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Kaiser wasn't necessarily hiding you away, he just wasn't advertising the fact that the two of you were dating.
As egosistic as he was, there was a small part of him that felt like if his teammates knew about you, you'd leave him for one of them and that was a reality he refused to live in.
You guys had been dating for around two years now and aside from the one off media sightings he had successfully hidden you from everyone... except Alexis who was the one that set the two of you up.
After a practice, Kaiser had just gotten out of the shower, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist revealing a blue ink tattoo of your initials inside of a rose near his groin.
"New ink?" Alexis asked, slapping Kaiser on the shoulder.
Of course he was the one to expose your relationship to the team, he was also the only person besides the two of you who knew why he wanted to keep it a secret.
That's when Isagi turned around to look, "What do those letters stand for?"
"They're Y/N's right? That's so cool man." Alexis asked, was he being dense on purpose or was he just trying to rile him up.
"Who's Y/N?" Another player asked.
And while part of him wanted to slam the door to his locker and walk away he sighed, you'd been with him for two years. If you were going to leave him it wouldn't be over this.
"Mein Liebling..."
"Seriously? Someone actually likes you?" Isagi laughed, but stopped when he saw Kaiser running after him with a metal water bottle in hand.
The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.
For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.
And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.
"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."
Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.
Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.
They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.
Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.
"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'
"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.
"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."
Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."
The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.
"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."
Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.
"These are way too small for Barou ."
"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."
"Wife?!"
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.
Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"
"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.
"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.
"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"
The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.
It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.
"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.
Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."
Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."
Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.
"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"
Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.
"Aw hell."
I'm feeling so inspired... I've been writing so much recently I hope y'all enjoy
a/n: im so sorry if these head canons are mis-characterizing..its my first time writing 4 sukuna and i havenât written properly in months :cc
when sukuna first saw you, he felt a weird pang in his chest. after that day, he spent weeks upon weeks writing poemsâsending off to your village just so heâd get permission to marry you. it was especially hard with him being the kind of curses.
whenever youâre away, sukuna takes the time to write such intricate and detailed lettersâdescribing how much he misses you and how it feels like hell being away from you for so long.
he finds your presence extremely calming. especially your voice and touch.
sukuna notices the littlest things, even if he doesnât say it out loud. heâll take note of your favorite meals, how sometimes youâll attend to the children in your village when you had the chance.
heâll get uruame to buy you the prettiest and best quality silk just so you could look your best. he wonât say it outright that you look beautiful so heâll just stare wordlessly for a moment before a gruff, âyou look..presentable.â
heâs more so an act of service husband rather than one who uses his words. heâll sometimes pluck flowers for you from the garden and if not, heâs usually watching you pluck them. sometimes heâll (rarely) apologize to youâwhether itâs a poem, letter or even little notes placed around the estate where only you can find them.
sukuna learnt how to brush your exceptionally long hair just because he didnât want anyone else touching it. and even so, he still doesnât do it himself.
heâs extremely possessive though and hates it when people get too close. his lower hands will immediately wrap around your waist like some sort of snake.
even after being encouraged to have more than one wife, sukuna declinedâin rather brash, unreasonable ways which always ended in blood shed.
he hates seeing you cry, even though most times it is his fault, but when it isnât, the person who made you cry is obliterated.
he allows you to fix him up, whether itâs you tugging at his kimono sleeves, brushing his hair,checking for blood or (non-existent)wounds . it brings him a sort of peace even if only for a brief moment.
donât feed my work into ai, repost or claim as your own. cz itâs lacieâs fic :cc
alright here we goes
1. Dirk Strider - Homestuck (if youre surprised by this you do not know my vast expanses
2. The Scout - Team Fortress 2
3. Kris Dreemurr - Deltarune
4. Clementine - Telltale's The Walking Dead
5. Buddy Armstrong - LISA
6. Arcade Gannon - Fallout: New Vegas
7. Cuno De Ruyter - Disco Elysium
8. Wilson P. Higgsbury - Don't Starve
9. Chell - Portal
10. Ethan Winters - RESIDENT EVIL
took me so long to think of fandoms .. @stqrrin @moefur @mo0rbiiid @pretty-guardian-jirai @vampbuni @kache-chan @nyancvtt @bloody------snow @bottleangels @cutecafekitty4 + open
@cmd-shift4 @minicatknife @g0d0fcha0s @mayando @red-snow-phantom (i know u tagged me in this but deal w it <3) @dazai0s4mukun @whyarealltheuserstakenwastaken @b3an-i3 @dazaistealingchuuyashat @doyoulikewafflesandchips (tagging moots i rarely talk to cause uhh im curious đčâżđč)
synopsis: hugoâs petty ex-girlfriend accuses him of being gay because of his relationship with a certain someone named julian loki, causing rumors to spread like wildfire. so what will he do to save his image?
starring: vivian hugo x female reader
notes: love at first sight. heavily inspired by the song everybody talks by neon trees. hugoâs ex will be called charlotte. bolded are thoughts or yells. IK THIS IS KINDA LONG BUT PLS GIVE IT A CHANCE!!! not proofread so im sorry if theres mistakes. it was actually rlly fun to write so lmk if you want part 2 (charlotteâs evil schemes continue đ€«)
âyouâre breaking up with me!?â charlotte screeched, attracting a few curious students nearby (and possibly scaring the birds outside). putting both hands on hugoâs shoulders, she violently shook him, yelling at him to âsay something!â
hugo merely blinked at her, which only seemed to agitate the blonde even more. gently prying her sweaty palms off him, he replied with an indifferent âyes.â
âbut why?â charlotteâs bottom lip jutted out in a pout, clearly trying to make him feel bad. âam i not enough for you?â she held her hands together with lashes fluttering up at him, appearing like a sweet girl who could do no wrong.
unfortunately, her antics seem to have no effect on the ever stoic hugo, who only looked at her silently.
at last, just when charlotte was getting uncomfortable under his watchful gaze, he offered a simple explanation. âweâre not destined to be together. thatâs it.â the gathering crowd around them gasped, letting out taunting oos and ohs which were immediately cut off when charlotte sent a glare their way and a bark telling them to mind their own business. the horde shortly scrammed after the threat. hugo was about to walk past her, but his wrist was gripped by a clammy hand with manicured nails poking into his skin.
âwhat do you mean?â charlotte slowly turned her head to stare right into his eyes. âweâre absolutely perfect together! the cutest boy in school with the most popular and prettiest girl! weâre a match made by cupid himself!â she reasoned, desperately making an endeavor to save the relationship.
âvanity isnât everything i guess. sorry, but i donât feel the attraction towards you anymore.â with that statement, charlotte felt her stomach drop. and so, she resorted to her last method. and what is the said method? crying obviously!
âwhat the hell vivian? are you saying you never really liked me and found me UGLY?â she dropped her head as she sniffled obnoxiously, being sure to put an emphasis on the word ugly. âgosh, youâre horrible.â wiping her tears that magically (and comically) emerged in her eyes, charlotte continued with her dramatic monologue. âi canât believe you made me fall in love with you! and the worst part? i still love you!â the few droplets of water impressively turned into a waterfall, letting choked sobs escape from her lips.
now, charlotte was absolutely certain that this will do the trick. i meanâŠwho could have the heart to deny her? hugo cleared his throat, interrupting her cries. a sly, tiny smirk appeared on her face, covered by her hand. triumphant, she looked up to meet his eyes again.
âuhmâŠcan you let go now?â he said, gaze descending to her palm thatâs tightly wrapped around his wrist. charlotteâs face dropped. never in her life has this method ever failed! it was only her breaking hearts! well, it was supposed to.
her face began to heat up in a crimson shade out of anger and frustration. smoke practically escaped through her ears. hugo wouldâve been scared if it hadnât been her piercing voice snapping him out of his thoughts. âare you serious?! fine! have it your way.â she reluctantly let go, but not before having the final word. âbut listen here, vivian. i will make you regret this!â and with that, she stomped away, high ponytail swaying as she walked.
and thatâs what happened. or at least what you wouldâve imagined happening. but no. the most, shocking, surprising, and out-of-this-world thing happened instead. apparently, charlotte told her friends that she and hugo broke up because she found him kissing julian loki, his teammate. then her friends told their friends who then told their friends and then told everyone. yeah. shocking, right?
âthatâs crazy.â your best friend chigiri said, dragging out the last syllable. you just finished relaying the gossip to him and now you were doing face masks. his sleeping bag was thrown in a corner along with his other essentials, cluttering into a messy pile.
âi know right! i donât know if i really believe it though.â you exclaimed, kicking your legs as you laid on your stomach.
as you clicked through the remote looking for a good show to watch, chigiri said âi wouldnât be that surprised if itâs true. i mean, he touches everyoneâs chest during games.â you let out a tiny giggle at that.
âhyoma! cut him some slack. football is a contact sport after all. and plus, arenât you and kunigami a thing? or am i just hearing things wrong?â you teased, nudging his shoulder.
chigiri rolled his eyes at your comment. âweâre just friends. donât get it twisted.â you smiled, muttering an uh-huh.
âstill. i canât believe he dated charlotte.â you said absentmindedly. charlotte beaumont is one of those popular girls who can get with whoever they want, like in those shitty high school romance shows. blonde, blue eyed, and the cheerleading captain. she probably dated more guys than the number of people you know combined. youâre not the most sociable, but you do know a lot of people. but charlotte? sheâs on a whole different level. and, sheâs also so rude! one time she shoved you because you were supposedly in her way, when the hall was quite literally empty.
chigiri gave a brief look. âwhy?â he questioned, pointing for you to stop at how to lose a guy in 10 days.
âbecause heâs so wow and sheâs so eugh. you get what i mean?â with the rom com starting to play, you and chigiri settle in a peaceful silence. you reached across your bed for some candy, offering him a piece.
chigiri popped the piece of sugar into his mouth, chewing before asking âdo you like him?â
âKOFF KOFF AH-HEMâ you were caught so off guard that you accidently choked on your candy. chigiri delivered some pats to your back in response, raising an eyebrow.
âgosh hyoma! you canât just say that!â you scolded, face a little bit flushed from embarrassment. chigiri just gave a small shrug to your complaints.
âwell you sounded like you like him. am i wrong?â his attention went back to the screen, leaving you to gape at him.
stuttering you squeaked out a barely audible ââŠmaybe.â now that caught his attention. chigiri looked at you like youâve grown three heads, but without a brain in each of them.
âseriously? you like mr. destiny guy?â
âhey! heâs not even that bad. heâs pretty cute and tall. andâŠhe seems really passionate about football.â your face turned red as you tried to defend hugo, avoiding chigiriâs eyes.
âwhatever you say. at least heâs better than all your other crushes. remember when you went on a date with a guy who was obsessed with toilet paper?â chigiri smirked, stifling a laugh behind his hand.
you groaned in exasperation. âdonât remind me!â
right as hugo walked into school the next day, all eyes were on him. whispers, murmurs, and pointed looks throughout the entire hallway and every corner. beside him was charles, who was basically exploding with energy and mischief as he shoved hugoâs side.
âwhat was that for?â he muttered, stumbling slightly. charles flashed him one of his childish grins, and gestured to the students nearby.
âhugo and loki sitting in a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!â charles sang, causing some to giggle in their direction. however, his fun was cut short when hugo whacked the side of the face, mumbling for him to shut up. âim reporting you for that!â charles threatened tauntingly. hugo sighed in disbelief.
before charles could do anything else to embarrass him, the bell rang, a sound so sweet that sounded like an angelâs voice to hugo! âsee you later at practice.â he ruffled charlesâ blond hair and held out a peace sign, heading to his class.
you sent chigiri a quick text that you arrived at the field. since you didnât have anything to do after school, you decided to watch the football team practice. the sound of whistles and shouting immediately engulfed your ears as you stepped onto the grass. making your way to the bleachers, you picked a spot with a nice view and set your backpack beside you.
âigaguri! one more mistake and youâre off this team!â a lanky bowl-cut haired man yelled, causing the said player to shriek in fear. a blond boy laughed, teasing him alongside another blond but with tanned skin. you scanned the field for chigiri, and found him taking a sip of water from his duffel bag. you smiled at him as he met your gaze. plenty of other students are also at the bleachers, either to watch the football practice or the cheerleading practice on the right side of the field.
looking to your right, you saw the cheerleaders doing tricks tumbling passes, while charlotte shouted orders at them. good thing iâm not on the team, you thought in relief.
a loud whistle resonated throughout the field, with the lanky man signaling for a break. you made your way down the bleachers and to chigiri.
âhey! you did great out there!â you complimented. âi donât even know how you can run that fast without getting tired.â
âmaybe youâre just un athletic, but thanks.â he said sarcastically, wiping his sweat with a towel. you kicked his shin in annoyance, and in return he flicked your forehead.
âBREAK TIME!!!â
you winced at the harsh sound coming from the other side of the field. âgeez. charlotte canât be anymore loud can she?â chigiri muttered.
coincidentally, the cheerleaders were also taking their break. âsince when did she get a megaphone? her voice is already loud and annoying enough.â chigiri snickered at that.
in the distance, charles was teasing hugo whos frustrated at the gap between his and lokiâs relationship now. ever since rumors started that they kissed, their friendship got awkward. âstop looking so mopey! youâre gonna get wrinkles and thatâs not popular with the ladies!â charles suggested.
âi think ill be done with dating for a while.â hugo groaned, running his hands over his face.
charles, as smart as ever, jumped up like an idea struck him. âah ha!â hugo looked at him with curiosity, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. âyou want to be bffs with loki again, right?â nodding, charles beamed. âeasy solution! just kiss a girl and all those rumors will be proven false!â hugo paused, seemingly considering the possibility of this plan working. âiâm smart? thank you so much but i already know.â charles said, complimenting himself.
âthatâsâŠnot a bad idea. but how will i even do that? i need to get into a relationship first.â hugo said, sighing.
âwho says you need to? listen. all the ladies love you. youâre the dream guy. this plan will work 67% of the time, but since girls like you, it will work 69% instead!â charles giggled, proud of himself.
hugo deadpanned at him. âthatâs not a big difference.â
âjust trust me! now go and win someoneâs heart!â
ââŠno. i donât think iâll be able to do it.â
âmust i do everything for you? how did you even get with charlotte in the first place?â charles grumbled in irritation, but still showed a grin on his face. glancing around the field, he spots you.
âwhat about her?â charles pointed at you, and hugo smacked his hand down.
ââŠâ
âso?â
âwoah.â hugoâs eyes widened, staring at you. it felt like cupid shot an arrow through his heart. your [hair color] shined from the sunâs glow, [eye color] eyes clear, lashes fluttering and the apples of your cheeks slightly flushed. you exhibit a gentle smile and a radiant soul, laughing lightly with chigiri. how come heâs never seen you before? has he just not been paying attention to your beauty?
charles giggled beside him, ruining the moment. âare you in love already? donât tell me youâre cheating on loki!â normally hugo would tell him to shut up, but heâs too busy admiring your face.
âi think itâs destiny.â he blurted out before he could stop himself.
âgo rizz her up! look i have these pickup lines and theyâre guaranteed to work!â charles swiftly unlocked his phone and pulled up a blog titled â10 rizzy pickup lines to get your girl.â
hugo peeked over, squinting at a particular one. âdid it hurtâŠwhen you fell from heaven?â
âthatâs a great one! be sure to say it with a really thick french accent. i heard girls find it charming.â charles gave him a playful wink, shooing him off. ânow go get your lady!â
hesitantly, hugo walked over to you, giving himself motivational pep talks in his mind. i can do this! he thought. you were engaged in a conversation with chigiri, and a part of him felt bad for interrupting, but itâs now or never and he really needed those rumors to stop!
tapping you on your shoulder, you turned your head to face him, eyes widening. ââŠdid it hurt when you fell from heaven?â
silence.
uh oh⊠did i do something wrong?
chigiri snickered, which turned into full blown laughter while your face turned red in an instant. âoh uhmâŠâ you started, voice quiet, avoiding his eyes.
âiâll give you two some space. bye y/n.â chigiri patted your shoulder, then dashed off. this traitor! now youâre left in an uncomfortable situation with hugo, who seemed indifferent about this whole thing which made everything even worse. taking your hands in his. he looked into your eyes with a look you canât quite explain. reluctantly, you looked back. were his eyes always this dark and his burgundy hair always this pretty? you are going to die!
âbe my girlfriend. weâre destined to be together.â he said, as if heâs not rearranging your entire world.
âwhat are you talking about?â you muttered, embarrassed. yes, you have a tiny crush on him, but this was all too much to comprehend!
âi like you. itâs love at first sight. please be my girlfriend.â
âyou donât even know my name.â
âyes i do. i heard it from chigiri. y/n right? please be mine.â gosh! how were you supposed to deny him when heâs acting all sweet like this!
âbut we donât know anything about each otherâŠâ the rational part of you is trying to reason with the impulsive side. itâs a stalemate.
âthen letâs go on a date tomorrow.â
suddenly, a blonde boy appeared behind hugo, putting his arm around his shoulder. âcharles what are you doing here?â hugo whispered.
âhelping you out! obviously!â he not so whispered back. he switched his attention towards you. his smile reminded you of a cheshire cat. âyo! please give my boy hugo a chance! i promise heâs a really nice guy!â
âuhmââ
âwhen he saw you he had like genuine heart eyes! and heâs never shown that to anyone except for lokiâow!â hugo elbowed him in his side, silently telling him to cut it out.
âjolie, please give me a chance.â maybe youâre crazy and moving way too fastâŠbut whatâs the worst that can happenâŠright?
âokay fineâŠiâll be your girlfriend.â you swear his eyes started sparkling.
âYESSSS!!!!â charles screamed out in joy, attracting the team, cheerleaders, and students. he patted hugoâs back, running around frantically.
amidst the chaos ensued, hugo only looked at your face, making you slightly nervous. âis thereâŠsomething on my face?â
âyes. beauty.â you started to heat up, looking away.
âare you always this straightforward? youâre gonna make me have a heart attackâŠâ you waited for a response, but none came. you glanced back, seeing how his eyes were trained on you, particularlyâŠyour lips?!
contemplating, you eventually decided to yolo. youâd be lying if you said you didnât want a taste too. âyesââ
you were immediately cut off by the press of his lips against yours. one hand moved to your waist and the other to the back of your head, locking you in place. gasps and shouts emerged, but the only thing you can focus on was him. although one particular screech did catch your attention, which youâre pretty sure was charlotteâs.
easing into the kiss, you closed your eyes, tilting your head and resting your arms around his neck. your lips moved in rhythm with his, passionate yet sweet and gentle. shortly after, you broke away for air, looking up at his clouded eyes.
âsorry. was that too much?â he lifted a hand, fingers caressing your cheek tenderly. you shook your head and smiled shyly.
âMY BOY HUGO HAS GAME!!!! HE GOT HIMSELF A GIRLFRIEND YAY!!!â charles came out of nowhere and jumped onto hugoâs back, slightly scaring you. hugo sighed, stabilizing him while saying a soft sorry to you.
looking around, you see everyoneâs eyes on the three of you, with chigiri staring in surprise, the rest of the team watching in amusement, the cheerleaders gossiping, the students recording, and, best of allâŠcharlotte beaumont gawking at you in shock, sadness, jealousyâŠand rage? you couldnât care less to be honest because now youâve got yourself your dream guy.
the following weeks was absolutely wild. the moment you walked into the building, people surrounded you asking if you really were dating THE vivian hugo. you said yes and walked away. the football team started coming up to you too as the day went on, and you climbed the popularity rankings quite far. but really, who cares about any of that? when you saw hugo at his lockers, you immediately called out his name.
âhugo!â as if on command, his head perked instantly, features softening when you came running over to him.
âhey, mon amour. whatâs got you so excited?â he put his arm around your waist, tugging you closer on instinct.
you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. âoh nothing. iâm just happy to see you, thatâs all.â
he kissed your temple sweetly. âiâm happy to see you too.â
âAWHHHH!!!â
âoh god not this againâŠâ you groaned.
âhugo and y/n sitting on a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!â charles began to sing, and even though you both claim to be annoyed, neither of you made a move to stop him.
àŠ sae itoshi x fem!reader ; clearly inspired by the movie "tangled" that is my favorite since i was a baby á„«áĄ
It wasnât normal. It absolutely wasnât normal.
Although the morning had started well, with pleasant sunlight pouring into the room through the large window, you had actually had a night full of nightmares. Not particularly terrible nightmares, things like getting stuck for hours on the hook your mother used to climb up and down the tower, but strange and depressing enough not to let you sleep for even a second.
You thought the sun today would improve your morning at least a little, and if you were lucky enough, your mother would come back with your favorite berries. The sun had actually made you get out of bed with a little more enthusiasm, but paradoxically it had also put you in this abnormal situation.
You had simply wanted to open the towerâs main window to make the room even brighter, however, when you leaned out you clearly saw someone climbing toward you using arrows. You firmly believed he hadnât seen you leaning out, so focused was he on climbing and not falling, but you?
You had clearly seen him.
And here you were now, holding a frying pan, with a person, actually the first one in your life besides your mother, sitting in front of you, tangled up in your hair. You had never actually seen anyone before, and your mother had always been clear in explaining to you that everyone out there was horrible. This man certainly was too, because what right did he have to enter someone elseâs tower? And besides, why would he have that crown in his bag? You knew your mother had all the knowledge in the world in her head, and apparently she was right when she said that people were horrible. Yet, however strange the situation was, everything was now under your control. At least, apparently. Enough for you to breathe a little more calmly.
His hair, unlike yours, was cut short and carefree, a reddish color similar to the one you used to paint the sunrise on the walls. He was clearly a man, physically different from you and your mother, much taller than you had expected from how you had seen him while he was climbing. With your frying pan you had given him a solid blow, and although the concept of death was somewhat foreign to you, for the first few seconds after hitting him you suspected you might have killed him.
Even though you were scared, you checked. He was still clearly breathing, but he hadnât regained consciousness even after at least half an hour. You sigh, holding the frying pan less tightly in your hands. Everything was under control, even if he regained consciousness, your grip around his body through your hair was far too strong for him to move. You were safe.
At least, thatâs what you thought. Suddenly, fear returned to you just in time to see him lift his head and stare at you, frightened. Teal irises were now staring at you, delicate lashes framing the edges of his eyes, which were now intensely scraping at your soul. Something stirs inside you, perhaps from the anxiety of actually meeting new eyes after years and years of absolutely nothing new, or perhaps because thereâs something else that you choose to ignore for the moment.
âWhatâŠ?â the boy whispers, his jaw clenched, probably because of the abrupt awakening or some lingering pain from the earlier blow. Instinctively you point your frying pan at him, taking a step back âSilence!â you shout louder than you actually intended, now gripped by a kind of fear. The boy closes his eyes, trying to move his hands, firmly restrained by your hair. Still somewhat frightened, you watch him struggle in search of freedom, until he finally gives up and looks back into your eyes âFree meâ he asks, though to your ears it sounds more like an order. You raise an eyebrow, puzzled âWhatâŠ?â you ask lowering the pan a little, but he does not relent âI told you to free meâ he says, his words laced with an authority he has no right to possess, considering that he is the intruder.
âNoâŠ!â you murmur, raising the frying pan again and shocked by his arrogance, which does not waver even after your refusal, in fact, it seems to grow âWho gave you permission to tie me up?â he asks, tilting his head, but you shake yours âAnd who gave you permission to enter my tower?â you shoot back immediately, though this only seems to irritate him further âThatâs what fugitives doâ he replies sharply, unable to move but speaking as if he still holds all the authority.
You grow more and more shocked by his behavior, and yet, even though he sounds so arrogant, he doesnât seem like someone who would physically hurt you. At least not unless he wants another frying pan to his face, a limit youâve never really set since the moment he entered here. If this boy is a fugitive, what is he running from? And if he is running, that means he comes from outside. He comes from the world hidden beyond these walls that have kept you here for years.
âWhere did you put my bag?â he asks, pulling you from your thoughts, and you find yourself shaking your head to clear them away and focus on whatâs in front of you âHuhâŠ? Your bag? What do you need it for?â you ask, knowing you placed it just a little behind you. His eyes widen âGive it back. And you should untie me too, thanksâ he continues, but it is precisely from his urgency that you realize he truly needs that bag. You take a few steps back, grabbing it without taking your eyes off him. The weight is considerable, and when you dangle it in front of him, something seems to snap inside him. He leans forward, causing the chair to shift slightly. You jump in fright, but from that very gesture, you realize that perhaps you are holding a power even greater than the one your hair already possesses. Your lips part in surprise, then suddenly press together as the thought crosses your mind.
No, that would be too risky. Your mother would come looking for you, and you donât want to disappoint her or make her angry. However the idea of touching grass, that green expanse that has surrounded you for years, is a desire you have carried within you for as long as you can remember having memories.
How much are you willing to risk to have a crumb of freedom?
You swallow, forcing down a large lump of saliva that holds more worry than liquid. You lower the bag, tying it around your waist, while you donât dare take your eyes off the boy in front of you, who is now watching you with a certain curiosity âI can give it back to youâ you say cautiously, taking a step forward and grabbing a large handful of your hair in your hand, the ones connected to the grip around his neck âBut you have to take me with you. From now onâ you say, ending up practically in front of him, tilting your face toward his. His eyes lower to look at you from below, until they meet your irises already fixed on him. He clears his throat, showing no sign of discomfort at the closeness, while youâre wondering what on earth you were thinking. Yet, something in the air shifts. You donât know if itâs the closeness of another person who isnât your mother, or because youâve always seen other peopleâs lips near your cheeks, maybe for a goodnight kiss, but never your own lips. Yet, you feel his breath as if it were your own, and is strange.
âWill you give me back the bag as soon as we get down from this tower?â he asks, and the words brush against your own lips. You shiver, nodding âOnly if you let me come with youâ
There is silence in the room, soon broken by a sigh. You pull your face back slightly, watching his drop for a few seconds before he lifts it again âWe have a deal. But you have to untie me if you want it to happenâ he says carefully measuring his words, while inside you an unprecedented surge of adrenaline explodes. Your breath catches in your throat as you let the frying pan fall to the ground and begin to untie him from the mass of hair that has kept him pinned. You are disobeying, yet why does it feel more like a reward than a punishment?
As you remove the last layer of hair, you take a step back, just enough to let him stand up. The boy frees himself from the final strands around his body, and when he finally rises, you realize you hadnât truly registered the height difference between you. You watch him brush dust from his shoulders, then let his gaze fall back on you âIf you need to take anything, do it now. We have to goâ he says, heading toward the main window, the same one he came in through earlier. You press your lips together, shaking your head and following him toward the edge of the opening âNo. We can goâ
You step closer, positioning yourself in front of him so you can tie your hair to the hook that allows your mother to climb up and down whenever she wants. What will she think when she calls for you and you donât answer? Will she be angry?
You donât think about it, at least not from the moment his hands wrap around your waist. You look up, embarrassed, while he seems unfazed as he sits you and him on the edge of the window, your legs dangling into the void âI think you need to hold meâ he says, while you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as he launches himself into the void. With one hand firmly along your back, leaving you pressed against him, and the other around the mass of your hair, you both plunge into the void. The jump keeps you anchored to him, even if it lasts far less than you had expected. You also expected him to let go, but instead he held you tighter than he normally should have. The sensation of emptiness lasts only a few seconds, abruptly replaced by a landing that almost bounces.
Still held close to him, the hand that had been gripping your hair to lower both of you down, is now behind your knee. You lift your gaze timidly, noticing how the tower is now above you, no longer beneath your feet. Your lips part slightly, revealing an immense expanse of green stretching out before your eyes.
âYour hair might come in handy, now that I think about itâ the boyâs voice says, making you lift your gaze toward him, though he still hasnât let you go. You feel your feet still dangling as his hand shifts from the upper part of your back to the lower one. You shiver, still unaccustomed to the contact, though it hasnât yet caused you discomfort. You are free after all those wishes, and you are with someone who holds you against him as if you were as precious as your magical long hair.
Hey! Could you please make a part two of love at first sight for Nishinoya? (I love him sm and Iâve read everything for him atpđ)
yes ty for making the request! part 1 here!
yu or you
nishinoya yu x oikawa!reader. fluff, crack ft bro oikawa
nishinoya started seeing you everywhere from that point on. there were several games that seijou didnât play where heâd catch you in the stands beside your brother in his cheap camouflage. he always tried to avert his eyes to maintain your hiding spot, but it was like gravity refused to let him pull his head away.
he knew you saw him. even high up in the stands, nishinoya could see the color flood your cheeks as you tried to duck your head and hide your face beneath your cap.
the match started soon after, and nishinoya refused to make a fool of himself in front of you.
they didnât need a third setâclearing the game in two. throughout both sets, yu found his gaze skittering into the stands. tanaka caught him once when they were swapped out and awaiting their return to the court, his attempt at smothering boisterous laughter behind a hand futile.
âbro, stare any longer, and your pupils are gonna shape themselves into her head.â
nishinoya huffed dreamily. âiâd never look away from my reflection again.â
now that they were free to exit the court, tanaka caught him by the shoulders and shook. âgo, my man! shoot your shot! ask her out!â
despite the playful lilt in ryuâs voice, yu straightened his spine and popped both hands confidently on his hips. âdonât wait up! but leave without me, and iâm never receiving for you again.â
ryuâs protests followed him as he darted toward the visitor stand entry and exit. he only came to a skittering stop when your figure appeared in the distance.
cue the romance ost, the glittering effects, the baby cupids and their love arrows. nishinoya stumbled over his feet as he approached you, your back turned to him and head bowed as if staring intensely at whatever was in your hands.
when he was close enough, nishinoya barely managed to utter a hesitant, âum,â before you were jumping and spinning around to face him. instantly, your face flushed with color.
âoh! um, itâs you again..!â
you said you meaning you, but noya heard yu and immediately brightened to a level that rivaled hinata.
âyes! itâs yu! w-what are you doing here..?â please say to see me, please say to see me.
sweat beaded your forehead as you look around for any onlookers. sure you were disguised, but it was a cap, and you are an oikawa. âjust. yâknow..! my, um, brother! yes! my brother wanted to see the competition..! which just so happens to be your team!â
nishinoyaâs disappointment was quickly offset once he realized the oikawa saw karasuno as competition.
pridefully, he stuck a thumb to his chest and lifted his head high. âhaha, thatâs right! we arenât a team to take lightly!â
he continued laughing and chattering on about how much the team has grown, how proud he was, and you couldnât make yourself look away. the passion in his tone was enough to bring a smile to your face, a soft one that brought him to a full stop once he noticed it.
you were fairly certain you saw steam floating from the spikes of his gelled hair as he declared, âyou have a really beautiful smile!â before bowing deeply and disappearing around the corner.
flabbergasted and heart going like a hummingbird, you watched until he was gone before slapping the sides of your face to confirm that this was reality. of course, that was when your brother and his best friend finally made their way out of the stadium.
âyou sick?â iwaizumi asked when he saw the coloring in your cheeks. you shook your head and ignored toruâs constantly little pokes to your head as he repeated for you to reply in an annoying voice.
blinking at the spot yu had just been, you stuck a hand out in front of your brother. âphone please.â
âiâm not gonna give you my phone because you said please.â
you looked over at him. he sighed dramatically and dropped the device into your waiting hand.
within seconds, you found kageyamaâs contact and formed a brief message.
you:
give me your liberoâs number
tobio-chan.. đ€źđ:
you canât have him
you:
this is yn
tobio-chan.. đ€źđ:
xxx-xxxx-xxxx
you:
ty!
you sent the contact to yourself and tossed the phone back, grinning evilly when your annoying brother had to scramble for it. when he looked at the content of the messages, your brother blanched.
âiâm too young to be an uncle again!â
double kicks to the back of the knees by you and iwaizumi were enough to silence him for the rest of the hour.
⊠â Imagine Zuko (24), the undoubtedly famous Fire Lord of the Fire Nation, who instead of loving a noblewoman from some important family, can only think about a runaway girl á„«áĄ
It was supposed to be yet another case where the intruderâs fate ended up in the hands of the ruler of the Nation, and yet things turned out a little differently. Or rather, your fate had been in the hands of Zuko himself for a long time, just not in the conventional way that all expected
Although it had emerged from countless battles in which the rigid rules of the kingdom had significantly softened, the nationâs governing system still dictated that any fugitive found in lands or colonies belonging to the Fire Nation had to accept whatever decision the Fire Lord made about their life. Those rules probably needed some updating too, but with your luck, you happened to arrive just when the old ones were still in force. Itâs not like you had chosen to run away from your kingdom voluntarily, but there were too many injustices where you came from
Brought before him at his feet, after a brutal capture that had drained all your energy, you were surprised not to have been immediately condemned to the harshest punishment. Zuko himself was astonished that, in your gaze â in that hint of impossible vengeance â he had recognized the strength of a flame. A strength he had searched in himself for years for many reasons, and which had come only with time, while in you, it burned without doubt or fear
Even though you did not belong to fire, you burned like it. That was exactly what Zuko was searching for the rebirth of his nation â new fire
Instead of being sent back or condemned according to the nationâs laws, you found yourself spending far too many hours recounting everything you had lived through up to that moment. You spoke of injustices, of punishments, of small and large rebellions that were often sparked by you yourself. You spoke with such intensity that Zuko â despite still being somewhat confused by his own decision to keep you within his lands for the time being â often found himself far too intrigued. Not by the revolutions, but by the way you shone with anger
And so the days passed, then the weeks, and finally the months. Hours upon hours spent walking through the royal corridors, long pauses just so you could reenact scenes of what you had lived through, mimicking movements that often even made him laugh a little. A gesture so natural to you, yet one that did not go unnoticed by the court advisers, who still remembered the figure of the once-angry adolescent, the now Fire Lord
Laughter that often turned into smiles, hands accidentally brushing as you walked side by side, or the long hours you both justified spending in each otherâs bed as a way to âsave timeâ and add more hours to your stories. Hours that often ended with hands on waists, lips against lips, fingertips that wandered along your neck that burned at hot contact, almost like a hickey
New fire, perhaps that was what you were to him. Something unknown, something he wanted to tame simply to assert dominance over what already, in a way, belonged to him. That was what you were, because there was no possibility that, in the enjoyment you shared together, the primitive form of fire could also emerge â love
At least that was what you thought, perhaps still with the mindset of having to run away even from the places where you felt good and kind of loved. If only you knew that it was precisely that running away that had made Zuko fall in love
