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kuroosweakness · 1 year

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black heels | kuroo tetsurou

after hearing his knock, you open the door. your heart pounds at the sight of him, as if it wasn’t pounding enough at just the mere thought of him.

“hi,” he says, just above a whisper.

you watch as tetsu’s lips slightly part and his hands, occupied with a small bouquet of red roses, drop just barely noticeable.

taking a deep breath, you bring yourself to meet his eyes, heart fluttering as you take in the sight of him in a white button-up and black slacks that fit him oh-so-well. his mouth moves but no sound comes out.

“you look uh-” he utters, face flushed as he brings one arm up to rub the back of his neck. his eyes moves erratically around your body as if he’s in a rush to see all of you. “really good. no, really pretty..?”

you can’t help but grin at his unprecedented nervousness. “you don’t really sound sure,” you chip back.

“oh i’m sure,” he insists. “i- uh, got you some flowers.” he slowly extends his arm, waiting for you to accept them.

you reach out, and the plastic crinkles as you carefully grasp the rose stems.

“thank you,” you whisper, smiling into the flowers. it’s only been a few seconds since you’ve seen him and your cheeks already ache from all the smiling.

“mm” he hums. “you also look taller”

“oh,” you look down at your feet and lift your right foot to show him your new black heels. “i’m wearing heels”

he has so much thoughts about your heels whirling in his head, he can’t possibly settle on just one reply, so he simply replies, “they’re cute.”

“it’s easier for you to reach me now too,” you beam.

“mm” he hums, his lips slowly turn into a smirk as he quips back, “but they still make you so much shorter than me”

not having a decent comeback to his comment, you just glare at him and turn around to find a vase for your roses. seeing your reaction, he laughs and follows you inside, both of your hearts warmer than when you first saw each other.

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you were fine for the first two hours, but now, getting out of his car and back to your apartment is going to be a lot more painful on your feet than you hoped. your heels fit you well, but you can only walk for so much in heels for one day.

after getting out of his car, you shut the door and mentally check to make sure you have your clutch, phone, and jacket. remembering that tetsu walks much faster than you, you quickly begin to walk back into your apartment building before he can catch your scrunched up face thanks to your aching feet.

before you left your apartment, he had inquired about your comfort and asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring sneakers. not wanting him to think you couldn’t handle being in heels, you insisted that you were completely fine.

now, he trails behind your slightly limping figure with an amused expression on his face.

“...you sure you’re okay in those?” he asks worriedly, and you don’t have to turn around to catch the slightly amused smile on his face.

“‘m fine” just a couple more steps and stairs to go, you think to yourself.

tetsu quickly catches up to you and hovers his arm over you, as if to lend you support but not sure if you want it. “i could ... give you a piggyback ride,” he offers.

you look up at him with faux annoyance. “dummy, my dress will ride up”

“ah, right...” he utters. he looks around your apartment complex and at the shadows of you two caused by the lamp posts beside the sidewalk. “if you weren’t in pain, i would have said i told you so much earlier”

you open your mouth to reply but he quickly adds, “why don’t i carry you like ...y’know like how the groom carries the bride in weddings?”

you stop, turn around and watch as he blinks at you, waiting for a response. “okay,” you smile.

and that’s how you ended the night being carried bridal style by your boyfriend who made you swore you’d let him bring you sneakers to change into the next time you’re out in heels.

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later that night:

“i don’t mind carrying you, but i’d rather carry you under circumstances where your feet aren’t in pain”

“mm...do you like me in heels?”

“i do, it’s fun to see you indulge in being a few inches taller than you normally are”

“...you like being taller than me way too much”

“it’s not a crime,” he shrugs

“...do you ever wish you were taller?”

“i think all volleyball players have wished that they were taller. i don’t think there’s a ‘tall enough’ in volleyball. but i like my height, probably because i’m used to it. why, am i not tall enough for you?”

“more like too tall for me..”

“that a problem?”

“you know it’s not”

“...do you like me being taller than you?”

“i do”

“hmm i can tell”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“...”

“tetsu, what was that supposed to mean, hm?”

“just that i’ve caught the way your tone of voice sounds like bragging when you told your family how tall i am”

“...have you been eavesdropping??”

“kinda hard not to when you were calling right in front of me”

“...”

“why so quiet, baby?”

“m just tired”

“from walking in heels all night?” again, you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “for the record, i like you in heels. a subject to make fun of you for and an excuse to carry you?? what could be better?”

“good night”

“i love you too, babe”

#hehehehehehehe i LOVE him #first time actually writing in weeks!#pls provide commentary if you liked :( my reward for writing is reading commentary :'#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #lia misses kuroo #can you tell i wrote this bc i was in pain earlier but had to suffer w/o a kuroo tetsurou (life is so unfair)

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tetsurosboo · 4 months

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There for you.

paring: kuroo tetsurō x fem reader.

wc: 846

warnings: mentions of being sick, usage of my love, love and baby.

kuroo tetsurō, former captain of the nekoma volleyball team and current employee of the jva might as well just be your soulmate, the person promised to you. as difficult as people see you, he gets around you, he always has. so that meant that he saw right through your bullshit; he was attentive and observant, he knew when you were hiding something, when something was off with you, and this particular morning, his suspicions were proven right when he received a call from your mother.

he hates how stubborn you could be when you wanted to, and it always got on your family’s nerves when you never said you were feeling sick or sad because you were never that type of person, and the sentence “you’ll take me to the doctors when i ask for it.” was always used. you always dismissed any bad feeling, but for some ironic reason you always thought the worst out of every situation, it’s funny, for someone who hates being sick, you were often in that situation. so it wasn’t weird for your boyfriend to find out you were down with the flu from another person.

so there you were, laying on your shared bed, almost crying from how unbearable your fever was getting, your body was hurting too and that uncomfortable feeling on your nose and throat that never seemed to go away. and to add to all that fun and magic, you just got your period, so we might add the cramps to the equation. it wasn’t the best day of your week.

you heard the front door and immediately sat up, cursing yourself because you already knew what was about to come, but you decided to play dumb the second you heard his footsteps getting closer and his tall figure was leaning on the door frame, he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt and see if you’ll admit that you were sick.

“tetsu what are you doing here?” you asked as you raised and eyebrow, finding some strength to get out of your bed. “you should be at work…”

“i asked my boss to let me take the day off since you were sick. how are you feeling, baby?

“i’m not sick, i’m fine.”

“hmm… would you at least give your loving boyfriend a hug? i didn’t get a chance to say goodbye earlier.” he was plotting something, of course, but you didn’t even notice, you were tired and you wanted to hug him too, so you gave in and hugged him, letting out a sigh of relief from how warm he felt against your body. “you’re burning, my love.” he whispered softly and placed his hand on your forehead to confirm, gently pushing you back into the edge of the bed where he sat you down.

“‘m fine.” was all you said before you stood up to walk away to the hallway, into the living room and to the kitchen, but you didn’t get too far to the kitchen because you had stopped to place your hand on a wall for some support, it wasn’t a joke how tired you were feeling, and he just stood behind you with that knowing look on his face and his arms crossed.

“being your boyfriend means i get to take care of you, y/n,” he approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you face him, and as soon as you do, that same hand is placed on your cheek, his thumb caressing it. as soon as you closed your eyes to enjoy his touch, he carried you like a sack of potatoes back into the room. “stop being so stubborn.”

“put me down, tetsurō, i’m not a child!”

“since you want to behave like one, take it like a champ.” he said as he walked back to the room, laying your body gently on the bed and putting the blankets over you, kissing your forehead in the process, you just gave up. “have you taken any meds?” you nodded. “have you stayed hydrated? fever dehydrates you a lot.” and you nodded again. “atta girl.” and he laid down beside you. “you’re not weak for being sick, love, and you’re not bothering anyone either. i want you to speak up whenever you feels sick or anything like that, ‘kay?”

he put the blankets over him too, hugging you and holding you close to his chest as soon as he saw some tears rolling down your eyes. kuroo knew you hated being sick, and he also knew how you always felt like a nuisance even though your family never felt that way about you, but you didn’t like feeling that you were a burden to someone.

“i don’t like being sick.”

he smiled to himself. there you were, admitting that you were, in fact, sick. “i know, love, but i’m here to take care of you…” he kissed your forehead once more as he rubbed your back, feeling how your body gave in and you stopped feeling tense.

he had always been there to take care of you in every extension of the word. through high school, college and now as you two live together, taking care you just comes natural to him, and he loves being able to do so.

reblogs are very much appreciated! love y’all <3

#kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo x reader #nekoma #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo

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miyaagis · 5 months

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okay i always like it when reader is the one getting hurt but..

after a hot, steamy make out session in kuroo's office(between kuroo and yuko), reader came with a plastic of foods for kuroo's team dinner, when kuroo and yuko got out of his office, kuroo completely neglected yuko as he sticks to his wife side, reminding her she's nothing but a side cunt

+ warnings. infidelity, fluff. nothing freaky, just kuroo being happy as a clam w his wife <3

tnmici m.list

"baby!"

he's quickly making his way towards you, a huge grin on his lips that has you giggling softly. your husband seems to have heard the faint commotion happening in the meeting room, head peeking out from his own office, before realizing you are the cause of said commotion.

"tetsu-" his lips are pressed against yours before you can say your greetings, his hands tugging you closer by your waist as his mouth draws the softest sighs out of your lips before letting go of you, your eyes glazed with love,“hi..."

"hi, my pretty girl. you’re really here, right? i’m not imagining things?” his face remains close to yours, maintaining your focus on him and his whispered words as he gently rubs your noses together.

it’s silly how easy he makes your face heat up, and even when you try not to be so blatant in your display of affection in front of everyone, it seems as if that isn’t his main concern right now. behind him, barely a few meters back, yuko discreetly exits his office, blending behind other coworkers as she wonders what’s taking him so long. her lips still faintly swollen after being on his lap for ten minutes, making out as if they didn’t have deadlines to meet.

“kuroo-san… we should get back to the documents,” she starts, taking a step towards him, “i found a clause that won’t benefit–”

“later.”

his tone is curt and emotionless, his eyes taking up your features as he guides you further into the meeting room. yuko halts her steps, the single word causing a blow to her pride and ego as he dismisses her so carelessly, as if he hadn't been murmuring praises against her lips minutes ago.

you barely catch a glance at the woman that seems to be working with your husband on an important project, making you frown as you realize you’re probably imposing and taking up time of his already busy schedule.

"tetsu, i’m so sorry for disturbing the office. i figured that, with the end of the year approaching and things getting hectic, a decent meal would cheer up the spirits."

"don’t. you're an angel." he cups your face in his hands and the look in his eyes eases your worries, "wish I could have you here next to me every day."

his gaze brims with genuine love, the smitten look melting the hearts of those who witness it. with a soft peck on the lips, he asks you to hold on, hurrying to his office and walking past yuko without even sparing her a glance. he comes back with his belongings and a huge grin.

“what are you–”

“let’s get outta here,” he grabs your hand and starts dragging you to the elevator, one of his hands on your waist as he pulls you towards his chest and the other making a sign to one of his coworkers, "i’m leaving! gotta keep my mrs. happy!"

#tw.cheating #tnmici.xo #kuroo.xo #the asks thingy is fixed thank god

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shdo-xplosion · 1 year

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PART ONE: STOCK

☼masterlist☼

warnings: captivity, restraints, briefly mentioned medical procedure (no detail), reader sees kendou in a scary situation, mentioned milking, mentioned forced pregnancy. 1.4k

notes: hiii! (◍•ᴗ•◍) was originally going to try to make all the parts really long and have less of them, but i changed my mind. i would rather have shorter chapters more often. hopefully it works out and everyone likes it ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ(also I promise bkg shows up in the next part!!!!)

tags: @ssplague @makepastanotwar13

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Pain. All you feel is pain when you begin to wake. It’s in your head, in your chest, in your arms and legs, your guts.

Everything is blurry when you blink your eyes open, like some kind of film is covering them. Shadows move over you, but you aren’t able to make any of them out. Your foggy brain whispers to you, not safe, but when you try to move, you can’t, arms and legs locked in place.

It smells like something is burning, and you hope to whatever divine being exists that it isn’t you, but the prayer doesn’t last long as one of the figures looms closer, giving you the chance to see 2 red eyes before it raises a hand and expels some sort of powdery agent in your face.

Your world disappears again.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Coming to is a process. You doze in and out of a purgatory-like state for what could be anywhere from minutes to millennia, but once you’re fully awake, you are awake.

Your brain starts moving incredibly fast as you glance around. Unfamiliar surroundings, strange lighting. You can move your head and most of your upper body, but your hands are loosely restrained and your legs are firmly held in place by some kind of contraption. Off of the ground, some kind of table. You can feel the smooth surface on your bare back, like some type of metal, but it isn’t cold. In fact, the whole area is rather warm, one notch from uncomfortable.

There are various mechanisms attached to you, possibly monitors. A band around your head, something collar-esque around your neck, and you think you feel a mass in your ear.

Stretched across your chest is… you can’t tell if it’s another device or if it’s a garment. It might be both, especially considering how it’s perfectly fitted to your tits. The more you focus on it the more you can feel movement, little balls on little tracks that travel over your flesh in a strange sort of massage, gently but obviously kneading the plump tissue of your breasts. You go cross eyed staring down at it, eyebrows pinched in confusion as you try to examine the two tubes that sit right over your nipples.

You start growing faint as things click into place one by one. The creatures of this planet weren’t trying to kill you when they put you in that room. They just wanted to incapacitate you so they could get you in this position, and this position…

Arms by your side, legs held open… one word crosses your mind: breed.

They brought you here to breed you.

“K-Kendou!” Your voice is a hoarse whisper when you try to scream for your captain. You know there’s no point. You don’t see her anywhere in the room, but it’s all you can do for yourself.

What happened to her? To the rest of the crew? Did they take her hands? Did they rip Shinsou’s mask from his face? If they did, he would have had to be asleep for it. You’ve known the linguist for several years and never once have you seen him without the mod that covers his lower face. They would have taken all of Monoma’s weapons and Tetsu’s armor.

What have they taken from you so far? What have they already done to you? You vaguely remember a… surgery? Yes, a surgery. The burning smell. Nausea swirls in your stomach again. What did they take out of you? Or worse, what did they put in you?

“Kendou!” you try again. “Shinsou!”

Your voice dies in your own ears. All you can do is weep and tremble as you imagine all the horrible things that await you.

You’ve left your home planet. Said goodbye to your closest loved ones. Traveled into deep space. But you have never known fear like this before. You’re used to the fear that makes your mouth go dry and shoots you full of adrenaline, fear that gets your heart racing.

This fear isn’t like that. It weighs you down and fills the hollows of your bones. This fear makes you want to give up before even trying to fight.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

The alien you remember as the leader is the first you see. It glides into the room, sparing you a single glance and ignoring the way you begin to thrash against your restraints.

“Motherfucker, let me out! Let me out!”

It doesn’t seem fazed by your shrieking, just goes about checking a few things around the room, standing in one of your many blind spots. Odd sounds ring out behind you, clicking and hissing and distorted beeping. You wonder if there’s more machinery you can’t see, question answered when the confines around your wrists tighten without any touch from the alien. There must be some kind of control panel behind you, buttons and screens that control your fate.

“Kendou! Where is Kendou?” you shout.

Pacing back into your line of vision, the alien tilts its head. The hair-like strands that frame its face are long and dark, a little unkempt, and it looks to be missing its right eye, a thick, ghastly scar in its place.

Reaching up, the creature touches its ear then motions at you with its huge hand, almost like it… wants you to speak again?

“K-Kendou?” you try. “My captain. The other female.”

You’re probably deluding yourself into thinking it understands, but then you hear a faint crackle in your ear, and the mass you noticed earlier suddenly makes sense as the alien begins speaking and you actually comprehend what it’s saying.

The words you hear don’t match up with its mouth, and you can still make out the harsh grunts of its native tongue. Very guttural and heavy on what you know as consonants, but whatever device that’s been placed in your ear translates it all for you.

Alive. In another pod. Would you like to see her?

“Yes!”

Your stupid little pea brain hoped that meant being freed and allowed to find her. Ridiculous. Instead the alien raises an arm, a holographic image popping up over it. You squint at it despite the picture being perfectly clear and see Kendou in a predicament much like your own except… worse.

As you assumed, her bionic parts are nowhere to be seen, her natural hands limp and weak and shriveled as they always have been. She’s locked onto the same table as you, tied at the arms, legs spread, chest covered. The difference is that she is in use.

Longer tubes are connected to her chest, spiraling out of view, but what you can see of them are white save for the occasional air bubble that travels along.

“Jesus Fucking…” your stomach churns dangerously. She’s being milked.

Even worse than that is the thing between her legs. You have no earthly idea what it is, a jointed pole with something on the end that’s level with her pelvis, and you can only see so much of it because the rest is inside of her, almost as if it’s plugging her up.

And, it just might be because she is unnaturally, disgustingly full. Tears roll down your cheeks as you stare at how swollen her stomach is.

How long have you been here now? How long were you unconscious? It looks like she’s several months pregnant already, though not with a human child. There’s something else inside of her, some kind of parasite that they put there, and it could be growing very, very fast.

“m’gonna throw up,” you blurt, shoulders beginning to roll as you heave.

It’s too much. This is too much. You’re nothing more than cattle to these creatures. And for what? Why would they want to blend species?

Saliva pools in your mouth, and you feel the muscles in your stomach contracting—your stomach that will soon be bulging with a monster’s spawn—but before you can actually purge, the alien above you places a hand on your belly and all of the nausea disappears.

You have no idea what these aliens are capable of, how much power they have, but from what you’ve seen you already know that you don’t stand a chance.

2023©️shidou-x. please do not plagiarize or report my work to any other platforms.

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reverie-starlight · 8 months

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I need to get some blood work done and I hate the experience so much, so to make me feel better, here’s some kuroo fluff. I don’t wanna hear anything about how soft this is. I don’t respond well to tough love or logic at all when I'm anxious, I need the softness.

gn!reader, no physical description. tw: blood, needles, hospital/drs office setting. slight anxiety/panic. very fluffy, maybe a little bit TOO fluffy tbh. extremely self indulgent, but what else is new on this blog? lowercase intentional. @emmyrosee I recycled a couple ideas from that one kuroo ask I sent you a while back, I hope that's okay :')

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“I can take the day off of work, I don’t mind.”

you sighed into your mug, one that the man sitting on the other side of the table had gifted you. it was halloween themed, and (very ironically, considering your current situation) had vampire fang designs all over it, many with blood dripping from them.

“I appreciate that, but I would never ask you to.”

kuroo slightly frowned. “you don’t have to ask me, baby, I’m offering.”

he watched as your own brow furrowed, resisting the urge to lean over and smooth it out with his thumb. he tried again. “I know how much you hate blood work. I don’t want you to have to deal with it alone.”

a feeling of guilt started bubbling in your stomach. “tetsu, that’s exactly it, though. I don’t like it, but I’m old enough now to be able to do it alone…” you paused and shook your head before editing your sentence. “I should be able to do it alone by now without spiraling.”

he sighed and gave you a sympathetic look. “baby, there’s no expiration date on fear, or a set age that you’re supposed to get over something by,” he took your hand and rubbed his thumb over it. “you’re scared, and that’s okay. as your fiancé, I’m not going to let you suffer through that alone.”

you took your bottom lip in between your teeth and mulled it over. he tried to hide a fond smile as he watched the wheels in your pretty head turn.

truthfully, he already booked that day off work. you didn’t know yet, but as soon as you had told him the date of your appointment, he had reserved that as a personal day on his schedule.

he’d never call you predictable, but when it came to things relating to your fears, he knew you needed some emotional support- whether you voiced it or not.

finally you looked up at him again with a hesitant, slightly guilty expression. “you really don’t mind taking time off work for this?”

he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “for you, my love? never.”

and a week later, on the day of your appointment, he did everything he could to prove it to you further.

your appointment wasn’t until noon, so he made sure to spend the entire morning pampering you, distracting you enough so that you didn’t even have time to let the anxiety build up.

any time he noticed a faraway look in your eyes, he’d lean over and kiss your face until you laughed, really making sure to exaggerate the noises to embarrass you a bit.

and you recognized his efforts to keep you in good spirits, trying to meet him halfway. usually when you had a big nerve wracking event approaching, you were used to isolating yourself and trying to calm down alone. pushing through and wishing you could stay in control of your anxieties long enough to get through it and beating yourself up when you couldn’t.

however, since meeting kuroo, you didn’t have to do that anymore. when you first got together, you rejected any help he tried to give you. but once he realized that you just weren’t used to people giving you the emotional support you needed… that you were used to the opposite- being shamed for those feelings, he was able to navigate things better.

and along the way you realized that letting someone in was much healthier for you. so in an effort to keep that up, you let him take the wheel, figuratively and literally.

on the way to the doctor’s office, he played music and purposefully sang along badly, all in an attempt to make your life a little easier.

and it worked, because your brain had completely rejected any thoughts of worrying about the bloodwork.

until you had to sit in the waiting room, that is.

he could feel the anxiety rolling off of you as you waited to be called, and despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel a bit useless. all he ever wanted to do for you at any given time was make sure that you were happy and stress-free. he felt his heart break a bit as he watched you try to keep a composed demeanor.

so he pressed gentle kisses to your temple and let you play with his fingers. he even clogged up his storage and downloaded a ton of games for you to play if you asked (he knew how fast games drained your phone’s battery, so he gladly sacrificed his).

but he could tell from your crumbling expression and bouncing leg that the nervous butterflies in your stomach were turning into something much bigger.

he noticed a nurse walking down the hall towards the waiting room and quickly whispered something in your ear.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised at his words, which pulled a shocked laugh out of your mouth. “tetsu!” you whisper-yelled at him, not wanting to disrupt the other patients.

he just gave you a charmingly boyish grin in response, squeezing your hand when the nurse called your name.

she lead you both into a small room, and you started shaking a bit.

“please take your sweater off or roll up your sleeve.”

you did what she asked and kuroo settled beside you on the opposite side of the nurse, tracing the palm of your hand.

“oh my- you’re shaking! are you alright?” asked the nurse and you felt hot embarrassment shoot through your body on top of the anxiety.

“um, yeah, I’m okay,” you said quietly, obviously nervous. she seemed to understand and thankfully didn’t make a big deal about it, rather making conversation about other things as she cleaned your arm.

“is this your fiancé? I love your rings, and it’s so sweet that he came with you today… I wish my girlfriend was able to come with me to my appointments.”

you smiled politely at her, and tried not to watch too intently as she got her equipment ready. you didn’t notice the look she gave kuroo, or the nod he returned to her, understanding her secret message. distract them.

that was his plan all along- even if the nurse hadn’t told him to, he would have done everything in his power to get you to focus on him instead of the test.

once he felt you squeeze his hand out of fear and noticed the tears forming in your eyes as the nurse was talking to you about finding a vein, he gently cupped your cheek and prompted your face away.

“hi, pretty, just look at me okay?”

your lower lip wobbled as you nodded, wincing and screwing your eyes shut as you felt the nurse feeling your arm. “make a fist for me, please.”

your hand cooperated and you let out a small noise of discomfort as she got to work.

kuroo stroked your cheek comfortingly and smiled at you when you opened your eyes again. “have I told you that you look absolutely stunning today, baby? just jaw-dropping. incredibly gorgeous. so blinded by your beauty that I should actually be wearing sunglasses right now.”

if it were under any other circumstance, you would have scolded him for flirting with you in front of someone else so unabashedly, but in that moment you were honestly thankful for it. so you shook your head a little.

he gasped. “I haven’t? how awful of me, I’ll make sure to fix that right away.”

and so as the nurse continued to draw blood, with a small smile on her face as she listened to the near one sided conversation, your boyfriend made it his mission to throw every compliment under the sun at you.

"going back to our conversation last night, reason number three hundred and twenty six why I love you: you're so sweet, even if you're not trying to be. you're just a good person through and through, babe."

though it was mildly embarrassing to need a distraction of this intensity, listening to him talk was definitely having the desired effect on you. your eyes were still a bit teary, and your heart was beating fast, but the expression on your face told him that you weren't as focused on the test anymore.

the soft look in his eyes as he tried everything he could to help you was captivating.

he leaned over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and you huffed in disapproval. he laughed. "don't get shy now, there's still six hundred and seventy four reasons left to get through. I can space them out if you need me to, though. wouldn't want to send your heart into overdrive or anything. I can feel your pulse, don't even try to deny it!"

you were about to respond with what was no doubt going to be an attempt at a snarky comeback, but then the nurse pulled the needle out and pressed a cotton ball over the puncture site. "you're all done! great job."

you blinked at the nurse in surprise and she just smiled in amusement before placing a band-aid on your arm and walking out of the room with the vial of blood.

as soon as she was gone, kuroo tilted your chin up to look at him again. he gave you a big, wide grin and you weren't sure if the lightheaded, dizziness you were experiencing was because of blood loss or affection for your fiancé.

and once you finally made it out of the doctor's office, back into the car, he immediately leaned over the console and pressed yet another flurry of kisses all over your face and neck.

you giggled at him and tried to shove his face away, but he didn't let you, and instead grabbed your hands in his. he slowed down just enough to leave a few lingering kisses on your lips, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

once he was done, he smiled fondly and stared into your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. his expression was as soft as his voice. "I'm so proud of you, baby, that went so well."

you smiled at him in return. "thank you, tetsu, you really helped me today... I'm glad you came with me."

he shook his head. "I told you, it's no problem at all. I'm happy I was able to make things a bit easier for you. Now..." he straightened up in the driver's seat and started the car, but not before giving you one last kiss. "let's get some food in you, and maybe a bit of orange juice, too. I read it's good after getting blood work done."

you nodded and stole one of his hands away from the wheel to hold in your lap. you placed your cheek against his now extended arm and sighed contently.

thinking about the day and how hard he tried to keep you happy and safe... how he did his absolute best to take care of you throughout your panic... there was never a time you couldn't feel the soft, gentle love radiating off of kuroo tetsurou. everything he did was with good intentions, all for you.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, he felt a pair of eyes on him. at the next red light, he glanced down to see you craning your neck and staring at him with an unreadable expression.

he sent you a sly grin once he deciphered it. "...and maybe tonight, if you're feeling up for it, we can do what I mentioned in the waiting room."

you were one hundred percent certain that the dizziness from earlier wasn't from blood loss now.

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I'm not so sure how I feel abt his characterization or dialogue in this one :/

kuroo usually comes easy for me (...that's what she said) (I'm so sorry, I'll leave) but idk, the writing feels a bit off with this one, so I might do some major edits over time... I don't hate it enough to not post though, so I hope you enjoyed!!!!

#kuroo x reader fluff #kuroo comfort #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #kuroo x gender neutral reader #tw: blood #tw: needles

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ququb444hm · 11 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 20 / touché ☆

masterlist

warning(s): profanity, possible typos

the all-too-familiar pitter-patter of a dozy little kitten’s paws trudging his way across the cold hardwood floor of its owner's dorm was heard by no one as the only two occupants of the vicinity were currently fast asleep.

after being nudged off of kozume’s bed by yn, ginger trailed over to kozume himself who was curled up on the couch. missing the warmth of the blond, ginger made his way up on the piece of furniture and into the comfort of kozume’s arms which did not go unnoticed by the light sleeper as he began to slowly open his eyes to see the familiar fluff of orange fur.

“good morning you traitor,” kozume mumbled, stroking the kitten’s head. “so now you wanna sleep with me huh? what happened to yn hm?” ginger only snuggled closer into kozume’s chest making him let out a short laugh. his other hand reached for his phone on the table beside him to check the time– 6:18 AM. “shit. class is in a few hours and yn…” his eyes wandered to the hallway leading to his bedroom, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips. “isn’t even awake yet I bet.”

you see, yn is a heavy sleeper and quite frankly, not a morning person. on top of those two traits, she literally only fell asleep a few hours ago meaning it would be even harder to wake her up.

groaning at the task ahead of him, kozume got up from the couch and made his way over to his room with ginger curiously following close behind.

“yn,” kozume started, gently shaking the sleeping figure, “you gotta wake up ‘n get ready for class.” after a few more tries and still receiving no response, he began to shake yn more firmly until she groaned at the disturbance and dug deeper into the blanket.

“..mm’tired koz..”

“I know, I know, but don’t you wanna go home ‘n shower?” he pretended to sniff the air, “you smell a bit stinky–”

“go away koz!” yn whined, swatting his hand away but that wasn’t enough to make kozume falter.

his hands now grip the blanket that tightly consumed her. “c’mon, I don’t wanna get you in trouble, and personally I don’t want tetsu scolding me for making you late to class.” though the last part was more so to himself. with no response once again, he let out a frustrated groan before pulling the blanket completely off of yn whose eyes shot wide open once exposed to the cold morning air.

“what the fuck koz?!” she fumed, desperately trying to grab the thick fabric back but unfortunately failing in the end.

the pitiful attempt made kozume laugh, but seeing the annoyed look on yn’s face made him mutter out a quick “sorryy.” before motioning for ginger to follow him out of the room and into the kitchen, silently nodding to himself as a form of praise for semi-waking up the sleeping beauty. looking for something to eat for breakfast, kozume opened his fridge, eyes scanning the contents inside before deciding on an apple juice box.

a few minutes pass and the blond notices the suspicious lack of noise from yn who was supposed to already be up and out of his dorm unless she wanted to be late for class.

“oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” kozume grumbled, once again beside his bed where yn was, of course, still asleep. to substitute the missing blanket, yn piled up a bunch of kozume’s pillows on top of her in hopes to shield herself from the crisp air. “yn,” his voice was assertive, hands ready to ruin the mountain of pillows in order to retrieve the stubborn hibernating bear. “I know you’re tired pretty girl, but do you really wanna miss mr. collis’ lecture on theories governing chemical reactions or whatever it is we’re supposed to be learning about.” though her head was unseen, the vigorous shaking underneath the blanket answered kozume’s question leading him to let out another frustrated groan, but before he could take any of the pillows away, yn beat him to it and threw the closest pillow she could grab right at his face. “oh you bratty little princess.” now absolutely irked at the turn of events, kozume took a few steps back before running full speed ahead and jumping straight on top of yn’s somnolent body.

“kozume what the fuck?! get off!” yn yelled, squirming under the added weight.

“i dunno about that. are you awake now or?”

“ohmygod. yes! m’awake! just please get off!”

the whole ordeal lasted quite longer than kozume had expected. it was now 6:58 and yn still had to get back to shinrinyoku flower shop to shower and get ready as well as get all her things before making her way back onto campus for chemistry class at 8:30.

“hey c’mon, you’re falling asleep on me again.” kozume sighed, seeing as yn’s eyes barely stayed open long enough to see where she was going.

yn let out a lengthy yawn, hands rubbing her eyes. “m’so tired it's not even funny koz. think I slept at like..like I dunno even.” before kozume could respond, yn’s phone began to ring– “tetsu?”

“are you still at kozume’s? do you need a ride?”

“yes please. don’t wanna walk home, so tired, tets”

“yeah I can tell. I’ll be over in five. just meet me outside the building mk?”

“mmmkk.” the call ended and yn tried to shake herself awake. “tets is gonna pick me up, koz. gonna meet him outside, see you in class.” she squatted down to pet ginger who was purring at her leg before walking to the door.

as she swung the door open, literally swung it open, it accidentally came into hard contact with– “augh fuck,” yn’s ears perked at the noise. ashamedly, she slowly peeked her head behind the door to see who she had hit.

“keiji? ohmygod– are you okay?! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking straight n’ didn’t know anyone was gonna be walking through!”

through squinted eyes, keiji made eye contact with the culprit. “good morning, yn. It’s okay, uhm I’ll just–” a drop of blood streamed down his lips, dripping onto his shirt.

“you’re bleeding!” yn exclaimed, hands waving around, not really knowing what to do.

“oh. It seems like I am,” unlike the person in front of him, keiji was completely calm. “it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll just uhm..walk back to my room and get some ice–”

“yn? who’re you talking to?” noticing the slight commotion, kozume entered the scene, a bit curious as to what was happening in the hallway. “oh. good morning keiji, are you going on your morning run?”

“well I was until–” another few drops of blood painted his shirt, alarming yn.

“ohmygod! shit. shit. shit. koz–kozu do you have ice? c-can he have ice…please?”

“...uh yeah.” though sharing volleyball and band practices since the breakup incident and the vomit incident… the awkward tension draping itself amongst kozume, keiji, and yn seemed to linger. the three students quickly walked into kozume’s dorm to get keiji some ice. keiji took a seat around the kitchen island, yn sitting beside him with a napkin.

“do you think we need to go to the nurse? does it hurt a lot?” yn was awfully close to the psychology major, still a bit tired to notice how it might’ve looked to kozume who seemed to be bitten by the little jealousy monster as he pulled her arm away and replaced it with a bag of ice.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. don’t you have to meet tetsurou outside? class starts in about an hour or whatever.”

not even looking at her phone to check the time, yn hopped off the seat and dashed to the door, “byeee! see you two during practicing later!!” skipping to the end of the hall where an elevator stood, waiting to take someone to their destination, a door behind yn opened just as she pressed the button to go down.

“yn?”

“rinnie?” she furrowed her eyebrows, sure that his room was on the floor above. “were you just in mori’s room?”

the doors to the elevator opened as rintarou smirked out a similar question back, “and I assume you were just in kozume’s?”

yn stepped into the elevator doors, rolling her eyes at the fellow junior, “touché.”

the rest of the day went by pretty fast– well, to be true, yn did sleep through chemistry and was still only half-awake during her second morning class with koushi but! heyy ＼(^o^)／class is over and that’s all that matters!!

part 19 #onebedtroupe <- | masterlist | -> part 21 grandmama chocolate cake

note(s): NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW. NOT EVEN MY PROCRASTINATION (lie). i have planned out the plot till the end so! this smau will maybe end w 30 (35? idk could be pushing it) parts n i am giggling so bad because i have sm in planned like u DONT EVEN KNOW also the next few parts may be written out more than uh smau so sowwyyy. also thank u sm like SO MUCH for everyone who's been reading it like i will smooch u!! +none of the pictures used are mine!!

✩⡱ taglist !! + @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @sherryuki-callmeyuki @anny-bah @ast4rg1rl @sukunasrealgf @killed-kiss lmk if u want to be added (msg or inbox)ヾ(･ω･`；)ﾉ

#🐈.thanksalotcupid #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma x fem!reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x fem!reader #kenma x reader #kozume x reader #smau #kenma smau #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smau

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luvring · 23 days

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hi nia you genius ily i hope you are having a good day ^^

do u have any kuroo or keiji hcs to get me through my 7h shift😞?

FRIEND I'M SEEING THIS QUITE LATE 7 hr shift I'm so sorry 😧💔 I hope it went well. did it go well.. let me see what my brain can cook 4 u and any future shifts 🫂🫂

kuroo

kuroo would be the fun older coworker who takes the younger new ones under his wing. keeps saying "hello Youth" "is x y z still cool" "we're not really supposed to do this but-" etc etc

dad sneezes 😮‍💨 LOL

casual about taking care of you like. standing to block the sun + fanning you all while holding a conversation with someone else

likes doing those videos where the lady asks her friend how to professionally say things. like,, "can u fucking read" -> "as per my last email," LOL. you ask "tetsu how do would say-" and he's already cracking his knuckles

if you ask him to teach you like,, a video game or something,, he stays patient and helpful while you figure stuff out, and hypes you up So much the first time you win. he's clapping and laughing and going LET'S GOOO!! But then you get good enough where he starts competing + making fun of you and it's like omg where'd my nice boyfriend go 😔😔 /silly

jokingly texts you "it's national boyfriend day where's my present 😕❓️" and is shocked when you end up having one ready. tries to be cool and says you're the best present ;) but he's really so touched 😭 (for anyone who'd be His boyfriend,, he'd absolutely have one ready for you too!! you both pull them out and he's like Oh Shit? I should've known HSBDJSHS)

keiji

coworker who's always tired but nice and probably steps in if a customer won't back down. he has a handle of that customer service Fuck off energy

brings 3 pencils + extra lead to exams Just In Case

hold my hand. keiji at a masquerade ball. now walk with me. beautiful handsome stranger sticking near the buffet with a plate of food who you bond with over the course of the night. I grab your shoulders and shake you. leaving the ball and asking you to dance outside with no one else around and only the muffled music from inside. thankyoy

got drunk and bought a piece of wine mom home decor once because he thought it was so fucking funny. it's still on the wall in his kitchen LMFAO

keiji will quietly hum while he thinks you're asleep (while rubbing your back, holding your hand, playing with your hair, etc) and then 🥹 you ask him to hum you to sleep and he's super shocked/embarrassed because he never knew you noticed 🥹 but does it anyway 🥹 and it's one of your favourite songs 🥹 WAAHHHH

was going to an artist alley and, just for a moment, wondered if he should wear sunglasses so vendors wouldn't see him looking, and he wouldn't feel awkward about not stopping/buying something. then he imagined himself and promptly threw this idea in the trash

#🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #luvring.txt #;;ask game #just a few but im usually happy 2 think of more even outside the ask game since it isnt a big req ^____^

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csoorin · 1 year

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Kirishima realizing you are the child of their favorite pro-hero.

reader: gender neutral | genre: fluff & platonic

Kirishima

- You didn't really connected the dots about his hero chosen name and the hero name of your father, when you first heard you thought it was just a coincidence and didn't really make a big deal of it, especially because "riot" isn't a really uncommon word.

- He didn't had any suspicious, he was too oblivious to connect the color of your hair and your special quirk to his idol.

- It wasn't you who discovered about his fanboy life. After class, some of the other students reunited at the ginasium to do some training for the final physical exam, when you got there, Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were already friendly arguing.

- "Don't disrespect my man like that, he's absolutely amazing, you don't know what you're talking about." He said with his arms crossed and not making visual contact with Tetsu, he was too dramactily emotional to deal with it.

"I mean, he's great, but there are definitely others better."

"You guys shouldn't shout outloud about other people's parent like that, at least be discreet, man." Sero whispered and joined while trying to look discreetly at you, it didn't worked out, especially because Kiri still looked confused. "Your best friend!? You literally can't stop looking at them and you didn't saw the resemblance?"

"Damn man, I may be dumb but I can see" Denki said without putting much effort in the conversation.

- He freaked out when he found out, he couldn't believe how he didn't know it before, he was also a little bit embarrassed about the situation and had to gather some courage to go to you.

- You knew it was the time when some afternoon he awkwardly sat at your side in the empty school's yard.

- He didn't said anything so you turned your head a little bit to look at him, he still looked as he was trying to figure it out the words.

- "You don't need to make a big deal of this, Kiri." You smiled over his awkwardness, he was never like that.

"I don't know what to say, this is really cool." He laughed and turned to face you. "Like really really cool, I admire your dad so much, he's awesome."

"Don't worry, I will introduce you two." You couldn't stop smiling looking at his happy and embarrassed face, you were definitely having the time of you life making him go through all these emotions.

"I didn't came here to ask that!"

"Well, so forget then." You joked just to see him freak out again.

"No, no, I would love to meet him!" Kiri got up and tried to explain himself. "However, I am not sure of what I am going to say, I like to admire from some certain distance, I don't want to embarrass myself in front of him, oh god, it would be so bad."

"Don't overthink! You're amazing, I'm sure my dad wouldn't think you are horrible."

"Yeah, yeah, you are right." He tried to contain himself and sit at your side again, you knew he wasn't completely stable, but he would recover from his fanboy crises soon.

You two got engaged in another conversation after a fight between two little birds started to happen right in front of you and the afternoon passed with more silly conversations.

When both of you were heading towards the accommodations, before entering the kitchen hall Kirishima backed up a little and stopped abruptly.

"What?" You looked at him waiting for responses.

"Can I have an autograph?"

"Shut up."

#my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #gn reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x gn reader #bnha x reader #kirishima reader #male reader inclusive #gender neutral reader

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insideliascrazyhead · 11 months

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Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad Shenanigans 3 aka Tetsu´s instagram

Tetsu:Someone´s tipsy after a long night out!

Naomi:No this man´s wasted.

Chiharu:I love how he screamed wait!The grounds moving!Fuck!

Noboru:When you crawl home from a night out you´re totally fucked.

Dan:yeah because SOMEONE flirted with hot chicks and ended up taking shots out of her bra even though he was drunk already

Murayama:good old titty shots!Fuck yeah!Good for Cobra-chan!

Shiba:Showing Danny boy how its done!

Naomi:beautiful how all three of them loooved Cobra huh Dan?

Rocky:When Cobra ever parties in my club you better be sure I will upload the security footage on the internet.

Hyuga:Or hire him as a stripper!Ladies gonna love that.Your club is more boring then a libary.

Rocky:Fuck you firework boy.

Hyuga:At least I know how to party old man!Even Cobra that miserable fuck knows how to party

Smoky:And kill his liver,this guy is gonna vomit more blood then me

Tetsu:at least we then learned Cobra can pole dance

Murayama:I gotta see that shit!

Junko:Same.You gotta upload that.

Oshiage:What in the liver failure did I just read?!

Smoky:Where´s Cobra now anyways?

Junko:Sleeping peacefully on the billiard table.

Murayama:Adorable like a drunk puppy.

Naomi:Yeah I brought him a blacket two hours ago.He looked kinda cold and Yamato´s jacket wasn´t enough.

Smoky:I´m scared to ask.Gonna do it anyway.Where´s Yamato?

Oshiage:Sleeping under the billiard table of course.

Hyuga:I will pay whatever you want if you hit two pans against each other repeatiatly to wake the two dumbasses up!

Tetsu:Looking sweet and then comes Dan looking like a bouncer.

Naomi:At least this way woman talk to him in hope to get into whatever he´s the bouncer off.

Chiharu:Or crazy idea,try smiling grumpy pants.

Shiba:The only way a woman touches you when you look that grumpy is with a tazer

Dan:Cobra ain´t smiling either and get´s all the ladies!!!

Murayama:Cobra-chan looks like he escaped outta one of those romance books for lonely old woman.

Tetsu:That´s why he´s excluded from date nights!

Hyuga:To give yall losers a tiny chance with the ladies?That´s desperetation.

Dan:No dedication.

Smoky:Whatever makes you sleep at night man

Cobra:You will sleep alone at night anyways:)

Dan:I´m gonna choke you to death and not the way you like it you dick!

Yamato:Cobra´s to kinky to torture give it up....

Noboru:Can you imagine a serial killer tries to murder Cobra and he just moans?!

Murayama:Since when is it bully Cobra-chan hours?!

Cobra:It ain´t my fault you guys are all boring as fuck in bed man.

Naomi:Cobra not everyone needs to be beaten and chained to have a great time in bed....

Chiharu:That´s a great emergency plan tho!When Cobra get´s kidnapped again he can just say he´s into whatever they´re doing

Dan:Yeah!They will think he´s crazy and let him go cause they got scared

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:No kinkshaming but you´re probably a sick freak Cobra

Junko:you think Cobra has a dungeon?

Naomi:yes.

Cobra:Oi!Can we go back to when not if I get kidnapped?!What the fuck?!

Noboru:It will happen again.Clearly.

Yamato:Yeah cause you love to get into trouble.

Murayama:Don´t worry Cobra-chan we will come to the rescue!

Tetsu:Dan has no idea what he is doing but there are some hot chicks down the street so he wants to look cool

Noboru:Dan´s brain just dropped down south

Chiharu:The motorcycle isn´t gonna help whatsoever

Naomi:You gotta figure out how to talk to woman

Cobra:Yeah this shit´s getting ridiculus

Shiba:Or you´re gonna be the creepy old guy down the street in the liquor store scaring everyone one day

Murayma:I would love that for him actually.

Hyuga:The thing with the liquor store is such a cliché i love it!

Yamato:Meanwhile Cobra with two new hot chicks or guys every week and he wildly waves his cane in the air.Damn it Cobra!

Chiharu:Until his teeth will fall out and someone slips on them

Rocky:I saw you with a girl....That ain´t gonna work.Give it up man.

Tetsu:Hangover Cobra.

Chiharu:Moral of the story never play never have I ever with Cobra-san.

Noboru:Long story short this man has done it all

Naomi:yeah and than needed to drink it all.

Cobra:I`m not the one who laughed at my own joke until I puked.

Yamato:At least he´s not vomiting like crazy.

Noboru:Not anymore at least

Shiba:eww,that´s disgusting.

Junko:looks like he has regret and bad memories for breakfast

Murayama:you gotta ask if he wants any greasy food

Hyuga:or just another drink

Rocky:great then he pukes again

Yamato:he slept in a minute after vomiting if I didn´t catch him his head would´ve spend the night on the toilet seat

Tetsu:He even had his beauty sleep infront of the toilet to be sure to reach it in time

Hyuga:I would´ve loved to see that.

Murayama:Leave Cobra-chan alone you sadistic weasel

Rocky:greatest hangover cure is never stop drinking

Naomi:greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray

Dan:you´re nasty woman.

Naomi:You love it

Tetsu:Guess who they´re supposed to be!

Cobra:White Rascals?

Yamato:Noooo.That glowing red gotta be Daruma!

Murayama:I love this!

Hyuga:They wish they could party like Daruma

Smoky:Naomi would be a great Murayama.

Chiharu:A tear in the Matrix Universe thingy

Smoky:Would defenetly be a upgrade

Noboru:She´s less insane tho.

Murayama:I would call myself creative in the crazy department not insane.

Rocky:that´s even worse

Cobra:Oya would go down most of those crazed Hiyenas can´t even speak to woman

Murayama:Your precious Dan can´t either.

Dan:OI!

Tetsu:Only happy when it´s about food

Murayama:or tequila and violence

Yamato:That was always like that Cobra loves candy

Noboru:He still can´t out-eat Yamato tho

Naomi:We tested that once.

Chiharu:What?!really?!

Naomi:Kohaku told him no,so he needed to do it to prove him wrong

Noboru:He was miserable for two days after that

Yamato:Cobra did great for a while but gave up eventually.

Smoky:His blood is replaced with sirup by now

Naomi:Yeah like this one time he made a salad out of candy

Junko:explains the sweet personality

Dan:what sweet personality??????

Shiba:yeah he´s giving liquorice

Oshiage:Old one.

Tetsu:Wound treatment time!

Murayama:He still eating tho?!?!

Rocky:Than it ain´t that bad.

Smoky:He looks miserable.

Cobra:Naomi´s chamber of torture

Naomi:Shut your cakehole!I do what I can.

Hyuga:Dumbasses are accident prone.

Yamato:Crazy that nothing ever happens with your fireworks

Noboru:Luck is with dumbasses

Chiharu:Then why do we always end up hurt

Tetsu:We don´t always do

Chiharu:Cobra-san looks like he went through a meat grinder after most fights

Cobra:I´m just dedicated.

Yamato:Self sacrificing asshole

Cobra:Eat your food and shut up or I´ll shove it in there.

Noboru:Behave or Naomi get´s the wound cleaning ointment that hurts

Junko:We should replace the bandaids with Hello Kitty

Shiba:I´ll go buy some!

Tetsu:Smoking break

Rocky:Why isn´t Cobra driving his own car?

Yamato:Cobra doesn´t drive cars

Noboru:I mean he can but he´s miserable at it.

Naomi:Cobra drives like a madman

Cobra:I fucking don´t

Yamato:Yeah,Chiharu the first time he drove with you,left claw marks at the seat screaming I don´t wanna die

Chiharu:That´s mean I didn´t!

Dan:You had tears streaming down your face

Tetsu:At least we´re never late this way.As long as he keeps the windows up

Rocky:Why?!

Tetsu:Cobra screams at other drivers when he drives.I learned soooo many insults over the years like that

Noboru:My favorite was when he screamed:Did someone shit in your brain and forgot to flush or what´s not clicking that the fucking light is green you pisshead!

Dan:Or when he screamed your mother shoul´ve swallowed instead.

Rocky:lunatics

Smoky:I don´t wanna rain on your rollercoaster parade but you do know Cobra´s last name and the name of the gas station is on that car

Cobra:Yeah,that´s why the window is shut and Yamato turns up the music when I start screaming

Hyuga:The one car I wouldn´t drive on the hood of is when Corba drives even tho it could be fun....

Murayama:It would be like a rollercoaster on the street we gotta try that!

Junko:Then don´t do it in Sannoh!

Shiba:Yeah make that crazy shit around Oya

Oshiage:Then risk Cobra hitting your little brother and his Oya friends?!

Shiba:He will be sick that day if he knows what´s good for them some of those demons should get a hit with that car anyways might do some good.

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devil-of-the-field · 10 months

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let's make a CFV x KHR AU

damn no one's flames will match their colors aesthetically...

Aichi is Sky Flame, obviously, so orange. For Kai I am torn between Storm Flame, which makes sense for him because total obliteration? Red? That's Kai! But also he fits the Cloud Flame aesthetic. Operating from the outside, which would make him purple. Kamui is Lightning. I can't explain it. He just is. Which makes him green. Misaki would be Mist. I feel this very strongly. That's indigo. Naoki? Sun. No explanation. Yellow for the sunny boy. Shingo is also Mist. Because he is redundant. (I'm so sorry Shingo fans) But Reo, who is Rain then? Miwa. boom. He's the blue one.

(I could make both Misaki and Miwa Rain Flame since they both fit the calmness factor, and I would if it weren't for Legion Mate. I care more about the Mates than I care about Shingo, clearly. Also Rati is Mist.)

As for Team Asteroid: Ren has to be Sky as well. Just like Byakuran. Asaka is Mist, 100%. Which makes her rivalry with Misaki a perfect match. Tetsu is Rain, I figure? I don't even care about Kyou, but: Lightning.

I guess I should do the Quatre Knights too since I brought up Legion Mate: Gaillard is Storm, to parallel Kai I guess. He doesn't fit Cloud at all and Storm Flame holders are often the right-hand man of the Sky Flame holders, so this works. And Neve is definitely Lightning, which is a parallel to Kamui of sorts. Rati uses Mist, as I already said. Illusions and all. And Serra would be Rain. There is no dedicated "evil" flame, bad guys and good guys alike have whatever fits them best, so Serra being deceptively the "calm one" would be a fun subterfuge.

I know that if Kai is Storm that means there is no Cloud in the main cast but that makes perfect sense. You know who the definite Cloud Flame user in the cast is? Leon.

Feel free to disagree with me! I'm no an expert on this at all.

#cardfight!! vanguard #khr

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Wildchild [11]

Hi , lovelies 🍅

here is the new release. It's a bridging chapter with no particular warnings before a distinctly smut part which I have isolated in chapter 12, which will come out in September as Daiki's birthday is coming up and I can't avoid celebrating it. 🥣

I hope this August has been kind to you all! 🍉

love always, V.

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💣PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: long story, contains angst, fluff and smut parts.

The ball bouncing on the parquet.

Once, twice, three times.

The fresh morning air, two friends who involve you in their date because they already know what happened and want to see with their own eyes how you are.

A group of people you never met before, but who greet you with lively curiosity.

Her sweet smile, despite the fact that you have brought her nothing but disappointment.

"Did you sleep?" she asks, handing you a can of iced coffee, before opening her own.

'Yes, despite no longer being used to Tokyo's sweltering heat. I wonder where they find the will to run and play,' you smile at her, following with your gaze some of the boys from Kuroko's team who are about to start an informal training session.

"It's the same as preparing for a concert. Only practice makes perfect ” the girl replies to you, noticing your worried expression.

"Maybe I should go home " you sigh, returning the smile of one of Tetsu's friends.

“I haven't been able to play a note since I've been here. After last night then, I don't even feel like seeing a piano anymore” you conclude, placing the can next to you on the bench.

Satsuki nods, but you don't know what she really knows.

'Seijuro is at Kurima Island with his girlfriend because she felt like sunbathing. Too bad he promised to spend the same weekend with me. You see, he only deigned to warn me last night after dinner, just in time for Daiki to have another good reason to despise me " you briefly explain to her.

"I know that last part " she informs you, searching her boyfriend with her eyes and giving him a nod.

"I figured he'd run to you, he does that all the time" you note, finishing your drink.

"He spoke to Tetsu at the party, not to me. I can't help him, I don't accept the attitude he has towards you. What he said to you and how he said it is unacceptable! On what you grant Akashi I prefer not to express myself, you already know how I feel " she sighs.

" That I'm chasing after an engaged guy " you chant, bringing a hand to the back of your head to gather your hair.

"It does disqualify you" she tells you seriously, staring at you with genuine concern.

"What precisely would disqualify me? Talk? Help him mend a relationship with his father? Receive an occasional hug? Because that's what we're talking about " you retort, only then noticing the light blue-eyed boy's presence.

"It's not criticism, Satsuki is telling you that you're just wasting your time" he tells you as he sits down next to you, so charming in his white uniform, but just as strict in his analysis "Akashi and Aomine are both unfit, you need someone who will work hard for you, who sees you as a goal, a target, not a takeover. Akashi makes you delude yourself that you will have the perfect relationship with him, because he appeals to your fantasies, like a mirror that sends you back an absolute image, the one you created yourself. It's perfect but unreal. Aomine-kun on the other hand, does not try enough cause he's misled. Your relationship is so influenced by your addiction that that is all that matters. He panics when he does not know where you are: he no longer sees anything, he no longer understands anything when he realises that you are no longer there for him only ; and the same goes for you " he sums up, looking suspiciously at your chuckle.

"Tetsu, if that was the case I should have kicked him back to Yuriko or all the girls he's banged since I went to Kyoto " you inform him, finishing your drink.

'The situation is the same, actually. You can hide it, he can't, that's the difference. You are the same. You don't want things with Akashi to unravel because you know it would mean losing Aomine, but underneath you know the only one you actually crave is him, and that triggers this stubborn hatred that I don't understand. You're a smart girl, why are you wasting all this time?" he asks you serenely, reaching for his shoes to tie them tighter.

"Because I want to be proved wrong , for once" you sigh, "Because no matter how right you might be, he's never going to be someone who's longing for it, not for me at least. And that kills me, because at least for him I wanted to be something. Last night I felt like I was talking to a stranger, and I can't sustain that tension for someone who in two years hasn't even found time to give me a call. Satsuki, forgive me, I cannot keep the promise I made to you ' you conclude, smiling at her.

As you walk home, you think back to Testu's words.

As much as your friend has framed the situation perfectly, there is one thing he missed, and that is the central fact of your determination to sever ties with Daiki.

He can turn you around . He can make you become a person you hate.

That's why you must stop now: you will no longer wait for him, you will no longer go back to him, you will no longer know anything about him, as he asked you to.

Perhaps you will sacrifice something, but you will gain peace of mind.

You look at the fence that borders the kindergarten, you run your fingers over the thin panels and you hear them sounding, an off-key, irregular melody, like a chorus of children singing the same song, but each in his own way.

You smile, because it is something that still makes you happy.

You recoil, fetch a couple of Natsume's sweets from the kitchen and return to your bedroom, treating yourself to a second breakfast before changing. You slip into a thin linen dress, open the windows and tell yourself that you have to start again with what you know and move one step at a time from there.

You look at the instrument that occupies most of the wall opposite your bed, you sit down on the bench, lift the keyboard cover, place your bare feet on the pedals and your body moves on its own, finally free of thoughts and worries.

There are no emails from Sei, no messages from Satsuki for the fair, no inquisitive eyes from Kuroko or Imayoshi. He barely even exists.

This makes you calm.

This you will have to cling on to.

Your private concert ends 3 hours later, when the hunger pangs announce the start of the afternoon. You hear on the street the laughter of the children on their way to the nearby swimming pool, you stop and look out of the window, seeing baby yourself and Momoi in that little group, only a few years before. You had grown up without a pool nearby, but that mattered little because he always had a new place to show you, or an irresistible activity to propose. Most of your adventures ended with scratches, wet clothes and some horrible insect that he would punctually catch and give to his mother as a pledge of eternal love. She would say thank you, put the cage in a corner of the garden, and send you off one by one to bathe, waiting for her husband to arrive to release the “creature”.

Natsume.

She was the first person you had met once discharged from hospital, one cold but bright winter day. She signed the cast hanging from your neck, she made an armrest out of one of her colourful scarves so that 'it would at least look nice'. She thanked you for coming straight away to reassure her son, who had been in a bad mood for days.

At that time there were no schedules for phone calls or messages. There were only a series of greetings, always unheeded by the desire to continue feeling close, no matter if you were constantly being picked up by the nurses.

At that time, time was never enough.

You move away from the window and sit on the bed and rest your head on the pillow.

You close your eyes and you are back on the threshold of his room. He is dressed in blue, sitting on the bed, his back at the door, strangely reading a real magazine, shifting his gaze from the pages to the phone, which remains silent, because you are there, a few feet away. You feel the adrenalin rising quickly, and you know you cannot wait any longer. You want to see him smile right away, you want to kiss and hug him straight away, so you look for something pointless and silly to say.

"I'll tell Mai-chan you're cheating on her " you exclaim, causing him to turn immediately, finding yourself unable to move a step from emotion, happy when you see that he too is surprised and excited by your presence.

"You're here!" is all he says to you, before leaning down to cup the back of your neck with one hand and kiss you, leaving an unusual space between you.

"Come near, I'm fine" you smile at him between kisses.

"I'm so sorry" he replies, bringing a hand under your cast, smiling when he sees his mother's name on the brace.

"It's fine, look, good as new!" showing him the five fingers move.

"Will there be any consequences?" he asks you seriously, his eyes on your fingers as if trying to figure out if what you are telling him is true.

"Almost nothing, a little stiffness, but nothing that a good exercise won't put right, doctor's word! " you bring back, understanding the importance that information has for him.

"Does it hurt?" he asks again.

"Little, painkillers help. How are you?" you reply, playing with the edge of his jumper.

"Good" he tells you, as his long hand descends from your waist to your bottom.

"Good" you repeat, rising on your tiptoes to give him even more access, but you stop because a noise catches your attention.

"It's mum" his voice tells you, letting go with a kiss on your temple.

He sits in the middle of the bed, you sit at one corner, in between the basketball magazine opens on an article you pretend to discuss, just before his mother enters the room and announces she's leaving to go to the hairdresser.

"You sure you don't want to come with me?" she asks, probably already knowing the answer.

#aomine #aomine x you #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #aomine+daiki #aomine daiki fluff #knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x you #akashi x reader #vesperwrites #vesperdreams #vesperfairytales #aomine daiki #the basketball which kuroko plays

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so hold me close we'll take it slow

Cause there never was a story more heroic Then a man and his Romeo

law x oc, fluff, suggestive but no nsfw word count: 1.7k

It’s another quiet night on the Tang. Those who haven’t already settled in were on Kirin’s ship, either still enjoying what little left of the party there was, or passed out. Both crews dropped anchor in a cave inshore, only a little aways from the island they’d restocked at. Easy enough for an emergency getaway in case of a naval run-in, but they were hardly in any shape to travel at this point.

Law pores over an encyclopedia of medical knowledge late into the dark, accompanied only by the dim, warm light at his desk and an empty well-used coffee mug. There’s a knock at his door—a distinct pattern he’s all too familiar with.

Kirin peers his head around the corner curiously, “Hiding away in your study again, Captain?” he leans against the doorframe, all easy smiles and passive body language.

“Unlike some people, I have work to do,” Law doesn’t need to look up to know the kind of look he’s been given. When he does shift his gaze away from the text, it’s accompanied with a soft smile directed towards his counterpart, “C’mere.”

Kirin makes a whole show of sighing, pushing the door open a little wider to make way for his entrance with a practiced flair for the dramatic, closing it with his hip—but ultimately makes himself comfortable on the armrest of Law’s chair. “That’s what you always say, when are you actually gonna lighten up a little?”

Law welcomes the breach in his personal space with a hum, leaning in as his arm automatically snakes around the taller man’s waist to rest on pillowy thighs. Kirin smells of morning dew and seawater, no doubt leavened with heavy doses of alcohol, but with the height of their party having long passed, it’s bearable. “Have the lot of them gone to bed yet? I want to know exactly how many hangovers I’ll be fielding tomorrow.” There’s a snort, “Hardly. I heard Shachi and Tetsu getting into a drunken argument about which one of them has the cuter husband.” “Last I checked, Penguin hadn’t proposed yet.”

Kirin relegates his response to a quiet chuckle—it’s a low, rumbling sound in his chest, the kind that threatens to coax Law away from his studies—and he lets it. Kirin makes a pleased noise as he hears the hardback close, pushed back neatly into the shelf by his partner’s study as he’s pulled fully into the surgeon’s lap. He does little to hide the self-satisfaction that paints his lax features. “You’re a siren, you know that? Pulling me away from work like this.” “Is that so,” Tattooed fingers card through long, wavy locks. Pretty little digits marked by death in both the figurative and literal sense. “Am I dragging you into the depths of my love, doctor?”

“You’re also embarrassing, Denki-ya,” Kirin’s smile widens. “Yeah? Never said I wasn’t.”

This time, he laughs. It’s soft, delicate—even catching Law himself off guard a little at the sound—it lights a fire in Kirin’s heart all the same as he tilts his partner’s chin up for a kiss. Law’s goatee is scratchy under the pads of his fingers and Kirin is wholly unable to hide the grin he presses to caffeinated lips. There’s nothing but adulation in their eyes when they part, the kind that Law would chastise others for in public, it’s all tender smiles and quiet snickers between lazy kisses as curious hands explore well charted territory along each others’ bodies. Inked hands run a searing trail up Kirin’s sides, the other captain returning the favor along Law’s back with his nails. He lets out an appreciative groan and Kirin doesn’t resist the urge to look smarmy about it.

Law ignores this, instead zeroing his focus on the sound of skin on skin, the gentle rustle of their clothes, the way his partner comes alive under just a bit of touch, “The door isn’t locked yet, Kiri-ya.” “If anyone’s got the balls to bother us at this hour, it’s on them.” Law hides his smirk in response against Kirin’s mouth, craning his neck to meet the taller man in another heady, room-spinning kiss, only allowing one another brief snippets of air where they’re allowed to breathe small remarks of amore.

How utterly saccharine.

When they part, both men are flushed to the ears—whether drunk on the affection or leftover alcohol in Kirin’s system, neither are quite sure—pressing foreheads together as they take a moment to wind down, to center themselves a little. Regardless of what was to happen in his office that night, it wouldn’t do any good if either of them were to suddenly pop a blood vessel in the heat of the moment.

There’s a noise of protest when Law shifts to get them off his work chair; he raises an eyebrow at his partner, currently attempting to curl himself into a semi-comfortable position in Law’s lap despite the frankly cramped space and his larger frame. Law briefly wonders how long the chair would hold under these circumstances.

“Just a little longer, I missed you.”

“Yeah? You can miss me less in our room, it’ll be cozier too.”

Kirin makes another noise, but doesn’t budge. Law resigns himself to being his captain’s throne for now, but doesn’t miss the stutter in his breath when he brings a hand to cup Kirin’s cheek, how he so desperately leans into the other hand against his back, either.

Oh.

Kirin’s torso is bare—whatever skimpy top he had on prior had probably been ditched well before the peak of their crew’s little shindig—it’s hard to miss the slow rise and fall of his chest in the captain’s attempt to calm himself, heartbeat hammering away in his ribcage.

Law carefully traces inked fingers from the man’s neckline to his shoulders, kissing his collarbone when soft shudders come to surface. A silent reassurance of “it’s alright, I’m here” abutting tan skin.

“Kirin, wait.” Law shuffles him off his lap momentarily to shuck his pants and boots aside, ignoring the whimper from the older man as he takes this opportunity to stretch. His hoodie is next, callously tossed onto a large coat rack parallel from his desk.

“We’re really gonna do it when I’m like this? Oh, Law, and here I thought Warlords had some class.” Kirin doesn’t bother hiding whine in his voice nor the teasing undertone. Law raises his eyebrows at him, unimpressed, but mildly amused all the same as he helps his dear captain out of 6 inch heels, pants following suit.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Kir, I just figured you’d like it if we could feel each other better.”

“Mmhm, I’m sure you’d like to put something in mine too.”

Kirin hums as he’s pulled by the wrist by a huffy surgeon to the makeshift loveseat behind them. The pirate sits with a boneless flop, sitting with his arms on the back of the couch and legs spread obnoxiously apart. Law shakes his head as he joins him, pulling herculean thighs across his lap. It’s not very big and by all accounts shouldn’t fit two grown men laying down comfortably, but it’s well worn and the captains in question have made it comfy.

“So… we just gonna stare at each other all night or are we actually gonna do something?” Kirin posits with an air of nonchalance, yet the way amber eyes follow skilled hands up his midsection seem to indicate otherwise. At the same time though, Kirin’s not nearly as frisky as he normally is. “I already told you, dumbass. We don’t have to do anything. I just… want to hold you for a bit. Isn’t that what you came here for, too?” The captain makes a face at having his bluff called, turning to face Law with a sigh. It’s tired. Heavy. For once, Kirin’s the one who looks older than his age.

Law pulls him close, intuitively knowing what he means without the need for words, “It’s been a while, huh. Do you remember what we did the last time we were together, in here?” He hums into tresses of white, combing through Kirin’s hair the way he knows will calm his boyfriend down. “Mmh, aside from each other?” There’s a pointed look Kirin pretends not to see, “It was just after you were made a Warlord, so we had to act like we were enemies and fought. I don’t think many people bought it though. Least of all Smokey.”

They’ve moved into laying down, hands still lazily tracing patterns over the other’s skin. Kirin’s fingers follow the outline of Law’s jolly roger on his back through muscle memory, eyes slowly drifting to a close. Law’s laugh is husky and muffled, more than content to rest his head on the older man’s pillowy chest.

“Considering what we did at the next meeting, I don’t particularly blame his skepticism.”

Kirin’s lips purse into a pout, “Is a man really not entitled to disguise himself as a marine to give his Warlord partner the sloppy toppy they deserve in the back room of a naval stronghold?”

“God, shut up. Why are you so embarrassing?”

“Cause it’s funny to see you get riled up,”

Law shouldn’t be surprised, really, but he does little to hold back the groan that leaves him, only muffled by his boyfriend’s ample chest. Kirin cracks an eye open to look at him with a lopsided grin, swinging an arm around Law’s waist and trapping him against the back of their couch, the steady thrum of their heartbeats lulling each other to sleep. — Morning finds the captains tangled in a mess of hair (mostly Kirin’s) and limbs—some even hanging off the couch in a less than graceful manner—and underwear that left little to the imagination.

So does Penguin.

He sighs, dragging calloused palms down weary, hungover features and tapping a clipboard against the brim of his hat. These clowns didn’t even bother to lock the door. Tossing a blanket over them to save what remaining dignity they had at this point, Penguin exits Law’s study.

Their captains were undoubtedly down for the count, even though one of them didn’t drink so much as a drop last night and the other couldn’t get drunk, so it was once again up to him—and whichever one of the ‘responsible’ members of Kirin’s crew—to get things up and running.

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece law #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d water law #law x oc #lawrin #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #i'm beginning to see a pattern here #just some boys being tender #penguin needs a raise #op penguin

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That was a short reply?

I don't know? Maybe I will have to pay attention next time. Now I'm so curious to know if she was just beating those guys up, drugged them, or something. But I do remember piles of men were lying at her feet.

I already have original characters for Rocky and Hyuga.. Kind of. But I just don't know what connection Red might actually have with Hyuga yet. Apparently Red seems like an enigmatic character I can't actually figure out for some reason. I don't actually know why she's like this.

I do like a lot of the characters in Worst. Fujio, Tsukasa, along with too many other characters. But the storyline for Worst doesn't even seem that entertaining to me compared to the original story for me anyway that I don't know. Maybe because they went against the yakuza in the original story.. I really wish there was more story to High&Low: Worst.

I do like most of the characters, most of the fight scenes, most of just about everything. But I wish the plot of the spinoff was very different.

Yes. Hyuga's comment are sarcastic, sardonic, the similar tones when he is playfully having a conversation with someone. But you'll actually know the different different tones whenever you are talking with him.

Not a himbo character? He's very attractive but not that intelligent, at least compared to the mafia boss. I'll have to see for myself whenever I watch the show. But still. If you're going to meet up with someone in the police and detective factions, while you're an undercover cop, it is best that you just go to places that are more private than restaurants.

There could have been different ways they could have communicated a lot better. Notes, phone calls. Or a different business to meet up at.

I don't know.

Or maybe at home? Like he tells her everything when they're at home then. A place that's private. Where you wouldn't get caught by others.

Actually.. I think he does do that at some point. But that's all I will say.

I know, I know.. This show wouldn't be a show if Vincenzo demolished the building so he could take the money. But still. Vincenzo actually is a patient man. More patient than me. Because if I was him, then I just would have thrown those people so I could demolish the buildings for the gold. The fact people are more worried about themselves actually angered me, instead of being compassionate toward an injured man.

sorry, replied right when i woke up and the brain was not working for me.

there were definitely men passed out around her, but i thought they were like drugged or super drunk.

i already have ryuko for hyuga, but she’s more sisterly and idk if i wanna make a romantic interest for him. also don’t know about rocky. i like the four ocs i currently have and dunno how i’d fit another in rn.

the worst story is a lil boring. like i know it’s a spin off, but h&l had much more going on. worst is very central on oya, so i guess i miss the other gangs being involved. they’re not even mentioned as far as i know, beyond like, chiharu and tetsu sometimes showing up randomly. i still haven’t watched the last worst movie, need to get around to that.

you really have to know hyuga personally to understand when he’s actually being sarcastic and when he’s being genuine. because it’s very hard if you only know him on surface level, since the tones are very similar.

not really a himbo. like he’s kinda smart, he’s very adaptable, but also does some dumb shit. it was a very dumb decision to just go meet up with his wife in public like that. i don’t think he’s been returning home, he’s got like a bunker where all his police information is. but i don’t think he even told his wife before he went undercover. his wife only found out when she called his division and his boss said that he was ‘on sick leave’. like. stupid decision to not talk to his wife as all before going off. not much of a himbo tho in the classical sense.

he’s far more patient than me. i would not be able to deal with these people acting how they do. like i would’a been outta there. get my gold and gone. be that gd rude to me, accost me with all these questions after i just got out of a coma? fuck your building and livelihoods! he’s a better man than me.

#tj answers #long post //#long post anon

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kenma and shoyo fight

a video was sent to the bfs in there GC

youtube

Kuroo:huh what is this

Akaashi:lets watch and find out

they clicked the video and saw sho and kenma Fight!?

Sho:I'm starting to glitch like really really glitch

Kuroo:glitch kitten what do you mean?

Akaashi:lets keep watching

Sho:I'm fading away

Kuroo:What!?

Sho:Kenma i'm losing my power and i Don't know when I'm gonna be gone for good

Akaashi:power!?

Kuroo:gone for good!?

Kenma:omg your fading away shona I I Don’t know what to say hey before you lose your power can you just help me with just one thing

Kuroo:kenma what the fuck!?

Akaashi:kenma wth she is dying and you asking favors

Kenma:could you use your ghost powers to thwart a little video release Oikawa has a bad tape on me I want it erased could you just scramble it

kuroo's thoughts 💭ghost powers is my kitten already dead impossible everyone can see her

Sho:I- are you kidding me i came here to apologize to you and you came here to use me I am literally about to disappear in to a freaking lava lamp

Kuroo:kitten omg i may never see you again

Sho:because i don't know what my UFB (unfinished business) is you're still sitting here caring what everyone thinks about you

Kuroo:so its true my gf is dead

Sho:i have done literally everything to make sure that you could be cool and then you could make your mark and you can get a bf but you have done nothing you have done nothing for me you care more about this stupid video or some dumb comment that i wrote then you care about your best friend

Kenma: ........

Kuroo:how would you like to tell my bf it was you that got me killed

Kenma: ......

Akaashi:!?

Kuroo:what!?

Sho:over that stupid video you little gang ambushed me and beat me to death have fun explaining that one to Tetsu

Kenma: .....

sho walked off crying

akaashi was to stunned to speak kuroo was upset to say anything as well both kenma and sho came online

Kenma:hey

Sho:tetsu

Kuroo:hey kitten

Akaashi:kenma why

Kenma: huh?

Akaashi:kenma don't play dumb now i know sho is dead your friends killed her

Kenma: .....

Akaashi:is that what that video is sho's death

Kenma: .....

Kuroo:why did you do that your my best friend you killed my gf

Kenma:i didn’t my friends did

Akaashi;exactly your friends you were there you watched you are an accessory to her murder

Kenma: ....

Kenma:i never told them or asked them to do it they just did it and oikawa filmed it and it and said if it got out we would all go down then i figured since she was a ghost she could make it all go away no one would know how was i to know atsumu made a copy to send to you guys

kuroo went offline clearly angry sho said shd would go go him akaashi told him to give him space while that was going on kuroo tried to find was for sbo not to disappear he even suggested she be on his computer think like iron man with jarvis or flash with gidian that was the sams concept for sho she agreed and it surprisingly worked

END

#Youtube

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esoteric-mantra-stuff · 1 year

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Orion and the Pleiades (The Icebound slightest return)

Heyyyyyyyy I hope all of you are well. Sorry if this chapter is a bit long, but I had a lot of ground to cover and I ended up skipping a few things to make it a bit shorter. For those of you who like to listen to music while reading, here's a few suggestions.

Theme for the Sorcerer's Isle base

Theme for the breakdown of Lobo's plan

Please enjoy

CW: Brief mentions of Suicide Ideation and some slight blood. Also of course mentions of Patricide.

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The first letter was delivered to you by hand.

You were visiting the Church of Elleh on a simple errand; pop in through the site of grace, buy some honey and some pots, and then return to Sorcerer’s Isle. Lobo was waiting for you with dinner; the sun had long gone down, so it wouldn’t do to linger. He’d told you to wait until the next day, but you already knew how pouty he could get if his coffee weren’t sweet enough. Besides, it would take only a moment.

Only the merchant wasn’t the only person there. The girl’s large white hat and grey cloak reminded you of a mushroom, one of those that are as bewitching as they are deadly. The church seemed to drop several degrees in temperature as if frost would start to form in the bricks of the ruined wall where she’d perched herself. You tried your best to ignore the other shopper, but you could feel her gaze in the back of your head. How she could see anything with that big hat was beyond you, and quite honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

To be honest, she was being quite rude, staring wordlessly like that. You weren’t THAT strange, were you? You tried to return to the Site of Grace with your purchases without making eye contact (hat contact?), but then the girl opened her mouth to speak in this wispy tone that made you think of a ghost. “Tarnished… Come hither, if thou wouldst. There is a matter we must discuss.” she beckoned you with one of her four arms. Her skin was blue and glossy, almost like a porcelain figure. You wanted to leave, but something about her tone told you that wasn’t an option. So you approached her. You could see some of her features under the hat (she WAS a doll) and watched with bated breath as she pulled something from under her dark cloak. It was a letter in a cream-colored envelope, sealed with a red stamp and addressed to one “Aster, son of Blaidd the Half-Wolf” with no sender to be found.

“Prithee deliver this letter to him, the one thou knoweth as Lobo of Medía.” the doll said, handing it to you. You wanted to ask more questions, but she vanished before any sound could come from your throat. The letter felt slightly cold, and you looked it over a few times. You noticed that the seal was that of Carian Royalty. This letter was from either the queen in the Academy or one of her remaining divine children. Just who was that doll?

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You appeared by the site of grace near the shore of Sorcerer’s isle. In the distance, you could see the silhouette of Lobo illuminated by the bonfire, and above you, a canopy of twinkling lights adorned the sky. The little tower you now called home bathed in the soft light while the shadow of the academy loomed in the distance.

Tetsu’s Rise wasn’t what one would’ve called home. It was tiny, musty, and filled with old tomes that had been water damaged beyond repair. It had no windows or doors to keep the cold out, and it was smack dab in the middle of Liurnia of the Lakes, close to nothing but the Academy of Raya Lucaria. The two of you hadn’t planned to make it your base of operations after killing Godrick, but you didn’t feel safe at Roundtable Hold with that all-knowing bastard around, so you made do. In time you learned the necessary spells to activate the different safety countermeasures of the rise, how to seal the main entrance, how to enchant the windows to keep the warmth inside, and how to hide the Rise from prying eyes if necessary. Lobo got both of you enough straw to make some simple bedding, and you needed only a fire outside to cook as a makeshift kitchen. All in all, not a bad start.

Having a tower like this was the true mark of an accomplished sorcerer, so it was at least a little exciting to live in one, even if it wasn’t given to you by anyone. Lobo stayed on the first floor while you took the second (you think it’s because of how precarious the stairs to your new study/bedroom are for him, you’ll have to look into putting a railing there). You furnished the tower with whatever furniture you could find in your travels and used the many unreadable books as kindling for the large fire pit you kept outside. Over time this makeshift little isle clubhouse became almost cozy to the both of you. You’d spent so long wandering that having a place to call home felt nice. Better yet, it didn’t cost you a single rune!

“Ah, you’re back! Did you find the honey?” Lobo asked as you sat down next to him. You nodded, handing the jars over. “Try to make it last, okay? It can’t be good for you to eat that much honey.” you tried not to scold him too much, but it was becoming a bit of a problem for budgetary reasons that three full jars of the stuff couldn’t last you more than a week. He shot you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. In my defense, the idea to eat honey-glazed fritters was yours, not mine.” You looked at the golden chunks sizzle in front of you. It was a simple dessert but a favorite of yours. “Fair enough. Just maybe use two or three fewer spoonfuls of the stuff in your tea. It won’t kill you to drink it with a reasonable amount.” Lobo gave a long stage sigh, putting a hand over his eyes in mock despair. “I’ll have to survive somehow. What has the economy come to?”

The fried dough was ready in no time, and soon after coating it with some honey and a bit of black pepper, you were happily munching on them along with a cup of tea. “So, did something happen at the church? I hope old Kalé didn’t give you too much of a hard time.” Lobo asked before popping another honeyed bit into his mouth. You shook your head. “No, I met a strange girl in a white dress and hat. She asked me to deliver something, now that I remember.” Lobo tilted his head in curiosity as you fetched the letter from your bag. “It’s for Aster, but she told me to deliver it to you. Do you happen to know this person?” you handed it over. He turned the letter from every angle, his ears shifted back and forward, and his brow furrowed. “It could only be from her. Lunar Princess Ranni, I mean.” It was before your time, so you knew little about the Carian Princess other than her involvement in the Night of the Black Knives and her subsequent disappearance. You stared at the quarter-wolf in confusion. “What would the Princess want from you?” you asked, but he shook his head. “I have some ideas, but there’s no point in speculating.” he broke the seal and began reading the contents. You watched the shift in his expression as he read, trying to glean some information from the tilt of his ears or the low wag of his tail. You knew royals were not to be trifled with, and whatever was on that letter must’ve been of great importance. Was the girl you met the Princess herself? If so, the fact that she came in person to deliver it spoke volumes on its own. With bated breath, you waited, and waited, and waited for Lobo to be finished with it until finally, he folded the letter with care, returning it to the envelope.

Before carelessly tossing the thing into the fire.

“It’s all rubbish, honestly. Banish this event from your mind, friend. The letter was of no importance, none whatsoever.” Lobo said before returning to his tea. You were too stunned to speak. No matter how much you would continue to probe, he would not budge. You had to drop the issue, and that was final. You couldn’t guess the contents based on his expression, and with the letter destroyed, it would force you to accept the mystery. Still, the doll was a Princess; would she truly take a simple ‘No’ for an answer?

You tried to forget about it, you really did, at least until the letters kept arriving.

You were investigating the Crater of Limgrave, a large hole in the ground supposedly caused by a falling star. The floating chunks of stone and rock were an impressive sight, attracting the attention of explorers and thieves that delved deep into the crater to find treasure. They settled into peddling their merchandise at the small Bazaar that formed at the mouth of the Crater. The two of you needed a Glintstone Key to access the Academy, where the Queen of the Full Moon held another great rune. If there was an ancient city down at the depths of the earth, as many peddlers suggested, something that could bypass the seal of the academy’s doors might’ve existed. You perused the different wares, but little caught your eye. You did most of the talking as your companion didn’t enjoy raising his voice. You must have looked unusual as the wolf whispered words into your cheek. Then again, people always stared when you two went anywhere.

“Are those spirit ashes?” Lobo asked, pointing at the small box on the traveling merchant’s blanket. “Why do they… look like that?” he asked, and you understood what he meant. They looked strange, almost wet or sticky. The merchant caught you staring. “Ah, those caught your interest, eh? Most people here don’t see the value in ashes like these, so I’d be glad to sell them to someone who knows their worth.” Lobo picked the box up, appraising it from every angle. “How much does it cost?” He whispered to you, and you passed the question on to the merchant. The man laughed, but you didn’t get the joke. “For friends of Renna, you can take it for free. I’ll even throw in something extra.” Now you were confused. Who on earth was Renna? Lobo’s ears swiveled again, and his brow furrowed as he clutched your hand. You got the distinct sense he wanted to leave immediately. The merchant pulled a familiar envelope from his coat. “Here, this is from her. You can take the ashes for free as well. Just put in a good word with her for me, eh?” The man continued, not noticing Lobo’s discomfort. You both said goodbye with a polite bow and left without looking at anything else.

The letter was thrown into the fire unopened. Lobo was in a foul mood for the rest of the day.

So it continued that the letters kept finding their way to you one way or another. When you explored an old cave, what was it that you found past a bloodhound knight? A derelict shack and a letter stuffed in an emaciated old wolf’s mouth. Picked up and then thrown into the fire yet again. When you visited Roundtable Hold to do some smithing and spirit tuning, Roderika handed you the same letter, claiming it to be shown to her by a spirit. When you approached the Minor Erdtree of Liurnia, it was a courier with yet another letter that awaited you (He bolted pretty much the moment the Erdtree Avatar that laid dormant started moving). You continued finding them in the most unlikely places: Jarburg, Fort Height, Siofra River, The Deathtouched Catacombs, The ruined academy town filled with those deformed Albinaurics, With an isolated merchant in the Caleid Wilds, Stuffed between the pages of a prayerbook you found and handed to Brother Corhyn, given to you by a giant pot warrior you helped get unstuck from a hole in the ground, at Stormveil Castle’s divine tower, and the worse one; the one that pushed Lobo from annoyance to absolute ire…

A letter was placed on top of a familiar makeshift grave.

You’d honestly never seen Lobo ever get that angry. He threw the letter into the fire after tearing it into tiny shreds. His left ear twitched, his fangs were bared, and a vicious growl settled deep within his throat. You were worried that he would draw blood because of how tightly his fists were curled, his dull claws digging into his palm. He simply stared at the fire, and the look on his face told you he wasn’t about to let this slide. “I’ll need a horse. I’m setting out tomorrow.’” He said while you were going up to bed. You knew Lobo had a plan in mind, and he wasn’t asking for permission to go ahead and settle things with the witch. “I’ll go with you.” You said and then continued before he could protest. “You’ll need some backup if things go south. Besides, I’ll just follow you even if you say no.” He scratched his head, trying to think of a way to convince you before resigning himself with a sigh. “Coño.” he muttered. “Fine, you win. I just don’t know what she’s capable of. Promise me you’ll be on guard.” you promised him, not that you had a choice.

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That’s how you ended up here, in a place known only as the Three Sisters. Skipping over your fight with that dragon (whose head Lobo took the time to drag to the doorsteps) and the many Fingercreepers that swarmed you while making your way up Caria Manor (Oh, and I guess Lobo did stop to take a piss by the entrance, but that was skipped more for decency’s sake.) The sight that greets you inside the central tower is a bizarre one, to say the least. “Ah, you must be the Young Aster and company. Welcome to Ranni’s Rise. I assume you’re here because of the invitation?” The ghostly figure of a masked troll greets you as you make your way up the tower. “My name is Iji, I am one of Lady Ranni’s vasals. She’s expecting you upstairs.” his voice is at odds with his appearance. It reminds you of a tree, impossibly wise and ancient. Lobo stares at the troll, who keeps his attention on the book, not returning his gaze (at least as far as you can tell with that mask he’s wearing). “War Counselor Iji, is it? You’re… not as tall as I expected.” Lobo says without a shred of irony. The old troll finds it amusing, however, chuckling to himself. “That’s something I don’t get very often. I suppose that it was her that told you about me.” Lobo gives him a curt nod. His eyes don’t leave the mirrored surface of Iji’s mask. Lobo leans into your ear, and you can feel his breath on your cheek. “I will go on ahead and meet with the witch. Please stay here in the meanwhile.” Followed by another message; in an even quieter tone than his usual whisper. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” You nod, and he leaves without saying anything else. “How exactly WOULD he get out of my sight?” You thought as a strange silence filled the room.

“It seems he has inherited his lack of tact from his mother, along with the bluntness from his father.” Iji says to no one in particular. “For a moment, I had thought I’d seen a ghost. The resemblance truly is remarkable.” He turns the page of the book, continuing in silence. You decide to probe the troll for more details. You have so far only heard of the old wolf through what Lobo has told you. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but did you know Lobo’s father?” Iji nods as he turns yet another page of his book. “Young Aster’s father, Blaidd, was Lady Ranni’s stepbrother. The Two Fingers granted Lady Ranni a Shadow, a warrior incapable of treachery who would serve as her vassal. When she denounced her flesh and took the path of the Empyrean, both Blaidd and I swore allegiance to her.” Another page turn. He continues without lifting his gaze from the book. “As Lady Ranni’s destiny is to wield the Fingerslayer Blade and weave her night into being, so was Blaidd’s destiny to become a baleful curse on her for defying the Two Fingers. Aster’s mother was the one who found the blade, but when she discovered the fate that awaited Blaidd, she couldn’t bear it.” Iji’s voice doesn’t betray much emotion, but you can almost feel something close to regret in his voice. “She ran away, making herself an enemy of Lady Ranni. While I can’t stand by such treachery, I know she meant no harm to Blaidd. Regardless, it was his duty as a shadow to hunt her down for her betrayal.” He pauses, looking up from his book to gauge your reaction. That’s about as much as Lobo had told you, but there are still a few things you don’t understand. “I’d heard as much. What I don’t understand is why you’re being so friendly to us at this moment? Surely you know what we did.” On the way to the Rise, you’d brought up the possibility of a trap to Lobo, but the quarter-wolf dismissed it. Apparently, the letter assured him you were safe, but he wouldn’t explain why (the jerk). “If Blaidd was a close friend, you have every reason to resent us.” Iji hums. His voice takes a grim tone as he responds. “... The treachery of Aster’s mother broke something in him. Shadows cannot die, but I assure you that if they could, Blaidd would’ve ended things himself long ago. To meet his son once more, and to die by his hand, was a blessing in disguise.” He closes the book and puts it to the side. Iji suddenly feels a lot older, like his age has finally taken a toll on him. “... I don’t resent either of them, to speak quite frankly. Aster’s mother was simply trying to save a friend. She chose her fate alone and seized it with her own hands. Something Lady Ranni, Blaidd, and poor Aster, who was merely born into this most awful situation, could never do.” A tense silence hangs in the air. You just look at the troll in front of you, unsure how to help in this situation. It is clear that Iji feels guilt over what happened, but without any further clues, that’s about as far as you can go. You feel like you need some air.

Iji picks up his book once more, and the moment of weakness is over. The troll is back in his role as the War Counselor. “Besides, I do have a soft spot for the lad. He reminded me of his father when he was that age.” You move to the balcony when Iji falls back into silence. You can see an abandoned tower in the distance. You don’t see anyone else, so Iji might be Ranni’s only vassal.

“...doth thee understand now?” You hear the voice of a woman from somewhere above you. It’s far away, but with how silent the Three Sisters are, you can make it out if you strain your ears. “Yes, I was aware of most of it anyway.” You hear yet another voice you struggle to make out. It seems that Lobo and Ranni are two peas in a pod when it comes to never raising their voices.

“I intend to forgive thy patricide, the murder of mine brother, but thou shall have to return the Fingerslayer Blade to me. Please, I beg of thee, fulfill thine destiny.”

“... weren’t you… going to let Father die anyway?”

“...”

“No, actually, it’s even worse. You were going to let Father go insane and expected Mother to kill him, didn’t you?”

“I do not see how-”

“You may forgive my patricide, but that doesn’t absolve you of anything. I may have done something terrible, but you’ve not in any position to cast judgment.”

“Do not forget thy position, quarter-wolf. The Chill Night is upon us, and it was out of respect to thine father that I did not take the blade by force.”

“Who do you have left that can take it by force? I’m not afraid of you. I know how to deal with witches. Not that you could do much to me anyway. Even if I die, I’ll always come back.”

“...”

“... The age of stars shall come; thine attempt to avoid fate is foolish. Please, I am only attempting to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. This is what mine brother would have wished for as well.”

“... do you even know what Father would’ve wanted? Did he ever tell you what he felt chasing after us? Do you even know anything about him?”

“Blaidd understood that mine fate was as unavoidable as his, and he accepted it. It is time thou understood so as well.”

“Bull! I know for a fact that you didn’t tell him anything!”

“Watch thine tone, Aster.”

“He wanted to live more! He wanted to see us and to be with Mother, and you didn’t even warn him of what would happen!”

“...”

“... I killed him, but it was not fate that made me do it. You may continue to shift blame onto the stars all you want, but I refuse to be like you.”

“Thou’rt truly a child. Thine fate is to hand over the blade, and to keep running away from it will only cause thee more pain.”

“Call me names all you want, but you already know my terms.”

“...”

“A glintstone key for the academy… I know you have one.”

“... hehe.”

“...?”

“... she… she was bullheaded like that as well. Very well, the key is yours. I’ll warn you, I will not let any harm befall the queen, so banish any thought of doing so from thine mind.”

“Fine, here.” You heard a noise, something hard hitting the floor. “Now, I hope you’ll do good on your word, and never speak or reach out to us again.”

“On mine honor, thou hath mine word so long as the queen stays safe.”

“...then good day.”

You can’t hear anything, so you head back inside. Iji pays you little mind; he seems enraptured by something in his book. After a few moments, Lobo comes down and motions you two to leave. You both say your goodbyes to Iji and make your way outside. You think of using the site of grace at Ranni’s Rise to return home, but Lobo insists on making your way back on foot.

On the way down, you stop by the derelict tower you saw from Ranni’s balcony. Lobo closes his eyes in concentration, his ears perk up as if listening for something. “She’s not watching, you can come out now.” from the top of the tower you saw a familiar armored figure come down. Another Lobo? “Surprised?” The Lobo right behind you says and the one in front of you stops and stares, that dopey smile plastered on it’s face. “It’s the spirit ash I bought earlier. I needed to do some stuff unnoticed so I summoned it while I pretended to go take a piss.” Ah, so it’s a mimic of Lobo, summoned by that goopy spirit ash. That makes… well actually no, that still doesn’t make much sense. You must be making a face, because Lobo senses your confusion. “We needed a glintstone key to get into the academy, remember? I could only think of one person who would still have it in her possession. I wanted nothing to do with her after what she did, but something needed to be done.“ Lobo leans against the doorway, looking up at Ranni’s Rise. “Besides, if I kept ignoring her she might’ve done something more drastic. She’s desperate enough to do some awful stuff. You might see it as killing two birds with one stone.” You look between your companion and his mimic, the mimic stares at you, tilting it’s head in confusion. “What about this guy then? You said you needed to do some stuff unnoticed, right?” You ask. Lobo pulls something out of his bag, it’s the Fingerslayer Blade! “I needed another one of these. Ranni would never trade for anything else. It was a way to take care of her, so she can’t hurt anyone anymore. The Mimic copies everything with absolute accuracy, that copy is as much a real Fingerslayer Blade as the original.” He looks the blade over. The gnarled bone it’s made from is very grotesque. “That fake blade would’ve been more than enough to get the Two Fingers to retaliate. Though she would find that it lacks the power to truly end them.” You think you understand now. If the Two Fingers knew of Ranni’s betrayal but she posed no true threat to them, they would get rid of her somehow. “I see, but won’t the spirit ashes fade if she gets too far away?” Lobo shakes his head. “I don’t think this has happened before, but I am a child of her shadow. That means that we share a bond by blood, though I doubt there’s a true name for it. It’s enough to maintain the fake blade as though I were there at least.”

“At least you could’ve let me in on it. I would’ve helped you.” You huffed, but Lobo shakes his head again. “No offense, friend, but your face is so expressive. Anyone can tell at a glance what you’re thinking.” Oh, the cheek on this wolf! You would love to punish him for it, if only you were more than just friends. “...jerk.” He lets out a hearty chuckle, and you just want to wipe the grin off his face. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. I…” his ears drop “I didn’t give her the fake one anyway.” You tilt your head. He scratches the back of his, looking apologetic. “She’s awful, but she’s only doing it because she thinks it’s the right thing to do. I… I can understand it, I think. She’s sacrificed everything for her fate, even though she doesn’t have a choice.” You put your hand on his shoulder, and he leans into it for comfort. “I don’t want to be the person she thinks I am. I don’t want to be the man who abandoned his siblings in pursuit of revenge anymore. I want to choose my own fate, not to repeat my own mistakes over and over.” He hands over the false blade to the Mimic Tear. It takes it, and with a polite bow it vanishes. You both say little after that, and you return home. You’re really tired for some reason.

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Unbeknownst to you; Ranni the witch struggles in her tower to pick up the true Fingerslayer Blade that had been dropped at her feet. Fate had changed after all, and she was now unfit to fulfill her role. Perhaps this was a fitting punishment, more than death at least.

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