————

By Mrs. Phelps’ next visit, Matilda had memorized the book. She knew all the sounds the letters made. She tried to show her mother what she had learned, but she got shoved aside with a cold, immaculately manicured hand. Maybe some other time.

Matilda spent the next week poring over every magazine she could get her hands on. She can sound out the words, but she still struggles a little with understanding what they mean. Especially the ones in the nudie magazines hidden beneath her father’s side of the bed.

But Mrs. Phelps is true to her word. Every Friday, she’s at the end of the block. Matilda moves on to bigger and bigger books as she herself gets bigger and bigger. Dr. Seuss books, Bartholomew Bear, Winnie the Pooh, Todd Parr, Junie B. Jones, The Magic Tree House. Anything she can. She takes bigger stacks home with her every week.

—-

By the time she turns three, Matilda has read all the children’s books Mrs. Phelps has available. “Goodness, Matilda, you can’t have finished all of those. Don’t you want to keep some for another week?”

“I finished them all. Have you got anything new?”

“Not for children, I’m afraid,” Mrs. Phelps says apologetically.

“What about… for grownups?” Matilda asks, heading to the young adult shelves and browsing.

“Matilda, I think those might be a bit difficult for you,” Mrs. Phelps says, running after her. Matilda just turns around. The bus isn’t that big.

“Can’t I just give one a try? Pleeeease?”

Mrs. Phelps looks hesitant, but she does pull one down off a shelf and hold it. “I think your parents will be happier if you stick to children’s books for a while, Matilda.”

“Oh, they don’t mind,” Matilda says honestly.

“They must be so proud of you, reading all you do,” Mrs. Phelps says as she scans the shelves for others. “Are they in today? I’d love to meet them.”

“Oh, no, Dad’s working and Mum’s at her dance classes all day,” Matilda says. She doesn’t mention the other thing.

Mrs. Phelps hums in disappointment. “Well, maybe some other day.”

Not if I’ve got anything to say about it, Matilda thinks to herself. Mrs. Phelps hands her a couple books to try, and Matilda takes off before she can ask any more questions. “Thank you! See you next week!”

—————

Matilda starts to linger in the bus longer that year. There’s no sense rushing back home just to read the same books she could read here. Mrs. Phelps seems glad for her company. She certainly talks enough for it.

Matilda likes her stories. And she’s learned enough from her parents to know how to tune out things she doesn’t necessarily want to listen to. Mrs. Phelps also makes delicious lemonade.

Matilda starts hunting the bus down on its stops every day, too. She comes by in the morning, picks a book, and reads it in the corner for the morning. Some of the grown ups scowl at the unattended child in the corner. Matilda doesn’t understand that. It’s not like it’s her fault her parents won’t come along, try as she might to get them to.

For the afternoons, she helps Mrs. Phelps sort new arrivals and choose books for people who come by. Mrs. Phelps says it’s nice having such an expert around to recommend books. Sometimes they just chat and have lemonade, and other times Matilda helps tidy up.

In the late afternoons, Matilda takes her selection of books up to the roof of the bus and reads in the light of the setting sun. Mrs. Phelps lets her stay until packing up time is done, and then Matilda walks her stack of books home.

And the cycle begins again the next day.

—————

Matilda feels bad lying to Mrs. Phelps so much.

But in her defense, the woman makes it really easy. Your parents must love having a child like you. They must miss you so much when you’re here. They must be such lovely people to be bringing up a child like you. They must be so proud.

Matilda just has to nod and smile, and change the subject as quickly as possible.

Sometimes she thinks about telling the truth.

But that would only upset the woman. There’s no sense in doing that unnecessarily. Matilda can handle herself and her situation perfectly fine.

—————

Matilda goes barreling to the library one day in November, when she’s five years old. She has urgent news for the most important person in her life. “Mrs. Phelps! Mrs. Phelps!”

“Heavens, Matilda, what’s the matter?”

“Guess what?!” Matilda yells eagerly. Mrs. Phelps winces and puts a finger to her ear. Matilda quiets herself a bit. No yelling in the library. “I’m going to school!”

“You are?! Oh, Matilda, that’s wonderful! Your parents decided to stop homeschooling you?”

Matilda nods and forces a smile. “I’m a bit nervous, though. I’ve heard my headmistress is really mean.”

“If ever a child can handle a mean old bat, it’s you, dear,” Mrs. Phelps says as she pours their daily lemonade.

“Are you terribly busy after closing time today?” Matilda asks quietly, sipping a gulp of her glass through her straw. Mrs. Phelps ponders this and shakes her head gently.

“No more than usual. Why?”

Matilda fidgets a bit with the hem of her dress. “I, er- my parents, that is, were wondering if you might take me to get my uniform. I’ve got the money for it, but… they’re… busy. Too busy to go before the first day.”

Mrs. Phelps hums and takes a sip of her own. “Of course I will. You’ve told them where you’ll be?”

Matilda nods. She hasn’t, but it doesn’t make any difference either way.

“I’ll do it in exchange for one of your wonderful stories.”

“Deal,” Matilda beams.

————-

Matilda is almost sad to be beginning school. She’s stuck there all day instead of getting to spend time with Mrs. Phelps. She has to wait until dismissal to see her and get new books.

Or so she thinks.

Matilda leaves about an hour and a half earlier than she needs to. Her parents are always at their worst in the mornings. Always shouting at each other and rushing about to get where they need to be in time. Matilda hates it.

She’s standing outside, peering in through the rusty gates at her new, huge, ominous school building.

Matilda was expecting a huge building, but she wasn’t expecting it to look so… old. And dingy. She was expecting lots of children and play equipment and color.

There’s none of that. It looks more like a prison. But school is school, so Matilda is excited.

She hears a familiar rumbling behind her and whirls around in surprise. “Hello Mrs. Phelps!”

“Matilda? School doesn’t start for another hour yet, does it?”

“Oh. I’m early. Because of…” she needs a lie, quick. “Excitement.”

She continues, spouting off everything she can think of that a normal child might be excited for about school. Mrs. Phelps eventually beckons her inside just to shut her up. Matilda complies eagerly.

Mrs. Phelps listens eagerly to her latest story as she helps Matilda do her tie properly. Matilda did her best on her own, but it’s hard doing it from a book. Especially a book she read two years ago.

Matilda rushes out when the school bell rings and goes barreling towards school. “Have a great first day!”

“I will!” Matilda yells back. She waves and rushes in.

And oh, the day she has.

—————-

Matilda had always known she was a bit… unusual. She knew she was a bit more advanced than some of the other children in the neighborhood. She didn’t quite realize how much until she saw the look on her teacher’s face when she listed off all the books she’d read that week.

Miss Honey left in a hurry, leaving the students to their workbooks. Matilda feels a bit of a sinking in her gut when she explains she’s off to have a quick chat with the headmistress. One day in and Matilda’s already causing trouble. Maybe her parents are right about her.

Miss Honey looks a bit shaken when she comes back, and she dismisses them to recess quite quickly. Matilda hesitates a bit before letting Lavender drag her outside. Part of her wants to apologize, but Mrs. Phelps always says she should never feel the need to apologize for being who she is.

—————

“Do you want to hear about my first day at school?!”

“Of course I do! Tell me all about it,” Mrs. Phelps says, beckoning her into the bus. Matilda rushes in and tells her all about the wonderful things she learned and her new friends and how amazing her teacher is and everything she can think of. This time, the eagerness comes naturally. She doesn’t have to lie about a single thing.

Mrs. Phelps smiles seeing her so happy. Matilda smiles back.

——

The terror of The Trunchbull quickly reveals itself. Matilda finds herself wondering if she really did turn a child inside out and throw poor Julius out the window.

Matilda has to work quickly to save poor Nigel from the Chokey. Years of experience lying through her teeth to her parents and Mrs. Phelps gives her enough confidence to make up a good story for The Trunchbull.

She can’t do anything to save poor Amanda, but luckily, everything turns out okay for her.

——

“Mrs. Phelps, look!” Matilda says after her second day. “Miss Honey’s letting me do sixth grade work, look! Algebra, history, geography!”

“Oh, how wonderful! You’re certainly bright enough for it. How are things going?”

Matilda tells her all about it, including the next bit of her latest story. This one hasn’t come to her all at once. It comes in… bursts. Fizzes. Like there’s something in the universe doling it out to her in bits. Something that doesn’t want her to know the ending just yet.

“Where is this coming from, Matilda?” Mrs. Phelps asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this story has taken a rather dark turn,” Mrs. Phelps says.

Matilda frowns. She thought she was enjoying it. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you anymore.”

“No! Nonono,” Mrs. Phelps insists immediately. “I just mean… is… is everything alright? Has something happened at home?”

“No, everything’s fine. I’d better go. My… mum’s waiting for me. She hates being away from me. She says every minute is like an eternity, so…” Matilda trails off before she grabs her bag and goes running into the woods towards home.

“I’m by the windmill tomorrow!” Mrs. Phelps yells after her.

“Okay, I’ll find you!” Matilda yells back. She always does, and she always will.

—————

Matilda has just enough audacity in her that night to question her parents.

And she pays the ultimate price for it.

Everything in her is screaming at her feet, her legs, her arms, to move and stop her father ripping the library book apart.

But she doesn’t. She can’t.

She stands frozen and watches in horror as the pages fall to the ground. Falls to her knees to gather them and runs up to her room.

All she can think of as she superglues the book back together as best she can, is Mrs. Phelps’ famous saying. Two wrongs don’t make a right.

But Mrs. Phelps also always tells her to be who she is.

And sometimes, Matilda is a little bit naughty.

How she wishes she could tell Mrs. Phelps about how she glued her father’s hat to his head. But that would only get her a lecture.

——————

In December, Matilda thinks her worst nightmare is about to come true.

She comes home to a delighted mother, for what’s possibly the first time in her life. “Oh, it’s just like winning the lottery!”

“Me?” Matilda asks sheepishly.

“Ew, no, you’re like eating someone else’s bogies.”

Matilda looks down, not hearing what her parents say next. Until her mother says, “It’s the books, Harry, and the stories.”

“Books and stories, is it?” her father huffs. “You know what I’m gonna do tomorrow?”

Matilda shakes her head, desperately clutching her books to her chest. Clutching them like they’re Mrs. Phelps herself. Like if she holds them hard enough the hero from one of their stories will come save her.

But all that happens is her father yelling, “I’m gonna go down to that library and tell that old bag to never let you in again!”

“No!” Matilda protests immediately. “No, please!”

She doesn’t hear anything else her father says before he grabs her by the collar of her blazer and drags her up the flights of stairs to her bedroom. He tosses her unceremoniously to the ground and slams the door after him.

Matilda starts to cry. Reaches out a hand and gently runs a finger over the plastic-covered spines of her books.

Maybe heroes and saviors are only a storybook thing.

—————

The Trunch continues to be a terror.

Matilda continues to fight back.

Mrs. Phelps continues to be a haven.

But in February, everything

crashes

down.

Matilda’s riding high, coming home from tea with Miss Honey. She doesn’t mind the rain beating down against her as she runs home.

Her parents are yelling again.

There’s boxes everywhere.

“What’s going on?”

“Pack your things. We’re moving to Spain,” her father spits in her general direction.

“Spain? But why?”

“Because this idiot, this twit, this shit-for-brains, sold a load of old bangers to the bleeding mafia!” her mother hollers. Uh oh.

Mrs. Phelps is the first person in her mind. The first out of her mouth. “But-but what about Mrs. Phelps?! Lavender, Nigel, Amanda? What about Miss Honey?!”

“Forget ‘em! You’re never gonna see ‘em again!” her father yells.

Matilda bursts into tears and runs up to her bedroom.

The next part of the story arrives.

Matilda can’t bring herself to look at the crinkled, wrinkled rubbish bin in the corner. That’s a problem for another day.

—————

Her walk to school the next morning is a solemn one. She sticks the shoddily repaired book through the bus’ door handle with a short note.

Maybe not all stories have happy endings.

There’s so much more she wants to say. But for once, the words don’t come to her. Not even a proper thank you for all Mrs. Phelps has done for her.

All it does is fuel her. Make her angrier.

———-

As it turns out, that’s quite useful.

Matilda, with the help of her newfound telekinesis and the other students, run The Trunchbull out of town for good. At least she got to do something nice for Miss Honey.

Her father’s work truck comes rumbling up the dirt road. Matilda almost thinks it’s Mrs. Phelps. The red of the pickup is so disappointing.

Matilda says her goodbyes and prepares to climb into the back. Hopefully she picks up Spanish and finds a new library quick.

She allows herself to hope for the first time in months when Miss Honey begs Matilda’s parents to let her stay.

Her dad, for whatever reason, agrees. With a handshake and hat removal, he screeches off. Hopefully never to be seen again.

Matilda leans the true definition of home that night. Sleeping in that tiny, tiny shed Miss Honey calls a house.

She’s happy.

Miss Honey adopts her just after her sixth birthday.

They both start spending quite a lot of time with Mrs. Phelps. Matilda suspects something is going on between the grownups that she’s not meant to know about. Curiosity burns within her, but she doesn’t ask. She trusts Miss Honey to tell her. And her own mind to figure out what’s going on before she gets the chance to.

Mrs. Phelps comes over for dinner about a month after they move back into Miss Honey’s father’s old house. They’ve spent ages fixing it up after all the damage The Trunchbull did to it. It’s starting to look nice.

Matilda eagerly chatters about what she’s learning in her new advanced classes over their meal, and heads upstairs happy and with a full belly to wash up and go to bed.

She hears raised voices coming from downstairs after Miss Honey comes to kiss her goodnight. Something she hasn’t heard in months.

She slips out of bed and pads her way to the top of the stairs as silently as she can. The floorboards creak a bit beneath her feet, but not loudly enough to be noticed. She hopes.

Miss Honey and Mrs. Phelps are in the kitchen, standing in the light of the chandelier. They’re… yelling at each other. Matilda sits and watches.

“How could you not have known?!” Miss Honey pleads desperately. “Not have seen anything, not have noticed?!”

“I had my suspicions, but you know how clever she is! She-she told me she was alright! Every time I asked, she told me she was okay!”

“Couldn’t you see she was lying?! How could you not see her clothes never fit and her hair was never brushed?! How dirty she was, how many bruises she had?!”

“What was I meant to do?! Ask her if she was being abused?!”

“Yes!” Miss Honey bellows. “Yes! You should’ve seen through her stories! You-you should’ve called someone! Should’ve… should’ve saved her.”

“I wasn’t the one who was meant to save her, Jen,” Mrs. Phelps says. “You were.”

Miss Honey dissolves into tears at that point. Mrs. Phelps pulls her into a tight hug and lets her cry into her shoulder. Matilda stands and runs back to bed.

Mrs. Phelps is still there for breakfast the next morning. Matilda smiles. She’s starting to put the pieces together now.

Mrs. Phelps comes over a lot more after that.

None of them really know what the future will bring.

But Matilda knows one thing.

They’ll all live happily ever after.

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thanks for reading!!

i just wanted to give a bit of clarity as to why this took so long (feel free to skip this if you’re not interested lol. but it is important!!)

if you follow me here you may be aware that some of my fics for my other fandom had been stolen by someone on ao3 with the handle of wlwsharks. so i just wanted to say, if you’ve ever thought of plagiarizing someone: don’t!!

it was a silly thing looking back but it was still absolutely devastating to see and have to sort out. every fic i write takes so much of my heart and so so so much energy. i’m disabled, which in and of itself makes all of my fics take much longer to write. this incident only made it longer because i was having panic attacks every time i even thought about posting anything else. it had been doing on for six months and i would never have known if i hadn’t received a comment giving me a heads up.

seeing someone else get (in most cases, more) love and enjoyment out of something they simply copy and pasted than i did for something i spent up to a few months devoting myself to was absolutely beyond gut wrenching. but they’re gone now and things are looking up once again :)

if any of you happen to be in the wednesday fandoms or the owl house or anything like that, please please please keep an eye out for something like this happening again. and if anything you read feels familiar in a way it shouldn’t, please look into it. you could save a writer so much heartache.

anyway!! rant over. much love to you all and i’ll see you again soon. thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed!!

lots of love,

ezzy

#matilda #matilda roald dahl #matilda 1996 #matilda the musical #matilda 2022 #matilda wormwood #matilda honey #jennifer honey #miss honey #mrs phelps

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nehswritesstuffs · 5 months

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okay so for the "500 words or less" excerpt DVD commentary i'm going to choose the opening of this fic because i can't help myself it is honestly one of my favorite parts and i gotta know what the thought process was

Having never really considered himself weak in the ankles, Law was beginning to rethink his lifelong self-assessment as he slipped his feet into the absolutely terrifying shoes that had been shoved in his direction. With Nami on one side of him and Perona on the other, Law shakily attempted to stand, not enjoying the extra wobble he gained by simply standing still. “What the fuck is wrong with you people,” he grumbled lowly. His girlfriend, however, scowled. “You live in heels—I don’t want to hear it.” “I wear boots, Nami-ya, not whatever torture devices these are.” He looked out over the rows of shoe racks and saw that the difference in height was… concerning. “Fucking hell—these have three extra inches than normal.” “Well, yeah,” Perona scoffed. “You need to look your best, and they’re already doing wonders for your ass.” She hummed. “Well, what little you’ve got, anyhow.” “Why are we even here?” Law groused. “Can’t I just order some online?” “We are not,” Nami said, “because I am not going to have to deal with ordering shoes for your massive man-feet and then them not fitting properly. Turnaround is way too quick for us to need to worry about shipping.” “I feel like a fool,” he grimaced as he continued to curse the integrity of his legs. “We did not drive to the only shoe store in Greater Logue Town that carries wides in-stock for you to chicken out,” Perona scolded. “I’m not chickening out,” he insisted sourly. “I just have way too much coordination to know first-hand why Cora-san practices walking in these things.” “Well, you’re about to get a lot more familiar with them if we’re going to get you anywhere,” Nami said firmly. “Now go ahead and try to walk to that rack there.” Two steps and Law went sideways into a shelving unit full of narrow-widths. Nami and Perona stared at one another—they had a lot more work ahead of them than they had feared.

Ahahahaha, yes! Although I love all this fic, I do particularly feel this part. A bunch of me projecting on Law under the cut.

Have an excerpt you want me to break down? Go ahead and let me know!

Nehs? Projecting on Law? Never! *fake shocked gasp* Okay, so let me break it down:

I need wide width shoes as well, and holy shit are these hard to find since Payless started going nuts after filing for bankruptcy. Twice. This is a modern AU set in a pseudo-Midwestern America, so my loss of the only place that consistently stocked wides is also his loss of the only place that consistently stocked wides. and don't tell me that [place] does bc i've tried I am waiting for when that void is filled with bated breath bc I hate shopping for shoes online.

I am also on taller than average. (I am not Law's height, but he is on the taller end for normal people.)

I also like wearing boots with chonky heels/soles.

I also like wearing heels/wedges despite it making me "so tall" so what if I scrape six feet that way.

I also have enough coordination to walk in heels/wedges.

I can fucking run in heels/wedges.

I can honestly say that aside from a couple choice moments (as we all have) I am fairly well-coordinated overall.

I recently tried on a pair of heels in-store (returns from an online purchase, I'm sure) and as I stood I almost toppled over like holy shit.

I did roll my ankle once while running in wedges and I went down hard that was fun.

Narrow-widths are apparently a thing.

...and what sort of outfit as spectacular as Dr. Hart-Steeler's is complete without the right shoes? Can't have her show up in Crocs because although that's thematically correct I don't think those are going to fly in a drag queen revue.

#gendervapor #gendervapor14 #meme replies #I love this fic everyone pls read it #i would be just as grumpy but resigned trust me you can feel the projecting lol #might add more later but now I'm on the way out the door lol

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kinkymagnus · 1 year

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Magnus actually digs how tall Alec is. Magnus himself isn't short, but Alec with his 6ft3 is just hrgnnnn.

So sometimes, instead of just summoning something off a high shelf, he calls his boyfriend to get it down for him. In fact, he might magic one or two shelfs a little higher, just for the excuse the see his love stretching for it.

It probably shouldn't be hot that he has to get on his tiptoes to kiss Alec, but it is.

oh for sure. for fucking sure. magnus is like. not a short or small man but god does he love that alec's a little taller than him.

alec knows what magnus is up to but it's not like he minds. he can deal with having to get up to get random shit off shelves that magnus definitely conjured up there bc he gets to tease him back by like. "oh, here, let me get that." [one hand on the counter on one side, the other reaching up and around him to get it so that he's pressed really close to magnus's back]

anyway yes i just think magnus being very into the size/height difference. it's especially not something he's particularly used to--he's certainly been with partners that are stronger than him (warlocks only have normal human strength, even if magnus is pretty muscular, while a lot of other downworlders are more durable/supernaturally strong) but alec is one of the few who's actually physically taller/just as muscular. and like. something about having to lean up to kiss him is just... nice. and also a little bit of a huge turn on.

(also will never shut up about like. alec is taller than him, strong and a trained warrior, etc., and like. obviously it's not that magnus couldn't hold his own in a fight against him if that were to happen--duh--but like. letting himself be overpowered, and then like. you know. being overpowered, being helpless, but in a way that is specifically designed to make you feel good, in a way that makes him feel not just safe/protected but you know, good, is just... yes.)

#this is. actually one of the guilty pleasure things is any sort of dragon/half dragon sort of au for alec where like. he is/can be #Considerably Bigger.#so like. magnus literally not a small man getting to feel a little small #bc his McHuge Dragon Boyfriend (or werewolf boyfriend or monster boyfriend or whatever) towers over him in this form #and hes like [extremely wet] ohhhhh

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crguang · 2 years

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hey! if possible, could i request some hcs about dating ajak and the height difference (bc our girl is short lmao)? i think that would be adorable.

ajak is so short pls💀 she has to be the shortest one of the group apart from sprite and even then…

• Teasing. A lot of it. She doesn’t mind it because she knows you mean well, and the affection she receives afterwards as small apologies in the form of kisses against her shoulder or neck makes her forget all about it anyway.

• That means purposely leaving things on shelves you know she can’t reach without your help. You’ll hear her struggle for a while, hear the scraping of a chair against the floor and a huff of breath. You don’t say anything when she appears in the current room you’re in, eyes narrowed knowingly.

• “Is everything okay?” You ask innocently, noticing that she managed to get what she was looking for.

• “My candles were misplaced.” You’re aware that she’s not truly angry by the way she tries not to smile.

• “Oh, sorry, my mistake. It was only a shelf higher, though.”

• She would shake her head, eyes lifting to the sky in fond annoyance.

• “So much for the Prime Eternal…” you’d murmur under your breath, knowing she would hear it, and you barely have time to catch the pillow she throws at you next.

• Perfect height for forehead kisses. You know she enjoys those as well if her lovesick smile is of any indication. She’s a sucker for any kind of physical affection.

• Ajak has to tilt her head upwards and bring your own down by the neck if she wants a kiss and after a while, her hand naturally rests on the back of your neck whenever you indulge her in a kiss.

• Can you imagine someone hitting on you and the next thing they see is her, so much smaller than them, staring up at them with a raised eyebrow😭 Her height does nothing to attenuate the authority she exudes, though. She’ll have them give up in a minute.

• The height difference makes it easier to brush her hair when she asks for it, allowing her to sit between your legs as she tries not to melt in the warmth of your chest so close to her back. Your fingers between her locks is as comforting as ever, even if it’s not a request she makes often.

• Your clothes are bigger on her and that’s part of the reason why she likes wearing them so much, the other being that they smell like you. She would wear your shirts at home, not bothering with pants sometimes because they’d reach her thighs. The sight of her in the morning, hair slightly out of place with nothing but your big shirt on, never fails to make you bite your lip.

• You used the top of her head as an arm rest once and the look she gave you had you immediately bring your arm back at your side.

• Bonus if you’re human:

• “Has anyone told you you were adorable?”

• “I’m older than this planet.”

• “Yes, but you’re also short and that makes you cute.”

#ajak eternals #ajak x you #ajak fic #ajak x reader #eternals imagine #ajak imagine #mcu x reader #eternals x reader #eternals

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bemylord · 3 years

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s/o is very short and shy

req: Hiii cutie, hope you're having a great day/night! may i request headcanons of the inarizaki boys with a very short and shy female s/o? thanks!

characters: atsumu, osamu, kita, suna, aran.

warnings: fluff and soft inarizaki boys.

a/c: i love this idea so much bc it's cute and give an uwu vibes. i hope you'll like it!

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ

even tho you've been dating for a couple of months, he'd like: 'yay, you're so small, y/n, it makes me wanna wrap my arms around you'

when atsumu for the first time complimented you, your cheeks instantly were covered in the pink color as you were trying to hide them.

loves to lead his gaze on your figure in his hoodie, which is obviously huge for you and makes you look innocent and even smaller.

it might be complacently, but tsum loves to say how beautiful you're among the people or his teammates, watching as you're attempting to cover your face in his chest - it melts his heart so much.

omg i've a thought that he also likes to hoist your up by your waist, spinning with you. he thinks you're the cutest and smallest girl in the world, so he must protect his boo.

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ

during the cuddle session, he 100% would be a big spoon: interlaced your fingers as they're drowning in his large palm.

your timid nature only aggravates his love for you. when he introduced you to atsumu, you were non-stop holding his hand, getting blushed as he uttered: 'y/n-chan is timid and cute'

likes to give you stuff from the high shelves: in the store or at your house. also likes to put hands between your fragile body, pronouncing: 'you're so small, baby, you probably doing it cause ya know how much i like it'

can i tell he likes to bury himself in your body? like, pressing you as close as he can, burying his face in your hair, and kisses your nape. everywhere he can - he will do.

he knows how shy and shiver you may be in the public, that's why osamu will hold your hand through all the way both of you are out. he might be overprotective and may whisper something like: 'don't worry sugar, i'm here with you, just hold my hand tighter'

ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴀ

kita loves to compare your little hands against his, kissing your fingers as you are blushed.

when he kisses you, loves to place his palms on your cheeks, moving smoothly to the back of the head, deepening the kiss.

adores, adores, and adores your nature. you might think you're acting way too childish or naive by getting closer to people [in a friendship meaning], kita thoughts you're timid character is cute.

one more overprotective bf - he'd never let anyone says something obscene or offensive to your nature. the mode - just dare to pronounce one word about my girlfriend and you'll dead - would be activated.

fueling your ego with his smooches all over your skin whilst whispering something like: 'you could think whatever you want, sweetheart, for me you're perfect and innocent, i love you so much'

ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ ꜱᴜɴᴀ

he reassures you about your growth and character. you may think - i'm a shy and small, perfect combo. but suna thinks conversely, your high and timid nature - that's why he fell in love with you.

the way you bury your nose while giving him a greeting hug - so innocent, that suna can't get enough of it but drowning in your warm arms as it's the only thing in the world.

when you need to tiptoe to kiss him - dozens of butterflies in his belly fluttering.

his hugs were made just for you whenever you feel insecure abt your nature. we all different - being shy and indecisive it's totally normal.

you still kinda shy while suna covers your face with quick but loveable kisses. he'd ask you if he can continue to dot your cheeks with smooches, if not he'll boost your complex [insecurite] with phrases, if yes you'll get the best kisses from your boyfriend ever.

ᴀʀᴀɴ ᴏᴊɪʀᴏ

those evenings with you and aran on the couch talking about how gorgeous you're, raising your self-esteem, dotting your collarbone with kisses.

i guess aran will find the right words to tell you how beautiful you are in his eyes.

not that he adores seeing you blushed, but those innocent eyes are running all over the room, avoiding his gaze - it's delicately.

simping over your height bc he supposes that's your thing - a fragile girl he can protect. not that he's arrogant abt that fact, just he kinda thrives off.

sometimes he likes to speed up his step when he heard you complain: slower, please! of course, he'd to say: 'i'll carry you, baby, because you're sooo slow'

//~~//

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #aran ojiro x reader #aran ojiro headcanons #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya headcanons #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya headcanons #suna rintarou headcanons #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #kita shinsuke headcanons #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke fluff

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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Tiptoe around this (Poe Dameron x reader)

Summary: Poe x short!reader. He CANNOT deal with your smolness.

Rating: TEEN

Author’s note: I’m doing soft blurbs this week bc you all deserve a hug from one of our fave fictional husbands. Let’s all destress and be comforted one blurb at a time, okay? (I’m doing these quickly so I can complete as many as I can for you, so they’ll be a bit scrappy, please forgive!) This one deleted itself and then I ahd to recreate it from nothing. The first version was better and probably had fewer typos but here we are. Ran out of time to check before dinner!

Warnings: short!reader; kissing (mildly steamy, no smut or implied smut).

GIF: @thestarwarsdaily LOOK HOW PRETTY

Poe’s dying. He swears he’s dying.

He’s doing his best to obscure this fact from Rey and Finn, however, so continues engaging in casual chat all the while as he hurtles towards his demise.

Poe’s dying, and, cause of death? Your cuteness.

Poe watches you surreptitiously from across the hangar. Watches as you realise someone has stolen your step ladders again, despite the fact you etched your kriffing name onto them in Aurebesh last time this happened. And so, to reach the tools you need -valiantly struggling on with your tasks anyway- you clamber up the face of the shelves and stretch to your full length as you attempt to grab down the box.

It appears you can’t quite reach them, even having climbed into a pretty precarious position.

The trouble is, you’re just too kriffing smol.

And it kills Poe. Every single time.

Of course, your height is only one of the reasons he likes you. He’s never even had a preference for his partner’s height before, to be honest. There’s just something about you. Something about how short you are which brings out his protective instincts. Makes him want to hold you and take care of you and spoil you. And Poe is already the type of guy to spoil his partner, so you can imagine how he feels about you.

Oh, and it certainly helps that you’re so kriffing gorgeous too. And funny. And nice. And did he mention SMOL?

Poe would never be patronising towards you because of your size, of course. He knows you’ve been underestimated plenty of times because of it - by both the enemy and allies- and without good reason! You might be cute to a lethal degree, but Poe is also well aware that you’re badass, capable, intelligent, and fierce. Small but mighty, you could say.

Still, when he sees you on your tippy toes trying to reach the box of parts, his heart melts and dribbles out of his feet. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like.

Death, by cuteness.

As you continue to persevere, Poe stops pretending to listen to Finn and Rey’s chatter altogether, a dopey smile settling on his face. He stands from the chair he’s straddling to zoom over to you, before some other handsome, height-endowed recruit can come to your assistance. He couldn’t have that, now, could he?

“Hey,” he says from behind you, a warm and gentle hand settling on your shoulder in greeting. “Can I help you?”

Poe hopes he can reach the damn shelf, because whilst he’s certainly taller than you are, he’s not exactly Chewy. Now, that would be embarrassing.

“Sure,” you say, even as you huff and puff, successfully grappling the box down to the floor without any further intervention. You recognise the Commander’s familiar, sandy voice before you even turn around, but when you do, you flash him a warm smile, and he could swear -if you killed him a moment ago- that smile has revived him back to life. “You can tell your damn recruits to stop stealing my ladders, Commander. I wouldn’t tolerate this behaviour from my squadron.”

You’re adorable, for sure, but there’s a fire in your eyes telling Poe you are not to be messed with. In fact, he’s sure that given half a chance you could raze the whole First Order to the ground, even if you did the whole thing on your tip toes.

Poe simply looks at you goofily, trying to remember how to speak, your eyes big as you gaze up at him from beneath your lashes. You’re basically a whole head shorter than him, if not more, and he can’t help but want to pull you into a hug, imagining how it would feel to enfold you against his chest and rest his chin on top of your head as his arms wound around you.

“Commander?” you ask again, clicking your fingers in front of his face. “I’m sick of doing everything on my tiptoes - I’m not a ballerina.”

Your gesture brings him back to the real world, and he notices the rolled-up sleeves of your flight suit as they hover in front of his face, his eyes dropping to the rolled-up cuffs of the legs resting on top of your boots. Standard-issue is too long for you and… yes, you’ve guessed it…

Kriffing adorable.

“Sure thing, Commander,” he finally says, still retaining that dopey, lovestruck expression on his face.

You nod to thank him, getting lost in his umber eyes somewhere along the way. He’s always entirely flustered when he speaks to you, and quite frankly, it’s so adorable that it makes your heart melt out of your feet. At least, that’s what it feels like.

You like Poe, and you think he likes you, but... both of you have been tiptoeing around this for far too long now.

“You know, there’s maybe one thing I like to do on my tiptoes,” you say with a knowing smirk as Poe looks helplessly between your eyes and lips, helplessly lost in yearning.

“What’s that?” he asks, and he can swear he intended the words to come out at a normal volume, despite the fact a mere whisper is all that emerges. Still, he’s happy as it causes you to lean in closer.

“Kissing,” you say with a gentle suggestion in your eyes, voice breathy and matching his hushed tones. You think it’s about time one of you makes a move, and it may as well be you.

Poe visibly gulps, and shuffles his feet a little closer to you.

Is this really happening?

He’s not sure how many times he can die and be reborn in one day, if he’s honest. The implication of your words and in your eyes encourages him though. Besides, he’s waited long enough for this moment, and now is as good a time as any, right?

“Kissing, huh? Well, honey, do you think you’d need to be on your tiptoes to kiss me?”

Your tongue darts out over your bottom lip, and an eagerness swells in your whole being, your body tingling with nerves and heat. Your mouths inch towards one another as if magnetised, your chin tipping up and his head stooping lower to greet you, as months of tension is compressed into the diminutive space between you.

“Guess we should find out,” you suggest with a sultry smirk, pausing a small distance from his lips, sharing the same air in the tight space between you.

Poe wraps his arms around your back, his hands feeling large and broad against you. You feel delicate encased in his strong arms, and you grab firmly at the holsters around his wide hips, tugging him close and bringing his body flush to yours. Poe feels warm and big and sturdy pressed against you. You’ve always been independent and capable, and yet there is something about Poe Dameron which makes you want to swoon for him, if only he would pledge to protect and care for you in all the ways your diminutive form might suggest you need him to.

Poe’s face inches closer and closer to yours, his lips pausing a hair’s breadth away from yours as your eyes fan shut, leaving you wanting. You swear your lips are tingling from the near-contact alone, crying out to brush with his.

“Oh oh,” he teases. “Can’t reach.”

You smile as you stand up on your tiptoes, closing the distance in an instant and crushing your lips to his, finding them soft, a hint of stubble grazing your cheek and he tips his head to the side. Upon contact, his tongue melds immediately with yours, deftly probing the cave of your mouth and melting you from within. Your hands slide up and up, coming to rest with your fingers laced around his neck, slipping into his hair.

As the kiss sparks and grows, Poe’s arms wrap firmly around your waist, and he bundles you up towards him, easily taking most of the weight of you, until your toes are entirely lifted off the floor as the kiss reaches its peak. You feel like you’re floating, in every sense.

Breathless and floored by that kiss, Poe sets you gently down, idiotic grins spreading across both of your faces as you stand there for a moment, still holding each other close. Poe looks down at you with adoration shining in his eyes, backlit with a gentle heat.

Feet back on the ground, more or less, you look self-consciously around as you both become suddenly aware of the hubbub created by the fact you both did that in the middle of the hangar.

Oops.

When your eyes look up at Poe again, he still has the softest, lovestruck smile on his pretty face.

“See you later?” he asks hopefully.

“Yeah. I hope so,” you respond, returning his smile, and you stand on your toes to plant a quick chaste kiss to his cheek, cupping his face in your hand. You could swear his skin darkens in embarrassment, and he turns from you with the most bashful and adorable expression you’ve seen on his face yet.

You’re dying, you think. You must be dying. Death by cuteness.

You ignore the commotion you’ve caused, for the most part, and you watch Finn accost Poe for gossip as he tracks across the hangar. You see Rey beelining for you too, the dumbest grin on her face, and you turn back to your work as you notice her approach, taking a much-needed moment to catch your breath.

You kissed him. Poe Dameron. Your long-time crush.

It was true, that the two of you have both spent far too long tiptoeing around this, but it seems that Poe has finally swept you off your feet. It’s safe to say that you’ve never been so glad in your life to be too short to reach a shelf. Funny then, that his kiss has you feeling ten feet tall.

What’s more, this the last day that anyone steals your stepladders. Poe sees to that. Ain’t no-one gonna mess with his precious, smol bean. At least, not if he has anything to do with it.

#poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron blurb #poe dameron imagine #short!reader #petite!reader #star wars x reader #star wars #star wars fic #oscar isaac

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh OIKS ROUTE

a/n: this,,,, is probably the angstiest out of the routes and i seem to only write angst for oikawa and i think its a problem

this is for @what-a-creative-username bc oikawa is their favorite seijoh boy so this is for you 🥺

and actually buckle your seatbelts bc this is my longest work and its the biggest mess ever :’) also, this is kinda all over the place soooo

anon:

- May we have an x Oikawa ending to the Manager AU?

- okaayyyy so this is a request for the manager series. please pleASE PLEASEEEEE- make a oikawa ending! 🥺 cuz he’s my favorite and all those times with him in the story feel like more than just friends

OMG IM SORRY BUT MY INNER OIKAWA SIMP THAT I NEVER KNEW WAS EVEN THERE STARTED TO PEAK THROUGH

so basically yea

as seen in a lot of the parts,

oikawa is very,,,, loving towards you

like his entire demeanor was just so different and so,,, authentic,,,, than the ones he shows to other females

maybe it was because you didnt want him in the beginning?

the moment he saw you, he did his first antics and he expected you to turn red and fluster and cutely shy away from him

yanno the works

yet you gave him a stony stare and denied him

ofc he was hurt and a little offended bc were you rejecting him?

hes never been rejected before and he prides himself for that but you just did and continued to do that

so he made it his mission to make you at least feel something for him

like the period part or his random proclamations of his love for you

he did it all

it didnt matter if it would bite him in the ass later because he was impulsive and he wanted you to show yourself being affected with his charms

because he was the FREAKING OIKAWA TOORU

ong this is like his validation that he is still a ladies man and has a charm that couldnt be resisted by anyone

he constantly told you that he loved you to see a reaction from you and he always was touching you whether it was just the shoulder or your hand

oikawa wanted to see you as his own personal cheerleader and you reacting to his affections would really bring him over the moon

this brings us here in the gym today

‘y/n-chan, do you want to go-’

‘oikawa-san, i dont trust you wanting to go on an innocent outing without any hidden intentions’

the team snickered and he pouted, eyes watering and curling at your side

‘y/n-chan, please? oikawa-san really wants to spend time with you~’

he begged and you finally looked up from the notebook and stared at him

god hes been much more annoying lately but you knew it was his way of letting out his anxiousness and nervousness for the incoming interhigh

so you decided to indulge him just this once and made a deal with him

‘the moment you try anything, even remotely romantic or flirty, i will leave’

you bargained but he gasped

‘what?! then what’s the point of-’

‘so you DO have hidden intentions, oikawa-san?’

you raised your eyebrow causing oikawa to quickly shake his head and detach from you

‘fine. none of that stuff, just hanging out, okay?’

he was still fussy but he accepted it

oikawa had a plan to take you to a cafe that just opened up and take you shopping and basically spoil you because girls like that, right?

they fall for boys who give them everything, right?

nope

so i read a study that surprisingly most girls arent into shopping apparently and they prefer to buy something themselves because apparently they feel indebt and dependent on men if they let them spoil them like that

idk about you but i would let oikawa spoil me tho

his plans were completely crushed when you argued with him for nearly 15 minutes to take half of your tab with the food

‘y/n-chan! i invited you out so i should pay! and boys have to pay!’

he complained, holding the other end of the tab envelope thingy but you pulled it back towards you

‘oikawa-san. you should never listen to societal normalities and instead listen and respect my wishes of paying for my half rather than going by the rules of males paying for females’

im sensing a bit of a bokuto and akaashi typa relationship between you two

oikawa shook his head and slightly stood up to lean over the table, his face approaching yours and you were slightly surprised by the sudden closeness causing you to lean back and be focused on getting away so your grip on the tab loosened

he grinned as he snatched it away from your grasp and quickly placed his card into the slot before running up to the cashier

your mouth was slacked and surprise was still written on your face even when he returned and oikawa held up a peace sign to try and lighten up

but your shock morphed into being upset

‘oikawa-san, listen here. you had-’

but he waved you off with a smile

‘no, you listen here, y/n-chan. oikawa-san loves you therefore he will give you everything in the world and all you have to do is sit there and point at whatever you want because my love will bring it to you~!’

you rolled your eyes

‘please stop being like that, oikawa-san. im not your girlfriend so dont act like my boyfriend’

he lightly scoffed, disguising it with a cough

‘y/n-chan, i dont think you understand. oikawa-san is telling you to be his good little girl and sit down. i dont understand why youre being so stubborn’

he growled softly

wHAT iS hE sAYinG

you shook your head in disbelief and stood up collecting your things making the brunette to also stand up in curiosity

‘y/n-chan? youre leaving already? i wanted to go see other places with you! i wanted to take you shopping!’

you halted and looked up at him through your long eyelashes

‘oikawa-san, i’d rather you save your money and rest your injuries instead’

you reasoned but he raised his hands in front of him to signify his wish for you to stop

‘but i want to be with you, y/n-chan’

he whispered and you blinked

‘i dont want you to spend a single dime for me after this. just you and me, oikawa-san, no money, just us’

he nodded eagerly

‘we can go anywhere you want! just,,, stay with me’

then he found himself in a bookstore with you

it was a quaint hole in the wall bookstore that you both found as you walked down the street and you excitedly dragged him inside, hand still laced together

the rows of shelves that contained different worlds in the pages were your serotonin

he watched you excitedly run to the fiction section and browsed through the different spines for anything special to check out

‘y/n-chan, i’ll go use the bathroom really quickly’

you nodded and oikawa kissed your temple before he left towards the restroom

your eyes flitted across the different titles and you snatched a book of poetry

oikawa hurriedly walked over back to you but he didnt find you at the place you were before

so he continued sifting through the mini hallways of shelves and then he stopped

it was so,,, domestic

seeing your bright eyes looking down at the book on your hands and the way your mouth slightly moved with the words

it was such a simple sight yet why did you look so beautiful?

the shimmering eyes that flittered when you came across a sentence you liked

the soft lips that kinda jutted out making his desire to feel it increase that he would give anything to feel on his own

you were so focused that you didnt notice him moving behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, only noticing his head resting on your shoulder

‘’come, my darling, it is never too late to begin our love again’’

he mumbled to your ear and you released one hand from the book to grasp his arms that were around your middle

‘you read poetry?’

you whispered and oikawa chuckled

‘of course. a man as romantic as I am ought to be a poet’

he reasoned and you laughed

‘yet you fail to sway me, oikawa-san’

‘no, there is a difference. you dont want my love but i know you want to be loved by me, i can assure you!’

you swiftly placed the book back on its former place and you turned around to swing your arms around his neck

‘hmm,,,, love was never something for me. especially with you boys around’

oikawa looked down to see your shorter height and he caressed your hip

‘i love you, y/n, so let me love you the way you deserve to be’

he whispered not understanding the weight of his words and you looked down to hide the growing blush on your face before burying your face into his sweater-clad chest

‘so not fair oikawa-san’

you mumbled against the fabric but he heard it and he bursted into giggles

‘ehh~~ youre not being the fair one, y/n-chan! youre make it so hard to not fall for you when youre so beautiful~!’

he whines and you rested your chin on him so you could look up at him and your pout made him squeeze you tighter

‘hah?! that doesnt make sense! im nothing but a mess of-!’

you started but was cut off when he kissed your nose and whispered:

‘but what a beautiful mess you are’

okay so i know this is the saddest one out of the routes but ive just been serving fluff so the angst is coming soon!!!!!!

once you both were finished in the bookstore, you suggested going to this hill that allowed you to see the stars clearer

‘hmm, oikawa-san, there’s this place that natsu used to take me to whenever he wanted to see the stars so i think you’d like it’

you mentioned while walking on the sidewalk

oikawa’s hand was clutching yours and you were swinging it back and forth while lightly skipping and kicking the rocks

he watched you, amused, at how child-like you were acting right now but he was also touched, knowing your knowledge of his love for space

‘sure!’

the night sky allowed the stars to light up and you both shared giggles and laughs as the two of you stumbled over your feet with no light except from above

however once you made it to the top of the hill, oikawa pulled you close to him as you huddled on a seated position

‘how’d you know i would like this, y/n-chan?’

he asked and you gave him an obvious look

‘hah? its so obvious! you keep drawing the cancer constellation on your skin and you had an astrology book in your bag that you were also reading in the bus’

your answer brought warmth inside him and he never thought you were so perceptive of him

you noticed every little thing he does and hes,,,, never had someone do that before

except for iwa and his family and team, no one knows of his little ticks and the way he becomes obsessive of a topic once he gets interested in it

you noticed it all

‘that right there, its the big dipper!’

you pointed and he followed the direction of your finger before nodding

‘yep! waaahhh its much prettier seeing it higher up than my roof!’

he exclaimed and your gaze left the constellation towards the boy beside you

‘really,, pretty’

you absentmindedly muttered yet he was sharp and heard you

‘but its different to look at something much more beautiful’

this caused you to quickly go back to looking at the stars so you missed his love-filled eyes

‘i want to name my children by constellations. so that they can keep the oikawa legacy going forever like constellations being at the sky for all eternity. or naming it after the sky! then i can make sure theyre never going away’

he said and you nodded

you kept pointing out different shapes and laughing at his funky claims of what some stars connected to and created

‘oikawa-san, lets go to the star festival later’

you offered and he in turn looked away from you, turning red at the way the small lights illuminated your face and somehow making it more,,,, angelic

so he covered it up with his own teasing

‘oh? the meeting of the two lovers?’

you dont know why but your cheeks burned at the mention of the ‘L’ word and oikawa noticed, quickly poking fun of your cheeks

‘oh, y/n-chan, dont be so shy!’

you pouted and turned away

‘never mind’

oikawa’s laugh rang throughout the space and he pulled you closer, practically sitting on his lap, while pointing out the stars and him pressing kisses to your cheeks

the intertwining of your fingers combined with the kisses made you feel as if you were floating with how free you felt

and you loved every moment of it

after that outing with your captain, you were conflicted

it wasnt the first time he’s openly said he loved you and his shower of affections have been there since the very beginning

yet how come you were just now feeling,,,,, different??

you were sure you felt an odd feeling inside you when he said your name with no usual suffix and it wasnt just the food that didnt agree with you

whenever his lips came in contact with your skin, it left blazing trails of red that spread out as far as it could

the heartbeat that quickened once he kissed your forehead at your doorstep and the grin you last saw when you closed the door

or the unknown smile that you didnt know you had on until natsu, who was visiting, pointed it out

‘darling, why are you just standing there? and why are you smiling like that? its weird, stop it’

you didnt even have the attitude to scold him and you giggled before twirling and holding his hand

‘oh, natsu~ i want to dance! and sing!’

you shouted, taking him with you and dancing around the living room

tbh natsu was very worried but he remembered you mentioning that you were meeting some guy today and it might be the reason as to why you were acting like this

he was happy

you deserved to be loved as you are and you were finally getting that love

but,,,,,,,,,

it didnt last long

albeit having a lot of fun, oikawa seemed,,,, off to you

it was,,, awkward

maybe it was because you were now aware of some type of growing attraction inside of you or every little thing he does to you could send you into shapeshifting and channeling your inner tomato

forget potato, youre now a tomato

but even his touches and affections were now limited

restricted

like the the next time you both saw each other, you shyly but happily bounded up to him and greeted him good morning

but his eyes widened, taking a step back before laughing awkwardly

‘ah ha ha, hey y/n-chan’

oikawa greeted then side-stepped to enter the gym

god you felt like you were slapped in the face

you remained frozen, staring at the spot he previously occupied and your mind was running quickly

was it because your senses were now heightened that everything made you extra sensitive?

usually, oikawa would squeal at the fact you were even greeting him this morning but he literally just walked away from you

no, you were just,,,,

overreacting

right?

yea, just,,,

overreacting

iwa noticed your downcast expression and he had a feeling it had something to do with oikawa’s off expression

you hurriedly placed your bag down and took out your notebook to start taking notes for their practice

big boy ace went up to you and placed a hand on your arm which caused you to flinch

he immediately backed off, letting go and stepping back

‘wh-hey? y/n? you okay? did something happen?’

he worriedly asked but you shook your head, not even bothering to meet his eyes

‘uh-yea. mhm, perfectly fine’

you lied and he wanted to press further but mattsun and makki called you over to check out their blocks so you ran to them

but he had a feeling you were just taking every opportunity to not answer his questions

while you were pre-occupied with the meme team, iwa marched up to oiks and tugged him around to fully talk to him

oikawa watched your interaction and he knew iwa would immediately start questioning him too

‘oi, what the hell did you do’

there was an underlying tone in his best friend’s voice that he didnt particularly like

oikawa did what he does best and plastered a smile on his face

‘hm? what do you mean, iwa-chan?’

‘what the hell do you mean what do i mean? you speak japanese dont you? so tell me what the hell happened during your date because it seems like shit happened and now youre both acting weird’

oikawa flinched at the blunt words but it was the truth

he was acting weird and this caused you to probably act weird too

god hes so dumb

but he,,, was going through stuff right now

it was a situation that he didnt want to involve you in

and,,, seeing you dancing with natsu with the biggest smile on your face through the window of your house

okay guys dont think this is weird or stalker-ish bc i actually saw this in a kdrama ages ago and i thought it was just so sweet and cute and dont take it the weird and stalker creepy way :(

it certainly brought him pain

this was what he wanted though, right?

he wanted to see a reaction from you with his antics and he wanted to see you flustered and giggling like one of his lovestruck girls

but dear god that was when he became aware of your growing feelings

oikawa even saw it before you did with the way you gave him those longing stares and small smiles and the small squeezes of his hand when he would laugh

initially, he wouldve teased you for it but then he kept quiet

this entire time he knew you, he felt,,, love,,, for you

and by god, he was so scared

he wanted to run away

because he was well aware of his personality and him as a person

he could make you smile the biggest and the happiest but he was also the type to make you feel the most pain and cause the deepest wounds on your already fragile heart

he didnt want that responsibility and burden

it was too risky

oikawa knew he was a ticking time bomb and he was afraid if you got even just a centimeter closer

you would be the one hit with the blast the most

maybe it was that sight that made him want to distance himself

it was a sight that made him realize that you deserved someone much better and that someone couldn’t be him

the happiness that danced in your eyes and the smile that decorate your beautiful face

can you imagine the irony?

the moment you notice of your growing feelings, the moment he decides to withdraw and pull away

.......

practice was,,, suffocating?

the team knew of the tension these past few days and you both def were not the same

oikawa has not said he loved you or even pestered you once and as much as the guys hated seeing it, they were getting worried

did you both fight?

what happened?

when oikawa was talking with the coach and you were grabbing something from the storage room, they immediately took this chance to pounce on iwaizumi since he was the closest to the both of you

‘oi, iwaizumi, the hell happened?’

makki asked and the others nodded, wondering the same thing

but they were surprised when he shrugged

‘dont know. stupidkawa refuses to talk and i dont want to bother y/n bc she seems,,, weird about it’

if iwaizumi didnt know, then something serious did happen

you and oikawa continued this weird eggshell walking and you even gave up after trying to ask so many times on what was wrong and only to be answered with,

‘nothing~! y/n-chan should never have to worry her pretty little head about old me~!’

that answer didnt bother you

it was his smile

the genuine smile that you were so happy to receive as it was only for you

now seems gone and replaced with his fake one as if you now became one of his fangirls

what took the cake was his appearance to practice with a girl in his arm

they were both laughing and seemed trapped in their own little bubble to even notice the team’s wide eyes and concerned looks to you

you didnt even notice your teary eyes until mattsun quite literally picked you up and shouted he wanted to help you fill up the water bottles

he placed you outside, sitting on a bench by the gym

you were biting your lip and staring at the ground while he was leaning back and looking at the sky

‘the sky is very pretty today’

he complimented but it wasnt heard by you

you only came back to reality when he nudged you gently and you shot him a crooked smile but he sighed at the look of hurt written all over your face

‘oh, y/n, i am getting increasingly worried for our generation. theres so many sad eyes on happy faces’

he tutted and returned to gazing back up to the clouds

you scrunched your nose and scoffed

‘i dont understand you, mattsun-san’

you mumbled and fiddled with your fingers

mattsukawa issei shook his head and pointed above

‘y/n-chan, our eyes enables us to identify beauty and we have the urge to immediately capture it to remember that we did find something beautiful. yet, we feel hopeless as we cant to put the beauty on paper because we are only given one crayon to draw the sunset’

it felt all muddled

there was no sense in his words and you were sniffed, trying to understand

‘mattsun-san, did you eat any more of those candy makki-san bought from that one guy?’

he bursted into laughter and you couldnt help but quirk your lip at the sound of his joy

‘who knows? taka is my boy and i trust him so if he gave it to me, then,,,, it cant be that bad, right?’

you blanched

‘mattsun-san! im not about to go pick you up from the er again just because makki-san dared you to do something!’

mattsun finally wandered his eyes over to you and he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear

‘thats the thing with you, y/n-chan. youre quick to love others but you lose pieces of yourself in the process. i have no right to tell you who deserves it but please ask yourself, is that sacrifice worth it?’

you knew he wasnt talking about your love for the team

but for the love for a certain setter that didnt go unnoticed by the middle blocker

leave it to mattsun to make you laugh and you were letting out your last giggles as you stepped into the gym

oikawa stopped talking and focused on the two of you,

more specifically,

you

he watched as you laughed and swatted mattsun’s elbow as he jokingly made fun of your height by resting his arm on top of your head

yes this was what it was supposed to be

you deserved someone who could make you smile and only smile

he doesnt even hesitate but even imagine the tears that would fill those beautiful eyes and he knows it would all be his fault

he will stop that from happening way before it would occur

he will do anything to make sure you will never cry because of him so he will distance himself and now, he gives up

it could just be his stress and insecurities talking but he knows right now,

he wants you away from him

oikawa tooru, the boy who could get anyone he wants, couldn’t get the girl he wishes for the most

dear god was it laughable

after practice was finished,

you quietly and quickly packed up the nets and picked up the balls to get yourself out of there

these past few days made you feel so much confusion that it hurts

if there was anything worse than him not talking to you,

it was not knowing why

that curiosity and desperate need for answers creates wild and self-destructive theories

did you chew too loudly when you ate?

were you boring and not as fun as the others?

was he angry and humiliated of his pride as a man when you scolded him for paying for you?

has he gotten tired of you now that he knows who you really are?

that last question suddenly created a new set of tears to appear

throughout the day, you were so composed and distracted yourself with the lectures of your teachers and not anything of why this certain brunette was avoiding you

but a single insecure question made that wall crumble and you hurriedly shoved the trolley of balls into the storage room and grabbed your bag before rushing out of there

you sniffled and hurriedly walked home so you could go and cry on your bed in peace

but ofc

hiroshi natsu exists so ofc he distracted you when you entered the house with a red puffy face

quietly, he led you to the couch and he wordlessly grabbed a tissue box from the coffee table to dab away the tears

you sniffled and clenched your fists to will yourself to stop these dumb salty water drops

‘i cant tell you its going to be okay because i dont want you to cling on to false hope. but i know it hurts. its worse that of all people, oikawa tooru had to be your first ever crush’

he chuckled

you took a shaky breath and wiped your face

‘this was why i shouldnt have liked him. god! all we did was eat dinner and look at the stupid fcking sky! thats it! so why-! why do i suddenly like him?! AM I THAT DESPERATE?!’

you wailed and blew your nose while natsu patted your back

‘i mean,,, to others it sounds like youre easy to sway’

you looked up from the tissue to glare at him but he continued

‘but to me,,,, it sounds like it was just the last push you needed to finally see oikawa tooru in that way’

you nodded, laughing weakly

‘i dont know why im acting like a lunatic like this. hes just a crush anyway so it’ll probably fade in a day or two so bear with me until then, kay?’

but his grim shake of his head gave you no hope

‘rather than fade, it will grow. and i might have to bear with this for the rest of our lives. now you be a bad bitch and sit there and look fine as hell while i go order 10 boxes of pizza and load up teen moms’

the impromptu movie night distracted you a little bit from it all but you still couldn’t help but think about it

GOD WHY WAS NATSU SO DRAMATIC?!

BECAUSE OF THAT IDIOT YOU ARE NOW SITTING IN CLASS, BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES, AND BREAKING YOUR PENCILS IN HALF

all you have to do is make sure you think of oikawa doing something disgusting to make that attraction fade away

oikawa licking his toes

oikawa licking his-

‘y/n?’

you snapped out of your daydream when kunimi reached out to you

kindaichi, who came over for lunch, and him were staring at you in concern and they shared a look

‘y/n, something must’ve happened that day with captain’

kunimi started but kindaichi snapped

‘see?! this is why we shouldve never let you go! the first time you go with him and now youre a mess! tell us! did he force himself on you?! did he-?!’

you stopped the onion top boy with a forced smile and a squeeze on the arm

‘o-oikawa-san would never do that, kindaichi. hes better than that’

‘but clearly not because look at you!’

he shouted and you flinched

kunimi hurriedly knocked him to the floor

‘get ahold of yourself, kindaichi’

he mumbled and you stood up and walked to the bathroom at the west wing that nobody uses so you could freely cry without any suspicion

was it obvious?

was it clear that you have been a mess after a week of being ignored by oikawa?

nah, youre just being a dramatic little shit

youre sticking to your word of quickly forgetting about the whole ordeal

but you definitely cant if your nightmare was happening before your eyes

as you approached the bathroom from the end of the hallway,

you saw an unknown girl but an all too familiar boy giggling and rushing to get inside the bathroom

and for good measure, oikawa looked around to make sure no one was there but then he saw you

despite the distance between you, he could see your glistening eyes from the sunlight that seeped in from the big windows

he saw the way your hand trembled and your eyes twitched when haruna poked her head out to see why he was still outside

‘oikawa-senpai~~’

she drawled out and reached a manicured nail to his wrist

your eyes followed her touch and then you and the boy shared eye contact

through the watery eyes, he could clearly make out your silent plead

please dont go to her

please

stay with me

dont go

but he went in anyways

------

that was the moment you forced yourself to not think about him anymore

as if you werent even working your hardest lately, you will work your hardest now

everything between you and him was now strictly professional as practice that day signified the very first day of your moving on stage

you couldnt believe these past 2 weeks has been a real nightmare yet you were slowly waking up from it

there was nothing you could do about it bc oikawa obviously didnt mean anything he said to you and maybe thats what ticked you off the most

you were easily led on

he blindly tugged you along the moment you saw his smile

he definitely thought of you as just as a game and when he finally got tired and bored, he dropped you and went to another

kunimi and kindaichi noticed the coldness of your eyes and the stoic expression on your face and they were genuinely terrified of you so they didnt want to ask any questions

even with packing up, you aggeressively shoved everything in your bag and the blep boy finally gained the courage and nervously tapped his finger on your desk to gain your attention

you swiftly dropped in your pencil case and looked at him

‘what’

he flinched at the cold tone and his eyes showed concern

‘uh-i-are you okay?’

he slowly asked and you visibly clenched your jaw but you nodded anyways

‘never better’

you didnt bother waiting for him to finish packing up and even passed kindaichi by the door as you were walking towards the girl’s locker room to change into your manager outfit

your entrance to the gym made the noise die down and you noticed the third years with glares on and aggressively practicing

‘whats wrong with all of you’

you asked and iwa scoffed before shaking his head and opening his arm

‘cmere. i missed you’

he said and ngl you were a little confused bc this wasnt something iwa usually did but you still stuck to his side

‘why-’

‘he told me what happened’

iwa whispered and you stiffened in his arms

‘w-what?’

iwaizumi flung the boy to his own bedroom wall

he huffed, panting at both the weight of oikawa tooru and the intense anger that burned through his veins

‘you-you are a piece of shit!’

he shouted and he moved to grab oikawa’s collar and lifted him so the brunette could see the fire and disgust present in his olive eyes

‘you think i didnt see what the hell you did? fcking leaving y/n sobbing as you-you-! AGH!’

iwaizumi couldnt even finish his sentence as he was so angry that he harshly sent oikawa flying back down to his floor

oikawa was crying

not from the beating

but from his regrets

god he knew he messed up

he shouldnt have done it

but he did

iwa ran his hands through his hair and angrily sat on his best friend’s bed, eyes shooting daggers at oikawa

‘right now. tell me the truth right fcking now or so help me god’

he hissed

oikawa tooru shuffled closer to the wall and brought his knees up to his chest

‘im so scared’

he sobbed

‘im so scared, iwa-chan’

his tears were pouring down and he brought a hand to muffle his cries

‘i-i just w-wanted to-to see something out of her. li-like a reaction! because she wasnt like th-the others! but instead i fell in love! me! and she did too!’

he pointed and quickly stood up, pacing and gripping his hair

‘it was all just for fun! she-she knows im like that! yet she still fell in love with me!’

‘how could you tell she-’

‘BECAUSE OF HER EYES!’

even iwa flinched

‘HER EYES SHOWED ME LOVE! HAPPINESS! AN-AND YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID?! WHEN SHE GOT HOME?! THROUGH HER WINDOW, I SAW HER DANCING! SO HAPPY SHE WAS DRAGGING THAT BASTARD COUSIN OF HERS AROUND! I DID THAT! I CAUSED THAT!’

there was so much confusion in this poor spiky haired boy bc he knew oikawa was in love with their manager so why is he avoiding her now even though she reciprocates those feelings?

‘im missing something here, oikawa. youre telling me, she loves you, but youre here regretting that?’

his tone of disbelief made oikawa shut his eyes in frustration

‘DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?! YOU CALL ME A PIECE OF SHIT EVERYDAY AND I KNOW THAT! I FCKING KNOW THAT IM A PIECE OF SHIT AND A FCKING BASTARD!’

he shrieked

thankfully, his family wasnt home currently to see him breakdown

‘SO WHY THE HELL DO I DESERVE A LITERAL ANGEL?! A GODDESS?! A BEAUTIFUL PERSON FOR ME?! A FCKED UP NARCISSIST EGOTISTICAL IDIOT?! AN IDIOT WHO’S TOO PRIDEFUL TO GET THE HELP HE NEEDS?! I COULD HURT HER! I COULD DESTROY HER IN A SINGLE SNAP! THE SCARIEST FACT IS I COULD DO IT WITHOUT THINKING! I COULD SAY THE WORST THINGS TO HER AND IM SO SCARED THAT I WILL HURT HER! I DONT DESERVE HER, IWA! SHE DESERVES SOME-SOMEONE LIKE YOU! AND IT HURTS TO THINK THAT BUT I DONT CARE! A-AND WHAT IF WE GET TOGETHER?! HM?! HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT WOULD TAKE HER TILL SHE FINDS SOMEONE BETTER?! HOW MUCH CAN SHE TAKE OF GOING THROUGH EPISODES OF SOME DEPRESSED, INSECURE, PRIDEFUL ASHOLE LIKE ME?! HOW LONG DO YOU THINK SHE WOULD REALIZE HER SELF-WORTH AND KNOW HOW MUCH OF A SHITTY PERSON I AM?! I CANT-!’

iwaizumi pushed himself up from the bed and rushed to grab his best friend before forcing the brown haired boy to his chest

oikawa tooru was having a panic attack

he heaved and wheezed and loudly let out his cries and iwa made them sit on the floor where he could comfortably cry

‘youre such an idiot, tooru. but she knows that, doesn’t she? she knows who you are, what you are, how you are, your flaws, everything- she knows all that. yet she still fell for you, doesnt that tell you something? for once in your life, consider other people’s feelings before yours. y/n is one hell of a girl and i wont allow you to let her slip past you just like that. i know- we all know- how much of a broken person you are, oikawa, and it hurts us all to know that no matter what we do, we can never fix you. but y/n-gosh, y/n is the only person to even have a chance to do that. and you admitted that youre depressed and you have a problem? well,, get some help for that, oikawa. the first step to be better is by accepting the only person who can accept you for you’

iwaizumi didnt reveal to the other third years of what happened but just said that oikawa did a really terrible thing to you and hes currently repenting for it

however mattsun and makki pretended they didnt hear oikawa regretting it and focused on the fact that the captain even had the NERVE to hurt you

iwa squeezed you tightly and you returned the hug

but he whispered something in your ear

‘everyone makes mistakes, y/n. the only thing we can do is to repent for them’

you pulled away, about to ask him what hes talking about but one look from his eyes made you realize what he was talking about

he mustve known what happened but hes defending him

you clenched your jaw and looked away

‘i destroyed myself for a stupid reason and its one of my regrets. im not going to make the same mistake twice’

you quietly hissed and moved to your station by the bench to begin taking your notes

you noticed that oikawa was late for practice today and although you kinda hate him, you are still a manager first and he was one of your responsibilities

you were about to go to the coach and tell him you’d look for the setter when the gym door slid and in came the devil himself

but there was a large bruise on his cheek and a cut on his lip

your feet moved quicker than the rest of you that you were in front of him in a second

‘what happened to you’

you worriedly asked and oikawa just stared at you

his eyes shook and watered at the sight of you

this was the first time you talked to him without any coldness in your tone and he missed it

he missed hearing you

his silence made you roll your eyes and you roughly grabbed his arm before throwing him on the bench you were sitting on

the team watched, on edge of whats happening, but was put back to practice when you gave them a side-eye

your fingers opened the ointment and your kit to treat the bleeding lip and the swollen side of his face

‘youre the captain. its not wise to fight before practice and be late. youre hindering everyone else’

you coldly scolded and oikawa shrank back

‘it was iwa-chan’

he mumbled and you stopped and quirked an eyebrow

‘what? why did he-’

then you froze

iwa knew

and he beat oikawa up for it

he fought his best friend for it

and iwa didnt look fazed at all

despite being a muscle freak, iwa was very soft and his iron defiency made him prone to bruising

yet why was he so clean

it was like iwa hit oikawa but in turn, the other didnt fight back

you must stop

youre overthinking again and youre over analyzing it and youll end up at the place you were before

however

oikawa noticed the dawn of realization on your face and he shakily reached out to touch your hand

‘i,,, didnt. because i deserved it. i-’

he sniffed and you knew he would start crying right now

the last thing he wanted would be to cry in front of the others so you immediately stood up and went to the coach

‘coach, oikawa-san needs treatment that i dont currently have with me. i would need to take him to the infirmary’

he nodded and waved you off so you had the clear

oikawa flinched when you harshly grabbed his arm and pulled him up so he could follow you out the door

it was such an awkward silence between you both but you bit your lip, focusing on the fact that you were just doing this bc he was your obligation

it was like you threw him to one of the cots then you rummaged through the medicine cabinet for an extra cotton ball and a better ointment

‘i fcked up, y/n’

your movements halted and your eyes drifted down, looking at the tiled floor

‘i messed up so bad’

he hoarsely said and you could tell how much pain he was going through by the way he let out a shaky breath

‘oika-’

you made a move to turn around but he stopped you

‘no! dont look at me! just-just dont,,, i cant-i wont be able to say it if i look at you’

he cried and you nodded

oikawa leaned his forehead on his intertwined hands with his eyes on the floor before starting

‘i want to say im sorry. because everything, all of this, it all started as a game to me’

you closed your eyes tightly, tears welling up in your eyes

‘you,,, you didnt bat a single eyelash at me. you didnt try to please me, you didnt chase after me, no, you didnt see me like that. it made me,,, i dont know,,, confused,,, that girls like you even existed. it,,, not gonna lie, ticked me off and i was offended that you brushed me away so easily like i was some,, some bug on your shoulder. so,,, i wanted to see,,, and try,,, if i could make you,,, like me. and i know! i know its messed up but god y/n i swear i didnt want to hurt you. i just,,, i wanted to see if i could ever make you look at me like the way they did but it backfired. i wanted you to chase me but in the end, i ended up chasing after you. i chased and i ran without knowing that you were slowing down for me so i could catch you. that,,, that date made me realize of how,,, how perfect and beautiful you are a-and how unworthy i am to even receive anything from you. i saw how happy you were after that, dancing, twirling that poor idiot around. at first,, it made me so so proud. and so happy that i made you do that. i put those stars from the sky into your eyes and somehow you made them shine much brighter. then,,,, i got scared. i started thinking about,,, about me. and how i am. ive been trying so hard to please other people that ive lost sight of the real me and how terrible i am. and y-you! i just- y/n its so hard for me to explain all this right now- my current mental state, the pain on my face- i cant,,, but at that moment i realized that you,,, you were better off without me. youre so kind, so beautiful, so smart, you could go do so many good things in life. and im just going to hold you back. i didnt want to hurt you so i,,, chose to just cut the string now and,, we wont get hurt later. but,,, i regret it. i regret it so much, y/n. all my life,,, everyone cooed and awed at this child just because of how he looked like and,,, he got used to it. everyone wanted me because i am oikawa tooru but they didnt want the entire oikawa tooru. iwa,,, iwa hit it into my head that,,, you,, were the only one who bothered to even see that side of me’

when he finished, he looked up but gasped at the sight of you standing in front of him

fat tears were rolling down your face and you wore the angriest expression

‘i-,,,i hate you so much, oikawa tooru’

you seethed

your eyebrows were scrunched up together and your nostrils flared as you cried harder and you let out a cry

‘i hate you, i hate you, i hate you’

you chanted and oikawa saw his vision cracking

his world was now falling apart

he did the last thing he would ever do and you were now at your most pained moment

‘youre so selfish, impulsive, and terrible’

you whined and punched his shoulder at each word

‘but i love you so much. i hate you because you made me cry and made me feel so hurt but i still love you. why-why cant you stop playing your games, tooru? stop playing with me now! stop it! stop-!’

you didnt get to say anything else because he grabbed your waist and held you in his arms

it was like you didnt even weigh a thing by the way he lifted you to sit on his lap and he gently led your face to his neck

‘im so sorry’

he repeated constantly while brushing your hair and rubbing your waist

you and oikawa tooru spent an hour sitting on that bed just crying

after a while, you stopped and resulted to just hiccuping

‘youre selfish, tooru. you listened to yourself and did whatever you wanted rather than talking to me. i hate you but i,,, i love you, oikawa-san. i shouldnt say that but if i dont, im afraid you’ll go ahead and do something stupid again’

he chuckled but he squeezed you tighter

‘i dont,,, want to let you go, y/n-chan. let me be selfish a little longer and love you all to myself’

and by god did he become selfish

it took you a while to get over your defensive and guarded actions from him but you were slowly finding yourself forgiving him

YO IM SORRY BUT I WOULDVE DROPPED HIM LIKE PLEASE WHAT THE HECK Y/N REALLY REALLY LOVES THIS GUY

natsu absolutely despises him still and whenever oikawa even comes over, hes always glaring at him and oikawa would shift uncomfortably but accept it bc he deserved it

‘i didnt realize how badly i hurt you, y/n. i could never imagine you accepting me still. ill spend the rest of my life making it up to you’

he promised and you laughed

you were both lounging on your bedroom floor, mean girls playing in the background, while just staring at the ceiling

you brought your clasped hands up so you could look at it

then a goofy smile settled on your face and you turned to look at him

‘just continue loving me, oikawa-san. thats all i ask for’

then graduation came

of course the boys were all teary but oikawa seemed even more sad and he refused to look at you the whole day

you figured it could just be him being mopey over not seeing you everyday like he was able to before

then you both were walking home and he still hasnt looked at you

the silence was killing you but you just kept a tight grip on his hand and he would smile at you and kiss your hands

it still didnt wash away the odd feeling in your stomach but you would talk to him later after you gave him present

for the weekend, you were able to convince your parents to go on a beach trip at okinawa while you made natsu go over to tokyo and stay with katsuki

oikawa didnt know your family was out so he stood by your door, waiting for you to enter

you both stood there, staring at the floor, not knowing what to say

until you softly grabbed his hand

‘come in. i want,,, to talk’

you mumbled and oikawa’s eyes widened, silently panicking that you possibly found out

it was a secret not even iwaizumi knew so you couldnt have known

right?

you led him up to your room and pushed him down to sit on your bed

FLKDSJFLKDJ WHY AM I DOING THIS WHAT IS HAPPENING SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS

ALSO Y/N IS NOW 17 ON THIS YOU GUYS LIKE BLS SHES ONE OF THE OLDEST IN HER CLASS BC HER BIRTHDAY SITUATION SO SHES BEYOND THE AGE OF CONSENT IN JAPAN, RIGHT?

oikawa was confused and he watched you bite your lip and look off to the side

‘y/n-chan? why are you nervous? you said you wanted to talk?’

he asked

but you unzipped your skirt and let it drop on the floor

‘for graduating,,, and working hard for these years,,, im giving you this’

you finally met his eyes

then he knew

oikawa blanched and he quickly stood up and placed his hands on your shoulder

‘y-y/n! uh-i-are you sure? a-arent you-’

‘accept it, tooru. youre,,, my first love,,, so,,,, ill give you my other first’

KSDLFJSDKFJSDLK OKAY YALL LETS STOP THERE FOR NOW AND GO TO THE TIMESKIP OKAY?

OKAY

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oikawa was running in the airport

despite the shouts of civilians he accidentally pushed, he made no sign of stopping and if anything, ran faster till he reached outside

the rush of his sudden trip home was clear as he was only carrying a duffel bag full of clothing he hurriedly stuffed inside

when he met the orange ninja boy in brazil, he quickly caught up with his underclassman and got drinks to talk about japan the last 2 years of his career

they both got simple beers and some appetizer to share as they reminisced the past

hinata was excitedly talking about the reconciliation of kindaichi and kageyama and how they were still enemies on court but were now friends

‘eh~? tobio-chan making up with kin-chan? what’s next? flying sushi?’

he joked and hinata laughed

‘it was partly of your manager, oikawa-san! she helped them make up!’

the previous smile on oikawa’s face slipped at the mention of you

‘hmm,,,, she always made the impossible happen’

he mumbled and hinata nodded

‘l/n-chan became close to kageyama through kindaichi and kunimi and she would bring us food and stuff too! but only on times she wasn’t busy’

the ninja said and dipped his chip into the salsa while oikawa stared at the liquid

‘you guys must be special for her to go all the way to karasuno’

then hinata said something that caused the brunette’s ears to fall deaf to the loudness of the bar

‘it wasn’t a problem since coach ukai took care of her son’

oikawa didnt even give hinata another word when he rushed out of that bar after overcoming his shock and straight into his apartment

there were tears that blurred his vision as he shoved in shirts and pants and other necessities for a trip to japan

he argued with the front desk lady to give him a ticket to the earliest flight to japan despite her saying that it was hard to give him a seat when the plane was full

but luck seemed to pity this baby daddy as someone pulled their ticket out and he was able to take it for himself

it was the longest journey of his life and his hour long layover gave him an opportunity to call the only person he thought would even know where you were

iwaizumi

oikawa paced at the waiting lobby with his phone pressed to his ear as he listened to the ringing of his call

he bit his lip in anticipation and ran his fingers through his hair for the upteenth time until finally it was picked up

‘damn you, shittykawa, do you understand what time-’

‘iwaizumi, is y/n still in japan?’

of course his best friend was startled with the question as the setter hasnt asked him any question related to you in a few years

‘wha-how the hell am i supposed to know that? im in california, oikawa’

‘dont lie to me. she still talks to you since youre probably the godfather of my son’

he hissed and iwaizumi was now fully awake and his heartbeat was beating quite quickly

how did he figure out

‘oi, oikawa, listen to me she-’

‘please! dont!’

he shouted and didnt care if he startled anyone else around him

‘dont lie to me! of all people! you dont lie to me!’

‘why should i tell you when you were the one who up and ran? huh?’

oikawa fell silent and iwaizumi could hear his sobs through the phone

iwa sat up on his bed, leaning against the wall as he contemplated revealing this secret you begged him to keep since his best friend sounded like he was on the verge of breaking apart

poor oikawa tooru already suffered so much

‘i swear youre going to make me regret this. but y/n is in,,,, tokyo and,,,,, she,,,,,, didnt want you to know about,,,, about everything. well-she did want to tell you but she had her own reasons not to and,,, and its perfectly valid for her to choose whatever she wanted. and yes, i knew and yes, i am his godfather but please, oikawa, whatever you do, dont go to japan, you understand? shes still hurt by it, idiot, and shes angry and you sound angry and-’

but of course,

oikawa didnt listen and he hung up but continued his pacing but this time, tears blurring his vision

the taxi driver noticed his frazzled expression and quickly stopped in front of him

oikawa gratefully hopped in and quickly told the driver the address he forced out of iwaizumi (with great reluctance)

‘this is the last time, understand me, tooru? youve already hurt her so many times and i cant bear to see it all over again so you need to fix it. but you mess this up again, not only will you lose her, you’ll lose me too’

the old man felt sorry for the young lad and stepped on the pedal to get him to his destination in the quickest time

the apartment building was several stories tall yet the elevator ride felt like a snap when he finally arrived at the floor your apartment was supposedly on

what the real kicker was when he stood outside your door and he hesitated

would you let him in?

would you even want to see him?

would you punch him?

would you cry?

he was so worried but didnt realize that he already pushed the doorbell and a faint shout from inside made his heart jump

‘UNCLE KYOOoooo,,,,,’

the door opened and the boy’s voice went quiet, knowing this wasnt the man he was expecting and he quickly and harshly slammed the door shut to his face

oikawa was stunned

was this the right apartment?

did iwaizumi trick him?

but those thoughts were wiped away when the door opened again and a girl was softly chiding the boy before turning around with a smile to greet the person but then it fell

similar to her son, she slammed the door shut and oikawa panicked

‘y-y/n? h-hey!’

he exclaimed and with a clenched fist, he stood there

you were hyperventilating inside

how did he find you?

why is he here?

does he know?

‘mama? who’s that oji?’

the bright eyes of yozora looked up at you and you blinked, briefly seeing the man behind the door at the face of your son

you sucked in a deep breath before smiling lightly

‘yoyo-kun, can you go play with dino-kun while mama and oji talk?’

yozora blinked back up at you before shrugging and nodding and running off to your shared room

once he was gone, you quickly composed yourself and opened the door again, shocked to see oikawa already half-way down the hallway to the elevator

‘would you like some tea before you go?’

you called out and he stopped, almost giving himself whiplash at how fast he turned his head

it was like his instincts took over when your voice started speaking to him

as if he was 18 again, oikawa found himself trailing after your voice and you nervously led him inside

his eyes were moving really fast as if he wanted to quickly soak it all in before it would disappear

this was where you lived

with your son

who was his son too

there was a picture by the door of you and the little boy from earlier

it was at the planetarium nearby and tooru’s heart bloomed at the sparkle in that child’s eyes

jesus, he was beautiful

‘yozora. thats his name’

you said, noticing him staring at the picture

KDFLJSDKFSD PRINCE NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM BABIESSS!!!

‘night sky’

oikawa whispered

the teapot was still hot and you were able to pour him a cup so you both sat on the dining table where he sat across from you

‘n-nice place’

he stuttered out

you nodded, tracing the rim of your own cup

‘its natsu’s and katsuki’s actually. my parents kicked me out so they offered to let me stay with them’

you reasoned, not meaning to sound cold but it came out as if you were being passive agressive

‘o-oh? ho-how is he-’

‘oikawa-san, what are you doing here?’

he visibly flinched

calling him by his last name stung since you called him ‘tooru’ the whole relationship so returning to his surname is your way of cutting off the whole thing

‘i,,, i found out. a few days ago. from shoyo. he told me their coach looked after yozora and,,, i knew he is,,, mine’

you let out a humorless chuckle

a scoff

then you looked up to meet his gaze, oikawa gulping at the hardness in your eyes

‘what makes you think so? what makes you think that i wasnt angry and spiteful enough to give myself to someone else so they could have what the great oikawa tooru had? what makes you think that i would remain loyal to you despite you just running off to the other side of the fcking world without a word? hm? oikawa-san? what.makes.you.think.so?’

out of guilt, he broke the stare to his own steaming cup of green tea

‘nothing’

you whispered

he shakingly sighed and you could tell he was about to cry

but you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

‘go ahead and cry, oikawa-san. im used to temper tantrums. i have a son for god’s sake’

‘you would never do that to me, y/n. you promised that you would always love me and only me and i know you take promises to your grave’

he reasoned but it sounded like it was him convincing himself

the dry laugh you let out made him fidget

‘and you promised that you would always talk to me and communicate. yours is a much lighter and easier promise than mine yet you get to break it and i can’t? no, oikawa-san. to me, its like that year never even happened’

you were now just trying to rile him up due to your anger towards him

you shouldve let him walk to the elevator and leave and never come back

but you still invited him in anyways

oikawa snapped his head up

‘you cant say that or mean it, y/n. that boy over there, hes a reminder of me. he looks exactly like me so you cant ever forget what we have’

‘what he had. it was simply the past, years ago, and everything has changed since then. dont you dare try to dig up buried secrets, oikawa’

‘but why did you keep him from me?’

he pleaded, desperate for any answer as to why

‘i had every right. the moment you boarded that plane, he no longer was yours. you left, i stayed, and you cant just come back here and-’

‘mama?’

a small voice from the corner halted your loud voice and you and tooru looked at him

oikawa yozora was exactly like his father

from his loud and obnoxious personality to even the brown hair and brown eyes

KFDSLJFKDS REMEMBER THAT KID FROM OLD UKAI’S VOLLEYBALL CLUB?! THATS WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE!!

he looked absolutely nothing like you and people even get confused when you say hes your son

um maam i think hes my son since he came out of me

so oikawa was right

yozora was your daily reminder of the mistakes of your youth but he was anything but that as he is the greatest thing to ever happen to you

yozora became your light when you fell into depression after oikawa ran away

sure, your parents absolutely loathed poor child as he is a child of a child

but you kept him because he means the world to you

and the world he holds are in his eyes

‘i,, i heard yelling,,, and,,, thought mama and oji were sad,,, so,,, i bring my,,, star book because,,, it makes me happy,,, and i think,,, mama and oji will,,, be happy too’

he mumbled out and you smiled at him before moving to go to him but oikawa stopped you

his eyes begged you and you glared at him, deciding to withdraw

if he decides to do anything, you could always knee him between the legs

he slowly approached yozo and kneeled down to reach eye-level

‘hello, my name is oikawa tooru’

he softly introduced himself and yozora just stared at him

‘you oikawa too? but i oikawa! mama is he me?!’

yozora shouted and you giggled, running to take him into your arms

‘oh, darling, how curious you are. oji isnt you, baby. he just,,, has the same last name as you. like mama has hers but you have,,, oji’s’

your eyes drifted to oikawa but he remained on the floor, staring at the spot where yozo stood on

you kept his last name

you listened to him from that night at the hill by naming his son after the night sky

my god, you are so,,,

‘--the book. oji? do you?’

he was brought back to reality when your son was now back on the floor and poking his shoulder

tooru blinked and looked at him

‘huh?’

‘i ask if you want to read my book with me, oji. mama say she happy but you still sad so my book make you happy’

not even an hour of meeting him, oikawa tooru already loves him

the volleyball player nodded and yozora offered a tiny hand to which he accepted

‘this way. mama say to read so she make food. i like food, do you like food, oji? i like food. i like milk bread. mama say papa like it so i like what papa like. i want papa to come home. sit there’

tooru’s heart beat faster every word his child uttered and it even went faster when he saw yozo struggle to get up on the couch

the pair of big hands that brought him on the cushion made him happily sigh then uttered a small ‘thank you’

‘my mama say that my papa give me my book and say to take care of it until he come back. and she say he come back when im a master of space! so i study and read my book every day and know all so papa can hurry home!’

tooru didnt even notice tears falling down his face until yozo blinked up at him with his small hands grasping his cheeks to wipe it off

‘why you cry, oji? no sad! no sad! here! i read my book so you not cry’

he babbled and quickly pried the book open and read out the words on the page, not realizing he was saying most of it wrong

that book was oikawa’s

the book that he read all the time in the bus and now, it was passed on to his son

you leaned against the wall and gasped at the sight of yozo just babbling and oikawa crying

‘yoyo-kun? what did you do to tooru?’

you fussed and sat down next to oikawa

yozo worriedly looked at him and now his own eyes were watering and soon enough, you have 2 boys crying in your living room

GURL IM SORRY BUT I WOULDA KICKED OUT OIKAWA LIKE NOT EVEN OFFER HIM TEA OR ANYTHING IM SORRY IM TIRED AND IDK WHATS GOING ON

‘a-ah, y-yozo! yozo-kun! oji is,,, just,,, uh,, sad because,, because pluto isnt a planet anymore!’

yozo sniffled and he went closer to oikawa

‘me too, oji. yoyo sad too because pluto is just small. other planet are onii-chan and onee-chan but pluto is baby so they not like him’

he rambled and oikawa pulled him closer

‘mama, can we keep oji? nana-san and katsu-san will like him! promise!’

you couldnt even believe what was going on right now

not only did your baby daddy ex-boyfriend suddenly pop up, your son was now wanting to keep him

you made a move to of course deny his request but oikawa opened his mouth first

‘yozora-kun, of course you could keep me. im your papa, after all’

OKAY THAT WAS IT

YOU DID NOT WANT HIM TO SAY THAT TO YOZORA

out of shock, you slapped him across the face

causing yanno what happened

oikawa screamed

a/n: yoooooo SO LIKE THIS IS RIDICULOUS LIKE THIS IS BOOTY IM SORRY BUT THIS IS ALSO IN MY GOING TO EDIT LIST AND I CHOSE THIS OUT OF MY 10 OTHER VERSIONS OF THIS ROUTE AND I MAY OR MAY NOT RELEASE ANOTHER ONE JUST TO MAKE UP FOR IT. but try not to let this flop 🥺 👉👈

ALSO CHI THAT K+Y AND THE T+Y IS ON THE WORKS RN AND IM LIKE HALF WAY DONE SO I MIGHT RELEASE THEM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME

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Fic/0ne shot/drabble idea: suga x reader, where their apartment spaces are right beside each other and their showers are on opposite sides, so there is only a wall between their showers. So when theyre showering at the same time sometimes they sing duets. They never figure out who each other is, bc different work schedules, but one day, outside they apartment, y/n starts humming a tune sung previously by her in the shower only to have a star struck stranger slowly join her.

-Tsb

Moving is never fun, but moving for a job that pays you twice the amount of your old salary is bearable. It’s been a long weekend of unpacking absolutely nothing. I was supposed to get all my boxes delivered on Friday, but I got a call saying that they went to the wrong address in a different prefecture. Luckily, I had packed some stuff in a suitcase for the first couple of nights because even if I had the boxes the last thing I would be doing is unpacking.

Tomorrow is my first day, or should I say night, at my job. Working night shifts is gonna take some getting used to. I stayed up all day yesterday and all night. It’s 4:30 in the morning, that’s late enough for me. I turn the nobs on the shower heating it up to a flesh-burning heat. I grab all my toiletries from my suitcase and set them up o the shelves before finally stepping in. The water pressure felt amazing, like a massage. I grab my shampoo and start my showering routine which of course meant giving my own concert. This song has been stuck in my head for weeks because of the radio. Having no shame I start singing the chorus not so gracefully.

“Oh good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me, if you ever cared to ask. Good for” I was interrupted by another voice on the other side of my shower.

“You, You’re doing great out there without me, baby…” It dies down after realizing that I wasn’t singing along anymore. “Sorry! Did I ruin your solo?” the voice called out. I put my ear up against the wall trying to hear the room across from me. I couldn’t tell because of the water hitting me but I think that there was a shower on the other side of my wall as well.

“Um no. You just scared me.” I continue to awkwardly wash my body, covering myself as if they could see me.

“Oh sorry! You’re my new neighbor right? How are you settling in?” Is he seriously trying to make small talk while we both shower?

“Um okay, I guess. All of my boxes got delivered to another address so I’m living out of a suitcase right now. I start my new job tomorrow though so maybe that will be fun.”

“Damn, all your belongings are with someone else? That sucks. Well, maybe I could meet you tomorrow for coffee on the way to work? My treat as a welcoming. What time do you go in?”

“I go in at 6pm. I work night shifts at a manga company. So no coffee for me sorry. What do you do that gets you up so early?” I hear him chuckle, it was kinda low and made my stomach twist in a good way.

“I work at an elementary school. So I don’t get off till about 4. Well, that’s unfortunate. Maybe I’ll bump into you one day. Give you a proper welcome. I got to go, nice talking to you.” I say goodbye as well turning off my water and throwing on some underwear and a T-shirt. I walk out to my door peeking out to see if I would catch a glimpse of the mystery man on his way to work. I sat there for a good 10 minutes before sleep won and I crawl into bed.

It’s been 6 days since my first conversation with the mystery man. We’ve talked to each other a few more times when we both coincidentally get in the shower at the same time. Every time we find a couple of songs to duet to. Our favorite one to sing together is Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. We also talk about our lives and hoping to finally meet in between our busy schedules.

Having to wake up early isn’t a good look for me, I have no fucks to give at 4 in the afternoon which is really 4 in the morning for me. The only reason I’m up this early is that my boxes are finally coming in. I meet the driver and his buddies telling them that I would like them all inside since I have no one to help me unpack. They couldn’t seem to care less about what I said and still put them right in front of my apartment. As they are getting back into their truck I lean over the railing and call out to them.

“Yeah, fuck you too.” I turn around looking at the tower of boxes and groan. This is gonna take forever and I have to leave in two hours. I start taking them one by one into the house while humming my favorite shower tune. I walk outside to get another box when I heard the same song being whistled next to me. I look over to see a man about my height maybe a little taller. His hair was a silvery gray and look incredibly soft. I must have been staring too long, he looked over to me and froze just as I did. Eyeing me up and down. I could believe this was my neighbor he so pretty. I feel like I'm in some kind of story. “Hey, neighbor.” I wave awkwardly.

“Hi, I see you finally got your boxes in.”

“Yep, stupid moving guys put them all outside though so..”

“Oh, well let me help you, I just have to put my stuff away real quick.” He rushes inside and I walk to his door calling out.

“No no you don’t have to do that you just got back from work right?”

“Yes but this would be a formal welcoming wouldn't it? I Koushi Sugawara by the way. Please call me Suga.” He rolls up his sleeves displaying his slender but built arms. He waves me off with a smile and starts to pick up a box.

“Okay Suga, I’m Y/n L/n you can call me by ether.” I see no getting out of this one. I tell him where I would like them and go outside to get one myself. I bent down grabbing the box but Sugas voice makes me drop it sitting back up.

“Y/n? Are you not wearing pants?” I turn around to him sure my face was a deep shade of red. I had forgotten to put some on earlier because I was waiting for the moving guys to finish.

“I-um-why were you looking?” I shoot back at him his face also heating up.

“No no I didn’t mean to. You just had gone to grab a box and I-”

“It’s fine let just forgot this happened I'll go put on some shorts. Sorry.” I run into my room to get clothes. Walking back out I see him looking around at the empty walls. ‘“I see you brought in the last boxes thank you.”

“Of course neighbor. I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“How about one of your days off we go on a picnic date. I know some really beautiful parks around here.” He stares awaiting my answer but I was in shock. We had only met 30 minutes ago and now he want to go on a date?

“Um...Sure.”

“Great, see you this weekend beautiful.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabbles #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #suga fluff #sugawara koushi #🥢🥡.ask #🥢🥡.drabbles #tbs anon

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mickeytheticklee · 2 years

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Stayc tickle fics 👀👀👀👀

Could I please request maknae reader (so being in maknae line with J and Yoon but still the youngest) being bratty all day and giving the members kinda a hard time/annoying them and/or poking them constantly and then stayc (lovingly) ganging up on reader once back at the dorms (maybe reader was being annoying with Sieun or seeun bc you said that Sieun was a lee and Seeun was a switch I think)

Complex mission

Ler!Stayc Lee!Reader

Warning: Tickling

What's a better way to start the New Year with tickles?

It was during their video discussing their grudges they held onto other members. Since you still weren't fully close with the members you only spoke about Isa and her random cute moments. How there was a time you saw Isa petting your stuffed bear and how she was talking to it. You weren't really upset about it, you were laughing, but it wasn't a big deal. Once you came up to the stand with the cat ears the girls suddenly had a lot to say. The topic was on: sneaky fingers. The girls were constantly annoyed by your pokes and bratty attitude. Today seemed to be worse than usual. Seeun saying how she was tickled while eating breakfast or Sumin getting remarks about her small height. Then Sieun getting tickles backstage making her extra whiny. Yoon got tortured in the car, J getting chased by tickles only for her not to get tickled, Isa getting kisses which results in washing her cheek (it happened thrice before performing). Wow, everyone had a place to say something while you only said something about one member. The girls give you ten seconds to digest the complains and say your response.

Y/n: Sorry...for being cute...but sorry...

Suddenly your mood changes. While you sat on the couch you didn't have intentions on annoying the girls. You knew the whole point of it was just a positive team bonding activity but you weren't exactly positive. The girls felt pissed by your actions and seemed like they needed a genuine apology. Seeing that the girls disliked your gestures you made sure to not do it again. The girls quickly catched on to your new character. It was over 2 hours and you didn't do any tickling or putting food in higher shelves. When they got in the car Isa was insisting she was tickled but all you did was a small poke. A small poke that made you pull a half smile and put yourself to sleep. Isa puts the members into a group chat without you to discuss why you were suddenly acting differently. The girls saw it was because you thought their grudge against you was negative. The girls never imagined it that way only because they liked being annoyed by you. It was your way of showing affection. They felt bad over making you upset and wanted to rewind time to get you back. But that isn't possible without a time machine so tickling is their second option.

They got home, pretending to act serious. Sumin wanted to have one last I love you before they go into their separate beds. They said it in age order so you, the maknae, can be last. You were showering them with affection but not enough to annoy them. But when it came to you it was now a showering full of cuddles. They said I love you loud, then Isa going on top of your back while everyone else was kissing you...but then tickling you. You felt numerous hands going to your belly in attempts to poke your sides. You were now the target of the poking instead of finding one.

Y/n: What are yo-NONOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Sieun: We miss you annoying us. Can you please go back to it?

You said no, it was hard no. By that the girls stop as you moved over to the coach. The girls followed you, sitting around you as well as looking at you. Now it was their responsibility to annoy you and bombard you with tickles. Isa and Seeun was tickling your chin, cooing at how their tall maknae shouldn't be mad. She started giggling, trying to do a poker face but Seeun's tummy scribbling got to her. Now she was laughing, but not engaging in any affection the girls give her. Sumin and Seeun were on the couch, giving kisses to you while the others were trying to make you laugh. Seeing that you were weak from eight hands poking and sneaking little tickles to your feet Sumin pushed you over to your lap. You didn't want to give in, no! But with your head resting on Sumin and your legs moving to Seeun's lap you saw your belly becoming a free space the girls can dig in at.

Yoon: Seeing that you won't annoy us, we're gonna tickle you until you do get us back.

Before you can say another no the girls started and it was now time to tickle. Four of the members were handling your tummy. Sumin was giving you forehead kisses while Seeun was tickling your feet. J tickling you sent you in the biggest laughter by tickle tasering your ribs with both hands. You can tell she definitely misses you teasing her with tickles. Sieun was lightly tracing shapes on your tummy while Isa was poking your tummy, making sound effects every time she pokes it. Yoon was just squeezing your thigh, thinking about ways to tickle your tummy.

Yoon: Isa try pinching lightly from the side, that way it tickles more.

Isa: Okay!

Y/n: NO I WANNA BE DONE STOPTICKLINGMEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEH

With Isa only doing pinches on one side of your belly you squirm by moving to the other side. J takes a break from her rib tickles to level out the side tickles. But you were still squirming on one side because J was roughly tickling it. Sieun was finding her way up to your armpits and neck, but just started giving you kisses. Yoon was moving towards your foot, being the second pair of hands to tickle your feet. Two people were handling three different spots, all making you laugh. J was instructing Isa to dig deeper but if she can't do that that she can try tickling your hips. She got to your hips, lightly digging in causing an explosive laughter from your body and mouth.

Y/n: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!! PLEASE I'LL CLEAN UP THE DISHES!!

J: You know what we want. We won't stop tickling you until you agree with us.

The girls didn't care that it was late, or that in seven hours they needed to wake up for dance practice. They won't give up, they really needed you back. Seeun and Yoon were still tickling your feet. They were doing one foot at a time, using their hand to tickle one foot and then waiting three minutes to tickle the other one. There was no energy to move, plus Sumin and Sieun had control over your ticklish armpits so there was no option. With them being close to your face they can finally tease you, after being fed up with your attacks over their height.

Sumin: Our youngest is so cute when she's tickled!

Sieun: Koochie koochie koo~ aww look at you...

You didn't really hate it, you thought you deserve it with pissing off the members. But you didn't dislike being tickled because it was your love language. However it was solid that you weren't going to be a nuisance to them. Tickles can break you down but as long as they all don't do raspberries or tummy art at the same time you're good. None of them had the idea that six of them destroying a spot would get you to agree. You were glad that no one was thinking that...no one besides Seeun blurting ideas while she lightly tickles your toes.

Seeun: Oh...if only we tickle the same spot at the same time...

Y/n: STOP NO!

You regret how you gave your weakness away. They all immediately stuck their hands out to lightly tickle your belly, now bare after Yoon lifted your shirt a bit. It was now killing you with laughter how it tickled so badly. How all their hands filled up the canvas that is your belly. Some were just doing regular spider tickles, some doing circles/lines, then some doing the stayc logo on your tummy. With their full attention on your tummy you thought you can escape, you still struggled with Sumin's reminder of armpit tickles. This was your breaking point, the point where you needed to commit to the promise of annoying the girls. They were happy that they can be loved with tickles again. But instead of agreeing by handshake, they needed to agree by raspberry.

Sumin: Let's agree by giving you a raspberry.

Y/n: NO NO NO NO

Before having a whiff of freedom they all pressed their lips on your tummy, doing a raspberry in unison (and on key). You did another exploding laugh with your body moving like a flopping fish. The girls hugged you one last time, thanking you for letting yourself change. But you didn't have many options. It was either you say yes or you get tickled all night. The girls were already prepared to do so because it's passed 2AM. You slept good that night, the year starting with you getting lovely tickles by your friends. The way they barely knew you but understood how ticklish you are. In the future you continued being a big brat to them. And what do you get? Being tickled for three hours every Friday? Why do you need therapy when you have six kpop idols tickling you?

#yea idk why i started it like that #um but anyway happy new year #love y'all #hope you have a wonderful day #now i must complete a winter bday fic #kpop tickle #stayc

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ageoffeet · 3 years

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Reaching - Danny Wagner

This is a blurb based off of an au posted by an account that is no longer with us let's have a moment of silence 😔

warnings: none, just Danny being cute

taglist:@flowervanfleet @way-to-go-lad

The door lets out a ring as you open it and are met with the comforting smell of aging books. You're new to the city and you needed to find something familiar and old book stores always held that support for you.

"Let me know if I can help you with anything!" You turned to see a lanky man with flowing, curly brown hair behind the wooden counter. His eyes land back down to the book held in his hands and you take the opportunity to take in some more of his features. You start at his soft brown eyes, intently scanning the book and absorbing every word and move down to the sharp point of his nose and his lips set in a half smile at whatever he was thinking.

You shake yourself out of your daze and continue walking into the store until you're surrounded by shelves and shelves of books. He probably noticed you staring at him and just didn't want to embarrass you. You read too many romance novels for your own good but you don't regret taking that extra moment to observe the cute sales clerk. The book title was obscured from your vision by his slender hands held over it but you find yourself secretly hoping it's one you've already read so you can form a conversation with him.

First, you need to actually pick out a book to buy. You scan the various titles, letting your fingers slide over the spines gingerly. You hesitantly look to the top row of books out of your reach and spot the perfect one. The Kite Runner. It has been years since you last read it plus, you lost your copy in the move. You debate over buying a book you've already read but decide on it anyway. You have too many unread books sitting on your bookshelf at home anyway and this is the one calling to you right now.

Looking up and down the aisle and seeing no stools in sight, you sigh and get on your tippy toes, testing how far you can reach. Your fingers barely graze the cover. You won't give up this easily. You raise onto your tippy toes again and this time jump, trying to grab the book while you have some air. With a huff, you go back to the height that god intended you to have and hear a soft laugh.

"Do you need some help," you turn towards the low voice and see the boy from behind the counter. He did have you beat in height.

"Um yes please, I'm trying to reach for that one," you point up at your selected book awkwardly, trying not to chastise yourself for messing up your perfect plan of talking to him at the counter.

"Good choice." He grabs it with ease and delicately places it in your hands.

"You've read it?" You can't hold back your surprise. It's not that it's an uncommon book to have read, you just can't believe you have something in common with the stunningly attractive book store boy.

"Yeah it's easily one of my favorites. I actually have a limited edition copy if you want to...borrow it instead of buying this one?" He tucks his hands into his jean pockets and you feel heat rising to your cheeks.

"You would trust a stranger with your limited edition novel?" You can't help a smile forming on your face.

He shrugs and laughs to himself. "I mean, only if you promise to tell me about how it was once you're done over coffee or something."

You bite your lip and look to your side in search of something witty to say back.

"Deal. I'm y/n."

"Danny."

Some wave of confidence washes over you and you pull your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him, it already being on a new contact. He smiles bright enough to light the room and types in his information.

"I'll..text you later to pick up that limited edition copy."

——————-

so here’s the thing, this is my first blurb im used to writing full sized fanfics and i know its not the greatest but lets have a prayer circle and hope i get better at it (also im honored to have my first blurb be danny bc he deserves all the love in the world)

#sam kiskza #sam gvf #sammy kiszka #strange horizons #daniel wagner #gvf #peaceful army #josh kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka

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kaaytea · 4 years

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So how about Lev, Tsuki, Kuroo and Oiks with a really short and shy s/o. (I'm 4'9 so all i want is for someone to pick me up from under the arms like a cat and carry me on their shoulders 👉👈🥺) - Bug Anon

Jsksndk ✨this~✨

Short s/o

⤷Includes: Tsukki, Kuroo, Lev, and Oikawa

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Tsukishima

I'm sorry but this is Tsukki, he will clown you

No one else is allowed to tease you about your height tho, he will actually end them with some back handed comment

He's the type where if you walk up to him during the day and start talking he'll kinda ignore you a bit then be like "oh sorry, I didn't see you down there"

He’s so mean about it but at the same time he loves when you ask him for help

He makes a big show about being annoyed that you need him to grab something off the top shelf when secretly it's his favorite thing

Thinks it's the funniest thing when you try to kiss him

Like it's not gonna happen you're way to smol to reach his lips

He'll torture you for a bit but eventually he leans down so he can kiss you

Sorry but he rests his arm on your head a lot 😔

Is probably happy that you're a bit shy bc it's easy to fluster you and he vibes well with people that lean more introverted

Living with tall people is actually the worst, like whY does Tsukki feel the need to put all of your favorite mugs on the tOp!! Shelves when he knOws you can't reach them

You know it's fine, you're used to this and have become a champion counter climber 😌✨

So that explains why you were currently kneeling on the counter reaching up for a mug at 10 pm

"What the hell are you doing?"

".......getting my mug? What's it look like silly"

Why are you like this? Why do you feel the need to put yourself in dangerous situations so much?

Kei sighed and walked over to you, he grabbed your waist and pulled you down from the counter then reached up and got the mug down

"You need to stop endangering yourself when you could literally just ask me to help you"

"I wouldn't be endangering myself if you stopped putting MY things on the high shelves!... I swear you do it on purpose sometimes"

He definitely does it on purpose....but he'll never tell you that :)

Kuroo

God he loves you

Kuroo is such a huge dork so expect him to fawn over you

He won't tease you toooo much like he occasionally will hold something out of your reach to watch you jump around trying to get it back

But he really just appreciates you as you are 😌

Kuroo is used to shy, introverted ppl so he's not bothered by it at all

As long as he can hug you he's happy

He LOVES to rest his chin on your head!!

If you're still too short for him to do that he also LOVES giving you back hugs, so either way it's a win win

You were watching Tetsu practice spiking, most of the team had left, only a few stragglers remained trying to get in some extra practice

You were very content with your spot, you were out of the way and happily sat swinging your legs back and forth. Plus you had a pretty good view of Tetsu and Kenma from your bench meaning you could soak up the pure joy that radiated off your boyfriend

Tetsu looked over to see you watching

"Wanna try spiking, sweetheart?"

"Tetsu, I don't think I can even jump high enough to see over the net"

"We won't know until you try~"

I mean he was right...I guess it couldn't hurt

And ya know he looks really cool when he spiked so maybe you'd look pretty cool too!

You walked over to Tetsu and gave Kenma the ok to set the ball for you

You jumped up and you actually hit the ball!!

But the ball didn't even make it past the net 😭

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!"

"No no you did really good!... You uh... Looked very cute?"

">:(("

"Here do it again I wanna try something"

You sighed, he was just setting you up for failure so he can watch you make a fOOL of yourself again

Kenma set the ball and you jumped up

ONLY THIS TIME YOU KEPT RISING

NDKDNDK KUROO IS REALLY LIFTING YOU UP RN SO YOU CAN SPIKE

You hit the ball and it shot to the ground with a satisfying slap!

"THAT FELT SO COOL!! I FEEL SO POWERFUL!!"

"Yeah you sure look intimidating having me lift you up so you can look over the net"

"Let me have this moment, Tetsurou"

Lev

If anyone were to pick you up like a cat it's this kid

He is lAnKy and you being smol?

He will pick you up....you physically cannot stop him

Likes to lift you up and spin you around when you come to visit him at practice

It usually ends with you being pretty dizzy and Yaku kicking Lev for treating you like a cat

Lev is pretty oblivious to what he says, specifically to people that are shorter to him

He might say something that’s a little rude and unknowingly offend you but he really doesn't mean it

Like it just doesn't click for him that there's a chance he's being insensitive

Just remember that Lev would never ever hurt you intentionally and if he realizes that he hurt you he'd probably panic and continuously apologize to you for the next week

I feel like Lev would compare your hand sizes a lot. He thinks its funny how much smaller your hands are compared to his he gets this funny feeling in his chest whenever he does, you’re just very tiny and cute

It seems like wherever Lev goes he always finds a cat

It's very odd

You were walking around a park for a date when he suddenly stopped at a tree

"AH A CAT WE HAVE TO HELP IT!"

"......It's pretty far up there Lev, I don't think even you can reach it"

"We can't just leave it!!! Quick get on my shoulders!!"

What

How did this happen?

Correction, How did you let this happen?

You reached your hand out to the orange cat sitting on the branch, it slowly made its way in your direction

"Did you save it?"

"almost, move a little to the right"

That cat gracefully leaped into your arms and started purring

Ok maybe this was worth it bc this cat is really cute🥺

You and Lev ended up playing with the cat for a bit getting it to bat at some leaves

The cat even followed you guys for a bit and you see it every so often on your park dates

You named it apricot

Oikawa

I hate to say it but you know that feeling you get when you see a really cute kitten or puppy?

Yeah that's how Oikawa reacts

You're just.....tiny and he has this overwhelming need to hold you

He honestly loves that you're short

Oiks is, surprisingly, pretty tall. Like man is pushing 6'0 so having a small s/o just makes him :))!!

Oikawa doesn't mind your timidness, he thinks it adds to your charm!

Boy friken loves when you hide your face in his chest

Also king of piggy back rides 😌

He will carry you everywhere if given the chance

You were walking back to Oikawa's place

He just finished practice and it was a Friday so he insisted you come over for a sleepover

Yes he still calls them sleepovers, let him live it's cute

You were walking down the street, hand in hand, and the sun had just started going down painting the sky with warm reds and oranges

To be honest you were kinda tired so you started dragging behind a bit

You took a nap while you waited for Seijoh’s practice to end and you only woke up maybe 15 minutes ago? So you were kinda in that weird state where your awake...but not very aware

"(y/n)-chan?"

"huh?"

"Did you not hear what I said?"

"no....I'm sorry Turoo I'm still a bit tired"

":0!! I can't have my precious s/o wAlking if they're tired!"

He just scOOPS you up bridal style and continues walking like it's nothing

I-

Huh I mean sure I guess, if you really insist Tooru

You wrap your arms around his neck for more stability and he sneaks a kiss on to your cheek

"Won't your arms get tired carrying me?"

"Oh please, you're as light as a feather"

😳 ig Volleyball training has it's benefits bc he really can carry you everywhere and never get tired

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yakuzacasual · 3 years

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Dating headcanons for Shioya?? :3c

PREFACE

I want to open up with my best wishes to all the ppl reading this, that may be living in the US (and also are the Destiel fans because damn I am so sorry for y’all). It’s been not only rough, but also an incredibly crazy week all around so I hope you all are doing well, staying healthy and I offer this little piece of writing to maybe make you feel a bit better!

And now, to the lovely Non behind this request, say I SQUEALED when I saw this one and realized who Shioya was. He’s perfect to write for bc he’s got the funky Kaito vibe where I can think up some weird shit that’ll still feel like it holds true no matter how badly do I screw up the writing but also makes me feel so joyful all throughout the writing and just sksksk. It may be a bit of a mess but I. HAD. A. BLAST. Thank you so much, hope you enjoy it and see you around :3c

RELATIONSHIP 101 WITH SHIOYA

Not being able to keep his hand in the back pocket of his partner's trousers or just straight out on their butt? Major offense, call the police. See, while some may think he’s just an old perv who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself in public spaces, Shioya actually takes great pride in having someone such as yourself date a regular thug like himself and wants to openly wear it like a badge of honor. In that way it feels incredibly empowering to know that they are okay with him being slightly possessive of you like that. And in addition to his hand just being very comfortable, it does serve a greater purpose too! No sane person would dare bother you when he’s there latched onto your lovely behind like his life depends on it, after all. You don’t ever have to worry about returning the favour. He is more than happy to provide his own back pockets for your hands and will especially enjoy it if there is a bigger height difference between the two of you - and you are the short one, of course. All kinds of teasing can be expected from him, such as the usual joke of making you his elbow rest or putting things on the high shelves just so that he could see you struggle. It’s nothing but a bit of fun for him though and he will always stop immediately whenever he feels you are getting frustrated or starting to feel real bad about your height. He may not know how to make it better but you can always count on him lending you a hand and maybe even giving you a lift. Also, piggyback rides, a lot of them.

If by some miracle you end up being the highest of you two, he may be kind of grumpy about it at the beginning of the relationship. His alpha male pride is somewhat wounded but at the same time, damn, darlin’, you are the absolute coolest person to ever exist. Not only do you look like a snack, but your height makes it feel like you could snap him in half, even if that’s the farthest one could be from the truth. With time, Shioya learns to revel in being the smaller one, often pulling on your shirt so that he could give you a proper smooch or just act smug about being your partner. See that big ass person? Ye, that’s my baby. All in all it may make keeping his hands in your back pockets harder, but the payoff is definitely worth the price.

Likes to get piss drunk and cause trouble, preferably together with his partner. He knows every bar in the vicinity, from the worst drinking dens with cheapest booze to the most fancy bars serving expensive, albeit delicious cocktails in small cups. You can count on him to figure out a place that would suit you both and if you do actually have a drink with him, even if non-alcoholic, he’ll be elated enough to cover your tab no matter how high or low. And then also the costs of whatever fun adventures will the two of you get into after getting properly intoxicated. While he kind of can’t imagine himself having a partner that doesn’t get wasted alongside him, if you do turn out to be the more “proper” kind in that sense, it’ll turn out that there is nowhere he can feel safer, than in your warm arms, as you - the sober and reasonable one - stop him from doing some real stupid shit. He does, however, realize that his drunk shenanigans may be negatively affecting you and he worries about putting too much pressure on you by this selfish way of using you as his nanny. In that case, Shioya probably won’t stop drinking all together, but he will try to at very least control himself better. It will be a painful process, but he can’t bring shame to his beloved.

Surprisingly for many, Shioya can turn out to be extremely gentle with you behind closed doors. The rough image he’s got to keep on the outside for everyone to see and fear is one thing, but in the four closed walls of your (or his) apartment when lights are dim, the TV static is the only sounds as he tenderly runs his big hands through your hair it just feels like it may have never happened at all. Whenever he is trying to be more delicate, you will discover little new things that his seemingly clumsy hands can do really well. Shioya turns out to be a pro at braiding hair really meticulously and in various different ways and he is incredibly good at quickly locating and massaging the tension points in your body. And, aside from just being naturally adept at it, he enjoys it a whole lot. It’s the only way he knows how to repay you for sticking around despite his numerous flaws.

#yakuza #Ryu ga Gotoku #rgg #yakuza x reader #ryu ga gotoku x reader #rgg x reader #judgment #Judgement #judge eyes #judgment x reader #judgment imagines #satoshi shioya #shioya x reader #shioya judgment #x reader #Headcanon #imagine #request

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