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ohitshoneybee · 5 months

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Don’t Fear the Reaper

Chapter 5

Movie!William Afton x OC

Series Content Warning: SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT ANY TIME, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, murder, MASSIVE age gap (it’s like 30 years), smut, like, a lot of smut, much more to come im sure

Chapter Content Warning: clara’s an idiot and does drugs on the job, kidnapping

GOD BLESS @bowersbubbles AND THANK YOU GIRLIE FOR THE DIVIDER AND BETA READING, I LOVE YOU!

Clara gets home and she’s far too deep in emotional turmoil to sleep, so she paces her apartment. Back and forth between the kitchen and living room, her landline still flashing at her. She groans and stops in front of it, pushing a button on the machine.

“You have four missed calls,” The machine announces, followed by her voicemail recording.

Tyler’s voice plays, his suddenly grating voice ringing through the apartment. “Clara, baby, please don’t do this! You know it never goes well! Listen, there's a party this Thursday, you should come! We can work this out, I know we can!” She groans and clicks the delete button, moving onto the next voicemail.

Tyler, again. Not shocking. Clara skips this one without listening to it, and the next one, though the last one catches her before she can cross the room to skip it. It’s Tyler, again, but there’s music in the background. Music she’s heard before, at the pizzeria, nonetheless.

“Clara, baby, I don’t know what’s going on or- or where I am- oh god- You need to come get me now!” He drops his phone and Clara can hear a metallic thud, an oddly rhythmic one at that, followed by screaming, glass shattering, then silence. The music stops and she clicks the delete button. That voicemail sits with her for a couple hours as she stews and watches the garbage that airs on early morning tv. It’s not out of the ordinary for her to get calls like that from Tyler, he’s constantly getting into places he shouldn’t with his friends, and Clara has all but stopped caring.

Plus, she’s far too preoccupied with the adventure of her own she had last night.

The sight of Mr. Raglan - Steve - on his knees in front of her replays in her head over and over again and she groans, burying her face in a pillow.

She falls asleep to the drone of the television and wakes up around 8, tossing and turning in bed for close to an hour before she manages to get up. She showers, gets dressed, and throws together a couple snacks before heading out. A weed brownie, courtesy of Tyler, sneaking its way in there.

Clara parks, just like every other night, but surveys the parking lot and the front door much closer since the break in the night before. She gets in and everything’s exactly as she left it, tables and chairs stacked on one side of the room, everything freshly dusted, swept and mopped. She starts her routine - check the cameras, put on the vest. One of the cameras is offline - the one looking into the workshop - so she makes a mental note to go check everything’s alright. Clara starts with the feeds from front of house, double checking the front entrance is closed behind her and the animatronics are still fine before making her way back through the halls, then going through the cameras outside again. As she flips through the cameras, she digs the brownie out of her bag and breaks it in half, saving the rest for later. Knowing herself, she’d eat the entire thing and regret it. She eats it as she goes through the cameras again, her nerves wreaking havoc on her already. On an empty stomach, Clara’s got about 40 minutes before the edible really kicks in.

Clara kills those 40 long minutes by spinning in circles in the desk chair and obsessively going through the cameras. The effects of the brownie wash over her in waves, a warm flush to her cheeks as she starts to relax. She manages to pull herself out of the desk chair before she practically melts into it, and she fumbles through the locker for the flashlight.

Clara’s steps echo slightly through the halls as she meanders, peeking into the various rooms and closets. All is well, until she gets to the metal grate door keeping her from the workshop. It’s locked, and she pulls on it only to be met with an echoing rattle.

“Hello? Anyone there?” Clara shines her flashlight down the hall, though it doesn’t illuminate anything further than six feet away. No response, though for a split second, she’s convinced she sees a pair of white lights, almost like eyes, but she brushes it off. She reaches into her hoodie pocket and starts aimlessly fidgeting with the building keys.

It hits her suddenly and entirely out of the blue - there’s a third key she hasn’t tried in any of the doors.

“Well.. here goes nothing, I guess.” Clara sighs, pulling the keys from her pocket. She tries the third key in the lock and it clicks, swinging open with a creak. She’s slack jawed, actually shocked it worked.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.. I swear, I’m living in a horror movie.” She pushes past the door, feeling around on the walls for a lightswitch. She can’t find one, and moves on, trusting in her flashlight. It isn’t a particularly long hallway, and as she gets closer to the workshop door, she hears someone humming in there.

Opting to keep the element of surprise over whoever’s in there, Clara’s as quiet as a mouse as she pushes the door open, slowly and carefully.

It takes her a second, but she’s startled when she realizes it’s Steve, and she drops her flashlight, alerting him to her presence. He’s wearing the yellow rabbit suit, minus the head, and he turns on his heel immediately, a sinister look in his eye. “Oh Clara, little bunny, you really shouldn’t have come back here..” Steve takes a half step towards Clara and she runs. Back down the hall, slamming the grate door behind her. She’s shaking far too much with the adrenaline coursing through her veins to lock it and take the keys, so she topples some boxes and a stack of chairs.

“Clara, sweetheart, there’s no need to run! I’m not going to hurt you, c’mon!”

With her heart pounding in her ears, she books it towards the front door, realizing all too late she’s left the keys and it’s locked. “Oh fuuuck.. Oh god I’m so dead- fuck!” Clara jumps as the animatronics start up, the song blasting at full volume. She makes a run for the arcade as the curtains open, but she’s far too slow. Clara’s jerked back suddenly as Freddy snatches her by the back of the vest, holding her a few inches off the ground. She struggles and screams for help as she listens to Steve approaching, and stares him down with tears in her eyes as he ducks through the doorway.

“Oh Clara.. You sweet, naïve little girl.. You just had to poke around, huh?” Steve stops a couple inches in front of her, bending down to her eye level. Clara’s shaking with fear, any snarky retort she may have had now stuck behind the lump in her throat. She tries her best to blink back the tears welling in her eyes, but a few betray her and roll down her cheeks.

“Hey, no need for that, I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you. You think I’d lie?” Clara manages to shake her head no, a few more tears streaming down her face. Steve reaches a hand up to wipe them away, but she shies away from his touch as far as she can turn her head. He grabs her by the chin and she flinches, her eyes squeezed shut.

“C’mon baby, I’m not gonna hurt you, you have to trust me.” Steve turns her to look at him.

“Please just- just let me go home. I won’t tell anyone, I won’t tell the cops, please, Steve, just let me go,” Clara sobs, her stomach in knots as she pleads and tries to push him away, her arms not much stronger than noodles.

“You know I can’t do that, now that you know.” He pulls the suits gloves off and grabs her hands. “Clara, I can’t let you go, I couldn’t the moment you walked into my office.” Claras stomach churns, and her face flushes pink as Steve continues. “I-I staged the break in, so that you’d call me. I honestly didn’t mean for you to get hurt, I’m really sorry baby-” He starts rambling and Clara cuts him off. “Why do you keep calling me nicknames like that?” “You- Fuck, you really don’t get it, do you?” Steve huffs and drops her hands, pulling his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re mine now, Clara, whether you like it or not.” He drags a hand down his face in exasperation and puts the aviators back on. His words set something off in her, a warmth spreading through her as her pupils dilate. Whether Clara knows it or not, the look she gives Steve makes his cock twitch - her icy blue eyes welling with tears as she looks up at him through her eyelashes.

Steve notices, even in the low light, and lets out a chuckle. “You liked that, hmm? Some part of you, deep down, but a part of you nonetheless.” He lifts her chin and they lock eyes.

“I- uh..” Clara tries to deny it, but she can’t will the words to come out.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know words get so hard for you when you’re high. No need to talk, just smile and nod. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?” Steve smirks as Clara nods and seems to melt like putty in his hands, despite the adrenaline coursing through her. The full effect of her treat now finally hitting her, Clara starts mindlessly nodding, her eyes barely still open.

“Put her down, Freddy. This little bunny isn’t going anywhere, is she?” Clara beams as she realizes Steve is talking about her, all the warning bells in her brain shut off. She stumbles slightly as she’s set down, taking a moment to regain her footing.

The rest of the night is a blur, but Clara distinctly remembers getting into a car and dozing off, the soft glow of the streetlights and quiet radio chatter luring her to sleep.

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #fnaf movie #william afton x self insert #william afton x oc #lmk if i forget anything lmao

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weirdothinking · 1 year

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4, 10, 14 💛

4. Movie of the year?

HAAAhaaaaa perfect timing actually cause i saw the new Avatar movie on thursday!!! 😍 i was looking forward to this movie soooo much ahhh. ik theres a lot of critism but yall pandora is literally such a dream cause of the nature and all its ridiculous how hard i wish for it to be true. probably also the reason why i love glowy stuff, i guess the first movie back then started this obsession! (sometimes i feel sad that we dont have this much bioluminescence on earth dkjdkjd) also.... na'vi are hot, i said what i said

anyway the second movie has its flaws (like the first ofc) but i loved it regardless! actually watching it again with my parents next week <3 so yeah this was def my top movie this year. it heped me escape from life for 3 hours, made me feel a thousand emotions at once and also showcased again how important it is to protect our earth and its animals!! 🥺

10. Something that made you cry this year?

the avatar movie. four times to be precise

pffft no but like.. there has been something that happened but im not quite comfy with sharing, sorry! 🥺

14. Favorite book you read this year?

i swear every year i want to read more books anD YET.. so the only one i can mention is the one Lia recommended me! (i havent finished it tho, shame on me)

its written very nicely and ive been highlighting important stuff like crazy in this book! it really halped me realize some things and gave me tools to use in real life already! so if this is something ur interested in or struggle with i highly recommend this book! 🥰

End of the year Asks

#thank you bestie!! and sorry for the wait!#hope ur good <3333 #alltagsmüll

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toiletwipes · 1 year

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hi?? hello?? im currently loving villain by the devils law?? like im genuinely obsessed and i have so much to say so have this whole ass rant??

so like— this might be a stretch but im kinda thinking that honey might be non-human as well?? that whole bit about her “glittering (or glowing i dont remember) in the moonlight” kinda threw me off but that might just be me being dumb asf,, BUT ALSO on top of that, the whole thing with eileen dreaming about honey before she was born?? kinda makes me think that honey is one of them forest creatures that just kinda inserted herself into their life?? idk lmao i might just be going crazy or smth

BUT ALSO IK I SAID THIS BUT I GENUINELY LOVE THIS FIC SM ALREADY like i cannot get it out of my head, and ik u just uploaded a chapter but im wondering if u have a schedule or at least know when the next one will be out??

also do u think i could be 🐙 anon??

first off i love you. we r kissing rn.

mmmmmm i can't remember if i said it before BUT I can't spoil toooooo much but she's not a changeling and she is eileen's kid, 100% (but i can't remember if i said she was human or not. hmm. fkfjdjfj)

but i did put that line in there on purpose! im glad you caught onto that!

AND IM!!!! SO SO SO HAPPY YOU DO!!! this fic has been stewing and brewing in my head for a while now and NOW!!

hmm so my schedule.

i work weekends so i would love to update on like tuesdays or thursdays but its not always the case (and tbh its been more along the lines when i get a killer idea and it needs to be written now)

so. let's aim for tuesdays and thursdays, or just a generally every other day.

but I AM VERY EXCITED FOR WHAT COMES NEXT SO THE NEXT CHAPTER COULD COME VERY SOON. PERHAPS. MAYCHANCE.

and i see u, u can be the anon of my dreams but yes!!

#anon asks #wipes answers #fic: devil's law #okay so i uh #have an outdated anon list #and i think Both squid and octopous is taken #maybe we could go for the written word like squid anon or octopus anon or the deep dark tentacle anon #the last one was a joke BUT let me know what you'd prefer!!!#also tell me all of your thoughts #i am crazy i am obsessive and i need to know what everyone thinks about this fic at all times

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ghosthunterbuck · 19 days

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(i hope its okay for me to now be annoying in ur inbox about d20 but i dont have a ton of friends who watch the show so im always excited when i find out someone watches the show)

how many campaigns outside of fantasy high have you seen if any? have you seen a court of fey and flowers thats one of my favorite non main campaigns. (anything aabria dms is exquisite imo)

also god im so obsessed with all the choices theyre making this season in fantasy high im so glad we got a third season after all this time i love the bad kids soooo much

also god now we're gonna have back to back nights of absolutely insane episodes between wednesday fantasy high and thursday 911. im so excited aklsjgasjgd my brain is flipping between the two at rapid paces. if it were a lightswitch i would be at a rave mentally. lou just needs to pull the trigger on canon bi fabian and then ill have two for two on beloved shows where a beloved main character who is soooo bicoded realizes theyre bi this year.

im also obsessed with everything ally is doing with kristen this season. ESPECIALLY this new relationship with gertie. im full beesbees. the fact that gertie is a sworn nemesis with fabian only makes it better imo.

next week is gonna be so wild i was already so fucking excited for next wednesday night and now ive got thursday night to look forward to as well and just. AHHHHHHH

okay i could ramble about the bad kids. forever potentially. ill cut myself off there.

see you at basrar's <3

Yes PLEASE keep talking to me about dimension 20 I love it with my whole heart

I’ve seen all of it (except shriek week lol) and yessss acofaf is such a banger, Aabria can do no wrong imo

Having FHJY and 911 airing at the same time is actually going to melt my brain I think lmao bc yesss this season has been so freaking good. I can’t get over Adaine and Aelwyn’s relationship this season, the fudgy the whale thing was so cute 😭

I could make this extremely long lol but I’m gonna hold off of posting a 12 paragraph essay lmao

Anyway I love this for us

#Abbie answers

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carafell · 1 month

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Dear tumblr. Today was wonderful!

Though it passed without any sudden, intense bursts of positive emotion, all in all, this day was a good one.

Im still not sure how many details about my doings i can safely disclose, without risking that i go insane worrying over being doxxed, so lets consider this post a test run. If i dont disappear tomorrow, it means i didnt wake up to a 1000 annonymous 3AM pizza delieveries and that im not on "da bin" yet.

So, today i was interviewed for something. It was related to one of my long-term obsessions that i base my whole personality on, so just imagine the excitement. Overall i think i did a good impression. Picking me should be nothing but logical, though we'll see about that next thursday

Despite the interview having collided with some of my classes IRL, i only had to skip one to make it. And i didnt even feel tempted to skip the rest! I picked my cute little bag up and went to recieve proper formal education like a good boy with a propeller hat.

Next, a certain online group that i asked to join few days ago has accepted me. This subject has the broadest attack surface i suppose, so I'll spare you the easily identifiable details.

I am undertaking yet another attempt at fulfilling the dream of becoming a internet microcelebrity. I am armed with a lot of things that work to my advantage, but the component i still lack are friends. For this reason, i picked the coolest group that has shown me the most warmth, and asked to join them. And get a important role right away too, while we are at it.

Seemingly impressed by what i made already and the perspective for more that i offer, they agreed. I am now among the big boys, bearing, in theory, a high position in the community. As always, i knew that the pompous image they advertise publicly isn't consistent with reality, but that doesnt bother me. The more flaws there is, the more recognition will i get for fixing them - and the higher my position will soar in practice!

All i have to do now, is repay the trust they gave me. One-up my previous creation and show them they made a good choice. I guess i would also like to be genuine friends with some of them, but I dont think i'd be able to find common ground with most of them socially. I mostly count on a professional relationship.

Besides that, I worked a little, created something, talked with my pookie and ate a sandwich. I also have a guest over tomorrow and i forgot to do laundry.

I better get going. I can hear the pillow calling out my name.

#my ordinary life #give me attention #totally not boring crap #chronically online

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sweatertheman · 2 months

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okay, i've been struggling to write anything for days. i've been sick and distracted, which is probably ehy i haven't been able to get in the zone. maybe i can logic myself into it, here.

okay, so far, the conversation between john and rose has been a brief mention of sburb, and rose's mom, but then rose asking about john's birthday party, and discussing why john's father bought ghostbusters decorations, even though john doesn't care about the first movie, and showing off his nerdy interests socially ostracizes him, why serves to show off why they're friends. john finds rose to be funny and smart, and rose likes how honest and good natured john is. john turns to rose for help and to share his ramblings, because she can engage at his level, and rose confides in john because she feels she can trust him, as she tends to be a bit paranoid and untrusting in most people, but john is just a good guy who seems to care for her, even if she doesn't quite get why. i suppose the next thing to discuss after john's dad would be john asking about rose's day, maybe asking if she's been using the knitting needles he sent her. rose mentions she's been using them as part of her ongoing mind games with her supposedly evil mother, which allows for better establishing her character as smart and learned, but ultimately obsessive and untrusting. or, maybe not...?

ugh, im running out of steam already!! ive had three days home alone noe because of being sick but i havent been able to use any of them. thursday i was too sick, friday i was sick and busy with chores, today i was busy with chores, tomorrow ill be busy watching my little sister.

im too tired and stressed or whatever to form good sentences. fuck.

#homestuck #homestuck^-1

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uhthor · 3 years

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the first three episodes of oouil were something else like oh my god we got so MUCH? everyone was so fucking good? it had twists and surprises that even i wasn’t expecting? why is miles j. harvey not cast in everything that’s on tv right now? all nate and bronwyn have done is stare at each other and hold hands once and i am unstable? why is evan british? i’m so glad ch@se st0kes isnt in this show george is so good as tj? barrett is terrifyingly good and i cannot wait to see him as the show progresses? i have so many THOUGHTS!!!!!!

#liv rambles #no but seriously george is so good #he feels the most natural of the characters with the least screen time #he has really owned the role of tj and ch@se st0kes could NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!#barrett as end of the book jake will be terrifying and i am so excited for it #he is so good #they are all so good #we have so much cooper and kris content i literally don’t know how to handle it?#IM OBSESSED CAN IT BE NEXT THURSDAY ALREADY!!!#and nate and bronwyn oh y m GOD THEY ARE SO SEXY AND INCREDIBLE #when he put his hand on hers to stop her shaking oh my GOD I PERISHED #THAT WAS THE SINGLE BEST ACT OF INTIMACY IN ALL OF TV #I LOVE THEM SO BAD #I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THEM NEXT WEEK PROGRESSING AND HAVING THEIR PHONE CALL MOVIE DATES #oouil #one of us is lying

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

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wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that...

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss"

"alright!"

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others.

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..."

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework"

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try.

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

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thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

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friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-“

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

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watwrmelonstyles · 3 years

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I lied

heyyy i dont have many ideas but if anyone wants a part two let me know, im waiting up till 3 so i can watch the new episode of tfatws so this is what imma do while i wait.

Lmaoo I didn’t finish it Thursday but now it’s Wednesday so it took me a week to finish pahahah.

tw: none im innocent... ish

also im very embarrazzed because i just watched civil war with my family and as soon as Chadwick came on screen i was balling, im being judged rn.

Backstory: you and bucky are both avengers, you like eachother but wont admit your feelings, nothing a bit of alcahol and truth or dare cant fix ;)

currently obsessing over this gif imma leave it on a loop all night.

"y/n truth or dare..." the game had become a tradtion at Starks parties, youd already been dared to flirt with Loki which ended with Sharon getting stroppy and leaving.

She needs to make up her mind with who shes in love with.

"truth", natasha never wasted a chance to make you spil your darkest secrets on these but you were drunk as fuck so its not like youd rember the next day.

"do you like bucky..." Bucky looked at me from across the table with that hot smirk plastered on his face.

If i tell the truth they're never letting it go.

"nope", i say taking a sip forom my coctail. Thats a lie i downed the whole thing..

I look over at Bucky whos looking down at his feet, i can tell thats not what he waned to hear.

"im getting more drinks..." he says before getting up and leaving.

"shit.."you whisper under your breath, you wanted so badly to tell him how you feel, that your so head over heels in love with him that hes all you can ever think about.

"tell him how you feel", wanda whispers to me before taking her turn to dare steve to do shots of "thors special alcahol".

Wanda was the mum of the group but also the one dancing on the table by the end of the night.

I stood up and followed Bucky to the bar, "hey buck, you okay...", he turned to look at me and smiled, "of course doll".

You looked deep into his steel blue eyes,"buck I-..."

Of course Sharon had to walk over at that point,"hey Bucky wanna dance, get you away from miserable bitch for a while", she whispered thinking I wouldn’t hear.

"Oh my god shut the fuck up you dumbass fuckface", I reply without realising what I was saying first.

"What did you call me", a fuckface are you not listening or something, Bucky laughs under his breath.

"A fuckface", I say with no thought process at all.

"She didn’t stutter fuck off sharon", Bucky says edging closer to me.

"So doll where we’re we", he turns to face you.

"I lied... I love you bucky"...

You should listen to this song it was in cherry (Tom Holland’s new film) and I’m obsesseddd omg and cherry is AMAZING so you should watch it.

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gabriellaleen · 2 years

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The goo jit zu's/wilder's siblings(Part 33)

Inaaya was peacefully in her room until she saw a gift next to her, she got up and saw a little paper on it and it was from Mia, "Mia give me a gift?" Inaaya thought, she started to opened it and inside was a flower crown that were daisy's, she tried it on, "It looks...nice." Inaaya said while looking at the mirror until Maddie just came, "You got one too?" Maddie said, "Yeah and you also got that from Mia?" Inaaya said, "Yeah." Maddie said, "She gave me a white rose crown." Maddie said, "Oh okay." Inaaya said, "I heard Mia and Grim was also giving some flower or rose crowns to the others." Maddie said, "And I also heard that Mia was saying something in her room." Maddie said, "What did she say?" Inaaya said, Maddie explained it(I literally forgot the sentence from Part 32 ;-;) "So someone is gonna take to her dream place some day." Inaaya said, "Yeah, also I saw her holding a note and she closed it and was holding it in her hands and I couldn't even grab it from her." Maddie said, "Why?" Inaaya said, "She nows someone can grab it from her and she will give them a death glare for not them to touch it." Maddie said, "And I was curious who that note is from somebody that always help her a lot." Maddie said, "Well, she always get help from Grim and her classmate." Maddie said, "I think it was from Grim because he's been acting on Mia." Inaaya said, "Im kinda sure also." Maddie said, "Btw I have to go." Maddie said, "Oh okay, well bye." Inaaya said, "Bye." Maddie said as she went through the wall. The next morning, Inaaya woke up and still had her daisy crown on her and got up from her bed and went to the living room, she saw some others were wearing a flower and rose crown on them, "Woah, some of them are wearing it." Inaaya said, "Morning Inaaya!" Rina said and went up to her, "Oh, you also got a daisy crown from Mia?" Rina said, "Yeah." Inaaya said, "Mia!" Inaaya said, no respond but Bri spoke, "Oh, she's with Marie at the Flower Garden." Bri said, "Oh okay." Inaaya said, she went to a room where she saw Grim and Tygon talking, Inaaya was gonna hear them talking, "So, you think she will say yes?" Grim said, "Dude, I'm sure she will that you'll take her to her dream place on valentines day." Tygon said, "But she keeps saying no when I made a choice for her." Grim said, "I know bud, but I know you can do it, she'll trust you." Tygon said, "And since when did you have been close to Mia?" Tygon said, "Like when we met each other and we talked, that's when I was close to her, man I wish she could say yes and I feel I want to pray for it🙏" Grim said, "Your already praying." Tygon said, "I know, I'm just curious if she's close to me also." Grim said, "But she kinda hates you that you keep annoying and acting obsessed-" Tygon got interrupted, "Boi shut up." Grim said, "Nah." Tygon, "I know she kinda hates me, but some day she'll be fine with me." Grim said, "I gotta go and have a nice dreaming about Mia." Tygon said as he walked away, "Shut up." Grim said, he blushed a little, "Geez your sometimes annoying also." Grim said, "And always acting-" Tygon was gonna finish his sentence but Grim got pissed off of him, "You little-" Grim was about to get pissed off but Inaaya just came, "Grim, calmed down, don't get pissed off from him." Inaaya said.

To be continue

(@inaaya , you can do part 34 if you want too and I know you will do it at weekends or sometimes on Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday or Friday)

Grim praying:

#goo jit zu #goo jit zu's sibling #story #inaaya #maddie #rina #bri #grim #tygon

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mashiraostail · 3 years

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Hiiii, i was wondering if i could request some vlad king and gang orca taking care of their s/o pets. Like if the reader was out of town and asked them to take care of their dogs👉👈 i feel like vlad is such a good doggy dad that the dogs play together and i feel like gang orca would be lost but doing his best and if he was taking care of a cat i like to think it would love being around him because cats love fish and he would just always have his s/o cat cuddling on his lap. Im sorry for ranting lol i love your work you're doing great💕

awwehehe this is so cute since you mentioned dogs for vlad and cats for kugo that's what i went with! also indulged myself and included kugo/ jiro/shoji content bc that seems like such a GOOD FUNNY AND WHOLESOME trio and i wanted more content than we got smh

Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King: "Hey Sek, I need a huge favor.” You look up from your phone at the taller man who is currently scrunched into the corner of his couch scrutinizing a piece of paper with really terrible handwriting on it. “Sounds dangerous.” He replies without looking up and you snort dropping to the cushion beside him. “Only a little, but I think you’re good for it.” “Alright then, so what’s the favor?” His eyes flick up to you. “I need to go visit a friend out of town.” You sigh, “she had a baby last month, I used to work with her husband and she asked if I wanted to spend some time back home with her for her birthday next week, I should be about five days.” You rest your hands on his knees, “so while I’m out there..would you mind watching Kilo for me? I hate to leave him behind but It’d be a pain to travel so far with him I know he hates trains.” “That’s a huge favor?” He raises an eyebrow at you, “sure I can watch him. I bet they’ll get along fine.” He glances at his own dog curled up under a chair. “But only If you can figure out what the hell Monoma tried to write here.” For all intents and purposes, Kilo was a good dog, a little stupid, but a good dog nonetheless. To be honest, he’s really honored you trust him with the task, you’re the only person he’s met that seems to love your own dog as much as he loves his. Plus it also meant that Kilo had to like him a fair bit which was also a relief, as a dog owner he knew any potential partner was only as compatible with him as they were with his dog, and his dog loved you, he was sure you felt the same way, any partner that Kilo didn’t get along with would be impossible for you to get along with, he found it more than a little reassuring that Kilo seemed to enjoy his company. Past all that, and maybe even most important this was a perfect opportunity to introduce the two dogs. He was sure it was no secret to you but this wasn’t exactly a casual fling, with the way things were going it felt pretty inevitable that he’d ask if you wanted to move in together; but if the two didn’t get along well then..that’d be an issue. Though he was sure if things got tested out now you’d have some time to at least try to get the dogs to be comfortable with each other or hopefully think of some sort of workaround. In his eyes, this was a blessing for him as much as it was a favor to you. “Are you sure you don’t mind keeping Kilo at your place?” Sekijiro is slightly embarrassed to say how early he arrived at this park, he wanted to tire his own dog out before introducing the pair, he’d advised you to do the same so you were walking to the park, you'd called him on your way. “Of course I don’t mind babe.” He tosses a ball from his seat on the bench and watches his pudgy bulldog trot over to it, “it’ll be easier this way, right?” “Yeah that’s true, I just don’t want Kilo wrecking any of your stuff, he always means well but he gets into trouble sometimes-” “Don’t worry about it, he’ll be a model student by the time you get back.” He hears you laugh into the receiver at that. “I don’t doubt that, I’m almost there, I’ll see you in a few okay?” “Yeah sure thing, can’t wait.” You huff out another laugh at him before hanging up. “Sekijiro!” You chirp brightly at the sight of the man, he’s too busy taking you in to respond. Kilo’s trotting a foot or so in front of you on his leash, that old joke about dogs looking reminiscent of their owners was certainly true in your case, you both looked delighted to see him and beyond that, you were practically glowing... Maybe he just had a thing for people who were good with animals. “Hey Sek?” You lean down in front of him. “Hey! He welcomes Kilo between his knees, the mixed breed was a bit larger than his dog who was currently bounding back to him with a ball and sufficient slobber hanging from his mouth, the size difference in mind though Kilo was a hell of a lot less bulky, he was practically streamlined, Sekijiro had seen how fast the dog could run with his own eyes. He could see why you took so much pride in the dog, he was definitely beautiful his coat was long, wavy, and shiny and he had big blue eyes and admittedly the cutest pink nose and spotted tongue Sekijiro had ever seen. “Thanks so much again for doing this I really-” An excited bark pulls your attention downwards, “look who it is!” You sing, crouching down to pet the panting dog, “you sure look tired. Sekijiro is working you too hard.” You frown at him as he hops up to rest his front paws on your thighs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Sekijiro laughs, “but he is worn out, I guess Kilo is too though.” Kilo’s head is on his knee, the larger dog is panting too. They seem to notice each other, and approach with a lazy curiosity. They sniff around each other for a bit but after that return to their respective activities, seemingly unbothered by each other and the proximity of the other dog to their owner. Kilo didn’t mind your cooing at Vlad’s dog who didn’t seem to mind Kilo’s head in his owner's lap. With that little bit of reassurance, you hand him Kilo’s leash and a bag of his stuff; food dish, some toys and treats and the like, and then you part ways after promising to call him when you get to your home town safely. All in all the coming days are pretty uneventful, Kilo joins them on their daily walks, eats at the same time with no trouble, finds a comfortable place to sleep each night. “Is Kilo alright?” Your voice is nervous in the receiver. “He’s better than babe, seriously they’re getting along great.” “God that’s such a relief.” You sigh, “the pictures you’ve sent are cute..gosh I miss him.” You pout a little. “Gee I miss you too babe.” He mutters it with a playful edge to his voice and you gasp, “I was going to say I miss you too but forget it!” “don’t be mean!” He complains back, “I was kidding! And anyway I miss you. How’s it been out there?” You go off on your usual tangents before ending up back at square one. “Oh! I called you for a reason actually!” You remember, “I’ll be a little bit late getting back on Sunday, one of the trains is going to be down so I’m taking a later one, I should be back around midnight now would you mind-” “Of course not babe, I’ll get you from the station so-” “No no! It’s okay you’ve already done so much that’s not what I was going to ask! I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t mind keeping Kilo around for the extra time...I can get a taxi, seriously don’t wait up for me!” “Well just come to my place when you get back right?” “I wouldn’t wanna wake you up-” “It’s been way too long since I saw you last, so I don’t mind, if you won’t let me pick you up from the station at least come right here.” “You’re convincing.” You laugh a little, embarrassment heating up your face, “I guess that’s fine with me then...” A distant sounding voice pulls you away from the receiver, “Sek I have to go, I’ll call you again soon though!” “Don’t worry about anything babe.” He reassures you as you hang up. There is one minor spat over a rope toy but it’s resolved easily enough and the pair seem to get on swimmingly after that, even sharing a couch cushion and occasionally resting their heads on each other, they become incredibly fast friends, which is probably the biggest relief on the planet to Sekijiro. Watching the two of them play tug of war in his living room or witnessing their schemes to get leftovers off the counter on Thursday night essentially cement his vision of a future with you. If you were being totally honest it was embarrassing how attractive you found Sekijiro getting along with your dog to be, you’d never got the obsession of handsome guys holding cute babies but seeing some of the photos he’d sent to you over the almost 6 days you were gone made butterflies crop up in your stomach the likes of which you’d only felt when he was actively trying to fluster you...but this seemed totally unintentional. To say you were incredibly eager to go home and see him (jump his bones) felt like an understatement. It’s past midnight when you get back and the place is mostly dark, you see a vaguely bulldog shaped blob partially under a blanket on the couch, but the snoring it emits gives away it’s identity easily. You leave your bag at the door and venture into the apartment, poking your nose into the bedroom. Of course, Sekijiro is there, dead asleep on his back, and who’s with him but Kilo, his head resting on the blood hero’s chest one of his hands resting on top of it. “Oh Vlad-” You coo, you practically sing it at him. “Wha-whatsitwhat-” He rubs his face as he picks his head up, “oh, hey welcome back ‘s good to see you, missed you-” “You’re so sweet-” You’re already at the side of his bed, leaning down and kissing him. “What’s-” Sekijiro takes a minute to process everything before he realizes it’s Kilo’s head on his chest making you act like this. “Oh no way, he’s been a total angel-” “I’m so glad he likes you so much-” You murmur it between kisses, to his lips and various other spots on his cheeks and jaw, “you guys are adorable together.” “I’m glad you think so-” He cuts himself off with a yawn and turns into your lips, kissing you again before speaking, “you weren’t kidding about that late train huh? It’s almost 1 AM, you must be exhausted, there’s plenty of room for you in here so come on.”

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca: “Hey, Kugo...” You approach him from behind and wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning against the back of the chair he’s sat in. “Yes?” One hand comes up to cover your forearm the other stays dutifully at work. “You love me, right?” You rest your head against his and he pricks up at the inquisition. “Of course I do, why would you ask a question like that? Is something wrong?” The way his hand subtly squeezes your arm isn’t lost on you. “Hmm..no nothing's wrong.” You lean into him and close your eyes as he sighs good-naturedly. “Then what? Did you just want to hear me say it?” He leans back into you, “I guess I could entertain that...” His thumb swipes a long stroke over the skin of your forearm, “I love you, dear.” He can feel you prickle up at that behind him. “I love you too Kugo.” You squeeze him tighter and he huffs out a quiet laugh. “I’m glad to hear it. Now is that all you needed?” He puts his pen down to bring his other hand up to your arms, “I’m a bit busy. You’re welcome to stay there if you like though I just need to finish some paperwork and make a few phone calls. After that, we can do whatever you like for the night.” “Well, now that you mention it there was just one more thing. I’ll be fast I promise.” Your hand slides underneath his lapel and into his jacket. “Don’t worry I can make a bit of time for you then, what’s the matter?” You make eye contact with him through his darkened computer screen. “My boss invited me to this big conference next week, it’s a pretty great opportunity and I could meet some important people..” You explain, biting your lip, “it could be really good for me to branch out even she thinks so, and getting some more experience will be great, and it’s pretty close to my hometown so I figured I'd stop in and see some old friends after I got done..It’d be about 5 or so days and I’d really like to go.” You sigh and he seems more than a little confused based on his reflection. “That does sound like a great opportunity for you, you’re right..what’s the problem then? Do you need advice about something?” His confusion doesn’t quell even as you kiss his temple. “I probably will later but for now the problem is Luna.” “Your cat?” Kugo piques, “why is she a problem?” You sigh, “if I’m not around no one will be there to feed her and make sure she stays out of trouble.” “Oh is that it? That’s no problem at all dear, I can look after her for you. Is that what you were going to ask me?” “You don’t mind?” You perk up, “I don’t want to trouble you...and I know I could just as easily leave a key under my mat and have a neighbor do it but I trust you so much more and-” “It’s no trouble, really.” Kugo laughs a little, "I pass by your apartment all the time on patrols, I’m sure the interns won't mind if I make a stop and head up to check on her every now and again.” “Oh! You can totally bring them up if they like cats!” He laughs at that too. “Was that all?” “Mhm.” You nod and use the motion to nestle into him a bit, “Thank you Kugo.” ”It’s really my pleasure. Leave it to me, alright?” All things considered, Kugo’s also pretty honored to be trusted with the task of watching your pet cat, he knows how much you love and worry about her, you dote on her all the time, and if the copious amount of photos you send him of her say anything she’s definitely your pride and joy. For the most part, you spent the bulk of your time with Kugo at his own home, due largely to the fact that he was larger than average and he existed a fair bit more comfortably there, but he paid you visits in your apartment from time to time and had met the cat, she seemed to like him plenty which was a relief as well. You stop at Kugo’s before you leave and give him a list of things to double-check when he stops in, though you reassure him that there shouldn’t be any problems, Luna was pretty independent and mellow she didn’t like going outside so he didn’t have to worry about her escaping or anything like that. He tries to stop in at least 3 times a day, before, during, and after patrols, he knows that’s probably overkill, you spend all day at work and have never had an issue but he hates the idea of something happening to the feline on his watch. Plus even if he wouldn’t readily admit it he saw this as a perfect time to get on the cat's good side, you said she already loved him but he wasn’t convinced. He knew how much you loved her and any vision of your future that he had always featured the mellow feline so in his mind it was imperative they got on well. On top of that, he was glad you trusted him with something as small and delicate as Luna, she fits pretty comfortably in his hand and was as fragile as she was petit, but you never seemed off-put by the idea of him holding her or petting her, in fact, you encouraged it. The way you even wanted him near her when you weren’t around to supervise put him at ease about his strength and size, he always worried about breaking delicate things, but that wasn’t a worry you seemed to echo. “Is something going on in that building?” Shoji looks up at your complex as he pauses by it, “you’re stopping here a lot since yesterday.” “Huh? Oh. Actually no... well nothing of importance to you. I’m...catsitting.” Jiro holds her breath the hold in the laugh, “Catsitting?” “Yes...my partner is away at a work conference, the cat in question is theirs.” Kugo nods, “if you like cats you can come up and meet her, she’s actually quite friendly.” Kugo was pretty used to Luna at this juncture, but whenever other people met her it was easy to see why you were so proud of her, she was quite the stunning cat, a long dark grey and black coat with big green eyes and a swishing tail, her paws were colored as if she was wearing boots. “Wow...she’s really pretty, I’ve never seen a cat like this.” Jiro was crouched on the ground, stroking her neck. “I was surprised too.” Kugo confesses, “they found her in a box on the side of the road about a year before we met. She was only a kitten then. Her name’s Luna.” She seemed to like the pair equally alternating between them, rubbing against their legs and shuffling her head into their palms. “She is very friendly.” Shoji remarks as she purrs at him, attempting to climb into his lap. “She’s good at getting into trouble, but she usually means well. You can stay with her for a minute.” He sets off to double-check the usual; food, water, litterbox, the loose window that she’s always wiggling open despite having no desire to climb out of it, he waters a few plants and straightens up anything she knocked over as well. When he returns she's overturned on Shoji’s lap. “You’re getting along well.” He swipes a pillow she’d knocked over up and replaces it on the couch. “She’s really sweet!” Jiro is scratching her stomach. “I’m glad to hear it.” “Hey..sorry if this is too personal or whatever but I didn’t know you were.. dating someone... We didn’t snoop or anything though!” She swears, holding both hands up, the cat looks disgruntled at the loss of attention. “It’s alright I trust you.” Kugo waves her off, “Luna looks too comfortable anyways, you’ve clearly been petting her this whole time.” He adds with a small chuckle. At the sound of her name, she rolls over and winds around his feet, circling through his ankles and pawing at his pants until he lifts her up. “To answer you though yes I am seeing someone.” He holds Luna with one hand, his ring and middle finger scratching the patch of grey fur on her chest. “Are they a hero too?” She wonders, straightening up. “No...no they’re not, I’m not very public about this sort of thing.” Shoji contemplates that, “they have a nice apartment.” “That is true, it’s a good job, and they do have a pretty keen eye for decorating” He agrees, looking around amicably. “Have you guys been together for a long time?” Jiro blurts out before feeling color float up to her cheeks, “sorry I don’t mean to be rude... I just never pictured you like this I guess I’m curious-” “It’s okay, most people don’t, and yes, we’ve been together a while now.” Kugo raises a hand to calm her, “but like I said before I’m not very public about things like this which is why you wouldn’t have heard..though either way, even when we do go out together... most people don’t assume I do that sort of thing, and to be frank, we aren’t the most...visually compatible pair..” He says that with a distinct fondness in his voice and then continues, “like you said, you don’t really picture me in this sort of light, most people don’t so hero gossip tabloids tend to leave me alone for the most part, I get a fair bit of freedom when it comes to this sort of thing because of that. There are probably plenty of photos of us together out there, though people usually assume they’re my manager or a secretary or just a friend.” Luna is purring loudly in his hand, her body largely slack against his chest. He walks her over to the couch and sets her down, which she warbles angrily at, “to be honest though I prefer it this way. I’m a private person.” “That makes sense...well, their cat sure likes you.” Shoji points and Kugo chuckles. “I’m fond of her myself.” Kugo admits, “everything is as it should be here so we can head out again, sorry for the tangent.” He scratches Luna’s neck and sighs, “as for you I’ll be back tonight. So try to behave until then, for my sake alright?” Jiro tries not to laugh at the sight. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring them up! Did they like her?” You sound delighted about it over the phone that night. “I may have knocked a few intimidation points off of myself, but yes they thought she was cute.” He was sitting with her, contemplating staying the night here. He was embarrassed to say it but this was the longest you’d spent apart in a while and despite any appearances, he had gone soft and was starting to miss you, being around your stuff was nice even if he didn’t fit too well in your bed. “I don’t think you’re very intimidating at all.” You peep back thoughtlessly. “Well, I’d sure hope not.” He chuckles and leans against the couch, “she’s been good too I was,..expecting her to break more.” Truthfully Kugo wasn’t sure what he was expecting, he never had pets growing up and hero work didn’t give much free time to consider one, it took a day to get comfortable with her, and even now he was watching his every step for her. “I’m glad to hear that!” You laugh, “she’s a pretty great cat isn't she?” “I have to agree..” Kugo wouldn’t mind having her around all the time, the longer he sat on your couch and contemplated it the more he realized he wouldn't mind having the both of you around all the time. Was this some sort of emotional sign to ask you to stay with him? He’d give that more thought at a later date. “Kugo are you listening?” “Of course I am.” He was not. You don’t seem perturbed though, chuckling and then sighing fondly, “I’m gonna go shower then call it a night, I miss you two though.” Kugo looks down at the cat on his lap and he nods, “we miss you too. I’ll be up for a bit longer so call or text me if you need anything.” “You shouldn’t stay up so late Kugo it’s bad for you-” “I know, I know, I’ll turn over a new leaf when you get back.” “Sure you will.” You snort, “I love you Kugo.” “I love you too, I’ll see you soon.” You wanted to see Kugo first thing when you got back but you were so exhausted that you can��t help sulking to your own place, things had gone well enough but all the commotion and travel really drained you. You were sure it wasn’t anything spending some time or even a night with Kugo couldn’t fix though. When you shoulder your door open though there’s Kugo, sitting on your couch. “Kugo, you’re here?” He’s holding some papers in one hand, the other is holding Luna’s back, keeping her against his chest. “I was just checking in on her but every time I tried to leave she started..making a weird noise.” “Weird like how?” You chuckle, suddenly feeling much better. “Sort of like screaming. But cat-like. I sat down and she clawed her way up here, then fell asleep and almost fell off, but I caught her and she hasn’t moved since.” “And... how long ago was that?” “What time is it?” “Half-past 6.” “2 hours ago. I didn’t want to wake her.” “Kugo.” You laugh and sit beside him, “you’re so sweet.” You wrap both of your arms around one of his and lean into his shoulder, “I missed you so much.” “I missed you too.” Kugo sets the papers down on the pile by the arm of the couch, “It's sort of embarrassing but I even stayed here a few nights because of it. I can’t remember the last time I went even 2 days without seeing you.” He appreciates the way you seem to melt into him at that. “That’s not embarrassing it’s sweet, you’re so cute Kugo...” You lean up and kiss him, “such a big softie aren’t you?” A soft hum is his reply as you pull away, “was she any trouble? Be honest.” “I was worried at first that I’d screw it up somehow but it went fine.” He confesses as he lifts the cat off his chest and she’s sleepy and limp in his big hand, purring contentedly. “She was acting up the 2nd day but I think she was just confused about not seeing you. Then she got used to me and was alright.” “That’s cute..” You yawn and clamber onto his lap, “god all that traveling tired me out...you’ve been stuck here for 2 hours but I might have to trap you a little longer to take a catnap of my own. I think Luna’s onto something...” You nestle into his shoulder, grateful to feel his arms come around you. “Don’t worry about me.” He hums as Luna curls up in the sliver of space between your bodies, “I just want to finish reading over some things. Then I'll bring you both to bed.” “You’ll stay tonight?” You yawn again and he hums, you can tell he’s smiling even though you can’t see him. “Would you like me to?” You nod into his shoulder, “yeah, I would...” “Alright then I will. Now go to sleep, you need it.”

#kugo sakamata x reader #gang orca x reader #vlad king x reader #kan sekijiro x reader #bnha x reader #bnha requests

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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(request: imagine you’re married to harry & you’re pregnant and you meet up with the boys and tell them and it’s just all happy and so cute🥺) + request: what about some morning cuddles? or how they communicate to everyone that they’re having a baby? sorry im soft today i need some good fluffs)

(Sorry if you didn’t want them combined they were similar so I thought it might be repetitive if I did them independently)

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Trying to conceive was always a nerve-wracking trial and error process for those participating in the journey, and Harry and Y/n are no exception to those bumps in the road to starting a family.

The couple had waited till their one-year wedding anniversary to start trying for a child, making sure the marriage was going smoothly and both of them were able to devote as much attention to the child if they were to successfully fall pregnant.

The pair decided to both get exams to make sure they were fertile and another to make sure Y/n was healthy enough to carry a pregnancy, both of their results came back perfect for the two of them so you can imagine the confusion and upset they experienced when months went by without a positive pregnancy test. Harry and Y/n have been doing a lot of condoling each other, cooking comfort foods for dinners and taking their vitamins religiously to give themselves some hope, carbs and cuddles to carry them through this journey of bringing a new person into the world.

You’d think trying was the most fun part of making a baby yet months of constant sex did a number on the two. They were losing their libido, tired and sometimes sore from the constant friction on their most sensitive areas but the duo refused to give up.

It was a typical Thursday morning, Harry sending off emails while cramming toast into his mouth and Y/n was brushing her teeth, feeling particularly out of it that day. She was tired and sluggish, a bit queasy and just off.

By now taking a pregnancy test was part of her morning routine. She even had a designated cup next to the toilet she used to collect her first morning wee in to dip the tests in, every morning she took one just to see. She was never very good at controlling her curiosity and when it comes to something this life changing, well she just can’t stop herself.

Y/n swears her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the second line, bright and bold perfectly straight next to the control line. It took a few minutes for her brain to truly comprehend the evidence in front of her, there were two lines.

She was pregnant!

After the initial shock started to fade, excitement flooded through her. A shriek of her husbands name rolled through the house prompting him to jump to his feet and rush towards the noise.

“What?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt baby? What happen-“

“Harry I’m pregnant! Look ! it worked! We’re having a baby!” Y/n held the positive test in the hair, thrusting it towards his wide eyes seeing the man shift from panic to being elated.

“Oh my god! We’re having a baby! My dick works!” Harry wrapped his arms around his wife before hoisting her in the air, spinning the both of them around while they cheered and let out happy tears.

That night the pair celebrated with a nice dinner and excitedly calling y/n’s obgyn to set up her first prenatal visit. The pair decided they’d keep their secret till they were in the clear, the first couple weeks of pregnancy are the most high risk time for miscarriage so they didn’t want to get their hopes up and let everyone know till they were sure this baby was going to make it to term.

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Y/n was 18 weeks along when the couple decided they were going to announce the news to their friends and family. Harry was giddy, obsessed with his wife’s tummy that was now starting to get a little curve to the lower part of it. He kept ultrasound pictures in his wallet and spend every evening reading baby books and making a list of names for their growing baby.

The first people they decided to tell was of course their mothers and siblings, it was a great experience lots of hugs, happy tears and celebration sweets. Everyone was over the moon, the couple had full hearts and tummy’s when they left Anne’s home. The couple had never felt happier in their lives.

Of course when it came to telling the news to the boys, Harry decided to whip out one of his dad jokes he’d already been hoarding in his mind. His jokes were always terrible, lets face it, but the boys loved to take the piss out of him and found his jokes entertaining now.

So, Harry invited the group over directing Louis to open the oven for him which inside was a bun- yes Y/n had to refrain from cringing at the horrible dad joke but she let him has his fun- and Louis reacted first with a confused glance to Harry. “Mate, ya’ not the best chef but I thought you’d know that cookin’ one thing at a time is a bit wasteful of the gas innit?” the man plucked the bread off the rack, handing it to Harry who was rolling his eyes since the other man didn’t seem to get the implications.

“Lou, what was in the oven?” he decided to throw him a line, the other guys just watching the interaction confused and waiting for Harry to reveal what the hell he was on about. “A roll Harold” Harry then huffed, “No! it’s a bun!”, Niall was now laughing finding the situation at hand seeing Harry getting mad over the guys not having a clue what he was trying to imply.

When the bickering filled the kitchen between the boys Y/n decided to step in- “Alright! Harry I told you the joke was rubbish, guys ‘bun in the oven’- the reference and horrible execution was a reference to me since I’m pregnant.” – only then did it click in all their heads, a chorus of ‘ohhhh’ and then excited congratulations followed. Louis of course took the chance to pick on Harry who gave him the finger before excepting the celebratory hugs and pats on the back, the boys giving Y/n a good cuddle too congratulating her on the pregnancy and telling her how excited they were to be uncles. A few making jokes to Harry about ‘getting it in’ and all that boyish banter.

The pair couldn’t be more thrilled at all the excitement that surrounded the arrival of their first born, Y/n was also happy she wouldn’t have to wear baggy clothes around them anymore either. Sweaters in august was a bit uncomfortable for a pregnant woman with hot flashes.

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When the 20 week mark came, the couple decided to keep the gender a surprise till birth when offered the anatomy scan. They really didn’t have a preference as long as their bundle of joy was healthy, they were happy.

They had spent the last few weeks painting the nursery a pale yellow, making an accent wall with a neutral colored floral wallpaper, lots of vines and plants on it in a grey and white color theme. The room was fit for whatever gender their baby turned out to be, and it was now being filled with a crib Harry had put together- which he nearly had a breakdown over how many fucking screws and parts it had- and a nice changing table stocked with diapers, wipes and all the baby essentials.

The little ones closet was organized by size, all hung neatly on hangers and in organized bins as well. A nice rocking chair with a little nursing station was in one of the corners, stocked with burp cloths and a nursing pillow as well as a few jars of nipple balm since breastfeeding can caused chapped skin on the breasts. They had a little dish with pacifiers sitting on the small table next to the chair, picture books and a few nice soft blankets folded on the small shelf below the drawers.

Everything was slowly but surely coming together, and now they couldn’t wait to welcome their baby into the world.

(Tbh idk if I like this one, but I tried my best.)

#harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles fiction #harry styles concept #harry styles drabble #harry styles smut #dad!harry

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kisekinodrabbles · 3 years

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helloo! i'd like to request something for the prompt game please :D kasamatsu + band!au + strangers to lovers + dialogue number 14 if that's okay? thanks, sam! and welcome back~

ofc!!! i tried to keep it shorter but im a bit rusty w my kasamatsu hehe hope u enjoy! wc: 2.3k

Kasamatsu admits that balancing his band and college work isn’t exactly an easy task. Between late evenings spent at gigs and all nights at the library, he is on the brink of his sanity, standing right at the tipping point. He yawns as he enters his nine am mandatory calculus class, another mistake made in his overconfidence that he would somehow be able to get his shit together.

You, on the other hand, are a closeted fan of his band, sitting three rows behind him in class. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you watch him drag his feet in and his hand lifting to his mouth in a yawn. Quickly, you duck behind your book as if Kasamatsu would ever give you the time of day. The brunette is well-known on campus with his successful group and good looks, not to mention he also dabbles a little in basketball while also maintaining a decent grade point average across all his classes. Triple threat, they call him.

When you first came into class and saw him there, shocked is an understatement. You’ve been following his band his high school from across the country. To see him in the flesh, so real and so human with his tired eyes, it almost feels like a dream. One you hope nobody would ever pinch you awake from. Thus, you made it your goal to be there before him every morning, which is a feat in itself. Kasamatsu may be grinding through the night and falling asleep in lectures, but he’ll be damned if he shows up late to class.

Throughout several weeks, you’ve seen girls come up to him left and right, shot down almost immediately by his intention to focus on the professor’s words. He lets them down easy and makes it clear that he pays thousands of dollars to study, not play IRL Tinder. This man gets sexier everyday.

You take your time packing your things when class is over, mainly because you’re too distracted watching Kasamatsu do the same. He is blind, or chooses to ignore, the whispers and shy glances thrown his way. Perhaps this is why you haven’t approached him yourself. You’re just one of his many admirers, a stroke in the massive painting of his life. Sighing, you pick up your pitiful self and make your way to the dining hall where you’re supposed to meet your friend for breakfast.

When the two of you settle on a table, you begin your weekly rambling about how beautiful Kasamatsu looks in the morning. Moriyama, being the good friend that he is, nods and listens intently.

Moriyama is an intriguing character. The two of you met because he had tried a line on you. In your perpetual state of flustered embarrassment, you had stupidly confessed to him: “Sorry, my heart belongs to Kasamatsu Yukio.”

In another twist of fate, he revealed that he had actually gone to high school with the guy and knew him pretty well.

“You know I can introduce you to him, right? No need for all this pining and drooling from three feet away.”

“It’s not the same,” you argue, “he’s practically a living legend on campus. I’m too intimidated to even breathe in the same air as him.” Your obsession has perhaps taken you too far, but if you expect to continue being his fan, the last thing you want is to scare him away.

“You’re so overdramatic,” Moriyama rolls his eyes. Coming from him, this sentence means a lot.

“What? It’s not my fault Kasamatsu’s so hot. He could bang me so hard backstage then pretend I don’t exist and I would still pay to watch his next show,” you groan, spooning yogurt into your mouth.

In that moment, several things happen. Moriyama’s eyes widen and fly behind you. Footsteps sounding at that same spot suddenly cease completely. You, realizing what possibly just happened, feel the heat flare up your cheeks.

Kasamatsu, in his sleep deprived state and probably completely delirious, had stopped in his tracks. His head whipped around to the source of the comment, finding Moriyama sitting with someone who looks distinctly familiar, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

“Kasamatsu—”

Before Moriyama can even finish his sentence, Kasamatsu is already blurting out. “Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?”

You want to crawl into your hole six feet underground and never see the light of day again. Ducking your head, you don’t even want to chance a glance up. The utter mortification is chewing away at your bones and you wish you could just evaporate into thin air.

Moriyama quickly interjects with a quick laugh, “Hear what? Also how have you been, man? I haven’t seen you in forever. Come join us for breakfast.”

Kasamatsu’s brows pucker. Maybe he really is going insane. And horny. Which is a very bad combination. Nevertheless, he slides into the empty seat next to Moriyama. He stares at you for a few seconds, squinting, before snapping his fingers. “Oh, I remember now. You’re in my calculus class.”

He knows you? “How do you know me?” you squeak, cursing your fangirl self for losing your voice. You never speak up in class, always choosing to come up to your professor for questions at the end of lecture. You’re quiet and tucked away behind him, so you never expected him to recognize you.

The smile he sends you is blinding. Even with shadows under his eyes, he still looks gorgeous. “You’re always first to arrive and last to leave. Figured you’re a hard worker in class and probably acing it.”

Your mouth dries. Kasamatsu noticed you. He actually noticed you. “Oh, um, I’m okay. I’m okay in class, I mean.”

“The question you should be asking is her name, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama scolds, smacking his back.

Kasamatsu pinks sheepishly. “Sorry, yeah. I’m Kasamatsu Yukio, by the way.”

Idiotically, you blurt out “I know” before your name. When you finally introduce yourself, you also clarify, “I’m a huge fan of Blue Devils. I mean, I’ve been following you guys since like high school. Absolutely love your music.”

The man actually reddens even further, but still he beams proudly. “Thank you! That’s crazy. Have you been to our shows?”

Almost all of them. “A couple, yeah.”

“We have one tonight in an actual venue. Are you coming?”

“Ah, it was sold out before I could get a ticket, actually.”

Kasamatsu blinks, “Oh, you’re more than welcome to come. I can get you a pass. Both of you—if Moriyama’s interested.”

“That would be amazing!” You grin, “Is there anything I can get you in return? I don’t want to just accept a gift from you for free.”

“Well, if you are good at calc, I wouldn’t mind some extra tutoring,” he suggests with a teasing grin.

Moriyama rolls his eyes, “Just ask her out instead of using tutoring as an excuse.” The two of you sputter, face colored a dark shade of red. You’ll kick his ass when you get the chance.

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That one mistake turned out to be the greatest opportunity of your life. In addition to attending his show that night and meeting all of his bandmates, each one more good looking up close than then other, you manage to have weekly study sessions (you’re holding off on calling it dates) with Kasamatsu. The two of you take turns booking rooms at the library to cram, which mainly consists of you reexplaining concepts to the man. Although he isn’t a bad student, he’s also still struggling a bit to keep up.

“Hey” is what you hear before you feel a warm surface press against your cheek. You look up to find Kasamatsu with a steaming cup in hand. Gratefully accepting it, you catch a whiff of freshly brewed tea. You take a sip and smile. Black tea, no sugar. “Just the way I like it.”

“Noticed you never add anything to your tea,” Kasamatsu says almost proudly.

You raise the cup to him in thanks. Both of you go through your usual routine—you focusing on reviewing material for next week while Kasamatsu pores over his notes from this week, occasionally poking you to ask questions.

Honestly, a big part of you still wonders if this is all a dream. This guy you’ve been crushing on for years is sitting in the flesh right across from you. You peek at him from time to time, watching the way he frowns at his book. His blue, almost grey, eyes shine underneath the flickering lights. Even the way his lips curl unhappily is cute.

When he catches you staring, you quickly drop your gaze back to your laptop, missing the way he smiles quietly.

“Will you come to our show this weekend?” He asks as the two of you pack up.

“Ah, I have a shift at my part-time job.”

He looks surprised, “That late?”

You shrug, “Food never sleeps, I guess. It’s at the burger diner by campus.”

“Oh, are you guys open late?”

“Close at one.”

He nods, “Maybe I’ll see you there after then. The guys usually get really hungry after a gig so we can drive some business your way. I’ll make sure they tip well too.”

Your heart warms at the thought. It’s a thoughtful gesture but you’re even more thrilled at the prospect of seeing him. “Sounds good.”

True to his word, Kasamatsu brings the guys to your workplace at midnight after their show ended. They order quite a spread, practically everything on the menu. Kasamatsu goes as far as to help you carry orders to their table. You shoot him an appreciative smile.

Over the time your friendship has bloomed, Kasamatsu has been nothing but a gentleman. He walks you home to your dorm if you’re studying late into the night. He meets you in class with a muffin or a cookie from his early Starbucks runs. Surprisingly, he begins placing himself next to you each session. “This is better anyway,” he mutters. “Two birds, one stone.”

His vague words had you tilting your head in question.

“I don’t have random people coming up to me to sit with me and, well, I get to enjoy your company.” It’s a nice thought—him enjoying your company, that is. He had blushed a little when he realized what you said, but chose to direct his attention to the slides pulled up before him, missing the way you hide your smile behind your sleeve.

Now, you hear the rowdy boys chattering on as they devour their meal as if it’s their last. They speak through mouthfuls of burgers and fries, but you find the sight endearing, mainly because you’ve never seen Kasamatsu so relaxed. It’s quite refreshing really. Your attention is piqued when you hear one of them ask: “So doing it tonight huh?”

Kasamatsu retorts with a “shut the fuck up” and flings a fry his way. The way the other guy wiggles his brows suggestively has you freezing. What if he was meeting up with someone tonight? What if he was going to do the deed?

Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint cracking of your heart. Of course, Kasamatsu is popular. It’s no surprise he’s got his nights covered as well. You sigh dejectedly, feeling the hope inside you crumble into dust. The rest of your shift goes by rather uneventfully, but you try to avoid going to their table too much, lest you hear more details about Kasamatsu’s planned tryst. The man himself steals glances your way, wondering if you’ll be checking on them anytime soon.

“Your check,” you smile as you set the bill on the table, “I got the owner to give you a discount since you guys ordered a good amount.”

All of their eyes seem to sparkle as they thank you in unison, their synchrony almost puzzling. As you move to pick up the bill and change, Kasamatsu catches your hand before you move away. “What time does your shift end?”

“Half an hour. Why?”

The other guys are already packing up their things and giving you little waves as they exit the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone. “I’ll walk you home, it’s late,” he murmurs, fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

“Oh, you don’t have to! I usually take the bus back anyway so it’s no big deal.” You want to confirm whether he had plans that night anyway. You’d hate to be in the way of that.

He shakes his head, “I insist. Also, um, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Catching up on studying most likely.”

“Oh,” he pauses, “if you have time tomorrow night, do you want to catch a movie with me? Maybe dinner after?”

You blink at him in surprise. Now that you’re looking at him properly, you notice that his cheeks are several shades darker than the red neon glow of the diner sign. He’s shifting on his feet and his other hand finds purchase on the strap of his bag, fidgeting with the material. “Um, like a date?”

“Y-yeah,” he stutters slightly, his throat moving as he swallows. “Sorry, I probably should’ve made that clear,” he coughs, “b-but if you don’t want it to be the we can also go as friends.” Perhaps you’ve tortured the boy long enough but you can’t help but relish in his awkward chuckle as his hand lifts to rub the back of his neck nervously.

Biting back a huge grin, you nod. “It’s a date.”

Kasamatsu’s eyes light up and a pleased grin spread across his face. “It’s a date.”

The hollering outside the building has the two of you whipping to face the window where his bandmates have their faces pressed up against the surface, laughing and smiling to congratulate and embarrass their friend. Kasamatsu flushes, “I’ll see you later to pick you up.”

You nod but he’s already out the door, leaping to kick his friends away. “You stupid idiots!”

Laughing, you watch as the group makes kissy faces at Kasamatsu all the while the man fruitlessly attempts to shut them up. He really is cute.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basuke #kasamatsu yukio #kasamatsu #knb drabbles #miffythoughts

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