#vball-baes-bball-babes

[ezzydean]

🌹

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

(you get a few sentences cause they’re short little things!)

Anyway.  Back to the balls.

No.  Ball.  Singular.

Just the one.  

-from the currently untitled kitadai trio single dad au i am attempting to work on

#ezzy rambles #ask me #ask meme #wip meme #vball-baes-bball-babes

[cattatonically]

Trick or Treat for KyouYachi 🥰

Thank you!

Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

Treat

All Hitoka could do was giggle to herself. Upon first glance, her husband appeared to be all rough, and brutish. But when you really got to know him, you got to know that deep down, he was a marshmallow. Figuratively, and literally.

He’d chosen a toasted marshmallow with chocolate on top as his costume, while Hitoka was the graham cracker. He was currently shuffling his feet, checking his phone, and otherwise fiddling and fidgeting. It wouldn’t be long now.

In just a few more moments, the first arrived. The Trick or Treaters. Kentarou opened the door, grin on his face, and demanded a trick. It was his schtick. His gimmick.

“Be nice, honey,” Hitoka said from behind him, coming towards the door with the bowl of treats. “Here you are, ignore him. He’s just all gooey right now. I’m the one that keeps him together.” Hitoka sent a wink to the parents, while handing out the candy to a fairy, a firefighter, a lizard, and Winnie the Pooh.

It had started when they were dating in high school. Fifteen years later - five spent long distance, two spent in Osaka, and the remaining eight spent married back home in Sendai - Hitoka and Kentarou never broke tradition. They would find matching costumes, get dressed up, and wait for all the children to come around, hollering for tricks and treats.

Just because they never wanted any of their own, didn’t mean they couldn’t appreciate the mysticism of Halloween, or partake in its fun.

#haikyuu!! #KyouYachi #Kyoutani Kentarou #Yachi Hitoka #Trick or Treat 2021 #Catt writes #vball-baes-bball-babes

[fanexus-dot-net]

Thanks for this amazing platform, it sounds awesome! Couple of questions. Why allow minors at all? My personal experience lately has been that age group is main cause of most fandom drama and harassment so even with the ability to filter NSFW material, they could just lie about their age and do it anyway? How are those that don’t age lie “found” when they interact with mature content and banned? Thanks again for this project, wishing all the best!

Our decision to allow minors comes partially from the fact that we ourselves were teenagers when we first entered fandom, and back then we would have appreciated a platform with the features and rules we’re implementing on Fanexus. While there are a lot of minors who cause problems in fandom spaces, there are also a lot of teenagers who are just trying to mind their own business, and we don’t feel they should be punished for the actions of their peers.

We discussed some ways to try and verify age on sign up, but we couldn’t find any practical or reliable method. For instance, we discussed using credit cards, but many adults don’t have credit cards, while many minors use their parents’ cards to buy things online. The minor-filter is largely for the security of adults; if there are very clearly demarcated boundaries, minors can’t claim that an adult with the minor filter in place purposely exposed them to NSFW material. 

#Fanexus #minors #features #asks #vball-baes-bball-babes

[finnthebunneh]

Kuroo looks at Daichi. “Aren’t you gonna perform mouth to mouth and save me?” D: “That’s if you’re not breathing, idiot.” K: “Well, you stole my breath away so..” D is flustered looking at B but he just laughs: “OMG DUDE! Does that mean he has to arrest himself? Ya know, cause he stole your breath?” K is cackling, D is bright red and confused and B just holds him tighter when he tries to leave. B: “You stole my heart, too, S’mura.” K: Mine too, take responsibility.” They lean in and D is ??!! 😳

GODDAMN THEY ARE SO SMOOTH I’M-  Daichi will need a moment cuz they are so stupid but at the same time they....are....right??? maybe???? like it does make sense but does it really????  Daichi, out of nervousness: i-i can give it back!!!! Kuroo: what? no! Bokuto: NO RETURNS ALLOWED. Daichi: I DON’T WANNA BE A THIEF SO TAKE IT BACK!!! Kuroo: akfsjkf good lord you’re so cute Bokuto: FINE! THEN I’LL GIVE IT TO YOU FOR FREE. [puts daichi’s hand on his chest] NO RETURN ACCEPTED. Kuroo, pressing his chest on daichi’s: take mine too.   daichi, passing out from all that love and nervousness: x_x Bokuto and Kuroo, sweating and shaking daichi: DAICHI. DAICHI OMG OPEN YOUR EYES YOU CAN’T JUST-

#bokurodai #OFFICER DOWN. I REPEAT: OFFICER DOWN. #he never expected them to be so damn smooth and good at getting him all flustered #Ask box #vball-baes-bball-babes

[notsuchasecret]

Trick or treat for TeruDai

Send me a trick-or-treat and a character/ship and I’ll write you a fluffy autumn piece or a horribly twisted au! Treat

Daichi had to stifle a giggle. The man outside the coffee shop was quite possibly the most adorable thing Daichi had ever seen. He hopped from foot to foot, dancing along the sidewalk. It had taken Daichi a few minutes to realize what he was doing, but now as another leaf blew into his path, Daichi watched the pounce with anticipatory glee. Daichi did giggle when the man slipped and fell flat on his ass. But then the man’s hand snapped up and he locked eyes with Daichi.

Daichi buried his nose in his book, pretending his ears weren’t burning with embarrassment. The bell above the door rang and Daichi found himself falling back into his studies. That is, until a warm body slid into the seat next to his. He furrowed his brow, trying to focus, but the person beside him cleared their throat.

“What.” Daichi looked up, only to stop dead at the sight of leaf man, grinning at him. “Oh. Um. Hi?”

“Name’s Terushima Yuuji,” he said, and he held up a crimson leaf.

“What’s this?” Daichi asked.

“I couldn’t find a rose,” Terushima said. “But I figured this was pretty in the same way you’re pretty. Rugged and handsome and more down-to-earth than a rose could ever be.”

“That-” Daichi shook his head. “That is one hell of a pick up line,” Daichi said. “Does it work on all the boys you meet?”

“Never tried it before,” Terushima answered. “But I have a feeling it’s gonna have a good track record.”

Daichi considered him for a long moment. Then he smiled. “Oh-for-one isn’t that bad a track record at all,” he said. He held out a hand. “I’m Daichi.”

“Daichi,” Terushima said with a grin. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.

#hq #Haikyuu!! #TeruDai #Wordly Stuff #Trick or Treat #Papa Crow #Teru Teru Bozu #vball-baes-bball-babes

[moramewhq]

#73 -Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm- with either KuroYachi or BokuYachi. I hope it inspires and if not that’s ofc fine, I just hope you have fun 💖

Done and posted on Ao3! Thank you for the prompt! I really did have fun with it ^~^ Title: palm my kiss (i shouldn't do this, but you're really too cute) Rating: Teen  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yachi Hitoka Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Office, Boss!Kuroo, Assistant!Yachi, Drinking, palm kissing, Crushes, Bokuto is mentioned but not present Summary: “Kuroo-san? Are you okay?” That comes with a soft touch to his forehead and Kuroo blinks his eyes open in surprise, blinks again when he finds Yachi close to him- lips dipped into a small frown and brow furrowed in worry. The back of her hand is to his forehead and it’s soft, cool against him. With her this close, he can smell the sweet vanilla of her favored hand lotion.

#kuroyachi #haikyuu #hq #vball-baes-bball-babes

[paunchsalazar]

I love your art style! It’s so cool and cute too!

thank you!!! :’))) this is very much appreciated!!

#vball-baes-bball-babes

[bringmemyqueen]

Your publishing AU gives me life. The flow chart is so friggin hysterical. As you know, I'm a HUGE fan of 'everyone loves Daichi' because, uh, EVERYONE loves Daichi and this just feeds that. Absolutely take your time but know that it is thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated!

//SOBS thank you for the kindness and support!!! TTvTT anyone who loves and recognizes that daichi deserves everyone’s love is my comrade (*｀v´*)ゞ

#vball-baes-bball-babes #ask

[yikescaninot]

For “Like Home”: 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

My dark and gruelling past, Jade! 

Oh boy. I think I always find it most difficult to pick out a single line of dialogue because a lot of them are situational comedy that plays off the lines around it. But I can give it a shot! 

… 

Okay, I don’t think I can. 

I like “At least it didn’t rain,” as a recurring punchline. 

I like all of the texts from Kuroo showing how integrated into Daichi’s life he is, even before being together. 

I like Oikawa texting “You made up and made out! I did this! I made this happen!” 

Oof. 

Is it bad I would have found it easier to pick one piece of dialogue from a longer piece? :’D 

Thanks for asking! 

Read Like Home here! 

Ask me about my fanfictions! 

#fanfic ask #vball-baes-bball-babes #fic: like home #oh god #my first posted fanfic #my style has changed so much since then #LOL

[stacysmash]

I LOVE the idea of Yachi with Inuoka. He would be so good to her and she’d probably already be used to his exuberance. Just imagine their second year, she’s manager, he’s back in as a starter and after a practice game meet up he’s trying to work up the guts to ask her out and Lev just “Hey Inuoka, that’s the pretty manager you have a crush on right?” Inuoka turns bright red, Yachi is bright red. Aww so cute!

Ahhhh they’d be so good! I really need to add that pairing on my looooong list of things to do, ha ha ha. Omg Lev would do that XD

#ask #multishipper challenge #InuYachi #cute cute cute #vball-baes-bball-babes

[spring-emerald]

YOUR KURODAI SECRETS ENTRY IS SO GOOD!!

Thank you so much, sweetie! 

#replies #vball-baes-bball-babes

[ezzydean]

Trick or Treat for Hanamaki x Daichi 🦇

Thank you!!

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

send me “trick or treat” and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and I’ll write you a short little thing (I’ll be doing these all of October so send away!)

trick

It’s far too cold here for the time of year and frost crunches under foot, echoing through the small clearing.  He watches thick snowflakes fall through the air, each steady breath of cold, crisp air burning his lungs as he makes his way through the clearing.

He lets out his breath slowly and lets his gaze drift as he takes stock of his surroundings.  He’s been around; both a lot and a long time.  He’s seen a lot of things, a lot of natural wonders.

The scene in front of him is nothing close to natural.  But it’s just as stunning in its own way.

No matter how many cultures he’s seen, how many different ways he’s seen people mourn their dead, how many versions of burial grounds he’s traversed through they all seem to have one thing in common: the air seems to seems to be charged.  The stillness of the land is always just this side of eerie.

Today’s stroll is no different.

Though part of that eeriness could be because of the cloud of mist and fog hovering over one of the stones off to his left.

He reaches into his pocket to pull out his supplies and pauses when the cloud seems to shimmer and shift towards him just a little.

“You can’t keep doing this you know,” Daichi says.  The cloud almost quivers at the sound of his voice.

His words are fog in front of his face, hanging damp and warm against the bitter air.  A breeze gusts past him and he blinks away tears as sharp snowflakes bite against his skin.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Daichi sighs.

The cloud slowly drifts from stone to stone, pausing briefly as if looking at the symbols and letters scratched into them.

“These don’t belong to you.”  The cloud drifts even closer to him and shimmers again.  “None of them have ever belonged to you.”

He pulls out the little bag in his pocket and opens it one handed as he reaches into his other pocket and pricks his thumb on the pocket knife he keeps there.  With practiced movements he squeezes a few drops of blood into the bag and murmurs the spell.  When he first started using the spell his magic would explode from him but now, after so much practice, it pulses from him in soft waves, filling the clearing with magic tinged warmth.

The frost melts from the grass.  The snowflakes turn to a gentle drizzle.  The stones turn dark with the moisture.  The cloud dissipates until Daichi is staring at a familiar figure.

“Daichi?”  Hanamaki tilts his head, eyes narrowed in suspicion.  “What’s going on?  What are you doing here?”  He doesn’t look away from Daichi.  “Where are we?”

“A long way from home,” Daichi says.  He sticks his hand in his pocket and rubs his thumb along the locket inside.  “Let’s.  Let’s try this once again, love,” he whispers.

His blood and magic activate the spell as he pulls the locket out.  Hanamaki lets out a growling whine that sends a shiver down Daichi’s spine and then he’s gone and the locket is ice cold against his palm.

It won’t hold Hanamaki for long.  It never does.

Daichi can’t bear to see Hanamaki imprisoned, after all.  It’s always been his biggest weakness.

Hanamaki has always been his biggest weakness and he’ll spend eternity paying the cost, traveling the world chasing after the ghost of the man he couldn’t save.

#haikyuu #MakkiDai #hanamaki takahiro #sawamura daichi #MakkiDai fic #hq writing #prompt #trick or treat 2021 #vball-baes-bball-babes

[cattatonically]

54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” DaiKags Thank you

The worst thing about long distance relationships wasn’t the time between meetings. That’s what technology was for. There were phone calls, and texts, and video calls, and everything in beween. So, no, Tobio wouldn’t say that the time he spent apart from Daichi was the worst part. It was the leaving.

He was lying in Daichi’s bed, relishing in the warmth, and Daichi’s scent, and Daichi’s arms wrapped around him. But he would have to leave soon. Back to Tokyo, where his volleyball career was taking off. And Daichi would stay here, in Miyagi, protecting the citizens and keeping the community safe. Tobio sighed, and nuzzled deeper into Daichi’s hold.

“What’s wrong, love?” Daichi asked gently.

“Don’t wanna go,” Tobio answered plaintively.

“I don’t want you to go either,” Daichi said, holding him tighter. Tobio stayed in Daichi’s hold for a length of time he didn’t care to think about. He never wanted to leave. But he had to.

Reluctantly, both men rose from the bed, and began their routine. They showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and enjoyed each other’s company for as long as possible, stealing touches and kisses along the way.

It was as Tobio was packing that he couldn’t help himself. He wanted part of Daichi with him. He grabbed the sweater, his favourite of Daichi’s, and held it to his nose, breathing in deeply. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?” he asked, face still firmly enveloped in the fabric. “It smells like you.”

Tobio felt strong arms wrap around his waist, as Daichi’s cheek nuzzled into his neck. “Yes, love. You can borrow my sweater. As long as I can also borrow yours.”

#haikyuu!! #DaiKage #Sawamura Daichi #Kageyama Tobio #vball-baes-bball-babes

[baesketballers]

Gaby my love welcome back!! How about some Kasamatsu? I know, I know, big surprise right? ;)

@ourneverendingpossibilities Two birds in one stone! I’m not sure if this kind of story suits him, but I was so inspired… Enjoy!

Reader’s gender is supposed to be unspecified, but let me know if I slipped. Also very little dialogue? I hope it’s not boring.

Also contains adult-ish themes, but none too NSFW. Semi-NSFW, maybe.

This piece is long! Placed a Keep Reading so as to not flood your screen.

One: a business arrangement is not love.

The wedding reception was fast. The two of you showed convincing displays of affection, sharing a few kisses on the lips and holding hands when necessary. To the naked eye of the public, you and Kasamatsu Yukio looked just like two people in love. To a select few, however, the wedding was merely an act.

“That was kind of exhausting,” you sigh, tipping the champagne glass to allow you to chug all of it in. Kasamatsu doesn’t bat an eyelash, helping himself to the liquor.

“Yeah.” 

Although the two of you are not in love, you are not enemies either. Dressed in matching robes (complimentary, from the hotel staff in celebration of your tying the knot), you and your husband across one another on the balcony overlooking a spectacular view of the city. Not exactly the way you imagined your wedding night to go—drinking with your spouse until the edge of sobriety, that is—and to be fair, probably not how he imagined it to go as well.

You’re doing this for duty. He’s doing this for the same reason, but mainly for his father. That much you know.

You decide to cut the silence first.

“Now that we’re stuck together,” you say, the sound mixed with your sigh of fatigue, “might as well make the most of it.” The proclamation catches your now-husband’s attention, because those metal blue eyes look at yours almost glaringly. You smile, averting your gaze from his in favor of the view.

“What I’m saying is that we could at least be friends. Think of me as your roommate.” You continue, and the nostalgic visions in your head of university days cause you to break out into a grin and a small laugh. Perhaps it’s your mind’s own way to protect itself from the truth that you just got into a business marriage.

He scoffs, presumably amused at your antics. Your optimism is infectious. Kasamatsu suddenly doesn’t really mind the arrangement, not when his assigned partner is trying to exploit the most fun out of it. 

He proposes a toast to the roommate agreement, and the two of you continue to drink the night away.

Two: you don’t fall in love with your roommate.

Kasamatsu Yukio might seem like an incredibly practical, straightforward individual upon one’s first impression. Like a trained assassin, his mannerisms and course of action are geared towards the completion of a goal—definitely not the type to lay back and smell the flowers. 

Yet you have seen him laugh openly like he’s nine again. Many times this months. From your spontaneous and deadly tickle fights to some lame joke you made, from late night comedies to just… simple conversations. 

You’ve learned to understand him better in the period of three months of sharing a living space and a ring on each of your fingers.

You might have learned a little bit too much.

Because you catch yourself staring at his back while he flips the pancakes. Because your walls tumble down as he asks you how your day was. Because you feel your heart might burst when he ruffles your hair and whispers ‘good night’. Because he acts like he cares.

One morning you wake, the blue lights of dawn filtering in through the blinds, and he is a painting. Beautiful, undisturbed, eternal.

And you realize you are falling for him.

You exit the apartment early that day, before he wakes, making sure to leave behind a note on the fridge with some near-acceptable reason to get out of the house at 6 in the morning. You can’t bear to face him knowing that you just. might. love him.

Three: you don’t get jealous of your roommate.

His father’s health deteriorated. He isn’t doing well mentally. You are almost always left with the shell of Kasamatsu Yukio when he comes back home after a hospital visit. You fix him a warm drink always—fall may have just begun, but the cold air does not hold back.

But his heart, too, has grown cold.

2 a.m. and he’s gone from his side of the bed. You are only awake because of the annoying urge to go to the toilet. Worried, you call him once, twice, no response. Trying to stay up all night for him doesn’t work—you can’t help but fall asleep at 5 a.m., at least half an hour before he comes back home. You don’t see him until the next night because of work, but when you do…

“Where did you go last night?”

“Out.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, taking into consideration his fatigued mental state thanks to his father’s condition. “Seemed like it. Where?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Dinner that night is cold and silent, the click-clack of silverware against plates seems louder than they usually are, as if intimidating you by showing just how not-your-business his nightly outings are. 

You’re in a business marriage, after all. 

Soon, that one night out turns into two, and then three, and then five times in two weeks. You lie in bed restless for all those occasions, until you decide to earn the truth from somebody else’s confession—one of Kasamatsu’s aides, a man that just joined the company, oblivious towards the charade that is your marriage. 

You don’t have to pretend much to be a worried wife. You’re already worried. The aide sees that, and does his best to dig around. He finally tells you, through text, that your husband has been hanging around one of his closest friends. They’ve been spotted at multiple nightclubs, each visit rousing huge numbers of people to crowd and gather there.

If you know one person in Kasamatsu’s circle that is all about the night life, it’s Kise Ryouta.

The blonde is also all about the women—or men, depending on his mood, so they say—and a bitter taste enters your mouth. You aren’t eating or chewing on anything.

Jealousy enters your system like bile. Kasamatsu, club-hopping, a woman or man (also depending on his mood, you think) hooked on each of his arm. He’d drink, brood, looking like a fine damaged hunk with the top two buttons of his shirt open. You’ve seen that sight before during the first days of his father’s diagnosis. Although it’s hard at first for you to concoct that image in your mind, thanks to Kasamatsu’s usual virtuous and morally strong behavior, you quickly attribute it to the stress he’s had a lot of recently. 

An angel fallen. Not uncommon to hear people turn to sex when they want to escape from reality. 

He probably doesn’t find you to his tastes.

Maybe he likes his girls and guys a little wilder, wearing revealing clothing and purring on his lap, calling him something kinky like daddy or master. Maybe he wants them to giggle next to him, playfully drawing circles on his chest and whispering provocative things in his ear. Maybe he prefers to have them at the back of a nightclub, scarcely hidden in the shadows while he claims them.

You remember him flipping pancakes.

Asking you how your day was, ruffling your hair and whispering ‘good night’. You remember him smiling, and you cry yourself to sleep.

Four: you’re bad at lying.

His father has almost fully recovered and it’s as if nothing has happened. He starts talking to you again like he didn’t disappear at least three or four times a week in late September. He’s suddenly your good friend again. 

You, on the other hand, have a hard time pretending everything is okay. It’s hard enough to keep up the act in public, when the two of you are together, but you have to put that mask on even in your own home. You’re crumbling inside. Cold. You want to push him away, but that will lead him to question.

And you can’t bear to let your feelings slip. It’s clear that he doesn’t feel the same, judging by the midnight escapades, the way he shuts you out. You’re suffering alone.

“Are you okay?”

He’s asked that a billion times today, you duly note, and you try your best to give him that eye-smile you gave the people at your wedding. It’s a charmer. They always fall for it. The corner of your mouth twitches weakly, and inside, you know you’ve lost. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he asks, clearly concerned. You take a glance at those metal blue eyes and immediately look away, pretending that your platter of toast and scrambled eggs is way more interesting.

“I’m fine,” you repeat, trying to sound final.

“____________, you’ve been acting really weird lately.”

How do you even respond to that? You sigh, feigning exhaustion but really, it’s frustration. Frustration towards your silly feelings that decide that it’s better for you to fall in love with him, your fake. husband. living together with you under the guise of a fake. marriage. It’s for fucking money.

“Work’s just stressing me out.”

“I know you better than you think,” he says, setting down his fork and knife. “If it’s work, you would’ve already ranted to me a thousand times about it already.”

“This one’s different,” you mutter, “I can’t really talk about it.”

“The hell does that mean? Our companies are close to a merger—you should talk about it.”

And then you look at him straight in the eye, breakfast forgotten. He looks at you, confused yet hypnotized. Your eyebrows crease just the slightest but enough for him to see from across the table, the tightness of your lips also visible. You’re sending him a message that you’re not even aware of. Your face tells him first. Your eyes tell him next.

Your lips tell him last.

“I can’t talk about it.”

A chord strikes in him, reverberating in the chambers of his soul, sounding like a whisper, but its echoes shout. He understands. You don’t see it yet.

Five: he’s bad at lying.

The next few days pass with him being so unusually close to you. The roles have reversed: in the fall, you were always beside him like a blanket, full of warmth and embracing him just in case he decides to wilt away. This time, in the wake of winter, you’re the one escaping him, and he’s watching, touching a piece of you to make sure you don’t. Your wrist, your shoulder, your cheek. 

He witnesses moments where it’s as if he has thawed you out—your eyes are always quite telling—but in a second, the sign is gone, leaving him wondering if he merely conjured it.

And then one day he talks to you after dinner. You have a few strands of spaghetti on your plate, but he half-drags you to the couch, ignoring your excuses of being tired after work. 

“There’s someone,” he says.

You swallow. So your imagination turned out to be true. The dinner sitting in your stomach threatens to make its way back out, but you brace yourself and continue. Feigning mild surprise, you reply, “I see.”

The voice barely sounds like you. Has that much life and energy escaped you?

“You know where I’ve been. September.”

“Yeah,” you answer, mouth dry. His eyes pierce through you, and you can’t find it in you to look away no matter how much you need to.

There’s a bitter smile on his lips, like an unspoken apology. “Kise has a way of roping me into doing things that I… don’t really want. But you know I was in a bad place. I wanted to forget the truth.”

“I understand,” you answer again, more robotic than genuine. Your mind is reeling yet still. This is happening. Who knows what’s going to happen to you. Maybe he’ll have the divorce papers ready by tomorrow. He’ll tell you you need to pack up.

You’re leaving him.

“Kise invites me to the places he frequents for drinks—or more. You know him. He insists that he knows some people that might help take my mind off of things.” 

You’re silent. Does he really need to tell you all this? Couldn’t he just leave it at that and tell you to go? The couch and the floor it stands on suddenly doesn’t seem so stable. Kasamatsu looks down at his hands, clearly trying to get a bearing of himself, and you take the chance, praying your voice won’t come out shaky.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me,” you say. You can do this. The faster you get over this, the better. He doesn’t have to see you cry. “I’m okay with whatever you do from here on out, though I’m more concerned about your father. I can help you with the divorce lawyer—”

“—but you don’t understand, ____________, I’m married to that someone.”

A hand cups your cheek and your mind turns blank, like a film reel cut short. He looks down at your knees, swallowing, his other hand clenching and unclenching. He chastises himself for being reduced into a mess, but there’s no time to stop.

“You’re glowing. All the time, around the house, like a fireball. I thought I was going to live in a cold apartment for the rest of my life. After the wedding, you made me laugh for the first time in months. You roped me into tickle fights. You somehow made me want to make breakfast for you. You’re impossible to defy. Every night we sleep on the same bed, I have a growing urge to take you into my arms and hug you.” He chuckles, the refreshing sound breaking his stream of words. “And to think it started with me wondering how it feels to have you sleep against my chest.”

“Kasamatsu—”

He has a thumb on your lips, caressing so gently it makes you want to cry. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. 

“Don’t call me that. Call me like we’re in public.”

“…Yukio.” 

“Louder.”

“Yukio.”

“Tell me the things you tell people when we’re in public.”

“I’m happy with Yukio.”

“Tell me more.”

“I… love Yukio.”

He presses a kiss on your temple and you sob, cupping your mouth.

“Tell me more,” he repeats, softer this time.

“I love you, Yukio.”

His lips meet yours and you see stars behind your closed eyelids, the salt from your tears barely registering. Kasamatsu’s hand snakes to cup the back of your head, urging you gently to take more of him. You sigh, and he takes his chance. Warmth slips into your mouth and you moan at the taste of him, something you’ve only been able to long for, your fingers running up his sculpted chest. The two of you part for air, and even then, his lips still hover over yours, hot breath tingling your skin.

“I love you, too.” 

#kasamatsu #kasamatsu yukio #kasamatsu x reader #knb #kuroko no basket #ourneverendingpossibilities #vball-baes-bball-babes #writing #sfw #semi-nsfw #reader insert #gender neutral #imagine #imagines #scenario #scenarios

[finnthebunneh]

Re: Adrenaline Junkies BoKuroo/Officer Daichi. Daichi has a really bad day at work and he just feels like crap and is surprised to find himself seeking solace from BoKuro, finally initiating a text and at first they're OVER THE MOON, OMG SAWAMURA TEXTED US 1ST, until they find out what happened and they immediately bombard him with requests to come over and comfort him and he's so in need of happy that he agrees and they just sit together watching a comedy or something.

AWWWWWEEEEEE THAT’S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! ;;;;A;;;; Bokuroo be super protective of daichi, asking him “IS IT YOUR BOSS? IS IT A PUNK YOU ARRESTED? DO YOU NEED ME TO GO TALK TO THEM?” and daichi’s very amused with this situation ;w;  Being hugged by bo’s strong arms and kuroo feeding him snacks while watching a movie until a funny part happened and kuroo burst out laughing but it ended up with him almost choking with the snack stuck in his throat, daichi and bo wheezing because of him rather than the movie...URGH. it’s so soft....

#bokurodai #vball-baes-bball-babes #Ask box

[notsuchasecret]

That IwaKuro FWB to something more was sooooo good!!!!

aesfijoawpoierf I’m so glad you liked it! I actually held onto it for a hot minute because I wasn’t sure if it was good enough, so I’m glad it turned out!

#vball-baes-bball-babes