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[niishii]

joyride - [gris x fem!reader insert]

song; full moon by brandy

synopsis; your insomnia gets the best of you, so you ask Gris to help you fall asleep.

author's note; please enjoy!

warning(s); none, just fluff.

You couldn't focus. Most of all, you couldn't sleep.

In fact, sitting in the car next to Gris was making your insomnia worse.

Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from how he maneuvered the jeep. He had one hand on the wheel with a loose grip and the other resting on the center console, lightly tapping his fingers that occasionally brushed against your arm —a contradiction to how he normally drove on missions during the day. He was lightly humming to a nonexistent song you couldn't hear; the stereo devoid of Enjin's usual selection of Too Lily's music. Every so often Gris would shift his eyes from side to side and turn to glance at you—

"Sleep yet?"

"Nope," your head turned just in time before you could lock eyes with him. You looked out the window, your cheeks growing warm. It had been the third time in the past ten minutes that he had caught you staring at him.

"Are you comfortable? Am I driving too fast?"

"No, you're good. I'm just," you paused to yawn, "not tired."

Gris shifted, his arm nudging yours gently. "Give it some time, you're already yawning."

You took his words with a grain of salt. Yawning didn't mean you were tired, it was just a way of your body tricking you into thinking you were going to sleep. You had learned only a couple of weeks ago that your sleep had taken a hiatus. You blamed it on the missions but Eisha convinced you that it was more than just that. She was convinced that your body simply couldn't rest properly because of some sort of stressor.

But you hadn't experienced a recent traumatizing event - minus the numerous times Enjin got behind the wheel. You weren't stressed about anything in particular...unless you counted last week when you had to hold Rudo back from fighting Dear Santa over a tray of sweets. There just wasn't a single trigger you could think of that could contribute to the horrendous eyebags that managed to find a permanent home under your eyelids.

Fortunately, this conclusion prompted you to throw back the sheets and tip toe down the hall to Gris' room. You told him the predicament you were in and he took it upon himself to offer you a joyride in the jeep, in hopes of lulling you to a good night's rest.

With a dramatic sigh, you pressed the side of your face against the seatbelt, eyes looking out the window at the passing scenery of trash.

" I don't think this is working. I'm sorry to have bothered you—"

"You're not bothering me," he said, almost instantly. "So stop saying that. I'm glad to help. You need your sleep."

"And you need yours," you pointed out, turning your head to look over at him. He was wearing a smile that was riddled with amusement. "Your always helping everybody else."

Gris let his hand on the top of the wheel fall to the side. The jeep smoothly ducked around an incoming pot hole. "That's what supporters do, Y/N."

Without hesitation, his free hand found yours, the one resting on your lap comfortably. His hand was free of his gloves. You could feel his scarred palm gathering your rough knuckles into a soft bunch. You felt comfortable, safe. Dare you even say, supported.

An impromptu yawn interrupted your shared gaze and you briefly broke your hand away from his to cover it in embarrassment. Gris chuckled and put his free hand back on the wheel.

You looked away, butterflies creating a swarm in your stomach. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he said, eyes straight ahead now, a satisfied glint in his features. "You're looking sleepy already. Think it might be working?"

You leaned back, tucking your legs towards your chest and leaning against the seat sideways. Your eyes rested lazily on the side of Gris' face.

"Don't get too excited," You said, voice filled with playfulness. You reached over and lightly punched his arm, nearly cracking your knuckles against his dense bicep in the process. You groaned and tucked your hand into your oversized sleeve, your elbow now perched on the center console.

Gris rumbled with laughter. "But you've yawned like twice already."

"Yawning's a facade. I yawn all the time, doesn't mean I'm going to fall asleep," you said with a sleepy smile. "I don't know if this is working."

"Are you doubting my driving abilities, Y/N?"

You lifted a brow, sitting up a little straighter at his accusation. "Not at all. I'm just saying you might have met your match." There was no one else you could think of who could help you except Gris. After all, you felt the closest to him out of all the Cleaners. "Everyone says your driving puts them to sleep...maybe it just doesn't work on me."

You stifled another yawn, earning a grin from your driver.

Gris smirked. "You sure about that?"

With a playful roll of your eyes, you pulled your knees to your chest and pressed the side of your face against the seat cushion. You narrowed your eyes at Gris before your blinks grew a little slower.

"I'm sure," you mumbled. "See? I'm not even...tired."

You shuffled and crossed your arms, briefly letting your eyes close for a few seconds. Each time you opened your eyes, your view of Gris' face grew narrower and blurrier.

"Yeah," You heard Gris say during your final blinks, "I believe you, Y/N."

-

With careful precision, Gris closed the door of the jeep with his hip. He shuffled quietly towards the Cleaner's entrance. With a silent wave from Semui and a nod in return, he passed the front desk and headed for the back hallways. With each step he took, he made sure not to bolster much noise from the creaking floorboards.

He inched passed his locked bedroom and took a sharp left until he came to a familiar door that had been left cracked open, a sliver of darkness begging to be set free. With the toe of his boot he pushed open the door and maneuvered through the darkness, using the dimly lit hallway as his guide.

Your covers had been left wrinkled, tossed aside as if you had been boxing with sleep until you couldn't take it anymore. With a shake of his head, Gris lowered you onto the mattress. You mumbled something incoherent as he unlaced your shoes and set them on the floor.

Carefully, he reached over to pull the blankets back over, tucking the fabric securely around you as if creating a secure island. As he moved to straighten his posture, he swept his thumb over the prominence of your cheek.

You smiled in your sleep, shifting a bit. Not wanting to disturb your sleep, Gris vanished into the dimly lit hall, stifling a smile and a yawn of his own as he headed back to his room.

[niishii]

you snooze, you lose—fraken stein x fem!reader insert

Summary; in which stein attemps to find you guilty of sleeping while grading papers.

Warnings; none, just fluff!

Authors note; ask and you shall receive. thank you all for voting in my latest poll! expect another one soon!

"Getting sleepy, aren't we?"

You lifted your head from the stack of papers on your desk that were desperately in need of being graded. "Not at all. I'm just resting my eyes," you said, picking up the red pen that had somehow slipped from your fingers.

Stein scoffed, rolling towards your desk in the chair he sat in backwards. "Yeah, right, sleepy," he said, poking your cheek. "I saw you drooling."

Lazily, you slapped his hand away. "In your dreams, cheater. At least I'm actually grading papers." Playfully, you snatched the unlit cigarette from his lips and tossed it in the trashcan next to you. "Also, there's no smoking in my classroom."

Like a lost puppy, he braced his chin on his wrists and pouted, easing forward until his chair hit the front of your desk. You were now face to face with him, though you lowered your head back down to the essay you were in the middle of grading - right before he could place a kiss on your lips.

"But, I finished grading," he replied in playful defense.

You lifted your head and looked past his shoulder at the numerous stacks of paper haphazardly towered over a smooth wooden surface. You lifted a brow at your opponent.

"Okay...so I only graded one stack," he added quickly, sitting up in his chair, blocking your view of the mountain of papers behind him. "But at least I haven't snored yet."

"I do not snore," you said defensively as he began to laugh. In the midst of his contagious laughter, he threw his head back, the ceiling light reflecting off of his glasses. Before he could compose himself, he slipped and the chair went down with him in a loud crash.

Smirking, you peered over your desk at your boyfriend on the floor. Your chin resting in your palm.

"Aha! So you were sleeping!" He pointed at you from below, adjusting his glasses as if the chair had packed a good punch to his face on his way down.

"You have no proof," You said simply before standing from your chair. You turned to face the blackboard and began erasing your notes in hopes of getting more energy circulating through your veins.

"Ah, but I do, pretty," he replied, pulling himself to his feet. He wiped the dust from his lab coat and clumsily stepped over the squeaky chair before making his way towards you. Wordlessly, he took your wrist, the one erasing notes from the board, and held it up. "Exhibit A."

His thumb ran over the imprint marks from you leaning on your spiral bound notebook. The marks ran from the back of your hand to your forearm.

"So?" You gently took your wrist back and faced the board again. "Doesn't mean I was sleeping."

"Exhibit B," he said, continuing his charade. He reached out to touch your chin, gently turning your head to face him. His thumb swept just below your eyes. "Large pupils, droopy eyelids."

"Which indicate what, Stein?"

Stein smirked and whispered, "Sleep deprivation," before kissing your cheek.

You stifled a soft laugh and turned your chin away from his grasp. You playfully rolled your eyes despite the heat rising to your cheeks.

"And what's your final submission of evidence?" You asked before using your other hand to stifle an untimely yawn.

"Exhibit C," he said, pointing at you with a smirk.

Playfully, you swatted at him like he was a pesky fly, but he dodged your attempts easily. "Good thing you're a scientist," you mumbled in between yawns and giggles. "Because you'd be a terrible lawyer."

Nodding in agreement, he took both your cheeks in his hollowed hands and placed a kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, right. I'd be a fantastic lawyer, and you know it."

[niishii]

do you remember? [ a douglas hadine drabble]

word count; 255

warning(s); none just fluff.

"Do you remember when we thought the world was going to end?"

Doug expelled a breath, the side of your face sinking further against his chest. For a moment, his heartbeat stilled just before his lungs filled back up and his heart went back to work.

It was just the two of you, sitting on the edge of the world while your feet dangled above the people going about their lives below. The sun was stalling— its rays inking the sky in pink and purple—not quite ready to say goodbye for the day.

"I remember it like it was yesterday," Doug said after a beat of silence. You didn't have to look up at him to know the corners of his mouth were tilted upwards in a slight smile, but you did anyway.

Briefly peeling away from him, you playfully nudged his rib with a short laugh. He groaned, clearly still injured from the grisly stunts he pulled in Pakistan, but took your playful jab in stride by producing a subtle grin.

You gave him an apologetic look, about to distance between you so he could recover, but he was already pulling you closer to him, as if you were his band-aid that simply needed readjusting.

"It was yesterday," you reminded him before your head fell upon his shoulder for good measure this time. He kept your back steady with his arm, his hand massaging your shoulder gently in between his small, short-lived chuckles.

"Then how can I forget the day I almost lost you?"

[niishii]

Our Little Secret (MHA Drabbles)

warnings; none, just fluff.

Divider: @firefly-graphics header: images from pinterest

prompt; you're a teacher at ua who is also in a secret relationship with aizawa, hizashi, and toshi

✦ Aizawa Shota; Today was one of those days in which the quiet man with sad eyes and binding cloths covering half of his face sat on the couch alone—eyes glued to the news broadcasting channel—while you stood on the opposite side of the room nursing a cup of bitter-tasting black coffee. When the bitterness got too much for you, you tossed the paper cup in the trash and walked over to sit on the couch. He sat with his arms sprawled across the back of the couch as you sank into the cushions and resisted the magnetic force pulling you towards him. That magnetic force eventually manifested itself into a binding cloth, gentle wrapping around your shoulders and tugging towards the empty space against him. After a second or two of resisting, you gave in and settled against him, your head resting against his chest and your legs tucked underneath you as you snuggled against his side. Although risky, you both were comfortable as you both watched a couple of pro heroes being interviewed after saving a family from a gruesome fire. "How's your day going?" You managed to ask as his arm now rested along your shoulders, pulling you closer. "It's going better now, And you?" he mumbled, resting his head on yours now. You couldn't help but smile, your body relaxing as you two enjoyed each other's company for only a few minutes longer. "Same here. Much better," you replied. The two of you remained like that until the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. Unfortunately, you both were reluctant to leave each other's grasp.

-

✦ Hizashi Yamada; Sneaking around with him was nothing less than a thrill and a difficult task. At this rate you wouldn't surprised if the other UA instructors knew of your relationship given the many close calls you both had getting caught. Almost everyday when the students were dismissed for lunch, you found yourself migrating to his classroom. He'd be sitting at his desk, pretending to not be eagerly awaiting your arrival. When you saw you, he could never keep his voice down nor hide his excitement. As if he hadn't seen you in years, he'd spring from his desk and rush to you, his arms engulfing you into a hug before you could remind him for the umpteenth time that your relationship was to remain a secret. However, this warning does little to stop him from quickly pecking your cheek just before anyone in the hallway can catch you both in close proximity. During days when you can't find him in his classroom when the bell rings, he'll have one of his students deliver a note to you saying to meet him a secure location on campus during lunchtime. It felt like highschool all over again with the two of you sneaking around on school grounds to talk about your day and the progress you both were making with your students. Everytime you both parted, he'd quickly pull you close and kiss your forehead before whispering, "I'll see you later, babe." When the bell rings signaling lunch is over, you head back to your classroom, unable to wipe the chipper smile from your face.

-

✦ Toshinori Yagi; Resisting the urge to hold hands with Toshi as you both head for the teacher's lounge is more than you both can bear. Sometimes, if the coast is clear and no one else is around, he'll take you by the hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Unfortunately, you both don't want to deal with questions from your coworkers, students, or the media so you both quickly release each other's hands if someone's walking down the hall. You both find solace in the teacher's lounge, where you sit side by side and eat lunch together all while talking about your day. Occasionally he reach for your hand and squeeze it under the table in case someone comes walking in. Lunch goes by fast when you're with him. There never seems to be enough time to recap each other's day, because you both are two busy stealing glances towards the door everytime someone passes. When the bell rings, signaling your departure, he'll take by the hand and press a quick kiss to the back of it. "Enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful," He'd say just before the both of you go your separate ways for the time being.

[niishii]

haunted adventures with you—ft. haikyuu boys

summary; the boys go through a haunted house with you

warnings; just fluff

song; calling all the monsters -by thriii

*header images do not belong to me

author's note; happy fall!

"Heart thumps and you jump, coming down with goosebumps..."

"Shoyo...can we go through the haunted house?"

Asking Shoyo Hinata to go through a haunted house with you at the fall festival was a mistake. Of course, you were oblivious to the fact that he had been avoiding the haunted house all night. Between stuffing each other's faces with cotton candy and riding the same carnival rides countless times, you were unaware that a journey through the cheap haunted house was the last thing on Shoyo's mind.

"Sure, babe, let's check it out," he said, wanting to impress you. If there was anyone who would get scared, it was going to be you. At least that's what Hinata was banking on.

But, boy was he was wrong.

The moment you both stepped through the threshold and a man with a ski mask walked out with a chainsaw, the sound of your shrill-like scream was drowned out by a blood-curdling cry.

When he realized that he was the one screaming, Hinata looked at you and cleared his throat.

"What? He caught me off guard!" He said, waving his arms around as if to try and convince the entire haunted house that his scream was justified. You could only laugh and grab his hand before pulling him through the rest of the haunted maze.

The rest of the walk through the haunted house consisted of you and Hinata holding onto each other tightly as you both were in search of the exit.

Yeah, you both were never doing that again.

"You stayed in too late, to be getting afraid..."

"Hey, Toshi, can we check out the haunted house?"

Convincing Wakatoshi Ushijima to go in the haunted house with you took a lot more effort than you thought it would. It wasn't because he was scared (obviously) but it was more so because haunted houses weren't "his thing". In fact, the entire fall festival wasn't much of "his thing", but you managed to drag him on every single roller coaster and kiddie ride for the past three hours. And with every ride the two of you rode—even though he tried not to show it—you caught him smiling in enjoyment when he wasn't looking.

"I'll pass," he said, while juggling the giant teddy bear he won you from one of the carnival games; as well as two bundles of cotton candy. "I don't like haunted houses."

"Why? Are you scared?"

You both knew the answer to that question. If anything, the haunted house should've been scared of your boyfriend who stood over six feet tall and often wore a frown like his smile didn't exist.

Rolling his eyes, your gentle giant set aside the cotton candy and handed you your prize before taking you by the hand.

"Let's just get this over with. It's getting cold," he said.

You did your best to hide excitement as you gripped both the teddy bear and [insert first name's] hand. As you both walked past the creaky doors, a faceless man with long hair jumped out of the shadows, giving a guttural scream.

Just as you jumped and tucked yourself into your boyfriend's side out of surprise, you saw the haunted house actor fall to the ground. He was rubbing his head and peeling off his mask while muttering a bunch of expletives.

"Toshi!"

"Sorry," he said to you, seemingly embarrassed, though his expression made little difference to anyone but you. His lips were pursed, though his eyebrows were slightly raised as if he had seen a ghost. You and Ushijima took turns apologizing to the man.

The actor finally got to his feet, narrowing his eyes at both you and your boyfriend before he looked down at Ushijima's hand. "Whatever. Can I least have my chainsaw back?"

While holding in your laughter, you watched as your boyfriend handed the prop back to the actor who slid back into the shadows, muttering something about "not getting paid enough to do this". When he was gone, you hunched over and clutched your stomach as you laughed.

"I didn't know you were going to be this scared," You said once you were able to compose yourself. You clutched the large teddy bear in your arms and shook your head in amusement.

Rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time, he smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. "I wasn't scared," he said, pressing a kiss to your brow. "I was just trying to protect you. You're welcome."

This time, it was your turn to roll your eyes. "Whatever, Toshi."

And you for the remainder of the evening, you both wandered through the haunted house —you clutching onto your boyfriend's arm so he wouldn't accidentally injure another actor.

"Tetsu, let's go to the haunted house!"

"This scene's extreme, I'mma get you so scared..."

This man was a little too eager when you asked him to go with you through the haunted house. If anything, you were starting to regret asking him about it after he plastered on an overly confident smirk that was riddled with nothing but mischief.

"Heck, yeah. Let's go!"

It was too late for you to turn back now as he dragged you towards the entrance. You were skeptical knowing the haunted house would only boost his ego. You gripped onto his hand as you both entered the house. The floorboards creaked as you inched forward.

"You know you can hold onto me if you get scared, [your name]," he said, wriggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and shoved your boyfriend playfully, the action causing you let go of his hand.

"I'm not scared," You said, crossing your arms.

Amused by your overconfidence, Kuroo smirked. "Well, alright then. See you on the other side."

And like the childish boyfriend he was, he bet you to a race. The first one to get through the haunted house without so much as a scream was the winner. Of course you didn't have time to agree—or disagree—with this plan, because he was already walking down the hall.

You did your best to catch up, but he was already way ahead of you. You could hear his laugh echoing throughout the place as ghosts and skeletons popped out of nowhere.

After seconds of trying to find him, you ended up walking alone.

"Tetsu, this isn't funny. Wait for me," You said into the hallway that was lit with decorative skull lights. Crossing your arms you carried on, slightly annoyed that your boyfriend had left you to traverse through the haunted house alone.

The sudden cascade of creaking noises made you stiffen, but you did your best to ignore it. This was your first haunted house, and although it took a lot to scare you, that didn't mean you weren't at least jumpy from time to time. Stopping before another dark hallway, you looked around. Just as you looked over your shoulder, a set of arms grabbed you around the waist.

"Boo!"

You screamed as your boyfriend's laughter rang throughout the haunted house. It took you a moment to register that it was him, and when you finally did, you glared at him.

"That's not funny," You said, doing your best to hide your smile as you turned to face him.

"Yes, it is," he said, another laugh surfacing. "And since you screamed, you owe me a kiss."

Narrowing your eyes, you bit your tongue from protesting. As childish as he could be at times, you found it hard not to forgive him. Slowly, you rose on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. Before he could complain, you broke free as Kuroo, a pack of mummies, and ghouls chased you throughout the haunted house.

[niishii]

masterlist

✦soul eater - you snooze, you lose (stein)

✦haikyuu- fall beginnings (suguwara) ; haunted adventures with you (HQ boys)

✦my hero academia - our little secret (MHA drabbles)

✦yu yu hakusho - kurama headcannons

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tagged by buddahthebob

*10 facts about you: 1.Your nickname 2.Your eye color 3.Your hair color 4.One fact about you 5.Favorite color 6.Favorite place 7.Favorite celebrity 8.Favorite animal 9.Favorite song 10.Favorite book

1. Hmmm...well, my tumblr nick name is Deer Girl. My family calls me C.C., and my cousin calls me Clara to annoy me.  2. Brown 3. Dark Brown, borderline Black 4. I love Leonardo da Vinci, both as a historical figure and as an artist and an assassin's creed dorkadoodle. :) 5. Blue and Purple 6. Tough one.....I guess I would have to say my room 7. Robert Downey Jr. 8. DEER 9. I have so many favorites. Right now it's a tie between Centuries  by Fall Out Boy and Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. 10. My favorites change, but I love The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton.

The get to know better thing : 

Name: classified ;), sorry

Time and date of current moment: 2/1/15 9:33 PM EST

Average hours of sleep: between 5 and 7. 8 if I'm ever lucky

Last thing I googled: "list of Fullmetal Alchemist episodes"

Nicknames: already been stated

Birthday: February 13

Gender: Female.....but starting to lean towards non-binary?

Sexual orientation: panromantic asexual

Height: 5 ft. 7 1/4 in.

Favorite color: already stated

One place that makes you happy: places with a lot of sun

How many blankets I sleep under: 1 fleece and 1 thin blanket

Favorite movie: my faves always fluctuate, but I really do enjoy The Freedom Writers and Howl's Moving Castle. Currently though: The Book of Life (2014)

What I’m wearing: a tie-dye t-shirt and black Assassin's Creed sweat pants

Last book I read: my Geography text book

Questions that were in Buddah's post that I shall answer:

1. The first thing you would buy if someone gives you 1.000$? 

MY STUDENT LOANS

2. Choose a princess name for yourself:  ugh.....um....I guess I would be The Bone Queen:  my crown would be made of antlers of deer (who died of natural causes) and my palace would be tastefully decorated with the skulls and bones of deer and other animals I like (that also died humanely). I mean, can you just imagine really beautiful raven-skull door-knockers decorated with purple flowers against a white marble door? Gorgeous.

3. I wish I could:  Accurately translate what's in my head into my art and my stories. For my art, I always have the picture in my head, but it never turns out the same way when I draw it out. For my stories, I can actually see the plot happening in my head but I can never find the right combination for words that would accurately describe it.

4. If my family were squirrels: 

Cry, then find some way to turn them back. But in the mean time, I would totally make sure they were well taken care of and make sure they don't get run over by a car.

5. I’d rather be dead than…

watching one of my family or friends die. God, I don't want to think about that...

6. I wish my favorite band… 

could commission me to make their next album cover.

7. I think excitedly about: 

seeing and talking to my friends, and posting my stories. I especially love two of my friends in particular; and I looooove writing plot twists, fluffy scences, and angst that make my readers want more.

8. I really don’t give a fuck if …  you're of a different race or gender identity or sexual orientation. Like, why do people fuss over these qualities about people so much? People are people are people are people

9. Something nobody knows about you because nobody asks but you would love to tell: 

Umm....I guess that I love too much and too dearly, both to my friends and my family. Like, I want to tell people how much they mean to me, but I don't want to come across as weird or odd.

10. Honestly what would be your personal superpower? 

Super strength and super speed so I could protect my friends and family.

11. Sweets or pizza? 

PIZZA

Spell your name with songs:          It's classified for tumblr, but could contain these letters:

A: (The) Apology Song by Gustavo Santaolalla and Diego Luna

R: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

C: Centuries by Fall Out Boy

A: Animals by Maroon 5

I: Immortals by Fall Out Boy

I will tag.... snapaley, insaneskellington, niiishii, multifangirl69, and....I think that's it. Other people can answer this is they want to! :)