Against The Clock [Oneshot]

Against the Clock [Oneshot]

100 Prompts: Timing

Summary: He followed her gaze to see Jean on the other side of the room, who was looking at her longingly, thus distorting Eren’s face into a sour frown. He know that look all too well. He shifted slightly, moving into her view instead and greeted her unceremoniously, “hey.” Mikasa blushed, she knew exactly what he was doing. [Eremika]

A/N: I love petty Eren. That is all. Set after chapter 50! Find this story on Fanfiction.net: {levi-nii-san}

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The image of her looking up at him with a plethora of emotions painted on her face burned in his mind, long after they escaped the whole fiasco. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her own, bright as ever despite accepting that maybe that was it for them. She seemed genuinely fulfilled and content- elated, even- that she was spending her last moments with him.

And it didn’t exactly hit him until later on that that was her goodbye, that her whole speech thanking him had essentially confirmed her intent to die by his side, through thick and thin indeed.

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lab partner

the moment you realized you loved him

description: your friend, kuroo, offers to help you catch up on some chemistry homework, and after a lab accident you realize that maybe he might just be more than a friend. 

genre: fluff

warnings: language

a/n: ap chem prepared me for one thing and one thing only

“Thanks for helping out,” you said while tightening your goggles, “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal,” Kuroo reassured you, “I don’t mind the extra lab practice either.” 

After being out sick for two weeks with pneumonia, you couldn’t have more to catch up on in school. Thankfully, Kuroo had offered to help you with chemistry, so there was one less task to worry about completing.

“You said this was a titration?” You asked while examining the lab procedure.

“Yeah, can you grab a burette?” He asked while scribbling notes onto his own packet. “They should be in the closet with the other supplies.”

“Roger.”

Chemistry has always been difficult for you- fun, but difficult. It fulfilled your childhood dream of mixing exciting liquids of different colors and creating bubbling “potions” that filled you with nostalgia. However, the actual science behind the chemicals tended to blow over your head.

Kuroo, on the other hand, enjoyed the calculations. Something about the methodical approach, to an otherwise theoretical subject, brought him peace because there was always a single right answer. There was no hesitation or second guessing himself. He was always in control.

Except with you. With you, he was completely lost in a state of limbo- entirely unable to fight off the pulls from both sides. 

Were you just friends, or more?

The question caused his thoughts to run around in circles, going back and forth in a never ending cycle. Spending time with you only made everything even more confusing. 

Technically, he knew that you were only friends, but he wasn’t blind enough to not notice how the air between you two was laced with something different- and it was addicting.

Your smile made his palms sweat and every time your fingers would brush against his, Kuroo’s heart would jolt into overdrive and the sound of his pulse would rack in his brain.

That doesn’t happen with friends.

You, however, dismissed these feelings as nothing special. Sure, your stomach felt all funny whenever he was near and you really wanted to touch his hair, but that meant nothing. 

Because Kuroo was just a friend. 

And you would keep telling yourself this because nothing could be more awkward than admitting you had a crush on your lab partner. So maybe you were in denial, but it made things easier and that’s all that mattered.

“Oi,” Kuroo called out from the lab table, “what’s taking so long?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming!” You shouted back, shuffling back over to the lab table.

“I thought you got lost in there,” he teased with a wide grin, “here let me help you.” Kuroo plucked the materials from your grasp and placed them on the resin slab. 

You tried not to react when his fingers grazed your arms, instead focusing on the procedure that Kuroo had printed out. 

“We need Sodium Hydroxide for this right?” You couldn’t help but smile at the scrawled out annotations he had left for you. 

“Oh no,” Kuroo paled, “I forgot to ask Hayashi-Sensei to dilute some of that for us.”

The way he had slouched enough to fit his entire lanky frame onto the stool made your heart clench with fondness, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if his limbs were draped over you.

“Well, we need 1 Molar, right? What would it be diluted from?”

“12 Molar,” he deflated more. 

“We definitely can’t use that as a substitute.”

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”

You were a little disappointed, but the look on his face made your stomach churn. He looked so sad, and it made your heart ache.

“We can just come back another time, there’s no need to worry.” Your grade was definitely going to suffer for a while, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

“WAIT!” He shouted, jerking up from his position.

His outburst startled you and you stared at him, wide-eyed. 

“I’m a genius,” he grinned at you, and you tried to ignore how his smile made your chest tighten.

“Um, I’m happy for you?”

He was racing through the lab and towards the closet. “We can just dilute some of the 12 Molar NaOH to get 1 Molar! Duh, it’s so obvious. Why didn’t I think of it earlier?” He mumbled to himself while grabbing the flask.

You paled. “Isn’t 12 Molar really dangerous to handle?”

A sense of uneasiness began to blanket you. The way he was waving the Erlenmeyer flask around was a little too haphazard for your liking. 

“Well yeah, but Hayashi-sensei let me do it once under his supervision,” Kuroo reasoned. He hated how your face had dropped when he told you he had forgotten; he wanted to make it up to you. “I’ll be super careful,” he added.

You could feel yourself starting to give into his pleading. Something about the way his head was tilted and pupils dilated was hard to resist. You also really wanted to get this assignment over with, and you knew it would be difficult to book another time slot in the lab. 

“Fine,” you sighed, “just be cautious and put some gloves on.”

“You got it,” Kuroo exclaimed and hurried over to grab a beaker and stirring rod.

You smiled at his excitement, and slipped your own pair of gloves on too. 

“Can you check how much NaOH we need?” He called from across the room.

“Yeah, in a second!” For some reason, you couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe it was Kuroo’s infectious giddiness, or maybe the thought of you two working together so harmoniously- kind of like a team, or partnership, or maybe even a coup-

“Oi, earth to Y/n?”

The words were uttered right behind you, close enough to your ear to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up; the proximity startled you, and you jumped and whirled around to face Kuroo.

However, in your alarmed reaction, your arm came into contact with the flask containing the NaOH, knocking it off the lab table, shattering the glass, and spilling its contents everywhere. 

You didn’t have much time to react, before a pair of arms wrapped around your middle, and pulled you back from the wreckage- stacking you both onto a stool.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Kuroo frantically asked. 

You heard the question, yet the only thing on your mind was the fact that you were practically sitting on Kuroo’s lap, with his arms locked firmly around your frame in a tight embrace. 

You could feel his chest through your back, and every heaving breath made you rise and fall along with him. At the thought of your shared closeness, your face immediately erupted into a fiery heat and you went rigid in your shock.

“‘m fine,” you managed to choke out. 

His body slumped at your words, and you felt the tensed cords of lean muscle relax underneath you, but Kuroo’s arms didn’t loosen around your waist. You were still in his lap.

He was so warm. Not the volcanic temperature that your face had become, rather the feeling of a light blanket on a summer night. Kuroo was comfortable. As awkward as you felt in his grasp, you could easily get used to it- enjoy it even. 

“Are you sure?” He badgered, spinning you around so he could examine you for any damage. 

You were close enough for your noses to brush against each other, and as you stared into his worried, goggle-clad eyes, you knew

that this was love. 

There was no point in ever even denying it. Every memory with Kuroo was filled with so much adoration, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity making enough memories with him to last forever. 

“I’m sure,” you whispered, breath ghosting onto his lips.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but your lips pressed softly against each other’s and it felt like the most natural thing in the entire world. His lips were slightly chapped, but oh-so addicting.

You had wanted this moment since forever ago, you realized as your stomach fluttered. 

Kuroo thought he was going to die. Well, first he thought you were going to die from the spill, and he had never felt more scared in his entire life. Everything had been going wrong today, except for this. Kissing you made his mind spin slowly, like a ballerina in a music box, and oh did it make his heart feel so full. 

So he kissed you deeper, pulling you impossibly closer. It was a clumsy kiss, your goggles kept knocking against each other, and he wondered if you could feel the smile that was taking over his lips. 

This was the missing piece in your relationship. For so long, Kuroo had felt like the friendly side-hugs and platonic words of affirmation weren’t enough. Touches would linger, searching for something else- something more. He knew he loved you, but for the longest time, it was only ever as a friend. At least that’s what he would tell himself. 

But now, as his lips were pressed against yours, Kuroo felt so whole. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you pulled back from each other, detangling your limbs and with a helping hand from Kuroo, you were able to climb off of the stool.

“Careful,” he mumbled, holding onto your elbows, “watch your step.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it, you just never would have expected today to go like this. 

Kuroo eyed you nervously. “What’s so funny?” Were you laughing at him? He knew that the kiss wasn’t exactly phenomenal, but there would be plenty of time to improve- if he was reading the situation correctly.

“I’m just,” you started when your laughter died down, “I’m just happy.”

“Oh,” Kuroo felt his neck flush bright red, and he couldn’t meet your eyes, “me too.”

Something about the way that you were smiling so brightly, made a similar grin stretch across his own face; and Kuroo knew that your words rang true. 

And honestly, he was sure that there couldn’t be anything better than falling in love with your lab partner.

the love in life which keeps us young | matsukawa issei

synopsis: in which matsukawa issei thinks of you as he says his vows.

characters: matsukawa issei, issei anon you

genre/wc: fluff, 2000+

a/n: no thoughts brain v empty only issei

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“Do you wanna write out our vows or do you just wanna repeat after whatever the dude says?”

You look at Issei, his eyebrows knit together in the way that tells you he’s serious about his question, then at the faraway look he has on his face as his eyes zeroes in on the wall behind you. You laugh; the kind that fills you with a sort of giddiness that you don’t think you could ever get sick of, before taking a quick sip of your drink and thinking about his words.

“This is the one time in our lives where you get a chance to make me feel like a Y/N in front of a crowd, Issei,” you laugh.

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a picture in sepia

pairing: atsumu x reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: ‘a picture in sepia’ is one of my favourite studio ghibli soundtrack. if you want to, you can listen to it here <3 :)

“look what i’ve found!” you say, walking towards the living room. 

atsumu places the knife down on the chopping board, he turns his head to the side, to your voice - and you’re waving a photograph side to side in the air. 

intrigued, he asks, “a photograph?”

you smile, nose crinkling, you’re standing next to him - arm touching arm. you show him the photo, and atsumu let’s out a breathy laugh, grinning. it’s a photo of him and you, as children - you’re both holding hands in the snow, smiling brightly at the camera. the photograph itself has seen better days - the top right corner is heavily dented. and the bottom left corner has faded into a sepia hue, a bit of the snow no longer visible - a testament to its age. 

atsumu gently takes the photograph from your hand, running his thumb across it. “where did you find this?” he asks. 

“it was in my memory box.”

he hums, his eyes crinkling - he gifted the memory box to you on your fourteenth birthday, and so, it makes his stomach flutter knowing after all these years, you’ve still kept it, still cherishing it - filled with things important to you. 

he points at you, you’re beaming at the camera with innocent youth. “i remember your coat being too big for you.” atsumu thinks back to his childhood, thinks of you complaining - front tooth missing, adult tooth growing through - about how large your coat was, wanting a coat that was much ‘cooler’.

(he thought you were always cool - no matter what coat you wore).

“i know.” you say, amused. “mama would always say i would grow into it”. 

atsumu says, “she was right.”

you chuckle, nodding your head. “but look at you!” you coo. “'tsumu you were so small and cute.” 

he looks at himself - you were a few inches taller than him back then. though it only lasted until he entered middle school - that was when he had his first growth spurt.  

“what do you mean were,” atsumu huffs, playfully. “i’m still cute!”

you look at him, then back at the photo. “i’d say you’re handsome now.”

“handsome?” he smirks. “is that so?”

you softly shove at his chest, shaking your head - concealing your smile. “'tsumu stop flirting like a teenage boy, we’re married.”

you both start to reminisce the day this photo was taken - the poorly built snowman, the messy snowball fight, slipping on ice. those days have long gone, they’ll never come back, only a distant memory. but photographs keeps those memories alive, after all, photographs immortalise fleeting moments for eternity.  

“we should frame this.”

“yeah,” he agrees, eyes light. “we should.”

a/n: i have a memory box filled with things from the past decade - like photos, trinkets, letters - and whenever i feel nostalgic, i like to look through it - remembering the person i once was :)

random haikyuu!! headcanons

part 1, part 2, part 3

tanaka

he ate dog food once on a dare

would do it again

akaashi

he doodles in the margins of his notes

the drawings are either really cute and aesthetic or absolutely demonic and terrifying

he refuses to send people his notes bc he gets so embarrassed by their reactions

atsumu

sends pictures of his bare ass in the inarizaki group chat

kinnie moment

but it’s always the worst timing

[kita]: we need to have an important team meeting

[atsumu]: file.jpg

[aran]:  :(

osamu

whenever he cooks for atsumu he likes to mess with the seasoning so it tastes terrible

atsumu has no idea how his brother runs a successful restaurant bc as far as he knows, osamu can’t cook for shit 

yamaguchi 

he was in a jump rope club in middle school

he’s got calves of steel bc of it

still can do some of the tricks

kuroo

he can’t touch his toes

always complains about how his back hurts

slouching champion

oikawa 

bites and picks at his cuticles as a nervous habit

his fingers are covered in band-aids

might be projecting on this one

hinata

he likes to bear crawl around karasuno’s gym at lightning speed to chase kageyama bc it freaks him out

capricorn energy is when you have a short pity party but can’t stand the idea of failing to reach your unattainable expectations you set for yourself so you go back to working on the project that was causing you a mental breakdown in the first place.