Grizzy + Metalhead S/o

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lt simon riley x hybrid!reader in which you're forced into his life and he cant handle it, ignoring your existence until you talk to inanimate objects to make up for it. angst ofc

sorry if this is lowkey bad, my writing has been flopping rn (inspired by a mdni’s work summary, i have removed the link because i am unsure as to how to address this properly.)

edit: i am aware that the og had more than a few similarities to the op who i credited’s work. I have responded here

The news of a hybrid being assigned to him was the worst possible, maybe even comparable to the time he had to wear full gear in the middle east. There was just something about it he didnt like, not that he wanted to stereotype their kind but some could be so clingy, so needy and to think he’s have that, following him around? . But what he hates more is the way you’re sitting outside his flat door when he hears the knock, wide eyes trying to entice him to your outstretched hand. Though unfortunately for you, he just closes the door again.

For the first week, you tried over and over again. He didn't seem to want to talk to you at all, let alone acknowledge that you were in his house. The only instructions he ever spoke was to not leave the house nor damage anything inside the house. It wasn't like you’d attempt to test either rules on purpose anyway. Instead, you tried to be useful by cleaning up where you could, even if you couldn't help but get distracted by how fun sliding across the freshly mopped floors were. Plus, blanket forts were so fun to make, what do you mean they made more mess? You switched to cooking soon after, attempting to make him breakfast except every time you tried to wake up early, he was always already gone. So, you wake up extra, extra early, finding out he wakes at five and so you wake up at four the next day. You decide on sizzled meat rashers, a fried egg and a toaster waffle because you don't really understand how the oven works. It’s not your fault his has so many funny buttons.

Unfortunately for you, his hearing is almost as good as yours, or perhaps he just never sleeps properly. That’s why he walked in just when you were nodding off in a bowl of cracked eggs, the time too early for a young one like you, even if you were well into your twenties. He left the house with a slam that day.

After that you stopped trying, noticing it to be clearly obvious that he didn't want anything to do with you in the slightest. He didn't even glance at you, or ask if you wanted to eat anymore. The only reminder that you actually lived here were the remnants of your fur on the fluffy pillow that was your bed, and your name written on your pre-bought meals since he didn't trust you in his kitchen anymore. Questions were left to hang in the air, soft whines echoing around the empty room each night and only the dim TV for company.

Ghost had returned early today, a problem in base had left the place in slight disarray and the task force thought it’d be better if they just packed up for the day, maybe do paperwork at home instead. He clicks open the door, surprised to actually hear noise in the usually silent flat, though he’s already dreading whatever mess you’ve cooked up. As he enters the hallway, the noise becomes clearer, sounding like a voice, your voice, actually. “This is a super secret covert meeting, alright everyone? No one can know!” You squeak, and he’s raising a brow, mind already jumping to conclusions of you being a double agent sent to spy on him. He should’ve known they’d pull a dirty trick like that, especially with how Graves has been acting, there’s bound to be others to follow. But to infiltrate his own home is something that brings him great anger, making him all the more silent when he sneaks around the house, mind running through potential ways he’ll interrogate the information out of you.

A double agent was far too much credit for you though. You were just a silly animal who was sitting on the sofa opposite a tatty teddy bear, a pillow with a messily drawn paper face stuck to it and a t-shirt that you had draped over a pillow, the cartoon cat staring back at you. They have mugs in front of them, albeit not full of anything apart from your own mug of tea. “Just kidding, let’s order then we can start.”

You hum, pretending to take a list from the bear though it’s actually those takeaway menus that come through the letterbox. He watches carefully as you pick up one at random, eyes squinting as you attempt and almost fail to read the text. Facilities never bothered with educating their hybrids, only intent in teaching them the arts of being loyal and desirable so they’d get their pay.

“Men….u? St.. art…eer?” It’s near impossible to understand any of it, and eventually you have to put it down, huffing out a complaint. “Okay fine, i can't read at all.” Frustrated, you pull off the t-shirt, leaving the pillow to fall on the floor. You’ve watched countless videos, only with the help of the voice recognition function on the remote control, and have attempted daily for this whole week. “So what have you guys done this week?”

He notices now that you have the tv displaying an episode from those random TV series, you probably don't even know the name of it. You’re almost attempting to recreate the same scene of the friends sitting around the table, eyes flickering at the TV as you eye how they sit. You mimic a squeaky voice, holding the teddy bear by the scruff as you move its head around. “I went to the park with my handler.”

Somehow your eyes light up despite the fact you had made that up yourself, clapping your hands together. “Wow, I love the park! I wish I could chase the squirrels…” Your expression falters for a second, eyes drooped until you shake your head, moving to puppet the pillow in the middle instead. “I went to the movies with mine, and then we got icecream.”

You smile again, retracting your hand and placing it on your hips. “Damn, icecream too! ..Um.. It doesn’t matter what I did. We should do something together, but it has to be something easy.. and not too fun because if we leave a mess Simon will be mad.” He almost feels bad, but it’s not his fault, you will make a mess, and he’s already tired enough as it is. What he hadn't expected was what you’d say next.

“I don't think we’ll be able to do these meetups anymore guys.” You mumble out, frown growing on your lips as you puppeteer the bear. “What, why?”

“I-i think I’ll be getting kicked out soon. Or maybe I should just run away.. Should I? I mean, it’s not a totally bad idea and Simon won't have to deal with me!”

You stare back at the two fake people in front of you, the silence hanging heavy in the air until you reach forward, plucking the paper smiley face off the pillow and sticking on a sad face instead. “I know, I know— running away is bad and I'll only get hurt. What else then?”

The silence is long again and for once Simon can feel the distraught look on your face as you clench the hem of your loose sweater, nose wrinkled. It’s clear you’re not feeling too good, especially if you’ve resorted to talking to your own stuffed animals about running away to make him happier. It’s a pitiful sight to say the least but he can't blame you either, he’s purposefully ignored every single one of your feeble attempts to talk to him. It’s not like it helps that you’ve been cooped in a house for two weeks straight, not able to talk to anyone else. Now that he’s forced to notice, forced to think about it, it’s clear he’s torturing you, in some sick unintentional way. You’re locked away, a prisoner, a ghost— someone no one even knows exists despite how much you cry and beg for a sound to be made.

The small shuffle of your steps is sad, the way you put everything into position perfectly in case he gets annoyed, not that he’d ever express it anyway– sometimes you wish he just would say something, anything. But he doesn't, and you take the tatty teddy bear, hugging it to your chest. Not even your tail can bring you much warmth, the matted fur rough against your skin as you’ve failed to upkeep it’s maintenance the more miserable you grow.

You wont stay here for long, you’ll be moved elsewhere and grow older, less ‘desirable’ as you lose all your hybrid fluffiness until you’re finally left on the streets, scavenging bins for food like your parents did. A cycle that only repeats for you.

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part 2 (coming soon, ask to be tagged)

other hybrid drabble i did

venus; chapter eight; sorry

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"yn, oh my god i'm so glad you're okay!" kiyokos arms wrapped around her hugging her tight. yn sunk to the ground with kiyoko, her arms still incasing her bestfriend. kiyoko had somehow, found her on a whim, in the middle of some godforsaken park. yoko had no clue what'd drawn her there, she just knew she had to check.

god she was so stupid. maybe she was just attention seeking like her boyfriend said. it wasnt even that big of a deal now that she thinks about it. yn didnt even have any tears left to cry, she just felt so burnt out. so done. so over everything. she heard patter of more feet running towards her, she knew her other friends were saying stuff to her but all she heard was muffled words. so entraped. until.

until she saw him.

messy black hair and a masked face crouched down in front of her, eyes full of worry. why was he even worried? honestly he didnt even know. her and sakusa werent even that good of friends, didnt talk much, when they did very few words were exchanged. maybe a hi, hows your day. but thats it. but for some reason. kiyoomi was seeing her in a new light. he knew his best friend kinda sucked. but he honestly didnt see how much until she yelled in his face about 7 hours ago. atsumu not even caring that his girlfriend was upset with him, and for good reasons at that. sakusa looked at the bloodshot eyes and the mascara stains on her cheeks, he just wanted to make her feel better. make all her worries go away. but he knew it wasnt that easy, it never could be that easy.

"im so sorry."

the words hit yn like a bullet train. she didnt know why either. and why was he sorry. he had nothing to be sorry for, he wasnt the one that made atsumu at like a good for nothing stuck up bitch. but those words. she hasnt heard them in so long. not from atsumu. not from her parents. not from her friends. not from anyone. he was the first person that she heard those words from in years and it hurt. her heart hurt. they just stared at eachother as yns friends coddled her, asking her if she was okay and if she needed anything. when all she needed was an apology. and she got it. from someone that hadnt even hurt her in any way. but why did it feel so meaningful.

"is he here."

was all she asked. words passing through her friends and going directly into kiyoomi's ears. he looked down and then shook his head. she just sighed. she didnt have enough energy to cry. not even an ounce to let out a quick sob. and honestly if she did, she didnt even know if she would've cried. she knew he wouldn't've been there. but just hearing it kinda just sealed the deal for her. he doesnt care. he never has. and he never will. his best friend that she barely knows cares more then her boyfriend of five years. she just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. "i know its not what-" "i dont care anymore." she cut him off, sakusa kinda taken aback by it, but he understood. atsumu was shitty. not only was he a shitty friend, he was a shitty boyfriend. a shitty person.

note: cute little chapter am i right 😸

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02. rip pedro ♡

Part of you almost forgot how violent ice hockey could get, watching the practice as people are ramming each other into the barriers or over onto the ice — and these people were teammates. You hate to think about how they treat people they don’t know.

You’re sat on a bench a few rows back beside Akaashi, who keeps glancing between the rink and his book in his lap. He keeps commenting on the plays, gesturing to each different player on the rink with ease. You, on the other hand, can’t find Bokuto for the life of you. You just keep noticing everyone shoving each other, the puck being violently flung across the air. You’re grateful when the whistle blows and they gather in a circle around their coach for a couple minutes.

“See that guy with the number one on his shirt?” Akaashi lightly nudges you and points to the only person still on the ice. “That’s Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi slides the puck across the ice before slamming it into the goal with an insane amount of strength. He skates forward to take it back, skating around the rink to get it in the other goal.

“Do you want me and Bokuto to wait for you?”

You shake your head and pick up your bag and skates from the floor. “No, it’s okay. Even if he says no, he can’t stop me from using it for the next…fifteen minutes. Thanks, though.”

You make your way down the steps and take a seat on a bench by the gate, changing into your skates. Ignoring the looks you get from passing members of the hockey team, you stand up and step out onto the rink.

Your presence is instantly felt by Iwaizumi — or maybe it was the sound of the gate closing that notified him. Either way, he skids to a halt and turns to face you. Though you can’t see what he looks like through his helmet, you can feel yourself shrinking under his stare.

“Can I talk to you?”

He shrugs his shoulders and removes his helmet, waiting for you to approach him.

Withholding your sigh, you reluctantly skate towards him as slow as possible. All you can think about is how badly you wish he kept the helmet on; he looks as if he may kill you. When you stop as far as possible from him, he eyes you up and down like you’re the most disgusting thing he’s seen.

Instantly, your nerves are replaced by anger. Fuck you, then. With the fakest smile you can muster, you rest your hands on your hips and look him straight in the eye. “My name’s y/n, I’ve transferred from Tokyo. I’m a championship skater, I’ve been the top in Japan for the last three years and I plan to make it four. I can’t do that unless we can come to an agreement about sharing the rink. Just two hours a day is all I and the other figure skaters, need.”

“We only practice two hours a day. The rink is open for you the rest of the time. Why is this my problem?” Iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders and leans on the stick beside him. “I’m sure you can figure it out yourself, you look smart. Unless that’s why you got transferred?”

A scoff slips out, which clearly doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m a good student. Like, really good. But I don’t think that matters when it comes to designating time on the ice. I would like to suggest that the figure skaters get two hours in the morning when it opens, and after that we can share the rink. How does that sound?”

Once again, Iwaizumi eyes you up and down. He pulls his helmet back on and backs away. “In your dreams, princess. If you’re that desperate, there’s about ten minutes until the rink shuts. Make the most of it.”

# fun fact !

when he turned around, y/n couldn’t help but sneak a peak at his ass

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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TELL THE ANGELS NO… 💌

February 14th, AKA — Valentine’s Day. I mean it was supposed to be just another ordinary day. That is until you find a letter slipped into your locker. Is this another prank… on Valentine’s Day? Seriously…? I thought secret admirers only appeared in movies.

꣑ৎ NOW FEATURING ★ HAIKYUU :: Oh we’re going old school now? What’s this Letter peaking out of your notebook… who put that there?

KAGEYAMA.T - HINATA.S - NISHINOYA.Y - KENMA.K - KUROO.T - BOKUTO.K

Cupid’s game instructions

FEB 14TH 2025 :: 9:26AM You weren’t expecting to find a little red valentines themed letter slipped under your worksheet today. After furiously scribbling down notes and getting up to demonstrate to the class somehow, it completely escaped your notice that someone had shoved an envelope right under your nose. How did you not see that? More importantly, how did you not see who it was?

Your fingers hover over the envelope, but you hesitate. Who could it be from? Some bored classmate who thought they’d try their hand at romance? Or maybe a new type of prank, like a “romantic mystery” you didn’t sign up for? Maybe it’s just a coupon for a free coffee or something.

With a sigh, you finally grab the envelope and pull it out, unprepared and confused for what lay behind it.

LETTER 01 ★ LETTER 02 ★ LETTER 03

★ LETTER 04 ★ LETTER 05 ★ LETTER 6

👩‍🎤 I'd love to be added- I absolutely love star wars.

Fandom Friday, 08/09: Fanfiction

Hello again, everyone...and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we go into the list...I just want to repeat that I'm updating my tag list, so that I can continue to reach those who are interested and possibly strike everyone who isn't from the roster. So, if this still describes you, just drop a rockstar emoji (👩‍🎤) into the comments or reblogs, and I'll keep on tagging you. If not...just don't like, reblog, or respond to anything, and I'll be sure to scratch you off.

And so, without further delay, here are my fanfiction picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @st4rsnf1cs:

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My Family is Elsewhere

Pairings: Rex x Mando fem! Reader Summary: you had saved Rex from a crashed republic ship and got him help. After that you couldn't stay aw

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @vodika-vibes:

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That's What Family Does

Okay, silly ask and you can decline if you don’t do the pregnancy stuff! But I was thinking a Crosshair x reader where they were an item pre

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @green-alm0nd:

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[Crosshair X gn!reader]: Bigger picture

---- ---- Summary: After Crosshair joined the Empire, your relationship has been complicated, especially since there was palpable and unreso

THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY

The Original Trilogy Fanfiction--By @tsotf-fic:

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♚ chapter 1 - when stars collide ♛

i. sisters "Are you sure the feathers are necessary?" Leia asked as her attendant droid, WA-2V, laced up the back of her bodice. A cloud o

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @stardust-and-snickerdoodles:

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you're not in the dark; but far from the light pt. 1

fandom: The Mandalorian pairing: Din Djarin x Reader summary: After a bounty hunt gone wrong, Din must take care of your wounds and watch ov

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @whxtedreams:

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The Hunter and His Witch

A Witch Hunter!Din Djarin x witch!reader oneshot Summary: The task assigned to him by the lords was a simple one, whether her body was brou

AHSOKA

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @illuminatedquill:

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Random Musings

Short Story Summary: Hera Syndulla arrives at Sabine and Ezra's comm tower to drop off the first print editions of their personal trading

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every week, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, good morning, and good luck.

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06. don’t blame me

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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press start! — bonus #2

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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a/n: ahhh icb press start is already over 🤧 thank you all to everyone who read this series and to everyone who took time to send such sweet messages 🫶

a/n 2: also yes this is 100% self indulgent for my love for kuroo tetsurou

sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter seven; chrome tf up.

contents word count; 2,353. UNSAFE DRIVING PRACTICES; i do not endorse having more people than seats in a car while driving, please be safe. piercings. profanity. weird laugh nishinoya supremacy. making fun of kuroo’s age… again. oh also, kagehina implied.

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“Well, that was bad.”

You can barely resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Yeah, no shit. I can’t believe I talked all that shit just for us to lose. Horribly.”

Nekoma lost. Somehow, they managed to lose 25-12 in both sets. They didn’t need to play a third because of their loss in the first two. The whole team had walked to the locker room dejected, but Karasuno had practically skipped into theirs with delight.

Tetsuro leans against the wall, and you mirror his actions, crossing your arms over your chest. Just down the hall, you can faintly hear the song Sticky playing on a speaker, paired with a few voices screaming along to the lyrics. It makes you want to roll your eyes even more. Cocky sons of—

“It wasn’t that bad,” Tetsuro tries to argue, shrugging his shoulders. “Kenma had a few good sets. ‘Tora  looked like he was working overtime. I bet he’ll feel that shit tomorrow.”

You don’t answer. Your eyes are trained on a poster in front of you, of the volleyball team. You take a few steps closer and scan the paper—not looking for Tanaka. But, your eyes do happen to land on him, and you don’t look away.

If you’re going to be honest, he looks stupid. His grin is too wide and his eyes are squinted shut and his chin is pointed up and his biceps aren’t even that big so you don’t know why he’s flexing and—

“Ramen? Again? Brother, you gotta get some real food in you, or you’re going to keel over and die. Seriously. I bet Saeko will make us some food tonight.”

It doesn’t sound familiar, but you know who it is. It doesn’t sound like how you pictured it to sound, but you know it’s Tanaka’s raspy voice bouncing off the walls. 

And when you try to look in his direction, you can’t.

It’s like your feet are cemented to the ground, head stuck in one place. You’re not even staring at the poster anymore, just spacing off into the wall. You don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous, but you hate it.

“Kuroo? Holy shit, no wa—” The voice cuts out and somehow you know his eyes are on you. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

The cringe that shoots through your body is enough to shake you from your nervous state. Your face scrunches up and you turn around to finally look at him. “What are you, an anime character?”

He opens his mouth, probably for some stupid retort, but his words die on his tongue. For a long, stretched out moment, he just stares at you.

Awkwardly, you clear your throat. “What? Do I have something on my face?” He shakes his head and you look away, nodding once. “Okay, cool.”

“Dude, you’re being lame as shit right now.” A whisper, a different voice. Tanaka makes a sound of pain and from your peripheral vision, you can see Nishinoya elbow him in the stomach. “Chrome the fuck up.”

Tanaka scoffs, but it kind of turns into a snicker. “So, uh,” he clears his throat, shifting his backpack on his shoulders, “what are we waiting for? Aren’t you guys coming to my house? For Saeko, or whatever?”

“Kenma,” you and Tetsuro say at the same time. You share a glance, then shake your head. “We’re waiting for Kenma,” you say. “He takes forever in the locker room.”

Tanaka nods, rocking on his heels awkwardly.

The situation almost makes you laugh. Tanaka was so brave over text, and now? He’s acting like a middle schooler. You have to look down at the ground so they don’t see the smile on your face.

Finally—finally—Kenma comes out of the locker room, bag slung over his shoulder, eyes glued to his phone. What an iPad kid.

“You’re such an iPad kid,” Tetsuro says, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been waiting for, like, fifteen minutes. How difficult is it to change clothes?”

“I’m a minor, please stop talking to me.” Kenma doesn’t even look up from his phone. You snicker slightly and bump his shoulder as he walks past. At that, he looks up. “Are we leaving, or what?”

“If by leaving you mean going to Tanaka’s, then yes.” You nod, then look over at Tanaka and smile. “Well? Lead the way.”

You don’t know how or why, but somehow you pick up two more kids on your way out: Hinata, Kenma’s orange-haired friend, and Kageyama, Hinata’s freakishly quiet friend. Though, you use the term friend loosely, because you don’t think they can really be friends when Kageyama looks at him like that.

And then, somehow, Tanaka convinces everyone to pile up into one car. Seven people in a five-seater car. Tanaka is driving, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, and Nishinoya and Hinata are sitting on the ground in the backseat, while the other three sit in the actual seats. It’s not safe, by any means, but it is fun when a good song starts playing and everyone starts belting the lyrics. They’re all yelling over each other, Tanaka can barely keep his eyes on the road, the two on the floor are complaining about their backs, Tetsuro keeps saying that they’re going to get pulled over, and you haven’t stopped laughing since you got in the car.

You keep glancing over at Tanaka, though not on purpose. It’s like there’s a string that keeps pulling you towards him, a feeling you’ve never felt before. He’s so . . . in his element. He’s making people laugh, surrounded by friends—this is what being truly confident in yourself looks like. And he has that right, to be 100% confident. Admittedly, you watched him on the court more than you watched your own team. There’s something so enticing about him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

Eventually, you make it to his house. It’s a small house, but it’s nice. The inside isn’t decorated too much, but there are quite a few pictures hanging on the walls and sitting on various end tables and cabinets. Tanaka and his sister when they were younger, them and their dad at theme parks, school pictures—you can’t help but notice the lack of a mother in the pictures. You press your lips together and stop looking at them.

All of the boys pile into the house and it suddenly hits you that you’re hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys. You scrunch your nose up and quietly sigh. Where’s Saeko when you need her?

“Saeko! Your client is here!” Tanaka’s voice is much too loud for how close everyone is to him, but he doesn’t seem to care. When no one calls back to him, he takes a deep breath and shouts louder. “Saeko!”

The sound of a door crashing open echoes throughout the house, then stomps coming from further inside the house. You’re all still standing by the front door, talking about different things. 

“What do you want, you little twerp?” A voice rings out. Saeko. You smile at the name calling. “I try to have a little peace and quiet while you’re gone and—“ she stops talking when she comes into view. “Oh.” She blinks a few times, taking in the teenagers in front of her. “Yeah, thanks for telling me we had guests, Ryuu.” She smiles sarcastically and you snicker. You love her already.

“Hi,” you say, bowing slightly. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. Thank you for, uh, agreeing to pierce me? It was very nice of you—especially since it was such short notice.”

“Oh, I like you.” She smiles and hums. “Also, please don’t bow. I’m older than you, but I’m not old. Just treat me like a friend. Actually, we’re friends now. You can call me Sae. Come on, let’s get this shit set up.”

She turns on her heel and begins to walk the way she came from. You glance back at Tetsuro and raise your brows. He shakes his head and sighs dramatically. “Mom is so going to kill us,” he mumbles.

And then your eyes unconsciously flit to Tanaka. You’re half-surprised to see that he’s already looking at you, a small, crooked smile on his face. You can feel your face heat up and you look away. It’s so pathetic how he makes you feel. You follow Saeko’s footsteps, to where you think she went.

You find her in the bathroom, where a few piercing tools are laid out on the sink. You swallow hard upon seeing them.

“It’ll be fine,” Saeko reassures as she pulls on a pair of black medical gloves. She pops a bubble with the gum you didn’t know she was chewing. “You look like a tough cookie.”

There’s a stampede of footsteps down the hallway that stops right before the door. You turn around to find all the boys staring into the bathroom, eyes wide.

“Hey! Don’t you guys know what privacy is? Jesus, get outta here!” Saeko flails her arm in their direction and a few of them flinch.

“No, no. It’s okay!” You reassure, laughing a little. “They can stay, I don’t mind. But if they make fun of me for crying like a baby, will you kick their asses for me?”

She snickers, and nods. “Hell yeah.”

One of them audibly swallows and a wave of laughter rolls over the boys. You laugh too, glancing at Tanaka to see him smile. Jesus, you are so screwed.

“Okay.” Saeko claps her hands together and sighs quickly. “Can you sit on the counter for me? I have to sanitize your nose.”

You nod, not hesitating to hop up on the sink. She wipes your nose down with an alcohol wipe. It kind of burns, but you don’t say anything. She tells you that the instruments she’s using are sanitized, which is why they’re in a bag.

And then she puts a dot on your nostril, where she’s going to pierce. You look in the mirror, check the placement, and accidentally catch Tanaka’s eyes. He gives you a small, encouraging smile and it really does calm you down. 

“Looks perfect,” you say to Saeko, smiling nervously. “In your professional opinion, how much will this hurt?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head. That doesn’t really help much, though, because she has about thirteen visible piercings and you’re sure her pain tolerance is much higher than yours. She puts the clamp in place and raises her brows. “Ready?”

You glance to the doorway, where all the boys have worried looks on their face, and take a deep breath, letting your eyes fall shut. You keep them like that and say, “as I’ll ever be.”

The next few seconds seem to pass in slow motion. You can’t see anything, but you can sense her hand coming closer to your face. The needle touches your skin and you almost flinch, but resist. There’s a sharp pain and then—

“I’m gonna put in the jewelry now, ‘kay?”

There’s some more jostling of the clamp and then something else slides into place. The clamp leaves your nose and then you can no longer feel her hands by your face.

Slowly, you peel your eyes open. Saeko is smiling at you, wide and almost unhinged. “All done,” she says. “Take a look.”

You turn around and look in the mirror once again, the blue dot now replaced by a stud. There’s redness, but no blood. You turn your head a little, looking at it from the side and from the front. It looks good—you look good.

A small giggle escapes your mouth and you smile, wider than ever. “Oh my god,” you mumble. You turn back to Saeko and laugh. “My mom is going to kill me.”

“You look so cute, though,” she shakes her head, pressing her lips together. “Maybe if you wear a Kakashi-style mask, she won’t notice.”

“A sheisty, if you will.” It’s the first time Tanaka has spoken in a while, but his comment gets a giggle out of you and makes him smile. God, that stupid, stupid smile. 

“If you will,” Nishinoya repeats, doubling over in laughter. Was it really that funny? His laugh is weird and loud and so ridiculous that everyone else starts laughing. When you laugh with them, you feel like you’re where you belong.

“Okay, who’s hungry?” Saeko asks, halting the laughter of everyone. Simultaneously, everyone’s hands shoot up in the air. “Right. I’m cooking for a small army, got it.”

The food Saeko makes is ridiculously good. The boys practically eat the Tanaka’s out of house and home with how much they consume. The table is completely full, more laughter filling the house.

You belatedly realize that Tanaka is really funny. You also realize that, yeah, you like him. And it’s not some huge moment, where time slows down and a romantic song plays in the background. 

You realize it as he looks at you, smiling, and you snort out a laugh when you spot some food stuck in his braces.

“What? What’s so funny? I didn’t even say anything.”

“You have—” you can’t even finish your sentence. You gesture to your mouth, hoping he gets the hint, but he just tilts his head. “There’s— oh my god.”

He laughs too, but it sounds more confused than yours. “You’re starting to freak me out, Y/n. What are you laughing at?”

“There’s food in your braces!” You finally manage to say. You have to set down your bowl so you don’t spill anything—that’s how hard you’re laughing.

His face turns bright red and he moves so fast that he spills his bowl of food all over his lap. He stands up quickly, hissing at how hot it is. And, of course, that only makes you laugh harder. 

And then it hits you. You like this kid. You like his stupid jokes and his stupid smile and his stupid braces and the stupid way he moves on the court and the stupid way he’s able to make you laugh so easily.

You are so astronomically fucked.

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The Creek - Evan 'Buck' Buckley x reader 2/?

Summary: after a nasty storm rolls in, you and Chris decide to try and leave your sightseeing trip, until tragedy strikes, and Buck and Eddie are forced to make a rescue they never anticipated

Warnings: ..none really other than you almost dying 0.0

A/n: this has not been edited or proof-read :) lmk what you think <3 or what you wanna see happen in the next part :)

You and Buck decided to keep things private, just between you two for now, just until you got out of the honeymoon phase of a new relationship. Until then, you found it fun to sneak out, it made you both feel like teenagers again, but at the end of the day, you always met Buck at his apartment, cuddling up with him on the couch for dinner, before finally going to bed.

You and Chris were spending the day together while Eddie and Buck went to work. It was so far a good day, you took Chris to an ice cream stand, before going to a local tourist attraction. You knew Chris always wanted to fly, so you decided to take him up to a skyscraper, letting him view out of the windows to see the city below "Ya know, if you look super close, you could see dad's work" You whispered to him, pointing out the tiny firehouse in the distance, smiling knowing the man you admired so much was out there saving people. As you looked up though you saw something that made you gulp, large storm clouds rolling closer and closer to you, you knew how dangerous being this high in a building could be, and you weren't even on the top floor.

The building swayed with the wind, the metal and steel whining and groaning under the stress, Chris started to stumbled, causing you to reach out to help stabilize him so he didn't lose his balance "Come on, let's get lower before the storm gets worse" You encouraged, nudging Christopher to the elevators, as you both loaded in, and the elevator started its decent, loud crackles emitted from above you, the power and movement cutting out at the same time. Christopher grabbed your arm tightly "Y/n?..What's happening?" He whimpered, you wrapped an arm around him kneeling down "It's okay, bud, I promise, we just have to be brave like dad and Buck" You whispered, trying to shake the feeling something terrible was about to happen.

"118 we have a distress call coming from the skyscraper downtown, floor 53, caller says a window has busted and the level is flooding with rain water, be advised, there is a wind advisory, so winds will be powerful up there" Maddie's voice rang through the walkie's as the team finished up a small brush fire. "Got it, show us responding" Bobby replied, motioning everybody to load up and move out.

You took a deep breath trying to hide your fear as the elevator started to fill with water, you could tell something was wrong with the floor above "Okay, it's okay, we're gonna...uh..get you up on the railig beore the water gets above your chin any higher, okay?" You whimpered nervously, helping Chris onto the hand rail that was slightly above water, watching his feet slip and slide against the metal, you moved to stand in front of him "You're okay, I'm right here, I won't let you fall, Christopher" You promised, your lips turning blue, and the feeling in the toes and fingers slowly vanishing "We should be fine now! I'm s-sure your dad will be here to save us in no time" you tried to hold back your tears, but your body was freezing to the point it was starting to become painful now.

It had been about five minutes before you started ti get another bad feeling, a slight buzzing was erupting in your body, and you couldn't tell why, until the button panel sparked, sending hundreds of volts of electricity through the water, sending you straight into an unconscious state, leaving your body floating gently above the water. "Y/n? Somebody help!" Christopher cried out, trying to shake your body, desperate for you to wake back up.

Hen, Eddie, and Buck rushed the side of the building, realizing they wouldn't be able to open an doors, they'd have to scale the side of the building to get to the flooded floor. As Bobby gave the go-ahead tug on the ropes tied to the roof, the boys and Hen started to climb up, it took them about five minutes before reaching the floor, Eddie and Hen started helping people down, Buck getting the others ready to go down next, as he panted, he stopped for a moment, swearing he heard Christopher's shout. It couldn't be though, he had to of been going crazy "Buck, the front desk worker said there should be two more people up there other than the 12 you counted, Do Not let Eddie find out..But the check-in list says it's a Diaz and l/n" Bobby's voice broke through Buck's speaker "Hey! Hey! There was a little boy up here too! A-and- And a woman! Where are they!?" Buck shouted to the others over the wind, his stomach dropping whenever they pointed to the elevator that was sucking water through the cracks.

Buck raced down the stairs, breaking through the next floor down, grabbing a chair throwing it against the door to make some type of noise "CHRISTOPHER!? Y/N!?" He shouted against the metal door frame, sighing in relief whenever he heard Christopher shout back, his relief short lived as Christopher spoke "Buck! You have to save us! Y/n passed out! and the water keeps shocking me whenever I try and get her!" He screamed in reply "Bobby! I need power cut!" Buck screamed into his walkie talkie, tears welling in his eyes not noticing Bobby rushing in behind with a haligan axe and a fire axe "Let's go!" He shouted, handing Buck an axe.

Chris whimpered hearing Metal whining as it bent before hearing the water rush out and the view of Buck's face greeted him through the now pried open doors "Come on, come on we got you" Buck whispered, He watched as Bobby started CPR on your body "Buck! Chim and I got this! Get him down to the truck!" Bobby shouted, he nodded nervously, grabbing his rope that was left dangling, clipping it back to his harness. "W-What? We can't leave her! We have to stay, Buck!" Chris fought, trying to break Buck's hold as Buck approached the window, ready to repel down back to safety. "Listen to me! Christopher, they have the best people wokring on her, right now, I have to get you to your dad and checked out" Buck argued, holding onto Chris tightly as he slowly lowered the both of them down the side of the building "Buck! You have to save her! She's the closest I'll ever be to having a mom again! I love her!" Christopher begged, tears welling up in his eyes "Me too, Chris, I love her too, so I'll make sure she's okay, but you can't tell anyone." Buck said as they approached the ground, Eddie taking notice to his son being harnessed to Buck, he rushed over "Where's Y/n?" He asked panicked, grabbing Christopher quickly "She's getting CPR, I'm going back up" Buck said sternly.

You didn't really remember anything whenever you woke up, spending two weeks in the hospital before finally being released. You were forced to spend the next three weeks after that being babied and pampered by Buck. You both laid on the couch cuddling as star wars played on the tv, as you slept peacefully on Buck's chest he panicked hearing the front door open, not knowing if he should out you both as together, or sit up risking you falling off the couch. Eddie smirked clearing his throat "Lookie what I found Christopher, looks like Buck's trying to keep y/n from you guys's lunch plans" He teased, Christopher appearing from around the doorway smiling "Evan?.." You asked slowly waking up, your mind still groggy from your nap, taking a few moments to realize Chris and Eddie were standing right in front of you. "Listen, I wasn't the one who put her to sleep, she decided to take a nap" Buck chuckled, taking note of Eddie protective glare watching his hand resting a little too low on your back.

It didn’t take long for you to get ready and leave with Christopher for your lunch plans, leaving Buck and Eddie to sit alone in his living room “Evan.” Eddie said, tone matching one that he would use for Chris whenever he was having an attitude or not listening to his father. “Yes Edmundo?” Buck mocked crossing his arms “you realize, y/n is like a sister or daughter to me, and as someone who cares truly about her, I say Evan Buckley, if she ever comes to my home, crying about something stupid you did, I will find you. Or I’ll let Christopher find you” he threatened, knowing Buck would fight Eddie back, but he wouldn’t dare hurt Christopher. “I understand Eddie, I don’t wanna hurt Y/n anymore than she’s already been hurt..she’s dealt with a lot in her life and I just wanna make the life we have left better for her in any way that I can” Buck said honestly fiddling with his fingers “I trust you. But remember what I said” Eddie warned before resting his hand on Buck’s shoulder “now, how about we go get our own lunch to celebrate your new relationship” he smiled pushing Buck playfully before grabbing his keys “fine, but only because hearing Y/n talk about the food her and Chris are getting made me hungry” Buck agreed smiling standing up making his way to the shoe rack.