Whirlwind Imagines

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It’s just me Whirls/Jessica running this blog, So i will try to answer ask as quick as i can please be patient!

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On Every other day i will answer any Imagines,Questions,Head Canon’s you name it!

For now i’ll do Fairy Tail match ups and Haikyuu ones unless asked for something else :)

Some changes;

Hi! This blog was previously known as Imagines-headcannons-more (?) I think, I have changed it to Whirlwind imagines! Something I like way more, please feel free to call me Whirls! Anyway I’ve missed writing, so that’s what I want to use this blog for even if no one is still here lol

Your brain short-circuited at that, only able to stare at him your eyes wide, you recognized the frantic look in his eye when he put his hands up waving them around. “I mean only if you are comfortable! I don't want you to think- I... Never mind.” 

Your gaze softened as you let out a light laugh, “Vash it's fine, and yeah let's just share.” he smiled gently at you, the two of you just staring at each other, until you could feel your face heat up, “I’m just going to change!” you squeaked out, rushing to grab your stuff and hide in the bathroom. 

Once you had a closed-door in-between you in Vash, you placed your head in your hands. God you were so stupid, yeah let’s share a nice small bed with the man you're hopelessly in love with! Nothing is going to go wrong there. You changed quickly but hesitated leaving it’ll be fine you’ll be fine. Stepping out you noticed Vash struggling to take his jacket off.

“You need some help.” You startled him, he turned around quickly, a slight blush on his cheeks. “It's just my arm...” you stepped forward, staring at his prosthetic, you weren’t sure how it worked and you’d never seen him without it. You paused, weren’t you supposed to take those things off?

“Do you… want help removing your arm?” You said it carefully, unsure, were you crossing a boundary? He looked at you oddly, and you feared you overstepped before Vash sighed, moving to sit on the bed, his hands on his lap. “I don't really like taking it off, I feel to…” his voice trails off but you have an idea of what he is saying.

“Vulnerable?” you asked quietly as he nodded, you moved towards him stopping in front of him. He opened his legs for you, letting you come closer to stand in between them, it made your heart race. You placed one of your hands on his metal arm, “I think we can survive for one night.” 

He looked up at you shyly, but nodded. Quietly walking you through the process, you followed his instructions silently. Once you removed the arm, you moved it to the nightstand to leave it there for the night. You joined his side again, moving to stand back in front of him, leaning forward you removed his glasses and begin to help him out of his coat. He placed his hand on your waist, the touch light and hesitant. 

“It's fine, I can do the rest.” You met his gaze and smile softly, “Vash, let me take care of you.” You watched his whole face heat up, but nodded, removing his hand from your waist as you helped him out of his coat. You folded neatly and placed it off on a chair to the side. 

You turned as Vash moved to lay on the bed, you turned the lights off as you joined him on the other side. He lifted the covers for you, and you got right in, the two of you laying on your backs. You could feel the heat rising to your face.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” You asked softly, turning on your side to look at him, Vash turned his head to look at you. He looked a little surprised by the question. At first, you think you say the wrong thing as the silence stretches out between you two. 

“Not as much as it used to.” You frown at Vash’s quiet but honest answer, you hesitate for a moment but then decided fuck it and reach your hand over to rest it on his chest, he looks startled from the movement but doesn’t say anything as you speak. “I’m sorry.” and you mean it, you're sorry that people only return his kindness with pain. 

You wish you could do something to help ease his pain, even if just a bit. Your face flushes when you feel Vash place his flesh arm over your hand, squeezing it. “You don’t need to feel sorry for yourself.” He says it so sadly, you only huff in response, sitting up on your elbow, to stare down at him.

“I don’t feel sorry for you Vash.” You start as he averts his gaze from yours, he looks soft in the moonlight. “However, I am sorry that this world keeps throwing painful things at you when you don’t deserve it.” 

You want him to understand, you need him to feel his hand tremble as if grips your hand tighter. “You understand, don’t you? You don’t deserve hardships all the time.” You being pushy you know you are but, you want him to listen. 

Vash takes a stuttering breath, but you wait not rushing him to speak, “deep down a part of me knows that but it’s hard.” His voice is small and it makes your heart ache, how can this wonderful selfish man even think that? “I know it's hard… but you have me, okay? I'll knock some sense into you every once in a while.”

Your words get a slight chuckle out of Vash as he grips your hand again, a light squeeze of his fingers but most likely a silent thank you. Your face begins to heat up as you stare into his blue eyes, they seem softer somehow. “Thanks… you make it easier.” now that just wasn't fair on your heart!

“I want to make things easier, for you I mean…. we are friends, aren't we?” Even if the word friend burns your throat, it’s the truth, he is probably your closest friend and you’re not going to make him uncomfortable by putting a move on him or something…

Vash smiles a real genuine smile that makes you smile along with him, “Yes.” he says it with such convection but you notice a flash of something in his gaze… you don't know how to interrupt right now in your tired state. “Well as I am such a *good friend* I think you deserve a reward for saving us back there.” Vash rolls his eyes; he could only imagine what you are implying. 

You open your arms to Vash, “Come here.” Your heart races at his puppy dog look, you’ve already exposed so much to each other tonight what was one more thing? You watch his eyes light up, as he sits up and looks at you. “Really?” his tone is a little too eager you roll your eyes, “Yes Vash come here and cuddle me.” 

You barely finish the sentence when he drops his weight on you, his head leaning against your chest and his body settling in between your legs. You were glad Vash couldn't see your face, or he'd see how bright you were. But his weight was welcomed against you; it made you feel secure, and warm. You wrapped one arm around his shoulder, while your other hand settled in his hair running your fingers through it gently. 

Downing the rest of your drink you stood, gripping the bar for a second to stabilize yourself. You needed air, the people and music were getting too loud. You didn't look back as you headed out into the night, you sighed leaning against the railing outside of the bar. The music and people, just turn into background noise. You shivered against the night air, hating that it would get so hot during the day, but freezing at night.

“You alright?” You jumped turning quickly to come face to face with Vash, you immediately relaxed. Leaning your back against the railing and crossing your arms over your chest, you glanced at Vash meeting his gaze shyly. “Just need a moment.” 

He let out a hum coming to join your side, placing his hands on the railing and leaning forward, “Yeah it was getting to be a bit much.” Quiet settled over the two as you, as you keep stealing glances at Vash. You turned back towards the bar; the music was picking up again. “Do you want to dance?” You asked it suddenly it had even startled you, Vash picked up his head looking at you curious. 

You sobered immediately, what the hell were you doing? Pushing off the railing you yelled out a never mind! You were going to back to the bar to drawn your sorrows. A gentle hand on your wrist stopped you, taking a breath you turned to meet Vash's warm gaze. 

“Do you even know how to dance?” he teased gently, and your blushed face heated up. You laughed shaking your head, “Do you?” He shrugged pulling you towards him, you stumbled he caught you against his chest. You dared not look up at him, as he shifted his hands he placed his metal hand on your waist, grabbing your hand with his flesh one. You glanced up timidly as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He smiled, “You can stand on my feet if you want. Just follow my lead.” 

Then the two of you were moving, you let Vash lead you in the dance and you followed every move without complaint. You held his gaze, as his own softened when looking at you. He twirled you and you laughed, gaining some confidence the two of you began moving quickly. 

Vash swung you every which way, spinning you when he’d get the chance pulling you close every time. “So, you do know how to dance.” You teased; you took pleasure in watching his face heat up. “Erm, just a little!” You smiled shifting your arms to rest around his neck, he didn't break eye contact with you as he moved both of his hands to your waist. The two of you swayed in place, 

“You trust me, right?” An odd question,

 “Yes.” you didn't need to think twice about your answer.

You yelped as he dipped you, clutching on to him. Vash laughed loudly and freely, staring down at you. You huffed, before laughing. As he brought you back up, he began to move again. You had no choice but to follow, he gripped your hands and began to spin with you. Holding on for dear life, your world spinning around you, focusing only on Vash. He stopped suddenly bringing you into him, and you tripped, hooking your ankle around one of his you both tumbled to the ground. 

You landed on your back, as Vash fell on top of you. He caged you in his arms, trying not to crush you with his weight. His face was so close as he hovered above you, on his elbows his one of his legs rested between your own.  He was laughing and his glasses were nearly falling off his face, you could only look at him amazed. “Your beautiful you know that?” Your eyes widen clamping a hand over your mouth, Vash stopped and laughed looking at you with such a sad look it made your heartache. 

Vash pulled back, but you grabbed him by the collar of his coat, your gaze panicked and voice shaky. “It's true! You are, I'm so lucky to have met you.” your mouth was moving faster than your brain your tone desperate you just wanted to stay with him here in this moment 

You’re sure it's the liquid courage, but you move to get a leg around his waist and forcing him to his back with you straddling his waist he lets out a startled yelp, looking up at you dazed and blush the color to rival his jacket. You're still gripping the collar of his coat.

You stare down at him eyes wide, whatever you planned to say to him dies in your throat as you hold his gaze. He moves his hands to your waist, for a second you think he’s going to throw you off, but instead, he just rests his hands there. 

“I think I’m the lucky one.” Your heart begins to race, the way he said it so soft, God he would be the death of you. Embarrassed by your actions you fall forward burying your head in his chest. 

“Hey! Are you alright?” Vash’s hands fly from your waist to your sides and then to the back of your head.

“M’alrihhr just embraced” you mumbled shivering at his touch. God a part of you wished he just throw you off, a deeper part of you wanted to feel his wandering hands. What has gotten into you? You’ve never been so bold… you really did have too much to drink. 

Vash starts to pat your head, “I think it’s time we head to bed.” His voice is soft and caring as it tends to be when he speaks to you. You agree maybe you are just really drunk and tired and that’s why you are acting out or something…

The two of you stay in this position for a moment you resting your head on Vash’s chest and him petting your hair. Trying to compose yourself even just a little bit you do find a way to crawl of Vash and get to your feet nearly losing your balance as you do. Vash stands next and he gives you a soft look you don’t know how to interrupt at least not right now. 

“Okay… well I’m going to… sleep,” you say awkwardly turning around ready to walk back to the hotel, until Vash grabs your rest turning you around, he’s smiling it’s an easy-going one a real smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “The hotel is the other way.” his voice is teasing, and you’re just embarrassed all over again, you knew that the hotel was in the other direction… really you did! 

Too lost in your drunken state to realize Vash is still speaking, until he says your name and it brings your focus to his lips first then his eyes that he’ll hide behind those mirrored lenses. “What?” is all you can manage to mumble out, “I asked if I could carry you,” Vash said his tone clearly amused, he can’t get drunk so when you do, he finds it only a little entertaining. Well, if you didn’t think you were going to die of embarrassment you were now!  

“Yeah… please” You wished your brain worked faster than your damn mouth, he looks surprised at your response then he’s grinning and well you can’t say no to that smile. In this moment you two are standing in front of each other, him with a smile and you flushed trying to avoid his grin and his gaze. And then in the next moment, Vash is giving you a piggyback ride back to the hotel, his grip is secure he wouldn’t drop you even if gunfire rained down on you too. 

When you don't answer, Vash looks you over and notices well just how sad you look. “Here, wait by the counter, I’ll be right back!” he calls out, not giving you a second to reply as he disappeared down the aisle of bright flowers. With a sigh, you follow his instructions leaning against the counter, you’ve already made such a fool of yourself, maybe you should just leave. 

But you don't, maybe you are a little curious, and well it is still raining. Vash returns shortly after he told you to wait, he's holding a group of flowers together, they were pretty yellows, pinks, and whites some you recognized like the very obvious Sunflower. It was still very pretty, but now you are just a little confused you didn’t even get a chance to look at the flowers in the store. 

He gives you another sheepish look, as he wraps the flowers into a bouquet and hands it to you. “Sorry… it's just you didn't seem to know what you want so I picked these out for you!” You can see just the hint of pink on his cheeks, the flowers are lovely. “What are they? I mean the flowers what are they called,” you ask, finding the gesture really… nice.

And the way his face lights up when you ask, well it was worth coming in here alright. “Oh! Well, these are Sunflowers, and then these are daisies and Snapdragons with some filler greenery.” As he talks, he points to each flower excitedly telling you a little fact about them, his voice is really nice and he clearly knows his stuff. He looks embarrassed after a while to be rambling on so much, he rubs the back of his head “Sorry… I didn't mean to ramble. I’m Vash I own the shop!” 

Giving him a kind smile, you take the bouquet from him, it's lovely and simply just filled with life the opposite of the dreary attitude outside and the mood you were in when you first walked in, you tell him your own name before continuing to speak “I don’t mind, you really know a lot! How much do I owe you for these.” how could you not accept them, when he went through all the trouble, to select them just for you!

“They’re on the house.” He says kindly, and you can only look at him blankly, because why? “I can pay! I want to pay these are so nice and you went through all the trouble of picking them out!” You start to ramble a little flustered by the whole ordeal. Yeah, it was his job to provide flowers, but when was the last time a cute person had gifted your flowers? 

Vash just laughs softly; it’s a nice sound and he is clearly not mocking you or anything it’s just a friendly chuckle as he puts his hands up in defense. “Really have them! They made you smile and that’s enough payment for me” Vash goes red at his words and at how cheesy they sound he starts stuttering an apology and backtracking, but now it’s your turn to laugh. 

“Alright, thank you.” It really is a sweet gesture and honestly, it did make you smile after the day you had. You’ll have to come back and actually buy some flowers. The two of you continue to chat for a bit as the rain continues outside, he must notice your reluctance to leave back into the rain. 

To your surprise again, Vash hands you an umbrella telling you that you’ll just have to bring it back the next time you visit, he says this with such a sweet smile you can’t refuse. Accepting the umbrella with a thank you and a shy smile, you leave flowers in hand promising you’ll be back. During your walk home, you can’t get rid of the smile on your face.

You do come back, giving it a week or so to return the umbrella to Vash and to pick out some flowers. But it’s a little overwhelming, so many choices. “Need some help?” You don’t know how he manages to sneak up on you so easily, “actually yeah, I’m a little clueless when it comes to this… do you think you could pick some out for me? And I’m paying this time!” You add on quickly at the end, as Vash laughs. 

“Okay give me a second” and with one last look, he heads off in search of the perfect flowers for you, as you wait excitedly by the counter. You certainly could pick out flowers for yourself, but the bouquet he picked for you last time was so lovely that you just knew he would do a better job than you ever could. 

Vash returns with a colorful bouquet in hand, your eyes light up at the display eagerly asking about each flower, he points out the calla lilies, a white camellia, and some yellow tulips. Vash goes over each flower telling you about them, it’s nice you like listening to him ramble. The flowers as always are beautiful. 

“You know each flower is supposed to have a special meaning attached to it,” Vash says offhandedly as he puts the bouquet together for you, and that makes you even more interested, but before you can ask what the flowers, he picked for you mean you realize the time and you have to leave. You make sure to pay for the flowers, tell him goodbye, and thank you before you are off. 

After this you become a bit of a regular to the small flower shop, at this point the moment Vash sees you he knows to just pick out some flowers for you. And you love it, the special care he takes in selecting each flower, how pretty the bouquet looks, and the shy smile he gives you each time he hands it over. 

You also love to listen to talk about flowers, you ask more questions now instead of it just being a one-sided conversation and Vash is more than happy to answer any questions you have. Maybe you're going too often, but you like talking to Vash he’s so cute and nice! And it’s probably just his job to be nice to you. But you are starting to develop a crush, and it's embarrassing! It must be so obvious; you're probably making things awkward. Again, it's his job to be nice to you! You are just looking into things too deeply…unless you're not? You’ve seen Vash help other customers he's friendly of course! That’s just who he is, but it's not the same. Ugh, maybe you are looking into this too deeply. 

As you continue to visit the shop, you notice some more slight changes, maybe you are being bolder more obvious, and Vash seems to be flirting with you. It makes your heart race every time. The familiar bell dings overhead again as you enter, Vash is behind the counter helping another customer he looks up and gives you a smile before continuing to help the other person. Returning his smile, you browse the flowers. Reading the little note cards by each flower makes you remember something Vash said about flowers having meanings, maybe you’ll look up some later. 

A gentle call of your name makes you turn with a smile, Vash looks a little tired, his hair messier than usual he looks like he even has some dirt on his cheek, but he’s got that big smile on his face that he seems to reserve just for you. “You couldn't come at a better time! I just got a fresh shipment. Let me put something together for you!” you can’t refuse that, “Thanks Vash, I know whatever you pick out will be as wonderful as always.” the praise makes his eyes light up. 

Instead of waiting at the counter, you follow Vash watching him pick out each flower with care and telling you the name of each one, but you notice he never tells you what they mean. A couple of pink roses, light red carnations, a bundle of colored peonies, and even some lovely irises. You want to ask what they mean, but for some reason, you don't. Not wanting to break the spell that you too seem to be under. “Peonies are pretty rare, but they are in season and I thought you might like them,” Vash says softly.

Impulsively you reach out toward his face as he turns towards you, cupping his cheek and using your thumb to brush the dirt off his face. His face turns bright red, and you are sure you look just as flustered. Quickly retracting your hand, “Um sorry! The flowers are really nice, let me buy them right!” you manage to say this without stuttering as you turn and make your way towards the counter, God you are an idiot

Waiting at the counter and trying not to die from embarrassment, Vash eventually joins you still looking a little flustered. The two of you stand there quietly as Vash rings up the flowers for you, thanking him softly and hoping not to come off as too awkward you say your goodbyes and head home. The whole walk you can’t help but clutch the flowers to your chest, hoping you didn't ruin everything. 

It's late and you should be asleep, but your mind is still racing. With a sigh, you head into the kitchen for a drink when you see the bouquet sitting on the table. It makes you feel warm, and slightly curious Vash had seemed so excited about putting this set together for you… pulling out your phone you begin to search for what each flower means. And each search makes you blush more and more. 

Pink roses can mean blossoming romantic feelings 

Light red carnations can mean admiration and adoration

Peonies can mean romance and shyness 

And lastly, irises can mean courage 

You have to sit down for a second, you hope you're not giving this more meaning than it actually has. But Vash is the expert why would he purposely put this together for you if he had not meant…this? Did he return your feelings, looking at the flowers you feel determined and come up with a plan, you are either going to look like an idiot and you can never show Vash your face again… or the better outcome is you’ll get a date with the cutest guy you’ve ever seen!

No longer tired, you spend the rest of the night researching flowers. You just hope you don't mess this up…

You couldn't wait a day longer when you enter the store again, maybe you should have waited a couple of days, but you are scared that if you don't act now, you never will. Vash is busy with another customer; he looks up a little surprised but gives you that easy smile. It seems like he’ll be busy for a while, the customer seems very demanding. Perfect it’ll give you time to gather the flowers you need. 

You think you have what you need, holing the flowers carefully in your hands you head to the counter. Vash looks a little surprised, “I know you like to… pick the flowers out for me but I really needed these ones today!” you tell him quickly as his look of surprise turns to amusement, “Sure here let me see them.” You pass them to him, and for a second you see him frown as he looks over each flower. Before his face becomes neutral, and he begins to ring them up for you.  

Delphiniums, Gladiolus, some Stock flowers, and lastly some Lavender roses. You doubt it's a pretty selection of flowers, but they express what you want to say to him. Opening your heart, sincerity, affection, and enchantment. “This is quite a selection you picked out…” Vash says quietly, and when he hands them to you. You hand them right back. 

“These are actually for you.” 

Vash looks at you wide eye as he takes the flowers from your hands, he stares at you and you start to lose your courage here, “I looked up the meaning of the flowers you gave me yesterday and maybe I'm reading too into this… but I spent the whole night researching flowers on how to return those feelings if that’s what you even meant.” You ramble painfully, as Vash continues to just not say anything at all, oh you really done it now! 

He laughs and makes you tense up. He looks at the flowers with a bright smile and continues to laugh he sees the look on your face and reaches out taking your hand in his. “I'm not laughing at you, it's just… I've never been gifted flowers before!” You stare at him blankly… and then blush you literally just bought flowers from his shop and gave them to him to confess. Of course, he’s never got gifted flowers before! He owns a flower shop; you are so dumb. 

“Don’t worry it's really sweet, I love them! And what they mean…” Vash says kindly squeezing your hand, “Um but yeah, the flowers yesterday were a confession of sorts… I was just too much of a coward to actually tell you.” Vash says with a slight laugh and a blush high on his cheeks. It makes you feel better, that Vash is just as nervous about the whole thing as you, it makes you smile and squeeze his hand back. 

He was better at this, the softer moments… the sweetness. It was all still so new, and it sometimes made you nervous. “Haha.” You huff out, as he works on cleaning the wound, it stings, but you let him do what he has to. It's quiet again, but it’s not uncomfortable by any means. You ask your next dreaded question, “Will it need stitches?” he pauses, he seems to be thinking his answer over, before giving you a sheepish smile. “Oh…just a few.” You groan leaning back and away, but he doesn’t let you get far with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“I promise to be as gentle as possible!” Vash reassures quickly, you know he knows how to stitch a wound, that’s not the problem, you trust him…you’re just a little squeamish when it came to needles is all. With another groan you close your eyes, you do not want to see the needle coming towards your face! And place your hands on top of your thighs clenching them into fists. “Just be quick.” Is all you have to say, Vash places a hand over one of yours squeezing it lightly, “I promise to be very careful with your pretty face.” 

“Compliments will get you nowhere.” You reply, but you are glad he is simply trying to lighten the mood. As he pulls back with a soft laugh, getting all the supplies ready, you keep your eyes closed. You don’t know how long he takes to get ready, feels like an eternity before he pats your hand again, it’s the only warning you get when you feel the slight pinch of the needle going through your skin, it makes your breath hitch. 

“Don’t worry, you are doing just fine Stardust.” He reassures, making sure to keep talking to you during the whole ordeal. You are definitely not listening, your hands shaking and trying not to think about a needle going through your skin, as promised it doesn’t take him very long and you're thankful for it.   

“Are you done?” You ask, still not wanting to open your eyes, you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle seeing the stitches in your face, the thought makes you a little sick. “Just let me put a bandage over it,” Vash replies softly, he is very gentle as he covers the stitches with a bandage, you are just glad that it’s all over. You hear Vash place things around the counter, and then your breath hitches when he places his hands on either side of your face and brings you in for a soft kiss. 

Letting out a surprised, but pleased hum you lean in to continue the kiss. Once he pulls back you open your eyes, Vash is looking at you gently, leaning in to kiss the bandage lightly which gets a laugh out of you. Hopping off the counter, you turn to face the sink to look in the mirror. Leaning your hands on the sink to look closer at yourself. “Doesn’t look too bad, does it?” 

Vash wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Not at all, see I told you I would do a good job!” You meet his eyes through the mirror, it's not like you ever doubted him, you were just…nervous about the whole ordeal in general. Vash kisses your shoulder, he doesn’t say anything for a second, just holding you carefully. 

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” Vash whispers, you don’t say anything for a moment, it was a stupid accident, and neither of you even started the fight this time. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time, that was it. Sighing you think about what to say, “It’s just a small cut Vash, nothing to worry about, it will heal with time.” You tell him gently, Vash just hums holding you tight. You just let him hold you for as long as he needs. Before he pulls back, placing a kiss on the side of your head. 

“Let's just lay down for the rest of the night,” Vash says pulling you out of the bathroom and towards, and how could you refuse that? You let Vash lead you over to the bed helping you settle down in the bed, it's not like you need him to do all this. But you know it makes Vash feel better, taking care of you like this, so you just let him. 

Once both of you were settled on the bed, Vash pulls you close to himself, just holding you in his arms. You can’t help but smile resting your head on his chest, as Vash runs a hand through your hair. “Thank you.” You say softly, for stitching up your wound, to taking care of you, just all of it “You don’t thank me.” Vash replies placing a kiss on the top of your head.